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.
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.
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 Three
When the gun that was found at the crime scene didn't match the caliber of the round Adam had been shot with, Special Agent Richards was furious. He needed his team to make a break in the Andrew Williams kidnapping case, and he needed them to make it quickly. He was very sick of the preacher and his entourage making his life a pure hell with their constant pestering to know how the investigation was going. He knew that they had probably hit another dead end with the investigation in North Carolina for the time being too. His best hope right now was with what he could find here in southern Georgia, and that didn't seem at all promising. He was hoping that one of the agents he had assigned to work the area around Ashton Hills undercover might turn up one or more of the boys in the photos or movies they had discovered at Adam's house.
Special Agent Richards noticed that the entourage Reverend Williams seemed to have constantly around him had started suddenly to dwindle. This was new, as the TV preacher always kept himself surrounded by his `faithful.' When he asked Daniel Simmons what was going on, and why the Reverend's people were leaving, he was told that there was a revival meeting going on in St. Augustine that Reverend Williams could not possibly back out of on short notice, but fortunately it was close enough that the Reverend could make it back if they found any information about his missing son. The reverend's personal assistant gave him a business card and asked that he call the cell phone number that was printed on the card if anything came up in the investigation. The FBI agent shook hands with the young man who was representing the Reverend Williams and bade him good-bye.
After some careful consideration, and a brain-storming session with his senior staff, Special Agent Richards decided it was about time that they closed up the investigation in Titusville. He knew somehow that they weren't going to get any farther with his investigation here, so he called his team together and told them it was time to move on. His plan was to send a few people back north to help out in Ashton Hills and to take the rest with him and follow Reverend Williams to his revival meeting. He had a gut feeling that something wasn't right with the reverend and his staff. He decided that he would pull a couple agents from North Carolina to replace the two that he was sending up there to look for the boys in Adam's pictures, so there would be a couple new faces to watch the Reverend Williams and his staff - and to do it covertly. He figured the new faces in North Carolina might help turn some stones up there as well - not to mention some new faces more probable to make covert surveillance of the reverend's entourage more effective.
Daniel Simmons arrived in Daytona and booked four beachfront rooms at the Hilton. He had to pay a premium to get them on the ground floor, opening directly onto the beach, but it would be worth it. With the rooms opening directly onto the boardwalk as they did, there would be no photographic record of the boys he was going to be getting for the Reverend Williams to have sex with, nor his bringing them in and out of the hotel. The Ocean Walk bar was only a few blocks away as well, and Daniel's checking had found that this was a place that was ripe with young hustlers working the tourists. He planned to put two of the hustlers each in two of the rooms and have the other two for his and his employer's use. Daniel had picked up some of his boss's tastes after all. Daniel had already picked out two of the four boys he was going to use during the reverend's visit, and gave them both a fifty dollar "retainer" to make sure they would still be in the area when he returned, as well as to have a couple other boys that would meet his and his boss's requirements ready to `audition' with him when he got back. The front money he gave them, as well as the promise of a much larger pay off to come was plenty to ensure that the boys he had picked out from among the hustlers would be available when he and the Reverend Williams returned.
Now that everything was set up for his boss's and his `entertainment,' he could head back north to attend to his other administrative duties, the main one of which was to keep up with the FBI investigation into Andrew's disappearance. Daniel had of course been told by the boy's family that it was a kidnapping, but he had his own suspicions about what really happened to Andrew. He knew that the boy hadn't been happy at home, and he suspected that the boy had found out about his father's taste for young boys. He only hoped that the reverend hadn't gone so far as to have sex with his own son.
The boys, in the meantime had been enjoying a leisurely drive through northeast Florida on State Highway A1A which ran the entire length of the Florida coast. Around the southern end of St. Augustine they saw the large tents that were already being set up for Reverend Williams' big revival meeting the following week. All four boys were silent as they drove past the tents, all of them were thinking about the plan that Andrew had laid out for them, but there was some uneasiness in the car because of it.
Andrew's plan called for one of them to get picked up by his father's `spotter,' and Jamie was the most likely candidate, but Ben might fit the bill for him as well. It had been decided amongst them that Jamie and Ben would work the places where Andrew's father's spotter was likely to show up, while Andrew and Tim watched for him.
To help with the plan to trap Andrew's father, they stopped at a Walgreen's and picked up four pre-paid cell phones so they could keep in touch with each other while they watched and waited.
When the boys arrived in Daytona Beach, they checked into one of the many small motels that wouldn't ask any questions and got a room with two double beds. The room they got wasn't great, but it was enough that it was clean, which was about all that you could really say that was positive about it.
They weren't tired from the trip, but paired off and went to bed anyway - but not for sleep. Andrew and Jamie both stripped off all their clothes, pulled back the covers on one of the two beds in their room and snuggled up together, just enjoying the closeness for a few minutes. Ben and Tim on the other hand undressed each other, planting small kisses over each other's bodies as they did. When they were both naked, they looked over at Jamie and Andrew, their attention drawn by the little squeals of pleasure coming from Andrew. Andrew was kneeling, with his ass raised up and Jamie's face buried in it, with his tongue going in and out of Andrew's hole. Instead of getting in bed together, Ben and Tim stood and watched the show going on in front of them, gently rubbing their rapidly hardening dicks as they did.
Jamie and Andrew were oblivious to their audience; both were concentrating on the pleasurable sensations in Andrew's asshole - Jamie on giving them and Andrew on receiving them. Andrew was completely hard from having Jamie eat his asshole, and he was feeling like he was about to let loose a torrent of cum. He didn't want to cum yet, but he couldn't tell Jamie to stop. In fact, the only noises he was able to make were the little squeals of delight that were so entertaining to Ben and Tim. Suddenly, Andrew's dick started to twitch and his cum started to shoot out of it. The first blast actually had enough momentum behind it that it managed to hit his stomach and chest, despite his kneeling position. After Andrew finished squirting out his semen, Jamie got back up on his knees and moved up behind Andrew. His hole was slick with the spit that Jamie's tongue had left there, slick enough that Jamie's dick was able to make its way inside him. As Jamie moved up to penetrate into his lover, Ben and Tim finally joined each other on the other bed in the `69' position with Ben on top and Tim on the bottom. Both were very hard and leaking pre-cum as they took each other into their mouths.
Jamie took Andrew almost savagely; such was his passion for the boy. He was taking long, fast strokes in and out of his lover, pulling nearly the entire length of his dick out of Andrew before plunging back in. He kept his pace much longer than he thought would be possible, and after almost ten minutes of frantic thrusting into Andrew, Jamie unleashed a massive load of semen into Andrew and once again Andrew let out an excited squeal. After he finished pumping what he thought must have been a record load into his lover, both he and Andrew collapsed onto the bed, Jamie's softening dick still inside Andrew.
Neither Tim nor Ben was making any noise though - well not outside of some quiet slurping noises as they gave each other the best oral pleasure they could manage. Ben was going all the way down on Tim - going down so far that he was taking the head of Tim's dick into his throat. Tim tried, but still wasn't able to get Ben's entire dick into is mouth; he hadn't yet mastered his gag reflex. This didn't matter so much to Ben though as Tim was a true expert at using his tongue, and right at that moment Tim's tongue was driving Ben to the height of ecstasy.
Ben raised his head from Tim's dick for just a moment as he came into Tim's mouth, but as his orgasm subsided; he lowered his head back down and took his lover back into his mouth. Seconds later, he was rewarded with a thick, creamy snack of his own. This was a snack that Ben truly savored. When Tim had finished cumming, Ben rolled off him, and turned around to lay with his lover on the bed, their heads next to each other on the pillow. Moments later they were joined in their bed by Jamie and Andrew who had become uncomfortable in the wet, sticky spot that Andrew had left in the other bed.
The boys napped quietly for a while, resting up before they would start cruising the beach looking for the most likely places to find Andrew's father's spotter later on. They knew they were going to have to be careful as they worked the beach looking for the places where the hustlers hung out. They needed Andrew to find the spotter, but they also needed to be sure he wasn't noticed by the man who would be hunting his father's prey.
When FBI Agent Sid Kilgore arrived in North Carolina, having been sent there by his boss to help with the investigation in Ashton Hills, he was looking forward to the assignment. His purpose here was to try to locate some of the young boys from the pictures which had been found at Adam's house. Agent Kilgore was especially looking forward to this assignment because, unbeknownst to his boss, he was gay and he saw some potential fun for himself in this mission. He was the youngest member of Richards' team at twenty-two years of age, and just out of the FBI Academy at Quantico. Richards figured he would be the perfect member of his team to try to attract some of the boys in the pictures with his young, boyish face and short, blonde hair.
Sid sat in his hotel room and went through the pictures and videos time and time again - not so much to memorize the faces of the boys - he had committed them to memory the first time he had seen them - the truth was that he liked what he saw in the images. Unable to resist any longer, Agent Kilgore unzipped and lowered his pants as he watched the show on his laptop, and slowly jacked himself to orgasm. After he cleaned himself up, he shut the laptop and went down to his rental car. He arrived at the Oar House bar, a few minutes later, went inside and had a seat at the bar.
Not long after he had arrived, he managed to strike up a conversation with a few of the other customers. He didn't try to steer the conversation at all as he didn't want to raise any suspicions about himself as an undercover officer. One of the other customers did remark during the conversation about the hustlers that had been readily available just outside the bar until recently. This gave Sid the opportunity he had been looking for - "Oh really," he asked the man who had made the comment. "There used to be a lot of hustlers working around here?"
"Yes," the man lamented. "They all suddenly disappeared though about a week ago. There was this one really cute dark haired boy with a nice dark tan, but he left a week or so before all the others. His name was Ben, if I remember right..."
"Yeah," another one of the customers spoke up. "He was working as a model sometimes for that guy that got shot is what I heard. You know, that's a funny thing, it was right after that guy got shot that they all vanished. Makes you wonder if some of them had something to do with that."
Sid just sat back and listened to the men discuss what had happened for now. He had found some information that would appease his boss for a little while, and he had done it quickly. Sid sat and quietly sipped a few more drinks for a little while longer, listening and absorbing as much information as he could.
When he finally returned to his hotel room, he composed an e-mail and sent it off to his boss. He thought it was better that he made his report this way than to make a phone call. First, it gave him a record of what he reported to his boss, and second it gave him a chance to think about his answers to any questions his boss might have.
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