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!