Ticci Toby Novels & Stories

Tobi was one of the softer-hearted guards- he liked to give Nicoli rocks that looked interesting from the outside. Tobi was also gullible. He never had kids of his own- so he never learned how honestly mischievous they could be. Thus, Nicoli couldn't have asked for a more perfect candidate than Tobi. “Tobi, I have a confession to make.” Nicoli made the effort of pouting as if this were the hardest thing to say—all a performance, of course. I have to sell it. Nicoli knew. Because his life depended on it now, he had a mission.

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.

I say and take the glass from him, avoiding touching his fingers. “So, I heard we are all leaving for Bristol tomorrow?” Toby starts the conversation according to our plan. “We?” Theo asks in confusion. “Yes. Are you forgetting Mr. Anderson? I am one of your investors. I would help Izzy here to select art works for your new project. Right, Izzy?” Toby asks. “Yes. Toby is a wonderful artist. The portrait over there, he made it.” I say, and Olivia’s face softens a bit. “It looks great.” Theo says, as if confessing a sin.

Elliot didn't want to, his girlfriend of four years had just dumped him, he couldn't go clubbing. Toby smacked his head playfully and told him "partying is the best way to get over a break-up" "I beg to differ." He replied but Toby didn't care. He pulled Elliot in. Buzzing with people, loud music and drinks, Elliot and Toby pushed their way through the crowd to find the VIP section, but they didn't sit for long and before he knew it, Elliot Cyrus was partying and drinking with other girls. Tara was really gone. ~~~~~

It’s not as if I can stick my hand down my pants and rearrange myself. Fuck when did my Tatey-Baby become such a goddess? And, when did I start having sexual fantasies about her? Wrong. So damn wrong! “I might drop in and see her during lunch.” Tobias says, his face blushing which is kinda cute, it clashes with his copper hair. I wish Tammy would give him a chance because Tobias is one of life’s really nice guys. He’s polite, considerate, has a heart of gold, a wicked sense of humor and is just an all-round great guy. She could do worse.

I was 23 and Toby was 24 in this story. I’d arrived at the summer camp in Canada with excitement in my veins. Ditching my shit job for a summer of fun is just what I needed. I was going to be a camp counsellor along with a load of other young people. One guy, Toby, kinda stood out, he was from Michigan, and he’d played lacrosse in high school. He was handsome in a slightly goofy way. He has bushy brown hair and he was tall, athletic.

Toby's snout was a few inches ahead of me. I cackled when I felt Mitch pushing through. My human was an athlete too, while Toby's human was a delinquent in his high school days, smoking marijuana and fucking girls. My human trained his muscles hard and pushed them to the limits, but still, I pushed Mitch back. I didn't need his strength to beat Toby.

I made sure my voice was slow intentionally, so it would sound as deadly as I was feeling. And I waited for the storm to break. It took a moment for Garrick to look at Toby, and when he did, I saw the shift in his expression. “Toby? What are you doing here?” He asked. Hmm, so it was true. They were truly cousins. Well, that didn't account for Toby ending here to deliver Ridge’s message. It could only mean he was a traitor, and that extended to Garrick. I signalled to the men that brought Toby in to kick Garrick down and they did.

There’s a shift behind me, the sound of something being uncapped, and then something cold and slick drips onto my asshole. Lube. My breath hitches as he works it in, his fingers sliding easier now, deeper. The stretch burns, but it’s a good burn, a needy burn, and I can feel my body loosening for him, my muscles relaxing despite the size. “Look at her,” Toby says, his voice thick with arousal. I can hear him stroking himself, the wet sounds of his hand on his cock. “She’s fucking begging for it.” Rico chuckles, his fingers pressing in deeper, twisting. “She is. And she’s gonna get it.” His free hand slides down my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the mattress. “Stay

"Oh? It's interesting. Already, I didn't like his tone. "Don't begin," Darian cautioned. Innocently, Toby raised his hands. "I'm not going to start anything." then turned back to face me right away. "You really came from Taryn Reed, then?" I tensed up a little. "Yes." He gave a low whistle. "That man is a complete mess." I blinked. "Yes." Toby nodded as if we were in agreement about the weather. "I hope you get over that." I frowned. "Healing?" Darian looked at him.