Prologue

"Hi, my name is Walt and I am addicted to everything Disney. It has been six months since my last trip to 'The World' and I am about to press Send on the online booking website for another trip … right about …. Now! Too late, I am hopeless and no 12-step plan is ever going to help me!"

***

Yes, it is true … my name is, in fact, Walt. My mother was a Disney nut too and, much to my father's chagrin, managed to give me the name Walter Orlando Furman. Today, I am 45 years old, having been born on October 1, 1971… you guessed it, the day Walt Disney World opened in Florida. My mother insists that she held off labor for 3 days to make sure my birth coincided with that of 'The World.'

I am an average middle-class family man. In fact, I am a leader in my community, happily married with three children, two cats and a dog. It is just that in addition to all of that, I am also a 100% certified Disney nerd; according to my kids, that is. I love all things Disney, especially the theme parks.

I am a white, heterosexual male in excellent health and, if I may say so, handsome. My only truly distinctive feature is that I stopped growing at 14-years-old and, as a result, I am a short man standing at 5' 4" [162 cm] and weighing in at 114 lbs. [52 kg]. I have sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, an Adonis, or super human in any way.

Despite my vertical challenges, I have a great life, great marriage, amazing kids, and lots of money; in short, we are living the American Dream. Professionally, I am a lawyer and I practice in a wide range of disciplines but my favorite area is adoptions (Family law).

As an interesting side note, because of my stature, I am still asked for proof of age when I go out for the occasional drink. Personally, I do not see it, but everyone tells me I still look like a kid. How somebody can mistake a 45-year-old man to be under 21 leaves me worrying about the state of the optometry profession.

In addition to my Disney obsession, I seem to be a magnet for young boys – mostly in the 9-14 age range. It is almost as if they are drawn to me by some supernatural force. I have spent years trying to figure it out and I have two working theories. Perhaps my size and the fact I appear to be a kid may look, to them, as if I am just another friendly kid to hang out with. It could also be that I appear to be a safe male adult to befriend for boys lacking parental support, affection, physical connection, and somebody to love them for who they are. Sadly, in my professional and volunteer work, I see many kids who are simply abandoned, not just physically, but also emotionally, by parents who go through all the motions, but have no capacity or interest to show love or affection for their children; so I tend to believe this is the most likely theory.

One of my greatest qualities, other than my dashing good looks and humility, is that I am not the least bit shy, I think they call it being an A-type personality. I am super positive and I love people. Everyone just instantly warms up to me, especially boys. My wife says I am like the pied piper for little boys.

As a matter of pride (or perhaps a matter of freakishness), I have been at a Disney park somewhere in the world every year of my life so far.This all started on the third day of my life when my mom and dad packed newborn Walt into the family car and took a road trip from Lansing Michigan to the days old, the Magic Kingdom in Florida. During that trip, my mom managed to get a local pastor to come to the park to baptize me from the waters of the moat that surrounds the castle.

Obviously, I do not remember this, but there is a super 8 film of the experience; including the altercation with Disney security. The officer seemed concerned about the unauthorized impromptu ceremony. My folks tell me that guard ended up being a witness and even cried at the little ceremony. Every year my folks made sure that I, and later my sister, got properly exposed to the Disney culture at either the Florida or California parks.

Chapter 1

As many times as I have been to Walt Disney World, the one thing I have never done yet is to stay at the iconic Contemporary Resort. If you haven't been and have only seen pictures, commercials or somebody's home video, then there is no doubt you have seen this hotel. It is shaped like a big A and has the monorail run through the middle. It is within walking distance of The Magic Kingdom, and it is truly a marvel.

(Fun fact about the Contemporary – On November 17, 1973, President Richard Nixon gave his famous "I am not a crook" speech at the Contemporary.)

Alicia and I had planned an alone time trip to Disney World while her folks watched the kids back home. It was to be a short, luxurious, and romantic get-a-way in our happy place and, the joy of joys, we were staying in a theme park view suite at the Contemporary. We were all packed and ready to go when Randy, our actor son, got a last-minute booking for a commercial shoot in New York City. We discussed rescheduling our Disney trip but found out it was too late to cancel or reschedule, and we were paying whether we were there or not.

The studios only pay expenses for one parent to accompany child actors and it is usually me, but Alicia knew how badly I wanted to go on this trip to the Contemporary so she offered to travel and be stage mom with Randy while I would go on my own to Walt Disney World. The reality is that traveling with Randy on his acting jobs is capital B boring for the parent, as parents are required to stay on set whenever he is on set. They are long days and not at all relaxing so even if we had both gone with the boy, one of us would have been alone most of the time anyway as it is one parent per child actor on set.

Travel day came and we said our goodbyes to Aaron and Julia, who were staying back with their grandparents and the three of us headed to the airport but would take separate flights – Randy and Alicia to New York and me to Orlando for three days of intense Disney touring time. My goal: the seven gate challenge; to visit the four theme parks, both water parks, and Downtown Disney all in three days. It was a tough assignment, but I was up to the task!

I boarded my Southwest Airlines 737 and had an awesome seat right at the front of the plane. I was all settled in for the two-hour flight that would arrive at 8:45 AM at MCO (we Disney Nerds like to show off and use airport codes – MCO is the IATA code for Orlando International Airport). My day was starting off awesome as both seats beside me were empty. A very good omen for the start of a trip.

Just as the doors closed, the flight attendants got a radio call to reopen the doors for some late arrivals. In bounded a family of three – two adults, one boy, likely 12 years of age. They were told that only single seats remained and all three would have to sit in various locations in the 737. They put up a bit of a fuss, and I could see the look of horror on their son's face as the mother loudly proclaimed that her son could not sit alone with people they don't know because they could be child molesters!

I am a kind man, but more than that, I wanted this drama that was unfolding inches away from me, to end. "Excuse me, actually these two seats are open," I spoke up. I figured the mom and son could sit here and dad could sit alone for the short flight. Besides, bonus… the boy was super cute.

"Oh, that is so nice of you. But could I ask you one teensy little favor; could we have all three seats? You see, this good-looking man and I just got married, and this trip is our honeymoon … we cannot bear to be apart," the mom said.

I did not want to move. I had a window seat in the first row! Nobody in front of me and legroom to spare. However, it was just two hours.

"Sure. Why not. That's fine," I replied less than enthusiastically.

As I got up and retrieved my carry-on bag from the overhead bin, the Flight Attendant announced my kindness over the PA, and the entire plane cheered as I walked back looking for a seat. There were about six single seats, five of them were center seats between two enormous people, and that held no appeal at all to be wedged in between two mammoth individuals. As luck would have it, I got the aisle seat at the very back of the plane. The one right near the washroom.

The next two hours were not enjoyable at all. The highlight of the flight was seeing the handsome young boy that took one of my seats as he lined up to use the washroom. He was standing right beside me. I was sitting, he was standing, and his crotch was directly in my eye line. He did not seem to recognize me, so I just went back to my magazine.

As you can imagine, I was the last one off the plane but was so happy to see my favorite airport and feel the hot, humid air as I walked the gantry from the plane to the terminal. I proceeded with great speed to the shuttle train and then the baggage claim area to get my bag. As I arrived at the baggage carousel, all the other passengers were waiting for the bags from our flight. I took up a spot to wait while I thumbed through my iPhone for emails and messages.

As if on cue, the family from the plane arrived at the baggage claim. The boy was lecturing them on all things Disney, while reading like a preacher from a travel guide.

"Did you know Walt Disney World is built on a swamp? It is so large that they have their own fire department."

The boy rattled off trivia that was annoying his parents as they seemed to be uninterested. As a Disney nerd, I was fascinated that somebody so young was so knowledgeable and interested. My bag dropped down the shoot, I grabbed it and headed to the car rental counter to begin my power trip.

Getting my rental car and the trip to the resort went very quickly and efficiently. I expected on arrival that I would have had to check my bags with the front desk and get my room later, but I was greeted with the amazing news that I could check in immediately to room 4916 on the 14th floor.

When I arrived, I planned to drop my bags and hit the Magic Kingdom, but when I opened the door, I was blown away. It was a glorious suite with kitchen, terrace, high-end Bose sound system, and more, all overlooking the Magic Kingdom. After spending far too long exploring, I decided I could wait until the parks closed to enjoy it. I went down the elevator to the monorail level, boarded Monorail Teal, and was whisked off to the Magic Kingdom station.

Approaching the entrance, I pulled out my annual pass, placed my finger on the scanner, and strolled into my happy place. In fact, my favorite place in the whole world. I was thrilled that the weather was perfect, warm but not too warm and, best of all, the crowd was remarkably small… this day is just perfect.

On this solo trip, the name of the game was exploring and observing rather than pushing to ride every ride. Splash Mountain and the Tomorrowland Transit Authority were my favorite rides, and I had every intention of riding them a few times each. I proceeded to the right, went through the tunnel under the train and arrived on Main Street, USA. I planned to take the train to Frontier Land, grab fast pass to Splash Mountain and wander over to Tomorrow Land.

After grabbing a Coke and box of popcorn, I headed for the TTA. When I arrived, it was perfect, and I was able to walk right into my little car to enjoy the leisurely ride that I traditionally use the time to plan my park attack while enjoying my first snack of the trip.

***

The ride was coming to an end and there was nobody waiting, so the Cast Member asked if I wanted to stay on, so I remained in my seat for another circuit. In the next car, a family of three were taking their seats, but I was engrossed in my touring strategy to pay any attention and my back was turned to them. As we entered Space Mountain, I heard the high-pitched voice of a pre-teen boy giving his parents the history of the dark ride. I turned to see the source of the voice as we were plunged into darkness as we entered the coaster area.

The boy talked non-stop, and I was certain that I recognized the voice. Sure enough, as we hit the light again, I turned, and it was the boy from the plane and the baggage area. I could only see the back of his head, as he was turned away from me. I saw the look of boredom on the adult's faces as he reviewed the behind the scenes stories of Tomorrow Land attractions followed by fun facts about park washrooms.

Suddenly, the woman screeched, "Hello! You are the nice man from the airplane! What a coincidence it is to see you here. Look, Dylan; it's the nice man that gave up his seats for us."

Dylan turned, smiled, and asked, "Are you alone? Isn't it kind of weird to be at Disney World all by yourself? Where are your kids?"

"My family had other plans, so I get to do whatever I want while I am here. My kids are all busy back home," I explained.

"Cool. What is your favorite ride? Mine is Tower of Terror at Disney Studios. Not that I have ever been on it, this is my first time here, but I have read everything about it and watched tons of YouTube videos of all of the rides. I even watched the movie Tower of Terror with Steve Guttenberg. Did you know that the movie was filmed in the actual ride? Most people hated the movie, but I liked it," Dylan said in a non-stop stream of consciousness that was both cute and a little hard to absorb.

"Wow, you sure are into Disney," I said.

"You don't know the half of it," piped up his mother. "He is obsessed. He never stops talking, researching, reading watching videos on the internet and even collecting travel brochures and DVD's."

"Mom! You don't have to tell the man so much," Dylan said.

The mom guffawed; I assume she found his comment ironic in light of the 5-minute narrative he gave seconds ago. We shared a smile just as the ride was ending. We both exited at the same time and took the moving sidewalk back down to the ground.

"It was nice seeing you again, Mr. ……" the Mom said.

"Furman. Mr. err Walt Furman," I said and offered my hand to mom and son. Father did not make eye contact, was non-talkative, bored and had no interest in making my acquaintance.

"I am Teresa; this in my son Dylan and this handsome man is my new husband, Alexi. We are here for our honeymoon," Teresa said.

"It's nice to meet you, folks. Honeymoon, eh? Dylan must be the chaperone," I joked.

"No, we don't have a lot of money, and my parents gave us this trip for our wedding saying it would be a good chance to let Dylan and Alexi bond. They were supposed to come to hang out with Dylan when… well, you know…, and my mother broke her big toe and could not walk." She paused. "Look at me, telling you my life story. I guess you see where Dylan gets it from," she said.

Her husband looked on impassively and seemed like he wanted to be anywhere other than where he was.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Teresa, Dylan and you too Alexi. I have an ambitious schedule to keep, so I am going to get moving," I said. We shook hands again. I headed over the Space Mountain, and they headed towards the central hub of the park.

I seem to be a magnet for boys, and I have a secret attraction to them. An attraction that I try to suppress and avoid acting on, by entertaining myself with fictional boy stories and engaging in copious amounts of masturbation. At 45, I have a great marriage and have regular sex with my beautiful wife, but I still have a deep and secret attraction to young boys ever since a trip to Disneyland Paris back in 1992 when I was seduced by my best friend's little brother, Donny.

I do not understand the attraction as it is only for boys and not adult males at all. I have always wanted to try to understand the psychology about it, but have always put off the research and certainly could not talk to anyone about it. Weirder yet, the only times I have had any real interactions with boys is at Disney Parks.

I try my best to avoid precarious situations for fear of being caught perving some cutie in this time of stranger danger and pedo-mania. I could feel my inner boy lover coming alive again as I talked to Dylan. When I shook his hand, I think my dick went from flaccid to full stiffy in about 2 seconds. This boy was crazy cute. Looked 12 to 13 years of age, blonde hair worn Justin Bieber style. He had green eyes and the most perfect teeth I have ever seen on a kid. If my son Randy's teeth were perfect, he would book a lot more acting gigs!

***

Dylan was dressed in a classic opening day Walt Disney World t-shirt that went down and covered his shorts that appeared to be beige cargos. He wore sandals and no socks, displaying perfect feet and hairless legs. He looked like a boy model. I am guessing that his Disney obsession likely means he is not a rough and tumble-sporty kid and thus the lack of scars, bruises, or blemishes that is so typical of this age. I would guess he was slightly less than 5 feet [1.5 m] tall and 90ish [40 kg ] pounds. To make a comparison, he looks a lot like Cole Sprouse from Suite Life of Zack & Cody and now that I think of it, had some of the same precocious tendencies as Sprouse's character on that show.

I had my look, popped my boner, secured some jack off memories for that night, and got my mind back on my Disney adventure, as I was next in line for Space Mountain! He was gone, absorbed into the thousands of other park guests and I would likely not see him again. Thank goodness.

After my ride, I wandered over to grab some lunch and wound up at Tomorrowland Terrace close to the central hub. After a decent burger and Coke, I set off to Adventure Land and had a Dole Whip for dessert. Man, those treats are delicious. I know I would be getting the evil eye from Alicia if she was here and she caught me eating so much of this glorious junk! My libido was clearly at a Defcon two status as I was unconsciously checking out every tween boy I passed and a few lovely 20 something girls too. I think I am going to need to clear the pipes if I am to keep my schedule and focus on Disney. I felt all kinds of wrong whacking off in a Disney washroom, so I continued on and started to focus on the history and backstories of the park. A fun ride through Pirates of the Caribbean was what I needed to get back on track and to calm Walt Junior. Captain Jack Sparrow was enough to jar me back into the Disney spirit.

***

Wandering through Adventure Land, I spied the family again – this time outside of Pecos Bills. Alexi was flailing his arms about while talking to the other two, and he did not look happy. I kept my distance to avoid getting embroiled with them again. More importantly, I was trying to avoid getting smitten with young Dylan. Alexi continued to gesticulate wildly, while Dylan sulked off and sat on a rock wall while Teresa and Alexi continued their theatrics. Finally, Teresa walked over to Dylan, put her arm around him, and started to talk. You could see Dylan's reaction was not good and he looked increasingly distraught as the conversation went on.

Teresa reached into her purse and handed Dylan a cell phone and some cash. They stood, she hugged him – kissed him and walked off to Alexi. On reaching her husband, they walked off towards the central hub. Dylan sat back down and seemed to be crying. He kept his head down so passers-by would not see him crying, but I knew he was deeply upset.

Damn, I just wanted to avoid boys and enjoy my solo trip, but this kid was in serious distress and was breaking my heart. As a dad, I knew I had to make sure he was ok.

I approached and sat down beside him and spoke,

"Hey Dylan, you ok? Where is your mom?" I specifically did not want to admit I was watching and saw Teresa and Alexi leave.

"Mom and her new asshole husband are going back to the motel to make out and have left me by myself. My new stepdad hates Disney and was having anxiety attacks even being here. He is such a dick," Dylan said through the occasional sob.

"Well, that sucks. When are they coming back," I asked hoping it was not going to be a long time for Dylan's sake.

"The park closes at 10. Mom said she would meet me at Town Hall at 10:15 and take me back to the motel. She left me her cell phone in case I get scared or have an emergency," Dylan said.

"That doesn't seem right; it's noon now, that is 10 hours from now. Are you ok here for 10 hours?" I asked.

"Yeah, I could spend 24 hours here and be happy, but it is not as much fun to be alone. My mom is my best friend, and we have been planning our first trip to Disney since I was a little kid and now I am doing it on my own when that bastard fucks my mother," Dylan said. He was silent for a couple of seconds and then said, "I am sorry for swearing. That was rude."

"It's ok buddy, I would fucking swear too if that fucking bastard ruined my fucking day too. What a fucking dick," I said, and my use of colorful language seemed to amuse Dylan and made him smile.

"Hey Walt, you are still alone … right?" Dylan asked.

Here it comes I thought to myself. "Yup, I am lonely too. Want to hang out with me and be lonely together?" I said regretting every syllable coming out of my mouth.

"YES! That would be amazing! Thank you so much!" the boy exclaimed.

Without hesitation, he commanded, "Hurry, let's go to Tom Sawyer's island; the raft is almost at the dock."

Like the trooper I was trying to be, I said, "Sounds like a plan. Perhaps we could look for the hidden paintbrush and get some fast passes."

We both wandered over to the dock as the raft was tying off. We watched the returning crowd come off and we then wandered on and took our place upfront. While we are waiting to cast off, Dylan gave me another lengthy interrogation,

"How old are you? I just turned 12 two months ago. I am a Disney geek. Do you listen to Disney World Podcasts? I do, I love them. Why are you so short?" Dylan would have gone on, but I cut him off.

"I am 45. Yes, I listen to a couple of Disney podcasts and read blogs too. My friends say I am a Disney Nerd, I think I like geek better. I don't know why I am so short; I stopped growing when I was 13 and never started again. Did I miss anything?" I smiled as I finished expecting more questions.

"Look, we are about to dock. Let's go look for Tom's paintbrush first," Dylan said.

"Lead the way," I said as we disembarked the little raft.

As we arrived on shore, we walked over to the island map to plan our visit. Dylan wanted to go to play checkers and sit for a while before we started our adventure. We found a nice spot with two rocking chairs; we grabbed a couple of Cokes from Aunt Polly's and proceeded to enjoy a quiet game. I got the sense that Dylan wanted to talk, perhaps he was upset about the altercation with Alexi and wanted to talk it through.

About halfway through the game Dylan sat back and looked at me with a very serious look in his eyes. I smiled with the intention to put him at ease. He rocked back and forth while fidgeting in his chair. I was starting to realize my big plan to commando tour all of the parks was becoming less likely as Dylan was in no hurry and I did not feel I could abandon him now.

After about five minutes of silence, Dylan sat forward again and double jumped my players on the board and demanded I king him.

"Walt, are you a boy lover?" Dylan asked in a whisper while leaning over the game board.

I felt my heart rate increase, my face flushed, and I suddenly felt queasy. What was happening? Why would he ask such a thing? I felt like getting up and running away before this went any further. I decided to calm down and play dumb.

"Of course I love boys! I have two sons; I think boys are awesome … after all I was one myself," I said and smiled innocently as if I didn't know exactly what he meant.

"You know what I mean. Do you love boys? Do you do stuff with them?" he asked.

"Do stuff? Like go on rides and play games?" I said continuing my naive responses.

"Walt, I see the way you look at me, and I know you know what I mean. I may be 12, but I know stuff, and I have met many boy lovers who have tried to do things with me. My mom's previous boyfriend seemed to be more interested in me than my mom," said Dylan.

"OK Dylan, I do know what you mean I do not know why you think I am … what you said," I quietly said so nobody could hear.

This conversation was scaring me; I was worried somebody would overhear us. And most of all, I was worried where it was going.

"You are constantly looking at me and touching me. When we shook hands, you popped a boner. I could see it in your pants and then I saw you trying to hide it," Dylan said.

I was unable to figure out whether he was accusing or asking. I didn't know if he was about to freak out or if he wanted to get into my shorts. His comments made me very uncomfortable. I started to wonder if perhaps I am becoming too obvious about my predilections as I get older. My attraction to young boys is my deepest, darkest secret that would ruin my life if it ever became known. Every boy I have been involved with pursued me. They all seemed to do so not knowing my secret and thinking that I am just a normal guy that they were able to seduce. I was not going to admit anything now as it was way too dangerous.

"Dylan, I am married, I have three children. Yes, I love boys AND girls… I think kids are awesome and I enjoy spending time with them. But not in THAT way. Boners, as you call it, happen to men and boys – it was likely just from the excitement of being at Disney. I am looking at you because I am talking to you… should I look in a different direction and not look at you. Wait, you are looking at me! Are you a man lover?" I said desperately trying to move on and change the subject.

Dylan looked disappointed or maybe skeptical, but I am having an issue reading the boy. "Now, I am concerned about what you said about other men trying to do things to you. Did they do anything to you? Did you report them?" I asked.

"No, I didn't want to say anything. I was embarrassed; and who is going to believe a kid anyway. I didn't let anything happen, and the men just gave up except one. My mom's last boyfriend was the only one that did something," Dylan said.

"What! What happened?" I asked.

"It happened when I was 10. My mom had to work late one night, Brandon, her boyfriend, was babysitting me, and he was nice to me all night and even let me drink a beer. I felt sleepy and asked to go to bed early. He tucked me in, and I don't remember anything until later that night when I felt my pajamas being pulled down. I woke up but did not let him know I was awake. I kept my eyes closed and faked being asleep because I was scared."

"I felt my PJ pants being pulled down very slowly. He did it a little bit at a time and would keep stopping; I think to see if I woke up. Eventually, I was half-naked. He started to rub my tummy under my shirt and kept moving down until he was brushing my penis. I sighed and started to move a bit to try to convince him he was waking me. He waited a long time and then I felt his hand on it as he gently started to rub my penis up and down. He did it slowly, and I could feel it getting hard."

"It felt nice, but I knew it was wrong, so I felt that I wanted it to stop and continue at the same time. He kept going and it was all I could do to sit still as I wanted to hump his hand. He suddenly stopped, and I felt him moving, and suddenly I felt what could only be his mouth over my dick. He was going up and down, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn't stop myself; I started to hump into his mouth and moaned. He knew I was awake and he asked me to grab his cock. I opened my eyes, and his dick was out, and he grabbed my hand and put it on it."

"I yelled NO and told him to get off of me. I jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and locked myself in. He begged me to come out so we could talk and I told him to leave and never come back, or I would tell my mom. He got the door open and glared at me like he was going to hit me. Like a miracle, I heard my mother come in and call his name. He looked scared now, and I told him I would not say anything if he broke up with my mother and never saw us again. He agreed, called me a bunch of bad names and that was the last I saw of him," Dylan recalled his story as I sat there open-mouthed in shock.

"I am so sorry that happened to you Dylan. That is horrible. That man should be in jail because he raped you! Did you ever tell your mom? Did you even talk to a doctor about it? I don't know what I would do if that happened to one of my boys," I said.

"No, I have never told anyone. Nothing like this has ever happened again. In fact, I think Alexi hates me, so I don't think he wants to molest me. Do you?" Dylan said.

"That is not funny. Of course, I do not want to molest you. Only an animal would do that to a kid or anybody!" I said sternly yet quietly.

"It's ok Walt. I am fine. It's not as if I am the only boy that this has happened to. He didn't hurt me; it felt really good! If I liked him, I might have even let him continue. He was an asshole to my mother, and I think he was only seeing her to get to me. I see him on the street once in a while, and he looks terrified, so I think he learned his lesson," Dylan said.

I was now very confused. He liked it. Was this a come-on? Well, I am not biting at this bait, this is not going to go anywhere today. Dylan is a very bright kid and sounds like he is manipulative too. The price for touching his family jewels would likely be my indentured servitude to him for life.

"It is not my place to pry or get involved. I only want to have a park buddy for the day and have some good Disney fun. What do you say we skip the island and go hit some rides?" I said, hoping the fast pace of the main park would avoid further such conversations.

***

"Walt, look! I see a paintbrush behind that garbage can!" Dylan shouted as he leaped from his chair and grabbed the paintbrush.

We went in search of a cast member to hand over our find, and when we did, we were rewarded with six fast passes for any ride. We boarded the raft and returned to the main park. I had a fast pass for Splash Mountain for 1:45-2:50 and it was only 12:45 now. We decided to head to the left and wound up at the Haunted Mansion.

"Do you like the Haunted Mansion," Dylan asked.

"Who doesn't like grim grinning ghosts? Lets' go!" I said.

We walked right on the ride with one of our fast passes and entered the stretching room, which is an elevator that takes guests to the ride that runs underground. The doors closed and the narration started. At the clap of thunder and the lights turning off, Dylan grabbed my hand and buried his face into my chest. I put my free arm around him.

"Loud noises always scare me," Dylan mumbled into my chest.

As the doors opened, he led me into the hall to our ride vehicle but held my hand tightly. We got to our doom buggy and took a seat, and he snuggled right into me as the ride vehicle turned to start our tour. It was nice having him snuggled up tightly as we rode the ride. It reminded me of my daughter and how she preferred to ride when we were together. His head was millimeters away from me, and I could smell his boy scent and feel his warmth. I suspect this is a boy who was in desperate need of affection. His mom seemed more interested in fawning over Alexi who seemed like he would prefer Dylan to vanish.

Dylan was wide-eyed as we rode through the classic attraction. As we got to the end and the Grim Grinning Ghost song started to play, Dylan knew all the words and sang along. His enthusiasm was infectious, I joined too, and we both belted the tune as the ride ended. The cast member, in character, commented on how lugubrious my son and I sounded and proceeded to high-five Dylan. We laughed all the way back out to the pathway. Dylan had a smile from ear to ear and raved about how awesome the ride was.

"Did you know people bring ashes of dead people and sprinkle them on that ride?" Dylan asked.

"I know, they try and do that all over the park. I guess Disney geeks want this to be their final resting place. But if they get caught, they get banned from the park, and they use special vacuums to clean the ride," I explained.

"Whoa! You are a bigger Disney geek than I am! I bow down at the king of the geeks," Dylan said while bowing down to me.

"Arise young Dylan, my padawan learner…" I began before he cut me off.

"Hold on; you are into Star Wars too! Can you adopt me… please?" Dylan joked.

"I am starving, let's grab some lunch," I said.

"It will have to be cheap; I do not have a lot of money," Dylan responded.

"It's on me, let's go to Pecos Bills, they have an awesome fixings bar!" I said.

***

Yyy We walked back to the restaurant; Dylan grabbed my hand and held it the whole time. I was getting used to his affection. I am used to the touchy-feely thing as my family is that way too. My kids still hold our hands and always snuggle up when given the opportunity. It was a little odd coming from a boy I barely knew, but it was nice and looked normal to all as we just looked like father and son enjoying time together.

We got our food and grabbed a couple of chairs inside to get a break from the sun. As we took our seat, Dylan again sat right next to me so close it was as if he was attached to me. It was awkward to move my left elbow, but he craved the attention so I just made it work. Over lunch, we got to know each other much better. I told him about my family, my job and my lifelong obsession with Disney. I learned his father was killed in Afghanistan and until then, he lived with his parents on several military bases where his dad had been stationed. After he was killed, they moved back to his mom's hometown in Michigan.

He was in grade 6, loves science, technology, and most of all, he loves Disney.

His mom is the manager of a pizza restaurant and works long hours since they have little money and he spends lots of time alone at home after school. He says he doesn't have many friends and likes to be alone. I asked him how he got so obsessed with Disney and he explained that as he grew up, whenever his dad was home from duty, they would watch Disney movies and plan Disney trips that never happened. He liked to read about Disney and learned new things about the parks and the movies to tell his dad every time they were together. They had a trip booked and ready to go to the Military resort at Disney World called Shades of Green. They were going to go when his tour was done to celebrate his homecoming, but he was killed before he could return.

To help Dylan get his mind off of missing his dad, his mom tried to enroll him in different activities, but he kept losing interest. The other kids would tease him for being poor or about his Disney obsession. He dropped out of Big Brothers as his big brother creeped him out as he kept wanting to skinny dip in a local creek. He then begged his mother to let him quit cubs because he hated the camping trips and his Akela who insisted on showering with him and washing him personally.

***

A pattern was emerging. Dylan was close to his father, his mother was preoccupied with work and men, and he is a loner. All of this explains his craving for affection. This saddened me as I see it so often in kids; especially boys and I think that lack of it leads to big issues later in life. I was glad to be able to offer a bit of fatherly affection today but realized he was not going to get much back home.

"Let's head over to Splash Mountain now; my fast pass expires in a few minutes," I said.

As we walked there, I got a history lesson, which I already knew, about the inspiration for Splash being Song of the South, which Disney withdrew due to allegations of racism in the movie.

We got right on and boarded our boat. Splash Mountain is one of the longest rides in the park, which is why it is one of my favorites! As we got closer to the final drop, he got real close and asked me to put my arms around him and hold him tight.

"Why, are you scared of Briar Bear getting you?" I mocked.

Just as we were about to go down the last drop, he said, "No, it's because I don't want to get soaked."

As we hit bottom, soaked is an understatement of what happened to us. We got drenched! I was soaked from head to toe, and Dylan was drenched including his socks and shoes.

"I hate getting wet and I am soaked," he said as he got out of the boat. You could hear his shoes squishing. He pulled his shorts out of his bum crack and announced, "Great, even my underwear is soaked."

The wetness wouldn't be so bad, you normally dry fast in Florida, but it was an unseasonably cool day, and Dylan was shivering.

"Disney knows how wet people get on this ride and they sell towels in the gift store. I will buy you one to dry off," I said.

After getting the giant towel with an image of Briar Rabbit smiling at us, Dylan toweled off as much as he could.

"It's no good; I am too soaked and freezing. I need to get dry clothes," Dylan said.

"Can we contact your mother and maybe we could run to your room, and you can change," I suggested.

Dylan grabbed his cell phone went to dial and, seeing it was off, tried to turn it on.

He handed it to me and said: "Battery must be dead."

I checked out the wet phone and realized it had been soaked and was likely shorted out. I decided not to tell him it was ruined as would have just made him feel worse.

"Let's find a phone and call the hotel. Where are you staying?" I asked.

"I don't know the name of the place. It is not a Disney hotel; it is a motel outside of the park," Dylan said as he started to tear up.

"Well, that doesn't narrow it down too much. It looks like we need to find another solution," I said.

Dylan was shivering uncontrollably even in the gift store and started to cry.

"Can we go to your hotel room; I could warm up there and dry my clothes with a hairdryer?" Dylan asked.

I was not comfortable with this solution because taking a 12-year-old boy, who already thinks I am a boy lover, to my hotel room is not a good idea. However, there is a washer/dryer on the floor, and I could get both sets of our clothes dry fast and back to the park in no time. Based on his stories, he does not seem to be interested in sexual advances or initiating them so I should be ok and keep the entire diversion innocent. As a fellow Disney nerd, his mind is going to be blown by my room and the hotel itself.

***

"Ok, I am at the Contemporary, so we can run over there, I can throw our clothes in the dryer and be back in the parks in 30 minutes. How does that sound?" I asked.

Dylan was silently crying and shivering with snot pouring out of his nose.

"Thanks, Walt. Let's go quickly; I need to dry off and go pee."

The poor kid was not having a good day. I hated his first Disney park experience to be marred with disappointment and now discomfort.

At that moment, we heard the train arriving at the train station just above us, and we ran for it. We got on the train; I wrapped the towel around Dylan and hugged him close to help warm him. He stopped sobbing and seemed to be shivering a little less now. We went past Toon Town Station and ended up back at Main Street Station where we quickly got off, exited the gate, and ran up the ramp to the Resort Monorail. In a few minutes, we were in the Grand Canyon Concourse of the Contemporary Resort.

Dylan was no longer shivering, but was instead in awe, as he geeked out at the iconic hotel, he was now standing in. We headed to the elevator and headed up to my suite. I had not warned him about room 4916 yet; I could not wait for his reaction.

We got off the elevator and walked to my room; I opened the door and let Dylan walk in.

"Holy Shit! Are you rich or something?" Dylan exclaimed.

"First of all, watch your language, and no, I am not rich, but I decided I wanted to treat myself as I have never stayed here before and this was to be a special getaway for my wife and me. She had to cancel, but the room was already booked and paid for, so here I am."

As I was finishing my story, Dylan started to strip off his clothes in front of me. He peeled off his shirt and handed it to me.

"Whoa there buddy, you should undress in the washroom. There is a robe in there. Undress and put the robe on and bring me your clothes. I will go to the other bathroom and do the same. I will then take our wet stuff to the dryer down the hall," I explained.

He didn't stop and had proceeded to remove shoes and socks and was shimming out of his pants while holding his Mickey Mouse briefs up.

"Can you help, I am stuck," Dylan asked.

He held the waistband of his briefs, and I kneeled down and was facing his crotch. I pulled down his zipper the rest of the way and then pulled the pants off at the sides, wiggling to get over his wet and clammy skin. He lifted each foot as I removed them from his legs.

There he was, this gorgeous blond-haired, green-eyed, cute model-like boy standing before me clad only in red Mickey Mouse briefs that were plastered to his skin leaving nothing to the imagination at all. I tried not to ogle to avoid the impression he had earlier about my boy lover status.

"Ok, take those off in the bathroom, and I will get all this stuff to the laundry."

Dylan turned and headed to the washroom. I stood there watching his bum as he walked away towards his privacy. He stopped before closing the threshold to the little room and dropped his briefs as he was facing away from me and silently held them out for me. He kept his back to me, and I approached and grabbed the briefs, I popped a major boner, and he walked into the washroom and closed the door.

"Whoa, this shower is amazing! There are like ten spouts! Can I take a shower while my clothes are drying?" Dylan asked.

"Sure, go ahead," I responded, and without missing a beat, I heard the water turn on.

I was massively turned on too. The boy's bum was amazing. It was bright white, formed a beautiful bubble that a sculpture would die for. Under it was a tanned set of hair-free legs and cute little feet. I had already perved on his gorgeous chest and perfect tummy. Staying in the shower was a good thing, perhaps he would remain there until his clothes were dry and then he could dress in there, and we could get back to the Magic Kingdom.

I grabbed my bag that was still unpacked and headed to my bedroom, closed the door, and stripped. My penis was painfully rigid and decided that a good clearing of the pipe would further reduce the likelihood of a penis-brained situation if Dylan were to flash his naked butt to me again.

I lay down on the bed naked, took my pulsating dick in hand, closed my eyes, and just focused on that bum and that perfect tummy. I erupted in six strong shots of semen; my sperm was now a thing of the past as I am a member of the clip club that landed on my chest and dribbled onto my almost bald pubis.

I cleaned up in the washroom, threw on PJ pants and a t-shirt, gathered up all the wet clothes, and headed to the laundry room. I got everything loaded and turned on. The machine was counting down from one hour, and I headed back to the room. As I walked by the bathroom that Dylan was in I still heard the shower and the boy singing 'When You Wish Upon A Star,' the Disney anthem.

I went back to my room, turned on the TV to see Stacey, the resort spokeswoman, explain all that you could see and do at Disney World. I sat back and started to check emails on my iPhone. There was a picture from the set of my son's commercial shoot. Randy, who is 10, was shirtless wearing board shorts and flip-flops. Looks like he is shooting around a pool. He is having fun and being paid for it.

I put the phone down and lay on the bed to rest for a few minutes and promptly fell asleep.

While I was sleeping, Dylan had finished his shower, put on the robe, and came looking for me. He found me asleep on the bed. He grabbed a blanket from the other bed in the room and put it over me. He dropped the robe, took a t-shirt from my open bag, and pulled it over his head. It acted as a nightshirt and covered his bum and boy bits. He pulled the blanket back, crawled in beside me, spooning up to me and throwing his arm around my chest, and promptly fell asleep.

I was having a nice dream about a previous encounter with a boy named Donny years ago at Disneyland Paris. Donny had been the first boy I had sex with as an adult after being effectively seduced by him thus awakening my boy lover urges I never even knew I had. Donny is 33 now, and we are still good friends. He went to work for Disney after university and is an Imagineer at their Glendale, California headquarters. I get LOTS of insider information long before official announcements.

Just as I was about to climax in my dream, my iPhone alarm went off to remind me about a dinner reservation I had at the California Grill upstairs that I had completely forgotten about. As I regained consciousness, I am lying on my back, and I realize that Dylan's arm is around me and he is spooning my side. He is positioned in such a way that I can feel his hard penis poking into my thigh. I lifted the blanket, looked down and saw he is wearing one of my t-shirts but that it is hoisted up around his tummy and his lower body was naked and fully exposed and pressed into my side.

***

I laid there in shock. It was happening again; I was in bed with a pre-teen boy at a Disney Park. What bizarre gag is the universe trying to play on me? My penis immediately grows to full hardness and my heart is now beating so fast, and loud that I can feel and hear it. I am trying to force myself to extract my body from this situation but I was weak. I was so warm, comfortable, and horny; I was frozen in place.

My iPhone went off again after the ten-minute snooze expired. Dylan shifted in the bed from the noise, and I was able to slip out without jostling him awake. My reservation at California Grill was for two as my wife was supposed to be with me on the trip, so I figured I had better wake Dylan and we could use it, enjoy the beautiful view and the fireworks, and be back at the Town Hall to meet his mom at 10:15. Maybe we could squeeze in another quick ride on Space Mountain to cap off our night and our little adventure. Good thing my Disney lust was stronger than my boy lust tonight and with my plan we can avoid the room and any more close calls.

My dick was still hard as stone and tented my pants obscenely as I stood up. I moved over to the other side of the monstrous king sized bed where Dylan was lying, reached into my pants and pushed my penis, painfully, between my legs lest I give Dylan an eyeful when he wakes up. I called his name, he stirred a bit and turned away from me exposing ½ of his upper body with the other half, and his bum and legs still covered from the blanket. I called his name, again and again, he stirred this time now exposing part of his lower body with the blanket draped across the rest. There it was; slightly more than ½ of that cute bubble bum inches away from me, calling to me.

I do not know what it is about boys that turn me into a maniac. I love women too, but I have never salivated over their naked bodies the way I do over those of little boys, especially their butts. Boys from 9-12 have the perfect bodies and bums. Hairless, blemish-free and like perfect works of art. Older teens and men all hairy and with a certain odor that repels me. But boys and young teens are perfectly full of life with their hormones starting to rage, bums growing disproportionally to the bodies forming that lovely bubble that we boy lovers, yes I said it, long for.

"Dylan!" I said somewhat louder, causing him to flail his legs at the loud noise completely uncovering himself and ending up flat on his tummy with the bubble pointing at the sky!

I reached down and shook him while calling his name, he mumbled, "Five more minutes mommy," and then resumed his rhythmic breathing.

Checking my iPhone, I realize there is still almost an hour to my reservation, and it is one floor up, so I still had time. While I had my iPhone in my hand, I fingered the camera app, pointed it at this sleeping angel, and started snapping pictures. Full body, head and face turned to one side on the pillow, his back and several shots of his bum. I don't know what possessed me to do this, but it was dangerous, exciting and was making me hornier than I have ever been in my life.

As I was flipping through the pictures with one hand, I was rubbing my penis with the other. I reached into my pajama pants and started to pump my flesh as I felt a hot wave of desire roll over me. I put the iPhone down, pulled my PJ's off and straddled the sleeping boy with my knees, careful not to make contact with him. My eyes were glued to his bum as I stroked my penis. As I was looking down at my dick, I noticed a good-sized drop of pre-cum hanging off the tip and before I could wipe it, it dripped off and fell into the crack of Dylan's bum.

I needed to finish, and I was close, but I needed contact. I needed to feel Dylan's bottom, to rub that bum, to invade his crack with my fingers. Walt junior took over, and I reached down and started to rub that gorgeous butt. First one smooth, perfect cheek, then the other. Lightly rubbing them with my hands and then lightly with the tips of my fingers. As I brushed his cute little crack with the tips of my fingers, goosebumps formed on the cheeks, and he clenched his bum and appeared to be humping the bed lightly.

I stopped, worried that I had woken him and listened for his breathing. It was still the same rhythm as before. I looked over and saw his eyes were closed and mouth open as before.

I did not stop pumping my dick the whole time and was moments away from my orgasm. As I felt it coming, Walt Junior took over, and I spread my knees and lowered my body so now my scrotum was grazing his butt along his crack. I leaned over and started to rub my penis along his crack leaving a line of pre-cum over the length. As I was traveling down his crack for the 4th time, I shot my jizz into his valley. Again he got goosebumps, clenched his butt and started humping the mattress again.

As I was coming down off my orgasm high, I watched and listened to hear if the boy was now awake or waking from the injection of Walt juice into his bum crack. He seemed still fast asleep. I carefully removed myself, headed to the washroom to clean myself and get dressed, I planned on getting a facecloth to wipe up Dylan, but as I returned to the room Dylan was sitting up and stretching.

"Hey Walt, was I asleep a long time? It's getting dark out," he said.

"No, just about an hour, it's just after 6:00. Listen, buddy; I have a reservation at California Grill at 6:30 that I would like to get to," I said.

At that Dylan got off the bed, pulling down the t-shirt to cover himself up as he got off. I saw the wetness behind him from my orgasm, but he hadn't noticed it or realized there was even more in the crack of his ass.

"Are my clothes dry?" he asked rather sadly.

"Oh yeah, I will go get them, but what's wrong, you look sad," I said assuming that Dylan knew what I did and was now horrified at the pedo monster before him.

"I don't want to be alone in the park, I was having fun with you, and I have to meet my mom soon," he said.

"You are not going to be alone; we are going to dinner. Did you think I was going to leave you alone? Come with me, I will get your clothes, and we can head upstairs."

Dylan smiled from ear to ear and bounded into the living room. I carefully pulled a blanket over the jizz mark on the bed. He still has no idea he has cum in his bum! I left the room, went down the hall to the laundry room and returned moments later with his clothes.

"Here you go buddy," as I tried to hand him his clothes. He simply raised his hands above his head and said,

"Can you do it."

"You want me to dress you?"

"Yes please."

I grabbed my t-shirt he was wearing and pulled it over his head. He was naked before me and sporting a half-hard penis. He looked down at it, looked back at me blushing and said,

"Sorry about that; it likes everybody it meets."

I nervously laughed and pulled his dry shirt over his head. I grabbed his underwear and tried to hand them to him; he just lifted a leg like he wanted me to put them on him. I bent down to put his leg through and came face to face with his penis. The little bugger pretended to lose balance and squashed it into my cheek.

"Sorry Walt, I almost fell."

I asked him to lift his other leg and put it through his briefs and pulled them up over his boy bits. He grabbed his shorts and finished dressing.

"Ready Walt," he announced as I was putting on my shoes.

We left the room and went to the elevator to go up to California Grill only to discover that you can't. We ended up having to go back down to the lobby and found the place to check-in and take the elevator up to the top floor. We were on the elevator alone, and Dylan was very quiet and looked sad again.

"What's wrong buddy?"

"Nothing."

"Come on Dylan, why are you so sad. We are at Disney; it's against the law to be sad here!"

He started to cry just as the door opened to the restaurant floor. We took an immediate left, and I whisked him off to the washroom. We walked in, moved over to the little alcove, I kneeled down, and he immediately threw his arms around my neck and sobbed.

"It's ok, buddy. Do you want to talk about it?"

More sobs and no reply.

"Shall we go back to the room and skip dinner."

He started to calm his crying and was able to get words out between sobs, "No, I want to have dinner. I'll be ok."

"OK Dylan, we will stay here for a few minutes until you feel better," I said.

I then I sat down on the floor, grabbed Dylan and held him. He sat on my lap and was quiet for a few minutes as I rubbed his back.

"I don't want to go back with my mom and Alexi tonight; I want to stay with you!"

"Oh buddy, why? You guys will have fun; they just needed some time alone. It will be ok. Maybe we could all have lunch tomorrow or something?"

"No, it's going to be terrible. We are in a crappy little motel. It smells, I have to sleep in the same room as they and Alexi smokes gross cigars. He hates Disney and me."

"Come on, how anybody could hate you, you are such a great kid."

"He pretends to be nice to me and is rude to me when my mom is not around. This morning, when we first got to the motel, my mom went out to get some supplies at the Walgreens and left Alexi and me alone in the room. He spent the entire time telling me how spoiled I am; he complained that he had to come to Orlando and warned me not to be a fag around him or he would send me away. When I started to cry, he got even madder and started to call me bad names and was about to hit me when my mom pulled up to the room."

"Oh my gosh, that is terrible. What did your mom do?"

"Nothing, because when she walked in Alexi grabbed me and hugged me making it look like he was trying to make me feel better. He was patting my back and was saying things like you were when I was crying just now. Then he pretended to notice my mother and said that I was crying because I had stubbed my toe. He hates me, Walt… he hates me, and he is taking my mom away from me." With that, he started crying again and buried his head on my shoulder.

"Dylan, you have to talk to your mother about this. This is the second time today you have told me about being abused by men in your life, and that is not ok. No kid should be abused period. Do you want my help talking to your mom? "

Like a light switch turned off, Dylan stopped crying.

"No, it's ok. I am just making a big deal about it. It is not that bad. Just forget I said anything…. let's go eat!" and with that, he jumped up and headed out the door.

Following him, I caught up, and we got our seat at a window overlooking the Magic Kingdom. Dylan sat down and stared out the window with a sad look on his face. It was heartbreaking to see this awesome kid in such pain.

***

"Hey kiddo, have a look at the menu and see if you see anything you like."

"I'll just have a kid's meal."

"Are you sure? There are so many other great choices on the menu. It would be a shame to just have a kid's meal."

"Dylan looked at me with an angry expression and said, "I WANT A KID'S MEAL, OK?"

"Ok, buddy. Whatever you want."

"DON'T CALL ME BUDDY!" he shouted. He was so loud the entire restaurant went silent and glared at us. Dylan turned back and faced the window.

"It's OK everyone. Nothing to see here," I said to the room.

Gradually the buzz in the room went back to normal as I sat there stunned at this unbelievable transformation in this boy in a few moments.

"Hello and welcome to the California Grill. My name is Francois, can I start you out with some drinks?" our waiter announced.

Chapter 2

Dylan looked at me with tears in his eyes and anguish on his face; he was clearly in distress, and we needed to get out of there.

"No thanks Francois, we have to leave," I said.

I got out of my seat went to Dylan, kneeled and bend over to hug him. As he sobbed in my arms, I whispered in his ear,

"Let's get out of here, we can go have some fun in the park and talk this through."

Dylan broke the embrace, looked at me and simply said, "I'm sorry, Walt." Then he gently kissed me on my cheek.

I stood up and took him by the hand, and we walked towards the elevator. I apologized to the concierge on the way out. In the elevator, Dylan was quiet and stared down at his feet.

"I know you wanted to have dinner there; I am sorry for ruining it. I can just go back to the park and wait for my mom, so you can go back if you want to," he said.

He said this, but by his body language and tone, he did not mean it. There was no way I was going to leave him at this point. This kid was seriously in distress, and he needs a friend right now.

"No way, I don't get to hang out with a really cool 12-year-old Disney genius very often, I am sticking with you," I said as I ruffled his hair.

The elevator door opened, we walked out into the lobby, went down the escalator to the main floor and out the front doors for the short walk to the Magic Kingdom. Dylan didn't say anything until we were outside. He had composed himself, and he was starting to lighten up.

"What are we going to do Walt?"

"Anything you want to do buddy."

"How much time do we have?"

"It's a little after 7:00 now, your mom is picking you up at 10:15, so we have three hours. Let's grab something to eat, how about Casey's for a hot dog and then the Plaza Ice Cream Shop for dessert."

"Woo hoo!! Yes!" Dylan exclaimed, and he did a little hand pump in the air.

Dylan was returning to his normal self again, but we need to talk this out before we depart tonight. I want to know that he is going to be safe and I might have to have a private talk with his mother since he was not going to do it himself to stand up for himself.

***

We walked into Casey's, I ordered the Chili-Cheese Foot Long Hot Dog, and Dylan had the Macaroni & Cheese Foot Long Hot Dog. We got our food and a couple of Cokes and grabbed a seat on the patio. Dylan was enjoying his meal; my stomach was in knots as I tried to reconcile both my apprehension for the meet up with mom and my unexpected sexual indiscretion back at the hotel.

"Aren't you going to eat Walt?" Dylan asked.

"Yup, I was just thinking about what we should do for the next three hours," I said and then started to eat.

We finished up and agreed we would have our ice cream just before he had to leave on the way out of the park. As we got up to leave, the PA system announced that the fireworks were about to begin. I told Dylan I was going to show him my secret viewing location and we made our way there over near Crystal Palace. We found a great seat that we could watch from and still have a good view when the area filled up with other guests. Dylan asked if he could sit on my lap, which I allowed and helped him up. Just then the lights went down as the narration started.

"Look, there is Tinkerbell on the zip line," I pointed out to Dylan.

"Wow, that is so cool and scary," Dylan said.

He used that as an opportunity to tell me the history of the Tinkerbell flight, where it starts, how fast she goes and so on. This kid really knows his Disney trivia. Just then the first explosion burst above our heads and Dylan grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his body. Both hands were situated over his tummy, and I started to gently rub over his shirt. He sighed contentedly and snuggled more comfortably into my body.

"That feels nice, keep doing it," he said between explosions of sound and light.

After about ten minutes, he grabbed my hand and slowly moved it under his shirt. I resisted, and he said,

"Please, keeping doing that on my skin."

Reluctantly I started rubbing his bare tummy while I used my other hand to try and hide what we were doing from onlookers.

Dylan was enjoying this intimate contact as he sighed and cooed and wiggled in my lap and put his head back on my shoulders and closed his eyes. He was enjoying the combination of the touch, the music, and the fireworks. All of this was affecting me; my penis was inflating as much as I was willing it to stay down. Within a minute or two, I was rock hard and Dylan must have felt this against his bum as he was sitting right on it. If he did, he was not letting on.

Dylan reached down and pulled his oversized t-shirt down to cover his crotch and lower body. I had assumed that this was to cover his arousal but then he did something I did not expect. He reached down again and discreetly undid his belt and opened his fly. I was starting to panic, as he grabbed my hand and placed it over his underwear covered boy package. The little bugger was rock hard.

"Please keep rubbing," he whispered.

"I can't do this Dylan," I said, but left my hand in place without movement.

"It's ok, I want you to do it, and I know you want to too," he said.

Just then the finale of the fireworks started, and I pulled my hand out and told him to zip up. He complied, and we watched the final moments of the show in silence.

We got up and as nothing had just happened, I said let's head to Tomorrow Land. He grabbed my hand, and we maneuvered our way through the fireworks crowd.

"About what just happened Dyl…," I started to say.

"Can we not talk about it now, let's just have fun," and I dropped the topic.

"Hey, I want to do the Astro Orbiters."

"Let's do it," I said, as we joined the small line in front of the elevator to the ride that was a couple of floors above us.

***

In only a few minutes, we were jammed into the elevator with a dozen, or so, other guests. Dylan never let go of my hand like he was afraid I was going to bolt and run. Perhaps after that incident at the fireworks, I should have. Not only was that dangerous, but it was also about a hundred times worse as I was essentially fondling a 12-year-old boy in a public place. If somebody had seen, I would have been lucky to have been arrested before I was beaten to a pulp by bystanders that would have been repulsed at my pedophile actions in their midst at Walt Disney World!

The doors opened, and we were in the loading area and waited as the orbiters slowed and the previous guests got out. We were told to choose our ship and Dylan led and picked one.

"OK, I will take the one right behind," I said.

"No, come with me."

Sure, parents ride with their kids all the time, but it is a tight squeeze even with a five-year-old, it is even more so with a 12-year-old boy.

"OK, let me get in first, and then you get in front."

I took the seat and he climbed in after. To set the stage, there is only one seat and the second passenger has to lie back into the person in the actual seat. There is a 'stick' for the front passenger to control up and down of the spaceship. I belted us in and Dylan wiggled into me to get even closer.

It took several minutes to load, but we were patient as the cast member helped a disabled child from his wheelchair into the ship. Dylan took the time to lounge back and snuggled into my body and kept scooting his bum further and further into my crotch.

"Dylan, I know what you are doing and you have to stop. We cannot play these games. You are going to get me in big trouble," I said.

Dylan ignored me grabbed my hands and placed them over his crotch again. I froze not wanting to be obvious to people around us, so I just stayed that way and planned on moving them when the ride started to move. Dylan was hard and I felt him flexing his penis in his shorts. I have to admit, part of me was enjoying this, but I was also terrified what would happen if caught.

We both saw the cast member approach to check our belt, and I quickly jerked my hands away. I saw the teenaged cutie reach in and test the belt, she smiled, looked at Dylan and said,

"Aww, is that for me cutie," winked at him and moved on.

"What was that all about?" I said.

"She poked my boner as she checked the belt," he said through a giggle.

***

We were off. Dylan still had his butt firmly pressed into my crotch, but he leaned forward to control the ship with the stick. We stayed aloft, and we both enjoyed the ride – the warm air, the music, the beautiful lighting all around. It was simply magical.

As the ride started to slow, Dylan released the stick and leaned back into me, grabbed my hand to return it to his crotch, but before I made contact I jerked it away and said "NO" very sternly.

Dylan relented and leaned forward breaking contact. The ride came to a stop, and he started to get out and fell back due to the belt still being around us. I removed the belt, he jumped out and headed to the elevators, I jogged to keep up. We headed down with the dozen or so people we arrived with and exited just by Stitch's Great Escape. He quickly walked out of the elevator and I had to make an effort to keep up with him.

He finally stopped at a bench, sat down, crossed his arms and said, "Please go now, I can stay here on my own until my mother arrives."

I sat down beside him, tried to put my arm around him and was thwarted by him sliding across to the other side of the bench.

"I told you to leave," he said and shot me a look that could kill.

I know he was upset that I rejected his advances, but this is ridiculous.

"Look, Dylan, I told you I am not leaving, but I know why you are mad at me. It's because I will not rub your penis," I said in a whisper. He said nothing. "You know that I can be arrested for doing that, don't you?"

Still, he sat in silence with his arms crossed as he stared straight ahead.

"You are an asshole. You got to get off, but I can't? That is not fair. You don't like me, you just wanted to see me naked and cum all over me in my sleep, and now you are worried about going to jail because I want a little rub? You are a jerkwad, and you should leave now," he said.

Oh, my good lord, he must have been awake back in the room when I ejaculated on him. And the language on this kid, he started so cutely and innocent, now I was shocked… he is a little horn-dog. I need to fix this and now or I could lose everything if he says anything.

"Don't try to deny it, do you think I don't know that your cum is still in my crack?"

He was scaring me, and I was waiting for the threat. It was my time to be speechless.

"Just leave, I am not going to report you to my mom or the police, I don't care that you did it, I just expected that you would do something nice for me too," he said.

Finally, I got the courage to respond,

"I am sorry Dylan, I should never have done that, I also should never have brought you to my room as that was bound to happen. I have no excuses; I just need to say I am sorry and say thank you for keeping this our secret. And you are right; I should just leave," I said as I stood to go.

"Good-bye Dylan, I had a lot of fun. You are a great kid, and I hope that you work things out with Alexi."

I was going to give him my business card, but I thought the less he knows about me, the better just in case he changes his mind or his mother notices dried semen in his underwear on the wrong side. I started to walk away.

"Stop Walt, wait!" Dylan called to me. As I turned around, I saw the water-works start up again. He was crying and sobbing and looking miserable. I hesitated for a few seconds and then went back to sit beside him. He turned and hugged me and squeezed me tightly.

"I am sorry Walt. I am so, so sorry. I don't know why I am being like this with you. I am ruining your trip, and I feel terrible."

"Dylan buddy, I am sorry too. I like you, and I think you are getting so upset because you are worried that Alexi is trying to take your place with your mom. I did not like him when I met him, and I really don't like him based on what you told me about this morning. I will talk to your mother for you if you want, but I can't do sexual things with you to make you feel better."

"I know, nobody ever really touches me or pays attention to me. My mom is great, but she works all the time and I hardly ever see her. I liked what you did back in the hotel room; I wanted you to do it. I wasn't really sleeping and then when you started to rub my tummy, the feeling was so nice down there, I just wanted to feel good for a while," Dylan explained.

As he told me, tears were running down my cheeks as I was both very sad for this boy but also falling in love with him. Not a sexual love, but a paternal one. I wanted to protect him; I wanted to make everything alright for him like he was one of my kids.

Wiping tears from my eyes, I said: "Buddy, I understand, and I want to be there to help you, but I hope you understand that I can't help you down there."

"Yeah, I understand," he said dejectedly.

"Can you talk to my mom please?"

"I will."

Chapter 3

We sat on that bench holding each other for what only seemed like a few minutes when in fact time had flown, and it was suddenly only 15 minutes before Dylan's mom was to pick him up from Town Hall.

"Hey buddy, we better get a move on, your mom will be here in 15 minutes," I said.

"OK, but remember you promised to talk to my mother about Alexi," he reminded me.

"I will, perhaps we can invite her to join us for the ice cream at the Plaza we planned on and have a conversation there?"

Dylan jumped up and exclaimed, "Yea, that is a great idea! Let's go!"

We walked hand in hand down Main Street USA and just as we were passing the Main Street Theatre, Dylan requested a piggyback ride and I obliged. I hoisted him on my shoulders without even stopping. Even though we are happy at the moment, we both know that we are about to part for the night and maybe forever.

As we approached the Town Hall, I did not see Dylan's mom or Alexi, so we found a bench to sit and wait. No sooner had we sat down we saw Alexi coming through the tunnel.

Dylan said, "Where is my mom and why is Alexi carrying my backpack?"

I stood up and intercepted Alexi. Dylan stayed put on the bench.

I stuck out my hand to shake his, and he rudely ignored it and said, "No time. I have an emergency, and I have been trying to reach Dylan all day and I am glad you are here!"

"Yeah, Dylan shorted out his phone on Splash Mountain. It got soaked and won't turn on," I explained.

"Figures, that kid is going to cost me even more money," Alexi grumbled and then said something in Russian that I could not understand, but his tone spoke volumes.

He got back on track and explained the emergency,

"Dylan's mother in the hospital, her appendix is about to rupture, and she is going to have surgery at midnight. I know this is a huge inconvenience, but is there any way you could keep Dylan overnight in your hotel room? His mother insists he should not come to the hospital and she won't let me leave him at our motel. I need to get back to her and I don't know what to do with the brat."

"First of all, don't call Dylan a brat! He is a wonderful boy, and you should consider yourself blessed to have a stepson as wonderful as that boy. I hope his mom is going to be ok, but I am not 100% comfortable having him stay the night with me. To begin, he has no PJ's, clean clothes and so on. Next, you guys don't know me at all, how could you leave him with somebody you don't know anything about?" I said.

"It's not my idea. If it were me, I would make him wait in the hospital lobby and be as miserable as I am. His mother insists that this emergency cannot spoil his trip. The doctor says that we got to the hospital in time and there is no real risk to the surgery, so she wants him to have a good time and not sit around worrying about her. As far as you are concerned, she wanted me to find you to ask if you could help, so we looked you up on the internet and read all about you, your family, your actor son, the fact you are a lawyer and a children's rights activist. Clearly, you aren't a fag, so what is the big deal?" Alexi stated.

"You looked me up and hoped you would find me at Walt Disney World?" I asked.

"Yes, my wife remembered your name and we even tried to call you at home from the information we found on Google. We left you a voicemail message by the way. She also remembered what hotel you were staying at and we left a message there too. If we didn't find you, then his majesty would just be sleeping in a hospital waiting room tonight."

"Alexi, you and I are going to have to have a man-to-man talk when your wife is better. I do not like you, I do not like that word, and I don't think you are treating Dylan in a way he deserves or that I think your wife would want you to," I said. "Yes, I will take him for the night, but I want to talk to your wife tomorrow as soon as she can take a call. I have a suite with two bedrooms, and I will be here for two nights, I can take him both nights IF she wants me to as I don't want him to have to be stuck with you."

"Suit yourself, but I have no intention of discussing my family with you or anyone else. Thanks for taking the kid, but you are doing his mother a favor and not me. I don't like you either, and I don't think a man-to-man talk is going to do much than end up in a fistfight," hissed Alexi. "Just say the word, and I will take the kid with me now, and we will both be happier not to have to speak again." I said nothing.

"Thought so," he said then took the backpack and pushed it into my chest, making me stumble back a bit.

"Here is the brat's, I mean the wonderful boys, clothes. His mother will call you tomorrow. She is at Celebration Hospital, and I have put a note with her and the boy's address and emergency information on it as well as my cell phone number. Text me your cell number and hotel room number so I can give them to her since Mr. Wonderful destroyed her phone."

I turned to check on Dylan who had not budged from the bench. I saw he had his knees up on the bench and his head buried in shame. By the convulsions he was displaying, I know he was crying.

"Maybe I won't have a man-to-man with you, perhaps instead I will ask CPS to have a discussion instead. I will send his mother the details to the hospital to make sure she gets them," I snarled in return.

Alexi broke back into Russian and punctuated it with "go fuck yourself," so loudly that bystander's heads whipped around to see what the commotion was and register their horror at such language in front of their children.

"Never mind people, nothing to see here. Go back to your fairies and pixie dust," he yelled even louder.

Two uniformed security guards started to approach him;

"I'm leaving, you cartoon cops can stand down," he yelled as he entered the tunnel under the Main Street Train station with the guards in pursuit.

I returned to Dylan, who at this point had two mothers sitting beside him trying to console him.

As I approached, I said, "Dylan, are you ok?"

"Oh Uncle Walt, thank you for making that mean man leave," Dylan said through tears as if he knew exactly how to de-escalate the situation and avoid questions as to why I was taking custody of this sobbing and distraught 12-year-old boy.

Dylan got up, took my hand and led me back into the park. As we walked, I turned to the two mothers still sitting on the bench trying to process the scene.

I yelled back, "Thank you for looking after my nephew," and I waved and turned back to Dylan and said, "You are pretty clever, let's discuss this over our ice cream."

Dylan was still recovering, the tears had stopped, but he still sobbed a bit.

"I don't know what is going on but where is my mom, is she ok? Was she just too drunk to come?" he asked.

"Yes, she is ok. I will explain over a sundae, I need to calm down too," I said as I tried to will my heart rate to slow down and body to stop shaking.

The 'too drunk' comment concerned me, but I just filed that away until later. Like an onion, this entire situation had many layers and I needed to deal with one at a time.

As we got to the Plaza Ice Cream Parlor, there was no lineup, so we were able to go right up and order our desserts. We both ordered All American Sundaes, took them and sat at a table outside of the Plaza Restaurant. Most people were on their way out for the night, and we were the only ones in the seating area except for several ducks who were looking for food on the ground.

Dylan sat and looked at me not touching his sundae. I know he was worried and confused. I took a deep breath and started.

"First of all, your mother is ok. She is in the hospital and needs her appendix removed. They are doing the operation soon," I explained as I watched Dylan's face turn white. "This is a minor operation, I have had it done. They were lucky they got to the hospital before it was a real emergency. She is ok and is not in any danger."

Dylan remained silent and just stared at me.

"But, she needs it done now, and she will be in the hospital for two nights to get better."

Dylan still stared blankly at me; silent tears started to stream down his face.

"Dylan, she is going to be ok. I would not lie to you. As I said, I had the surgery, and my son had it too. She will be on medication and will not feel anything. She will walk out in two days and be back to normal," I continued to explain.

Dylan silently got up, moved to where I was sitting and crawled on my lap and started to sob again.

This kid is breaking my heart. Why does he have to have so much misery at 12? Life isn't fair, and I held and rocked him as I kept repeating in a soothing voice, "Everything is ok. You are ok, and your mother will be fine."

We sat like this for a few minutes as I watched our sundaes melt before us, but they weren't important, only reassuring Dylan mattered at this time.

***

Dylan stopped crying, and his sobs ended, but he remained in my lap with his arms around my neck. I saw from the corner of my eye the staff looking at the scene and then picked up a phone at the restaurant host stand. A sense of panic came over me; I am not sure why, but I was sure that they were calling security. About 10 minutes passed, and two cast members appeared at the host station, they chatted, pointed at us. One stepped through a door and called to someone as yet unseen.

Out walked Mickey Mouse and he and his cast assistant walked over to us. Mickey got down on a knee and patted Dylan's head. Dylan looked up and saw Mickey, jumped off my lap and ran over and hugged the giant mouse. Mickey hugged him and patted his back.

Mickey's cast assistant, Shawna according to her cast tag, spoke to Dylan, "Mickey heard that you were upset tonight and wanted to come to make sure you are ok. What is your name sweetheart?"

"I'm Dylan, and this is my uncle Walt," Dylan said.

When Mickey heard my name, he jumped up and bowed to me, started silently clapping and jumping around.

"Not that Walt, Mickey," Walt said and Mickey did his aw-shucks hand gesture and mimed laughing.

Two Plaza cast members came forward, one cleaned the melted sundaes, and the other replaced them with The Kitchen Sink Sundaes. There was more ice cream in those desserts than I can eat in a year! Mickey high fived the cast member that delivered the sundaes, offered a high five to Dylan that he gladly accepted and then waved and walked backstage. It was just Dylan and me, two huge sundaes and a lot of ducks looking for a snack.

Dylan sat back in his chair, had a smile from ear to ear and explained, "That was amazing and look at these sundaes."

"Let's dig in before they melt," I said and took a big spoonful of ice cream.

"Walt, why did Alexi leave without me and when can I see my mom?"

"Buddy, your mom told Alexi to make sure your Disney trip was not interrupted and does not want you to come to the hospital or stay at your motel alone. She asked if I could keep you for the night. We will both talk to your mother when she is awake tomorrow. Alexi was pretty rude to me, and we had a bit of a disagreement, so he left. So, it's just you and me kiddo. Is this going to be ok with you?" I asked.

Dylan froze dramatically with his spoon an inch from his mouth and stared at me as a smile spread across his face.

He jumped up on his chair and yelled, "YES! THAT IS VERY OK WITH ME!!"

Again, heads snapped around in judgment at the loud and boisterous boy, and I turned several shades of red while Dylan kept saying "YES YES YES!"

Dylan regained his composure, sat back down and proceeded to eat about half the sundae as I picked through about a quarter of mine before I felt like a beached whale!

"What are we going to do now Uncle Walt," he asked with a big grin on his face.

"I feel like I need a long walk to work off the ice cream. It's Extra Magic Hours at EPCOT, let's take the monorail over there and walk around and see the world!" I suggested, and Dylan jumped up, grabbed my hand and dragged me to the exit.

Extra Magic Hours are added to the beginning or end of the day at one park at a time. Today it was an evening at Epcot. This time is reserved for Disney Resort guests only, and they tend to be very quiet with walk-on ride access and zero crowds. We had to take the monorail to the Ticket and Transportation Centre and then the Epcot Monorail to Epcot. Getting into the park was a bit of an issue as Dylan was technically a day guest and was not registered to my room. A quick visit to Guest Services and clever excuse and he was added to my account, I paid for the extra admission, and we were all set.

***

The monorails were both crowded, so there was no horny boy antics on the trains, but once we got into EPCOT, I cannot say the same thing. We took the Friendship Boat from the Canada Pavilion to the dock at the Morocco pavilion on the other side of the lagoon. We were at the back of the boat, and there were no other guests on the boat. Both crew members were busy talking to each other at the front and not paying any attention to us. Dylan took that opportunity to be naughty. He was seated at the window, and I was beside him.

Without me suspecting a thing, he had slipped off his sandals, raised his butt off the seat and pulled his shorts right off and handed them to me with a cheeky little smile. Fortunately, he kept his underwear on, but here I was in an awkward compromising position with a 12-year-old boy, alone in his underwear. He knew I had to remain calm, so that is why he did it. To be fair, it was dark, there were no guests on the boat except us, and he kept his briefs on so there was no real risk, but it was constant horny behavior I found concerning and I had no idea what was coming. The boy seemed to have no boundaries, and he was using his body to get the attention he desired – whether that attention was actually sexual or just plain old desire to be close to a fellow human that he seemed to lack.

Quietly I asked Dylan, "please put your shorts back on!"

Dylan whispered back, "We have about 10 minutes, please rub my boner for a couple of minutes, and I will put them back on. You can just do it over my underwear."

I said nothing, did not move and stared at him with a look of panic.

"Please, I really want you to," he said as he climbed up on my lap without an invitation.

"What are you doing? Is this really necessary," I stammered as I slid over to where he was sitting by the window to get away from the aisle to help hide Dylan's state of partial undress.

"Please Walt," he whispered, and he took my hand and pushed it onto on his underwear covered boy package.

He was, once again, hard as a rock and he moved my hand back and forth over the fabric-covered tube of hard boy penis while he repeatedly flexed it under my hand. As he did that, he moaned quietly closed his eyes and rested his head back on my shoulder. I alternated looks at Dylan and the two cast members – the pilot and his mate who were paying no attention at all to their two lone passengers.

"OK Dylan, let go of my hand, I will take over, but this is a real problem for me," I quietly whispered into his ear that was inches from my mouth. I started by tracing the outline of his penis and testicles with a very light touch. I ran my fingers down between his legs as he separated them to let my hands dip as far as I can to trace over his taint. I ran back up to where his scrotum started where I found a tight sack. I lightly found each ball that was the size of a large marble, which leads me to believe that he is in the midst of puberty.

"Oh Gawd Walt, that feels so good," he moaned.

Dylan was clearly in ecstasy as he moaned, oohed and awed as I continued to work on his scrotum and testicles. He was thrusting into my fingers as I teased him with very soft and subtle ministrations.

While he was enjoying this attention, I too was rock hard and feeling very turned on by this cute little boy, his reactions as well as the dangerous and risky circumstances that we were engaging in.

Dylan started to squirm, and I moved my hand to work on his penis. He was 4.5" [ 11 cm ] long I would guess and as thick as my middle finger. As I ran my finger back and forth along the cotton covered underside, he whispered that it felt like he had to pee. I assured him that he didn't and started to jack his penis through his briefs.

He was starting to breathe quickly now, almost panting. He was going to have an orgasm, and I was super excited myself. I have never experienced such an erotic thing in my life; I felt like I was going to cum myself without even touching my penis.

I glanced out the window and sensed we only had only a short time left. "Dylan, we are almost at the dock, I am going to stop now," I said.

He breathed "nooooo," and pulled the front of his underwear down and exposed his bare penis and testicles to me.

Realizing he was not going to let me stop unless he had his release, I took hold of his naked flesh and jacked it. I slowed for a moment and rubbed his frenulum, a personal favorite of mine, and he went nuts and started to wiggle in my lap. I was rubbing his penis and rubbed his tummy under his shirt. His boyhood seemed to get bigger and harder as he kept humping my hand as I masturbated him through his Mickey underwear.

"I am going to have an orgasm, Walt. Keep doing that, but go faster. Mmmmmm. Oh my Gawd, Oh my Gawd, Oh my Gawd," he whispered into my ear as I continued to expertly jack him off, twist his glans just a tiny bit and then down again.

I moved my free hand down and started to rub his pubis, feeling the soft skin and the base of his penis as I lightly tweaked it as my other hand kept up with jack-up, glans twist, jack down again.

I felt my own penis react under his and he ground into it sending electrical shock waves of pure pleasure through my own body.

I switched hands, and with the previous jacking hand, I reached between his legs and poked my finger into his cloth-covered bum crack. I ran my finger from that crack up his taint and grabbed his ball sack and lightly tugged on them causing his penis to twitch, his bum to gyrate against my penis in my pants and his moaning and cute little noises to increase giving me evidence that he was absolutely enjoying my attention.

"Sorry Walt, but I have to do this," he said, and then without further ado, he reached down, lifted his butt and pulled his underwear down and swung his legs around to remove it completely! I was freaking out but was totally into this crazy scene. I glanced forward to the crew, and they were not looking back or paying any attention, but they were slowing the boat as we approached Morocco. All the while, I kept jacking him off with one hand rubbing his scrotum and boy testicles with the other.

***

Here was the picture. I was seated by the window of the Friendship boat. On my lap is a 12-year-old boy naked from the waist down. He has a solid nail-like erection, and I am molesting his body in public. Jacking his adorable penis while caressing his most intimate areas with my other hand. He was gyrating and bouncing on my lap, and it was all I could do to not ejaculate in my pants. It was a scene that will play out in jack off fantasies until the day I die. It was hot, so damned hot, and I was so turned on by this kid and the danger of the situation.

"Are you almost done tiger," I quietly whispered to him.

"I feel like I am going to pee, but it feels so good… I don't want you to stop," he hissed.

"Let it happen, just let go and let it happen," I said.

As I said that, I felt his testicles being sucked up into his body as he exclaimed "awwwwwww" as the boat motor's reversed thrust blocked the volume of his lustful exclamation. His hard nail of a penis started to pulse, and I kept pumping so he could have his release and enjoy the most wonderful feeling in the world.

As much as I try to suppress my desire for boys, I love helping a boy experience a mind-blowing orgasm. I try so hard to stay away from these situations, but it is like I am a magnet for horny tween boys looking for a chance to get their rocks off. It is a bonus when I truly feel for the boy as well. As much as my brain was saying no earlier, my heart and my crotch were both screaming YES!

I was doing my best to not 'cream my shorts,' while suddenly I felt his biggest dick spasm yet and felt a small dribble of liquid on my fingers. He was grunting now with each pulse of his penis. Fortunately, the sounds continued to be drowned out by the reversing boat motor. The little guy ejaculated, and by the looks of the premature clean semen, it is likely a very new experience.

His body went limp, his eyes remained closed, and he had the nicest smile on his face.

"Um Dylan, have you ever had an orgasm before? Have you ever squirted before?"

"Yea, I have had orgasms, but nothing like that one – it was incredible. But no squirting, I can't cum yet," he whispered as he regained his grip on reality.

I said, "Look down at my hand."

I was still gripping and lightly masturbating his hard little dick, he looked down and noticed the liquid on my fingers.

"Did I…?" he asked as I cut him off.

"Yup," I said. "Now get your shorts on, we have about thirty seconds before we will be in the dock and showing the cast your privates."

He slipped off my lap and grabbed his underwear.

I said, "no time, just put your shorts on and free ball it."

I took his cute little Mickey Mouse briefs, wiped my fingers on them as he put his shorts on. I stuffed the underwear in my pocket as he put his sandals on. These innocent little boy briefs now had both my semen from earlier and now Dylan's new juice as well. Maybe I will hold on to them as a souvenir.

***

Just as he slipped his last sandal on, the pre-recorded announcement played telling us we have arrived and we could now depart. I adjusted my still hard penis and tucked it under my underwear band to try and hide my state of arousal. We were both ready and got up, and walked to the front to disembark.

As we approached the crew, they were saying goodnight, and Dylan stopped, shook the captain's hand and said: "That was the most pleasurable boat ride I have ever had."

The captain thanked Dylan, looked up at me and said, "What a polite son you have."

We walked off the boat and up into the Morocco pavilion.

Dylan said, "Now I have to pee," and we went in search of a washroom.

We followed the alluring aroma of funnel cakes and walked over to the American pavilion and found a washroom. We both went in, and each took a urinal and relieved ourselves and remained silent. I think Dylan was expecting me to be mad at him.

As we were washing our hands, I turned to Dylan and said, "You are a nice kid. You are as cute as they come. But you are dangerous. Very, very dangerous."

Dylan, assuming I was joking, laughed. I snickered too, but I was serious and decided to leave it there. The reality is that he may be dangerous, but I was not helping at all. My behavior was reckless, but this boy is having such an effect on me.

"Walt, thank you."

"I mean it, thank you for the boat ride, for being my friend and taking care of me. This has been the best day of my life. I am at Disney; I met you, I had my first…. Um… you know what and most of all, I feel like you love me." He reached out and hugged me tightly

I wrapped my arms around him and said "You are very welcome, buddy. I do love you, and I am so glad that we met but you know with that boat ride, we are even. We can't do that stuff anymore, right?"

Just then, another man entered the washroom with a boy about the same age as Dylan. They paid no attention to us.

Dylan looked at me and said "we'll see," and walked out of the washroom with me in tow.

As if to bring me back to reality, my phone rang… it was my son wanting to Facetime with me.

Chapter 4

"Dylan, I will explain later but I need to take this call in private. Just sit here at the fountain and don't move… please!" I implored Dylan as I dashed to the near the gift store out of his range.

It's not that he doesn't know I have kid's, it is just going to lead to too many questions if Randy, my son, sees me with a strange boy. I pushed connect and Randy's smiling face came into view.

"Hi daddy!" my boy exclaimed when he saw me.

"Heya buddy, how is New York?" I asked.

"It's great, we have one more day of the shoot and then we have a surprise for you."

"I love surprises, what is it," I asked.

"Mommy and I are coming to join you at Disney World!" Randy exclaimed!

I tried not to show it, but those words sent a wave of terror through my body as I suspected that Dylan was still going to be staying with me and now my wife and son are going to complicate matters. How was I going to explain the situation? How was I going to deal with Dylan, who seems to always be 'randy' and my son Randy at the same time?

"Wow, that is awesome news buddy! I can't wait. When will you be here?" I asked trying to look excited.

Don't get me wrong, I love my boy and my wife and any other time I would be ecstatic, but the extra complication of Dylan has me trying to figure out how to make this work without making my son jealous of hanging out with another boy, making my wife suspicious of my motives for having a strange boy in my room and then the entire issue of how I was going to deal with Dylan's mother and step-father when they came to claim the boy.

"Mom is taking a pee, she can tell you when she gets out of the washroom. I have other great news too!" he almost screamed as he swung the phone down his naked body to reveal his penis and pubis on the screen.

"Randy! What the heck are you doing and why are you naked?" I asked as I glanced around to see if there were any bystanders to see the naked genitals of a young boy on my phone.

"Look! I have a hair!" Randy exclaimed. "Look, see, right here! I noticed it when I got out of the shower a few minutes ago."

I burst out laughing at the absurd scene. My 10, almost 11, year old son was Facetiming his naked penis and pubis trying to show me his first pubic hair.

"Ok buddy, that is amazing, you are growing up," I said.

Just then I heard his mother yell, "Randy what are you doing!! Stop that right now!!"

"I'm showing dad I got my first hair on my dink!" he said, beaming his pride and excitement.

I could not stop laughing at the scene unfolding on my phone.

"Sweetie, you could wait to show daddy when we see him the day after tomorrow," his mother said in a tone that was trying to be serious as she too was trying to stifle laughter.

"This is important and dad needs to see it now!" Randy exclaimed.

This was clearly a major moment in my boy's life and, as ridiculous as the situation was, I decided I would discuss the appropriateness of displaying his genitals on a phone, even to his father, later and not spoil his big news.

Dylan was walking toward me when he heard my laughter and was smiling wanting to get in on the joke. He stood away and was mouthing "what's so funny?" I held up a finger to say stay there and wait a moment. He stood patiently.

"Randy, I can't see the hair but you can show me when you get here," I said.

Just as the words came out of my mouth, my wife's hand came into view and picked up the hair off the base mound of his penis.

"Mom! Why did you pull it out!"

He dropped the phone and I was watching the scene unfold from the floor looking up at the two of them.

His mother burst into a fit of laughter, hugged her naked son and said, "It's not your hair! It wasn't attached to you, it was just sitting there," she said. "Sorry sweetie, you are still my little boy for a while longer," she said and released Randy.

Suddenly, she must have realized what had likely happened.

"Oh my God, you must have got it from the towel when you dried off!! Ewwww, it's some strangers' pube!!!! Get back in the shower NOW!" Mom screamed as they both ran into the bathroom.

"Hello! I am still here!!" I yelled into the phone.

They left the phone on and went into the bathroom to shower Randy again. I pressed disconnect and sent a text asking for their travel details.

I sat for a second to process the bizarre call. Randy walked over still smiling and wanting in on the joke. I explained what happened, leaving out the sudden travel plans.

"Oh man, that is gross. Getting some stranger's pubic hair on you is disgusting. Your son must be upset, I know how important a first penis hair is, I check for mine every day," Dylan said.

"Does he show you his dick all the time?" Dylan asked with a big smirk on his face.

"We are a pretty open family, we see each other naked all the time. It really is no big deal in our house and we talk about puberty and sex stuff with our kids," I said.

"Does he have a cute penis like mine," Dylan teased.

"I am not answering that," I said.

"I wish I saw it. Do you have any pictures?" Dylan joked.

"Um…. No." I responded.

In fact, I did have several pictures of Randy nude as well as the ones I took earlier in the day of Dylan. I am ashamed, but I use Randy's sleeping nudes to jack off to when I get boy horny. It helps me from perving on my sons or other boys. I was adding Dylan to the collection to add some variety. I guess you can call them a cure for boy lust. I know I have this predilection, but I work hard to avoid acting on it.

"Did he have a boner?" Dylan asked.

"Stop asking questions about my son's penis!" I quietly scolded him.

It is becoming clear this kid has a one-track mind!

"Come on Walt, what is the big deal. I know you like boys. I'll tell you a secret… so do I. Just tell me if your son had a boner when he was showing you his dick," he asked again.

"Fine, yes he did," I relented. "I don't like talking about my son this way."

"It's just a little penis. You adults are so weird about penises and nudity," Dylan said as he rolled his eyes.

"Just like my mother. She is super freaked out by nudity. She makes me wear a t-shirt when I swim so perverts don't rape me," he said.

I laughed at that, assuming he was exaggerating.

"I am not joking! She won't even let me walk around in my underwear at home when we are alone. I slipped in the shower one day when I was 10, got a big bump on the head and was crying. My mom came in and saw me naked on the floor of the tub and turned around and held out a towel and asked me to cover myself before she would help!"

"Well, every family is different, I guess. She is not wrong about perverts though, you are a very good-looking boy and I guarantee that you would have more than a few girls, and men, ogling you even if just topless," I said to try and sound supportive of his, obviously repressed, mother.

"I just feel uncomfortable about talking about my kid's in that way," I replied trying to get off of this topic.

"You just told me your family was open about these things. Now your son having a boner is a big deal?" Dylan laughed.

"Enough about penises, pubes and perverts; let's go and do some rides!" I said.

***

This has always been an internal dilemma for me. As I said before, I do have a thing for boys and Randy is no exception. I just do whatever I can to keep it away from my family. I wish I could just turn the boy lover switch off because I know that in society, we boy lovers are as accepted as serial killers.

Both of my boys are wonderful, but my 12-year-old Aaron, who I love deeply, has never piqued my sexual interest for some reason. However, cuddly, affectionate and cute as a bug Randy was a different story. Other than admiring his cute naked body on the frequent occasions when he wanders around at home naked and whacking off to secretly taken pics, I have never really sexually touched Randy or any of my kids.

Now that I am thinking about it, there was one incident with Randy that almost got out of control. It happened only a few days ago. It was not intentionally sexual, but it was borderline from my perspective. It happened last Sunday when my wife and older kids were at Church. Randy had not been feeling well so he stayed home and I stayed with him.

We were watching cartoons in my bed and Randy was snuggled up to me as we watched Phineas and Ferb. The show ended and I announced I was going to have my shower, got up and headed into the master bathroom. I started the shower to warm it up and was shaving when Randy came in. He wanted to take a shower with me so I told him to strip out of his PJ's and get started. This was a pretty common occurrence.

We had a routine, I would wash his hair and back and he would do the rest while I washed. I finished up my routine and opened the door to our double shower stall and walked in. Randy was sitting on the floor and stood up as I entered. I saw he was half hard and I assumed that he had been fiddling with his penis before I got in. I washed his hair and back and went to hand him the soap so he could do his body like he usually does.

"Daddy, you forgot my bum," he said.

"That's not how we do it, Randy, you know that. I did your hair and back and the rest is up to you. You are almost 11 and you can wash yourself," I responded.

I did not want to be rubbing my hands all over his wet and glistening body while I am naked too.

"Please daddy, you haven't washed me since I was little. Please wash me all over," he pleaded.

He looked like he was going to cry. This was clearly very important to him.

"Fine, Randy," I relented.

I started from the top of his body and had him close his mouth and eyes tightly, soaped up my hands and then used them to wash his face and neck.

"OK, keep your eyes closed and go under the water," I ordered.

With hair and face done, I moved to his shoulders and told him to raise his arms and ran the bar of soap under his hairless armpits which caused him to giggle and squirm. I kept moving to do each arm, hands, fingers, then time for a rinse.

Moving to his sides I soaped them up and turned him around to do his cute bubble butt. Like when I did his face, I soaped up my hands and then rubbed them over his mounds. They were so soft and I was getting lost in the moment. I soaped up my hand again and started to clean his bum crack. Looking back at it, I was making quick work of his cleaning until I started on his backside. I realize that I was more caressing than cleaning as I slowly washed his crack, ran over his cute little pucker down to his taint and back up, 20-30 times. It was absolutely the cleanest that bum crack has ever been for sure.

"Daddy, that feels nice and my penis is all hard," Randy said innocently.

That snapped me back to reality and I kneeled down and cleaned his legs and had him lift each foot to wash them and his little toes.

"Aww, can you do my bum again," he asked.

"No son, it is all done. Now turn around and let's get finished."

As you can imagine, I was hard as a nail and my heart was beating like a drum. I stayed crouched down and bent forward slightly to hide my erection from my little boy. As his body turned, I saw that his penis was also rock hard.

"Look, Daddy, I have a spring in my penis," Randy said as he pulled down his boner and let it spring back up to stand at attention.

"That happens to all boys and men, let's finish up now."

I reached up and started to wash his chest while his hands were at his sides. His hard-little spike was a couple of inches [ 5 cm ] from my face as I now sat on the shower stall floor and washing his chest. Once again, I soaped up my hands and used them to wash my boy. Over the chest and a couple of circles around his tiny nipples, down to his tummy and his innie belly button and the surrounding smooth, hairless, blemish-free skin.

All that was left was the front of his legs, his inside thighs, his pubis, scrotum, and penis. After reaching the beltline, I skipped over his bathing suit zone and washed the fronts of his legs to his feet.

I was now faced with the last parcel of real estate, his inner thighs up to his beltline. I was still hard, heart beating like a rabbit, breathing funny and I froze.

"Buddy, can you do the rest? Nobody should touch your private parts except you," I asked.

"No, I need you to do it. This is the best part!" Randy said.

"When mommy used to do it, it felt so good. She won't do it anymore saying I was too big to be having my mommy wash my privates. She didn't say I was too old for my daddy to do it," Randy reasoned with me.

My heart and big head were saying NO and my little head was saying YES! In for a dollar…

Once again, I soaped up my hands and went to work on his inner thighs. I worked up and down and as I approached his pubis, I asked him to spread his legs so I could wash all his creases. His state of arousal was not subsiding and neither was mine.

I soaped my hands and went to work starting above his penis cleaning carefully back and forth to each leg crease. As I did this, his penis was pulsing with his heartbeat and was grazing the back of my hand. Each time I washed past his dick, it jumped. I looked up and saw his eyes closed and mouth agape making little and almost inaudible "uh, uh, uh," sounds… very cute. He was clearly enjoying this but I needed to end it before it goes too far.

I soaped my hands again, his eyes shot open to see what I was doing. This time I washed his scrotum. His little grape size testicles were tight against his body and his sack tight. I cleaned down to his taint where I left off when I was doing his bum earlier. He was now moaning and seemed to be wobbling I moved around him so I could hold him up as I finished. I had cleaned his sack, taint, inner thighs, and his entire pubis and leg creases. The only part not scrubbed was his adorable little penis.

His penis was still impossibly hard, about 3.5" [ 9 cm ] from mound to tip. He is circumcised like myself and his brother Aaron so I could clearly see his purple glans swelling with his excitement. I had stopped and was staring at his package.

He opened his eyes, looked down at his penis and back up and me and just whispered "Please."

I soaped my hands, put my arm around him to hold him up and started to clean his cute little penis. My cleaning was essentially masturbation as I rubbed up and down with the slippery soap, dipped down and washed his balls again and came back up and repeated. He was panting now and trembling. My heart was pounding and his penis pulsing.

"Daddy, this is so nice. It is so much better than when I do it myself," Randy said breathlessly.

He started to do what seems to be a natural instinct for all males and was humping my hand as I jacked him off, cleaning his dink.

"Honey, we're home," my wife yelled from downstairs.

I immediately pulled away from Randy, told him to rinse, jumped out of the shower, threw on my robe, lay down on the bed and picked up my book from my nightstand just as she walked through the door.

"How is Randy?" she asked.

"He seems ok, he is in the shower now," I said.

She walked in the bathroom without knocking, I heard the door to the shower opening and heard Randy scream "MOMMY!"

"Sorry sweetie!" she yelled back as the shower door closed and she came out of the bathroom bright red and quietly giggling.

"Our baby is in there playing with himself. I guess I had better knock from now on," she said.

"You know, boys will be boys," I said; my heart pounding as I was realizing how close I was to being caught.

"You boys are always playing with your junk," she laughed.

She reached down to my crotch and grabbed my hard penis through the robe and said, "You too eh." She was laughing as she left the room not suspecting a thing.

Just as the bedroom door closed, Randy came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist dripping wet.

"Ready to finish Daddy," as he dropped his towel to display his yet hard penis.

"Sorry buddy, that shouldn't have happened and is not going to happen again. You are officially in charge of cleaning your own boy parts from now on and you can never tell anyone about this… ever!"

"Aww, that sucks," pouted Randy.

"Promise me…," I said.

"Fine, I promise." He picked up the towel and walked out of the room naked to his room and slammed the door.

***

I promised then and there that I would never take a chance like that again and stroked out a powerful and mind-blowing cum with six powerful shots, one hitting my chin. Not bad for an old man, I thought to myself. The rest of the day was great, Randy returned to normal and nothing was said about it again. The only thing I was noticing was that Randy seemed to spend a lot more time in the washroom and I saw sheets moving up and down every night when I went to tuck him in at bedtime, stopping when he saw me as we shared a knowing smile.

The Facetime show and Dylan's questions were just too uncomfortable, especially in light of my current heightened arousal with my new horn-dog friend and the accidental incident at shower time with Randy less than a week ago.

***

Meanwhile, back at EPCOT Dylan and I had a long and nice walk to Future World. I let him pick a ride.

"Let's do Ellen's Energy Adventure," Dylan said.

"Sure, let's do it," I said while wondering silently why he picked the most boring ride in Epcot!

As we came into the building, we had a short wait and then the pre-ride video started. Dylan was howling at the corny jokes and I took a moment to check my messages. There was one from my wife:

Sorry about that honey. That was incredibly gross, the hotel is moving us to a new clean room in a few minutes. I think poor Randy is traumatized!

We arrive at Orlando Airport the day after tomorrow on Southwest Airlines at 2:30 pm. I will take a cab to the hotel, I don't want you to have to drive all the way there and back. Mom and dad know we are extending our trip and are excited to spend more time with the kids – we will need to extend the room booking a couple of days.

Randy doesn't know it yet, but the real reason we are coming out is that he has been called for a chemistry audition at Hollywood Studios for a Disney Channel show! I am very excited, but playing it cool. His agent thinks he will get the role and it is a big one too! I'll call you in the morning when we get to set. Love you!

That is very exciting. Randy was born to act and I knew it was just a matter of time before he booked a big role. I am so proud of him.

"Let's go Walt, time to board! Woo hoo, I love Ellen!!" This kid is so cute.

If you have been on this ride you would know it is very long and fairly boring. The prehistoric jungle scene has some cool animatronics, but it goes on and on. I have been known to fall asleep on this ride but will try and stay awake to enjoy it with Dylan.

As we approached the train, Dylan was heading towards the car that was totally empty. Worried about where that could lead, I ruined his plan by directing him to a car that had six other guests. No way was I going through a 20-minute dark ride with Mr. Horn Dog. There are cameras in here and I did not need his antics on tape!

"I know why you did that you know," he said and playfully slugged me.

With that, the ride started and we were off. We sat and watched the show movie. 'Stupid Judy… Stupid Energy'. That line from Ellen when playing Jeopardy in the show films cracks me up every time.

Chapter 5

We got through Ellen's Energy Adventure and what I expected to be a boring ride was fun with a first-timer. Dylan was enthusiastic from beginning to end and that made the ride experience enjoyable. Even the prehistoric animatronics delighted him. Dylan was snuggled up to me for the entire ride and was appropriate from beginning to end.

"That was awesome Walt, how long before Epcot closes?" he asked as we were getting out of our seats and walking back into Future World.

"We have until midnight, so we have to keep moving to get as many rides in as possible," I said as Dylan grabbed my hand and dragged me to Mission Space.

"I guess we are going to Mission Space?" I said sarcastically but enjoying his enthusiasm.

We had so much fun running from ride to ride and walking on without line-ups due to it being Extra Magic Hours. By the time the park was closing, we managed to also squeeze in Test Track, Journey into Imagination (and he has been singing that ride's theme song all night), Soaring, and Spaceship Earth. Dylan was the perfect touring buddy.

After exciting Spaceship Earth, the park was closing and as we walked towards the Monorail station, we doubled back and popped into Mouse Gears, the massive Epcot Disney Store filled with all sorts of Disney Branded Merchandise. Dylan was bouncing from shelf to shelf looking at everything and was basically in Disney fan heaven.

"What are you going to get Tiger, they are going to close soon too," I said.

"I don't have any money left."

"I didn't ask how much money you had, I asked what you were going to get. Go ahead and choose something… anything… my treat."

"THANK YOU, WALT," he exclaimed as a cast member heard and replied, "Yes indeed, thank you, Walt Disney."

We both giggled and Dylan started to really shop. He picked out a Mickey plush doll, a classic Walt Disney World opening day t-shirt, a pair of Donald Duck boxer briefs and a Monsters Inc. onesie pajama.

"Is this too much, I can put some back," Dylan asked so cutely… he had no intention of putting anything back.

"No Tiger, you can have it all. I get a discount with my annual pass," I replied.

"Well then, I should get more if you get a discount. Just kidding…," Dylan joked.

We went to the cash register and paid for our stuff and headed towards the Monorail.

Dylan's head was swiveling from side to side, looking at all the sights with this massive smile on his face. As wonderful as a Disney Park is during the day, they are a sight to behold at night with the beautiful illumination. This was not being lost on Dylan.

"This place is so pretty at night. It is more beautiful than I imagined. Thank you again, Uncle Walt," Dylan said as he grabbed my hand and put it around his shoulder.

We looked like father and son strolling through the park and we were both happy and content.

As we passed Spaceship Earth again it just dawned on me that I now have to deal with being alone with the boy in my room. I hadn't really thought that through. How was I going to get through this night without horny Dylan trying to get me to 'play' and how was I going to resist devouring his cute and gorgeous body once back at the Contemporary.

I looked down at Dylan hoping I would see a sleepy little boy struggling to keep his eyes open but instead he looked like he was wide awake and ready for more!

"Where are we going now, Uncle Walt?" Dylan asked.

"Why are you calling me Uncle Walt now?" I asked.

"I like to call you uncle. Makes me feel like we are more than friends, we are like family. Also, that is what people used to call Walt Disney back in the '60s and I think that if he were alive, he would be just like you. Kind, caring and fun," Dylan responded.

"Ok, Uncle Walt it is, Nephew Dylan. As for what we are going to do now, I think everything is closed so we should head to the hotel. We can go to Captain Cooks at the Poly first if you are hungry."

"Can we get a snack from room service?" Dylan asked.

"Sure, I guess. What do you think you want?" I asked.

"I want a hot dog and milk," the boy replied.

I hope that was an innocent food request and not some kind of sexual come on. Man, I have a dirty mind.

***

We arrived at the Monorail station just as the train arrived. The cast member said our timing was perfect as it was the last Epcot train of the night and it looked it. Nobody got off and we were the only ones to get on. We boarded and took our seats and the cast member chatted with us while the pilot left the cab, presumably to go to the washroom.

"Where are you guys from," Remi from Montreal, the cast member asked.

"Michigan," I responded and glanced at Dylan to make it clear he was not to reply with his home state so as not to raise questions. Dylan started to speak "pouvez-vous parler français."

"Oui. es-tu jeune français?" Remi replied.

"Non, je viens de l'apprendre pour pouvoir aller un jour à Disneyland Paris," Dylan replied.

"Génial. Eh bien, vous avez une nuit magique," Remi said as he left the car just as the pilot walked by and signaled, they were ready to go.

"You are full of surprises. Let me get this straight, you learned how to speak French, fluently, so you can go to Disneyland Paris?" I asked, astonished at what I heard.

I understand French, but my ability to speak is so bad that I avoid even trying.

"Parlez-vous français aussi?" Dylan asked.

"No, but I do understand it," I replied as the doors closed. The Monorail started up and the PA system immediately started up.

"Please stand clear of the doors. Por favor manténgase alejado de las puertas."

"Welcome aboard the Walt Disney World Monorail System. We're traveling to the Transportation and Ticket Center. For those of you standing, please hold onto the handrails throughout our journey, and stay clear of the doors. For the comfort of others, no smoking, please. Thank you."

"The spirit of Epcot has guided the design of all 28,000 acres of the Walt Disney World Resort. You'll find the application of leading-edge technology evident throughout, as we demonstrate our philosophy: if you can dream it, you can do it."

Dylan snuggled up to me and asked if he could sit on my lap. He promised no funny business, just a cuddle between Uncle and Nephew. I agreed. He climbed up and sat sideways with his feet on the seat. He just melted into me as we silently glided along the monorail beam for the 15-minute trip back to the TTC. He was true to his word and we just enjoyed the closeness, the peace and the movement of the train.

"Uncle Walt, remember when I said I love you earlier. I really meant it. I really love you. I wish you were my dad and I wish we could be together always," Dylan said.

I am glad it was dark in the train as my eyes started to leak and I simply said, "You are a very special boy Dylan and I love you too."

He shifted, put his arms around my neck and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. Not some kinky pornographic kiss, a sweet little kiss of affection that a father and son might share. He rested his head on my shoulder, closed his eyes and quietly started singing that darn song again, again and again!

Imagination, imagination.

A dream can be a dream come true.

With just that spark, in me and you.

We pulled into the Ticket and Transportation Centre and had to switch trains to the resort loop. As we got our seats, the same man and son from the washroom at Epcot got on with us.

"Hey, nice to see you again," the man said.

"Sorry, I don't…," I started to say.

"They walked into the washroom at the American Pavilion at Epcot as we were leaving Uncle Walt," Dylan said.

"Your nephew has a good memory!" the man said.

"He sure does," I replied.

"Where are you guys off to?" the man inquired.

"Back to our hotel."

"Where are you guys staying?"

"The Contemporary."

"That is where we are staying too!" the man said.

"You should come up to our room and check it out. It is a huge suite! We could all get a snack from room service," Dylan said.

"Can we dad? I am not tired. Please?" the boy said.

"If it's ok with Uncle Walt, but only for a little while," the man said.

"Sure, that would be nice. I am Walt Furman by the way."

"Rob Masters and this is my son Ryan. Pleased to meet you. Where you guys from?"

"We are from Michigan, you?" Dylan replied.

"Alaska," Ryan responded. My dad is a pilot with Alaska Airlines."

"Wow, a pilot that is so cool! What kind of planes do you fly?" Dylan asked.

"Mostly Airbus A320's. My main route is Anchorage to Orlando. My boy here sometimes flies down with me when I have a few days off and we hang out in Disney. We are kind of Disney nuts," Rob said with a chuckle.

"I am so jealous," Dylan said.

Dylan moved across the car and started to talk with Ryan about stuff that 12-year-old Disney nerds talk about just as my phone rang.

"Hello, Walt Furman," I answered.

A voice on the other end of the phone started to speak, "My name is Rhonda Shultz and I am a social worker at Celebration Hospital. I understand you are acting as guardian for Dylan Butler, the son of Teresa Petrov."

"Yes, I am, is everything all right?" I asked.

"Is Dylan with you now and can he hear this conversation?" Rhonda asked.

"Yes and no," I replied.

"Mrs. Petrov is in surgery right now. There has been a complication and there are additional medical issues that the doctor can explain to you when he is finished. The main reason I am calling is to advise that Mr. Petrov has left and said he is flying home tonight. Apparently, he and Mrs. Petrov had a verbal altercation before surgery over Dylan's care plans. We had to call security and he stormed out saying he was going home and not coming back."

"OK, I am not sure how to respond to this," I said.

"It's ok, you don't have to. I just had to call to make sure that Dylan was cared for and to make sure I had the correct contact information. I am on duty until noon and I will check in with you before I go home and introduce you to my colleague who will help when I am not here. It looks like Mrs. Petrov is going to be here for a while, so my colleague and I are able to work with you as I understand you are not family and you are heading home soon," Rhonda said.

"Let's figure that out when we know what is happening tomorrow Ms. Shultz," I replied.

"Sounds good Mr. Furman. Please call if I can do anything for you. I recommend you not say anything about this to Dylan until the full picture is clear. The doctor will update you on Mrs. Petrov's condition as soon as he can," Rhonda said.

"Unless there is an emergency, can you ask him or his staff to call after 10:00 AM so Dylan and I get a good night sleep," I requested.

"Absolutely Mr. Furman," Rhonda said and then agreed to email me with her contact information, the doctor's name and other details that he would need.

"Everything ok," Rob asked in a whisper. "That did not sound good."

"I will explain later," and motioned to Dylan. "Meeting you may have been a very fortunate thing. I may have an emergency and need your help tomorrow to hang out with Dylan if you can swing it."

"You got it," Rob said immediately understanding that something serious was happening.

Looking back on it, it seems very irresponsible of me to ask a complete stranger to look after Dylan. I did not know him and for all I knew, he could have been an ax murderer. I just had a gut feeling right away that this guy was a great dad and that he and his son would be perfect to help me while I dealt with this mess at the hospital.

***

Throughout the ride to the hotel, Dylan and Ryan happily gabbed on about favorite Disney Park things and paid no attention to the fact I was on a call or that Rob and I were whispering. I checked my email and Rhonda was good to her word and I had everything I needed. One item in the email caught my eye, she had cut and pasted the admission information and besides the next of kin section, Alexi's name was missing and Dylan's was listed as 'Dylan Butler, minor. No other living relatives.' I knew his father was dead, but I assumed there were grandparents or somebody else. I looked at my boy and my heart ached that other than his mother, he was all alone.

The monorail came to a stop inside the Contemporary and all four of us filed out of our compartment.

"Walt, I am going to take Ryan to our room and change. We'll be right up. What is your room number?" Rob asked.

"We are in room 4916, it's on the 14th floor. Take my extra key card, you will need it to get up to our floor in the elevator," I replied.

"OK, we will see you soon," Rob replied as they left for their room and by the direction they were headed, it must be in one of the Garden View rooms.

***

Dylan and I walked to the elevator and pressed the up button. Dylan buried his head in my chest and wrapped his arms around me and stayed like that while the elevator arrived and the few guests emptied into the lobby. We walked in alone and were welcomed by Mickey and Goofy's voice. I inserted my card and pressed 14 and up we went. As the doors opened, Dylan raced ahead, obviously very excited to get in the room.

I walked in and closed the door, Dylan grabbed the bag from Mouse Works and ran into the bathroom. I took my shoes and socks off, grabbed a Coke from the fridge and went out on the balcony to relax and enjoy the view. Within minutes, I heard the washroom door open and Dylan padding his way towards the open balcony door.

"What do you think?" Dylan asked as he modeled his Monsters Inc. Sully Monster Onesie.

Just as he came into view, I did a spit take with the swig of Coke I had in my mouth and laughed.

"You are even more adorable as a big blue monster. Come over here and let me cuddle with my fluffy monster," I said.

Dylan hopped up on me, lying face up stretched along my body on the chaise lounge. I put my arms around him and squeezed.

"This is very snuggly; don't you think you are going to be hot in this? We are in Florida you know," I said.

"It's ok, I am naked underneath. And the cloth inside is giving me a boner. Want to see?" Dylan asked.

"No, I'll take a rain check."

"Huh?" He didn't understand the expression.

"Never mind. No, I have seen it before."

We lay there for about 15 minutes until there was a knock at the door and we heard Rob and Ryan use the key to come it.

"Hello, it's us. Can we come in?" I heard Rob call.

"No, we are naked!" Dylan yelled.

"Dylan! That's not cool!" I scolded him.

"No, we are not. Come on in, we are on the balcony. Grab a beverage from the fridge and join us," I yelled.

We heard Ryan exclaim as he walked him, "Holy shit, this place is huge!"

"Ryan! Language!!"

"Sorry Dad, Holy… um … crud?"

"Better."

We heard the fridge open and close and Ryan and Rob walked on the balcony carrying sodas, I suggested they pull up a chaise lounge and relax.

"What – are – you – wearing – Dylan?" Ryan asked.

Dylan got up and modeled his onesie for everyone, I noticed a small monster tent down below, but I don't think anyone else did. It was only because he had mentioned it moments before I think I unconsciously checked and noticed.

I saw him adjust it and it became less obvious.

"Cool, it is Sully P.J.'s," Ryan said. "I didn't know you could get onesies in our size, Dad can we get one of these, it would be nice and warm back home!"

"We got it at Epcot on our way back to the hotel. Want to see what else I got?" Dylan asked.

"Yea!" Ryan said!

"Come on to my room and we will look at everything," Dylan said.

Ryan is a cute kid, he looks a lot like Noah Hathaway, the boy who starred in Never Ending Story. He is about Dylan's height and weight, brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a house coat and flip flops and showing a lot of bare chest and bare legs but the sash was pulled tight. Dylan was definitely checking him out when he wasn't looking.

The boys went off to Dylan's room, which is actually a lock-off room #4915 that was open to my suite. I did not book it separately, but it came with the suite and I guess Dylan has decided it is his. It is a typical hotel room with two double beds, a TV, and washroom but with an unlocked door to the main suite, it became a second bedroom.

***

With the boys gone, Rob and I had a chance to chat. Rob jumped in quickly.

"So, Walt, what is the emergency and how can we help?" Rob asked.

"It is a long story."

I started and filled Rob in on the entire situation from the first encounter on the plane up to the moment we met them in the Monorail. I left out all of the salacious details of course, but he had the whole story now.

"Wow, you have had a crazy day! What are you going to need me to do tomorrow?" Rob asked.

"I think I need to drive over the hospital and get a handle on exactly what is happening. I am hoping that Teresa is able to have a conversation at some point and I need to talk to the hospital social worker. Dylan does not know about the medical complications and that Alexi has left so I want to leave him out of it for now until I know what is happening."

"So, we are here for four more days and then I fly out late on our last day. I am happy to help and I am sure that Ryan is more than happy to have a pal to hang out with," Rob said as he reviewed his schedule on his phone.

"What is your cell number, I will text you with my contact information and you do the same so that we can stay in touch. I will send my room number as well."

"I have one more issue to deal with just to make things even more complicated. My wife and youngest son are coming to join me day after tomorrow. They don't know about Dylan yet and Dylan does not know they are coming," I said and filled him in on the audition and the circumstances that led up to this surprise family reunion.

"Mothers love to take care of other mother's kids and I am sure that your boy will be happy to have a friend too while Dylan is with you," Rob said.

I nodded and hoped that was the case, but I was not convinced that Alicia would be so accepting. I would not confide in Rob about my dark side, but I am not sure that Alicia is not just a little suspicious of my thing for boys and this could lead to very difficult questions. However, she could just accept the situation and help to believe it to be as innocent as it should have been.

"I didn't say anything about it in front of Dylan in case you were not cool with it, but there is a 24-hour pool outside our room and Ryan is wearing his bathing suit in case Dylan wants to go for a swim and that you are ok with it. I know it's late, but Ryan has swum for the last two nights after we came back from the parks. He gets clean and it tires him out in time for bed at the same time," Rob explained.

Just as I was about to say that I didn't think Dylan had a bathing suit, in he walks in a bathrobe and asks if they can go swimming.

"Sure Tiger, that sounds like fun but do you have a bathing suit?" I asked.

"Yup, got it on under my robe," he responded. So, I agreed to the late-night swim.

"Let me grab my suit in case I want to go in too. How about you Rob?"

Ryan answered for his father and said, "Dad hates the water."

Rob just smiled and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Now that is a long story too."

***

On the way to the pool, the boys walked ahead of us and babbled on about whatever it is 12-year-old boys talk about. This gave me a chance to talk to my new-found friend.

"So, Rob, I know you are a pilot, so you win the coolest dad title, but what is the rest of your story?" I asked and cringed because the question sounded so rude.

"Let's see. I am a senior captain for Alaska Airlines. Was in the USAF and flew in the second Gulf War. We are from Washington State, but after a nasty divorce, I took a job in Alaska as a flight instructor and then got an opportunity to fly for Alaska. Ryan lives with his mom back in Seattle, but we have a decent custody and visitation arrangement and I can pretty much have him when I want as long as I keep up his home schooling. He flies to me or I pick him up every other week, which is a huge reason I took the job with the airline… he flies for free."

"Wow, you are a pilot and a war hero. What other superpowers do you possess?" I asked in jest.

"Well, I have the superhuman ability to fuck up a great marriage and military career by having an affair with my commanding officer," Rob said with a very sad tone to his voice. He looked down as he confessed this and seemed to want to say more.

"That really sucks. The bright side is that you have an awesome kid and you guys are clearly very close," I offered.

"That is very true, Ryan is amazing and my best friend and my ex-wife is very supportive of our relationship so it's not all bad."

"I am surprised you got kicked out of the air force for that? I have heard of transfers, demotions and discipline but I didn't think they tossed out commissioned officers," I said knowing a little bit about Military law as I have worked with military families in my practice back home.

"You get kicked out when the person you are involved with is the same gender," Rob admitted still staring at his feet. "Don't ask, don't tell only works when you are not sleeping with your boss."

"I see, I assume you got legal advice?" I asked, always being the lawyer.

"Remember when I said the divorce was messy, well this is what made it messy. The man I was having an affair with was my wife's best friend and she didn't care that I was only bi-sexual and not gay. Her religion, the rumors on base, the end of her friendship with his wife and then the last straw was Ryan coming home with a black eye from a beating he took from the man's older son. It was best to take my punishment, move on with my life and protect the only thing that now mattered, my relationship with Ryan," Rob really laid himself bare.

"Uncle Walt, can we go in now?" Dylan asked. It was then that I realized we had arrived at the pool, I was distracted by Rob's story. "Sure, you two put your robes on the chair here and go have fun."

Ryan threw off his robe and stood to wait for Dylan. I was transfixed, he was wearing a white Speedo which left little to the imagination. Dylan tossed his towel and was wearing the Donald Duck boxer briefs we just bought. There was no lifeguard at this hour and only a very affectionate couple in the pool.

I was trying not to stare at Ryan's gorgeous bubble but as he walked to the pool.

"Ryan, why are you wearing those trunks, I told you to leave those in your backpack!" Rob yelled flustered.

He turned to me and said, "He is on the swim team at school and his mother has bought him a variety of Speedos in every color imaginable but he loves this white one and I hate it as it is transparent as soon as it gets wet – just watch. I need to just accidentally lose it in the laundry. I am not a prude, but I don't really want people perving on my kid."

"Dad, this is what professional swimmers wear," Ryan yelled back, did not wait for a reply and jumped in the pool.

Dylan had a look of awe of his virtually naked friend and watched every move and as soon as Ryan was in, Dylan followed.

No sooner was Dylan in the water than I saw his boxer briefs float to the top of the water without him! Dylan surfaced laughing, grabbed his briefs and held them high.

"I'm skinny dipping!" Dylan yelled.

"Oh no, you are not," I yelled back. "Put your shorts back on now or get out."

"You want me to get out now?" and he started for the ladder with his shorts in his hands, Ryan and Rob were laughing hysterically.

"If you really want me to show everyone my wiener, I will!"

"Go for it, Dylan!" Ryan cheered. "Show us what your mama gave you!"

"No! That is not what I meant and you know it! Either way, you have to put them back on. Just do it now!" I yelled totally frazzled.

"Relax Uncle Walt, I was just joking. It was an accident. I am putting them back on now."

And with that he did and order was restored.

"Boys seem to have no shame these days," Rob said still suppressing a laugh at my expense. "If Ryan had his way, he would be naked 24/7."

Yup, and I would be ok with that, I said to myself.

Chapter 6

"Yup, and I would be ok with that," I said to myself.

"Hey Walt, you ok?" Rob said.

"I'm great. Why?" I asked.

"You have been staring blankly at the boys for 10 minutes. Are you upset with Dylan's wardrobe failure?"

The truth is, I had a boy lust fantasy moment triggered by Rob's comment about Ryan's preference to be naked all the time. When he said that, I was undressing him in my mind. Dylan, and now Randy, really has me worked up, I need a good frap to clear the pipes to help get my mind off of naked little boys.

I have said it before, but I swear that boys seek me out and not the other way around. I have never gone looking for an encounter, yet they always seem to find me – whether it was Donny at Euro Disney or even Casey at Disneyland. In a short 18 hours I have become a guardian to a horny 12-year-old Disney fanatic and now hanging out by a pool with a wannabe nudist 12-year-old from Alaska wearing a translucent bathing suit. It's like I am being tested and, it seems, I keep failing.

"No, just processing the crazy day I've had and wondering what is next," I said as I saw the boys getting out the pool.

Just as Rob said, Ryan's bathing suit is see-through. I was watching a gorgeous little bubble bum walking away from the pool heading to the hot tub. Dylan got out and his Donald Duck boxer briefs where essentially being held up by the base of his penis they were so saggy. He did nothing to pull them up and just walked from pool to hot tub with half his gorgeous butt and most of his pelvic V exposed.

The boys walked into the hot tub as Rob and I moved closer to keep an eye on them. They had their backs to us sitting in the little pool. They were loudly counting down from 5 to 1, and at one they both reached down into the water, pulled their suits off and brought them up and put them on the deck. They both lounged back with their arms behind their heads, enjoying the freedom and excitement of being completely naked together in a public hot tub.

Rob approached them from behind and stuck his head in between the two of theirs and said, "boo!". They both were startled and launched forward in total shock. Rob was doubled over laughing and the boys just looked at him in utter shock.

I spoke up at this point and said, " 15 minutes and then out boys. If anyone else comes around, you are going to need to get those suits on immediately."

I think they had forgotten they had both stripped as they simultaneously looked down and then started to apologize.

"It's ok boys; I was 12 once. You need to be careful; I don't think Disney is ok with nude hot tubbing, even for pre-teens."

They returned to their spots and resumed their relaxation. We sat in chairs behind them and continued to chat and watch as both boys reached their hands into the water right by their laps and the jerking movements of their exposed upper arms and shoulders immediately gave away that they were engaged in some self-pleasuring of their boy dicks. I have no idea how they could think that we did not know what was going on exactly. Hopefully, the security cameras aren't sensitive enough to see their antics.

"Are you seeing what I am Walt?" Rob asked.

"If you mean the boys whacking off in a public hot tub at the world's foremost family resort, then yes. Boys sure love their dicks," I said.

"Things never change and I was no different when I was a kid, albeit I would never do something like that in a place like this," Rob said.

Rob called out, "10 more minutes kiddos, you had better hurry and finish up," Rob said and winked at me.

Both sets of arms popped out of the water and returned to being clasped behind their heads.

"Busted," I whispered to Rob and we both chuckled.

"I think that was an excellent cock block move. Well played sir," I said as I offered Rob a high five that he accepted.

The unmistakable sound of the high five made both boys turn and look at us. I thought at the time 'if looks could kill' as they glared at us.

Ryan said something to Dylan and then they both reached into the pool but with the other boy's swimming suit. The translucent one for Dylan and Donald Duck briefs for Ryan. Both boys got out sporting erections and based on the size of the rocket Ryan was hiding; I fully understand why he is not wearing the speedo. There is NO way that could have been stuffed in the skimpy suit. Dylan already looked obscene with his own average size boy appendage stretching the see-through fabric.

They walked over to retrieve their robes and wrapped themselves and walked to where we were sitting and said they were ready to go.

"We are hungry," Dylan announced as Ryan nodded his head and said, "I am starving."

"It's a good thing I ordered room service before we left. It should be in the room now waiting for us," I announced realizing I was hungry too.

It was a short power walk to my suite and as I opened the door, I saw the room service cart waiting with an assortment of foods and two big glasses of milk.

"Awesome, Ryan said and attacked the offering making quick work of a hot dog and going to town on the massive tray of nachos.

We all had a good feast and the boys were trying to stay awake and lost the battle within moments of each other from their day of fun and food coma.

"You guys are welcome to stay here for the night, there is lots of room," I offer to Rob.

"Since Ryan is fast asleep, I will leave him if it's ok. I need to go back to my room. All my stuff is there."

"That works for me," I said as I tried to wake Dylan. "Oh boy, he is out for the count."

"My experience is that since he started puberty, world war three could start and Ryan would not wake up. We're going to have to carry them to the other room and get them out of their wet suits and put them to bed," Rob said.

We picked up the boys and carried them into the room with the two double beds. Each boy was placed on one side of the bed on the bedspread and we opened each boys' robes. I was breathless and my heart was racing as I gazed down at Dylan and watched from the corner of my eye as Rob did the same with Ryan.

"Do you guys have anything that Ryan can change into?" Rob asked.

"Let's just let them sleep naked. They are in separate beds so it should be ok. Why create more laundry and I am not sure what clean clothes Dylan has to be honest."

"We better get the wet bathing suits off of them and then tuck them in. "

Rob bent down and tucked his thumbs into the side of Ryan's briefs, which were Dylan's, and said: "On the count of three."

I reached down and put my thumbs into the sides of the skimpy bathing suit that Dylan was wearing.

"1… 2… 3…", I counted and at three Rob and I both pulled the bathing gear off the boys at the same time.

Both boys were lying on the beds; robes splayed out behind them with their bodies on full display and both with very hard boners.

I glanced over at Ryan and gasped. Rob saw me and noticed my reaction and said, "it's huge for a little guy, eh? Watch this." Rob reached down and grabbed his son's hard penis.

I thought I was going to cum in my pants watching him go for his boyhood like that. Was he about to molest his kid in front of me? He gave his penis a couple of up and down jacking rubs and Ryan's left leg started to bounce like Thumper in Bambi.

"Holy smokes," I thought to myself, "that was hot." I cannot believe he did that in from of me.

"He has done that since a baby. Weird eh," Rob said.

I was in shock and said the word "beautiful."

"He sure is," Rob said as he disappeared into the washroom and came out with two towels.

He threw one to me and then reached down and dried his boy, rolled him over on his side and dried that beautiful butt and then took one arm out of the robe. He turned him the other way, dried more of his bubble butt and then removed the rest of the robe. He reached over and pulled down the sheets on the side of the bed, and rolled Ryan over and drew the covers up.

He bent over and kissed him sweetly on the lips and said, "Good night, Ry. I love you."

"Need help?" Rob asked.

"Nope, I got it," I said.

I followed the same steps, but when I started to dry Dylan's front, he moaned as I dried his penis and between his legs. Rob just watched as I continued to get him ready, I nudged open his legs a bit and dried there and then ran the towel over his penis again and he moaned and humped into the air.

"You giving him a happy ending Walt?" Rob asked with a smirk on his face.

"What, um, no. I don't want him to get a rash or chafe."

I finished up on his bubble butt, got his robe off, rolled him under the covers, kissed him on the forehead and quietly said, "good night tiger."

I pulled up the covers, shut off the light between the beds and padded to the door and was followed by Rob. I closed the door most of the way but left it open a crack.

"Do you want a drink or a snack before you head out?" I asked Rob.

"Nope, I am going to head back and get some sleep. Even though I am not flying, I have to maintain good sleep habits for safety. You have my cell and room number in the text I just sent. Call me when they are up in the morning and I will come right over," Rob said.

"I am glad we all met today," I said as I shook his hand as he went through the door.

"Me too, Walt. Good night and call me if there are any issues," and with that, he's gone.

***

I closed the door, grabbed a Coke from the fridge and went to sit on the balcony to check my emails on my phone and catch up with the day. My mind was racing as I started to process all that had happened in less than 24 hours and I was starting to feel overwhelmed. So much has happened today, or should I say yesterday as it is 2 am. What started as a fun solo trip to relax and have a break has ended up as this crazy and complicated situation that I have no idea how it is all going to turn out.

I planned to decide what my plan for the morning was and get some sleep as tomorrow (err today) is going to be challenging to say the least. So, after a good night's sleep, I will call the hospital if I haven't heard from them first. Once I know Teresa is stable and able to talk, I will head over and have a chat with her and the social worker. I know Dylan would want to see his mom, but I think I need to have a handle on what the hell is going on first and bring him back later to see her.

Once I know exactly what the plan is for Dylan, I will call Alicia and fill her in so that when she and Randy arrive, they will not be surprised or suspicious. By the sounds of it, I am going to have Dylan for at least two more days if all goes well. In all of this, I want to do some more park touring and spend time with Dylan in the parks so he can still enjoy his dream vacation and I can have some fun too.

The other thing I have on my mind is my new-found feelings for Dylan. I do love him, I don't know how that happens so quickly, but I do. What is confusing me is that I am not sure what kind of love I am feeling, because as much as I have fought it, I want to have sex with the boy.

I disgust myself for having this feeling because society tells us I am a sicko pervert for my feelings and desires. I begrudgingly accept this societal norm as a good God-fearing, upstanding member of the community. Since as far back as I can remember, I believed in the rule of law, and I am a tenacious advocate for children, their rights and most of all, their safety. It is just that I do not feel that the consensual sharing of a boy's sexuality should be as repugnant as society deems it. However, my actions and secret desires are certainly not in keeping with western morals or the law and should they get discovered; my life is over.

History has shown that all through the ages, men and boys have shared their sexuality openly but only in the last couple hundred years has it become an abomination, a sin and a crime worse than murder. I have never sought out relationships and have been satisfied with simply engaging in fantasy and masturbation to satisfy my boylove appetite.

My hand to God, every single time I wind up sucking some cuties premature penis, it has been because the boy sought it out and harassed me until I gave in. Sure, I have done what some call perving now and then on boys, but that has been on a look but don't touch basis, but I have never made a move on a kid … ever!

Ok, I am not fooling myself that I am innocent here because, as the adult, I need to say no and not allow these so-called societal evils to happen. However, we all know how strong the human sex drive is and when the libido gets going, humans tend to make poor decisions. I did not choose to be a boy lover and I cannot change either. God made me this way and I believe with all my heart that I have never hurt any of the boys with whom I have had sex. When I think back on my experiences with the various boys, I have had intimate relationships with over the years, starting with Donny in 1982, they all remain friends to this very day. I am proud to say that some are very good family friends and in fact, Donny is a godfather to two of my children.

If you have no way to relate to any of this, you are likely thinking that I am an evil monster pedophile that justifies his evil deeds by trying to justify them to myself. In the words, of the amazing Dylan Butler, 'It's just a little penis' so why are we so freaked out when and man and a boy want to share the wonderful feelings that that 'little penis,' and the rest of our bodies, can offer to the owners. How can it be so wrong for two consenting humans to share their bodies?

Anyone who abuses a child in any way, sexually, physically or emotionally, deserves everything coming to them and more. Simply put, there is a special place in hell for people that hurt kids. However, in our puritanical society, even looking at a kid is abuse in some minds. The relationships I have been involved in are mutually desirable, initiated by the boy, do not involve any coercion or physical harm whatsoever and I do not accept that it is abuse. I further do not accept that nobody grows up messed up because somebody rubbed their penis or gave them a blow job when they were 12. There are just so many worse things that our boys have to face than being intimate with an adult male – violence, bullying, neglect, drugs, alcohol and more. If society was looking out for kids, perhaps we should further vilify the real abusers and put the resources into hunting down those who are killing our kids with drugs or driving them to suicide by not accepting them for who they are.

These thoughts are not new and they usually start to come out late at night when my mind is not focused on work, family or the million other daily challenges I have. On this balcony overlooking the still and quiet Magic Kingdom on this warm night, my mind is not on anything but how the situation with Dylan's mom is going to play. Also, how much I want to take him into my bed right now and make love to him and bring him the pleasure and closeness that he so craves. He is lying naked in bed only a few feet away and it is taking all my willpower to let him sleep and keep my hands off him.

It was time to shut down the old brain and get some sleep so I walked back into the suite, locked the door and closed the drapes. I walked into the kitchen to toss out my drink can and heard a sound that sounded like a moan that was coming from the bedroom where the boys were. I listened carefully and I heard it again, it was very faint and did not sound like a moan of pain but a moan of ecstasy.

I carefully and very quietly walked to the room to find that the door was ajar just as Rob and I left it. The bathroom light was on, which provided some illumination of the room. I heard very quiet moaning coming from within the room and I immediately knew what was happening inside – the only question in my mind was whether it was only one boy self-pleasuring or the two of them having some fun.

***

I could not see the boys from the crack in the door and I was conflicted as to what to do. I waited for a few seconds and then decided to quietly open the door a bit so I could see in while trying not to disturb anyone. I pushed the door open very slowly and quietly and was able to see Dylan in his bed, looking like he was sleeping peacefully. I heard the moan again, but louder as I was closer to the action.

I opened the door more, a millimeter at a time until I had enough of a gap to poke my head in and look around to see Ryan's bed. What I saw made my penis instantly stiffen and my heart started beating like a drum.

Ryan had piled his pillows up in the middle of the bed and was lying face down on the bed with the pillows under his pubis and was humping up and down and making little moaning noises of pleasure. He was uncovered and the scene was making this horny boy lover very worked up. He was going at it and, while watching, he reached around with one hand and ran it through his butt crack. As much as little Walt was saying to watch more or go in, my heart was saying that this is an invasion of his privacy and I need to go to bed, leave him alone and let him have his fun.

I backed out carefully and quietly and headed to my room. On the way, I decided to leave the rest of the lights on in case switching them off would disturb Ryan or alert him to me being awake. I left my door open a crack, pulled back the sheets, stripped, turned off the light and slid in. I decided that I was going to go to sleep, so I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to slumber.

"Mr. Walt, it's me, Ryan. Can I come in?" I heard a voice call from outside the door.

"Sure buddy, come on it." He padded in wearing the robe he was in previously. "Did you have a bad dream?" I asked.

"No, I wasn't sleeping."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't cum."

That was an unexpected and very blunt response.

"Umm, what. What did you say?"

"I can't cum. You saw I was trying to cum when you were watching me from the door to my room."

"Sorry, Ryan. I didn't realize what you were doing. I just peaked in to check on you boys before I went to sleep, saw what you were doing and left to give you your privacy."

"I didn't want you to leave. I turned on the bathroom light so you could see what I was doing and maybe you would help."

"Help what?"

"Help me cum."

"Sorry, buddy, that is not something I can do for you. That is very personal and you need to do that for yourself or maybe even with a friend your age." I immediately regretted saying that thinking he would be in bed with Dylan with my permission.

"I tried to wake Dylan up, but I couldn't. It is like he is dead. When I shook him, he mumbled and rolled over."

"Ryan, I am an adult. I can't do that kind of stuff with you."

"Why? My dad does. My stepdad does too."

"I'm sorry… you are telling me your father and step-father have sex with you?"

That explains that odd mini wank Rob gave Ryan in front of me when we were putting them to bed. "No silly, they help me cum when I can't do it myself. They jack me off."

Ryan sat at the side of my bed and just stared at me almost like he was willing me to rub his penis. I want to say I was surprised as it seems that father's helping their sons with orgasms is more common than I thought. It made me think back to a few days ago when I was engaging in some inappropriate action with Randy back home.

"Ryan, you shouldn't be just telling people that. You can get your dad and step-dad into a lot of trouble if the wrong people found out and tell your mother or the police."

"I know, I just thought you would do it, Dylan told me about what you did on the boat last night."

I was in shock. Dylan told a complete stranger about what happened. I wonder if he told him about the incident earlier in the day.

I sat up in the bed, looked right into his eyes and said: "What else did Dylan say to you?" I said rather gruffly.

Ryan looked genuinely scared and I instantly felt terrible. Ryan spoke as if on the edge of tears.

"He said that he was able to get you to help him cum when you were at Epcot right before we saw you in the washroom. He said you didn't want to do it, but he made you do it."

"Is that all?" I asked in a calmer tone.

"Yes, that's all. I promise. I'll never tell anyone… ever. I am sorry, Mr. Walt," and he started to cry.

I reached out and hugged the crying boy, drawing him close to my body in the embrace. As I did this, his robe gaped open and we ended up hugging skin to skin. My penis was once again hard but hidden under the blankets. Ryan was still crying and I could feel his body trembling as I stroked his back over the fabric of the robe.

"Ryan, I am sorry I spoke like that, I am not mad at you and I did not mean to make you cry. Dylan should not have said that to you just like you shouldn't tell anyone about your father and step-father."

"It's all ok, I will talk to Dylan in the morning and all will be forgiven. Please stop crying, buddy."

A couple of minutes later, he had finally calmed down and broke the embrace. Looked at me and said sorry again and asked that I not punish Dylan. I assured him that I would discuss not talking to others about what happened and that I was not his father and could not punish him even if I wanted to.

I looked down at Ryan's lap and saw his penis. He was soft, likely from the stress of the situation. He looked down and saw what I was looking at, immediately closed his robe.

"Sorry, Mr. Walt," and he got up and started walking to the door looking very sad.

"It's ok, Ryan, you don't have to go. And you can just call me Walt. Come up here and sit with me for a while."

Ryan jumped up on the bed, sat on the pillows against the bed's headboard. He just sat there nervously and said nothing with his robe closed.

***

"So, Ryan, do you like it here at Disney World?"

"Yes, I love it. It is so much fun. Do you like it too?"

"This is my favorite place to be! I'm addicted to all things Disney and have been to every Disney Park around the world."

"Wow! I have only been to this one. I really want to go to Disneyland and see the first park that Walt built. My dad says it is much smaller than Disney World but just as fun."

"Disneyland is great, but the World is my favorite."

Ryan was starting to lighten up and was smiling again.

"I think we should get some sleep now," I said and Ryan immediately slipped under the blankets and lay down. I had meant it was time for him to go back to his bed and go to sleep, but I did not want to upset him again by saying something and embarrassing him.

I turned out the light and slipped back down under the covers.

"Goodnight Ryan."

"Goodnight, Mr… err Walt."

Once again, I closed my eyes and felt myself falling to sleep.

"Walt, are you sleeping." I didn't answer, hoping he would go to sleep.

I felt him shifting and bouncing in the bed and heard, what I assumed was, his robe hit the floor. Perfect, I have another 12-year-old boy in my bed naked. With his robe on, it would be innocent if Dylan came in, but with both of us naked, it was not going to look good.

More bouncing and I sensed he has now moved over in the bed and is close to me.

"Walt, are you awake," he asked.

"I am now. What's up, buddy."

"Can we snuggle for a while?"

"I guess so, but no funny business. It's late; I have to sleep."

"Ok, promise." and with that, he scooted over and cuddled up to my side.

I knew he was naked, but I ignored it, not wanting to admit I was awake the previous time he called my name and, to be honest, I wanted to have a little cuddle with this cutie. Perhaps my current state of exhaustion was clouding my judgment as this was not something I should be encouraging.

"Walt, I lied about my father and step-father earlier. I am sorry. They have never helped me cum. I have just wanted them to and tried to get them as I tried with you. I thought if I told you that you might help. The truth is that I can't get my orgasm like most boys my age; it never works for me. I only cum when I sleep and make a big mess in my pajamas. I have never cum when awake. I told Dylan and that is why he told me about what happened on the boat. We talked about it and he was suggesting I do what he did with you. I was hoping he would offer to do it; he is really cute."

I was trying to decide on the best response and remained quiet as I considered what he just told me.

"Walt, did you hear me?"

"It's not cool to lie about something like that," I said calmly to avoid the water works last time I scolded him.

"I understand what it is like to have 'blue balls' and need to ejaculate, but you shouldn't lie about something as serious."

"I know, but what are blue balls! Are you saying my balls are going to turn blue!!"

I laughed, "it is an expression; it means your testicles start to hurt a little when you have an erection and are sexually stimulated but don't or can't ejaculate."

"Ejaculate?"

"Ejaculate is the real word that means cum."

"Then, yes, I have blue balls for sure. I go for days jacking off a couple of times a day and nothing happens, my balls ache and I end up having a wet dream when I fall asleep."

As we chatted, he got closer and closer to me and was now basically wrapped around the side of my body with the head on my chest and his left leg over my leg and his hard penis pressing up against my thigh. Every couple of seconds, I would feel his dick flex and he would give a hump or two and then stop like he was testing. He was clearly pushing my buttons and I was enjoying the warmth and the contact and even his naughtiness. I was getting hornier by the moment, but he was not being overly pushy and seemed to be enjoying our cuddle.

"Have you talked to your dad about this? I am sure he could give you some advice or maybe take you to the doctor."

"My dad just keeps telling me that I should give it time and I am too young to worry about it. He tries to avoid talking about this stuff. When I talk to my step-dad, he tells me to talk to my real dad. The best conversation I had was with my mom who checked my penis and testicles and told me that I was definitely ready to cum and she hoped I would start masturbating and even bought me lotion and tissues and took the filters off the internet so I could stop messing up my sheets that she has to wash."

As we continued this increasing odd conversation, I intentionally shifted around a bit to try and encourage him silently to hump, flex, or do anything and it was working. Each time I moved my leg even a little, I would feel a few more little humps. It was very exciting and I was aching for my own release now.

"Let me get this clear; you had to go to your mother about this issue because your dad wouldn't talk to you about your boy body? And what do you mean she checked your penis and testicles?"

"I was showering and playing with myself when she walked in one day after school. She just stared at me through the glass door of the shower, sat and watched me. It was pretty odd. I knew it was my mom, but it made my penis get super hard and I felt like I was finally going to cum. She sat on the toilet and just watched like it was a TV show and I kept pumping away. Finally, I stopped, I opened the door with my penis still hard and told her I couldn't."

"She grabbed a towel and started to dry me from head to toe. She even dried my penis, bag (scrotum) and in the crack of my butt. It was getting weirder, but it was making me even hornier. She said, "follow me," and lead me into my room, sat on my bed and told me to come close. She reached out and took my balls in her hand and lightly pulled the bag and felt all around like the doctor does. She then took my hard cock in her hand and felt the length of it like a medical exam. She let it go and looked under my arms for hair and carefully checked out my nipples as well. She told me to get my PJ's on and as I did, she told me that I was very large for my age and that I was ready to cum and the rest of the stuff I told you."

As he was telling me what happened with his mother, I was getting so worked up I felt the pre-cum wetting my groin. I was desperate to shoot my load. He was now keeping up a constant and very light humping motion into my leg and was rubbing my stomach with his hand. I reached down and started to rub his back with my left hand. He went silent and started to moan softly. I reached down to my throbbing penis and started to lightly jack myself and tried to do it so he would not notice.

Neither of us spoke and Ryan kept humping my leg and rubbing my tummy while I was patting his back and jacking myself off. His cute moaning was getting more pronounced and his pelvic thrusts were becoming more pronounced and faster. He was starting to breathe through his mouth as he moaned.

His hand left my stomach and went to my right side and I felt him push himself up onto my body with his other hand as he swung his left leg over my right. He was lying on top of me with his penis dangling between my legs. I then felt him lift his body off mine; he scooted up until his dark penis was nestled with mine. I lay there with both arms and hands at my sides, shocked and not wanting to move.

"Walt, can we rub penises?" I gulped and felt my heart beating through my chest. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes, go for it!" I said.

I reached around and hugged him and felt his back muscles as he moved up and down and side to side to make our penises rub against each other. I could feel his hardness and was basking in the sensation of his cute, but 5.5" [ 14 cm ] penis rub against mine, into my body and parodically poking at my balls. His leg started to piston up and down like when his father demonstrated earlier.

He was panting and moaning non-stop. I reached down and started to massage that amazing bubble but of his. It caused more movement of his pelvis and I started to squirm to increase the motion and sensations of pure erotic bliss. I peeled back the blankets and kicked them to the foot of the bed with my feet as I wanted to see his gorgeous, blemish-free and hairless body as it glided over mine. I reached over and turned on the side table lamp so I could get a better look. I had to see this beauty. The scene was magical and like a dream. Ryan was moving laterally over my crotch while humping at the same time. I was answering him with my upward motion and it seemed we were in perfect sync as we performed the sexy boylove dance on my king-sized bed.

I was getting more and more into it as I felt my penis rubbing against his warm and impossibly soft skin on and around his penis and scrotum.

As I massaged his bum, I started to dip into his crack on each pass. My fingers dipped lower and lower into his crack as I passed through back and forth. I finally reached the bottom and his little pucker. Each time I brushed by his anus, he inhaled and humped a little harder. I stopped on his anal opening and started to massage it with my finger and allowed it to dip inside a tiny bit.

"Go ahead," he hissed. "Put it in; I want you to."

His head was resting just under my chin and I felt him kissing and licking my neck.

"Hey buddy, I am going to cum, you should get off of me now."

"No, I am about to …. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh", I felt his penis pulse and liquid squirt out and smear between us. He screamed, "oh my God, I'm cumming!" No sooner did I feel his second pulse and hear his exclamation that I had my release.

As I started, I said in a whisper, "Sorry Ryan, I warned you, and exclaimed I am cumming, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes! wow!"

My semen was now squirting, shot after shot, mixing with his smaller contribution, on our bellies. We kept humping and rubbing as we were both coming off our orgasmic high. As we slowed, I could hear the sound of the moisture of our mixed goo as we slid back and forth with our cum as a lubricant between us. Finally, we stopped. I grabbed the corner of the sheets and pulled them over us.

He stayed in place on top of me as his breathing leveled off.

A few minutes later, in a very groggy voice, Ryan said, "I came! Thank you, Walt. That was awesome."

"Was the story about your mother true," I asked, thinking he made that up too.

"No, mom did jack me off in the bedroom as well. She thought it might work if it was a girl. It was my mom and it didn't work because I like boys," he said in a slower and quieter whisper as he was drifting off to sleep.

My head was reeling, but the feeling of bliss chased away any doubts or remorse. Here I am lying in a comfy bed, in my favorite place in the world, Walt Disney World, embracing a cute, warm, perfect, and apparently gay little boy.

In a few hours, my days will start again and as much as there is so much going on, I can't wait to spend more time with Dylan and maybe even our new friend, Ryan.

We lay there enjoying our closeness and I finally heard the clear sound of sleep breathing. I put my arms around him, kissed the top of his head and promptly fell asleep as well to dream of Mickey Mouse and cute and sexy little boys.

Chapter 7

"What the fuck!" Dylan screamed at the top of his lungs. That's how I woke up.

"Why are you and Ryan naked in your bed?" Dylan screamed as he stood at the foot of my bed, fully naked himself and in a rage.

I sat bolt upright and Ryan pulled the blankets up over his head to hide from his wrath.

"Ryan, you fucking slut, don't hide from me!" as he ripped the sheets off the bed and jumped on Ryan.

Dylan was straddling Ryan's chest and wound up his fist like he was about to punch him.

"Whoa there tiger," I said as I grabbed his fist and pulled him off of Ryan.

Ryan looked genuinely scared and shocked. Dylan tried to get back on top of Ryan and I had to hold him back.

"You need to calm down Dylan. You are scaring Ryan and behaving like a maniac."

Ryan sat up and quickly backed up against the headboard and looked at Dylan. He seemed to be about to cry.

"Why are you so mad, I am just doing what you told me to when we were talking in the hot tub."

"I meant for you to do it with your father, not my Uncle Walt," Dylan screamed.

"I'm sorry, Dylan, my balls just hurt when I woke up in your room. I didn't think you would mind," Ryan said and then burst into tears.

I was speechless. What have I done? I knew that giving in to Ryan was going to be an issue, but I had no idea that it would turn into a jealous tirade. It was also very uncomfortable that Dylan is yelling about this in case somebody hears in the hall, another room or on the other side of property! I gathered my thoughts and spoke.

"Boys, let's all pull ourselves together and stop yelling, swearing and crying."

"Uncle Walt, how could you have sex with this kid. You don't even know him," Dylan said loudly, but at least not in a scream so the people on the monorail could hear.

"That is enough, Dylan!" I said sternly. "I need you to stop now so the three of us can talk."

Ryan stopped crying and sat quietly, looking down, waiting for what was next. Dylan settled down but glared waiting for me to say something. He was less emotional but clearly no less mad.

As I was sizing up the situation, I realized that all three of us are on my king-sized bed naked. I looked for a blanket to pull over me as I felt I would have more authority if my dick weren't on full display. Dylan had made sure there were no sheets on the bed as he attacked Ryan a few minutes before. I dove into my adult mode to try and deal with this situation.

"First of all, Dylan, we did not have sex. Ryan and I only rubbed off on each other."

As I said it, I realize that it was still a sexual act, but maybe he will buy it?

"Ryan came into my room, upset that he could not ejaculate, he explained his frustration and I just offered to cuddle and talk for a while. Ryan just got too excited and I got carried away. NOT unlike what happened on the boat yesterday that you started!"

"Yeah, well you rubbed off on me and came in my butt crack first! That was all you Walt. You started it. I thought you loved me. I thought we would get to do more. Now you are rubbing dicks with Ryan!" Now it was Dylan's turn to cry.

I hoped that I could get both boys calm and happy again as either one of them, if mad enough, could destroy me by telling a parent, teacher, police officer even a cast member here at Disney what we did. The truth is, I knew this would hurt Dylan and my damn libido got the better of me and I gave into to yet another manipulative boy.

It was an odd situation; it is like I got caught cheating on my spouse. Well, I am cheating on Alicia, but in this case, Dylan is acting like we are a couple and he is performing the role as the enraged wife. My life couldn't get more bizarre. Now, as surreal as the situation was, it was not lost on me that I am in my bed with not one, but two cute 12-year-old boys… kind of my dream come true.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was 7:30 AM, so I probably didn't have much time before Ryan's father called or just showed up. I need to get this fixed now! I had to shake myself from looking at the situation as sexy and focus on the problem at hand. Perhaps I will consider chemical castration and just avoid sex for the rest of my life after today.

Just then, I had an idea that would make both boys happy and hopefully get both of them on the side to keep our secret.

"Dylan, this is silly. I am not your boyfriend and, frankly, I have only known you a little longer than Ryan. More than anything at this moment, I need both of you to swear your most solemn promise that what happened between all of us yesterday and what is going to happen now will remain our secret forever," I said.

"Happen now?" Ryan asked, picking up on that comment.

"What does that mean Uncle Walt?" Dylan asked, suddenly stopping his tear and sobs.

"It means that it's time for a boy orgy at Walt Disney World!" I said … not believing what I was saying. What the hell is wrong with me! They both just stared at me.

"What's a boy orgy?" Ryan asked.

"Is that what I think it is Uncle Walt?" Dylan asked.

"If you think it means you two are going to cum a few times in the next hour, then yes it is!" I said!

***

My penis had inflated to full erection size and I got on my knees to show it off, shook it from side to side and said, "ready for action boys!"

Ryan jumped up and tackled me and Dylan joined in right after. It was like I was 12 again as we started the fun with an old fashion boy pile with me at the bottom.

I managed to grab two very hard penises and said, "before anybody gets funky, I need that solemn promise from both of you that everything yesterday, last night and what MIGHT happen now is our secret forever… period."

"Yes sir," said Ryan.

"I swear the most excellent promise I can make," Dylan, back to his funny and cute self, said using a quote from the movie E.T.

"Good enough boys, so what do you want to do."

The scene from last night was repeating itself but with two boys instead of one. I was on my back and Dylan lay down on top of me, penis to penis, and Ryan on top of him with his dick wedged into his bum. And thus, the games began. Dylan was humping my penis with his, I was returning thrusts and Ryan was humping Dylan's butt. It was very erotic and I was not going to last long.

"Mmmm, this feels nice, Uncle Walt," Dylan said.

"Your butt is so soft and puffy," Ryan said as he happily ground his boner into Dylan's bum crack. "Much better than my pillows."

The motion of the boys on top of me was unbearable. I reached my hands up and once again started to play with Ryan's butt. I grabbed a cheek in each hand and kneaded them like dough.

Ryan gasped, "Do my crack again, that felt so good last night." Dylan gave a little extra thrust into me as if to say; I heard that. Too soon!

I wasn't able to get my fingers very far into his crack due to his distance with Dylan in between us, but I was able to dip into the top of it and grazed them back and forth causing Ryan to shiver and get goosebumps.

"Let's do something else for a while, I am going to climax soon and unlike 12-year old's, that will be it for me for a while."

Hearing that, Ryan rolled off and landed on his back beside me.

Dylan stopped and said, "Walt, don't move…. Hold on… Ok good, I was about to cum and stopped myself."

"Walt, can you suck me off?" Ryan asked as matter-of-factly as if asking for a glass of water.

"Yeah, me too," Dylan said and he too flopped off me on his back on my other side.

"I only have one mouth, so who is first?" I asked.

"Dylan is the first. Nephews first," Ryan said. "Besides, I want to check out Dylan's cute dick and balls while you suck him."

"Fair enough," I said.

I slid down the bed and stood up; I then pulled Dylan's legs apart and crawled up between them. As my head centered over Dylan's delicious boy toy, I decided that a bit of foreplay was needed for Dylan and as part of the show for Ryan.

***

I reached up and started to rub Dylan's chest in little circles with my fingertips and paid attention to each dime-sized nipple. His reaction of ecstasy leads me to move my body up so I could kiss, lick and suck each of his boy tits. I started with a brief butterfly kiss on each and then flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth over each premature nub. Dylan cooed and moaned quietly as he enjoyed the action. I turned my head and there was Ryan, sitting right beside us, watching very carefully while rubbing his penis slowly. He smiled at me as I made eye contact and smiled at him. I turned my attention back to sucking Dylan's nipple while I reached over and fondled Ryan's scrotum and testicles.

After taking care of Dylan's nipples, I planned to return to his crotch, but first I moved my head up to his mouth and kissed him on the mouth and lightly traced his lips with my tongue. I moved down, and as I went, I licked his chest and tummy. I stopped at his innie belly button, where I spent a few minutes kissing and licking it. I released Ryan's scrotum and with that hand, reached down and started to poke between Dylan's legs into his crack and traced up over his taint with the tips of my fingers. As I was doing this, my licking touring of his body continued as I moved down to his pubis, where I placed dozens of kisses carefully avoiding his pride and joy to maximize his pleasure-torture.

I moved my fingers from between his legs and took hold of his scrotum and massaged the balls contained therein. It was then that Dylan started to jab the air with his dick as my mouth hovered closer and closer. I blew on his penis and that made him moan even more. I saw a bead of pre-cum had formed on the tip, likely another first for the boy. I stuck out my tongue and licked it up, causing Dylan to spasm at his first-ever oral encounter on his genitals.

***

I have got to be honest here; I do not love the taste of cum. In many of the erotic stories I have read, the person doing the sucking describes how delicious and intoxicating it is. To me, and every single one of the boys I have been with, it is not. The act of allowing a boy to ejaculate in my mouth is erotic and highly pleasurable, so I am ok with swallowing the offering notwithstanding how it tastes, but I would not bottle it or spend paragraphs describing its awesomeness. Licking the little bead of precum was hot as heck, drove me wild and did the same for Dylan but I am not going to describe the taste as manna from heaven or the like, but the act of actually licking it is simply incredible. Further, if a clean, healthy, beautiful boy wants to fully ejaculate in my mouth in return for the honor and pure pleasure of sucking him off, then I am ready and willing and there are two boys in my bed now that seem like they might like that.

Ryan was now lying on his side with his head propped on one hand while his other was rubbing Dylan's inside thigh. Ryan got his face real close to Dylan's penis as I engulfed it in my mouth. Dylan let out a growl as he ejaculated into my mouth before I even closed my lips.

"Sorry," Dylan offered.

"Don't be sorry; I knew it was going to happen and it feels so much better to finish in the mouth," I replied.

Aww, youth, he remained rock hard and I continued to suck his beautiful cut penis. I focused on his glans, which made him buck and thrashed around. I then came off of him and licked and nuzzled his frenulum and the v under the glans. After a couple of minutes, I resumed to suck him and his hands came down on the back of my head and pushed me down until my nose was poking his pubis.

Ryan reached over and took Dylan's scrotum away from me and proceeded to massage his testicles within while I continued to focus on sucking and licking his cute little penis. Based on his thrashing on the bed, pumping my mouth and the moans, squeals and cries of ecstasy, I think he was enjoying himself and I was glad to give him such pleasure.

Ryan's hand disappeared from Dylan's bag ( scrotum ) and I saw him shift around and suddenly I felt a small hand on my dick.

"Ryan, no. This is for you guys. You don't have to do that for me," I said.

"This is for both of us," Ryan said, "I am a gay boy and I am going to have to learn how to use someone else's cock, might as well be yours. Besides, I owe you!"

The feelings that were coursing through my body made me light-headed. Ryan was milking me like a cow as I crouched over Dylan servicing his boy organ with my mouth and moaning and sucking. Apparently, moaning and humming is a good thing to do when giving a blow job as Dylan screamed as the vibrations from my moans added to the pleasures of the oral job.

I had taken over Dylan's nut job when Ryan moved on to me and I felt Dylan's boy balls get sucked up into his body as the pulsing of his penis started and on the third pulse, I once again felt the, now familiar, taste of the boy in my mouth. I lapped at his penis like a mother cat cleaning her kitten until Dylan said, "must stop… no more… too ticklish" and I released his boyhood flipped around on my back while Ryan did no let go of my cock.

***

Dylan recovered and looked at my penis, then had a close look at Ryan's and then back at mine. "Uncle Walt, your dick is either really small or Ryan's is really big. You guys are the same size!"

Fact is, not only am I a short man with the build of a 12-year-old myself; I have a penis size to match. Well, maybe not a 12-year-old penis, but certainly not an average size for a 40 something man.

"Uncle Walt, you don't have much hair either. Do you shave it off?" Dylan said and was unintentionally being a bit of a buzz kill as I was trying to enjoy Ryan's hands as he jacked me off with one and fiddled with my testicle with the other.

"No, Dylan, I do not shave. Well, I haven't shaved recently anyway. This is who I am."

I have no hair on my chest or torso, a light smattering underneath my arms and nothing on my arms or legs. I have a thin blonde pubic patch around my penis and a little on my scrotum. Like my dick size, my body hair has not increased since I was 14.

"You look like a little boy," Ryan added and both boys were laughing.

I am used to the comment, but I quite like my size. I am sure my wife would enjoy a little larger appendage, but it does the job and makes me feel perpetually young… In fact, my wife's nickname for me is Peter Pan.

"It does what it is supposed to do, so I am fine with who I am and what is between my legs," I said while pretending to cry a bit.

"I like it, Uncle Walt," Dylan said.

"Me too," said Ryan.

Both of them thought I was truly upset and Ryan was probably thinking, 'there goes my blowjob.'

Ryan reached over, grabbed my dick in his hand, looked at it close up and spoke to it, "you are an awesome penis," and kissed it right on the tip.

Dylan joined in and held it, patted it like a small child, kissed it on the tip and then said to it, "you are the perfect size penis to go right up my ass."

We all laughed at that and I said, "little Walt here doesn't like to travel the anal highway, but he likes both of you and hopes to get to know you better. Ok, boys, we still have work to do. Ryan's cock isn't going to suck itself," I said and I straddled his body, careful not to make cock to body contact so that I could start on Ryan's foreplay.

I reached over and caressed his head and face and leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose, followed by his lips. I sat back up and massaged his chest, shoulders, arms and tummy. His eyes were closed and a smile never left his lips as he basked in the contact and ministrations. I leaned over and licked and sucked on each small nipple. Ryan's were puffier than Dylan's, which makes sense as he was further advanced in puberty. I dwelled on his puffy little boy puberty titties as there was more to suck than on most boys his age. I was getting super worked up and so was Ryan as he was virtually gasping, he was enjoying the new feelings.

I started to move down and, like with Dylan, I kissed, licked and sucked his skin on the journey to the land of the giant boy penis. I stopped on the way and spent some time licking his bellybutton, which drove him mad in ticklish giggles.

***

I love boy bodies. A perfect boy body is 10-13 years of age. No hair and no fat but also not emaciated so I can count ribs. I am not looking for six-packs, treasure trails, or ripped muscles. What I want is a delightfully smooth body on the cusp of maturity. Ryan, in my mind, has the perfect body. Yes, Dylan's is wonderful, but Ryan is a picture of boyish perfection. I have talked about his bum, which is glorious, but now as I see him in the light as I am on my oral pleasuring trip from his perfect face and lips, through his smooth chest, puffy puberty-boy nips and over the most delightful land of his abdomen from navel to base of his cock. It was smooth, flat, hairless and perfection.

I am not sure how either of these boys has not ended up with a semen shower from me so far, but I was extremely worked up and in desperate need of release. Like the dedicated boy fancier that I am, I stayed the course and continued my journey.

As I moved down, I skipped the screamingly hard and hot penis and crouched down between his legs, lifted his scrotum with his heavy medium-sized testicles and licked his perineum and down his inside thighs. Ryan was thrashing, his penis was swelling and his glans were fully exposed from his intact foreskin aching to be finished off. I moved up and did the mother cat routine on his overly large bag and then put each ball in my mouth and lightly sucked.

After making sure no ball was left behind, I again moved up and licked from the base to the tip his penis. That pocket-rocket radiated heat like it was on fire and it twitched and bounced from my tongue job like it was alive. I fully explored his penis with my tongue and planted little lip nibbles on the base mound.

I was moving to get comfortable to commence to blow when Dylan swooped in and took Ryan into his mouth. It was very unexpected and very hot! I sat back and took in the sight of these two gorgeous 12-year-old boys, one with his mouth devouring the other. Dylan was clearly not experienced and gagged a few limes as he bobbed up and down. I watched as he sucked just the glans for a minute and then Ryan pushed Dylan's head down to continue the full shaft suck.

***

I needed to release my load, but I wanted to be part of the action as it was so freaking sexy and erotic. I crawled up behind Dylan, whose bum was sticking up in the air as he sucked his friend. I leaned over and kissed each of Dylan's cheeks and then licked the length of his crack a few times. I wasn't sure how he was going to feel about the bum play, but he wiggled and moaned on Ryan's cock, so I took that as a good sign.

I parted Dylan's cheeks, leaned forward and stuck my tongue in. I was relieved, he was as clean as can be and even smelled like the H20 soap that Disney's provides for their guests. I licked from top to bottom a few times. I moved away to see how the two of them were doing and Dylan just gave me a thumbs up. Ryan was moaning and thrashing and going to cum shortly. I decided to try something and started to move Dylan's body so that he could get sucked by Ryan if he was interested, in a 69 position.

Dylan cooperated and moved freely without releasing Ryan from his mouth. Ryan opened his eyes and knew exactly what was coming and reached out and grabbed Dylan's cock and guided it to his mouth as Dylan lowered his body to comply. He gagged a bit as Ryan's dick went in a bit too far as Dylan lowered himself, but he self-corrected and continued his oral pleasuring of his friend.

I watched for a couple of seconds, grabbed my iPhone and snapped a few pictures.

The scene was so erotic, I had a hard time going back to Dylan's bum as I wanted to watch and finish myself off, but I did. I took my position at his shoot, parted his cheeks and stuck my tongue in again; this time I tried to enter his anus. The outer ring would not surrender, but it was fun trying. I settled for some licking and then a couple more licks.

I moved around to watch the climax between the boys and as I came within reach, Ryan grabbed my cock and pulled me closer so that my penis was over Dylan's butt and Ryan's face underneath. He started to jack me off and I knew I was going to blow within moments. I think he knew I was close as he jacked harder and pulled my penis, so it pointed at his cheek, it only took a couple more seconds and my dick erupted and it sprayed its offering all over Ryan's face, Dylan's penis and some on the bed. It was likely the most substantial amount I have ever released.

Just as the first drops splattered on Ryan, he ejaculated in Dylan's mouth as I recognized his change of breathing, the noises he made as well as the pumping of his dick into Dylan's mouth.

Almost like a well-choreographed dance, Dylan started cumming into Ryan's mouth. I knew because I saw his balls disappear and the rapid rabbiting he was giving Ryan's beautiful mouth.

As his climax finished, Dylan flopped over; his penis popped out of Ryan's mouth, leaving a trail of fresh semen across Ryan's other cheek and my bed. I also flopped down on the bed, leaving the three of us naked, covered in sweat and/or semen and panting.

I reached over and grabbed some tissues and wiped the semen that both Dylan and I left of Ryan's pretty face.

"Let's do that again!" Dylan exclaimed as he jumped on top of me and pretended to hump me.

As if on cue, the phone rang. I looked at the call display – it said Celebration Hospital. I told the boys I had a business call to take and left the room.

"Walter Furham here."

On the other end of the phone, the male voice said, "Good morning Mr. Furman, this is Dr. Sharpe at Celebration Hospital. I am afraid I don't have good news for you…"

Chapter 8

"I understand that Ms. Shultz explained Mrs. Petrov's medical condition and our plan to perform a routine appendectomy last night. She was scheduled for surgery at midnight and at approximately 11:00 her condition rapidly deteriorated and she was taken to emergency surgery as her appendix had ruptured. We completed the operation and did as much as we can, but she is in a coma as a result of complications of a condition called peritonitis," the doctor explained.

I was in shock and in stunned disbelief from what I was hearing. I was having a problem processing the information as my mind immediately went to Dylan and calculating how I was going to manage the situation that I don't even fully comprehend at this moment.

"We have Mrs. Petrov on a high dose of antibiotics to fight the infection, but the rapid onset and the extent of the peritonitis resulted in sepsis and has caused the coma. Her condition is very grave. I would like you to come in to talk to Ms. Shultz and me about the course of treatment, her prognosis as well as her minor son and his care," the doctor continued.

The doctor was dumping too much information on me at once and I needed to get a word in edgewise.

"Can I ask a few questions, I am feeling a bit overwhelmed at what you are telling me," I said.

"I am sorry, Mr. Furman, yes please ask anything," Dr. Sharpe offered.

"Cutting to the chase doctor, is there a chance that Ms. Petrov may not survive?"

"Unfortunately, that is a very real possibility and at this moment I would say the odds are against her due to the extent of the infection."

"Where is her husband in all of this? Have you reached any other family?"

"Her husband walked out last night and said he was not coming back and to tell her that he is filing for divorce. We have tried to reach him and he is ignoring our calls and messages. She has listed her son as next of kin and as far as we know and have discovered she has no living family and neither does the boy's deceased father. At this moment in time, you are all the boy has," the doctor gave me the news I was most dreading.

Suddenly, both boys burst out of the room, Ryan chasing Dylan, both of them still naked. They were laughing and having fun.

Ryan yelled, "I am going to catch you and make you kiss my huge dick again!" I covered the receiver in enough time to avoid the doctor from hearing the dick kissing comment.

"Both of you pick a room and stay there! This is a very important call," I said in my sternest voice.

Both boys froze, looked terrified and sulked into Dylan's room and closed the door behind them.

"Sorry Doctor, Dylan and a friend were being boisterous. If you can release her personal details, I can have my staff do a detailed background check and see if there are any blood relatives that maybe are out there. I am a lawyer and am a partner in a law firm in Michigan. We do a lot of child advocacy work and my staff are quite adept at this kind of investigative work."

"Certainly Mr. Furman, you are listed as the guardian in Mrs. Petrov's admission documents and as the next of kin is a minor and you are acting as loco parentis, we can release all information to you. I would ask that you connect with Ms. Shultz and make the necessary arrangements."

"I will grab a shower and head over shortly, what is your advice on bringing her son with me."

"I suggest you not bring the boy unless you have no other childcare arrangements. She will be in ICU for a while and I think that could be traumatizing for a 12-year-old. Once she is stable, she will have a private room and that would be the best time to bring him in. When he does come, I would like Ms. Shultz and I to be there to help him process what he is seeing and feeling. Do you need transportation or directions?"

"No, I have been a customer of your hospital in the past with one on my kids a few years back. I have a rental car and know my way. I will see you within two hours once I can see to Dylan and his care and get ready. Thank you, doctor."

We concluded the call, I grabbed a robe from the washroom and wandered out to the balcony so I could collect my thoughts for a few moments. I called Rob and asked him to come to my room as soon as possible. I had woken him and he sleepily asked if he had time to shower and shave. I advised that he should and that I would have breakfast in the room for all of us in one hour. The arrangement was set.

"I will take good care of Dylan, Walt. Don't worry for a moment," Rob said over the phone.

"I know you will, buddy. Thank you for finding us, I would be screwed right now if we hadn't bumped into you guys. It's not going to be easy, but it is easier with a friend."

I explained the details I knew and we ended the call.

I wandered into the room where the boys were and they were both snuggled together under the covers watching the Disney information channel and chattering back and forth. They looked super cute together and my heart was breaking for the hardship that I suspect is going to change Dylan's life forever. I stood and watched them looking all cozy under the blanket and planning their adventures for the day.

"Hey Dylan, I am going to run over to the hospital to check in with your mother. Rob is coming over in an hour and we will have breakfast together. After that, I will head to the hospital while the three of you can hit the parks," I said, trying to sound as a matter of fact as possible.

***

Ryan did not understand what was happening and he whooped at the news of his dad coming and them going to the parks. Dylan just looked at me like he was trying to read my face. I smiled at him and answered his unasked questions.

"Your mom is not in her own room yet; once she is, I will take you to see her, ok?"

I guess this was enough of a non-alarming response as he said ok and then resumed his banter with Ryan.

"Guys, I am going to grab a shower now and get dressed. You should do the same, so we are ready in an hour."

Both boys gave me an animated thumbs up and went back to their Disney infomercial. I headed to the master washroom and brushed my teeth, shaved and turned on the shower.

I called out "boys, don't forget … you now have 45 minutes … hit the showers."

"Yes, Uncle Walt," they yelled in unison.

***

I stepped into the shower and immediately relaxed as the warm water cascaded from the rain showerhead over my body.

I so needed this as I still had dried semen on my body from the incident last night with Ryan and I am sure more than a little nervous perspiration from the various encounters I have had for the past 24 hours not to mention what hot, humid Florida sun does to the unaccustomed human body. No sooner had I picked up my bar of Disney H20 soap than the door opened to the washroom and there Dylan was standing outside the shower.

"Uncle Walt, can I come in and shower with you? Ryan is in the other shower."

There wasn't much he hasn't seen or touched now, so there was no reason to say no and I could tell from his voice he was a little down likely worrying about his mom.

"Sure Tiger."

He stepped in and closed the door behind him. He reached over and hugged me.

"Please hold me for a couple of minutes."

I returned the hug and held him tightly. It was a hug of compassion and not of passion. The boy needed me and he needed a connection with a caring adult to reassure him that everything would be ok. I know he is very nervous about his mom.

As I stood there hugging his body, Dylan was quiet and sullen and I silently wept for the boy who was in the Happiest Place on Earth with the worst possible trauma potentially about to descend on him. Tears were streaming down my face and I stifled a sob as I wanted to be strong for my tiger. He needed me and I was going to be there for him no matter what! I put my hand on his head and lightly pressed his head into my chest as if to accentuate the developing bond between us.

I cleared my eyes, regained my composure and broke the silence.

"I have some good news; my wife and son are coming tomorrow. You will get to meet them and you and Ryan can hang out with Randy."

He looked up at me and said, "Is this the son with the fake pubic hair?" He giggled, taking great pleasure at laughing at his own joke.

"Yes, and do not say anything to him about that, he would be very embarrassed."

"Duh, I know. I am a bald penis 12-year-old, I know how it feels. When your wife comes, how can we continue to have our boy orgies?" he asked with a big grin on his face.

I reached down, grabbed his penis and said, "Is this the only thing you think about?" as I shook it to make a point.

His dick went instantly hard and he moaned. "Oh, my Gawd, keep doing that."

I chuckled and said, "that proves my point."

My hand went from shaking his penis to lovingly stroking it. He turned and leaned his back against my front as I continued to masturbate him. He was moaning and squirming against me, making my penis stand at attention.

"Tiger, we don't have time for this now. We need to get cleaned up and ready for Rob to arrive."

I released his penis and started to wash my body. Dylan took the cue and started to wash his hair. The entire time we both remained hard. I was done washing my hair and body as Dylan finished rinsing his hair and I was opening the door to get out.

***

As I opened the door to the shower, I jumped as Ryan came into view sitting on the toilet seat with his towel wrapped around his waist and was staring at me with a big smile on his face.

"Holy crap, how long have you been there."

"I walked in as you were rinsing your hair. I wondered where Dylan was so I came looking for him."

I looked back at Dylan who was looking a little dejected. He looked up at me with a serious but sad look on his face and said, "Uncle Walt, please wash me," as he held out the bar of soap.

"I have to get dry and dressed. It will only take a minute and you are faster than me," he said that as he was demonstrating how pathetic he was at washing himself allowing the bar of soap to squirt out of his hand as if an accident.

"Fine, Dylan. But Ryan, you go get dressed."

"No way, I am going to stay and watch you wash Dylan," and with that he stood, dropped his towel, sat back down and started to jack himself off like he was watching some porno movie.

"What is it with the horny 12-year-olds these days. Is this all they think about?"

I stepped back in and started to close the door and Ryan stopped me. "Nuh ah, I can't watch with the door closed."

"Fine," I said and pushed it all the way open for the audience of one.

You might think that I am some unrelenting pedophile at this point in the story as I seem to have no willpower and seem to do whatever some doe-eyed little boy demands of me. Yes, I have allowed myself to be sucked into the sexual games of boys a number of times over the years, but my behavior over the past 24 hours has been uncharacteristically horny and irresponsible. I am not sure if my resistance is low because I am tired or whether my secret sexual desire for little boys is increasing. Either way, I am trying to balance being a responsible guardian while enjoying some mutually desired boy play.

Turning to Dylan, who was still hard, I started to soap his upper body and I suddenly had a flashback to a shower with Randy a few days ago and suspected that Dylan's goals were the same.

I ran the soap across his chest and over his tiny nipples. He still has the tiny little dime-sized nipples of a little boy, but they poked up a bit as I stimulated them with the extra cleaning attention I was giving them.

"Kiss them, Walt!" requested Ryan.

I bent over and gave each nipple a little kiss, lick and then a suck. Dylan closed his eyes and moaned.

"Oh man, that is hot!" Ryan said as he continued to pump away at his dick.

I got back to cleaning and washed his neck and back. His back was beautiful with a light dusting of downy fur and the skin was flawless. It was like a piece of art. I rinsed him and then went to his butt and started to rub each cheek with the bar of soap. Dylan moaned and Ryan spoke up.

"Can you turn him a bit so I can see."

I obliged as I was pretty worked up myself and enjoying the feel of his body, the sensuousness of the scene as well as the odd thrill of being observed by another boy who was enjoying the moment himself.

I put on a bit of a show for Ryan, rubbing each cheek and spreading them to show Ryan his anus. Dylan laughed and thrust his butt out comically. I soaped my hand and ran it through his crack, over his anus and between his legs.

Dylan instinctively spread his legs to give me greater access to his taint and anus.

I washed his bum so many times, it was clean enough to eat off. Too bad we didn't have time to do that. I finished up this side by washing his legs, cute little feet and toes. I turned Dylan around to make sure that Ryan had a good view of the final act of the show.

I started where I left off on his front and washed from his rib cage down. I soaped up my hands and then applied them to his torso rubbing every millimeter of his gorgeous skin. I washed him thoroughly from ribs to the start of his pubis and back up. I made sure his belly button was very clean and made extra sure by blowing a raspberry in it, to a fit of laughter, and then used my tongue to triple check its cleanliness.

When I was done, all that was left was to clean what makes Dylan a boy. His pubis, penis and scrotum were waiting for their turn. Ryan was starting and stopping his wank as he kept edging, wanting to hold off until the climax of the show.

I put the soap up on the little soap rack, rinsed the boy and started to walk out of the shower and said: "You can finish up Dylan." Ryan booed and Dylan grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the shower.

I smiled, laughed and said, "OK fine. But if you plan on finishing, you have about five minutes and then we all have to get dried and dressed for Ryan's dad."

I soaped up both hands again and applied them to his pubis and carefully scrubbed back and forth grazing his hard boy rocket with the back of my hand with each swipe. This was, of course, the plan to move things along while finishing the cleaning job. Each time his sweet little dick was swiped, it lurched and Dylan moaned.

"Please suck it, Walt. I need to cum and I really want you to suck me off."

I was not expecting that at all. It was a playful little scene and now it took a much more serious and erotic turn. I was absently rubbing back and forth on his pubis as I contemplated it. It's not like I haven't had boy dick in my mouth already in the last 24 hours, it just made me uneasy particularly with Ryan as an audience member watching.

"Please," Dylan pleaded as he started to jack himself and thrust in my direction looking for the release that his body craved.

"I'll say it again, what is it with 12-year-old boys, jeesh!" I said to nobody in particular.

Dylan was not focusing on my words at this point and Ryan was lost is a haze of edging to the brink and back in anticipation of the main event.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought to myself, repeating an odd expression my parents used to use all the time.

"Ryan, you may want to get closer to get a good look. Dylan, are you ready?"

"Yes, hurry up!"

I got down on my knees, and as I did, I noticed Ryan moving forward and standing outside the shower stall, but only inches away from the action. I washed his rock-hard dick first and then his scrotum.

"Come on Walt, please stop stalling. Suck me off!" Dylan pleaded. I was enjoying torturing him a bit.

"Suck him off… Suck him off… Suck him off…" Ryan started chanting like he was at a wrestling match.

I stared at his pulsing dick and noticed his angry purple glans from all the stimulation. Finally, I stuck my tongue out and leaned in. I just flicked the end lightly a few times. Then I grabbed it with one hand and nibbled on the glans, frenulum and the shaft moving down to his balls and then took both of those marble-sized beauties in my mouth and moved them around with my tongue and lightly sucked his bag.

Dylan started to sway, Ryan told him, "hold on to Walt's head, so you don't fall," which he did.

I finished up on his scrotum and pushed his penis down and nibbled from the base mound playing with the downy fur that will one day host his first pubes. I contributed to lip nibble up the top of his shaft to his glans flicked the tip a few more times and then took his entire penis into my mouth. Dylan started, I don't want to use the F-U word, but was fornicating with my mouth. I grabbed his testicles and lightly pulled them down from his body as he moaned and pushed my head further into his pelvis as if there was more penis hidden inside that needed to be sucked. I felt his testicles started to rise into his body and I knew his release was on the way.

I bobbed up and down, enjoying the texture of the skin of his penis in my mouth. Each time I came up to the top, I would linger a few seconds on his glans and move back down. I was blowing this child as I would like to be blown with a variety of movements and methods of stimulation.

I decided to use the new technique I learned and started to hum as I sucked his beautiful boy appendage. The song was 'When You Wish Upon A Star', and as I reached 'your dreams come true,' I felt fluid on the side of my head and a split second later in my mouth. Dylan got off three powerful squirts and several blanks of very thin boy juice.

"Don't swallow" Dylan quickly said as he realized what he did, "I want to see!"

Ryan had blasted six liquid offerings, three of which were in my hair and the rest on the floor and on his dick. His semen was still not fully mature, but it was milky, thicker and a lot more than Dylan produced. I opened my mouth and showed Dylan his semen that was on my tongue.

"Spit it in my hand," he said and I obliged. He played with it for a few seconds and then washed it off.

"Thanks, Walt, that was amazing. I love you so much," he kissed me on the cheek looked at my cock that was still hard and unloved and spoke to it, "I will see you later, mister!"

I quickly rinsed Dylan's penis and sent him out of the shower. I pulled Ryan in and rinsed off his boy toy as well, gave him a playful whack on the butt.

"You two go get dried and dressed now!"

I quickly rinsed my hair of the boy offering, wiped Ryan's emission off the floor with a tissue and took a quick look to make sure there were no tell-tale signs of the depravity that had occurred there that Mouse Keeping would notice.

When I was satisfied all was well, I moved to the bedroom to finish drying and dressing. As I was about to slip on my underwear, I heard a knock and then the door open.

"Hello, it's me, Rob."

"Daddy!" I heard Ryan exclaim and run to his dad.

"Why are you naked buddy? You should be dressed!"

As he was saying this, I was dressed and walked out as Ryan's naked butt was moving back into the room.

"See what I said, rather be naked than dressed. Sorry about my little streaker."

"It's ok; I have two boys at home that are the same and Dylan seems to share the same habit. Boys will be boys."

"It is actually kind of cute. They are so innocent and carefree, soon they will be sullen and fanatically private teens so we should enjoy them while we can," Rob said with a chuckle.

"Yeah," I said, but I was a little surprised by the comment that was in a similar vein to the cock rub he gave Ryan last night while he was sleeping. Is he perving on his son or even doing some things notwithstanding Ryan's insistence that he is not? Maybe this kind of thing between father and son is more common than I thought.

***

I came back to the here and now when once again there was a knock on the door. This time it was room service with our breakfast… right on time.

The server set up the food on my dining room table, I signed the receipt and he was gone.

"Boys, breakfast is here," I yelled.

Rob was taking his seat and I was about to sit down as both boys came out of the room naked again.

"Why are you still naked? I have been asking for you to get dressed for a while now and Rob just told Ryan the same thing."

"Ryan has no clothes, just a wet bathing suit and a robe. I wanted to keep him company so he wasn't naked alone."

As this conversation was taking place, Rob was seriously checking out Dylan's body. Again, it made me curious as to what Rob's story is.

"Oh right, I brought Ryan's clothes for him. They are in the backpack there with your toothbrush. Let's eat first and you can get dressed when we are done. You head out when you are ready, Walt. I will get these two dressed even if I have to do it myself!" Rob said and he looked Dylan up and down again not hiding that he was checking the boy out.

Both boys jumped in their seats and proceeded to eat everything that wasn't moving. I was sitting beside Dylan and I looked down and noticed he had a boner and kept fiddling with it. I was getting a bit nervous leaving him alone with Rob. I know I have been inappropriate with both of them, but my paternal and legal instincts were sounding the alarm bells and even though a double standard, I did not want him messing with Dylan when I left.

***

My phone then rang and I saw it was Alicia calling. I put my fingers to my lips and moved to the balcony and hit answer.

"Hi Ali", I answered.

"Just checking in. Are you having fun?" she asked.

"You know I can't have fun without you, babe," I responded.

"Ha! You are a big fibber Walter Furman," she said with a laugh.

"We are in the green room waiting for the set call. Today is going to be a long one for our boy star, but they have assured me a wrap today so we can be on the plane to you tomorrow."

"Sounds great! I can't wait to see both of you tomorrow. Is Randy there, I want to say hi."

"No, he is off at the craft table filling up on pop-tarts."

"OK, tell him I love him and miss him. Have you checked in at home yet?"

"Nope, that is next. Gotta go, the A.D. just came in looking for Randy. Love you!" and the line went dead.

I had really wanted to give Alicia some information on Dylan and now had to wait until she arrived.

***

As I came back into the room, Ryan was gone and Rob moved to my seat and was chatting up Dylan.

"What are you two talking about?" I asked.

"Rob was just telling me about the surgery mom is having and showed me where the doctor opens her up and where the scar will be," as he said that he stood up, penis now about half hard.

"Show Walt where the scar will be." Rob reached over and traced a line on Dylan's body on the left side close to his pelvic V under his belly button and above his penis.

"Yea, I know where they are, I had mine out too," I said a bit sternly. Rob looked at me and had a puzzled look on his face.

I said in a calm but firm voice, "Dylan, please go get dressed NOW."

Dylan got up and went right to his room. Ryan came out a few moments later wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts that also seemed unfashionably short and tight. The front of the shorts was borderline obscene – I could see the outline of his boy package as it left quite a lump and was hard to miss.

He came over, sat on his dad's knee, kissed him on the cheek and said "I had a great time with Dylan and Walt. Can I stay again tonight?"

Rob jumped in right away and said what I was thinking. "Dylan's mom is sick. We are not sure what the plans are for tonight, so we will have to see after dinner."

Dylan walked out of his room dressed in a vintage Disneyworld 1971 t-shirt, board shorts and a Mickey Mouse baseball cap. This kid is 24/7 cute!

"Are you guys ready to go? I have to head out now, let's go downstairs together."

Rob, looking a little concerned said, "Sure we can walk with you now. Let's go boys." We all traveled down on the elevator.

"Where are you three heading?" I asked.

Rob said, "Hollywood Studios. Is that OK, Dylan?"

"It's more than OK; it's perfect." We all got out of the elevator and headed out the front door.

"I will call you when I am back Rob, we can meet up where you are," I said.

"Have fun guys," I said as I was turning to head left to the parking lot.

Dylan lunged at me and hugged me. "I'm going to miss you, Uncle Walt. I love you and give mom a kiss for me please."

"I love you too buddy, be safe, have fun and call me from Rob's phone if you want to talk to me."

He seemed really upset I was leaving him but did not want to show it in front of his friend.

All three turned right towards the bus terminal and I watched them walk away. I could not look away from Ryan's tight and short shorts. That boy is going to be a jerk-off fantasy for a number of guys who see that sexy boy today – definitely not a Disney look.

***

After what seemed like forever, I finally got to the rental car and got in. I was checking my email on the phone and saw two emails that I needed to deal with. The first one was from Ms. Shultz at the hospital. It was a scan of Dylan's mom's admission papers and her identification. I flipped that email to Lisa, my assistant at the office asking her to get the team to do a full background check on her and a deep dive into her family to see if there were any relatives.

The second email was from Alexi. It was not particularly nice, but it sure showed the measure of the man.

Dear Faggot Lawyer,

I wanted you to know I am NOT going to be part of that crazy woman and the queer brat's life anymore; you can have them. Tell the hospital to stop calling me, I don't care what happens to either of them, I will not be paying any hospital bills and I will not be taking any responsibility for the boy. I will be filing a divorce as soon as I am home and I will be moved out before she gets back.

Alexi Petrov

That note enraged me; I wanted to hurt him for what he had done to Dylan and his mom. What a sad excuse of a human being.

Chapter 9

As I pulled out of the Contemporary Resort parking lot, my phone rang. It was a private investigator from my office. My assistant had forwarded him the email and my request for an investigation on Dylan's mom. We discussed the information I needed and I also decided to ask him to find out as much about Alexi Petrov as well while he was at it. He promised a report in a few hours.

It was a short 15-minute drive to the hospital. In that short time, my mind was racing. What if there is nobody else to watch Dylan when I go back home in a couple of days? What if she dies, who is going to take care of the boy? How am I going to explain to Alicia that I have had a boy in my room and I did not mention it to her? How do I go back home, leaving Dylan in such a terrible position? I was feeling overwhelmed and only avoided a panic attack because I arrived at the hospital and it was time to be a big boy lawyer.

***

After parking and making my way to the ICU, I was asked to wait in a conference room while Dr. Sharpe and Ms. Schultz were located. I really hate hospitals and that extends to hospital meeting rooms as well. I know that it is ridiculous, but every time I am in a hospital, it is traumatic, including for the birth of my children. Even the most routine visits become nightmares for me for some reason. I had a bad feeling that today was going to continue the trend. I was unable to sit down while I was waiting and instead paced nervously while I waited for my hosts.

Twenty minutes after being put in the conference room, the door opened and in walked a man and a woman who had morbid looks on their faces.

"Mr. Furman, I am Dr. Sharpe and this is Ms. Shultz, we are going to be joined by a caseworker from the Florida Department of Children and Families shortly."

"It's a pleasure to meet both of you," I said as the usual perfunctory reply to such introductions. It was not a pleasure to be here or to meet either one of these people. "But, I don't understand why CPS is joining us."

"We are required to advise them in such situations to look out for the welfare of the children of lone parents under our care. It is simply routine as there is a very real potential of the child becoming a permanent ward of the state," Dr. Sharpe said.

"Have you had any luck with your investigation into the existence of blood relatives?" Ms. Shultz asked.

"I only saw the admissions file about an hour ago and I have my private investigator working on it now. I expect a report any time now. I also asked for information on Alexi as well."

"We would appreciate any information you can come up with."

"Can we cut to the chase and you folks fill me in on what is happening with Teresa?"

"As I explained on the phone this morning, Mrs. Petrov is in a coma brought on by the rapid onset of sepsis. Her condition has not changed since we talked. We continue to treat her with a high dosage of intervenes cefotaxime, which is a very powerful antibiotic. We are monitoring her vitals closely to determine if there is any improvement. If there isn't or if her condition worsens, we will have to operate and potentially perform a blood transfusion. Let me be very clear, this is a very grave situation and Mrs. Petrov has quite an uphill battle ahead of her," Dr. Sharpe explained.

"I am sorry to ask this, but what are the odds of survival," I asked.

Dr. Sharpe looked at me for a moment, probably used to grieving families being distraught and emotional at this point. That I was not, and not that I am uncaring, it was that my only real concern is for Dylan and I was already thinking ahead to the incredibly difficult position I am going to find myself if I remain involved. I am only here for a few more days, the extra time only because of Randy's auditions for Disney Channel. I really cannot extend further as I have court appearances next week that I have to attend for my clients.

"I don't like giving odds on human life, but what I can say is that recovery is unlikely," Dr. Sharpe said.

Tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Ms. Shultz pushed a box of tissues my way, but I simply wiped them away with my hand.

"Rest assured that we are not giving up and we are going to do our best. The next 24 hours will tell us a lot," the doctor said in an attempt to try and give me some hope.

"To be honest, I am not worrying about Teresa; I am heartbroken for her son. She is all he has and this is going to change his life forever," I said.

There was a knock at the door and in walked a cheerful-looking man dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops.

"Hello, I am Tommy Morrow from the Department of Children and Families." As he said his name, both the doctor and Ms. Shultz looked less than impressed. "Sorry for my appearance, it was my day off and I was asked to come straight here for," he looked into his file folder, "um, for Dylan Butler."

"Mr. Morrow, this is Mr. Walter Furman. He is the guardian of the child. I am Ms. Shultz, I am the social worker assigned to Mrs. Petrov, the boy's mother, and this is Dr. Sharpe, her attending physician."

Everyone shared handshakes and sat at the conference table. Tommy seemed like a laid-back guy with a nice smile and lyrical voice that made him sound like he was going to burst into song at any moment.

In my professional practice, I deal with a lot of CPS caseworkers. Most fall into two camps, ones that could walk off the pages of a Charles Dicken novel – cold, aloof, by the book and the other is a group that seems like they want to help kids and for whom rules and policy are more guiding principles as opposed to rigid commandments. Without really getting to know him, I sensed that he was more the latter.

"Perhaps you folks can catch me up to where we are with Master Butler and why Celebration Hospital is concerned about his welfare."

Each of us briefed Tommy on our particular role. Tommy took copious notes and asked questions when he needed clarification on points. When each of us had finished with our points, we sat in silence for a couple of moments while Tommy flipped back and forth in his notebook. Finally, he closed his book, put his pen down and spoke.

"It is clear to me that Dylan is, at this moment, a temporary ward of the state. His mother is unable to care for him due to her, err, coma. His step-father has abandoned both his wife and his step-son by about 1,100 miles. Walter here was granted a 'kinda/sorta' guardianship by Mrs. Petrov before her condition worsened. Walter is not a relative and not even a family friend, but has had custody of the boy for almost 24 hours now."

"From what I have heard, the prognosis for recovery of Mrs. Petrov is poor and even if it does happen, recovery will be measured in weeks and not days. Further, and this is the most troubling part to me, Walter, you have transferred custody to a man you met last night and he is now alone with Dylan at Disney. You know nothing about this man or, frankly, whether the boy he says is his son is really his son. Did I miss anything?" Tommy said, looked up from his notes and smiled.

Realizing that his summary was spot on and a genuine problem for a CPS caseworker, I kind of flinched as I said, "Yup, that about sums it up. I am usually the lawyer in these cases and not one of the participants, so I guess I have not made perfect decisions."

"So then, Dr. Sharpe, Ms. Shultz, do you need Mr. Furman for anything else at this time. He and I are going to Disney World."

Tommy said that in a way to mimic the famous and often quoted TV commercials for Disney World and Disneyland and smiled looking for someone to get the joke. I smiled in recognition and chuckled. Sharpe and Shultz just stared at us impassively.

***

As Tommy and I walked out of the conference room, he asked if he could drive with me as he had taken a cab to the hospital. I agreed and we made small talk on the way to the car. Amongst the things I discovered about Tommy is that he moved to the Orlando area to be near Disney. He had been working as a social worker for a school in New York State and made a move about three years ago. He says he is in the parks every weekend and even had a podcast about all things Disney called 'The Tom Morrow Show.' We both got in the car and belted in.

Tommy turned to me and got serious. "Listen, my job right now is to take Dylan into custody and get him into state care until his mother recovers or dies. Here is the thing, state care sucks and I always try and find a way to keep kids out of it. Based on how you described your role, it seems that you really care about the boy and I want to know if we could find a way to qualify you as a foster care guardian."

As much as I knew this was coming, I was still stunned to hear the words. It is true; I do care deeply for Dylan and the thought of simply allowing him to walk out of my life today and go with Tommy to some group home hell hole makes be sick to my stomach.

"Yea, I figured that was coming. So, even if I was able to rearrange my life to do this, how would it be possible to qualify as a foster parent in Florida when I do not live here? I am supposed to go home in a few days. I kind of doubt the court would approve an application that was care of Walt Disney World."

"I have a plan that might work. Both you and Dylan's mom are residents of the State of Michigan. I propose that we ask the court to transfer the matter to Michigan. I am pretty sure that I can put this off a few days with a Director's order based on the informal grant of guardianship you were granted and in the meanwhile we get Michigan processing your application as we wait and see what happens with mom."

"If you agree, I can get the background check details from you right now and email it to my office and make sure we cover our asses by making sure you aren't a criminal on the run, a white slave trader or a pedophile." I almost vomited when he said pedophile, but I remained calm.

"You aren't planning to sell Dylan's kidney's, are you?" he said and then laughed.

I also laughed just glad he didn't say the word pedophile again.

"Listen, I cannot commit to anything other than taking care of him for the next few days until I talk to my wife, she will be here tomorrow. However, I do agree with your plan, so let's go through that as we drive."

Tommy grilled me and went into excruciating details. I didn't want to lie as an officer of the court, that would put me in even greater jeopardy if anything ever came out, but thankfully there was no question in the paperwork that asked 'do you lust after or have sex with boys' or anything of the sort. It did ask if I was a homosexual, which I was truly able to say no as I am sure that in the ultra-conservative south, that would have resulted in an immediate shredding of the application.

"Let's add another reference when you send it in, U.S District Judge Richard Denning of the 90th District Court, Michigan," I said just remembering that Rick and I go way back and that could help if I decide to take this any further.

"Let me say you are a very well-connected man Walter Furman. If this all checks out, you won't just be approved as a guardian, but perhaps a man of the year too!"

As we entered the Contemporary Resort parking lot, it was shortly after 2:00 pm, time to start thinking about lunch since we had breakfast at 11. Tommy and I discussed that we would arrange to meet Dylan, and the others, for lunch at 3 and I made the call. They were at Hollywood Studios and we arranged to have lunch at the ABC Commissary, a decent counter service restaurant in the center of the park. Meanwhile, Tommy had to inspect the room where Dylan was 'living.'

As we waited for the elevator, Tommy was telling me about his connection to my hotel, "My dad worked for US Steel and was part of the management of the construction of this hotel when he coordinated the delivery and installation of the modular rooms that were slid into place in the big A-frame. He loves staying here when he comes to visit. In fact, we got to stay in the Presidential Suite when I was a kid when he retired. It's up on the 14th floor."

As he said 14th floor, I slid my card in the security access reader and pressed 14.

"Where you are staying, I guess. You aren't in the presidential or vice-presidential suites, are you?"

"Nope, just in the poor man's suite," I joked. We got off the elevator and headed to my suite.

"Welcome to my temporary foster home."

"Wow, you must have a very successful law practice! You didn't disclose you were a mob lawyer when I was interviewing you," he said with a smile. "Show me where Dylan is sleeping."

I gave Tommy the tour of the suite and he made notes, took pictures and said,

"We are good to go! My only concern is that you do not have much in the way of clothing for the boy. Do you have his suitcase from where he was staying?"

"No, that is a good point. I will need to go and clear out the motel room and finalize their bill. I am sure Alexi didn't," I said.

"Great! Let me know if you need anything and I can get it for you from our quartermaster," replied Tommy.

"Shall we head to Hollywood Studios now, we have 30 minutes before our scheduled meet-up," I said.

"Lead the way, McDuff. We driving?"

"Yea, we don't have time for the buses, they take forever."

***

As we arrived on the main floor, my phone rang. "It's my office. Hopefully, they have details on the potential family for Dylan."

I answered and I got the report on Teresa and Alexi. She was the manager at a Bob Perkin's Farm Restaurant in Michigan. Member of PTA. 550 FICO credit score. Lots of debts on credit cards. 1st husband deceased. She married three weeks ago to Alexi Petrov, a Russian Citizen and a Permanent Resident.

Both her parents are dead. No brother or sisters. One aunt in a nursing home in California. A criminal conviction for shoplifting in 2001 and sentenced to community service. Lives in a 2-bedroom apartment.

His deceased father was in the foster system since a young age with no record of the family.

Alexi has three assault charges on his record as well as a violation of parole for one of them. He has been married four previous times and has two children, both are adults and in Russia. There is a restraining order against him from an ex-wife and a revoked driver's license for a DUI earlier this year.

I hung up the phone and exhaled and shook my head.

"I am guessing the news is bad," Tommy said.

"Yea. No family was found other than an elderly aunt in a nursing home. Alexi is a total scumbag with priors and a string of ex-wives. Teresa is all Dylan has. If she dies, he is screwed and will follow in his father's footsteps and bounce around the foster system."

My office sent the file through to my email, which I forwarded to both Tommy and Ms. Shultz at the hospital as I promised.

"Let's cross that bridge if we come to it, right now I need to meet Dylan and we need to break the news to him about his mother. I should hear a preliminary update from my office on your background check within a few hours so I can hopefully leave him in your care," Tommy said.

We made the short drive over to Hollywood Studios and spent most of the time talking about our mutual Disney obsession. Tommy is definitely somebody I would enjoy spending time with at the parks! I learned that he made a move to the Orlando area following a bad relationship break up and he loves his new life only a stone throw from The World. I also learned that he has been a part-time cast member during peak guest periods and works in Epcot most of those times.

When we parked in the Film section of the parking lot, Tommy wanted to discuss what was about to happen for a few moments so that we can be united and unambiguous.

"Walt, we have a few minutes to spare so I thought we should plan out how we are going to approach this with Dylan. So, you know, I have a couple of things I must do and report on. Firstly, I will have to meet with him alone to ask if he is safe and happy in his current custodial arrangement. Secondly, and we should do this together, I have to explain exactly what is happening with his mother and third we need to confirm his understanding of his family situation and ask if he has any family to care for him and last, I need to let him know what is going to happen to him today and in the short term on the assumption his mother will once again be able to care for him."

Tommy continued, "Here is the hard part, I have to take him into custody unless the director gets back to me and approves your temporary guardianship. As I mentioned, the circumstances are unusual but in light of the wishes of his mother, I have recommended leaving him in situ."

"Can I start and ease into the conversation by introducing you and also to let him know that we are working together in his best interest?" I asked.

"Yes, I think that is a great idea. We will also need to ask your friends to give us privacy. Perhaps they can go off and do some rides until we are done."

"Will we know soon about my approval? He is a smart kid and is going to realize he is going into care pretty quickly and I don't want to put him through unnecessary stress."

"I am going to call the office on the way in and get an update and light a fire if necessary."

"The last thing, I assume we are not going to raise the doctor's prognosis at this point and leave him with some hope," I asked.

"I will not lie to him, if he asks, I have to be honest. But if he doesn't, then we won't. We are going to have to take it one step at a time. Let me lead on that and make the decision on this please," Tommy said.

"Great, we are legion then. Let's go," I said.

"Yes, and we agree too," Tommy said with a laugh.

We decided to skip the tram and walk to the park allowing Tommy to make his call to his office without others listening. He apologized that he was going to walk behind me so he could speak out of range of my hearing. I resented it but understood. He stopped while I walked ahead and made his call.

As I was walking, I was thinking about what was going to happen next. In my head, I was thinking it would be best for my family and me if the decision was that Dylan be put into care and I walk away. My heart yearned to hold the boy and be his rock at this terrible time in his life. I had flashbacks of all the fun we had since I had met him and how much I have fallen for this kid.

My dick was also adding its own opinion as images of Dylan's beautiful body and cute boy penis flashed into my head. I was having a memory tasting his little penis in my mouth, causing me to get hard as I was walking. His horny boy play was both annoying and sexy as hell, but I had to admit that I enjoyed every second and wanted more.

The internal argument between head, heart and dick continued until Tommy caught up to me and reported that the background check was the best the investigators had ever seen.

"They said that you are a cross between a Sunday school teacher and a boy scout." I smiled at that analogy and thought back to all the stories on Nifty that included scouts, scout leaders and Sunday school teachers in some pretty hot boy sex.

"We have one problem; the director is resistant to sign off on the arrangement as you are not a Florida resident and you are staying in a hotel. He wants to see what the alternatives are first to see if there are better accommodations before he makes a final call. I have my colleague lobbying him as well and badgering him to decide within the next 30 minutes. If worse comes to worst, I will hang out with you guys and enjoy the park until we get a decision, I have no plans tonight."

"In all my years working with CPS in Michigan, I have never met a worker as cool as you. Thank you for putting Dylan first, it is inspiring to see that you love kids… even those you haven't met yet," I said.

***

We arrived at the front gate and we both whipped out our Annual Passes, put our fingers on the biometric reader and were welcomed to Disney's Hollywood Studio. We walked right to the meeting location and saw Dylan, Ryan and Rob sitting at a table by the window. Dylan was staring through the window, looking for me. He caught sight of me and ran out of the restaurant and made a bee-line for me, leaped into my arms and hugged me tightly saying, "I have missed you SO much Uncle Walt!"

I said to him as his head was on my shoulder, "I want you to meet my friend, Tommy."

Dylan hopped down, smiled up at Tommy, stuck out his hand and shook it like a real gentleman.

"Nice to meet you Tommy, are you a social worker?"

Tommy laughed, "You are a smart kid. Yes, Dylan, I am a social worker with the Florida Department of Family and Children's Services and it is a pleasure to meet you."

The smile did not fade from Dylan's face; he grabbed my hand and said: "Let's go and eat."

We walked hand and hand to the table where Rob and Ryan were waiting. Tommy followed close behind. When we got to the table, everyone introduced themselves.

"Before we have lunch, I need to talk to Dylan alone. Dylan, let's go outside and find a quiet place to chat. Gentlemen, we will be right back. Oh, yea, I love the steak and fries here, can you order for me and put everyone's dinner on my card," as he handed his credit card to me.

Dylan looked at me with concern in his face, and I smiled and nodded.

"You guys are just going to talk; we will be right here waiting for you with your food."

With that, he got up and said, "ok, let's go."

The two of them walked out and found a bench that was actually in my line of sight. I think that was Tommy's doing to give Dylan the comfort to see that he was safe, close to me and not being whisked away to a foster home.

I filled Rob in while we were waiting in the long food line. Ryan was not paying attention to what we were saying so I could talk freely.

***

"So, Dylan, I want first to explain who I am and why I am here. First and foremost, I am here to help you and you can ask questions at any time. I will tell you whatever you want to know. As you know, my name is Tommy Morrow," Dylan laughed.

"You too, eh? Anyway, I have been assigned to be your caseworker because your mother is in the hospital and unable to care for you at this time. Since you have no relatives or legal guardian with you, you are currently the responsibility of the state."

"I know that Walt was asked by your mother to look after you when she went into the hospital, and I see that you two are close, but he is not your relative and he is not your legal guardian. It is my hope we can leave you with Walt until your mother is better. But I need to get approval and also ask you some questions. Do you understand?" Tommy asked Dylan, who was looking terrified and white as a ghost.

"I think so. Is my mom ok?" Dylan asked.

"We are going to talk about your mother when we get back with Walt, he knows more than I do about her as he is in touch with her doctor. OK?" Dylan's eyes started to get watery and he was on the verge of tears.

"Do you feel safe with Walt?"

"Yes, Walt is my friend and he is better to me than my own mother is."

"Has Walt given you any drugs or alcohol – beer, wine, or other things like that?"

"Ew, no."

"Excellent. Next has Walt touched you in a way that makes you uncomfortable?"

"No!" Dylan was getting frustrated at these questions.

"Has Walt touched your body in the area that would be covered by your bathing suit?"

"Speedo or surfer shorts?"

"Cute. Dylan, I have to ask these questions. I am sorry if you don't like them. Can you help me do my job to help you?"

"No, he has not touched my pee pee, dingle balls or bum bum," Dylan responded sarcastically.

Tommy had to stifle a laugh, "I see, no dingle ball touching," Tommy said and was writing in his notes.

"Don't write that! I was joking!" Dylan said.

"Oh, so he did touch your dingle balls," and he broke into a laugh. "I was just teasing you back."

Dylan laughed and relaxed.

"Let's just finish this up, I am so hungry I am about to pass out," Tommy said.

"Has Walt asked you to touch his bathing suit zone. You know, his dingle balls and such?"

Dylan smiled, "No and let's stop saying dingle balls."

Dylan knew that these questions would be asked at some point and was ready to keep the secrets between him and Walt.

The last question for now, "Do you want to stay with Walt, or would you prefer me to make another arrangement?"

"Are you crazy? I want to stay with Walt."

"Ok kiddo, let's go back and get our vittles."

***

I saw the two of them walking back to the restaurant and they were both smiling and laughing so it appears that it went well. We had just gotten all of the food and were arranging it on the table as they arrived.

"OK, let's eat. You will find that food tastes much better when it is paid for by the taxpayers of Florida!" Tommy joked.

We all sat and dug in while trying not to look at the mess the boys were making as they devoured the food in front of them. We made small talk and had a great time talking about the parks. Rob was actually a fan of Tommy's podcast and was a little star-struck when he made the connection.

All the food was devoured and it was time to have a conversation with Dylan about his mom.

Tommy spoke up, "Rob and Ryan, Walt and I need to have a private chat with Dylan. Can we do that and meet up with you shortly?"

Rob was looking at his schedule and said, "Why don't we go get in line at the Indiana Jones stunt Spectacular and save you seats. The show starts in one hour."

"That is perfect, Rob!" Tommy said and off they went. We moved to an isolated table away from other guests, so our conversation remained private.

I started the conversation, "We need to discuss your mother with you and what is happening at the hospital. I assume you and Tommy did not talk about this already."

Both Tommy and Dylan shook their heads. Dylan looked terrified.

"As you know, your mother had a medical emergency and ended up at the hospital last night. We talked about her condition and that she would need surgery."

"Yes, and you said that she was going to be ok because it was an easy operation," Dylan interjected.

"That's right Dylan, but before she went for surgery, she had another emergency and her appendix burst before they could operate. They did the surgery and her condition got much worse. She has a blood infection called sepsis and that has caused her to fall in a coma."

"Is she dead!" Dylan was crying and frantic. I moved over to him and hugged him.

"Tommy, can you continue, while I sit with Dylan."

"No Dylan, she is not dead. Being in a coma is like being asleep while the body tries to fix itself," Tommy said.

"Is she going to die?"

Tommy and I looked at each other as we realized we had to break the news to him.

"We don't know Dylan, but it is possible. The doctors are doing everything they can and she is getting great care. They all know she has a little boy that needs her so they are going to do their very best to make her better," Tommy explained.

Dylan was crying steadily now and had his head buried in my chest as I hugged him and rubbed his back to try and calm him. Tommy's phone rang and he silently dismissed himself from the table. Dylan continued to cry and we just held each other and I reiterated Tommy's comments.

"Uncle Walt, what is going to happen to me if she dies? I can't live with Alexi, he hates me!"

"Don't worry about Alexi, that would not be an option. He has left Florida anyway and told the doctor he wants a divorce," I told Dylan, news that you would think would be anything but comforting but, in this case, it was a mercy.

Dylan didn't press it further and we remained snuggled as Dylan calmed and became quiet.

When Dylan stopped crying, I heard him say a little prayer for his mother and asked God to make me his father if she died. That innocent and sad request to God made me cry silently.

Tommy walked over to us. He had his hand over the phone and asked when my wife was coming.

I responded, "tomorrow."

He started to walk away and I heard him say, "She will be in tonight." I smiled, realizing that he really was advocating for Dylan and me.

Tommy finished his call and returned to his seat.

"Dylan, are you ok to finish our talk?"

He released me and turned to look at Tommy with a sad face, swollen red eyes and tear streaks down his cheeks. My heart broke again.

"Walt, Dylan told me he wanted to stay with you when we met outside. He confirmed that you have not touched his dingle balls and that he felt safe and loved," Tommy said with a smile trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Dylan smiled for a brief moment at Tommy at their private joke. I looked at Tommy with a WTF look on my face.

"Just a private joke," Tommy replied.

"So, I have just talked to the director and he has signed a temporary legal guardianship agreement to make Walt your temporary legal guardian. Walt, he is scanning and faxing it to the hotel now, we can both sign it when we go back later and I will take the original to the office."

Dylan turned to hug me again and while I knew he was happy with the arrangement, his sadness for his mother eclipsed his joy.

"Dylan, I have one last question for you. Do you have any relatives – aunts, uncles, cousins, etc."

"No, sir. Except for a very old aunt in California – I think she is a nursing home."

"Dylan, do you want to go back to the hotel now or meet Rob and Ryan at the Indiana Jones show?" I asked.

"No, I will likely never get back to Disney again, sitting in a hotel feeling sad is silly. Let's stay." He paused and then said, "When can I see my mom?"

"I will ask the doctor when it is best, but you know that she will not be able to talk to you and she will be hooked up to a lot of machines. It could be scary," I said.

"I still want to go," he said.

"Ok, I will arrange it."

***

Dylan got up, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. "Let's go."

He stopped, turned, looked at Tommy and said: "what are you waiting for Social Worker?" Tommy smiled, and the three of us had a slow walk to Indiana Jones.

I turned to Tommy and whispered, "I heard what you said to your director. Thank you."

"I hate lying, but he was not going to ok it if it was just you even for one night. The boy needs you and I had to make that happen. Just keep your hands off of his dingle balls," and he laughed.

I looked again with a WTF face, he sensed my question. "I will explain later," he said.

What the heck did Dylan tell him? Dingle balls? Is he telling me to keep my hands off his testicles? Why would he say that?

We arrived at the show just as the line had finished being seated. I scanned the audience and saw Ryan jumping up and down to get our attention – they had amazing seats. We walked the center section, second-row aisle seats. Dylan sat beside me and held my hand tightly. Ryan moved to sit beside Dylan and put his arm around Dylan and pulled him in for a hug. They were so cute together and they chatted until the show started. Tommy on the aisle, then me, Dylan, Ryan and Rob.

***

The show was awesome and Dylan was enraptured by the spectacular. I am very glad he decided to stay and enjoy the park, sitting around worrying is pointless. He laughed his head off at the abuse the phony audience member was subjected to. Being a junior Disney Genius, he knew the gag before it started. He jumped at the explosions and applauded wildly.

As the show ended, Dylan announced: "We are going to the Tower of Terror next."

We all just followed along. Tommy stayed with us for the rest of the day and Dylan was our guide, we managed to hit every ride and see every show in the park. Last up was Fantasmic, the night time extravaganza.

"Hurry up everyone, Fantasmic starts in a half-hour!"

Dylan ordered as he powered through the crowd with the four of us in tow. As we arrived at the amphitheater, Dylan grabbed my hand and pulled me along – the seating was very limited and he escorted me to a seating area for two with a place for three two rows back on the aisle.

"Tommy, you Rob and Ryan sit there," pointing at the seats behind them. "Walt and I will sit here."

We all took our seats and Dylan snuggled into me, "I have missed you so much, Walt."

I put my arm around him and held him tightly. I have been hesitant to show too much affection towards the boy all day to avoid raising any concerns with Tommy as to the appropriateness of our relationship. Maybe I was too paranoid, but I know very well how suspicious CPS social workers are.

"I am so worried about my mom. Do you think she is going to die Walt?" he said as he sobbed quietly.

Dylan had been so intent on power touring today I don't think he had any time to think about the life-changing news he got this afternoon. Just sitting here waiting for the show and alone, Dylan's brave face started to crumble just a little bit.

"Dylan buddy, I don't know what is going to happen. I know she is getting good care and she is fighting to recover in her own way. There is no way she would want to leave a great kid like you."

I could feel Dylan's body convulse, but he was trying to remain quiet to avoid making a scene.

"Should we leave Dylan?"

"No, I am ok. I really want to see this," Dylan said as he sat upright ready for the show.

"When are your wife and son coming?"

"They are coming tomorrow late afternoon."

"Have you told them about me?"

"Not yet, but I am going to call her tonight and fill her in."

"Can it be just you and me in the room tonight?"

"Sure pal. We are going to have dinner together and Tommy has to come up so I can sign some papers, but after that, it will be just you and I. Maybe you can tell me what 'dingle balls' are," I said.

Dylan gave a little chuckle and said, "I am never going to live that down."

***

We were still holding hands and he moved our joined hands to his lap and pressed them into his crotch. When he first started, I did not feel anything; he was soft but still craving the contact. He held my hand there, periodically pushing it into his lap where his cute little penis would be resting under his shorts. Each time he pushed, I subconsciously looked around to see if anyone was noticing, but the way we were sitting and how his large hoodie was hanging, it would be impossible.

I took his lead and allowed my hand to stay and I also lightly stroked his shorts. I felt his boyhood start to fill out in his shorts with the petting. He was enjoying the discreet ministrations and spread his legs slightly and I reached down between them and started to lightly squeeze his package. As I squeezed, I was feeling his testicles and penis through his shorts – thank the lord for big baggy hoodies. Based on what I felt, he was not wearing briefs, adding to the feelings I was giving him and the thrill he was giving me. His little penis twitched every few minutes and Dylan quietly moaned each time.

I turned my head to see if Tommy was watching us and he was not paying the slightest bit of attention to us and was focused on the show.

As the show ended, so did the lap fun. I told him to tuck his dick into his shorts and he said his hoodie was enough and he was right. He was able to stand up with his little boy tent hidden from public view.

We enjoyed sitting together and I was happy to bring a bit of pleasure to this wonderful boy on this terrible day. Hopefully his Disney day and Fantasmic petting, I hope that he was enjoying himself and not focused on his mother, a situation he could not change.

***

Fantasmic was an awesome show. While I have seen it a few times before, I have realized that seeing the shows and riding the rides with someone you care for makes it a whole new, and wonderful experience. As the show ended, we rejoined our party and Dylan and Ryan walked together while they talked about the amazing effects of the show.

We moved slowly with the crowd towards the exit and my car. We decided to grab some carrot cake cookies from Starring Roles to bring back to the room as a treat. These cookies are simply the best snack in all of the parks, in my opinion, and I was having a problem carrying, and not eating, them.

It felt like it took forever to get to the car, but we eventually reached it and all piled in and made the short trip back to the hotel. As we were driving, everyone was tired but happy and looking forward to dinner. We agreed we would have dinner together at the Contempo Café and then go our way for the night. I still had to sign paperwork for Tommy's agency, which I was planning to do when dinner was done.

We walked into the lobby of the hotel and as we passed the registration desk, I heard a young boy's voice yell, "Daddy!" and I turned my head to see my son running towards me and he shouted, "Surprise!" I thought quickly to myself that if Marvin the Martian walked in and vaporized my right arm, I would be less surprised.

As I scooped my son into my arms, my wife Alicia smiled and walked towards the six of us.

Dylan looked up at me and mouthed, "Oh crap."

Oh crap, indeed…

Chapter 10

I was standing there with Dylan hanging off the side of me when Alicia walked up and hugged both of us.

"It's so good to see you, honey. Randy wrapped early today and we were able to change our tickets. He wanted to surprise you and arrive early!" Alicia said.

Dylan, Tommy, Rob and Randy just looked and stared without comment, some with their mouths hanging open in an 'oh my gosh' moment.

"We were worried you would be lonely, but it looks like you found some friends to tour with," she said as she looked over my posse.

"We were all heading to dinner at Contempo Café, you and Randy should join us and I can introduce everyone there," I suggested.

"I'd like to go swimming after dinner, Daddy," Randy said as he slid down off my side and put his little hand in mine.

Alicia, Randy and I lead the way and, in my panic, I paid no attention to Dylan. Tommy moved to Dylan's side and noticed the look of worry on his face.

"Hey buddy, everything is going to be ok. Walt was not expecting his wife until tomorrow and she doesn't know about you yet," Tommy said.

"I know, but he just walked away from me and left me behind. I know they were coming and he told me he was planning on telling her about me on the phone tonight, but it hurts that he didn't introduce me or even look at me," Dylan said.

"I know, but this is all happening fast for both of you and he is just juggling a lot right now. But here is what I want you to do. Go and sit with his son at the restaurant and make him your best friend. Trust me; you need Randy to want you to stay in case you need to remain with Walt for more than the next few days. That boy is Walt's youngest son and the youngest child always gets his way in the family, if he wants you to stay, then it will happen. Trust me on this," Tommy said and then winked at him.

It just dawned on me as the three of us were walking ahead, I left Dylan behind without as much as a glance.

I turned to Ali and Randy and said, "You guys go ahead and get a table for 7 and I will be right there, I have to hit the washroom," and I turned and fast-walked to Dylan and Tommy while Ali, Randy, Rob and Ryan were getting on the escalator to go up to the main concourse where the restaurant is located.

I walked up to Dylan, got down on my knees and grabbed him into a hug.

"I am so sorry, Tiger, that was not nice of me to walk away from you. I know you are confused, I was just so shocked to see them today. I will make it up to you, but please forgive me. I will explain everything to Alicia and Randy at dinner, I promise," I said.

Dylan pushed me back and said, "It's all good, Uncle Walt! I'm glad you came back, now I know you really love me. Let's go, I want to meet my cousin," and he took off for the escalator, leaving Tommy and me to follow behind.

"Tommy, please do not say anything about the guardianship until I have fully explained everything to Alicia."

"Copy that Uncle Walt," Tommy replied. "I will do whatever it takes to make this work."

***

As Tommy and I arrived at the restaurant, everyone was getting their seats. I saw Dylan was already attached to Randy and the two of them were chatting about something in an animated way.

I approached both boys, leaned over and said, "I need to talk to your mom alone, are you two OK for a few minutes?"

"Yup, I am good. I already made a new friend with this boy," Randy said.

"You boys should invite Ryan to sit with you too," I suggested.

Alicia was right behind as I was talking to the boys and as I turned, she asked, "What's up, honey?"

I replied, "I need to update you on my trip and I want to hear more about the Disney Channel audition for Randy."

We sat a couple of tables over; Tommy and Rob were attending to the boys and were organizing their food. I assume that Tommy filled Rob in as he seemed to be helping the meeting without questions from him.

As we both settled at our table I began, "A funny thing happened on the way to Walt Disney World" and I explained exactly what had taken place up to the time we met in the lobby.

Well, almost everything. I didn't mention masturbating Dylan to orgasm in a boat, the previous time that I ejaculated all over his bum while I thought he slept or washing and blowing him in the shower. I also failed to mention the boy orgy or the sleeping and humping with Ryan the night before. Somehow, I thought she wouldn't understand that.

When I was done, Ali looked stunned and had tears in her eyes, "That poor little boy. What he must be going through… I want to run over there and hug him. So, what happens to him now?"

"The man is sitting over there with the beard, that is Tommy, the CPS social worker. He wants us to take temporary guardianship until his mother is better or she passes away. He has already run the background check and has the paperwork for me to sign," I explained.

"So, let me be clear. You were going to accept temporary guardianship without me? When were you going to share this with me?" She said.

I wasn't clear whether she was mad, just curious, or what she was thinking because I usually know when she is mad, and this was not feeling like that.

"This has all moved so fast, but I haven't signed anything yet. I was planning on calling you first. That is why Tommy is still here, he is technically Dylan's guardian until I sign the paperwork," I said.

Ali stared and I saw a tear roll down her cheek, "You are the most wonderful man in the world, Walter Orlando Furman. Who else would give up their vacation and take on responsibility for somebody else's child? I am so proud of you. I think it's time that I meet our foster son."

I called over to the boys, "Randy and Dylan, can you guys come over for a moment."

Dylan looked scared. Randy bounced over and stood beside me with his arm around my shoulder. Dylan stood visibly separate from all of us with a look of apprehension on his face. I saw Tommy was paying attention to us, while Rob and Ryan were busy devouring a flatbread pizza.

"It's time I introduce you guys, Dylan Butler, meet Alicia and Randy Furman, your foster mother and brother," Dylan moved to Alicia and put out his hand to shake hers. Alicia smiled warmly, took his hand and pulled him into a hug.

"It is so nice to meet you, Dylan, I am so sorry to hear about your mom, but we are going to take care of you until she is able to again. Welcome to the Furman family!"

Dylan had tears streaming down his cheeks now. Randy walked over to Dylan and hugged him and said, "It is so cool that I have another brother!"

"I have always wanted a brother," Dylan said as he hugged Randy back.

They separated and stood side by side with their arm around each other. Alicia was so overwhelmed she jumped up and hugged them both again.

"OK, let's push the tables together and finish introductions," I said.

Everyone got up and moved the table into one large one. I finished the introductions and everyone got their food and drinks, Rob and Ryan got seconds, and we enjoyed our meal together. There were lots of laughs and fun talk about Disney, what's it like being a pilot and plans for the next day as a group.

Ryan was staring at Randy. I noticed this and hoped he wasn't upset that Randy had taken his friend. As I was about to say something Ryan had a look of recognition come over his face and yelled, "You were in that Christmas movie where you won a contest to become an elf for a year! You are a movie star! I knew I recognized you!"

Randy blushed, Rob and Tommy looked shocked and Dylan clued in too, "I saw that too. Oh my gosh, my foster brother is a movie star!"

"I'm not a movie star, I have only been in a few commercials, tv shows and that one movie. I am just Randy; acting is just what I like to do, not who I am."

I loved hearing him say that we worked hard at trying to keep his ego in check. So many young actors are arrogant (as are their parents) and we have always reminded our little thespian that he is a lucky kid that gets paid for his hobby.

All three boys were now huddled together while Dylan and Ryan grilled Randy about his acting adventures. A cuter trio of boys has never walked this earth. It dawned on me that the other thing these three had in common is me doing sexual things with them, mind you it was just some shower touching with Randy. I don't think my erection will ever subside. Three gorgeous boys and my drop-dead gorgeous wife all in one place… perhaps this really is heaven.

***

As I snapped out of my trance, Tommy was saying that he needed to get the agreement filed asap and that we should get that wrapped up soon. I invited Tommy to hang out with us tomorrow and he excitedly agreed to join us as a civilian.

The boys had all agreed they wanted to end their day with a swim and we agreed to meet at the family pool in one hour. Ron and Ryan headed off to their rooms and the rest of us headed to my suite after picking up the fax for Tommy at the reception desk.

We all headed upstairs and I was so happy that Randy and Dylan seemed to have already bonded. As we got off the elevator on the 14th floor, Dylan stopped and turned to Alicia and asked, "Can I call you Aunt Ali? I call Walt, Uncle Walt."

"Sweetie, I would be honored if you called me Aunt Ali," and they hugged again. Ali has fallen hard for Dylan.

"Walt and Alicia, I need to grab your attention for a few minutes. Dylan, you should listen to this too as it is all about you," Tommy said. We all gathered at the dining room table and took a seat.

"So, lady and gentleman, boy and boy, this is the temporary guardianship agreement for the care of Dylan Lawrence Butler. The office put the agreement in Walt's name, but I have written your name in as well, Alicia."

"Once you sign this agreement, you have all the rights and responsibilities of a parent to Dylan. This agreement runs from today until you relinquish your guardianship or Dylan's mother is once again able to care for him – whichever comes first."

"Dylan, I asked you in private, but I am now going to ask in front of Walt, Alicia and Randy, do you want to be the foster child of Walt and Alicia Furman?"

"And foster brother to Randy, Aaron and Julia Furman," Randy added.

"Yes, what he said," Tommy said with a smile and a hair tousle to Randy.

"More than anything," said Dylan.

"Walt and Alicia, have you read, understood and agreed on all terms of this agreement."

"One question we have not resolved yet, what happens when we go back to Michigan? If Teresa is not well yet or … if she is not well yet to look after Dylan?"

"Clause 14 (a) states you can leave the state for up to 14 days providing you give the Department 48 hours' notice and up to 30 days with the director's approval. After that, we have to change jurisdictions and bring in Michigan."

"What happens if my mom dies?" Dylan asked in a sad little voice.

"Then we will adopt you and make you my real brother!" Randy offered.

"Buddy, one step at a time. We are praying that Dylan's mom gets better and is able to take care of him," I said.

Dylan wanted to say something, I could tell by the look on his face, but he resisted.

I signed and Alicia signed and Tommy witnessed both signatures.

"On behalf of the Great State of Florida, I want to thank you and congratulate you on doing a great thing for this fine young man." We all shook hands to seal the deal.

"I am going to head out, file this and then get some rest before our power tour tomorrow. Goodnight folks, I will call when I leave my house in the morning so we can tee up where to meet."

We said our goodbyes. Dylan, Alicia and even Randy hugged the bear of a man. I stuck out my hand to shake and he grabbed me and gave me a hug too!

"I don't do handshakes with you, Walter," he said and was out the door.

"Walt, can you take the boys swimming? I am going to the hospital to check in on Dylan's mom. I feel bad she has had no visitors and I want to tell her that her son is loved and in good hands."

"Ali, she is in a coma, she is not going to hear you or know you are there."

"Studies have shown that many coma patients remember things that are said to them and it is the right thing to do. Besides, it makes me sad that she is there all by herself."

"Can you do one more thing and swing by her motel? It is a safe and clean place on Highway 192. We need to pick up all the luggage and such from the room and check them out and pay the bill. Dylan needs his stuff."

"Sure honey. I will buy some groceries too while I am out."

I gave her my rental car keys and a sheet of paper with the name and address of the motel and the key card to get in. I explained where the car was and she set out on her errands.

***

While we were talking, the boys were on the balcony enjoying the scenery.

I called over, "Hey guys, come to say goodbye to Ali; she is heading out on some errands."

The boys both came in, "bye mom," "bye, Aunt Ali." Ali bent down and kissed both boys.

"Have fun at the pool and don't wait up for me. And I'll call you later, Uncle Walt," and she hugged and kissed me.

I sent the boys to go put on their bathing suits and grab some robes. I took a moment to check emails on my phone and suddenly realized I didn't give Ali our key card for the elevator and the room that I got back from Rob. I sent her a text to let me know when she was back so I could come and get her and bring her upstairs.

"Come on guys, let's get a move on, it's getting late."

No response. No movement. I went to the room to speed them up and I stopped dead as I hear giggling from behind the door then voices.

I heard Dylan first, "Come on, show it to me."

"No, it's so small you will think it's dumb."

"I am sure it will get bigger."

"OK, but don't laugh."

"It's great! Can I hold it?"

Oh great, the first minute they are alone they are already playing with each other's penes. I can hardly blame either of them, they are both super cute and both have adorable boy packages.

"Look, it does get bigger. See?"

"Oh yea, that is so cool."

"Have you tried this before."

"No, it's pretty hard. I don't want to blow it."

That is way too quick, I knocked on the door.

"Guys, what are you doing?"

"Nothing dad."

"Come on in Uncle Walt; you have to see what Randy is going to do. It's long and really hard."

Maybe I sound like a hypocrite, but I did not want Dylan pushing my little boy into sex so soon! I'd had enough, I stormed in.

"Boys, this is not ok!"

"What isn't, Uncle Walt?"

Both boys were sitting on the bed across from each other but Dylan had, what appeared to be, a script in his lap.

I laughed when I realized that my dirty mind was tricking me.

"It was a surprise, dad; I wanted to show you later."

"Randy was telling me about his audition for Disney. The role he is trying out is for a kid genius that is in the space program. The words in the script are really hard and the lines are long!"

"Wow, buddy. I am so proud of you." I walked over and picked him up and hugged him. "You are a genius, the cutest 10-year-old genius in the world."

"Almost 11-year-old genius you mean."

"Noooo, you can't be almost 11, you are my little boy!" I tossed him on the bed and started to tickle his bare tummy.

"Stop, I am going to pee!"

Dylan was watching us smiling, enjoying the moment. I was worried he would be jealous now that Randy was here, but he seemed really happy to see us sharing this moment. I was still stunned at what I heard and what I thought it meant. Perhaps Dylan knew I was listening and was playing a game. Or maybe I should stop thinking with my dick.

Randy was already in his Goofy swim shorts and Dylan was wrapped in a robe.

"OK, let's go boys." Dylan put down the script and got up and all three of us headed out.

"Will you guys help me practice for my audition?"

"Absolutely, son."

"That would be fun, I'll help," said Dylan.

As we boarded the elevator, Randy took my hand and Dylan was watching. I grabbed his hand. Dylan smiled broadly and put his free hand over our clasped hands, almost like he was checking to see if it was real.

All three of us walked to the pool holding hands like a couple of happy kids and a proud daddy. As we approached the pool, I was blown away. It was huge and the slides looked amazing! I've seen pictures, but I generally stay away from pools unless my kids insist. The cavalcade of beautiful boys all shiny and wet bouncing around with all that skin exposed and so inviting was too much for this boy lover to take. I would not want to be accosted by some uptight mom freaking on me for perving on her little darling. In this day and age, people-watching was fine as long as the people being watched were dressed head to toe and 18 and over.

"Guys, this place looks boring. Let's go back to the room," I joked with the boys.

"Nuh aw," Randy whined.

"He was just joking. Hey, there's Ryan, let's go cuz."

I saw Rob as he waved me over to a table. He already had a couple of sodas waiting for me and I took my seat. As I sat, Ryan and Dylan came back and stripped off their robes and dumped them on the table.

"There is Ryan's Speedo!" Rob said. "We couldn't find it, I guess we left it in your room. You fill that out quite nicely boy," Rob said. Dylan blushed.

I was nervous that he would be embarrassed as nobody else was wearing such minuscule swimming wear. Most boys were in those godawful surfer shorts that show nothing. As he walked away, the Speedo barely covered his glorious bubble butt and a little squeezed out the bottom. Rob looked like he was salivating at the sight.

The boys all met up and climbed the stairs to a giant slide. Dylan was very attentive to Randy; it was so cute how close they were after only knowing each other for a couple of hours.

Rob and I both settled back and enjoyed the warm evening breeze and our sodas. We sat in silence for a while watching the boys – ours and everyone else's. Finally, Rob broke the silence.

"So, how did that go? Do you need the email of my divorce lawyer?" Rob asked jokingly.

"No, she was cool with it. She loves kids and was impressed that I jumped in and helped a child in need. She is going to visit his mom and make sure she is being cared for and then is going to their motel to clear it out and check out," I said.

Rob leaned over and spoke very quietly, "Does she know you sucked his little cock?"

I froze, my heart started to beat so fast and loudly. I was sure he could hear it. My fight or flight instincts were doing a calculation as I remained still in silence with my eyes locked on Rob's waiting for his next words.

"Oh my God, you did suck his cock! I was only joking and your reaction just gave you away. Holy shit!"

Oh fuck, I am doomed. I stammered and babbled for a few seconds and sat back in my chair as my life flashed before my eyes. I don't even know what I said to him; I was numb, terrified and ready to cry.

"You are my hero! You did what I have only dreamed of! What was it like? Tell me everything."

I leaned back in, "I don't understand, I am your hero because you think I had oral sex with Dylan."

"No dude, you are my hero because I KNOW you had oral sex with that little hottie!"

I did not know what my next move was, I was unclear whether he was genuine, trying to bait me into an admission or just goofing around.

"Is he cut? How long is he? Can he cum?" Rob was peppering me with questions.

I just looked into his eyes and tried to read his intentions. He smiled at me and said, "relax brother I am totally cool with it." We both sat back in silence for a long while, as I processed what I should do in my head.

"Circumcised," I said.

"I knew it! You dog, you are a boy lover too!"

"Too?" I said as if I am only capable of single words now.

"Yup, I love little boys and I have had my eye on that sweet boy since I first met you guys. I have never had a young friend as an adult, but when I was a kid, I was a sex fiend and had some sweet boy love with dozens of kids, some younger and some older. Even a few men when I was a tween. Since I became an adult, I am strictly 'look but don't touch', but I was stroking to Dylan's butt when I went back to my room alone last night!" Rob said.

"Hey, dad! Look at me, watch me slide!" Randy called out as I watched him take his place at the top of the slide with Dylan holding his hand, making sure he was safe.

"OK, buddy, I'm watching," I said.

He whooshed down the slide and came up from the water, pulling up his trunks to cover his half-exposed little bum.

"Good job!" I said as I showed two thumbs up and he ran back to the slide.

"Can I be honest with you, Walt? I knew the second I saw your son who he is. The scene in that Christmas movie where he was in his underwear as the head elf made him in his North Pole uniform. I have a screen capture of it on my laptop. He is super cute. Have you ever…"

"No! Of course not. I am not sure how to react to you perving on my son!" I said as I remembered that I did more than perv on his.

"As I said, look and don't touch. They put him in the movie that way, the producers and you had to know that he would be in the fantasies of boy lovers by having him prancing around essentially naked," Rob said.

I hadn't thought of that when I read the script. I remember Randy being super nervous when they started to shoot that scene, which took almost two days to finish.

Within minutes of the start of the first take, he was totally comfortable. The second day I had a hard time putting robe or clothes on him at meal breaks! My thoughts were so focused on his comfort; I hadn't considered what people, mostly men, would be thinking when they saw him like that.

Now that Rob has said it out loud, I can see it. I know that when the Sprouse Brothers appeared in 'The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things,' I certainly spilled some bodily fluids while re-watching the scenes where they were partially dressed and in very adult situations. My kid wasn't yet an actor, but I recall thinking at the time, what were the parents thinking to let them act is such an openly sexual way.

"I guess. Still kind of weird to hear this from another man," I said.

"Listen, I am not judging you. I am sure I would be tempted into the same thing under the circumstances. Ryan has come right out and asked me to help him ejaculate, so I have had the opportunity, but I resisted it, I could not live without my custody arrangement and losing that would be the least thing that could happen," Rob said.

"I have to be honest with you, I wondered about this when you were playing with Ryan's penis when we were putting them to bed last night. Also, some of the comments and looks you were giving Dylan this morning," I said with the goal of trying to equalize our mutual actions that day and spread the risk of telling anyone.

"I was being that obvious? I need to watch that. Rubbing his penis was just a funny thing to show you his weird sleep reaction, it wasn't meant as a sex thing." He clearly has no idea that that leg twitching during penis stimulation happens when he is awake too!

As if on cue, Dylan walked over to the table to ask for a drink. The way we were sitting, his Speedo-clad boy bits and bottom were in the faces of Rob and I. He was facing me as he took a drink from my soda and his butt was in Rob's face. Rob poked his head around Dylan's body and joking mouthed to me, "help me."

"Hey tiger, you need to wrap a towel around your suit when you get out of the pool. Your privates are basically on full display in that thing and you are the only one wearing such a skimpy little suit. You have more than a few little girls gawking at your dingle balls," I said.

"Enough with the dingle balls! I can't believe Tommy told you! What girls," and he looked around.

He grabbed a towel and covered up, "Don't want any girl getting any ideas if you know what I mean."

He headed back to the pool covered up and then I saw him abandon the towel at poolside where Randy and Ryan were waiting.

"So, I need details pal so that I can live vicariously through you!" Rob said.

"Maybe another time when we are not sitting amongst hundreds of people," I responded.

"OK, fair enough. Now that we are talking about it, did you see the size of my kid's cock?" Rob said.

"It was hard to miss when you basically jacked him off in front of me. But yes, it was pretty impressive for a little kid."

"How does it compare to your boy toy?"

"Later you pervert," I said and we both laughed.

We sat in silence again, just enjoying the night. My thoughts were going to the fact that my secret is out with somebody other than one of my previous young friends. To date, I have never shared my proclivities with anybody. While I suspect my wife knows I have a thing for boys, we have never talked about it and she may think it is a non-sexual thing. I do love kids, especially boys, non-sexually too. I enjoy hanging around and talking to kids as it rekindles memories of my childhood and my goal to never, really, fully grow up.

But here I have admitted one of the most heinous things in our culture to another adult and was shocked to find he shared the feeling. Maybe this is the way many men feel but would never admit.

All three boys were padding towards us, Dylan wrapped in his towel, and announced they were going to sit out for a while. All three of them decided to sit on the same lounger and were essentially on top of each other. It was adorable that three boys that didn't know each other a day ago are now buddies, two of them have shared their bodies and now they are cuddled up like kittens on the lounge chair chatting happily and enjoying the closeness.

"Looks like Dylan is enjoying his snuggle. And I mean really enjoying it!" Rob said and gestured to his crotch discreetly and I glanced at Dylan and saw the tip of his very hard penis was poking out of the Speedo. He was either showing off or did not notice.

"Yikes!" I exclaimed.

I got up, walked over to the boys and whispered in Dylan's ear. I don't think he knew as his hands went to the towel and covered his crotch quickly and turned bright red.

Randy looked up at me and whispered, "his penis just wanted to come out to say hi."

"Well buddy, it shouldn't do that in a public place."

Dylan extracted himself from the pile, ran to the pool and jumped in. A couple of minutes later, he emerged back to normal.

"Ryan, you can have this bathing suit back, I don't think I should wear it ever again. Now I know why I was the only one in the entire pool with a Speedo," everyone smiled and chuckled with him, not at him.

"Boys, I think we should call it a night. We have a busy day tomorrow," I announced.

"Let's go, Ryan, you have to call and check in with mom before ten so we need to go do that."

***

The boys all hugged and said their goodbyes and we were off to our rooms. Dylan and Randy with me, and Ryan with his dad. Dylan had his robe on and tied very tightly as we walked through the lobby of the hotel.

As we walked on the elevator, Dylan asked me how his mother was doing. I explained that we would get an update when Alicia comes back because she was going to visit and check in on her. That made Dylan really happy.

"When will Aunt Ali be back?" Dylan asked.

"She may be a while; she is going to go to your motel to get your stuff and then to Walmart to get some supplies when she leaves the hospital," I replied.

We arrived on the 14th floor and Randy asked where he was going to sleep.

"You and Dylan will sleep in the room with the two beds where you changed for the pool. Are you ready for bed, buddy?"

"No, I was just hoping I could sleep in the same room as Dylan."

As soon as we entered the apartment, Dylan headed to the bathroom and Randy flopped down on the couch, grabbed the remote and turned on the tv.

"Hey buddy, you can't sit on the couch in a wet bathing suit," I said.

"Oh right," Randy replied and he stood up, took off his suit, tossed it to me and then lay down naked on the couch.

"Go get your jammies on, you shouldn't sit around with your penis flopping around," I said.

"Randy…. Randy… Hey Randy…," I called and he was fast asleep naked on the couch. I grabbed a blanket from the closet and threw it over my sleeping son. Dylan walked out of his bedroom and sat down on the couch too. He was in the robe still.

"Did you change out of the white panties?" I asked with a chuckle.

"They aren't panties; it was a Speedo. That is the kind of bathing suit that professional swimmers wear and yes, I took it off… see," he said as he flashed me his naked body under the robe.

"Good job, tiger. I'm going to change into my PJ's, I'll be right back."

"You wear pajamas? Isn't that a little kid's thing?"

"Nope, I love PJ's, they are cozy to relax in," I said as I walked into my room.

I grabbed my flannel Mickey PJ pants and a Disneyland t-shirt, put them on and walked back out into the living room.

As I did, Dylan was shamelessly checking our Randy's naked body while lifting the sheet I had thrown over him.

"You wear PJ's and your kid sleeps naked?"

"No, he stripped off his wet suit and fell asleep. I just threw a blanket over him, so pervy 12-year-olds don't stare at his dingle balls," I said proudly of my joke.

Dylan turned to me, dropped the blanket back on Randy and charged at me. I grabbed him and tossed him on the other empty couch.

He was laughing and said, "why you little…" and he lunged at me again and I again tossed him on the couch, and this time his robe came undone and he made no effort to close it. Dylan had a boner and he jumped up, took a sumo wrestler stance and charged me.

This time I let him knock me down and pin me. He straddled my body and held my hands above my head. His robe was open and his beautiful naked body was hovering over mine and I glanced down and saw his yummy looking boy cock was hard and pointing up at my head.

"NO … MORE … DINGLE … BALLS!" Dylan said, pronouncing each work distinctively.

"What happened, did you lose them? Did Ryan bite them off in the pool?" I said prolonging the gag.

He let go of my hands, scooted his body up until his scrotum was over my face.

"Nope, my dingle balls are right where you left them this morning."

I put both of my hands on his hips and pulled him down, aiming the bag into my mouth. I started to suck and use my tongue; I explored each mini testicle. I flicked them, lightly sucked enjoying the taste, texture and chlorine scent of his skin in my mouth. He was moaning and started to pump his penis with his hand a few inches from my face. He closed his eyes and threw his head back in ecstasy.

I reached up and started to knead his bubble butt. His moaning continued and I dipped my fingers into his crack and found his bum hole and just lightly stroked it with my finger and pushed on the entrance only enough to put pressure on it, but I did not enter. I poked his hole, massaged his cheeks and even took over masturbating his cock for a couple of minutes

I kept that play up for a couple more minutes, continued to suck on his testicles and he swatted away my hand and returned his hand to his boner and was stroking away. In my mouth, I could feel his little orbs start to ascend into his body as his breathing started to sound like panting. Acting on the moment, I returned my finger to his bum hole and pushed.

Suddenly, I felt wetness on my face as he squirted his semen onto my forehead and into my hair. Thank goodness he is just a kid and only shot a small amount as it would have been a mess otherwise.

He continued to stroke his beautiful cock and looked down at the puddle on my forehead and dipped his finger in it.

"Sorry, Walt." Dylan scooted back down and lay down on top of my body with his head on my chest. "That was a surprise! I wish you had actually put your finger in, that would have felt really cool."

"I don't think you are ready for that little guy," I said.

"What you did with my balls, is that tea bagging?"

"I have no idea, I just thought it would feel nice, I had no idea it had a name."

"Yea, I saw a video of two men doing that and the website said it was called 'tea bagging'."

"I guess that makes sense."

We lay there, cuddling for a while. As we lay there, Dylan whispered in my ear, "I didn't think we would be able to do this again now that Ali and Randy are here."

"I guess you were worrying for nothing," I said.

***

I just remembered that Randy was in the same room and would have had a front-row seat if he had woken up. I turned my head and looked to the couch and saw Randy lying there facing us … with his eyes closed and still sleeping.

"Hey tiger, I need to go wash up, somebody ejaculated all over my face."

Dylan rolled off of me and I got up and headed to the washroom to clean up. As I was wiping my hair off with a facecloth, Dylan walked in, walked up to me and grabbed the waistband of my Mickey PJ's and pulled them down in one swift movement.

Dylan got down on his knees and started to stroke my dick with one hand and fondle my balls with the other. I had already been semi-hard, but I went rock hard in about 2 milliseconds as soon as he touched me.

"You don't have to do this tiger."

"I want to, you made me cum and it's only fair that I do it for you too."

I wasn't hearing him at this point; I was in heaven. The feelings of his smooth little hands on my penis and scrotum was so amazing. My entire body was tingling and I felt that I was about to shoot when the boy stopped abruptly. He stood up and started to suck on my nipples – first one then the other and then back again. He alternated between sucking and licking with his tiny tongue. Watching his little pink tongue teasing my nipples was incredibly hot and I was in danger of ejaculating before I get any more attention to my hard-on.

Almost like he read my mind, Dylan started to descend licking in a line down my chest and stomach until he was once again kneeling before my phallus. He just stared at it, seemingly sensing that I needed to calm down for a few moments to prolong the fun.

After a minute or two, that seemed like an hour, out came that little pink tongue again and he made contact with my penis, lightly licking the tip and trying to poke it in the opening.

I was once again on the edge and said, "Hey cutie pie, I am going to cum, how about giving it a little suck."

"Ok, but I am not ready for you to cum in my mouth, you can do it on me if you want but not in my mouth."

And with that, he slid his mouth over my penis and bobbed up and down while grasping the bottom of the shaft with his little hand. He was jacking with his one hand, fondling my ball with the other while bobbing and tonguing my boner in his mouth. I was almost there and I said in a breathlessly, "I'm going to cum now," and he removed his mouth but continued jacking and fondling.

I could feel the coming orgasm welling up inside me, my testicles contracted towards my body and I felt him gently pull them down as they tried to retreat. He stood and pointed my penis at his tummy and my damn burst and I ejaculated all over his belly, pubis and penis as he moved my dick like a fire hose spraying my unusually impressive volume obscenely on his body.

My penis continued to pulse, trying to emit more from my now emptied prostate while he continued to lightly stroke me with one hand while he masturbated my semen into his penis and balls.

I was in post-orgasmic bliss as I heard Randy call, "Dad… Dylan… where are you guys?" as he was moving towards the washroom.

Dylan was ignoring the imminent danger and seemed to be more interested in rubbing out another orgasm than covering up. I was panicking that Randy was going to find his father and foster brother naked together.

I quickly took off my t-shirt, kicked my jammies from my feet, opened the shower door, turned on the water and jumped into the cold spray. Dylan was still preoccupied stroking his little boy dick. He was standing with his back to the doorway, his robe open and jacking himself and moaning while continuing to spread my ejaculate on his tummy and testicles with his free hand.

The shower was warming up and I was washing my hair by the time that Randy walked in. He paused, looking from the shower to Dylan.

"Dylan, what are you doing?" Randy said as he moved up beside Dylan and was openly checking out what Dylan was doing.

"Why are you playing with yourself while my dad is showering? And wow, your penis is a lot bigger than mine!"

Dylan didn't answer but turned his body to Randy to give him a great view of his ministrations. Randy, still naked, was getting hard himself from the show. I was watching from the shower while trying to put on a show of actually showering, but at this point, I think I was invisible to both boys as they were playing with their favorite toys. Randy was now jacking off himself while watching Dylan.

Dylan looked down at Randy's penis and smiled. The sight of my little son pumping his boner seems to inspire Dylan to pick up his pace. Both boys were now totally focused on the other's masturbation. Randy's circumcised little penis was hard as a nail and his almond size balls were tight in his little sack as he stroked up and down using the finger and thumb method.

"This feels really good Dylan," Randy said.

Dylan just moaned his response.

***

I was absent-mindedly rubbing soap on my chest while I watched the scene before me with my own penis hard as a rock but obscured from view as the lower half of the shower glass was frosted the upper half clear as a window.

Randy's head titled up without warning and he looked straight into my eyes and smiled at me and then resumed his gaze at Dylan's pumping.

Dylan was close, I could tell by the look on his face, the curling of his toes and the rapid breathing and moaning. Randy was watching with his eyes wide as saucers now at Dylan as he was making a racket and gyrating his body. Suddenly Dylan had his release. One little shot launched itself and landed on Randy's chest and the rest just dribbled down Dylan's penis and hand.

"What is this, did you pee on me?" Randy asked the very blissed out Dylan, whose eyes were closed as his pumping slowed to a stop.

"Looks like you peed on your hand too."

"It's not pee buddy; I think you should let your dad explain when he comes out. Let's go watch TV while Uncle Walt showers," he wiped his hand and still hard dick on a facecloth, wiped the small dribble of cum from Randy's chest and led him out of the bathroom.

I finished up my shower, dried, got my PJ's back on and went out to the living room. Randy was still naked and cuddling on Dylan's lap. They were skin to skin, but Randy was sleeping and Dylan was watching TV. It looked less of a sex thing and more of a tender closeness of two people who love each other.

Dylan looked over at me, held his finger to his lips and mouthed, "He's sleeping."

I sat down in the chair facing them and watched Dylan watching TV and my beautiful little son sleeping soundly in the arms of his foster brother. I grabbed my iPhone and took a couple of pictures to remember the moment.

After a few minutes, Dylan quietly spoke, "I am sorry, I couldn't stop. He watched me jack off and cum. I even got a little bit of my stuff on him," Dylan said in a very nervous way believing I would be mad.

"It's OK, tiger."

"He also said that you saw him masturbating and he thinks you are going to be mad at him." Dylan chuckled and said, "He thought I peed on him. I told he had to talk to you about what came out of my penis."

"No problem, I needed to have that talk with him anyway. Do you think he saw us together?"

"No, I saw him come in from the mirror and you were in the shower before he was at the door."

"Whew! That was a close one," I said.

"Imagine that was Aunt Ali and she walked in on us," Dylan said.

Chapter 11

My predilections and how they would destroy my marriage, my family and my life had always weighed heavily on my mind since that fateful day back in France with Donny in 1992 when, like Dylan, Donny conned me into engaging in activities that, in some minds, are more nefarious than murder.

I have never hurt a child and never would. My professional career as a lawyer is dedicated mostly to helping kids… often on a pro bono basis. My terrible secret is carefully secured in my brain and with the boys with whom I have had sexual contact. I think it is a testament to the way I treated each of these boys by the fact that I remain in touch with all and nobody has ever reported me. One, Donny is Randy's Godfather.

My young friends are all great people who have benefited from my affection and friendship and I from theirs, yet all of us have to go to our graves with our secrets, live in shame because society says we must do so while constantly watching over our shoulders.

As for Alicia walking in on some boy play, I have never had to consider that before last week with the innocent shower play with Randy, and now at Disney with Dylan, as she has not been in the same proximity with my secret activities. Until now, that is.

I have managed to keep my desires under control and never have I sought out a relationship since I was a tween myself. My weakness, my kryptonite as it were, is not being able to say no to a young boy. Not able to say no to dragging a little brother to Euro Disney; not able to look away when a boy is in distress and needs a friend. Not able to resist when a boy starts to act sexually towards me in that ancient and human desire to seek sexual release, for closeness, for affection and, at the core of all of this, basic human contact and connection.

Back to the here and now, I responded to Dylan's comment, "You know Tiger, I don't know whether she would kill me, call the police or join in."

"Now that would be fun."

"What, if she killed me?"

"No, if she joined in!"

"You, my little friend, are a pervert."

"Looks who's talking you pedo!" Dylan said, laughing.

"Who's a pedo?" Randy said and surprised us that he was awake.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked.

"I just woke up now, Dylan was loud when he said what he said about pedo's." A look of dread came over his face and continued, "Daddy, are you mad about what I was doing in the washroom. I knew it was wrong, but what Dylan was doing made my penis get hard and I felt funny all over."

I was grateful that the 'who's a pedo' conversation was forgotten but had to make sure Randy was not traumatized over the washroom incident. I wanted to find out exactly what he saw before I commented.

***

I moved over to sit beside the boys and took Ryan on my lap from Dylan's. "What exactly happened in the washroom buddy?" I asked.

"I woke up and didn't know where you guys were, I called and nobody answered so I looked around the room and walked in the bathroom and saw you taking a shower and Dylan standing at the mirror. I spoke to him and he ignored me. I saw he was doing something so I moved to see what it was and that is when I saw him playing with himself," Randy explained.

"So, seeing him made your penis hard and you felt you needed to masturbate err, play with yourself too?" I asked.

"I suppose. I like to play with myself and my penis has been getting all stiff a lot lately. You know daddy, like in the shower a few days ago when you rubbed it for me," Randy said.

Dylan looked up at me with his mouth hanging open and had a very mischievous grin on his face.

Randy continued, "and I just started doing it automatically. I didn't even think about it, I was feeling all funny, my heart was beating fast and my hand went to my penis and I started to play. I looked up at the shower and you were looking right at me, I was scared you were going to be mad. I stopped when Dylan shot something from his penis that landed on my chest and went on his hands."

"I asked if it was pee, and Dylan said I had to talk to you about it. I am sorry Daddy, I know what Dylan was doing was private and I shouldn't have watched," Randy finished.

"Listen, buddy, I am not mad and Dylan isn't either. True, you shouldn't have invaded his privacy, but he shouldn't have been doing that in my bathroom while I was showering either. It was a mistake and nobody got hurt or is mad. However, what you and I did in the shower last week was our secret and you shouldn't tell anyone. Have you told anybody else?" I asked.

"No daddy, I didn't tell anybody. Um, except mommy. She told me the same as you did that I shouldn't tell anybody or you could get into big trouble. I will never tell anyone ever again…, I promise," he said and he threw his arms around my neck and straddled my body in a hug and I could feel his little boner poking me innocently.

Dylan was sitting there in a state of disbelief. He had a look on his face like he was enjoying knowing about my secret play with Randy.

I said to him, "Dylan, we will discuss it later." He just nodded his head in agreement and let it drop for now.

***

My head was spinning; Randy told Alicia! What's more, Randy told Alicia and she never confronted me on it? She was aware of the inappropriateness of it as she told Randy not to tell anyone, yet she didn't mention it to me or serve me with divorce papers? A thousand questions and scenarios were running through my head. Randy released me from the hug and stayed on me, sitting on my legs with his legs straddling mine so that he could look me right in the face.

"So, what was the stuff that Dylan shot out at me from his penis?" Randy asked.

"Do you recall the conversation about where babies come from?" I asked

"Yea, the dad puts his penis in the mom and sperm comes out of the dad and that mixes with an egg from the mom and a baby pops out."

"Yes, not exactly like that, but close enough for this conversation. Well, that stuff that came out of Dylan is called semen and it is what the sperm travels in from the man to the women."

"Dylan shot sperm at me! Gross!"

"No, Dylan is too young to have sperm, but he does ejaculate semen that will soon also have sperm in it."

"OK, but why did it shoot at me and all over his hand?"

"Semen comes out of your body when you have an orgasm; it is called ejaculation. You have an orgasm and ejaculate when you are sexually excited. Your penis gets all stiff, you get an amazing feeling and you ejaculate. Dylan was playing with himself and that feels really good and eventually you have an orgasm. When a man and a woman have intercourse, the feeling of putting his penis in the woman's vagina feels really good and eventually after it goes in and out enough the man ejaculates into the woman and sperm goes into her body, fertilizing her egg and 9 months later a baby is born."

We continued to discuss and I helped him relate this new information to what I had already explained to him during our 'birds and the bees' conversation a few years ago. He had lots of questions and asked a lot of details. Dylan even asked a few questions to clarify some things that he was not quite sure.

"I think I understand what the stuff was and more about sex and babies, but I don't understand why I don't shoot stuff from my penis. I play with my dink a lot and nothing ever comes out. It feels nice, but I don't have the org… origami thing you said. Am I doing something wrong because that sounds amazing," Randy said.

"You may be too young to shoot semen still," I said.

"I had semen for the first time yesterday," Dylan said.

"But whether you can shoot semen or not, you can still have a dry orgasm. Same feelings, just no goo," I said with a chuckle.

"I want to do that. Can you show me how, daddy?" Randy asked.

Before I could say no, Dylan replied, "I can if you want me to."

"Yes, please!" Randy exclaimed. He climbed down off of me and up on top of Dylan's lap.

"I don't think you two should do that," I said in vein as the lesson had already started.

"What I like to do is begin by feeling my body all over, especially my tummy and chest. Then I stop at my nipples and rub them a bit, like this," Dylan demonstrated on his own body and Randy was following along.

"Ok, now you want to stand up and rub your bum like this."

Dylan stood as Randy scrambled off of his lap and both boys stood before me. Dylan dropped his robe on the floor and both were completely naked. Dylan reached around his body and started to rub his butt cheeks slowly and deliberately. Once again, Randy followed along.

"I like to poke my finger up my bum hole too, but we can do that in lesson 2," Dylan said,

Randy looked at him in disbelief, "Up your bum? Isn't that gross?"

"I don't think it is, but you can try that later…. let's focus."

Sure, let's focus, he says. If I focused any more, my eyes would pop out. It was a beautiful show for me to watch. I so wanted to take my penis out of my pants and follow along but had to remain a passive voyeur.

"Now it's time to massage your balls, but be careful they are sensitive. Lightly tug like this," Dylan lightly stroked and fondled his little boy balls and, as the apt pupil, Randy followed the leader and fondled his even smaller balls in his tiny sack.

As you can imagine, this room contained three very stiff boners and Randy was no exception. His body was reacting very happily to his self-stimulation and his adorable and cute boy appendage was sticking straight out while Dylan's was pointing up at the ceiling. Mine was concealed in my PJ's under Mickey's care and protection.

"Now it's time for the penis. Keep your one hand rubbing your balls and with the other play with your penis. Rub up and down and up and down…" Dylan started to moan. Randy followed suit and made more of an "Mmmmm" noise.

They were both standing in front of me, jacking off and enjoying the feeling coursing through their bodies with the extra excitement of sharing the moment and performing for me. I watched them as they both pumped away at their hairless penis's while they fondled their testicles.

I suggested that they might want to take this to their room and they both just ignored me. Dylan was using edging and not finishing to allow his foster brother to catch up. Randy was doing his best and enjoying the experience, but I could see that he was getting tired and slowing down.

For me, I felt like a deer in the headlights just standing there and watching this most private of acts. My senses were on overload and I was feeling like I was going to ejaculate without even touching myself, the scene may have been preposterous but it was a boy lover's dream come true. The only thing better would be if I were to be participating.

Randy said in a breathless voice, "How do I know when I am going to shoot stuff. Nothing is happening yet."

"You may feel like you have to pee and you will feel your penis twitch like it is trying to push something out," Dylan managed to say.

I knew that Dylan could have his release any time he wanted but the engorgement of his penis and the socketing of his testicles. I know he started and stopped himself several times but I think that Randy is going to give up and end up with blue balls, he is slowing down and I can see his arm is in pain from the repetition. I was kind of surprised that Dylan didn't try to engage Randy into something more than this jerk off session, but I think he was trying to be respectful of me and not have sex with my kid in front of me.

Randy finally stopped and Dylan slowed down to a very slow stoke to make sure his penis knew he was not stopping.

"That felt really good and I like watching you do it too, but my arm is tired and my hand is cramping up so it's not fun anymore," Randy said looking disappointed, but his penis was still hard as a nail.

Dylan looked at me, waiting for my response. I stared at my little boys hard, cute, sexy penis and I felt my heart race as I contemplated making a move that I promised I would never do. My head was fighting my dick at this point. Should I offer to help him out? Not only have I never asked a boy for sex, I have never offered either. It has been a strict rule that I will only play when asked by the boy.

Randy looked sad as he watched Dylan start and stop masturbating as he edged back and forth from release. Randy was focused on Dylan's crotch and would periodically pull at his, but he did not resume his stroke.

That settles it, I am not breaking my rule and I really need to keep my hands off my son anyway.

"OK boys, everyone needs to get some rest. Dylan, you should go to your room and finish up and Randy let's get you tucked in for the night."

"No daddy, can you rub my penis for me again and help me have the organ thing," Randy whined.

There it was… the ask. He asked in the shower and here again. My boy wants me to help him have his first orgasm. My heart started racing and I was having trouble keeping my breathing sound normal for my two charges. My dick was saying yes and my brain was saying no! It was like that Bugs Bunny cartoon where he had an angel and demon on his shoulders and each trying to influence him. My angel was saying go to bed, everyone goes to bed and the demon was saying have fun with your boy!

I was about to put my foot down and end this when Dylan reached over and started to stroke Randy's dick and said in a taunting fashion, "Don't you want to give him his first cum Walt? Come on; you know you want to. Look at this adorable little penis waiting to be touched by a daddy. If my daddy were alive, I would have wanted him to do it for me."

Randy's eyes went wide and he was whimpering from the feeling he was getting being masturbated by Dylan.

"Randy, you won't tell anybody… right?"

"No, daddy, I will never tell anybody, not even mommy. It will be our secret forever. Please daddy," he pushed Dylan's hand away and walked right up to me, took my hand and put it on his penis. "Please daddy, I love you and I want you to do this for me."

***

I let him move my hand to his dick, but I did not move it. I kept it on his warm nail hard phallus, giving my angel one last chance to talk me out of it.

"It's only a little penis, Walt, what is the big deal," Dylan said for the second time.

That broke my resistance and I started to masturbate my beautiful little boy – nice and slow strokes to start. I stopped for a moment while I explored his tiny testicles, moving them around in his little bag. I was feeling each one gently. Randy was softly moaning and put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself.

I ran my fingers between his legs and he instinctively moved them apart to grant access to his taint, that I gently massaged. I turned him around and gently rubbed his bum and grazed the crack with my fingertips. His skin formed goosebumps and I felt him shiver from the feelings.

I turned him back around and reached for his penis and started to explore its textures, feeling every square millimeter of this beautiful penis that I helped make from my sperm almost 11 years ago. My penis was so hard in my PJ pants; it was hurting. However, this was about Randy and not me so I ignored it.

Starting from the tip, I tickled and lightly rubbed his glans and moved to the frenulum rubbing that in little circles. I traced down his length with my fingertips and reached his little mound and rubbed all around it.

"Oh daddy, this feels so nice. Thank you, daddy, I love you!" and then he resumed vocalizing his pleasure with noises that sound more like the mews of a fluffy little kitten than a hairless little boy.

Finishing up at the base, I traced back up to the glans with my finger and reached the top. I rubbed the little slit with the very tip of my finger and then, using two fingers and a thumb; I started to jack off my little boy. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched the pleasure cascade over his little body. He was enjoying the feeling so much and, at that moment, this seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Who better to show a boy the joy and blissful feeling of sex than his father? It is the ultimate bond that father and son can have to share the most intimate thing that humans do. It was not dirty or perverted; it was beautiful and pure. Only the uptight morals of the times turn this, almost spiritual experience into a shameful and despicable criminal act.

Randy was really into it, and I pulled him closer and started to rub his bum again and lightly grazed his crack, once again causing that goose flesh and the cute little shiver. I nuzzled his neck through his long blond strands of hair and kissed him lovingly on his neck.

"Daddy, rub Dylan too. I can share you; he wants you to play with him too."

Dylan wasted no time and moved to me and I moved my hand from Randy's bottom to Dylan's engorged cock. I was now masturbating both boys in unison. They were facing each other across my lap as I did it. They leaned across and into each other, putting their hands on the other boy shoulders and were both oohing and awwing. Moaning and mewing.

At this moment, I ejaculated in my pants and it felt like it took forever to finish as I shot a lot into the darkness of my khakis. I continued to work on the boys and knew both were close to release. I so wanted to suck some cute dinks, but it was too much to introduce to Randy. I wanted them to cum at the same time, so I regulated the stimulation to each boy appendage as they neared.

Suddenly Randy exclaimed, "Stop I'm going to pee!"

I said, "Remember what Dylan said, you aren't, that is your orgasm about to happen. Let it happen. Enjoy it."

As I finished that reply, I felt his body stiffen and his penis swells in girth.

"Oh, my Gawd! Uh uh, un aweeeeeeeee!"

His penis spasmed over and over again and it actually emitted a small bead of semen on his first big spasm and then the rest were dry.

As if on cue, Dylan ejaculated and he once again shot his first small clear volley onto Randy, this time just above his penis. I have never seen a 12-year-old shoot semen. Everyone I have witnessed, and I as a kid, just dribbled at this age but Dylan's first squirts today were both long-range affairs.

As they were coming down, they both put their heads on the opposite shoulders, forming an arch over my lap. I continued to lightly masturbate them. Neither dick went down and they both seemed ready to go again.

At that moment, the world was about to get more complicated as Alicia opened the door and walked in and stopped dead as she saw the three of us, two naked boys with hard dicks and me with my hands on those same two hard penis's and all three of us staring at her waiting for what was next.

"Hi honey, how'd it go?" was all I could think of to say as I noticed a drop of Dylan's semen drip off my hand and fall onto my lap.

Chapter 12

Oddly enough, Alicia did not find my ironic comment funny. At least I don't think she did, because she just stared at the three of us impassively. All three of us knew we were in trouble, me most of all. I was already working out who my criminal lawyer was going to be in my head. Don Shulman, he was darn good and would defend any lowlife. No, it needs to be a female lawyer, Rebecca deJong, she was an expert at sex crimes cases. Stupid me, we are in Florida and my trial would be here. Maybe I need to bolt and make my way to Cuba; I could be there in a couple of hours.

Dylan started to cry, "I want my mom. I want my mom. Where is she, when I can I go home."

Alicia broke, she sat down and asked Dylan to come to her. He was standing in front of Alicia, he was still wailing and she said, "Randy, can you get me a facecloth, soak it in warm water and bring it to me quickly."

She just reached down and snagged the robe that had been discarded on the floor and helped Dylan put it on very gently and lovingly. Randy returned with the facecloth and handed it to his mom.

Alicia shocked all of us when she took the cloth and gently wiped off the semen off of Dylan's flaccid penis and pubis, leaned in and kissed his tummy. She closed his robe and had him sit on her lap. Dylan's sobs stopped and he sat looking confused and worried.

"Dylan honey, I went to see your mom at the hospital. I know that Uncle Walt and Tommy filled you in on how sick she is. I hate to say she is not any better now."

Silent tears started rolling down Dylan's cheeks as he heard those words.

"The doctor and nurses are taking really good care of her and she is not in pain. They are doing everything they can. Even though she was in a kind of sleep, I talked to her and introduced myself and told her that you were being taken care of and that you were healthy and safe," Alicia said in a soothing voice.

Dylan has been suppressing his feelings and I have been trying to keep him distracted, but the stress of the moment of being caught in that act, remembering that Ali was going to see his mom and the fact that she was a mom all brought the feelings of worry and fear flooding back at that moment.

"Is my mom going to die?" Dylan asked.

"Randy, can you go to your room, get your PJ's on and get ready for bed. I will be in to talk to you soon," Alicia said.

"I'll give you a hand," I offered.

"No, Walt, your hands have been busy enough tonight, you stay here," Alicia commanded.

A moment later, like she was trying to reduce the stress of that comment for Dylan, she continued, "Dylan needs us now as we discuss his mom."

"Dylan, only God knows if she is going to die, but it is possible. She is a very sick lady, but her body is fighting against the infection as much as it can. I know she wants to come home to you and will try very hard to get better. You need to know that Uncle Walt and I are here for you and we will take care of you and do what we can to help your mom too."

This comment opened the waterworks and Dylan started to sob and cry. I clearly heard her say 'Walt and me', so it sounds like she hasn't decided on a divorce or charges yet. It' a good sign and gave me a bit of hope that I didn't have to learn Spanish just yet.

I acted on the moment and joined Dylan and Alicia on the couch and hugged both and said, "We love you tiger and we are going to be here for you today and forever if anything happened to your mom."

Through the crying, Dylan was able to squeak out in a very little boy voice, "Thank you, Aunt Ali and Uncle Walt. I love you guys so much."

Just then Randy, who had been listening and watching, came running out, still naked and joined our group hug.

"I will help look after you too Dylan," he said.

"I know you will buddy," and he released the group hug and squeezed Randy tight and sobbed into his shoulder.

"Dylan, I brought all your things from the motel; they are by the side door. When you are feeling better, you should go and grab some clean PJ's and get ready for bed. You hang out here with Uncle Walt for a few minutes; I need to talk to Randy alone for a few minutes."

Alicia gently extracted herself from the rest of us, stuck out her hand and led Randy into our bedroom and closed the door.

"I was so scared, Uncle Walt. When she came in and saw us doing … well, you know. I thought we were all in big trouble. I got so upset I just wanted my mom, I am sorry I was like a big baby."

"It's ok tiger, I understand. No matter what, you guys aren't going to be in trouble, you are just kids. I am the adult and if she freaks out at me… well let's say I could be in serious hot water," I said.

I was trying to avoid talking about divorce, Cuba and jail as that would scare Dylan and make him worry that I might not be able to take care of him.

"I was weirded out she started to clear the cum off my dick. Did you see what she did, she held my penis and wiped it off with very gentle strokes. If I wasn't so sad at that moment and my penis all limp, I would have squirted in her hand."

"Yea, that was very odd. I assume she was just being a mom and didn't want your goo all over the inside of the robe. But her doing it herself and not just asking you to do it was extremely odd," I said as I pondered her actions.

"What do you think they are talking about in there?" Dylan asked.

"I am sure she is asking Randy for details about what was happening before she walked in."

***

"Sweetheart, I am not mad at you about what I saw, but I want to know what was happening before I walked in."

"Is daddy going to go to jail or live somewhere else? It wasn't his fault; I asked him to do it, just like in the shower."

"No honey, daddy is not going anywhere. But we all need to talk, so let's start with a couple questions for you first. Are you hurt in any way."

"No, I'm sleepy, but I am not hurt. Daddy would never hurt me."

"Did daddy ask you to do things with his or Dylan's penis?"

"NO! I asked him to play with my penis. I begged him to do it," Randy said emphatically. "It's not his fault."

"Let's have a look at your body and make sure you are ok. Lie down on your tummy." Randy did this and Ali reached down and pulled his bum cheeks apart and carefully looked for any damage. Ali reach down and poked her finger on his little hole looking for any tears or bleeding, and asked, "Did daddy or Dylan put their fingers or penis's in here?" and she pushed slightly at his anus.

"No mom… Mmmmm, that feels nice," Randy said as Alicia quickly withdrew her finger and looked closely for signs of tears or stretching and found none. "Flip over," Ali said.

"What are you looking for, mom?" he asked. "The only thing that happened was Dylan and I were playing with our penis's together. He was showing me how to have an origami."

"Orgasm, sweetie. It's called an orgasm. Origami is folding paper into shapes and animals."

She inspected Randy's penis carefully. "What are you doing now, mommy?"

"Just checking to make sure everything is ok here."

Alicia's examination started to feel more like masturbation to Randy. He had a pretty small penis as an almost 11-year-old, so it shouldn't have taken more than a couple of seconds to check his penis and testicles. Alicia was taking a lot of time and was looking at it very, very carefully. Randy was getting hard; he was trying to roll over and was covering himself with his hands and trying to get his mom to stop what she was doing as he was embarrassed.

"Mom, you are making my penis all stiff. Can we be done now, it's embarrassing."

"No honey, I am not quite finished," she said as she took his hand away from his boyhood.

"See! It's all hard," he said.

"I see it is, sweetie." Alicia reached out and took his hard-little penis in her hand and started to stroke it.

"Does this feel nice."

"Yes mommy, it feels really nice."

"Is this what daddy did."

"Yes, mommy. Mmmmm."

"Did you have an orgasm when he was doing it."

"Yes, mommy and a little drop of stuff came out."

"Oh, baby boy, that is amazing," Alicia said as she continued to masturbate her little boy.

"Are you done checking out my penis yet, if you keep rubbing it, I am going to have another orgasm thing," Randy said as he started to lightly buck his body into her hand.

Alicia let go and massaged his little scrotum and testicles.

"Do you like it when mommy does this."

"Ohhhhh yessssss. It feels very niiiiice," Randy purred as his mother continued her 'examination' that turned into a sexy little handjob.

"Mommy, I am going to have an orgasm. Please rub my penis again."

With that, Alicia took his little nail into her other hand and jacked his little boy penis while she fondled his testicles. Randy started bucking his hips into her hand again and was cooing and making cute little noises as his body started to enter the throes of climax.

Randy's little body was bouncing up and down as he thrust his boyhood into his mother's hand as she continued to jack his dick up and down.

"Go ahead, honey, let it go. It feels so nice, doesn't it?"

"Mommy!" Randy exclaimed as his muscles tensed, his body arched and his penis swelled. "Uh uh uh uh," Randy was climaxing in his mother's hand.

"Good boy, Randy. You are such a good boy to show your mommy how you can cum."

Randy's penis was spasming, his toes curled and he was panting as his little boy penis ejected two little spurts of clear fluid. Alicia kept jacking his still hard little penis as he was coming down from his climax. Alicia released his scrotum and penis and started to rub his tummy and chest as Randy closed his eyes and bathed in the warm feelings.

Alicia kept petting her little boys' chest and tummy until she knew he was sleeping. She bent over and kissed his tummy. She wiped the ejaculate from his now flaccid little dick and looked at it closely, sniffed it and then wiped it off on tissues from the nightstand. She pulled a blanket over her little blonde angel, kissed his forehead, turned out the light and left the room.

As Alicia entered the living room, Dylan and I were both staring into space, waiting for the storm to come.

***

"He's asleep," Alicia said as she was walking back to the door where she picked up the items she left there from Dylan's motel. She returned to the living room and put them on the floor.

"Let's go through this stuff and figure out what is laundry, garbage and get organized," she said without a hint of anger or concern.

I was wondering what was going on in her head, but I didn't want to raise it with her.

"Anybody want a soda?" I asked.

"I will, Coke please," Dylan said.

"Tea, please sweetie," Alicia said sweetly.

What-is-going-on? 'Sweetie'? Am I a sweetie? I was jacking off two little boys and she caught me red-handed, and she is acting as nothing happened at all.

Dylan was going through the bags and created a pile of dirty clothes and made a pile of clean clothes for him and his mother. Alicia folded Teresa's clean clothes and packed them away. She folded Dylan's next, took them into the boy's room and put them away in a drawer in the dresser.

As she left the room, Dylan and I looked at each other, I just shrugged my shoulders and Dylan looked confused.

"I will put this stuff in the washer," I said as Alicia was returning to the room.

"Thanks, sweetie. I will finish up here."

Dylan was holding a folder that he had taken from the suitcase and was flipping through the pages with tears in his eyes.

"What is that, honey?" Alicia asked Dylan.

"It is the schedule and notes mom and I made when we were planning our vacation to Disney." He looked so sad as he fingered through the pages.

Alicia got down on the floor with Dylan. "Can you show me."

Dylan explained in detail the plans he and his mom made. "Who drew this map?" Alicia asked.

I sat down behind them and handed Ali her tea and Dylan his Coke. I put a bowl of chips out for everyone to share as well.

"I did. But I did it when I was 8. Mom and I worked on these plans since I was little. We planned this vacation since I was 6. Every Sunday night, she and I would watch a Disney movie and work on our plans together," Dylan's tears were still streaming down his cheek as he quietly cried reliving happier times.

Suddenly he put down the folder, got up on his knees, leaned over and embraced Ali and cried into her neck. His robe had opened and his naked body was in contact with her, but she just hugged him, hummed a soothing song and rocked him. I noticed that Ali had one hand in Dylan's robe and was rubbing his bareback in a motherly way.

I sat there, sipping my Coke and allowing them to have this undisturbed moment. Dylan needed a mom now and Ali was happy to fill in for his right now.

Gradually Dylan calmed again and they remained in a tender hug. I could see the movement of her hand under his robe stroking his back.

Eventually, Dylan released Ali and sat back on his heels and looked at her. She looked back at him and smiled.

"I am sorry about earlier, that was all my fault. Randy saw me playing with myself and wanted to learn how to do it and then we all ended up doing it. Uncle Walt didn't want to touch Randy, but he was begging him and I encouraged it too. I don't want to ruin your family, I should go with Tommy and leave your family alone. I always want to do sex stuff; I am sick and…"

"Stop it, Dylan, you are not sick and you are not going anywhere. We love you and we are going to take care of you until your mom is better and if she can't, then you will be our son! And taking the blame for my boy lover husband is silly. All 12-year-old boys think about sex and their penis all the time and you are no different. When a horny 12-year-old and a boy lover are in the same room, this is what happens. There is nothing wrong with you; you are a great kid. I hardly know you and I already think you are awesome."

Dylan lunged at Alicia for another hug and this time it was a happy one.

"Ow!" Alicia said as Dylan wrapped himself around Alicia. "You poked your boner into my stomach. It felt like I was being poked with a stick. Why don't you boys go to Dylan's room and take care of that," Alicia said while pointing at Dylan's erection that was on full display as his robe was still open.

Dylan sat back on his heels again and stared open-mouthed at Alicia and then turned to look at me and then back at Alicia.

"Yes, that is what I said. You two go and play while I clean up this messy boy infested room," Alicia said.

I was speechless, stunned, flabbergasted and a lot more adjectives at how this is all playing out. She is not mad at me molesting our son and she just told me to go and take care of his erection… meaning only one thing…. she was telling me to have sex with this boy. Mind-blowing!

"Walt, go with Dylan and get him settled and then ready for bed. I took care of Randy already. We will talk about this later. I want to clean up; I can't take the mess anymore."

Did she take care of Randy? What does that mean? I am clearly in Bizzaro land now.

"Hey mister, did you cream your jeans there?" I looked down and saw the wetness, I had forgotten what happened. "Take your pants off, I will wash them when this load is done."

I started to walk to the room to change, "Where are you going… pants please," she said.

I stopped, dropped my pants and boxers and stood bottomless in front of her as I handed them over.

She looked down at my flaccid penis and whispered in my ear, "Save some for me, Uncle Walt."

Dylan was laughing at me and said, "Let's go, Uncle Walt, you heard Aunt Ali!"

***

We walked into Dylan's room and closed the door, but leaving it ajar. Dylan dropped his robe and lay down on the bed. I took off the rest of my clothes and cuddled with him.

"Dylan, I am not sure what is happening, Alicia should be furious. This is not normal, so you know."

"I don't care; it is everything I want right now." Dylan sat up and moved over to lie on top of me.

We were face to face and he leaned down and kissed me on the lips – not an over the top mad passion kiss, just a sweet little kiss. I kissed him back. He started to move down my body until he got to my penis.

"Dylan, maybe we should slow down. Let's cuddle and I will jack you off before bed."

"Let me do this, I promise it will be quick this time."

He lay down on his tummy between my legs and had his face over my penis. He took hold of it and started to rub up and down the shaft. Without any further delay, he took me into his mouth and started bobbing up and down while continuing to jack the lower half of my phallus. He was right, I was not going to last long and within a couple of seconds, the climax was building in my body.

I knew I was close and I said, "Dylan, I am going to cum now."

He continued to suck and held my balls in one hand and just as I was about to shoot, he backed off and jacked me through my orgasm.

As I was coming down from my climax, he was lightly tickling my testicles and was looking at my face. I opened my eyes and he smiled.

"See, you were like Flash, you were so fast," he said.

"You stayed on my penis too long, I almost came in your mouth and I know you don't like that," I said.

"No, I knew when you were about to shoot, I was holding your balls and when they moved up, I knew you were going to fire!"

I was starting to think that Dylan is more experienced than I thought by that little fact. I would have to talk to him later about it.

Dylan wanted his turn; he was laying on his back, playing with his penis and looking at me. I laid beside him and started to rub his tummy and Dylan grabbed my hand and put it on his penis. "We can do the warm-up stuff another time; I need to cum now!"

I started to jack his penis and he looked at me and said, " fair is fair, mouth, please."

I scooted down between his legs like he did for me and started in right away. I licked under his scrotum along his taint, moving up I took his entire scrotum into my mouth and lightly sucked. He was bouncing and ruffling my hair as I explored each tiny ball in my mouth. I came off his sack and started to lick his penis tip and he guided my head down over his dick until my nose was touching his balls. What can I say, the boy knows what he wants?

I was fellating his penis while he was bouncing up and down having intercourse with my mouth and Alicia walked in.

Dylan paid no attention at all, I glanced up at her with my mouth still full of Dylan and she said, "Don't mind me, I am just going to watch."

She sat down on the bed beside Dylan facing the scene of the fellatio. I had stopped and was watching her without removing my mouth from his boy boner. Dylan looked to his side and saw her sitting there and I felt his penis swell in my mouth. I guess Alicia sitting there looking on made him even hornier.

"Don't leave him hanging, finish the job!" she said.

Again, my head was calculating what was going on and I finally decided I had crossed some threshold into another dimension of space and time. If Rod Serling appeared to narrate the scene, I would not have been any more surprised.

I went back to work on Dylan's little boy penis and sucked it while fondling his balls. Alicia was watching with great interest with a hazy look in her eyes. She reached out and started to stroke Dylan's face and worked down continuing to lightly caress his neck, shoulders and chest. She gave each nipple a quick little tweak and each time she did so, Dylan flexed in my mouth. She continued down and lightly caressed his tummy right down to his pubic mound and then worked up again.

Dylan was moaning like mad; he was actually producing precum that I could taste in my mouth. I am not a fan of the taste, but I was ok with it because Dylan was in deep ecstasy. Alicia bent over and licked his belly button and then kissed him tummy.

Dylan was watching what she was doing and almost like a switch was flipped, as her lips touched that beautiful tummy, he shot his load into my mouth and exclaimed "holy shit!".

Dylan's penis pumped out 3 small shots and was trying to pump out about ten more I think; his climax was so intense. As he came down, he remained hard and I sat up releasing his boyhood.

"Did that feel nice Dylan sweetie," she said.

***

He was spent, in a blissful afterglow and half asleep. She got up off the bed and started to pull the sheets down under him. I saw what she was doing and got up and helped. She pulled the sheets up to just under his penis and sat back down. She took hold of his boyhood and lightly started to jack him off. I stood there in shock.

Dylan looked, smiled and said, "Thank you, Aunt Alicia, that feels nice."

He closed his eyes and within a couple of minutes, the rhythmic breathing and softening penis told us he was sleeping. Alicia leaned down, kissed his tummy, patted his penis and pulled he blankets up to his chin. She then leaned over and kissed his forehead, smiled at me and left the room.

I walked around, kissed the sleeping boy and quietly told him I loved him. On the way out I grabbed a robe and put it on and left the room. When I entered the living room, Ali was looking at the little folder that Dylan was showing her earlier.

She paused, looked up at me and said, "I've always known. I am too," and then went back to the folder.

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