Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 18:35:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joey Livestrong <joey_livestrong (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Toby and the SUV Chapter 6

(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.)

Toby and the SUV - Chapter 5

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Chapter 6 - part .a.

A little note to my readers and fan-mailers:

Thank you for all of your kind mail, I have taken note that a lot of you
have asked to know not just from Oliver's perspective but also from
Toby's. I have therefore decided to switch between 1st person (Oliver's
view) and 3rd person (narrator) for this chapter as a trial. This will be
indicated by either (1st - Ollie) or (3rd - Narrator). Then after you can
let me know which you preferred and we will carry on whichever way.

Thanks and enjoy!

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(1st - Ollie)

I drove home in a daze. This boy had just flown his way into my life, and I
into his. I had one question on my mind. Of all of the men in the world;
the 'Brad Pitt's, 'Ashton Kutcher's, and 'Aaron Carter's of the world,
whatever your type; why the hell had he settled for me?

I was nobody, I was no Adonis, and I certainly was nothing special that
such an amazing boy would see anything in.

Yet he had chosen me. And it wasn't like I was just another guy on his
list, this boy was as innocent as they come. Untouched and perfect, yet so
willing to be mine. I had known him for less than a week and yet he had
uttered the three words I would never forget him saying.

"I..... Love.... You"


I arrived back home in no time at all. Strange how fast you get somewhere
when your mind is completely elsewhere. It had been a very long day and one
I would never forget. Laying down in bed I found my hand once again
drifting to my erection.  Surely I couldn't do five in one day. None the
less I was still rock hard and was unsure if it had actually subsided the
entire evening. With the lights off I began a gentle stroking and soon
drifted off into a nice slumber.

Little did I know at exactly the same time my angel Toby was sat
cross-legged on his bed. His hand tried furiously to slide up and down his
little uncut boy dick but he just couldn't manage it. His hand would come
flying off and after a few minutes of this he began to feel sore.


(3rd - Narrator)

The ten year old wondered why Ollie, his new absolute best friend found it
so easy to rub his dinky. It had even been fairly easy with his own hands
on Ollie's huge dick too, but this just seemed impossible. Although he had
had such a good night, he couldn't help feeling down with himself as he
went to sleep. What kind of a boy would Ollie think he was if he couldn't
even do that thing Ollie so liked doing to him?  He wondered. The boy fell
asleep ashamed and upset.

* * * Once again morning rush hour traffic was having its way with the
world. Oliver's new Range Rover Sport, no matter how powerful it was, sat
trundling along at 5mph just like all the other cars around. He wondered if
he would ever replace this car. It had been the starting point of all that
was turning out good in his life. Because of it, there was Toby.

Four miles east of my traffic jam, sat a blonde haired, blue-eyed angel on
a bus, also stuck in traffic. Toby had awoken in a similar state to how he
had fallen asleep, upset.  He had lost too many people in his life time,
and the very thought of Ollie, his now absolute best friend in the world,
rejecting him because he was no good at the thing they both liked more than
anything together was too much for him. The ten-year old lowered his head
to his raised knees as the tears gently slipped down his cheek.

Arriving at school Toby had an uneventful day. He was silent in all his
lessons, didn't ask questions, sadly shrugged off questions posed by his
class teacher. By the end of the day Mr Williams had grown quite worried
about the normally hyper boy. As the boys were packing their bags and
leaving the classroom he called the blonde 10-year- old aside, wanting to
get to the bottom of what was upsetting his favorite kid in the class.

"Hey, there Toby, just wondered if everything was okay? You seemed a little
down today", he asked as friendly as he could.

"Mmhhmm it's cool, I'm ok, don't worry"

"Are you sure because you know you can tell me if someone's upsetting you
or hurting you, it's part of my job to help stop that for you."

"No, no one is, I just upset myself with something but it's private, so
please can I go home now so I don't miss the bus?"

"Of course but you know where I am if you want a chat."

Toby smiled weakly and excited the classroom. All he wanted to do was go
home and lay on his bed in the dark, and shut out the world. He just made
the bus but had to run.  He sat down on a seat on his own and caught his
breath back. As the bus departed, he looked out of the window and saw an
ocean-blue Range Rover Sport in the school car park with his Ollie stood by
it. His heart sank at the thought that he had just accidentally stood his
best friend up, the person he loved more than anyone in the world. Someone
who actually had been bothered to be at his school waiting for him, just to
get to see him. Toby felt lower than low. He would have got off at the next
stop and run back had he not felt so bad about himself. Right now he just
wanted to dig a hole and die in it.

At home he lay on his bed and his tears just flooded out. Sobbing into the
pillow he stayed like that for three hours.

* * * Work had been fairly stressful for Oliver that day. However he had
worked extremely hard and had his work done by 3pm. Feeling on top of the
world Oliver jumped in his car and drove straight over to Oakley Mount Prep
School to surprise his angel boy with a ride home.

He pulled up in the car park surprisingly early. With ten minutes to spare
he put his car seat back and listened to the radio. The 27-year-olds dick
started to swell as his mind quickly wandered to what adventures the two
might get up to this evening.  When the bell rang signalling the end of the
school day, he got out of the car and stood against it so he could wave to
Toby to get his attention. A great red sea of boys swept out of the front
doors of the school and Oliver realised how similar they looked all wearing
the same clothes from a distance, damn school uniform! He thought, no
matter how cute it actually was on them. After about ten minutes the boys
were coming out in random drips and drabs, but still no Toby. From where he
was stood he was sure he hadn't missed the boy as he could see the bus stop
he knew Toby went to, to get home. After fifteen minutes he thought he
would wander over to the soccer fields just to see if he had maybe gone for
a quick kick-around.

Then locking the car he turned to see the bus had arrived at the stop and
was now departing. At least now if Toby came out there won't be another bus
for a while so he will catch up with him, thought Oliver. Unfortunately
Oliver had been getting his jacket while Toby had sprinted for the now
departed bus, and had missed him.

The soccer fields were devoid of any ten year old boys so he wandered back
to the car. After an hour of waiting he sadly called it a day and drove out
of the car park.  Taking a detour by the park he had first talked to Toby
in, hoping to see him, he was once again disappointed.

Back at home Oliver checked his answer phone but there was no message. He
was disappointed but didn't get too upset as he expected Toby was a very
busy boy and very popular at school. It doesn't take much for a ten year
old boy to forget about some random 27 year old, he thought. Going over to
the fridge he cracked open a can of lager and stepped outside into the
garden where less than twenty-four hours ago the boy of his dreams had been
running naked.

He must have dosed off because his cell phone suddenly rang and woke him
up.

"Toby?", he asked without even looking at the number.

There was a slight pause and then a very timid voice replied.

"Hey Ollie."

"Toby-tobes how are you my little angel?"

"Mmmm, not that good really."

"Oh, no Toby, what's wrong? Weren't you at school today?"

"I need to talk to you... please?"

"Sure buddy go ahead"

"Not on the phone... please?"

Click!


Chapter 6 - part .b.

(1st - Ollie)

I panicked; last night had been too much for him. It comforted me slightly
that he had still called me Ollie rather than Oliver. I was also happier
that I had been more concerned that he was hurt because of me, than that
soon I'd be serving god knows how many years in jail.

I got in the car as fast as I could and this time the V8 engine of the
Range Rover was put to use. I made it to Toby's house in just less than
seven minutes. At the corner I dropped him off at the night before, sat a
very sad looking ten-year-old huddled up on the kerb. He heard the car and
the roar of the engine due to the speed I was travelling and looked up. I
had the sense not to scare him and slowed down quickly, stopping a good few
metres away.

As I got out of the car he stood up and asked to go somewhere quiet. I
replied anywhere he wanted and we both got back in the car. Toby suggested
by the tree in the park we met at and so I drove carefully there not
wanting to show-off at a time like this. My heart was in my throat with the
nerves I had and Toby said nothing.

At the tree he crouched and sat with his back against it. He sat in silence
for a moment. As much as I wanted to hear what he had to say, I was also
scared and glad of the time-stall.

"I don't deserve you Ollie."

"Wh...?", I couldn't finish the word as I breathed a sigh of relief that
this didn't seem to be a road to jail for me anymore.

"You deserve a boy so much more better then me. I'm just retarded and not
worth it."

I tried to protest but the second I opened my mouth he spoke again.

"But... I need you Ollie, I need you more than I've ever needed anyone, and
I would give anything to be your special boy, just please show me how
because I can't do it by myself. I'd do anything to impress you and make
you go wow! Again."

"Toby, (finally being able to talk), you impress me every second I see you,
just the fact that a boy as beautiful and as kind as you would hang around
with such a boring old guy as me. You've brought so much happiness into my
life and I can't imagine it without you."

"Any you already are my special boy, and you always will be. No other boy
even comes close to comparing with you." I continued.

"Really Ollie? I need the truth."

"Toby I don't lie to people that I love."

"I love you too Ollie. So much."

"Come here angel boy."

Toby scooted over and pressed his side into me. I put my hands into his
armpits and lifted him onto my legs so that he side saddled them.

"What brought all this on munchkin?"

He sniffled and I looked down to see him crying quietly.

"Last night when I went home... I was the happiest boy ever... because of
everything we did... and I wanted it to keep going... so I tried to do the
thing we did to each other... and I couldn't... and I got so upset with
myself... because I know you really like it... and how are you gonna like
me forever... if I can't even do our special thing?"

"Oh Toby, you little sausage, don't be silly it takes practise. Most boys
your age haven't even started doing that yet. In some ways I feel bad that
I've shown you something you might have wanted to discover by yourself, but
you should understand, when you're with me Toby, I can't help myself you're
just... perfect."

"So if I can't do it it's okay? You'll show me and make me good at it?

"Of course Toby but then if you decided you didn't like doing naked stuff
with me I'd also understand, I know I'm nothing to look at, I'm just an old
guy and it would be perfectly normal for you to not want to do sexy stuff
with me. Most boys wouldn't."

He thought about this for a while and then looked up at me and smiled
gently.

"I'm not normal, and I'm not most boys. I'm Ollie's special boy."

My heart bled for the fact that I now knew he was not just a curious boy
that would grow out of interest with me and doing stuff. I knew at this
moment he wanted to be my boy forever and needed me as much as I needed
him.

We stayed wrapped around each other for a good hour, before it started to
chill off.  Feeling him start to shiver a little I picked him up and
carried him silently to the car.

"Where do you want to go hunny?"

He looked at me and his eyes said everything.

"And what about grandpa?"

"Told him I had late-night soccer practise and then pizza after."

I smiled and drove the short journey back to my house. Inside Toby went
straight over to the couch and got under the big fluffy blanket I had
there, whilst I got the drinks from the kitchen.

Returning to the living room, the first thing I noticed was my boy was
smiling again, cheekily as ever. The second was he was topless, and the
third was his hands had mysteriously wandered down below the blanket he was
half under. On the floor next to him lay a white polo shirt, a red school
cotton sweater, a pair of grey school shorts, and two white ankle
socks. Putting the drinks down on the coffee table I sat at the opposite
end of the couch to him. Then bending down I put my head under the bottom
of the blanket and found his little feet. My tongue instantly shot out and
started licking up and down the soles of his precious little boy feet. Up
and around the toes and back down the sides, sucking each one in as I went
over it.

The ten year old boy to whom these gorgeous feet belonged to giggled and
moaned with happy feelings as I slowly worked my way up each absolutely
hairless leg, staying under the cover for secrecy. I skipped over his
underwear and kept going up his chest, lapping at his little button,
nipples, and baby six-pack. When I got to his face I went to kiss his
cheek, and he turned his head so that our lips met. I decided tonight was
maybe a night to go a bit further so gently I slipped my tongue onto his
lips. At first they remained shut but as I gently nudged them with my
tongue he quickly opened them for me to adventure inside. I could never
have imagined how soft the inside of his mouth would be, it wouldn't have
prepared me anyway, the feeling was absolutely exquisite.

Five minutes of tongue wrestling with the boy of my dreams, who was now
giving as good as he was getting, and boy was he getting good at it! I had
an idea and wrapped my arms underneath him. Then picking him up without
breaking the kiss I carried him to my bedroom and lay him on the bed. We
finally broke the kiss and he looked up at me smiling.

I then began kissing back down his chest and when I got to his 'roos' as he
called them, today a nice snug red pair, I gently gripped the waistband
with my teeth. He got the idea and lifted his slim ten-year old hips off
the bed. I lifted the waistband outwards first so as not to catch his
little 3 inch uncut stiffy and then pulled downwards. The roos slid easily
down his silky thighs and he was soon naked again in my arms. I began
licking around his pubic area, still devoid of any hair, even peach
fuzz. Then not wanting to tease him too much, and because it looked so
yummy I slid my lips over his cute little uncut dick and down all 3 inches
till I bottomed out on his tiny balls. Toby moaned in happiness as I bobbed
up and down his little boyhood.  Very soon his breathing got ragged and he
started pumping his little hips up and down, his dick sliding in and out of
my lips. He gave one final push and his dick spasmed in my mouth, still no
cum but totally hot none the less!

My little angel lay there panting. He smiled up at me and I moved level
with him and kissed him on the cheek. I was now lying on my back and he got
up and straddled my chest. His delicate fingers began unbuttoning my shirt
and it hit the floor soon to be joined by my shoes, trousers and socks, all
taken off by my little boy. Toby lay down on top of me and began kissing me
on the lips, his tongue this time commandeering into my mouth.

Then he surprised me, he stopped kissing my lips and instead started making
gentle kisses down my chest, all the way until he got to the hem of my
boxer shorts. Smiling up at me he showed his teeth and grabbed the
waistband with them. I lifted my hips and he followed suit sliding them
down my legs with his teeth. Although he had a bit more difficulty he
amusingly looked like a dog pulling a chew toy away from human grip.

When I was fully naked he looked up at me and growled like a puppy, still
with my boxers hanging from his mouth. I almost came on the spot without
even touching my dick just looking at his pretty face sitting there with my
underwear in his mouth like an obedient puppy totally naked as the day he
was born. He swung his head and flung them aside. Then he giggled and
slowly lowered his head down. I think my heart had stopped beating, I
couldn't believe my innocent little angel was about to do what he was going
to do.

Just before his mouth reached my dick head he tilted his head up and asked,

"Does it taste nice?"

The breath of him speaking blew past my cock and sent shivers through my
spine.

"You did", I replied.

He seemed content with that answer and the blonde ten-year old boy's head
continued back down to my throbbing cock. Slowly his lips parted and his
tongue slid out. It connected with the underside of my cock and I had to
squeeze hard not to erupt right then. Toby licked the entire way up to the
top, and took one look at the precum dripping down. I thought this was
going to put him off but no he just shrugged as if to say, if it was bad
for me Ollie would have stopped me. And so he opened his lips and slipped
the head of my cock slowly into his mouth. It felt like a thousand pieces
of the finest silk slowly stroking up and down the top of my dick as he
gently bobbed his head up and down.

Being his first time and only having a boy-small mouth he could only get
about three inches in and I definitely didn't want to hurt him trying to
get anymore in. In less than a minute I could take it no longer, I called
to him I was going to cum. He knew what that was, he had seen it flying out
of me before but would he want it in his mouth?

My cock erupted and my spunk shot again and again into my little angel's
mouth. I could see his cheeks getting fuller and fuller as he tried to hold
everything in at once.

"Swallow hunny-boy, swallow." I whispered to him.

He did and I spasmed yet more at the thought that my boy had just
completely swallowed my manjuice. Finally my cock started to deflate and he
gently kept lapping away at my cock head, trying to get more out.

"Wow Toby, that was..."

"I love you Ollie, I wouldn't have done that to anyone else but you, and
I'm really glad I did."

"Toby that was one of the most amazing feelings ever, thank you so much."

"I didn't really want to taste that stuff at first but then I thought, when
you do this with somebody it's 'cos you love them, and I love you. And the
stuff that comes out at the end is like what love could look like, so I
drank it, so it would be in my tummy forever."

"So you'd always have my love in you?"

"Ya-huh!"

I smiled at his boyishness.

He crawled up the bed and lay down next to me. I rolled him over and
spooned up behind his gorgeous ten-year old naked body. Within a few
seconds he was yawning.

"Stay here with me tonight Toby, please?"

"'K Ollie, can I ring my grandpa?"

"Use the phone on the bedside table honey."

He leant over and in the quickest phone conversation I'd ever heard,
informed his grandpa he was going to Mikey's sleepover and he'd be back
tomorrow.

Snuggling back up to me I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, my entire
life's dream had almost come true.

"I love you Ollie, please can I be your boyfriend?"

Now it had!.

End of Chapter 6

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Continues in part 6 coming soon.

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