Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2006 18:31:43 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Trip to Florida 03  (Sequel to House on Lora Avenue)

	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.

	The chapters in this story will not be posted nearly as quickly as
the previous ones, for a variety of reasons.  Therefore, I ask for your
patience as this story progresses.

	I'd like to thank my friends Mike and Dave for being my proof
readers, editors and spiritual advisors in the writing of this story.
Okay, I'm kidding about the spiritual advisor part, but their comments and
suggestions really helped make this story happen.  I owe them both a big
debt of gratitude, and if you enjoy it, you probably do as well.

	Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged at
t_macd@comcast.net.  I've really enjoyed hearing from everyone who has
written, please keep on letting me know what you do and don't like.

* * *

Trip to Florida Chapter Three

	When the gun that was found at the crime scene didn't match the
caliber of the round Adam had been shot with, Special Agent Richards was
furious.  He needed his team to make a break in the Andrew Williams
kidnapping case, and he needed them to make it quickly.  He was very sick
of the preacher and his entourage making his life a pure hell with their
constant pestering to know how the investigation was going.  He knew that
they had probably hit another dead end with the investigation in North
Carolina for the time being too.  His best hope right now was with what he
could find here in southern Georgia, and that didn't seem at all promising.
He was hoping that one of the agents he had assigned to work the area
around Ashton Hills undercover might turn up one or more of the boys in the
photos or movies they had discovered at Adam's house.

	Special Agent Richards noticed that the entourage Reverend Williams
seemed to have constantly around him had started suddenly to dwindle.  This
was new, as the TV preacher always kept himself surrounded by his
`faithful.'  When he asked Daniel Simmons what was going on, and why the
Reverend's people were leaving, he was told that there was a revival
meeting going on in St. Augustine that Reverend Williams could not possibly
back out of on short notice, but fortunately it was close enough that the
Reverend could make it back if they found any information about his missing
son.  The reverend's personal assistant gave him a business card and asked
that he call the cell phone number that was printed on the card if anything
came up in the investigation.  The FBI agent shook hands with the young man
who was representing the Reverend Williams and bade him good-bye.

	After some careful consideration, and a brain-storming session with
his senior staff, Special Agent Richards decided it was about time that
they closed up the investigation in Titusville.  He knew somehow that they
weren't going to get any farther with his investigation here, so he called
his team together and told them it was time to move on.  His plan was to
send a few people back north to help out in Ashton Hills and to take the
rest with him and follow Reverend Williams to his revival meeting.  He had
a gut feeling that something wasn't right with the reverend and his staff.
He decided that he would pull a couple agents from North Carolina to
replace the two that he was sending up there to look for the boys in Adam's
pictures, so there would be a couple new faces to watch the Reverend
Williams and his staff - and to do it covertly.  He figured the new faces
in North Carolina might help turn some stones up there as well - not to
mention some new faces more probable to make covert surveillance of the
reverend's entourage more effective.

* * *

	Daniel Simmons arrived in Daytona and booked four beachfront rooms
at the Hilton.  He had to pay a premium to get them on the ground floor,
opening directly onto the beach, but it would be worth it.  With the rooms
opening directly onto the boardwalk as they did, there would be no
photographic record of the boys he was going to be getting for the Reverend
Williams to have sex with, nor his bringing them in and out of the hotel.
The Ocean Walk bar was only a few blocks away as well, and Daniel's
checking had found that this was a place that was ripe with young hustlers
working the tourists.  He planned to put two of the hustlers each in two of
the rooms and have the other two for his and his employer's use.  Daniel
had picked up some of his boss's tastes after all.  Daniel had already
picked out two of the four boys he was going to use during the reverend's
visit, and gave them both a fifty dollar "retainer" to make sure they would
still be in the area when he returned, as well as to have a couple other
boys that would meet his and his boss's requirements ready to `audition'
with him when he got back.  The front money he gave them, as well as the
promise of a much larger pay off to come was plenty to ensure that the boys
he had picked out from among the hustlers would be available when he and
the Reverend Williams returned.

	Now that everything was set up for his boss's and his
`entertainment,' he could head back north to attend to his other
administrative duties, the main one of which was to keep up with the FBI
investigation into Andrew's disappearance.  Daniel had of course been told
by the boy's family that it was a kidnapping, but he had his own suspicions
about what really happened to Andrew.  He knew that the boy hadn't been
happy at home, and he suspected that the boy had found out about his
father's taste for young boys.  He only hoped that the reverend hadn't gone
so far as to have sex with his own son.

* * *

	The boys, in the meantime had been enjoying a leisurely drive
through northeast Florida on State Highway A1A which ran the entire length
of the Florida coast.  Around the southern end of St. Augustine they saw
the large tents that were already being set up for Reverend Williams' big
revival meeting the following week.  All four boys were silent as they
drove past the tents, all of them were thinking about the plan that Andrew
had laid out for them, but there was some uneasiness in the car because of
it.

	Andrew's plan called for one of them to get picked up by his
father's `spotter,' and Jamie was the most likely candidate, but Ben might
fit the bill for him as well.  It had been decided amongst them that Jamie
and Ben would work the places where Andrew's father's spotter was likely to
show up, while Andrew and Tim watched for him.

	To help with the plan to trap Andrew's father, they stopped at a
Walgreen's and picked up four pre-paid cell phones so they could keep in
touch with each other while they watched and waited.

	When the boys arrived in Daytona Beach, they checked into one of
the many small motels that wouldn't ask any questions and got a room with
two double beds.  The room they got wasn't great, but it was enough that it
was clean, which was about all that you could really say that was positive
about it.

	They weren't tired from the trip, but paired off and went to bed
anyway - but not for sleep.  Andrew and Jamie both stripped off all their
clothes, pulled back the covers on one of the two beds in their room and
snuggled up together, just enjoying the closeness for a few minutes.  Ben
and Tim on the other hand undressed each other, planting small kisses over
each other's bodies as they did.  When they were both naked, they looked
over at Jamie and Andrew, their attention drawn by the little squeals of
pleasure coming from Andrew.  Andrew was kneeling, with his ass raised up
and Jamie's face buried in it, with his tongue going in and out of Andrew's
hole.  Instead of getting in bed together, Ben and Tim stood and watched
the show going on in front of them, gently rubbing their rapidly hardening
dicks as they did.

	Jamie and Andrew were oblivious to their audience; both were
concentrating on the pleasurable sensations in Andrew's asshole - Jamie on
giving them and Andrew on receiving them.  Andrew was completely hard from
having Jamie eat his asshole, and he was feeling like he was about to let
loose a torrent of cum.  He didn't want to cum yet, but he couldn't tell
Jamie to stop.  In fact, the only noises he was able to make were the
little squeals of delight that were so entertaining to Ben and Tim.
Suddenly, Andrew's dick started to twitch and his cum started to shoot out
of it.  The first blast actually had enough momentum behind it that it
managed to hit his stomach and chest, despite his kneeling position.  After
Andrew finished squirting out his semen, Jamie got back up on his knees and
moved up behind Andrew.  His hole was slick with the spit that Jamie's
tongue had left there, slick enough that Jamie's dick was able to make its
way inside him.  As Jamie moved up to penetrate into his lover, Ben and Tim
finally joined each other on the other bed in the `69' position with Ben on
top and Tim on the bottom.  Both were very hard and leaking pre-cum as they
took each other into their mouths.

	Jamie took Andrew almost savagely; such was his passion for the
boy.  He was taking long, fast strokes in and out of his lover, pulling
nearly the entire length of his dick out of Andrew before plunging back in.
He kept his pace much longer than he thought would be possible, and after
almost ten minutes of frantic thrusting into Andrew, Jamie unleashed a
massive load of semen into Andrew and once again Andrew let out an excited
squeal.  After he finished pumping what he thought must have been a record
load into his lover, both he and Andrew collapsed onto the bed, Jamie's
softening dick still inside Andrew.

	Neither Tim nor Ben was making any noise though - well not outside
of some quiet slurping noises as they gave each other the best oral
pleasure they could manage.  Ben was going all the way down on Tim - going
down so far that he was taking the head of Tim's dick into his throat.  Tim
tried, but still wasn't able to get Ben's entire dick into is mouth; he
hadn't yet mastered his gag reflex.  This didn't matter so much to Ben
though as Tim was a true expert at using his tongue, and right at that
moment Tim's tongue was driving Ben to the height of ecstasy.

	Ben raised his head from Tim's dick for just a moment as he came
into Tim's mouth, but as his orgasm subsided; he lowered his head back down
and took his lover back into his mouth.  Seconds later, he was rewarded
with a thick, creamy snack of his own.  This was a snack that Ben truly
savored.  When Tim had finished cumming, Ben rolled off him, and turned
around to lay with his lover on the bed, their heads next to each other on
the pillow.  Moments later they were joined in their bed by Jamie and
Andrew who had become uncomfortable in the wet, sticky spot that Andrew had
left in the other bed.

	The boys napped quietly for a while, resting up before they would
start cruising the beach looking for the most likely places to find
Andrew's father's spotter later on.  They knew they were going to have to
be careful as they worked the beach looking for the places where the
hustlers hung out.  They needed Andrew to find the spotter, but they also
needed to be sure he wasn't noticed by the man who would be hunting his
father's prey.

* * *

	When FBI Agent Sid Kilgore arrived in North Carolina, having been
sent there by his boss to help with the investigation in Ashton Hills, he
was looking forward to the assignment.  His purpose here was to try to
locate some of the young boys from the pictures which had been found at
Adam's house.  Agent Kilgore was especially looking forward to this
assignment because, unbeknownst to his boss, he was gay and he saw some
potential fun for himself in this mission.  He was the youngest member of
Richards' team at twenty-two years of age, and just out of the FBI Academy
at Quantico.  Richards figured he would be the perfect member of his team
to try to attract some of the boys in the pictures with his young, boyish
face and short, blonde hair.

	Sid sat in his hotel room and went through the pictures and videos
time and time again - not so much to memorize the faces of the boys - he
had committed them to memory the first time he had seen them - the truth
was that he liked what he saw in the images.  Unable to resist any longer,
Agent Kilgore unzipped and lowered his pants as he watched the show on his
laptop, and slowly jacked himself to orgasm.  After he cleaned himself up,
he shut the laptop and went down to his rental car.  He arrived at the Oar
House bar, a few minutes later, went inside and had a seat at the bar.

	Not long after he had arrived, he managed to strike up a
conversation with a few of the other customers.  He didn't try to steer the
conversation at all as he didn't want to raise any suspicions about himself
as an undercover officer.  One of the other customers did remark during the
conversation about the hustlers that had been readily available just
outside the bar until recently.  This gave Sid the opportunity he had been
looking for - "Oh really," he asked the man who had made the comment.
"There used to be a lot of hustlers working around here?"

	"Yes," the man lamented.  "They all suddenly disappeared though
about a week ago.  There was this one really cute dark haired boy with a
nice dark tan, but he left a week or so before all the others.  His name
was Ben, if I remember right..."

	"Yeah," another one of the customers spoke up.  "He was working as
a model sometimes for that guy that got shot is what I heard.  You know,
that's a funny thing, it was right after that guy got shot that they all
vanished.  Makes you wonder if some of them had something to do with that."

	Sid just sat back and listened to the men discuss what had happened
for now.  He had found some information that would appease his boss for a
little while, and he had done it quickly.  Sid sat and quietly sipped a few
more drinks for a little while longer, listening and absorbing as much
information as he could.

	When he finally returned to his hotel room, he composed an e-mail
and sent it off to his boss.  He thought it was better that he made his
report this way than to make a phone call.  First, it gave him a record of
what he reported to his boss, and second it gave him a chance to think
about his answers to any questions his boss might have.

* * *

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