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, sometimes also with adults involved, so if you aren't supposed to be looking at things like this wherever you live or if 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.
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Trip to Florida Chapter Eight
Reverend Bartholomew Williams was happy to hear that the boys had all shown up as the agreement Daniel had made with them called for. There had been times before when the boys who had been hired for his entertainment had skipped out on them, taking the small amount of 'earnest money' Daniel gave to them and never meeting as agreed. Those few times Daniel had had to go out and round up whatever he could find at the last minute to satisfy the reverend's sexual appetite, and they weren't always the types of boys that the Bartholomew Williams preferred when that had happened. Bartholomew Williams like smooth, young boys who were clean shaven and hygienically clean. He absolutely loathed what he referred to as 'those stupid little goatees that look like the hair around a pussy.' He also found it extremely erotic when a boy would keep his pubic hair shaved, or at least very well trimmed.
Reverend Williams mixed himself another martini from the bottles of vodka and vermouth he had brought with him. There was no way that he was going to pay the mini-bar prices the hotels charged for those little bottles of alcohol. Not only did they not have enough in them to make a decent drink in his opinion, but there were never enough in the room anyway. He had also brought with him two large bottles of Crown Royal and two big plastic bottles of Coke. These were for the boys Daniel had hired. That way they would have something to keep their wits a little dulled after Daniel had gone back to pick up their belongings. Bartholomew had Daniel take their bags and clothes for two reasons - first to make sure that they didn't run off during the weekend, and second because he wanted to make sure they weren't doing drugs in their rooms. He wanted them to be buzzed, as it made things go easier for what he had planned, but he didn't want them doing anything that might attract the attention of the police, as that could be truly disastrous. Therefore he supplied them with alcohol. He knew that Daniel used the boys that were hired for his own pleasure and entertainment as well, but this didn't bother him - it was part of the price he paid to have a good, confidential assistant. It also meant that Daniel couldn't betray his secret life.
After he put the bottles of drinks into two plastic grocery bags, one for each room, he added a few other items he had brought to a third bag to take with him to use when he was having his way with the boys Daniel had hired, then he stripped down to his boxers. When he was done, he sat down in the room's recliner and watched a porn DVD he had brought with him as he sipped on his drink and waited for Daniel to let him know that the boys were ready.
After Sid had gotten Brendan calmed down and Brendan had stopped crying, he took the boy back inside the room and ordered breakfast from room service for them both before returning to the balcony to retrieve their drinks. As he walked back in and saw Brendan sitting on the edge of the bed in his pair of boxers that were just a little too large for the boy, he wondered where the boy was going to go when their time together was over after they had lunch. He also wondered just a little why not knowing bothered him. Was he starting to really feel something for the boy? He handed Brendan his glass, and took a sip from his own.
'Damn, but this boy is beautiful,' he thought to himself. 'How could his father have tossed him out on the street like he was nothing more than a piece of garbage?' But then he thought about how his own family might react if they found out he was gay and didn't know if the result would have been any different when he was Brendan's age. He thought that his mother and sister might have accepted him, but was sure there was no way that his father or older brother would have.
Sid had no way to know that his older brother had 'experimented' a little as well with one of their neighbors who he also went to high school with a few times in the woods behind their homes and also in his brother's own bedroom. Sid's brother was actually straight, but he had been seduced by his high school friend and neighbor after they had been smoking pot and his inhibitions were down. It had never gone farther than mutual jack-offs and blow jobs, which his brother had always, save once, been on the receiving end of - but the simple fact that his brother had done that much would have made him a lot more accepting of his little brother had he known the truth.
About twenty minutes later, a cute boy from room service delivered their breakfast. There was something in the way the boy looked at Sid as he signed the check for their breakfasts that told Sid that the boy had some idea what had been going on in the room, even though there was no way he could see into the room past the short hallway just inside the room's door.
As they ate, Sid took note that Brendan dug into his food as if he hadn't eaten for a couple of days. The truth was this was almost exactly the case as the man Brendan had been staying with didn't keep much food in the house since he didn't cook himself. Brendan had completely finished his meal by the time Sid had gotten halfway through his, and asked Sid if he could make another drink.
"Sure," Sid told him. "Do you think you can make them like I did?" Brendan nodded that he thought he could, so Sid told him "If you can, you can mix me another one up too please."
Brendan was pretty sure that he had watched carefully enough as Sid made their drinks before that he could duplicate them pretty closely, so he went into the little kitchenette to give it his best try. After Sid took one sip of his, he coughed a little and said, "A little too much horse radish, but you did just fine, buddy."
Brendan smiled and blushed slightly at his compliment and shyly said "Thank you."
When he had finished his meal, Sid rolled the cart with the dirty dishes on it out into the hallway to be picked up later by the room service attendants. When he came back into the room, Brendan was lying back naked on the bed, idly stroking himself and asked Sid if he was ready for another round.
"My, but you are simply insatiable," Sid told him. "I suppose I'm ready if you are though."
"Well, you want your money's worth don't you?" Brendan asked.
"My beautiful boy," Sid said, with a sudden surge of affection for this unusual little hustler. "I have already gotten that. Anything else is a bonus at this point."
Andrew watched as Daniel went to the rooms his friends were in, and came out carrying their backpacks. Andrew hadn't known that Daniel would come back to collect their belongings, so there was no way he could have warned the four other boys that this would happen. He took note of the fact that Daniel allowed the door to close slowly behind him as he walked away from it, rather than shutting it himself and quickly calculated how this could be used to their advantage. Andrew hoped that Ben had been smart enough to get the camera set up in a good out-of-the-way position by the time Daniel had returned, and that Tim and Ben had both hidden their cell phones away in case they needed to communicate. Just by luck, as it happened, Ben had set up the video camera in a good, out of the way position where it would be able to film all of what happened in the room. Andrew also hoped that Jamie would make it back with the other video camera in time for Tim to get it set up in the other room since he had no idea which room his father would go into first - and that was the one they really needed to get on film.
When Daniel entered each of the rooms, he was pleased with what he found. All four boys were naked as they had been instructed, and were also semi-hard, so Daniel was pretty sure things would go well this weekend. None of the boys liked the idea of him taking their possessions, particularly Mike and Josh, as what was in the backpacks was all their worldly goods. An extra hundred dollars each and his promise they would get them back at the end of the weekend, along with the remainder of the money they had agreed upon convinced them to go along with it though.
After dropping off their backpacks in his own room, Daniel went next door to let his boss know the boys were ready. He gave his boss a key to the room Tim and Mike were in, as he was still determined to have the first shot at Ben. The thought of how hot the boy looked in those black mesh shorts with the skimpy bikini underwear on beneath them when they met, let alone naked, as he had been when Daniel last saw him had made the man quite hard.
Reverend Williams instructed him to take the bags with the drinks to the boys, and let them know that they should go ahead and have a couple before it was time for the 'fun' to start in about another forty-five minutes. Daniel took note of the state of intoxication his boss was in and decided that when he dropped the drinks off that he would caution Tim and Mike to also lubricate each other well before the Reverend showed up. He knew all to well from his own experience that when Bartholomew was drunk, he tended to make a fast, forceful entry. Daniel had a couple tubes of KY in his pocket that he would leave them for this purpose.
Jamie was out of breath when he returned from their motel room to where Andrew was waiting for him as he had run all the way there and back. He had the extra video camera with him though, which was the important part. It was a little larger than the one Ben had taken into his room, but it was still small enough to be concealed somewhere in the room. Andrew filled Jamie in on what had happened while he was gone, especially the part about Daniel coming back to get the boys' belongings.
"Do you know if Ben got the camera planted first?" Jamie asked him.
"I don't know. I'm afraid to call his cell phone in case it's in the backpack that Daniel took with him," Andrew told him.
Andrew had barely finished speaking when his cell phone rang. "Hello?" he answered.
It was Ben, who told him that Daniel had come back to get their things. "I know dude, I saw him do it. Did you get the camera set up first?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah, I did. It's in a good place to shoot both beds, I already tested it," Ben told him. "I have the remote to start it where I can reach it and get it stashed again when we see the door start to open and I had the phone hidden under the mattress, so it was safe. Have you heard from Tim yet?"
"Nope, but Jamie just got back with the other camera, so we're going to have to chance going by the room to give it to him," Andrew said. Then he quickly added, "Dude, hang up now! Daniel is on his way back!" Andrew had seen Daniel come out of his father's room with two plastic grocery bags, but freaked out when the man walked past his own room and continue on toward the rooms where his friends were. Daniel couldn't catch Ben talking on the cell phone, as this might wreck their entire plot.
Ben quickly hung up the phone and tucked it back under the mattress. When Daniel opened the door a couple moments later, he was sitting up on the bed propped up by a couple pillows, one hand behind his head, and the other idly stroking his balls.
Andrew and Jamie watched as Daniel briefly went into each room and dropped off a grocery bag. As soon as he had left Tim and Mike's room and was on his way back to his room, Andrew dialed the number for Tim's cell phone. It rang three times, and Andrew was worried that Daniel had taken it with the rest of Tim's things, but then Tim's voice came on the line.
Jamie was already on his way to Tim and Mike's room with the camera, and Andrew told him to open the door when Jamie knocked, take the camera and get it set up quickly. "I have time," Tim told him. "When Daniel dropped off the liquor he said we have about forty-five minutes before they're going to start with us. He said we should have some drinks and get each other ready with some lube that he left with us while we wait."
"Okay," Andrew said. "Just get the camera set up and do what he said. We have everything set up out here." That was exactly what Tim and Mike did as soon as they had closed the door after they had taken the camera from Jamie.
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