It was Wednesday morning, September 1st, 2004. Labor Day would be the following
Monday and I knew that Florida wouldn't have a vacant hotel room anywhere. The boys were
involved in a Harry Potter movie so I had a chance to work my surprise. I four one oned the
Disney Hotel chain on my cell phone. With my handless headset on the kids couldn't hear me as
I made reservations for the next evening with an expected stay of one week.
I had checked the weather on my laptop earlier but I wanted to double check. I made a
call to the national weather bureau's toll free number. A hurricane named Charlie was a category
four storm on course for the central Florida coast with an expected land fall of Saturday thru
Monday the weekend of the tenth. I planned to be well out of Florida by that weekend. I
wondered if my four little buddies in the back would be safe. They lived clear over in Mobile but
hurricanes have been known to do weird things. Jimmy would be at his grandmother's in
Pensacola about a hundred miles further east. Oh well, there was nothing I could do but pray for
them. For now I was going to give them the trip of their young lives and I was going to be sure
that they enjoyed every dollar I had to help make that a fact.
I drove into the hotel at four pm Thursday afternoon. We had spent time in stop overs at
nearly every white sand beach we came across, which was almost all of them. For kids raised on
the beaches of the Gulf of Mexico, I was surprised at the amount of time they liked to spend in
the water. I let the kids take care of their own sex play with me getting nice creamy deserts from
each of them over and over again. The hotel offered their most sincere apologies. They had over
booked and my reservations could not be honored. Now this is so not like Disney. They offered
to put us into any hotel in the area but I was having second thoughts. I had listened to my three
sex driven teenagers for thirty hours and I was wondering about how sound proof a hotel room
would be. I accepted the hotels offer of free passes to Disney World and Epcot Center and a
coupon for a free stay for four at another time good here or California.
I headed back down the road to some RV parks that I had seen from the freeway. At the
third stop I found exactly what we needed. A parking spot at the very back of the park backing on
the canal. The spaces were extra wide to allow for an awning and a car between each RV. That
gave thirty feet on each side but since we were at the end of a cull-de-sac we ended up with an
additional twelve feet for a drainage trench to the driver's side of the Traveler. That would give
us a little more buffer zone if the people next to us should go to their car in the middle of Jerry's
orgasm. The boy was a screamer.
I backed into the space and set up for a week of sunny Florida. I did notice the sign that
told us to be aware of alligators. The clerk in the office had also warned us about getting to close
to the water's edge. I have not had a lot of experience with this reptile coming from the desert as
I had so I respected the sage advise given.
I realized that we had not stocked the larder. I didn't want to hitch up and go in hunt of a
grocery store. I climbed up on the roof and was looking through my binoculars when the manager
of the park came by in a golf cart. She asked and I told her I was looking for a super market. She
laughed and pointed out that the Piggly Wiggly was right across the highway. I stood there like a
dumb ass and looked through my binoculars. I had my strategy planned. I checked with the
manager and she told me it could be done but to watch for cops.
I climbed down and called the boys. Tim could ride a bike with no problem. Jerry and Jim
were not used to them so I showed them how to drive the ATVs then I showed Tim the gears on
the trail bike. I mounted the other trail bike and we headed up to the wide boulevard. I looked
both ways through the binoculars and we made a mad dash across the eight lanes plus wide
median to the parking lot of the strip shopping center and Piggly Wiggly.
I had not been in a Piggly Wiggly in several years and I kind of giggled at the name. The
boys were from the south and had grown up with the large grocery store chain. I stocked up on
soda and chips. I got sandwich meat and soups. I knew that boys of this ilk would live on junk
food. At least soup could give them some vegetables for their growing bodies. I found some
really nice porter house steaks and grabbed four large potatoes. Of course sour cream and butter,
and anything else I could find to doctor a good baked potato. I found the fixings for a salad and
checked out of the store.
I loaded the food into baskets on the back of the ATVs and we headed back to traveler.
We saw a cheap movie that was showing Lord of the Rings, Return of the King. The boys had not
seen it. I told them that I had it on DVD or we could come over and see it on the big screen after
we parked the vehicles. They realized that there was no way to secure our transportation so
decided on the DVD. Tim mentioned that watching the DVD meant that he could cuddle up
naked with Jerry. That cinched it. It was hard to keep them under control as we crossed the busy
street again.
The boys were locked into movie mode. I would not be able to get a rise out with
anything short of a super piece of meat. My meat would get plenty of attention later so I decided
on the porter house steaks, the smallest at twenty three ounces and the larger a shade under
twenty six ounces, about a quarter of what I figured my erect cock might weigh. I fired up the big
charcoaler at the parking spot. I threw the potatoes into the microwave then tossed a salad as the
steaks laid on the fire burning themselves to a nice pink inside. I had to threaten to feed the boy's
meat to the 'gators' if they didn't get to the table. Not sure as to which meat I was referring they
each grabbed their balls and covered themselves with shorts and tees before filing outside. We
ate under the roll out awning attached to the side of Traveler. We had to drop the screen surround
because of the mosquitos. It was still pleasant to sit outside to eat.
The sun was just tipping the tops of the trees as I finished washing the dinner dishes.
Three naked and boned boys stood leering at me. Knowing when I was bested I took off my short
little apron revealing my rising cock and headed for my bed where I was immediately covered in
boy flesh with lots of licking tongues and dripping cocks.
The four of us had sex with each of the others in pairs and groups. We wore each other
out. By ten o'clock we were asleep in a tangle of limbs but totally comfortable. Throughout the
night I had my cock sucked by one or another of the boys. I got a good load out of them also. I
can't think of anything more enjoyable than multiple hot boys in a bed with no inhibitions.
At eight thirty we were dressed and waiting at the park's office for the free shuttle to the
various parks. The mini-bus rolled in within minutes and we embarked on a day's adventure the
likes none of us had ever encountered. The shuttle picked us up at ten thirty and returned us to
our park. Four ragged and bedraggle sex fiends accompanied the others as we disembarked our
carriage and trooped up the street to our RV out in the most remote part of the park.
A quick shower and a tired crawl to the bed was all anyone could manage. The snoring
started before the last body piled into the softness and company of my big bed. I didn't feel any
movement at all throughout the night. The sun was shining bright when I was awakened by Jerry
deep throating me. I looked at the clock and told everyone that we had twenty minutes before the
shuttle if we wanted to do another park today.
Ass holes were presented as everyone bent over trying to find his shoes and get his pants
on then we were out of the door on another full day of excitement meant to leave the heart
pumping and wallets drained.
All in all I think that the boys had the most fun they had ever had. They went to Sea
World, Universal Studios, Epcot Center, Kennedy Space Center. But the highlight of it all, for all
of us, had to be Disney World. We made a second trip to the park and closed it up on the last
night. I drove Traveler over so that we could stay late. We were literally swept away. The
cleanup crew was right behind us, sweeping the streets as we made our way up the long
boulevard to Traveler. We were so tired that we just crawled in and crashed. I knew I had to
move but I sat down and put my feet up. I was awakened by security banging on the door. I drove
out of the park and back to our little hideaway by the canal.
We all slept in the next morning. I was paid up until eleven and I was going to get every
minute of it that I could. At eleven sharp I fired my glow coils and turned the big diesel's pistons.
The motor roared to life and we moved to the street and out of the area. Traffic was heavy as the
more intelligent citizens made their way north ahead of the advancing hurricane.
A hundred, a hundred and twenty miles later we were west bound on I 10. I found a truck
stop and pulled in. I was dogged. I crawled up on the bed where three naked boys were dead to
the world. I was asleep in no time.
The boys were great. They let me sleep for about three hours. Their tummies were empty
and they needed sustenance. I found myself a bit hollow also. We dressed in our typical uniform,
shorts, tees, and sneakers, no underwear, no socks, then headed for the feeding trough. Look, the
only reason this story is here for you to read is because I am a lech, right? So let me tell you that
there is no finer sight on this planet than a trim little bubble butt in extra tight nylon jogger type
shorts, unless it is to get around in front and watch the precious lithe package bounce in all
directions. I would really like to conceive of a way that I could walk backwards so that I could
perv on the beauty on display, forever. The fare at this particular truck stop was not that great but
we found enough to make it through the night. I was awake and decided to get on away from the
exodus from the south and drove on to Pensacola.
Jim's grandmother was not back so I headed on westward to Mobile. I pulled into the
truck stop where Jerry worked and we had an all night orgy. The boys knew that this was our last
time together and wanted to make the best of it. I didn't want to let them go, knowing what they
were in for. They were resolved to their fate and assured me that it had been worth it. We had
breakfast at the huge buffet and kissed the boys good bye. Jim and I hugged each other as we
watched them get on their bikes that they had locked up in the storage room, and ride away. I
think that he was more sad to see them go than I was.
We spent the day just puttering around then I decided to get Jim away from there. I
headed back to Pensacola. There was a car in his grandmother's driveway. I pulled around the
corner and let him walk back. I was where I could watch him as he walked away. My heart was
breaking. I had let myself become attached to all three of these boys and I was having to pay for
it with a heavy emptiness. Jim walked inside and I climbed back behind the wheel and pulled
Traveler on up the road and out of the state of Florida.
Well! What is Chris going to do? He has two wonderful teenage boys that love
him and really need him waiting at home. He's in harms way, running ahead of the
worst hurricane to come along in centuries. He has just left three youngsters that
he had grown attached to. And how about Jerry and Tim, are they going to be
safe? What will Chris do? What should he do? What do you think? Does he keep
looking for that perfect boy with the world's sweetest dick or should he rethink
this whole trip? I'll let you know what is on the minds of my readers before the
next chapter begins Maybe I will have to do a rewrite.
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