This is the sequel to my first story, `The House on Lora Avenue.' I had a few people asking me to continue this story, and so I have decided to go ahead and do it. I don't intend to get as creative with the intros in this story as I did in the original, so I hope no one is too terribly disappointed.
Historical stuff (other stories I've written):
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`The House on Lora Avenue' (last post on May 26, 2006, High School section)
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`Chris and Aaron' (last post on June 01, 2006, High School section)
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`Brandon and Alex' (still a work in progress being posted in the Young Friends section)
This story involves sexual situations between teen boys, sometimes with adults involved, so if you aren't supposed to be looking at things like this wherever you live or this makes you squeamish, please either exit this story/site now and/or move to a place where things like this are acceptable. If you're here to begin with, it's more likely that you should choose the latter.
Like the other stories I've written, this is set in a magical land where there are no STDs, so you won't be reading about condoms being used except in the disclaimers at the beginning. This is not meant to imply that I am advocating the practice of unsafe sex, quite the opposite actually – please take adequate precautions to protect yourself, there's a lot of shit out there that can kill you or make you wish you were dead.
The chapters in this story will not be posted nearly as quickly as the previous ones, for a variety of reasons. Therefore, I ask for your patience as this story progresses.
I'd like to thank my friends Mike and Dave for being my proof readers, editors and spiritual advisors in the writing of this story. Okay, I'm kidding about the spiritual advisor part, but their comments and suggestions really helped make this story happen. I owe them both a big debt of gratitude, and if you enjoy it, you probably do as well.
This chapter is dedicated to the USA Network television show "Monk." Though I do feel that the title character in the show is WAY too messy, I still like the show.
Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged at t_macd@comcast.net.
Trip to Florida Chapter Two
The boys were all up early in the morning as Ben had set the alarm in the room before they went to bed. They had been too tired from the events of the day before to be frisky at all in bed, but when Jamie and Andrew went into the bathroom together the next morning it was as if nothing had happened to Andrew. After he got the shower running, he backed up against Jamie and rubbed his smooth young ass into Jamie's crotch. Jamie was, of course quick to respond, and pulled Andrew's boxers down to his knees. Andrew kicked the boxers the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, then backed up against Jamie again.
Jamie pushed his own boxers down, although it was a bit of an effort with Andrew rubbing up against him like he was, not to mention that what Andrew had been doing to him already had him hard and he had to lift the waistband of his boxers over the tip of his dick after it caught there, keeping him from getting the boxers down on his first attempt. Jamie knew they had to get moving soon, but Andrew's movements were all that he was interested in at the moment. They didn't have any lubricant though, and Jamie was hesitant to take Andrew without it. `Will my pre-cum be enough by itself?' he wondered. He didn't think it would, but right now a different head was doing most of the thinking.
As if he was a mind reader, Ben knocked softly, then opened the door with a small tube in his hand and gave it to Jamie. "Sounded like you could use this," he said. "You guys don't take too long though, we'll need some hot water for our shower and we need to get on the road soon."
Jamie hadn't realized he and Andrew were making that much noise, but he was thankful for the lube. He squirted a little out onto his fingers and worked it into Andrew. Soon Jamie was taking Andrew from behind as he bent over the sink in the motel bathroom. It wasn't exactly a very romantic moment for either of them, but it was something they both needed, as a sort of release if nothing else. It only took a few minutes before Jamie unleashed a strong torrent of cum into Andrew, and after he pulled out, Andrew surprised him by turning around and licking the remaining cum from the tip of Jamie's dick, even though it had just came out of his own butt hole. It was only then that Jamie and Andrew finally got into the shower.
In the bedroom, Ben looked over at Tim and said "Dude, maybe we should get connecting rooms from now on, at least that way we'll still have hot water for our shower."
Tim leaned over Ben and gave him a deep kiss, probing Ben's mouth with his tongue as he did. When they broke apart, Tim told him "That's the great thing about motel rooms; they never seem to run out of hot water."
Once they finally got into the bathroom and got into the shower together they found that this wasn't necessarily true. They had only been in the shower for a few moments when the water started to go cold. This cut their shower a lot shorter than they had anticipated, and when they came back into the bedroom they found Jamie and Andrew dressed and sitting on the sofa waiting for them. Ben threw Jamie the keys to the car and asked him and Andrew to get it ready for them to leave while he and Tim got dressed.
The FBI was getting nowhere quickly in Titusburg. It was as if there were signs up around the town declaring them persona non grata. No one seemed to be willing to talk to them, and it was really starting to annoy Special Agent Richards. The other thing that annoyed him to no end was having Reverend Williams and his staff breathing down his neck at every turn in the investigation he was trying to conduct. They expected to be kept informed about every little thing in the case, and he simply didn't have anything to tell them since finding the car that had been linked to his son's disappearance in this small town. That bothered him even more.
Chief Willis had found out a lot more than Special Agent Richards had, but he wasn't about to share the information with the man that had been such an ass to him, and in front of his entire force to boot. He knew where the boys had stayed, long enough to change cars anyway. He also knew that there were only a few places where they could have gotten a car in or around his town without stealing one, and no cars had been reported stolen. He was going to cover all these places personally though, not wanting one of his over-zealous young officers to perhaps get excited and let out in the presence of the assholes from the FBI something that he didn't want them to know. Chief Willis was sure that between him and the Camden County Sheriff that they could track down the boys that had abandoned the stolen Lincoln in his town.
It was his third stop where he found what he was looking for. A sixteen year old boy had purchased a car with cash the same day the Lincoln had been abandoned just a few blocks away. He had to allow his driver's license to be photocopied before he took the car for a test drive, and the copy was still in the folder with the other paperwork he had to fill out to buy the car. The manager of the lot made a copy of all the paperwork and Chief Willis headed back to his office with it.
So, Benjamin Douglas Reynolds of Raleigh, North Carolina...' Chief Willis thought as he sat down at his desk. You're who we're looking for. But just who all is it that you've got with you? And is that damned arrogant preacher's son one of them?'
About an hour later, Chief Willis had learned that Ben had been missing from his foster home in North Carolina for nearly eight months, and no one there had any idea where he might be or who he might be with. Chief Willis got the idea as he talked to the Raleigh police Captain on the phone that there hadn't been, and still wasn't, a lot of concern on their part about locating a runaway sixteen year old from a foster home. The Captain did agree to e-mail Ben's file to Chief Willis though, and within a few minutes the Chief was going over the reports from the Raleigh police.
Chief Willis read over the reports... Ben's mother had been an alcoholic who had a string of bad relationships, and apparently didn't even know who Ben's father was. Ben had entered the foster care system three years before when it had been discovered that the man his mother had moved them in with had been sexually abusing the boy for nearly two years. From there he had been transferred from one foster home to another, ten different homes in all in the three years he had been in foster care. He had finally ended up in a group home which, from what Chief Willis read, was little better than a juvenile detention facility, if even that. Three days before running away from the group home Ben had reported being gang raped by four older boys, but apparently the home's administrators had not taken him seriously and he had been savagely beaten later by the four boys for reporting the rape. He had disappeared from the hospital just before he was to be discharged and returned to the group home and had not been seen or heard from since - until now that he had turned up traveling through south Georgia with a large wad of cash. Where had all that money come from?
There was no mention of any criminal history though. That made the Chief wonder what it was that had drawn this boy into an interstate kidnapping and murder case. There was enough circumstantial evidence to link Ben to the FBI's case, but something in his gut told the Chief that this troubled young man wasn't as guilty as the evidence he had tended to make him look. He decided then and there that he would do a little more checking on his own, but he would keep this information from the dick heads from the FBI for now. Then an incredible irony hit him - Special Agent Richards,' he thought. Damn, but that's appropriate.'
The boys got into the car and left the motel, heading south once again. Ben was driving, with Tim beside him in the front seat. Jamie and Andrew were cuddled up next to each other in the back. Within an hour the car crossed the Georgia/Florida border, and a short time later, Ben made a left onto A1A and headed east toward the coast. When Jamie and Tim had gone outside to get the car ready, they had put their things from the motel room in the trunk and put the top down on the car. They were glad they did, the warm wind blowing through their hair felt really good to all the boys as they drove.
"So, where exactly do you think we'll stop?" Tim finally asked Ben.
"I'm not sure exactly," Ben told him, honestly. "I haven't exactly thought it out that far yet. I sort of just thought we'd know it when we got there."
"Let's stop for a couple days in Daytona," Jamie piped up from the back seat. "I hear it's really supposed to be rockin' this time of year."
"We can do that," Ben said. "That is the way we're heading, and we should be able to blend in pretty well there too." Ben was thinking about where they had come from, and the possibility that the police might be looking for them.
The boys had reached Fernandina Beach, and the road turned south. When they stopped a few minutes later at a small road side diner to get something to eat, there was a discarded newspaper in the booth the boys sat down in. Ben glanced through it and something caught his eye. It was a picture of Andrew's father. The article below it was about a spring revival that the reverend was having the following week, and it was between where they were and where they had decided to stop for a few days. This thought made Ben a little uncomfortable, and he wondered how Andrew would react to this news. He figured he better find out though, and the sooner the better.
Handing the newspaper to Andrew, he said, "Drew, your dad's going to be close by next week. You think that will be a problem?"
Andrew froze as Ben handed him the newsprint with his father's picture on it.
Tim and Jamie, who still didn't know who Andrew's father was, had the typical teen reaction - "No way dude, your dad is in the newspaper?" Tim said.
"Let me see that," Jamie said, grabbing the paper from Andrew's hand. Jamie had another thought going through his mind though, `How is it that he knows who Andrew's father is?' Jamie read the article through very quickly, and handed the paper to Tim. "Take a look at this," he said to Tim.
Andrew was still sitting in stunned silence as the waitress came over to the table to take their order. Ben kicked him lightly under the table to get his attention, but after they ordered their food, the dazed expression returned to his face. All the boys were worried about his reaction to the news that his father was going to be in the area.
"Dude, he's going to be about 50 miles away," Ben said trying to assuage Andrew's fears. "There's like no chance at all that you'll run into him."
Tim and Jamie tried to offer words of encouragement to Andrew as well, and Ben finally offered that maybe they shouldn't stop in Daytona, but head further south before they stopped. Suddenly Andrew snapped out of his daze though and said, "No, we're going to Daytona. That will be the perfect place."
Jamie started to ask him what he meant, but stopped himself as he saw the waitress coming toward them with their food. The boys were all quiet as the waitress set the food in front of them.
Trying to be pleasant and friendly, not to mention being a grandmotherly sort of woman, and noticing the newspaper with the Reverend Williams' picture lying on the table, she asked the boys if they were going to the revival meeting.
"No," Jamie said. "We're heading to Daytona to party. We were just making fun of his hair," unknowingly carrying on the joke that Ben and Andrew had been making about the boy's father while he and Tim had been sleeping. The waitress just shook her head and walked away from the table, looking slightly disgusted with the way the youth today would talk about their elders, not to mention a man of the church like Reverend Williams.
Ben kicked Jamie under the table, hard. "OUCH! What was that for?" Jamie asked him as the waitress walked away, shaking her head in dismay.
"You told her where we were going, you idiot," Ben hissed at him, quietly. "Don't you understand? We can't broadcast our plans to anyone after what happened at Adam's house. You have no idea if anyone is looking for us or not."
"Who would be loo..." Jamie started. Then he realized exactly who might be looking for them, and stopped mid-stream in his question. The thoughts that Ben had been having the entire time since they had left Ashton Hills settled in on the rest of the group, and they sat, eating in silence.
When they paid the bill and left the restaurant, Ben took the section of the newspaper with the article about the revival meeting in it with him. He wasn't sure why at the time, but for some reason he thought it might come in useful later.
Agent Richards finally got some good news. One set of fingerprints in the car had been identified. It was one set taken from the back seat of the stolen Town Car and they were the fingerprints of Andrew Williams, confirming that the boy had traveled south from the crime scene in this car. There was nothing in the FBI's database on any of the other prints found in the car though, and there were plenty of them, most were pretty smudged though. The prints on the steering wheel were quite clear in places though, but there were no matches for them in any of the databases.
He called the agent in charge at the crime scene in North Carolina to get an update on how things were going there. The news from there wasn't exactly spectacular though. The FBI had found a lot of photographic evidence of what had been going on at Adam's house, but all that did was complicate matters for them. They had tried to find out who the boys were in the pictures and movies that Adam had in his house, but they were somewhat less than successful. Several of the boys had been seen around town recently, but they weren't able to locate any of them in person.
The truth of what happened was that when the boys that had been at Adam's pool party were dropped of by Ben, they had spread the word with the other street hustlers. The end result was that they all cleared out and scattered as fast as they could. They knew that the police would be around sooner or later looking into the dead boy at Adam's house, and none of them wanted to be involved with that. Some had `benefactors' that they could go to stay with while the heat was on, the others just cleared out and went wherever they could.
The one thing the FBI hadn't been able to find at Adam's house was the camera equipment used to take the photos and movies - this of course was because all the camera equipment was now traveling south through North Florida in the trunk of the car that Ben had bought. There was plenty of evidence that it had been there though. When they reviewed some of the pictures they found in Adam's computers they found more evidence that Andrew had been there. They weren't the sort of pictures that you could show to Reverend Williams though, at least that's what the agents who had reviewed the photos in Adam's computers thought.
Special Agent Richards got another little bit of bad news from the crime scene in North Carolina... The FBI had run the prints on the little gun they had found next to Adam's body, and had hit a match. They belonged to a small time burglar who had been in and out of prison for years. There had been several burglaries in and around Ashton Hills recently, so at least now, thanks to the FBI, the local police had a suspect. The caliber of the gun however, did not match the caliber of the gun that shot Adam. Special Agent Richards was told that the gun found at the scene was a .25 caliber semi-automatic, but Adam had been shot by a .410 rifle round. The FBI forensic team had determined that although the bullet Adam was shot with was a rifle round, that it had apparently been fired from a pistol, and a very short barreled one. The FBI's technicians were looking now for what type of pistol could have fired that round, and to see if anyone in the area had one registered.
Daniel Simmons had been Bartholomew Williams' personal assistant' for nearly two years now, since earning his masters degree from the University of Georgia. The reverend had paid for his college education as well as his graduate studies. Before then though, Daniel had gone by the nickname Danny' and had assisted the reverend in other ways, some very different ways in some respects, but very similar in others. That had been during his teen years though, when he was of the age that he knew from experience that the reverend found truly the most desirable. Now though, that part of his `assisting' duties was to find boys for the reverend to have sex with; boys very much like he had been back then, anywhere from fifteen to seventeen years old with smooth young bodies, fresh young faces and tight little teen asses for the reverend to use for his own perverse pleasure.
Daniel didn't enjoy that part of his job so much, but he knew that it was something he had to do to keep the reverend not only satisfied, but out of trouble. And the reverend paid him very well for doing that job. He had already been south to St. Augustine to set up some of the arrangements for the revival meetings they would be doing there next week. During that time, he scouted also out where he could likely find boys the reverend would find to his liking, but still from far enough away that they couldn't be placed with the reverend. He found his answer in the northern area of Daytona Beach. There was a perfect place there, complete with a steady supply of hustlers willing to do just about anything for a few bucks to afford more crack cocaine. He knew he could find what he was looking for there and he would be able to keep the reverend happy for a fraction of the cost it normally took. He would just have to make sure that he had a few extra rooms booked in Daytona for the reverend, himself and the tricks he was going to need for his boss.
Once they were back in the car and on the road south again, Ben looked back in the rear view mirror at Jamie and Andrew sitting there with their arms around each other. "What did you mean that Daytona would be perfect, Andrew?" Ben asked him.
"To set him up," Andrew answered. "I know we have a lot of money right now, but it's not going to last forever. We're going to need more sooner or later, we've been blowing through what we have pretty quick, haven't we?"
"Yeah, we have," Ben told them all. "We had to get the car though, and that cost a lot."
"Well," Andrew said, "I know where we can get a whole lot more. We can probably even get enough to last us the rest of our lives if we do this right."
"Let me get this straight," Jamie said, his devious nature somehow catching on to what Andrew was suggesting. "You're talking about setting up your father and getting the money from him somehow, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am," Andrew said. "I know who the guy is that he uses as a scout to find kids for him to fuck. Considering where he's going to be and where Daytona is, that's the perfect place for him to show up on one of his shopping trips. Let me tell you what I have in mind..." And Andrew continued on to outline his plan.
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