Ticci Toby X Ben Novels & Stories

I sat frozen in the armchair, Micah’s shirt clinging damply to my thighs, my body still buzzing from the raw scene I’d witnessed. Toby’s cum was dripping down Micah’s thigh as they both caught their breath on the couch. That single word kept echoing in my head. Kitten. Toby had called me kitten while staring straight at me with that dark, filthy smirk. There’s no way he’s the Ghostface guy… right? Micah let out a satisfied groan as Toby slowly pulled out of him, a thick trail of cum dripping down Micah’s thigh. Toby tucked himself back into his pants casually, like he hadn’t just fucked my best friend in front of me.

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.

The table in the middle of the booth is filled with food and drinks. “So, guys, this is Isaac,” Ben introduces me. “He’s going to be on the crew from tomorrow.” “On the crew?” one of the guys asks, his eyes widening as they take me in. Ben nods. “Yeah. He’ll be working mostly with Terry,” he looks at me. “Right?” “Yeah,” I reply. Terry is the band’s manager.

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.

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

"If you do, we'll miss the afterparty. I'll go get changed—Don't run off." "Promise," grinned Sy, accepting his own bottle of water from Cynthia. I noticed how Toby took tentatively by Sy as I sidled away through the backstage crew. As far as I knew, Toby still hadn't had so much as a conversation with Sy since we'd been on tour, in a bizarre and sudden case of starstruck shyness. Strong, bold Toby, completely at a loss.

“Nope. I don’t think so.” “Then loosen up a bit. Can’t get you in trouble.” She gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Do you have a joint?” “Yap. Need some?” “Nope. Take some swigs and it will help you relax.” “Nope. I need to distribute when sober.” “Hey ladies?” Dre joins us with two other men. “Hey Dre.” We answer in unison. “This is Troy and this is Ken. They are your drivers.” “Okay.” “We get to work?”

She saw him on that fateful day. He chuckled while walking to her, stretched his hands and said, "I'm Charles, Robinson's best friend and personal assistant. Do enjoy your stay here." The end of the statement had a sarcastic string to it.

I agreed, smiling as I watched T-Jay do what he did best. "You're sure that guy is dating one of your boyfriend's brothers?" Tobi asked, raising an eyebrow as if to tell me to stop fucking around. "The one who came with you to Sunday gossip breakfast?" he clarified, his lips curved upward in a smile. I nodded, a grin spreading across my face as I watched T-Jay's lips move in sync with the music. "Yeah, same one." Tobi shrugged, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "The guy seemed sweet, but he looked like trouble to me."

I grinned at Ainsley look, she could not deny or accept what Tiffany was saying without exposing herself that she really did sleep with Toby. “You are such a bitch.” Ainsley scoffed as I winces. She would not have resulted to that. “And you are such a tramp.” Tiffany returned. “Or would you have preferred Whore?” “Clearly she is better if she can trade insults, I don’t think we need to stage a united force against the producer of this show. Yes someone who is sick is among the staff but it doesn’t warranty disturbing our schedule.” Toby said, cutting in before Ainsley would suggest a fight and knowing Tiffany, she would be happy to hold her own ground.