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, and 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.
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 brought to you by my favorite distillery, which shall remain nameless here, but is located in a dry county in Tennessee.
I have also discovered after posting the last chapter that there actually is a place called `Ocean Walk' in Daytona, Florida. The place that I am describing bears no relationship to this actual establishment (resort), and I had no idea when I wrote the last chapter that I wasn't really just making up a name. I sincerely regret the error in my research, but it's too late to change the name now.
Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged at t_macd@comcast.net. I've really enjoyed hearing from everyone who has written, please keep on letting me know what you do and don't like.
Trip to Florida Chapter Four
He didn't really have anything concrete to base his opinion on, but Special Agent Richards had a hunch that Andrew Williams and the boys he was traveling with were headed south to some place in Florida. It was purely a gut feeling, but there was also a logical basis for it. The boys had been headed south already, and to continue to Florida in the summer, where there would be countless kids their age on the beaches to blend in with seemed pretty obvious to him really. He had his team spread thin along the Eastern Florida coast on the lookout for the boys, all the way from Jacksonville to Daytona. He concentrated the majority of his agents around the revival services Reverend Williams was holding in St. Augustine though. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew there was something that just wasn't quite right about the preacher and his entourage. He really didn't expect Andrew to show up and try to make contact with his father though, and he was quite convinced by now that Andrew had not been kidnapped but rather had run away from home. Among other reasons, there had been no contact or ransom demands from any kidnappers.
One of the two agents that he had transferred down from the North Carolina crime scene actually managed to latch onto the preacher's entourage and got a job working undercover at the revival meeting site. The other agent would work in the crowds that were expected to be at the revival meeting. Special Agent Richards was under pressure from his boss, and he needed to find something, anything, and soon to get him off his back. He hoped that one of his agents would get him some information about either Andrew or his father very soon.
When the boys went out onto the boardwalk that night looking for the man that would be scouting out the local `talent' for Andrew's father, they kept Andrew as surrounded as possible. They needed him with them to find the man they were looking for, but they also knew that they needed him not to be recognized if they found him. What hey didn't know was that it didn't matter, as Daniel Simmons and his boss were fifty miles or more away at the time.
They did ask some of the boys along the boardwalk if they had seen a man that fit Daniel's description, based on what Andrew had told them. Finally, they found a boy about their age who said he had seen someone that looked like that hanging out at a restaurant/bar down the boardwalk not far from where they were a couple days before. They quickly headed that direction.
As they walked, Andrew told the others that if it was two days since Daniel had been spotted there, he was probably already gone, having made his arrangements and there was no need for them to be so protective of him. This worked only marginally for Ben and Tim, but he couldn't get Jamie to leave his side - not that he really wanted him to anyway.
It wasn't hard to spot the hustlers working the Ocean Walk bar when the boys got there, and they found several boys who had seen Daniel while he was there. One boy told them that a friend of his had picked up a good gig, probably from the guy they were asking about, that was coming up in a few days, and had been paid a lot of money for it, in advance, with a promise of more to come. When they heard this, they knew they had found the right place. The boy they had been talking to told them that his friend that had been hired for that `job' would probably be back soon, so they spread out, Jamie still not leaving Andrew's side, and settled in to await his return.
Thirty minutes later a cute blonde boy came walking down the boardwalk toward the Ocean Walk bar. He looked exactly like the sort of boy the guy they had talked to earlier had described. Ben approached him first as he came down the boardwalk, and he was soon surrounded by the other boys as well. He didn't seem at all fazed by the attention. This is some cool and sexy kid, thought Andrew, no wonder Simmons had latched on to him. After a couple minutes talking to him about the man who had hired his services, they were certain that he had been hired to have sex with Andrew's father during his visit to the area. They convinced the boy, who told them his name was Josh, to come back with them to their motel and tell them about the plans he and another boy had made with Daniel.
"First things first," Josh told the boys after they got back to the motel room. "You aren't going to do anything to screw this gig up for me are you? Mike and I are getting five hundred bucks each for the three days, and we really need the money, we have rent to pay."
"Nope," Ben told him. "And if you help us out we'll give you each five hundred too." Ben probably didn't really need to offer Josh the money for him and his friend, but he figured that it wouldn't hurt to appeal to the basic human nature of greed.
"So when do we get the money?" Josh asked.
"We can meet you with it later tonight" Ben replied. He didn't want to reveal to this boy exactly how much they had. For one, he thought that if the young hustler knew how much they had, the price might go up. There was also the possibility of him breaking in while they were gone and helping himself. The motel where they were staying wasn't exactly the sort that would offer a safe, either in the room or the motel office.
"Deal," Josh told them. He then went on to tell them where and when he and Mike were supposed to meet the man that had hired them, and that he was supposed to have two more boys with him when they did.
Tim, Ben, Jamie and Andrew all exchanged glances with each other when they heard this.
"Two of us need to be those guys," Ben told him.
"Okay," Josh said. "You and you," gesturing toward Ben and Andrew.
"I will, but he can't," Ben said. "He's got something else he's got to be doing." Ben hoped that Josh would accept his very vague explanation.
"Let me do it," Tim spoke up, filling the possible void in the conversation.
"Okay, that will work too," Josh said, looking Tim over appreciatively before shifting his eyes back to Andrew, whom he had been checking out hungrily most of the time they had been talking in the boys' motel room.
The boys arranged to meet Josh and Mike on the boardwalk outside the Ocean Walk bar at nine that evening, and he left them in the hotel. When he had gone, Ben went out to the car and got the backpack with the money in it from the trunk and counted out $1000.00 in twenty dollar bills to give to Josh and Mike later that evening. Then he stuck the backpack between the head of one of the beds and the wall, and pushed the pillows back to make sure it was completely hidden. The boys left to check out the beach some more and get some dinner before they had to meet Josh and Mike.
Agent Kilgore got an e-mail back from Special Agent Richards commending him for the information he had already found, and told him to keep working to get more. Sid could tell from the e-mail he got from his boss that he was excited to have a partial name and a description of one of the boys that might be traveling with Andrew Williams. Sid was happy to continue the assignment looking for more information too - he was hoping to find one of the young hustlers soon to see if he might be able to learn something first hand about what had happened at Adam's house.
He was also tired of jacking off, and wanted some actual physical contact when he got off for a change. For now though, he just loaded one of Adam's videos in his laptop's video player and sat back on the bed as he watched to stroke himself to climax once again. The video he was watching showed two boys by Adam's pool. A cute shaggy haired brunette boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old was fucking a light-haired boy who looked about sixteen. If only he had known that he was watching Andrew and Jamie perform, it would have made the scene that much hotter for him. He had thought that Andrew was very cute in the pictures his father had provided them when he reported the boy missing, but they were school pictures almost a year old, showing him with a very short haircut and wearing a school blazer and tie. Andrew's appearance was sufficiently changed from the pictures provided by his father that none of the FBI agents had recognized him in the videos they had recovered from Adam's home.
Sid got up and went to the bathroom to shower, washing his cum from his chest and stomach. When he got out of the shower, he dried himself and dressed in a Polo shirt, plaid boxers, khaki shorts and Dockers. He wanted to look good when he went to the Oar House that evening, and he thought that showing off his legs, with their very light covering of blonde hairs would make him a little more appealing if he found someone that was to his liking.
Sid took his rental car and drove the short distance from his hotel to the bar. He found the same group of regulars he had talked with the evening before sitting at the bar, and joined them once again. As they talked, Sid noticed a couple boys, about 16 years old hanging out on the beach a short distance from the bar just off the boardwalk, just sitting and talking. He noticed that they looked up toward the bar regularly.
One of the regulars from the bar nudged him and said, "Looks like some of the hustlers are finally coming back," and nodded out toward where the two boys were sitting on the beach.
"So what's the accepted protocol to start negotiations?" Sid asked.
"Take the steps down from the back deck to the beach and start walking toward them. Don't go over fifty bucks though, you wouldn't want to drive the prices up," the man told him.
Sid finished his drink, and then headed out to the bar's back deck and down to the beach.
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