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 for?"
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 guess his secret desires 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.
