Dillon was pissed and devastated as he pulled open the door and made his way out of the shop. As he felt that signature 'sting behind his eyes', he walked toward the garages. This had been one of the best friendships he'd ever had and he walked away from it ashamed and heartbroken. Dillon was right. Tony did know. While he knew that this day would come sooner rather than later, it crushed his soul all the same. He would never hold anybody close after this. No, not one. He'd learned his lesson. There would be no successive best friend after that... that humiliation. When he made it to the hall that led to the first garage, his ears perked up when he heard a door slam from further inside the building. He shrugged it off until a second later when his bags were ripped from his hands and cast onto the floor. Next thing he knew, Tony spun him around by the shoulder and shoved him hard into the wall behind, one hand fisted tightly in his shirt and the other fisted on the wall next to his h

  Once he got to his locker, he quickly slipped into his tank top and shirt and grabbed his overly packed keyring. Then he swiftly threw on his bike jacket and grabbed Dillon's(which he didn't know about yet), then walked out of the garage towards the side of the building. It was a beautiful day, and he needed a smoke. He reached into his jacket pocket, grabbed his Marlboros and zippo and lit up. A moment later, Tony rounded the corner to the back of the building where Harley was as Dillon leaned on her and flipped through his phone.  "Uh,

  Tony took in the sight of Dillon with his head down, completely subservient in body language. Patience was something he ran out of a while ago. Enough with the appetizers, bring on the main dish. 'Get ready, my guy. I'll be holdin' back but it may be a lot for yer first time. I'll see you through it, though. Promise.', Tony thought to himself. After he admired Dillon

  Dillon obeyed and Tony thrust down to the base in one quick stroke. Tony held him there for a moment while he struggled. Dillon loved how Tony not only didn't give a shit about his gags and wretches, but went even harder when he heard them. 'Merciless ecstacy.' It's like Dillon was in a world of absolute lust. Tony still wouldn't let him up as he started to push in a

       October 31st, 2010: Sunday: Autumn                               ~~~~~~~