Dally X Johnny Novels & Stories

Jax sighed. “Yeah, yeah,” I nodded quickly. “They’ll delay it anyway.” “Which is why we don’t give them room to.” He kept talking while I pretended to listen. Dally moved from table to table. I watched her pour drinks with a towel slung over her shoulder, and her hair was undone, but her skin glowed under the bar light. That uniform was too fucking short. I hated that I wasn’t the only one seeing it. It hugged every curve and made my blood run hot every time she bent over.

John was hesitating now, with the full briefs staring him in the face. "Go on. Don't make me get up, John." He tried to pull the shorts down from the side, but the waistband got caught up on Dale's package. He had to reach up, and free the waistband, pulling the underwear down from the front. Dale's semi-hard cock flopped out, bouncing. John pulled back. Then he looked over at me with fear in his eyes, and reaching across, worked the briefs down below Dale's knees. "Good." I encouraged.

Big blue eyes blinked slowly as he processed what he was seeing—his mama on the couch, holding hands with a man he barely knew but couldn’t stop staring at. Johnny sat up a little straighter, every muscle in his body going tight. He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. “Hey, buddy,” Alli said gently, already rising from the couch. But John’s eyes were locked on him. On Johnny. A pause. One heartbeat. Then two. And then, quietly—tentatively—like the word had been waiting his whole little life to be said: “Daddy?” Johnny’s chest seized. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. The room tilted. His vision blurred.

I’m in the bedroom!” Daisy called when johnson closed the front door behind him. “You know chelle told me not to let you in here” smiling ear to ear “Really she said that ?” Johnson answered pulling his jacket off as he’s walking towards the room It’s been a while there both together alone, he wanted to make the best of it .“Do you want to go out for dinner ton—” Johnson stopped in his tracks as he pushed the door to her room open, every thought emptying from his head. Daisy was lying on the bed, not a scrap of fabric on her.

I heard him gulped when I started to penetrate my penis into the disc jockey's tight asshole. "This better be good. Fuck! You're really huge, sir." The disc jockey said. I slapped his face that was full of my semen, "fucker, stop babbling or else I'll fuck you without mercy," I said softly into his ear as I slowly thrust inside him, he cried out in pain when half of my length was inside him but because of the very loud music, his cry seemed to be just a whisper.

“My morning’s already trash, Cassidy. Don’t push me.” “I’m just answering your very obvious question, sir.” Johnny was about to explode, but Daniel swooped in like a savior. “The car’s here. You two can consider killing each other after takeoff.” He stepped between us. “If I throw him out midair, will you report me, Sir Danny?” Daniel let out a loud laugh. "Of course, Cassy babe, you know I'd totally cover for you." He elbowed Johnny, who only got sulkier. "Come on, a real gentleman would help you with your bags."

Dylan’s two companions rushed at him who in a flash was immediately knocked over, one being thrown inside the cubicle while the other went straight to the mirror. Dione’s eyes are widened. She doesn’t know if it’s just a feeling that Jax’s strength is unique. With just a simple slap of his arm, Dylan’s two companions fled, unconscious. Until the left standing are Dione, Jax and Dylan. All the companions of the latter were lying on the floor and unconscious. “D-don’t you dare try me, Jax Hemmings, you don’t—” The man couldn’t continue what he was supposed to say when Jax strangled him.

John said as he pours the hot water and walks to Dylan. John is a twenty-seven years old man … they grew in the same community. They both leave their life to gamble with fate. John Cruz is a lucky person; he owned a gay bar known in the city. John offered a coffee and bread in the morning. On the other hand, Dylan is happy with his simple life, but he can't stop thinking of having a prosperous life. He sips some coffee, but his hand is halted near his mouth. "What is the matter?" asked John. Dylan put down the bread and sighed his worries away, "I didn't pass the evaluation for the V company yesterday."

Ellaine asked again, a mischievous tone. “How ’bout you? Did you see something like this in your dad's company?” Ryle asked her back sarcastically. Ellaine went speechless. “Dale?” Johnny called. “Did you bring your camera with you? Come. Take photos of us here!” Dale moved his hands off the suitcases and got his camera inside his black backpack. Johnny and Ryle make a pose and Dale starts to take pictures of them. While looking at them, I can tell that they are indeed a trio — going along with each other's gimmick. I could tell how supported Dale was by his friends.

“I apologize. What you brave men do out there, on a daily basis. You’re a thousand times a better man than I’ll ever be. I’m proud to know you, and I know my daughter is in safe hands, so I’m putting this out there, now rather than later. Welcome to the family. And if you’re done puking out your guts, let’s grab a beer at that sports bar near the inn. I don’t know about you, but after this suck-ass week, I need a stiff drink.” The door creaked closed behind Lizzy’s father. Johnny’s mouth snapped shut, and he blinked, then took a bracing breath and caught up with Daniel Steyn’s quick strides to the exit. Someone called his name, and they both paused. Garrison held up a hand and walked towards