I started mowing lawns to earn money when I was ten. One of the lawns I mowed on weekends belonged to a guy who drove this really nice car. I'd talked to him about it a lot of times before I started mowing lawns. He was glad to have me do it for the five bucks every weekend. His house was pretty nice, and had a small yard like most of the houses in my neighborhood did. He had a single row of bushes, and I got another five bucks to trim them too.
So I was mowing his and other lawns for two years. I got tanned and healthy doing yard work of all types all summer long when I was ten, eleven, and twelve. I also did snow removal and salted in the winter.
At twelve I hit puberty. I was beginning to experience sexuality and lust, and had begun masturbating. Most of my friends were behind me in those ways. I just barely had a few pubes and my dick and balls were only beginning to grow. I was taller than most of my friends already, using deodorant, and fighting my first acne.
I was a stunner in looks. I have to admit it. I was very fit, slightly muscular, tanned, and very healthy. Girls were paying me quite a bit of attention. The thing was, I was more scared of girls than interested in them. I was more interested in boys, and I knew it. That was scary too.
So there I was, twelve, nearly thirteen, developing, and already noticing boys instead of girls. I was mowing and trimming bushes and small trees, hauling trash and junk out to the curbs on clean-up weekends, blowing snow and spreading salt in winter, and doing just about anything else folks wanted done for money. I never wore a shirt in summertime. Well, sometimes I did, but not when it was hot. I always wore worn or faded cut-off jeans shorts. I liked to wear tight ones to show off everything I had. I liked showing off. I cut them off very short so that my legs got tanned all the way up. I wore them low low too. I didn't want a big pale area. Even my socks were down low so that I didn't have pale ankles. I was vain, I know.
Jack usually did something out in the yard as I mowed and trimmed his hedges. He kept a very close eye on me. Even when he went inside, I saw him watching me from a window. Sometimes he sat on his back porch and watched me mow his entre back yard. I hadn't noticed before, but now I did. I think I noticed it now because I sort of noticed him now.
Jack was in his twenties. I never knew his actual age. He looked old enough to be out of college, that was my only real guide. He was very nice looking. I hadn't noticed that before, but now I sure did. He was very fit, slightly buff, and very handsome. He had very nice hair, nice eyes, and a great body. Usually when he was doing something outside as I worked he would not have a shirt on and wore cut-off jeans shorts or jogging shorts. I noticed his nice legs, his nice chest, and his... well, his really nice butt. And, of course, I noticed his very nice bulge.
Jack was more than a mere customer. Besides his awesome car, he was just a very nice guy. We often talked about his car or other stuff after I was done mowing his yard or clearing the snow. He always had something cold to drink, or hot in winter, and a snack. Sometimes I spent a couple hours at his place after working, just talking and watching television or playing his rather old but still pretty fun video game system. He was easy to talk to, fun to be with, and he seemed and felt more like an older friend than just a guy I did work for.
Now that I was getting a sex drive, I was put aback enough by the sight of his body that I almost stopped going to work for him. I often got boners when he came out and did something in the yard as I mowed or trimmed. Or when he sat on his back porch in his shorts and no shirt, watching me. I had assumed he kept a close eye on me in case I got hurt or did something that might get me injured. I never thought he was watching me because he enjoyed it.
Well, one day late in the summer when I was almost thirteen, it was broiling hot, and I was mowing his yard. I had finished the front and moved to the back. I'd done the hedges first so that any debris was mowed down. I was just making the first pass around the side of his house. God it was muggy! I was sweating a river! I felt a drop fall on my face. I thought it was sweat, so I swiped it away. Then I felt another. I looked up and saw heavy clouds and rain. It had moved in while I was out front, and I hadn't seen it. Now it was starting to actually rain. It looked like it was going to rain for a long time. Damn. I wouldn't get to finish, at least not for a while.
"Better come up here until it stops," Jack called from the patio.
