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.
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.
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.
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. This is in fact where the relationship between Sid and Brendan came from.
Trip to Florida Chapter Nine
Sid walked over and joined Brendan on the bed, dropping his boxers to the floor and stepping out of them as he did. As he sat back against the headboard next to Brendan, the boy moved so that he could lean over and take Sid's semi-hard dick into his mouth. It wasn't long before Sid's dick was standing up at full attention as Brendan continued giving it a tongue bath. He felt his orgasm approaching, but wanted to hold it off for a while and continue enjoying what could very well be his last sexual encounter with this wonderful boy he had just met the day before. Reluctantly, he pushed Brendan's head away from his penis, held Brendan's head in his hands and looked into the boy's eyes. "My turn," he said after a moment. "I want this to last a while."
Sid moved to a position in between Brendan's legs and as he did so, Brendan lifted them up so his knees were above his chest and spread them apart to allow Sid to have complete access to his lower body. Sid lowered his head between Brendan's legs and took his dick in one hand, supporting himself with the other. He pulled back Brendan's foreskin and licked at the tip of his dick, which already had a slight bubble of pre-cum glistening on its slit. He continued licking down the length of the shaft and reaching the bottom of it, sucked Brendan's smooth, hairless balls, one at a time into his mouth. After he released Brendan's testicles, he moved down further still and ran his tongue lightly over Brendan's tight little pucker. He heard Brendan gasp as he did, and took this as a signal to continue with his oral stimulation. He curled his tongue and pressed it up against Brendan's hole.
When Brendan felt Sid's tongue pressing against his hole, he pushed back against it, willing it to enter him as much as it could. It did manage to penetrate him slightly and soon Brendan was writhing and gasping as Sid continued his oral ministrations, making love to Brendan with his tongue. Sid could feel Brendan's cock pulsing in his hand as he probed, licked and sucked at the boy's hole. Sensing that Brendan was about to cum, he stopped and pulled away.
"Why did you stop?" Brendan asked after he had a moment to recover.
"I told you I wanted this to last a while," Sid answered. "That means for you as well as me."
"I guess it's my turn again then," Brendan said, grinning at Sid. Brendan knew that Sid's asshole would still be clean from their shower earlier, but he didn't know if he thought he could do what Sid had just done for him. The thought of licking someone's asshole wasn't appealing to him, even as good as it had made him feel. He knew the deal he had made with Sid called for anything one did that the other would do, but he hoped Sid would understand that he didn't care to return that particular favor.
They moved around on the bed, so Sid was lying on his back and Brendan had moved between his legs. Sid raised his legs up just as Brendan had and Brendan lowered his face down into his crotch. He pulled Sid's rock-hard penis back away from his stomach and lowered his mouth over it. He went all the way down on it until his nose was rubbing in Sid's pubic hair and the tip of Sid's dick had entered his throat. He sucked up and down the length of Sid's shaft a few times before pulling off, then licking his way back down the shaft and sucking Sid's balls, one at a time into his mouth. Sid moaned with pleasure as Brendan sucked and licked at his balls.
Sid pulled his legs up higher, willing Brendan to go lower, something that did not go unnoticed to Brendan. He lifted his head for a moment and told Sid, "Dude, I know anything you do to me I'm supposed to do to you, but I just don't know if I can do that. I mean, that's where you shit from."
Sid lowered his legs for a moment and told Brendan, "Don't worry about it - it's really okay. I wish you would at least try it, but I'll understand if you don't want to." Sid smiled at Brendan as he said this, hoping to ease the boy's mind. Brendan nodded that he understood, and Sid raised his legs once again as Brendan lowered his lips back onto Sid's dick.
Again, Brendan licked down the length of Sid's dick and took his balls into his mouth. He licked and sucked at them for a few minutes as he considered going ahead and moving lower to Sid's hole with his tongue.
Finally, he thought 'What the hell? He did it to me and didn't seem grossed out by it. Maybe it won't be so bad after all.' As Brendan released Sid's balls from his mouth, Sid thought he was going to move back up to resume sucking his dick, but he was pleased and surprised when Brendan moved his tongue down into his crack instead. Sid pulled his legs tighter against his chest to give Brendan better access.
As Brendan's tongue reached Sid's hole, he decided maybe it really wasn't so bad. There was only a slightly musky odor, and the taste wasn't really that bad, just slightly tangy. He was thankful too that there wasn't a lot of hair around the hole - only a few small, light blonde hairs were located between Sid's balls and hole. He curled his tongue as Sid had done earlier and pressed it against Sid's pucker. Sid moaned with pleasure as he pressed back against Brendan's tongue and it slipped, just slightly into him.
Sid let Brendan continue, running his hands through Brendan's light brown, slightly curly hair as he did. After a few minutes though, he felt his climax beginning to build once again. He was ready now to cum, but he wanted to take the boy's ass one more time. Pulling Brendan's head up and away from his crotch, he asked Brendan to climb up on top of him. Brendan sensed what exactly it was that he wanted and as soon as he had climbed up on top of Sid he reached for the bottle of lubricant on the table next to them, then smeared some first around his hole, probing himself slightly with his finger to get some of the lube inside himself. Then he squirted some more out onto Sid's dick and rubbed his hand up down and around Sid's shaft until it was completely coated with the slippery gel. When he was done with that, he lowered himself down until the tip of Sid's dick made contact with his hole.
Brendan pressed back and down until he felt the head of Sid's dick slip past the ring of his sphincter. He paused then for a moment while he got used to the feeling of Sid's cock once again invading his hole. Almost before he was ready for Sid to do so, Sid began sliding his dick farther inside. Sid was very near orgasm, as was Brendan, so this wasn't going to take much longer. They worked themselves into a rhythm that was comfortable for them both after the first few strokes. An amazingly similar thought ran though both their minds as they realized they were moving so perfectly together atop the bed in a gentle fluid motion... The thought was that they were sexually compatible.
A few strokes and just a moment later, Brendan arched his spine and leaned back. As he did, a copious amount of semen erupted from his dick and sprayed up over his chest and stomach. At almost exactly the same moment, as his anal muscle contracted around Sid's dick, Sid lost control and coated the inside of Brendan's bowels with his seed.
Tim and Mike finished planting the video camera, then they sat back on the bed after they had hidden the remote control where Tim could reach it to start the filming at the beginning of their weekend's sexual adventure with the Reverend Williams and Daniel Simmons. They sat together for a few minutes when Tim suggested to Mike that they might want to heed Daniel's warning and get each other ready before one of them came back. "It didn't sound like they plan to do any preparation for us, and I know for damn sure I don't want them ramming anything up my butt unprepared," Tim said.
"Yeah, you're right," Mike responded. "I really don't like anything going up my butt." Then he added with a resigned look on his face... "I need the money though, so I guess this weekend I'll have to do it,"
Tim looked at Mike a bit quizzically after that comment. That this cute guy was willing to do something that he so obviously didn't want to because he needed the money wasn't entirely foreign to him, but the look on Mike's face was. He had been around other hustlers enough to understand what some of the boys that were out on the street were willing to do to make enough money to live, but most of them were already hardened enough to life on the street that it didn't get to them as much as it obviously was still getting to Mike.
"So, how long have you been out on the street dude?" Tim asked him.
"About four weeks," Mike told him. "My dad is a drunk, and when he gets drunk he beats on my mom and me. Finally one day I just couldn't take it anymore, so I packed as much as I could in my backpack and I left. Now here I am, selling my ass on the street just to stay alive."
"That sucks dude, I wish there was something we could do to help you out."
"Right now I think all you can do to help me out is pour me a shot of that whiskey and then help me get ready for what we're going to have to do in a few minutes. Besides, you guys are doing a lot, giving us all that extra money."
Tim got up and poured them each a generous portion of the Crown Royal and a glass of soda on the side. As he poured the drinks, he thought that with all the money they had, not to mention what they would have if they pulled off Andrew's plan, there was a lot more they could do more to help these boys than just giving them five hundred dollars a piece. They each took the Crown down in two shots, chasing each shot with a swallow of the soda. When they were done with their first drink, Tim poured them a second drink and then took the bottle of lubricant off the table and held it up as he looked at Mike, who was now lying back on the bed, naked. "Okay, so who's going to be first?" he asked.
Mike raised his legs up and said, "Well, I guess it's me. Just be careful with me, okay? I'm really not used to having anything inside me back there."
Tim felt a sudden surge of regret for what he was about to have to do, because he could tell Mike didn't really like it. At the same time though, he knew that if he didn't do this, it was very possible, even likely that the boy would be hurt. Tim didn't want to see that happen, so he told Mike to get on his hands and knees on the bed.
Once Mike was in position, Tim took the bottle of lube that Daniel had left with them and squirted some out onto his fingers. He started rubbing the lube up and down Mike's crack, just pausing for a moment each time he reached Mike's hole. Finally, after a few minutes of doing that Tim stopped at Mike's rear entrance and pressed gently at his hole.
Tim felt Mike tense up when he first applied the pressure. "You really aren't used to this are you?" he asked.
"No, I'm really not," Mike answered. "I've never liked taking anything in the butt, but I've had to a couple times. It always hurt really bad."
"Okay, well just do what I tell you and it will make this a lot easier, I promise," Tim told him. The last thing Tim wanted was to see this boy get hurt, and he was determined to see that he didn't. "Get on your hands and knees and spread your legs apart some, then push back against my fingers when I start lubing you up," he advised. "That will make it go a lot easier for you. You need to remember to do that if one of them wants to fuck you too. I know your instinct will be to clamp down, but trust me, okay? If you just press back it will really make things a lot easier."
Mike did as Tim asked, and soon Tim had not one but two fingers working in and out of Mike's ass, working the lube into him. Tim still knew somehow that this might not be enough, that he still needed to get a third finger into Mike to get him ready for what was going to be coming sooner probably than later. "Dude, are you ready for more?" Tim asked as he withdrew his fingers and started to apply more lube to them.
"I don't know, that's already pretty intense," Mike replied, breathing hard.
"Mike, I just want to make sure you don't get hurt, so let me try another one," Tim told him. Tim wasn't really sure that Mike would be able to take the third finger, but he thought it would be better to try because he didn't know exactly what they would be expected to do later on.
Mike was able to take the third finger only for a couple moments before he had to ask Tim to stop. When he did, Tim went back to only two for a minute or so before completely withdrawing his fingers. "You think you're going to be okay dude?" he asked with genuine concern.
Mike rolled over onto his back, and still breathing a little hard from the stimulation he had been getting finally replied "Yeah dude, I think so. Give me a minute to recover and I'll get you ready you too, okay?"
"Sure, take your time dude," Tim told him, and unable to resist a sudden urge, leaned over to kiss him deeply on the lips. Mike let out a soft moan as their tongues made contact. They kissed for what was really only about twenty seconds but seemed like very much longer. When they finally broke the lip-lock, Mike took a second to catch his breath and then told Tim he was ready to start lubing him up.
Tim got up onto his hands and knees and spread his legs apart. Mike squeezed a small portion of the lubricant out onto his fingers, and started working it into Tim's crack. He circled the pucker of Tim's ass with the tips of his fingers, which elicited a slight moan from Tim just before Mike started to make his first penetration. When Mike started to press his first finger into Tim, Tim pushed back against him and Mike's finger quickly slipped inside. He worked it around for a few minutes before withdrawing it to apply more lube. He squeezed a much more generous amount of the lube out onto his fingers this time, and started working two digits into him. Mike continued this for a few minutes, before withdrawing his fingers once again, squirting more lube onto them and then working a third finger inside of Tim.
Tim told Mike that he was ready after a couple minutes of that, and Mike withdrew his fingers once again from Tim's hole. Tim rolled over onto his back on the bed, and Mike noticed that not only was Tim's dick quite hard, but it was leaking pre-cum as well, where his own had only been in a semi-hard state when Tim had finished with him.
Ben and Josh were sitting back on the bed, resting against the headboard watching TV in their hotel room. Josh was idly stroking Ben's leg, which was resting against his own. Both the boys were in a semi-rigid state, but Josh's stroking of his leg made Ben's erection grow firmer and harder minute by minute. They didn't have any idea how long it would be before their 'benefactor' would be there to start with them.
Both of the boys were a little nervous about what was going to happen once the person or persons they were supposed to be entertaining showed up. The extra-strength Crown and Cokes Ben had poured for them were helping slightly with that though.
"So what do you think they're going to want us to do?" Josh asked.
"I don't know," Ben told him. "It could get a little rough and kinky though. You remember that Daniel said that they might even want to tie us up and shit like that."
"Yeah, I know. That's what I was thinking about. I've never done anything like that, and it has me a little scared." Ben could easily see the nervousness on Josh's face as he said that.
"Well, I haven't exactly done anything like that either," Ben told him. "Remember though, he did say that they wouldn't do anything that would hurt us."
"No, I believe his words were 'no permanent damage' - that's different, very different" Josh said as he looked over at Ben.
"Yeah, I guess you're right about that," Ben agreed. It was now his turn to mull that over and it increased the nervous thoughts running through his head. He just hoped that Andrew's plan worked out like it was supposed to and they would all get away from this free and clear, and with a great deal of money to boot.
Outside, Jamie and Andrew were still watching the rooms from their out of the way spot; waiting to give the others warning when they saw either Daniel or Andrew's father headed their way. Suddenly, Andrew sat up. Jamie, noticing his motion sat up as well.
"Quick, dial!" Andrew said. He had spotted his father leaving his hotel room - the northernmost room next to Danny's and heading toward the southern end of the hotel where their friends were waiting. His father was wearing a white robe that came down almost to his bare knees and had flip-flops on his feet. He had a glass in his hand that Andrew guessed correctly would be a vodka martini.
They each hit a speed dial button on the cell phones since they had no way to know which room Andrew's father was on his way to. About halfway down the length of the hotel, Reverend Williams pulled a small paper envelope from the pocket of his robe and looked at the number on it. He compared it to a couple of the rooms on the southern end of the hotel before finally heading toward the southernmost of the rooms, the one where Tim and Mike were staying.
Andrew told Tim that his father was headed for the room he was in with Mike and quickly, Tim turned the phone off, tossed it under the bed and turned the camera on. It was only about six seconds later that the door started to open. When it did, both Tim and Mike were sitting back on the bed with the upper sheet, blanket and bedspread rolled back. Both were still semi-hard, probably due to the fact that they had chosen earlier to open the room's window rather than start the air conditioner.
The first thing Bartholomew Williams did after entering the room was to shut the window and turn on the air conditioning unit. Then he turned around to face the boys. "Keep the window shut from now on," he told them. "It wouldn't do to have anyone passing by outside hearing what we have going on in here, would it?"
The boys glanced at each other, and it was finally Tim who answered, "No, probably not." Then he smiled up at the Reverend Williams, finally face to face with the man he had only seen in the media before now, either in the newspaper or on TV and said "So what is your pleasure, sir?" quoting a line from his favorite horror movie.
Reverend Williams set his drink down on the table and opened his robe, revealing that he was naked underneath. "I'm glad you asked me that," he said.
It was about thirty minutes later that Andrew saw Daniel leave his room and head south toward the other end of the hotel as well. As Daniel left the room, he heard an air horn go off a short distance away, but thought nothing of it really. He looked around him though, reflexively as he allowed the door to close slowly behind him. All he saw was a boy with sandy-brown, almost blonde hair, wearing only a pair of board shorts catching some sun on a lounge chair on the patio next to his. There were no shoes, or towel, or shirt there with him, so the natural assumption was that he was staying with his parents in the room. Daniel walked away from his room without giving it a second thought.
This time there was no question about whose phone to call when Andrew dialed though, and within a few moments the camera was rolling in Ben and Josh's room as well.
They too were ready when the door opened a few moments later and Daniel stepped inside. Unlike his boss, Daniel chose to wear a t-shirt and shorts between the rooms and was bare-footed. He was just as quick to disrobe when he got to the room the boys were in, starting with his shirt and quickly enough he also stripped off his shorts and underwear, but not before he pulled a small bottle from a pocket of his shorts.
Ben and Josh were sitting back on the bed when Daniel came into the room, just as Tim and Mike were when Bartholomew Williams came into theirs. They hadn't had the warning or opportunity to lube each other up before he got there though. To fix this, Daniel tossed the small bottle he had pulled from his pocket onto the bed between them. It was a bottle of lube.
"We should all get ready now, don't you think?" was what Daniel said to them as he peeled off his t-shirt.
Jamie was up off from the lounge chair as soon as Daniel passed by him, and just barely managed to catch the hotel room door before it closed and latched. It was only a few seconds later that Andrew joined him in the room and sat down at the laptop computer. He knew they were working on borrowed time as it was, and he didn't want to be in the room any longer than necessary.
Andrew took a few minutes, but it didn't take him long to remember Daniel's passwords and get into the bank accounts. It took Andrew about three minutes to transfer the entire contents of three of his father's accounts into one of his, which his father had thought would be a shelter and then to open another in Aruba through a cousin bank, and then transfer the money there. From there, the money went to Switzerland, then the Cayman Islands and finally back into another bank in Aruba. Jamie looked over Andrew's shoulder as he made all the transfers, absolutely amazed.
"I didn't realize you could do shit like that," Jamie told him as he watched the money flow from account to account, then Andrew opening a new account and then closing the one that he had just used.
"It really isn't that hard," Andrew told him. "I watched over Daniel's shoulder when he was doing it before I, err, left home."
Andrew paused for a few moments before he went on, "Anyway, I have like, a photographic memory, so it wasn't hard to remember the passwords when Daniel typed them in. The account numbers weren't that hard to remember either. From there, all you have to do is start creating accounts, and closing them behind you as you go. These places don't talk to anyone about bank accounts if you don't the numbers for the accounts. Danny always used to brag to me about that."
"Danny?" Jamie asked. He wasn't used to his boyfriend referring to Daniel in that manner.
"Yeah," Andrew admitted. "We were sort of friendly sometimes, and around the house when he was there I called him Danny. I think he wanted me to be, you know, like you and me are, but was afraid to say anything because of my father being his boss."
"Yeah, not to mention his little fuck-toy," Jamie said.
This struck a nerve with Andrew for some odd reason, and he shut Jamie down. "Okay, look, just shut the fuck up for a minute. I need to concentrate, okay?"
Jamie just stepped back a little and kept his mouth shut. He wasn't used to this more aggressive Andrew and wasn't quite sure how to take it.
After ten more minutes at the computer's keyboard Andrew was done, and slightly more than fifty six million dollars had been transferred from his father's accounts into his, then accounts had been deleted and with a little creative computer work, pertinent records were erased.
Jamie spotted the bags that Daniel had collected from all the other boys in the room and between the two they picked them up and carried them out. From here, they were on their way to rescue their friends from Andrew's father and his assistant.
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