The two of them took turns to eat their flowers until they got to the last one. For a couple of minutes, Dillon watched as Tony stroked himself and spat into his hand. His man was perfect. A little over eight and a half inches when they measured, uniform thickness, and with a slight curve. He kept himself shaved, so he got the full perfect picture. When Dillon went to take himself in hand, Tony moved his hand away and placed the flower below his navel and got in between his legs.
"I wanna try to do the same thing you do. I wanna be used by you too. That flower
When Dillon saw the two leather loops on the strap on either side of the brace, he couldn't resist. How did he not notice them until then? In hindsight, Tony had certainly noticed them and Dillon had
Tony was completely hooked on the sight of Dillon with the flower. Slowly, he licked the contents out of the flowers center and made sure to stop in between licks so Tony could see him swallow. Once he got to the trumpet shape in the middle of the flower, he finished it in one bite. That one had a lot of Tony on it and he had to suppress a gag and shiver. Maybe it wa
Dillon opened the bathroom door and stepped out. He was mostly dressed, but decided he wanted a different shirt. Upon closer inspection the red and white striped shirt had a monstrous slurpie stain from when Kat dropped an entire slurpie on his lap. That had been a riot. He, Kat, and Brenden had gone to Dorney Park the summer previous, and on the way home they stopped to get slurpies. She was the driver, with Dillon in the front seat and Brenden in the back. Bad idea. Brenden poked Kat in the side as she tried to juggle her slurpie, wallet, phone, and keys and the whole cup
May 27th, 2011: Friday
Once he gloved his hands, Tony screwed the reservoir he pre-filled with primer into the paint gun head, turned on the air pump, and got to work. It always calmed him when he painted. He would develop a cool focus that was something akin to Dillon's 'chef-mode'. Call it
The next moment, Tony pulled into the Hyundai's space outside Dillon's house. Once he'd parked, he left the car on as he got out and left the door ajar. He wanted to show off the new systems and his phone was dreadfully low on battery. When he reached the door, Tony rang the doorbell a couple times. He had texted Mr. Vera that he would be there with the car in tow within the hour. A moment later, both Mr and Mrs. Vera came out and greeted him."Yo, what's up, hotshot? How'd everything go?" Mr. Vera asked brightly as he reached out his hand to shake.
Once the two of them had all their stuff, they got out and made their way up to the apartment. Tony was beyond content to see Dillon constantly look back at his new baby girl. There was no need for Mrs. Vera or himself to worry. The kid adored the car enough to be careful and rational in her care. Hopefully he adored it, anyway. He actually hadn't given a definitive judgment on what he thought yet.The very second Dillon unlocked his door with his new apartment key and closed it behind him, he assaulted Tony with a huge hug. The kid's jaw hit the floor when he handed that k
It awed Tony that Dillon could take him for so long. As he forced in and out deeply, he could feel Dillon tense up his body under him. Tony liked to feel him rub his thighs and then grab them as he ran out of air. The kid definitely got better. Once he reached thirty seconds again on his mental timer, he decided to bump all future timers up to sixty seconds. Time to push his man to his limit. Even if he was already possibly there.The degree of heat he felt flow through his veins told Tony that he wouldn't last too long. That was fine, he still had enough control to deliver
"Guh- 'atta boy, Dill! Choke on me!" Tony grunted. As he pistoned his hips, he held Dillon's head down.The air in his lungs had started to become laden with carbon dioxide, but he wasn't allowed up. Even if he
Back at the apartment, Dillon piled the stuff they brought up in the guest room. Since the guest bedroom was so very rarely used, it was the perfect storage space for their chairs, fold up tables, coolers,
"Look here," Dillon said softly and he gently turned Tony's face to look him in the eye. He'd looked away as emotion had threatened to overwhelm him. "I… can't change the past, but I can assure you of yer future. Tony, you'll
As the hand that gripped Dillon's right wrist tightened and pulled slightly, he groaned softly and took another breath. What were his options? The arm around his neck was a no-go, but if he could free his right arm, perhaps he'd have the leverage to flip him? If he could pry his thumb off, he could break his grip. 'Fuck! That's out too!' Dillon thought bitterly as he
. October 27th, 2012: Saturday
Dillon felt his eyes light up at the thought of Tony as his self-defense teacher. Excitement ate away at him already to see all the cool stuff his a
"Fine," Tony spat as he lifted Justice up by the front of his hoodie and slammed him against the trash can again loudly before he abruptly let go.There was a look of exasperated shock on Justice's face as he caught his breath from the adrenaline. He looked from
"You were made for me, Dill. In every
"Good man, I'm glad to hear. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Such simple, innocent times, eh?" Tony yawned and gave a content stretch. Dillon could relate, his body was pleasantly heavy and his vision had a warm fuzziness edge to it, if that made any sense.