Truck Toy Story Novels & Stories

She hadn’t seen any houses, but there were a lot of trucks and other fourwheel-drive vehicles in the lot. Toby’s truck was older than she was, but looked as if it were brand-new. It had been driven less than fifty thousand miles, if she wanted to believe the odometer about two thousand miles a year. Toby had told her he didn’t like driving. She turned off the engine and watched anxiously as Toby opened his door and slid to the ground. The drop didn’t seem to bother him. The stain on his pink bandage had been no bigger this morning than it had been last night. But he still looked worn, and there was a flush under his skin that she worried about.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” “You said you would be my toy, but toys break.” “Not me. So daddy, fuck me, please.” A strange look passes over his features as he releases them and unbuckles his pants. And I can’t help the gasp that escapes through my tiny lips.

“Baby, I would never put you into anything I felt wouldn’t be safe. Same for Marcus. His car is five-star rated crash tested. We’ll keep you safe.” They pulled into the station’s parking lot already filled with several big trucks. Must be a firefighter thing. Pretty kick-ass, actually. After opening her door, Theo lifted her from the seat and slid her down his front side, his flaccid cock still a good size for her to feel. He flashed a wicked smile. Dog. Now she was all hot and bothered. He popped open the metal toolbox across the back of the truck and took out some gear, tossed it over his shoulder and grabbed her hand.

As they reached the parking lot, a man in a brocade uniform jumped down from the driver's seat of a truck. "Where are the toys?" Howard raised an eyebrow. "They're all here!" The man quickly walked to the back of the truck and opened the door. "The Judge said he didn't know exactly what kind of toys Riley likes, so he bought a bit of everything." Howard and Yoel looked inside, both stunned. The entire truck was filled with toys! "He might as well have bought the entire mall!" Howard, feeling a bit speechless, exchanged a glance with Yoel. "What a simpleton!" Yoel also shook his head with a wry smile.

“Yeah. Why are you so shocked?’ “Because it’s not your style that’s why.” “Hey!” The brothers turned to see Tom on the back of one of the boys’ pickup trucks. “It’s the Ford!” Tom shouted with excitement. Sure enough, the dingy dented faded Pepto Bismal-colored 1970 Ford was putting their way. “It looks like Dax decided to join you after all,” Jesse said. Ray grinned as they began to walk. The truck pulled up alongside the truck Tom was on.

She did lose her footing on the step and would have fallen down the rest of the steps if she had not grabbed ahold of the railing so quickly. Turning to look in the direction she had heard the hissing noise coming from, she found herself looking at her mom's wicker furniture. There beside the chair still sitting on the wicker table sat the little orange and black Logging truck and trailer. Cara couldn't make her mind wrap around what was happening right in front of her. The rumbling diesel noise was coming from the toy truck. The Toy Truck. Plumes of exhaust floated up from its smoke stacks. It was so loud. It sounded just as deafening as the real thing when you stand right beside them. Cara

I was making a delivery to a rural village when a mob of villagers suddenly swarmed my truck. They surrounded the vehicle, pried open the cargo hold, and started looting everything inside. “We hit the jackpot this time! A whole truckload of flour! This is enough to feed everyone for ages! Grab it!” The cargo door was forced open, and white sacks spilled all over the ground. The villagers went insane, snatching my cargo like starving wolves. They divided it up without the slightest hesitation. I was pinned to the ground, my mouth clamped shut by someone’s hand. All I could do was watch as they stripped the truck clean. But what I was transporting wasn’t flour at all. It was a highly r

, he said, taking a sip from his glass of wine. “No! If you love them then you should eat them” “But my toy doesn't want them. It's quite inappropriate that I should take what my milkweed doesn't want, don't you think?” He said grinning—his stoned face brought me more peace than his grin... it made me weak and vulnerable. I said nothing, gulping down a cup of water. Perfect.

Xavier asked Toby as they sat in their usual inconspicuous spot while the other kids played around. "Nope. What's that?” "You mean your parents have never taken you to CarFest?” Xavier appeared shocked. "All the really cool kids have been to CarFest. You can win as many toy cars as you want, from small ones to the ones as big as an actual car! Cool right?" Toby's eyes were wide. “Like a really really big car?"

Justice is blessed with a rack I've tried not to notice for far too long. "I never noticed this before." A tattoo on her side, right below where the band of her bra sits. "Yeah." She grins. "Harley and I got them when we turned eighteen, but we didn't want Mom and Dad to see." "What does it say?" I cock my head to the side to read the script. "To infinity… and Harley has ...and beyond in the same spot on her. We loved Toy Story as kids." She shrugs. "I like it." "We wanted something important to us."