Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2006 11:21:57 -0500
From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net>
Subject: Trip To Florida 07

This is the seventh chapter of 'Trip To Florida,' the sequel to 'House on Lora
Avenue' which is posted in the High School section.

Thank you for your consideration.

	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.

	It's been so long since I managed to finish a chapter that I have
decided to give you all a little bonus in this chapter... the recipe for my
favorite home made Bloody Mary mix, and if you've read Mike Arram's story,
'Henry in Finkle Road' you may have some idea just what those can inspire.
If you haven't, look for it in the High School section of the Nifty Archive
or at http://www.iomfats.org/storyshelf/hosted/arram (the latter may be
easier to find).

	All rights are reserved, do not modify or redistribute this text
without my express written consent, or the fleas of a thousand Arabian
camels may infest your armpits.

	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 Seven

	Sid pulled Brendan up from the bed and led him by the hand into the
bathroom.  He was still amazed by the absolute beauty of the boy, and drank
in the deliciousness of him as they waited for the water in the shower to
get hot.  As he studied Brendan's naked body, Sid began to get hard once
again.  Absentmindedly, he began rubbing himself, from the bottom of his
nearly hairless balls, all the way up his shaft to the tip and back down
again.  This added stimulation had his dick standing tall and hard enough
to cut diamonds again in mere moments.

	Brendan reached out, saying "Here, let me do that for you."  Sid
was happy to oblige the boy, but after a few strokes pulled him into the
shower and under the steamy water.  The pair washed each other lovingly,
and oddly enough, not even in a sexual way.  Sid took the lead, first
soaping up Brendan's front with a wash-cloth, and then turning him around
to do his back side.  He did pay special attention to Brendan's ass as he
washed him, but that was only to clean away the residue of their earlier
sex that was now leaking from Brendan.

	When he had finished soaping Brendan up, Sid pulled the detachable
showerhead down, and rinsed off his body, again paying special attention to
Brendan's butt.  Now it was Brendan's turn to wash Sid.  He repeated Sid's
actions, washing him as tenderly and gently as Sid had done to him moments
before.

	They finished their shower and dried each other before going back
into the bedroom; they used the wall-mounted hotel hair drier and Sid's
hairbrush to dry each other's hair.  Brendan even gave the brush a couple
slow strokes through Sid's trimmed, blonde pubic hairs, though his own had
been trimmed too closely for Sid to be able to return the favor.

	When they returned to the bedroom, they fell with each other into
the bed and lay, just cuddling and caressing each other for a while...

* * *

	Daniel and the Reverend Williams got into Daytona on I-95 and took
International Speedway Blvd. east toward the beach.  It dead-ended back
into A1A just a few blocks from the Hilton where they would be staying for
the weekend.  Daniel swung the big car left onto A1A and in a few moments
they were pulling into the valet parking at the front of one of the largest
hotels at the beach.  This and the fact that Daniel had made the room
reservations under his name instead of the Reverend's or the 'church' would
help guarantee their anonymity.  Daniel checked them into their rooms, and
arranged to have their bags delivered while they went into the hotel
restaurant to get a quick bite to eat and a couple drinks.

	Three vodka martinis and an order of calamari later, Reverend
Williams was ready to go to his room to relax before the boys Daniel had
hired showed up.  He stripped down to his boxers and lay down on the bed to
take a nap.

	Daniel had some business to take care of while his boss was napping
and before he had to meet the boys he had hired as this weekend's
entertainment, which would be in a scant few hours.  He set up his laptop
on the desk in his hotel room and got online.  He was glad to see that he
could use a hard-wired line instead of having to use a wireless connection
because he had to perform a few wire transfers to move some of the money
the 'faithful' were constantly donating to the Reverend Williams'
organization to their various offshore accounts and he didn't like the idea
of using a wireless connection without encryption to do this.  Sure, the
'church' was tax-exempt because of its non-profit status, but it still
wouldn't do to have the true wealth of the organization ever to become
public, and keeping all the money in American banks could cause just that
to happen.  Daniel had often marveled at the creative ways that Reverend
Williams had found to keep his true worth a secret, and this was just one
of them.

	After he had transferred just over six million dollars into three
separate accounts in three different banks on the small island nation of
Aruba, he went to the mini-bar and fixed himself a Jack Daniels and Coke.
He looked briefly at the price card, wondering how the hotel would charge
$4.50 for a drink in their lobby bar that had at least twice the liquor in
it, but could get away with charging $8.00 for a single shot out of the in
room bar.  'No matter,' he thought, 'it's on the expense account anyway.'

	There was still just over an hour left before he had to get ready
to take the short walk to the place outside the bar where he had arranged
to meet up with Mike, Josh and the two other boys they had agreed to have
there for him.  As he sat sipping his drink, he thought about how
absolutely gorgeous the two boys were and lightly stroked himself through
the fabric of the grey silk boxer shorts he was wearing.  He was hard in
very little time at all from the images running through his mind, but
wasn't going to bring himself to climax just yet.  He wanted to save
himself for the boys he knew he would have with him later this evening.

* * *

	After all the boys had showered and dressed, they headed down the
street to get a good, hearty meal before they met Daniel at the Ocean Walk
bar.  Ben and Tim had each packed a couple days worth of changes of clothes
into backpacks for the weekend, and carried these with them when they left.
Andrew was carrying a backpack with him as well, but his contained a high
resolution digital camera and one of the small video cameras they had taken
from Adam's house.  All the boys were dressed similarly in tank-top or
muscle-tee shirts, shorts and sneakers.  Their attire was meant to make
them blend in with the other teens that were all over the ocean-front area,
and it did this very nicely.  Ben's shorts called a little more attention
to him though, as they were a loose, see-through, black mesh material that
showed off the black bikini underwear he had on under them, underwear so
small and skimpy that they did little to hide what was inside.  He managed
to turn the heads of several girls and boys alike as they walked down the
crowded sidewalks.

	Finally the appointed time came, and the boys split up.  Ben and
Tim went with Mike and Josh to the Ocean Walk to wait for Daniel, while
Andrew and Jamie circled around to watch from a safe distance.  The plan
was for them to follow Daniel and the other boys when they went back to
wherever Daniel was putting them up for the weekend.

	Tim was a bit apprehensive about what would happen during the
weekend, as he had never been a 'rent boy' before this.  Ben, being more
seasoned in this area tried to sooth his nerves as best he could - "Look
dude," he said, "there's nothing to it.  Most of the time they'll just want
a blow job, and cum on your face instead of in your mouth.  I don't know
what it is, but for some reason these old guys seem to get off on that."

	"But what if they want us to do more than that?  Like butt-sex, or
swallow their goop?" Tim asked.

	"Yeah, well that happens, it's usually not too bad though," Ben
told him.  "What you do is just close your eyes and think about someone you
like, pretend it's him doing you instead."  What Ben didn't tell Tim though
was that this didn't always work, in fact it actually never had been
successful for him, but he felt that he needed to say something to reassure
his boyfriend about what they were about to do.

	The boys didn't have to wait long on the bench outside the bar
before they saw Daniel walking toward them on the boardwalk.  When Daniel
approached them, Mike and Josh introduced them to him as the other two boys
who were to spend the weekend with him and his boss.

	"Did they tell you how this is going to work?" Daniel asked.

	Ben and Tim shook their heads, and said "No, not exactly."  They
wanted to hear the words from Daniel's own mouth, but more importantly it
was for the small micro-cassette tape recorder that was concealed in Ben's
backpack.  From a short distance away, Andrew took the digital camera from
his backpack and started snapping pictures of the boys talking with Daniel
to go along with the audio tape.

	Daniel explained how the weekend was going to work to them.  "You
get five hundred a piece for the weekend, plus I pay for the hotel room.
You order off the room service menu and bill that to the room as well.  You
are to be in the room and available for me or my friend whenever we want to
join you for a little, um, 'fun.'  That means you stay in your rooms at all
times for the entire weekend.  You'll be paired up, two to a room and we
may want to shuffle who's staying in what room as we go.  Is that okay with
both of you?"  Daniel was having a hard time as they talked looking
anywhere but at Ben's equipment, prominently on display as it was.  He felt
himself hardening in his pants as they were talking.  He really wanted this
kid naked and beneath him badly.  He knew also that the Reverend Williams
would find Ben particularly to his liking, but he was determined to have
the first shot at him.

	"Sure," both Ben and Tim responded.  "Five hundred bucks is five
hundred bucks," Tim added.  He knew that he and Ben didn't need the money
from Daniel, but certainly wanted the man to think they did.

	"One other thing," Daniel added.  "You do anything we want, right?
No questions asked.  We say it, you do it."

	Ben answered for both of them: "Sure, like he said, five hundred is
five hundred.  Plus room and board, that makes the deal even sweeter.
Hell, you can even tie me up for that."

	Ben had said that last part almost jokingly, not expecting Daniel's
response...  "We probably will at some point, so it's good to know you're
okay with that."  The boys could all tell that Daniel's response to what
Ben had said was completely serious.  At this, Mike and Josh exchanged
nervous looks.  They knew they were expected to do whatever Daniel and
whomever he was bringing with him wanted, but they hadn't counted on
something like getting tied up.  They might be street hustlers, but they
certainly weren't seasoned professionals, and they weren't at all into
kinky stuff.  Daniel picked up on this and added, "Don't worry guys;
nothing will cause you any kind of permanent damage, although there may be
a little brief pain involved.  And you won't be left tied up when we're
finished either."  He knew from his own personal experience that his boss
could get a little rough from time to time, in that when he made his anal
entry into a boy, he often made it hard and fast.  In this, he wasn't going
to lie to the boys and tell them that nothing would be done that would hurt
them at all.

	The boys all silently nodded their agreement and followed Daniel as
he led them back up the boardwalk toward the hotel.  There were a lot of
people out in the early evening hours, which made it difficult for Jamie
and Andrew to follow the other group walking ahead of them.  They did have
the disposable, pre-paid cell phones they had bought for emergencies along
with them though in case they became separated or something else happened.

	They were nearing the northernmost end of the boardwalk, where
there was a large amphitheater at the end of a large plaza when Daniel
stopped, looked around and led the boys up onto the patio of the hotel.
There were several rooms that opened onto the patio facing the beach, and
Daniel opened the two southernmost rooms with electronic card keys to let
the boys inside.  He surprised the boys by splitting up the seemingly
pre-established pairs though, with Mike and Tim ending up in one room and
Josh and Ben in the other.  When Daniel dropped the boys off at the rooms,
he did not leave them the keys to the rooms and told them that they should
go ahead and get undressed.  They were expected to dress in nothing more
than the soft, white, Teri Cloth robes they would find in their rooms for
the entire weekend, even if they were going out on the public sidewalk to
exchange rooms when it was time for them to do that.  He then told them
they would start earning their money shortly, hung 'Do Not Disturb' signs
on the outside of their doors and headed back to his boss's room to let him
know the boys were ready.

	Once Andrew and Jamie saw Daniel leave the boys in their rooms,
Andrew called Ben's cell phone.  Ben filled him in as quickly as possible
on what was expected of them over the weekend.  None of the boys had
expected that they were to be confined to the motel rooms the entire time.
It would have played into the boys' plan better if the two pairs of boys
had not been split up, but this was not insurmountable.  In fact, as Andrew
thought about it after his conversation with Ben, he realized that it could
easily work to their advantage.  He filled Jamie in quickly on how they
were going to have to modify their plan, and then Jamie dropped a small
package off with Ben before jogging back to their motel room for the rest
of what they were going to need.  While he was gone, Andrew kept a watch
out from the edge of the amphitheater, which gave him a good view of all
the rooms facing the beach on the boardwalk level.  They had seen Daniel go
into one of the northernmost rooms after he let the other boys into the
rooms they would be staying in, and he guessed, correctly as it would turn
out, that his father was in one of the two rooms next to Daniel's.  Andrew
stared at the hotel windows, behind one of which was his father.  If Andrew
hadn't filled him and the others in previously about catching his father
having sex with other boys near his own age, Jamie would have wondered why
Andrew was out to get his father so badly.

* * *

	It wasn't what either of them expected or intended, but Sid and
Brendan fell asleep in each other's arms as they lay on the bed after their
shower anyway.  They had both been exhausted by their sexual workout
earlier, and while the shower had invigorated them slightly, they were soon
overcome by sleep.  Fortunately, Sid was a habitual early riser and got up
just after seven o'clock simply because of his internal alarm.  He moved
the 'Do Not Disturb' sign to the outside of the door on his way into the
bathroom.  It certainly wouldn't do to have the hotel housekeeping staff
let themselves in and find him in bed, naked with this lovely young boy.

	Having just showered a few hours earlier, he didn't feel that it
was necessary to do this again, but he still needed to use the toilet and
shave.  When he was done, he found Brendan awake, and sitting up on the
bed.  Ever the randy teen, Brendan was hard again, and stroking himself.
Sid took a running leap and landed on the bed next to Brendan.  After a
quick kiss, Sid slid down and took Brendan's rock hard penis into his
mouth.  He ran his tongue around the tip, concentrating on the end of
Brendan's foreskin, and managed to slip the tip of his tongue in between it
and the shaft a few times.  This attention got to Brendan in a hurry, and
he felt his cum rising up quickly within him.  He tried to say something to
let Sid know his mouth was about to be filled with his juices, but all his
vocal chords managed to produce was a few little gurgling noises.  Sid
needed no warning though, he was able to tell that his young lover was
about to blow from the reactions of the boy's body to the stimulation he
was getting from Sid's tongue.

	Brendan fired off five shots into Sid's mouth, most of which he
swallowed readily, but he saved the last little bit, holding it in his
mouth as he moved up to kiss Brendan.  Although it was Brendan who first
went to push his tongue into the other's mouth, he was a bit surprised to
be rewarded or this by having Sid let the last of the gooey liquid run back
into his mouth.  He didn't think it was particularly unpleasant, just a
little weird.

	Brendan reached down and found Sid's stiff penis, and after rubbing
it up and down a few times, went down to return the favor as they had
agreed they would do when they struck their bargain the night before.
Sid's age gave him a bit more stamina than Brendan, although he did not
recharge as quickly, and after nearly twenty minutes of oral ministrations
from Brendan, he was on the edge, but still had not cum.  Brendan was
getting tired and his jaw a little sore from the workout when he finally
felt Sid began to tense up.  He took this as a signal to speed things up,
and moved up so his mouth was just covering the tip of Sid's dick and began
to jack the shaft vigorously with his right hand while probing Sid's
asshole with the index finger of his left.  He flicked the tip of his
tongue quickly back and forth across the tip of Sid's dick as he jacked the
shaft, which on the sensitive, circumcised head really intensified Sid's
gratification.  Sid only shot four medium sized shots of cum into Brendan's
mouth.  Brendan thought about swallowing it, but decided fair was fair, and
held it all in his mouth as he moved back up and shared it with Sid in the
midst of another deep kiss.

	After a few minutes of kissing and snuggling together on the bed,
Sid got up from the bed and walked over to the small bar that he had set up
in the hotel room's kitchenette.  He opened the refrigerator and started
mixing up a Bloody Mary from scratch rather than using a pre-made mix.  "Do
you want anything?" he asked Brendan.

	"Sure, I'll take one of those too."

	"Um, you're a little young for a Bloody Mary, don't you think?" Sid
asked him, not even realizing how foolish it sounded that he would have sex
with an underage boy and then be reluctant to give him an alcoholic drink.

	Brendan walked up behind Sid in the little kitchen and pressed
himself into Sid's back, wrapping his arms around Sid's waist and hugging
him from behind.  "I've drunk liquor before," Brendan told him, "and
besides, I'm old enough for you to rent out for the night for sex, so I
ought to be old enough to have a drink with you."

	"Yeah, that did sound a little stupid didn't it?" Sid responded.
"Do you like them spicy?" he asked.

	"I don't know really, I've never tried one of those before.  Just
make mine like yours," Brendan told him.

	"Okay then, spicy it is," Sid said as he added a generous dollop of
horseradish to Brendan's glass as he began to mix the boy's drink.  He made
Brendan's drink just like his own, in a tall glass with nearly three full
ounces of Stolichnaya vodka and his special homemade mix, starting with
spicy V8 juice, then adding plenty of horseradish, Worcestershire Sauce,
pepper, a dash of pickle juice and the tiniest drop of Endorphin Rush hot
sauce, then he finished it off with a celery stalk.  He watched as Brendan
took his first sip of the drink, and saw that the boy wasn't expecting
quite the kick that the drink carried, both from the alcohol and the
spiciness.

	They each put on a fresh set of Sid's boxers and took their drinks
out onto the small balcony, high over the street below them.  They sat in
the two wrought iron chairs the hotel had put there, which were separated
by a small wrought iron table with a glass top.  Since it was almost eight
thirty by this time, Sid asked Brendan what he thought he might want for
breakfast.  After only the briefest thought, Brendan came back with "Bacon
and eggs, over medium, white toast, sausage links, home fries and another
one of these, only not so spicy."

	"Deal," Sid told him.  'This boy really does have a healthy
appetite,' he thought to himself.  "Let's finish these off and I'll call
room service."

	Sid and Brendan sat on the balcony talking for a while and Sid
thought maybe he should try to get a little information from the boy.  He
asked him some general questions about himself, and then finally asked how
long he had been out on the street hustling.

	"About six months," Brendan told him.  "My dad found out I'm gay
and kicked me out.  He told me that no son of his was going to be a queer
and live in his house.  So he put me out on the street with what I could
carry in my backpack and I've been on my own ever since."

	"It must be tough making ends meet sometimes," Sid suggested.

	"Yeah, it is.  There used to be a guy here that would pay to let
him take pictures of you, and maybe with some other guys fooling around.
He got killed not long ago though."  This was headed right where Sid wanted
it to go, not only had he had a great night (and morning) of sex with this
beautiful boy, the conversation had just turned to where he may be able to
get some more information for his boss about the killings at Adam's house
and also possibly the preacher's missing son.

	"Really, what happened?" Sid asked.

	Brendan was silent for a moment, considering what he was going to
say before he spoke.  Sid picked up on this and made a mental note about
it.  "Well, this is only what I heard, I wasn't there, okay?"  Sid was sure
from the way he said this that he probably was, but he wasn't going to
press that issue just yet.

	Brendan set his glass down on the table and continued, "There was
this big party, and he had a lot of guys come over that had done films for
him.  Like I said though, I wasn't there this time.  He had a bunch of guys
there that he sold those pictures and videos to, like the head dudes and it
turned out that it was supposed to be a big sex party for them or
something."

	"Yeah, you mean like for the stars of the movies to meet the
executives?" Sid asked, wanting to keep Brendan going.

	"More like for them to meet the stars," Brendan started.  "...And
fuck them," he finished.

	Brendan had sort of a sad look on his face, and it concerned Sid
just a little.  He too put his glass down and placed his hand onto
Brendan's thigh, as a comforting gesture though, rather than a sexual one.

	Brendan started to sob at that point, and Sid could see a tear
running down his cheek.  "They drugged uh... them with something in our
drinks, and then they raped uh... all of them while they filmed it,"
Brendan told him.  "And they killed Bobby.  He bled so much from what they
did to his ass that he died."  Brendan was crying fully now.

	Sid stood, pulling Brendan up with him as he did and hugged him
tightly, again trying to be comforting.  He had caught the two times that
Brendan had almost said "us" and now knew for sure, rather than just
suspected that Brendan had been present at the 'party.'

* * *

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