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."


    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.
Chris James


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