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 Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 21:00:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joey Livestrong <joey_livestrong@yahoo.com>
Subject: Toby and the SUV chapter 1

   Toby and the SUV

   (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.)
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   * * *

   "It's not a mid-life crisis ma', jeez I'm 27!"

   "Your spending 85 thousand dollars on a flippin' car Oliver, that is the
ultimate sign of a mid-life crisis, are you losing hair or something?"

   "No ma' just my head."

   A poor attempt at a joke.

   "Mom you know I like cars and I've worked hard for this, and I'm gonna
spend it how I like."

   "I know, I know, Ok well just don't get ripped off and for God's sake
don't go showing off in it, cars can be replaced, you can't."

   "Yes maaaa."

   Why is it no matter how old you are mom's still talk to you like your 5
years old?!

   "Ok well I'm going to pick your father up from work now Oliver, love
you."

   "Love you too ma, and drive carefully.  Remember cars can be repl..."

   "Oh very funny, byeeee." She interrupted and hung up.

   * * *

   Getting in to my BMW after a boring (but at least well paid) day at
work, I once again decided to take the long route home via the Land Rover
dealership, to have another little browse.  It was about 3.30pm and the
little kids were just getting out from schools.  Not to sound too perverted
but this is my favourite time of the day.  I'd often just drive around or
take my chocolate Labrador Trooper for a walk just so I could check out the
cuties.  Only looking of course, no touching.  Being in his `paws too big
for him but just left puppyhood stage'; he was especially skilled at
attracting the attention of boys, cute ones sometimes if I was having a
lucky day.  To be honest those days are about as lucky as I get.  Although
I call myself a `boylover' my experience of zero encounters suggests other
wise.  Only my fantasies seem to be the single sexual contact I get with
the boy-world.  In reality the closest I had got to `boyloverness' was
sometimes getting a quick glance at the boys changing for the pool at my
family gym.  Sometimes, on these 3.30 walks I would build up the courage to
tell the boys "don't worry he doesn't bite" when they would swarm around
Trooper, but in my life even that was pushing the boundaries.  Apart from
that my imagination was my key to survival in this ever lonely world.

   There were a few cuties about today but nothing special that stuck in my
mind.  As I passed Oakley Mount School, one of those private schools with
all the mod cons probably one of the best in the area, I got stopped by a
`soccer-mom showdown' over something silly like who had the biggest Hummer
probably.  Sensing I was going to be stuck here for a while I put the car
into P and my eyes started to wander around the scenery for a bit of
`cutie-spotting' as I referred to it.  The school looked nice and had I
have been blessed with the ability to `like women' I may have sent my own
children here.  The main reason not being the good status and academic
turnover of the school, but simply because it was an all-boys school and
the uniform looked so darn cute on them.  It consisted of a white
polo-shirt underneath a pillar-box red cotton sweater emblazoned with the
small gold school crest over the left nipple.  The polo-shirt would often
be unbuttoned at the top showing glimpses of cute boy torso.  Further down
the boys wore sweet little dark grey shorts in the early years (ages 10-12)
and the same color trousers in the upper years (ages 13-16).  For some
reason the school only accepted children from age 10-16 which didn't seem
to fit in with the other local schools.

   As my eyes scanned across the scenery they followed round until I was
looking out of my left window across the road where they froze solid on a
little figure waiting at the bus stop.  The little boy sat alone in his
Oakley Mount uniform.  My eyes were fixed I couldn't have moved on even if
I wanted to and was glad I had put the car in park because I am sure my
bonnet would be firmly embedded in the car in front by now.  My vision was
locked on what could quite definitely be the complete dictionary definition
of `perfect', `gorgeous', `amazing' and should it have been a single word
in the dictionary `unmistakeably breathtaking'.  I focused in and tried to
memorize every little detail of him.  He looked to be about 8 or 9 years
old but obviously must have been 10 or more to be in the school.  He had
light-blonde hair cut in a thin bowl cut with curtains that flowed gently
round the side of his perfect face.  It lay flat on his head thinly,
slightly like a mushroom cut but with less thickness.  It was a true
page-boy style hair cut and he looked drop-dead gorgeous in it.  The face
was slightly tanned from playing boy-games in the heat of the day and every
part of it looked like a perfect work of art.  He had a cute button nose,
no blemishes or freckles, cute little ears that slightly stuck out, and
lips that looked like silk.  From this distance his eyes looked a dazzling
ocean blue although it was hard to tell as he spent most of the time
looking glumly at the floor.  It was as if for millions of years Mother
Nature had been striving for perfection and had finally created him.  The
gap in his polo-top showed his tan, he had probably been playing topless a
lot of the time.  What a lovely thought.

   His face and the rest of his body showed no signs of chubbiness.  He
wasn't an unhealthy skeleton but just the right side of slim.  His legs
looked soft and also slightly tanned and led into his little black shoes
holding his rather small feet, which hung swinging in the soft breeze.

   The sound of a car horn behind snapped both me from my daydream and him
from his floor-staring contest at the same time back into reality.  I
looked away just fast enough so the boy could not see I had been watching
him the entire time.  The road in front of me was clear; the Hummers often
needed for the school-run <rolls eyes> had settled their disputes and had
roared off into the distance drinking oil-fields dry.  I quickly snapped
the car out of park and continued on my detour to the dealership.

   Four near-misses of head-on collisions later due to a severe lack of
mental concentration I arrived safely at the dealership and was welcomed by
an employee whom now knew me by first name terms as I had visited so often.
I was ushered to his desk and offered a beverage of some sort.  Had my mind
have been caring I may have asked for something a little more exotic than
tap water but my recent encounter had me completely distracted.  I felt
myself zoning out of anything the employee was dictating to me.  I had to
snap out of it, lets face it I was never going to see him again.  And so I
put my best concentration on and listened to him rattle on about various
specifications I already knew about.  I asked him for another test drive.
The guy was so pleased to see some forward encouragement from me to buy
from him he offered me a 24-hour test drive.  I agreed and after signing a
few forms and leaving a credit-card security, I unlocked the brand new
silver Range Rover Sport Supercharged test-drive model.

   In a strange thought I decided to drive the RRS past the school I had
just seen the boy.  Being an hour later he would obviously not be there but
my body was instructing me otherwise.  My tented trousers seemed to point
the way to where I was to go.  I decided to blame the new car smell as my
reason for sexual excitement but entirely knew otherwise.  So I drove the
same route I had taken a short while earlier and once again ended up parked
at the side of the road opposite that same bus stop.

   It was empty, he was gone out of my life, yet I stared longingly,
subconsciously thinking that maybe if I stared hard enough he might just
reappear.  Predictably he didn't and as I went to set off back to my house
in suburbia I almost jumped out of my skin as about ten or twelve boys all
in red sweaters had crowded round the RRS, some almost drooling.  So the
RRS was a boy-magnet eh?  I thought to myself.  Well that puts things into
perspective, sorry Trooper but you've just been replaced by a V8 engine as
my chief boy scouter.  Putting it in neutral I roared the supercharger a
few times.  One boy came round to the driver's door and knocked gently on
the window.  I lowered it and smiled as the boy began to talk.  I listened
happily to the excitable praise of a possibly 14 year old Spanish looking
cutie.  But for the first time in my life, even though an hour ago I would
have surely sprung wood at the thought of a cute 14 year old Spanish boy
chatting to me, I was now thinking he's nothing like that boy at the bus
stop.  Here was a cute almost gorgeous boy stood right next to me and I was
looking for ways to make him seem less cute!!  I was insane.  A few more
came round and praised my car.  I began to become firstly embarrassed of
having all this attention from people that normally I would have so wanted
to be kissing and secondly confused that right now I didn't want to be
kissing them I wanted to be telling them how much the little bus stop boy
was better than them.  I took this point to leave before anything stranger
happened.  Waving goodbye I roared the engine once more, put the car into
sport mode and floored it out of the crowd.  Slightly dangerous in a school
area now I think about it but being a boylover around all the fresh new
testosterone just makes a guy feel the need to show off.

   Thinking of what to do next on my test-drive I decided I would follow
the bus route home as much as I remember it, and may hopefully see my
little cutie and where he lived.  One minute into the journey I slammed on
the breaks and pulled over.  What on earth am I doing?  I asked myself. 
This is sick; I'm stalking a 10 year old boy like some kind of predator. 
I'm not that sort of person I mean fair enough I have fantasies about being
sexual with a small boy but there is a difference between thinking
something and acting it out.  I was always unsure whether I could actually
face any real sexual encounter and if I did the guilt afterwards would no
doubt drive me into an early grave.

   And so I turned the car around and drove straight home.  In the house I
went directly into my bedroom and lay out across my bed.  Out of nowhere I
suddenly started crying.  I didn't know whether it was because I had
crossed the line of my boylover boundaries, or that I had met someone so
beautiful and perfect and may never see them again.  As I thought more and
more I became more and more upset, and this led me to think even more.  A
tricky cycle you'd agree.  I fell asleep crying and awoke a few hours later
with tear stains down my face, and annoyingly a raging hard-on.  I had to
do something to take him off my mind it was driving me crazy.

   I decided to turn on the computer and look at some pics and vids a buddy
had downloaded and sent me.  I hadn't asked but he'd sent them and I'd been
too curious not too open them.  As I opened the first file it showed a boy
about 10 years old, blonde, and in his soccer kit playing his playstation,
in what looked to be his bedroom.  A few seconds later the boy is joined by
Uncle Johnny (I presume as this was the name of the file).  The boy smiles
sweetly at the uncle and pauses his game.  As the uncle sits on the bed and
picks up the TV remote changing to another channel the boy joins him on the
bed and snuggles up to him.  The man puts his arm around the boy and pulls
him closer kissing him first gently on the lips, and then longer now French
kissing.  The man's big hands toy with the boy's blonde hair and my hard on
suddenly jolts with excitement as the hair reminds me of the boy from the
bus stop.  The boy's hands are starting to lift the man's shirt off and
when he does his hands then roam around stroking the man's large hairy
nipples.  The boy then stops the kissing and leans in and starts to lick
and nibble on the nipples as the man leans back and closes his eyes in
enjoyment.  The boy then straddles the man's legs and continues to lick
changing between nipples occasionally and returning to the man's lips for
some more French kissing when it was needed.

   The man slips his hands under the boy's tshirt and lifts it over his
head in one smooth movement.  The boy smiles shyly at the camera as he
turns around and sits on the man's lap facing the camera.  The man's hands
roam all over the boy's soft torso toying with the tiny nipples and poking
gently in the boy's button.  The boy looks down at his crotch and I
immediately think of the boy at the bus stop looking down at the floor, as
the video boy looks up again I see the bus stop boy's face smiling at me
from the flat screen.  I shake my head and look again; the video is once
again the original nephew.  The man's hands descend lower into the boy's
soccer shorts.  The shorts are soon sliding down the boy's silky thighs and
my eyes close thinking about my boy's grey school shorts sliding down his
perfect little legs.  As I open them again the video boy is naked with a
cute little circumcised 4 inch stiffy pointing straight at the camera.  The
man's fingers wander all over it and down to the little wrinkled ball sac,
and back over the top to the hard shaft.  As the boy then lifts himself up
the man slides down his own shorts and his rock hard 8 inch cock appears
between the child's soft thighs.  The boy's hands instantly start wandering
up and down the hard flesh pole coaxing the fresh precum out with his index
finger and smearing it over his own little dickyhead.

   The boy then rolls forward and licks the entire way up the man's long
shaft.  The large cockhead soon disappears past the silky lips of the boy
into his warm wet mouth.  The man's hands immediately go to the back of the
boy's head and push him further.  The boy, obviously a pro, makes little
complaint as he begins to deep throat 6 of the 8 inches of man meat.  The
camera then zooms in on the pale white cheeks of the boy's butt and uncle
spreads them showing the stretched pink hole.  A few seconds later the man
is leaning in and kissing the cheeks before moving in further and kissing
the hole.  His tongue licks the entire length of the boy's crack and
returns to center on the boy's love hole.  His tongue enters in one
movement as the boy continues to slave over his uncle's man meat.  The
man's tongue is soon replaced by his chunky Vaseline coated fingers, one at
first, then two, and then on three the boy removes his mouth from the cock.
The camera zooms in on the boy's face which has a look of pure ecstasy.  I
close my eyes again and imagine my boy's face doing the same expression as
I gently slip my 9 inch uncut love-pole inside him lovingly causing him no
pain.

   As I open my eyes again the man's cockhead is slowly penetrating the
boy's little hole.  The sound of muffled straining as the boy tries to
relax his hole as he lays spread on his back legs in the air, flows quietly
through the speakers.  The man is about half way in now and isn't stopping
to let the boy adjust.  He keeps on pushing and the boy's face turns into
one of grimacing.  The man gives a final big push embedding his cock
completely into the ten year olds butt his pubes brushing up against the
tight nut sac of the boy.  The boy starts to relax as the man re-controls
himself and slowly moves inch by inch in and out of the tight rectum.  The
boy closes his eyes and smiles and I close mine imagining my boy laying on
his back as I slowly enter his most secret place and he tells me he loves
me.  The sounds of the video boy echo around the room and I start furiously
start jacking my cock as I imagine making love to my perfect little boy as
I see his face so clearly, listening to the sounds of the video.

   The man's grunting gets faster and louder and I open my eyes as the boy
squeals sexily as the man licks up and down his smooth mid-air leg.  I jack
my cock faster thinking of doing the same thing to my boy; the sounds of
sex getting louder and faster, the boy now groaning in happiness as his
favorite uncle ploughs into his little boy butt.  The man pushes hard with
one almighty groan as he deposits his load in the boy's rectum and the boy
moans excitedly writhing about as he experiences his own dry cum.  I close
my eyes and think of my boy thrashing around as he experiences his first
ever orgasm with my dick sliding in and out of his perfect body.  It's too
much, in my mind my boy smiles sexily up to me from underneath me and I
moan loudly, shooting my load all over the computer screen.  It drips
everywhere and I smile thinking of my boy.  So much for getting my mind off
him.  I decide maybe a long walk with Trooper will help instead.

   A freshen up and a wash later I was back in the car with Trooper tied
securely and sat on a blanket so he could not make a mess in the back of
the test car.  I had my running kit on and was ready for a good workout at
the local park where I often took Trooper for a run.  As I pulled up to the
park I remembered why I often came here.  The park was a few roads away
from the suburban village where most of the Oakley Mount kids lived, and
the bus stopped here on the way back from school.  The park was large and
open, which reassured parents, I had never seen it empty of kids nor
adults, and contained a soccer pitch, a baseball diamond, a playground, and
a rather over-the-top skate park.  This time of evening the whole park was
often packed with boys in red sweaters, or more often white polo-shirts as
the sweaters have been thrown to the ground to mark the various points of
the pitch.  As summer approached, and hot evenings became more common the
boys' polo-shirts would often join the sweaters on the grass leaving me to
ogle over the handsome torsos as I ran.  Putting the car in park and
turning off the engine I noticed some boys had stopped playing their
various games, and stared over at the car.  I was amazed at how much
attention it was drawing everywhere I went, especially from boys.  Maybe it
was because the car had not quite been released onto the market yet, or the
fact that buying British meant the badge wasn't as common as the American
SUVs roaring around suburbia.  Even so I was happy of the attention, in
small bits (please excuse the pun).  As I got out of the car some boys
shouted a supportive "sweet ride" and "nice wheels dude" etc.  I nodded my
gratitude from 20ft away and continued to get Trooper out of the back. 
Even he seemed happy to be in the RRS as he didn't immediately beg for
freedom as I opened the trunk.  As I stepped away from the car the keyless
entry system locked itself with a seductive toot of the horn and flash of
the lights.  Show off!  I thought.

   Walking up to a nearby bench with Trooper still on the leash as we were
near the road I did my warm-up stretches.  Then unleashing Trooper I
started to jog the perimeter of the park.  I began to think boys a little
fickle as now nobody was paying me any attention without the car. 
Unfortunately Trooper and I had developed a problem when running here
together.  He would spend the entire time looking at the ground for
something interesting to pick up while he ran, and I would run staring at
the boys watching the intense games they were playing.  So with neither of
us watching our directions there would often be a trodden on paw or a near
tumble to the ground as we collided.  Fortunately the few times it had
happened no one had noticed, so I hoped anyway.  About half way round and
near the soccer pitch Trooper the ever faithful Labrador decided he was
dumping me for the soccer ball and began to chase that instead.  The boys
of course loved this and cheered as he bashed it around with his nose and
tripped over it with his over-size puppy paws.  The boys would chase him
and tackle him only to be outrun by the speedy pup who quickly reclaimed
the ball.  I decided to be a brave boy and jogged over to them, and on
arrival apologised for the interruption and offered to put him on the
leash. The boys were quick to respond asking me not to, and if he could
play with them for a bit while I jogged.  In the back of my mind I felt a
little jealous of my four-legged companion, there I was sweating away
trying to keep myself in shape so one day maybe a boy would fall in love
with me, and all he has to do is bat the ball with his nose a few times and
they're all over him.  So I dejectedly agreed and continued on my run
around the park.  At least this way I wouldn't trip over him, he would get
his exercise and at the end of my run I'd have a big conversation starter
with the soccer boys.  "How was he?  Did he behave?  Did he stick his nose
in your private areas at all and lick your faces?" Ok that would be going a
bit far but I was slightly annoyed that if he did it he would get away with
it and if I did it I would surely end up in the next available police unit.

   Five times I ran around the park which added up to about a total of 4
miles.  It was just about starting to get dark, and I was exhausted.  Most
of the boys had gone home already except for a few older ones still playing
soccer with that lucky dog.  It was crunch time and I jogged for the last
time that day up to the pitch.  Seeing me Trooper ran straight for me and
round my legs a few times before returning to the ball chasing game.  Some
of the boys had also exhausted themselves and lay panting on the grass
topless and sweaty (yummy!) giggling at my pup's funny ball control skills.
I asked if they'd had a good time and if my dog was soon to be signed for a
major European football team (as it's called over there).  They laughed
some more and one boy said "maybe for Adjaccio" which judging by the way
they all rolled over laughing I didn't need to be a soccer expert to
realise was a crap team.  Another boy added "maybe if he spent less time
licking his balls he might be able to score with ours...  soccer balls I
mean" he quickly added on and then turned bright red realising what he
nearly said.  I laughed and could sense there wasn't much more I could
think to ask.  Why whenever you're with boys can you think of nothing good
to say no matter how much you plan it before hand?

   So I thanked them for looking after Trooper and offered my hand to shake
theirs, and after a slight pause one of the boys shook my hand in a way he
was obviously trying to prove his strength.  The others followed suit some
not quite so "look how strong I am" as the first, and one rather cute boy
who I hadn't noticed before lingered a little longer than expected.  I
smiled at him and he smiled a lovely smile back.  Snapping out of it before
I got attacked for being a kiddie fiddler, I hooked Trooper on the leash
and jogged off waving good bye.

   As I neared the car I noticed one boy was stood staring at it in the
driver's window.  I was slightly concerned that he may have been trying to
break into it as I had left my cell phone on view accidentally.  I sped up
ready to shout and chase after him should he try anything.  But as I
approached I noticed he had hair similar to the boy at the bus stop, and
once again I began to dream of that perfect little boy.  I quickly snapped
out remembering that someone maybe about to break into my car...  which
wasn't even mine!  As I got to about 10ft of the car I approached quietly.
At about 8ft the keyless entry system recognised me and the car unlocked
with its incredibly subtle horn and flashing lights.  The boy jumped and
spun around on the spot straight into my view.  I froze in shock.  It was
him.

   Continues in part 2 coming soon.

   Thanks for reading.  Any positive comments or ideas how it should
continue or if u just wanna chat 2 a teenage BL email plz email me
joey_livestrong@yahoo.com.  Bad comments and flames will be laughed at, and
then ignored.  J.