Toby's Journal

At 5:30 AM the next morning I woke up to a throbbing and an even more throbbing cock in that I was mildly hung over from the beers and Ted’s very potent bourbon and probably the biggest morning wood I have ever had.  I pull my sheets back to see that my dick was stiff in my sleep shorts and a big wet spot in them.  When I lifted the waistband of them up I could see that had a massive wet dream during the night in that my dried cum was all over my treasure trail and pubes, and that my hard cock was still leaking pre-cum.  I laid back in bed, gave my cock a few gentle strokes and massaged my balls a bit until it quickly shot out yet another batch of my baby batter.  After I came, I used one of my old jocks as a cum rag to wipe my shot spooge from my lower abs, treasure trail and pubes, got out of bed and then changed for my morning run by putting on a runner’s jock, tee, running shorts, tee-shirt, running shoes an most important my smart watch to monitor my heart rate.

As I was about to go for a run, mom was already awake and making coffee.  We said good morning to one another, and as I was to apologize for yesterday, she just raised her hand and said “that was yesterday, Sean Tobias, today is a new day for the both of us.  Go enjoy your run before school but be careful baby and don’t over do it.”  I told her, “I won’t mom” as I pointed to my watch then went out the door to go have a run.

I kept it simple, a nice steady pace while listening to the soothing sounds and voice of Edith Piaf on my ear buds.

As I ran around my subdivision, I was always checking my heartbeat.  My pulse never went over 115 bpm and I barely broke a sweat.  As I was running back home, to get ready for school I made a quick dash to the front door of my house, checked my watch to see my heartbeat never got 125 bpm.  I smiled and said to myself “looks good to me” as I went into the house to take a quick shower to wash the sweat and shot cum off of me before heading back to school.

Once dressed I went to the kitchen where mom made me my usual breakfast, including a cup of coffee.  I asked her if we had any tea instead because Jake recommended, I drink that instead in that a lower caffeine level than coffee, which is a stimulant as well as a diuretic.  She smiles at me and says “sure thing baby, I think that we have some Earl Gray around here someplace.  If not I’ll pick you up some when I go to the store” and smiled at me.

I smiled back at her and said “thanks mom.”

She had to add in “nuking water in microwave is no proper way have tea, tomorrow I’ll boil that water and make you a proper cup of tea just like your Maw Maw Mary used to make.  Morning tea is probably the best thing those Imperial Brits brought to Ireland.”

I laughed and said in very bad Irish ‘fuair mama ceart sin’ (you got that right mom). 

Once my nuked tea was done. I took a sip of it and it actually tasted pretty good.  No wonder Jean-Luc Picard liked drinking it so much on “Star Trek”.

As I ate breakfast my mom watched me eat.  She was quiet, which was unusual for her and once I was done with it, she said “Ted and I talked last night and yes Toby its time that you got a car to check out colleges over your summer break.  Now go see him, he wants a word with you before going to school.  He is in his office.”

I went to Ted’s office.  He was on a conference call with his business partners in Europe, but I heard him say “I’m gonna put this call on mute for a moment.  My son just came in.  Y’all have a quick break for five minutes or so.”  Ted then paused his conference call and said to me “’how ya feeling kid? You don’t look so bad to me’”.   I just smiled and replied back to Ted, “I’m feeling good Ted, and in a way too good.  I may have a bum ticker but rest of me feels good, my head hurt some from the drink, but let’s just say that my most vital equipment to ensure that the O’Malley bloodline continues on.

He then said “while we never had a talk about ‘the birds and the bees’ because that’s a talk a father should have with a son but I’m taking that you had a wet dream last night?”  I blushed a bit and said “yeah.”  Ted then said to me “it’s nothing to be ashamed about Toby.  You are a health and virile young man.  I had them as well when I was your age.”  Ted then added in “as far as I know you aren’t seeing any girls.”  I blushed again and said “no.  Not anyone at the moment, it’s kind of difficult, especially when the babes expect the boy to drive to some private location.  I don’t think Kathleen would approve of me losing my virginity unless she was in the room in me.”

Ted laughed and said “you got that right.  Have a good day back at school and safe practice.  If anything happens give me a call ok Toby.”  I said back, “ok Ted.  I sure will, and thanks.”

I went on to school to use the gym there for a quick muscle work out before class.  As I went into the locker room the guys in there gave me a quick look and welcomed me back.  A lot of them have me a hug and messed up my hair.  As I went to my locker I hear a booming voice say from behind me “hey there ‘Crop-Boy’.  I turned around to see Jake standing there with his gear bag and my dick got hard again in my underwear when I saw him.

I just said, “hey there ‘Scoundrel’’.

He says “are you back?  Can you play?”  I told Jake that I can practice and participate with the team but for now I’m so IR so can’t play for now.

Jake then said “that’s good enough for me” as hustled towards me and gave me a big tight hug and said “I missed you Toby, as well as the team.”

As Jake was tightly hugging me I thought he would feel my fully erect boner underneath my shorts and underwear but I swear he had one as well in that for a fraction of a second I could feel his boner grinding against mine.  After I felt Jake’s manhood rubbing against mine, he broke off our hug and said “welcome back buddy.  Ready for a workout before class.”

I just said “fuck yeah”.

Jake and I stripped down nude in order to change into our gym jocks.  My dick was still hard, but I didn’t care.  I took a quick at Jake’s privates to see that he had a full on chubby as well.  Jake noticed that I was looking at his dick and said “morning wood, didn’t have time to take care of it this morning, you Toby.”

I just blush again but I know Jake well enough by now that he is pretty open about “spilling his seed” and his constant onanism by lying and said “with everything going on with me Jake right now, after being probed and prodded by quacks, I’ve haven’t been the mood to take care of my ‘manly business.”

Jake just says as he puts on his workout jock and I see him to adjust his hard dick into it, give his nuts a good squeeze as well to make sure that his “family jewels” fit in it comfortably and said to me “totally understand ‘Crop-Boy’ but Rosarita Sanchez is constantly asking me on how you are doing.  Seems that that big boobed and loose hole Latina has the hots for you.” 

I just said “good to know” as I put on my own jock, adjusted to accommodate my still raging boner and dress for a quick workout.

Both Jake and I stretch together before it.  Even so much as we have our feet planted against one another and pull on each other’s arm to stretch out our backs.  We look at one another as we do so.  I know that I’m still hard in my jock as we do so and wonder if Jake is as well in his in that his baggy gym shorts are concealing what is underneath it.

Once done Jake and I both work on our upper bods.  He strips off his shirt and does pull ups.  I see him and his bare chest go up and down ten times and barely break a sweat, while I opted for the butterfly machine to work my pecs.  During breaks my reps I checked my watch to see my heartrate and it never got over 100.

As Jake and I changed places I stripped off my shirt as well and did an aggressive set of ten pull ups easily. Jake was watching me and said, “not so bad ‘Crop-Boy’.”  Once done with them I said to Jake “I am fucking feeling like taking on ‘The Empire’ or Frau Schmidt’s algebra class, not sure which is worse though.” Jake laughed at my comment as the thirty minute bell rang before classes started.

Jake asked if I was going to shower before class and as much I would love to shower with Jake I said “I can’t right now. I gotta give the Admins my medical excuse and Coach Wilson my limitations in that I’m on a medical IR for now.

Jake just to me, “ohh you don’t know don’t you?  I understand you have your own medical issues to deal with as well, but Coach Wilson’s son was born prematurely by a month or so, so he took a LOA.  It’s been Coach Morrow running the practices for now, but the baby boy is doing well and was named Timothy Tobias.”

I replied back to Jake, “nice names.  They mean ‘God’s Honor’ and ‘God is Good’ in Greek and Hebrew.  I better get going.  See you at lunchtime?”

Jake just said back “you know it ‘Crop-Boy’ I’m not scarfing down the ‘Wednesday Wuhan’ Chinese food special without you.  I’m still looking forward when a pangolin erupts from the chest from a nerd from the computer club.

I just laugh in that Jake knows his movies and say “I gotta go ‘Scoundrel’.”

I quickly dressed out of my gym clothes and got dressed for classes.  As I pulled off my gym shorts, I saw that my cock got softer but as I looked down at the pouch of my jock strap it had a wet spot in it so instead of changing out of it I kept it on and just put by boxer briefs on over it, then quickly got dressed.

I gave the schools nurse my medical excuse then knocked went by Coach Morrow’s office and once I came in he stood and said “I’m so sorry about the other day Toby.  I am.  I had absolutely no idea that would happen to you.”  I just said back “I know Coach, it’s not your fault, nor is Coach Wilson’s.  You didn’t know and neither did I.  Shit happens.  

“My doc gave me clearance to practice and attend team functions, but he placed me on IR, so I can’t play for now.  My tests were inconclusive, and they have theories.  I can’t say much more than that due to HIPPA and all.  Coach Morrow said to me that he understood and welcomed me back to the team, even if I was on IR.

I just said “thank you Coach. I want to be back and be a part of the team and help out in any way I can for now.  My mom gave me permission to.  I just need the papers for her to sign to make it official to absolve the team, the school, and the school district of any legal liabilities.  It’s just paperwork for now but in a few weeks, I’ll be eighteen soon, and so legally I can make those decisions for myself soon.”  

Coach Morrow said to me “I’ll have the necessary paperwork ready for you Toby for your mom to sign.  Welcome back ‘Crop-Boy’ but you will have to wear a yellow jersey during practices though as a sign that no one player can have physical contact with you and I’m pairing you up with Jake and Jensen on the Attacker Line, to see how you boys do.”

I replied back “while yellow is not exactly my favorite color I understand Coach. I just want to be a part of the team and be with my teammates and thank you Coach.

Coach Wilson then replied back “you’ll have the documents ready for your mom to sign by the end of the day, I’ll make sure of it Toby.  See you at practice.”

I said “thanks Coach” and left his office.

All throughout the school day, my classmates and even people I didn’t know were coming up to me and either patting me on the shoulder or for some of the girls, giving me big hugs with their boobs hitting on my chest and yeah I have to admit I got a bit of a boner from all the titty hugs, especially from Rosarita Sanchez in that she probably has the one of the biggest sets of knockers in the school.

During lunchtime, where the “meal” today was “Wuhan Wednesday’s Chinese food, Jake and I sat together.  He wanted to know all about my hospital stay and what the doctors had to say about my heart.  I filled him on my diagnoses and told him that I could have either AHS or HCM, they weren't sure but one is reversible but the other isn't because it's genetic and something I inherited from my deceased father, especially since he died at such a young age and that the men in the O'Malley family tend to die at a young age as well then I go by quoting the movie “Blade Runner" by saying “the light that burns. . 

Jake jumps in to finish the quote by saying to me “. . .twice as bright burns half as long.”

I tear up and said to Jake “I'm fucking scared Jake.  I don't want to drop dead in my twenties, or in front of my kid when I am in my thirties, like my dad.”

Jake then said, “Toby look at me.”  I did and looked straight into his azure blue eyes as he went on “don't think that way.  It's not good for you.  You have to be positive about this and if that means that you have to stop playing then stop.  Rich Peverly did it so can you.  Just look out for yourself Toby.  One day I would love to ask you to be the Best Man at my wedding.”

I said back to Jake “same here.  There was no way to be sure for now though.  Who’s Rich Peverly?”.

Jake tells me who he is and if I have to give up playing lacrosse then I should in that there are other opportunities to contribute to the game. 

Jake went on to recommend that I get a genetic test done, and if I had any living paternal male relatives that I can have DNA compared to.  I said that I do in that I have an uncle, my father's youngest brother who was twelve years younger than him, but he lives a few other states away.

Jake recommended that I contact him and see if he will take one and that he has taken one with his dad's blessing to find any long-lost relatives, or even his own mother.

At that time, the bell rings so we have fifteen minutes to get to our classes.  Jake said to me “we better get going.”  I said, “sure but I don’t have your phone number, want to exchange them?” We did and I listed Jake as “Scoundrel” and me as “Crop-Boy.”

The second half of the school day was as eventful as the first part of it.   was just eager to get back on the field again.

Once lacrosse practice started Jake and I were back in the locker room, stripping then putting on our gear.  I see him put on his lacrosse jock, one with a soft cup to protect his nads and a pair of white compression shorts over it then his lacrosse game practice shorts.  I did the same.

The jock I wear is one that professional NHL players use for “protection" but while Jake's jock strap was a straight up soft cup attached to waist and rear end straps while mine removable soft cup so I could wear it with or without it.  Most of the time I wore it without it in that it somehow makes warms my “nuggets" to cause them swell up and sweat and I might add my cock is leaking pre into it as I write this.

Jake and I put on our pads next.  We help one another to make sure that our arm and chest guards are secure, then put on the custom jerseys that he got made for us and as we are about to exit the locker room to hit the field Coach Morrow comes in and says “you guys can't wear those, only school issued jerseys are allowed.

At that point, all my teammates put their jerseys on and they all had “Star Wars” related nicknames or call signs.  Our Team Captain had “Red Leader" on his, and my other teammates had “Goldenrod", “Wedge", “Hobbie”, “Biggs", and so on and with Dean being Dead he had one with “Worshipfulness" on his.

Jake said to Coach Morrow, “seems that we all have unsanctioned school jerseys on Coach, our regular ones must be missing or something.  Practice can be cancelled though until they show up.  I got a few more episodes of “Real Housewives of New York to binge watch.”

Coach Morrow the silently said “fuck” and then “get your fucking asses on the field ‘Nerf-Herders’ and if the athletic director and Coach Wilson find out about this it I'll probably get fired.  Toby you are still wearing that fucking yellow jersey though.”

I said, “will do coach.”
 
The team cheers together and we hit the field and as we do so I asked him if he had something to do with this.  He said to me as gave be a big smile and said “maybe. Now let's get to work.”

I practiced with the team. It finally felt good to be back on field with my teammates. 

Coach Morrow set up our plays and game strategy for our away game this Saturday afternoon against our opponents.

 
We looked at it, got in place and ran the drills.  Jake and I were both attackers as well as “Red Leader”.

 
We ran the plays, and if they weren’t good enough then we ran them again. 

Then the Midfields line was up to practice, so it was a chance to check my heart rate. My heartbeat was within a normal range as I took a swig of Gatorade.

Coach Morrow shouts out “attackers vs defense now and shouted that our goalie Dean (why is it that goalies are the weird prima donnas in sports) “Your Worshipfulness get in the net box.”

We run the play as Jake and I pass the ball to one another, then to “Red Leader” until he passes it back to me and I shoot it right about Dean’s ear and into the goal.

Jake, “Red Leader” and I give a group hug to one another, and we broke it off I hear clapping from the sidelines.  It was my mom and Ted.   I hold op my stick to acknowledge them and smiled in that this was the first time I ever remembered them both ever attending either a practice or game of mine.

Practice continued for another half hour or so. And once it was done, we all hit the showers and this time I had no issues bathing with my teammates.  The “Drama Queen” Dean gave me a few dirty looks, which was fine.  He isn’t my type anyways.

Coach Morrow came in as we were dressing to say good practice to us and that we look on to taking on last year’ state champion and that we will be leaving at noon on Friday, take the six-hour drive across the state, spend the night, and immediately return after the game the following day so tomorrow’s practice was cancelled in that he wants us fit and sharp for Saturday’s game practice.
 
Coach Morrow then adds that I will be a long even though I’m on IR in that it was still riding with the team and gave me my parental consent forms for my mom to sign.

I said, “yes Coach, someone has to keep ‘Scoundrel’ in line.”  When I said that I felt Jake softly punch me in the arm and said, “I hope so.  I wouldn’t bunk with anyone else.”

After I finished dressing and walked out of the school for the short walk home, I heard a car horn honk at me, and I looked at it and saw that it was mom and Ted in it.  I approached the car and Ted popped the trunk so I could put my gear in it.  Once I got in it Mom said to me “hi baby, how are doing?  You looked really good out there” with Ted adding in “you sure can shoot the ball Toby.”

I said “thanks mom and Ted.  I wasn’t expecting you all to come by.”  Ted added that it was mom’s idea.

I looked at my watch to see the time and usually at this time Kathleen is on her second Vodka Tonics and third cigarette while on the phone talking to Aunt Maureen but instead of making a smart assed comment, I let it slide in that maybe there was hope for these two to take a break from their usual self-absorbed lives and actually show interest in me for once. 

Maybe it took me nearly fucking dying to finally for Ted and Kathleen actually showed some interest and concern for me because they sure as fucking hell never really did before. 

I snapped back to the conversation and thanked them for coming by, and added “as you saw mom, Coach has me wearing a yellow jersey, so no player can touch me.  I’m playing it safe mom.”

Kathleen said “I saw baby.  You have the papers for me to sign” and I passed them to her.

I saw mom read over them, roll down the window of the car, light up a cigarette with her lighter and then light the papers that I handed her on fire and then throw them out the window.  She turned to me and with tears in her usually dead and emotional eyes said, “I’m sorry Sean Tobias, I can’t."

I shouted “Ted, stop the fucking car!!!  Do it the fuck now!!!”  Ted being the usual limped dick said back to me “Toby, I’m in traffic, I can’t.”

I then shouted “then pull the fuck over Ted into a lot.  I want out.  Kathleen and I need to talk like right fucking now!!”

Ted pulled the car over.  I got out and as I tried to take out my gear from the trunk it wouldn’t open.  I pounded on Ted’s car and shouted, “open the fucking trunk, Ted!!”  He did.

As I grabbed my bags Kathleen got out of the car and yelled at me “where are you going Sean Tobias!  Get back in the fucking car!”

I looked at her and said “No!  Somehow, I had a feeling that you would pull this stunt; that’s what I get for trusting someone from the Ryan Clan even its my own fucking mother!  Good thing Patrick didn’t fully trust them or you either."

And with that remark Kathleen's face lit up with both shock and anger for a moment before starting to cry.  She new I hit a nerve with her because what I said was true.  

I went on by shouting at her “my eighteenth birthday is only a few weeks away which means I can access the Irrevocable Trust Fund that dad left me; money that you cannot fucking touch and fucking control!!

"It has about two million dollars in it, give or take: enough to start a new life away the fuck from you Kathleen because Patrick knew us O’Malley men have a short lifespan!

“I’ll crash at friend’s houses until then or maybe live at a homeless shelter, or if things get tight, I just may become a male prostitute, giving hand or blow jobs to bored faggot businessmen that travel to this town for quick cash because you and Ted would probably cut me off my credit cards!

“I’m sure that there would be a great three-hour conversation today with Aunt Maureen while you binge drink Vodka Tonics and chain smoke!!”. 

I never flinched while I stared angrily straight into Kathleen’s eyes and what and saw here the tears run down her eyes while I never wept a tear and the only emotion I was showing was total anger and contempt towards her.

She broke it off and said “okay Sean Tobias, you fucking win. I’ll sign your fucking papers tomorrow when you bring me new ones. Now get in the fucking car!”

I shouted “no Kathleen, I’m not getting the fucking car into you sign them now!!  Good thing I brought the originals.  You burned up a photocopy of them because I had a feeling you would pull this fuck stunt.

“Dad may have married a Ryan but he never fucking trusted them or you and with that I agree with him on that” as I pulled the original documents that Coach Morrow gave me for Kathleen to sign out of my book bag and shouted at Ted “a fucking pen for Kathleen, Ted” and opened them up and smacked them down on the car’s hood.

Kathleen quickly signed them.

I just said “good.  Now I'll get back in the fucking car, and by the way the team has an overnight roundtrip this weekend that I am required to attend but I’m sure you and Aunt Maureen will have a good time in Asheville as well.  Now who is hungry? I’m sure the fuck am.” . .