Since the lockdown was announced Simon had moved back into his parent's house, with University shut and his bar job finished his days had become long days of relaxed idleness. The occasional trip out to do the weekly shop and some chores around the house his only exceptions.
His mum checked in on their elderly neighbor Mr. Briggs and would add his food needs onto Simon's weekly shopping list. Simon laughed at their description of their poor helpless elderly neighbor, he was easily taller, broader, and in better shape than his dad despite his age.
Simon lay on his bed listening to music, the sun streaming in through the window. His Idyl was broken by the bellowing of his father, shouting his name up the stairs. "What!"
"Get down here, I've got a job for you." Simon's father was already being driven mad with his son's laziness. "I've asked Mr. Briggs if it's ok for you to mow his lawn and he was overjoyed at the idea, so get your lazy arse over there, one o'clock pronto."
"Dad, we're in the middle of a pandemic. Were not supposed to mix with anyone." Simon desperately reached for an escape route.
His father growled, "You'll be idling in the garden anyway and he's in the house, so get over there today."
His son stomped upstairs and pulled on an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Slipping out the kitchen he clambered over the back yard fence into Mr. Brigg's garden.
Mr. Briggs stood by his patio window admiring his garden and watched the neighbor's lad enter. He had watched him grow from a skinny boy to the lithe slim handsome lad who now smiled and waved towards him. Sliding the door open he shouted, "do you want a beer before you start." Waving a bottle and placing it at the edge of the door.
Picking up the bottle of lager Simon took a swig. "Thank you, Mr. Briggs," and nodded to his neighbor who had stepped back into the room. He felt a slight unease at the way Mr. Briggs stared at him.
"Call me Mick, lad." As the boy came nearer, he could fully appreciate how damn cute he had grown to be. Mick winked at the boy, "How come a good looking lad like you ain't fighting off the girls?" Mick let his eyes roam over the boy's body, "or maybe that's not the direction you're looking?
The question made Simon flush bright red and he shifted his feet uncomfortably, those feelings had often run through his mind. How had his neighbor guessed his secret desire, or was he really just joking with him?
At the noticeable embarrassment in his demeanor, Mick's experience read the telltale signs of a possible closet boy. A wide grin emerged on his face at the luck of this boy dropping in his lap.
Simon was sure he knew, he was reading him like a book. What signs was he showing, was he being effeminate in any way? His brain swirled as his tall masculine older neighbor grinned broadly at him.
"You'll find the lawnmower in there," Mick pointed to the garden shed. He knew the boy was ripe for the picking but why hurry, let the lad work up a nice sweat and stew a bit in his juices.
"Oh yes, I'll get right on it, " Simon breathed a huge sigh of relief. Thanking the gods for his escape from the tension.
"I'll have a beer ready for you at the end," and playfully patted the boy's firm behind as he showed him back into the garden. Mick felt the lad's body jump as he slapped it and returned to his chair, laughing at his lack of social distancing.
Any pretense of his straight sexuality was blown from the second his neighbor's large hand slapped his ass, he had jumped like a little girl from it and wasn't even sure if he hadn't made a yelp. Simon walked across the lawn to the shed knowing his neighbor was watching and too embarrassed to look back.
Mick watched lasciviously as Simon worked up a sweat and noted that not once would the boy look over. He laughed to himself, happy in the knowledge he was in his head.
When Simon finished he emptied the lawnmower and locked it back in the shed, he then contemplated whether to climb straight back over the fence or say goodbye first. Good manners made him return to Mr. Briggs and say his goodbye and he was happy to find another bottle of lager had been placed out for him again. Downing all the contents thirstily, he poked his head into the room.
Mr. Briggs sat on his chair smiling towards the lad, "ah so you found the lager, good lad. Really impressed with your work." All the while, he stroked his thick large cock.
Simon nearly dropped the bottle as he stared at the impressive sight, he had never seen such a large cock before. His eyes never left it for a second, the thick bulging shaft in his hand.
"Why don't you come and take a closer look? You know you want to." Mick revelled in the lad's confusion, he could see the desire fighting inside him. "Come and stroke a real man's cock."
The panic was etched all across his face, the voice in his head shouting no, but deep inside he wanted to touch it. As he questioned his next move he heard his father next door and reality awoke him. "Sorry I have to go," he stuttered out and backed away.
Mick stood, still stroking that rock hard cock. "The offer is on the table lad, same time tomorrow. just hop on over."
Flushed and trembling, Simon fled, his heart thumping in his chest. Clambered over the fence and rushed into the shower to cool himself down.
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Simon lay awake all night, that fat cock etched in his mind. Cursing himself for running away then acknowledging the correct decision. His mind hopped from one outcome to the other, definitely not gay to wondering what it would be like.