Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2009 07:07:35 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: The Street Runner

Dear Reader: This is a story of adult fiction, persons under the age of 18
are not permitted to view this material.

	A simple story about love and personal triumph, a man...a boy, and
the things they share. There is a little bit of me in this one, thought you
might like to know. But we all see those cute boys on skatboards and I just
wondered...that's the wonderful thing about writing fiction, the fantasy
can be made real.

	So three quick chapters to amuse us both. All comments welcome:
Chris James

<drmeta4@gmail.com>


				The Street Runner (M/B)

Chapter One

	It was just a crumbling mill building in an equally run down part
of town, but Tony saw it every day on his way to and from work. It could
have used a coat of paint, some new glass and a patch job on the holes in
the parking lot. Or it could have been given over to the wrecking ball to
make way for another aluminum and glass semi-modern building. It could
have, but not on this side of town, he thought.

	Route 82 had been his back way into town for quite a while now and
that's why he was surprised to see the surveyors out marking up the
roadway. They were planning to widen the road Tony realized when he saw the
stakes in the ground, but why? When he got to work that morning he pulled
up the county master plan and took a look.

	Sure enough, there was a shopping center going in on the old mill
site. Someone must think that there was enough business around there to
warrant the expense. Tony went through the bid file and found the project
drawings. His company had a bid on the work, it was Casey's job.

	Casey Holcomb had been a structural engineer when Edison invented
the light bulb, at least that was the joke around the office. He did things
the old fashioned way and to Tony's mind there was nothing wrong with
that. In fact the man had a reputation of doing it once and doing it
right. He would listen to an inquiry about the job.

	Casey was out of the office but the bid file was sitting squarely
in the middle of his desk. Tony opened the jacket and smiled, they had won
the bid so the job was theirs. Now all he had to do was get himself
assigned to the site, at least for the prep work.

	Tony wanted to be on this job for two reasons, the least of which
was that it would make his morning commute a breeze. The other reason was
blonde and very cute.

	His interest in the neighborhood had started on the day he stopped
off at the corner market for a soda one afternoon. There was a squad of
kids out skateboarding in the church parking lot on the corner across from
the old mill property. As Tony stepped out of his car one of the boys came
rolling up and looked over his wheels.

	"Nice car, Mister," he said.

	"65 Dodge," Tony replied.

	"I saw that on the license plate. You owned it all that time?"

	Tony laughed. "Lord no, my father gave it to me. He bought it new
back then. Hard to get parts now so I had some of them made special."

	God, the boy was incredible. He wanted this conversation to go on
all afternoon, screw going home alone.

	"You can do that?" The boy asked.

	"Sure, everything has a price," Tony said.

	The kid looked about sixteen, which would explain the interest in
cars. But he looked like a totally committed skateboarder with patches of
road rash on his elbows and torn up knee pads. His board was old and beat
up, but he probably liked it that way. A shock of blonde hair spilled out
from under his beat up helmet. In all, he was fucking adorable.

	Tony opened the door to the store and smiled back at the boy, "You
want a soda?" He asked.

	"You buying?"

	"It's on me," Tony said and the kid followed him into the store.

	The clerk behind the counter waved his arms at the boy. "You not
allowed in here, you cause trouble."

	"He's with me," Tony said, "Or do you want to lose all your
customers?"

	"With you is OK," the man replied, but he never took his eyes off
the kid.

	"Thanks. He never lets us in the store anymore," the boy said.

	"What kind of trouble?" Tony asked.

	"Oh, he tried to sell me some stale chips a few months ago. I
complained and he threw me out. Foreigners don't understand that things go
bad when you order too much stuff and it just sits around."

	"Sounds like you know how it works, what's your name?"

	"Dillon"

	"Ok, Dillon, my name is Tony. You live around here?"

	"Over off Palmer behind the high school," he replied. "Do you?"

	"No, I'm from over in Watkins Glen. I just go through here on my
way from work."

	"WG is a pretty nice town," Dillon said.

	Tony could see that the boy had him pegged as some rich guy. The
boy's interest was fading just as he felt his was getting stoked. Dillon
was a very attractive young man and Tony wanted to play this for all it was
worth.

	Not that Dillon had given any indication that he was into guys, but
Tony tended to be the optimist when it came to cute boys. His willingness
to approach out in the parking lot was a plus. Better yet, he was standing
here and hadn't run away yet.

	"Pick a drink," Tony said as they stood in front of the
cooler. "You working this summer?"

	"Maybe," Dillon said, "but jobs are hard to find when you're
fifteen."

	"I worked construction at your age," Tony said. "Didn't know a damn
thing about it except that they paid well."

	"What did you have to do?"

	"Shovel and pick, it was pretty physical labor," Tony said while
paying the man behind the counter.

	"Mostly the Mexicans have those kinds of jobs," Dillon said.

	"Only because they work hard and do a good job. I run construction
sites all the time and they're usually my best workers," Tony said.

	"You want to hire me?" Dillon laughed.

	"Maybe, I'll have to see what you're good at besides rolling across
asphalt and scraping up your elbows. I'll think about it."

	Dillon gave him a winning smile as they walked out the door. He
slapped his board back down on the parking lot and put a foot up on it.

	"Yeah, think about me," Dillon said as he shoved off to rejoin his
friends.

	And Tony had done little else every time he passed that corner for
the next two weeks. He had not seen Dillon out with his friends but he'd
seen other skateboarders in the church lot.

	By afternoon Casey was back in the office and Tony dropped in to
see him.

	"Hello, Casey," Tony said, standing in the doorway.

	"Hello back, Tony. Was just thinking about you this morning. Did
you get that Parson's deal squared away?"

	"Done and done," Tony said. "Turned it over to Ray yesterday for
the punch list. Why, you got something cooking?"

	"A shopping mall out on 82. Tough neighborhood but this guy says he
can make it work. Twenty acre site, six buildings, seven hundred parking
slots. Pretty ambitious of him, don't you think?"

	"That area is due for some good luck," Tony said. "Plans on the
table?"

	"Got them right here. Detwiler and Briggs are the architects,"
Casey said.

	"Briggs is a pretty good man," Tony replied.

	"He likes you too, it seems. Asked for you by name, Tony. Best to
give the customers what they want, don't you think?"

	"Will it run through September? I have that warehouse project down
in Atlanta starting this fall," Tony said.

	"You'll be done with the site by then," Casey said. "Landmark
Farms, they plan to call it."

	"Farms? There hasn't been a farm out there in fifty years I bet."

	"They can call it a pile of rocks if they want. Trendy marketing
crap always makes me laugh," Casey said. "You line up the labor, locals if
you can, I'll see if I can get Susan to get you a list of the subs we
picked. I'll write the memo and send it upstairs."

	"Thanks, Casey. It's been a business doing pleasure with you."

	He laughed at the old joke they had shared for over ten years. It's
a good thing Briggs likes me, Tony thought. He was the youngest job
superintendent in the company and for that reason he didn't always get the
pick of the jobs.

	To appease the county and the local neighborhood they always tried
to hire the bottom end labor from the local pool. It meant putting up signs
and doing interviews rather than hiring a labor contractor, but it meant a
lot in goodwill and easy publicity.

	Tony took a set of plans to study and drove himself back to the
site. As he passed the corner store he again thought of Dillon. There was
always something he could find for the boy to do. Answering phones and
babysitting the office trailer for starters. It was only a matter of if
Dillon wanted to work or if he was a goof off.

	The following week the company sat an office trailer on the site
and Tony moved in. Through the window above his desk he had a view of the
old building that was due to become rubble in a few days. But the other
window looked out across Route 82 at the corner and the church parking lot
beyond.

	He didn't recall what it was that made him look up from the
paperwork, but there were the boys on their boards. Tony watched them
jumping curbs and doing gyrations on the asphalt. This time he saw Dillon
hanging in their midst and knew it was time to get his attention.

	Leaving the trailer Tony locked up his work truck and walked across
the street towards the store, waving at the group of boys. Dillon broke
away and was across the lot in a flash.

	"Hey, Tony," He said.

	Two points for remembering his name. "Where you been Dillon?" Tony
asked.

	"Been? Why, you looking for me?"

	"See that trailer? Jobs are coming up, you still interested?"

	"You mean that? I thought you were pulling my leg," Dillon laughed.

	"No joke. You said think about me and I am. That is unless you plan
to spend the whole summer broke and just rolling around on that board."

	"I'll work for you, I can run the street anytime" He said. "But
what can I do?"

	"Small stuff to begin with. We have signs to put up and that means
digging a few holes for the posts. I need to put up a fence along 82. That
means more holes so I guess you will become a hole specialist for now."

	"I can do that, do you have the tools?"

	"The storage trailer comes tomorrow. There will be all kinds of
tools then. Do you know how to make coffee?" Tony asked.

	"Uh, yeah, it's not that hard."

	"Let me get us some coffee in the store and then you can show me
what you know, OK?"

	"You mean I start now?"

	"Only if you want to. I need some information for the payroll, but
I'll pay you out of petty cash for the rest of the week anyway."

	"OK, let's do it," Dillon said.

	Tony bought the coffee and they headed back to the trailer. Dillon
followed him up the steps and into the office.

	"Wow, nice and clean," He said.

	"That will be your job too, I suppose. I don't make much of a mess
but the guys will track mud in here."

	"Do you have a bathroom?" Dillon asked.

	"Portable toilets come tomorrow," Tony said. "We'll put one bedside
the trailer and a few others across the site. And no, you don't have to
clean them out, that's part of their contract."

	"Cool," Dillon said, and Tony could tell he was relieved.

	They made coffee and both sat at the desk. Tony wanted to know more
about the boy but didn't want to spook him either. There was plenty of time
to get into his head.

	But Dillon started it. "You married, Tony?"

	"Not anymore, tried it once. Why, you got a cute sister you want to
pawn off on me?"

	Dillon laughed, "My sister is eleven years old."

	"Little young for my tastes, let's wait until she grows up," Tony
said. "You got a girl?"

	"Nope, haven't found one that suits me," He said.

	"Oh, picky are we? What do you find attractive in a girl? Boobs,
ass, money?"

	Dillon laughed, "I haven't thought about that yet."

	"You will, right after they find out you have a job and money in
your pocket."

	"I don't really want a girlfriend," Dillon said, and he wasn't
laughing this time. "I saw my brother go through hell with the girls he
dated and I guess I'm kinda shy."

	"OK," Tony said, "But masturbation is a poor substitute for the
real thing."

	"It works for now," Dillon said.

	Did he really just say that? Regular boys did not just up and talk
about what they did in the bathroom for hours.

	"Uh, good, thanks for the honesty, I think."

	"Oh, did I offend you? I just thought all guys did it," Dillon
said.

	"They do, I mean, we do. But you're the first boy that I ever met
who seemed comfortable talking about it."

 	"I try different ways all the time. It seems good to experiment
with it."

	"Well since we're being honest here, I did it all the time when I
was your age. I mean what else was there?"

	"Exactly," Dillon said.

	"Is this what you guys do when you aren't skateboarding?"

	Dillon smiled, "No, I don't do anything with that bunch, they talk
too much."

	"But you do have a friend?" Tony asked.

	"Had, he moved away. But I'll find another friend. Why?"

	"Just wondering," Tony said.

	"Aren't you too old for that shit?" Dillon asked, but the smile was
still on his face.

	"We're never too old. Is it solo or mutual you like?"

	"Mutual is better, solo I can do anytime. You offering to play with
me?"

	"Maybe," Tony said. "But you're underage."

	"Like I'm gonna tell anyone."

	The bulge in his jeans was showing considerable interest in the
discussion, would Dillon want to do it here? Tony would rather take him
home and get comfortable. There might be some other things they could do
there.

	"You want to take a ride?" Tony asked.

	"You mean over to WG?"

	"It would be better than anything we might do here," Tony said.

	"You aren't into kinky shit, are you?"

	"I'm not crazy. You had problems before?"

	"No, it's just that you hear things, you know?"

	"It's good to be cautious, Dillon. I would never do anything to
hurt you."

	"Can you just up and leave?"

	"For a while yes. I need to be back later."

	"Ok, let's go," Dillon said.

	Tony could tell the boy was nervous the whole twenty minutes it
took to get to the house. He drove the truck into the driveway; the damn
thing was so big it wasn't like he could hide their arrival. He let the boy
in at the back door and Dillon looked around the kitchen before wandering
into the living room.

	"You got a nice house," He said. "Where you want to do this?"

	"Couch or bedroom, you pick," Tony said.

	"Let's see the bedroom."

	One look at the king sized bed and Dillon started to undress. OK,
so he was comfortable with this, Tony knew that was a good sign. Piece by
piece they both got down to their boxers.

	"You want to watch something?" Tony asked.

	"Porn? Naw, most of that is boring."

	Dillon was already erect in his boxers as Tony lay beside him and
began to rub himself.

	"You use lotion?" Tony asked.

	"Sometimes, but not when I mutual."

	Dillon slid his boxers off and Tony got a good look at the thatch
of fine golden hairs above his cock. He was cut and the head was nicely
flared. It stood a good six inches above his belly.

      "Now you," Dillon said.

      Tony slid off his boxers and Dillon smiled at the rigid cock lying
against his belly. Dillon's hand reached over and grasped Tony's cock so he
reached across as well. It didn't take Dillon long before he sat up and
flipped himself, now they were head to toe.

      Tony had a firm grasp but moved slowly, feeling the solid muscle of
Dillon's cock and looking at the large sac that held his balls. Dillon
scooted closer and Tony knew the boy's face was only inches from his cock,
but Dillon kept stroking. Tony rubbed the boy's shaft and then slid a hand
down to grasp his balls. They felt so smooth and silky.

      Dillon rubbed his fingers across the head of Tony's cock causing him
to thrust upwards.

      "You like that?"

      "I like everything," Tony said.

      "So do I," Dillon said. "It's always better when someone isn't all
freaked out by things that just seem to happen naturally."

      Oh? Tony smiled at the thought of what might just happen. He changed
to three fingers on the shaft and felt Dillon's cock pulse. He liked that
so Tony stopped doing it. This was going nowhere fast, just the way he
liked it. He was sure to bring Dillon off but knew the boy wouldn't have
the stamina to return the favor.

      Maybe once they got to know one another there would be other things
Dillon might like to try. Just watching the boy's stomach muscles tighten
was a good indicator that Dillon was getting there pretty fast.

      Of course Tony wondered why the kid was so eager for a little JO
session, especially since he was a virtual stranger. Dillon was a risk
taker, that much was obvious, but the things he didn't know fascinated Tony
even more.

      "Oh God...fuck...ahhh," Dillon groaned, thrusting upwards into Tony's
hand. OK the balls were contracting, the kid was about to blow. Sure
enough, with a mighty groan he started bucking and coming, his seed
spurting all over Tony's hand in copious amounts. Dillon was left gasping
for air by the time it was all done.

      Dillon lay back panting, and then rose up on his elbows and looked
down.

      "Damn, Tony, that was awesome, but I didn't get you off."

      "I don't always need to; you wouldn't be able to get me there like
this anyways. It doesn't matter, I'm not fifteen anymore," Tony laughed.

      "Oh, and what's that crack supposed to mean?" Dillon smiled.

      "Practice makes perfect," Tony said.

      "Funny man. I feel a little guilty coming here and not doing my
part," Dillon said.

      "Its fine, maybe we can just have a little talk," Tony said.

      Dillon was still in ninth grade, he explained, having failed the year
before...the year his father left. Tony could tell by the way he explained
the situation at home that he missed his father, it seems the mother was
nothing special. His older brother had joined the Army and was over in
Iraq, something else to worry about.

      "I worry about my little sister, you know, some of the guys around
the neighborhood look at her."

      "At eleven? That just plain creepy," Tony said.

      "Yeah, but she's staring to get boobs and I have to keep an eye on
her," Dillon said.

      "So you're a good brother, I like that. She doesn't need to find out
what teenage boys want from her this soon."

      "Oh she knows, I caught some boy with her last month. He had her
panties down and he was fingering her in the garage behind our house. I
beat the crap out of him. Ginny just thought it was fun."

      Tony shook is head. "You better keep an eye on her if she thinks that
way. Once kids get a taste for sex they're headed for trouble."

      Dillon grinned. "You think I'm trouble?"

      Tony had to laugh, Dillon was nothing but trouble...and sexy as
hell. "The only trouble I'll have with you is when I can't give you all you
want."

      Dillon blushed, and being naked the color spread to his chest. Tony
rubbed the boy's abs and reached out for him. Dillon slid into his arms and
they hugged.

      "Are you...are you gay, Tony?" The boy's voice was muffled against
his chest.

      Tony ran fingers through Dillon?s hair and on impulse kissed his
forehead. "I don't know if I want to tell you about my sex life."

      "Does a guy turn you on more than a woman?"

      "Right now you turn me on, Dillon. I love touching you, holding you
like this...does it matter if I'm gay?"

      "I might be gay; I don't know what I think anymore." Dillon pushed
himself up so he could look at Tony's face. "I think this is pretty sweet,
I never got naked with a strange guy before."

      His beautiful blue eyes looked down and Tony saw the passion deep
within. He leaned up and kissed the boy on the lips and Dillon pressed
back, his eyes closing as a groan issued from his throat. And as Tony
withdrew his lips Dillon followed him down, pressing to kiss yet again.

      Tony flicked his tongue across those soft lips and they parted,
mouths opening, the kiss becoming a duel of tongues. Tony could feel a
renewed erection pressed against his thigh, Dillon was ready to go
again. Tony slid a hand down Dillon's spine and grasped a butt cheek,
pulling him up tight.

      Dillon gasped as the kiss broke off, both of them needing the
air. His eyes sparkled with the passion his kiss had kindled, Tony couldn't
let that go.

      "I don't think that was your first kiss," Tony said.

      Dillon smiled. "No...but it was the best one I ever had. Can we do it
again?"

      Tony slid both hands down to the boy's ass and pulled him over on top
before kissing him again. A very hard cock dug into his stomach while
Tony's slid up the crease behind Dillon's balls. The boy tightened his
legs, squeezing Tony's cock between his thighs, and then he began to move.

      The effect was electric; the boy knew what he was doing. Tony had the
boy's tongue in his mouth and closed his lips around it, gently sucking. He
could feel Dillon's cock throbbing between them and suddenly it became
quite slippery as it oozed a quantity of lubricant.

      Tony's thrusting motions rubbed his cock and he began to ooze as
well. Placing both hands on Dillon's butt cheeks, Tony began kneading that
muscle as his fingers grazed back and forth in the crack. The moment he
made contact Dillon groaned and increased his thrusting movements.

      That little bit of encouragement made Tony stop all pretenses. His
cock had coated Dillon's butt crack with pre-cum and now he wiggled a
slippery finger against that tight little hole and felt it slide
inside. The groan this time was deep and long so Tony pressed in
deeper. Dillon's lips broke contact.

      "Oh....God...keep doing that," Dillon gasped, pulling his head up and
arching his back.

      His cock was wearing a groove across Tony's stomach and it felt so
hard it was difficult to imagine how the boy had held out this long. Dillon
was panting, his head whipping back and forth allowing all that hair to fly
around as the pressure built between them. Tony couldn't hold back much
longer, the pressure of those tight thighs made it seem like he was inside
the boy.

	"Oh...oh...I'm...I..." Dillon almost yelled and Tony felt a flood
release between them, covering his stomach with warm seed. That did it, he
cut loose too. Dillon's body shuddered, his anus gripping that imbedded
finger and relaxing with each spurt until he collapsed.

      Tony slowly withdrew his finger and Dillon groaned. His ass was slick
from Tony's orgasm, and cum was squishing between them.

      "God, you're so fucking sexy," Tony said.

      Dillon giggled, the first time Tony had heard that sound and it was
so dear. There was just something about this boy; he was so special, so
affectionate. Tony could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

      It was a moment to savor and Tony hoped it would never end. Dillon
was a willing partner, he wasn't all that inexperienced. He'd allowed
himself to let go, to ride the feelings and trust. Trust is what they
needed, Tony could never hurt him, and Dillon knew that now.

      His breathing resumed its normal pace and Dillon sighed. "I never
felt anything like that...awesome." He rose up and looked down at Tony's
face. "You're awesome."

      High praise, something that made Tony understand the relationship had
kicked up a notch. He could only smile. "I think you're pretty special too,
Dillon."

      The kiss Dillon gave him was soft and lingering, completely
affectionate. It seemed that there was more than passion on his mind. Again
the boy giggled. "We're kinda messy, huh?"

      "Nothing a hot shower won't cure," Tony said.

      "Do you have a lot of boyfriends?" Dillon asked.

      "No...I haven't in quite some time. There aren't too many special
boys like you out there."

      "So you only like boys now?"

      "No...I only like you," Tony said, and he meant it.

      "Does this mean I'm your boyfriend?"

      God, the boy was serious. How could he become so emotionally involved
in such a short time, they had only been together a matter of hours. There
was something seriously needy about him, something Tony needed to
understand better.

      "Do you want to be my boyfriend; do you think we should be committed
to one another?" Tony asked.

      "I just thought..." Dillon's face fell, thinking he had gone too far.

      "I would love to have you as a partner," Tony said. "Don't you think
you ought to know me better before you commit yourself like that?"

      Dillon's smile returned. "Partner...is that like a boyfriend?"

      "No...It's more than that. I want someone I can love for a long time,
Dillon. I just don't know what you want. You don't have to say anything
now; we ought to think about this before agreeing to anything."

      Dillon's eyes grew soft and moist, his emotions rising to the
surface. "You want to love me?" He asked in a hushed voice.

      Tony gazed up at him, trying to understand what he was feeling. There
was so much to love about him; he just didn't know the boy that well. But
there was something between them and it was growing stronger by the minute.

      Being physically attracted was just the starting point; Tony couldn't
deny what he desired...what else did he want? "I could learn to love
you. That's about as honest as I can be."

      "I've never been in love; I don't think anyone has ever loved me."

      OK, that was a slap across the face...what about his family?

      "Dillon, I'm sure your family loves you?" Tony said.

      The sad eyes once again and he shook his head in the negative. "No
they don't, I'm the outcast."

      Dillon could see the look of concern staring up at him; loving
fingers stroked Tony's cheek. The boy was delaying a response, what was he
afraid of?

      "She's only my step-mother, my father ran off after...after she
caught us together." The sad eyes were tearing now. "She thinks it's my
fault." And the tears squeezed from his eyes, running down his cheeks.

      "Oh God, " Tony said pulling him back down in an embrace. Dillon
sobbed in his arms and it made him so sad...and so angry. Any man who took
advantage of a boy like this ought to be shot, especially a father. But
Dillon had made it sound like it was consensual sex, that didn't sound
good.

      Tony didn't know how young Dillon had been when it started, but
obviously he'd been introduced to sex at an early age. It explained a lot
about how he acted now. What he had done with his father was now
familiar...acceptable, and that made Tony a little more than uncomfortable.

      Had he known about that past...maybe this was all wrong, they
shouldn't be here. He knew Dillon wanted acceptance, but this was the wrong
way to get it. Tony didn't want sex under these conditions.

      The sobbing gave way to silence and Tony felt him relax, realizing
the boy had fallen asleep. Yes, the boy was dear, but then he'd felt that
way about them all...all the way back to seventh grade. Not that there had
been so many, maybe a dozen in the past twenty years.

      Tony knew he had been lucky, Dillon proved that once again. The boys
just seemed to come out of nowhere, dropping in and out of his life like a
quick summer storm. Sometimes there had been a lot of thunder, but there
had always been the rain, sometimes for months on end.

      This boy needed a lot more than sex; Dillon needed someone to
trust. Tony was thirty-two, could he be all that for a boy only half his
age? And here he had been talking grandiose things about being partners
when all Dillon really needed was a friend, someone to care.

      The mother must be emotionally damaged; her husband had slept with
her son...or step-son. Where was the real mother? God, he was fifteen, way
too young to be on his own like this. Emotionally she had abandoned
him. Maybe it was easier to blame Dillon then to look at her own
inadequacies.

      And here he had allowed the boy to get close, close enough to
hurt. Crap, and three months from now he would be headed south to Atlanta,
which might take him away for a year or more. How could he be so stupid?

      Dillon stirred, his body giving an involuntary jerk as he came awake
and rolled off. He wiped his face and tried a weak smile. "I'm sorry...I
can be such a cry baby."

      "You have a lot of things to be emotional about, it's OK," Tony said.

      Dillon sat up and turned his back, sitting on the edge of the
bed. "God, I'm a mess."

      Tony got up and took the boy's hand, leading him into the
bathroom. Dillon just stood there, head down, emotionally drained as he
turned on the shower. Nothing was said as he stepped in the tub and Dillon
followed, sliding the glass door closed behind them.

      Tony turned Dillon's body, facing him into the spray and allowing the
dried semen to wash off his front side. Dillon turned back and Tony saw the
look on his face change.

      "Oh...I gotta pee, I should have done that first," Dillon said.

      Tony smiled and reached down for the boy's soft cock. He held it up
as he pulled Dillon close for a kiss. Dillon's eyes went wide and he showed
the beginnings of a smile. Their lips touched and the boy cut loose with a
stream of urine. Tony held onto that cock, allowing the boy to hose down
everything in reach.

      The kiss ended and Dillon smiled. "That was crazy."

      "I'm washable, and so are you." With that Tony cut lose, spraying the
boy with pee. Dillon giggled and then started to laugh.

      "OK, I never did that before," Tony said.

      "Seriously? Then why now?"

      "I just wanted to share something with you, something different."
Tony sighed and cupped Dillon's chin with a hand, raising his head, their
eyes only inches apart. "We have a lot to talk about you and me, but not
now...later. I like being with you, I want to be with you in every way
possible, but we need to know each other better first."

      Dillon nodded. "I want that too...I feel so different with you."

      "I have to know...I need to know a lot more about you, Dillon. I will
never judge you by anything that happened in your life before now so I want
you to be honest about it. We have to decide where all this is going, not
just me but the both of us...together.

      "I want more of you in my life; we'll have to figure out how to make
that possible. I know we may have a lot of problems to overcome; I barely
know anything about you. But I want to know everything...anything to help
us have a future together."

      Dillon nodded. "I promise, I'll tell you anything you want to
know. Then can we partners?"

      Tony nodded in reply. "I sure hope so; I want to love you so
badly..."

      And Dillon threw his arms around Tony's neck, smothering his words
with lips. It was like standing in the rain with this most amazing
boy. Dillon wanted to be his, and right at that moment Tony could think of
nothing that would make them both happier.



Chapter Two

      They made it back to the jobsite by lunchtime, stopping on the way
for a burger and drinks. Dillon was chatty, warm and witty, all good things
to cover up his nervousness. For somewhere along the line Dillon knew he
would have to spill the beans.

      Tony had backed off the lover routine the minute they got out of the
shower, he needed time to think. From a legal standpoint he had just
molested a child no matter what Dillon thought. It didn't help that he knew
what the father had done, except he didn't feel guilty like that bastard
should.

      There were a few trucks on the site when Tony pulled up; one of them
belonged to his boss...oops. Tony got out as Steve approached.

      "Tony...where you been?" Steve said.

      "I had to go get some line and a new tape; I think I left the old one
with Ray. Steve this is Dillon, my first local laborer. Mind your manners
Dillon, don't spit on the ground, Steve is our boss."

      Steve laughed and spit on the ground, but of course he chewed tobacco
so he had to. "I rounded up a few more hands," Steve said.

      "Good, we were about to start that fence line," Tony said.

      Dillon helped them unload the stakes from the back of the truck. A
sledge hammer would seat those easily. He outfitted the boy in a safety
vest and hard hat, putting on his own as they walked towards the road.

      "Stakes are measured off the centerline of the road, so we have to be
careful," Tony said. "Fifteen feet to the edge here and then ten feet back,
twenty-five feet from the centerline all the way down the property."

      Dillon nodded. "How far to the end?"

      "See that pole? The line ends six feet this side of it. Think you can
figure it out?"

      "Yeah, how many stakes?"

      "One every eight feet, but you see how straight the road is, we only
need to measure twice and then run a string line. I'll help you with the
measuring and you set the stakes from there, OK?"

      Dillon smiled. "Taking it easy on me this first day, huh?"

      Tony laughed. "Yeah, kinda. Let's get you started and then I'll go
get those other guys to start hauling the poles out here. You can help them
dig later on. Ever use a posthole digger?"

      "Nope, anything like a shovel?" Dillon asked.

      "Sorta, you watch them first. Make sure the poles are straight up
when they fill the holes back in. I'll be over there with Steve if you need
me."

	They measured the setback and Dillon drove in his first stake. They
walked the road and stretched the string out behind them until they came to
the property line. Another stake and then Dillon could take over. Tony
smiled as the boy laid out the tape for his first measurement, the kid
would do just fine.

	Steve already had the other three guys hauling the metal poles so
they stood back to talk.

	"Demo crew will be out here tomorrow for a look around," Steve
said. "I figure they ought to take the waste out that side road and then go
right on the highway, less of a traffic issue."

	"I agree, this ought to be cleared by next week. I looked inside
earlier, nothing big to haul away," Tony said.

	"How old is that kid you hired?"

	"Sixteen," Tony lied. "Figured he could sweep up anyway, do small
chores the rest of the summer and be out of the way before we get
rolling. Besides he knows all the locals, anyone messes with us and he'll
hear about it."

	Steve smiled. "Always good to have a snitch for protection. We
don't need any vandalism on the site. Tough neighborhood...might happen
anyway. Fences are useless except to keep the insurance company happy. "

	Tony looked over and saw Dillon had about ten stakes out already,
good kid. The men with the poles were spreading them out down the line and
one of them said something to Dillon. Tony watched Dillon ignore the guy
until the man tossed a pole at the kid with a laugh. The pole hit the boy
in the side and he went down just as Tony took off running.

	The man was still laughing when Tony slammed into him, knocking him
to the ground. Steve came running up just as Tony twisted the guy's arm
back in an arm lock, holding him to the ground. Steve went over to check
out the boy.

	"What the hell is your problem," Tony yelled in the man's face.

	"I hate that little faggot," The guy said.

	"Then you don't work here anymore, he's twice the man you are, shit
head." Tony ripped the vest and hard hat off the man. "Get off the
property, if I so much as see your face I'll call the cops and report the
assault, get it?"

	The man got up and nursed his sore arm, then he spat at
Dillon. Tony's punch caught him on the chin and the guy fell flat out. The
man lay unconscious as Tony dialed nine-one-one on his cell phone and asked
to report an assault.

	Steve was kneeling there on the ground next to Dillon, the boy
didn't look injured. The pole had just knocked the wind out of him. Tony
stood over the downed man feeling his temper fade; it had felt good to
punch the asshole.

	"Do you know this guy?" Tony heard Steve ask the boy.

	"He knows my brother, they weren't friends...this guy deals drugs,"
Dillon said.

	The other two guys had dropped their gear and were walking away
before the cops came. Steve smiled. "Maybe we ought to ask Dillon before we
hire any more locals."

	Tony laughed. "Might work."

	A squad car pulled in the entrance and spotted them, pulling over
close by. Tony explained who he was and what had happened, dropping the
word drugs into the conversation. The cops cuffed the guy and searched his
pockets. Oh yeah, a small bag of white powder in one pocket, that would get
him a few years behind bars.

	Tony gave the cops a business card and his statement of events
before they hauled the jerk off for booking. Steve watched as Dillon got
back up and picked up the sledge hammer.

	"No way, kiddo. You take the rest of the day off, hear? I'll send
some guys over tomorrow, only his time you get to be the boss. You just
show them where to put the fence and make sure they do it right, OK?"

	Dillon grinned as Steve shook his hand. "Later, Tony," and then
Steve was gone. The boy looked dumbfounded and that only made Tony laugh.

	"I bet you have to be the youngest foreman Steve has...good for
you," Tony said.

	"Foreman? I get to boss the crew?" Dillon asked.

	"Yeah, and I have to raise your pay too."

	Now Dillon really grinned. "And I can't work today, but that
sucks."

	"Come on; let's get cleaned up before you go home."

	Dillon shook his head. "Don't wanna go home, Tony. I wanna stay
with you."

	"I don't know what your mom would say, you might get in trouble,"
Tony said.

	"Take me home then, I'll get her to agree," Dillon said.

	"It won't be good if you lie to her, Dillon."

	"I won't have to, the truth is bad enough...you'll see."

	Tony loaded the truck and locked the trailer. Dillon pointed up the
road and Tony drove. "What's your step-mom's name?"

	"Sarah Brickman...I'm still a Larson, I'll never change my name but
she hates it."

	Tony followed directions and stopped in front of what had to be the
smallest house on the block. This didn't look good at all and he had no
idea what Dillon was going to say. At least the house was clean and
neat. They walked in and there was this very cute little girl sitting on
the couch watching cartoons.

	"Hey, Ginny...where's mom?"

	"Kitchen," the girl replied, her eyes never leaving the screen.

	Tony followed the boy to the back and he pushed open the kitchen
door.

	"Mom, this is Tony, he's my boss for the summer job."

	The kitchen was definitely her domain...her's and Jesus' that
is. Framed pictures of the Lord and crosses dominated the walls, a
veritable church of food preparation.

	She dried her hands on a towel and gave Tony a look.

	"Tony Hart, Mrs. Brickman"

	"Sarah...so you're the guy building up at the corner," She said.

	"My company, yes. Dillon told you about the job?"

	"Yeah, he said something...its fine with me if it keeps him out of
trouble."

	"Hector got arrested today," Dillon blurted out.

	"Good, that's one less worry on this street," Sarah said.

	"He hit me and Tony called the cops on him."

	"OK, now you better explain that." She said.

	Tony gave her the story, including the drugs they found on the
man. It didn't seem to make her happy, instead she looked frightened.

	"Those Mexican drug dealers...damn it." Sarah said. "Now you've
stirred up the pot, Dillon. What do you think they'll do?"

	"Jose and Marcus were there too, they ran off. I guess I'll have to
watch my back," Dillon said.

	"Brave talk, you're a fifteen year old kid."

	"I have a suggestion," Tony said. "Some of this worry you have is
our fault, my boss hired those guys without checking on them first. We'll
put Dillon up until you think this has blown over."

	"They're hoodlums, Mr. Hart. The Menendez brothers have nothing
better to do than hate, sell drugs and try to run our children down in the
street," Sarah said. "Did Dillon tell you he caught one of those guys
messing with my little girl? They think it's funny."

	"If he's in danger then I ought to get him out of here for a
while," Tony said.

	"Go on, take the boy...he's better off away from here. Lord
Almighty, now they'll be after you too."

	"Me? Why would they be interested in me?" Tony asked.

	"Hector is one of the brothers who run that gang; you called the
cops on him,"
 Sarah said. "It doesn't matter if they're right or wrong, they don't think
straight as it is. Your company just better keep an eye on that property
from now on."

	"Thanks for the warning," Tony said. "I guess Dillon better pack
some things, he might be away for a while."

	Dillon grinned and left the room. Tony was stunned, all this from a
little bust?

	"How do I reach you?" Sarah asked.

	Tony handed her a business card. "My home number is on the
back. Look, if those drug men give you any problems you call me, OK."

	"What you gonna do, send over an army of construction workers to
beat them up?" Sarah asked.

	Tony smiled. "Yes."

	Sarah laughed. "OK, I should have met you a long time ago. The
neighborhood has been afraid of them for years; there were two shootings
down there. The cops don't know what to do, they want evidence first."

	"One thing at a time, let me get Dillon safe first, those others
aren't going anywhere very soon unless it's to jail."

	"I pray for that every day," Sarah said.

	Dillon appeared at the door with a small suitcase. "Ready," he
announced. "Bye Ma," and then he turned to leave. Tony could tell there was
no love between them, just worry.

	"Thanks, Sarah...I'll stay in touch," Tony said.

	But she turned away as if the moment was passed. Tony got the
impression that she really didn't care if Dillon left. It was all too sad
for words.

	Dillon was already in the truck when Tony came out of the house,
and he pointed as they drove down the street. "The two yellow houses side
by side, that's where they live...there are like a dozen guys or more in
there...bastards."

	"How do they deal if the cops know where they live?" Tony asked.

	"Out of their cars, they move around a lot to keep from getting
busted," Dillon said. "You think they'll screw up the job site like ma
says?"

	"I hope they do, you haven't met Ray yet have you?"

	"Nope, who is he?"

	"Just a guy...a very dangerous guy if you piss him off," Tony
said. "So you got your wish, you're out of the house."

	"Yeah...now all I have to do is watch my back," Dillon said.

	"Don't worry, I got you covered there," Tony said.

	It was mid-day, too soon to take the boy home so Tony drove over to
the office. Good, he thought, Steve's truck was in the parking lot. Dillon
tagged along as Tony strode into the lobby.

	"Molly, this is Dillon...gonna need some paperwork for him," Tony
said, introducing the boy to the secretary.

	Molly pulled some folders out of a drawer and handed them
over. "Steve's in back, heard you had a little problem," Molly said.

	"Yup, and it may get worse, is Ray here?" Tony asked.

	"Back with Steve. Nice to meet you, Dillon."

	Dillon smiled and followed Tony down the hallway. Steve was in the
plans room along with this large hulking man, probably the biggest guy
Dillon had ever seen.

	Ray grinned when he saw Tony. "Hey killer, trying to make a
reputation for yourself?" He put up his hands in a boxing stance.

	"God no, and especially not with you," Tony laughed. "Dillon this
is Ray, he's the senior project manager."

	Ray shook the boy's hand and Dillon almost gasped when he saw the
size of the man's hands. But the gentle smile was disarming, Ray seemed
nice enough.

	"I dropped by Dillon's house to tell his mother what happened, came
away with some disturbing news," Tony said.

	Steve looked up from the drawing on the table. "What's up?"

	"This Hector character is one of the leaders in a drug gang that
runs the area. Dillon's mom seems to think the gang will be after Dillon
now and me as well. She thinks they'll try and disrupt the site, maybe even
vandalize our project. I can only guess why they signed on to work, maybe
they were going to rob us blind."

	"Mexican drug gang, now that sounds serious," Steve said.

	"Yeah, Dillon says they've been running the neighborhood for a
while, his mother looked pretty frightened," Tony said.

	"Well we've got insurance for the site," Steve said, "but I'll get
a security guard over there once we get equipment on the ground. Probably
would be a good idea to notify the cops and get some extra patrols through
there. I guess all that leaves are you two, think you'll be safe?"

	"Dillon is going to stay with me until this blows over, we ought to
be fine during work hours," Tony said.

	"You have any problems I'll spend some time on the site with you,"
Ray said.

	"If they mess with us I'll be sure to let you know," Tony said.

	"Just don't be a hero, I got people for that," Ray said, his grin
looked purely evil.

	"Gotcha. We'll go back at it tomorrow, Steve," Tony said.

	Steve looked over at Dillon. "You good with that?" He asked the
boy.

	"Yes sir, can't wait to find out what a post hole digger is."

	They all laughed and Steve clapped the boy on the back before
turning back to his drawings. Tony led them back out of the building and
they got on the truck.

	"That was fine, they like you," Tony said.

	"God, Ray is like huge isn't he?" Dillon said.

	"Yup, a real gentle giant. You should see him on that motorcycle of
his; it looks like a toy with him in the saddle. But he knows some strong
people; a lot of them work for us too. You hungry yet?"

	"We just ate like three hours ago, I'm good for a while," Dillon
said.

	"Do you like to swim?" Tony asked.

	"Yeah, you got a pool?"

	"Nope, but the Y does, I belong." Tony said.

	"I don't have a suit, I didn't bring one," Dillon said.

	"I probably have one at the house that will fit you, might be a
little small," Tony said.

	"Show off my ass, huh? Bet you'd like that," Dillon laughed.

	"Let's go find out," Tony said.

      Tony drove back to the house, parking the truck on the street so he
could get the car out of the garage. He rummaged in the closet a bit and
came up with an old bathing suit. It had been Michael's, a boy from the
past, they were all in the past...and now there was Dillon.

	"One of your boyfriends leave this here?"

	"Yeah...Michael," Tony replied.

	Dillon sat on the end of the bed and held the suit out for
inspection. "Will you tell me about him, what was he like?"

	Tony stopped in the middle of changing his clothes and sighed.

	"Michael was...was kinda special. He lived in that big green house
up the street until they moved early last year. I first met him when he was
about ten years old, he was much too young to be hanging around with me
back then but he grew up fine."

	"How old was he when you guys...well, you know," Dillon said.

	Tony sat down beside Dillon and smiled. "He was sixteen the night
he showed up on my doorstep. We had been friendly for a long time, but it
was just a hello kind of thing until then. He was drunk as a skunk and was
afraid to go home.

	"Seems he had gone to a party with some older friends from school
and they got him drunk. I don't know why he chose to come here except that
he barfed his brains out in my yard before ringing the doorbell."

	"I never drink, that stuff is nasty," Dillon said.

	"Yeah, he sorta came to that conclusion too after it made him
sick. But he rang the bell around midnight and I opened the door to find
him sitting on the steps. It took about two seconds to discover he was
drunk, he smelled really bad from being sick.

	"Michael apologized for disturbing me and then flat out said he was
scared to go home. He was supposed to be spending the night at a friend's
house but he was pissed off after they got him drunk so he walked out. Now
he was sure his father would be mad as hell so he asked if he could sleep
it off on my couch."

	"Was he nice looking, I mean did you think he was really cute or
something?"

	Tony smiled. "He was very cute, something I had noticed even when
he was little. I never planned on getting any closer, after all he lived
right up the street and I didn't think that was a good idea. But he had
come to me, and I wanted to help him out.

	"I got him undressed because his clothes stunk to high heaven and
he just stood there weaving around a bit until he was down to his
briefs. Then I led him into the bathroom and made him strip off and stand
under the shower. I don't know if he would have ever become naked for me
any other way, but he was too far gone to resist that night."

	"Naked and cute, bet you had a hard time with that," Dillon
laughed.

	"Hard is right, but I could never take advantage of a boy in that
condition. Michael was a good kid, I didn't know if he had any kind of
experience before then and I wasn't planning on giving him any. So I got
him cleaned up and he passed out on this bed with a wet towel around his
waist.

	"I threw all his clothes in the washer and got him in under the
covers, and then I went and lay down on the couch. Well I couldn't sleep
out there so I came back in here and crawled in bed, Michael was out cold,
I didn't think it mattered."

	Dillon giggled. "I know, and then he woke up, right?"

	Tony laughed. "Yeah, the following morning, and boy was he
confused. I mean he was naked in bed in a bedroom he'd never seen before
and with a man beside him. I woke up with this bleary eyed boy staring down
at my face, he was in shock.

	"I told him what he'd done and how he got here, and then out of
nowhere he asked if we had a good time before he passed out. That freaked
me out, and then Michael told me he'd been watching me since he was
younger. He saw other boys come here, he had always wanted to be one of
them once he figured it out."

	"Sweet, he was gay?"

	"I suppose, or at least he had feelings he didn't understand. He
was hung over and I wasn't about to start anything. He got dressed and
walked home, I stayed freaked out the whole day. I couldn't understand why
I hadn't noticed him watching me, but at least now I knew he did and that
he understood I was gay."

	"So...did he come back?" Dillon asked.

	"Nosey little brat aren't you?" Tony laughed.

	"Yeah, but I get it. I would never have been able to say what he
did; I could never just tell a guy I'd been watching him like that."

	"I didn't know about you until we talked in the trailer," Tony
said, "But I looked for you every time I went past the store."

	"So how did you...how did you guys get things rolling?" Dillon
asked.

	"He came back that afternoon, it was a Sunday and he knew I was
home. He rang the bell and when I opened the door he was standing there in
just that bathing suit, I almost died. He'd come back over to thank me for
covering his stupid mistake so I invited him in.  He was on his way to the
pool at the Y and I asked if I could join him, get to know him better.

	"He followed me in here when I came in to change and he looked at
the bed telling me it was a shame. We'd been in bed together and all we did
was sleep. Honestly Dillon, I tried to think of any reason I could for
refusing the boy, but I was hooked. We never made it to the Y that
afternoon; we spend here it in this bed."

	"Did you do everything?" Dillon asked.

	"Yes, eventually, but not right then. I taught him about loving a
man, and we did fall in love for a while. They moved to Charleston six
months later because of his dad's work for the Navy. We still e-mail, he
has a boyfriend down there and he'll be eighteen in October."

	"Do you still love him, Tony?"

	"Kinda hard to feel the same when he's moved on in life, love is
sorta like an in your face deal with me. I still care about him, we had
wonderful times together, and I can't just let that feeling go."

	Dillon stood up and shucked his work boots, the pants and boxers
followed. He pulled the bathing suit up his legs and wiggled his ass into
the tight fitting garment. The shirt came last, and then he stood there,
turning sideways so that Tony could admire his ass.

	"You have a beautiful body, and that suit is a bit small, you get
an erection and it will shred," Tony said.

	"Michael must have been real skinny," Dillon said.

	"He was, but even then that suit was tight on him. I think he wore
it to tease me," Tony laughed.

	"Do I tease? I don't think that's very nice."

	Tony pulled the boy closer, running his hands over Dillon's legs
and thighs. He could feel the fuzz on that smooth skin; otherwise he knew
the boy only had a small pubic bush and a few hairs in his pits. He was so
blonde that it would take a close inspection to find even those.

	"You are so beautiful..." Tony began, but Dillon pushed him back on
the bed and fell on top, his lips searching and finding Tony's mouth. Tony
could feel the boy become erect and he was tempted to go on...but they had
unresolved issues to discuss first.

	He rolled Dillon off to the side and propped himself up on an
elbow, gazing into the boy's eyes.

	"I've told you about a bit about my past, now tell me about your
father," Tony said.
	Dillon hadn't seen it coming, but he felt obligated so he took a
breath and began.

	"Dad was sixteen when I was born, I suppose the condom broke or
something. But we lived with my grandparents until I was three and Dad
married my mother when they turned eighteen. I suppose I ought to admire
him for that, he did the right thing...but for all the wrong reasons.

	"I grew up to the smell of pot smoke in the house; they were both
constantly smoking when he was home. He had a good job as a car mechanic,
he could afford the weed. We lived outside Charlotte then, close to my
grandparents. Mom stayed home with me until I was about six or seven, then
she went to work because the coke they got into was much more expensive. I
spent the afternoons with my Grandma after school.

	"I remember coming home one day and everyone was so upset, my mom
had been caught buying coke. Social Services wanted to take me away but my
Grandma stepped in and I went with her. There was court and mom got
probation, but she screwed up again and went to jail. By then my dad had
just walked away from her and when her time was up she went back to Florida
with her parents."

	Dillon sighed. "Dad came back to get me when I was ten, he was
married to my step-mother by then. She already had Ginny and things at the
house were a little strange. It was like her and Ginny on one side and Dad
and I on the other team. Sarah was so Christian it almost got funny at
times. But when she caught dad smoking weed again she used to give him
hell.

	"He had a camper by then and he used to take me out camping just so
he could smoke weed behind her back. He got me stoned for the first time
when I was twelve. It was stupid but I thought it was cool to get high with
my dad. He wasn't sleeping with Sarah anymore which meant he was horny all
the time. So in that tiny camper he used to get high and play with
himself."

	Dillon smiled. "I was just twelve when I discovered that my dick
did more than pee. Dad discovered me doin it in bed and sat down to watch,
then he joined me. It was weird yeah, but we got high together so this was
just something else to do. One night we were stoned and he just took my
hand, put it on his erection and told me to get him off. I really enjoyed
doing that.

	"But I had other feelings as well, stuff I didn't understand when I
was that young. I had a couple of school friends and we jerked off
together, Danny was my closest buddy and I really had a crush on him. But
stupid me, I tried to suck him off and he socked me in the eye for trying,
end of friendship. So like a dummy I told dad what had happened.

	"We went camping the next weekend and once high he told me to suck
his dick. I suppose I didn't mind, I was just afraid someone would find
out. That made our sex a whole lot more serious, now he wanted it all the
time. He sucked me too, said it was only fair, but then he started
fingering my ass and I got worried. Sure enough, he laced my weed with coke
and I got really stoned, that's when he fucked me.

	"I mean we were out in the woods, no one around and I screamed my
head off it hurt so bad. But we were out there for three days and he kept
doin it, over and over until I got used to it. My ass was sore for a week
before he tried it again, only this time he did it at home when mom was
out.

	"About the third time he did it she came home and caught us, by
then I loved it and she heard me telling him to fuck me harder. That's why
she blames me, Tony; I was encouraging the devil to make him do it. She
threw him out but by then I knew I liked sex with guys, but dad was the
only man ever fucked me. I talked a couple friends into doing it but they
ran off thinking it was too weird. And here we are."

	Tony gazed down; amazed at the narrative he'd just heard. It seems
the father had only encouraged something Dillon already felt about
himself. What he did was inexcusable considering his position of authority
over the boy and the drug use only made it worse.

	"Where is your dad now?" Tony asked.

	"California probably, he always wanted to live there. You think he
screwed up my head, don't you?"

	"The sex part was something you would probably have done anyway if
you knew yourself to be gay, but it should never have happened with
him. Getting you hooked on drugs was inexcusable, that was terrible. Do you
still get high?" Tony asked.

	"No, I don't like it anymore. My friends kid me about it, they all
party, but they don't know why I quit. I just don't want to end up like my
parents, that's all."

	"That's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say," Tony said.

	"So now are you still worried about us?" Dillon asked.

	"I never said I was."

	"Yeah, but I could see it in your eyes this morning the minute I
told you about dad."

	"Very observant, I was worried," Tony said.

	"Well don't be, OK? I know what it means to have sex with a man, I
can handle it now. I just never fell in love before and...and I love you,
Tony, can't you see that?"

	Tony stroked Dillon's cheek, soothing the rising emotions. The boy
had tears in his eyes when Tony leaned down to kiss him. A long passionate
kiss, something to reassure Dillon he was loved.

	The kiss broke off and Tony looked down into that sweet loveable
face, he could no longer deny the feelings.

	"I love you too, sweet boy," Tony said.



Chapter Three

	Boys like Tommy, Jacob and even Michael had stayed in his life for
a little while, long enough for Tony to feel something like love for each
of them. He'd experienced such moments of tenderness with each of them,
moments he hoped would never end, but they always did.

	His own adolescence had been confusing and he envied any boy who
knew exactly what they wanted, those three sure did. The blundering
experiences of Tony's youth had only served to solidify his yearning for
love, it was never more apparent than in the feelings he now had for
Dillon.

	He'd come to terms with being a lover of boys. He felt it was a
choice and not a weakness, Tony had never felt weak in his life. His youth
had been filled with physical activity, swimming, boxing and even a stint
on the wrestling team in high school. All these activities were chosen so
he could be around other boys, for by middle school Tony knew all about
what he liked.

	Nothing like a tussle on the mats with a half naked boy, even if it
was in front of hundreds of spectators. He met Billy that way, the first
boy who allowed him to explore the strange new world of male sex. No matter
that the boy pinned him in that match up, he was floored by the hardness of
Billy's cock which pressed against his trembling thigh.

	Billy was in eighth at Taggard Middle, Tony was in seventh at
Mason, but their lives were only a short bus ride away. Tony's struggle in
that first match allowed him to stare up into Billy's eyes through a glaze
of sweat pouring off them both. He saw the triumph of a winner...and
something else, something that made him want to lose more than the match.

	Recognizing the look in Billy's eyes was only the first step and he
wasn't surprised when the boy asked for his phone number, he was about to
ask for the same thing himself. They shared hours on the phone, learning
about one another and dodging the feelings that had brought them together.

	But there was no talk of girls, something most boys their age fell
into almost immediately. And with the Easter break they came together once
again, only this time they each had a new agenda. They walked from the
movies at Trenton Mall back to Billy's house because no one was home.

	Tony stood in Billy's bedroom shaking like a leaf, their moment had
come. And as Billy stood before him, eyes filled with uncertainty, Tony
knew it was his moment, he would not lose again.

	Their first touches off the mats were tender, a hand to the face,
the shoulder, the hip. And without a word Billy leaned in for their first
kiss. Tony knew he had to make this kiss work, although he had never kissed
a boy before. Somehow they came together and it was perfect...more than
perfect. Billy groaned as Tony clutched his body, their lips sealed and
tongues lapping at one another.

	Tony could feel that familiar hardness against his stomach as Billy
moved them towards his bed. The kiss ended with a gasp and a flurry of
activity as clothes came flying off. And finally Tony got to see the object
of his desires as they fell on the bed together.

	At thirteen Tony felt his progress through puberty was going just
fine, his little cocklet had become a respectable tool in his sexual
arsenal. But Billy was far ahead, no wonder it had felt so big and strong
against his thigh.

	Tony remembered the words they spoke, they were simple.

	"I never...," they both said at exactly the same time, and they
even shared the blush that revelation engendered. Two complete virgins in
body, but never in mind.

	And their next kiss lead to touching, rubbing and the wild abandon
only two boys could conjure as they worked themselves into a frenzy. Billy
succumbed to Tony's hand; Tony's orgasm came from sheer bliss...that first
time was over, now they could move on.

	They had days, hours of exploration all leading to a total loss of
virginity. It was without a doubt Tony's finest moment when he allowed
Billy to slide inside of him. For looking up into the boy's eyes at that
special moment he saw something that would feed his addiction for a
lifetime, he saw love.

	It was like that once again, only now Tony was looking down into
Dillon's eyes, eyes so blue it was like diving into cool crisp water on an
October morning. Their moment had come; all thoughts and doubts were cast
aside.

	And even though Tony had wanted a romantic evening, candlelight and
soft music for that first total encounter he should have known
better. Dillon would always get what he wanted when he wanted it...and that
moment was now.

	No massive foreplay, a few kisses and Dillon raised his legs, his
body demanding their coupling. And with his cock glistening, covered in
lube, Tony took the plunge knowing they would never turn back. It had been
like that with Billy. From first to last, love for a boy would always lead
to this moment.

	"Oh God...Tony," Dillon groaned, and Tony's thoughts snapped back
from the past. Dillon was here and now, he deserved the utmost
concentration.

	Dillon was far from passive; sex with him was like tangling with a
wild animal in heat. The boy's hands were all over him, pinching,
scratching and even the occasional caress. There would be marks, but Tony
would wear them proudly.

	Just knowing he was giving Dillon everything he had made it the
best sex they could possibly share. And as Tony felt himself letting go
Dillon grabbed him and held him tightly, moaning as he felt his guts fill
with Tony's warm seed.

	Tony reached down and grasped the boy's swollen cock; it only took
a few strokes for Dillon to explode. Now they both had the pleasure of
release and Tony collapsed on the bed.

	"Damn Dillon...."

	"Yeah....awesome. I'm sorry about the scratches; I need to cut my
nails."

	"It's OK, but damn you do fight back," Tony laughed.

	"I was havin too much fun, sex is a team sport," Dillon
chuckled. "I think your team won, I can hardly move."

	"OK, we skip the swimming today, I think we just had our
workout. Besides, everyone will think I've been in a car accident."

	Tony rolled on his side and looked at Dillon's face.

	"So where do we go from here, Tony?"

	"We go on with life, only now we do it with love," Tony replied.

	"I'm yours for the summer; I get that...then what?"

	"I want you to stay with me, think we can accomplish that?" Tony
asked.

	"I have school and mom to think about. Why, are you going
someplace?

	"Atlanta in three months or so, maybe for a whole year if the
project takes off...come with me," Tony said.

	"I want to...but how?"

	"You can home school, I make a hell of a good teacher, but I don't
want you to miss all your friends."

	"Yeah right, those boys are worth missing most of the time. If they
knew about us they'd blow me off in a heartbeat, not a loyal friend in the
bunch. As for mom...you already know what that feels like." Dillon
smiled. "I bet she'd love it if you took me along, then she wouldn't have
to deal with me at all."

	"And I would, I've never raised a fifteen year old boy before,"
Tony said.

	"You were doin pretty good about ten minutes ago. I'll be sixteen
real soon, will that make a difference?"

	"In a legal sense it will for me. I can teach you to drive, that's
the first step on the road to independence," Tony said.

	"Yeah, I never drove before, just skated. Who taught you to drive?"

	"My dad, mom always said I was the better driver even at sixteen."

	"Do your parents know about you?" Dillon asked.

	Tony smiled. "It took me a while to tell them, it wasn't a pleasant
conversation. My parents can't accept that I'm gay, Dillon, never will. Mom
has these religious hang-ups about it and dad, well it's just not a guy
thing, he doesn't know how to deal with it.

	"I mean we talk on the phone, it's about all we still do
together. The rest of the family doesn't know but I pretty much grew up
without them; I'm just sorry they don't understand me."

	"We can make our own family," Dillon said, and then he
grinned. "I'm just sorry I can't have your baby, but you can keep tryin."

	Tony laughed. "You're such an amazing kid, and after all the crap
you've been through. No wonder I love you."

	Dillon laughed and then his facial expression changed. "Oops, time
to use the toilet." He ran to the bathroom and quickly shut the door. The
toilet flushed a few minutes later and Dillon opened the door.

	"I need a shower, I feel all sticky. Want to join me?"

	On the ride to work in the morning Tony wondered if this whole
business with the Menendez brothers was going to blow over or escalate. He
should never have had any doubts, and what he found on the site gave him a
quick answer.

	The security guard was nowhere to be seen, but his car was beside
the trailer. Tony opened the trailer door and saw nothing unusual, just a
coffee cup on the desk that he didn't recognize.

	"Dillon, I don't like the feel of this, go back to the truck and
lock yourself in," Tony commanded.

      He picked up the phone and the line was dead, it figured. He was just
about to step out the door when it flew open and Dillon threw himself
inside, the gunshots soon followed. They were both on the floor when they
heard tires spinning and the guard's car took off towards the entrance to
the site.

      "Shit, what was that about?" Dillon said.

      "Some one was hiding in the car, that's what. Our phone is dead,
let's head back to the truck," Tony said.

      But the truck's tires had been the target of the shots, two of them
were flat. Tony couldn't count on anyone around here calling the cops; he
needed that fucking cell phone out in the truck. He looked out the trailer
window and saw the lights come on in the store across the street, they
would have a phone.

      "I'm going to run over to the store and call the cops, you wait
here," Tony said.

      "No way, I'm coming with you," Dillon replied.

      "Bulletproof too are you?"

      "They're gone, we know who did this."

      "Yeah, well proving it is another thing," Tony said.

      The Pakistani guy in the store wouldn't open the door. "No open," he
yelled when Tony banged on the door.

      "Open the door or I'll report you to the police," Tony yelled
back. That did it.

      Tony called nine-one-one and made a report, and then he called Steve
to report the gunshots and the guard missing. Steve promised help was on
the way. The clerk looked nervous so Tony bought some sodas and left a ten
on the counter. They stood out front until the cops arrived, and boy did
they come in force.

      No fewer than six squad cars flew in from every direction and Tony
walked back across the street to make his report. The police called in the
crime lab and then went looking for the guard, Ray pulled in just as they
found the poor guy tied up in the portable toilet.

      "Having a bad morning I hear," Ray said.

      "Not every day I get shot at," Tony agreed.

      "I'm moving my boys in here, it won't happen again," Ray said. "What
did you say those Mexican boys were called?

      "Menendez," Tony said.

      "Seems we need to take care of them right away."

      The cops finally left and the crew started arriving to work and the
grading went on. Over the course of the morning Ray's guys started
trickling in. Trucks were parked at various corners of the worksite and
Tony knew the men were armed for bear.

      Ray drove a large black pickup with tinted windows, so he had Dillon
take a ride and show him where the enemy lived. The boy told him that
almost all the drug dealers lived together in the two houses, a dozen or
more guys.

      "No kids...no women?" Ray asked.

      "Never seen any, I think they have their women somewhere else, never
seen any kids at all."

      "Good, that makes things easier," Ray said.

      "What can you do?" Dillon asked.

      Ray grinned. "You don't want to know."

      The work day ended at three-thirty in the afternoon, and everyone
drove away in a big show of leaving the site. The four men who remained
were hidden, just in case they were needed. Ray told Tony to scram, he had
some things to pick up and then the Menendez problem would be solved.

      Tony drove off and took Dillon out to dinner. Then they went home for
a quiet evening.

      "We could have been shot today," Dillon said. "Why did they just
shoot the truck?"

      "A warning, either that or they were planning to come back...I don't
know. What I do know is that they'll be sorry they messed with us, Ray will
see to that," Tony said.

      Tony had planned on a night of warm cuddles; he didn't want Dillon to
think that all their time in bed had to include sex. But tell a fifteen
year old not to get horny when he's naked, Dillon had his own ideas.

      He sat on Tony's cock for a long rough ride that would ensure their
mutual orgasm. Dillon's fascination with anal sex would level out at some
point, at least Tony hoped so. But the bouncing boy in his lap was just too
exciting to watch, and Dillon must have been just as thrilled.

      Other than grunts, gasps and moans, the only sound in the bedroom was
the slapping sound the boy's stiff cock made as it hit Tony's belly. The
whap...whap...whap was hypnotic and Tony felt the surge begin deep inside
as if responding to the rhythm.

      Dillon groaned as Tony filled his ass, and in response he sprayed
Tony down pretty good with his hose. Looking down the boy's expression of
wonder changed to amusement and he laughed at the goo splattered from neck
to belly. Dillon laid down in it and rubbed his slow dying erection on
Tony's stomach as they kissed.

      "Now that's a proper fucking," Dillon whispered between kisses. He
groaned as Tony slid out of him, but didn't move his body.

      "Sex with you is always so messy," Tony said.

      "Is that a complaint?" Dillon asked.

      "Nope, just an observation. Remind me not to have sex with you unless
there's a shower close by. Sperm has all the characteristics of contact
cement when it dries, so if we don't move right soon you'll be welded to my
chest."

      "That might prove awkward," Dillon laughed. "It would make getting
dressed kinda hard."

      They showered and then hit the bed, this time for sleep. Tony set the
alarm for five, he wanted to be on the site by the time daylight lit the
scene. Dillon was a big boy, but he was cuddly as a teddy bear, and that's
the last thing Tony remembered thinking.

      The alarm Tony thought, and then he realized it was the telephone. He
sat up and looked at the clock, it was almost five anyway. He picked up the
phone.

      "Hello?"

      "Hey Tony, sorry to call so early, but I just wanted to tell you the
site will be closed down today," Steve said. "You might want to check out
the morning news, some exciting things happened past night."

      "Ok, well I'll take it easy this morning and come by the office,"
Tony said.

      "Yeah do that, I'm sure Ray would like to tell you things. Ok, bye
for now." And Steve hung up.

      "What was that?" Dillon asked.

      "Job's closed today, that means I get to stay here and screw your
brains out all day long," Tony laughed, diving under the covers and
tickling the boy.

      Dillon went off in peals of laughter as Tony's fingers found his
ticklish spots, but he was hard in a matter of seconds. Tony felt that and
went for it. Dillon groaned as Tony's mouth slid down the length of his
cock and fingers grasped his balls.

      "I need to pee, Tony," Dillon shrieked.

      Tony shook his head; he wasn't going to allow it.

      Dillon groaned, his bladder was insistent but his sexual feelings
trumped that. Tony was careful not to push on the boy's stomach, instead he
slid his hands underneath and grasped the soft cushions of the boy's butt
and pulling up and sinking that stiff cock into the back of his throat.

      Finally Dillon's cock throbbed and Tony got his early breakfast. A
few seconds after he came Dillon pushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

      "God, that was weird," He yelled, "Don't do that again."

      "Aw, it won't hurt you," Tony yelled back.

      "Well it sure felt funny," Dillon said as he walked back in the
bedroom. "I thought I was gonna pee in your mouth."

      Tony grinned. "I was hungry not thirsty."

      "Eww, that's gross...what's for breakfast?"

      Tony went about making the coffee as Dillon snapped on the
television, a few minutes later he yelled.

      "Tony...you have to see this..."

      The news report showed a scene of devastation and Dillon cranked up
the volume.

      "A once quiet neighborhood was shattered last evening by a massive
gas explosion," The reporter said. "The police and rescue personnel took
most of the night to pull all the victims out of the rubble. The home that
exploded was a rental property, as was the one next door that also
collapsed.

      "So far the fire department has pulled nine bodies from the home
which is little more than a pile of wood and building materials. The
explosion at two fifty this morning collapsed the roof and walls, and blew
material out on the street. Police responded to a neighbor's call and the
fire department was only seconds behind.

      "The cause of the explosion is still under investigation, but a fire
department spokesman said they found welding equipment in the back yard and
several tanks of volatile gas under the wreckage. Police were unsure just
how many people were in both houses, they will release the names after they
have concluded their investigation. For Channel Seven news this is Carl..."
And Dillon turned off the set.

      "Oh My God...Ray did all that," Dillon said.

      "Maybe, not like anyone will find out," Tony said.

      "They found nine; I wonder where the others are?" Dillon asked.

      "In pieces we hope, didn't look like they've gotten into the basement
yet. Come on, let's eat and drive over to the office. I'm sure we'll get
some answers there," Tony said.

      They ate and showered, hitting the road shortly thereafter. Ray's
truck was in the office lot, as were half a dozen others. Molly was on the
phone when they walked in and she just pointed at the back.

      Steve and Ray were talking when Tony and Dillon walked in.

      "Damn," Tony said.

      Ray nodded. "Accidents do happen; acetylene is nothing to mess
with. The question is, did we get them all?"

      "I imagine there was no welding equipment in the back yard before
late last night," Tony said. "Survivors will know that."

      "True," Ray said. "Steve and I were just talking, I think you ought
to take a few weeks off and then get an early start in Atlanta."

      "OK, you don't think it's just the two of us they're after," Tony
said. "All this is like a declaration of war if they have any troops left."

      "There is one," Dillon said. "Hector's still in jail."

      "He's right, so it's probably best if we let Ray's crew take over the
job, you guys get out of town pronto," Steve said.

      Tony smiled. "I hate to leave you in this mess, but my life has been
sadly lacking any beach time the past few years."

      Ray smiled. "Then go catch up with your tan, take Dillon and have
some fun."

      "I certainly will do that," Tony said.

      This time when they approached Dillon's step-mother there was no
resistance at all, she was packing up. "Goin to my sister's in Richmond,
things are just too crazy around here."

      "We'll be in Atlanta for the next twelve months or so," Tony said.

      "Fine, just make sure the boy gets his schoolwork done, I don't want
him to turn out as dumb as his father. I figure you must be a saint or out
of your mind, either way you've set yourself up for a passel of
responsibility."

      Dillon went to get a few things from his room, Tony sat down and
wrote out his new cell number while Sarah wrote out her sister's
address. She finally sat back with a sigh.

      "Why you doin this?" She asked.

      Tony looked up. "I never had a little brother; my family was as
dysfunctional as they come. Dillon has a good future if he works for it,
and I can guarantee he will get work."

      "Did he tell you about his daddy?"

      "Yes, he felt like he had to. I want him to be honest with his
feelings, I think you were both hurt by that man and the pain will never
leave your hearts," Tony said.

      Sarah smiled. "You should have been a preacher, you have the words."

      "Not my kind of job," Tony said, and she left that alone.

      Dillon had another bag, and nothing else. This time Sarah stood up
and looked him in the eye. "You mind Tony; don't be causing any trouble for
him. I'll be with your Aunt Francis; Lord knows when I'll be coming back
here."

      Dillon nodded. "Take good care of Ginny, Ma...bye then."

      She gave him a nod and that was it. Sad, Tony thought, really
sad. They went back to the house to pack, and Tony told Mrs. Fleishman next
door where he was going. They loaded the Dodge for the trip and went around
shutting down the place. Steve would take care of the bills which was their
deal, it wouldn't be much.

      "So where we goin?" Dillon asked.

      "Myrtle Beach, playground of the South," Tony said. "Then we'll go to
Atlanta and find us a furnished apartment to rent. Which reminds me, we
probably ought to buy you some clothes."

      "What for? I have clothes," Dillon said.

      "Got to have you lookin your best so I can make all the other guys
jealous," Tony laughed.

      "You're silly, don't waste your money."

      "OK, then I'll eat steak dinners and buy you a package of crackers."

      "I didn't mean it like that," Dillon said. "I have all I need, I have
you."

      "You are so damn sweet, I'd give you anything," Tony said.

      "Can I drive your car?"

      "Hmm, anything but that."

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So before you ask, the story ends here, that's why it's a short story. Use
your imagination about the future of these characters, I've given you a lot
to work with and the fantasy is now yours. My thanks to Dillon, the real
one, for inspiring this story, we never had it this good but then I'm a
dreamer. Thanks for reading. CJ