Ticci Toby Age Novels & Stories

A small voice rose from the silence, catching our attention. All eyes turned to one of the tents as a small child with slick brown hair peeked his head from the side of the entrance. The kid gently pushed the curtain aside, only to run to Tommy who fell back to his knees. Embracing each other, I realized just how close the two really were. Tobby was also much younger than I first thought; the boy seemed to be around nine or ten years old, much too young to be out here all alone with these people.

Stacy was simply amazing. “Only where - at Jason’s mansion...that is all I know. I don’t know when,” I lifted my shoulders and stared at Toby when I suddenly realized something. “It is not Friday night, why is Toby performing?” “Oh! The hottie you were just making out with? And to answer your question - the birthday guy’s party was planned a few days back, and they asked for live performance,” Stacy explained and went to get an order on the far side of the counter.

“And how old is he now?” “Four,” Tears stung my eyes. Toby’s lost in this world like I was when mama took me in. I don't know where I’d be if it hadn’t been for her. “How old do you have to be to adopt?” Mama choked on her swallow of tea. “Cali, why are you asking?” I shrug. “I’m curious, that’s all,” “Well older than sixteen, that’s for sure,” After we got home and ate dinner I went to my room. I couldn’t stop thinking about Toby and how we were so much alike.

He giggled and pushed my face away but held onto my cheeks. “Happy?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “Happy” I nodded and pouted my lips. He rubbed his little fingers over my cheeks and stared at me. Toby sees himself as my little protector. He is always so worried about my happiness. He growls at anyone who raises their voice with me. He pushes people to get them out of my way. Recently he has taken to hitting anyone that touches me, besides our family members of course. His protective instincts are rivalled only by that of his namesake. Tobias would be proud of the little force of nature that Toby is becoming.

Toby looks back and forth between them, then steps forward. His green eyes are glassy, the muscles in his neck tight. His cock is so hard it looks painful. He licks his lips and says, with the slightest quiver in his voice, “So… my turn?” He’s trying to play it cool, but the excitement is written all over him. I lean forward and give his cock a slow stroke. “Your turn,” I whisper.

Leo melted into her, his limbs loosening, hiccups fading into soft coos. She smiled without realizing it. “Hey, little man,” she whispered. “You’re supposed to be napping.” She kissed his head. He responded by kicking his feet, tears forgotten, fingers curling into her shirt. That was when she felt it. The weight of another presence. Toby. He sat in the corner, his small body folded inward, arms wrapped tight around a teddy bear. His shoulders sadly hunched for a four year old, chin pressed down. He hadn’t moved around much since she arrived.

His face tightened with raw pleasure, jaw clenched, a deep guttural groan rumbling from his chest as he held her firmly against him. Toby’s cock was now standing straight out of his hips – a full 12” massive black cock, with a sleek, thick shaft, topped off with an oversized mushroom tip. He turned back to me and said, “See what I mean? All beautiful women deserve to enjoy their time in Jamaica.” His tone was low, smooth, and teasing, the words delivered with a seductive drawl that made them feel like an invitation.

All that mattered was— “I am serious, guys. We have more pressing issues than you devouring each other.” I hated that voice. I hated that person. Whoever was interrupting my way to heaven, I hated them. “If you guys do not stop, I will call the paparazzi.” Lily immediately pulled back, and I almost cried. I turned to glare at Toby, who was sitting on my chair, swinging from side to side. People usually thought Toby was nice and quiet, but only I knew who he really was. He was a bloodsucking demon who had no respect for me.

Of course, she had no idea where they were living now, and to be frankly honest, neither did she care. “So what do you think they’re like now?” she asked Toby, who was busy sticking his tongue out. “Nicolas would be twenty-eight by now,” she murmured to herself, picturing the young Nicolas when she last saw him when he was fifteen years old. “The triplets?” She watched Toby wagging his tail as he was sniffing something of interest. “They’d be what? Twenty-six?” The picture of the three when they were thirteen flashed in her mind. “What about Hayden and the twins?” Hayden would be twenty-four by now, and the twins, Alaina and Darcy, would be twenty-two.

Emily eyes widen in realization, uncle John, her aunt's friend. " You are Tobias, the black haired boy. Why is your hair ......" " I dyed it blonde, I do not want to remember anything from my past including myself", Tobi sighs, he raise himself from the floor with the help of the bench Emily is sitting on. " No doubt, I could not recognize you", Emily replies. Once he manage to steady his breathing and regain his composure, Tobi smiles. " How long have you been here?", Emily asks. " That depends on the time. I lost track since I last counted a month so....", Tobi shrugs, he rack his fingers through his hair and pull at it.