Matt Dillon 80s Novels & Stories

Serenity's P.O.V. Penn readjusted on her seat and continued. "Dick assassination is slang for feasting on his dick like a beastly whore. You feast on him so well that he feels like his soul is leaving his body." "Oh, I see. Make his soul leave his body each time he craves intimacy." I took a quick mental note.

Hello Tate :) I smile sheepishly. Me: Lol! Hey Dillion. How are you? Dillion: I am actually doing good. I'm in Scotland with my family :/ Missing you and New York. I smile. Me: Missing having you around too! Gtg, still have to study for an exam :/ Dillion: Oh! Alright. Good luck on your exams! :D Me: Thanks Dill. ••••• March 22, 2015

She nodded in recognition. "H-his name's Tony, and yea he works in the last garage farthest from the wait room. Uh, I-I don't know, he's a cool guy who's talented with paintin' and restorin' cars n' all." Dillon felt himself smile against his better judgment. "Wait, you said you met him at school, right? What grade's he in?" "Well, actually he's twenty and graduated in '08. Moved in from, get this, Pittsburgh." Kat gave a disgusted frown. She was a ride or die Eagles fanatic, too. Dillon smirked.

I wave. “Dude, this place is packed,” Dillon says. He’s got that glazed-over, I’m-going-to-party-till-I’m-trashed look in his eye as he takes everything in. Tall and muscular with a freshly shaved head—he promised he’d shave off his blond dreadlocks if we won the championship—he’s originally a California surfer boy who moved to my neighborhood in Pennsylvania when he was ten just to play football in the South, a rich kid. We came from completely different backgrounds, but he’s the closest thing I have to a brother. I grin. “Wish Sam and Chander were here. Losers.”

"It’s business. A little attention to a lonely widow could net us fifty million.” "There are plenty of other contracts to win. It’s okay to lose a few if the price is my dignity," Matt says firmly. "You need to go wild sometimes," Troy circles his glass. "Break the routine. Get a little dirt under your fingernails." "You mean like sucking a dick?" Matt gestures toward the door where the pink-haired 'girl' had just exited. "No thanks. I’d rather spend my night buried in a tight pussy. That’s the only 'wild' I need."

He knew his words were sinking in when he saw Dillon's light blue eyes turn a darker color. "Avri looks good," Dillon mumbled. "Where's she livin' now?" "She moved into the old Sutter place, out back of Elliott's. Remember where it is?" "Oh, yeah, spent some time there myself, chasing one of the girls when I was in high school." "What do you want to do with the rest of your life, man? I heard about a job" Dillon interrupted him. "I'm not going back on the circuit. I'm not bronc riding again or breaking any horses. I'm done with that." Dillon continued searching his surroundings with shrouded eyes.

Nate said as he reached for the cash. “Again,” Matty said. “Double or nothing again.” Eighty dollars on the line. I looked at Matty and Brian. Brian had just shrugged, and put a twenty down with Matty’s twenty. He was still having fun. Matty was seriously hooked, and we might only get one more game out of him after this. I had to be careful, and keep the games close so it seems like we weren’t hustling them.

“What did you do?” “I don’t know-” I return, my eyes shifting behind him as Matt and Fletcher sneak up, each with their guns raised. They move stealthily through the grass, their movements so silent I wouldn’t have noticed them if they weren’t in my eyesight. “Bitch!” Dillon screams, making me flinch, his hand rearing back, wanting to strike me. His palm centimeters from my face, before he pauses, his figure halting, frozen. With wide eyes, I watch as his unconscious form falls to the ground with a thud.

Dillion gritted his teeth and said, “I’m the one talking nonsense?! You came all the f*cking way here to f*ck a man in the wilderness and you still dare to f*cking say that I’m talking nonsense?! I’ve been pursuing you for so many years, you b*tch! I’m going to f*ck you later! After I f*ck you, I will let all my buddies f*ck you too. I guarantee that you will definitely be satisfied!” Marianne’s face turned pale. Although her body was trembling, she gritted her teeth and said, “How dare you!” Dillion curled his lips and said, “Of course, I dare! Why don’t you try how powerful I am if you don’t believe me?!” At this time, Charlie said coldly, “You brat! Didn’t your mother teach you to be poli

“He does need a bath. He has been in the yard playing with Mo every night, I think.” “Mo? Who’s Mo?” Max asked as he realized who Dillon meant. “You named the big guy, Mo.” “Well, yeah, I mean, back in the ’70s, one of them terrorized a town near St. Louis, and they called it Momo for Missouri Monster. The big guy isn’t a monster, but Mo seems to fit him for some reason,” Dillon explained. Max began to laugh, put his hand on Dillon’s shoulder, and said, “Oh yeah, there is no denying who your mother is. You are just like her. Come on, let’s get started so we will be done before your mom and Wren get home.”