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Rosewood Boys: Part 1
The town of Rosewood lay still. The emerging fall weather made the day cool, yet humid. The town of Rosewood over the past couple of years had been rocked by scandal. Toby Cavanaugh had been involved in the scandals of recent memory but has since tried to put it all pushed him. He was currently living in the apartment above the Barn on his girlfriend's, Spencer Hastings' property.
Spencer had once been accused of murdering her best friend and the Rosewood's version of teenage dream Allison DiLaurentis. As was Toby in the beginning of the investigation. Spencer had been exonerated of Allison's murder as had Toby, but the air of suspicion still hung above their heads.
But on this day, Toby just relaxed. With the changing weather, autumn had brought its Reaper's scythe. Dead leaves littered the ground. Toby wheeled his rake, working in the yard. He was clad in just a pair of old jeans with boots. He gripped the rake he was using to gather leaves, as sweat glistened from his brow. The humidity had started to get to him as sweat matted his hair to his forehead. It was good to sweat like this. His six-pack stomach rippled as he moved the rake back and forth. His jeans sagged slightly, showing the waist of his blue boxer briefs. Sweat had dampened the waistband to where it appeared noticeably moist.
"Thirsty?" a voice said from behind. Toby took his eyes off of rotting foliage and turned to see Jason DiLaurentis. Jason smiled while expanding his arm, holding a glass of lemonade, dripping with condensation. Jason had been Alison's sister. Just recently it was discovered that Jason's mother engaged in an affair with Spencer's father and that they shared the same father.
"Thanks," Toby said, as he took the glass from Jason's hand. Toby rarely smiled but the grin of Jason's face caused him to smirk with appreciation. "When did you get back in town?"
"Yesterday," Jason still grinned. The DiLaurentis' lived next to the Spencer's since they first moved to town. Their back yards adjoined. "Do you need some help?"
Jason didn't break his glaze into Toby's eyes.
Toby broke the stare and looked down. "No thanks. I am almost done."
"Oh." Jason flipped his blonde bangs from his eyes. The grin left his face and he looked serious. "How's Spencer?" It was just discovered Spencer's father had engaged in an affair with Jason's mother and that they were half-siblings.
"She's good. But you know how that goes. Things in their family are playing pretty close to the vest," Toby laughed nervously. Jason's stare was penetrating. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of grayish blue, which he felt as if they saw his very soul.
"I am beginning to think that's a genetic trait," Jason said, looking away from Toby to the branches of the overhead trees as they blew along with the breeze.
"Like your eyes," Toby whispered, absentmindedly.
"What?" Jason smiled. He didn't break his glaze.
Toby was caught off-guard. He didn't mean to let that slip. "Umm, well, it is just that you and Spencer have the same eyes. Hers are a shade of blue that most would find dull and gray, but I think they speak to the wisdom of a life lived beyond its years. I think her eyes hide a soul that is ever-lasting. No longer innocent, but knowing and deep."
"Like mine?" Jason said, inching closer to Toby.
Toby swallowed and said, "Like yours."
Jason bought his hand to Toby's cheek. "You have an eye lash," he said, his finger lightly rubbed Toby's cheek. He moved in closer, no more than six inches from Toby's face. Jason was a few inches taller and Toby had to look into his eyes.
"Make a wish," Jason said. Toby looked at Jason and blew the eyelash off of Jason's index finger. "What did you wish for?" Jason moved closer...
"Uhh...", Toby started, but before he could finish Jason kissed his pink, wetted lips. Jason pressed his lips against Toby's with urgently and abandon. He brought Toby's body against him with his left arm, using his right hand to palm Toby's buttocks. Toby's ass felt muscled. It curved in his old jeans, which had grown tight from earlier years.
As Jason palmed his ass, Toby moaned, opening his mouth and letting Jason's tongue inside. His breath tasted of sweetness from the lemonade he must have had before coming outside. He could feel Jason's hardness against his own as his tongue wrestled for domination with Jason. Toby's eyes, which were closed, certainly opened to what was happening.
"Wait," Toby said, breaking the kiss and gently pulling away from Jason.
"What?" Jason said, breathlessly.
"I can't do this," he said, looking at Jason's pants. He could see the mass snaking down Jason's tight, beige shorts.
"What do you mean?" Jason came closer to Toby.
Toby backed away. "I can't do this. I am dating Spencer. And you are her half-brother. And I am not gay. I-I just can't," he concluded, looking down at his sneakers.
"Really? What is this?" Jason brought his hand to Toby's crotch and cupped his budge. Then he whispered, "What did you wish for?"
Toby can't think. "Ummm, I don't know..." Jason rubbed it up and down against the fabric. "I wished for a new truck..."
"What kind?" Jason continued to whisper. But he slipped his hand inside the waistband of Toby's jeans and grabbed his manhood. It was throbbing to the touch. He rubbed the head which was slick with pre-cum.
Toby had his eyes closed. "I, umm...Oh, god, a Chevy."
Jason stroked Toby's dick harder, causing him to moan louder. Toby breathed hard against soft touch. The wind blew hard, through the young boys hards.
"Wanna go inside?" Jason said, licking the sweat from Toby's ear.
"Yes," Toby replied, not thinking about anything but Jason's soft hand around his dick.
"Let's go," Jason smiled, grabbing Toby's hand and leading them towards his home.
END OF PART ONE!
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