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.
"I've thought about it. Probably like a small house with lot'sa land. Away from the city. Dogs are assumed, as long as they're nice sized ones. Some huskies or shepherds would be nice. Even Great Danes. Cats, I don't know. They seem fairly dangerous and problematic," Tony said matter-of-factly."No chihuahuas?
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
"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.