The next day, Dillon and Tony piled into the car. They almost didn't make the parking meter, and there were traffic cops galore in Wildwood. Both of them had woken up and decided to go walk on the beach for a while. Every time Dillon went to the beach, whichever one it was, he always brought some shells and stones back. He'd give some to his mom or put them in his fish tanks. Each shell and stone was a memory of that happy day. They had parked a block from the boardwalk and paid the meter for ninety minutes. The beach was so beautiful in the morning and each enjoyed the other's company so much that they lost track of time.
. June 18th, 2011: Saturday
With his head tilted all the way back, Tony gulped the last of his coffee and made an audible 'pop' after he swallowed. It was funny how he felt the need to add sound effects to everyday motions and activities. Dillon called them
It took Tony a few minutes to think of what to say. He texted Ethan to give him a minute so he could think, that way he didn't think he had ignored him. As he thought, he slipped yet another cigarette from his pack and lit up. Might as well give Dillon a few more minutes of sleep. Finally, he started to formulate his reply.
It was very important to Tony that he assured Dillon enough that he was loved. Sometimes in dominant and submissive dynamics, the sub will believe they really were worthless trash. It would usually happen if they receive harsh treatment, but no affection to remind them that it's just for fun and they were indeed loved. Tony made it a point to remind him of that before he finished when he could. Once the stopwatch hit sixty seconds, Tony held him down a few seconds more, smacked the back of his head a couple times as he pumped his hips, and pulled him off with a gasp.&nbs
Mrs. Tracey 9:30 AM: Hey Tony! Just wanted to let you know I'm coming to drop off Dillon's long acting insulin he said he forgot. Ill be over in like a half hour or so
When Tony walked up to the bathroom door and poised himself to knock, he stopped short. Perhaps it was a breach of privacy, but he held his ear silently to the door and listened intently. It was unusual for Dillon to take long in the shower. Oftentimes it meant that he had decided to utilize his shower trick, a trick Dillon had introduced him to months ago to deal with emotional pain and heartache. Tony had to admit it did help, but he had to know if the kid was upset. He was his demon slayer, after all.Sure enough, it was very faint over the sound of the water, but Tony heard t
"You know I feel the same, right? It's merely daydreamin'. I don't want things to change," Dillon said as he looked right into Tony's eyes. He didn't miss the spark of
When they got to Shoprite(Dillon had coupons and didn't like Wal*Mart's produce and meat selection), Tony's road-rage was stoked with the congestion in the parking lot. Anxiety levels at max after some blind bitch almost backed into them, Tony shouted obscenities at the stream of cars that clogged up the front of the lot by the entrance. All he wanted to do was get down one of the rows so he could park as far from everyone as he could. He always