House on Lora Avenue

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 I decided to go ahead and do it.

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 except in this disclaimer. 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 have really helped make this story happen. I owe them both a big debt of gratitude, and if you enjoy it, you do as well.

This chapter is brought to you by Ted's Montana Grill - a restaurant that I have really fallen in love with. If there's one near where you live I highly recommend it. The bison filet is absolutely to die for. Their side items aren't much to write home about though; I recommend sticking with the standard baked potato and sauteed mushrooms. Stay away from the green beans though, they put onions in them.

All rights are reserved, do not modify or redistribute this text without my express written consent, or the fleas of a thousand Arabian camels shall infest your armpits (and if you've ever seen an Arabian camel up close, you know what I mean).

Comments and feedback are always 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. I am also always open to suggestions. I may not always take them, or may not take them right away, but it does help to know what the readers do and do not like.

Historical Information (other stories I have written)

• House on Lora Avenue; April 17, 2006 - May 26, 2006; High School Section

• Chris and Aaron; May 29, 2006 - June 01, 2006; High School Section

• Brandon and Alex; June 04, 2006 - Still in progress; Young Friends Section

• Trip to Florida (Sequel to House on Lora Avenue); August 21, 2006 - Still in progress; High School Section (also in the 'House on Lora Avenue' folder)

• Doug's Dick (originally titled just "Doug" but renamed by Nifty due to a duplicate story name), a one part short story; March 31, 2007; High School section

Trip to Florida Chapter Ten

Special Agent Richards and the agent who was driving him arrived in Daytona late in the evening, having taken State Road A1A south from St. Augustine instead of Interstate 95 as Daniel had done. He wasn't really sure where they should start looking for Daniel Simmons and the Reverend Williams. It was time for him to rely purely on gut instinct, at least for a short while. He was having one of his agents contact all the hotels in Daytona to find out where the reservations had been made - if they had been made in the name of the reverend's church foundation, Daniel Simmons or the reverend himself.

He figured that Reverend Williams, being used to first class accommodations would be in one of the better hotels, so he directed his driver to cruise the parking lots of the more expensive places along the beach, looking for the Lincoln they had departed in.

The parking attendant at the Hilton didn't want to pass them into the valet parking area of the garage, but finally waved them through when the agent driving the Crown Victoria flashed his FBI credentials. As they cruised slowly through the lot, Richards spotted a black Town Car and pointed his driver toward it. After reaching the car, Richards called the license plate in and had it run to determine its ownership. Moments later he received word back that the car was owned by a leasing company, and in turn leased out to the foundation owned by Reverend Williams. They had the right place. Now all they had to do was find out where Reverend Williams and his aide were.

What were they going to do when they found out though? There certainly wasn't any sort of evidence that would give them cause for a warrant to enter whatever rooms they had booked there. So far all there was to go on was the feeling Special Agent Richards had that something just wasn't right in Reverend Williams' church and his suspicions about the disappearance of the reverend's son. All this was based on a seeming lack of caring on the part of the parents about the boy, a feeling he had picked up on during the early stages of the investigation. It just hadn't seemed right to him.

Richards called his office. Eventually, he got authorization to take two rooms at the Days Inn hotel a couple blocks down from the Hilton, both for him and the agent that was his driver. It was the best he could get the Bureau to do for their accommodations, but it wasn't what he considered to be in the best interests of his investigation. He figured that he would have to make do though, so he changed out of his suit and tie in favor of a brightly colored shirt, light colored shorts and flip-flops. Once changed, he figured it was time to hit the beach and see what he might be able to find out. He didn't bother telling the junior agent sent along with him what he intended to do - there wasn't any sanction for it when it came right down to brass tacks. He was surprised that the hotel rooms had even been authorized for part of his investigation.

As Richards walked up the boardwalk toward the Hilton he wondered to himself, 'What do I really hope to find here and what will, or can, I do about it when and if I do?' Almost unconsciously though, he found himself scanning the crowds on the boardwalk as he walked.

Sid and Brendan took one more shower together before they got dressed to go to lunch. Lunch - the last part of their agreement from the evening before. Neither was really looking forward to going to lunch, and for much the same reason. Neither really wanted to part from the other's company.

They dressed together in silence, occasionally glancing at each other as they did. If either had been perceptive enough, they would have recognized the look on the other's face that said they didn't want to part.

Sid dressed in a collared t-shirt, khaki shorts and Docksider loafers. Brendan dressed in the same t-shirt, shorts and tennis shoes he had been wearing the day before. He felt sort of grubby doing that, but he really didn't have a choice since they were the only clothes he had with him. It wasn't the first time he'd been forced to do it though. Sid picked up on this. "You want me to see if I have something clean that will fit you?" he asked.

Brendan nodded gratefully, not able to help but look a little ashamed, and hung his head down. Sid put a finger under his chin and gently pressed upward, making Brendan look up at him. Then he leaned in and kissed the boy, deeply and passionately. It wasn't immediate, but only a moment later Brendan responded in kind, opening his mouth to allow Sid's tongue inside. Brendan wrapped his arms around Sid, pulling him in tightly. Sid did the same, but reached down to grasp the small, wonderful globes of Brendan's ass as he pulled Brendan into him as well.

When they broke the kiss, Sid smiled at Brendan, then turned and went to the dresser to try to find something for Brendan to wear. Fortunately, Sid's waistline was slim, so the boxer-briefs he tossed over to Brendan would fit, although probably a little bit loosely. Next Sid pulled out a pair of ankle socks, a dark blue collared t-shirt very similar to his own, and a pair of light yellow linen shorts - each tossed in turn to Brendan.

Sid watched appreciatively as Brendan stripped out of his clothes and put on those that Sid had just given to him. Sid found himself hoping that this wasn't going to be the last time he was going to see Brendan naked, yet he still didn't say anything - he couldn't think how to tell Brendan how he felt about him. He did wonder exactly how and when he would bring it up. He knew it would have to be soon; otherwise he might lose the boy he was starting to have some serious feelings for.

Sid didn't want to risk losing track of Brendan for two reasons, and he was torn between them. First and foremost, he didn't want to lose the boy on a personal level. The sex they had was incredible, and on top of that he found that he really had sincere feelings for the boy. The other reason was that he needed the information that Brendan had about what had happened at Adam's house. His boss would be expecting another report from him soon, and he would have to continue to produce information on the case or be reassigned.

Brendan's reasons for not wanting them to part were completely personal though. On one hand he did find that he really had enjoyed the sex, just as Sid had. He was experiencing feelings that he had never felt before for this man, who, in the grand scheme of things was not that much older than he. He also didn't want to return to the only home that he had at present - the one with the old fat man that wanted oral gratification in exchange for letting him stay. While he was willing to do it - because it was better than being out on the streets - he really didn't like it. In fact, he hated it.

As they walked across the hotel's parking lot toward Sid's rental car, Sid asked Brendan what he wanted for lunch.

"I don't know, I suppose just a burger or something," Brendan said. He hoped that Sid wouldn't take this to mean McDonalds or Burger King. He wasn't going to be disappointed...

"Have you ever had a bison burger?" Sid asked him.

"Bison?"

"Yeah, bison - buffalo. Big furry critters," Sid replied.

"What do they taste like?" Brendan asked. He was genuinely intrigued.

"It's a lot like beef, but a little sweeter tasting. I heard there's a place that opened here recently that has it. I've eaten at one of their places before, in Atlanta."

"Okay," Brendan said, "sounds good to me." He thought again how glad he was that Sid had a real restaurant in mind. It was so much like normality, in his world that was not normal at all, but it was something he craved. 'What are the chances that I can get back to anything like a normal life?' Brendan thought to himself.

When they arrived at the restaurant, they were pleased to find that there wasn't a wait. They were seated in one of the booths, all of which had high dividers between them. It was in the rear of the restaurant, but away from the kitchen, giving them plenty of privacy. The waiter came by and dropped off a small dish of pickles as an appetizer, then left them to consider the menu while he went to get their drinks. When he returned, Sid and Brendan had both been staring at the menus in front of them, but had been too preoccupied to actually read them. The waiter shrugged, and told them that he would return in a few minutes to take their orders.

This did snap them out of their thoughts long enough to look at the menu. When the waiter returned once more, they both ordered the bison burger with fries. While they were waiting for their food to come, Brendan slipped one foot out of his shoe and put it up into Sid's lap, rubbing it up and down against his crotch. Sid found the situation a little uncomfortable as his penis immediately reacted to the stimulation he was getting from Brendan's foot rubbing against it, semi-publicly as they were.

Sid reached down and lifted Brendan's foot away from his lap, but pulled it over his leg, gently and absentmindedly massaging it with one hand. "Not now," he told Brendan.

"Then when?" Brendan asked.

"Well certainly not in the middle of a restaurant," Sid answered. "I wouldn't mind keeping things going though." He finally got it out in the open... well just a little into the open anyway. He still needed to let Brendan know that he wanted the brief relationship they had experienced thus far to become more permanent. "Are we going to see each other again?" he asked.

"Do you want to?" Brendan asked him, giving his best coy look.

Sid leaned in over the table, speaking quietly as he told Brendan, "Yes, I do. In fact I don't want you to leave me."

"So, why do I have to?" Brendan asked.

Sid considered this for a moment before he answered. "As far as I am concerned, you don't. I think there are some things we need to talk about though, and this isn't the time or the place. After lunch, why don't we go down to the beach and take a walk? We'll talk about it then."

Brendan nodded his consent as the waiter brought their food. They ate in silence, but Brendan's leg remained over Sid's the entire time. Sid reached down from time to time during the meal to rub his hand up and down against its bare skin - something that Brendan found intoxicatingly erotic.

When Bartholomew Williams opened his robe, the first thing Tim and Mike noticed was that he was naked underneath. He was completely flaccid at the time, which might have had a little to do with his earlier alcohol consumption. His penis, although soft and only a few inches long at the time, looked quite thick and wide in girth. The boys glanced at each other for just a quick second before looking back at each other, knowing that once it started to fill out that it would get much bigger around.

The two boys on the bed were both still halfway hard though - which Bartholomew Williams found to his approval. He immediately decided that he liked Tim better of the two boys. Bartholomew Williams preferred fairer skinned boys, though he did also have a particular penchant for the darker boys with the Latin or Mediterranean sort of complexion from time to time. In the case of these two boys though, he found himself more drawn toward Tim, with his sandy colored hair and tanned skin.

Bart knew that the best way he could get himself off at this point was to have the two boys start playing with each other, so that is what he told them to do as he pulled the armchair that was in the room around so he could sit comfortably while he watched the two boys. Since he hadn't been very specific about how he wanted them to play, the boys just reached over and started stroking the other's dick. Mike let his hand slip down over Tim's balls every couple of strokes though, and down every so often even lower.

Tim tried not to like it when Mike's finger slid down into his crack and rubbed his hole, he felt like he was being unfaithful to Ben even though he knew that it was only a part of their plan for them all to be free of the influence of the man seated next to them in the chair as Mike rubbed and probed him. He couldn't really help himself though - he simply found it very erotic and arousing as the boy with him, naked on the bed touched him in his most private area. Every time Mike would rub his finger over that tight little ring, Tim's dick involuntarily twitched just a little. This did not go unnoticed by Bartholomew Williams. In fact, it gave him an idea.

"I want you to get down between his legs and lick him," Bart told Mike, indicating Tim's crotch.

"What, you mean like, lick his hole?" Mike asked. "That's gross." None of the few tricks Mike had had up to this point had ever asked him to do anything like that. He figured it would come sooner or later though. Now it had.

"That's exactly what I mean," Bart told him. "I want to see you eat his ass, and I want you to do it right now." He said the last part with a little more emphasis, letting the fourteen year old that he really didn't have a choice in the matter.

Then looking at Tim, he said "And you turn over and get up on your knees so I can get a better view of this."

Tim did as he said and rolled over, moving up onto his knees as he did. Mike moved up behind him, although a little reluctantly, and spread Tim's cheeks apart with his fingers. Then, tentatively he moved in and began licking at Tim's hole. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Perhaps, or even more probably because there was a slight bit of cherry flavoring in the lubricant that Daniel had left with them to use earlier.

Mike had been licking at Tim's hole for a couple of minutes, and while Tim had enjoyed the sensations the entire time, Mike was just beginning to like what he was doing. As Tim began to move with the action of Mike's tongue and mouth, Mike found his hands reaching up, almost involuntarily, to grip Tim's hips, pulling him back toward his mouth. Bartholomew Williams found the scene going on before him very arousing. He was stroking himself the entire time he watched, and was growing ever harder as he did. He wanted the boys to go farther though - what he really wanted to see now was Mike pumping his cock in and out of Tim's ass - so that was his next instruction to the boys. Reverend Williams was stroking himself as he watched the boys before him on the bed, slowly bringing himself to a full erection. Mike moved up behind Tim as he had been instructed, and started to press against Tim's ring. He was glad that it was turning out this way, since he didn't really like to have his own hole penetrated.

Daniel wanted the boys to get ready for what he had planned, which was why he had tossed them the little bottle of lube. It was really only just enough for what he had planned for the evening, with maybe just a little left over. He had several more of the little bottles in his hotel room though. One of Daniel's fetishes was that that he wanted to watch the boys prepare each other. In fact, this part of the entire sexual process was what Daniel often found the most stimulating.

Ben had caught the little bottle of lubricant that Daniel had tossed at them. He looked back and forth between it, Josh and Daniel as he held it. Daniel brushed his hand up and down against himself just once before he gave Ben and Josh any instructions as to what he wanted them to do, though they both had a pretty good idea. What he wanted them to do was use the lube to get each other ready, to get each other ready for the sexual encounter that was about to occur. He wanted Ben to lube Josh up first, and then they were to change positions. He told them to work the lube in until they were each able to accept two fingers easily.

Ben opened the bottle and squeezed a little of the gel out onto his fingers. Josh, lying on his back on the bed, lifted up his legs to allow Ben to rub the slippery liquid into his crack and inside his hole. Ben began to slip a finger into Josh as he rubbed the slippery gel against his ring. Josh slipped back a little on the bed as he did, pressing him that much more against the invading finger.

This movement didn't go unnoticed by Daniel, who was watching intently as the boys moved together as Ben worked Josh's hole. He was thinking about seeing how much more fluently they might be able to move together, only with him inserted in between them. Yes, that was what Daniel was thinking, him between them.

Ben was concentrating on rubbing the lube into Josh when he felt Daniel climb onto the bed with them. While Josh felt the movement on the bed, his brain was concentrating on just one very specific part of his body - the one that Ben's finger was probing. Daniel had just climbed onto the bed to watch what was going on from a closer viewpoint though. Daniel watched closely as Ben worked his finger in and out of Josh's hole, and then finally started to work in a second finger. As soon as Josh was comfortable with the way Ben was opening up his hole they switched positions. As they did, they both took note that Daniel had become quite hard as he had watched them, stroking himself idly as he did.

Ben reached over with the bottle of lube and squeezed a little out onto Daniel's dick. Daniel smiled over at him as he did. He appreciated the gesture that Ben had made. Ben flashed a grin back at Daniel before handing the lube over to Josh, and then he rolled over onto his stomach and raised his ass up, presenting himself to Josh.

Now it was Josh's turn to smile. He thought Ben was seriously cute, and he had been admiring his ass every chance he got, both in and out of his clothes. Unlike his running mate, Mike, Josh was gay. He was a versatile sort, neither preferring the top or bottom role, but enjoying them both equally. He was hoping that Daniel's plans included him getting to plant his dick in this sweet ass displayed before him. If not, maybe he would be able to get a shot at it during one of their breaks.

Josh squeezed some lube out onto his fingers, then used his other hand to part Ben's cheeks and started to massage the lubricant into the tiny pucker inside. Then on a whim, Josh took the little bottle and holding Ben's crack open, inserted the tip of the bottle into Ben's hole and squeezed a few drops out and directly into Ben.

Ben gasped as he felt the cool gel enter him. It felt good though, and it was even better when Josh's finger followed it. Ben pressed back against it as Josh pressed his finger in, willing it to enter him and it did just that. Josh didn't have to wait long before Ben asked him to insert a second finger, a request that he was more than happy to comply with. It was only a few minutes later when Ben announced that he too was ready to proceed. Reluctantly, Josh backed away from him and Ben raised himself off the bed, revealing a little wet spot where some pre-cum had leaked from his very stiff penis.

Josh reached out and rubbed the tip of his finger against the tip of Ben's dick, capturing a drop of Ben's pre-cum, and then slipped the fingertip into his mouth, sucking the tiny bit of liquid from it. Then he noticed that there was also a tiny drop of the same fluid on the tip of Daniel's dick. Ever the impulsive one, Josh leaned over, extending his tongue and licked the drop of fluid from the tip of Daniel's dick. Daniel let out a small moan as Josh's tongue brushed against the tip of his dick.

Josh was starting to pull his head back when he felt Daniel's hands pulling him back down. The tip of his tongue running across Daniel's slit made Daniel want more of Josh's sweet little mouth - to hell with what he had planned earlier.

Before Jamie and Andrew left the room, Andrew picked up the laptop and its power supply and took it with them as well; shoving it into one of the backpacks they were taking with them. As they left the room, Jamie spotted a face that he thought he recognized on the boardwalk. It was a man wearing a very loud shirt and shorts. It took just a second or two before Jamie realized where he had seen the man - it was on TV - he was the FBI agent who was looking for Andrew.

Jamie didn't have any idea how the man could have tracked them here, but the fact that he was here on the boardwalk, scanning the crowds as he walked caused Jamie some bit of alarm. He nudged Andrew and told him to hurry along in front of him. Andrew didn't understand, but there was a sort of urgency in Jamie's voice told him that he should do as his friend wanted. When they had made it around the side of the hotel, Andrew turned and asked what was wrong.

"I saw that FBI agent that's been looking for you on the boardwalk. You remember - the one we saw being interviewed on TV?" Jamie told him.

"How are we going to get the other guys out of the rooms?" Andrew asked, suddenly panicking. The plan called for them to get the boys' packs with their clothes back to them in their rooms as soon as Daniel and his father left them alone. They figured that they would have a little time before Daniel noticed the boys' things were missing from his room, but Andrew's spur of the moment decision to take the laptop with them as well would surely be noticed first thing when Daniel returned to his room.

"You give me the bags and go back to the hotel," Jamie suggested. "I can get the other guys out. We can't risk the FBI guy recognizing you."

Andrew lowered the two backpacks he was carrying to the ground and put his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders. "Look Jamie, I'm in this all the way with you guys. I have to see this through." Andrew was regaining his assertiveness as he said this. "Besides, you know that the picture he has looks hardly anything like I do now, right?"

Jamie was forced to agree. Andrew did look a lot different with longer hair, and it had also bleached out from being out in the sun. The blonde streaks were a lot more prominent now than when they had first met, and they hadn't shown at all as short as his hair was cut in the photo that was being shown on TV. Finally, Jamie nodded his agreement and they went back to the spot by the amphitheater where they had a good view of not only the doors to the rooms of the hotel, but also the boardwalk.

They both scanned the crowds looking for the FBI agent in the brightly colored shirt, but neither one could see him anywhere on the boardwalk.

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