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Toby Jacobs
By
Andy Mann
Chapter Nine
Toby pulled a face as he felt his arse penetrated by the thick cock of the Reverend, forcing his own cock deeper inside his mother. Soon he was being sandwiched between the two adults, his chest pressed into the breasts of his mother while the heavy body of the Reverend lay against his back as the man pumped his cock in and out of his arse, causing the boy to groan as his body reacted the only way it knew how. Toby yelled out as his cock spewed forth yet another helping of his boy spunk, only this time it was being implanted inside his mother's cunt. Petunia clenched as she felt her son's cock quiver inside her and she began to ride the waves of her first orgasm at the hands, or should that be cock, of another for over a year. Delighted that he had caused such naughtiness in this family sent the Reverend over the top and he banged the boy's arse hard and fast, speeding up his need to spunk inside the tunnel of the kid he desired to dominate. Just as he reached his climax, he felt a hand grab his shoulder and pull him backwards.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Barry Jacobs shouted in anger.
"DAD!" Toby cried, pulling himself out of his mother, his cock dripping with the remnants of his cum and the cunt juice of Petunia.
"What the fucking hell is going on here?" Barry demanded again. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. As he arrived home having spent a good two hours with the sexy girl whom he believed to be nineteen, he had walked into the house, only to find the television switched on but no-one downstairs. Hearing a noise upstairs, he headed up to see if Toby was home from the Marina, knowing that sometimes his son spent the night on the boat that the Pattersons had let him use. As he reached his son's bedroom door, he heard the unmistakable sounds of the teenager squeaking himself through an orgasm, and thinking that he had caught the boy masturbating, he knocked and entered to warn the boy that Petunia wouldn't be happy if she heard him. The sight in front of him caught him cold. Not only was Toby naked, but he was fucking his mother and Reverend Samuels was fucking the boy's arse. He had stormed in and pulled the paedophile priest from his son.
"I'll ask one last time, what the fuck is going on?" he shouted, his hands rolled into fists as he contemplated smashing the fuck out of the smiling face of the Reverend.
"Now then Barry, calm down," Reverend Samuels started, trying to get a hold of the situation. This was certainly unexpected and could backfire on his plans for the teenager.
"CALM DOWN? Do you want to tell me why you are molesting my son? And Petunia? Why is Toby having sex with you?"
"Barry, dear, it's all about his cure," Petunia replied, confident in her belief that she was a force of good for her son.
"His cure? What shit is this?"
"The Reverend has told me that the only way to save our son from an eternity of damnation is to cleanse his body of Satan and to fill him with God's Holy Seed," she answered, her anger beginning to rise at her husband's lack of understanding. "Toby has been such a good boy, taking his lessons and cleansings for the last few weeks and when I asked the Reverend about introducing our son to the correct sexual situation, to put him on the path of righteousness, he agreed that it was a mother's responsibility to do so."
"Toby? This has been going on for weeks?" Barry's voice cracked as he looked at his son. Toby was slumped on the floor, his head buried in his hands on his bed. The boy raised a tear stained face and nodded reluctantly, asking himself what his father would think of him.
"You see, Barry. Young Toby knows the truth and wants to be a normal boy," Reverend Samuels said, confidence returning to his voice. He couldn't believe that Barry was going to be as gullible as his wife. He thought that he would have had to threaten the man with exposing his sordid secret.
"Shut the fuck up!" came the snapped reply from Mr Jacobs as his anger started to boil over. How could he not have seen what had been happening to his own son? He had been so wrapped up in his affair, and so happy that Petunia was treating the boy better, he had no idea that his son was being abused by both his wife and the Reverend, the two people who were supposed to be helping him.
"Dad, please, don't," Toby cried as he saw his father take a step towards the still naked Reverend.
"Look Barry, Toby admits that this is for the best and doesn't want you to interfere," the vicar interjected, backing up slightly as the smaller man approached him. Although Barry was indeed about three inches shorter, he was stockier and the Reverend knew that he had never been in a fight his entire life.
"Toby, come here son," Barry instructed his boy, who got up, covered his now limp cock with his hands and with his head bowed, walked slowly over to his father. Barry wrapped his arms around his son's shaking body. "Is that true? Is this what you want?"
"Dad, I, I," Toby's heart slumped. When his Dad had burst through the door, pulling the vicar from him, he half hoped that his father would beat the living shit out of the pervert. However, now he could see that while Barry was ready for action, the cruel fact that Reverend Samuels would expose his father weighed heavily on him. Making his choice once again to protect his father, he nodded. "Yeah Dad, the Reverend is helping me and now so is Mum."
"There you go, Barry," Petunia crowed as she stood up, forgetting for the moment that she was completely naked. "Listen to your son."
"I don't fully understand this, Toby, but if this is what you want, then I will allow it to continue," Barry's voice was low, soft, caring as he cupped his son's chin in his hand, turning his head so that he could look directly into the deep drown eyes. For a moment, he thought he saw a tortured cry of help but as Toby blinked away the tears that threatened to leak, he turned back to the Reverend. "If Toby says that this is to stop, then it does, and if I hear that you have hurt him in anyway, I'll go to the police."
"Totally understandable, Barry," Reverend Samuels rejoiced. Walking over to the boy, he laid a hand on his shoulder, easing him away from his father. "Any time that Toby wants this to end, it will. Isn't that right, boy? All you have to do is tell me to stop and we will."
"Yes sir," the teen replied, his shoulders slumping in the knowledge that he couldn't ask until he had his hands on all the photos of his father and that girl.
"Well, I've got an early start tomorrow so I'm going to bed," Barry sighed. "I'll see you in bed in a while Pet."
"I think I am going to stay in with Toby tonight and talk through the next phase of his cure," Petunia smiled sweetly at her husband. Now that it was out in the open, she was looking forward to having sex with her son as often as possible. After all, she had been celibate for over a year and had a lot of catching up to do.
"I should be going soon but," Reverend Samuels paused. He had been interrupted by Barry before he had spunked into the boy's arse and now, the thought of fucking him with both of the boy's parents in the house and willing accomplices, his pervertedness took over. "I think that I need to finish Toby's lesson."
"Of course you should, Reverend," Petunia agreed, ushering her husband out of the bedroom. Three weeks ago, the thought of watching her son being buggered by another man would have been repulsive, she now found herself wanting to watch. "Well Toby, get yourself onto the bed and in position so that the good Reverend can finish giving you his Holy Seed."
Crying to himself, the young teenager watched as his father deserted him, leaving him in the hands of the Reverend who wasted no time in ramming his cock back into the boy's tight arsehole. Reverend Samuels gripped Toby's legs on his shoulders as he pounded his butt, his cock rubbing against the inner walls of the boy. Within a few minutes, he felt his balls tighten and he shot five heavy spunk filled loads into the boy's anus as his climax ripped through his body. He turned to the still naked Petunia, pleased that he hadn't while he fucked her son as the sight of her body turned him off immensely.
"Petunia dear, please could you go and get us all some water," he asked her. Seeing her acceptance of the task, he turned to the boy, lying limply underneath him. "Okay Tobes, do you want your Dad to go to prison?"
"NO!" the teen snapped.
"How about your Mum?"
"What?"
"Well, I now have a video of her being fucked by you. As you are still only thirteen, that's rape and abuse. Your Mommie will be sliced open in prison if the other women find out that she's raped you."
"But you made her do it!" Toby gasped out. "You know you did."
"Look kid, it's simple. You are going to come to my house as normal, but I also want you to bring this Justin along. You are to fuck your mother as well, as often as she wants it. If you can keep her happy sexually, she isn't going to start asking questions about you."
"What about my Dad?"
"If you want your Dad to stay out of kiddie fiddler prison, you will do exactly what I say. I can easily leak these pictures to the press."
"FINE!" Toby spat. Knowing he didn't have a choice, he accepted the Reverend's demands.
"Now get on the bed, doggy style. I'm gonna fuck you from behind like the little bitch you are."
Toby climbed onto his bed and gritted his teeth as he felt the Reverend's cock slide into him once again. As much as he hated the man, the feeling of a hard cock pumping its way into his arse turned the boy on and within minutes, the Reverend skilfully had Toby panting and gasping for release. As Petunia walked in with a tray of water, Toby groaned as his spunk coated his duvet, his arse twitching and forcing the Reverend to finally give up his second load into the boy. The Reverend finally dressed and bade farewell, telling Petunia that he would lock the door behind him. Petunia, still naked, looked down at the bed where her sexy thirteen year old gay son, who was desperately trying to be straight, lay. His cock was limp, but she was sure that she could tease it back to full hardness. She had loved the feeling when her son had penetrated her cunt that first time and as she laid down beside him, her hands roamed his body. Knowing that he had no choice, Toby lay limply in bed, allowing his mother full access to his young body.
Barry Jacobs, alone in the master bedroom, listened as he heard his wife and son copulate for the third time that night. It disgusted him to think that Petunia would have sex with their son, a thirteen year old boy who should be concentrating on playing football with his mate in the park, or worst case, playing console games. Similarly, he was convinced that his son was gay, and no matter what the vicar said, there was no cure for it as it wasn't a disease. He heard Petunia cry out in pleasure, remembering when he used to make his wife scream in orgasmic joy and a little smile crept on his face as he thought about his son being able to pleasure a woman at his young age before the distressing picture of the boy being anally assaulted by Reverend Samuels filled his mind. His cock gave a little twitch as he thought about how he had fucked Jessica's tight anus just hours earlier and he wondered whether a boy's arse would be the same.
"Fucking hell, Barry, get a grip of yourself," he chided himself. "I'm having great sex with a young woman who wants me and now I'm lying here thinking about shagging my own son's arse!" No matter how much he told himself that it was wrong, he shocked himself as his spunk flew out of his cock, having not realised that he was wanking himself at the thought. He drifted off to a trouble sleep.
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"TOBY JACOBS! Pay attention!" Mrs Jenkinson shouted at the boy for the third time. She sighed heavily as the normally attentive student yawned. She knew that history wasn't the most gripping subject to most teenage students but she had high hopes for young Toby. He was a sponge for information and usually was the first of her class to have his hand in the air to answer a question.
"Sorry Miss," the thirteen year old yawned. "I didn't sleep well last night." Which was true. After being royally buggered twice by the Reverend, he had hoped that his night of `curing' was over but when his mother returned to his bed, he was forced to perform multiple times, fucking her twice which was bad enough but when he failed to get an erection that third time, Petunia had pushed his face into her snatch, making her son orally please her. He gagged at the memory of his mother's juices streaming over his face and even into his mouth.
"You shouldn't have stayed up late watching porn then," Billy Harris joked, his freckled face spreading into a grin at his joke. He made a wanking sign with his hand, causing giggles from his fellow classmates.
"BILLY HARRIS! Get outside and standing in the corridor," Mrs Jenkinson told the energetic boy. She normally allowed him some leeway with his jokes, but she would not allow crudity in her classroom.
"Ah man! I'm sorry Mrs Jenkinson. I won't do it again," Billy begged, knowing that he was already on a tightrope with his year head. If Mr Wilson walked past while he was stood in the corridor, he'd cop it at home as the year head had already told him that one more misdemeanour would result in a letter hom.
"Please Miss, don't send him out," Toby stuck up for his best mate. "Give him lines instead." Toby grinned viciously at his red headed mate, knowing that he cramped up quickly if forced to write for any length of time.
"Fine. Billy, I want two hundred lines, `I must not make obscene guestures in class' on my desk by the end of the day," the teacher gave in.
"TWO HUNDRED?" Billy gasped. He would have to spend his lunch and his free period writing them out. "Ah shi um sugar!" he changed his last word as he saw his teacher's eyebrow raise up.
They continued with class and as the bell went, ending the lesson and as the students filed out for lunch, Billy grabbed Toby.
"Lines? What the fuck?"
"It beats getting in trouble with your Dad," Toby replied.
"Yeah, but, two fucking hundred!"
"I'll help you, come on, let's find an empty classroom."
They quickly found one and munched through their packed lunches while both boys wrote out the punishing lines, Toby taking care to copy his friend's writing style.
"So why were you up late?"
"I was watching porn!" Toby lied, his face flushing.
"I knew it! What site were you on?" Billy pressed, hoping to find out what his friend enjoyed looking at while he pulled his sausage. He lost himself for a moment, imagining his friend naked, tugging his sausage.
"Um, can't remember," the teen replied, feeling that he was going to be trapped in a lie. "I just googled porn and clicked on the links."
"Aw man, that's shit. You need to go to proper porn sites."
"I have to be careful cos my Mum watches watch I look at," Toby admitted. "I can't get caught watching porn or she'll get the Reverend to lecture me." It wasn't anywhere near the truth, but it would do.
"Hey, do you wanna have a sleepover at mine this weekend?" Billy asked suddenly, the idea springing to his mind. "You could check out the sites I look at? I found a great lesso site."
"Yeah, that would be cool!" Toby mustered enthusiasm. He wasn't sure that he really wanted to be in the same room as his friend if they were going to watch two women going at it. If it was a man and woman, then he could concentrate on the man to get off, but two women? How would he explain to his friend if he didn't get a hardon? He looked over at Billy as he massaged his wrist, his hand already cramping from the lines. `Billy would be naked as well, I guess. He's got a fit body so I bet I would get hard looking at him.'
"Great, I'll get my Dad to ring yours," the red head smiled, pleased as his plan to see his friend naked started to work out.
The bell rang to signal the end of lunch and as they didn't share any classes together in the afternoon, they said their farewells, bumping fists and headed off to their respective lessons. For Billy, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure with French and Politics being his classes before he finished the day with a free study period, while Toby had the easier afternoon, with a free period followed by double PE. Remembering that PE today was swimming, he headed over to the car park to catch the coach to the local swimming pool, he was dismayed to see that his year would be sharing the pool with a class from year seven. He said hello to a couple of lads before a voice piped up from behind.
"Hey Toby! We've got swimming together? Cool!" a squeaky young voice came from behind him. Toby turned to see a smiling face crowned by jet black hair.
"Justin? I didn't know you are at this school," the teen said, surprised that he hadn't seen him around before.
"I only started this term cos we moved home a few months ago," the eleven year old explained. He couldn't believe that he was at the same school as his sexy friend, and even better, he was going to be in the same swimming session.
"Well, that's cool," Toby said. "Listen, I need to talk to you in private so can we meet up after swimming?" he whispered.
"Is it to do with sex?" Justin giggled, his hand unconsciously falling to his crotch. Toby pulled it away with a frown.
"No, well, yes, but I can't say here," he told him. "Look, just meet me after swimming okay."
"Come on guys, get on the bus," Mr Dennilson shouted, ushering on the slower boys. The sixty year old veteran teacher was eager to hurry the boys to the swimming pool so that he could partake in his favourite hobby, watching speedo clad, near naked young boys, their bodies glistening with water. Normally at least five or six boys in a class of thirty would pop erections during the lessons, and with fifty boys today, he was guaranteed to see at least ten teenage and preteen hardons. It was cute how they would try to disguise their problems from their peers, not wanting to be labelled as gay. His gaze settled on young Jacobs, a boy who he had wanked himself silly with his fantasies and the new kid. He certainly was a little cutey, jet black hair and a gorgeous smile. The old man's eyes widen slightly as he saw the boy grope himself before the older teen moved his hand away, whispering in his ear and pulling him towards to coach. `Hmm, are they having some fun together? That would be nice to watch.' As much as the man lusted over his students, and took every opportunity to see them near naked, or in fact in a complete state of undress as he walked through the hanging rooms, he prided himself on his ability to control the urges that would end his career, ruin his life and maybe that of a boy if he was to touch a boy sexually.
"Sorry Mr D," Toby flashed an apologetic smile at the old guy. He liked him. He reminded him a little of Henry, but of course, Mr D was a teacher and wouldn't do anything would he?
The double swimming lesson went as planned for the teacher, berating several of the year seven boys for messing around in the changing rooms, catching an eyeful of their little hairless cocks and arses and he even saw three of the year nine boys as they hurriedly stripped and changed into their speedos. He loved the fact that he had persuaded the headmaster, twenty years previous, that the school uniform rules should be extended to swimwear and no shorts were now allowed. Only speedos and the skimpier the better. He had set the year nine lads with lengths while he set out testing the year sevens' swimming capabilities. Once he was happy that all boys could at least float, he settled down watching the lithe bodies, and some fat ones, cut their way through the water. After an hour of workout, he always made sure that the boys enjoyed themselves and gave them a twenty minute play time, where some played tag, the more serious swimmers continued with their lengths and others just sat on the side, legs in the water.
His eyes were on the move constantly, not only making sure that none of the boys hurt themselves, but also checking out their trunks for signs of erections. Sure enough, he smiled to himself as he saw three of the cute eleven year olds swimming back stroke, little periscopes pointing upwards. Kelvin Byron, the star of the school swim team, proudly paraded himself around the pool, his thick black cock not erect, but still very visible through the lily white trunks that he insisted on wearing. How Simon Dennilson would love to see that baby in person. But of course, his eyes always found their way to the smooth, sexy body of his favourite object of desire, that of young Toby Jacobs. There was just something about the boy that the teacher couldn't put his finger on. While the boy was very good looking, Rich Herring was beyond cute. The boy's body was in good shape but not as defined as that of Kelvin, or a number of other boys. Maybe it was his personality, as the boy normally was always pleasant and polite and didn't give the snipey answers that many teens would reply to the old teacher with.
Calling time, he sighed as he watched numerous bubble butts pull themselves out of the pool before heading into the showers. Of course, all of the boys showered with their trunks on, much to his disappointment. He urged the boys along, watching without being obvious as naked boy after naked boy exposed their cocks to his view. He scanned the room, apparently looking for any trouble or baiting, as sometimes happened when two classes from different years were together when suddenly BANG! Simon felt like someone had hit him with a sledgehammer. His eyes found a naked Toby, stood still with his towel in his hand, slowly rubbing the head of the younger black haired boy that he had been talking to before they boarded the bus. The eleven year old was also stark bullock naked, as both of them seemed unconcerned at their state of undress in front of their peers. Simon watched as his growing fondness for the teenager grew as he made sure that the young boy's hair was dry before he started on his own. The teacher had to let out a little gasp as he saw Justin turn towards the locker, giving him a full frontal view of his cute, slim body to see that the boy had a two inch steel hard erection.
"EW! Justin's got a woody!" a high pitched voice giggled out. "Gross!"
"Euwh! Yeah! Gross Justin, are you a fag or something?" Uriah Pritchard snarled. The fat boy was a definitely bully and with his two wing men stood by his side, he saw an opportunity to put the new kid in his place.
"Nooo!" Justin whipped back, grabbing a towel to cover up but Lenny, one of Uriah's donkeys snatched it away.
"I think you are," Uriah sniped back. "Why else would you be hard?"
"He's hard because that's what happens to boys your age," Toby stood in front of his young friend. "There is nothing wrong with popping a boner when you're naked. It shows that it's working."
"Yeah, well I don't believe you cos I think you're gay as well. I saw you touching him earlier."
"Huh? You saw me drying his hair was all," the teen replied, willing his face not to flush. He was aware that silence had fallen around him and that he was now the centre of attention of twenty boys of both years.
"Why would you do that unless you fancy him?" Pritchard asked, more to the crowd than to the slim, older boy in front of him.
"He's my friend and he asked me to," Toby answered, trying to get on the front foot. "You do things for friends, but I guess you wouldn't know that, would you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, have you actually got any? Other than the guys you intimidate to hang around you?"
"Fuck off! They're my mates and I don't see you with any, other than fag boy here." He got a couple of `good ones' from the three cronies at his back, but as Toby looked around, he saw a few looks of disgust on the faces of his peers.
"What does it matter to you if he is? I'm not saying he is, cos he's only eleven for fuck's sake, but why are you interested? Is it because you WANT him to be gay so you can ask him out?"
"What? Fuck off, I aint no fag!" Uriah gasped out, shocked.
"Are you sure? I mean, I saw you watching him as he took his trunks off earlier."
"No I wasn't, I mean, I was making sure he weren't perving on me." The fat boy corrected as he heard a couple of mutters from other kids who had noticed him watching the cute classmate.
"Are you sure that you don't pull your plonker, wishing that maybe Justin was the one doing it for you?" Toby pressed, hating himself for trying to humiliate another boy, but needing to protect his young friend from any slurs. "I mean, look, you've got hard just thinking about it."
"No I haven't," Uriah hissed before stopping in midflow. Giggles were coming from the crowd and he glanced down and saw that indeed, his cock had grown hard. The mere mention of Justin wanking him was too much for his dick to ignore.
"Is that it?" Toby giggled. "Justin, come here buddy." The black haired lad cautiously moved in front of his friend, who he trusted implicitly.
"Yeah Tobes?"
"I know this is weird, but get yourself hard," the teen asked.
"Huh?" Justin gasped, wondering why his friend wanting him to get a boner in front of everyone. Seeing the boy silently tell him to trust him, Justin shrugged, took hold of his limp cock and gave it a couple of strokes.
A chorus of chuckles and laughs, with only a single `gross' came from the watching crowd as they wanted to see this confrontation played out. Simon realised that he should have stepped in earlier, but he was content to let the boys sort it out amongst themselves. Unless fists flew, there was no danger to any of the boys, and as an added bonus, he was watching a cute eleven year old wank himself to an erection. Did it get any better than this?
"Now look everyone," Toby announced. "Justin is about four inches shorter in height, easily half of Pritchard's weight and yet, look, Justin's cock is way bigger than his. I can see why you're upset with life, buddy. You've got a small dick and don't want anyone to know it." To top off his performance, he clapped the fat kid on the shoulder. Pulling him in close, he leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Now listen here you fat cunt, you leave my friend alone. If I hear that you have done anything to hurt him, I'll come and find you and cut off this pathetic effort that you call a cock and I'll feed it to the birds. Of course, I'd have to get some bird food as well as that little worm isn't going to fill them up."
The bully turned and fled into a cubicle, sounds of laughter from his classmates echoing in his ears. Toby, smiling at his friend, his job done, quickly dressed himself. Justin however, had a pensive look on his face. As Toby went to leave, Justin turned to him and told him he would be out in a minute. The changing room was nearly empty, only a couple of stragglers were left and as the eleven year old approached the toilet block, he heard a faint sobbing from one of the stalls.
"Uriah?" he asked softly, knocking on the door.
"Fuck off!"
"Please, open up so we can talk."
"NO! Fuck off fag."
"I don't care what you say about me, but is it really me that you're upset with?"
"What do you mean? I'm mad at your mate as well."
"I meant is it you that you're mad at?"
The door clicked open, and a confused, tear streaked face peered out.
"Huh? What you mean?"
"I mean, if you are hitting out at other lads cos you're scared about something to do with yourself, I'll be here to listen."
"Why?"
"Cos it's not nice if you're scared about something and don't have anyone to talk to."
"What would you know? You've only been here a couple of weeks and already you've got friends, AND got friends in year nine!"
"I didn't always. I was scared about who I was, but then I met Toby and he listened to me and now he's my friend."
"Well, lucky you!"
"Yeah, lucky me. But what I want to say is, if you need someone to talk to, if you want a friend, I'm here."
The fat bully stared at him. `Why was he being so nice to me? He's fucking cute and can be friends with anyone so why a fat, ugly kid like me?'
"It's your choice, Uriah. No pressure. I just think that you could be a nicer person than the one you are pretending to be at the moment. I've gotta go cos Toby is waiting for me, but come and find me at school tomorrow if you want."
"Maybe," Uriah replied, a hint of hope in his voice.
"Well, I hope so. See you tomorrow?" Justin decided to take a chance, one that could totally backfire, but something in his heart told him that this was the right thing to do. He stepped forward, invading the personal space that Uriah used as a protective barrier and quickly kissed his tormentor on the cheek. He turned and left before anything bad could happen, leaving the bully dumbstruck, holding his cheek where the cutest boy in his class had just kissed him.
Toby watched the video message on his phone for the fourth time as he waited for his young friend to leave the swimming pool. Meeting Justin at school today was totally unexpected and his heart had given a little flutter when he saw the boy strip naked in front of the swim class. When he stepped in to stop the bully and teased him by getting Justin to wank himself to hardness, he couldn't help but think about getting his cock inside the boy again. However, he had a more serious problem to deal with and the frozen picture of his naked body penetrating his mother on his phone reminded him of that. He watched his young friend approach him and with a heavy heart, forced a smile on his face. As they started to walk home, the younger boy opened the conversation.
"What did you want to say?" Justin asked, smiling the knowledge that he may have turned Uriah from an enemy into a friend. "Are we gonna go to the boat and have some fun?" He gave his crotch a quick grope.
"Justin, god don't do that in public, will ya?" the teenager groaned. "As much as I'd love to take you to the boat and get naked, I have something serious to tell you."
"Oh, okay. Sorry," the eleven year old apologised.
"You know you said that you wanted to meet with the Reverend?" Toby started, not really knowing how to proceed.
"Yeah, but you said that you didn't want me to," the younger boy sniffed.
"I know, but maybe I was a little hasty."
"But you said he was a perv!"
"I know I did, but then I was thinking about what you said, you know, about how you want to experience it with a man," Toby stuttered out, trying to think fast on the spot how he could counter all of his own arguments.
"I do, but I also liked it loads when you did it. Can we do it again?" Toby looked at the pleading face of the boy who's virginity he had taken.
"Of course we will, but I think that you should also fulfil your desires and so, I want you to come with me to the Reverend's tomorrow after school," the teen babbled out. "Would your Mum let you not go straight home?"
"If I told her I was with you, or better that I am going for instruction from the Reverend, she'd lap it up," Justin giggled.
"Great! Meet me after school at the gates and we'll go round his."
"Do you think he will want to fuck me?" The boy asked it so innocently that it nearly broke Toby's heart.
"I guarantee he will. You're cute, Justin, and any guy who's into boys would jump on you in an instant."
"You too! I mean, you're like mega cute," Justin replied. "I really liked what we did on the boat, and I always thought that I wanted to be with a man, but after that, well, I guess I really like you Toby."
It took Justin five steps to realise that Toby was no longer walking by his side. He turned, confused, to see the teenager stood still, his head hung. Walking back to see what was wrong with his friend, he was shocked to see tears leaking down the teenager's cheeks.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm so sorry, Justin," Toby's voice had the hitch of despair in it.
"Why?"
"Cos you think I'm really nice, but I'm not," the teen refused to look at his friend, who he was willing to offer up to the pervert to save his family.
"Yeah you are. I mean, who else would arrange for me to meet a man to have sex with, just because you know that I want to try it?" The young boy's trust in him seemed implicit so Toby sucked it in, wiped his eyes and continued the walk home, changing the subject to football and rugby.
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That evening was an uncomfortable one in the Jacobs household. For once, all three members of the household were there, seated around the dinner table. It had started as soon as Toby walked in, having hugged Justin goodbye, he let himself through the front door only to be greeted by his mother who had been watching for his approach for the last ten minutes. As soon as she saw him turn the corner into their road, she made her way to the hallway and as soon as her son opened the door, she approached him. Letting her son drop his school bag, she embraced him, planting her lips on his in a greeting that was nowhere motherly. Toby wilted under the pressure of her mouth and as he felt his mother's hand cup his groin, his mouth opened in an involuntary moan, which allowed Petunia to press her tongue into her son's mouth.
"Jesus Petunia, at least let the boy take his blazer off before you start," Barry complained, walking through from the kitchen to the lounge. He stood for a moment, watching his wife grope and molest his teenage son. He couldn't understand why Toby was happy to let his mother take advantage of him sexually, especially as he had confessed to Barry that he was one hundred percent gay, but he surmised that it was possibly a way of the boy trying to reject his homosexual feelings, something that Barry had learned happened when he researched teenager sexuality. His own thoughts flashed to Jessica, her nubile young pert body, still slightly underdeveloped for a nineteen year old girl, and he couldn't help but compare her to his son's body as the boy's bare chest came into view as his wife pulled his shirt open.
"Upstairs, now, Toby," Petunia gasped out, her wanton lust needing to take her son there and then.
Barry had watched as she led his son upstairs, hearing the boy's bedroom door shut followed by the squeak, squeak of Toby's bed. He had returned to the kitchen, grabbed a beer in disgust and sent a message to Jessica to see if she was available for the evening. However, she had a work project to work on so he was left at home, listening to the sounds of sex from upstairs. He found his cock growing hard as he remember how Petunia's body used to feel next to his, his cock sliding in and out of her tight cunt before she had gotten involved more and more in the work at church and her sex drive had died. It seemed that Toby's blossoming growth had reignited it and for a moment, the memory of holding his naked son next to him stirred feelings inside him that he quickly shut down. How could he even think of his son as a sexual object? But as Petunia's loud squeals of orgasmic joy echoed around the house, he couldn't help but imagine Toby's young boyhood thrusting into the snatch from which he had been born.
Twenty minutes later, the pair had returned downstairs, Petunia going into the kitchen after giving her husband a knowing smirk with Toby taking a place at the dinner table, school books in hand to do his homework. At his mother's instruction, the boy was shirtless, wearing just a pair of white trainer socks and a pair of boxers. He kept his head down as he walked past his father, not wanting to look him in the eyes.
"A little underdressed aren't we son?" Barry joked to try to lift the heavy atmosphere.
"Mum said that I shouldn't get clothes dirty for no reason," the boy replied softly. "As I'm not going out, and we're not expecting visitors, she said that it was acceptable for me to be dressed like this."
"Well, I think you should put some clothes on, especially for dinner." Barry silently fumed at his wife's efforts to dominate his son.
"Dad, it's okay, honest," Toby stopped his father from standing up to confront his mother. The last thing he needed was for his mother to tell the Reverend that he wasn't following her instructions. "I kinda like being like this."
Accepting the boy's insistence that he was okay, Barry turned on the television and tried to concentrate on the latest news. However, his eyes were drawn to the naked chest of his son. He had certainly toned up, the work at the marina obviously giving him a good workout and as his gaze travelled down the teenage body, his thoughts began to turn to the sinful. How would it feel to have his son's smooth legs wrapped around his waist, in the same way as Jessica's as he plowed her arse. He couldn't believe that the girl liked anal so much, something that his wife would never dream of, and the thought that one arse is much the same as another, Barry started to imagine taking his son's arse in the same way. After all, the boy seemed to like it, if his reaction to the Reverend's cock entering was anything to go by.
`What the fuck are you thinking?' Barry chided himself. `This is your son! It's wrong what Petunia is doing and I'm not going to follow her. Someday, I will make sure that she suffers for her immoral actions!'
Dinner was awkward. Petunia had moved the placements around and whereas in the past, Barry and Petunia would sit on one side of the table with Toby on the opposite, Barry was now the lone occupant. Of course, this allowed Petunia to constantly touch her son's body, rubbing his legs as he told his parents about his school day, to place an arm around his naked shoulder as he mentioned that he had stood up for Justin in the changing rooms against the bully, and to sneak her hand inside the open fly of his boxers and grasp his hardening penis as he reminded his parents that he would be late home from school as he was due at the Reverend's house.
"Now you make sure that you follow his instructions, dear," Petunia told him, leaning in to kiss his neck. "We only want the best for you, and to save you from eternal damnation."
"I'm going to load the dishwasher," Barry snorted in disgust. He didn't believe for a minute what the Reverend had told his wife and knew in his heart that the pervert was playing her just to gain access to his son. However, with Toby's willing acceptance of the situation, he figured that the boy was enjoying the sex, something that he guessed was hard to find amongst the boy's peer and as long as Toby wasn't being hurt by the man, who was he to argue. After all, he had first had sex with Petunia when they were both just fourteen, enjoying an afternoon while her parents were out shopping.
"Have you finished your homework dearest?"
"Yes mother," Toby replied, before he cursed himself that he could of held off the inevitable outcome of the evening by lying.
"Well, let's retire for the night then," she said, standing up.
Barry stared at his son as the boy stood, his teenage erection poking through the fly where Petunia had been slowly wanking him for the last five minutes. The boy was certainly growing well and as he watched the teen led from the room by his mother, he sat down heavily on the sofa. His own cock had grown and he unfastened his trousers and pulled his cock out. Needing a release from his built up sexual tension, he started to jerk himself, thinking how Jessica's lips and mouth felt as they wrapped around his dick. For once, this didn't have the desired effect and as he continued to pump his dick, the red lips of Toby came into his mind. Not only his lips, but the little pink pucker, framed by the white cheeks of his son's arse. How would it feel to slide his dick inside his boy's arse?
"Argh! Fuck!" Barry cried out as his cock spewed forth four thick spurts of cum, splattering on his shirt before he slowly basked in his climax, milking the remaining spunk from his cock. "That was seriously wrong!"
End of chapter.
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