Date: Thu, 8 Apr 1999 00:50:24 EDT
From: Josh90509@aol.com
Subject: The Lawnmower

The Lawnmower

Trying to make some money for the Summer, I went around all the usual Summer 
job locations (McDonalds, Burger King etc.) but I guess I had left it too 
late to get anything.  Not being able to work during the school year (parents 
rules) left me at quite a disadvantage.  Anyway my folks let me use the 
family lawnmower and I planned to go door to door and do odd jobs to make a 
bit of spare cash.  I had a good few neighbors who I had worked for last 
year, so I wouldn't be completely bored.

One of the neighbors  (not really a neighbor per se as they lived about a 20 
minute bike ride from my house in the upscale part of town) apparently got 
into some financial trouble and had to sell off his house.  A young guy, 
maybe about 34 bought the huge house with the 1/2 acre property.  Pity because 
Mr. Johnson was a great source of revenue.  However when I explained to the 
new owner how much help I had been he readily agreed to have me come by.

I usually start at 8am on the weekdays but he asked me to come by on Saturday 
so that he would be home from work.  I came by with my mower and wearing my 
usual tank top and khakis mowed the large enclosed back yard while he watched 
from the house.  At the end he seemed pleased and gave me $25.00 which was 
better than the Johnson's did-not bad for 90 minutes work in the sun!

He asked that I come next Saturday at noon.  I said ok but was surprised at 
the time-during the Summer here it gets to over 90 degrees and humid as hell. 
I usually do my gardening jobs from 7am to 11am or 3pm to 7pm, trying to 
avoid the noon hours.  When I mentioned this to him, he said he understood, 
but only the noon hour would do.

When I came back next week, I quickly shed the tank top.  Enjoying basketball 
and swimming I had a lean 6'4" body, smooth and lithe.  Although no muscle 
stud, I get plenty of looks when I go shirtless, which is how I spend most of 
the Summer.  As the sun beat down on my back as I went up and down the rows 
of his enclosed lawn, trickles of sweat started running off my back.  Every 
time I made tracks back toward his house I noticed he was watching from the 
greenhouse window-in fact he frequently had binoculars.  Being bisexual, the 
thought turned me on-he was I voyeur and enjoyed watching me sweat!  I didn't 
know whether to be flattered or embarrassed!  That day he paid me $50 with a 
comment that he appreciated my presence.

I continued to show up every Saturday and do my little show, always wondering 
what he might do if I went a little further.  I knew he must have been 
masturbating inside watching my lean tanned torso bake in the sun.  After 
about a month I screwed up my courage and put on a pair of red Calvin  Klein 
boxers.  I mowed his lawn constantly trying to get the courage to take off 
the khakis and mow his lawn in my underwear.  His lawn was completely 
secluded so there wasn't any risk but I have to say I was a bit modest and 
the first time I wore them I never took off the khaki's-I guess I was 
completely hard and was afraid with his binoculars he would see my aroused 
state.

Finally after a few trips to his back garden, I screwed up my courage, and 
half way through doing his garden I pulled off my sweat soaked khakis and 
mowed the rest of his lawn in briefs.  I even got up the courage to ring his 
bell and collect my fee wearing just briefs.  For his appreciation I received 
$100.

That encouraged me to be really bold.  I had fantasized about him stroking 
off watching and lusting for my body.  I appreciated that someone would be so 
into my body that they would pay me so much to mow the lawn.  I enjoyed the 
attention.

So next week I resolved to do the lawn nude.  I dared myself to do it.  When 
the time came I nearly chickened out as I developed a boner that wouldn't go 
away.  Halfway though the job though I threw caution to the wind, and pulled 
off the briefs.  From all the time I spent sun bathing in the nude by our 
pool over the noon hour, I was tanned with no worries about unpleasant 
sunburn.  It felt great to feel the breeze over my naked skin.  I boldly 
walked up to the door for my money.  My employer looked stunned and overcome 
as he handed me $200.  He looked as if he had cum 3 times!  I loved the way 
he hungrily looked at my lithe body.

The whole scene aroused me so much.  I jacked off continuously during the 
week thinking about it.  I kept asked myself, how far would I dare to go?  I 
knew he was enjoying the show tremendously.  Finally I decided that there was 
only one thing I could do.  The next week I stripped naked on his back 
landing and purposefully started mowing.  Having worked up a big sweat, I 
walked up to his window, where he was perched, and started massaging my chest 
and belly, brushing the sweat off.  The look of shock on his face was great.  
With him transfixed, I slowly massaged my balls and started working on my 
shaft.  In no time I was shooting huge streams of cum which landed all over 
his window.  After I regained my breath, I sauntered up to the door for my 
payment.  He looked to be in total shock.  He kept thanking me profusely for 
the "job well done" and insisted that I take $500.  I said it was too much 
and the only way I would take it is if he agreed to give me a hand job.  He 
almost fainted.  He said "Really?  You can cum again?". I assured him that as 
a horny 17-year old I could cum many times in a row.  With my hands on the 
back of my head, and standing in his garden, he firmly and strongly brought 
me to a second orgasm.

I continued to do his lawn weekly, and my parents were surprised at how 
profitable a Summer job could be!