Hell yes. A beer would be great!

"I'd love a beer, Mr. Robinson," Jason said. Holding the basket carefully in one arm, he climbed over the thick timber fence, managing not to lose a single berry as he did. It was a delicate manoeuvre, and by the time he was walking up to the porch, Mr. Robinson had a beer bottle open for him.

Thanks Mr. Robinson...uh... Christopher," Jason said as he sat back in the second of Mr. Robinson's deck chairs. "Bloody hot day today."
"Yes it is, Jase, yes it is." Mr. Robinson agreed, holding the beer bottle to his forehead. "What were you doing over there? I was just mowing the lawn but it looks like you've worked up quite a sweat."
"Weeding, pruning... oh and harvesting... would you like a strawberry?"
"I'd love a strawberry, Jason," Mr Robinson said, looking Jason directly in the eyes. Reaching out he grabbed a ripe red berry from the basket between them and brought it to his mouth, biting into it slowly and delicately and making a deeply satisfied 'mmmm' of pleasure as the juice stained his fingers and splattered onto his chest. Jason's cock lurched in his jeans and his breath quickened, his face flushing in embarrassment but unable to break his eyes away from those of his neighbour. As Mr Robinson finished off the strawberry, he reached out, a juice stained finger hovering in the air just in front of Jason's mouth.
"Good strawberries," he said.
"Yes," Jason managed to squeak out.
"Want a taste?"