Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1999 03:47:22 +0930
From: The Bard <papernquill@hotmail.com>
Subject: Secret Diary Of Toby Wilson 2/ part4
_____________________________

Secret diary of Toby Wilson 2
Written By The bard(C)99
Part 4
_____________________________
Craig took hold of his throbbing, hard penis and began to move it closer
to Toby's bum hole.  Craig's heart went into double time as the head of
his willy touched the out wall of Toby's bum.
The warmth radiated through Craig's willy and sent tingles up his back,
sending tingles across his shoulders.  He was so overwhelmed by
pleasure, that he almost past out.  Craig, now confident that he could
carry on, rested his willy head at the opening and laid on Toby's back
wrapping his arms through Toby's.
"Are you ready Tobs?" whispered Craig doing his best to hold back the
gallons of sperm that were eager to bring the session to an end.
Toby shut his eyes and gripped the stool.  He had no idea what was going
to happen or how it was going to feel, all he knew was that he wanted to
get as close to Craig as he could; he wanted to share more than just a
quick grope in a dusty, old boiler room.  Craig muzzled into Toby's neck
and began to slowly push.
 "Rattle Rattle" the sound of keys came from outside to door.
"What the fuck!"  Craig nearly had that stroke he was talking about
earlier.  Toby jumped up, nearly ripping the top of Craig's dick off.
"shit!" whispered Craig.  He moved over to the candles, and blew them
out.  The two Boys' Fantasy world left as the smoke from the candles
floated up to the dirty ceiling.  Toby and Craig wrapped their clothes
up in the blanket and dove, naked behind the boiler.  The darkness was
devoured by the greed of the rushing light, as the door slowly creaked
open.  The noises and realism of school, filled the room as the moaning
silhouette of old Pervy Pete slowly entered.
"Bloody kids!", whispered Pete as he walked into the boiler room forcing
a reluctant bucket and mop through the door.

It was hot behind the boiler, beads of sweat began to form on the boys'
bodies.
The two boys knelt, huddled together.
Craig turned and looked at his friend and thought how close he got to
dong it.   How close he got to moving his love, for Toby to Higher
plateau, and how close he was to moving his relationship from the realms
of innocent experimentation to the adult world of complexities and
commitment.
Craig wondered how Toby felt about it all.  Did Toby have thoughts of
commitment and serious relationships?  Or was it simply all play for
him?  I mean this is a 14-year-old boy, about to have his first
sleepover party.  Craig began to feel a little sick as he renewed his
attention to the problem at hand, he hugged into Toby a little harder,
as the feeling of Toby's soft, and warm skin made him feel secure.

Old Pete didn't seem to notice the smell of fresh extinguished candles
as he fought with the locker, where he kept the mop.  He kicked and
swore the mop into the locker and slammed the door shut.   he walked to
the door once more and opened it; once again filling the dusty room with
fresh air and a fresh scene from the constant movement of the school.
Pete stopped at the door; paused and stepped backwards.
"What's he doing?" Whispered Craig.
" He knows we're here, shit!"  Toby was getting concerned.  Being caught
in the boiler room is one thing, but being caught naked with a
fellow-naked-student is another.
Pete checked the area; satisfied he was alone, he lent forward and let
out the loudest, wettest fart Craig and Tobs have ever heard in their
limited lives.
"That's the way..lovely" added the caretaker in pure ecstasy.
The Two boys began to laugh as the heavy door closed.
" Obviously we're not the only ones who use this room for relieving
pressure" laughed Craig opening the rolled up blanket and reaching for
the clothes.  Toby re-lit a candle to give them a little light as they
dressed.
___________________________________

 Toby house, after school
___________________________________

Toby walked through the front door of his house, relieved that the day
was over, and tiered from his moments of passion in the closing periods
of the day.  His mind was full and he longed to get it all down in his
diary.  The house was empty.  His sister was out at friends, and his Mum
and Dad would not be home for ages.   He opened the fridge and rummaged
until he found his favorite, Cherry Coke.   Toby climbed the stairs to
his bedroom.  It was always a long tiring walk straight after school.
Kicking the door open to his room his threw bag in the corner and made a
dive for his bed.  It smelt sweet.  The cool of his quilt felt soft and
relaxing and he took a few minute to empty his head of school and allow
his body relax.

His coke fizzed over the lid as he opened it.  Toby placed his coke on
the table next to his bed and opened the draw.  Toby took out his diary,
it was old a battered, and since the camp, was getting a bit full.

Well Diary.  Craig and I almost did it today.  I told you I was going to
ask him to give me a bummy.  I have to admit though, I couldn't believe
the words were coming out of my mouth as I said it, but I did.
I bent over and placed my hands on the stool we keep in the boiler
room.  My body was cold and I was a little scared.  Lately when I wank I
have been putting a finger up my bum, so I knew it was going to hurt a
little, just the same it was very exciting and I was looking forward to
it.  I shut my eyes, as I felt Craigy touch my bum.  I willy Got really
stiff as Craig pushed his willy near my bum hole.  I didn't think was
going to do it at first.  I don't think he really wanted too.  I was
concerned that he was  going to say know or something .  then he laid on
my back and cuddled me.  It felt really nice; he was so warm. My chest
began to thump, I could feel his willy head on my bum hole, and he was
kissing my neck; I love that, it made me feel like I was going to die, I
could hardly control my heart and my stiffy was hurting.  He began to
push a little and I felt his willy start to go up my bum, It didn't hurt
at all.  Just as we were about to go all the way Mr. Fucking, caretaker
dude, came into the Boiler room, so we had to blow out the candles and
hide.
I hoped we could pick up where we left off, but we didn't have enough
time.  My party is on the weekend, Craig and I are going to wait till
everyone is asleep, and do it then...

Toby closed off today's chapter and put his diary back in the draw. He
loosened his trousers as his stiffy began to push against his fly.
The cold of his bedroom bit at the head of his willy as he forced it
into the open.  Toby grabbed his willy; laid in his  hand and began to
pump as though he was having sex with someone.  With every down ward
thrust, Toby pushed hard and held it there, as the feeling of his
foreskin being pulled back felt wonderful.  Toby stopped to pulled his
trousers down over his knees and laid on his back.
Tingles rolled down his back his Toby began to run the tips of his
fingers down the front of his chest and over his nipples.


He felt as he was going to cum, just from running his fingers over his
pube line.  Toby began to work on his penis again, this time he licked
his finger; raised his legs, and placing his thighs on his chest slowly
inserted his middle finger deep up his bum. Toby gently moved his finger
in and out while slowly working on his penis.  The ecstasy was so great
that Toby, consumed by the moment, began to move sexually allowing
himself to fully enjoy what he was doing to himself.
"Oh Craig! Do it to me!" said Toby in a whispered moan.  Flash backs of
the boiler room flooded into his minds eye and the orgasm rushed to his
penis.  Toby began to come, but kept up his movements.  He almost broke
his finger as he rolled over his bed blowing globs of com over his hand
and chest.  Toby could feel his orgasm on his finger up his bum.  It was
a big one and it made bum hurt.
Toby removed his finger and laid on his bed exhausted and Shinning from
sweat and cum. He tried to get his breath.
Toby laid back on his pillow and closed his eyes.  His whole body has
aching from its ecstasy and his heart and willy were still pulsing.

_______________________________________

Meanwhile, in another bedroom.
_______________________________________

"ohhhhhhhhh Toby--!" The figure fell into the pillows and pulled the
sheet over its head.  The room was dark.  Only sound the sound of heavy
and the over wash of the radio could be heard.
The figure moved and two smooth legs popped put of the quilt.  The
Socked feet hit the carpet and padded across to the bathroom, which led
of f from its room.
A boy could be seen in the mirror, as the fluorescent light flicked into
action.
David stood staring at himself as he tried to catch is breath.

____________________________________________________
Well thats part 4.  part 5 is on the way.  Please feel free to drop me a
line
and let me know what you think.  Im not afraid of criticism, good or
bad.

thanks The Bard             papernquill@hotmail.com