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.

t 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.

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