Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 10:59:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Joey Livestrong Subject: toby and the suv chapter 3 (b -- 10yo -- Toby / M -- 27yo - Oli) (please could more people put this at the start of their story it makes it much easier to find the stories that interest you.) DISCLAIMER: This story contains relationships and sexual activity between an underage boy and a grown man. If it is illegal in the town / state / district / country etc for you to read or view this type of material please go no further. Please check the laws if you are unsure. If you are offended by such fictional behavior please go no further and reconsider why you are actually on this website. This story and its continued parts are copyrighted as are all of my works. Please do not take, use, edit, or publish elsewhere the contents of this story without the author's permission. The story remains the property only of its author. This story is pure fiction and never occurred EVER! Any similarities of people, places, and situations are purely coincidental and cannot be held to blame for an actual event that may happen or have happened. The author does not condone the behavior encompassed in this story but is merely writing a fictional encounter for those who wish to read it. Writing about a theme does not link the author to that theme. Those who write about murder are likely to not be murderers. Those who write about rape are likely to not be rapists. Etc etc. Please read no further if anything in this disclaimer affects you. If not please enjoy and feel free to email me positive comments (see bottom of page). * * * 12.30pm, a typical Thursday lunchtime, only this one seemed to be dragging on well into three days. I hadn't taken a lunch break to make up for the two hours early I would be leaving work tonight. I would leave the office at 3.30pm and head home as quickly as possible to meet the delivery truck with my new set of wheels. Then I'd have half an hour to check over and run around the car before signing. This then gave me an hour to get ready and drive the short ten minute journey to Toby's school. I wanted to look my best for my first soccer match appearance. I bet he's gonna look even more stunning in his little soccer kit. Hanging up the phone after closing a deal with one of our major clients, I looked up at the clock and it read 15:26. Good enough I thought and shut down my desktop. My heart was racing and I felt sick with excitement, which had absolutely nothing to do with the arrival of my long debated-over SUV but just simply getting to see my little Toby again. As I got to the front door at half past three my taxi was already waiting for me, thank God. I had already sold my BMW and it had been collected yesterday evening. The journey took about twenty minutes fortunately the driver new some back roads and thus avoided the daily 3.30 `Hummer-scrums' at the nearby schools. Everything seemed to be going my way as we pulled up outside my house the truck was already there waiting. After paying the taxi driver with a generous tip for getting me home quickly I then went to meet the delivery man. I showed proof of ID and he began to unload the new Range Rover. As he was doing so a boy about 7 years old walked up to me. "Nice car Sir." "Thanks buddy." "It looks really sweet I bet it's fast?" My new level of confidence of talking to boys shone as I squatted down to his height to carry on talking. "It sure is, you like the color? My best friend helped me choose it." I said as a personal joke. "It's really great I bet your friend's really special choosing a color like that." "He sure is, and just out of interest who might you be then?" "Oh sorry Sir I'm Randy, my dad's the driver of the truck. I'm feeling not so good today so I didn't have to go to school so I went to work with my pops." He said in one breath. "Hi Randy I'm Ollie...ver, pleased to meet you." I don't know why but I just didn't want this boy to call me the special name Toby had called me. Now if you're wondering yes the boy was a cutie but no boys seemed to compare anymore now I had met Toby. "I better go now your car's off the truck, I don't wanna get in the way." "Ok kid, nice meeting you." The driver came up to me smiling and thanked me for the kind chat I had with his son. He handed over the keys and I went over to the car. I first gave it a full-on outside inspection, following a memorised list of things to check when you receive your new car such as tire tread and squeaks when the doors are opened. Everything was fine inside and out. Getting in the car and starting the engine I smiled at the roar over the Supercharged V8 engine. I could see the boy watching intensely from the window of the truck. My conscience told me I should ask him to join me, it would probably make his week. But I really wanted Toby to be the first guest in my car so I, feeling slightly bad, selected the car into Drive and roared out of the street. Round the corner was a wide open stretch of road. I knocked the stick into Sport and the SUV exploded with energy hurtling powerfully down the tarmac. The G-force was amazing. The car felt fine and had passed all my checks. Returning to my house I signed for the car and waved off the driver and his son. Time check 4.25pm. I had just over an hour to be at Toby's sports pitch. I decided I would try to be slightly early to impress him. Inside I hit the shower and scrubbed up, shaved and cleaned my teeth. It was 4pm on the dot as I left the house. I took my time with the journey. After all the car was brand new and needed running in gently for the first 1000 miles. As I approached the school it felt weird that I would be driving in to it, playing dad like I'd always imagined doing but always knowing that I never actually would. Toby was making it come true, what a little superstar he was already! Turning into the school I realised I had no idea where to go once I got in. Fortunately the car in front, a Dodge Grand Caravan, sported a little league soccer ball sticker on the back so I chose to allow them to be my tour guide. Inside the school looked fantastic, luscious green lawns, perfectly pruned bushes, bright energetic flowers, well restored historic buildings, and of course lots of cute boys running around. The Dodge minivan continued around the side of the buildings and finally parked up in a car park right next to, thank God, a large expansive sports area. There were two soccer pitches, three baseball diamonds, a full size (American) football pitch and a few running tracks. This school really did have it all! Even as I got out of the car boys started swarming around it already. They were all dying to ask things and there were so many questions I couldn't focus on them. I managed to hear one though. "Who's dad are you Mister?" "Er, Toby, Toby Denton's ... uncle that is." "Cool ya come to see him play soccer? He's really good." "Yeah so I've heard, any chance you could point out where he might be?" "Sure he'll be playing over on that pitch in a red and blue kit in like ten minutes." "Thanks kid." I smiled at his mom and she smiled back, fantastic I had been accepted by the elite prowess that is soccer-moms. I walked over to the pitch and looking back occasionally noticed there were still boys ogling over the RRS. The pitch was full with little red and blue blurs running around at one end, and black and gold at the other end. This must be warm up I thought as they don't seem to be having much to do with each other and I was sure I wasn't late. At the moment I was stood on my own by the edge of the pitch, not entirely sure of where I should be. I had been there less than two minutes when a red and blue boy ran right up to me. "Ollieeeeeeeeeeee!" Toby had run all the way up to me and stopped just a few centimeters in front of me. "Hey my favorite lil guy how you doing?" "I'm great, I'm even greater than great, I'm suuuuuuuuuper!!" And he ran around me in a circle. I laughed at how cute he was being. Finally he stood still and I saw him looking so cute it was unbelievable. I just couldn't take my eyes off of him in his silky stripy soccer top, his small butt hugging soccer shorts, his knee length cotton socks, and his black Nike soccer boots. He looked divine. I wanted just to look at him forever. "I was kinda worried all day that you might forget or something." I knelt down to his level and put on my concerned face. "Toby would I ever forget anything about you? I've been looking forward to this since the minute you told me." "Really? That's so kewl (cool) I really wanted you to see me play. Do you know the rules and stuff?" "Well now you mention it actually last night I rented a DVD on it and I think I know quite a lot now, I even bought a book and was reading it in the taxi on the way to work." It was true, I had watched DVDs all night on the Football (as it's officially called everywhere but North America) World Cup, the Euro Cup, the English Premier League and their teams like Chelsea (more of a bank account than a football team if you ask me). The great players of the world such as Ronaldo, Beckham, Thierry Henry, Roberto Carlos. I knew it all now I hoped he would be proud. "Wow you didn't have to do that for me." He smiled and paused for a minute. "A taxi? I guess you didn't get your car yet huh?" "I sure have buddy it's sat in the car park over there waiting to take its little soccer hero home if he should want a ride?" "Oh man yes please that would be sooooooooo awesome." "I even made sure you're my first visitor in the car I haven't let anyone else even sit in it yet." He looked up at me as if I'd just told him he'd won the jackpot. I guess my decision to not let little Randy have a ride was a good one. "Thanks Ollie I can't believe you did that for me." He looked at his feet for a second and then asked, "Could you kneel down for a minute please?" So I knelt and was so shocked about what he did next I almost fell over backwards. He wrapped his arms around my neck and gave me the sweetest little hug. I was so happy my face nearly tore in half with the size of my smile. Toby looked slightly embarrassed that he wasn't sure he should have just done that. I eased the situation and thanked him for such a wonderful hug. "If it's ok Ollie please could you maybe watch me more than any of the other boys?" he asked looking directly at his feet. This obviously meant a lot to him but he didn't want to ask. "Of course I will, I didn't come to see that lot play, I came to see my little star." In the background the coach's whistle blew and Toby said he had to go. I quickly asked him where I should stand and he pointed me over to where the other parents had now gathered. As he turned to run I quickly added, "Toby I told some boys over there that I was your uncle so they didn't think I was a weirdo coming to watch you play, is that ok?" He stopped and ran back to me. "I don't think you're a weirdo at all, I think you're the nicest guy in the world and I'd give anything to be your nephew." Then he ran back to his team at full speed turning half way to wave at me. I quickly walked over to the other group of parents. From here you could see both sides pretty well as we stood about three meters away from the sidelines. It was mainly moms in the crowd of about 15 people with a sprinkle of male figures. If they were dads I don't know, imagine if they were also pathetic men like myself living for days when they finally get to be with their perfect little boys. The thought made me smile to myself. The game kicked off and seemed very intense. I continuously tracked Toby making sure I was smiling or giving the thumbs up every time he looked round. At one point the ball got really close to us with a scrum of three or four boys from each team around it, one being Toby. Some of the moms were cheering their sons' names. I decided to be brave. "Come on Toby you can do it you little star." I saw him smile as he concentrated on the ball obviously hearing what I just shouted. It must have given him the confidence he needed because he gained possession and cleared the ball of the mass huddle sending it soaring through the air to a player on his team further up the pitch. I was very proud. Further on into the game the whistle was blown for half-time. The boys gathered in a huddle to discuss the first half. Then they all ran in one big (rather scary) mass towards us. The moms were ready with bottles of water and fruit full of energy. I felt awful, Toby was coming and I had nothing to give him. As he came to me though he detoured slightly and picked up a small sports bag. As he approached me I looked really sorry at him and told him I had nothing with me because I hadn't known I was meant to bring anything. He looked at me confused and said, "Ollie don't be silly I didn't expect you to bring me stuff, please don't be sad, look I bring my own." And he opened his bag and showed me the bottle and banana inside. "Promise I'll bring some next time ok though Toby? That is if you want me to come again?" "Wow your going to come to another match? That's great I thought you might be really bored watching." "No way little man I'd come and watch all of your games if I could but I think your parents would find out and I'd be in big trouble." Once again he looked a bit awkward when I mentioned his parents. I was starting to wonder if something wasn't right here. "You ok buddy?" "Yeah I just... I'm like a little tired I was just having a quick breathe." He replied in a rather unconvincing way. I asked him if he wanted me to peel his banana for him like the good uncle I was trying to be and that made him smile yes. The whistle blew for the second half and he was off again roaring up and down the pitch. Eighty minutes into the match Toby was up by the goal and a long shot came from a corner kick. Toby leapt into the air and his head connected (what looked rather painfully) with the ball. His head snapped side ways and flicked the ball powerfully into the top left corner of the net. He had scored! My little star had scored and I had been there to see it. It had been the only goal of the match and his entire team loved him for it. They grabbed him in celebration and lifted him up creating a throne for him. He bowed shyly beaming with joy. As he did so he struggled with the boys holding him and I thought something was wrong. When they put him down he ran a few meters in my direction and put thumbs up and shrugged his shoulders questioningly. I beamed at him and threw my thumbs up high so enthusiastically it almost looked false. He smiled and continued with the remaining ten minutes of the game. The final whistle blue and no more goals had been scored. The referee announced the score as 1-0 to Oakley Mount L.L.S.C. The boys once again crowded around Toby and cheered patting him on the back and giving him sporting hugs. I felt so good for him knowing that he was getting so much attention and adored by his peers. Even if I was a little jealous that someone else had their hands on him. The group broke up and the boys went running to their respective parents. Toby came running to me. I knelt down and opened my arms to him in a big congratulating hug. He ran right into me and wrapped his arms around me as I wrapped mine around him. I was so proud of him I almost cried. I picked him up off his feet and spun him around as he wrapped everything he had loose around me. He was surprisingly light for a 10 year old boy, which I suppose was all the better because it meant I could hold him for longer. "I'm so proud of you my little soccer star." I told him. "Really?" "What d'you think mister?" He smiled dreamily into my eyes. Most of the boys had collected their bags and started back to the car park slugging tiredly behind their moms chatting away to each other. I started to head back bending over to pick up Toby's sports bag as I kept him in my arms. He sat perfectly on my hip and held himself up so much it was really easy to carry him. As we walked he laid his head on my shoulder facing me. "It meant so much to me that you came to watch me Ollie. Thanks." "It meant a lot to me that you wanted me to come Toby- Tobes" He giggled angelically. "I like that name Ollie." "So do I Toby-Tobes." I replied smiling. As we got to the car some boys were unsurprisingly stood gaping at it. As they saw me unlock the car with the keyless entry system, some started bombarding me with questions about it again. I felt Toby tighten his grip on me pulling himself closer, probably thinking I was about to put him down to talk to the other boys. My god was he wrong. "Sorry guys but we need to get going, thanks for the appreciation of the car but if you wanna know more I'm sure the Land Rover website could tell you." I saw out of the corner of my eye Toby smiled as he realised I wanted him and not the others. I whispered in his ear, "Do you want me to drive you home sweetie?" He snuggled up closer and nodded his head yes smiling cutely. My God do I love him! I carried him all the way to the car door and placed him in the front seat. Then suddenly thought he's probably not allowed in the front seat but he assured me he was. I made sure he was buckled in and then went round to my side of the car. Toby had his window open already and as I got in one of Toby's friends leaned in and said, "Toby your uncle's pretty cool." Toby made my heart melt when he replied, "Naw he's REALLY cool." Then I started the engine and the crowd `wowed' at the sound of all that horsepower. I made sure to carefully drive out of the school knowing that firstly the most precious thing to me was in the car right now, and secondly I didn't want to be banned from his school for dangerous driving. On the road I asked him where he lived and if he wanted me to drop him around the corner so his parents wouldn't see him getting out of the car and I wouldn't know where his house was if he didn't want me to know where he lived. He told me he actually didn't really want to go home yet and asked very quietly if he could hang out with me for a bit. Of course I obliged and asked him where he wanted to go instead. I suggested McDonalds and he was all for that. After getting our food we sat down and talked about the match, and I told him some of the stuff I had learnt. He was indeed very impressed and told me he was very proud of me. (Blush!). When we had eaten he asked if maybe he could see what my house was like. I of course was over happy with that idea and we were soon driving into my garage. He told me my house looked wonderful and that it was the nicest he had ever seen or been in. The 42 inch plasma flat screen hung on my sitting room wall attracted a lot of his attention. I asked if he wanted to watch a DVD or do something else. A DVD sounded good to him and after showing him my collection he chose Star Wars Episode One. "I only saw this one up to the pod-race and that looked really kewl. Is it ok if we watch this or do you want to watch something grown-up?" "I wanna watch what you wanna watch Toby-Tobes." He giggled and Okayed that. As he set it up I got us both some Cokes. I sat down next to him on the three-seater sofa him at one end me at the other not wanting to scare him now we were in an enclosed environment. About half an hour into the movie he spoke, "Ollie?" he whispered. "Yeah buddy?" "I need to go pee!" "Ok bathrooms just over there buddy" I whispered back pointing down the hall to where the bathroom was situated. He got up and ran to the toilet. When he returned he stood right by me and showed me he'd washed his hands because he didn't want me to think he was making my house dirty. I smiled at his politeness and he surprised me by sitting right next to me on the sofa pretty much as close to me as he could get without actually being on top of me. As he got comfortable and we unpaused the movie I lifted my arm and put it round him. He leaned softly leaned into me like he had done on the very first day we had met in the park. My arm went all the way round his slim frame and my hand rested accidentally on his slim leg. Honest it was an accident! He was still in his small soccer shorts and it wasn't long before my fingers were delicately stroking up and down the soft skin of his bare thigh. I couldn't see even the smallest hair on those perfect little legs. I started to feel that what I was doing might feel a bit awkward for him and was about to stop when as if he read my mind he spoke. "That feels so nice Ollie, I feel so safe and ... wanted with you." He whispered that last bit and once again my heart melted. Well now I had gotten the go-ahead I continued happily stroking his thigh, sometimes being daring and going quite high but never close enough that I could be accused of touching him `there'. I had the ultimate erection but fortunately it was dark enough for him not to see it as anything more than a fold in my pants. Anakin Skywalker's part had just come on the screen and I noticed how similar he and Toby looked. Now Anakin was indeed a real cutie but I still thought my Toby was miles better. "He looks a lot like you Tobes." I decided to inform him. "Really you think so?" "Yeah totally." "Naw he's too good looking to look like me he's really cute looking." Well that was a shock I never expected my Toby would be telling me how cute another boy was! "I think you're cuter Toby..." I paused unsure whether to say this but I wanted to be honest with him. "In fact I think you're the cutest boy in the whole world." He looked at me slightly confused and then shook his head. "Ollie it's not fair to make jokes like that about the way some people look." "Toby I am 100 percent not joking, I really think you are." He looked at me again this time smiling. His smile said everything to me, he believed me, and more importantly he liked that I thought that. We watched the film in silence for a few more minutes. He stared up at me again, not saying anything just staring into my eyes smiling. Eventually he broke the silence. "Ollie do you have a girlfriend?" "Nope, nobody loves me." I replied jokingly. He continued staring at me for another moment and then continued. "I love you Ollie, I think." He looks down completely embarrassed by what he had just said. I know what he had said was meant in total affection not sexually but it still made me feel like the greatest man in the world. "Thanks Toby that means so much to me, you're a really special guy you know that?" "Really Ollie, you're not mad I told you?" "Why would I be mad that the cutest, most perfect little guy in the world told me he loves me?" "'Cuz you might think I was gay or something, I didn't mean it like I fancy you or anything, I just meant I love you like, cuz you're... you." I knew what he meant perfectly and gave him a big thank you squeeze which he seemed to understand as he smiled and snuggling back up to me to continue watching Star Wars. About twenty minutes later he spoke again. "I think you should have a girlfriend Ollie." "How come buddy?" "'Cuz you're really handsome." "You think so?" "Yeh!" he answered enthusiastically. I decided to mimic his earlier statement as a joke. "Toby it's not fair to make jokes like that about the way some people look." He looked confused for a second and then began giggling. "Ha, ha, you're so funny Ollie... not!" This was my cue for a full on innocent tickle. He fell backwards onto the couch as I dived over him my hands grabbing for every free ticklish spot I could find on him. Toby loved every second of it screaming and giggling hysterically, but never once asking me to stop. I lifted his soccer shirt up and began my tickling assault on his bare torso. He felt divine, his stomach softer than silk. His tiny little pink nipples painted delicately on him. His little innie-button looked so cute. I lifted his shirt some more and he raised his arms automatically, granting me permission to strip him of it. I had perfect view of him, especially those adorable little armpits. They looked creamy soft and so tasty. My tickling fingers were there immediately. He lifted his head slightly and folded his hands behind his head to stop himself giving in. I was amazed at how submissive he was. I then moved down his body, gently caressing his silky thighs rather than tickle them as he lay there contentedly smiling back at me. My hands reached his knee-high cotton socks. Seductively I pulled one down baring more and more creamy, slightly tanned, absolutely hairless leg. It felt so soft I almost stopped breathing I just stroked up and down hypnotised. "Are they?" his question broke my daydream. "Sorry bud?" I asked not understanding the question. "You said they were `wow'. Are they?" "Your legs? Yes they are they're... perfect. You are like silk." I said still in a slight trance. "I mean..." I tried to correct myself realising what I was saying, but I just didn't feel like lying to him, it wasn't right. "I don't know what I mean Toby, you are just perfect." He didn't say anything but smiled his killer smile. Gently he raised his bare leg and brushed it ever so lightly against the side of my face. He didn't have a seductive grin on his face like he was trying to seduce me; he just seemed to be doing what he thought would make me happy. And boy it did. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of absolute softness stroking against me. After a while his leg must have become tired because he gently placed it back on the couch. I awoke from my zone of happiness and continued to pull down his other sock. Then when they were both down by his ankles I inserted my fingers and got ready to finally see those gorgeous little feet I had dreamed about and was so dying to see. My hands slipped both of his socks off at the same time revealing two little feet even cuter than anything I could have imagined. I held one in each hand just staring happily at them. He giggled quietly at the weirdness of the situation. I felt bad for him and decided it must be making him a little awkward so I continued my assault on his tickled body by ravaging the underside of his foot with my fingers. He squeals with delight and his tiny toes stretch outwards begging to be individually cared for. As I tended to each precious little toe on both adorable little feet he writhed about in so much pleasure he looked like he was having a seizure. I stopped to check he's ok and as I do he wails, begging me not to stop. So I've finally found his weak spot, and how great that it just happened to be in one of my favorite places on a boy. As I continued he pleaded for more and more. Hoping that he was in such a euphoric state I brought one of those special little feet to my face and gently licked from heel to toe and back again. He threw his head back and side to side moaning and groaning with the new pleasures firing through his body. With his little toes in my mouth being individually sucked on, I could see right down his straight leg. I almost shot my load at the sight in front of me. Toby's loose soccer shorts were tented and one of his hands had found their way inside his shorts. His eyes were locked shut and so couldn't see that I was watching. He seemed to be in such a state of pleasure I don't think he would have cared anyway. By the movements of his hand he didn't know about jacking off. Instead his hand stood still and flat as he rubbed his little hard-on, which looked from here to be about just less than 3 inches, back on forth on his palm. It seemed the slight contact was all he needed on top of what I was doing to his feet to make his body writhe in pleasure. I could now see he had no idea of jacking off he was simply making the contact between his hand and his dicky that all little boys do, often subconsciously, throughout their early years. I wanted so much to reach out and help him with his dicky but I was so scared that it would be a wrong move and this amazing scenario would be snapped from me. Besides my little boy wanted me to continue what I was doing, and if that's what he wanted that's what he was to get. I went to work double time on his feet and brought them together licking them both at the same time. They tasted heavenly, slightly boy sweaty from his soccer match earlier that made it even better. A few seconds of this and he squealed so loudly and sexily I thought the neighbours might hear. His entire body arched up off the couch, his toes curled, then flexed repeatedly in front of me as he groaned in what was probably his first ever orgasm. It racked through his body sending shivers everywhere. Ten powerful seconds later he collapsed smiling on the couch still with his eyes closed. I planted kisses along his feet, up his thin little legs, over his shorts, along his panting little tummy, inside the crook of his neck and finished by leaving a precious loving kiss on his forehead. He smiled even more keeping his eyes closed and lifted his arms around my neck in a hug. I leant into him and kissed him again on the forehead this time for a little longer. He let go and rolled onto his side taking my arm with him. I took this as an invite for a snuggle and so I lay on the sofa behind him. I was rock hard and incredibly horny from the scene I had just witnessed. I could still taste the incredible flavor of his feet. As I spooned up behind him my hard cock rubbed gently against his two precious cheeks. That contact was all it took and I exploded inside my pants, more sperm than I had done in a very long time. His steady breathing signalled that sleep had overcome him. The credits for Star Wars rolled and the room plunged into darkness as the DVD set on standby. I kissed my little angel softly on the cheek and thanked him for such a perfect day. Somewhere in his sleep he whispered. "I love you Ollie." And I too joined him asleep as the happiest man alive. * * * Continues in part 4 coming soon. Thanks for reading. Any positive comments or ideas how it should continue or if u just wanna chat 2 a teenage BL plz email me at joey_livestrong@yahoo.com. Mean comments and flames will be laughed at, and then ignored. J.