*********Everyone in this story is fiction and are over the age of 18********
The sun was barely rising when I heard my father's knock on my door. I rolled over and opened my eyes and yelled out a raspy, "I'm awake"
He simply replied with an, "Okay, breakfast is being made."
I pulled the sheet over my head to cover the sunlight and closed my eyes. I remained like this for a couple of minutes before I decided to finally get out of bed. I wore only a grey t-shirt with black briefs. I stood up, stretched then headed to the bathroom to shower.
When I was done showering I stepped out and began to shave. I looked at myself in the mirror wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist. I stood at 5 foot 6 inches tall with pale skin and a thin frame. My hair was black and short and my face was now cleanly shaven.
I went back into my room, took the towel off and began to put on my work clothes. Which comprised of grey cargo pants, the company's work shirt, and company hat. I worked for my dad, who owned a yard cleaning service. Also, we just added painting houses to our services. His father, my grandfather, started the business, then he stepped down and let my dad take over. With hopes that I would eventually take it over. My father had told me that I didn't have to if I didn't want to if I had something else planned that he would support me no matter what.
I jogged down the stairs to meet my mom and dad. My mother had made us breakfast and coffee before she left for work. She was a paralegal for a law firm in Glendale. I sat down at the table and was met by a kiss from my mother who was passing by. "Have fun at work, my boys," she said.
She gave my father a kiss and then left.
My father and I ate and soon left for work.
After a 30 minute drive, we arrived at this beautiful house in the suburbs of Northern Los Angeles. This client was a new one so we both had never been here before. At the same time, we both stepped out of the truck and walked down the pathway to the porch. It was a really nice house, two stories. The walls were teal color and had very large windows. It looked like it was very big inside.
A few seconds after my father rang the bell, the front door and there stood a woman nearly the same age as my father. She had red shoulder length hair and wore a light blue blouse and charcoal grey dress pants.
"Oh, hello there," she said in her soft voice. "You must be the workers from Collin's Yard Services?"
"Yard and Painting services," my father corrected.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said with a soft laugh.
"It's not an issue, we are still getting the word out. This is my son, Joshua."
I put my hand out and shook the lady's hand, "My name is Dorothy," she said.
After we greeted she took us out back to her yard and showed us what was needed to be done. She had several semi-tall trees in the yard that needed to be cut short and some hedges as well. It seemed to be a simple morning job. She had told us that her husband normally does this but he was out of the country for work.
My father and I quickly got to work. I began trimming the hedges by the wall of the house while my father took care of the trees. As I moved down the hedges, I noticed there was an open window. I did my best to not look inside but I caught a glimpse of something amazing. There was a young guy lying face down on his bed only in his baby blue boxer briefs. He seemed to still be asleep. I continued to cut the hedge while occasionally taking a peak of the beautiful sight. He was thin with light skin and his shoulders looked like they were well built.
As I continued, to do this, I looked down at his ass and saw it was nicely shaped, like a peach. I then began to feel my member grow in my pants. I looked over to father and saw he was still distracted by the tree. Dorothy was inside the house so I was in the clear to keep looking.
Unfortunately, after about a minute, my sightseeing was cut short when I heard the door to the bedroom open and Dorothy spoke to the young man. I quickly turn my head down at the hedge and simply listened. She was telling him to get up and that she would be leaving soon. That he needed to be up for the yard workers. He told her okay. And from the corner of my eye, I saw him sit up in his bed and reach for a pack of cigarettes and was about to light one when she yelled at him, "Matthew, what have I told you about smoking in the house?"
He grunted, "Fine, I'll go outside."
She closed the door and he sat up to stretch, he bent over forward giving a nice shot of his ass. I kept looking down and moved down the hedge. The door next to me opened and there he stood with a cigarette in mouth and only wearing his underwear. He leaned against the door frame and spoke to me, "You're a bit young aren't you?"
I looked up at him nervously giving me a better look at his face. He had some facial hair and it was clear he had just shaven a couple of days ago. His hair was red and shaggy and had bushy eyebrows as well. He had very little chest hair and clearly looked to be in his early to mid-twenties. He reminded me of the actor KJ Apa.
I finally gave him an answer, "Yeah, 19."
"That's cool, I hope you don't mind," he gestured to his cigarette.
I shook my head and continued to work on the hedge. I did my best to hold my waist against the hedge so he wouldn't see my erection.
"So how long you been working for this company?" he said letting out smoke from his nose.
"For a year and a half now. My father hired me after graduation."
"Oh, so it's a family business?"
"Yeah, my last name is in the company name."
"That's pretty cool."
Our conversation was cut short when he heard his phone ring, he excused himself and went back into his room to answer the call. I let out a sigh of relief and went back to work. I honestly felt he was going to see my erection in my pants. The last thing I needed was for him to complain to his mom and have this on our Yelp page.
It was 10:30 when we finished. The trees were cut short, the lawn and hedges were tended too and we had just finished cleaning the yard. Dorothy had left about an hour ago and it was only Matthew at the house. Who had already showered and was now on the deck smoking while on his phone. My father handed me a bottle of water while he went to put the lawnmower away.
I gulped down the bottle of water and sat down on the cement. That was when I felt someone standing next to me, I turned and looked up to see Matthew. He wore red shorts with a black shirt. "You guys did a great job," he commented.
"Thanks," I turned my head to the cut trees, trying to avoid eye contact.
He took a puff from his cigarette then sat down next to me, he offered me a cigarette but I declined. It wasn't my thing, to be honest. "You know, I left a nice review on your Yelp page."
"Thank you. But you didn't have to," I said cracking a small smile.
