Boytoy For My Colleagues Pt 01

It was my first time at a BBQ with my colleagues. There wasn't much younger staff in my company, so the few of us who were in our 20s and 30s were a rather closely-knit group. Despite being one of the newer employees, my colleagues were friendly and amicable enough that I wasn't feeling too out of place to accept an invitation to a casual BBQ party celebrating one of their birthdays.

The party took place at East Coast Park, with the BBQ pit right beside the park's sandy beach which faced the wide ocean, giving us a glorious sunset view as dusk turned to night.

There were about 15 of us, sitting around the BBQ pit and doing various things from drinking to eating to playing cards to just chatting about anything and everything. At some point there was birthday cake, and at another point there was a mass game of Werewolf. It was all a good time.

But this story is centred around one particular colleague of mine. A few of the others may or may not appear in future chapters, but for now... let's talk about Kyla.

For a physical description, Kyla was short, had long dark blackish hair, and sharp facial features that accentuated her Chinese background, even if her tanned skin made her look far for Southeast-Asian than she was. Many people would expect her to be in her late 20s like me, and not the early 30s that she really was.

In the office, Kyla was efficient. Being the office's Administrative Executive (which was a fancy way to say Receptionist) and seated at the front desk, Kyla was often the first face that everyone would see when entering through our glass doors every morning. And perhaps it was because she knew that she had a certain appeal which drew people to her (she's very pretty), but Kyla always kept her sentences short and to-the-point. She wasn't the kind to fool around or flirt to get her way. Kyla was tough, and everyone knew it.

But outside of office hours, it was a whole different Kyla that we saw. Having had lunch with her and a few other colleagues before a few times, I knew that Kyla was able to able to have fun and really let loose when it came to non-business matters. Throwing back beers and slapping her pals on the back made Kyla very popular with her peers whenever there was a dinner event or a karaoke session.

Me, though? I wasn't particularly close with Kyla. I was able to strike up a conversation with her in the office easily enough, but they never extended beyond work matters. And even if we went out after work for a drink, Kyla would usually be interacting with other guys and not me. I was the quiet type and didn't like attention. Kyla? She knew she naturally drew attention to her, and even if she'd never admit it we all knew she liked it.

So with all that being said, I was surprised to see that Kyla was sitting alone on some rocks a distance away from our BBQ pit when I was coming back from the restroom down the road.

She must be smoking, I thought.

On a whim, I decided to go over to talk to her.

"Yo," I said as I got nearer.

Kyla looked up and indeed she was holding a cigarette in her right hand.

"Oh, hey," she said.

"Smoking alone?" I asked an obvious question.

Kyla nodded. "Carly dont wanna smoke," she said. Carly was the only other smoker in our group that had come down to party.

I looked over at our BBQ pit and saw that Carly was in the middle of laughing her guts out in a conversation with other people. Quite the popular lady, she was.

"Can I join you?" I asked Kyla.

Kyla looked at me, surprised. "Since when did you smoke?" she replied.

"Never," I said. "Just wanna chill."

She shrugged and took a draw of her cig, which I took to mean she didn't mind. I sat down beside her on the rocks as she let out a breath of smoke.

"The smell doesn't bother you?" she asked.

"Nah, my brother is a heavy smoker. He likes Lucky Strike."

"Oh, I prefer Marlboro."

With no personal experience of how the different cigarette brands tasted, our conversation ended there. I watched Kyla as she took another draw from her cig.

Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail. She wore a white button-shirt that was tied-up around her waist, exposing her skinny mid-riff. The shirt was just sheer enough to reveal that she was wearing a black bra underneath, with enough buttons undone at the top to see them just peeking out if you looked from the right angle. She also wore denim shorts and simple sandals.

Kyla was what I would call fun-sized; which was another way of saying she was petite.

"What?" Kyla's voice suddenly pierced my thoughts.

I blinked, and realised that I was staring at her. Kyla was watching me with a wary expression.

I quickly shook my head. "Nothing," I said.

"Are you sure?" Kyla turned her body to face me on the rock she sat on, with her left leg raised up onto the rock like a middle-aged uncle. She was now looking at me with an eyebrow raised. The way that she sat exposed her crotch area, and her tight denim shorts made her thighs look delicious. Her shirt was also showing slightly more bra than normal.

"I- uh- well- I just thought you looked nice today," I said honestly, and rather sheepishly.

Kyla seemed taken aback by my response.

"Oh... well, thanks." Kyla smiled. It was nice, because she didn't smile often.

Taking another puff of her cig, Kyla let out a long sigh.

"Something up with you?" I asked. She shook her head.

"No not really, it's just..."

Her words trailed off.

"It's that bitch Carly."

Kyla gestured with her head behind her, and I looked over to see Carly at the centre of attention of everyone at the BBQ pit.

I realised that she was wearing her bikini top that she'd worn earlier when everyone was playing in the ocean.

"Why she wearing that?" I asked.

"She got sauce on her shirt, apparently," Kyla explained. I then noticed that most of the people surrounding Carly and talking to her were guys.

"An accident?" I asked.

"So it seems," Kyla said, with audible disdain in her voice.

I looked away from the BBQ pit and back at Kyla.

"That's just how Carly is, isn't it?" I said in what I hoped was a light-hearted tone.

"What, a whore?" Kyla looked at me.

I hesitated before responding. "I mean, just like, playful in that way."

"In a whoreish way?"

"Well, if you want to call it that..."

Kyla scoffed, taking another draw of cigarette.

"Just forget about her," I said.

"She's always like that, you know?" Kyla said, seemingly more to everyone in general than to me.

"She's always trying to get guy's attention, acting cute and flirting and being a bimbo."

"You hate girls like that?" I asked.

"I hate bimbos," Kyla replied shortly.

Kyla threw her finished cigarette onto the sand.

"Just because she's tall with big boobs..." Kyla said, and I thought I heard some sadness in her voice.

"Oh c'mon," I said. "Don't be like that."

"All you guys are the same, you know," Kyla said, now turning to face me again. "You like tall bitches with tits too, right?"

Again, I paused before answering.

"Ok that's not fair, everyone loves boobs," I said.

"HAH, I knew it," Kyla exclaimed, acting as though she'd won something.

"BUT, but," I quickly interjected. "I like short girls too!"

Kyla scoffed.

"Oh really? You like short chicks with no tits and stubby legs?"

"Yea!" I said truthfully. I found small girls cute.

"So you like this?" Kyla pulled down the top of her shirt to expose even more of her already-revealing chest line. This exposed more than half of her black bra, which was enough to make me stop and stare.

"Uhh" I said dumbly, my eyes fixated on Kyla's chest. Sure, they was nowhere as big as Carly's D-cups, but they looked round and supple behind her black bra which I now realised was also lace.

"Shit, you really do like it," Kyla said.

I snapped back to reality and saw that Kyla was watching me with a cheeky smile. It was a look I'd never seen on her before, and it caused a stirring in my pants.

"Maybe you'd like them more like this," Kyla said, before beginning to unbutton her shirt. I watched wordlessly as Kyla undid her last button and pulled apart the knot that kept her shirt together, and I felt my jaw physically drop as Kyla revealed to me her black lace bra.

"Not quite Victoria's Secret, but I think it's cute enough, right?" Kyla asked, her eyes watching me intently. Meanwhile I continued staring at her body.

"Yea, cute..." I said back to her without really thinking.

"Well, good to know that at least YOU like it," Kyla said, before closing her shirt back together. I snapped out of my daze.

"You're crazy," I said, quickly adjusting my seating position on the rock so that Kyla wouldnt noticed the erection that was growing through my pants.

Unfortunately, I failed.

"What's that?" Kyla's voice rang out as she pointed a slender finger at my groin.

"Thats, uhm..." I racked my brain for something witty to say.

Before I could however, Kyla suddenly reached forward and squeezed my gential area through my pants, causing me to yelp and jerk my body backwards.

"The fuck??" I exclaimed, but Kyla was now looking ecstatic.

"Holy shit, you're hard aren't you?" Kyla looked up at me with an elated expression. "You have a fucking boner!"

I adjusted myself on the rock, still trying to cover my emberassing physical reaction to Kyla's tight body.

"Just relax will you!" I said, trying to maintain my composure.

But Kyla was too excited.

"Did you get hard because of me? Did I get you hard? Did I turn you on?"

She asked all the question quickly and one after the other. I barely had time to register each of them but I had the general idea of her question.

"Fuck, Kyla..." with no way out, I sighed and decided to tell the truth.

"Yea, I got hard because, well, because of you."

Kyla looked happier than I'd ever seen her. And i'd seen her so drunk once that she threw up through a cab window.

"So you really did like what you saw?" She asked, in a calmer voice but still looking gleeful.

I nodded, somewhat embarrassed still.

"I guess it shows, huh?" Kyla's eyes kept glancing back and forth from my groin to my face, as if unsure where she should look.

"Okay, I think that's enough, right?" I said, turning my body away from Kyla and facing the sea instead.

"Actually... no."

I turned my head towards Kyla, surprised by her response.

"Huh?" I said.

Kyla still had a cheeky look on her face.

"Let me see it," she said.

I blinked, unsure if I understood her words.

"See... what?" I asked.

She smacked my shoulder.

"Your boner, you dumbass!" She exclaimed.

"Are you crazy??" I asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"I'm serious," Kyla said, looking me in the eyes. "There's no one around, we're in a dark corner of this beach, so hurry! Let me see your boner."

I hesitated. I was at the crossroads of what could either be the best or worst moment of my life.

You see, I was a horny lil fucker. I watched lots of porn and jerked off a lot and had lots of kinks and fetishes. One of these fetishes was exposing my naked self to women, as a sort of femdom play of sorts. On the internet it was referred to as CFNM.

I had no idea how kinky Kyla was, and I desperately wanted to know. But this was happening so fast... did I want to risk everything?

Turns out I did.

"You sure?" I asked again as a sort of confirmation.

"Yes, c'mon!" Kyla continued to egg me, her excitement visible as her eyes shone with anticipation.

Needing no further encouragement, I undid my belt and pulled down my pants and boxers entirely in one go. Sitting back upright, I saw Kyla's already-wide eyes go even wider as she gazed upon my member.

"Oh fuck," she said, her eyes glued to my cock, which was by now about 75% erect.

"Like it?" I asked cheekily, taking my cock with my left hand and shaking it up and down.

Kyla laughed.

"Don't be a dick," she said.

"You mean don't be this?" I waved my cock from side to side. Kyla laughed some more.

"Fuck, you're already so hard," she said.

"I can go harder."

"Fuck you, prove it."

Taking that as Kyla's permission, I grabbed my shaft with my left hand and promptly began stroking myself off. Kyla watched me as my hand went up and down, up and down, up and down.

For further stimulation, I glanced to the side at Kyla. Her shirt was still unbuttoned, giving me a clear view of her bra and body.

Noticing me staring, Kyla shrugged off her shirt entirely, exposing her black lace bra for all to see.

"Shit," I moaned softly.

I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to let Kyla see how hard I could get. Taking a pause from jerking, I pulled my foreskin back to reveal my purple cock head, and held my member by the base of the shaft so that Kyla could properly assess its length.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Not bad, not bad at all," Kyla said, her smile now back on her face.

"I guess my body is really working for you then," she added.

I grinned. "Fuckin' A it is," I said, before continuing to stroke my cock.

Pre-cum was now leaking liberally from my tip, and I used my fingers to spread the pre-cum along as much of the shaft as I could. I continued to stare Kyla from head-to-toe as I stroked myself. It was so hot, having my colleague watch me jerk off.

I was now breathing hard. I could feel my heart pumping with every stroke of my hand. I moaned louder than before.

"You gonna cum soon?" Kyla asked.

I nodded, my head still turned in her direction and staring at her body with hungry eyes.

My hand was going up and down even faster now. It was going to happen soon.

My gaze went down to stare into the middle of Kyla's shorts where her pussy would be. I followed the shape of her body and looked up to her skinny bare waist, then to her black lace bra hiding her supple breasts.

I looked up some more, going past her tender neck, her thick red lips, and finally landing onto her brown eyes.

Kyla was looking right back into me.

"Fuck," I said.

I began to cum.

I pulled back my hand against the base of my shaft as my cock began to shoot rope after rope of my thick semen onto the ground. I might've been moaning, but the wave after wave of bliss that flooded my body prevented me from knowing for sure. For a good number of seconds I was floating on an orgasmic high, with no sense of the world.

When I finally came to my senses, I looked down to see that my still-hard cock was dripping cum from the tip. I'd bent myself backwards over the rock I was sitting on, as if trying to position myself for optimal cumshot distance. I've no idea if it worked.

"Wow," I gasped, realised just how out of breath I was in that moment. As I steadied myself back onto the rock, I turned to face Kyla. She had a wide smile on her face.

"That looked good," she said.

"It FELT good," I affirmed her.

My pants were still down and my cock was still exposed, but I think any sense of modesty had long flown out the window.

"Glad to know my body was of help," Kyla said.

Something in her words made me think back to the way Kyla had talked about disliking Carly and her tall curvy body.

"You really do have a great body, you know," I replied. "You're slender, great skin, and overall just cute."

Kyla chuckled at my words.

"Where'd that come from?" she asked.

"I just mean that, well, maybe I got the feeling that you were a bit insecure about your body."

Kyla looked away towards the sea after I said that. I waited for her to respond, but she was silent.

Uh-oh, I thought to myself. Did I upset her?

"You're right, fuck." Kyla finally spoke again after a few seconds of silence.

"I wish I was tall. I wish I had boobs, and a butt. Like Carly does. And she wastes it all on acting like a bimbotic whore."

"I know of many tall girls who wish they were shorter, you know," I said truthfully.

Kyla scoffed. "So what, you going to say that the grass is always greener on the other side?"

"Actually I would've said that the grass is greener on the side that you choose to water."

Kyla looked at my, puzzled.

"The fuck's that mean?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Something like, uhm, just work on the body that fate gave you, and you'll be beautiful no matter what, maybe."

"You're weird, dude."

"Well you just watched this weird dude cum."

Kyla laughed, before looking down at my cock.

"Hey, you're still hard?" she said.

I looked down. "Fuck, yea. Guess I have to go round 2."

I gripped my cock with my hand again, fully prepared to give myself another amazing orgasm.

"Hang on," Kyla said, reaching out her hand to touch my arm. I looked up.

"Let me help this time," she said.

I couldn't believe my ears.

"Are you saying you want to stroke me?" I asked in disbelief.

"I'M SAYING that I want to thank you for listening to my dumbass worries," Kyla replied. "Now let me thank you by jacking you off!"

There was no way I was going to complain. Letting my cock go, I watched as Kyla leaned over and wrapped her fingers around my hard cock. I let out a soft moan as her warm embrace enveloped my shaft.

Kyla began to slowly move her hand up and down on me. Her hand was much smaller than mind, which meant not only did it make my cock look bigger, but Kyla had to move her hand more than I had to in order to cover the length of my shaft.

"You're fucking hard, you know?" Kyla said, giving my cock a light squeeze.

"That's just thanks to you," I said, grinning. Kyla smiled back.

It wasn't the first time a girl's given me a handjob, but the circumstances of the situation just made me feel incredibly turned on. My colleague was jerking my cock in the open night air of the beach. Maybe it was the suspense of the potential danger of getting caught. Maybe it was the chill breeze that tickled my balls as it blew past. Or maybe it was just because Kyla was so fucking pretty.

"Fuck, that feels great," I said.

"I'm just jerking, dude," Kyla said, seemingly amused by my reaction. "I haven't even popped out my techniques yet."

"Could you?" I asked, intrigued.

"Maybe next time," she said.

"So there's a next time?" I asked.

Kyla smiled mysteriously. "We'll see," she said.

It didn't take long for me to begin reaching my climax.

"Fuck, Kyla, I'm gonna cum," I said.

"So fast??" Kyla exclaimed, surprised.

"It feels too good!"

"You fucking loser. Fine, then cum for me, cum all over my hands and give me all your spunk!"

Kyla's words were enough to tip me over the edge. With a loud groan, I arched my back as cum began to shoot out of me for the second time that night.

My body was now shaking as Kyla continued to milk out my semen, keeping a consistent pumping rhythm as my cock shot out magnificent ropes of cum.

"Dude, there's so much cum!" Kyla exclaimed, laughing as she watched my cock release just as much cum as the first time. I was unable to reply however as I was busy moaning in ecstasy.

Finally, my mind came back to me. I leaned back against the rock breathing heavily as Kyla slowly rubbed the last of my cum out.

"There's a good boy," she said, and with one last stroke she released my cock, bringing her hand up to her face to examine her handiwork.

"Fuck, it's all over me," she said, wiping my cum on my shirt. I didn't even have the strength to complain.

"That was amazing Kyla, thank you," I said in between breaths.

Kyla laughed.

"Fuck, it's so weird for you to thank me for that. Shut up."

We quickly cleaned up and I got dressed. Deciding it was time to return to the BBQ party, we began slowly walking back.

"So... will there be another time?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Kyla was silent in thought for a few seconds before replying: "I don't know about you, but I DO know that now you owe me two orgasms."