Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2016 20:21:38 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 17

TOBY'S SECRET JOURNAL

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"I need some time to think Toby. I'll let you know when I'm ready. Then we
can talk some more. But definitely not in school. Right?"

"Yes, right," I replied.

"OK, I really do need to go now. Please thank your dad for buying the
lunch. And thank you both for your generous gift of the different foods. I
suppose every time I take something out of the box, I'll be reminded of you
and this conversation."

"Hehe. Maybe you could just think of Carl instead and that would make you
happier!"

As he stood up and came around the table I thought he was going to put me
down for that, but he didn't. He just gave a little laugh. "Yeah, well,
maybe. He certainly looked pretty good."

"So can we part as friends still?" I asked.

"Yes – so long as you remember that it's just friends."

"And would a quick hug be out of the question, given that we're not in
school and there's no-one else here?" He stepped towards me. I put my arms
around his back and he reciprocated. I'd forgotten that despite the age
difference of five years, we were almost the same height. I deliberately
pushed into him a little. He didn't resist. This was the closest we'd ever
been. I thought I could feel the bulge in his trousers. Maybe that was
wishful thinking!

We left the shop and I made something up about going to check on another
shop. I watched as he walked away towards the escalators.

CHAPTER 17

After the lunchtime meeting with Charlie I felt pretty confident. My
game-plan has worked out, despite some awkward moments along the way. As I
took the skytrain back towards home I reflected on Charlie's reaction to
the revelation. He'd been shocked, but he'd not walked away; we were still
'friends', and it looked like we might talk about this again. For the
moment, I knew he was going away to visit his family. I'd have to be
patient and await his return. In the meantime, I had another 'date' on
Wednesday. Boy had invited me to meet up with him again. This would be our
fourth encounter. And he'd suggested we meet at Tom's condo to use their
gym facilities. He'd also hinted that I should wear something that he'd
like to see me in.

As I showered and dressed that morning, I debated what to wear. I flicked
through my wardrobe to check out all the shirts. There were plenty of plain
ones, but I settled on something more risque - a new tee-shirt with a
strong jagged pattern in dark colours and a big flash of silver like a
lightning strike. I put on some clean hipster pants and pair of plain
coloured shorts that fitted quite close. I checked my hair and the overall
look in the mirror. Good enough. I also packed a gym bag with some
trainers, another tee, and a pair of nylon shorts. They didn't do much for
my looks but they were very practical if I was going to have a work-out in
the gym.

It took me around an hour to get from our house to the road where Tom
lived. I looked up at the condo building. It was tall, modern and faced
with a lot of glass and balconies. I could see several quite mature trees
arranged on the roof and on some of the balconies. The journey over was
fine, but as I stood outside I began to feel quite anxious about just what
might happen. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and scrolled through for
Boy's number.

"Hi! I've just arrived. I'm standing outside your condo block."

"Great! Just go in and tell the reception desk that you're visiting us.
They'll phone up and I'll tell them to let you through. You'll probably
have to sign in."

"OK, see you in a few minutes then." I walked up the steps and through the
doors.  The security man checked me over and did as Boy had predicted. He
gave me a visitor pass and pointed me to the lift. I knew Boy lived on the
top floor so I pressed the top button. The lift climbed rapidly and then
slowed to a halt. The doors slid open and I stepped out. The corridor was
empty. Which way to go - left or right? Just as I was pondering the
question, Boy stepped into sight from around the corner.

"Hi, sexy man! It's great to see you. You look really good." He grabbed me
and started to pull me towards a door on the left. "This is where we live.
Come on in." He pushed me through the door, kicking it closed behind him
with his foot. Then before I had time to look around at my new
surroundings, he turned me round, put his hands around me, and planted a
big kiss on my mouth. "I've been wanting to do that again for days!"

It felt really good to be standing so close to him, to feel his hands
touching me, and to enjoy the sensitivity of his kiss. "Mmm, that was
really nice! Can we do it again?" This time I leant into him, pressing our
bodies together and giving him a big open-mouthed kiss. We both held it for
quite some time. I knew just how much I wanted this boy.

"I've been thinking about you since last week," said Boy when we finally
broke apart. "I think you've featured in my dreams too! I'm looking forward
to spending today with you and getting to know more about you. Would you
like to look around the condo first?" I followed him as he led the way.
"This is my room. You can drop you bag here if you like. This is another
bedroom and here's the bathroom. And this is Tom's big room which has its
own en-suite bathroom and a balcony."

"Do you use your bedroom at night, or do you share sometimes?" I asked,
rather nosily.

Boy laughed and gave me a mock-punch. "You're supposed to think I sleep in
my room. But mostly, Tom likes it when I share his bed. That's what we do
most nights."

I looked at the room and the bed, trying to imagine the two of them
together. Remembering how I'd slept in the same bed with Chakri at the
weekend, I felt a little jealous that Boy could do this every night. "Nice
big bathroom," was all I actually said.

"Come on through to the living room, then. Tom's out today doing some work
so we have the place to ourselves." We walked into the big room with
windows looking out on two sides and another large balcony. There was a
sofa arrangement at one end, a modern glass dining table in the middle, a
breakfast bar and a range of kitchen units and appliances. Boy went to the
fridge to pour some cool water. "What do you think then?"

"It's really nice. Very comfortable with plenty of space. And the view from
up here is great." The sliding door to the balcony was open and I stepped
outside to stand by the rail and admire the cityscape. Boy brought out two
glasses of water and put them down on the little table. Then he came up
close behind me, trapping me by putting his hands on the rail on either
side, and then pressing into me whilst he nuzzled the back of my neck. That
felt so good. We drank the water as we looked out at the view. We were both
gently touching and moving against each other.

"So what do you fancy doing today?" he asked, "... or just go straight to
this?" and he gave my ass a big squeeze.

The prospect excited me, but I replied, "I thought we were going to use the
gym for a work out."

"Yeah, we can do that for sure. It's on the roof floor above. We just have
to walk one floor up. I'll go get my kit. There's a changing room up there
too." He turned and went back to his bedroom to find some gym kit. I picked
up the glasses and rinsed them in the kitchen.

I walked back to his bedroom to collect my bag, just as Boy was emerging.
Together we left the flat, climbed the stairs to the roof, and looked in at
the gym through the big windows. I could see a range of treadmills, cycle
and rowing machines, bench presses and weights. There were big picture
windows looking out over the city on two walls, and large mirrors on the
other ones. I was a little disappointed when I saw a couple of other people
already using the gym. A young woman was pedalling furiously on a cycle
machine. An older man was working some bench presses. "There's a changing
room and shower in here," said Boy, leading the way in.

I sat on the bench and undid my bag. I could watch Boy as he changed next
to me. He unselfconsciously removed his flip-flops, tee and shorts to stand
in his jockstrap. He turned and caught me looking at him. "What do you
think? Do you like them? Tom bought me these." I'd seen his body in the
showers at the tennis club some weeks before but up-close he looked
fantastic. The pouch of the strap was quite well filled. His ass-cheeks
were everything I'd imagined.

For a moment, I was embarrassed at being caught. Then I saw his grin as he
displayed himself. I laughed: "You look great." As he pulled on his kit, I
took off my own clothes until I too was wearing just by hipster briefs. I
knew they were a good fit. He made a point of looking and whistling. I
covered up again and we walked through the door into the gym.

There was a mat in one corner and we began with some bending and stretching
exercises. The mat was in front of the mirror and as we moved, we kept
watching each other in the mirror and smiling. Next, we moved across to the
treadmills, selecting one of the pre-set routines to get us going. We both
started with a brisk walk, raising the gradient slightly to increase the
calorie-burn. I could look sideways at Boy from time-to-time, checking out
his figure and the way his rounded ass and thigh muscles worked as he
walked. We both worked up a good sweat over the next 20 minutes.

The woman the cycle machine had finished and left. The other guy was
working his way around the equipment ignoring us. After the treadmill we
took a drink from the cooler and moved across to the bench presses. Boy
started doing some toe-touching and I watched as his lean body extended and
relaxed. I was keen to do some weight-lifting as I'd never really got into
that before. Boy offered to help and suggested starting gradually with
lighter weights. I lay on my back on the bench and he placed the bar above
my shoulders. We stood there at my head as I started lifting, ready to
catch the bar if anything went wrong. We moved up through three or fours
weights. With my back flat on the bench and my feet on the floor, I knew he
had a good view of my body. I was keen to build my arm muscles but knew he
could also check out the rest of me.

As I worked out, with Boy's help, another young man walked into the gym. He
was fully dressed in the same security uniform that the man on the front
desk had been wearing. He looked around, nodded to the older guy, and then
wandered over towards Boy and me. "Sawasdee Krup, Boy," he said. "Sawasdee
krup, Chakan," replied my friend. From my position on the bench, I looked
up at the slim man who seemed to be casually checking the room whilst also
glancing quickly at both of us. There was a bit of social conversation in
Thai before the man walked over to stand in front of the mirrors. He seemed
to be fixing his hair, but I realised he could also be watching our
reflection in the glass. The older man left the gym at the end of his
routine, and Chakan followed his out a moment or two later.

"Thank goodness he's gone," said Boy.

"Why?"

"He's called Chakan. He's one of the security staff here. I think he likes
boys. He was certainly checking you out."

"How do you know he likes boys?"

"One night, my brother Nut and I were using the pool with Tom. Chakan came
up. Tom said he could swim as well. We were all fooling around a bit in the
water. And I let him suck me off whilst Tom was with Nut. I think he'd like
to do more with me. He seems very keen on boys."

As I lifted the bar a few more times, I tried to absorb all this
information. Night-time sex in the pool. Boy getting sucked off by another
man – and in front of Tom. And Tom doing something with young Nut, whom I'd
met at the bowling rink and whom Chakri seemed to like.

"Was he any good?" I asked with a grin.

"He was OK. A bit rough. ... Probably not a patch on your skills, Toby!"

I dropped the bar back down. "Come on then, let's see what you can do with
these weights."

"OK. But first, I want to do some of these pull-ups to strengthen my abs.
Would you mind holding my feet in place for me?" He lay, half-upside-down
on one of the benches, his hands held behind his head, his toes tucked
behind a bar. He started to pull himself up into a sitting position. I held
his ankles in pace to keep his legs still. Maybe he'd chosen this exercise
on purpose. As he bent backwards and forwards I had a perfect view along
the length of his legs and up into his shorts. Above them, his tee-shirt
was riding up his chest, revealing a large expanse of torso. I couldn't
stop watching him. Each time he lay back down, my eyes watched his thighs
inside his loose shorts. The v-shaped front of jockstrap appeared with each
bend. I was not surprised at the absence of hair escaping to the side as
he'd been shaved smooth when I'd first seen him at the pool. With his legs
slightly apart, I could glimpse the join of his thighs and the dark tunnel
that led to his crack. It felt hidden, tantalising and exciting. I must
have got lost in the daydream before I realised he was sitting up and
looking at me, grinning. "Seen enough yet? Or shall I just take them off?"

We joked together some more, the atmosphere between us feeling very warm
and friendly, and edge of anticipation clearly sensed by both of us. "How
about a final burst on the cycle machines?" I suggested, "First one to
reach ten kilometres wins?" He jumped on one of the machines, set the
controls, and was off already. I raced to catch up. A breathless
quarter-of-an-hour later and we both eased up. I'd beaten him by a few
seconds. Despite his greater strength, I reckoned I probably had the
stronger leg muscles from all the sport I'd played.

We decided to finish the fitness session and get cleaned up. Back in the
changing room, he asked, "Do you want to shower here, or shall we go back
to the condo first?" The latter sounded more leisurely – and more fun. We
picked up our clothes and walked back down to the flat.

Once inside, Boy threw himself on the bed, covering his eyes with his arm.
The room wasn't too large, but I sat myself on the chair and looked around
the room. His clothes were tidied away in a closet. Some photos, books,
remote control, and phone lay on a small table. A couple of posters
decorated the walls. It was quiet for a few moments. Then Boy said quietly,
"Would you like to lay on the bed with me? I can give you another kiss on
those sweet lips."

I took the two steps across the room. I was briefly aware of the dampness
in my armpits, groin and chest from exercising so hard. There was also an
aroma coming off Boy. I sat on the edge of the bed, lifted my legs and lay
down next to him. He turned on his side to face me and our arms pulled each
other into a full hug. As his face came towards me, I closed my eyes and
opened my mouth. Our lips fused together and his tongue started to reach
forward into me. I turned my head slightly and responded, pushing back into
his mouth. We kissed long and deep. My hand started to play up and down his
back. His upper-most knee forced my legs apart and pushed up between my
thighs. My hand moved lower until I was clutching his cheeks; their
roundedness and firmness as just what I'm imagined. I squeezed and
manipulated his buttocks through the thin cloth of his shorts. I could feel
the strap of his jockstrap but the absence of any other fabric heightened
the thrill. Boy was thrusting his groin into me. I could feel my own cock
starting to strain inside the containing pouch of my hipsters. I began to
feel the heat of his groin radiating out from his shorts too. We were both
getting really turned on.

A sound from outside interrupted my erotic focus. A key was turning in a
lock. A moment later the front door of the condo was opened and then
closed. "Boy - I'm back," came Tom's unmistakeable voice, "My meeting
finished early. Are you home?"

I opened my eyes and looked directly at Boy, just a couple of inches in
front of my face. He held me very still and made a `sssshhhhh' gesture with
his mouth and face. He replaced his mouth on mine as if to stop me making
any noise. I could hear Tom put a bag down and then move away into the
flat; there was a sound of an internal door opening.

My anxiety levels had risen instantly. I felt like I'd been caught doing
something wrong. I imagined being thrown out of the apartment by Tom as
soon as he realised I was there. I must have physically frozen in my panic
because Boy broke of the kiss and started to stroke me. "Hey, it's OK. Tom
knows you're coming to see me today. He's expecting us to be here together
– or somewhere around here. And don't look so worry. He knows how much I
fancy you. After our times together at the tennis club and the cinema, I'm
sure he's fully expecting me to seduce you today. I wouldn't put it past
him to have come home early just so he can try and join in. He'll be very
comfortable and happy when he sees you here. I'm just playing a little joke
on him. Stay really quiet and let's see what he does next." I tried to
relax my body a little, whilst Boy went back to kissing me and stroking me.
It was all-right for him to say that – but I was the visitor in Tom's condo.

For a couple of minutes we continued making out together on Boy's bed. My
hard-on returned and Boy put his hand on me to feel me. My hands went to
his butt. I heard a soft footfall out in the apartment and then the steps
moved towards Boy's bedroom. Before I had time to disengage myself, I heard
the door being pushed open and Tom stepped in.

"Oh, hi Tom. I heard you come back but we were just a little busy in here,"
began Boy as he rolled away from me slightly and I could move to see Tom in
the doorway. "How was your meeting?"

"The meeting was fine, thanks. Hi there Toby – welcome to our condo. I see
that Boy is helping your feel at home here. Don't let me stop your fun
boys."

I'd been about to say something, but my mouth locked up. Tom was standing
looking at us from the doorway without any clothes on. That's why his
footsteps had sounded so quiet. I was staring at his physique. I took in
his face and his manly chest, then travelled down to the line of hair
around his belly button and the triangle of pubes above his cock. But it
was his cock itself that grabbed my attention as it hung down between his
legs. It was magnificent.

"Oh, maybe I forgot to tell you Toby that we hang around named for a lot of
the time when we're in the apartment – except when we have visitors, of
course."  Boy stood up from the bed and went across to embrace Tom. They
gave each other a deep kiss. Tom's hand was fingering Boy's butt. Boy's
hand had slipped between them to grasp Tom's cock and was slowly stroking
it.

"Yeah, well, since we have `visitors', I'd better go and put some shorts
on. Otherwise I'll feel strongly tempted to join you both on that bed,"
said Tom, finally. "It's hot today, so I think I'll go and take a swim on
the roof. I'll leave you two to enjoy each other's company." And he turned
away from the room.

"Do you mind if we use the big shower, Tom?" shouted Boy, "We've not
cleaned up yet after our gym workout."

"No, that's fine. You guys go ahead. Just remember to clean up the evidence
afterwards please!" he replied.

I turned to Boy. "I could kill you! You set me up, didn't you? You wanted
him to walk in on us and find me like this." He'd got back on the bed, so I
pushed him down and tried to climb on top and hold him down with my
strength as some kind of punishment.

"Yeah, that was fun. Your face when you saw Tom – you should have seen
yourself!"

I struggled with him a bit longer, but we were fairly evenly matched and
fairly soon I collapsed to just lie on top of him. "Well, you boyfriend is
pretty well hung, I should say."

"Yeah – that's what I like about farang. And I think you're not so far off
either Toby. If we go take a shower now, I'll be able to check that out for
myself."

Tom had already left for the pool, so I followed Toby down the hallway and
into Tom's bedroom and then through to the large bathroom. As I looked
around to admire all the fittings, Boy was already pulling his tee-shirt
off over his head and stepping out of his gym shorts. I stared at his body,
admiring the smooth brown skin, the two button nipples, the developing
musculature, and the perfect rounded globes of his ass that were so well
displayed between the straps of his jock.

I pulled open the glass-door of the shower for him. "After you," I said,
trying to resist putting out my hand to stroke his exposed buttocks.

He turned towards me. "Last time I showered in front of you, we were across
the room under different showers in the sports club. This time let's shower
together – it's plenty big enough." He stepped into me and planted his
mouth on mine. I opened my mouth and his tongue moved in. This time both my
hands did drop to hold his ass-cheeks. "Oh yeah, that feels good, Toby,
don't stop." My hands began to explore as we continued kissing. My fingers
moved in to stroke up and down his crack. He pushed his ass outwards into
my hand, and then inwards into my groin. His hands moved to grab my
tee-shirt and quickly pull it up and over my head, breaking out kiss. His
head went down almost immediately onto my chest and his mouth sealed itself
around my right nipple. I  groaned at the sudden wet bite. As my hands
played up and down his back and over his buttocks, his mouth moved from one
nipple to the other. I bent my head forward to nuzzle his neck and ears. I
could feel the heat rising in my groin, as the fabric of his jockstrap
began to swell outwards with his urgent excitement. He raised his face to
look at me, desire etched all over it. "I really want to explore your body,
Toby. Let's just get into the shower."

He stepped back and pushed down his jockstrap. His cock was already
half-hard, pointing out straight in front of him. He stepped into the
shower and turned on the water. For a moment, my eyes followed his body.
Then I began to fumble with the fastening of my shorts, letting them fall
to the floor. Underneath, my pants were already tented. A brief hesitation
and then I pushed them down. I stepped into the shower behind Boy.

The presence of the hot boy excited me. My cock filled, thickened and rose
quickly until it was pushing against him as I stood behind me. He was
rinsing his face in the spray. I picked up the bottle of shower gel,
squirted some on my hands and reached around to lather his chest, armpits
and arms. As I did so, Boy relaxed against me. He must have been aware of
my hard cock resting against his ass. My hands worked down his chest from
his throat, around and over his nipples and down his belly. He did nothing
to stop me rubbing lower so I kept going on down over his abdomen and
towards his groin. My fingers encountered the hard column of his erection.
I slid further, over the smooth-shaved pubic area until I was grasping the
base of his member. It felt fantastic. I'd seen him naked in the sports
centre showers and admired his firm body. I'd felt him up in the cinema.
Now I got to touch the real thing.

Boy reached to get some gel from the bottle, rubbed it on his hands, and
then reached behind him to smear it over my cock and his ass. "Just as I
imagined," he said, "You really are quite big aren't you?"

"Well, I guess I'm bigger than many boys my age ... But not as big as your
Tom from what I saw today."

"Yeah – though I reckon you could fill me just as well as he does. Let me
see you." He turned around to face me and we each looked down at the
other's tackle. "Oh, that's magnificent, Toby. You're so thick and heavy.
Your head looks so big because you're circumcised." He was hefting my shaft
with one hand and playing with my balls with the other. "Can I try and take
you in my mouth?" I nodded, anticipating the feel of his mouth. He knelt
down on the floor of the shower, water streaming down his back from the
spray, and took my cockhead into his mouth. I took hold of his head with my
hands, and  pushed my groin forward into him. I watched as my thick shaft
disappeared into his mouth. This was hot. One of his hands was pulling on
my balls. The other had gone around to knead my ass. I just wanted to fuck
his face and shoot my load into him. He kept varying the pace and just when
I thought I might cum, he slowed down and eased off.

I pulled him upright and pushed him back against the tiles. I used my foot
to spread his legs apart. "My turn for some fun!" I bit down on one of his
nipples causing him to twist in mild pain. I grabbed his brown cock in my
hand and began to jerk him  quite hard. His eyes were closed and he thrust
his pelvis forward. I went back up to kiss his mouth, forcing my tongue
between his lips. He responded by pumping his body towards me. I took both
our cocks together in one hand and developed a steady rhythm. We were both
moving quite wildly now as our bodies were enveloped in heat and lust.

"Suck me Toby – please just take me," he demanded. I maintained the mouth
kiss for a few moments longer, then let my face and mouth move down his
body – over this throat, his chest, his belly-button, his abdomen, until
finally I was face-to-cock. I let me nose and lips play up and down his
beautiful length. I licked over his balls and then gripped his shaft
lightly with my teeth. His whole cock was twitching in my face. Finally, I
moved to the tip of his cock, using my tongue to lick all around and over
his glans. I opened my mouth and covered his head. I could feel his heat in
my mouth. I closed my lips around him and started to suck. Slowly I slid
further and further down his shaft. I began to move up and down on him
feeling his excitement. My eyes were closed but I was remembering the sight
of his ass. My hands went up to feel his buttocks, and I pushed my fingers
into his crack. I ran them up and down, spreading his cheeks as much as I
could. I wanted to feel his entrance. When I touched it the first time, he
jerked – and he pushed further into my mouth. I went back again until my
thumb was resting against his hole. I used my tongue to play with his
sensitive glans. As I did so, I pushed in with my thumb until it slid past
his anal muscle. "Oh fuck," I heard his say from above me, "I can't hold on
much longer." I made my thumb rotate in his ass and I tightened my mouth
around his shaft. "Toby – I'm cuming, I'm cuming." I felt the first blast
of his juice hit the back of my throat. The second sweet salty load filled
my mouth. I lifted my mouth of him to watch the third and fourth shots
shoot from his cockhead and land on my chin and my chest. I held his cock
whilst it continued to pulse, until eventually his body began to slump back
against the tiles. My thumb slid out of him and I stood up to hold him.
"I've been dreaming about you," he said in my ear, "But the reality is so
much better."

We let the water clean the soap and cum off my body. He continued to play
and stroke my engorged cock. "I can't get over the size of you. That's such
a farang cock. I've never seen a Thai boy so well equipped. What will it
take to make you cum?"

"If you keep stroking me like that, it won't take long," I urged.

He squeezed a quantity of gel all over my shaft. He alternated one hand
between pulling on my balls and twisting my nipples. With his right hand he
just wanked me fast and mercilessly. My shaft was so slicked that the
movement felt easy. His hand was gripped around me causing my exposed head
to go a dark blood-red colour. I put my hands behind me against the tiles
to brace myself. "Oh, yeah ... more ... faster ... don't stop." I could feel the
orgasm begin deep down within me. It was rising fast beyond the point where
I could stop it. "I'm going to cum," I shouted. He didn't stop. As he
continued to jerk me, a long string of jism flew from my slit, across the
gap between us, and landed on his shoulder. Almost immediately, a second
string shot out and landed on his chest, followed by a third. As Boy began
to slow the pace of his fist, several more globs of cum landed on his wrist
and ran down his fist.

"You can cum loads," he commented when finally the flow abated.

I pulled him into me again as we kissed and embraced. "That's because
you're so hot and sexy, and I've been wanting this since I first saw you."

"Me too. And you don't disappoint!"

We rinsed ourselves off under the shower for a couple more minutes before
Boy turned off the tap. As we stepped out of the shower and Boy handed me a
towel, I noticed we were both half-hard. "Can you go again?" I asked.

"Probably – but I still want to enjoy just being here with you like this."

"Yeah. You really do have an exciting body," I said, "I don't think I'd
ever get tired of seeing you like this."

"So shall we stay naked then? I'm sure Tom would enjoy seeing you and me
together like that."

"Hmm, I'm not sure I'm quite ready for that, yet. Tom is very hot to look
at too. But just now, I might feel a little awkward after what we've just
done together."

"That's OK, we can wrap towels around us for a bit and then get dressed.
I'll fix us something to drink and eat in a moment. But just to let you
know, if you're ever interested, I'm sure Tom would be just as excited by
you as I am. He gets very turned on by boys around our age. And, like I
said, you're magnificent. He would definitely like a play with you – or
with both of us together.

"You mean – like a three-way?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he'd be up for that."

We did as Boy had suggested, wrapped ourselves in big towels, and went to
get some drinks. Tom returned about thirty minutes later from his swim.

"Did you guys have fun together?" he asked with a laugh. "I thought I'd
give you plenty of time. Was it good?"

"Yeah, excellent," replied Boy with a big grin. "I think you need to adopt
Toby as one of your best friends."

"Are you trying to fix me up with a date?"  He turned to me: "You really
are a very good looking boy Toby. It's great that Boy has you as a friend.
I'd love to get to know more about you too. Maybe we can spend some more
time with all of us together."

"Thanks, I'd like that," I replied without needing to think about it.

"For the moment, how would it be if I took you boys out for a meal? I
imagine you've worked up quite an appetite. I'll take you to one of my
favourite restaurants." We both agreed. "I need to get showered and changed
– and you boys can go and put some clothes on!"

.......... to be continued in Chapter 18 of TOBY'S SECRET JOURNAL ........

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