Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2007 21:00:47 -0400 From: Terry <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Trip to Florida Chapter Eleven 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 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 have really helped make this story happen. I owe them both a big debt of gratitude, and if you enjoy it, you do as well - I do pass them on. 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 (and if you've ever seen an Arabian camel up close, you know what I mean). 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 (though so far I have), or may not take them right away, but it does help to know what the readers do and do not like. E-mail me for a complete list (with links) of my previous stories. * * * Trip to Florida Chapter Eleven After Sid and Brendan finished their meal, Sid drove them back out to the beach and into the small state park at the north end of the beach community. They left their shoes in the car and walked out onto the beach in their bare feet. As they walked down the beach, Sid draped his arm around Brendan's shoulder and pulled him in closer. Brendan responded by putting his arm around Sid's waist. They walked on in silence down the pure white sand, admiring the beauty of the ocean on one side of them and the unspoiled woodlands on the other. Brendan started to say something, but Sid shushed him. "Not yet Sweetness, I need to think for a few more minutes before we talk." Brendan complied, reluctantly. They walked a little farther when Brendan noticed a path that led up into the woods. He turned, pulling Sid with him towards it. Sid just shrugged and followed along with him. "There's a nice little clearing up this path," Brendan told him. "It's really beautiful, and very secluded." Apparently the boy had been here before. 'Well,' Sid thought, 'he has been living in the area...' Brendan was silent for a while, and then continued. "I was crashing in the woods up behind the clearing here one night when I didn't have any other place to stay. There was some noise that woke me up, and I saw these two guys. They had just finished having sex, and one of them left. Then this bigger guy came sneaking up on the one that had stayed. It looked like the bigger one was trying to rape the younger one, then all of a sudden this other guy came running up and hit the older one with something. I guess it was some sort of little gun, and it went off when he hit the guy with it. I saw a little flash when he swung it and a really big one when it went off." "Um, why are we coming up here then?" Sid had to ask. "Because it's really beautiful and very secluded," Brendan answered him. "I thought I just said that." "Yeah, but you also said that you saw an attempted rape and someone nearly getting shot here too. Beautiful and secluded makes it sound nice and romantic. Rape and shootings sort of says exactly the opposite to me," Sid gave Brendan a quizzical look as he explained the apparent contradiction. "Yeah, well it gets weirder than that," Brendan continued. "I knew all of them, well except for the first one that left. None of them saw me in the woods, but I could see all them in the moonlight. I knew them from Adam's house, the guy who was taking the pictures of us." This strange new revelation was certainly something that Sid was going to be able to use, but he found himself feeling guilty about deceiving Brendan. 'No,' he thought, 'not deception really, but certainly a lie of omission.' Sid pulled Brendan around where they were facing each other as they entered the small clearing. "Listen babe, there's really something we need to talk about before you go on any farther, okay?" "Um, sure," Brendan wondered where this could possibly be going. Sid sat down cross-legged in the clearing, and beckoned Brendan to do the same. Brendan sat down in front of him, with his legs kicked out in front of him and leaned back on one elbow. "Brendan, I want you to know that I really like you, and I think we really have something special starting between us. I think you want this to go on as much as I do, right?" Brendan nodded his affirmation, still not sure where this was going. Sid continued, "Well, if we're going to have any sort of relationship develop, we have to be honest with each other, don't we?" Again, Brendan nodded. He was wondering if Sid was going to start prying into his past. He had told Sid quite a lot about himself so far, but he figured Sid had reasonable cause for concern, considering how they had met. He really didn't feel comfortable with the idea of telling Sid that much more about himself just yet, but if that's what it took for the man to let him continue staying with him, he figured that he could do it. After all, this guy obviously had a pretty good job; he probably thought he needed to be careful. "Well, you've told me quite a lot about yourself so far, I guess I really need to let you know more about me." This was a turn that Brendan wasn't expecting. What came next caught him even more off guard. "I'm from Atlanta and I'm here on business... And it has something to do with that guy Adam you've told me about." Brendan got a very worried look on his face and moved back slightly from Sid. "You aren't one of..." Apparently with the way Sid had started struck Brendan the wrong way. "No, no, no... I'm not one of them. Not one of the guys that Adam was in business with," Sid said, correctly guessing what Brendan had assumed he was starting to say. "I'm one of the good guys. I'm a cop. Well, not a cop exactly..." "So what are you then? Some sort of private eye or something?" Brendan asked, suspicious. "No, I'm with the FBI..." Sid let that sink in for just a moment. There was no doubt Brendan was startled. Then he looked tearful. "So you're just using me, right? I'm just some sort of little tool for you, and you get some jollies in the mean time?" Brendan was starting to get upset. Sid surprised himself by his anxiety to avoid causing Brendan pain. "No sweet babe, really, that isn't it at all." Sid got up on his knees and reached out to put his hand on Brendan's leg. He hoped that Brendan was going to understand. "I really do like you, and I want us to stay together. That's why I'm telling you this. I came here to investigate some of the things that happened at Adam's house, and some of the information you've given me is useful. I'm sure there are other things you know about what went on there that will be useful too, but I really think I love you. Please, you have to believe that." Brendan wasn't sure what to think at first. Several thoughts ran through his mind, and as they did he pulled his leg away from Sid. He got up and walked to the far side of the clearing, closer to the woods and away from the beach. Sid watched as the boy paced along the edge of the trees. Finally Brendan stopped, looked back toward Sid and returned to him. Sid remained seated, and looked up at Brendan. "So you aren't here to bust me and my friends, right?" Brendan asked him, thinking in the back of his mind, 'Did he just say he thinks he loves me?' "Absolutely not, remember - I'm with the FBI. I'm not really even after Adam, although we can file federal charges against his business associates if we can find any of them. What really brought me here is a kidnapping investigation." Sid was really going out on a limb telling Brendan all this - if he wouldn't help he had burned his cover, but if he would, then he maybe could get Sid close to other boys that might know something about Andrew Williams. "Kidnapping? Who got kidnapped?" Brendan asked. "He's a boy a couple years younger than you," Sid started. "His name is Andrew, and his parents are pretty worried about him. In fact they are all over my boss's ass about it every day, so he's pressuring all of us to get some useful information about him. We found his fingerprints in the back of Adam's car when we recovered it after he was killed, so he had probably been at the house. I have a picture of him back in the hotel room, maybe you'll recognize him." Brendan was silent for a few minutes, and then he finally told Sid, "The guy who almost got raped here was named Andrew, but his boyfriend and the other guys he was always with called him 'Drew.' Take me back to the hotel. Let me see this kid's picture. If I can help you I will." 'His boyfriend? Now that's interesting.' Sid thought. * * * Mike had slowly worked his cock all the way inside of Tim and was now starting a gentle in and out movement. The Reverend Bartholomew Williams was offering some verbal encouragement and instructions as he watched. Both boys were thinking that this wasn't so bad - not nearly what they had been led to expect by their earlier conversation with Daniel - then they felt pressure on the mattress behind them as he joined them on the bed. Tim dropped his head so he could look between his and Mike's legs and saw the man moving up behind Mike. He was holding his very stiff penis down, as if to aim it as he moved closer to Mike's exposed rear. Mike wanted to look behind him, but couldn't bring himself to do so. The first touch he felt from Bartholomew Williams was when the head of the man's dick rubbed into his crack. Mike felt the cool slipperiness of the man's pre-cum which contrasted sharply with the heat of the man's dick as he rubbed it up and down Mike's crack. Mike tensed at first, clenching his hole as tightly shut as he could manage. Then he recalled how much more painful that would make the impending penetration if what Daniel had told them was true about how insistent the man would be to enter him. As he felt the tip of Reverend Williams' penis touch his hole, Mike pushed back against it and willed himself to open up to admit the man into him. Bartholomew Williams' penis was not particularly big around, but still, it was an adult man's dick that was entering Mike's ass and his hole stretched wide open as the man pressed into him. He didn't try to enter slowly and carefully as Mike had done with Tim though. This caused Mike an excruciating, burning pain as the flared tip of the head slipped through his anal ring. This wasn't the first time Mike had agreed to a trick that required him to take something in his ass. The others had been gentler though. 'No,' he thought, 'gentle isn't the right word. Careful might be more accurate.' Mike's dick came nearly all the way out of Tim as he pushed back against the man behind him. While Reverend Williams was not particularly well endowed girth-wise, he measured in at just over seven inches long. When he bottomed out into Mike, the depth of his penetration caused him more pain, but it drove him forward, all the way back into Tim. Tim let out a startled grunt as Mike's dick made a quick re-entry into his ass. While it had caught him unaware, he had become used to Mike's size and it caused him no real discomfort. From behind him, Tim felt a second pair of hands grip him as Bartholomew Williams reached around Mike to grab him. From that point forward, he was in total control of the rhythm of the sexual encounter going on in the hotel room. Reverend Williams had just completed an outward stroke on Mike when he reached forward and grabbed the bottom most boy by his hips, placing his hands over Mike's. He then made a quick and almost violent thrust forward back into the boy. As usual when he was having one of his little recreational, but very taboo outings, Bartholomew Williams cared nothing for the boys he was with. All he cared for in his meetings with the young hustlers Daniel brought him was pure sexual release and gratification. This was now very apparent to both the boys who were with him. Bartholomew Williams now began a sexual onslaught that neither of the boys was really prepared for. He grunted loudly on each inward and outward motion. The outward strokes pulled Mike with him, out of Tim. Naturally the inward ones pushed him all the way back in as well. In addition to Bartholomew's loud grunts, there were other sounds of sex in the room. Mike and Tim could not help but grunt along with him as the man controlled the movements of their sex. The only other sounds in the room was that of three sets of testicles slapping back and forth as the pounding in the two boy's asses became more frenzied, and the squeaking of the bedsprings. Mike had become used to the man's dick inside him by this point, and the feelings generated as the long member moved against his prostate, fairly brutal though they were, was causing him increasingly pleasurable sensations. From the other end, the warmth of Tim's anal canal surrounding his penis was causing the pleasure center in his brain to go into sensory overload. A few seconds later Tim felt Mike's semen flooding into his bowels. As Mike pumped his load into Tim, his orgasm caused contractions of his anal ring which made the muscle to grip tightly against Bartholomew's shaft and caused him to reach his climax just seconds after Mike had reached his. After he had spent his entire load, Bartholomew leaned forward over the boys for a moment, then raised himself back up and unceremoniously extracted himself from Mike. There was an audible pop as the head of his still erect dick came free of Mike's now somewhat loosened anal ring. While Bartholomew went into the bathroom to get a towel to get cleaned up, Mike started to withdraw from Tim. Tim, who still hadn't reached his climax, but desperately needed release asked him to wait before withdrawing and with Mike lying atop him as he remained on his hands and knees on the bed, Tim reached up and began jacking himself. Bartholomew watched Tim do this as he came back into the bedroom, wiping himself with a towel. Mike reached under Tim, almost unconscious of what he was doing, and brushed Tim's hand away, taking charge of the masturbation. Tim's dick was rock-hard, and as he came, the first shot of his sperm hit him under his chin. The second shot had slightly less force, but hit his chest as there was still a slightly upward angle to his posture, even with the other boy resting limply on top of him, Tim supporting the weight of both of them. The last few spurts of cum simply dripped down below him onto the bedding. Tim collapsed onto the bed as he felt his cock pump twice more, oozing just a little more goop from the tip of his dick. Bartholomew Williams looked down at the towel he had used to wipe the traces of sex from himself. In addition to the remnants of his cum, there were also traces of Mike's blood. Reverend Williams was not unaccustomed to this in his first encounter with a boy. The man had enjoyed fucking the darker boy, and really that's all it was to him - fucking plain and simple - there was no emotion to it for him at all. He was really looking forward to taking the sandy haired boy though. That would happen in a few hours though... As he looked at them lying on the bed, Mike still on top of Tim, Bartholomew Williams compared the contrast in their skin tones. Tim's body had a nice tan, as did Mike's, but his midsection where his shorts had covered him up was very pale. Mike's butt was only slightly lighter than the rest of his body. Reverend Williams' dick was now almost completely flaccid again, so he the bathrobe he had worn to walk from his room to theirs back on and tied the Teri-cloth belt around his waist to hold it closed before leaving to go back to his own room. Just before he allowed the door to close behind him, he turned back to the boys on the bed and said "See you in a few hours. Get yourselves cleaned up and get something to eat from room service. I'll be back after dinner for the next round." * * * Special Agent Richards had been walking back and forth on the boardwalk that ran north and south between the Hilton and the beach. Finally he stopped and sat on a bench facing the hotel. He had been there for a little over an hour, still scanning the crowds of people walking past him. A few times he allowed he eyes to wander up the hotel, wondering as he did where Reverend Williams and his personal assistant, Daniel Simmons were. He didn't have any evidence of any wrong-doing on their parts, so he didn't dare ask the hotel staff about the rooms they had rented, where they were or how long they would be there. He was also partly afraid that if he did, word would somehow get back to them. It was just then that he had an incredible stroke of luck. It was the hair that he noticed first. There were only two men he had ever seen with that sort of plastic looking hair, at least in person. The hair really reminded him of that molded onto the heads of the "G. I. Joe" dolls he had played with as a little boy in the early 1970s. One was a former candidate for President of the United States for whom he had been part of a security detail in cooperation with the Secret Service at a campaign appearance. The other was the Reverend Bartholomew Williams. This particular head of hair was still blacker than it was grey, and Special Agent Richards knew at once that he recognized it. He had apparently come out of one of the three or four southernmost rooms on the ground floor of the hotel and was headed north wearing one of the white robes the hotel supplied in all their rooms. He got up and walked north behind Reverend Williams, who he thought looked sort of flushed in the face as he passed. Much more so than his lower legs especially, which were exposed below the robe's hem and were a milky white color. 'This man really needs to get out in the sun more often,' he thought. As he followed Reverend Williams up the walk outside the hotel, a young man carrying a backpack in each hand knocked into him, which threw him temporarily off balance. The boy was polite enough but looked extremely startled as he excused himself and after he recomposed himself, he continued to hurry down the walk. When Richards looked back to where he had last seen Bartholomew Williams, the man was gone. Special Agent Richards looked behind him just in time to see the boy who had bumped into him with the backpacks enter the last room at the southern end of the hotel. He looked back north once more and decided that Reverend Williams must have gone into one of the three or four rooms at the north end of the hotel. He went back to the beach side of the boardwalk, sat down on a bench and called the agent who was with him to join him in the surveillance. Richards thought it would be better at this point for the other agent to be in direct surveillance and him in the background since he had been in direct contact with the Reverend and the agent with him had not. Richards sat on the bench watching the hotel, still scanning the people walking by on the boardwalk. He couldn't help himself; it had been ingrained in him during his law enforcement training. As he was doing this, during a scan of the southern part of the hotel, he noticed that the door to the last room had opened and the boy who had bumped into him earlier was just sticking his head outside the door looking around, as if to see if someone was watching. He wasn't looking toward the direction where Richards had stationed himself though, so he didn't feel he would be noticed. When the boy was satisfied that whoever he was looking for wasn't there, he tucked his head back into the room for a second, then came out of the room, followed closely by two other boys. All three boys went quickly around the corner of the building and were gone. - - - Jamie saw Reverend Williams come out the door and immediately he headed toward the room. In his hurry, he bumped into a man in a brightly colored shirt. It startled him when he saw that it was the FBI agent he had been concerned about only a few minutes before. He quickly excused himself and hurried toward the room Andrew's father had just left. He knocked quickly and the door opened for him a moment later. He quickly went inside. Once he entered the room, Jamie made an exaggerated sniffing noise and said, "Damn, it sure smells like sex way strong in here. You guys are going to have to tell me what all happened later." He knew what his brother looked like with no clothes on, but he really found Mike's naked body quite stunning. He knew there wasn't time for him to spend ogling the boy, so he handed them their backpacks and told them to hurry and get dressed. Then he noticed a trickle of blood running down the inside of Mike's leg (so much for not ogling). He pointed this out, and Mike made a face. He went into the bathroom to clean himself up. "Just wipe yourself off, we don't have much time. You take a shower when you get back to our room," Tim told him as he grabbed a towel and wiped Mike's semen that was slowly leaking from his own rear. While Mike and Tim finished cleaning themselves up, Jamie retrieved the camera from its hiding place. Then Tim and Mike hurried to dress. After Jamie had checked to make sure the coast was clear and neither Reverend Williams or Daniel Simmons were in sight, the three boys left the room. As they walked along the side of the hotel toward A1A, Jamie told Tim about the FBI agent who was on the boardwalk. The boys started walking north on A1A, and once they reached the north end of the hotel, Tim and Mike crossed the street to head further north toward the little motel where their "base" was. Jamie turned and headed back down the side of the hotel toward the beach to rejoin Andrew. When he got back to Andrew, he learned that Daniel was still in the room with Ben and Josh, which worked to their advantage. The crucial part in their plan was about to happen. When Daniel left the room with Ben and Josh, Jamie had to get in quickly and get them out right away. There was going to be no room for error though, as there was no telling how quickly Daniel would notice the backpacks and the laptop missing from his room. Jamie took the other two backpacks from Andrew and told him to go back to their room at the motel. It was far too dangerous with the FBI agent there for him to keep hanging out by the hotel where they were. Reluctantly, Andrew headed back to meet up with Tim and Mike. Jamie took the two backpacks and headed south along the boardwalk. He wanted to be south of the hotel so he could follow Daniel and get to his friends as fast as possible when the man left their room. * * * Ben leaned back on the bed to watch as Daniel pulled Josh's head down into his lap. Neither Daniel nor Bartholomew thought they should be willing to pay the hustlers they picked up to only watch. If there was to be any viewing without active participation, it was going to be them, not the boys they hired for their weekend's entertainment. Daniel motioned for Ben to lean forward, and when he did, Daniel told him, "I want to watch you rim him while he sucks me. There's no free ride in this deal, you're gonna have to perform while you're here." Ben leaned into Josh, grasping the cheeks of his ass and spreading them apart. Then he started low at the blond boy's perineum and ran his tongue all the way up to the top of his crack. As he did this, when he got to the little pink pucker in the middle he paused for a moment and swirled his tongue around the hole a few times before continuing up the crack. As Ben swirled his tongue around Josh's hole, Josh raised his head up for just a second to moan appreciatively before Daniel pulled his head back down. Once Josh had returned to his sucking, Daniel leaned back and just enjoyed the sensations. Josh had learned a lot during nine months hustling the streets to survive. The boy was very accomplished at the art of fellatio, an act he in fact found pleasurable to perform, though he would have preferred not to have to sell his services. That wasn't his choice though. He needed to survive on the streets, and this was often the only way he could do it. Ben returned to Josh's hole, curled his tongue and did his best to get it inside the blonde boy's ring. Josh pressed back against the tongue that was trying to invade him, and the tip of it managed to slip inside him. The vibrations in Josh's throat from the moaning this brought on was a new sort of pleasure for Daniel, and he felt that he was near to cumming. Daniel was very experienced at knowing when he was on the brink of his orgasm, and just before he reached the point of no return he pushed Josh's head away from him. "Break time guys," he said as he leaned back in his chair. Both boys returned to the bed and lay back against the headboard. The thought running though Josh's mind was that this black haired man, with the pale white skin and not that much older than him, was certainly not completely unattractive. All three of them were hard when Daniel decided to call a break. Josh kept watching Daniel on the chair across from them and reached over to take Ben in hand. He was genuinely very horny and wanted to keep things going. Daniel told him to stop though - he didn't want to let the boys finish before he was ready. Josh didn't want to, and his face showed it, but he pulled his hand away when Daniel told him to. After a few moments, Daniel got up and made them each a drink. He handed the boys theirs before returning to the small bar that was provided in the hotel room to retrieve his own. They sat and sipped on their drinks, exchanging small talk about nothing of consequence. Mainly Daniel asked the boys about their interests and their life on the streets. It seemed almost as if he was expressing genuine concern, so Ben and Josh answered his questions. Unlike his employer, Daniel was not completely uncaring toward the boys they hired. After all, he had been in their place at one time. Ben was not entirely truthful in his answers though as he didn't want to give away the true purpose for his being there. He was most careful to omit any reference to Ashton Hills and the people he had known there - but most especially the events at Adam's house the day of and the day after the party. When they had finished their drinks, Daniel carried their glasses back to the bar and rinsed them in the sink. As he walked back toward the bed, his now flaccid penis and low hanging balls swinging between his legs, he said "Make sure that you either run the dishwasher or have the maid service do it." His fastidious nature about cleanliness was almost equal to that of his employer. Ben and Josh glanced at each other and asked in chorus "Maid service?" Josh went on to finish the thought though, "How are we supposed to let they maid service in here without any clothes to wear?" "I thought I told you - there are robes in the bathroom that the hotel provides. You wear those," Daniel replied. "Yeah, I guess you did," Josh said with a sort of sheepish look on his face. "I'll probably feel a little weird sitting in here watching the maid do the dishes though." "You're going to have to let them in to change the linens and the towels anyway," Daniel told them. "We're going to work up a little sweat and they'll have to be changed daily." Ben and Josh glanced back at each other again, then both looked back to Daniel as he said, "And speaking of working up a sweat..." as he joined them on the bed. Daniel rolled over the top of Ben to sit back against the headboard between the two hired boys. As he did, Ben played his part magnificently and reached up to caress his genitals. Daniel paused, face to face with Ben as he did and looked into the boy's eyes. When he did, Ben gave him back his most innocent look as he gave Daniel's balls a gentle squeeze. Once Daniel was seated between Ben and Josh, he put an arm around each of them and pulled them into him. As if on cue, they each leaned in; Josh attacked Daniel's left nipple with his tongue, while Ben went a little lower and started oral ministrations on Daniel's belly button. After a few minutes, they switched off, Ben moving up to Daniel's right nipple and Josh dropping down to suck Daniel's balls, one at a time into his mouth. It was only a few moments before both Daniel's nipples and dick were equally erect and protruding from his body to their maximum possible extents. Daniel was ready to move on though, and regardless of his empathy for the boys, he pushed Ben down so he could suck his dick while Josh continued to concentrate on his balls. Daniel was pleased when Josh moved down, licking across his perineum, though not lingering there, and began to rim him. Daniel allowed Josh a few minutes of eating his ass before he told him to move over on the bed and work his magic on Ben. "Lube him up good," Daniel told him. "He's going to need it. Then you can go back to work on me again while I fuck him." Daniel felt almost dirty using the cruder term that his employer always did, but he did realize that there was going to be no real emotional attachment for him, just the same as his employer, though not necessarily by his own choice. Josh moved over slightly to comply, and Ben had to roll over a bit to allow him access. Ben still didn't take his lips away from Daniel's cock though. While Ben continued to suck him, Daniel instructed Josh - tongue, finger, more tongue, and then another finger. Soon enough, Daniel was ready to take a turn at Ben. Daniel pulled his dick from Ben's mouth and repositioned himself. Unlike his boss, Daniel worked himself into Ben slowly and carefully, trying not to cause the boy beneath him any pain. Once he was fully inside, he told Josh to return his attention to his hole. Ben had lifted himself up from the bed to allow Daniel easier entry, which also allowed him the opportunity to reach underneath Ben and masturbate him while he started to move gently back and forth in and out of Ben's ass. As their moving, grunting and moaning progressed on the bed, Josh changed position and slowly started to insert his very stiff cock into Daniel. By the time he did, his spit had Daniel's hole well lubricated, and while he thought Daniel might be unaware of his penetration, Daniel was in fact well aware of what was going on, and actually quite receptive to it. Ben came first, starting a chain reaction, and soon, completely spent, all three collapsed onto the bed. Ben, being on the bottom of the pile and resting in his own juices on top of the sheets was certainly the least comfortable of the three. Daniel lay there for a few moments before rolling over, causing his dick to slip from Ben's hole and Josh to roll off his back and out of him as well. Daniel got up from the bed, went to the bathroom and chose a hand towel to clean up before redressing himself to go back to his room. His final admonition to Ben and Josh was much the same as Bartholomew Williams had given to Tim and Mike - "Clean yourselves up guys and get something to eat from room service. Round two will start in a couple hours." Then he left the room. As soon as Daniel had left the room, Josh moved up and started to lick at Ben's hole, catching Ben completely off guard. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked. Josh backed off and said "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I didn't think you'd mind." No sooner had those words left his lips when there was a knock on the door. - - - "Open it," Ben told Josh. When he hesitated, Ben told him again a little more forcefully and Ben complied. As soon as the door was opened, Jamie stepped in and tossed their backpacks on the bed. "Get your shorts on quickly, guys. We don't have much time," Jamie said as he moved to get the camera. "Don't worry about anything else now; we have to get out of here, and we have to get out of here fast!" Jamie's urgency in telling them this caused Ben to forget the bikini underwear he had worn beneath his mesh shorts on the way to the hotel. He just grabbed the shorts since they were the first thing he found and put them on, well aware that they were more revealing than the white Speedos that Andrew had worn back from the beach to the old woman's house on Lora Avenue that afternoon that seemed so long ago now. After all, they were only a very loose mesh material, so much so that they could almost be described as a net, and there was certainly nothing left to the imagination. This time when they left the room, Jamie didn't take the time to look to make sure the coast was clear. As soon as Ben and Josh had their shorts on, Jamie pulled them to the door, opened it and they were out, headed south around the corner of the hotel the same way he had taken Tim and Mike earlier. From this room they had farther to go than the one Jamie had led the others from earlier, thus there was a much greater chance of their being discovered on the way. As they got to the street, Jamie saw Andrew, sitting behind the wheel of the Grand Ville, its engine idling and the convertible top down, waiting for them. Jamie went around, getting into the driver's seat and Andrew slid over to let him behind the wheel. Ben and Josh got quickly into the back of the car through the passenger side door, and they were off north toward their motel room. "You know, it was really very stupid of you to drive the car down here," Jamie told Andrew. "You don't look nearly old enough to have a license, and sitting there on the street waiting like that, you could have really gotten a cop's attention pretty easy." "I got lucky, again," Andrew told him, then grabbed his hand and held it the rest of the way back to their motel. * * * Comments and feedback are welcome and encouraged at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to all answer e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while and I don't promise to answer every one), flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk. If you would like to be notified by e-mail when new chapters of my stories are posted, let me know, and I will add you to my notification list.