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Chapter 29: Exposed
The bell rang at last and it was sort of nostalgic to Dillon to see everyone file out of their classrooms. Many his age would disagree, but he got bored with summer very easily. Every year by August he became anxious and started to chomp at the bit to get back into the swing of academia. Just up ahead, Dillon saw as Brenden came out of his shop class. Once he caught
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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
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Tony stood close to Dillon as he processed everything in his little teenage mind. The kid was cute even at a crossroads in his life. He could sense the hesitancy come off of him in waves. There had to be something that Tony could do to ease him, however temporarily. What could he really do, though? This was
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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,
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Wait time was over. They both had accepted the non-verbal compromise, which was confirmed by the quick nod he gave Tony before he removed his shirt. In his anger, he felt a pang of happiness to have one who could communicate with him without words. It was a little scary how much one knew the other's thoughts.
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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
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Dillon knelt in front of Tony as his head was held down. Now this was a real man. It was so awesome. Dillon didn't think he had
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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
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After they had both calmed down and caught their breaths, Tony stood up and grabbed Dillon's arm. That surprised him and he jumped. He didn't like to be touched without warning for reasons he didn't want to think about that moment. What would he do? Tony shot him a confused glance, then leaned down and pressed his shoulder into his belly, arms around his waist. Dillon's jaw hit the floor as Tony lifted him with little effort in a fireman's lift. This bastard was strong!
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