I Was A Boy Toy Birthday Present

I knock on your door and wait patiently for what seems like forever. My mind races. My landlord, a smoking hot older lady with a garage apartment named Veronica, sent me to you. She hired me out for the whole day and arranged for me to come here on your birthday.

Veronica lets me slide on my rent because I'm strong and handy and have been helping her with all her ambitious landscaping at both her home and her vacation rental property.

At first, I was skeptical when she suggested this. I'm a full time student, plus I already have a part time job, plus the extra stuff I do for Veronica so I'm not actively looking for a side hustle. Although, let's be real, even without paying rent, I always feel a little too broke to hang out with a lot of my friends, the ones who are more heavily subsidized by their parents, who always say they don't care if I don't pay my share. But still, it irks me. And I do have this rare Friday off since finals are next week.

Veronica explained that you and your long time live-in boyfriend split earlier this year. That he had been living in your house but compared to you, he was a giant deadbeat. She told me confidentially that his libido suffered severely from all the weed he smoked, and you being you, one day you just kicked him out. She told me too that your job is super intense; you often work from home; and you don't get out enough to really meet anyone new. Then she started telling me how pretty you are. Which I thought was strange at first but then I saw her mischievous smile and I knew what she was thinking.

She offered me a surprisingly high daily rate too which flattered me. So I agreed to the arrangement to show up here on your birthday and do yard work and minor repairs and as she put it "ANYTHING" else you tell me to do.

The next day, Veronica said she had talked to you and you were very much looking forward to my visit. So I've been eagerly anticipating this all week and finally here I am on the appointed day, hoping there will be more "anything" than anything else but also expecting you might make me work my ass off.

I came expecting that your yard might be a total mess but although it clearly needs mowing it's not out of control or anything. Your home is very nice, recently renovated, with a lot of stylish modern touches and nice mature oak trees out front.

Finally, you answer the door. You are wearing a comfortable looking robe. Your hair is in a ponytail. Veronica's description, although flattering, was an understatement. You're way more than pretty! At least that's how I see it. Maybe she didn't want to admit that you are even hotter than she is. I recognize in myself an instantaneous desire to help you, to please you, to see you satisfied and happy.

I know that you are expecting me, so I think I manage to sound confident and masculine as I say "Hi, I"m Navy. Veronica said you would be expecting me."

"Ah. My birthday present!" you say, smiling slightly. "I've heard a lot about you! I'm Hanna," you say, extending your hand.

At first I reach out to shake it but then I see you are not holding it sideways and realize you are expecting something else entirely. So I take your hand in mine, lifting it as I bend down and kiss your hand gently. Even now, I want to keep on kissing it, to kiss that little part between your index and middle fingers that looks like tiny spread legs, but then again I don't want to come on too strong. Still I let out a little hot breath there before I let your hand go. I feel the tips of our fingers linger together for the briefest of moments.

"It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Hanna," I say. "Happy birthday!" Then I hand you the bouquet of flowers that I had been holding behind my back. Veronica told me to get them. She said you like lillies and things that smell super good. So on the way over I mentioned this to the florist at the up-scale grocery just around the corner and I'm not sure what all they put in the bundle but even I can tell it does smell pretty damn good.

"Thank you so much!" you say and take the flowers from me and smell them.

'"So what's first? Did you make a list?" I ask.

You do indeed have a list and you hand it over to me to look at. It's a basic honey-do list of mostly yard work and minor repairs. Then installing a few new purchases and some pool cleaning at the end. All right up my alley; stuff I can do in my sleep. Which is good. I have a final on Monday and I have already reviewed my class notes once and as I did so I even recorded them to listen to with my headphones while I mow. But after I read your list and I look back at you, I realize it might be difficult to concentrate on my notes. I think I hide my disappointment that you don't just pull me inside and rip my clothes off! But I try not to be disappointed. I try to pull myself together and stay professional.

"Great! Looks like I'm starting with the yard," I say as I fold the list and put it in my pocket. "Where can I find your mower?" Veronica had said I didn't need to bring any tools. That you would have everything.

"It's in the shed in the back. Just go around through the gate," you say, indicating with your hands which side of the house I should go around to. "Oh, you'll need the keys," you say, reaching into your robe pocket and then handing them to me. "It's the small one."

I start to turn and walk away but stop. There's one more thing I meant to ask you. "Uh, sorry I don't mean to be awkward. You know Veronica says you are pretty close friends and she knows you wouldn't mind but...?" I know that I'm rambling but can't help myself. "Well I thought I'd still ask first, because I don't want it to seem creepy or anything."

I see you're smiling at me as I say all this, being patient with me which encourages me but also makes me realize I just need to spit it out.

"Veronica said she'd give me extra money if I did everything with no shirt. Is that ok with you? Frankly, I could kinda use the cash" I say, a little embarrassed.

"Well' you say, smiling and looking me over slowly from top to bottom "if you really need the cash."

So I pull my shirt over my head, keeping my tummy locked tightly as I do. Once I have it off I realize I don't exactly know where to put my shirt so I look around dumbly for a place to put it before finally deciding to just flip it over my shoulder.

"I'll take that' you say and to my surprise when I hand you my shirt you pull it to your face and breathe deeply, getting a good long sniff.

"Yum!" you say.

I can't help but laugh a little even as I blush, and feel a simultaneous surge of excitement in other areas as well. Then I turn around and walk around back, through the gate. I see the shed across the yard and go get to work.

While I'm mowing the lawn I give up completely on my class notes and switch to music. I gave it a try but I do have all weekend really and it's just too hard to concentrate while whatever pheromones you emitted have their effect on me. I fully expect you to order me to do delicious things to you, but I'm also wondering if you might need or expect me to make any moves, and even one part of me is hoping it's not a massive misunderstanding. But then I remember what you did with my shirt and how you held your hand out for me to kiss it. So I feel pretty certain this is going to get interesting. That you want me, for more than just eye candy.

After a while you come out to the little patio table. You're still wearing your robe but your hair is fixed now. You are carrying a tall glass of iced tea which you hold up to me.

I turn off my headphones and the mower.

"For when you get thirsty" you say and set the glass of tea on the table.

I nod my thanks and continue to mow.

Then you go back inside. My eyes follow you as you sashay inside. I like the way your robe hugs your curvy hips, the way you walk, everything I see.

After another few laps of mowing, I look up to see that you are now sitting at the table where you put my tea. You have a laptop open and you are looking at it intensely, sipping now and then from your own cup of what looks like coffee or possibly hot tea. I see that you now have on dark rimmed glasses which turns me on even more somehow. I've learned a new term lately. Sapia-sexual. Which refers to people who are turned on by intelligence. That's me for sure and now, your obvious competence, your high powered job and your smart looking glasses have me walking around with a noticeable chubby.

I realize I am in fact pretty thirsty, so I turn off my headphones and the mower and walk over and pick up the tea. I'm not expecting the sweetness. I like sweet tea but don't usually allow myself to have it. But it's super delicious and what am I going to do? Send it back? Soon I find myself gulping at it, almost greedily.

"Thanks, Ms. Hanna."

"Oh please. Just call me Hanna."

"Yes ma'am."

"You're welcome. So listen I've got a few emails to send but please don't get distracted if I look up occasionally and ogle you. I mean, Veronica is paying you to do all this half naked so I think I'm supposed to enjoy the view right? But like I say I do have some work to do and it will be a big relief to me if you can get most of that list done, so that I don't have to worry about any of it this weekend."

Well this sounds promising and disappointing at the same time! I don't exactly know what to say so I just smile and we share a look and then I stand up a little straighter before I go back to mowing.

As I mow, I can't help but look at you at every convenient time and once or twice you are looking too and we smile at each other.

So I mow and trim the yard, front and back. Then I install a set of new towel hooks on the outside of the poolhouse. By now I'm pretty hot and sweaty. It's not the heat of summer yet but this is the warmest day so far and I'm sure we're pushing into the mid-80's. That pool is looking pretty good.

You're still tapping away at your laptop when I approach to finish the last of my tea.

"So I was about to start on the pool. But it is a little hot. Do you mind if I jump in, just real quick first?"

"Sure" you say, "but two things."

"Ok?"

"First, rinse yourself quickly at that outdoor shower over there," you say, indicating an outdoor shower with a bamboo privacy wall.

"Sure thing. And what's the second thing?"

"Take off those shorts. Any swimming you do here today, you'll have to be naked."

By the time you've finished saying this I notice that my cock is swollen and throbbing and pushing up against the thin fabric of my shorts just from standing so near to you with no shirt on.

"Yes ma'am" I say and start to walk off toward the outdoor shower.

"Wait' you say. "Turn around."

I turn around.

"I meant here.."

"Ma'am?" I ask, not understanding.

"Your shorts. Take them off here. I want to watch you" you say, in a voice that tells me you are used to people doing what you say. Still I look around a little, gauging the sight lines of any neighbors.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Don't worry. No one will see. It's very private here."

So I turn back around and recover myself. "I don't mind if someone sees" I say, even though I realize that's precisely what I was worried about. And, despite what you say it seems to me a few of the neighbors up on the hill there can see just about everything from their patios. But whatever. That's when you see the small tent that my shorts have become and giggle.

"My! Something has gotten you all excited."

"Everything about you has me excited" I admit as I start to pull down my shorts. At first my cock gets pushed down by the hem of my shorts but then when the edge of the fabric finally clears the tip, it bounces free, a full stiffy pointing up and out directly toward you.

"Whoa!" you say, laughing. "You are so turned on and I haven't even touched you yet."

"Do you want to?" I say "Touch me?" as I step out of my shorts and throw them into a chair.

"I'd like to but I really can't get carried away," you say. "I have a meeting in about fifteen meetings."

But, then you stand anyway and slide gracefully over to me and reach out with one hand and grab my throbbing sex. You squeeze it firmly at first and then rub it up and down gently.

"It's so firm and so soft at the same time, and so, ...so thick!" you say, squeezing the girthiest part of my shaft firmly. "Veronica said you were kinda studly but she didn't say anything about this!" You continue stroking my cock now and it feels amazing!

Finally after about maybe fifteen or twenty seconds you say "I guess you'd better wash off my dear," and then you remove your hand.

I' m disappointed that you've let go so quickly but I try not to show it. So I turn around and start to walk over to the shower to get rinsed. As I go I feel a hard smack on my right but cheek. My hard throbbing cock bounces up and down with every step.

Then in the shower, I'm rinsing my head off, my eyes are closed. I'm still completely erect and so turned on that I would definitely be touching myself if I wasn't expecting you and saving myself for you.

I'm startled a little as I hear footsteps. I open my eyes to see you before me. You slip gracefully from your robe and throw it on a nearby bench. I see your perky teardrop breasts, with dark nipples and a large round areola. It occurs to me that they are shaped just like targets for any babies who might be lucky enough to have you for a Mom and more immediately for my own devotion and attention. I love your tanlines. They accentuate your lovely tits and I know I'm getting to see something that's usually covered up.

I take note of your silky but well trimmed pubic hair but don't stare or anything since you are still stepping closer to me. I do notice you have a tanline down there too and marvel a little at how small your swimsuit must be since the untanned part around your hips and sex is tiny. Now you gently grab me by my swollen, yearning sex and pull me toward you.

You are looking up at me intently and I see you are expecting a kiss.

"What about your meeting?" I ask.

"Someone else just said they'd be fifteen minutes late, so it's been pushed back. But I don't have long."

So I kiss you. Your mouth yields to me and I think that you want a deep wet kiss. It's soft and tasty, even magical. But all too brief. You pull back after just a little tongue. And then grab me behind my back and squeeze your breast to me.

While you are squeezing me I brush back your hair and run my lips up and down your neck. You smell like vanilla and something floral and a little musky.

"You smell amazing" I say.

"Stop talking" you say and push my head down toward your sex. I love the way it's trimmed. Very clean around the fun parts with a nice curly bush above.

The shower is still on so warmish water is splashing off the back of my head as I go to my knees and start to tease your peach,

Veronica was the first woman I had ever been down on, and so I just do it the way she likes it. First, I brush my fingers up one thigh and just barely brush over the lips of your vagina. And then I kiss your shapely left thigh, starting almost at your knee peppering it all the way up with kisses, each one wetter than the last. Eventually, I have arrived again at the V between your legs and I let loose a hot intentionally slow steamy breath and then brush my fat lips ever so slightly against your engorged clit before moving down to start kissing up on your other thigh. On this one I start about halfway down and I'm moving up again when you stop me.

"You're driving me crazy" you say and grab me by the head pulling it toward your sex. But then you step away from me and reach for my hand.

We stumble inside your pool house. I'm dripping wet from the shower so I grab a towel on the way in and try to dry myself one handed as we walk. You lead me to an elegant plush chaise lounge and lay your robe down on top of it, then lay back on your back. I grab one of the square pillows from the chaise and put my towel on top of it. Then I lift you up by your butt and slide the pillow covered by the towel underneath you.

It seems you've had enough teasing so I lean in to all the lust I feel for you and press my tongue firmly and urgently to your clit for a few seconds then start to lick it slowly in an upward motion and then rub my lips on it when I move back downward. I realize that I'm drooling a bit and pool my saliva and then spit it out occasionally mixing into your own sweet salty wetness.

In the meantime, I start caressing your thighs again with my fingers working them closer and closer to your eager dripping wet sex as I continue to tongue you and massage your clit with my lips.

You start to moan gently and buck your hips back and forth as I massage your labia majora on each side. And then I move my tongue down and thrust it straight into your salty sweet hole, once, twice, three times. And then back up to your clit, teasing it too now with both my tongue and my thumb. Then while I continue tongueing your clit, I take my thumb and jam it into your tight sweaty twat.

You laugh and moan.

"Just like that" you say and I keep going rhythmically licking and kissing and sucking your clit as I finger fuck you at the same time.

I could go on down here for hours, I think, but suddenly you are shouting "Oh my god! I'm about to cum. Please keep going."

And so I rub and lick and kiss a little more and finger fuck you furiously as you move your hips ever more quickly beneath me.

And then you cum, I feel your pussy convulsing and it's not quite a squirt but suddenly your movement slows and there a slow gentle gush of even more juiciness which comes oozing out, or up I guess given the angle, and I press my tongue flatly to your hole as you shiver and ooze deliciously out because it tastes just like heaven.

After a few seconds you scooch back a bit and let out a deep satisfied sounding breath.

"Well, that was fun!" you say which makes me realize we're done for now. It disappoints me and makes me want to please you more, a lot more deeply. I want very badly to be inside of you.

But I see that you are standing up and putting on your robe. I see you look at your phone to check the time.

"I won't even be late," you say. "The zoom call will probably last about an hour or so. Then I'll be done for the rest of the day. Do you need anything before I go in?"

"No" I say and follow you out of the poolhouse.

I watch you go inside as I make my way over to a large rock, more of a small boulder really, near the deep end of your pool that is clearly meant as a jumping off point. My stiffy reduces itself, as I anticipate the cool water. But my balls are aching and I imagine that they are ambitiously producing sperm, double-time. I'm swollen with desire. I dive into the pool and when I push myself up I see that you are looking out of a window in what must be your office watching me. Then you shut the blinds and I start cleaning the pool.

This was a while ago before robots so cleaning the pool was a slow process compared to today. I emptied the skimmers. Then I brushed the sunstep and the sunshelf off and started netting up the leaves and seed pods that had fallen in your pool from all the gorgeous trees that surround it.

After about an hour, I am pretty much done and I see you strolling out. You are carrying two fruity looking beverages. You walk over and hand one to me. You are wearing a linen cover up which is very thin, and some sort of exotic bikini underneath, with lots of frilly strings that I can tell hang in enticing ways.

"Nice work, Navy. You deserve a break." you say. "Come and sit with me." You take me by the hand and I follow you over to the lounge chairs near the pool underneath the umbrella. As we walk, I taste the drink.

"It's delicious" I say. "What is it?"