The Lawn Boy

"Some neighborhood kid," my roommate said when I asked who he hired to mow the grass; he refused to buy a lawnmower since we are just renting, "he starts this weekend". The yard wasn't huge but it was in our lease that we were responsible for its care. He said the kid quoted him $30 for the yard every other week, pretty fair I thought.

The weekend came and I'd forgotten about the kid until I heard a mower in the front yard. I went to the front window to check and couldn't believe it. This was no 'neighborhood kid' as my roommate had said. I saw a smooth, thin, blonde twink in a tank top that showed off his minimally-muscled arms and long basketball shorts that went down to his knees. My jaw had to of dropped and I felt blood rush to my cock before turning away. 'No way, I'm 25,' I thought, 'you can't hit on a kid!' I watched him for a moment as he paced back and forth with the mower in a neat pattern, not realizing my cock had grown hard as morning wood. Just then he reached his arm to wipe his forehead and turned his head in my direction. His eyes were closed, but just as they opened he was looking right at me and we made the quickest of eye contact. I jumped from the window foolishly hoping he didn't see me. I snuck away and glanced out another window to see him following his pattern back and forth in the yard.

It wasn't until I darted away from the window that I'd realized how hard I was. Not wearing underwear, it was quite obvious through my loose gym shorts. I had to meet this kid, but I had to get rid of this hard on first. I quickly got to my room and found some twink-hunk porn online and busted one off. I tried to keep the 'neighborhood kid' from popping into my imagination as I stroked, but I didn't fight as hard as I could've.

Once finished, I'd heard the mower in the back yard for only a few minutes before turning off. I jumped to a window and couldn't see him out back, then, a knock on the front door. My heart raced! I answered the door ridden with anxiety.

"Hi?" I'd started, unassuming.

"Hello, I'm Matthew! I mow lawns and someone who lives here hired me to mow yours," he said shyly, looking at the ground mostly.

"Oh, that must've been my roommate Owen, he's at work. How much did he say he'd pay you?" Acting aloof.

"Owen, that's right. I quoted him thirty dollars," he said as he wiped more of the glistening sweat off his forehead.

"Sounds like a good deal, thanks Matthew. Do you need paid?" I asked stupidly, like no, this kid doesn't want the money he just worked for.

"Uh, yeah, that'd be great."

"Let me snag my wallet. Want to come in?" I further opened the door.

He'd been looking at the ground more than me, and he suddenly glared upward to me. We stared for a moment before he took a silent step forward through the doorway. He stood by the door as I walked to my room to grab my wallet.

My mind raced about how cute Matthew was! His eyes were soft and innocent, and his skin was tanned from mowing and beaded with sweat. His light blonde hair was thin but tufted on top; I thought about running my hands through them, gripping his head and burying it in my crotch. My cock began to rise again in my shorts. 'No, no, no, no, no,' I thought, 'not right now!' I gripped it and tried to pull it into my waistband but the shorts were to loose to adequately hold it. As I gripped my cock it grew more and pulsed fuller and fuller. I quickly decided to put on underwear under my shorts. I stripped my shorts off and pulled on some boxer briefs and pulled my shorts back on. I positioned my nearly erect boner up and to the left in my shorts to try to hide it.

I very anxiously walked back to the living room where Mathew stood.

"Couldn't find my wallet, sorry," I lied trying to cover for my delayed absence and digging in my wallet for cash.

He paused until I approached him. "That's okay," he said quietly.

"Thirty right?" I said, extending two twenties.

"Oh, I don't have any change, I'm sor-"

"No it's all you!" I interject, wanting him to take it and run out of here to avoid seeing my pulsing, restricted boner through my shorts.

He paused again seeming nervous. "Thank you," he said shyly at the floor.

"Oh thank you! Did a great job Matthew!"

There was a long moment of silence here where he glanced from the floor up to me twice and I worried if he'd seen my boner, but then he muttered, "What's your name?"

"Oh wow! I never told you my name, my bad man. I'm Spencer!"

"Spencer," he repeated, "okay... thanks Spencer."

Another long pause followed.

"I'm 17 you know," he murmured quietly, avoiding eye contact.

"What?" I asked, my stomach knotted.

"I'm 17.. So, like... it's okay," he looked at me then motioned with his eyes to my shorts.

I felt like my body temperature spiked and blood rushed to my face. I'd been caught.

"What? What's okay?" acting aloof again, but probably looking panicked.

I saw Matthew smile for the first time, spreading his pursed lips to a wide, bright smile. He looked around the room playfully and rolled his eyes.

"That's okay," he said, quickly extending his arm and grabbing at my gym shorts. I felt a few of his fingers grip around my throbbing shaft for a split second before I backed away out of shock and surprise.

"Whoa, Matthew!" I said in shock.

He pulled his hand back quickly and held it as if he'd done something wrong.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I should go." He turned towards the door to leave, repeatedly apologizing.

"Oh uh, I- uh- it's okay man," I nervously chuckled, "I'm sorry, it's really okay."

He opened the door and thanked me, "Have a nice day see you next time!" He walked across the yard to his mower, lifted it, and walked it to the bed of his small pick up truck which he promptly got in.

I stood in the doorway totally shocked.

'What just happened', I wondered, 'did that just happen??'

I went back inside and straight to my room. My boner was begging to be released from my briefs, pulsing at the cotton weave concealing it. I stripped and laid on my bed, recalling Matthews fingertips around my shaft. It was for only a split second, but it was easy to recall the sensory memory of it. Less than a minute of stroking my cock, I shoot several thick streams of cum and could't help but think of gipping that thin blonde hair and burying this load in Matthew's throat.