Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1999 03:47:22 +0930 From: The Bard Subject: Secret Diary Of Toby Wilson 2/ part4 _____________________________ Secret diary of Toby Wilson 2 Written By The bard(C)99 Part 4 _____________________________ Craig took hold of his throbbing, hard penis and began to move it closer to Toby's bum hole. Craig's heart went into double time as the head of his willy touched the out wall of Toby's bum. The warmth radiated through Craig's willy and sent tingles up his back, sending tingles across his shoulders. He was so overwhelmed by pleasure, that he almost past out. Craig, now confident that he could carry on, rested his willy head at the opening and laid on Toby's back wrapping his arms through Toby's. "Are you ready Tobs?" whispered Craig doing his best to hold back the gallons of sperm that were eager to bring the session to an end. Toby shut his eyes and gripped the stool. He had no idea what was going to happen or how it was going to feel, all he knew was that he wanted to get as close to Craig as he could; he wanted to share more than just a quick grope in a dusty, old boiler room. Craig muzzled into Toby's neck and began to slowly push. "Rattle Rattle" the sound of keys came from outside to door. "What the fuck!" Craig nearly had that stroke he was talking about earlier. Toby jumped up, nearly ripping the top of Craig's dick off. "shit!" whispered Craig. He moved over to the candles, and blew them out. The two Boys' Fantasy world left as the smoke from the candles floated up to the dirty ceiling. Toby and Craig wrapped their clothes up in the blanket and dove, naked behind the boiler. The darkness was devoured by the greed of the rushing light, as the door slowly creaked open. The noises and realism of school, filled the room as the moaning silhouette of old Pervy Pete slowly entered. "Bloody kids!", whispered Pete as he walked into the boiler room forcing a reluctant bucket and mop through the door. It was hot behind the boiler, beads of sweat began to form on the boys' bodies. The two boys knelt, huddled together. Craig turned and looked at his friend and thought how close he got to dong it. How close he got to moving his love, for Toby to Higher plateau, and how close he was to moving his relationship from the realms of innocent experimentation to the adult world of complexities and commitment. Craig wondered how Toby felt about it all. Did Toby have thoughts of commitment and serious relationships? Or was it simply all play for him? I mean this is a 14-year-old boy, about to have his first sleepover party. Craig began to feel a little sick as he renewed his attention to the problem at hand, he hugged into Toby a little harder, as the feeling of Toby's soft, and warm skin made him feel secure. Old Pete didn't seem to notice the smell of fresh extinguished candles as he fought with the locker, where he kept the mop. He kicked and swore the mop into the locker and slammed the door shut. he walked to the door once more and opened it; once again filling the dusty room with fresh air and a fresh scene from the constant movement of the school. Pete stopped at the door; paused and stepped backwards. "What's he doing?" Whispered Craig. " He knows we're here, shit!" Toby was getting concerned. Being caught in the boiler room is one thing, but being caught naked with a fellow-naked-student is another. Pete checked the area; satisfied he was alone, he lent forward and let out the loudest, wettest fart Craig and Tobs have ever heard in their limited lives. "That's the way..lovely" added the caretaker in pure ecstasy. The Two boys began to laugh as the heavy door closed. " Obviously we're not the only ones who use this room for relieving pressure" laughed Craig opening the rolled up blanket and reaching for the clothes. Toby re-lit a candle to give them a little light as they dressed. ___________________________________ Toby house, after school ___________________________________ Toby walked through the front door of his house, relieved that the day was over, and tiered from his moments of passion in the closing periods of the day. His mind was full and he longed to get it all down in his diary. The house was empty. His sister was out at friends, and his Mum and Dad would not be home for ages. He opened the fridge and rummaged until he found his favorite, Cherry Coke. Toby climbed the stairs to his bedroom. It was always a long tiring walk straight after school. Kicking the door open to his room his threw bag in the corner and made a dive for his bed. It smelt sweet. The cool of his quilt felt soft and relaxing and he took a few minute to empty his head of school and allow his body relax. His coke fizzed over the lid as he opened it. Toby placed his coke on the table next to his bed and opened the draw. Toby took out his diary, it was old a battered, and since the camp, was getting a bit full. Well Diary. Craig and I almost did it today. I told you I was going to ask him to give me a bummy. I have to admit though, I couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth as I said it, but I did. I bent over and placed my hands on the stool we keep in the boiler room. My body was cold and I was a little scared. Lately when I wank I have been putting a finger up my bum, so I knew it was going to hurt a little, just the same it was very exciting and I was looking forward to it. I shut my eyes, as I felt Craigy touch my bum. I willy Got really stiff as Craig pushed his willy near my bum hole. I didn't think was going to do it at first. I don't think he really wanted too. I was concerned that he was going to say know or something . then he laid on my back and cuddled me. It felt really nice; he was so warm. My chest began to thump, I could feel his willy head on my bum hole, and he was kissing my neck; I love that, it made me feel like I was going to die, I could hardly control my heart and my stiffy was hurting. He began to push a little and I felt his willy start to go up my bum, It didn't hurt at all. Just as we were about to go all the way Mr. Fucking, caretaker dude, came into the Boiler room, so we had to blow out the candles and hide. I hoped we could pick up where we left off, but we didn't have enough time. My party is on the weekend, Craig and I are going to wait till everyone is asleep, and do it then... Toby closed off today's chapter and put his diary back in the draw. He loosened his trousers as his stiffy began to push against his fly. The cold of his bedroom bit at the head of his willy as he forced it into the open. Toby grabbed his willy; laid in his hand and began to pump as though he was having sex with someone. With every down ward thrust, Toby pushed hard and held it there, as the feeling of his foreskin being pulled back felt wonderful. Toby stopped to pulled his trousers down over his knees and laid on his back. Tingles rolled down his back his Toby began to run the tips of his fingers down the front of his chest and over his nipples. He felt as he was going to cum, just from running his fingers over his pube line. Toby began to work on his penis again, this time he licked his finger; raised his legs, and placing his thighs on his chest slowly inserted his middle finger deep up his bum. Toby gently moved his finger in and out while slowly working on his penis. The ecstasy was so great that Toby, consumed by the moment, began to move sexually allowing himself to fully enjoy what he was doing to himself. "Oh Craig! Do it to me!" said Toby in a whispered moan. Flash backs of the boiler room flooded into his minds eye and the orgasm rushed to his penis. Toby began to come, but kept up his movements. He almost broke his finger as he rolled over his bed blowing globs of com over his hand and chest. Toby could feel his orgasm on his finger up his bum. It was a big one and it made bum hurt. Toby removed his finger and laid on his bed exhausted and Shinning from sweat and cum. He tried to get his breath. Toby laid back on his pillow and closed his eyes. His whole body has aching from its ecstasy and his heart and willy were still pulsing. _______________________________________ Meanwhile, in another bedroom. _______________________________________ "ohhhhhhhhh Toby--!" The figure fell into the pillows and pulled the sheet over its head. The room was dark. Only sound the sound of heavy and the over wash of the radio could be heard. The figure moved and two smooth legs popped put of the quilt. The Socked feet hit the carpet and padded across to the bathroom, which led of f from its room. A boy could be seen in the mirror, as the fluorescent light flicked into action. David stood staring at himself as he tried to catch is breath. ____________________________________________________ Well thats part 4. part 5 is on the way. Please feel free to drop me a line and let me know what you think. Im not afraid of criticism, good or bad. thanks The Bard papernquill@hotmail.com