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 (for whatever reason) 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 friend Mike Arram for being my proof reader, editor and spiritual advisor in the writing of this story. He's also the person who managed to convince me to start converting thought to ones and zeros.
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Trip to Florida Chapter Twelve
When Sid and Brendan got back to the parking lot where they had left the rental car, and started back to the hotel, Brendan suddenly had a thought. "Hey, we need to go pick up the rest of my things," he told Sid. "I'm going to need some fresh clothes and stuff, besides; I'm staying with you now, right?"
"Yes Sweetness, you certainly are going to stay with me," Sid answered as he put his hand over onto Brendan's thigh and rubbed it back and forth a few times. Sid loved the smooth feel of Brendan's skin under his fingers almost as much as Brendan enjoyed the loving caress of Sid's hand on his leg.
Brendan guided Sid to the house where he had been staying with the fat, disgusting older man so as to retrieve his belongings. Once they had arrived, Brendan asked him to come inside with him to collect his things. "It isn't that I have that much to pick up, but I'm afraid he's going to try to make me give him one more blow job before he lets me get my stuff," Brendan explained.
Sid was happy to assist, though the man Brendan was staying with made a comment to him that he still owed him some 'rent,' which Brendan of course denied. The man grabbed Brendan by the arm and started to pull him into a hallway. Sid responded by hurrying forward to grasp the man's arm to stop him. "He said he doesn't owe you anything," Sid told him. "So why don't you just let him go and get his things."
"He does owe me for the last two days. Who are you to say any differently?"
Sid thought seriously about pulling his FBI identification on the man, but quickly decided that he shouldn't blow his cover to anyone when it wasn't absolutely necessary. For this out-of-shape old man, it certainly wasn't. Sid tightened his grip on the fat man's arm and told him "I'm a friend of the Brendan's, that's all you need to know. He's been with me the last two days, so he can't possibly owe you anything."
When Sid tightened his grasp on the man's forearm, the same arm he was using to detain Brendan, it caused him to loosen his hold enough for Brendan to slip away from him. As soon as he was clear, Sid told him to go collect his belongings while he and the fat man had a little talk.
As Brendan walked away from them, the fat man called after him, "You better not steal anything, and I know where to find you!"
Then he turned to Sid and said "So the little whore found himself a trick that fell for him did he?" Sid still had hold of the fat man's arm with his right hand, and reached up and slapped him hard, across the face as a reply. The force of the blow caused the man to stagger back and fall. His weight falling away from him caused Sid to lose his grip and the fat old man fell to the floor. The house seemed almost to shake on its foundations.
Sid looked down at him, half-sitting and half-lying on the floor. He was holding his arm where Sid's hand had gripped him with one hand and rubbing his face where he had been slapped with the other. "We haven't met formally," he said as he bent his knees to look at the man face-to-face. "My name is Sid, what's yours?"
"Marty," the man told him, although somewhat reluctantly.
"Well Marty, I don't want to ever hear you make another remark like that about my boyfriend. Understood?"
"Yeah, I understand," Marty grumbled.
As Sid looked up from Marty, he saw Brendan standing in the hallway watching the exchange between the two men with a wide grin on his face. "Come on Sid, I got my stuff. Let's get out of here. I'm sure Marty here needs to have a wank or something."
As Sid and Brendan turned to leave, Marty spoke up, "You better not have stolen anything you little bas..."
Marty cut himself short when Sid turned and gave him a rather menacing look, then Sid turned back to Brendan; put his arm around his shoulders and the two of them left the house. On the way to the car, Brendan looked up at Sid, still grinning and said "Your boyfriend huh? You didn't ask me about that."
"Well," Sid asked him, "aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I am..."
As they got into the car, Sid noted the size of the backpack that Brendan tossed into the back seat. It didn't seem particularly large, nor did it seem to be especially full. "You can't have much in there," Sid commented.
"Yeah, a couple days changes of clothes, a CD player and a few CDs. When you spent most of your time on the street you have to travel sort of light," Brendan explained.
Sid nodded. It wasn't through personal experience of course, but he did understand what Brendan meant, and it made him feel a pang of sadness for the way the boy had had to live his life on the streets after his father had thrown him out - and all because he had discovered the boy's sexuality.
When they got back to the hotel, Sid considered that perhaps he ought to ask for a room change to one with multiple beds, just in the interest of diverting any suspicion from what they were really up to as lovers. He told Brendan about his thoughts, prompting Brendan to ask if that meant that they weren't going to be sleeping together. "Not a chance," Sid told him. "But we're going to have to make sure that both beds are messed up every night - make it look like they've both been used, um, I mean slept in. We'll only 'use' one of them."
Brendan looked over at him, giving him that infectious grin once more. Sid looked deeply into Brendan's eyes. They were a light brown color, with a hint of gold in them and they complemented his light brown, curly hair very nicely. Sid could not resist, and leaned over to give Brendan a deep, passionate kiss. If any of the hotel staff had seen them doing that in the parking lot, the cover story that Sid was planning to use would never have worked, not in a million years.
Fortunately, the only person who caught sight of the kiss Brendan and Sid shared in his car before they got out to go into the hotel was one of Brendan's friends, who gave him a slight wave as he walked into the hotel lobby with Sid. Also lucky for them, Brendan's friend had not been 'working' at the hotel; he was just passing through the parking lot on his way to try to pick up a new 'client' outside the Oar House, a few blocks away.
When Sid and Brendan entered the lobby, they went immediately to the front desk, where Sid told the clerk on duty the story he had told Brendan that they would use to cover the true nature of their relationship while they were staying there together. Sid told the man behind the desk that he needed to change rooms because his nephew had suddenly shown up to join him on vacation there, and that now that there were two of them who would need to share a room, they would require one with two beds rather than the one king size bed in the room he was currently in.
The clerk checked his computer, and told Sid that there was no possible way he could change the room that night, but that they would probably be able to make the substitution first thing after check out the following day when some of the currently occupied rooms became available. Sid looked back to where Brendan was waiting and asked him "Since they can't manage to change the room tonight, would you mind sharing a bed with your uncle tonight?"
Brendan did his best shy look and answered, "Well, if that's all they can do, I suppose we can share for one night. But if they can't do better tomorrow I think we should see if we can't find a more suitable place, don't you Uncle Sid?"
"I'm certain that we'll be able to accommodate you tomorrow," the desk clerk said. "Besides, I doubt that at this time of year, you'll be able to find any better rooms available anywhere in the beach area, even in a much higher price range."
"Well," Sid told the man behind the reception desk, "you do the best you can, and we'll see what you've been able to come up with tomorrow." Then, turning to Brendan, he said "I guess you'll want a shower. We better go ahead and get upstairs."
Brendan grabbed his backpack and followed Sid toward the elevators. When they got upstairs to their room, they found that it had been made up and cleaned. Brendan suggested getting the sheets messy again, but Sid told him that they needed to conduct some official business first.
When Sid finally pulled the pictures up on his laptop that the FBI had recovered from Adam's house, Brendan started looking at them. He immediately recognized several faces. One of the first was Kyle, who he identified as the older boy who had tried to rape Andrew in the clearing on that evening he had told Sid about earlier that afternoon. He did mention that Kyle normally helped out at Adam's as an assistant camera operator, but sometimes got in on the action as well. He picked out a few others that he knew from being hustlers around the beach before he finally saw one of Andrew.
When he identified it as Andrew, Sid was actually slightly surprised. But after carefully comparing the earlier photo supplied by Andrew's parents and the more recent one that had been taken at Adam's house, Sid could not help but notice the resemblance, despite the difference in the age and the cut of the hair. The face was a couple years older, and the hair a lot longer. There was also the difference in – or rather an absence of clothing in – the pictures.
As Sid paged through the pictures, Brendan identified images of the boys who were with Andrew. He pointed out Jamie first as Andrew's boyfriend, and then Tim and Ben as the other two who had hung around with them. He mentioned that he had heard that Jamie and Tim were brothers, and there certainly was a family resemblance. He also told Sid that he had seen Jamie and Ben 'working' at the beach outside the Oar House from time to time, although they weren't regulars there. He added that he had never seen Andrew or Tim around the bar.
Sid copied the pictures of Andrew, Jamie, Tim and Ben to a separate directory to make it easier to e-mail them to his boss. This could be the major break in a high profile kidnapping case, something that every young agent was eager to get credit for. That he had found Brendan, and they now considered themselves to be boyfriends certainly sweetened the deal. After sending the pictures, he also sent a brief explanation of who was who, as it had been related to him by Brendan.
When Daniel Simmons got back to his hotel room, the first thing he did was go into the bathroom to shower. As he washed, he grinned as he thought about the experience he had just had with the two boys. As a result he found his cock filling out, but he did nothing about it. He was saving everything he had for his next session with the two little hustlers. He didn't know it at that moment, but he might as well have brought himself off by hand. It would be his last opportunity for quite a while.
When he came out of the bathroom, still toweling himself off, he saw a folded piece of paper sitting on the desk where his laptop computer should have been. When he saw that it was gone, Daniel panicked. He dropped the towel and went quickly to the desk, where he retrieved the paper and unfolded it. It turned out to be a note that Andrew had left for him. He knew this immediately after he had opened it as he recognized the hand writing. 'But how could this have gotten in here?' he thought. 'And where did the computer go?"
The answers to both questions became very clear as he read the note:
Danny,
Does my father still call you that? Should I still call you that? Well, I don't imagine I'll ever really know the answer to those questions, will I?
I want to keep this short, sweet and simple though... So here it is. I have your laptop. I used it to take most of the money out of my father's accounts, and have moved it already enough times that you'll never find it.
Oh, and one last thing... I know all about what you and my dad have been doing with kids my age and have been for a long time. Now I have proof though. We filmed you and my dad with the guys you paid to spend the weekend with you, and we're going to turn it over to the police if you don't leave us alone. So please, just go away.
Hugs, Andrew
Daniel was steaming mad when he finished reading the note. But the anger was followed by a cold flush of horror. Hundreds of questions raced through his mind. Foremost among them were 'How did he find out about what his father and I were doing?', 'How did he find us here?' and mostly, certainly most importantly... 'What the hell am I supposed to tell Bartholomew, and how?'
While Daniel didn't have the answers to any of these questions, he still knew that there was serious trouble brewing, and he had to let his boss know. As he was getting dressed he noticed something else that was nearly as disturbing to him as the missing laptop - the four bags that belonged to the boys he had hired for the weekend were missing too. Daniel's head was spinning now... 'What the hell was going on here? What did Andrew do, and how?!'
Daniel finished pulling on a pair of jeans and grabbing all the key-cards, ran barefoot and shirtless down the boardwalk to the rooms the boys had been put in. He checked them both and found the rooms deserted. Still in a panic, he raced back up the boardwalk to the room next to his own and banged on the door. It was only a moment before Bartholomew Williams opened the door, wearing just a t-shirt and boxers.
When Bartholomew opened the door to find Daniel standing there with a desperate look in his eyes, he knew something was very wrong. He asked Daniel to come inside, but was told that he really needed to go to the room next door instead.
"Go on back to your room," he told Daniel. "I'll join you there in a few minutes. I need to make myself presentable first."
When Reverend Williams arrived at Daniel's room and knocked on the door ten minutes later, Daniel, who had been nervously pacing the room the entire time, opened the door almost immediately. Bartholomew Williams came into the room, shutting the door behind him. "I took the time to make myself presentable," he said. "I had assumed that you would do the same."
What he referred to was that Daniel was still dressed only in the pair of blue jeans.
"The way I'm dressed has nothing the fuck to do with anything!" Daniel shouted. "Look at this!" he added, thrusting the note Andrew had left at Bartholomew.
"What is this?" Bartholomew asked angrily as he snatched the note from Daniel. Then, as he read it, his anger visibly intensified. "Where did this come from? How did he find out we're here? Just what the hell is he talking about that he's emptied the accounts? How could he have done this?" Bartholomew could not understand any better than Daniel how this could have happened.
"Look," Daniel told his boss, "I have no better idea how this happened than you do. And I can't tell you how he did it either. All I know is that my computer and the bags I took from the boys are gone. I can only assume that it's him and he's telling the truth - after all, it is his handwriting on the note."
Bartholomew sat down in the easy chair next to the bed. "This part about us leaving him alone though, I'm not sure I understand it."
"Well, there is the FBI who you've had after him - you did report his being missing as a kidnapping," Daniel suggested.
"I don't have any idea how we could call them off. His mother would never go for that anyway."
"He said they filmed us, do you think he's telling the truth?" Daniel asked.
"I don't know, but he's obviously a lot more resourceful than we've given him credit for. Can you check the accounts and see if he was telling the truth about emptying them out?" Williams asked.
"Not without a computer, but the hotel probably has one I can use. What are we going to do about the films though?"
"For now hope this is an elaborate ruse," the reverend told him. "Now why don't you get dressed and go see about finding a computer. I'll be in my room, let me know as soon as you find out something." With that, he got up and left the room.
When Daniel asked at the reception desk, he was directed to the hotel's business center where several computers were available in private carrels. He went online and accessed the church's offshore accounts. Andrew hadn't lied, where there had once been over fifty million dollars, there was now barely two hundred. Only enough had been left to keep the accounts open. For all practical purposes, The New Church of the Redeemed was bankrupt – financially as well as morally it seemed.
When Daniel returned to the reverend's room, he told him what he had found in their offshore accounts. The man understandably became very agitated at the news. "Get ready to leave," he told Daniel. "We're heading back to St. Augustine as soon as we can get out of here."
Special Agent Richards had been sitting on his bench on the far side of the boardwalk from the hotel watching the activity. First the boy with the backpacks coming to get the four boys out of the rooms where Daniel Simmons and Bartholomew Williams had been, then Daniel running back and forth between the rooms, wearing only a pair of blue jeans. Shortly after that Daniel visited Reverend Williams' room, Reverend Williams had appeared and went back to his assistant's room. Richards was actually a little amused by the activity, though he wasn't quite sure why. Bartholomew Williams was his usual stoic self, but Daniel was clearly panicking about something.
When Reverend Williams returned to his own room from Daniel's, he looked extremely worried. A few minutes later, Daniel left his room again, this time dressed in a Polo shirt, jeans and loafers. He went around the side of the hotel and Special Agent Richards lost sight of him. He was gone for half an hour, and was clearly even more agitated when he returned to Reverend Williams' room.
Wondering what was going on, Richards crossed his legs and sat back, patiently waiting on the bench.
When they got back to their motel room, Jamie told Andrew to give him the tapes from the cameras they had planted in the hotel rooms where his father and Daniel had 'visited' the other boys. "What are you going to do with them?" Andrew asked as he handed them over.
"You know that FBI agent that's been following us around?" Jamie asked.
"The one you saw on the boardwalk?"
"That's the one," Jamie said. "If he's still there, I'm going to sit down next to him, hand them over and tell him that it will be worth his time to watch what's on them. I'll be back in about twenty minutes. Don't let Mike and Josh leave before I get back, they aren't going to get their final payoff from your father so we'll need to make up the difference to them."
"I think we should probably give them a bonus too, we can certainly afford it now," Andrew said. Jamie nodded his consent as Andrew left the car, then he drove away, back toward the Hilton.
Richards was still sitting on the bench, his legs crossed and his fingers laced behind his head. He was daydreaming; thinking about what could have the two men he had been watching so rattled, and what they could have been doing with the boys he had seen leaving the hotel rooms shortly after they did. Then there was the boy with the backpacks who had bumped into him before going to get the other boys from the hotel rooms. Where did he fit into all this?
He was vaguely aware of someone sitting down next to him on the bench. Then the person who had sat down next to him spoke. "You look like someone I've seen on TV. You're with the FBI, right?"
Richards looked over to his left. It was the boy who had bumped into him earlier, the one with the backpacks. He had light brown hair, cut quite short. He looked like he was probably around sixteen, maybe seventeen years old. "What makes you think that?" he asked the boy.
"Like I told you, I've seen you on television," the boy told him. "You're watching Bartholomew Williams, aren't you?" he asked.
"I'm not quite sure what you mean," Richards replied.
"Yeah, sure... That's why you're sitting outside his hotel room, and have been all day." Then the boy set two video cartridges down on the bench next to him. "Here's something to watch him doing that's a lot more interesting than what you'll see from out here." Then the boy got up to leave.
"Wait... What's going on here, and who are you?" Richards asked.
The boy turned back to him and said "My name is Jamie. Just watch the tapes. Trust me; it will be worth your time." Then he turned and walked away. Richards picked up the tapes and considered them for a moment; it was almost as if he was considering how much they actually weighed in his hand the way he held and looked at them. Then he finally dropped them into his shirt pocket.
Richards watched Jamie walk around the north side of the hotel and away from him. Just as Richards lost sight of Jamie as he went around the side of the building, his cell phone rang. It was Sid Kilgore calling to let him know that he had found a more recent picture of Andrew Williams, as well as pictures of three boys he was traveling with. Sid told his boss that he was going to e-mail the pictures to him in a few minutes.
On a hunch, Richards asked Sid if he knew the names of any of Andrew's traveling companions. When he heard the first name - Jamie - his free hand touched the tapes in his shirt pocket. He had a thought that Andrew Williams may well be within his grasp at this very moment. By the time he got to the street, chasing after the boy who had just left him, there was no trace of him at all. He was gone.
Special Agent Richards realized that at this point all he could do was to return to his hotel room and download the pictures Sid was sending to him. It was about this time that the junior agent who was with him finally arrived on the scene. "It's about time you got here," Richards said to him. "What took you so long? It's only been what, two hours or so?"
"Sorry," the younger agent told him. "I really didn't mean to be so long, but it's my wife, she's expecting and it's been a rough pregnancy. She needed to talk, and I only got her off the phone because her mother just showed up."
"That's all well and good, but we have a job to do," Richards said. "For the time being, you watch the two rooms on the north end of the hotel. I have an e-mail coming that I have to get back to my room to see. This could be very important. If Williams or his assistant makes a move, I want to hear about it immediately."
The rookie agent that Richards had with him knew that his boss was very unhappy with him, and not wanting to get sent to some undesirable place, he was going to do exactly what he was told.
When Richards got back to his room and got his computer online, there were five e-mails waiting for him from Sid Kilgore. Four of them had a single picture attached. The first he opened was the one with the subject "Jamie." As he expected, it was the boy who he had talked to just a short time before on the bench outside the Hilton. He was also the same one who had bumped into him carrying the backpacks. Richards pulled the two video cartridges from his pocket and put the on the desk, considering them for a moment and wondered again what was on them. The inference Jamie had made was certainly that it was something involving Reverend Williams.
The next one he opened was the one with the subject 'Andrew.' It was a much more recent picture of Andrew Williams than the one provided by the reverend and his wife. He was astounded at the difference in the way the boy looked then and the way he looked now. He decided that the picture the boy's parents had provided must have been about two years old. It was odd that they would have given a picture that old to the people who were trying to locate their allegedly kidnapped child. The face in the newer picture looked very familiar to him though, in fact he thought he may have seen that boy on the boardwalk earlier that afternoon.
Then he opened up the other two, the ones with the subjects 'Tim' and 'Ben.' Tim bore and uncanny resemblance to Jamie he thought. But he knew he recognized them both - and he knew exactly where from. They were two of the four boys that Jamie had taken out of the hotel rooms a short time earlier.
Finally, he opened the last e-mail, the one with the subject 'Explanation.' As he read through it, he was impressed with his bright young rookie, Sid. He had really come through on this investigation. He had managed to find and gain the confidence of one of the boys who had been at Adam's house the day before he was murdered. The e-mail certainly confirmed what he had been thinking a few minutes before as he looked at Andrew's picture - this boy wasn't kidnapped, he had run away. It seemed that at some point, perhaps at Adam's house but more likely before then, he had met up with Jamie and Tim. Then Ben, who was already a regular at Adam's house and one of his featured performers in his pornography enterprise, had joined up with them. According to Sid's information, Jamie and Andrew were lovers, as were Tim and Ben. Sid's source claimed not to have any information about Adam's murder, but the young agent said he would continue to pump him for as long as it took.
Richards certainly admired the young agent's dedication.
Jamie got back to the motel about twenty five minutes after he had dropped Andrew off. He pulled the backpack with the cash they had taken from Adam's house from the trunk and headed into their room. The first things that greeted him when he opened the door were the grunts and moans of sexual activity. His little brother was on his back on the bed, with his legs over Ben's shoulders. Ben was driving into him hard and fast, evidently in the final moments of making love before reaching his orgasm. Andrew was on the other bed with Mike and Josh, who were obviously freshly showered with towels wrapped around their waists, but hands inside each other's towels.
Andrew got up to greet Jamie as he came into the room and shut the door behind him. Andrew threw his arms around Jamie's neck and gave him a deep kiss. "Did you deliver the tapes?" he asked.
"Yep, he was still there. He was sitting on the same bench right outside your father's hotel room," Jamie told him.
Mike and Josh both looked over at them. Things were out in the open now and they said in unison, "Your father?"
Andrew turned back to them and said, "Yeah, my dad was one of the guys that hired you for the weekend - the boss. I found out what he was doing with kids my age a while back and ran away from home. Then this chance came up to get him off my back. He's had the FBI looking for me with the story that I was kidnapped. Sorry we couldn't tell you the whole story before now."
Ben and Tim had finished, and were now both lying back on their bed with a post-coital glow about them. Ben asked, "So who did you give the tapes to?"
Jamie turned to him and said, "The FBI agent that's been looking for Drew. He's been out at the beach outside the hotel all day. I don't have any idea how it was that he showed up here, but the opportunity seemed too good to pass up."
Jamie set his backpack down on the floor on the opposite side of Ben and Tim's bed from the one where Mike and Josh were. He knelt down, opened it up and counted out two thousand dollars. Then he walked around and sat down on the bed with Mike and Josh. He divided the money between the two boys. Then he told them "Here's the rest of the money that you won't be getting from Drew's dad. But I suppose there's a good chance you'll want to stay with us for the rest of the weekend. I doubt Drew's father or his assistant, Daniel will be very happy when they find out their boy toys gone. So you can stay here with us. It's up to you though."
Josh, the older and more street-wise of the two asked him, "Do we have to, uh... You know?"
Jamie shook his head. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Like I said, you don't even have to stay here with us. I just offered because I thought it might be better. Like I said, I don't think they're going to be happy when they find out everyone is gone. It's all up to you."
Mike looked at Josh questioningly. Josh nodded at him, and then told Jamie, "We'll stay then if it's alright."
Andrew sat down next to Jamie on the bed, taking his hand and looking at Mike and Josh said, "He already told you that you're welcome to stay."
Mike put his arm around Josh, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
'That's sooo sweet,' Jamie thought. He looked at Andrew and said "They'll stay."
Epilogue:
Mike and Josh did spend the rest of the weekend with Jamie, Andrew, Tim and Ben. It ended up turning into one big orgy for the remainder of the weekend. The only time any of the boys spent with any clothes on at all was when Jamie would go out to get them food. Since they had brought the liquor and the lubricant that Daniel had left them at the Hilton, they had plenty of party supplies to last them. Mike ended up finding that he didn't really mind the size of Andrew's dick, and enthusiastically bottomed for him several times. Having made a real connection with Mike and Josh, the other four boys asked them to stay with them. Eventually, all six boys managed to make there way to the small island nation of Aruba, where they purchased a small villa. They are still there to this day, the money Andrew having transferred from his father's accounts being enough for all six boys to live on for the rest of their lives.
Sid took Brendan back to his apartment in Atlanta with him, and as the old story ending goes, they lived happily ever after.
Special Agent Richards arrested Reverend Bartholomew Williams and his personal assistant, Daniel Simmons, based on the evidence on the tapes that Jamie had given him. They both were eventually convicted on charges of sexual deviancy with minors and fraud, based on a thorough investigation of The New Church of the Redeemed and sentenced to lengthy prison terms.
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