Only a few minutes into the video and Tony was already halfway to climax. He could only imagine what the girl smelled like. It looked like her skin was so, so smooth and her body was so cute and petite. The softness of a woman's hair always got him off in a weird way. Just the general soft beauty of her body, and the tight, wet ecstasy that was her loins. In his right hand, Tony held an old pair of his boxers around his erection so he could still navigate the site with his left.
Video after video he watched. He would only stroke himself during parts that he found incredibly
When Tony made it down to Harley, he noticed that he forgot his wallet upstairs in his jeans. He didn't usually wear sweatpants out, so he didn't think to check. Of course. It gave him a chance to check the couple missed texts he had from Dillon and the one he had from Kat. He was pretty sure he knew exactly what Kat's was about. Dillon was quite right in his claim that Kat was indeed
Wallet with money safely in his inside jacket pocket again, Tony set off for the tech school's restaurant. It was such a nice day, he almost forewent the helmet so he could enjoy the sun and the breeze. Of course, he didn't because he promised Dillon. Damn kid. Why'd he have to promise to ride around as Darth Vader all the time? What about his sexy features the world
The hostess walked up and greeted him. She was one of the students. While he didn't remember her name, he did remember he'd seen her with a chef coat in the back the last time he was there. The students would switch off in groups to work in the kitchen and work up front. Both were obviously important jobs, especially the front end, since that was the first impression of an establishment a customer got. That's why the owner of the shop he worked at, old man Jace, had the building recently renovated and made over.As he took a seat at the breakfast bar which lined the right side of
Tony looked down at his phone at the three missed texts he had from Ethan. It was still a surreal experience for him to see messages from him and not be filled with white hot rage. The dude made it past six months sober, and Tony was more at ease than ever that he could and would stay sober. Of course, a small part of him was hesitant, but that was okay, right? On on
Once he had finished his superb birthday meal, he waved Sarah over to request for Dillon. He had said that he got extra credit when people would request his appearance to compliment and thank him. It was without a doubt a compliment worthy feat. A couple of minutes later, Dillon made his entrance through the double doors with a yellow slip in his hand. All it was was a questionnaire about his experience there, if everything was good and professional, which chef was to be complimented, and his signature.The second he saw him, Tony couldn't help but crack the widest smile. He had
Why were the streets in the city where Dillon lived so terrible? They weren't roads,
"I know this is… different, but I have somethin' I gotta get off my chest," he said as he scratched his arm. That meant Tony was nervous. Dillon stayed quiet. "I wouldn't have said anything if it wadn't for the fact that it's got me feelin' mad guilty and it's gotten worse." He came further into the room and hopped on the bed and positioned himself until he laid next to where Dillon sat on the edge. When he settled, he saw Tony gesture for him to lay next to him. There was definitely a certain tension in his body language and apprehension in his gaze. Dillon got up and rolled next to him. While he decided on what he wanted to say, Tony reached over and gently squeezed his hand. "I've been havin' a hard time lately with… my sex drive and chicks. I'll say it bluntly… it's gotten worse and includes other guys a lot more now. When yer not here, I keep myself level headed by uhm… w-well… I-I watch porn. A lot of porn, dude. Straight porn usually, but lately there's been more and more de
"Love you, Dill," he said warmly. It was a rare treat to hear those words out loud from him. He didn't need to though; Tony never made him doubt how he really felt. "All the way for me? Can you?" He asked as he ran his hand through his hair.
"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.