Toby's Journal

As I walked home across the football from the “soft practice” my teammates and I had I just had to walk by the bleachers and to get a glimpse of Dean and Tommy underneath them.  I had an idea what they were doing but I just kept on walking home, with book and lacrosse bags in tow.

Once I got near my home, I saw that Ted’s car wasn’t there and figured that since mom was out of town, I could finally have the place to myself for once.

As I entered the house and disabled the alarms there was a note from Ted saying that he is out with some old friends and that if I wished since mom wasn’t around could have a beer and that’s it and if he didn’t see me tomorrow morning to be safe while on the road trip with the team.

I almost felt like crumpling up the note but thought differently in that Ted is finally trying to attempt to have a relationship with me after all these years as him being just a stepfather to me, so I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.

I went into Ted’s office and instead of grabbing a beer from the mini-fridge that he has in there, I took a glass and poured myself a nice shot of that $200 a bottle of bourbon that he loves, neat.

I took a sip of the whiskey and then sat at Ted’s command center: the place where he does countless hours at work at, or so he says.  He doesn’t go to the office much, unlike Patrick who was a workaholic and never around.  It was my chance on that fateful day that he was at home and stopped doing work to just play ball with me.  

I took a sip of the bourbon and said in Irish,“’duit daidí’ (to you dad), I’ll remember that this was your office and chair before it was Ted’s” as I sat down in the very office chair my father sat in so many years ago, with it papers scattered all over it along with photos of my mother and I on it.

As I sat down my drink, it must have hit the computer’s mouse a bit in that Ted’s PC came to life and asked for a simple four digit PIN number.

I was a bit shocked in that someone as security conscious as Ted would have such a simple PIN to unlock his computer.

I take another sip of Ted’s expensive bourbon and try to think of what PIN he would use to access it and I figured that I only had a few chances at it before being locked out of it.

I look around the top of my late father’s fine mahogany wood desk but saw nothing but a computer mouse, a keyboard and a keyboard.

I thought that such a wonderful piece of wooden craftsmanship should have a bit of wear and tear on it to give it its own distinct look because dad didn't mind having cluttered with papers and me playing with my toy cars and trucks bashing into it and scarring the wood with them. 

He just said to me "your giving it character Toby" as he got out from behind his desk and for a few minutes played with me as we bashed my toy cars into it but now Ted kept it cold and sterile just like him.

I nose more around my dad’s old desk some more that Ted currently uses.  I hit every wooden panel and edge of it in that I know that dad being him would have left something for me.

I think back to that day, the most painful day of my life.  I try to remember it as much as my mind tries to resist it.  I took a sip of the whiskey to try to calm it some and try to recall the brief moments before dad and I went outside to play ball.

It was all a blur to me but as I thought hard about it dad said to me “I’ll be right there Toby but I have to put this in safe keeping first” as he pounded hard on the side of his mahogany desk and a hidden panel opened up.

As he placed some papers and flat round shiny thing in there he got down low to my eye level and said “just our secret Toby and no one else’s, especially your mom and then said to me, "Is breá liom tú mac" (I love you son) now let’s go play some ball.”

I took another sip of the drink and tried to remember the exact spot that dad hit it at and eventually it did and the hidden compartment opened.  I took a quick glance at it and saw that it had mostly paper and stuff but as I dug around it until I found an old computer CD disc labeled “For Toby: Back Up Insurance: Just in Case.  Love Dad.”

I took the disk from the cabinet, slammed my drink, and got the hell out of Ted’s office.  I wanted to know what’s on his PC as well but that may be out of my level of expertise at the moment but at least dad gave me a start, I hope.

Ted eventually came home, he was in good spirits for once, maybe with mom gone for a few days made him not be the limp dick for once.  He smells of cigars and booze though.

He asked how I was feeling and had anymore heart issues.  I told him that I wasn’t and even though I’m on IR, I’m still expected to travel with the team overnight tomorrow.

Ted just nodded to me and said, “if I don’t see you tomorrow morning have a good road trip Toby.”

The next morning my routine started at the 5:30 AM with a moderate run about two miles or so and constantly checking my pulse as I did so; it never went above 115 bpm.

After the run, I ate my usual breakfast with a cup of nuked tea to drink, got dressed for a workout at the school gym and then left for school with my book and gear bag.

Jake was already in the locker room when I got there and changing into a jock when I got to my locker and changed into my jock and workout gear as well, and as usual we buddied up for our very light workout. Jake said he had a favor to ask of me, I asked him what it was.  He said it was a big one and if I didn’t want to, he’d understand.  I just said, “what the fuck is it ‘Scoundrel’?”

Jake said to me that he would like Monika to the Prom, but that Annette DiMarco has tag along as well so he wondered if I could be ‘Snooki’s’ date as well in that well he is hoping to bang her after it and said  “maybe ‘Snooki’ just might make a man of you yet, if you get my drift.  She seems the type.  All you have to do is put your rod in her snatch and let your natural male instincts take over.” 

I laughed and said, “sure.  If anything, Kathleen would be repulsed if I brought ‘Snooki’ over as my Prom date as she took photos of me placing a corsage on her fat left wrist."

Jake just smiles and winks at me by saying "that leaves her right wrist to be free to some something else unless you want you want your tool to smell like roses or petunias before you take Annette feminine virtue away."

I snicker and say "from what I can tell Annette's female virtue has already been taken away so yeah you are asking a lot bro but I’ll do it.”  

Jake gave me a soft punch in the bicep and said “thanks ‘Crop-Boy’’ as we continued our workout.

After our workout we showered and dressed for classes.  I’m now more comfortable showering together with other males in that I don’t’ have any sexual lust for them except for Jake.  At times I had taken a quick glance at Jake’s man junk as he showers and while his dick doesn’t fully chub up hard it does swell up some as he gives his low hanging balls a few gentle tugs down.

After showering Jake and I dry off and dress for our morning classes in that the team bus leaves at noon sharp for our six hour ride to the team’s away game in another state.  We dropped our gear bags by the trainer’s office so that they were preloaded into the team bus.

I went to my classes and in my third period one, Annette DiMarco insisted that she sits right next to me.  She was wearing a very low cropped top to show off her bit tits, and on occasion she placed her hand on my lap very close to my junk and gave it a hard rubbing and then squeeze.  I gave her a dirty look and then she knocked it off.

Finally it was 11:45 AM so it was time for the team and I to get on the bus for our away game.  Our lacrosse gear was loaded into its cargo bay so all I did was carry my book bag into the bus.  We lined up to board the bus.  Jake being Jake cut ahead of the other guys and got right ahead to me and said, “I’m not fucking riding six hours with nobody else next to me except you ‘Crop-Boy’”.

We made for two free seats. Stashed our gear in the overhead spaces and sat down in them.  Once the team was loaded, the driver started the engine and our six-hour road trip started, and then less than a minute later in that were still on school property the driver drove the bus back to where we loaded onto it and then suddenly stopped.

Once the bus stopped Coach Morrow stood up and said “Harris, O’Malley, come forward please."

 I got out of my seat and did, and so did Harris, who was like me and IR.  

We went forward to Coach Morrow where he said to Harris and I, “sorry guys you can’t come along.  I’m sorry.  Harris asked why, and Coach Morrow blankly said to us, “I don’t fucking like it Rick and Toby.  Word comes from the AD.  The school’s athletic budget barely allows for this program to exist at all, so they are always looking for means to save a penny, which means that only active players can come.  Sorry men, now go get your stuff.”

I went back to my seat and Jake has a confused look on his face.  He asked me what was up.  I told him that I’m not coming due to some school budget bullshit.  Jake got pissed in that this school treats this lacrosse program like shit while all the money is blown on the lousy football and baseball teams.

I told him that I don’t fucking like it either, and I didn’t because I was so hoping on Jake and I sharing yet another shitty motel room together and being in my bed while we both streamed MFM or Bi porn on his tablet and hopefully see him with a full hardon before he went to the bathroom to take care of his “manly business”.

Coach Morrow shouts “Harris, O’Malley hustle it up, grab your stuff.  Your gear bags have already been offloaded.  See you both at Monday’s practice.”

I gave Jake one last look in the face and said, “take care ‘Scoundrel’, play a good game” as I Harris and I got off the bus.

Both Harris and I stood silently as the bus departed and once it was gone I just picked up my gear bag and walked home.  Harris asked me if I was going back to classes.  I just said, “no”.

I walked across the football field as it is my shortcut home.  As I approached my house I saw Ted’s car in the driveway, along with a beat-up blue Honda Civic.  I found it odd in that usual Fridays Ted is out of the house and onsite at the business he ran, either the O’Malley’s restaurant’s or gyms but this time he home.

I entered the house and dropped my gear in the foyer.  I walked to Ted’s office to see if he was there.  He wasn’t but that there were two glasses of whiskey on his desk, ruining the wood of it might I add with a possibly ruining its fine wood veneer with a wet glass ring.  I quickly took them off of it and placed them in the kitchen instead but with taking a sip of them.  One had bourbon, the other had straight up tequila in it.

I went up the stairs to my room and as I approached it, I was hearing voices and noises coming from mom and Ted’s bedroom.  I got closer to it so what I could hear what was going on.  I stood by bedroom’s open door and I could the moaning and sucking and slurping sounds of a guy having his cock blow.

I may be a virgin and have only jacked myself off as my carnal knowledge but I had seen enough straight, bi, and gay movies to know what a guy getting a blow job sounds like.

As I heard the moaning and sucking my cock got hard in my underwear and shorts.  The more I heard I started rubbing on my gear unit my rod was stiff in my shorts.  I even shoved my hand into my shorts and underwear to give my dick a few strokes and I could feel my pre oozing from it.

As I slowly stroke, I hear Ted’s voice say in a low soft voice, “yeah that’s it.  Suck my cock nice, wet, and hard.  Get it ready for your hole.”

Hearing Ted say that now got me extra hard in that I never thought of him as being such a sexual being in that as far as I knew he and Kathleen never have or had sex.

He told me that their marriage was more out of convenience rather than love but now it looked like Ted was getting some “loving” or at least paying for it, while mom was in Asheville.  I listened more because the sounds and Ted’s voice turned me on so much that I unzipped the fly from my baggy cargo shorts and pulled my cock out from the fly of my boxer briefs and yeah, my cock head was all swollen up, as my cock was sticking straight up hard and there was pre constantly leaking from my piss slit.

I gave my rod a few more tugs in that I was so turned on by Ted having his cocked sucked by the gal he probably paid a hundred bucks to blow his cock and then that’s when things got interesting.

As I’m slowly tugging on my hard chub, using my pre as lube I heard and effeminate male voice say to Ted, “sí Papi Ted.  I want to get your big cock all nice and wet for my hole.  Now get down there and get it already for su chorizo grande papi”.

I about nutted right there in that Ted is having sex some Hispanic queer prostitute on the very bed that he and my mom sleep on.  

I don’t know if I was turned on or disgusted by the thought of it in that I know Kathleen in that she doesn’t exactly hold gays or persons from Latin America in the highest regard unless they are from Spain or Cuba but now my stepfather is about to fuck a Hispanic man.

I shoved my still hard dick back into my cargo shorts and underwear and pull out my cellphone to record the audio of what was to happen next.

As I was recording the audio I heard Ted say to his “spic” manitute say, “lay face down on the bed, I’ll get your hole ready for my chorizo grande you dirty wetback.”  The beaner immediately replied “I love it when mi Papi Ted talks dirty to me before he rims and fucks me” in a very effeminate and thick Hispanic voice.

While I didn’t see what was happening next, but I had heard enough of his Latino gigolo say to him, “that’s it Papi Ted, get my hole ready for su chorizo.  Eat my man cunt.”

And this is where I gained some real “testicular fortitude” and decided that I could use to what Ted was doing to the wetback manwhore to my advantage: I so want the fuck out of this house now and Ted is giving me the way out by his own actions.

I stopped recording the audio and switched my cellphone to camera mode.  I made sure that the flash was off as well as the shutter click it makes was off and then started to take a few pics of Ted and his new “male friend” while immediately backing them up to “The Cloud”.

Ted ate the beaner’s “Man Taco” for a few minutes and god knows what else and from what I can tell the dago loved it by constantly moaning as Ted rimmed him as he was humping my mom’s bed with his cock.

I took a peek in the bedroom to see that Ted had gotten his gay Latino’s gigolo’s mancunt all nice and loose in that he had started to breed the hell of it by fucking it vigorously by seeing him breeding it hard with his balls smacking loud on the wetback’s ass.

The Latino manwhore screamed out at Ted, “sí Papi Ted, fuck my ass hard.  Dame su chorizo grande en mi culo, hay Papi Ted, necesito más, dámelo todos.  Fuck me hard Papi Ted.”

And when I heard that I got my cellphone ready.

From what I could tell Ted withdrew his cock from the Hispanic man hooker’s ass jacked off his cock and jizzed his load all over the dago’s body.

At this point I jumped out from the side of mom and Ted’s bedroom, said in my best Alec Guinness/Ewan McGregor impersonation of Obi-wan Kenobi and said “hello there took several quick cellphone photos with the flash and with Ted and the mantitute looking startled as they both looked right into it.

I then switched over to a more ominous voice to tell Ted that he has five minutes to get his little hot tamale of Latino male fuckboy out of my mother’s and late father’s house or that I’ll drag out that queer spic manwhore by his nut sacs on my own…