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.
"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