Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 01:28:59 -0400
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Trip to Florida 04  (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.

	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.

	This chapter is brought to you by my favorite distillery, which
shall remain nameless here, but is located in a dry county in Tennessee.

	I have also discovered after posting the last chapter that there
actually is a place called `Ocean Walk' in Daytona, Florida.  The place
that I am describing bears no relationship to this actual establishment
(resort), and I had no idea when I wrote the last chapter that I wasn't
really just making up a name.  I sincerely regret the error in my research,
but it's too late to change the name now.

	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 Four

	He didn't really have anything concrete to base his opinion on, but
Special Agent Richards had a hunch that Andrew Williams and the boys he was
traveling with were headed south to some place in Florida.  It was purely a
gut feeling, but there was also a logical basis for it.  The boys had been
headed south already, and to continue to Florida in the summer, where there
would be countless kids their age on the beaches to blend in with seemed
pretty obvious to him really.  He had his team spread thin along the
Eastern Florida coast on the lookout for the boys, all the way from
Jacksonville to Daytona.  He concentrated the majority of his agents around
the revival services Reverend Williams was holding in St. Augustine though.
He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew there was something that just
wasn't quite right about the preacher and his entourage.  He really didn't
expect Andrew to show up and try to make contact with his father though,
and he was quite convinced by now that Andrew had not been kidnapped but
rather had run away from home.  Among other reasons, there had been no
contact or ransom demands from any kidnappers.

	One of the two agents that he had transferred down from the North
Carolina crime scene actually managed to latch onto the preacher's
entourage and got a job working undercover at the revival meeting site.
The other agent would work in the crowds that were expected to be at the
revival meeting.  Special Agent Richards was under pressure from his boss,
and he needed to find something, anything, and soon to get him off his
back.  He hoped that one of his agents would get him some information about
either Andrew or his father very soon.

* * *

	When the boys went out onto the boardwalk that night looking for
the man that would be scouting out the local `talent' for Andrew's father,
they kept Andrew as surrounded as possible.  They needed him with them to
find the man they were looking for, but they also knew that they needed him
not to be recognized if they found him.  What hey didn't know was that it
didn't matter, as Daniel Simmons and his boss were fifty miles or more away
at the time.

	They did ask some of the boys along the boardwalk if they had seen
a man that fit Daniel's description, based on what Andrew had told them.
Finally, they found a boy about their age who said he had seen someone that
looked like that hanging out at a restaurant/bar down the boardwalk not far
from where they were a couple days before.  They quickly headed that
direction.

	As they walked, Andrew told the others that if it was two days
since Daniel had been spotted there, he was probably already gone, having
made his arrangements and there was no need for them to be so protective of
him.  This worked only marginally for Ben and Tim, but he couldn't get
Jamie to leave his side - not that he really wanted him to anyway.

	It wasn't hard to spot the hustlers working the Ocean Walk bar when
the boys got there, and they found several boys who had seen Daniel while
he was there.  One boy told them that a friend of his had picked up a good
gig, probably from the guy they were asking about, that was coming up in a
few days, and had been paid a lot of money for it, in advance, with a
promise of more to come.  When they heard this, they knew they had found
the right place.  The boy they had been talking to told them that his
friend that had been hired for that `job' would probably be back soon, so
they spread out, Jamie still not leaving Andrew's side, and settled in to
await his return.

	Thirty minutes later a cute blonde boy came walking down the
boardwalk toward the Ocean Walk bar.  He looked exactly like the sort of
boy the guy they had talked to earlier had described.  Ben approached him
first as he came down the boardwalk, and he was soon surrounded by the
other boys as well.  He didn't seem at all fazed by the attention.  This is
some cool and sexy kid, thought Andrew, no wonder Simmons had latched on to
him.  After a couple minutes talking to him about the man who had hired his
services, they were certain that he had been hired to have sex with
Andrew's father during his visit to the area.  They convinced the boy, who
told them his name was Josh, to come back with them to their motel and tell
them about the plans he and another boy had made with Daniel.

	"First things first," Josh told the boys after they got back to the
motel room.  "You aren't going to do anything to screw this gig up for me
are you?  Mike and I are getting five hundred bucks each for the three
days, and we really need the money, we have rent to pay."

	"Nope," Ben told him.  "And if you help us out we'll give you each
five hundred too."  Ben probably didn't really need to offer Josh the money
for him and his friend, but he figured that it wouldn't hurt to appeal to
the basic human nature of greed.

	"So when do we get the money?" Josh asked.

	"We can meet you with it later tonight" Ben replied.  He didn't
want to reveal to this boy exactly how much they had.  For one, he thought
that if the young hustler knew how much they had, the price might go up.
There was also the possibility of him breaking in while they were gone and
helping himself.  The motel where they were staying wasn't exactly the sort
that would offer a safe, either in the room or the motel office.

	"Deal," Josh told them.  He then went on to tell them where and
when he and Mike were supposed to meet the man that had hired them, and
that he was supposed to have two more boys with him when they did.

	Tim, Ben, Jamie and Andrew all exchanged glances with each other
when they heard this.

	"Two of us need to be those guys," Ben told him.

	"Okay," Josh said.  "You and you," gesturing toward Ben and Andrew.

	"I will, but he can't," Ben said.  "He's got something else he's
got to be doing."  Ben hoped that Josh would accept his very vague
explanation.

	"Let me do it," Tim spoke up, filling the possible void in the
conversation.

	"Okay, that will work too," Josh said, looking Tim over
appreciatively before shifting his eyes back to Andrew, whom he had been
checking out hungrily most of the time they had been talking in the boys'
motel room.

	The boys arranged to meet Josh and Mike on the boardwalk outside
the Ocean Walk bar at nine that evening, and he left them in the hotel.
When he had gone, Ben went out to the car and got the backpack with the
money in it from the trunk and counted out $1000.00 in twenty dollar bills
to give to Josh and Mike later that evening.  Then he stuck the backpack
between the head of one of the beds and the wall, and pushed the pillows
back to make sure it was completely hidden.  The boys left to check out the
beach some more and get some dinner before they had to meet Josh and Mike.

* * *

	Agent Kilgore got an e-mail back from Special Agent Richards
commending him for the information he had already found, and told him to
keep working to get more.  Sid could tell from the e-mail he got from his
boss that he was excited to have a partial name and a description of one of
the boys that might be traveling with Andrew Williams.  Sid was happy to
continue the assignment looking for more information too - he was hoping to
find one of the young hustlers soon to see if he might be able to learn
something first hand about what had happened at Adam's house.

	He was also tired of jacking off, and wanted some actual physical
contact when he got off for a change.  For now though, he just loaded one
of Adam's videos in his laptop's video player and sat back on the bed as he
watched to stroke himself to climax once again.  The video he was watching
showed two boys by Adam's pool.  A cute shaggy haired brunette boy who
looked about fourteen or fifteen years old was fucking a light-haired boy
who looked about sixteen.  If only he had known that he was watching Andrew
and Jamie perform, it would have made the scene that much hotter for him.
He had thought that Andrew was very cute in the pictures his father had
provided them when he reported the boy missing, but they were school
pictures almost a year old, showing him with a very short haircut and
wearing a school blazer and tie.  Andrew's appearance was sufficiently
changed from the pictures provided by his father that none of the FBI
agents had recognized him in the videos they had recovered from Adam's
home.

	Sid got up and went to the bathroom to shower, washing his cum from
his chest and stomach.  When he got out of the shower, he dried himself and
dressed in a Polo shirt, plaid boxers, khaki shorts and Dockers.  He wanted
to look good when he went to the Oar House that evening, and he thought
that showing off his legs, with their very light covering of blonde hairs
would make him a little more appealing if he found someone that was to his
liking.

	Sid took his rental car and drove the short distance from his hotel
to the bar.  He found the same group of regulars he had talked with the
evening before sitting at the bar, and joined them once again.  As they
talked, Sid noticed a couple boys, about 16 years old hanging out on the
beach a short distance from the bar just off the boardwalk, just sitting
and talking.  He noticed that they looked up toward the bar regularly.

	One of the regulars from the bar nudged him and said, "Looks like
some of the hustlers are finally coming back," and nodded out toward where
the two boys were sitting on the beach.

	"So what's the accepted protocol to start negotiations?" Sid asked.

	"Take the steps down from the back deck to the beach and start
walking toward them.  Don't go over fifty bucks though, you wouldn't want
to drive the prices up," the man told him.

	Sid finished his drink, and then headed out to the bar's back deck
and down to the beach.

* * *


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