"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
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