This is the seventh chapter of 'Trip To Florida,' the sequel to 'House on Lora Avenue' which is posted in the High School section.
Thank you for your consideration.
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.
It's been so long since I managed to finish a chapter that I have decided to give you all a little bonus in this chapter... the recipe for my favorite home made Bloody Mary mix, and if you've read Mike Arram's story, 'Henry in Finkle Road' you may have some idea just what those can inspire. If you haven't, look for it in the High School section of the Nifty Archive or at http://www.iomfats.org/storyshelf/hosted/arram (the latter may be easier to find).
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Trip to Florida Chapter Seven
Sid pulled Brendan up from the bed and led him by the hand into the bathroom. He was still amazed by the absolute beauty of the boy, and drank in the deliciousness of him as they waited for the water in the shower to get hot. As he studied Brendan's naked body, Sid began to get hard once again. Absentmindedly, he began rubbing himself, from the bottom of his nearly hairless balls, all the way up his shaft to the tip and back down again. This added stimulation had his dick standing tall and hard enough to cut diamonds again in mere moments.
Brendan reached out, saying "Here, let me do that for you." Sid was happy to oblige the boy, but after a few strokes pulled him into the shower and under the steamy water. The pair washed each other lovingly, and oddly enough, not even in a sexual way. Sid took the lead, first soaping up Brendan's front with a wash-cloth, and then turning him around to do his back side. He did pay special attention to Brendan's ass as he washed him, but that was only to clean away the residue of their earlier sex that was now leaking from Brendan.
When he had finished soaping Brendan up, Sid pulled the detachable showerhead down, and rinsed off his body, again paying special attention to Brendan's butt. Now it was Brendan's turn to wash Sid. He repeated Sid's actions, washing him as tenderly and gently as Sid had done to him moments before.
They finished their shower and dried each other before going back into the bedroom; they used the wall-mounted hotel hair drier and Sid's hairbrush to dry each other's hair. Brendan even gave the brush a couple slow strokes through Sid's trimmed, blonde pubic hairs, though his own had been trimmed too closely for Sid to be able to return the favor.
When they returned to the bedroom, they fell with each other into the bed and lay, just cuddling and caressing each other for a while...
Daniel and the Reverend Williams got into Daytona on I-95 and took International Speedway Blvd. east toward the beach. It dead-ended back into A1A just a few blocks from the Hilton where they would be staying for the weekend. Daniel swung the big car left onto A1A and in a few moments they were pulling into the valet parking at the front of one of the largest hotels at the beach. This and the fact that Daniel had made the room reservations under his name instead of the Reverend's or the 'church' would help guarantee their anonymity. Daniel checked them into their rooms, and arranged to have their bags delivered while they went into the hotel restaurant to get a quick bite to eat and a couple drinks.
Three vodka martinis and an order of calamari later, Reverend Williams was ready to go to his room to relax before the boys Daniel had hired showed up. He stripped down to his boxers and lay down on the bed to take a nap.
Daniel had some business to take care of while his boss was napping and before he had to meet the boys he had hired as this weekend's entertainment, which would be in a scant few hours. He set up his laptop on the desk in his hotel room and got online. He was glad to see that he could use a hard-wired line instead of having to use a wireless connection because he had to perform a few wire transfers to move some of the money the 'faithful' were constantly donating to the Reverend Williams' organization to their various offshore accounts and he didn't like the idea of using a wireless connection without encryption to do this. Sure, the 'church' was tax-exempt because of its non-profit status, but it still wouldn't do to have the true wealth of the organization ever to become public, and keeping all the money in American banks could cause just that to happen. Daniel had often marveled at the creative ways that Reverend Williams had found to keep his true worth a secret, and this was just one of them.
After he had transferred just over six million dollars into three separate accounts in three different banks on the small island nation of Aruba, he went to the mini-bar and fixed himself a Jack Daniels and Coke. He looked briefly at the price card, wondering how the hotel would charge $4.50 for a drink in their lobby bar that had at least twice the liquor in it, but could get away with charging $8.00 for a single shot out of the in room bar. 'No matter,' he thought, 'it's on the expense account anyway.'
There was still just over an hour left before he had to get ready to take the short walk to the place outside the bar where he had arranged to meet up with Mike, Josh and the two other boys they had agreed to have there for him. As he sat sipping his drink, he thought about how absolutely gorgeous the two boys were and lightly stroked himself through the fabric of the grey silk boxer shorts he was wearing. He was hard in very little time at all from the images running through his mind, but wasn't going to bring himself to climax just yet. He wanted to save himself for the boys he knew he would have with him later this evening.
After all the boys had showered and dressed, they headed down the street to get a good, hearty meal before they met Daniel at the Ocean Walk bar. Ben and Tim had each packed a couple days worth of changes of clothes into backpacks for the weekend, and carried these with them when they left. Andrew was carrying a backpack with him as well, but his contained a high resolution digital camera and one of the small video cameras they had taken from Adam's house. All the boys were dressed similarly in tank-top or muscle-tee shirts, shorts and sneakers. Their attire was meant to make them blend in with the other teens that were all over the ocean-front area, and it did this very nicely. Ben's shorts called a little more attention to him though, as they were a loose, see-through, black mesh material that showed off the black bikini underwear he had on under them, underwear so small and skimpy that they did little to hide what was inside. He managed to turn the heads of several girls and boys alike as they walked down the crowded sidewalks.
Finally the appointed time came, and the boys split up. Ben and Tim went with Mike and Josh to the Ocean Walk to wait for Daniel, while Andrew and Jamie circled around to watch from a safe distance. The plan was for them to follow Daniel and the other boys when they went back to wherever Daniel was putting them up for the weekend.
Tim was a bit apprehensive about what would happen during the weekend, as he had never been a 'rent boy' before this. Ben, being more seasoned in this area tried to sooth his nerves as best he could - "Look dude," he said, "there's nothing to it. Most of the time they'll just want a blow job, and cum on your face instead of in your mouth. I don't know what it is, but for some reason these old guys seem to get off on that."
"But what if they want us to do more than that? Like butt-sex, or swallow their goop?" Tim asked.
"Yeah, well that happens, it's usually not too bad though," Ben told him. "What you do is just close your eyes and think about someone you like, pretend it's him doing you instead." What Ben didn't tell Tim though was that this didn't always work, in fact it actually never had been successful for him, but he felt that he needed to say something to reassure his boyfriend about what they were about to do.
The boys didn't have to wait long on the bench outside the bar before they saw Daniel walking toward them on the boardwalk. When Daniel approached them, Mike and Josh introduced them to him as the other two boys who were to spend the weekend with him and his boss.
"Did they tell you how this is going to work?" Daniel asked.
Ben and Tim shook their heads, and said "No, not exactly." They wanted to hear the words from Daniel's own mouth, but more importantly it was for the small micro-cassette tape recorder that was concealed in Ben's backpack. From a short distance away, Andrew took the digital camera from his backpack and started snapping pictures of the boys talking with Daniel to go along with the audio tape.
Daniel explained how the weekend was going to work to them. "You get five hundred a piece for the weekend, plus I pay for the hotel room. You order off the room service menu and bill that to the room as well. You are to be in the room and available for me or my friend whenever we want to join you for a little, um, 'fun.' That means you stay in your rooms at all times for the entire weekend. You'll be paired up, two to a room and we may want to shuffle who's staying in what room as we go. Is that okay with both of you?" Daniel was having a hard time as they talked looking anywhere but at Ben's equipment, prominently on display as it was. He felt himself hardening in his pants as they were talking. He really wanted this kid naked and beneath him badly. He knew also that the Reverend Williams would find Ben particularly to his liking, but he was determined to have the first shot at him.
"Sure," both Ben and Tim responded. "Five hundred bucks is five hundred bucks," Tim added. He knew that he and Ben didn't need the money from Daniel, but certainly wanted the man to think they did.
"One other thing," Daniel added. "You do anything we want, right? No questions asked. We say it, you do it."
Ben answered for both of them: "Sure, like he said, five hundred is five hundred. Plus room and board, that makes the deal even sweeter. Hell, you can even tie me up for that."
Ben had said that last part almost jokingly, not expecting Daniel's response... "We probably will at some point, so it's good to know you're okay with that." The boys could all tell that Daniel's response to what Ben had said was completely serious. At this, Mike and Josh exchanged nervous looks. They knew they were expected to do whatever Daniel and whomever he was bringing with him wanted, but they hadn't counted on something like getting tied up. They might be street hustlers, but they certainly weren't seasoned professionals, and they weren't at all into kinky stuff. Daniel picked up on this and added, "Don't worry guys; nothing will cause you any kind of permanent damage, although there may be a little brief pain involved. And you won't be left tied up when we're finished either." He knew from his own personal experience that his boss could get a little rough from time to time, in that when he made his anal entry into a boy, he often made it hard and fast. In this, he wasn't going to lie to the boys and tell them that nothing would be done that would hurt them at all.
The boys all silently nodded their agreement and followed Daniel as he led them back up the boardwalk toward the hotel. There were a lot of people out in the early evening hours, which made it difficult for Jamie and Andrew to follow the other group walking ahead of them. They did have the disposable, pre-paid cell phones they had bought for emergencies along with them though in case they became separated or something else happened.
They were nearing the northernmost end of the boardwalk, where there was a large amphitheater at the end of a large plaza when Daniel stopped, looked around and led the boys up onto the patio of the hotel. There were several rooms that opened onto the patio facing the beach, and Daniel opened the two southernmost rooms with electronic card keys to let the boys inside. He surprised the boys by splitting up the seemingly pre-established pairs though, with Mike and Tim ending up in one room and Josh and Ben in the other. When Daniel dropped the boys off at the rooms, he did not leave them the keys to the rooms and told them that they should go ahead and get undressed. They were expected to dress in nothing more than the soft, white, Teri Cloth robes they would find in their rooms for the entire weekend, even if they were going out on the public sidewalk to exchange rooms when it was time for them to do that. He then told them they would start earning their money shortly, hung 'Do Not Disturb' signs on the outside of their doors and headed back to his boss's room to let him know the boys were ready.
Once Andrew and Jamie saw Daniel leave the boys in their rooms, Andrew called Ben's cell phone. Ben filled him in as quickly as possible on what was expected of them over the weekend. None of the boys had expected that they were to be confined to the motel rooms the entire time. It would have played into the boys' plan better if the two pairs of boys had not been split up, but this was not insurmountable. In fact, as Andrew thought about it after his conversation with Ben, he realized that it could easily work to their advantage. He filled Jamie in quickly on how they were going to have to modify their plan, and then Jamie dropped a small package off with Ben before jogging back to their motel room for the rest of what they were going to need. While he was gone, Andrew kept a watch out from the edge of the amphitheater, which gave him a good view of all the rooms facing the beach on the boardwalk level. They had seen Daniel go into one of the northernmost rooms after he let the other boys into the rooms they would be staying in, and he guessed, correctly as it would turn out, that his father was in one of the two rooms next to Daniel's. Andrew stared at the hotel windows, behind one of which was his father. If Andrew hadn't filled him and the others in previously about catching his father having sex with other boys near his own age, Jamie would have wondered why Andrew was out to get his father so badly.
It wasn't what either of them expected or intended, but Sid and Brendan fell asleep in each other's arms as they lay on the bed after their shower anyway. They had both been exhausted by their sexual workout earlier, and while the shower had invigorated them slightly, they were soon overcome by sleep. Fortunately, Sid was a habitual early riser and got up just after seven o'clock simply because of his internal alarm. He moved the 'Do Not Disturb' sign to the outside of the door on his way into the bathroom. It certainly wouldn't do to have the hotel housekeeping staff let themselves in and find him in bed, naked with this lovely young boy.
Having just showered a few hours earlier, he didn't feel that it was necessary to do this again, but he still needed to use the toilet and shave. When he was done, he found Brendan awake, and sitting up on the bed. Ever the randy teen, Brendan was hard again, and stroking himself. Sid took a running leap and landed on the bed next to Brendan. After a quick kiss, Sid slid down and took Brendan's rock hard penis into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the tip, concentrating on the end of Brendan's foreskin, and managed to slip the tip of his tongue in between it and the shaft a few times. This attention got to Brendan in a hurry, and he felt his cum rising up quickly within him. He tried to say something to let Sid know his mouth was about to be filled with his juices, but all his vocal chords managed to produce was a few little gurgling noises. Sid needed no warning though, he was able to tell that his young lover was about to blow from the reactions of the boy's body to the stimulation he was getting from Sid's tongue.
Brendan fired off five shots into Sid's mouth, most of which he swallowed readily, but he saved the last little bit, holding it in his mouth as he moved up to kiss Brendan. Although it was Brendan who first went to push his tongue into the other's mouth, he was a bit surprised to be rewarded or this by having Sid let the last of the gooey liquid run back into his mouth. He didn't think it was particularly unpleasant, just a little weird.
Brendan reached down and found Sid's stiff penis, and after rubbing it up and down a few times, went down to return the favor as they had agreed they would do when they struck their bargain the night before. Sid's age gave him a bit more stamina than Brendan, although he did not recharge as quickly, and after nearly twenty minutes of oral ministrations from Brendan, he was on the edge, but still had not cum. Brendan was getting tired and his jaw a little sore from the workout when he finally felt Sid began to tense up. He took this as a signal to speed things up, and moved up so his mouth was just covering the tip of Sid's dick and began to jack the shaft vigorously with his right hand while probing Sid's asshole with the index finger of his left. He flicked the tip of his tongue quickly back and forth across the tip of Sid's dick as he jacked the shaft, which on the sensitive, circumcised head really intensified Sid's gratification. Sid only shot four medium sized shots of cum into Brendan's mouth. Brendan thought about swallowing it, but decided fair was fair, and held it all in his mouth as he moved back up and shared it with Sid in the midst of another deep kiss.
After a few minutes of kissing and snuggling together on the bed, Sid got up from the bed and walked over to the small bar that he had set up in the hotel room's kitchenette. He opened the refrigerator and started mixing up a Bloody Mary from scratch rather than using a pre-made mix. "Do you want anything?" he asked Brendan.
"Sure, I'll take one of those too."
"Um, you're a little young for a Bloody Mary, don't you think?" Sid asked him, not even realizing how foolish it sounded that he would have sex with an underage boy and then be reluctant to give him an alcoholic drink.
Brendan walked up behind Sid in the little kitchen and pressed himself into Sid's back, wrapping his arms around Sid's waist and hugging him from behind. "I've drunk liquor before," Brendan told him, "and besides, I'm old enough for you to rent out for the night for sex, so I ought to be old enough to have a drink with you."
"Yeah, that did sound a little stupid didn't it?" Sid responded. "Do you like them spicy?" he asked.
"I don't know really, I've never tried one of those before. Just make mine like yours," Brendan told him.
"Okay then, spicy it is," Sid said as he added a generous dollop of horseradish to Brendan's glass as he began to mix the boy's drink. He made Brendan's drink just like his own, in a tall glass with nearly three full ounces of Stolichnaya vodka and his special homemade mix, starting with spicy V8 juice, then adding plenty of horseradish, Worcestershire Sauce, pepper, a dash of pickle juice and the tiniest drop of Endorphin Rush hot sauce, then he finished it off with a celery stalk. He watched as Brendan took his first sip of the drink, and saw that the boy wasn't expecting quite the kick that the drink carried, both from the alcohol and the spiciness.
They each put on a fresh set of Sid's boxers and took their drinks out onto the small balcony, high over the street below them. They sat in the two wrought iron chairs the hotel had put there, which were separated by a small wrought iron table with a glass top. Since it was almost eight thirty by this time, Sid asked Brendan what he thought he might want for breakfast. After only the briefest thought, Brendan came back with "Bacon and eggs, over medium, white toast, sausage links, home fries and another one of these, only not so spicy."
"Deal," Sid told him. 'This boy really does have a healthy appetite,' he thought to himself. "Let's finish these off and I'll call room service."
Sid and Brendan sat on the balcony talking for a while and Sid thought maybe he should try to get a little information from the boy. He asked him some general questions about himself, and then finally asked how long he had been out on the street hustling.
"About six months," Brendan told him. "My dad found out I'm gay and kicked me out. He told me that no son of his was going to be a queer and live in his house. So he put me out on the street with what I could carry in my backpack and I've been on my own ever since."
"It must be tough making ends meet sometimes," Sid suggested.
"Yeah, it is. There used to be a guy here that would pay to let him take pictures of you, and maybe with some other guys fooling around. He got killed not long ago though." This was headed right where Sid wanted it to go, not only had he had a great night (and morning) of sex with this beautiful boy, the conversation had just turned to where he may be able to get some more information for his boss about the killings at Adam's house and also possibly the preacher's missing son.
"Really, what happened?" Sid asked.
Brendan was silent for a moment, considering what he was going to say before he spoke. Sid picked up on this and made a mental note about it. "Well, this is only what I heard, I wasn't there, okay?" Sid was sure from the way he said this that he probably was, but he wasn't going to press that issue just yet.
Brendan set his glass down on the table and continued, "There was this big party, and he had a lot of guys come over that had done films for him. Like I said though, I wasn't there this time. He had a bunch of guys there that he sold those pictures and videos to, like the head dudes and it turned out that it was supposed to be a big sex party for them or something."
"Yeah, you mean like for the stars of the movies to meet the executives?" Sid asked, wanting to keep Brendan going.
"More like for them to meet the stars," Brendan started. "...And fuck them," he finished.
Brendan had sort of a sad look on his face, and it concerned Sid just a little. He too put his glass down and placed his hand onto Brendan's thigh, as a comforting gesture though, rather than a sexual one.
Brendan started to sob at that point, and Sid could see a tear running down his cheek. "They drugged uh... them with something in our drinks, and then they raped uh... all of them while they filmed it," Brendan told him. "And they killed Bobby. He bled so much from what they did to his ass that he died." Brendan was crying fully now.
Sid stood, pulling Brendan up with him as he did and hugged him tightly, again trying to be comforting. He had caught the two times that Brendan had almost said "us" and now knew for sure, rather than just suspected that Brendan had been present at the 'party.'
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