Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 10:59:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joey Livestrong <joey_livestrong@yahoo.com>
Subject: toby and the suv chapter 3

(b -- 10yo -- Toby / M -- 27yo - Oli) (please could more
people put this at the start of their story it makes it
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12.30pm, a typical Thursday lunchtime, only this one seemed
to be dragging on well into three days. I hadn't taken a
lunch break to make up for the two hours early I would be
leaving work tonight. I would leave the office at 3.30pm
and head home as quickly as possible to meet the delivery
truck with my new set of wheels. Then I'd have half an hour
to check over and run around the car before signing. This
then gave me an hour to get ready and drive the short ten
minute journey to Toby's school. I wanted to look my best
for my first soccer match appearance. I bet he's gonna look
even more stunning in his little soccer kit.

Hanging up the phone after closing a deal with one of our
major clients, I looked up at the clock and it read 15:26.
Good enough I thought and shut down my desktop. My heart
was racing and I felt sick with excitement, which had
absolutely nothing to do with the arrival of my long
debated-over SUV but just simply getting to see my little
Toby again. As I got to the front door at half past three
my taxi was already waiting for me, thank God. I had
already sold my BMW and it had been collected yesterday
evening. The journey took about twenty minutes fortunately
the driver new some back roads and thus avoided the daily
3.30 `Hummer-scrums' at the nearby schools.

Everything seemed to be going my way as we pulled up
outside my house the truck was already there waiting. After
paying the taxi driver with a generous tip for getting me
home quickly I then went to meet the delivery man. I showed
proof of ID and he began to unload the new Range Rover. As
he was doing so a boy about 7 years old walked up to me.

"Nice car Sir."

"Thanks buddy."

"It looks really sweet I bet it's fast?"

My new level of confidence of talking to boys shone as I
squatted down to his height to carry on talking.

"It sure is, you like the color? My best friend helped me
choose it." I said as a personal joke.

"It's really great I bet your friend's really special
choosing a color like that."

"He sure is, and just out of interest who might you be
then?"

"Oh sorry Sir I'm Randy, my dad's the driver of the truck.
I'm feeling not so good today so I didn't have to go to
school so I went to work with my pops." He said in one
breath.

"Hi Randy I'm Ollie...ver, pleased to meet you."

I don't know why but I just didn't want this boy to call me
the special name Toby had called me. Now if you're
wondering yes the boy was a cutie but no boys seemed to
compare anymore now I had met Toby.


"I better go now your car's off the truck, I don't wanna
get in the way."

"Ok kid, nice meeting you."

The driver came up to me smiling and thanked me for the
kind chat I had with his son. He handed over the keys and I
went over to the car. I first gave it a full-on outside
inspection, following a memorised list of things to check
when you receive your new car such as tire tread and
squeaks when the doors are opened. Everything was fine
inside and out. Getting in the car and starting the engine
I smiled at the roar over the Supercharged V8 engine. I
could see the boy watching intensely from the window of the
truck. My conscience told me I should ask him to join me,
it would probably make his week. But I really wanted Toby
to be the first guest in my car so I, feeling slightly bad,
selected the car into Drive and roared out of the street.
Round the corner was a wide open stretch of road. I knocked
the stick into Sport and the SUV exploded with energy
hurtling powerfully down the tarmac. The G-force was
amazing.

The car felt fine and had passed all my checks. Returning
to my house I signed for the car and waved off the driver
and his son. Time check 4.25pm. I had just over an hour to
be at Toby's sports pitch. I decided I would try to be
slightly early to impress him. Inside I hit the shower and
scrubbed up, shaved and cleaned my teeth. It was 4pm on the
dot as I left the house.

I took my time with the journey. After all the car was
brand new and needed running in gently for the first 1000
miles. As I approached the school it felt weird that I
would be driving in to it, playing dad like I'd always
imagined doing but always knowing that I never actually
would. Toby was making it come true, what a little
superstar he was already! Turning into the school I
realised I had no idea where to go once I got in.
Fortunately the car in front, a Dodge Grand Caravan,
sported a little league soccer ball sticker on the back so
I chose to allow them to be my tour guide. Inside the
school looked fantastic, luscious green lawns, perfectly
pruned bushes, bright energetic flowers, well restored
historic buildings, and of course lots of cute boys running
around. The Dodge minivan continued around the side of the
buildings and finally parked up in a car park right next
to, thank God, a large expansive sports area. There were
two soccer pitches, three baseball diamonds, a full size
(American) football pitch and a few running tracks. This
school really did have it all!

Even as I got out of the car boys started swarming around
it already. They were all dying to ask things and there
were so many questions I couldn't focus on them. I managed
to hear one though.

"Who's dad are you Mister?"

"Er, Toby, Toby Denton's ... uncle that is."

"Cool ya come to see him play soccer? He's really good."

"Yeah so I've heard, any chance you could point out where
he might be?"

"Sure he'll be playing over on that pitch in a red and blue
kit in like ten minutes."

"Thanks kid."

I smiled at his mom and she smiled back, fantastic I had
been accepted by the elite prowess that is soccer-moms.

I walked over to the pitch and looking back occasionally
noticed there were still boys ogling over the RRS. The
pitch was full with little red and blue blurs running
around at one end, and black and gold at the other end.
This must be warm up I thought as they don't seem to be
having much to do with each other and I was sure I wasn't
late. At the moment I was stood on my own by the edge of
the pitch, not entirely sure of where I should be. I had
been there less than two minutes when a red and blue boy
ran right up to me.

"Ollieeeeeeeeeeee!"

Toby had run all the way up to me and stopped just a few
centimeters in front of me.

"Hey my favorite lil guy how you doing?"

"I'm great, I'm even greater than great, I'm
suuuuuuuuuper!!"

And he ran around me in a circle. I laughed at how cute he
was being. Finally he stood still and I saw him looking so
cute it was unbelievable. I just couldn't take my eyes off
of him in his silky stripy soccer top, his small butt
hugging soccer shorts, his knee length cotton socks, and
his black Nike soccer boots. He looked divine. I wanted
just to look at him forever.

"I was kinda worried all day that you might forget or
something."

I knelt down to his level and put on my concerned face.

"Toby would I ever forget anything about you? I've been
looking forward to this since the minute you told me."

"Really? That's so kewl (cool) I really wanted you to see
me play. Do you know the rules and stuff?"

"Well now you mention it actually last night I rented a DVD
on it and I think I know quite a lot now, I even bought a
book and was reading it in the taxi on the way to work."

It was true, I had watched DVDs all night on the Football
(as it's officially called everywhere but North America)
World Cup, the Euro Cup, the English Premier League and
their teams like Chelsea (more of a bank account than a
football team if you ask me). The great players of the
world such as Ronaldo, Beckham, Thierry Henry, Roberto
Carlos. I knew it all now I hoped he would be proud.

"Wow you didn't have to do that for me."

He smiled and paused for a minute.

"A taxi? I guess you didn't get your car yet huh?"

"I sure have buddy it's sat in the car park over there
waiting to take its little soccer hero home if he should
want a ride?"

"Oh man yes please that would be sooooooooo awesome."

"I even made sure you're my first visitor in the car I
haven't let anyone else even sit in it yet."

He looked up at me as if I'd just told him he'd won the
jackpot. I guess my decision to not let little Randy have a
ride was a good one.

"Thanks Ollie I can't believe you did that for me."

He looked at his feet for a second and then asked,

"Could you kneel down for a minute please?"

So I knelt and was so shocked about what he did next I
almost fell over backwards. He wrapped his arms around my
neck and gave me the sweetest little hug.

I was so happy my face nearly tore in half with the size of
my smile. Toby looked slightly embarrassed that he wasn't
sure he should have just done that. I eased the situation
and thanked him for such a wonderful hug.

"If it's ok Ollie please could you maybe watch me more than
any of the other boys?" he asked looking directly at his
feet. This obviously meant a lot to him but he didn't want
to ask.

"Of course I will, I didn't come to see that lot play, I
came to see my little star."

In the background the coach's whistle blew and Toby said he
had to go. I quickly asked him where I should stand and he
pointed me over to where the other parents had now
gathered. As he turned to run I quickly added,

 "Toby I told some boys over there that I was your uncle so
they didn't think I was a weirdo coming to watch you play,
is that ok?"

He stopped and ran back to me.

"I don't think you're a weirdo at all, I think you're the
nicest guy in the world and I'd give anything to be your
nephew."

Then he ran back to his team at full speed turning half way
to wave at me. I quickly walked over to the other group of
parents. From here you could see both sides pretty well as
we stood about three meters away from the sidelines. It was
mainly moms in the crowd of about 15 people with a sprinkle
of male figures. If they were dads I don't know, imagine if
they were also pathetic men like myself living for days
when they finally get to be with their perfect little boys.
The thought made me smile to myself.

The game kicked off and seemed very intense. I continuously
tracked Toby making sure I was smiling or giving the thumbs
up every time he looked round. At one point the ball got
really close to us with a scrum of three or four boys from
each team around it, one being Toby. Some of the moms were
cheering their sons' names. I decided to be brave.

"Come on Toby you can do it you little star."

I saw him smile as he concentrated on the ball obviously
hearing what I just shouted. It must have given him the
confidence he needed because he gained possession and
cleared the ball of the mass huddle sending it soaring
through the air to a player on his team further up the
pitch. I was very proud. Further on into the game the
whistle was blown for half-time. The boys gathered in a
huddle to discuss the first half. Then they all ran in one
big (rather scary) mass towards us. The moms were ready
with bottles of water and fruit full of energy. I felt
awful, Toby was coming and I had nothing to give him. As he
came to me though he detoured slightly and picked up a
small sports bag. As he approached me I looked really sorry
at him and told him I had nothing with me because I hadn't
known I was meant to bring anything. He looked at me
confused and said,

"Ollie don't be silly I didn't expect you to bring me
stuff, please don't be sad, look I bring my own."

And he opened his bag and showed me the bottle and banana
inside.

"Promise I'll bring some next time ok though Toby? That is
if you want me to come again?"

"Wow your going to come to another match? That's great I
thought you might be really bored watching."

"No way little man I'd come and watch all of your games if
I could but I think your parents would find out and I'd be
in big trouble."

Once again he looked a bit awkward when I mentioned his
parents. I was starting to wonder if something wasn't right
here.

"You ok buddy?"

"Yeah I just... I'm like a little tired I was just having a
quick breathe." He replied in a rather unconvincing way.

I asked him if he wanted me to peel his banana for him like
the good uncle I was trying to be and that made him smile
yes.

The whistle blew for the second half and he was off again
roaring up and down the pitch. Eighty minutes into the
match Toby was up by the goal and a long shot came from a
corner kick. Toby leapt into the air and his head connected
(what looked rather painfully) with the ball. His head
snapped side ways and flicked the ball powerfully into the
top left corner of the net. He had scored! My little star
had scored and I had been there to see it. It had been the
only goal of the match and his entire team loved him for
it. They grabbed him in celebration and lifted him up
creating a throne for him. He bowed shyly beaming with joy.
As he did so he struggled with the boys holding him and I
thought something was wrong. When they put him down he ran
a few meters in my direction and put thumbs up and shrugged
his shoulders questioningly. I beamed at him and threw my
thumbs up high so enthusiastically it almost looked false.
He smiled and continued with the remaining ten minutes of
the game.

The final whistle blue and no more goals had been scored.
The referee announced the score as 1-0 to Oakley Mount
L.L.S.C. The boys once again crowded around Toby and
cheered patting him on the back and giving him sporting
hugs. I felt so good for him knowing that he was getting so
much attention and adored by his peers. Even if I was a
little jealous that someone else had their hands on him.
The group broke up and the boys went running to their
respective parents. Toby came running to me. I knelt down
and opened my arms to him in a big congratulating hug. He
ran right into me and wrapped his arms around me as I
wrapped mine around him. I was so proud of him I almost
cried. I picked him up off his feet and spun him around as
he wrapped everything he had loose around me. He was
surprisingly light for a 10 year old boy, which I suppose
was all the better because it meant I could hold him for
longer.

"I'm so proud of you my little soccer star." I told him.

"Really?"

"What d'you think mister?"

He smiled dreamily into my eyes.

Most of the boys had collected their bags and started back
to the car park slugging tiredly behind their moms chatting
away to each other. I started to head back bending over to
pick up Toby's sports bag as I kept him in my arms. He sat
perfectly on my hip and held himself up so much it was
really easy to carry him. As we walked he laid his head on
my shoulder facing me.

"It meant so much to me that you came to watch me Ollie.
Thanks."

"It meant a lot to me that you wanted me to come Toby-
Tobes"

He giggled angelically.

"I like that name Ollie."

"So do I Toby-Tobes." I replied smiling.

As we got to the car some boys were unsurprisingly stood
gaping at it. As they saw me unlock the car with the
keyless entry system, some started bombarding me with
questions about it again. I felt Toby tighten his grip on
me pulling himself closer, probably thinking I was about to
put him down to talk to the other boys. My god was he
wrong.

"Sorry guys but we need to get going, thanks for the
appreciation of the car but if you wanna know more I'm sure
the Land Rover website could tell you."

I saw out of the corner of my eye Toby smiled as he
realised I wanted him and not the others.

I whispered in his ear,

"Do you want me to drive you home sweetie?"

He snuggled up closer and nodded his head yes smiling
cutely. My God do I love him!

I carried him all the way to the car door and placed him in
the front seat. Then suddenly thought he's probably not
allowed in the front seat but he assured me he was. I made
sure he was buckled in and then went round to my side of
the car. Toby had his window open already and as I got in
one of Toby's friends leaned in and said,

"Toby your uncle's pretty cool."

Toby made my heart melt when he replied,

"Naw he's REALLY cool."

Then I started the engine and the crowd `wowed' at the
sound of all that horsepower. I made sure to carefully
drive out of the school knowing that firstly the most
precious thing to me was in the car right now, and secondly
I didn't want to be banned from his school for dangerous
driving.

On the road I asked him where he lived and if he wanted me
to drop him around the corner so his parents wouldn't see
him getting out of the car and I wouldn't know where his
house was if he didn't want me to know where he lived. He
told me he actually didn't really want to go home yet and
asked very quietly if he could hang out with me for a bit.
Of course I obliged and asked him where he wanted to go
instead. I suggested McDonalds and he was all for that.

After getting our food we sat down and talked about the
match, and I told him some of the stuff I had learnt. He
was indeed very impressed and told me he was very proud of
me. (Blush!). When we had eaten he asked if maybe he could
see what my house was like. I of course was over happy with
that idea and we were soon driving into my garage.

He told me my house looked wonderful and that it was the
nicest he had ever seen or been in. The 42 inch plasma flat
screen hung on my sitting room wall attracted a lot of his
attention. I asked if he wanted to watch a DVD or do
something else. A DVD sounded good to him and after showing
him my collection he chose Star Wars Episode One.

"I only saw this one up to the pod-race and that looked
really kewl. Is it ok if we watch this or do you want to
watch something grown-up?"

"I wanna watch what you wanna watch Toby-Tobes."

He giggled and Okayed that.

As he set it up I got us both some Cokes. I sat down next
to him on the three-seater sofa him at one end me at the
other not wanting to scare him now we were in an enclosed
environment. About half an hour into the movie he spoke,

"Ollie?" he whispered.

"Yeah buddy?"

"I need to go pee!"

"Ok bathrooms just over there buddy" I whispered back
pointing down the hall to where the bathroom was situated.

He got up and ran to the toilet.

When he returned he stood right by me and showed me he'd
washed his hands because he didn't want me to think he was
making my house dirty.

I smiled at his politeness and he surprised me by sitting
right next to me on the sofa pretty much as close to me as
he could get without actually being on top of me. As he got
comfortable and we unpaused the movie I lifted my arm and
put it round him. He leaned softly leaned into me like he
had done on the very first day we had met in the park. My
arm went all the way round his slim frame and my hand
rested accidentally on his slim leg. Honest it was an
accident! He was still in his small soccer shorts and it
wasn't long before my fingers were delicately stroking up
and down the soft skin of his bare thigh. I couldn't see
even the smallest hair on those perfect little legs. I
started to feel that what I was doing might feel a bit
awkward for him and was about to stop when as if he read my
mind he spoke.

"That feels so nice Ollie, I feel so safe and ... wanted
with you."

He whispered that last bit and once again my heart melted.

Well now I had gotten the go-ahead I continued happily
stroking his thigh, sometimes being daring and going quite
high but never close enough that I could be accused of
touching him `there'. I had the ultimate erection but
fortunately it was dark enough for him not to see it as
anything more than a fold in my pants.

Anakin Skywalker's part had just come on the screen and I
noticed how similar he and Toby looked. Now Anakin was
indeed a real cutie but I still thought my Toby was miles
better.

"He looks a lot like you Tobes." I decided to inform him.

"Really you think so?"

"Yeah totally."

"Naw he's too good looking to look like me he's really cute
looking."

Well that was a shock I never expected my Toby would be
telling me how cute another boy was!

"I think you're cuter Toby..."

I paused unsure whether to say this but I wanted to be
honest with him.

"In fact I think you're the cutest boy in the whole world."

He looked at me slightly confused and then shook his head.

"Ollie it's not fair to make jokes like that about the way
some people look."

"Toby I am 100 percent not joking, I really think you are."

He looked at me again this time smiling. His smile said
everything to me, he believed me, and more importantly he
liked that I thought that.

We watched the film in silence for a few more minutes.

He stared up at me again, not saying anything just staring
into my eyes smiling. Eventually he broke the silence.

"Ollie do you have a girlfriend?"

"Nope, nobody loves me." I replied jokingly.

He continued staring at me for another moment and then
continued.

"I love you Ollie, I think."

He looks down completely embarrassed by what he had just
said. I know what he had said was meant in total affection
not sexually but it still made me feel like the greatest
man in the world.

"Thanks Toby that means so much to me, you're a really
special guy you know that?"

"Really Ollie, you're not mad I told you?"

"Why would I be mad that the cutest, most perfect little
guy in the world told me he loves me?"

"'Cuz you might think I was gay or something, I didn't mean
it like I fancy you or anything, I just meant I love you
like, cuz you're... you."

I knew what he meant perfectly and gave him a big thank you
squeeze which he seemed to understand as he smiled and
snuggling back up to me to continue watching Star Wars.

About twenty minutes later he spoke again.

"I think you should have a girlfriend Ollie."

"How come buddy?"

"'Cuz you're really handsome."

"You think so?"

"Yeh!" he answered enthusiastically.

I decided to mimic his earlier statement as a joke.

"Toby it's not fair to make jokes like that about the way
some people look."

He looked confused for a second and then began giggling.

"Ha, ha, you're so funny Ollie... not!"

This was my cue for a full on innocent tickle. He fell
backwards onto the couch as I dived over him my hands
grabbing for every free ticklish spot I could find on him.
Toby loved every second of it screaming and giggling
hysterically, but never once asking me to stop. I lifted
his soccer shirt up and began my tickling assault on his
bare torso. He felt divine, his stomach softer than silk.
His tiny little pink nipples painted delicately on him. His
little innie-button looked so cute. I lifted his shirt some
more and he raised his arms automatically, granting me
permission to strip him of it. I had perfect view of him,
especially those adorable little armpits. They looked
creamy soft and so tasty. My tickling fingers were there
immediately. He lifted his head slightly and folded his
hands behind his head to stop himself giving in. I was
amazed at how submissive he was.

I then moved down his body, gently caressing his silky
thighs rather than tickle them as he lay there contentedly
smiling back at me. My hands reached his knee-high cotton
socks. Seductively I pulled one down baring more and more
creamy, slightly tanned, absolutely hairless leg. It felt
so soft I almost stopped breathing I just stroked up and
down hypnotised.

"Are they?" his question broke my daydream.

"Sorry bud?" I asked not understanding the question.

"You said they were `wow'. Are they?"

"Your legs? Yes they are they're... perfect. You are like
silk." I said still in a slight trance.

"I mean..."

I tried to correct myself realising what I was saying, but
I just didn't feel like lying to him, it wasn't right.

"I don't know what I mean Toby, you are just perfect."

He didn't say anything but smiled his killer smile. Gently
he raised his bare leg and brushed it ever so lightly
against the side of my face. He didn't have a seductive
grin on his face like he was trying to seduce me; he just
seemed to be doing what he thought would make me happy. And
boy it did. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the
feeling of absolute softness stroking against me. After a
while his leg must have become tired because he gently
placed it back on the couch.

I awoke from my zone of happiness and continued to pull
down his other sock. Then when they were both down by his
ankles I inserted my fingers and got ready to finally see
those gorgeous little feet I had dreamed about and was so
dying to see. My hands slipped both of his socks off at the
same time revealing two little feet even cuter than
anything I could have imagined. I held one in each hand
just staring happily at them. He giggled quietly at the
weirdness of the situation. I felt bad for him and decided
it must be making him a little awkward so I continued my
assault on his tickled body by ravaging the underside of
his foot with my fingers. He squeals with delight and his
tiny toes stretch outwards begging to be individually cared
for. As I tended to each precious little toe on both
adorable little feet he writhed about in so much pleasure
he looked like he was having a seizure. I stopped to check
he's ok and as I do he wails, begging me not to stop. So
I've finally found his weak spot, and how great that it
just happened to be in one of my favorite places on a boy.

As I continued he pleaded for more and more. Hoping that he
was in such a euphoric state I brought one of those special
little feet to my face and gently licked from heel to toe
and back again. He threw his head back and side to side
moaning and groaning with the new pleasures firing through
his body. With his little toes in my mouth being
individually sucked on, I could see right down his straight
leg. I almost shot my load at the sight in front of me.
Toby's loose soccer shorts were tented and one of his hands
had found their way inside his shorts. His eyes were locked
shut and so couldn't see that I was watching. He seemed to
be in such a state of pleasure I don't think he would have
cared anyway. By the movements of his hand he didn't know
about jacking off. Instead his hand stood still and flat as
he rubbed his little hard-on, which looked from here to be
about just less than 3 inches, back on forth on his palm.
It seemed the slight contact was all he needed on top of
what I was doing to his feet to make his body writhe in
pleasure.

I could now see he had no idea of jacking off he was simply
making the contact between his hand and his dicky that all
little boys do, often subconsciously, throughout their
early years. I wanted so much to reach out and help him
with his dicky but I was so scared that it would be a wrong
move and this amazing scenario would be snapped from me.
Besides my little boy wanted me to continue what I was
doing, and if that's what he wanted that's what he was to
get. I went to work double time on his feet and brought
them together licking them both at the same time. They
tasted heavenly, slightly boy sweaty from his soccer match
earlier that made it even better. A few seconds of this and
he squealed so loudly and sexily I thought the neighbours
might hear. His entire body arched up off the couch, his
toes curled, then flexed repeatedly in front of me as he
groaned in what was probably his first ever orgasm. It
racked through his body sending shivers everywhere.

Ten powerful seconds later he collapsed smiling on the
couch still with his eyes closed. I planted kisses along
his feet, up his thin little legs, over his shorts, along
his panting little tummy, inside the crook of his neck and
finished by leaving a precious loving kiss on his forehead.
He smiled even more keeping his eyes closed and lifted his
arms around my neck in a hug. I leant into him and kissed
him again on the forehead this time for a little longer. He
let go and rolled onto his side taking my arm with him. I
took this as an invite for a snuggle and so I lay on the
sofa behind him. I was rock hard and incredibly horny from
the scene I had just witnessed. I could still taste the
incredible flavor of his feet. As I spooned up behind him
my hard cock rubbed gently against his two precious cheeks.
That contact was all it took and I exploded inside my
pants, more sperm than I had done in a very long time.

His steady breathing signalled that sleep had overcome him.
The credits for Star Wars rolled and the room plunged into
darkness as the DVD set on standby. I kissed my little
angel softly on the cheek and thanked him for such a
perfect day. Somewhere in his sleep he whispered.

"I love you Ollie."

And I too joined him asleep as the happiest man alive.


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Continues in part 4 coming soon.

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