Mower Boy 1

Mower Boy

When I was 12 I started mowing my grandparents yard which was about six blocks away. I used my bike to drag the mower over there to mow. I also figured a way to hang our string trimmer on the mower as I drug it along. My visibility... and somewhat novelty... as a kid pulling a mower on a bike got me some other customers near my grandparents. I was also mowing some yards around out home too, so I had a good bit of pocket money which I was forced to save half of it.

My step dad was glad with the way I was attacking life and making a few bucks as a kid, and asked me if I'd like a small trailer that could be pulled behind my bike. He said he could rig up a hitch and I could pull it that way easier than holding on to the handle and dragging it alone. Sure was my response and a few days later he showed up one day after work with a custom made little trailer.

I need to explain that he is a mechanical engineer and he and a friend at work had designed the simple trailer and built it. It had nice bought spoke wheels and worked like a charm. Was a bit harder to pull than just the mower since it added weight, but it made lots less noise as I peddled along and I could haul the string trimmer and some other tools I might use now that my business was expanding.

My step sister who was a lot older than me (all of 16) got into the act and made up signs for both sides of my trailer. They said "Kenny's ilimitado Mowing Service" with our phone number on the second line. By the time I turned 13 that fall I had a list of customers for next year that was twice as long as this year at it's best. Mom took me to the local bank where I opened up checking and savings accounts. She had to cosign everything but who cares... it was my money... mom was super and I loved the deal!

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By the time I was 16 I had a motor bike that would pull my now enlarged cart... yes my step dad and his buddy, made the cart wider and longer and I could haul two mowers, string trimmers, shears, hedge trimmers and other stuff. I even ran an ad in the local newspaper and could select from the customers that called. Yes there were lots of real business that offered mowing and trimming services, but I was cheaper, did good work and who wouldn't want to help an enterprising kid.

I rode my motor bike on some dates when I got my license. Was kind of awkward but I didn't really care. Girls were a novelty... nice to look at... and kiss, but anything more was kind of an 'iffy' deal. At one point after Christmas that year when I was 16, my step dad took pity on me and offered me the use of his pickup if I wanted to use that on dates. Well now you say, "pickup on a date" and laugh. Well that is one heck of a step up since his pickup was a new F150 top of the line Ford truck! Nice wheels. Now by gosh, girls who wouldn't see that as nice wheels could just go out with some dude who drove his mothers old Chevy.

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By the time I graduated from High School I was turning 18 and had a large mowing business going. I was making adult level wages, had tons of money in my pocket and was still putting sometimes over half in my savings account. Mom had gone off as cosigner since I was now old enough to have my own accounts.

That summer I was 18 my life changed forever. My step dad's pickup was the two door version of an extended cab with a small back bench seat. I'd gotten very familiar with Rhonda a few times and we'd tried out the back seat for our first ventures into the forbidden world of adulthood. Yes she was as new to it as I was it seemed but we made it work. After a few dates of mutual caressing and almost orgasms, I came prepared on one date with a pack of condoms. We went out and parked on the network of roads that ran along the river levy. Yep, we did it. Several times over the summer. She liked it as much as I did, so instead of spending money for movies and entertainment, we would go out to one of our favorite places and make out.

I was still mowing that summer before college and had upgraded to a small Honda motorcycle to pull my larger trailer. My customer base had extended into a really nice part of town with some of the nicest and expensive big homes. One day there at Mrs. Cooks house she asked me when I was done if I had a minute to come in and talk. Since it was my last lawn of the hot day I was glad to go inside. It was nice and cool where she had a glass of lemonade on the table with a choice of cookies. "Kenny, I thought you might like a cold drink and some cookies. Help yourself."

"Thank you very much, this is very nice. Hits he spot that is for sure" as I took a big slug of lemonade. We made chit chat for a few minutes about me, the hot weather, her and some women's club she belonged to.

"How old are you Kenny?" Rather proudly I told her I was 18 and had just graduated from high school. "Yes I know, and I am impressed with your work... and your looks. You are nice big guy in great shape. I guess that is because of your working and playing sports."

"Well you know my mom is about 5'10" and my late father was well over 6' so I got good tall genes on both sides."

"Kenny, I want to treat you as a young man now. To have a very confidential discussion. I want to tell you something and ask if you are interested."

Wow I thought, she was going to put the make on me. Oh shit... what was I supposed to do. But what she had in mind wasn't quite like that.

"You see I belong to a small group of ladies and all are single like me. Some are widowed, others divorced and the rest just never married. We meet monthly and enjoy a dinner together and play cards, dominoes, bingo or some other board game. We also raise money for some selected charity things."

"That sounds like a nice group. Why do you want to tell me about it?"

"Well you see we want to do a fund raiser... mmmm... kind of confidential... but fun for everyone. We want to hold an auction for nice healthy young men... maybe like you."

"Oh. Wow. I mean, that is interesting. Maybe real interesting. How is it going to work. What will I, or we, have to do?"

"Well the idea is still new, but basically we auction off young men... and give them half of the money, and we keep the rest for charity. The winning bidder, one of our single ladies, will decide what she and the young man want to do... later."

"Oh. Wow. Uh..."

"Let me ask you something and be blunt... do you have a girlfriend. Have you been 'with' her?"

"Ah... you mean have we done it?"

"Yes have you had sex? Are you still a virgin or do you have some experience?"

"Ah yes, I have had sex. Several times with one girl."

"Good. Now let me ask you... would you be willing to be auctioned off... and get half of the money... would be several hundred dollars I would think... and be with the lady who purchased you to do whatever things she wishes?"

"Oh my gosh. Are you kidding? SURE I would do that. Oh yes for sure. You did say the whole thing is confidential... kind of secret?"

"Yes we will figure out the details but it will be held in the city, not around here, and every thing and everyone will be as protected and sworn to as much secrecy as possible."

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