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): - 'The House on Lora Avenue' (last post on May 26, 2006, High School section) - 'Chris and Aaron' (last post on June 01, 2006, High School section) - '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
I need to make a statement at this point to explain the delay, for anyone that may be interested, especially since I'm sure everyone that was following this and my other story that I'm working on has noticed the delay. My boyfriend and I had some problems which nearly caused us to split up, but we managed to work everything out, which is a good thing, and he has moved in with me now (don't ask...). This has slowed my writing down a bit, but I have managed to continue now. The chapters will continue to come out a little slower from now on - deal with it. I really don't like it either, but that's the way it is. There are a few of you that know what I'm talking about and are dealing with similar situations. God bless us every one.
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Trip to Florida Chapter Five
After they had a good dinner inside them, Jamie, Andrew, Tim and Ben took a walk down the beach, holding hands in pairs as they went. The sun was just starting to go down, and they all thought it was terribly romantic as they walked along the water's edge. They drew a few weird looks from some of the people on the beach as they walked together, quite obviously as couples, but they didn't let it bother them. In fact, they were more or less oblivious to the other people around them. It felt good - a sort of freedom that was new to them, even though they all knew that in a couple days time they had to take a terrific chance that could prove disastrous if something went wrong with their plan. They stopped for a moment, turned and looked out over the ocean. Feeling the warm sun on his back, Andrew reached up and pulled his t-shirt off over his head, then tucked it into the waistband of his shorts, which caused them to be pushed a little lower than they were already riding on his slim waist, now held up only by the curvature of his butt and making it more than obvious for anyone who cared to look that he was not wearing underwear beneath the shorts. Andrew had really come to like the feeling of going 'commando,' and was doing it now every chance he had - which was pretty much all the time.
Jamie watched as Andrew took off his shirt and hung it from his waistband, genuinely appreciating the view he was getting as the cleft of Andrew's ass came into view. He thought about the view that everyone else was getting though and nudged Andrew, suggesting that he may want to pull his shorts up just a little.
Andrew's reaction to this was not unexpected, given the impish nature of the young teen. "Why? Are you jealous?" he asked, laughingly.
"Maybe just a little," Jamie told him. This caused Ben and Tim to laugh softly.
"At least it's not a see-through swim suit this time," Ben said, which caused Jamie and Tim both to laugh and Andrew to blush deeply. It did get Andrew to pull his shorts up just a little, but he was still showing just a little of the top part of the crack of his ass.
Jamie and Andrew then took each other's hand and continued down the beach, followed by Tim and Ben. The four boys walked for a while in silence before Andrew finally spoke, "What if the plan doesn't work?" he asked quietly.
Jamie stopped and turned toward him, placing his hands on the sides of Andrew's face and kissing him briefly a couple times on the lips. "It's going to work," he said. "It has to."
"Yeah," Andrew said. "But if it doesn't we're all screwed, and someone could really get hurt bad." Andrew was worried though. He didn't want any of his friends to get hurt, as he really felt that the other three boys were the only really true friends he had ever had in his entire life. He certainly didn't want anything to happen to any of them.
As Sid walked down onto the beach, one of the two boys started toward him. The boy had light brunette hair and looked a very young sixteen at the most. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and tennis shoes. Sid looked at his legs as they approached each other; there was just barely a hint of hair on his lower legs. The boy also had a little peach fuzz on his upper lip and Sid found himself wondering if the boy was even shaving yet.
When they were close enough to speak the boy said "Hi, I'm Brendan, you looking for something tonight?"
"That depends on what you've got to offer, Brendan," Sid replied.
Brendan grabbed his crotch and massaged it suggestively, "This is what I'm offering," he said.
"I think we might be able to work something out then," Sid told the boy, putting his arm around his shoulder and walking him up off the beach to where he had parked the rental car.
Some of the regulars from the Oar House watched through the window as Sid left the beach toward the parking lot with the boy. "Looks like he's going to score tonight," one said to the other, referring to Brendan, whom they both knew very well.
Sid and Brendan got into the rental car and drove to Sid's hotel. During the short drive, Sid glanced over occasionally at Brendan, thinking that he recognized him. Then it hit him - this boy was one of the ones he had seen in the videos recovered from Adam's house. This realization had the effect of getting more blood flowing into Sid's already semi-hard penis. Sid remembered the boy's performance in the video and remembered that the kid had been very active in bed with the other boy. He was looking forward to a session just as hot with the boy, and who knows, he might even get some information for his boss while he was at it.
Sid had barely shut the door to the hotel room when Brendan started stripping off all his clothes. 'Wow, he sure doesn't waste any time,' Sid thought. He figured he better get the negotiations over with though and asked the boy, "So how much?"
"You get right to business, huh?" Brendan observed.
"Looks like you do too," Sid replied as he looked appraisingly up and down the boy's body, allowing his eyes to linger on the closely trimmed, dark patch of hair above Brendan's still flaccid, uncut dick. Brendan's foreskin was not long, not even completely covering the head, which Sid was thankful for. He was cut himself, and while he didn't mind an uncut dick, he didn't like overly long foreskins. In fact he really found some of the longer ones distinctly unattractive. This boy really looked perfect though, he thought.
"Well, what all do you want to do?" Brendan asked.
"Everything," Sid told him. He remembered from the video that this boy didn't seem to have any inhibitions about any sexual act. "But we do it to each other. Anything I do to you, you also do to me and vice versa."
"That sounds like fun," Brendan said. "It's going to take us a while to do that though, and I'll miss out on other clients, so it's gonna cost you more."
"How about a hundred bucks until noon tomorrow and I'll get us a room service breakfast and then lunch after we leave?" Sid asked.
Brendan considered Sid's offer for a moment - he hadn't been able to make any money recently after what had happened at Adam's house, and the fat old man he had been staying with demanded a blowjob from him for every night he stayed there. The old man was disgusting, but blowing him once a day was better than being out on the streets, and this blonde guy who had picked him up tonight was at least good looking and not older than his mid-twenties. It would also get him a couple good meals, which was better than the fast food crap he'd been eating for a long time now. "Make it one twenty to go till noon, I get to order what I want from the menu, and lunch has to be at a decent place, no fast food," Brendan countered. "For that I will rock your world tonight."
"Deal Brendan," Sid said accepting the offer. "By the way, my name is Sid."
"Nice to meet you Sid," Brendan said, rubbing himself and grinning broadly as he did. "Cash up front, then get your clothes off and let's see what you've got."
Sid pulled six twenties from his wallet and laid them on the hotel dresser, then slipped his wallet back into his pants pocket and started getting undressed. He did a sort of amateur strip tease for Brendan, not unlike what Adam had had Brendan do for the camera in his video. He started by kicking off his Dockers and pulling his shirt tail out, then slowly lifting the collared t-shirt up over his head. He was gently swaying his hips back and forth as he did.
As he pulled the shirt over his head, Brendan got a glimpse of the sparse, blonde patches of hair in Sid's armpits, which clued him in that Sid's pubic hair would be blonde also. As Sid tossed the shirt at Brendan, the boy admired Sid's smooth chest. 'Damn, this dude is hot,' Brendan thought. 'This is going to be a lot better than blowing the old man, and I get paid too.'
Brendan tossed Sid's shirt away and watched as Sid continued undressing. Sid unfastened his pants and slowly slipped them down, finally allowing them to fall and kicked them away once they had. Then Sid slowly started lowering his boxers, turning to face away from Brendan as he did so. He slid them down over his butt, allowing Brendan a look at his smooth, tight ass before pulling them back up and turning around again to continue the show.
"Nice buns," Brendan commented.
Sid chuckled a little and said thanks, returning the compliment as he started pushing the boxers down in front, finally giving Brendan a look at his pubic hair. As Brendan had figured it would be, it was blonde, and while not trimmed quite so much as his own, he noted that Sid kept his pubes trimmed as well. This was something that Sid had started in high school and kept up to this day. He really thought it looked a lot better to keep it trimmed up, and he could tell by the look in Brendan's eyes that he appreciated it as well.
As Sid pushed the waistband of his boxers down, it pushed his hardened cock out away from his body, tenting out the fabric of the boxers. When he finally got the waistband low enough, his dick sprang back up, slapping his stomach. Sid's dick wasn't very thick, but did measure in at just over seven inches.
'Damn, I am going to enjoy doing this dude,' Brendan thought to himself as Sid kicked the boxers up at him, catching him off guard and hitting him in the face with them.
Brendan grabbed the boxers, and held them to his face for just a moment, enjoying Sid's aroma in them before tossing them on the floor next to the bed and laying back in anticipation of what was to come.
Special Agent Richards got a text message on his cell phone from the agent who had infiltrated the Reverend Williams' entourage. He had heard through the grapevine that the preacher tended to steal away surreptitiously from the meetings with his personal assistant for a couple days each time they were visiting somewhere out of town and this time apparently there was speculation among the entourage whether he would head north to Jacksonville or south to Daytona. There seemed to be an unspoken knowledge among the entourage what the reverend was up to when he would disappear for a couple days at a time, but whatever it was went unsaid and the agent had not been able to get any details.
Richards replied to her that she should keep her eyes and ears open and try to find out when the reverend planned to leave. He planned to have him followed when he left for wherever it was. He still didn't know exactly why, but he had a gut feeling about the reverend and thought this might give him some evidence to validate his suspicions.
He put a couple agents on notice that they were going to need to be ready to pick up the reverend and tail him at a moment's notice whenever he left the St. Augustine area.
He was also looking forward to hearing from Sid Kilgore in Ashton Hills again soon. He was pleased that the young rookie had already turned up some information for him there and was hoping that he would keep up the good work.
The boys got to the Ocean Walk bar and met up with Josh and Mike on the boardwalk as planned right at nine o'clock. All the boys were actually struck by the absolute beauty of Josh's friend. He was shorter than Josh, about the same height as Tim at around 5'-4" tall. He had dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. To go with this he had a dark complexion; made darker by the tan he got from spending so much time out at the beach which made him resemble Ben just a little. On top of all this, Mike's body was well built. Not from working out, but just naturally. As the boys looked him over, they all noticed that there was also very little hair on his legs, unusual for his dark hair and coloring. If any of them had to guess they would have put his age at around fourteen, probably even younger than Andrew. And that would have been very accurate.
In fact Mike had just turned fourteen a few weeks before. He had run away from an abusive home when he was twelve and had been fending for himself on the streets ever since. Mike didn't really consider himself to be gay, but he admitted to himself that he might be bisexual. He had started having sex with men to make money to survive on the streets, but had found that he started to enjoy it, well with some of the sex with men anyway. There were other times that he was so disgusted with what he had had to do to make the money he needed to survive that he had thrown up for hours afterwards. And he positively hated it when the tricks he was with wanted to put anything in his butt, but especially if they wanted to fuck him. He would do it if he had to though, but he didn't like it.
Mike did like the looks of the four boys that he and his friend met that night though. He thought they were all cute, especially Andrew. He also liked the idea that they had offered to give him an extra five hundred dollars to let them in on the job that he and Josh were about to do. He was very curious why they would do this, but figured he better keep his mouth shut lest they change their minds about the offer.
The six boys started walking down the beach, making small talk as they went. When they were well away from any other people, Ben reached into his pocket and took the money for Mike and Josh out. He divided it, giving each of the boys half. Much to Mike's chagrin, Josh had to ask the question... "So why is it exactly that you guys are willing to give us so much money to get in on this, and who is this guy that booked us for this gig?"
Mike was truly worried that the question was going to put the other boys off and make them take the money back, but the taller and oldest looking of the boys answered the question instead. "The dude works for someone that hurt a friend of ours, and we're going to set that guy up. Don't worry though, we'll make sure that you two don't get hurt, and if you don't get your money from him, we'll make it up to you."
The statement that Daniel's employer has hurt a friend of theirs scared Mike more than a little. "He must have done something pretty bad to him if you're willing to do all this to get back at him," he said.
"He did," Ben said. "There's nothing for you to worry about though," he added.
Mike wasn't entirely convinced though and told Josh as much. "Somehow I'm not so sure about this anymore, Josh."
"Dude, don't worry about it," Josh said back to him. "They told you they have everything worked out so we won't get hurt. Besides, it's an easy thousand bucks for each of us. You don't like having to sleep out on the streets do you?"
This question got Andrew's attention, "What, you guys are sleeping out on the streets?" Andrew remembered the few nights that he had been forced to do this when his money ran out before Jamie and Tim took him back to 'Mama's' house with them, and suddenly felt very bad for the other two boys.
"Yeah we have been," Mike told him. "We can get a room now that we have some cash though."
"Why don't you stay with us in our room until it's time to go meet Danny?" he asked. He didn't realize as he said this that he had given away how well acquainted he was with the man who had hired Mike and Josh for the sexual encounter. It did register in both their minds though, just as it did with Ben. No one said anything about it though - at least for the moment.
"You'd let us do that?" Mike said with genuine surprise in his voice.
"Sure, why not?" Andrew answered. "There's plenty of room."
Since Josh already knew where the boys were staying, they agreed that he and Mike would go collect their belongings from where they had stashed them and meet back at the motel later.
As Jamie, Tim, Ben and Andrew walked back to the motel, Ben asked Andrew, "Dude, what in God's name were you thinking asking those two to come and stay with us? And telling them that you know who Danny is? That was just plain dumb."
"I didn't tell them I know who Danny is, and I know how bad it sucks to be out on the street. I felt sorry for them."
"You used his name," Ben told him. "If they didn't catch on that you know more about him than we've been letting on from that, they've got to be pretty stupid. Did you forget that we only have two beds too?"
"Sorry, I didn't think about using Danny's name," Andrew said, feeling properly rebuked. "The beds are large enough to sleep three people though. It just seemed like the right thing to do to ask them if they wanted to stay with us."
"Dude, we just gave each of them five hundred bucks, they can afford to get a place to stay," Tim pointed out.
"Yeah, I suppose so, but it still seemed like the right thing to do."
None of the others could really fault Andrew for feeling sorry for the other two boys, so they let it drop and walked the rest of the way back to their motel room in silence.
Sid sat down on the bed and pulled Brendan in close to him, first hugging him tightly and then putting their lips together for a deep, tongue-wrestling kiss before he pulled the boy back to lie back on the bed with him. Sid was looking forward to exploring this boy's body - inside and out. There was something about him that Sid found truly beautiful.
Sid rolled Brendan over onto his stomach, and reached down into a small bag he had conveniently left by the bed and retrieved a bottle of lubricant. He squeezed a bit out into the crack of Brendan's ass, and started to rub it in. The boy spread his legs, opening himself up to Sid in a sign that he was ready and willing for what Sid was about to do with him. Sid reached underneath him with his other hand as he continued to work the lube into Brendan's ass. Brendan lifted up allowing Sid to pull his hard dick back, stretched out between his legs as he lowered himself back onto the bed. It was a little uncomfortable for Brendan to lay like that, with his dick hard. It was a very unnatural position for it to be in, but Brendan was enjoying what Sid was doing to his ass too much to really care.
Finally though, Brendan's dick was aching too much in the strained position that Sid had placed it in. He had to roll over. When he did, he spread and lifted his legs, allowing Sid to continue having full access to his most private of places. Sid now started working in two fingers as he massaged Brendan's asshole. He knew from the boy's moaning that he was almost ready, so he squeezed some more lube out and started working into his dick as well.
Moments later, he raised himself up and moved over so that he was above the boy lying on his bed. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, I don't think I've ever been more ready for anything in my life." Truthfully, Brendan wasn't used to the warm, gentle treatment that he was getting from Sid. He was more used to guys that were only interested in getting their rocks off. He had in fact been ripped open on the inside of his ass more than a couple times since he had been on the streets hustling. This man was treating him so much differently though. And that made Brendan want him that much more.
Finally Brendan felt the tip of Sid's penis start to penetrate him, and he let out a deep sigh as the head of Sid's dick passed his anal ring. This was it, he was taking Sid inside him, and he loved the feeling of it. This was different for him somehow - this guy was a trick, sure. But he was being gentle, taking his time and making sure that they both enjoyed the feelings they were sharing. He also knew that he would soon also be fucking the man that was now fucking him. Sid had told him that before they started.
As Sid arched his back and came inside him, a realization hit Brendan... He didn't want his time with Sid to end after lunch the next day as their deal called for. He wanted to stay with Sid, and be with him forever. Well, at least as long as forever is for a boy who had just turned sixteen.
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