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For this chapter, I am doing a lot of `thinking' by the characters. It may get confusing but I hope not. I have used the single quotes `xxx' to show internal thoughts and the double quote "xxx" to show spoken words.

Toby Jacobs
By
Andy Mann

Chapter Three

Despite the Christmas festivities being the best that Fred Patterson could remember in recent years, there was an over-riding sense of something not quite right at the Water Mill Marina. He and his wife Janet had worked hard this year ensuring that they had a nice large tree, decorated to the hilt, the clubhouse was fully stocked with every type of beverage imaginable and the food, home cooked by their chef Barry, was absolutely superb.

Something was wrong though. It wasn't the attitude of the residents of the fifteen boats moored up for the holiday period as each owner or family made sure that they told Fred repeatedly how much they had enjoyed themselves. Barry, once the Christmas dinner was served, joined in the celebrations, albeit maybe a little too enthusiastically when he started with his slightly blue versions of the traditional Christmas carols and even Janet had got in the spirit, dressing up as Mrs Claus to the delight of the three small children of two of the families moored up.

Looking at the clock on the computer as he tried to make sense of the pending end of year accounts, he noticed that the normally punctual Toby was late again.

`This is now four times this week,' Fred mused to himself, wondering if he should have words with the thirteen year old who had been so reliable over the summer and autumn months. As much as he didn't want to take the boy to task over it, the need for a reliable helper was over-riding the man's attraction to the teenage boy.

The door banged open, letting a blast of cold air into the shop and the well wrapped figure of the worker in question entered the shop, seemingly dragging himself with effort.

"Toby, you're late," Fred said, a hint of annoyance in his voice as the boy sullenly walked past him and into the office to take off his coat and hat.
"Sorry Mr P," Toby replied, although Fred sensed not a lot of sincerity behind the words.
"Is everything alright Tobes?" the man asked, changing his tone to one of concern as the boy was normally full of remorse if he was even a minute late.
"Yeah. Fine," was the muttered response.

Toby moved over to the kettle and switched it on, getting his mug from the cupboard to make himself a hot chocolate to warm up. He looked up at his employer and realised that he needed to get back on his good side.

"Coffee?" he asked.
"Yes please Toby," Fred replied. "And then we're going to have a chat."
"Bout what?" Toby asked grumpily.
"About why this is the fourth time this week you've been late," Fred answered.
"Look, I said I was sorry," the teen retorted.
"Well, sometimes saying sorry isn't enough," the man replied.
"What do you want me to do then?" Toby responded, his teen voice cracking slightly as his voice raised slightly, showing a hint of defiance.
"I want you to tell me why you've changed from being the happy little guy that we are complimented about by the majority of the boaters to one sulky little brat who is turning out to be unreliable," Fred snapped.

The man realised he had gone a little overboard with his tone as he saw tears begin to well in the boy's beautiful brown eyes and Toby's lower lip began to quiver slightly. Turning away from the man, Toby fought to control his emotions by concentrating on making the drinks.

`How can I tell him?' Toby thought to himself. `Would he still like me, or let me work here if he found out I'm gay?' `And where is Henry? He promised he was coming for Christmas.'

"Look Tobes, I'm sorry I snapped at you," Fred said gently, moving up to the boy and putting an arm around the shaking shoulders of the teenager. "Come on, tell me what's wrong."
"No, you wouldn't like me anymore if I did," the boy whispered, trying to stop his voice cracking.
"Tobes buddy," Fred started. "Nothing you tell me will change my opinion of you, unless. . ."

The man paused for dramatic effect, hoping to cheer the boy's mood by being a bit silly.

"Have you gone and broke Mrs Hannigan's mooring post again?" Fred asked.
"NNNNoooooooooo!" Toby said, a slight smile edging onto his lips as he remember the incident just after starting where he was over-eager to help the middle aged woman tie up and pulled too hard on the rope using the mooring post as leverage with his foot. Unknown to the boy, it had gone rusty unnoticed and snapped in two sending the boat careening into the bank with the additional pull.
"Well then, have you dunked Mr Farringworth's dog again?" the man joked.
"I didn't do it the first time," Toby giggled back. "It was the dumb mutt jumping off the boat before he was tied up."
"Well, unless you've been stealing from the till or been sleeping with the wife," Fred said teasingly, "I can't think of any reason why I wouldn't like you anymore."

The boy turned his expression from indignation at the thought of stealing from the man to one of horror at the thought of sleeping with, of all things, a woman!!

"Hey I was joking about the stealing," Fred nudged the boy in the side with his elbow. "You know Janet would take you to bed in an instant you little cutie!"
"Argh! Gross!" Toby complained, before realising what he'd said.
"Oh, so you don't think that my wife is attractive huh," Fred joked, taking the chance to tickle the boy. `Any chance to get my hands on his body!'
"Nooo I didn't mean it like that," Toby squealed, feeling the man's fingers dig into his armpit, one of his most ticklish spots. "Stop, please!"
"Not until you admit you fancy Mrs P!" Fred laughed, watching the boy squirm and twist, trying to avoid his fingers.
"No, I don't! I fancy, I fan, I fancy," the boy giggled, his words coming out in gasps as he struggled to stop laughing.

As the young boy twisted, he fell into his employer, knocking both over onto the floor. Fred, sensing the fall, twisted his own body, grabbing the boy so that he landed underneath the youngster saving him from any harm. However, his noble actions had a consequence. Toby, in turning his own body, landed crotch to crotch on top of Fred. As both of them had been secretly enjoying the contact of each other, their dicks had swollen with excitement and Fred couldn't help but to let out a gentle groan as Toby's tented jeans pressed into his trousers.

"Shit, I'm sorry Mr P," Toby spluttered out, embarrassed that he knew that the man would feel the boy's erection poking at him, not realising that Fred was in the same situation.
"It's okay Tobes," Fred replied calmly, revelling in the feel of the boy laying on top of him. "My fault for not watching what I was doing."

Toby tried to move off of his boss so that they could get up, only to feel the man's hands grip his bum gently, pulling their straining tents across each other. The boy let out a moan as, for the first time, he felt the cock of his mentor rub against his own, albeit through the denim material. Toby looked up, shocked at the married man, whose eyes were closed as he used his strength to hump the boy's body on top of him.

`Does he want this?' the boy thought to himself. `Does he really want me to do stuff?'
`This is heaven,' Fred thought as he found his hands full of the boy's pert buttocks, and the feel of the boy's erection sliding up and down his own was bringing the man close to shooting already.

Hearing the boy gasp, Fred opened his eyes and looked at his young employee. Seeing the shocked expression on Toby's face was like having a bucked of freezing cold water poured over him and Fred reacted by pushing the boy up and off him.

"Um, Tobes mate," the thirty eight year old man stammered. "Look, we just got a little carried away here."

`No we didn't!' was the despairing thought of the teenager, feeling the full three and a half inches of his boner pressing against his jeans.

"Um, yeah, maybe," Toby said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

As they picked themselves up off the floor, Fred picked his coffee back up and took a long sip, allowing his heartbeat to get back to normal. `Christ what would Janet say if she had seen that?' he thought. `Other than why did you have it and not me?' he chuckled to himself. `It's just not fair that she can get away with making comments regarding how cute Toby is, but if I was to say that I found him sexy, she'd have my knackers off before you could cry paedo!'

"So do you want to tell me what's been bothering you?" Fred asked, trying again to find out the cause of his young worker's distress.
"Well, okay, but you promise not to hate me?" Toby replied, a look of hope on his young face. After all, if he couldn't trust the man who had taken a chance on him when others wouldn't even consider employing him, who could he trust.
"Whatever you tell me is just between us, Tobes," Fred responded, patting the young boy's hand.
"Well, IthinkIamgay," Toby rushed out after taking a deep breath in. He looked at Fred's face in hope that he'd be kinder than his mother.
"Sorry buddy," Fred replied, a look of confusion on his face. "You need to slow down, but I think I heard you correctly. Do you want to tell me again slower, or do you want me to say what I thought I heard?"

Toby looked the man in the eyes, tears threatening to spill from his own, but with another deep breath and a straightened back, he ploughed on.

"I said I'm gay," the teen said slowly.
"Okay, and what is it that has been causing you problems?" Fred responded, trying to bring a smile to the boy's beautiful face.
"Huh? That's the problem!" Toby cried. "My Mum saw me looking at stuff on my computer when she barged in my room last week."
"Oh," Fred replied. "She didn't take it well then?"
"No! I'm an abomination according to her," Toby said softly, tears now spilling down his cheek.
"Christ, no you're not," the man exclaimed, damning that stuck up bitch to hell. He pulled the crying boy into an embrace, hugging him firmly. For once, the body contact with the boy had no sexual effect on the man as he concentrated on trying to comfort him. "All sorts of people are gay, famous people as well as us normal guys."
"Us?" Toby said suddenly, his face turning up to look at Fred.
"Well, not us, us!" he backtracked.
"Oh," the boy sighed, turning his face back into the chest of the man.

The pair remained motionless for a few minutes, enjoying the contact, relaxing in the silence.

"What does your Dad think?" Fred asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.
"Dad's okay with it but Mum yells at me all the time now," Toby sniffed. "Especially when Dad isn't around."
"She hasn't hurt you has she?" Fred questioned, knowing that Mrs Jacobs had a vile temper.
"Well, um, not really," the boy whispered.
"Not really?" Fred urged, wanting to hear the truth.
"Well, when I do something wrong, she always used to get Dad to spank me cos his spanks are hard," Toby started. "But now, she gets a wooden spoon from the kitchen and hits me with it when he isn't there."
"WHAT?" Fred said shocked, a little loudly as it startled Toby away from him. "When was the last time?"
"This morning," sniffed Toby. "It's why I keep being late cos I can't ride as quick."
"What do you mean?" Fred asked, before comprehension dawned on him as Toby's face flushed red.
"I can't sit proper on my bike after she's hit me," the boy said quietly.
"Toby, that isn't right, and maybe what I'm going to ask is a bit wrong as well and you can say no if you want to," the man started, concern growing for his young employee. "But will you let me have a look and make sure you're not hurt."
"But she hits me on the," Toby stopped mid flow, his face downcast as he finished "on the bare bum."
"I guess as much," Fred told him gently. "I want to make sure you're okay, but if you don't want to let me see you, then that's okay."
"No, I trust you Mr P!" the boy said quickly, not wanting to lose the bond that was strengthening between them.

Toby pulled away from the man and quickly undid his belt and popped the button on his jeans. Looking at Fred, the teen let a sickly smile come grimace grow on his lips as he pulled his jeans and boxers down in one swoop. Fred held in a gasp as he saw the object of his wank sessions in the flesh for the first time. Toby was perfect in Fred's eyes. His shirt hugged his slim chest, allowing just a small peek of the flat stomach to be seen. The boy's limp dick hung down, just sneaking past a hairless ballsac that looked easily edible to the man's eyes. Small brown hairs covered the skin directly above the base of the boy's cock. A cock with a mind of its own as it started to swell with blood, much to Toby's discomfort.

"Okay buddy, turn around," Fred said hoarsely, his hand adjusting himself as his own dick boned up at the sight of the boy.

As the boy turned, those fabulous globes of flesh that formed his buttocks came into view. All of Fred's imaginative dreams of what they looked like were about to be fulfilled. However, he nearly cried as instead of the pale lily white skin of perfection, two mounds of white flesh crisscrossed with angry red welts became visible.

`I'll kill her!' flashed through the Marina owner's mind as he saw the damage on the boy's bum cheeks. He reached out and gently ran a hand over each buttock, cringing slightly as the boy gasped.

"I'm sorry Tobes," Fred apologised. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't," Toby giggled. "Um, it felt really good when you ran your hand there."

The boy turned and Fred's mouth dropped open as the teen showed his now erect three and a half inch dick. Involuntarily, the man licked his lips as his fantasies about the boy sprang to mind. He could feel his precum dripping from his own cock, soaking into the front of his underpants. Toby, being the intelligent lad that he is, took in the reaction of his employer and remembering how Ritchie the delivery driver had reacted in a similar fashion, reached forward and took Fred's hand in his own.

"It's okay Mr P," Toby said quietly. "I want this as much as you do."

He placed the man's rough hand onto his hardon, sighing contently as Fred automatically changed his grip so his hand encircled the youthful pricklet. Fred marvelled at the soft hardness of the boy's flesh, beginning a stroking motion which caused the teen to groan in pleasure. Realising he was touching the boy in all the wrong places, he started to apologise again but for some reason, the motor functions from his brain to his hand wouldn't work and he was stood, still wanking the young teenager.

"Aw man, this feels sooo good," Toby whimpered out as he felt another man's hand on his cock once again.
"Toby, I should stop," Fred groaned as he felt a small hand trace the outline of his own boner through his trousers.
"But if it feels good, it can't be bad Mr P," Toby argued. "And you do want to do this don't you?"
"Oh Christ Toby, if Janet finds out," Fred started.
"Then she'll be jealous you got me and she didn't," the boy giggled before turning serious once more. "Kiss me Mr P, kiss me and make me your boy."

Knowing it was wrong but helpless to control himself, Fred leant forwards and for the first time in his life, kissed another boy on the lips. Toby snaked his arms around the man he so admired and opened his mouth, probing his tongue towards Fred's lips. Surprised at the forwardness of the teen, the man could only respond by accepting the gift of his tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it, causing the boy to groan loudly and bringing Fred back to his senses.

"Look Tobes, we can't do it here," the man reasoned. "People could see in through the window."
"What about the store?" Toby panted, upset that his kissing was interrupted.
"Too cold," Fred argued.
"I know, come on," the boy crowed, pulling his jeans and boxers back up. "Grab your coat!"

The lithe figure of the boy darted behind the counter and came back round moments later, two sets of keys rattling in his hands. He pulled Fred towards the front of the shop, pushing him through the door. He paused to flip the closed sign in the window and set off running towards to edge of the marina.

"Of course, Whispy Willow," Fred muttered to himself. "It's a good thing that not all our rentals have gone out!"
"Yeah! I checked her yesterday to make sure she was alright and she's fine," Toby replied, showing he had sharper ears than his employer thought. "Bed's all made up!"

`Bed?' thought Fred. "Whoa there tiger!" he called out to the boy.
"What?" Toby asked, sliding to a stop by the deep red and black coloured boat.
"Bed?" the man queried.
"Um, well I thought we could get comfy and do some more kissing and maybe some other stuff too," Toby replied.

Even in the dimly lit end of the moorings, Fred could see the boy blushing furiously. He also noted a look of concern crossed with hope and expectation. `Should I do this?' Fred argued with himself. `The boy had been an absolute misery over the last week, the reason now clear, and he obviously wanted some fun and this could cheer Toby up. BUT what I'm about to do is highly illegal and I could lose everything if we're found out.'

"Please Mr P," Toby begged. "We don't hafta do much, just kissing and cuddling is cool."

`The boy is crying out for attention that doesn't come at the end of a smack,' Fred thought. `What harm in cuddling him?'

"Come on then," Fred said, making up his mind and stepping onto the empty boat. "Quick before someone sees us."
"YES!" Toby quietly celebrated, jumping from the bank onto the boat easily, causing the vessel to rock in the still water.

The pair headed below deck and Fred flicked on a heater that would quickly warm the boat. Toby went for a light switch before his hand was lightly smacked away.

"No lights otherwise someone may come looking," the man advised the eager young teen.
"Oooh, naked fun in the dark, Mr P!" Toby giggled. "I like your thinking."
"Naked? We said cuddling and kissing!" Fred argued, though he was wondering why he was. His cock was back at full mast at the thought of writhing around on a bed with the naked thirteen year old.
"Cuddling is best naked!" Toby retorted, with all the confidence that a sex craved teenage boy could muster.

Fed up with the chatter, and fully aware that anyone could come looking at any time, Toby grabbed Fred's hand and led him to the bedroom at the front of the boat. He pushed the door open and grinned as he saw the ready-made double bed. He kicked off his trainers and jumped in the air, twisting in mid-air and landing on his back. Giggling loudly, the boy undid the top two buttons of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, leaving his naked upper torso on display.

"Come on Mr P," Toby whined. "I'm getting cold!"
"Well if you didn't strip off, you'd be warm!" Fred joked back, taking as much of the boy's body into his memory as he could.
"Strip! Yeah! Need to do that!" the teen grinned, taking his reluctant partner's words and twisting them to suit his own desires.

Fred watched in wonder as the teenager undid his belt and once more popped his button and unzip his fly. Seeing the boy look up at him expectantly, Fred nodded, resigned to what was coming next, all the time his hardon raging in his own trousers. Toby grinned and pulled his jeans down, lifting his bum off the bed to allow his unclothing and reached his legs up to take his legs from out of the denim.

`Oh look at that!' Fred paused as the outline of the teenager's bum pressed against his boxers. Not willing to pass up his first and maybe only opportunity with his little sex fantasy, the man pulled his jumper off, throwing it to one side. He undid his tie and thought about ripping his shirt off, but knowing he had to go back into the clubhouse afterwards, he sensibly took his time in undoing the buttons and hung the shirt on the edge of the door so that it didn't crease.

"Come on Mr P," Toby complained again at the fact he was on the bed on his own.

Fred looked down and gulped as he saw the body of the boy stretch out on the bed, Toby's arms and legs stretched out making him an X on the bed. The only items clothing his nakedness were the deep red boxers and a pair of grey socks. His eyes having roamed the firm chest of the boy settled on the obscenely tented front of his boxers. Wanting to wait no longer to touch him, Fred climbed onto the bed, running his hands over the boy's body, revelling in the smoothness of his skin. Toby groaned in joy as he was caressed and turned to face his employer. Licking his lips in readiness, he was overjoyed when he felt Fred's lips press against his. He wrapped his arms around the man's muscular body and rolled as Fred positioned themselves so that he was on his back, the boy on top.

`I've died and gone to heaven!' Toby gushed in his mind. He felt Fred's rough hands rub up and down his back, stopping short of his own desire for them to slide underneath his boxers and cup his flesh. Even if it hurt, he wanted to give himself fully to the man.
`Oh Jeez the boy can kiss,' Fred thought as he felt Toby's tongue push past his own. Although his sex life with Janet was extremely fulfilling, his wife did not like to French kiss and so the man had little experience and allowed the boy to control the action. Fully aware of the Toby's bruised buttocks, he deliberately kept his hands to the boy's back despite his inner urge to explore the most private part of the boy.

As the temperatures of the two squirming figures increased, so did Toby's hardness and need for release. Not knowing if he would have the chance again, the boy started to hump himself into the tight stomach of the body below him. Fred whimpered as he felt Toby's hardness push into his belly and he knew he had to see it, he had to feel it again. Rolling to one side, he got a grunt of disapproval as Toby's body fell from his own and their kiss was broken.

"Mr P!" the boy whined loudly.
"Hush boy," Fred whispered. "I'm sorry but I have to see you all. It's wrong but I have to take you in."

The words were music to the teenager's ears and grinning in triumph he laid on his back, legs straight down and he interlocked his fingers as he placed his hands behind his head as if to say, `you want to see, well you undress me.' He looked lustily at Fred as the man's hands, shaking in anticipation once more, slipped into the sides of the red cotton material. The boy lifted himself off the bed once more to allow Fred to slide the boxers downwards, ever so slowly, increasing the sexual tension in the small bedroom. Toby grinned as his hard cock was pulled downwards, knowing that it would spring back up having teased himself many times in the past. Finally that was achieved and the smack of his three and a half inch boner on his skin echoed through the quiet room. Fred slipped the shorts down and off the boy.

"Oh fuck Toby, you're perfect," Fred panted, his heartbeat increasing in anticipation of what he was going to do next. Again he overrode his inner demons and he leaned forwards, taking the boy's cock in his hand, gazing at it intently.
"Gawd Mr P," Toby gulped. "Wank me please!"

The man gripped the young boy's shaft with his thumb and first three fingers and gently but firmly started stroking him. He watched in fascination as the foreskin of the thin dick slid back and forth over the pink cock head. A cock head that was starting to produce a little glistening of precum. Needing to taste it, Fred put his tongue out and gave the boy's slit a quick lick, thinking it wouldn't taste nice but needing it all the same. As the sweetness of the slippery liquid hit his taste sensors, Fred immediately wanted more.

Having only seen porno videos and having experienced two awful blow jobs from Janet, Fred was unsure exactly what to do but having read about keeping his teeth covered with his lips and that it's actually better described as a suck job, he slid Toby's stiffness into his mouth. Hearing a loud moan from his boy employee, Fred was encouraged onwards. He felt small hands tangle themselves in his hair as the boy, more experienced than he was, took over control.

Up and down he bobbed, and at the urging of the teen, his free hand cupped the boy's small testicles, squeezing and kneading them gently. The pent up sexual frustration of the young boy had built up over the last week, his mother not allowing his bedroom door to be closed so he had been resorting to wanking off in the very short showers or as he `went for a dump' so it was only a matter of minutes before Toby felt his balls tightening in his sac and with a groan of pleasure, he fired his first shot into the warm mouth enclosing his cock.

"Crap! Mr P! Cummin! Sorry!" the boy gasped out apologetically for not warning the man.
"HHHrrrmmmmuummm" was the muffled reply as Fred drank down the sweet nectar of his favourite boy. Shot after heavy shot of spunk fired from the boy as he emptied three days of testicular production into his willing employer's mouth.

Finally spent, the boy flopped back onto the bed, a glazed expression of relief evident on his face. Fred released the cock from his mouth as he heard whimpers from Toby telling him he was sensitive there and as he licked around his lips to ensure none of the boy juice went astray, he laid back down by the side of the fantastic young man, kissing the cheek softly, thinking that Toby wouldn't want a kiss on the lips after where his mouth had just been. The boy turned his head towards the man and smiled.

"My turn," the boy grinned.
"Huh?" Fred asked dopily.
"I said it's my turn to get my mouth round your dick now," Toby giggled.
"No Tobes, you don't need to do that just because I sucked you," Fred argued, while his cock was telling him to shut the fuck up.
"Don't you get it Mr P?" Toby asked, a frown appearing on his face. "I'm not going to do it cos I have to, I'm going to do it cos I want to."
"But why?" Fred queried. "Why do you want to?"
"Cos I like doing it dummy," Toby laughed and squirmed around on the bed so the he was over the straining crotch of the dark trousers of his boss. "Now you can either take these off or I'll fish it out through the fly!"
"I'd better take them off," Fred agreed and quickly shed his trousers.
"Really?" Toby chuckled as he looked at the pair of y-fronts that the man was wearing.
"What?" Fred asked, bemused.
"Y-fronts? They're like so ninety year old blokes!" the teen giggled, causing Fred to grab him and nuggie his hair.

Fred was just relieved to see the happy boy back again that when he released him, he sighed contently as small hands delved inside the offending underwear. Toby was delighted to finally get his hands on his boss's cock after dreaming for so long. He manoeuvred his wrists and hands so that he pulled down Fred's underwear while not letting go of his prize. As the man's cock came into view, Toby licked his lips in anticipation, only to have a slight sense of disappointment. The cock in front of him, while fairly thick was also fairly short. The boy wasn't expecting a monster dick like Ritchie's eight inches but Fred's was also a good inch shorter than Henry Philipps'. Keeping his expression neutral, the boy flashed a smile at his boss before leaning in and licking the top of head, a head that had no foreskin.

"Where's your skin?" Toby asked, pausing for a moment to look at the scar that ran around the base of the cock head.
"Oh, I was circumcised as a baby," Fred replied. "I was born in the States and it's something they do automatically."
"You're American?" Toby squeaked, unconvinced.
"No," the man chuckled. "My Dad was stationed over there but we moved back when I was six months."
"Oh, cool," Toby replied. His curiosity sated he opened his mouth and in one swoop, swallowed Fred's erection. After his last experience with the well hung delivery driver, Fred's cock took no effort and Toby found his nose nestling in the curly pubes at the base of the man's shaft.
"OH FUCK!" Fred cried as he felt his cock enveloped in the warm mouth of the teen.

Satisfied that Fred wasn't going to stop him, Toby got himself comfortable and started licking and sucking the man's hardness as he would an iced lolly. Up and down he bobbed, scraping his lips against the flesh, pausing occasionally to lick, kiss and suck the head. Hands found his blonde hair as the primal nature of the man's instinct took over and Toby purred as his hair was stroked.

Fred was in heaven. Never before had his cock been so lovingly attended. Janet, as great a wife as she was and one who enjoyed intercourse, flatly refused to give him oral relief after the couple of abortive attempts at the beginning of their relationship. Toby's tight mouth was a whole new experience for the thirty eight year old who was gritting his teeth, trying desperately to hold off cumming so quickly so that he could enjoy the feeling for longer. However, as the boy started humming as he sucked, something he had read about in a story, it caused too many nerve receptors to explode in Fred's head.

"Oh Fuck Tobes," Fred exclaimed. "I'm cumming!"

Hearing the man's shout, Toby pulled his mouth so that it just covered the head of the throbbing cock and he was rewarded with shot after shot of thick creamy cum. The teen savoured the taste in his mouth, allowing it to pool up but as Fred continued to shoot, the boy realised he needed to start swallowing to make room for more.

Fred's mind was in overload. His cock ached as he shot load after load of his spunk into the mouth of the gorgeous boy who he had dreamed about for months. No longer did he need to fantasize about what it would be like to have Toby sucking on his dick. Even better, the boy loved it, and was drinking his juice, something that he would not have dreamed possible.

Finally, the last dribbles of spunk were lovingly lapped by Toby's tongue, Fred sighed, a huge smile on his face.

"Did you like?" Toby asked, looking up at the man, moving his body upwards so that he could cuddle next to the naked skin of his boss.
"Tobes, that was fucking fantastic!" Fred gushed, hugging the boy to him, planting a kiss on the top of his head.
"So will you fuck me now?" the teen asked hopefully.
"What?" Fred spluttered, shocked at the forwardness and the content of the boy's request.
"Well, I was hoping now I've sucked you that maybe you'd, you know, screw me and it will last longer cos you've already cum once," the boy explained.
"No Toby, I couldn't do that," Fred told him, the thought of forcing his cock up the boy's behind abhorrent to his sense of morals, morals that were currently being rewritten.
"But it's ok," Toby told him. "I've done it before and it's really cool."
"You may have but whoever did it to you was wrong," Fred responded. "The man who did it should have not have forced you."
"But Henry DIDN'T force me!" Toby yelled at his employer. "He said that I didn't have to do anything but I told him I wanted to."
"Henry?" Fred asked, thinking quickly through the Henry's that he knew. A penny dropped into place. "Henry Philipps?"

`Shit!' The teenager rocked back onto his haunches, realising what he'd just said. Panicking he thought through his options and not liking any of them, decided on begging.

"Please Mr P, you can't tell anyone," the boy sobbed. "He didn't hurt me or anything, he was really nice and I wanted it more than he did."
"Look Toby this is heavy," the man admitted. "I guess I'm not in too much of a position to say anything anyway, but I want you to be careful."
"I will, I promise!" Toby pleaded. "Please don't say anything about Henry cos he was really nice."
"I'm getting that," Fred said in a light tone, ruffling the boy's hair, trying to bring the conversation up from the depths where it had gone.
"Promise you won't say?" the boy asked, hope shining in his eyes.
"Pinkie promise," the man said, holding his little finger out.

Once the deal was sealed, Fred suggested they get dressed and head back to the Clubhouse before they were missed. As they got pulled on their clothes, Fred had a further moment of enlightenment.

"Is this another reason why you've been so down?" he asked his young employee.
"Huh?" Toby replied.
"That Henry cancelled his booking?" Fred queried.
"Oh, um, yeah," Toby stammered out. "I was hoping that we would get together while he was here and have some more fun."
"Well you know it wasn't his choice," Fred told the boy.
"What you mean?" Toby asked, his mood changing as he thought that there may be a chance that the man hadn't just ignored or forgotten him.
"I had a phone call from his niece saying that he had taken ill, I think she said he had a fall and that he was going to stay with her and her husband while he recovered," Fred explained.
"Oh, shit, hope he's ok," Toby said, concern evident in his voice.
"Come on," the man pushed the boy slightly, bringing him out of his daze. "Let's get back."
"Okay," the boy said, a smile on his face as he realised that Henry maybe still liked him.

The pair climbed out of the boat and headed over to the busy clubhouse. As they entered, a wall of noise hit them as the festivities were in full flow. It seemed that everyone from the fifteen boats were crammed in the bar. Janet, noticing the pair enter made her way over to her husband, pulling him to one side.

"Where have you been honey?" she asked.
"Talking with Toby," he replied, pecking his wife on the lips.
"I see he was late again," Janet noted.
"Yeah, he's having some problems at home," Fred explained, trying to deflect the blame away from the youngster.
"That bitch is behind it at a guess?" Janet hissed, keeping her voice low. Her opinion of Toby's mother cemented the first two occasions she had met the woman.
"Sort of," Fred replied. "He's got some things to work through and she isn't helping."
"So he's finally admitted he's gay then?" the slim woman asked her husband, causing the man's mouth to drop open.
"What? How?" Fred spluttered.
"Oh come on, it's so obvious," she giggled. "He completely ignores me when I make little comments to him, but as soon as a cute guy walks in, you can't get his attention."
"Well his mother hasn't taken it well," he explained.
"Oh poor little sweetie," Janet mused. "Maybe he should have the evening off then and have some time to himself?"
"Well I think he likes being away from her so he won't want to go home," Fred posed to his wife.
"I was looking through the bookings for the next three weeks and we're hardly busy on the rentals," Janet said. "In fact, we are normally quiet now until Easter, so why don't we block one of the rentals for him and he can use it as a place to escape for some quiet when he wants to?"
"That would really cheer him up I'm sure," Fred gushed at his wife, so pleased that she was onboard with keeping Toby happy and safe.
"You go and get a drink, and I'll tell him," she told him.

Moving over to where she could see the thirteen year old talking with the elderly couple from one of the moorings, she marvelled again at how comfortable he seemed with any of their customers. She gazed at the teen, not for the first time being drawn in to his aura and found herself having thoughts that she quickly pushed away. She moved over to the three, laughter echoing as she did.

"Excuse me Mr and Mrs Farringsworth, could I borrow young Toby here," Janet asked, interrupting the elderly gent just as he was telling the punchline to a very blue joke that had his wife blushing and the teenager in fits of laughter.
"Of course you can Janet," the elderly woman said, ushering the youngster to go with his employer.
"Is anything wrong Mrs P?" Toby asked, his voice quivering as he wondered if his earlier actions with her husband had been discovered.
"Oh no sweetie pie," Janet reassured her little employee, putting her arm around him, guiding his to the door of the clubhouse. "I was just talking with Fred and he mentioned a little about what's happening with your mother."
"REALLY?" Toby gasped out, his face flushing red. "How much?"
"Not much, just that she is giving you a hard time at the moment," the woman answered quickly, trying to put the boy's mind at rest.
"Um yeah she is," Toby mumbled.
"So what I've told Fred is that we will block one of the rentals as a getaway for you," Janet told him. "That way you can have some space with no-one bothering you."
"Really?" Toby nearly yelled, his face splitting into a wide grin. "Can I have Whispy Willow?"
"You like her eh" Janet laughed.
"Yeah, she's neat," Toby gushed.
"Well, go get the keys and if you want to have the rest of the evening off, she's all yours," she said.

Toby grabbed the pretty woman who obviously liked him more than maybe she should and hugged her.

"Go! Go get some bottles and go and chillax for a time," Janet told him.
"Um, Janet?" Toby grinned.
"Yes sweetie," she replied.
"Chillax is so uncool!" the teen giggled as he escaped from the clubhouse with a swot to his rear end.

As the boy chuckled to himself, he stepped outside the stifling heat of the clubhouse into the cool fresh air. Thinking that he was lucky to have such caring and understanding employers, he started over to the shop to grab some bottles of pop and some snacks to fill up his new safe haven.

"Hey kid," a voice from behind him said, startling him. "You ok?"

Toby turned, seeing one of the young guys from one of the rentals standing under the smoking shelter. He took in the long dark coat, the expensive looking jeans and all the bling on the guy's wrists and fingers. He remembered booking them in when the group arrived and thought that this guy was totally out of place for a boat trip.

"Hey, yeah I'm cool," the teen replied, remembering that he needed to be polite as this guy was a paying customer after all.
"So I heard you were having some grief at home and were looking for somewhere to hang," the lad asked. He raised a hand to the cigarette in his mouth, flicking his lighter which illuminated his face.

Toby stared at him and realised that the guy was only twenty at the most. He took in the clean cut face and smartly cut hair. This was obviously a guy who took pride in his appearance.

"Um, well, maybe, but I'm cool," the boy answered, wondering why the guy was asking.
"Well if you want, you can hang with us for a while," the young man replied. "You know, just chillax as your boss put it."

Both laughed at the statement, breaking a little ice. The youth held his hand out, offering the boy the cigarette.

"I don't smoke," Toby told him automatically.
"It's okay," the guy said. "It's not a fag, it's weed. It will help you relax if you want."
"Oh, um, okay," the teen said, moving forward to take the lit offering. `This will piss all over Frankie! He keeps saying how cool cigarettes are.'

The boy placed the joint to his lips and breathed in. Of course, he immediately choked, coughing and spluttering causing the young man to chuckle and pat him on the back to help clear his lungs. He handed the joint back to the older lad, who waved him to try again.

"Look Toby, just breath it in gently, hold it for a few moments before breathing it back out," the lad advised.
"Ok, I'll try," the teen said, trying again. This time, he managed to take in a hit of the weed, and as he released it from his lungs he felt a little light headed. "WOW!"
"Yeah, wow indeed," the lad giggled, putting his arm around the teen to steady him as he wobbled slightly under the effects of his first illegal substance.
"That's cool, thanks," Toby said, grinning up at the taller youth. He looked at him properly and saw a handsome face smiling back at him.
"So you want to come back to our boat and relax for a bit?" the lad asked again.
"Um yeah sure, why not," the teen agreed. "What's your name?"
"Oh Toby, did I make that little impression on you?" the lad laughed.

Toby flushed, as one thing he normally prided himself on was the ability to remember the customers names. He quickly ran through the bookings in his head and suddenly the name Jamie came to mind.

"Jamie right?" the teen said, a little loudly as the noise of the clubhouse was quietened down by the closing of a window.
"That's right," the now known youth agreed, pulling the boy to him and ruffling his hair. "So let's head back and I'll introduce you to the others."
"Cool," came the teen's reply, as he allowed himself to be guided towards the end of the marina.

End of chapter

Now normally I would finish the day's adventures in one chapter but I have a feeling that Toby's adventures might not be over for the day and I was conscious about length so having just watched Twilight Breaking Dawn part 2 today, I figured that if they can split an episode in two then so can I!!

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