Date: Thu, 19 Aug 1999 22:59:37 +0930
From: The Bard <papernquill@hotmail.com>
Subject: secret diary toby wilson2: part 3

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The Secret Diary of Toby Wilson II
Written by The Bard Copyright 98,99

Part3
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David left the house late, as usual, his stomach turned as he walked up the
narrow path that lead to his school. He still felt a little weird and
uncomfortable with himself.
"Why had Toby and Craig turned up in my dream, and why had they been so mean
to me?" Thought David as he turned the corner bringing the school into view.
David was pleased to see there were no suspicious vans. He was almost to the
front gate when he heard a familiar voice call out his name.
"yo Dave!"
David looked around to try and see where the voice was coming from. He
looked into a crowd of kids and saw Craig running in his direction.
"David you deaf queer!"
David felt his stomach sink as Craig and Toby got closer. It's was mad!
These two guys were his close friends, yet he felt uncomfortable, and why
did Craig call him a queer?
"Hi guys" David could not look them in the eye. He shuffled his feet,
uneasily and wished he were somewhere else.
"What's up David, you pooped your duds or something?" laughed Toby "Well
this will cheer you up. I'm having a party at my place!" Toby handed David
the invitation and waited for the inevitable slice of wit, but it didn't
come. Instead he was left disappointed when David, quite nonchalant, took
the invitation and tried to quickly dismiss himself.
"Cool thanks Tobs. Look guys I'm going to be late for home group, I'll catch
you at break".
Toby and Craig watched David disappear into the school.
"Not the hell do you think is the matter with him?" said Craig throwing his
bag over his shoulder
I don't know, maybe he had a rough night of something. He'll be all right by
lunchtime.
Toby and Craig joined the sea of bodies that made up the school. It always
amazed Toby How people rushed to get into the bloody place then rushed to
get out, and if you look really closely you can see the kids who spend their
days cutting classes up the front pushing to get in first.

Craig and Toby entered the classroom. As usual, the noise of everyone
talking at the same time and all on different subjects was deafening. David
was sitting on his own at the back of the room peering out of the window, he
could not get his dream out of his mind; Craig and Tobys' bodies; and the
way they belittle him. His mind was a mix match of feelings, which he was
unable to either, justify or understand.
"Hi David" Said Toby taking the seat next to him. Toby sat on one side and
Craig on the other.
"What was the big hurry this morning Dave? We thought you were trying to
avoid us or something."
"Oh it was nothing guys I just felt a little strange." David was
uncomfortable. "Why don't I just tell them what I dreamed about, and leave a
few bits out?" thought David to himself.
"Just the thought I dreamed about them is enough."

Craig looked into his eyes," You all right Dave?" Craig was smiling; almost
laughing, as he was sure his friend had lost his marbles.
"Yes I'm bloody fine, now shutup!"
"Now that more like it!" said Toby.
"You will come to the party want you Dave?"
"What me? Miss a party? You've lost your mind, of course I'll be there"
David perking up a bit.
"Are you going to stay over as well?"
"Yes of Course!" David answered half heatedly, he had no problem with
sleeping over he was just concerned that he might dream about them again,
and embarrass himself by screaming out their names or something.
"Right you lot Shutup!" Mr Grant entered the room, late as usual. Slowly,
but surely the day began.
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. Skipping Class .
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History was always boring, it was the only lesson that Toby and Craig had
apart from each other. It was the first lesson after lunch break, Toby had
History and Craig had Music Practice.
Toby yawned and tried to imagine himself somewhere else. Then he remembered
Craig had handed him a small note and told him to read it when he was in
History and not before. He reached into his pocket; already chuckling to
himself, as he knew it was bound to be funny. Toby carefully unraveled the
note in his lap so nobody else could see. The note read:
Tobs, by the time you read this note Mr. Wilkins will have already bored you
to tears. Asked to go to the toilet and meet me in the boiler room.
Toby's heart raced with excitement, as he knew what happened whenever they
met in the boiler room. He began to get a slight erection and though he'd
better get his hand up now before it go too big. Toby raised his hand.
" Richard the second was a raving que..Yes BOY!" Mr. Wilkins hated to be
stopped.
"Please sir can I go to the toilet?" Toby wasn't a known troublemaker, so
Mr. Wilkins had no problem letting him go, he certainly would notice if he
were there or not. Toby picked up his books to cover his Willy and quickly
made his way out of the classroom.
It was not a long walk to the boiler room. Toby reached in his bag for the
key. Nobody had a key to the boiler room except the caretaker, Toby and
Craig. Craig found the old key in his dad's shed, it actually fits quite a
few locks around the school, and is another one of their secret.
The door squeaked a little as Toby pushed it open. The warm air hit him
straight away and made his shirt stick to his body.

"Craig!" whispered Toby as he entered the Room and closed the door. He
carefully stepped down the stairs, as the light from the dim furnace was the
only light. As he got lower he could see that Craig had already lit the
candle in there little spot in the darkest corner.
Toby walked over, his penis getting harder by the second and his heart in
mouth. "Craig! Are you here?" Toby's feet touched the corners of the blanket
that was spread on the floor, which was a sure sign that Craig was here
because they keep it in his locker.
Toby stopped as he heard a noise in the dark. He moved closer to the candle
"Craig?"
Craig snuck up behind Toby. Placing one hand on his hard penis and the other
around his waist he began to kiss Toby's neck. The shock mixed with the
sensation of what Craig was doing to him made Toby almost helpless. "You
frightened the shit out of me." Wobbled Toby finding it hard to talk. Craig
said nothing. He pushed his stiffy into Tobys backside; he could feel the
resistance of Toby's gray school trousers forbidding him entry. Toby began
to moan a little and push back as he felt the hardness of Craig's stiffy
pushing against his hole. Toby reached behind himself to pull Craig in a
little harder. Craig was naked except for his white school shirt.
Toby turned and their lips met as Tobys began to undo his belt, and allow
his trousers to drop to the floor. Craig reached into Toby's Shorts and
grabbed his stiffy. Craig was sure he wouldn't be able to hold on for much
longer. Pressure began to build and his heart was beyond being in control.
"Toby slow down, I think I'm going to have a stroke."
"I thought that's what I was doing " giggled Toby.
Toby put his back to Craig once more, and Craig embraced him again, kissing
his neck and rubbing his hard nipple under his now, slightly moist shirt.
"I want you to do it." Said Toby out of the blue
"Do what?" Craig knew what he meant, is just couldn't believe what he was
hearing.
Toby turned and made eye contact with Craig. " I want you Craig."
Craig was spelled bound. The boys stared at their reflections in each other'
s eyes; Toby slowly turned and pushed himself in his friend.
"Are you sure Tobs, we've never tried this one."
Toby didn't answer, he just lent forward and put his hands on the old,
broken stool that stood near the candle.
Craig could feel his climax making its way to the head of penis and wasn't
sure if he would even get to put it in.
He looked down and could see Toby's little red hole.
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Well thats part 3, sorry its taken such a long time.  Part 4 is on the way.
Please feel free to send me your comments, good or bad.

thanks The Bard.  papernquill@hotmail.com