Chapter 13

I stood there in shock, contemplating both revelations. I believed that Alicia suspected I was a boy lover, but her comment 'I am too' has me, to use a weird expression my mother always used, gobsmacked. Maybe I misheard her? Perhaps she was referring to something else and I was taking the comment out of context. It seemed like I had been standing there, staring at her leafing through Dylan's little Disney vacation folder for hours when it was only a minute or two. Finally, I found my voice.

"You are too, a what?" the words came out of my mouth jumbled and unintelligible. "I mean, you just said, I am too… meaning you … Ali, what do you mean? What are you saying?"

"Stop jabbering and let's sit, we have a lot to talk about," Alicia said as she closed the folder and placed it on the coffee table.

"We need to air some secrets that we both have and we should talk it out right now."

We both sat on the couch with our bodies turned to the other. It was not an icy posture, but a business one that meant we have some serious stuff to sort out.

"So, Walt, first of all, I love you and nothing is going to change that. I wish what we are about to talk about had not been a secret for the first 14 years of our marriage, but I am a boy lover. As odd as that sounds, I am now able to fully confess this to you now that you have confirmed that you are as well," Alicia said.

"What do you mean I have confirmed I are… I mean am," I said less defensively than just curious.

"Well, let's see. Tonight, I walked in on you milking the penises of two little boys. Last week you jacked off our son. And it goes back further, to my earliest suspicion. When we first met you were always hanging around with Donny. He was, what, 12 or 13 when we met?" Alicia said.

"First of all, Donny was my best friend's little brother and he was like my little brother too…," I was in automatic lawyer mode.

Alicia made a face like she knew I was lawyering, smiled at me knowingly and I gave in.

"OK, I am a pedophile… a boy lover. I can't do anything about it, this is the way God made me and I have just come to accept it. But, I am not gay!"

"I know full well you are not gay, you have proven that to me many times," Alicia said with a smile. "Listen, honey; I am not judging you… how could I? Here is the first little secret; your relationship with Donny was what first endeared me to you. When I first met you at the Disney meet up in Detroit, it was Donny that caught my eye first. He was super cute going crazy for all of the characters in costumes, which I thought was a little odd, but endearing, for a young teen. It wasn't until we all sat down at the same table at the food court that I realized how cute you were too!" Alicia said.

This new revelation is even weirder, but now that I look back, she was pretty smitten with Donny, but I thought nothing of it. I have never heard of a female boy lover and I hadn't thought about it, I was just infatuated with Alicia and saw nothing else.

"Wow… just wow," I said as I tried to formulate how I was going to tell her my story.

"That all makes sense to me now. You were crushing on Donny every time he was with us! Geeze, I am glad he moved to California when he did or you may have married him!" I said, only half-jokingly.

"No, silly, I fell for you at the food court and had decided I wanted to marry you that day. As I started to suspect that you were a boy-lover as well, I was even more excited. I believed that if my secret ever got revealed accidentally, then at least you would understand and we would have that common interest. You know what they say that husbands and wives need to share common interests. This is probably not what is meant by it, but I went with it."

I went on to tell her my story of how I discovered I was a boyloving pedophile at Euro Disney with and thanks to Donny. I did not get into pornographic details but gave her enough to understand what happened. I went on to detail my other encounters and by the time I was done, there were NO secrets left.

Her body language, questions and clarifications, as well as smiles and laughter as we talked, all led me to believe that I had not just thrown my life away confiding in her. I had not intended to bore her with every detail, but it felt great to finally share my dark secret and not carry the burden alone. Two hours later, I'd brought her fully up to date, up to and including the 'boy milking' incident this evening.

"I have to ask, why did you take Randy into our room and not let me come too? You were abrupt and it scared me. I had assumed you were interrogating him and were about to kill me."

"Frankly, I was shocked when confronted with the fact that you were doing sexual things with Randy and I wanted to hear his side of it first. He told me that he initiated it and that he was not hurt or upset by what happened. I was a little concerned that there may have been anal play involved. I know how damaging that can be, so I wanted to examine him and not ask him directly to avoid any potential trauma."

"But here is my next admission. When I was examining Randy's body for injury, I got super turned on. I have never thought of any of our kids as sexual beings, but seeing him and Dylan in the state they were in when I walked in, touching Randy in the bedroom the way I was… I lost it and I jacked him off to orgasm. I have never touched him or Aaron before … ever! I have always only seen them as my special little boys, but it has been such a long time for me that I had allowed myself to act on my desires. I haven't acted on my desires in a very, very long time; in fact, last time was before we met. I tried so hard to suppress this and there he was, our cute, sexy, adorable, pretty little son and his perfect body, penis and bum and me knowing he had already enjoyed special time with you and Dylan moments before…. well, I just lost it," Alicia said.

"Kind of like what you did with Dylan in front of me, which, I might add was hot!" I said.

"Yes, except Dylan fell asleep before I finished him off," Ali said. "He sure is a gorgeous kid and a real sweetheart too."

"I've now shared my story with you; it's your turn to do the same. Oh, and before you do, tell me how you got back in here without a key card for the room or elevator?" I asked.

"Oh, so you didn't want to be surprised, you perv," she said with a smile. "You probably forgot that when we originally booked this trip, I was coming with you and my name is on the reservation. I just asked for a key card at the front desk, showed ID and voila, I appeared unexpectedly at your orgy. You should always use your privacy lock in a hotel!"

"Funny Girl," I said. "The boys are going to suffer from PTSD from the surprise."

***

"So here is my story," Ali began.

"You know all the basics of my family growing up. I am the oldest of five siblings. Shortly after I was born, my parents got divorced. Mom got full custody of me and a short time later, she got married again and had two sets of twin boys when I was 3 and 4. My stepmother died when I was 8 and my dad was left alone with an 8-year-old girl, two 5-year-old boys and two 6-year-old boys. He did the best he could with some help from his mom and his sister, but I took on the mother role when the boys were all in full-time school. I was 10; they were 7 and 6 at that point."

"Being a single parent of 5 kids, routines were important for him. Dad and I shared most of the household responsibilities, dad got us all up and off to school in the mornings and my job was to get them home from school, watch them until dad got home. He and I made dinner together and fed them. Afterward, we always had family time and then I got them into baths and to bed. Dad was usually fast asleep on the couch by that time."

"Over the years, it was a house of penises and I saw them all. There was no privacy or modesty in our family. As the boys were turning 9 and 10, the 10 years olds, Alex and Adrian, found their dicks and spent most of their free time playing with them, parading their new 'stiffies' around for all to see and doing whatever they could to get me, or each other, to touch them. They were horny little guys. The 9-year-olds, Andrew and Adam, were still oblivious to their boy parts at that point."

"One night it was storming out and Alex and Adrian came into my room and got under the covers. I woke up and told them to leave, but they were both in tears because they were scared of the storm outside. I ended up letting them stay the night; we cuddled and went to sleep. I woke the next morning and the boys were on either side of me with Adrian hugging me with his hard penis in the pantie covered crack of my butt and Adrian's on the other side with a boner that was pointing at me. I stared at Adrian's cute little dick while I enjoyed the feeling of Andrew's pressed up against my bum. I flipped over and looked closely at Andrews penis and pulled the blanket down so I could get a really good look. I was fascinated with the hardness of it as every time I saw it previously it was a soggy little noodle and now it was as hard as a nail. I worked up the nerve to reach out and rub it, which got me so excited I started rubbing my bum into Adrian's erect dick. I reached down to my panties and pulled them off, avoiding disturbing Adrian's penis as I wanted to make sure it went back into my then naked bum crack.

Something came over me and from that moment on all I wanted to do was play with little boy cocks. I was hooked! I had seen daddy naked, and that did nothing for me at all, but my naked 4 boys were all I wanted. As it turned out, all of them were horny little guys ready to play sex games. They were always ready to do it with their brothers and friends, but most of all, with me.

It was all very innocent and cute. Me playing with their penises, rubbing bodies, humping and lots of touching and exploring. This went on for months and we loved it. We spent most of the time when we were home alone, naked or in our underwear and it would often result in some feel-good play … it was just the way we were."

***

"Things changed one Saturday when we were all cuddled up in dad's big bed while he was at work. We were watching 'The Muppet Movie' on his fancy new Betamax. When it ended, we all wanted to watch something else. Adrian was looking through the small pile of tapes that we had to choose from and found one with no label so he popped it in and pressed play.

What showed up on that screen was something none of us had seen, or imagined, before. It was a porno movie called 'Debbie Does Dallas,' and it was something else. I was getting quite… how can I say it… horny. The boys had all stripped out of their PJ's or underwear they had been wearing up to that point and they all ended up naked, rubbing their penises as they watched the sex scenes unfold on the TV. They asked me to strip as well, which I happily did, and it turned out to be a full-blown orgy of gropes, humps, tickles and rubs.

The movie continued and we started to try some of the acts that were being performed on the screen. There were many firsts that day, but none more exciting than first orgasms! Likely the new favorite discovery was the blow job. I am not sure why we had never thought of this before when we were playing but seeing that girl suck the cock of the football jock in the movie started a whole new thing for us.

Each of the boys wanted me to suck their cocks like on the TV. I sat on the edge of the bed and one by one they stood in front of me and I sucked those cute little boy dicks one at a time. You might think that the boys discovered the joy of the orgasm first, but it was me. As I was sucking off my boys, I was rubbing my vagina and I experienced a mind-blowing feeling that would have terrified me if I had not seen 'Debbie' experience it on the TV. The boys all stepped back as I lay back and rubbed, panted, and grunted through it as they masturbated to the scene."

"Hold the phone Alicia, is this all real? I know your brothers and they are all ultra-conservative, straight-laced family guys. It sounds like you were living in a madhouse of sex! Mind you, it sounds fun, but it sounds like the plot of a porn film itself," I said, stopping Alicia's story.

"Hand to God, this is all true and no, it was not a house of sex. My father was fantastic to us, still is, all of us loved each other, we had friends and sleepovers and all normal kid stuff. This is the secret I have never admitted to you or anyone. Hopefully, it will help you understand where my love of boys comes from. I loved my brothers, they were all amazing and we always had great times together. We were close, physically as well as emotionally. The sex play was all just fun and a way we showed our affection for each other. There was no internet, nobody preaching stranger danger, our father never shamed us about our bodies or hid anything from us about sex. It was an awesome childhood, I am very lucky and blessed, and all 100% true," Alicia said.

"Now, shut up and pay attention, I am almost done with what I wanted to share."

"When I recovered from that experience, Alex was next for his blow job. That penis was the most beautiful thing to me that I had ever seen. It was like my first orgasm opened a whole new chapter in my sexuality and I wanted to repeat it as often as I could. Alex was about to get his third blow job of the day and it was going to be great! I licked and sucked and nibbled. I rubbed and massaged and then sucked some more. I was so into it, I had lost track of time. Alex was not stopping me and the other boys were all glued to the action, having since forgotten that Debbie was getting laid for the 50th time on the TV."

"Alex started to squirm as I had his little boy penis in my mouth with my nose up against his body. I was fondling his balls and felt them move up tightly against his body."

"I have to pee Ali," he said.

"I am not sure what came over me as I grabbed his bum and pulled him into my mouth and would not let him go. I felt the wetness of his small ejaculation in my mouth as his dick twitched and pulsed. I didn't swallow and as soon as he calmed down, I let his penis pop out of my mouth and spit what I thought was pee into an empty glass.

"That is not pee Alex," I said.

"Andrew then asked, "Is it sperm like the football guys in the movie were squirting. It's looking more like snot then what we saw on the movie."

Alex, who was now returning to normal, said, "Whatever the fuck it was, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. You guys have got to do it too."

He then lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket up to his chin and fell fast asleep with the cutest, most content smile on his face.

"I gave blow jobs to each of the boys while rubbing my own orgasms out – I think I had 5 that day. I repeated what I had done for Alex and all of them had the same reaction. Only Adrian squirted in my mouth; nothing came out of the dinks of Andrew or Adam, I assume they were still too young, but they still had the same reaction, just no semen. Each of them fell asleep in that bed one by one, following their climaxes."

"They were all fast asleep under the duvet of the big king-sized bed; all lined up looking adorable. I carefully pulled the duvet down so I could check out their cocks again. Andrew and Adam were still stiff and pointing straight up and Adrian and Alex flaccid and lying across their sacks. I just knelt at the end of the bed and stared at them and stroked myself into the most intense climax of that day yet! I wiggled in between the two sets of twins, pulled up the blanket, grabbed Adrian's penis and fell asleep with it in my hand."

***

Over the day, we all woke, dressed and carried on. There was no awkwardness, a few questions about the activities, but it was as if we had just learned a new board game. In retrospect, I am surprised that nobody wanted to try intercourse that day, I don't think I would have, but all the boys were extremely happy with what we did and it never came up.

Over the next few months, I started to notice other boys my own age and went out with a few and even did some mild sexual stuff with them; some squeezing of my newly developed breasts, some petting through underwear and a handjob for one and a BJ for another. That BJ was disgusting, his dick was huge and he had so much hair, it was all I could do to not wretch and ruin it for him. He was a nice guy, but a very big and hairy guy in every way possible.

I liked my boyfriends and enjoyed the time with them and relished the romantic love, but the thought of that big hairy cock nauseated me. It was clear to me then, I much prefer bald little boy cocks and balls.

"So, now I see how I fit into the picture," I said as if I had stumbled on a great ancient truth. "We had a great relationship and when we finally had sex, my size and lack of body hair must have been what sealed the deal."

"Busted!" Ali said with a big smile. "I truly loved being with you, I knew I had found my one true love but when we finally made love, I knew I had the best of all worlds. As I said, I suspected you were a boy lover, you were a kind and loving man and you had the body of a 14-year-old. The best part is, you kinda still do."

Even though the difference in age was not huge, I was always in charge and the wake, school, dinner, play, bed routine continued. When I was 14 and the boys were 10 & 11 keeping the house was becoming harder. I needed time to keep up with my homework. That became more important as I had started high school. As the boys were getting older, their bedtimes were getting later and that meant less time for me after they had gone to sleep to get my things done. I had a plan!

One night I decided to put my plan into action, recalling that day the previous year when we had, what we later came to call, 'our Dallas Orgy'. I told each boy to shower, brush teeth and get into bed on time in only a pair of briefs and I would be in to see them with a big surprise. Each set of twins were in bunk beds in one room and at the appointed time, all four clean boys were in their beds wearing briefs only as I instructed. They were reading or chatting with each other, but all were in bed as I requested, ready for the surprise I promised them.

I walked in and closed the door. I spoke to them like a stereotypical drill sergeant.

"Now boys, you must follow my instructions very carefully to receive your surprise." They were all paying close attention and smiling at my act.

"First of all, each of you turn on your bed lamps."

These were little lamps above each bed that dad installed so the boys could read and not disturb the others. When they were all on, I switched off the main overhead light.

"Next, I want you to pull down your covers so you can lie directly on your bedsheets. Neatly leave the covers at the foot of your bed so they can be pulled over you when you are sleeping." Each boy followed along. There were some chuckles as they found my orders humorous, but they all played along.

"Each boy will sit on the side of your bed with your legs hanging off the sides and keep your eyes and ears on me." The boys were all giggling now, but they all did it and silently waited for the next order like I was a fun game.

I started to walk back and forth between the bunk beds like that and addressed my boys.

"Listen up, boys. I am in high school now and I need time to get my homework done and the only time I can do that is when you guys are sleeping and the house is quiet," I paused… "I can't hear you!"

Andrew looked confused and tentatively said, "Ok."

I walked up to him and yelled in his face, "You will address me as Sister Ali!"

He played along, "Yes Sister Ali … sir!" They all broke up laughing.

"Enough of that penis boys!" I barked.

They all started to play along and said in sloppy unison, "Yes, sister Ali." I smiled at them and then went back to serious business again as I paced, looking stern and serious.

"You will cooperate and go to bed on time, every night and lights will be out at 09:30 hours, which is exactly 30 minutes later than your current bedtime." I paused for the response.

In better unison, "Yes sister Ali!"

"Once you are all in bed with your sheets rolled down, in your briefs and sitting in the way I have instructed, we will commence our nighttime ritual," I paused.

"What is the nighttime ritual," Adam asked.

"Good question Penis Boy Adam. Let's commence operation nighttime ritual in 3, 2, 1."

They all looked at each other, wondering what was going to happen.

"I was kidding guys, here is what we are going to do. Be in bed at 9:30 exactly like this. I will come in and we will quickly review the next day's activities and then we will have a little bedtime fun that will quickly put you all to sleep."

Looks of recognition came over each face when they realized where I was going with this.

"Here is what we are going to do."

"OK, everyone lay on their backs and put your right hand on the fronts of your briefs and start to rub." Each boy started to rub and grope their boy packages through their briefs. "Perfect, I want you to keep doing that until I come to your bed."

I moved to Alex's bed first. "As I get to each boy's bed, I am going to gently pull off your underwear and rub your penises for 2 minutes, like this," and I demonstrated on Alex, who was enjoying the attention and the stimulation.

"After I am sure you are at maximum hardness, I will suck your penis until you have an orgasm like this." I started to suck Alex's adorable cock and fondle his balls.

I noticed for the first time that the 12-year-old had 4 or 5 dark hairs. All the other boys were watching from their beds rubbing the fronts of their briefs. Alex was moaning and pumping his dick in an out of my mouth as I was bobbing up and down on his boyhood. I returned my hand to his balls and started to massage again and within 4 minutes, he started to climb to his climax.

Suddenly I felt his penis swell, spasm, twitch and emit his watery cum into my mouth. I had a small towel with me so I wiped the residue off of his penis, swallowed his premature offering, put one kiss on his penis, pulled the sheet up and added another kiss on his tummy and the next on his forehead and said: "Goodnight Alex, I love you." He did not respond as he was sound asleep. I reached over and turned out his little light and moved to the next boy.

I continued this with each boy and at 10:08 I walked out of the room and had the next hour or so to myself to get my homework done. I would try to reduce the time it took going forward, but if this routine works on school nights, I would be in good shape. However, one snag was that I couldn't focus on homework as I was all worked up after that and had to masturbate myself to climax before I could focus.

It worked and I got my work done. The boys were very well behaved and compliant, making life much easier. The routine became known as being 'sucked-in' instead of being 'tucked-in.' The best part is that it not only got the boys to sleep, but it also helped them stay focused on school. It also kept them calm and relaxed all day long.

"So, that is my story. I hope it helps you understand that I was likely heavily impacted by all the wonderful times with my brothers, sharing these most personal and sensual acts amongst ourselves. I never had intercourse with any of them and we kept up the ritual until each boy turned 15, at which point I lost interest in their bodies while loving each of their persons even more."

"As a heterosexual female, I am wired to be attracted to males and their genitals. My theory is that my experiences with the boys and the good feelings, closeness and expressions of tenderness between us have my wiring rearranged to have the deep-seated desire to relive those wonderful childhood experiences. Or maybe, I was just born this way… who knows."

"Ok, that story made mine seem boring," I said. "You are going to have to 'suck me in' tonight after hearing that. I don't think Walt Junior here is going be soft ever again."

"I'll take care of your little friend later but now that we have shared all… we have shared all, right?", Ali asked.

"I have shared 100%, I have no secrets left," I said. "OK, now that all this is out in the open, we need to talk about going forward and how we deal with this, stay out of jail and not harm our boys or any other boys."

***

This day seems like a fantasy and not real at all. The fact that I am having this conversation with my wife is simply surreal.

"Well, I am not sure I can change who I am or what my desires are. I am impressed that you have, but unless I am away from boys, I am going to have feelings and desires for them," I said.

"I get that; I think we need to be very careful and need to have some clear rules around our kids. Randy has already had sexual experiences with both of us and Aaron has had nothing. So, we either cut Randy off, tell him it was a terrible mistake or we continue with him and set rules and lines we do not cross," Alicia said.

"I think we need to sleep on this as I am too tired to work through this much more. I propose that we have a chat with the boys in the morning, and I guess Ryan too, to reinforce the confidentiality of what happened and to make sure that anything that has happened so far or may happen is only if they want it. We need to agree and they need to know we have not and cannot ever ask or initiate," I said, making it sound like I was drafting a contract in my office.

"I guess I didn't follow this rule with Randy and Dylan this evening, but I agree. Let's try and take some quiet time tomorrow after the park to talk. I need to work with Randy on his script too; his audition is the day after tomorrow," she said.

***

After a quiet pause, "Hey Walt, you know that Teresa is not going to pull through, don't you? We are going to have to come to terms with the fact we are about to have a new son and all that this change will entail."

"I know, my brain is telling me there is no way she lives, but my heart is hoping she will because, as wonderful as it would be to have a new son, he is going to be devastated by the loss."

"I am going to the hospital in the morning to check on her and check in with the social worker and doctor. I will catch up with the gang when I am done."

"One thing is bothering me, though. We thoroughly checked and couldn't find any living family, which is why CPS wants to place him with us, but I distinctively remember Teresa telling me that her parents bought the trip for them. I need to ask Dylan about this as he also told us he only has an elderly aunt in a nursing home as a family," I said.

"I am sure you will figure it out, you are the smartest 14-year-old lawyer I know," Alicia said with an affectionate smile.

"You are an awesome mom Alicia Furman. Thank you for being so understanding about Dylan, we need to be there for him no matter what," and with that, Alicia pulled me to my feet and said, "We need to get to bed, we have a big day ahead."

"Adventure Awaits!" I said and we headed to the bedroom.

As we walked in, we realized that Randy was still in our bed. He was sleeping and lying on his back, naked with the blankets thrown off in the middle of the king-sized bed, his hand gripping his erect little boy penis.

"It's a trap!" I said jokingly to Alicia.

Chapter 14

"You are such a geek! Can you take him to his room while I get ready for bed," Alicia asked as she whisked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

I bent over to pick up my sleeping boy and was trying to figure out the best way to move him without waking him up. I slid one arm under his knees and the other under his shoulders and started to lift him.

"No, I want to sleep with you and mommy," Randy mumbled as I lifted him.

He was squirming so much, I was unable to hold him and ended up putting him back down. He grabbed the blanket, pulled it up and rolled over.

"Come on Randy, this has been a crazy day and we have a long day of fun at the park ahead of us, let's put you in your bed so mom and I have room to sleep," I pleaded with him but based on the sound of his breathing, he was back to sleep.

I tried to pull the sheets down, but he was holding them tightly. I tried to pull them out of his hands and he growled and gripped tighter.

Randy mumbled sleepily again, "No, daddy, I want to sleep with you. I am afraid to sleep in the other room."

"Please, Randy, I need my sleep and it is hard to do in a crowded bed," I responded to him in a whine.

"Oh, for Pete's sake.", I muttered to myself.

I went to the washroom and walked in and Alicia was applying cream to her face. She turned to me,

"Are you all set to be sucked in?" she said.

"I don't think that will be happening tonight; Randy refuses to leave the bed. He says he is scared to sleep in the other room," I said.

"Hmmm, well I guess we leave him and just get some sleep. It is a king-sized bed; there should be room to spare. But it looks like Walt Junior is going to have to wait," Ali said as she grabbed my penis and gave it a couple of strokes to torture me.

"We can snuggle a bit and then get some sleep," she said.

We both finished our nighttime routines and got into the bed without clothes on so we could enjoy a little marital snuggling as we drift off.

"Push the bed hog over," Ali said.

I pushed Randy way over to the side of the bed and Ali was right, there was tons of room for all of us.

We both got in with me in the middle and Alicia on the outside. We hugged in bed and enjoyed the warmth and sensuality of each other's bodies. As I felt I was slipping into sleep, I was, after all exhausted, Alicia spoke.

"I meant to tell you that the motel you sent me to is NOT a nice place, it was horrible. It was one of those crappy little places on Rt 192 that are mostly filled with local homeless people. It was likely a nice place in its day; it is called 'The Ursula Major.' I considered not going in at all until this young boy, about Randy's age, came out of the room next door and sat on a chair in front of the room looking sad."

"I got out of the car and went to the room and started to unlock the door. The little boy, who had been crying, asked me if his friend was coming back. I asked, do you mean the boy who was staying here."

The boy said, "uh-huh, we hung out the night he arrived, but I haven't seen him or him parents come back."

"I am so sorry sweetie, Dylan is not coming back he is staying with my husband and me at Disney," Alicia said.

"Oh, that is too bad. He was a really nice kid; I was hoping he and his family would take me to the parks. He said he was going to ask his mom; then he didn't come back," the boy said.

"I told him what had happened and he looked so sad. As I was talking to him, I noticed that he was really dirty and smelled terrible. I asked who he was staying with and he told me with his mom and she was in the room with her boyfriend. We talked for a few minutes and I learned his name was Aaron and he is 11-years-old and is living there with his mom. They moved there from Canada after his grandmother was killed by his father."

"A scruffy looking man came out of the room and his mother screamed his name and he said he had to go to bed now. I gave him my card and told him to call me on my cell phone if he needed any help. He asked if he could come to Disney with Dylan and us in the morning. I said that I would have to ask his mother and see if that was possible. He got defensive and said that his mother has taken her medicine and would not be good to talk to tonight. I told him to call in the morning and if it was ok with his mom, we could pick him up and he could spend the day."

"You offered to take a kid you don't know to Disney? That was a little impulsive," I said.

"I know, but he looked so sad that Dylan wasn't coming back and I don't think he has very much, and my heart ached for him… so I just agreed. I doubt his mother will be ok with it; maybe we could bring Dylan by another time," Ali said. "I will swing by there after I go to the hospital in the morning and talk to her directly."

"You have a big heart, Ali; it was nice of you. Or, are you just hot for his body?" I asked.

"That is hilarious. You should talk," Ali pretended to scold me. We were both very tired because we were asleep within seconds.

***

I was having the most vivid erotic dream. Dylan and I were on a boat in the middle of a lake. He was wearing that Speedo that he borrowed from Ryan. For some reason, I was wearing a Pokémon Pikachu onesie and Dylan had his hand in the crotch area masturbating me. It felt amazing and I was worried about getting semen on the outfit. Just as I felt myself about to ejaculate, I woke up and felt my penis being jacked off for real.

"That feels great Ali, I am going to cum….." and with that, I erupted into 4 solid squirts of goo and several aftershocks.

"Gross!" a voice said from under the covers.

I lifted them and saw my little son Randy with my cum all over his hands and some on his chin. The little bugger had been jacking me off in my sleep.

"Hi daddy, did you like that?" he said innocently as if he had just drawn me a picture of a tree.

"It was very nice son, but you shouldn't do that to somebody without their permission," I said.

"Sorry Daddy, mommy did it to me before I fell asleep and it felt so nice, I thought I would help you have the same nice feelings. I didn't realize that you would shoot your stuff out when you were asleep."

"What's going on guys?" Alicia asked, having been woken up from the commotion.

I lifted the cover higher to show her Randy between my legs with the evidence of his work all over his hands.

"Hi Mommy, I did what you did to me to Daddy. He made a big mess," Randy said adorably.

"Walt, the boy needs his sleep. You could have done that yourself!" Alicia scolded me.

"Hey, it's not my fault; I was sleeping. Randy just helped himself," I said.

Randy crawled up between us and showed Alicia his hand. She grabbed some tissues from the side table and wiped off my semen.

"Ok, little man, back to sleep," and she pulled the blankets up to his chin as he snuggled against his mom.

"You have no clothes on; your boobies are all squishy and warm. Can you rub my dink again to help me go back to sleep?" Randy asked.

Alicia smiled and reached down and took Randy's penis between her fingers and started to jack him off. Now that I know her secret, this was turning me on. I reached down and joined her and grasped her hand as she pumped his boyhood. He mewed in delight with the feelings he was experiencing.

Ali said quietly, "You massage his balls." So, I reached down and gently started to rub each little marble-sized testicle in my hands and enjoyed the feeling of his impossibly soft, hairless scrotum.

"Thank you, mom and dad, this feels so nice," Randy said. "I wish we could always do this together." With that, Alicia looked at me and I smiled back at her and rolled my eyes.

"We would like to also sweetie, but this is a special occasion today only."

"Please mommy," he pleaded.

"We can talk about this later, right now I would like you to finish up, have your tickles and go to sleep," Alicia said.

I could feel Randy's little nuts in my hands start to move in his sack. His body started to give away signs that he was about to experience his third orgasm is less than 24 hours. He grunted loudly as he shot a tiny pearl of liquid from his little slit while his balls continued to do their job even with the lack of fluid.

Almost as soon as he finished his climax, his eyes closed and the soft sounds of sleep breathing came from his little body. Both Alicia and I explored the body of our sleeping son caressing his front, from neck to knees. We took turns rubbing his cute little penis and scrotum as he slept. Eventually, all three of us were asleep all cuddled up like kittens. I don't think I have felt as cozy in my entire life.

***

At some point, I woke up and had to get up to pee, Randy and Alicia were still fast asleep beside me. I went into the washroom, took care of business and returned to my bed and was startled to see Dylan lying in my space, naked… as usual.

"Everything ok tiger?" I said to him.

"I woke up and I am worried about my mom and can't go back to sleep," Dylan said with a slight quaver in his voice, he was crying.

"Let me squeeze in between you and Randy bud."

Dylan sat up and let me in, I lay down beside my son and turned to Dylan and held out my arms, and said: "Come on tiger, snuggle up with Uncle Walt."

He lay down, facing me, buried his head in my chest and hugged me tightly. I could feel Dylan moving his hand to Randy and put his hand on his back.

"Is Randy totally naked?" Dylan asked.

"Uh-hum," I replied.

"Is Alicia naked too," Dylan asked

I hesitated, wondering if I should lie and decided against it.

"Yup," I replied.

"Did Alicia really jack me off when I went to bed or was I dreaming?" he asked.

"Yes, Dylan, she did. You fell asleep."

"Hmmm. It was nice, but it was weird."

"Yea, it was weird."

Dylan went silent; I assumed he had fallen asleep. Suddenly, Dylan spoke.

"I know my mom is going to die."

I didn't know what to say.

"It's ok; you can be honest. Just tell me the truth."

"Dylan, I really don't know. I hate to say that I think it is likely, but there could be a miracle."

"If mom dies, will you still be able to take care of me?"

"Of course, why are you asking again."

"Alicia was pretty mad at you and she knows that you are into boys. I thought you guys would get a divorce or maybe be in trouble with the police."

"No, it's all ok tiger. We are all going to be ok. If anything happens to your mom, we will take care of you and maybe even adopt you."

Dylan started to sob.

"It's ok buddy; your mom may be ok. You need to be positive. Please don't cry."

"I'm crying because I am happy. I am happy that you love me so much that you would adopt me."

I just reached out and pulled him tight into my body, kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back.

Dylan went quiet again then spoke one last time, "I love you so much, Uncle Walt."

Moments later, Dylan was asleep.

***

7:00 AM came and my phone alarm sounded and I went to grab it off the side table. I had flipped around in the night and Dylan was spooning me with his hard penis poking my bum. I flipped back to reach my phone to shut off the alarm and I came nose to nose with him. I kissed his forehead and reached over him to retrieve and silenced my phone.

Randy and Alicia were still where I left them. Dylan was fast asleep so I lay back down basking in the glory of two adorable and naked little boys and my gorgeous naked wife. Can life get any better?

As if on cue, I got text messages from Tommy and Rob checking in and to coordinate plans for the day. I responded to both in a group text.

Walt: Just woke up myself. Ali is going to the hospital to check on Teresa and has another errand. Let's meet for breakfast at Chef Mickey's at 9:30 and we can decide on our park for the day and head out from there.

Tommy: Sounds good, see you there.

Rob: Ryan and I will be there. I will wander over now and make a reservation for us.

Walt: Thanks, guys, looking forward to seeing everyone again!

Tommy: TTYL :-)

Rob: Later gents…

I turned my head and saw Alicia looking at me. When we made eye contact, she smiled warmly.

"Morning, honey. I see your boyfriend joined us in the night."

"Yes, he did, he was upset about his mom. Nothing else happened. And don't call him my boyfriend," I said gruffly even though I know she was kidding.

"Sorry, honey, I was just joking," and she leaned over Ryan and gave me a good morning kiss. "What is the plan today?"

"We are meeting Rob, Ryan and Tommy at Chef Mickey's downstairs at 9:30. The plan is to have breakfast together and decide on a park and make our plan for the day," I said.

"Ok, I am heading over to the hospital to check on Dylan's mom and then going to that motel to check on Aaron. I will give you a call when I am on my way and you can tell me where to meet. We need to work on the script for Randy's audition tomorrow which we should do a few times today to make sure he has it down pat. His coach is going to Skype with him for an hour or so tomorrow morning to get him ready for the callback audition and, if all goes well, the chemistry reads," Alicia briefed me on her plans for the day.

"What is your thinking around motel boy?" I asked.

"I am going to go to the motel and talk to his mother. I am worried about him having seen that motel, thinking about what he told me and seeing and smelling him. This is a kid at risk and I want to see what we can do to help. Ideally, his mom will let me bring him to the park and I can get more information. Maybe have Tommy meet and talk to him too," Ali said.

I leaned over our boy this time and kissed her and said, "This is why I love you so much. You are the most considerate and caring person I know. Oh, and you like boy dicks too," I said, which elicited a pillow to the head.

"I am going to be occupying this bathroom for a long soak, do not bring that big ugly man dick of yours into my sanctuary," Alicia said with a smile, got out of bed and went into the bathroom and closed the door.

I then heard 'click'… she locked the darn door too. Alicia has always been serious about her baths and the tub in this room is particularly nice. She deserved some alone time and I was happy to give her some space.

***

The morning was also dawning at the Ursula Major Motel only a few miles away from the idyllic setting of Walt Disney World. 11-year-old Aaron Reid had awoken from his sleep by the stumbling of his mother, Ashley, who had just arrived back at their room after having left him alone late last night with her newest 'boyfriend', Steve. The events of the previous evening came flooding back to Aaron's brain.

After Ali had come and cleaned out Dylan's room, Steve left in his car and Aaron was getting ready for bed. He realized that his mom was acting very strange tonight, she had been drinking with Steve and had taken her medicine as well. She was hard to understand and saying silly things. Aaron's goal was to get to bed, go to sleep and everything would be fine in the morning when he would ask to go to Disney with Dylan.

After he had brushed his teeth, stripped down to his briefs and hopped into his cot, he was ready for sleep and called over to his mother who was sleeping sitting up at the little table.

"Goodnight mom!" he called out. No reply came and he turned over and he drifted off to sleep. Aaron was awoken a short time later by a commotion on the other side of the privacy curtain that his mom had strung up between his cot and her bed. Steve had returned and he and his mom were talking loudly and banging around the room like they were looking for something. Steve came past the curtain and saw Aaron in his bed and smiled at him.

"Hey there sexy, you whacking off under that blanket," Steve said.

"No, I was sleeping before you woke me up," Aaron said.

"Let's see," Steve said and grabbed the blanket and pulled it off Aaron's mostly naked body. "Looks like little man has a boner in his underwear. Playing with yourself is a sin boy."

"Can I have my blankets, please? I want to go back to sleep," Aaron pleaded.

The man moved to Aaron's bed and sat on the edge with the boy looking terrified.

"Let's go, Steve!" the mother said from the other side of the curtain where she remained seated, much too wasted to get up.

"In a couple of minutes, Aaron and I are going to talk about the birds and the bees. A boy his age needs a man to set him straight," Steve called back.

"My son is not part of the deal, Steve," she called back.

"We are just going to have a chat," Steve said.

Steve was inches away from Aaron. The boy was scared, cold and shaking with fear and he started to cry.

"Don't you start crying and go upsetting your momma." He reached down and started to caress the front of Aarons briefs where the small bulge was hiding his genitals. "Let your Uncle Steve make you feel nice. Does this feel good," he said as he continued to pet Aaron's little bulge.

"No! You are scaring me and I don't like what you are doing."

"Every boy likes to have his cock rubbed. Let's pull these off and it will feel even better," Steve hooked his fingers into his little briefs and tried to pull them off, Aaron held as tightly as he could but lost the battle and they not only came off, the threadbare underwear ripped. Aaron was now openly crying and calling to his mom.

"Mom, he is raping me! Make him stop." Steve grabbed Aaron's penis and started to stroke it.

"Steve, leave him alone. I told you he is not part of the deal," Ashley said. She stumbled back and stood over the scene. "Steve baby, let's go and party and leave the boy alone. You are scaring him."

"He doesn't seem scared to me; his little dink is hard and a nail!" Steve laughed.

Aaron cursed his penis for getting hard; he was terrified and was not enjoying what was happening, yet his dick was telling another story.

Ashley playfully slapped Steve's hand and said, "Let's go, you cannot afford that and I want to party now."

"Fine, maybe I need to save up. What do you say, you sexy little nymph?" Steve said as he got up and started to move to the door.

Ashley had tears in her eyes, covered up her child and bent over and hugged him.

"I am so sorry, Aaron, I will never let this pig touch you again. I wish we had a better life. I love you more than anything. Mommy's going out with Steve now; I will be here when you wake up. Don't answer the door no matter what," she said.

Aaron was still shedding tears, but not audibly crying now. "I love you too, mom; please be careful. I need to talk to you when I wake up."

Ashley released the embrace, kissed his nose and stood. She backed out of Aaron's sleeping area and kept eye contact with her son until she was on the other side of the curtain. She had an expression of deep sorrow. Ashely was a broken woman and tonight was clear evidence that she was at rock bottom.

***

"There you are, did you suck his dick?" Steve said and laughed. Aaron heard the screen door open, the lights go off and the wood door close with a slam.

The room was in total silence. Aaron lay there listening to the noise of traffic and the comings and goings of the Ursula Major while stroking his penis to help calm his nerves and bring some happiness. He remembered the possible Disney trip tomorrow and rolled over on his tummy, humped his mattress a few times and fell asleep.

"Aaron, wake up," his mother was shaking him trying to awaken the boy even though he was clearly awake.

"Mom, I am awake!"

"Oh, shit, sorry. Listen, mommy is going to Tampa today with Steve. He says I can make some extra money and we need it. I am leaving $10 on the table here so you can get dinner next door at Taco Bell. I will be back late tonight, don't wait up."

"Mom, I need to talk to you. Do you remember the boy I was playing with a couple of days ago? He was staying in the room next door. They checked out and he is staying at Disney World now. The lady he is staying with said that I could come and spend the day with them if it was ok with you."

"I don't have money for that and I don't know her. What if she is a pedophile and wants to touch your pee-pee," she said giggling. His mom was still wasted and not all there.

"They are going to pay and I would be with Dylan all day. He is the same age as me. Oh, and your pedo boyfriend already played with my … 'pee-pee' last night. What is the worst that could happen?"

"OK, it's ok with me but text me her phone number so I can call you."

"Mom, you have to call her. She is not going to take my word that you said it is ok. Can you call her from your phone now?" Dylan jumped out of bed and found his shorts and got the card Alicia had left him.

"Why are you sleeping naked? I see your pee-pee," she giggled.

"Give me your phone," Aaron demanded. He dialed the number and Alicia answered.

"Hi, this is the boy from the motel calling about going to Disney. Do you remember me?"

"Hi Aaron, of course I do sweetie. I was going to come by and talk to your mom later."

"She is going out for the day and has said I can go. Here, she can tell you herself," and he handed his mom back her phone.

"Hello," Ashley said, not knowing what else to say and trying not to sound like the obnoxious drunk she was.

"Hello, I am afraid I don't know your name, but I am Alicia Furman."

"My name is Ashley Reid; I am Aaron's mother. I heard you want to take him to Disney World today."

"Yes, Ms. Reid, Aaron knows my foster son Dylan; they met at your motel a couple of days ago. I came by to check out and I met Aaron. He was sad that Dylan wasn't coming back, so I thought it would be nice for them to spend the day. Dylan's mother is at Celebration Hospital very sick and this will be a nice way for him to get his mind off of things."

"Well it's ok with me as long as you are not some podiatrist or something," she giggled again at her own joke.

"I assure you that I am not a podiatrist," Alicia said while thinking to herself, I may be a pedophile, but I am no foot doctor. "I will text this number with all my details so you know where we are and how you can reach us. We can keep him for the entire day until you come back."

"That's so nice; I will text you with all my details too. I won't be home until very late, so feel free to drop him off when you are sick of him. He can let himself in."

"Let me know when you are on your way back to the motel and we will meet you, I don't want to drop off your son unsupervised. We would also be happy to keep him here until morning if that is easier."

"Yes! That would be great, Mrs. Furman. Perfect!! That will give me more time with my … err… associates."

"Wonderful, can you pack a bag with a change of clothes, PJ's, toothbrush and a bathing suit."

"He doesn't have PJ's or a bathing suit; he can just sleep and swim in his undies."

Alicia just ignored her, she was going to pick up some clean things for him anyway.

"I will be there as soon as possible and I will text you when I am close," Ashley said.

"Ok, thank you. See you tomorrow," Alicia said and hung up the phone.

Aaron took it from her and sent the text with his mother's name, his name, the address and unit number at the motel and signed the message 'Thank you for looking after my son today, I am very grateful. Ashley.'

He handed the phone back to his mom, she kissed her boy, grabbed a few clothing items and some things from the bathroom and put them in a plastic bag and then was off.

Aaron was so excited, even though he lives so close to Disney that he can hear the fireworks at night, he had never been to any of the parks because they could not afford it. He had heard the conversation and assembled the things that Alicia had asked he bring and put them in a paper bag that he found in the room. He decided that he needed to shower to look his best for his friend and his adventure at Disney.

***

Walt was just relaxing for a few minutes in the bed before he had to get the boys and himself organized for the day's activities. Both boys were still sleeping on either side of him and he listened to the gentle sounds they were making in their sleep. He turned to Randy and stroked his long blonde hair and touched his cheek. He was in awe of the incredibly beautiful child that he and Alicia had made. This was a child whose beauty, talent and personality made him a treasure and had set up ideally for his acting career that he was already enjoying with success. It worried him that he and his mother were now engaging in sexual activity with him and wondered how that would affect their relationships, their home life and would Randy regret it in the future and hold it against them.

I gently shook my sleeping angel, "Randy." The boy did not stir. "Randy!" I said a little louder. Still no movement. I noticed his lip moving and felt he was awake and pretending not to be. I tried again, but this time I tickled his ribs as I said his name. The boy exploded into a fit of giggles.

"I am awake. I am awake!" he said as he was resisting the tickle attack. He moved over and threw his arm over my chest and his leg over my leg. I felt the hardness of Randy's little penis as the boy gently humped his groin into my leg.

"Ok, buddy. No time for that," I said as I ruffled his hair. "I need you to go and shower and get dressed. We are meeting everyone for breakfast at 9:30."

"Aww, dad. I have a stiffy and this feels so good," Randy said as he continued to hump my leg.

"I think if you go pee, you will find that your little friend will get soft. You have a morning boner that happens when you first wake up and you have to pee," I said.

"I don't have to pee dad; I need to have the tickles before it goes down."

"You mean orgasm, and are you sure you don't have to pee…," I said and I reached down and pressed his abdomen where his bladder is.

Randy bolted out of bed and ran to the washroom. Randy was pinching his penis to avoid peeing on himself. I heard the door to the bathroom close: one down, one to go.

It was just Dylan and me in the bed now and he was still sleeping. I gently shook him, but he did not budge.

I became a little louder and more boisterous in my shaking and still nothing. This time, I reached down and grabbed his very hard penis and started to masturbate him. His response was to spread his legs and moan. I moved my hand and took hold of his testicles and started to massage them. Another moan escaped his lips and he opened his mouth like he was about to start panting. I moved back to his penis and decided to turn up the heat and took the glans between my fingers and started to rub. I could see him shudder from the feeling, his hand moved to mine and he pushed it down to resume full shaft stimulations.

"OK tiger, you are clearly awake now – time to get up and get showered and dressed. We are meeting Rob and Ryan at Chef Mickey's at 9:30. Alicia is in the bathroom in here having a bath and Randy is in the one in your room," I said.

"Are you going to finish this," Dylan said while pointing at his crotch.

"Sorry tiger, that was just a wake-up call," I said.

"Can I go and shower with Randy?" he asked with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Sure, as long as you actually shower and not just play with each other's dingle balls," I said with a little laugh.

"Awwwww… stop with the dingle balls thing. You are not funny."

"Actually, I think I am. I laugh every time."

I dove under the covers and blew a raspberry on his tummy, sending him into a fit of giggles. As he jumped, his penis poked me in the cheek, I turned my mouth and gave it a little suck and then I jumped out, grabbed my robe and left the room with Dylan recovering in the bed.

I was in the kitchen pouring an orange juice and a few seconds later, Dylan left my bedroom on his way to his. He turned to me, grabbed his very hard penis, shook it at me and said, "Look what you did to me!"

"Watch that you don't poke Randy's eye out with that," I joked.

I heard the bathroom door open and Dylan say loudly, "Bend over Randy, here comes Dylan!"

I sprinted to the bedroom to find Dylan standing outside the bathroom.

"Gotcha," he yelled and then disappeared into the bathroom.

Returning to the kitchen, I giggled to myself at Dylan's little joke but at the same time thought to myself how times had changed so much that a 12-year-old is worldly enough to be able to make an anal sex joke. I took my juice and my phone onto the balcony to enjoy the view of the Magic coming to life. No sooner had I had my first sip of OJ, that Alicia came through the doors looking like she was in a hurry.

"I have to head out right away, I already heard from the mother of that boy from the motel. She has agreed to let him spend the day and sleep over as well. She was high or drunk when she called and she has now left for the day leaving her son alone in that horrible motel room. I am not comfortable leaving him there; the whole situation there is unsettling. I am going to head there now and bring him back. I'll go to the hospital afterward." Alicia said.

"I love what a great person you are, but what are you getting us into?" I said.

"Walter Orlando Furman, this is a young boy that needs our help. That is what we do! It is going to be fine and the boys will have a blast having another buddy to hang out with," she said.

"You are right; I am just feeling overwhelmed with everything that is going on. I can't wait to meet him," I said as I stood and hugged and kissed her goodbye. "Go get the boy; we will be waiting for him."

"Where is Dylan, I want to let him know," she said.

"They are both in the bathroom having a shower and, well, being boys."

Alicia smiled and walked to the boy's room and continued through and opened the door to the bathroom. Alicia stood there, looking at the scene unfolding in front of her. Both boys were in the shower stall, Dylan had his back to the door and neither boy had heard her enter. Alicia moved into the bathroom more, intentionally trying to remain unheard. She was at the door to the stall and the boys still had not noticed her.

She was not surprised at what she was seeing but needed to speak to Dylan. She felt bad interrupting them, but she was also excited by what they were doing. Randy was on his knees and sucking on Dylan's penis. Randy's little blonde head was bobbing back and forth on Dylan's phallus. His eyes were squeezed shut as water cascaded down on his head as he kept up the blow job that, by the look of ecstasy on his face, Dylan was enjoying.

Dylan had his hands on the back of Randy's head and was pumping his dick into his mouth to meet the bobbing motions. Alicia couldn't wait any longer and opened the stall door. Randy and Dylan both froze, but Randy did not release Dylan's penis from his mouth and looked up at his mother. Dylan couldn't bring himself to look at her.

"Randy sweetie, can you take that out of your mouth for a minute I need to talk to Dylan," Alicia said and Randy complied as Dylan's softening penis was released.

"I am sorry Aunt Ali, I just….", Dylan started.

"No apology necessary, I am the one who should be sorry. It looked like you were almost ready to cum. Anyway, I need to tell you something. When you were staying at the motel with your mother, there was a boy next door," Ali said.

"Do you mean Aaron?" he asked.

"Yes, I met him when I went to pick your stuff up. I invited him to come to spend the day with us; I am going to pick him up now. Oh yeah, he is going to sleep over too."

Dylan looked shocked and not from being caught being blown by our baby boy. He was shocked and concerned about getting involved with Aaron. He liked the boy, but in the time he spent with him at the motel, he confided some things to him that were very scary. Aaron had told him that his mother has sex for money, drank a lot and took drugs.

What was upsetting was that Aaron's mother had sex for money while Aaron was in the room behind a curtain. Sometimes, if the man had enough money and his mother was high enough, Aaron would put on a show for the men. He would take off his clothes and masturbate himself in front of them.

He hated it, but they needed the money and whenever he did the show, his mom would buy extra food and a little toy for him.

"Aunt Ali, Aaron's mom is a very bad person, she has sex for money and sometimes Aaron was involved too. I don't think he should be around Randy," Dylan said.

"Oh sweetie, you are such a good brother looking out for Randy like that, but we will make sure he is appropriate around both of you. He is just a little boy and he needs a break. Let's be there for him today."

"Ok, Aunt Ali. I understand," Dylan said out of respect for Alicia but still harboring concern. Randy had remained where he was and silent the whole time.

"Randy, honey, you ok?" Alicia asked.

"Yes"

"You haven't said anything and you haven't moved."

"I am just waiting to finish sucking Dylan's penis; he's not done yet."

Dylan looked embarrassed. Alicia laughed at his matter of fact response. She made a mental note that she and Walt needed to have a serious talk to both of these boys soon. Alicia bent down and kissed Randy, turned her head and realized that Dylan's, now flaccid dick, was just hanging there looking sad and lonely. She leaned over, took hold of it and kissed in on the tip, straightened up and said, "Ok, boys carry on."

Randy leaned forward and took Dylan back into his mouth and started to suck. Dylan looked at Alicia confused at the casualness around their sex play. Alicia stood and watched for a few minutes until they were both once again enjoying themselves.

"Ok, gotta run boys. Have fun and make sure you wash up when done," Alicia said. "See you at breakfast."

***

Alicia walked back out to the balcony and said, "Walt, you might want to make sure you remind the boys to get ready. They are just playing right now," as she said 'playing' she used air quotes and wiggled her eyebrows, she chose not to say, 'our son is blowing Dylan' since they were on a balcony and could have been overheard.

"Will do. You had better hurry off if you are going to have the boy back in time for breakfast," I said.

"I have lots of time and I am going to stop by Target and grab him a few things too. I don't get the impression he has much. See ya real soon!", Alicia said, very brightly.

She was always most cheerful and excited when she was on a mission and she was on two right now – operation rescue Aaron and operation Teresa death watch.

I was about to check on the boys when my phone rang; it was Rob. "Hey Walt, Rob here, I know we talked this morning about breakfast, but we did not decide how many of us there are."

"Good timing, we can add two more, Ali is joining us and she is bringing another boy, so we need seating for 8."

"Another boy, eh? Hope he is a cutie! How old is he?" Rob said. I realize that we have already established that he too is into boys, but the way he said that, creeped me out a bit.

"I only know he is 11 and his name is Aaron. I think he is a local and living in one of those dive motels on 192. Dylan met him when he checked in at the motel where Aaron lives."

"Sounds like a fixer-upper," Rob joked and again his comment made me cringe.

"We will both meet him at breakfast."

"Sounds good. See you at 9:30 pal," Rob said.

Pal? I barely know this guy and I am his pal. I guess I did have sex with his son, so perhaps that makes us pals. Anyway, I don't like his sense of humor or the creepy comments he makes, but I guess we can't all be snooty boy loving lawyers, can we?

As I pressed end on the call, Dylan and Randy came out and joined me on the balcony wrapped in robes. "You guys all clean?" I asked as I sniffed Randy's wet hair. "I love that H20 shampoo smell! How about you mister" and I sniffed his hair and again the smell of the Disney resort shampoo filled my nostrils. "Well done boys. I was about to get a refill of my OJ, would you boys like some too?" I asked.

"Yes, please," both boys responded.

I poured the three glasses of juice and brought them back to the balcony and I almost dropped the tray when I got back. Both boys were sitting fully naked on the chaise loungers and Randy was casually playing with his penis as well.

"Guys, you can't be out here like that!"

"Why?" Randy asked while still playing with his cute little dick.

"Why? Why do you think? Somebody will see you!"

"Nobody can see us," Dylan responded. "This balcony is at the end of the building so there is nobody beside us on that side and the balcony on the other side is for the room where Randy and I sleep. There is a privacy screen. We are on the top floor, nobody can see over or from below."

"It is so private I can do this," Dylan got up and started to gyrate his pelvis, causing his semi-hard penis to flop around obscenely.

"And we want to dry off this way. It's fun!" Randy added.

I was a little annoyed at Dylan, leading Randy in actions that I do not approve. His mom must have been a push-over because he seems to do what he wants when he wants, and that is going to have to stop.

"Fine boys, but I am not happy about this," I said as I reclaimed my chair. "Randy got up and walked over to me and hoisted himself onto my lap. He leaned back and I wrapped my arms around him and then he returned to fondle his penis.

We sat there for 20 minutes. Dylan drifted off to sleep and Randy just kept playing with himself as I watched and admired his little boy penis and scrotum. I dared not even accidentally touch him sexually in case somebody had their cameras pointed at us, but I rubbed his tummy and chest in an innocent parental way.

***

My phone rang again and it was Ali. "Hey honey, how are you making out," I asked.

"Just fine, I have just arrived at the motel now. I am about to get Aaron and wanted you listening on the phone just in case mom or a boyfriend is there and causes trouble. You stay quiet and listen carefully," Alicia said.

Just then, Randy started talking loudly so his mom could hear him while I was still on the phone, "Mommy, Daddy is letting us sit on the balcony naked."

"What on earth, Walt. Don't you think that Disney might have an issue with naked boys on a balcony of their flagship hotel?"

"It wasn't my idea, the boys just did it and Dylan wouldn't take no for an answer."

"OK, but be careful," she responded after her half-hearted attempt at propriety.

"OK, I am at the door now, I am going to stop talking and you listen. I have texted you the name, address and room number in case you have to call 911."

Alicia knocked on the door, "Aaron, it's me, Alicia. Dylan's foster mom."

The door flew open, Aaron stepped forward, clutching a CVS shopping bag. "Let's go," and he walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Is there anyone else here?"

"Nope, my mom left right after talking to you."

"What do you have in the bag," I asked.

"I have a pair of underwear, socks, my toothbrush and a book I am reading."

"Oh, what book are you reading sweetie," I asked, trying to make conversation.

"It's called 'The Kingdom Keepers,' I am halfway through," he said. "It's all about these kids that go into Walt Disney World after dark and they have to battle witches and villains to save the park."

"I know that book, I have read it to my youngest son," I said. "Let's get moving; we have a big day ahead of us."

Alicia put the phone to her ear like she was answering it.

"Hello honey, I am about to get in the car with Aaron now. We will be there soon," she said.

"So, everything is ok, and I can hang up now," I asked to confirm.

"Yes, honey, we are both fine and Aaron is looking forward to seeing Dylan and the other boys. Ok, bye now," and she ended the call.

***

We both got in the car and I asked to see what he had in the bag. I pulled out the book and closed the back immediately, the smell of the clothes inside made me nauseous.

"When were these clothes washed?" I asked.

Aaron looked embarrassed. "Whenever mom shares her pay with me, I go to the laundromat and wash them, but the last time was last week. I rinse them out in the sink and then dry them over the shower curtain rod," he told me.

"Let's make a stop at Target and get you some nice things to wear. You smell nice and clean, so that's good," I said.

"I had a shower because I knew we were going to Disney World and I wanted to look my best for your family," he said.

We drove for a few minutes and pulled into the Super Target parking lot.

"Let's go, sweetie, this has to be a quick trip. We can come back tomorrow morning to get you more," I offered.

Aaron did not say anything or express appreciation for the trip to Target, which I thought odd. I am sure it is overwhelming based on the way I saw he lives. We headed right to the boys' section and I told him to pick out three pairs of shorts, 3 t-shirts, a bathing suit and a pair of running shoes. As he was shopping, I picked up a six-pack of multi-colored Fruit of the Loom underwear, brief type, and a dozen white athletic socks.

He did not take very long and I suggested he needed a cap as well. He picked a Mickey Mouse hat with classic Mickey on the front.

We went and paid for the clothes and headed back to the car. Still, the boy did not say thank you or show any level of appreciation. She was not mad, just curious. He was a polite kid, so why is he not saying anything. She decided to leave it. They arrived at the car and tossed the new clothes in the back seat.

As he took his seat, he looked at me with this sad little look on his face. Her heart broke for him as she knows that he has a tough life and is not used to people being nice to him. He kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled off his t-shirt.

"Sweetie, you can't strip in the car, somebody may see you." Ali assumed he had just wanted to change to his new clothes.

"It's ok, nobody can see me naked down there," and he pulled his shorts, with no underwear, off. He was totally naked, but he did not make a move to get his new clothes on. Instead, he started to masturbate and was putting on a weird sexy act that he was mimicking from a tv show … or was it learned from his mother?

"Aaron put your clothes back on now. You are going to get me arrested doing that in the car in broad daylight," I said with a tone of panic in my voice. I must admit he had a delicious looking cock and balls, but common sense beat my lust for his boy package.

"I am sorry, I thought you wanted to see me naked and jacking off. That is what all the people who give me money want. Mom's friends, some of the people at the motel, the man who runs the variety store, they all want me to do naked things for them to get stuff, usually to strip and play with myself. Some even want to have sex with me, but I haven't done that yet. Sometimes I will let people touch me, but nothing else yet. Mom keeps telling me doing that is worth a lot of money," Aaron said.

"No sweetie, you don't have to do anything like that. It was a gift," I said as I was quietly horrified at what this boy has had to do. He seemed relieved and started to put his old clothes back on. When he was fully dressed and belted in, we started the short trip back to the hotel.

"When we get to the hotel, I want you to shower and put on your new clothes," I said to a smiling little Aaron.

Chapter 15

As they drove, Aaron told Alicia his life story. She was horrified at what this little boy has been through over his short life. Some of the stories made her tear up, but she held it together for him because it was to be a day of fun and not sadness. When they drove through the iconic 'Welcome to Walt Disney World' gate, he closed his eyes and she heard him silently say what sounded like a prayer, "I finally made it grandma, I wish you could be here. I'm at Disney World and I hope you are seeing me now from heaven." She glanced over at him and a couple of tears ran down his cheeks.

Not wanting to embarrass him, Ali cheerfully announced, "Here we are Aaron, at the happiest place on earth," and in the spirit of the moment, he gave a cheer while having the most wonderful smile on his face.

Alicia knew from his running commentary about his life that the reason they came to the Orlando area in the first place was at the wish of his grandmother. She had saved money in a special bank account for Aaron, his mom and grandma to make an epic trip to Disney. After his grandma's death, his mom decided to fulfill her mother's dream, but sadly her habit of hooking up with terrible and abusive boyfriends ended that dream as her latest lowlife man wiped out every nickel of their travel money and their park tickets. He left them penniless, without a car at the motel where they are to this day trying to survive.

"Wow!" Aaron exclaimed as they pulled into the parking lot of the Contemporary Resort. "I can't believe I am going to stay in the Contemporary! Grandma used to show me videos and pictures of this hotel as she had dreamed of staying here since mom was little."

Alicia went through the security gate without a hitch and quickly found a parking spot. They gathered his sad little bag of possessions and the bags from Target and headed to the entrance. Aaron was wide-eyed and in awe as they went from the front entrance to the elevators.

"We will have lots of time to explore later sweetie; we need to meet everyone else and head to breakfast," she said as she inserted her room key into the special slot in the elevator for guests of the 14th floor.

As Mickey Mouse started to narrate the ride, Aaron laughed and was so happy and excited that Ali knew right there and then that she'd made the right decision to stick her nose into this boy's life and bring him here today.

The doors opened and we headed to our suite and used the card to let ourselves in. As soon as we walked in, both boys came stampeding to the door to greet Aaron. Thankfully, Walt was able to get them in at least underwear and t-shirts.

"Hi Dylan, I'm Aaron from the motel. Remember me?" Aaron asked.

Dylan did not respond but instead pulled him into a hug which had Ali's eyes leaking for the second time this morning.

"Hi Aaron, I'm Randy and I'm Dylan's Foster Brother," Randy said and Aaron moved to hug him this time. "My brother's name is Aaron too!", Randy said.

"Is he here too?" Aaron asked.

"No, he and my sister are back home with my grandparents," Randy replied.

I was finishing up a call to my law partner back home when they came in. A few moments later, I came around the corner holding two pairs of shorts and two pairs of socks.

"Ok boys, here are the rest of your clothes, please get dressed, we have to leave in a couple of minutes," I said.

Aaron got very shy and looked like he was scared. He backed up toward Alicia and just stared at me.

"Hey buddy, I'm Walt! I'm happy you joined us today. You ready to have some fun?"

Aaron looked even more scared and started to tear up. He turned to Alicia and buried his face into her body. Alicia just looked at me, we both shrugged, and she seemed as confused as I was.

"I thought you said I didn't have to do those kinds of things today," Aaron whispered to Alicia.

Dylan and Randy looked confused as well. Everything was so happy and suddenly, without warning, Aaron looked genuinely upset.

"Can you take me back to the motel now please," he said to Alicia.

I felt that the two of them needed to talk so I announced – "Randy and Dylan, get your stuff on, we are heading down to Chef Mickey's now. Aaron and your mom will join in a little bit." Both boys quickly put their shorts, socks and runners on right there and we were on the move.

"Hope to see you soon, Aaron," Randy said.

"We are going to have a lot of fun today," Dylan added.

"Come on down when you guys are ready, we will hold your seats," I said.

I kissed Ali on the way out the door and whispered, "text me," and she responded with a nod. Aaron still had his head buried in her chest and would not even look at me; he was terrified. I left the room and the door closed behind us, leaving Alicia and Aaron alone in the room.

***

Aaron separated from Ali as soon as the door closed. He just looked at her with a miserable look on his face his cheeks streaked with tears.

"Sweetie, what happened. Why are you so upset?"

"He wanted to have fun with me and I thought I didn't have to do sex stuff today. You said I didn't."

"That is not what Walt meant Aaron. He meant that you were going to have fun in the park today. Going on rides, seeing some shows and eating so much junk that you can barely move."

He burst into serious tears now. Muddled in the crying he managed to say, "I am so sorry, I really messed up. I thought he was like all the other men that say that to me. It always means they want to do sex stuff."

"I told you, sweetie, we are not like that. We all want to get to know you for the great kid you are," Alicia said.

"Aaron, I am so sad that your life has been full of abuse, but we are not like that… I promise. Let's have fun today. You didn't mess up; there is no harm done. Walt can't wait to get to know you."

Aaron hugged Alicia and sobbed for a couple of moments until she pushed him away from her body so she could get back on track.

Alicia's phone rang, it was Walt, "Ali, the restaurant is backed up, we are going to poke around the stores for a bit while we wait for a table, maybe hit the arcade too. Is everything ok up there? Are you guys coming to join us."

"Yes, Aaron and I had a good chat and everything is great. It was a silly misunderstanding. Can you call me when our table is ready, this will give Aaron some time to quickly shower and change into his new clothes," Alicia said.

"Will do. See ya soon," Walt replied. "Oh and tell Aaron I can't wait to start over!"

"I already have, see you shortly," Alicia said and disconnected the call.

"Ok, we have a bit of time, you go jump in the shower and I will take the tags off of all your new clothes."

They walked to the boy's room washroom and he asked Ali to start the shower for him. She was at the tub setting the temperature and Aaron just stripped right there. No modesty or hesitation at all, one second he was fully clothed and the next he was totally naked, absent-mindedly playing with his penis waiting for her to announce the shower was ready.

"You waste no time, do you? OK, the water should be ok. Here are shampoo and a bar of soap. We have about a half-hour for you to shower, dry and dress. Call me when you are dressed, I can help you dry your hair when you are done," she said.

"Can you stay in here with me so we can talk? I don't want to be alone," Aaron said.

"Sure sweetie, I will grab your clothes and come right back," Ali said and then went to gather the Target bags and her phone.

***

When she came back, Aaron was scrubbing his hair with his eyes squeezed shut. The smell of H20 shampoo filled the room. This gave Alicia a chance to look the boy over and what she saw was a kid almost as beautiful as our Randy. He is a boy that could actually be described as pretty. Randy was adorable and cute kind of beautiful, but Aaron had an almost feminine quality to his boy body. He has ridiculously long eye-lashes for a boy and a perfectly proportioned nose that turned up a little at the end. His skin was blemish-free and his tan from being in the Florida sun was made more obvious from his absolutely perfect and very white bubble bum and pelvic region. His hair really needed a once over at a barber, but he was model beautiful.

His legs, like the rest of his body, were hairless and at that perfect stage, before puberty throws all the anatomical features into disarray. They were slender and delicate. As he turned around, she could see that he was skinny, not emaciated but not well nourished and had little muscular development. His chest was beautiful with two dime-sized areolae that had their tiny nubs poking out just a little bit.

His tummy was flat and firm and he had a cute little innie belly button. Moving further down, his v was prominent, leading to the appendage that distinguished this gorgeous kid as a boy. His uncut penis was slightly elongated from the warmth of the shower but not erect. Ali guessed that he was between Randy and Dylan in penis size – definitely oversized for an 11-year-old. He had a very pronounced mound at the base of his penis and a small nipple of skin hanging from his uncut boyhood. His scrotum and testicles seemed to be in the process of dropping as they were not nestled up to his body, but starting to hang loose in his bag.

"Alicia," Aaron said.

She did not hear.

"Alicia," he said a little louder.

Still, she did not hear him.

Aaron opened the shower door and said loudly, "HELLO!" Alicia jumped embarrassed that she was staring at the boy's crotch.

"Can you wash my back?" Aaron asked.

"Umm sure," Alicia said. She grabbed a bar of soap and started to rub it over his back, starting from the back of his neck down to just above his bum. She washed his sides and then rinsed him off and ran her hands over his back, feeling the curves and contours of his young body.

"You missed my butt," Aaron said.

"Pardon?" she asked.

"You stopped above my butt."

"Aaron, you should clean your bottom, that is too personal for me to be washing," Alicia said.

"Please. Your hands are soft and it feels good," Aaron said. "Besides, I never clean there very well."

Without debate or another word, Ali grabbed the soap and rubbed it over his bum and then worked her way inside his crack. He jumped a bit and giggled when the bar of soap went over his little hole. She put down the soap and then rinsed him off and spread his cheeks to get the soap out from his crack. She ran her fingers through the crack to make sure the soap was rinsed. Again, he jumped and giggled as her fingers touched his little hole.

When she was done, she gives his bum a couple of caresses. Aaron made an "Mmmmm" noise. She was in awe of that bottom. Like the rest of him, it was as if he was sculpted by the most talented artist … it protracted out from his back in a perfectly forming bubble just below two sacral dimples perfectly placed on his lower back.

She was intensely turned on but was able to resist going further. She suddenly worried that Aaron would feel that she was doing 'sex stuff' and be scared, so she stopped caressing, gave his bum a loving pat to signal 'we are done here'. He was clearly not associating such a loving touch to what he has come to know as sex.

She leaned in, kissed his back between his shoulder and said, "All done buddy, time to get dressed and head out for breakfast with Mickey."

Alicia was holding out a towel and helped to towel off his body.

Aaron smiled at Alicia and said, "That felt nice. Thank you."

She handed him the towel and showed him his clothes and abruptly left the bathroom.

A few moments later, Aaron emerged dressed and handed Alicia a towel and said, "You said you would help dry my hair."

She took the towel and vigorously towel-dried his hair. She went to our bathroom and came back with a brush and started to brush his hair. What emerged was a clean and gorgeous little kid, now with beautiful, and clean, mid-length blonde hair framing his cute little face.

"You are a very handsome boy, Aaron. Girls are going to go crazy for you my friend!", Alicia said.

"Oh, I don't like girls. I like boys. I am gay," Aaron said.

That matter of fact admission shocked her. She had not heard of an 11-year-old who self-identified so assuredly as gay.

"Then I am sure the boys will go crazy for you too," Alicia said. "Let's go and meet the gang."

***

As they left the room, Aaron grasped Alicia's hand and held it as they walked to the elevator and until they arrived at Chef Mickey's where she saw the rest of the group about to take their seats.

I was looking at them, nodded and smiled but had my phone to, my ear. "I was just on the phone to Adam back home; our table is ready," I said. I looked down at Aaron and said, "Hey pal, I am sorry if I scared you. My name is Walt," and I shook his hand.

Aaron then surprised me by wrapping his arms around me and hugged me tightly and said: "I am sorry for being rude."

"No apology necessary, let's be friends… ok," I said.

Alicia said, "You were on the phone to Adam Bitov? That obnoxious real estate guy? Why?" Alicia asked.

"I'll fill you in later," I said and Alicia gave me that 'You are up to something look.'

"Don't you go buying any more houses no matter how good the deal is. We have enough to look after now," Alicia said.

"It's nothing like that, let's eat," I said.

We walked over to our table and took our seats. The Cast Member came by and took our drink order and told us to help ourselves to the buffet. We all went together and I took the time to make the rest of the introductions.

"Aaron, I want you to meet our friends, this is Ryan, his dad Rob and my newest friend Tommy." Handshakes and fist bumps were exchanged and everyone went to grab plates.

Tommy hung back and started to make small talk with Aaron. I had already filled him in on as much of the Aaron story as I knew and Tommy was going to fill in the blanks. Aaron was smiling and eagerly chatting with Tommy like they were old pals. Tommy used his skills to get the information he needed to assess the situation.

Aaron filled his plate so high, there was no way he was going to finish all of it, but I said nothing as he had this look of pure joy on his face as he scooped food on his plate with Tommy describing what each offering was. As we were walking back, Pluto was walking by and made a dramatic show of being shocked by the pile of food Aaron had.

Aaron's eyes flew open as wide as saucers as he watched Pluto. He handed his plate to Tommy and ran in and hugged the cartoon dog and cried happy tears. Our whole party stood around and were moved, some of us to tears, seeing how happy this boy was. I took a picture of the two of them and we thanked Pluto and sat down at our table. The four boys were sitting together with 2 boys on each side of the four-place table. Aaron was the star of the table as the other three boys peppered him with questions about living in a motel, about being from Canada and trying to understand how he had never been to Disney when he only lived a couple of miles away.

I was watching the dynamic amongst the boys and they seemed to be paired off by age. Randy and Aaron were connecting and Dylan and Ryan were enjoying each other's company. They even left and came back with plate refills in those pairings. It is wonderful how kids can just make friends so easy; we adults should watch and learn.

The four of us adults were seated together and talked about Aaron. Alicia told Tommy everything she knew and then asked what he thought.

"We have a lot of single moms living in motels along 192. Most of them come here to find work, many gravitating to the large number of tourist jobs that are available to young women with little or no education. Unfortunately, they can't make ends meet on minimum wage and end up with either too many jobs to properly supervise their kids or they get involved in drugs and prostitution. I think Aaron is in a very bad situation and what you have said about him potentially being involved in some of that prostitution has me very worried," Tommy said.

"What can you do. What can we do?" Alicia asked.

"Not much yet. I am going to send an email to the office with all the information I have and ask my colleagues to check police and school records. They will get back to me later today or tomorrow morning. For now, he is safe since he is staying with you until tomorrow morning when we can figure out the next steps," Tommy said.

"For right now, let's show the boys a good time and go have some fun," Rob said to a round of nods.

"When you guys head out, I am going to the hospital to check on Dylan's mother," Alicia said. She then had a sudden realization, "Oh nuts. I have not worked with Randy on his slides for tomorrow's audition."

"Dylan and I did, while you were gone. He has it down perfectly. This character was written for him," I reported.

"Randy had a lot of fun learning how to be a good reader. Here, I recorded one of the reads on my phone."

All four of us watched and Rob was the first to comment, "He is amazing, a natural!"

"What about the script if he goes to the chemistry read after?", I asked.

"His agent said he only needed to be familiar with it, not off book," Alicia said.

"Great, then I think a couple more read-throughs after dinner and again in the morning, and he will be perfect," I said.

"Hey, can you send me a copy of that video Walt. I want to be able to say 'I knew him when' after he becomes a big star,'" Rob asked.

I knew exactly why he wanted it; Randy was dressed only in his tight little briefs as he did the read-through and Rob wanted it as jerk off material.

I said, "Sure, Rob," with no real plan to send it to him.

I stood up and said in a team captain voice, "OK team, what park are we going to today?"

All four parks and one of the water parks were yelled out. Tommy said Bush Gardens in an attempt to be funny.

"We are going to need to vote, all in favor of Bush gardens…" nobody put their hand up and everyone booed.

"Hollywood Studios," two votes.

"Epcot," two votes.

"Animal Kingdom," one vote.

"Magic Kingdom," three votes including mine.

"Magic Kingdom it is!" and everyone seemed fine and excited with the final choice.

"Ok, everyone. I am heading off to the hospital now. I will meet you in the Magic Kingdom as soon as I am back," Alicia said.

Dylan had an off expression on his face and he turned white. He rushed over to Alicia and hugged her.

"Can I go too? I haven't seen her since before she got so sick."

I was listening and nodded to Alicia, "Sure, you can. We will join everyone soon. The hospital is only a few minutes away," Alicia said.

Dylan said his good bye's and got hugs from everyone, including Rob, who allowed his hands to roam too far south and embraced him too long. Only I noticed and Dylan did not seem to clue in, but the tent in Rob pants and his wink to me let me know right away what was on his mind. That man is an odd duck and he is way too obvious about his interests. It's one thing to lust after little boys; it is another to put that on public display.

I paid the bill and we all headed out, six of us to the monorail and two to the parking lot. I was very concerned about how Dylan was going to handle this, but I knew he was in great hands with Alicia, but the look on his face as Alicia announced her plans was haunting me.

***

Dylan was very quiet as we walked to the car. I reached out and took his hand and he seemed happy for the support. We got in the car and I started to make some small talk.

"Hey Dylan, since I am your foster mom, we should get to know each other a bit. Let's take turns asking each other questions as we drive. You start."

"OK," Dylan responded, sounding less than enthusiastic. "What is your job?"

"Good question. I am mostly a full-time mom right now, but before that, I was a tv news anchor at a local TV station. I still do special assignments on a part-time basis so I can be at home with my kids. OK, my turn. What grade are you in and what is your favorite subject?" Alicia asked.

"That's two questions, but it's ok since they are kind of alike. I am in grade seven and my favorite subject is drama. Oh, and I will give you another free one, I am a straight-A student." Dylan said with a big smile.

"Ok, my turn. Do you have a lot of money and a big house?"

"We have more money than most. I was well paid as a news anchor and Walt is a great lawyer so we are very comfortable. And yes, we have a big house. Too big, I think sometimes. We have six bedrooms, a home theatre, a pool, a playground with a professionally built treehouse and we back up to the woods. OK, my turn. Do you have a girlfriend back home?"

"No! My turn. Are you and Walt going to get a divorce."

"Wow, that is quite a question. Can I ask why you are asking?"

"You walked into the room last night when Randy, Walt and I were doing sexy stuff. You looked mad and I know how illegal it is for adults to do that stuff with kids. I assumed you two would divorce and maybe tell the police about Walt."

"No, we are not getting a divorce now or ever. We love each other very much. About last night, I wasn't mad. I was concerned and wanted to make sure that what you were all doing was agreed on by all of you. When I found out it was, I was ok with it. I know it is illegal, but as long as everyone is happy, having fun, safe and consenting; I am not sure it is anyone else's business. You might remember that I masturbated you to help put you to sleep last night. My secret, that you are only the third person that knows now, is that I am a boy lover too. I liked rubbing your penis a lot. Walt did not know until last night either. I haven't had fun with a boy since my brothers were young and what you guys were doing was really exciting for me," I said to a stunned Dylan. "It's your turn now," I said.

"Umm, ah, hmmm. I am still really surprised at what you just told me. Ok, um. Have you ever had sex with Randy or your other kids?" Dylan asked.

"No, I haven't … well, except I masturbated Randy last night. So other than last night, no. Also, that was the first AND last time I will do that. I am afraid of hurting my relationship with my kids if I were to do stuff with them. I am already worried about what Randy thinks."

I don't know why I was confiding this information to this boy. I was taking a big risk, but it felt like the right thing to do at the moment. Walt is going to freak out, but I trust this boy and I know it will be ok.

"I think Randy will be ok. Every boy wants their cock rubbed, touched and sucked and they don't really care by who. He was probably really happy that his mom did it for him," Dylan said.

"Ok, I'm next," I said. "When your mother went into the hospital, you were asked if you have any living relatives and Walt says you said only an elderly aunt in a home in California. He told me that when he met your mom she said her parents gave her the trip to Disney as a wedding gift. Are your grandparents alive?"

Dylan got very sad, but I knew this was going to come up if we end up as long term guardians, so I thought I would clear this up right away.

"No, she lied to Alexi for me. He wanted to go somewhere else for their honeymoon, but mom told him that they had put money aside for a trip to Disney before they died and that she could only use it for Disney. They died in a car accident last winter before we could all go. It was me that was desperate to come here, I have been planning this trip my whole life. It sucks that my stepfather hated me, ran off on my mom and now she might die, all because I had to come here," he said and got teary as he said it.

"Honey, none of that is your fault. From what Walt told me, Alexi was not a nice man anyway and your mother getting sick would have happened anywhere you were at that time. I am sorry all of this has happened to you, it is so unfair but remember that no matter what, you have us and we will be there for you no matter what. OK, it's your turn."

"I don't want to ask any more questions," Dylan said.

The timing was good as we were pulling into the parking lot at Celebration Hospital. Dylan appeared to be very tense and uneasy as he saw the building come into view. I parked the car and turned to Dylan.

"I just want to tell you that what you will see may upset you. There are lots of machines in the room and she will not be able to speak to you. But, you should talk to her because people in comas can often hear and it helps them to hear people they love."

"I am scared, Aunt Ali, maybe I should wait here," Dylan said.

"I have an idea, let's go in and if you get too scared, you can wait outside her room," I offered.

He seemed ok with that idea as he started to get out of the car. As he came over to my side, I hugged him, took his hand and we went into the front entrance together. I could feel his body trembling through his hand and I thought to myself that this is a very brave kid.

***

The six of us got off of the monorail and we went to get Aaron's ticket. We all had annual passes, so I decided to get one for Aaron too so he could come back as often as possible after today. He was ecstatic and stared at the card as we walked to the security gate, almost walking into the cast member.

"I have an annual pass!" he exclaimed to the young lady at the scanner.

"That is so great young man! Welcome to the Magic Kingdom," she scanned the pass and he placed his finger on the scanner. "Have a magical day, young man!" I love how wonderful the Cast are at Disney, that young lady's excitement for Aaron just added to his happiness and pride in being a pass holder.

We all went through the gates and I suggested we take the iconic photo of Aaron in front of the giant floral Mickey in front of the train station so he can remember his first trip to the Magic Kingdom. The Photopass photographer lined up the perfect photo; I told Aaron to go and tap his annual pass so the photo would be connected to his account. I took a couple of photos on my phone too and sent one to Alicia. He looked so happy to be at Disney, his glee made me teary, but I did not let him or anyone else see, I am too manly for that. Well, maybe not so much, but I still hid it.

We veered right and entered the park ending up in front of Tony's Town Square Restaurant. Aaron, Randy and Ryan made a bee-line to see Mickey mouse who was greeting guests under the flag pole. While the boys lined up to see MM, the adults talked strategy for the day.

Rob started out, "I will take everyone's pass and go and collect Fast Passes right now. I suggest that we get them for Splash Mountain, Space Mountain and 7 Dwarves Mine Train."

Tommy and I both agreed and handed over our passes and he went and grabbed the boy's cards as well and was off at a fast clip on his errand. We agreed that we would head to Jungle Cruise when the boys were done with Mickey and meet him there.

Tommy and I stood aside from the boys and had a chance to talk privately now that everyone else was occupied.

***

"I just got a reply to my email about Aaron," Tommy said. "He and his mother are known to the agency and have been researched extensively. There is no information on any sexual abuse. Frankly, she is on her last chance and she is on the verge of losing custody of the boy. Leaving him alone in the motel today is enough for us to put him in care before we even start to investigate sexual abuse."

"I know Ali is very disturbed by what she saw at the motel and what the two of them discussed on the drive to the hotel. She can fill you in as soon as she gets back from the hospital," I said.

"I sense Ali is starting to feel attached to the boy and I already have the feeling that this is not going to be a simple overnight visit."

"Listen, Walt; we need to talk about Dylan. I had a call from the hospital before I got over here and they are concerned that his mother might be brain dead. They are going to be doing an MRI today to fully understand what is happening," Tommy said. "I emailed and let them know that Alicia and Dylan were coming over and they won't say anything in front of Dylan unless you and I are present. It looks like you and Alicia are going to have to make a decision about how you want to proceed very soon."

"She and I can discuss this tonight, but I have an idea that might make the entire situation easier. I don't want to say too much until I figure it out and see if Alicia is on the same side," I said.

"Hmm, intriguing," Tommy said. Changing the subject, he asked, "Is everything going ok with Dylan?"

"He's great and Ali and Randy love him like he is already a member of the family! I am worried that he is in a state of denial over his mother's condition and that he is going to crash badly if it goes the way we are expecting."

"Yea, I sensed that too. I guess the distraction of being here and having so many people to have fun with is helping. But, we will all need to support him as it is not going to be easy. We have access to grief counseling from the agency and I think that will be a big help," Tommy said.

"Hey look, the boys are next in line to see Mickey, let's go get some pictures," I said.

***

Aaron was up first and he went right to Mickey, put his arms out and they hugged. I noticed that Aaron was crying.

I stepped over the line to go and help, but Mickey put his hand up as if to say it was ok. I was close enough to hear what Aaron was saying. He was telling Mickey that coming to Disney was supposed to a family treat from his grandma, but she died. He told him about his father being arrested, the man who stole their money and their tickets and about living in the motel. The cast handler was taking it all in as well and made a few notes.

Aaron was not letting go of Mickey and was sobbing while the costumed character held him and stroked his back. It was an unbelievable sight, seeing the time and attention that this cast member was taking, nobody tried to rush the boy. Even the kids and parents in line were patient and looked sympathetic.

Randy was crying too and moved forward to hug Aaron from behind. It was becoming quite the scene. The cast handler whispered something to Mickey and the mouse nodded his huge head. The cast member approached me and asked if I was the father. I responded that I was his guardian.

"Do you mind coming to City Hall with Mickey and me?" the cast member asked. "We want to do something special for your boy."

"Ok, but I am with four other people," I said.

"Bring everyone, we are going to make some magic today," she said, winked and smiled at me.

The cast handler stood at the front of the line and made an announcement, "Mickey will be taking a short break and will be back in 5 minutes." Mickey stood back up and pulled Aaron with him and that dislodged Randy's hug.

"Will you boys walk with Mickey back to Town Hall please," the cast member said and Mickey made a wide 'follow me' gesture with his arm and put his hands out for both Aaron and Randy to grasp.

Tommy followed not knowing what was going on and I went and got Ryan out of line and brought him too. As they walked to Town Hall, I quickly Facetime'd to Alicia and told her what was happening and then turned the camera around to show Mickey and the boys.

"I will call you back with more details soon. You guys need to get back as soon as possible!" I said and ended the call.

***

Dylan had been in his mother's room for 15 minutes now by himself. He held her hand and was talking all about what he had been doing, about his friends and Walt, Randy and I.

Walt just Facetime called me and they seemed to be having an especially good time, Mickey Mouse was taking Aaron and Randy somewhere and Walt, super excited, told me to hurry and hung up.

Before the call, it had taken a while to get Dylan to go into the room, but once he realized that it just looked like his mom was sleeping, he was less concerned. I suspect they cleared out some of the equipment and tidied her up for Dylan, but once he started talking, he didn't stop. I had told him that coma patients reported hearing their loved ones when they recovered, so I told him to tell her everything.

As he became more comfortable the social worker, Mrs. Shultz, dropped by and asked me to come out to the hall to talk.

"Mrs. Furman, I am afraid I have some bad news. The doctors believe that Mrs. Petrov has ceased brain activity – sometimes called brain death," she said.

I gasped and put my hand over my mouth in shock and she continued.

"They cannot be conclusive until they conduct an MRI to check for any signs of brain activity, but it is highly unlikely that there is any and if there is, she would be at a point of her being severely brain-damaged if she were to survive the sepsis. I think you need to prepare yourself for the worst. I have spoken to her son's state social worker and he is aware and will provide supports from his department," she said.

"It is our advice that we not tell the child until we know for sure and do it at a time when we can have a grief team here and are ready to support the boy, you and your husband," she continued.

I looked in the room and by the smile on Dylan's face, I could tell that he was telling her something funny. It was heartbreaking as his entire world was about to change forever and he has no idea.

"Dylan can spend as much time as he wants, the MRI team is not ready for a few hours yet so there is no hurry," she said.

Just then, Dylan appeared and asked me to come in and pray with him. "I will leave you alone now, let me know if you need anything from me, I am on call 24-7 for you," Mrs. Schultz said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Shultz," I said and walked into the room and stood at the bedside with Dylan.

He bowed his head and held his hands together in a traditional Christian Prayer pose that he likely learned in Sunday school.

"Jesus, it's me, Dylan again. My foster mother Alicia is with me and we are praying to ask you to take care of my mother. I know she is not going to live; I can feel it. If she is already with you, please tell her how much I love her and miss her. You need to let her know that Walt and Alicia are going to be my new dad and mom and that they are going to take really good care of me. Let her know that I will never forget her and thank her for being my best friend. She will be a good friend to you too as long as you don't let her talk too long," Dylan prayed out loud.

He continued, but this time through tears, "I wish you could have let mommy stay with me longer, but I know that you have a plan for her and me and that everything will be ok. I really wanted to spend time with her at Disney World because we planned this trip since I was a little kid. Hopefully what some people say is true and she can see me and watch me as I do all the things we planned to do together. Jesus, please watch over me and my new family. They are good people and they love me already. I am really sad that Mommy is going to die, or maybe she already has died, but I am so glad that you made it happen that I met Walt, and then Alicia and Randy."

I jumped in as well, "Dear Lord, if it is your will, please heal Teresa so she can come back to her son. If that is not possible, please clear away any challenges and bureaucracy to allow Dylan to quickly become my new son, so I can continue the work of Teresa to raise him to as fine a man as he is a child today. We ask this in your father's name, Amen," I finished the prayer, turned to Dylan and hugged him tightly and allowed him to cry… he needed it.

"Aunt Ali, I know she is gone. I overheard the nurses when we came in; one was telling the other that mom is braindead. I sensed it this morning too. I can't explain it, but as you were about to leave the hotel, I felt like she said good-bye to me. I know it sounds stupid, but it makes me feel a little better knowing she was able to speak to me and maybe it is true and her spirit will always be with me and watch over me," Dylan said through tears.

"Dylan, I think you are a very wise little boy and I don't think it sounds stupid at all. But don't give up on your mom yet, they still have tests to do and a miracle can happen," I said, knowing it to be a lie.

"Let's go and do what your mom had planned and get back to Disney. The doctors are going to call with updates," I said.

Dylan crawled up on the bed, hugged and kissed his mother; he jumped back down and said, "I'm ready; let's go."

While I felt happy that Dylan was coping ok, I was concerned that he was not fully dealing with his emotions. If it were me, I would be a quivering mess, but this boy seems to be ok for now.

I texted Walt and told him we were leaving now and that I would call him when we arrived at the hotel to find out where to meet up in the park. As we walked down the hall, Dylan reached for my hand and held it as we walked to the car.

***

As we arrived inside City Hall, there was a cheerful cast member waiting for us. I guess Mickey's handler radioed in or maybe Mickey himself has a headset inside that big head, I wasn't sure, but somehow, they knew Mickey was coming.

"Hi, I am Amanda and who are you two cuties," the cheerful cast member said while looking down at Aaron and Randy.

"I am Aaron and this is my friend Randy. And those are my other friends, Walt, Tommy and Ryan."

"Nice to meet you all," she cheerfully said. Can you folks have a seat for a couple of minutes, I have to talk to Mickey and his assistant.

Mickey held his arms out to Aaron who jumped into them and said, "Bye Mickey, I'll see you real soon," which caused Mickey to do a silent laugh.

He high-fived Randy and Ryan and disappeared behind a door. As he disappeared, we saw another Mickey appear through the window with a different assistant heading back to the waiting line-up.

Amanda came out with Michele, our Mickey's assistant, and stood before us. "Mickey has asked us to make this day extra magical for Aaron and his friends," Amanda said.

She looked at Aaron and continued, "Mickey told us your story Aaron and he has asked us to give you VIP access for your day at the Magic Kingdom. You will get to the front of the line at every ride you want to go to, we can show you some backstage secrets and your food will be on Mickey!"

Michele added, "I am going to be your VIP guide today along with Ricky, who will be joining us in a few moments. How does all this sound?"

"That is fantastic!!" Aaron squealed.

The rest of the gang were high-fiving and all looked like they had just won the lottery.

I spoke up "Can we wait for my wife and another boy, they are on the way back from Celebration Hospital. Oh yeah, and Rob. He is out getting Fast Passes," I said.

"Sure, you have us for the day, so waiting is no problem," Michelle said.

"Here are your VIP tags, and three extras for the others. I am going to leave you with Michelle now. I hope you have a magical day," said Amanda.

I texted Rob and told him to come to City Hall immediately. He replied, "Copy that," pilot speak for I heard you and agree.

Just then a teenager, who looked like he was 14, appeared from behind the door. He looked kind of disheveled and sweaty, but he walked up to Aaron and stuck his hand out and said, "Hi, I'm Ricky." Aaron shook his hand and introduced everyone again.

"Hey Ricky, we are going to wait for the rest of Aaron's party to arrive," Michelle said.

"No problem. Do you guys want some cold drinks? I sure need one."

Everyone nodded and Rickey led us out to the vending cart and we all picked a drink. Ricky handed the vendor a card; he processed the order and handed it back.

"How about some popcorn?" The boys all said yes, so we took a few steps over to the popcorn cart and got three boxes and Ricky again handed over the card and the vendor scanned it and gave it back.

As I stood observing and thinking back on the last few minutes, I realized that Rickey was our Mickey! I put two and two together after he knew to talk to Aaron when he came out from the back room. How awesome is that!

Aaron spoke to Ricky. I hear they have a barbershop here. Can we go so I can get my hair cut? I want to look good for my mom when I show her my new clothes too. Ricky looked at me, and I nodded.

"Sure pal, it's just a couple steps away," Rickey said. "Michele, can you meet us at the barbershop when the rest of our guests arrive and we will come back here if we are done first.

"Sound great Rickey. Have fun, Aaron!" Michelle said.

Aaron and Rickey walked off hand in hand.

***

Just then, my phone rang. It was Alicia, "Hello, honey; you are going to lose your mind when you hear what happened."

Alicia cut me off, "Tell me when I get there. We are at the hotel, Dylan is in the washroom and we will head there when he is done. Walt, he knows about his mother! He somehow figured out she is not going to recover."

"Tommy filled me in. So nobody told him, he just figured it out. I have got to go; he is walking back. Where are you?" Alicia asked.

"Meet us at City Hall, we are here now," I responded.

"You guys sure didn't make it very far." She said.

"It is what I have been trying to tell you," I said.

"Save it until we get there," and she hung up.

Chapter 16

Just as I hung up the phone with Alicia, it rang again. It was my real estate agent back home.

"Hi Walt, it's Adam Bitov. I have done a quick assessment and I am confident I can get you $3,200,000 for your house, but you know this is a terrible time to sell, waiting even a few months and I think we could get you much more," Adam said.

"I know, but the need may be urgent and I will have to move quickly. Can you draw up the papers and fax them to me so I can sign the minute I know for sure. If it all falls through, tell me what your time was worth and I will reimburse you," I said.

"Can I start putting together some thoughts on a replacement house," Adam said.

"No, that won't be necessary," I told him not wanting to share more than I had to with the agent. "Thanks for your help and please get the listing documents to me as soon as possible," I concluded and ended the call.

Everyone was super excited to start our VIP experience, especially as the park seems very busy today. Everyone was camped on the benches near the city hall, in front of the washroom as we waited for Alicia and Dylan. I decided to go and check on Aron and our guide, Ricky, who were at the Main Street Barber Shop. I asked Tommy specifically to keep an eye on Randy for me, as I did not want to get Rob any closer to my boy.

As I arrived at the Barber Shop everyone was fussing over Aaron; it seems like he was being treated like a superstar, likely as he was accompanied by Ricky, who it seemed was well connected as a cast member. I walked in and overheard the conversation. They were all trying to decide how to cut his hair. One barber wanted to cut short and spikey and Ricky wanted a Justin Bieber cut. The other barber stood staring at Aaron repeating, "He is a very pretty boy," which I found a little disturbing.

I approached the gaggle and instructed them to clean up his current cut, thin it out a bit and shorten slightly. Aaron seemed to have no specific thoughts and I did not feel that it was up to us to change his style without his mother's say so.

The "He's is a pretty boy," barber said that he agreed and took over while the other barber took the next guest. Ricky and I sat down in the waiting area and chatted.

"So, you were our Mickey, I assume?" I asked.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Mickey is Mickey," he responded with a smirk.

"I see. How old are you anyway," I inquired?

"I am 19, but I bet you think I am 13, right? I get that all the time. It actually works well being a fur character," he said.

Disney divides their characters as fur (in a full costume) or face (in a partial costume with face showing). Fur characters have a strict height limit and tend to be largely females or short stature males.

"Yea, I have the same issue. It's only since I turned 40 and got some grey in my hair that people don't call me kid," I said with a laugh.

"I can see that looks like you are facial hair deprived too like me," Ricky added. "As an actor, this comes in handy as casting folks like hiring adults that look like kids. I got hired here as a Peter Pan face character, but my managers moved me to the fab five because of my personality and love of kids," he explained.

"An actor, eh. Been in anything I know," I asked.

"Have you seen Florida State Disaster Recovery Part 1? I played a boy who died in plane crash #2. It was a great role," Ricky laughed. "I am just starting really, I'm in school for filmmaking at Full Sail University and got interested in acting when I appeared in a bunch of student films."

"I don't think I saw that film. But it sounds like a role people were dying to have," I said using one of my best dad jokes.

"My youngest son is an actor too. He has been in a lot of commercials, some smaller roles in TV shows and was one of the leads in a Christmas movie last year."

"I knew I recognized him; he was the kid in 'Elf for a Day.' My little brother must have watched that movie 50 times at Christmas time! He is super cute and talented; he will go far," Ricky said. "Do you think he would mind if I asked for his autograph for my brother?"

"He is a little shy about being recognized, but I will make sure I connect you with him to get it," I replied.

As I returned my attention to Aaron, he was done with his cut and the barber was sprinkling sparkles in his hair. I thought that was a little odd for a boy, but why not. It is Disney World! As I got up to walk over, I was stunned by how amazing he looked. He was a super cute kid to start, but with what appears to be the perfect haircut, he looked stunning. Even the sparkles looked right.

***

As Aaron was being tidied, Alicia walked in, kissed my cheek and gasped as she saw Aaron. "I don't know how it happened, but you look even more handsome now than you did when I left you. I love your hair and the sparkles are a nice touch. She reached in and hugged him and then helped him out of the chair.

Ricky walked to the barber who was completing the transaction on his computer and handed him a card to swipe. I offered the barber a tip and he said that Ricky took care of it and then asked Aaron if he could have a picture with him and handed me the camera. I was a little leery, but Aaron was excited and I agreed and snapped the pic. We said our thank yous and goodbyes and walked out to the rest of the group.

Dylan walked over to me and hugged me and said, "I missed you so much. You don't have to pretend mom is going to be ok any longer," and then released me and went to admire Aaron's new haircut.

Ricky put on his tour guide vest and explained how the day was going to work.

"I am your VIP guide today. I am yours for up to eight hours. We can spend all eight here or go to any park. I have a van backstage that can take us from park to park if you want. Your VIP status gets you front of the line access on every ride. Front row seats at any show and special seating for the parade and the fireworks here or at Epcot. Lunch, dinner and as many snacks and non-alcoholic beverages as you want are included," Ricky explained as each of us got more and more excited as the perks got laid out.

"Please wear these lanyards and if you ever get separated, call the number on the back and the VIP control center will get us reconnected. Does anyone have any questions?" he asked.

"I have one," Dylan spoke up. "Can we see where Walt's head is kept," Dylan laughed as he made his smart-aleck comment.

The rest of the group were equally amused. Ricky got a very serious look on his face, stared coldly at Dylan, waited a couple of seconds and finally replied.

"No, we keep that at Disney Land in California."

Dylan started to laugh, but Ricky kept up the ruse and maintained his serious look on his face. Dylan looked at me and I shrugged and mouthed, "makes sense to me." Dylan, in returned mouthed, "holy shit."

After a couple more beats, like a switch flipped, Ricky resumed his super friendly self and turned to Aaron and said, where to buddy.

"Space Mountain!" he exclaimed and off the group went.

The park was really crowded, so getting from point A to B was not easy. Aaron walked holding Rickey's hand. Ali and I walked together, Randy, Ryan and Dylan behind us and Rob at the rear checking out every boy that walked by us.

***

My phone rang again, this time it was another real estate agent. "Mr. Furman, I have the details on the home you wanted. It is six bedrooms and every amenity you could imagine. It is $4,800,000 and is vacant and it has been completed and available for immediate occupancy. When do you want to see it?"

"Send the details to the email address I sent you earlier today and I will call to set up an appointment with you for viewing asap. I need to discuss this with my wife and family first. I will be in touch tomorrow," I said into the phone.

As she only heard one side of the conversation, Alicia had no idea what I was working on.

When I hung up, she said, "Darn right you need to talk to your wife! What are you trying to buy now, do we really need another investment?" I smiled, shrugged and said, "later."

***

We arrived at the ride and Ricky flashed his lanyard at the cast member and we used the Fast Pass lane to breeze past the 60-minute lineup. Once we got to the back of the Fast Pass queue, he opened a gate with the switch behind the group and ushered us past even the Fast Pass line and right up to the front where he flashed his lanyard and walked us all to the ride line up. We took rows one through eight and loaded on the cars. Aaron in the lead, followed by Randy, Dylan, Ryan, Rob, Alicia and then me. Ricky stayed and said he would meet us in the offload area.

Off we went into the dark ride, I could hear the happy screams of the kids in front of us and could just make out four sets of arms up in the air as we took the first big drop. I love this ride and I enjoyed every second of it, including the terrible new music they had added a few years ago replacing the more iconic sci-fi soundtrack that I grew up with.

At the offload, I saw Ricky was on his phone and quickly ended the call as we came to a stop. He went up and down the line, high-fiving everyone as we got off. Aaron hugged him and squealed with delight about how much fun it was. He wanted to go again, but Ricky said that we could come back but that we had a lot to do.

In the gift store/arcade, Ricky announced that we had a lunch reservation at the Royal Table in the Castle in one hour. Apparently, Aaron requested it. Personally, I don't like this restaurant as the food is not great and it is just a parade of princesses and not really much of a place for guys.

Alicia whispered to me, "Perhaps he is gay, maybe he likes princesses and sparkles too."

"Well then, that makes sense then," I said. "Maybe the food is better than last time."

***

Ricky suggested that we do Dwarves Mine Train next and stay close to the castle and off we went. The process for skipping ahead of the line was the same, this one was 120 minutes, and the ride was great! As we got off, Ricky presented us with our ride photos. The four boys looked so happy and excited in the pictures.

We had enough time to do the teacups and the carousel before it was time to head to lunch and I was stunned that we just did four rides in the time it would have taken to do one normally… this VIP plan was amazing.

It seems that I was alone in my lack of excitement about the lunch location. While Randy had not been there since he was very little, this was a first time for everyone. Tommy was particularly excited because he wanted to talk about it on his next podcast. Alicia was sick the day I took the kids, back in 2000, and she was very excited to experience it.

We arrived and Ricky did his magic and we walked right to our table past the lineup of people waiting for their long-held reservations. We took our seats and were immediately attended to; we placed our orders quickly so that we could maximize our day. The menu had changed since my last visit and the options looked better. We were all thinking alike as the adults, Dylan and Ryan ordered the Pan Seared Chicken and Randy and Aaron ordered beef tenderloin.

"This place is amazing," Aaron exclaimed as he looked around at his surroundings. "I can't believe I am in the castle, wait until I tell my mom… eating here and meeting Cinderella and Prince Charming had been her dream."

A cast member came by and gave each of the boys a magic wand and explained that they were used to cast spells. They suggested that they look around at the suits of armor while they waited for their lunch. They promised the characters would be around soon.

"I need to pee," Randy said. "Me too," said Aaron.

"Walt, can you take them please, we don't need them to get lost."

I looked at Ricky who knew what I was going to ask and said, "We can't take kids into washrooms without parents or guardians."

"OK boys, let's go." Dylan and Ryan followed the procession.

Rob was busy on his phone and then looked up and announced he was going too. "You going to make it a party Tommy?"

"Nope, I'm all good and I feel somebody needs to keep you company," Tommy said and smiled at Ali. "Tell me what it's like being a newscaster?" Tommy asked.

The washroom was downstairs and it took a bit of time to find it. We were the only ones in the washroom, which was great because the four boys took up the four urinals. I stood back against the back wall waiting for them.

Aaron was standing between Dylan and Randy and had his penis out trying to pee, but more interested in checking out the boys on either side of him.

"Your cocks look different than mine. See," Aaron said as he backed out of the urinal to display his erect penis to the others.

Randy looked at Aaron's penis and said with shock, "Where is your penis head?"

I got closer to see what was happening, and chimed in to try and hurry this up, "Aaron, the boys are circumcised. That means that they had the skin of their penis's cut off when they were babies. You still have your foreskin. Randy, his head is under the skin and it can be seen when he pulls back the skin."

"Like this?" Aaron said, seemingly wanting to have a show and tell session in the washroom.

Just as he did that with the other three boys looking on in interest, it felt like my heart stopped when the door opened, but it was just Rob. He looked at what was happening and said, "We having a wiener party in here?" The boys all laughed. Aaron had skinned back his foreskin on his very erect penis and was making sure everyone had a good look.

Dylan and Ryan had tucked their parts back in and Aaron and Randy remained on full display, now both fully erect and idly stroking their penises.

Rob pushed past them, stood at a free urinal and pulled out his penis. I assumed he was just peeing, but he turned his head and was staring at the boys and clearly jerking off with his right hand. The boys did not notice, but I did.

"Boys, put those away and go wash your hands," I ordered.

Dylan and Ryan walked to the sink and washed their hands and moved and left to go back to the table. Randy and Aaron were staring at each other's penis and masturbating in the open. I am not sure it was actually intentional or just fiddling with their dicks as boys that age constantly do.

Rob was red in the face and his right hand was pumping back and his arm and shoulder gave his activity away.

"Boy's, let's go now before somebody else walks in," I said sternly.

They startled and tucked their boners in their underwear and zipped up. Just as they did, I saw Rob tense, moan and go limp having clearly ejaculated in the urinal.

I moved the boys to the sinks to wash their hands and Rob called out, "Hey pal, could you pass me a paper towel or some toilet paper." I went into a stall and got a length of toilet paper and handed it to him, he looked at me and smiled, I just shook my head incredulously and walked out ushering the boys back to the table.

Yes, I like little boys and have engaged in sexual activities with them, but I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that Rob was a complete pervert. He is overtly flaunting his predilections and that is not only dangerous for him, but all of us if he draws unwanted attention or says or does anything to cause Tommy to become suspicious. I have got to pull him aside and have a serious talk with him. If it were not for his son's friendship with Dylan, I would have walked away from him yesterday.

We arrived back at the table to find our salads, closely followed by Prince Charming, who came to talk with the boys. He was an awesome actor and joked around with the boys and engaged them in boyish banter and they were all laughing and joining in. I got pictures of the bunch of them with the Prince and Alicia wanted one with him to, which I took with a bit of faux jealously to add to the fun.

Tommy pulled out a pocket tape recorder and asked everyone if they minded if he recorded asking everyone some questions. We all agreed and he asked us about the food so far and the characters. He asked Alicia about Prince Charming and we all had a blast until our main courses came. It was time to eat and everyone dug in. I was underwhelmed, it was not very good, but everyone seemed happy.

Ricky came to the table and brought Cinderella with him. "Hey guys, I wanted to introduce you to my friend Cinderella, she is head princess around here. Cindy, this is the boy I was telling you about, Aaron, meet Cinderella. She crouched down and he stood up and hugged her. They chatted for a few minutes and then asked if I could take a picture of just the two of them. I took one and Cinderella asked him to take another on the count of three. At three, she turned her head and kissed Aaron on the cheek as I clicked the picture.

Aaron turned bright red and the boys all cheered for him. She stayed for a long while and chatted with the boys and we got another group picture that Ricky took to make sure we were all in it this time. Cinderella said goodbye and was off to another table. Ricky said he would be back soon to collect us.

We all ate our dinner in high spirits. We chatted, laughed and enjoyed each other's company. Even Rob and I had a nice chat about Disney experiences.

***

Dinner was over and we passed on dessert opting instead to get back into the park to maximize our VIP fun. We all agreed that Haunted Mansion was next and headed off in that direction. I hung to the back of the procession to talk to Rob.

"What was that in the washroom?" I asked loudly enough for him to hear but not enough for the surrounding crowd.

"I think you know Walt, I was jacking off into a urinal," Rob said in a very matter of fact way as if he was saying he was drying his hands.

"I know that, why would you do that in front of the boys in a public washroom?" I asked.

"You don't think they don't jack off every chance they get?" he responded.

"You know darn well what I mean," I said quietly but assertively. "You are taking unnecessary risks like that and openly lusting after the boys."

"You should talk! I know you are diddling Dylan and you are worried about me stroking one out while only looking at those nice boy cocks in the washroom. I think you need to think about that old saying, those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones," Rob said.

"You said it yourself when we talked about this at the pool; you specifically said 'I've got to be more careful' when I called you out for perving on Dylan. Well, I am not judging you, I am trying to tell you that you are being too obvious and taking way too many risks. Hell, we are hanging out with a CPS agent, what if he walked in with you cumming to those boys whacking off. It's bad enough I need to get them to stop pawing themselves in the open, I don't want to have to be your guardian too!" I said, worried that I went way overboard.

Rob walked looking straight ahead and didn't say a word. We stood there for a few minutes and just before we entered the queue to Haunted Mansion, he put his hand on my shoulder, looked me straight in the eye and said "Thanks, I really needed to hear that. You are a good friend Walt," and we walked into the line and caught up with the rest of the crew.

He whispered to me, "I really want what you have; you are a very lucky man."

I felt bad for Rob, his 'look and don't touch' policy was being challenged hanging around the boys. Boy sex was all around him and he was not able to participate. He knows about Dylan and me, the boys are scantily dressed or naked most of the time in the room and pool and his son is asking him to touch him and yet he was able to refuse. I was really a hypocrite; I hope he got the message about being less obvious and avoiding risk. I am not sure what I can do to help, but I will think it through.

***

Ricky had arranged for our stretching room and we filed in. Everyone was excited for the ride, everyone except Dylan and Aaron, who'd been on the ride many times. As the lights went off, I had two boys grab hold of me.

"I'm afraid of the dark Walt," Aaron said.

By the time I could reassure him, the lights were back on and both Dylan and Aaron released me and grabbed a hand each. The rest of the crew lead the way to the doom buggies and we followed behind. Randy, Ali and Tommy were first to get their buggy, followed by Rob and Ryan and then Dylan, Aaron and I next.

Both boys snuggled up close, Aaron out of fear and Dylan for affection, I think he was missing me. Dylan held my hand and placed it on his lap. He was wearing nylon shorts and I could feel his hard boner through the cloth. I looked over at Aaron and saw that he was not paying any attention. Dylan was taking in all the sights and sounds of the ride while pushing my hand into his boyhood. I could feel him flex underneath and I let go of his hand very discreetly and took hold of his penis in my fingers and gently stroked.

He sighed, closed his eyes for a couple of seconds and opened them again and once again resumed his attention to the awesome ride. I know there are cameras everywhere, but my strokes were very subtle, and his hand was over mine, making it look like we were still holding hands.

As we entered the final room of the ride, he leaned over and whispered, "You need to stop, or I am going to squirt."

I let go, took his hand again and at that moment both boys saw the ghosts riding with us and removing and switching our heads, causing them to wail with laughter.

Here I was, moments after telling Rob off for being indiscreet and now I was masturbating a 12-year-old boy on a ride. Mind you, it wasn't somewhere where I could be seen, but it was still risky. I feel so bad for the boy right now, he really wanted the momentary intimacy and I wanted to oblige him.

As the ride ended, Ricky was waiting for us and collected us all up and escorted us out of the ride.

"Did everybody like the ride?" he asked.

Everyone was smiling and nodding, but Aaron was over the moon excited and was giving the guide the cutest recollection of what he saw as if Ricky hadn't been on the ride a hundred times before.

***

"Alicia, can I use your phone to call my mom?" Aaron asked.

"Sure sweetie, I'll dial if for you," Alicia said. She found the text with the cell phone number, dialed it and handed the phone to Aaron.

"Hi, mom?" Aaron said into the phone. "No, it's Aaron." There was a pause and Aaron looked confused. "No, this is Aaron, Mom. I am calling you."

Alicia guided Aaron over to a bench and had him sit. She sat beside him and put her ear to the phone as well to try and overhear the conversation. Tommy was paying attention and walked over and was listening too.

"Mom, are you ok? You sound strange," Aaron said on the verge of tears. "No mom, it's Aaron calling."

Alicia took the phone and Tommy sat down beside the boy and put his arm around him.

"Hello, Ms. Reid, this is Alicia Furman calling, we spoke this morning. Aaron is with my family and I at Walt Disney World," Alicia said. "No, we have Aaron with us. Are you ok, Ms. Reid?"

Alicia gave me a look of desperation.

"Hey Ricky, can you take the boys to get some churros while we deal with this on the phone and meet us back here?" I asked.

"On, it. I'll bring some back for you guys too. Let's go, boys," Ricky said, leading the three boys and Rob to the nearest churro stand.

Alicia stood up, put her hand over the mic and whispered to me, "She is stoned and there is some guy screaming in the background. She is now saying that I kidnapped Aaron," Alicia said.

"Ask her where she is. Tell her we are bringing Aaron to her and let's have Tommy sent the sheriff."

"Ms. Reid, we will bring Aaron to you right now, tell me where you are?" she said into the phone. Aaron heard this and started to cry. I sat down and said, "It's OK Aaron, we are staying here, I am going to ask Tommy to send her some help, I don't think she is feeling well," I said.

Tommy, getting the full picture stood up and he and Alicia walked away to continue the plan. This left me with the crying boy, ironically just a few steps away from where a crying Dylan was essentially abandoned by his mom and step-father less than 48 hours ago.

"Mommy gets sick like this a lot; it's scary. I love mommy, but I don't want to go back to that motel with her. Can I stay with your family for a while until she gets better?" Aaron said.

"You are staying with us tonight for sure; we can talk more about it as soon as we know how your mother is, OK?"

He just nodded his head and said, "When can we get back to the rides."

The poor kid is so used to his mother being 'sick' that he is taking it almost like a routine.

***

As if that call wasn't bad enough, my phone rang and the call display read Celebration Hospital. I glanced at Dylan who was staring right at me as if he knew.

"Walt Furman," I answered.

"Mr. Furman, this is David Naismith, I am the duty social worker at Celebration Hospital. Are you in a place where you can speak freely?"

I turned my back on Dylan and walked to a bench out of hearing range of the group. Alicia followed me looking concerned. She mouthed the words, "What now?" I leaned into her ear and whispered, "It's the hospital." Alicia turned and looked at Dylan, he was standing in the same place, but now tears were streaming down his face. Alicia went to him while I continued the call.

"I am alone now, how can I help you," I said into the phone.

"Mr. Furman, I am afraid I have some bad news for you. Mrs. Petrov passed away 30 minutes ago. She had a cardiac arrest and the doctors were unable to revive her. I understand from my colleague that you are the guardian of her minor son," Mr. Naismith explained.

While I knew it was likely, I was still stunned to hear the news and it was just bad timing with the developing trauma with Aaron's mother at the same time. I was even more surprised that tears welled up in my eyes, not in grief for a person I barely knew, but for Dylan, who just lost the life he knew.

"Mr. Furman, are you still there? Can you confirm that you are the guardian of Ms. Petrov's minor child."

"His name is Dylan and yes I am," I said way too tersely.

"Will you need support to break the news to him?" he asked.

"No, I can handle it. His CPS worker is with us right now, so he will have support from him as well," I responded.

"OK, I am sorry that you have to do this, please pass on our condolences to Dylan," he said. "I am sorry that I have to ask you about the arrangements for Mrs. Petrov's body. The county coroner will require an autopsy, so she cannot be released until that is done. Will you be arranging for a funeral?

"Yes, I will take care of it. Please provide my contact information to the coroner and I will make the necessary arrangements as soon as she is released. I have to go now and talk to Dylan. Can we talk later today?"

"Mr. Furman, call when you are ready. I will text you my contact details when we hang up. I will be here until 1:00 am."

I concluded the call, and took a second to send one text message, 'Walt Furman here, let's proceed,' as soon as I hit send, I turned and walked to Dylan who was in the embrace of Alicia with the rest of our group all around for support. Alicia looked at me for a sign and I simply nodded my head and mouthed the words, "She's gone."

Chapter 17

It has been just a little over an hour since Dylan got the bad news about his mother and we all decided to end our day at the Magic Kingdom and head back to the hotel to process everything that has happened.

Our amazing VIP Tour Guide, Ricky, made a few calls and was able to do two things for us; the first was to arrange to reschedule our VIP Tour Day until things calm down and secondly, he was able to upgrade our room to the Vice-Presidential suite with a couple adjoining rooms to help us all have a place large enough for all of us to be together.

Through all of this, Ricky had not left our side. He came back to the hotel with us and offered to help in any way he can as long as we need him. He and Tommy have taken over the organizational jobs while Alicia tends to Aaron and Rob entertain Ryan and Randy. I have been with Dylan since he got the news of his mother death.

This room was so large; everyone had their own space with lots of room to spare. Ricky had arranged for all our stuff to be moved from our other room to the new suite by the time we arrived.

Tommy was busy getting information on what was happening with Aaron's mother and updating the agency on the death of Dylan's mom. Ricky volunteered to help arrange for a funeral home to pick up Mrs. Petrov after asking for some advice from his father, a local Sheriff's deputy.

Ryan was helping Randy get ready for his audition while Rob looked on, no doubt undressing my son with his eyes.

Aaron and Alicia were in a bedroom snuggling and watching TV; he is largely oblivious to what was happening with his mother and the police. She had also touched base with our other kids back home.

Dylan and I were in the Master Bedroom. We were lying together on the king-sized bed and I was holding him. He cried for 30 minutes as I just held him. As soon as he stopped, I spoke.

"How are you doing buddy."

Silence

"Dylan, are you asleep?"

"No. I just don't know what to say."

"That's ok; you don't have to say anything. Do you want a drink or something to eat?"

"No, I don't want you to go anywhere."

"I'm not going anywhere, buddy, you are stuck with me forever now," I said as I kissed the back of his head and squeezed him tighter in my embrace.

"I miss my mom," Dylan said and started to weep again.

"I know tiger, but I know she will always be with you."

He took hold of my hand and guided it down to the front of his shorts and pressed my hand into his crotch.

I was surprised and noted that he was not aroused. I felt nothing at all. I certainly wasn't in the mood to fool around and I was shocked that he would be. I was confused but did not move my hand but instead just gently stroked him over his clothes.

"Dylan, what are you doing? Surely you don't want to play around now."

"I just want you to want me," he said. "I know you like me this way and I want you to know that you can always mess around with me if you adopt me."

I was stunned that he would say that. I stopped stroking his shorts covered penis and backed away from him.

"Please turn around and look at me."

He complied.

"I'm sorry, Walt, don't be mad at me."

"Dylan, I know you are scared and confused right now, but I want you to listen to me very carefully. I will never leave you. I don't care if I ever touch or even see your penis again or if you touch or see mine. I love you for who you are, unconditionally and completely and that love has nothing to do with sex. I want to be part of your life because you are an awesome kid. I want to help you be a great man who will do great things. I am going to finish what your mother started. I am going to be your father and you are going to be my son, and that is for life," I said.

Dylan reached out and hugged me tightly and I returned the embrace. He started to lightly sob again until he fell asleep. I waited for about 20 minutes and then double-checked that he was asleep. Once I knew he was, I carefully extracted myself, pulled the blanket over him, closed the curtains and left the room.

I went to an adjoining room, carefully closed the door so not to disturb anyone, sat on the bed, took out my phone and checked my email. The document I was waiting for was there, an offer to purchase a 7-bedroom home in Golden Oaks, a new luxury community located on Disney property. My plan was coming together and it was time to fill in Alicia to get her to buy-in before I go too far.

I got up and went to the door and as I opened it, Tommy was walking by.

***

"I was looking for you. We need to talk… Privately," he said.

"Ok, come on in here." We entered and closed the door.

Tommy had a rather pained look on his face as he took a seat by the window. I sat back down on the bed and braced myself.

"Judging by the look on your face, I am betting something else has happened," I said.

"It seems that you emit some pheromone that attracts boys in bad situations," he said. "It seems that, on our tip, the police found Aaron's mother in Tampa passed out in a motel room and close to death. She is alive now only because one of the officers administered Naloxone and revived her. She is currently in Tampa General Hospital recovering from an overdose of some opioid. The good news is that she is going to be fine, the bad news is that she was also in possession of a wide assortment of illicit drugs and even a weapon. Her boyfriend, who likely was the owner the drugs and gun, was long gone and the police plan on charging her with a long list of offenses that will result in her going to prison for a quite a while," Tommy reported.

"What happens with Aaron," I asked.

"Well, we are not sure. The unknown factor in his case is that he is a Canadian citizen, as is his mother. My colleagues are tracking next of kin now. As I mentioned, we have an extensive file on them and there are no obvious potential family members to step in. The father is serving time for 2nd-degree murder in the death of his maternal grandmother and his parents are both deceased. There is a great-uncle who happens to be a registered sex offender. There are a few first and second cousins and we are attempting to contact them. The father is American by birth, but his name is not on Aaron's birth certificate."

Tommy rattled off details that sounded like the lyrics of a sad country song. The only thing missing was a pickup truck and a dying hound dog.

"First of all, I have a plan for my family that would put me in a position to help Aaron and even his mom, but I can't share it with you until I talk to Ali," I said.

Tommy raised his eyebrows in curiosity.

"Now speaking as a lawyer with some experience in these areas, his citizenship is going to complicate things unless we can convince both the Canadian and our immigration officials that he is eligible for dual citizenship by virtue of his father's American citizenship… especially if there is no record of the father on the birth certificate," I said thinking it through in my head as I was trying to work it out.

"However, we are lucky that there is not a lot of immigration fraud between Canada and the USA, so that should make it a bit easier."

Tommy smiled slyly at me and said. "You were already hatching a plan for Aaron too, weren't you?"

"I had a bad feeling about his situation already and was trying to have a plan in reserve in case it was needed. I knew that something would happen, so I wanted to be prepared," I said.

"You aren't the mastermind behind some elaborate child sex ring, are you," Tommy said with a serious look on his face. My blood turned cold and my heart felt like it was going leap from my chest. I was about to deny any impropriety when he then continued.

"You could call it, Walt's Wayward Waifs. You could make a fortune especially with those three cuties," Tommy, now clearly joking, said.

"That's pretty dark humor there pal," I said now that my heart returned to normal and stopped trying to kill me.

"Unfortunately, we deal in a lot of horrible situations and we blow off steam with jokes like that. You should hear what the guys come up with at the office. It gets pretty sick sometimes, but damn funny." Tommy said.

"We clearly have two very active situations here and we need to regroup and figure out how to move forward. What is the legal status of both boys now," I asked?

"Dylan and Aaron are both now legally wards of the state. Your temporary custody technically ended when his mother passed away. Aaron is supposed to be apprehended and taken to a state facility until a judge can determine his status, or we can find a next of kin to take custody."

"The citizenship of Aaron is an area where I am unclear. I have a couple of colleagues that deal with Mexican and Cuban kids in this situation, but I don't think my office has ever had a child from Canada before. My Director is talking to his superiors in Jacksonville to figure out the next steps," Tommy explained.

"So, what does all this mean, do you have to take Aaron and Dylan to some group home now," I said with way too much sarcasm in my voice.

"Whoa buddy, we are working together. You don't need to be snippy with me, you asked me for the legal status of the boys and that is what I gave you. Nobody wants either of these boys in care, so here is what will happen. You have already been cleared to be an emergency foster parent for Dylan. Your status with Dylan ended on the technicality of his mother's death, but that doesn't mean you cannot be appointed again under the special circumstances on a temporary basis. When we are done talking this out, I am going to call and formally ask my Director to sign an order naming you and Alicia as guardians. The only problem is that, while we can work with Michigan to allow you to take Dylan back home there is no way we can get permission for Aaron since his mother is incarcerated, and will likely be for some time, in Florida," he stated.

"Well, I may have a solution for that, but I can't say anything else for now until I talk to my wife and kids," I said. "Go ahead and get us temporary status, I have a lot to figure out, Randy has the audition of a lifetime tomorrow and I want to spend at least some time just enjoying that I am in Disney World."

"Copy that, I'll get that started now and you go do that voodoo that you do so well," Tommy said as he got up and left me alone to my thoughts and next steps.

***

I too got up and checked on everyone. Dylan was fast asleep in one room. Ali and Aaron were in another bedroom asleep on the bed in front of the tv. I shut the tv off and closed the drapes. As I walked to Aaron's side of the bed to turn out the light, I noticed that Aaron was naked from the waist down.

His hand wrapped around his very stiff penis and Ali's hand was on his naked bum. It was likely just innocent, but if not, it was very dangerous for Ali. I pulled up the blanket to cover them, turned out the light and left the room, wishing I could stay and enjoy the tenderness of the scene and caress that beautiful little boy too. I found myself getting very horny and hoped it did not show.

Ricky had gone back to the Magic Kingdom to do something and left a message with Rob that he would be back within a couple of hours. Rob, for his part, had retrieved his flight bag from his room and was studying something on the dining room table and from there I could see that Tommy was on the balcony, on his phone with the door closed.

"Hey Rob, what's happening out here," I asked.

"Ryan is helping Randy with his script for the audition tomorrow in the living room and I have a favor to ask you," Rob said. "How is Dylan?"

"He is sleeping now. He cried a long time and is taking it very hard. He is very confused and worried about his future," I explained.

"That poor kid. He is lucky to have you! Listen, I got a call from my dispatcher and they need me to deadhead to Anchorage and then immediately fly back. We had a couple of pilots get food poising and cannot fly, so I am needed. I am hoping that Ryan can stay with you guys. It would just be until tomorrow; I will be back by noon," Rob asked.

"When do you have to go," I asked.

"The airline is sending a car over in 30 minutes. While you were with Dylan, I went to our room, grabbed our stuff, left it in one of the bedrooms here and checked out my room," Rob said.

"No problem, we are happy to help. Ryan is a great kid and a big help."

"You are amazing Walt, thank you. Here is his id, park pass and I have handwritten a note authorizing you in the case of a medical emergency," Rob said handing me the documents.

"Ryan already knows, I knew you would say yes. Good luck with everything. I will do what I can to help as soon as I am back," he said. Rob got up and started to pack his case.

"OK, while you get ready, I am going to check on Randy and Ryan."

***

I walked to the living room and I was surprised to see the boys were naked except for their briefs. Randy is wearing very cute, but way too tight, Phineas & Ferb Agent P briefs and Ryan was wearing bright yellow Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Randy was sitting between Ryan's legs and reclining against his body. They were busy rehearsing the script for Randy's audition tomorrow. Randy was totally 'off book' while Randy was reading each of the other parts. Randy was awesome, his pacing, inflections and reactions were perfect, he had this down pat, which did not surprise me at all. What shocked me was how good Ryan was. He was doing all the other characters with ease, each character with its own voice. His timing was perfect and he seemed a natural at this.

"Well done guys. Randy my boy… you are going to kill it tomorrow! Ryan, we need to find you an agent!"

Ryan smiled at me as I had just handed him a pile of cash and Randy turned his head, and said, "See I told you" and kissed him on the lips.

The kiss was a total surprise and reminded me that both boys were sitting together in only their underwear.

"Why are you boys naked?

"Dad, we aren't naked silly, our dinks are covered up… see," which he demonstrated by pulling the front of his briefs down to show me his boy parts were covered.

His penis popped out in a very erect state. He gave it a couple of tugs and let the elastic snap back and said, "Rob told us we should strip so that we were comfortable as we rehearsed," Randy said.

Ryan looked embarrassed, "and besides Randy is so cuddly when he holds me like this," and he grabbed both of Ryan's arms and wrapped them around him and snuggled against Ryan's body.

"Sorry, Walt, I hope you aren't mad," Ryan said, knowing I was a little shocked.

"It's absolutely fine with me. You two look adorable like that and you do seem very snuggly. There is nothing wrong with cuddling up with a friend," I said as my libido was going wild and Walt Junior was at risk of erupting.

"You know about your dad leaving you with us for the night?" I asked. He nodded his head. "You are ok with it?" He nodded his head even more vigorously.

"Daddy, can Ryan and I sleep together tonight?" Randy asked.

Ryan quickly spoke up to clarify, "He means in the same room, not together."

"No, I don't, I mean together in the same bed. I want to snuggle with you all night," Randy admitted.

"Sure, I am ok with that boys," I said.

"Yea!" Randy squealed.

Ryan just looked surprised. Randy was no doubt asking innocently, Ryan, on the other hand, knew exactly what I was thinking and consenting to. It was likely my dick doing the talking at the thought of the two of these boys 'snuggling' in a bed together, and maybe even me getting a little peek will provide me with mental jack off material for years to come.

***

"Randy, we are going to have a family meeting with your mom, your sister and brother by Skype as soon as she wakes up from her nap, OK?"

"Sure, but I didn't know mommy was sleeping, I went to go talk to her and she was rubbing Aaron's bum. I left them alone as he looked like he was going to fall asleep because he was holding his dink like I do when I am sleepy," Randy said like it was nothing unusual. "Mommy seemed wide awake."

Ryan looked at me with his mouth agape looking for my reaction. I had already seen the scene so was not visibly surprised, but concerned Randy had witnessed it. I am sure Ryan was wondering what the heck is happening here with this crazy family.

"Ok boys, go through the script one more time for safety and we will get dinner soon."

Tommy wandered back in, smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled, mouthed "thank you" as Rob popped in to say goodbye. Randy and Ryan disentangled and stood up so he could hug his dad before he left. As he stood up, I noticed they both had a full-on erection in their tight briefs. I stared a bit too long and longingly as Tommy looked right at me looking at those sweet cotton covered stiffies.

Rob and Ryan embraced, Rob in his overtly sexual way, pulled the back of his son's briefs down, put both hands on his bum, a cheek under each hand, and gave them a prolonged rub. Tommy was watching the whole show aghast. Rob kissed the top of his son's head, pulled the briefs back up, put his captain's hat on and headed out the door.

Ryan returned to Randy with his tent still on full display, took Randy's hand and said, "Let's finish rehearsing in the bedroom," grabbed his copy of the slides and went into the room and closed the door.

"Hey, Walt…. do I have to worry about the boys and you," Tommy asked, looking suspiciously at me for the first time.

"Of course not, what are you implying," I asked.

"Let's see, you clearly have an erection, you were staring at both boy's erections like you wanted to eat them and Randy and Ryan are both almost totally naked. Meanwhile, Rob basically molests his son's ass in front of both us," Tommy recounted the scene fairly accurately.

Time was standing still. I felt like I was in fight or flight mode. I did not want to lie to Tommy, but I could not come right out and admit what would end my family, my career … my life. He was pleading for my response with his eyes.

I was a deer in the headlights. I was stuck and did not know how to respond. Tommy was getting agitated as he was clearly drawing some conclusions that were not going to bode well for me. I could have shut this down with a well-placed lie, but it was not who I am. The delay in responding was communicating a definitive message.

"Walt, you have to give me something here. You are scaring me by your lack of response and the look on your face. Frankly, you look like the proverbial little kid getting caught with his hand in a cookie jar," Tommy said.

A few tears started to well up in my eyes and stream down my cheeks. I moved back into the living room and plopped into a chair facing away from where Tommy was standing and I broke into tears. As I sat there, crying like a baby,

I had a flashback to Donny in France and my first experience with a boy as an adult. Damn, why didn't I resist and not touch that boy? That moment was the catalyst that has led to this moment. My head was spinning and I was rapidly calculating my escape out of the door, onto a plane and disappearing in some South American country.

Tommy followed me to the living room and sat on the couch across from me. He didn't say a word and simply looked down at his hands. I was looking right at him, watching his every move for an indication of what his next move would be. For a guy that held all the cards, he seemed very nervous. His phone made a noise and he took it out of his pocket and read the incoming message.

"The paperwork from the office has arrived for you and Alicia to sign. I'm going to go downstairs and print it in the business center. I'll be back up in a few minutes," he said. "Please don't go anywhere."

I just looked at him with a pitiful look on my face. He got up and headed for the door. As soon as he commanded me to not go anywhere, I was convinced that he was arranging for my arrest and the next people through that door would be the police.

I was still sitting in my seat, frozen. The room was quiet except for the murmur of Randy and Ryan working on his script and the occasional giggle from behind the closed door. I had the urge to check on them but stayed put.

I sat there trying to process my thoughts and silently recollecting about all the boys I had been with, including Dylan. While I knew what I did was legally wrong, I started to do what I had always refused to do in the past… justify my actions. I am an officer of the court, a respected member of my community. Hell, I am a Rotarian! I know what the law says and my responsibility is to follow it to the letter whether I agree with it or not.

But I am not a monster and I have never hurt a child, or anyone for that matter, in my life. Those guys that show up in mug shots and get thrown in jail we see on tv kidnap kids, rape them, force them to do things against their will, feed them drugs and trick them. They are the monsters.

They are the ones that society needs to lock up. Then there are the parents that abuse and neglect their children, they don't get the same treatment as I am going to receive. As far as society is concerned, a loving snuggle, a gently coaxed orgasm and some tender affection is a crime… almost as bad as murder… yet the real monsters – neglectful, abusive parents live amongst us and get wrists slapped when caught.

But that was all nonsense and excuses, I was the adult and it was up to me to say no. Of the boys that I loved, each craved the attention, actively participated and, in some cases, was the aggressor. But again, as the adult in control, I needed to conform to societal norms and deny my urges and their desires to satisfy the law.

One thing is undebatable, none of this argument would get any sympathy in court and I was in big trouble. As I recounted every boy I had been intimate with, ten in total, I am still in contact with all of them and we retain a tight bond. I have put some through school; they stay at my home while traveling, I have been at weddings and have met the children that they have brought into the world. None of my boys think of me as a monster and some had come right out and even thanked me, as adults, for the affection when they needed it.

For the life of me, I have never understood why making a child feel good and sharing human contact in a safe, consensual and mutually beneficial way is bad. What is so bad about feeling good? Why it is right that the consensual act of playing with a boy's penis has to result in jail, public consternation and a loss of everything dear? Well, I am not going to change society and will just have to hope that Tommy is prepared to look the other way and not turn me in. But, losing Dylan to the system would be a disaster for him. Same for Aaron. Surely, Tommy saw that and would still help me help those boys.

I had to focus on the here and now and stop going down memory lane or being indignant in my head. I needed to get grounded; I was ready to face the challenges to come. At least, none of this would be a surprise to Alicia and she can likely sympathize with me and stand by me as I am pilloried.

***

After what seemed like hours, I heard the door unlock and open. I stood up and faced the hall to confront my fate head-on. I wanted to see it coming and accept my arrest with dignity. Seconds later, the door closed, and in walked Tommy holding a stack of papers. No handcuffs, guns, or uniformed officers, just a stack of documents and Tommy still looking grim.

I sat back down and he returned to his place on the couch putting the papers on the coffee table in front of him. "We need to talk," he said.

I was still not sure how to respond. I clearly saw the paperwork on the table and there were no cops. I wondered what is going on.

He leaned across to me, crooked his finger and motioned for me to get close. I did, and then in a whisper, he said, "boy lover to boy lover."

Chapter 18

"I am sorry, Tommy, what was that? What did you say?" I asked. There's no way he said what I thought I heard.

"You heard me and it's time we are honest with each other to make sure these boys are safe and neither one of us gets into trouble. I had suspected something when I met Dylan yesterday, but I really like and trust you, so I ignored it. Today, I could just tell that my suspicions were bang on. You're into little boys," Tommy said. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

"You said fellow boy lover … what exactly do you mean? Are you attracted to boys also?" I asked, sounding stupid.

"What do you think I mean?" he said and then spoke softly, "Yes, I am attracted to boys … just like you," Tommy said, sounding more than a little annoyed that I was playing coy with him.

I was still in disbelief and wasn't sure if this was a clever ruse to trap me or an actual admission… and an opportunity.

"How can you be a CPS officer and a boy lover? How did the screeners miss that? And how do you manage that? You are around vulnerable boys every day."

"Like you, I lead a dual life. I have a wife, I am a responsible civil servant and I do not act on my predilections. Let's say I admire from a safe distance."

"But you work with boys all the time. How do you keep your hands off them and not … act?"

"Seriously, Walt? You like women sexually, right?"

"Yes"

"Do you work with women?"

"Of course."

"How do you manage to be around the women you work with without molesting them?"

"Ok, I get your point. I'm buying into the stereotypical pedophile model."

"You are, for sure. Just because we like boys, doesn't mean we are having sex with them … right? I mean, you're a father and I assume you aren't having sex with your own sons?"

I think I turned white as a ghost and he just glared at me.

"Seriously, Walt? Your own boys? How many others?"

"Only once with Randy, two nights ago, and never with my other kids. Even Randy was kind of a complicated fluke. As for other boys, since becoming an adult, 10 including Randy, Dylan and Ryan."

Moments ago, I was mute and now I can't shut up. I just admitted crimes to a CPS officer that could lock me up for decades and it just came out as naturally as talking about the weather.

"So, Walt, what is the weather like? Well, Tommy, I have sucked two boys' penises over the past 48 hours and it is a little humid."

"OK, I did not see that coming. I assumed you were like me, you know, worship from afar… You are actually active with 10 boys?"

"No, that is 10 since 1982.

"Even Ryan… with his dad here?"

"That is another issue. Rob is a boy lover, too, and he is pretty nonchalant about it, also. I have had to pull him aside and tell him he was way too obvious in public."

"Oh yeah, I had him pegged from the moment I set eyes on him. You, I wasn't 100% sure until I saw you bone up in your lounge pants as you devoured those boys with your eyes back there."

"But, assuming you are not about to have me arrested, let me put your mind at ease. Every single relationship is consensual. In fact, in most of the cases, the boy came on to me. As for Ryan, he essentially raped me two nights ago. Also, I have never done … you know … the back-door thing …"

"You mean you've never fucked a boy."

"Err, yes. But that is such a nasty word."

"Sorry, so you have never put your man-sized cock into the rectum of a little boy."

"Oh, that is so much better. And no, I have not."

"To be clear, if I were to ask Dylan, Randy and Ryan – they would say that they like to have sex with you and that they all started it."

"Yes, I believe they would, indeed, because it's true. Except maybe Randy. I don't think he understands the concept and just thought it was natural as it was not really a very significant event with me."

"How do you hide this from Alicia?"

"Oh, I don't. She likes little boys too. Umm, I probably shouldn't have shared that …"

"This is unbelievable. I am arranging custody and adoption of a ward for the Bonnie and Clyde of pederasty."

"Not pederasty, we don't do… umm… anal stuff. We are the Bonnie and Clyde of loving and consensual relationship with boys."

"And about Alicia, has she been with any of these boys?"

It's like he had administered mental truth serum to me, I couldn't stop sharing way too many details and now other people's secrets that I have no business to share! But it felt so darn good to talk to somebody else about this and something told me that this was going to all be ok.

"With Randy and Dylan. First time with Randy as well. And nothing too serious… no intercourse."

"All four of you together or were turns taken."

"Now you are just looking for salacious details," I said. Feeling a bit bolder, I decided to turn the tables, "What about you?"

"I am a hands-off boy lover as I have never engaged. As a child, I was game to have sex within anyone or anything. I was a grade-A horndog, but as an adult, I am a coward and I couldn't live with the risk, especially in my chosen line of work! I have had plenty of opportunities… still do … several times a week. So instead I collect and enjoy Shota and computer-generated boy pictures. Also, I read a lot of fiction on Nifty and others."

"So, you have never been with a boy in a sexual way since you were a kid yourself? That is pretty impressive and honorable that you have never acted on your opportunities. That had to be hard to resist."

***

Just then, the door where Randy and Ryan were rehearsing burst open and two fully naked boys with very erect penises rushed out of the room and stood in front of Tommy.

"We were listening and heard that you have been afraid to be with a boy. Ryan told me what that meant and so we're here to be with you and our dinks are ready for some fun too," Randy said as he stroked his penis and offered his body to Tommy. Ryan was also aroused but shy and not as pushy.

"And Ryan is ready too!", Randy said as he took hold of Ryan's much larger boy appendage, stroked it a few times and was presenting it as well to Tommy.

"Tommy, look at his balls, they are huge!" Randy continued while Ryan smiled and moaned enjoying the touch but remained quiet and wary.

I was stifling a laugh at the absurdity of the scene. It was alarming that my little boy was such an exhibitionist and at that moment, I realized how aptly named he was! Tommy was now the deer in the headlights. Unable to move or form words, he just stared at the parts on display and offered to him.

"See what I said about the boys initiating things. This is what I have been faced with for this entire trip. And I know what you are experiencing … your brain is screaming NO, but I can see that thing in your Goofy shorts is shouting YES."

Randy was now sitting on Tommy's knee facing him and rubbing his penis and scrotum on his bare leg.

He put his arms around his neck and said, "You can touch me, you know. I say it is ok and my daddy is right here. Go ahead and touch me anywhere you want to. It is sad you were too scared to be with a boy. I am a boy and I want you to make me feel nice and I can do it for you, too, if you want!"

Ryan remained passive and stood and just watched. His hands kept finding his boner, but he seemed to be too embarrassed to do anything with it. Not like when he joined me in my bed!

"Ryan, you can cuddle with daddy," Randy said as if he were in charge.

The youngest in the family is always the most direct and least inhibited and 'randy' Randy was certainly proving this point.

Ryan, acting on orders from his younger friend, came over and squeezed in next to me in my chair. I put my arm around him but did nothing else as I was still trying to gauge how Tommy was going to react to all of this.

Tommy remained still and silent as Randy hugged his neck and slowly rubbed his hard-little boner and his bag of jewels on his bare and hairy leg. Tommy's eyes were squeezed shut and his arms at his side, not touching my son but allowing the boy to pleasure himself on his leg.

Ryan was watching and turned to me and whispered, "Can you rub my penis, please. I am so horny and it is so hard, it hurts."

I whispered back, "Ryan, not now. I need to see how Tommy reacts to all of this. If you were listening, you know that he knows that I am a boy lover and that we have done stuff. He is in the position to get me in a lot of trouble. I don't want to do anything that could be a problem later. Feel free to sit here and jack it yourself, maybe that will get his attention so that might help."

Ryan wasted no time in masturbating himself while enjoying the display in front of him. He was clearly losing his inhibitions from the feelings and called out, "Tommy, touch Randy. He wants you to! Touch his little dicky or even his nipples. You know you want to! Reach around and rub his bum, he really likes that."

I turned to Ryan and gave him a puzzled look. He responded to my unspoken question, "He told me he likes it," and he blushed from head to toe.

Tommy opened his eyes and looked across at Ryan, jacking his pretty penis only feet away while Randy ground and humped his cute dick and balls into his leg. Ryan, seeing Tommy was now looking at him, smiled broadly and walked over to where he was sitting, grabbed his hand and held it to his boner.

Tommy did not resist and watched helplessly. Ryan wrapped the man's fingers around his penis and held his hand in place with both hands while he moved it up and down on his shaft. Ryan removed his hands and Tommy as if by remote control, continued to stroke the spike-like penis.

I was looking at Tommy's face and was trying to figure out what was going to happen next. For my part, I felt like I was going to ejaculate in my pants just watching, so I can only imagine that Tommy was close too. Tommy stopped jacking Ryan and reached down and started to play with the boy's testicles. Ryan moaned and took over the jacking while Tommy fondled the boy's nuts and looked on to watch what he and Ryan were doing.

"Oh shit!" Tommy finally spoke and looked startled and released Ryan's balls. "Get off me Randy… please." Randy ignored him and actually sped up with his humping of Tommy's leg. "I am begging you to stop and get off …. aaaaaw umph … crap," he said as he exhaled and his face turned red.

"Tommy, please finish jacking me off, I am going to squirt," Ryan said through gasps and moans.

Tommy looked over at the boy on the brink.

"Pretty please, Tommy," Ryan pleaded the plea of a desperate child.

Tommy sighed the sigh of a defeated man, took Ryan's penis in one hand and his balls in the other and brought Ryan to a powerful climax. The small amount of clear liquid that was ejected from Ryan's still hard penis landed on Tommy's index finger that was still curled with his fist around one of the finest boy penises that God ever made.

Randy sat up and stopped his humping to watch his friend enjoy his cum. He looked down at Tommy's shorts, leaned into his ear and whispered a little too loudly, "Tommy, I think you peed your pants."

I overheard and snickered. Ryan jumped up on Tommy's other knee so that he now had a naked boy on each. Both leaned in and had a three-way hug. Tommy's hands came to rest on the boys' bums and he stroked them as the three of them cuddled into a hug. Randy was purring like a kitten at the bum petting. It seems Ryan was right.

***

I remained seated and watching like it was a TV show, but I had taken my iPhone out and pressed record as Tommy started to jack off Ryan the first time and kept it rolling right up to the beginning of the hug/bum rub. I shut it off, put it back in my pocket so Tommy would never know. Ryan saw me and nodded his head in consent while I was filming, but the other two were clueless. I am not the kind of guy to blackmail somebody, but I am also not beyond having an insurance policy. Not that I expected to need one.

Tommy looked up at me with a warm afterglow like the smile on his face and simply said, "Best Disney day ever."

Chapter19

"You boys need to stop now. That was a lot of fun, but I have to clean up and Walt and I have to have a private talk and figure some stuff out," Tommy said as the boys gradually disentangled from Tommy and the other boy.

"I never got the tickle feelings, you guys got, so it is my turn," Randy said as he expressed his disappointment. "Ryan, you promised," he said.

"Daddy, can you do it for me?" Randy asked me sweetly as he stood before me playing with his still very hard penis.

"No sweetie, Tommy and I have some things to talk about and you guys need to get dressed before Ricky gets back and the others wake up," I said.

"You know what Walt, I have got to get cleaned up anyway; you two go ahead. Maybe I could watch?" Tommy said with a little smile.

"Me too!" said Ryan.

"Ok, let's go into the boy's room and lock the door for safety," I said and the four of us moved into the lock off bedroom and locked the door to the suite and the hall and also put the privacy lock on. Tommy brought his backpack with him so he could change clothes and plopped it down on a chair and he started to undress in front of us.

"Daddy, you and I on this bed and Ryan and Tommy can watch us from that one," Randy said, pointing at the bed by the bathroom.

Ryan hopped up on the bed and was watching us get organized and stroked his penis as he did. Tommy had his socks and shoes off and was pulling off his shorts and boxers. He was not a big man and his genitals were dolphin smooth. He grabbed a towel from his bag and started to dry off the copious amount of semen that had been emitted during the boys lap dance/flap-a-thon back in the living room. He put on a clean pair of briefs and shorts and lay down on the bed next to Ryan.

"We are ready," Ryan said.

"Ok pal, what do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Can you, um, put it in your mouth?" Randy asked.

I hadn't expected that. A bum rub or penis rub was what I was expecting him to ask for.

"Do you and your daddy do this a lot?" Tommy asked.

"No, we only did sexy stuff once. He rubbed me a bit in the shower last week, but that's it," Randy said.

"So, daddy never makes you do anything you don't want to?"

"No, I loved it when Mommy and Daddy had sexy snuggle time with me. It was fun and made me feel nice."

"He is a good daddy."

"He is the best!"

"Ok buddy, we have to do this now because Ricky will be back soon and everyone else will be up soon too."

"Will you suck me, daddy?"

"OK, sure. Why not," I said. Randy squealed in delight.

I crawled down between his legs and stared at his little penis. He had not gone soft since he jumped on Tommy earlier. I reached up and rubbed his chest and tummy and glanced at the guys in the other bed who were both watching us closely. Ryan was masturbating and Tommy was lightly rubbing Ryan's tummy.

I would like to have explored Randy's body a bit more, but we had little time left and I wanted to fulfill his wish and let him have the dry-cum that he craved. I leaned down and licked his penis and scrotum and took his hard-little dick in my mouth and started bobbing and sucking.

"Is this the first time you had your penis sucked, Randy?" Tommy asked.  He was really starting to bug me with the interrogation. He was clearly an active participant now, but he seemed to be in CPS mode.

"Yes, and it is amazing! It feels so great. You have got to try this!!" Randy said causing Tommy and Ryan to laugh, I did too, except my mouth was full of a penis and a cute set of balls. I continued to pleasure my youngest son, while I reached under him and pulled him further into my mouth and rubbed his bum like he enjoyed.

"Oh daddy, keep doing that. I have never felt anything so great!"

I glanced over at the guys in the bed next door and I was surprised as I watched as Ryan was opening Tommy's fly. I continued the sucking and rubbing and was watching Tommy and Ryan from the corner of my eye. Tommy helped Ryan and pulled his now erect penis from his shorts. Ryan grabbed it and started to jack him off.  Both of them continued to watch us as Ryan worked on Tommy's dick while he flipped around and stuck his penis in Tommy's face. Clearly, he wanted a blow job too, but Tommy wasn't going there and instead started to masturbate Ryan.

"Oh Daddy, go faster, I feel something happening… Uh uh uh uh, that is amazing. Keep sucking me, daddy, please." He moaned and thrashed about until he announced, "Stop, I have to pee!"  I knew what was happening, so I didn't stop. "Stop daddy; I don't want to pee in your mouth."

"You aren't going to pee; you are going to cum Randy. Let it happen!" Ryan yelled.

Tommy and Ryan both got off the bed and stood over us as Randy's climax neared. I know that dry-cums are very intense and take a while to coax, so I kept at it and continued to work on his bum.

Randy was worked up and was furiously rubbing his penis and nearing his own climax when Randy grabbed Ryan's penis and was trying to pull it to his mouth. Ryan took the hint and straddled Randy's chest and fed him his erection that Randy instinctually started to suckle. Ryan was humping pumping his dick in and out of Randy's mouth. His moaning was adding extra stimulation to Ryan's penis and he too was moaning and whimpering from pleasure.

Tommy sat on the edge of the bed and jerked off, watching the three of us. I am not into men at all, so I did not dwell on that scene but looked straight ahead to see Ryan's sweet bum pumping my son's mouth. I reached up and ran my finger along his bum crack, which made him jump a bit.  A few seconds later, he pulled his penis from Randy's mouth and ejaculated on his neck.

Just as that happened, Randy arched his back, pushed my head down into his penis and yelled "I am going to pee" and then screamed in joy as the waves of pleasure coursed through his body in a very intense dry-cum.

I looked over and saw that Tommy was wiping his penis off on his towel and started to tuck himself back into his shorts.

Randy recovered quickly and cleaned off Randy's neck with a tissue. Randy, was not moving – he had a massive smile on his face and just lay there staring into space as he recovered from having his mind, and his penis, blown.

"Boys, get dressed!" I commanded as I unlocked and opened the door, moving into the living room. Tommy followed.

***

"OK Walt, I am convinced that you are not forcing the boys and I think we should move forward with our plan. I need you and Alicia to sign the documents on the coffee table and once I witness the signatures, your temporary guardianship is confirmed."

"Yes, I am a boy lover, but I wanted to understand that you were a boy lover and not a boy abuser. What you are doing, and I just did, is not right and if anybody ever knew not only would you not be a guardian for these boys, but your own kids would be wards of the state. The way I look at it is that these boys will have a better life with you than in the system and if that means some naughty fun, it is certainly better than the alternative."

"Walt, there is a crisis with kids today and I see it first hand. Children are being born into loveless or ambivalent homes. Just like Aaron, the child is a hassle to be managed by the parent or used for some ulterior motive. Every day I am taking kids from homes and warehousing them in the hope that we find a real family that wants them. Aaron and Dylan are too old, too male and, in Aaron's case, too troubled."

"I know you are the right dad and Alicia the right mom. I know this is going to work, but if you ever hurt these kids, that little secret video you shot of me will not help you because I will see to it that you never see those or your own kids again, even if it ends my career. Do we understand each other?"

"Tommy, I not only understand you but totally agree with you. We share the same philosophy on this topic and I am so pleased to be able to work with you in complete honesty and openness," I said and meant every word of it. I wanted these kids because I want to protect them. I love kids and I feel it is my mission on earth to help as many as I can and use my resources to do it.

***

"Hey boys, what's happening out there?" Alicia said as she approached, obviously just waking up from her nap with Aaron. "You sounded awfully intense, everything ok. I mean, ok other than a newly orphaned boy and one with a drugged-out mother."

"We were just discussing the extension of your temporary custody and while you were sleeping, I got the Director to sign an order awarding you temporary guardianship of Dylan and Aaron pending their final disposition," Tommy updated Alicia. He went on to explain what happened with Aaron's mother and that the options in both of the boys' cases.

Alicia kept repeating, "whatever it takes" to secure the adoption of Dylan and the long-term custody of Aaron pending his mother's disposition.

Neither Tommy or I discussed the boy love issue or the boy loving that took place. That discussion could wait. There was a knock at the door and the lock activated and in walked Ricky.

***

"Hey team, Mrs. Petrov's body has been released and is on it's way to the Kissimmee Family Funeral Home now. My father knows the owner and they are going to take care of the arrangements. The lady had a preplanned and prepaid funeral registered to her name so all of that is being transferred here. She even left instructions as to music, types of flowers and final resting place," Ricky reported.

"Take a breath, Ricky, Alicia said. And thank you."

"There is only one complication to all of this. Apparently, in her funeral arrangements, she wanted to be cremated and her remains set free at Walt Disney World. She wanted her son to remember her when he brought his kids there … I mean here.  The problem is that is 100% against park rules and the law! Here, I printed a copy of the preplanning document that the funeral home in Michigan faxed," Ricky continued his report and handed Walt the papers.

"OK, that is one big task done and a smaller problem to solve. The most important thing we need to do now is to get the guardianship papers signed and faxed back to my office. They are going to close in a few hours and these need to be stamped by the clerk of the County Court before they close," Tommy urged.

Tommy, Alicia and I sat together and went through all of the paperwork and signed everywhere we needed to. Tommy witnessed all of it and left to go to the business center to fax the document back.

"I am going to work from the business center downstairs and sit on the phone to make sure there are no hiccups. I would hate to have to take the boys to the County home for the night due to a bureaucratic mix-up," Tommy said.

"I'll join you to make sure you have everything you need from the cast," offered Ricky and off they went leaving Alicia and Walt alone in the living room.

"There is more and I need you to sit down and listen fully to what I have to say before you react," I said.

"Oh dear, what now," Alicia said.

"Ok, this might sound crazy but…", Alicia cut me off.

"You want to sell everything back home and move to Golden Oaks," Alicia said. "And the answer is yes, yes, one thousand times, yes!"

"Have you become a mind reader?" I asked. "How did you know?"

"You were communicating with everyone back home and the agent here on our family Gmail account. When I woke up, I checked email and read everything and I love the idea."

"Shall we ask the kids?" Alicia said.

"Yes, can you get the laptop and let's get them on Skype. I will go get Randy."

I went into the room and found the boys still naked and in a 69-position sucking each other's dicks.

"Throw your clothes on and come out to the living room, we are going to Skype home to Julia, Aaron and your grandparents for our family meeting I warned you about."

Randy dislodged himself from Ryan's penis, "OK daddy, Ryan just had an origami in my mouth!"

"It's orgasm and get dressed quick." I glared at Ryan and he said "sorry."

"It was Randy's idea, right."

"Umm, yea. Sorry. I should have said no and insist he gets dressed."

"Ok, no harm done, buddy." Pointing at Ryan's penis, I said, "You may need medical help to make that erection go away!"

"Um, really?" stammered Ryan.

"No, it was a joke. Go take a cool shower while we have our family meeting."

***

I left the room and sat at the table with Alicia and the laptop. "Mom and dad are getting Julia and Aaron; they will be on in a second."

"There's my big guy. Umm, really big guy," Alicia said as she saw the very obvious tent in his, now Mickey Mouse briefs. She gave him a big hug and a kiss. "You smell like spit, sweat and," … she paused as she smelled her son's neck… "other stuff. We can get you cleaned up after, but for now, sit with me."

"You were told to get dressed," I said.

"I was going to and I didn't want to put pants on because of this," Randy said, pointing at his impossibly stiff penis.

Alicia looked at Walt and quietly said, "looks like I missed some fun… fill me in on every detail later," she concluded with a wink.

Everyone was on the Skype call now. Alicia, Randy (in only his briefs again) and me and Julia, Aaron and my parents at home. We all exchanged greetings, got updates from home and Randy told everyone about the big audition tomorrow. With the updates out of the way, I was ready to explain the proposal.

"OK, what I am going to tell you is huge and I want everyone to hold questions and let me go through everything first."

"Firstly, we are going to be adopting a 12-year-old boy whose mother died and he has no next of kin. His name is Dylan and you are all going to love him. We are also going to be foster parents to another boy whose mother is in trouble with the law and will likely be in prison for a long time," now none of this was really new to Alicia or Aaron, but the kids and my folks back home were stunned and silent.

"Next, we have decided to sell Randy to the circus," l joked to lighten the mood.

"What!" Randy said!! Everyone else laughed.

"Are there questions so far?"

Randy's hand shot up – "What will my act be in the circus?" 

Julia jumped in, "The naked monster," a joke about his love of being as undressed as possible and his near-nudity on this Skype family meeting.

They all talked about who the boys were, what they were like, a lot about their back stories (history) and then the inevitable question, "Where will they sleep?"

"Aww, that is the question that leads to part two of this meeting.  First of all, Dylan and Aaron need us and we have made an adult decision that we are proceeding with the adoption and the foster parent. The next part is a family decision and everyone must agree if we are to do it."

"I propose we sell the house and move to Florida! I have found a massive 7-bedroom home in a new community called Golden Oaks on Disney property."

Both rooms went nuts; everyone was super excited about the idea! I brought up a screen share and showed everyone the pictures of the house I wanted to buy and some features of the community.

"It's a mansion," my father said.

"Almost pop, and there is room for you and mom to move in with us," I explained. Both rooms erupted again into cheers and fist-pumping.

"So, I take it everyone likes the idea?" I asked.

My mom and dad have been talking about moving to Florida for a while now but did not want to be away from their grandkids. Now they have the best of both worlds!

"I'm very excited, son, thank you!" Dad said.

"You know we wanted to move there anyway, so I am thrilled too, but what are you going to do about your law practice? You worked so hard to build it," my mom asked. 

"I am going to keep it and expand our services to the Orlando area. I will have to fly back once or twice a month for court, but the partners are capable," I explained.

Alicia wanted to make sure all the kids understood that they would be moving away from friends and their schools. Julia seemed a little sad and Aaron was ok with a fresh start and Randy said he had so few friends because he was always acting or in lessons anyway. 

"Julia, you seem to be sad but you are not really objecting. I need you to be honest with us. If we don't all agree, we are not doing it," I said.

"Daddy, you said you said you would be flying back once or twice a month, I can just come with you and see my old friends and I know they will want to come to visit me anyway. I will be starting high school next year and it would be cool to have a fresh start and redefine myself," Julia said.

"That's a deal sweetie," I said. As long as school responsibilities are all good, you can come back with me when I need to," I said. I was chuckling to myself at the comment she made about re-defining herself. Such a smart and together kid that she would even consider that.

"Daddy, where is Celebration Florida?" Julia asked while studying her iPhone.

"It is about 5 minutes away from where we will be living," I responded.

A big smile came across her face as she furiously started typing.

"What high school would I be going to next year," Julia asked.

"You would be going to Celebration High School and you would be at the elementary school in Celebration with your brothers until high school," I reported. More texting and serious smiling.

"Care to let us in on what is happening," Ali piped up.

"Oh, sorry, mom. When you guys were telling us, I texted Chelsea. She just found out her mom got transferred to Florida and guess where they are moving next June?" Julia asked.

"Let me see… is it Celebration?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Yes! This is going to be great!" Julia exclaimed.

"Well, I guess it was meant to be," Ali said.

***

Just then, a sleepy and mostly naked Dylan walked into the room in full view of the camera on the laptop and my parents and kids back home. He looked miserable and his eyes were red and swollen. He was oblivious to the video chat that was going on.

"Walt, you left me alone," he said as he padded over to me and sat on my lap, put his arms around my neck and buried his head between my neck and shoulder.

Julia was the first to notice. "Daddy, who is the naked boy on your lap?"

Dylan's head spun around and noticed the screen with my family back home. Ali had gotten a blanket and wrapped it around the boy clad only in briefs.

"Julia, this is Dylan. Dylan this is Julia, Aaron and my parents," I said.

My mom was the next to speak. "Hi, Dylan. I am so sorry to hear about your mother. She must have been a wonderful mom."

Dylan just nodded his head and stared at the screen.

Dad was next. "We can't wait to meet our newest grandson! You can call me pops."

"And you can call me Grammy," my mom spoke up.

"OK, thank you. It is nice to meet you too," Dylan said.

Aaron spoke up next. "I heard that you are 12 like me. It is going to be cool having a brother that is the same age. What grade are you in?" Aaron asked the universal question that all boys like to clarify upon first meetings.

"I will be going into grade 6," Dylan said.

"So cool, me too!", Aaron said. "Dad, will Aaron and I be in the same class in school?"

"Yes, I believe you will be," I said.

Both boys responded with a simple "Awesome", Aaron with excitement and Dylan happy but subdued.

"Ok guys, there will be a lot to do, but we will tackle it as a family after Randy's audition tomorrow and the funeral for Dylan's mom.  We will get organized once we are at home. We will be bringing Dylan and Aaron back with us so you can all get to know each other."

"Two Aarons in the same house, that won't be confusing at all," Julia piped up.

"We will start to use Aaron's middle name then," Ali said.

"Hilarious, so it's either two Aarons or two Walts, you going to find another Julia too just for fun," Julia said, then rolled her eyes and went back to her phone.

We reviewed our schedule with my parents for returning home; everyone said their goodbyes and the kids all left the call and went back to what they were already doing, Julia texting a mile a minute no doubt planning her adventures with her bestie Chelsea.

I made a mental note that I will have to check in with her dad, who happens to be a good friend of mine, and find out what the plans are.

***

"Well, that went better than expected," Ali said.

"I am very surprised by everyone buying in so easily and the whole thing with Chelsea was so weird and coincidental. The boys had so few questions. I was expecting a full grilling on the addition of two new kids to the family," I said.

"Everyone is used to the revolving door of kids that end up staying with us as part of your work, I think they are used to sharing us and making room for others," Ali said.

Dylan didn't say anything else and went back to snuggling into my neck. Ali was checking her emails while I sat with Dylan.  As we sat there covered in the blanket, Dylan took my hand in his, and placed it over his very erect penis while holding down the front of his briefs and whispered in my ear, "please Walt" and I knew that he wanted me to masturbate him.

I took hold of his boyhood and gently and slowly started to jack his penis between fingers and thumb. Dylan exhaled and moaned very quietly. Ali looked at both of us, smiled knowingly and went back to her email.

Dylan, reach down and pulled his briefs down half-way very slowly and discreetly not knowing that Ali already knew what was happening under the blanket. I now had full access to his full length as well as his testicles. I continued the light and loving rubbing of his boy parts, knowing that this was less about sex and more about just wanting to feel good for a brief time amid the chaos of the day.

After about 15 minutes of this, I felt his testicles make their ascent into his body and his breathing become more rapid and light moans coming from his throat. A few moments later, he ejaculated on my hand and I calmly slowed and stopped.

Dylan whispered, "Thank you, Walt. I love you."

He wiggled his briefs back up, left my lap and said, "I am going to get dressed now," and left the room.

Ali moved next to me, pulled the blanket off me and took hold of my hand. "Let me see."

I opened my hand and there was a small amount of young boy semen.

She looked closely and said, "Wow, that is very hot. Looks like early boy juice, it's all clear." With that, she scooped some up, sniffed it and played with it between her fingers. "Brings backs memories," she said and then reached down and wiped it on my sock.

"Hey!" I exclaimed feigning indignation.

"What was I supposed to do, lick it off? That is gross and only really happens in porn and when in the heat of the moment," she said.

I licked the rest of Dylan's emission from my hand and said, "yummy" and smiled. She stared at me for a few seconds, until I wretched.

"See! It's gross! That is why swallowing yours is a once a year treat for your birthday," Ali joked. I know she hates it, but she has been known to swallow for me more than once a year.

It just dawned on me how surreal these entire couple days have been and the weirdest part is not even that my wife is a boy lover too that just sniffed and played with a 12-year-old boys' ejaculate.

Just when I thought this couldn't get any odder, there was a knock at the door. Ali answered it and called out to me to come to the door.

It was two Osceola County Sheriffs holding a warrant for an arrest and looking for Rob.

Recap

RECAP!

If you have read the previous 19 Chapters of Dylan, then you will know that there are a lot of moving parts to this story. Here is a summary of where we are at this moment in time to help get everyone on the same page (there are spoilers here, don't read unless you have already read the previous chapters).

The boys and girl

Dylan Butler (12): Mother passed away while they were on vacation. CPS has granted temporary custody to Walter and Alicia Furman. He is very sad and trying to cope with his loss while trying to make sure that his future with Walter and his family is secure.

Aaron Reid (11): Mother has been arrested for drug-related charges and is currently in custody. CPS has granted temporary custody to Walter and Alicia Furman. Complicating factor is that he is a Canadian citizen and and as we learned in 'Ursula Major' his father is in jail for causing the death of Aaron's grandmother.

Ryan Masters (12): His dad, Rob, is a pilot for Alaska Airlines and has been called to fill in for another pilot for a flight to and back from Anchorage. He has left Ryan with the Furman's and is expected back tomorrow. Meanwhile, moments ago Osceola County Sheriffs have arrived at the Furman's hotel with a warrant for his arrest.

Randy Furman (10): Is less than 24 hours away from the audition of a lifetime for a new Disney Channel show. Randy is the youngest Furman and a child actor having appeared in minor roles in tv shows, commercials and had his big breakout as the lead in an indie Christmas movie "Elf for a Day". The audition is for a brand-new Disney Channel show and he has been shortlisted for one of the leads, and recurring roles. If he gets it, it will film at Disney's Hollywood Studios right here at Walt Disney World.

Aaron (12) and Julia Furman (13): The other Furman children, just learned that they are moving to Florida. Both are excited about the move.

The adults

Tommy Morrow (35): Has been a great ally to Walter as he is trying to deal with all the challenges of coping with two boys in need. He dropped a bombshell on Walt that he too is a secret boy lover and has acted on his proclivities a short time ago. Tommy is a massive Disney fan too and even has his own podcast about Walt Disney World.

Rob Masters (40): A bit of an enigma really. We know that he is divorced and gay. He has shared custody of Ryan. We also know that he is a boy lover, but is a bit reckless in the way he handles his secret passion for boys. As far as we know, he is what he seems and we have no hint of why he is in trouble with the law at the end of chapter 19.

Teresa Petrov (42): Dead and awaiting a funeral.

Alexi Petrov (who cares): Took off many chapters ago when his new wife got sick. A real dick… and not the good kind.

Alicia Furman (43): A rare female boy lover, as she revealed to her husband. Only recently acted on her interests after many years of fighting back her temptations in an incestuous playtime with young son Randy… she is now formally a pedo mom. A great mother and wife, she recently agreed with her husband that they need to move to Golden Oaks, a beautiful enclave of massive homes on Disney property to be closer to Walt's two loves – Walt Disney World and their two new young charges. Her number 1 job right now is to get Randy to his Disney Channel audition tomorrow.

Walter Furman (45): The star of the show and the man who has the weight of the world on his shoulders. He has decided to move his family to Florida, set up a local office of his thriving Michigan law practice in his new state. He has already agreed to adopt the newly orphaned Dylan and take custody of Aaron as long as his mother is unable to care for him.

He is a heterosexual boy lover and loves Dylan deeply and is ready to make him his son. He has been acting out his proclivities both willingly and sometimes at the behest of one of the boys. So far, he has had sex with Dylan, Ryan and, in a minor way, incestuous sex with Randy.

His abiding sense of respect for the law puts him in conflict with his lust for minor boys, but he has come to accept it after that first experience with Donny so many years ago. He is a massive Disney fan and wants desperately, even amid the chaos (and fun) to spend some time in the parks on this trip.

Ricky (19): Disney Cast that our ensemble met up with at the Magic Kingdom earlier today. He is a "fur" character cast member at Disney World and first met with the crew when he was Mickey Mouse and then, afterward, asked to be the VIP tour guide for the family. During the VIP experience, Mrs. Petrov passed away, cutting the fun short. He has taken on the task of arranging for the funeral of Mrs. Petrov, using his dad's resources (an Orange County Sherriff). Ricky looks like he is a young boy of 13.

Ashley Reid (25): Mother of Aaron and currently a guest of the Florida Department of Corrections. Canadian citizen left home with her young son after the death of her mother at the hands of Aaron's father, Kevin.

She is currently in prison with no ability to post bail, awaiting trial on several drug-related charges. She has had a hard life and had thought that living in the shadow of Disney would be magical and provide employment for her and a fun life for her son. She was wrong and got into a spiral of abusive relationships, prostitution and drugs and was living at a seedy rode-side motel, 'The Ursula Major', on I-192, only minutes away from the happiest place on earth.

Walt's Parents: Back at home in Michigan watching the other two Furman kids while Walt, Alicia and Randy are at Disney World. They just learned that their dream of retiring to Florida just became a reality as Walt invited them to move with them to the new massive home in Golden Oaks.

With all that, let's dive into another chapter!

Chapter 20

I scrabbled to the door where Ali, waiting with two uniformed police officers, stood looking very serious. "Good afternoon sir, I am Deputy Nash and this is Deputy Alvarez and we are with the Osceola County Sherriff's Department," the taller and older of the two officers spoke, while the younger, shorter one looked past us with his eyes darting back and forth surveying the room behind us. Both officers had their right hands resting on their service pistols. Deputy Nash was clutching what was obviously the warrant that they told Alicia about seconds ago.

"Officers, how can we help you," I asked.

"We are looking for Robert Ulysses Masters and his son," he read the document to find the right name, "Ryan Arthur Masters."

"We spoke to the front desk and they told us that Mr. Masters checked out and had his luggage delivered to this suite. Your wife has said that Mr. Masters is not here… is that true."

"IS THAT IS TRUE!" Alicia yelled. "Are you questioning me? Accusing me of being a liar?"

"Madam, you need to lower your voice now," Deputy Alvarez shot back.

I put my hand on Ali's shoulder to calm her down. "Officers, let's just relax. Rob is not here, he had to fly back to Alaska suddenly and we expect him back tomorrow morning," I said.

"Actually, sir, we have already been in touch with his employer and they do not know where he is either," said Officer Nash.

I was stunned and could only stare at the officers.

After what seemed like forever, Officer Alverez said, "Can we come in to discuss this instead of standing here?"

"Sorry, yes, come in," I said as I recovered from the shock of their revelation.

I showed the officers into the living room and just as we sat down, Randy came bouncing in dressed only in a t-shirt. As he saw the two officers, he stopped dead, smiled at them and said, "Hello… why are you here?" The officers both laughed and turned to me silently asking me to respond.

Within nanoseconds, Ali jumped up and grabbed Randy's hand and pulled him towards a bedroom. "I'll be right back, I am going to help Randy find his pants," she said.

Both the officers got right down to business by taking out their notebooks.

"First of all, can I get your name, address and birthdate," Nash asked.

After we dispensed with the preliminary details about who I am, they explained.

"Mr. Masters was to surrender himself today at the Osceola Sherriff's office today at noon and he failed to appear, so the judge has issued a warrant for his arrest and his son to be returned to his mother in Washington," Alverez explained.

"On what charges was he required to surrender himself," I asked the officers.

"Mr. Furman, that is not germane to this conversation. We need to know where Mr. Masters and his son are," Nash said.

"Ryan is here with us, he is watching TV with the other boys," I responded.

"We need to see him now," officer Alverez said as he stood, seemingly ready to find the boy.

"Let's finish our conversation before we scare Ryan, there has to be a good explanation. Let me see if I can get Rob on the phone now," I offered.

"Sir, we need to see the boy now…", Alverez said and stopped as Tommy entered the room.

"Charlie! Enrico! What are you guys doing here?" Tommy boomed as he walked up to Alverez and wrapped him in a big bear hug.

As Tommy hugged Alverez, Nash stood up, smiled and said, "Tommy, the better question is what are you doing here! Shouldn't you be at work since you work 24 hours a day and can never come for poker anymore." Tommy broke off the hug and embraced Nash. Clearly these guys were friends and good friends at that.

"Walt, Charlie here has basically paid for my new car. He is a terrible bluffer and likes to give me his money," Tommy said and Nash laughed. Both officers relaxed and all four of us sat down.

In the midst of this, Ali walked in with a puzzled look on her face. "What is happening," she asked.

"Have a seat Ali, my buddies are going to explain why they are here to me," Tommy said as he gestured for her to have a seat and winked at her. Alicia sat with the same puzzled expression on her face.

"So, boys, what's the deal," Tommy asked.

"As I have explained to Mr. Furman, Robert Masters has gotten himself in some trouble and we have a warrant for his arrest. He was to surrender himself this earlier today and he missed the appointment. Judge Waters has issued a bench warrant for his arrest and we are to turn his son over to, well, you to arrange transport back to his mother," Nash explained.

"Tommy, any idea where Masters is?" Alverez asked.

"I thought he was flying to Anchorage and returning tomorrow," Tommy said.

"That's what we told them as well, Tommy," I said.

"We checked with dispatch at MCO and he is listed as off duty until next Friday and he has not signed on to any flights as crew or as a passenger," Alverez said.

"What's the charge?" Tommy asked.

Nash responded, "Can we talk privately?" and glanced at me.

"You can talk freely in front of Walt, he is Rob's lawyer and Ali is his paralegal," Tommy said.

"Is this true sir, are you Mr. Master's Attorney?" Nash asked.

"Yes, it is," I replied as I texted Rob to tell him that I am sitting with two deputies and that he owes me a dollar since I am now his lawyer.

The little message dots on my iPhone started to wiggle and a message popped up. "You are hired. I will explain, need another couple of hours."

"It seems that Mr. Masters committed a lewd act on a minor at MCO two days ago. We are not the investigating officers so we don't have details of the incident, but apparently, he is accused of fondling the genitals of a 10-year-old boy in the lavatory of his aircraft while they were boarding passengers," Alverez explained.

Based on my experiences with Rob, I was not surprised at all by this.

"I have an idea; can you stand down on this and give his lawyer 24 hours to report to the Sherriff's office. I know you can't approve that, but you have done your duty and you can even come back and arrest him here tomorrow if you want to bring him in. I will take control of his son as a CPS officer, which is part of Waters' order," Tommy suggested.

The two officers seemed uncertain, but Tommy told them all about Dylan and Aaron, what everyone has been through and whether from being exhausted listening to Tommy's sad story or actually being moved, they agreed. Tommy signed some papers and he called his office. The officers spoke to headquarters, everyone shook hands and the officers left.

"I knew that guy was going to get himself into trouble!" I said seconds after the door closed.

"Innocent until proven guilty my padawan learner. Let's get the full story before we start assuming anything," Tommy said.

"I guess. I am not a criminal lawyer or not a member of the State Bar." I said in a bit of a panic.

"I am going to go check on the boys," Ali said and left clearly not impressed with what was happening.

"I am calling Rob," I said.

He didn't answer and as soon as I disconnect the line, I got a text, "Are the police still there?" and I replied "No." The phone rang moments later.

I put Rob on speaker and Tommy and I asked for his side.

"I know what you are thinking, but you would be wrong. As we were loading the aircraft, I was on the flight deck and I heard a scream from the washroom right behind the cockpit door, which was open. I knocked on the door and asked if the person inside was ok. The boy inside was crying frantically so I opened the door with the override and there was a young boy crying hysterically. I looked down and he had caught his foreskin in his fly. As before, I got on my knees to help, the boy started to freak out more and was pushing me away as I was trying to ease the zipper down while holding his penis away from the teeth."

"As I was doing this, the mother came running up and started screaming at me to stop and yelled that I was molesting the child. Passengers came running and pulled me away and restrained me as if I was a criminal. The boy stood there with his penis out, a small trickle of blood and his zipper down and removed from his foreskin. The mother, at the sight of the blood, fainted. The flight attendants wrapped the boy's penis in gauze got the boy's pants up and called for medical assistance to get them both medical attention."

"They were taken off the plane and to the airport infirmary. Airport security escorted me off the plane and to the airport police station and put me in a cell while they summoned an officer. As I waited, one of my flight attendants arrived to support me. She told me she heard the boy scream, saw me open the door to help and she said she would tell the police."

"She explained what happened to the officer and he released me after getting all my information. I completed the flight and deadheaded back to MCO with Ryan. When I got back, my dispatcher asked me to call the police. I did and they asked me a lot of questions on the phone and explained that a formal investigation has commenced due to a complaint by the mother of the boy. The police called me yesterday and explained that they were going to have to charge me due to the formal filing of charges by the mother. Apparently, the child is non-verbal and has not been able to explain what happened from his perspective."

"They said they would formally arrest and finger print me, advise me of the charges against me and that I would be released under my own recognizance but that I could not leave the state. That panicked me and I stupidly lied to you so that I could go find the mother and the flight attendant, who is with me, and I could explain and get her to drop the charges. I could not surrender and be unable to work while I wait for a court date. I don't live here and my job has me leaving the state several times a week. Krystina and I are sitting outside the mother's house now waiting for her to come home, I thought I could get all this done by noon and had no idea they would issue a warrant for my arrest."

This sounded totally plausible to me and Tommy told us about a similar story that he was involved in investigating that sounded the same. We all lamented that everyone is so panicked about molesters that even good Samaritans are figuratively getting tarred and feathered for helping a little boy in distress.

"OK Rob, we believe you and will help. We bought you 24 hours and I have formally taken custody of your son. Nobody has to know anything if you can get this cleared up by then. I don't think you should come back to the resort until after you surrender or get the charges dropped. I know both of the cops really well, but when their shift ends, who knows if the Sergeant of the next platoon sends different deputies out," Tommy said.

"You guys ok keeping an eye on my boy?" Rob asked through a wavering voice that sounded like he was crying.

"Ryan thinks you are away until tomorrow anyway, so he won't know anything is up," I said.

"Thanks, guys, Krystina and I are going to go back to our stakeout now. I will keep you informed. By the way, how is Dylan holding up," Ron asked?

"He is doing well, all things considered. We need to try and get his mind on other things for the evening, or it is going to get rough," I reported.

"Rob, we got this. You do what you have to do and call Walt or I if we can do anything on our end," Tommy volunteered.

We said our goodbyes, hung up the phone and the two of us sat in silence for a couple of seconds.

"You know, I am a professional at protecting children and this shit wastes so much of our time and resources. Crazy stranger danger mothers calling in every little thing while serious cases of mental, physical, and non-consensual and violent, sexual abuse investigations do not have the resources they need. Real abusers get away with murder, literally and figuratively, because some crazy parent is concerned because a school caretaker is accused of peeking at Johnny's dick while he is cleaning a school bathroom," Tommy pontificated.

"I agree, but perhaps neither of us are really qualified to comment. We are both boy lovers that have technically interfered with boys," I said. "Perhaps we should count our blessings that we aren't the ones being investigated," I said.

"Let me ask you this. Have you hurt a boy? Made a boy do anything they didn't want to?", Tommy asked.

"Of course not. I would never do that. Any relationship I have had has been at the instigation of the child. Perhaps that is not being a responsible adult because society says children are not sexual; they have no needs in that area and that two humans sharing consensual love are a crime. You know Tommy, I take your point but we are both out of step with western society and no matter how we justify ourselves, we are still criminals in the minds of 99% of society," I said.

"Trust me, Walt, I have met a lot of "us" over the years. There are more of us than you might think, but we live in the shadows. Society wants to believe all children are like Disney kids, 'non-sexual' and chaste. That is just not reality and, frankly, it is not healthy for anyone. We need to focus on putting Chester the Molester behind bars and not the Walts, Tommy's and Robs," Tommy said, once again like making a speech.

"I wish I wasn't this way. I would love to conform to typical societal norms. In almost every aspect of my life, I am about as normal and square as they come. I respect and abide by the laws with deference. My penchant for boys is my dark shame and sometimes I really hate myself for it but I am what God made me and I feel that I do more for my little boy friends than anyone else in their lives. Every boy I have had any sexual relationship remains a close friend, like an extended family. We shared something special once and those memories are special and cherished. Heck, my very first little friend is the Godfather to my Aaron and Randy," I said.

"OK, time to move on with the day and try to sort everything out. Mind if I bunk here for the next few nights so I can be a help to you, Alicia and the kids? I'll let my director know I am taking a few days off," Tommy said.

"Thank you for asking me first; I was trying to find a way to ask you. This suite is certainly large enough! You are a great friend," I said.

"We are of the Disney Brotherhood," Tommy joked and we bumped fists.

"FAMILY MEETING," I yelled.

Everyone came running, thinking something terrible had happened. Randy was still bottomless with a very hard and red penis. Everyone else was fully dressed and Randy's half nakedness essentially went unnoticed by everyone, so I decided not to mention it. He sat on a couch and waited for me to speak and absent-mindedly kept playing with his dink keeping it hard and mildly distracting me.

"You said family meeting, and I am not a member of your family," Ryan said.

"First matter of business, until I say otherwise we are all family as we work through our challenges, support Dylan in the loss of his mom, getting Randy successfully through his audition and, for those of you who do not know yet, get ready for Alicia, the kids and I to move to Florida!" I said.

Everyone cheered except Dylan, he smiled but had tears rolling down his cheeks. Alicia noticed and moved to sit beside him, put her arm around his shoulder, wiping away his tears.

"It is almost dinner time, are we calling for room service or eating out?" I asked.

Everyone, even Dylan, wanted to get out of the room.

"Dylan, it is your decision where we are going. Anywhere you want on the property," I said.

He thought about it for a second and said, "The place that spins around while you sit at Epcot."

"Garden Grill it is!" I declared. "Randy, pants! Everyone else. Shoes and wait by the door. We'll take the monorail. I will call Ricky and see if he can get us in," I said.

Ricky worked his magic and got us seating for eight in two hours and offered to join us there.

I followed Randy to his room to make sure he got dressed.

"Hey, buddy, ready for tomorrow?"

"Yes, dad, I have never known my lines better than I do now. It's going to be easy!"

"Glad to hear it. I can't wait."

As we entered his room, he closed the door behind us. "Daddy, I have a problem. I can't make this go away," Randy said while pointing at his very hard and red penis. "And it's a bit sore when I touch it."

"I think you been rubbing it too much and you are irritating the skin," I said.

"I know, I have been rubbing it because that is how I make it go away. I rub it, I get the feeling and it goes soft. It is broken now and won't work," he said. "That's why I didn't put my clothes on, my underwear rub against it and it hurts," he went on.

I had no idea that a 10-year-old would have such an issue, I guess he is almost 11 and that is when both Aaron and I started puberty.

"I am not sure what to tell you champ, maybe not wearing underwear would help," I suggested.

"No, then everyone will see I have a stiffy through my shorts. Can you suck it for me? That isn't rubbing and your wet mouth will make it feel better and help me get the feeling, so it goes soft again," he reasoned.

Everyone was scurrying around the suite getting ready. I said nothing, went to the door and locked it. "Ok Randy, this has to be quick and you can't say anything to anyone," I said.

"I know daddy," Randy said as he pulled off his t-shirt and lay on the bed with his legs splayed widely. "Ready!" he announced.

I went to the bed and crawled up between his legs. I helped get him good and horned up by caressing his thighs, then moved up and kissed his forehead, moved down and licked each little nipple and suckled on them for about 30 seconds each. My boy was squirming and thrusting his boner into the air and moaned non-stop.

"My penis, please suck my hard penis, daddy," he squealed.

I continued the downward journey and kissed and licked down his chest to his tummy where I nuzzled and licked all around that soft velvety flesh. I stuck my tongue in his innie belly button and spent a few seconds making love to that special little indentation.

My journey continued down and I licked and kissed his pubis and all around his now throbbing dick. I crawled back down and took his tiny scrotum into my mouth and used my tongue to find his immature little balls.

Now, the finishing touch just as I heard Ally call out, "we will meet you and your boys in the lobby", almost like she knew what we were doing and wanted to give us space.

I took his penis into my mouth and Randy first winced from the pain of my saliva on the raw skin but soon was mewing like a kitten as I serviced his cute little penis. "Daddy, I gotta pee… stop."

I kept at it, reached behind and grabbed hold of each cheek of his bum.

"I am going to pee in your mouth daddy…. awwwwwwwww, mmmmmmm."

I felt Randy's little boy penis twitch and spasm as it tried to eject semen that was not yet being produced by his prostate.

"Oh daddy, that was really nice. Thank you and LOOK, my penis is getting soft," Randy said.

"Can I be next," came a voice from behind us. Startling both Randy and I, Aaron had been watching from the bathroom and had his hands down his pants clearly playing with his own penis.

Oh crap, I thought to myself. Now Aaron knows too. Just perfect. As if that boy isn't screwed up enough, he had to witness this.

"Aaron, we have to go to dinner now. Can we please talk about this later?" I asked.

"Will you give me a blowjob too?" he asked.

Randy, piped up. "I will."

"Wow! Thanks," Aaron said as he extracted his hand from his pants and Randy pulled up his briefs and adjusted hi little boy package to his comfort.

The three of us met up with the gang downstairs at the monorail level and boarded Monorail Orange to the Transportation and Ticketing Centre so we could transfer to the train to Epcot.

Everyone was chatting happily as the monorail sped along except Dylan who sat alone and stared out of the window. I changed seats to sit beside him. He noticed me and buried his body into mine and quietly sobbed as I stroked his back tenderly.

I whispered into his ear, "Dylan, I love you so much and I am so happy you are part of my family and will soon be my son. I will love you and take care of you always. It is ok to be sad for your mother and your loss, but know that she is looking down on us now and I am sure she is proud of you and happy that we found each other."

"I love you too, daddy."

And with that, I lost it and cried with my new son.

Chapter 21

As we exited the Epcot monorail, Ricky was waiting at the top of the ramp. I had texted him when we transferred from the Magic Kingdom train to the Epcot train.

"Hi, guys, our dinner reservation at the Garden Grill is in ninety minutes so I thought we could have some fun while we wait," Ricky addressed the group as he handed out Epcot VIP lanyards.

"Cool, let's see how many rides we can do before we eat!" Tommy said.

"First stop, Test Track!" Ricky said and we all took off at a fast clip.

Dylan was sticking close to me and understandably was still very glum. I called to the rest of the group and said we would meet at the entrance. I steered Dylan to a bench, sat him down and kneeled in front of him, so I could look directly into his eyes.

"Dylan, you don't have to go on a ride or even go to dinner if you don't want to. We can go back to the room or go anywhere else," I said.

"I want to go with everyone; I'll be ok. Having some fun will help me feel better. Please stay with me wherever we go," Dylan said.

"Absolutely son, we'll stick together today and forever," I said.

After a quick hug, we got up and fast-walked to catch up with the others. As we approached, I couldn't help but notice that Aaron was sticking like glue to Randy. They were holding hands, like kids half their age. I have to admit, it was cute but likely inspired by the scene back at the hotel only 40 or so minutes ago.

We caught up as Ricky explained that we walk past the lines and we can take the next ride vehicle. We all wend in and everyone had fun designing our perfect cars and then it was time to move to the ride itself. What was a 40-minute stand-by line, was seconds for us.

Tommy, Dylan and I took front row with Dylan in the "driver's seat." Behind us was Ali, Randy and, of course, Aaron. The next car was Ryan and Ricky and a family of four from the fast pass line.

Dylan's mood changed almost as fast as the car and he had his hands in the air and whooping as the car accelerated along the track at the dizzying speed of 64.8 miles an hour. This ride always seems so fast, but I have been known to drive my own car faster and that never seems as exciting.

As we disembarked, everyone was excitedly talking about how fun the ride is, the kids all convinced that their designs were the real reason we reached such speeds.

"OK guys, what's next," Rick asked.

"Mission Space ORANGE!" Dylan yelled, enthusiastically.

"A fine choice, sir," Ricky high fived him as he led us past the General Motors showroom and back out into Future World.

Dylan was with the boys explaining the difference between orange and green rides. Dylan and Randy were ready for the wilder ride of Orange and Aaron and Randy the tamer green ride. Each cabin holds four, so the adults paired off, Tommy and I with Dylan and Ryan and Ali and Ricky with Aaron and Randy.

Once again, we sailed past the 30-minute stand-by line and got settled in our spacecraft. In our cabin Dylan was commander, Ryan, the Pilot, Tommy was Navigator and I was an engineer. The green team had Ricky as engineer sitting beside Aaron, the Pilot, then Randy the Commander and Ali the Engineer.

In our Orange cabin, only Dylan was a first timer even though he seemed to know everything about it and narrated the whole time until Gary Sinise started to address the crew. For me, the best part of this ride was going to be seeing Dylan's reactions and they were great. He smiled a mile wide as he felt the g-forces on his body but took all the orders for throwing switches and pushing buttons very seriously and making sure that we were all doing as we were ordered too. It was awesome to see him having so much fun and so cute to see him immersed in the unfolding of the story of which we were part.

Everyone from team Orange had a great time and we met up with team Green in the gift shop on the way out as nobody wanted to stop in the mission control game tonight. We were 50 minutes into our 90 available.

"Let's do Universe of Energy," Ali said. Everyone groaned. Dylan, not wanting to hurt Ali's feelings, said "Ali, it's a long ride, I'll go on it with you after dinner, ok?"

Ali hugged Dylan, "That's a date, sweetie."

Ricky took charge and said, "I suggest Soaring, followed by Living with the Land before dinner."

Everyone agreed and we make the trek to the Land Pavilion.

As we walked, the boys were a group, Tommy and Ricky were chatting and Ali and I got a chance to have a few seconds to ourselves.

"You ok, honey bunny," Ali said to me.

I smiled; I hadn't heard her use honey bunny in years. "Yea, good. Totally overwhelmed and running on adrenalin, but doing ok," I replied, leaning in for a quick smooch. "You?" I said.

"Well, I am not going to lie, the last 48 hours have been the strangest of my life. What happened back in the room between you Aaron and Randy?", Ali asked.

"Why do you ask?" I queried.

"Hmm, a deflection counselor?" she joked. "Well, until the last hour, Aaron and Randy were just friends and now they are behaving like lovers. Back in the space ride, Aaron kept pawing at Randy's shorts. Randy kept batting his hands away and eventually said, later," Ali explained. "Just wondering what I missed," she continued.

"You know, I still can't get used to talking to you about this or sharing this deep secret," I said.

"Well, get over it… it is just another thing you and I share. Now spill it," Ali said.

"Randy is in early stages of puberty and having learned about what his penis can do, he has been whacking off all day, made it sore and could not make his erection go away. He wanted my help," I explained.

"I could have helped him; he should have asked me," Ali again joked.

"Perhaps, but I think he was a little embarrassed. So, I helped him… you know… I made it go down," I said, kind of embarrassed to discuss this with my wife.

"And how did you… help," Ali asked, knowing full well.

"You are getting off on me telling you, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yup! Details, daddy…"

"I sucked him to orgasm after some gentle foreplay," I admitted.

"Mmm. It sounds like it was nice," she said. "Hold on, what about Aaron?"

"Well, he apparently was in the washroom and got a show," I said.

"You gave Aaron a show and not me," she said.

"Can you be serious? No, I did not give him a show. I had no idea he was there," I explained. "When Randy was… um… done, Aaron came out of the shadows and asked if I could do him too," I explained.

"Oh, dear. And did you?" she asked.

"No, I refused and eventually Randy said he would do it later," I said. "That was the only way he stopped asking," I said.

"We are going to have to have a chat with Aaron to discuss secrets," Ali said.

"I suspect that from what we learned of his background, secrets are a part of his life already," I suggested. "But yes, we will have to have that chat."

We were almost at The Land Pavilion, so we had to change topics.

Ali had to have the last word though, "Let me know next time. I want a good show."

We rushed in the door, down the escalator and the long hall to Soaring, past the 60-minute wait and right into the preboarding area to watch and listen to Patrick Warburton's hilarious video. Within minutes we were being loaded on one of my favorite rides as Dylan gave us a full history of the ride and it's Meccano beginnings.

As we were loaded, Aaron and Randy got separated and Aaron would not have that and ordered Ricky to move. Everyone laughed, thinking it was just a joke. Aaron did not look like he was joking. He took his seat beside Randy, grabbed his hand and seemed better. I think this is going to require a conversation too.

As we were flying, I looked over at Dylan, who again had a massive smile on his face but had tears streaming down his cheeks. He did not look in distress, so I just left him to his tears.

The ride ended and Dylan wanted to do it again but got talked out of it in favor of a trip on Living with the Land. Ricky explained that he wanted to do this ride before dinner because some of the food we are about to eat is grown in here. That was all it took and everyone was ready to hop on our last pre-dinner ride.

Randy came to ask if I could take him to the washroom and we managed to get away before Aaron noticed. We both went into the accessible stall and Randy said that he wanted to talk to me in private because Aaron would not stop touching his penis. He told me about the incident in Mission Space and also told me that in Soaring, he put his hand into Randy's shorts and played with his penis the whole time.

"It feels nice daddy, but I don't like it when he keeps doing it without my permission and in public," Randy said.

"Randy, you have to say no to him. It is important that you never let another person do that without your permission. Ever!" I said. "I can talk to him if you want, but I think you need to tell him first… it is your body, those are your private parts and NOBODY gets to touch or see them without your permission."

"OK, daddy, I will. But if he doesn't stop, will you talk to him?", Randy asked.

"Of course, I will, champ," I said. "Show me your penis Randy," I commanded.

He immediately started to pull down his little shorts and stopped.

"No. I don't want to!" Randy said, totally understanding what I was trying to do.

"That a boy Randy. You got it. It is your body and your decision," I reiterated.

"OK, let go and catch up with the group," I said as I started opening the door.

"NO!" Randy exclaimed.

"Now Randy, you can't refuse this kind of dad order," I said.

Giggling, Randy said, "I know, I just have to pee first and there is like, a toilet here and everything." Randy pulled down his shorts to his knees, exposing his cute little bum and his fire-engine red penis.

"Does your penis still hurt, it is so red and sore looking!" I asked.

"It stings a bit when I touch it and it stung a lot when Aaron was playing with it, but it is getting better," Randy said.

"We are going to have to put some cream on it before bed tonight," I said.

He finished emptying his bladder, shook his little penis and pulled up his pants. "We can go now," he declared.

"After you … Red," I said.

"Haha funny, dad," Randy said.

***

We rejoined our group and immediately got our boat for the ride. There was no wait for anyone this time; it is not a super popular ride. Personally, I love it, but some find it slow. For me, this ride is a great call back to what Epcot was when it opened as Epcot Centre as an educational experience. Dylan snuggled up close on my bench, I put my arm around him and held him close.

Aaron and Randy were in front of us and I saw Aaron and Randy holding hands. This time I saw that Aaron guided Randy's hand to his crotch and then saw the telltale sign that he had put his hand in his shorts this time. Randy was not taking it out, I leaned forward and said.

"Hey, would you look at all the security cameras in this place. They must be watching us closely," I said. Randy ripped his hands out of his friend's shorts in quick order and the two of them started searching for cameras. I hope I have not made them paranoid, but that was just too much.

"Randy leaned back, crooked his finger at me and whispered to me, "I know why Aaron keeps touching me, he is super horny… you should feel how hard his dickie is." Without my response or another word, he returned facing forward.

The ride was wonderful, as usual. Randy and Aaron were a bit alarmed that the giant tilapia was going to be killed and eaten in the restaurant. Everyone marveled over the incredible fruits and vegetables in the greenhouse. Lots of pointing and laughing at the sometimes strange plants in the greenhouse. This is one of those rides that most ignore unless everything else is packed and then they realize what a treat it is.

As we disembarked, Ricky mentioned that we had 15 minutes left before our reservation. Ali suggested that we use the time for a pee break and all of the boys headed into the washroom as did Ali.

Ryan, Dylan, Tommy and I each took a urinal and Aaron and Randy went into stalls. I wasn't really paying attention to anyone else, I did my business, washed my hands and announced I would meet everyone outside the door. I was followed by Tommy, Dylan and Ryan.

I did notice that the younger boys were still in the washroom but I assumed they had more than just peeing going, so I was just happy to wait. Ali came out next and Ricky, who had been waiting, suggested that he lead everyone up and that I follow with the stragglers.

Five minutes had now passed and I was getting a little concerned so I walked in. Now I was not 100% sure which stalls they were in and there were about 15 of them so I called out "Aaron and Randy, are you guys ok."

Randy replied, "Yea, Dad, just pooping."

Aaron giggled and replied, "I'm pooping too, Walt."

A third, clearly adult male voice replied as well, "If you want to know I am also pooping." To which everyone in the washroom laughed out loud.

"Boys, I will be outside," I responded.

"K dad," Randy replied.

"Ok dad," the adult responded, having way too much fun.

I once again stood vigil outside the washroom. Alicia texted me, "We are seated now. See you soon."

A man walked out and looked at me, "Are you poop dad?"

I smiled sarcastically and replied, "I guess I am."

"Well, I think there is more going on between your boys than pooping," he said and walked away with a knowing smirk on his face.

I went back in and called out again, "Boys, we gotta go."

The reply came back, "Just another couple minutes," it was Aaron and he sounded out of breath.

I walked down to where I thought the voice came from and called out again, "Do you need help."

Again, Aaron answered, "Nope, we are good," again sounding out of breath.

I found the stall that the voice came from and I knocked, "Open this door now," I commanded.

"Hold on," came Randy's voice. They were whispering and I bent over just in time to see two sets of feet and one set of knees. Randy's knees and a puddled pair of shorts around the other set of feet.

I reduced my voice to almost a whisper, "I know what you boys are doing. Come out here now." I saw the knees disappear and hands reaching down and yanking up pants. The door opened and two boys emerged looking down at their feet.

"Come with me," I commanded. "Stop, wash your hands first," I ordered, as we passed the sinks.

When we got into the lobby outside of the washrooms, I guided them into a corner and confronted them.

"Randy, you were sucking on Aaron's penis in there, weren't you?" I asked trying to remain calm.

"Dad, Aaron crawled under the wall and was really upset. He was crying about missing his mother. I hugged him and he put his hands down the back of my pants and started to rub my bum. I told him no like you told me to, and he stopped and apologized. He said he really just wanted the blow job I promised him and he would feel better. He pulled down his pants and he had a really hard dink as I did. He said he needed to feel tingles, so it went down. So, I did. Please don't be mad at me," Randy said and started to tear up.

Aaron stood quietly and had tears in his eyes too. They both clearly thought they were in big trouble. "I'm sorry, Walt, I know I shouldn't have asked Randy, but after seeing Randy getting sucked at the hotel, my dick was so hard it hurt," Aaron said through tears without looking at me.

My heart melted seeing the two of them so sad over doing what, frankly, seems to come naturally to boys on the cusp of puberty.

"Guys I am not mad at what you did, I am a little upset at where you did it. It's also kind of rude to make everyone else wait while you go off and do what you want. But, it's ok guys, no harm done. I am not mad at you, but we need to talk about this later," I said.

I leaned into each and hugged them. "Let's go eat!" I said.

Both boys followed, but Aaron seemed very nervous. I made a point of putting my arm around him. I have not gotten to know this boy as I have been so distracted with everything else happening. He seemed like a really nice little kid that has had some tough breaks in life. He was also super cute.

We entered the restaurant, found the rest of our party and took our seats just as the cast member came to take our order. When I say to take our order, I mean drinks as everyone eats the same there and they keep bringing food until you can't eat anymore. A mecca for hungry pre-teens!

We all ordered our favorite beverages and within moments, they appear with the most delicious warm bread and whipped butter you have ever tasted.

Ricky took the time to tell the boys all about the restaurant just as the rotation took us over the first scene we just saw from below on the Living with the Land Ride. It was just then that Aaron realized we were rotating and he was amazed. He was so excited he had now recovered from the most recent episode in the washroom.

As excited as Aaron was, nothing could match his excitement when Chip came by to visit.

"I know how we can tell you are Chip and not Dale! It's because you have a nose that looks like a chocolate chip," Arron explained. Chip pointed at his nose, gave him a thumbs up and then offered a high five. Aaron was excited, "Who is next?" he said.

Ricky had slipped away and I saw him walking back with Mickey, all the kids (both actual kids and us grown-up kids) were star struck. Ricky was making eye contact with Dylan and was escorting Mickey right to him. Mickey got down on his knees and opened his arms for a hug for Dylan. Dylan jumped up and ran into his arms, Dylan was crying softly and we were all silent as we watched Mickey and Dylan stay in the hug for what seemed like a long time.

Ricky spoke, "Dylan, Mickey heard about your mother and he wanted to let you know how sorry he was. He remembers when Walt Disney died and he wanted to let you know that he understands. He asked me to give you this card."

Dylan backed away from his hug enough to take the card. Mickey remained on his knees and Dylan was right beside him. Dylan opened the card and on the front was the famous drawing called The World Weeps for Walt Disney by Karl Hubenthal. He opened the card and it read

Dylan,

All of us at Walt Disney World wants you to know how sad we are for you that your mom died today. Some of us remember the day Walt Disney died and I felt terrible. We were scared because we didn't know what would happen to us and how we could continue to make people happy.

We soon realized that even though Walt was gone from our sight, he was right here in all of us and all that he built.

Dylan, your mom may be gone from your sight, but she will live on in you. She made a great choice leaving you with Walter and Alicia Furman; we know that they will be great parents to finish the wonderful boy your mom started.

On behalf of all of us from Walt Disney, we want to offer you our condolences.

It was Signed

Mickey and the Gang

Tears streamed down Dylan's face and he again melted into Mickey's embrace.

Mickey nor Ricky rushed him, and eventually, Dylan broke the hug, wiped his eyes and said to Ricky and Mickey, "Thank you, Rickey and Mickey. I am 12 and know that you are a fur cast member playing Mickey Mouse. I am old enough to know that this is all make-believe, but this letter and your hug mean so much to me. I never really thought about it before, but what you guys wrote in this letter will stay with me forever. My mom and I loved Walt Disney together and being here will always remind me of her," Dylan said.

Everyone in our group was bawling like babies as were the guests in the tables on either side of us. I was stunned and proud at Dylan's little speech and how composed and grateful he was. As he finished speaking, everyone burst into applause. Dylan took his seat and as Mickey stood, Goofy happened by and collided comically with Mickey and some hilarious antics entertained the room while Ali, Randy and I collectively embraced Dylan as a family for the first time.

"I love you big brother," Randy said and Dylan replied, "Me too little brother.

"Hold on, who is my big brother now, Aaron or Dylan?", Randy asked.

"Good question, when is your birthday son," Alicia asked.

"It is March 15th," Dylan replied.

Ali and I looked at each other with our mouths agape.

"What," Dylan asked.

'You and Aaron are born the same day. You don't happen to know what time do you?", Ali asked.

Dylan shook his head no.

"We will have to check the long-form birth certificate," I said.

"Looks like it is a tie for who is big brother, little brother," Dylan said.

"Oh great, with two big brothers, I am in big trouble," Randy said with a smile. We all hugged again as the cast arrived with our food.

***

We all enjoyed the food and had fun with the characters as they visited. Just as the restaurant rotated back to where we started, we were all getting organized to leave. As we were leaving, Mickey saw Dylan and came for one more hug. We took a bunch of pictures and then we were all off.

"So, the night is young. What do you want to do next?" Ricky asked.

Ali piped up and said, "Randy has to get back to the room to get some sleep so he can be ready for the audition tomorrow. I will take Randy and Aaron back to the room and get them settled in for the night," Ali said as both boys yawned in unison.

"Can I come too?" Tommy said. "I think I ate too much and I need to sleep it off.

"Rickey, I have to head home to pick up some clothes and supplies as I've agreed to hang with these guys, so I am going to head back to the hotel and drive from there."

"Dylan, what do you say we hang out for a while. Maybe catch Illuminations?" I asked.

"Sure, that would be great. I am not tired yet after my nap this afternoon," Dylan added.

"Cool guys, I can hang with you for about an hour and then I got to head home, I have to work rope drop in the morning," Ricky said.

I took a second to pull Ali aside and filled her in about the latest between Aaron and Randy. "I think you need to put them in two separate rooms so that Randy can actually sleep. That Aaron is a bit of a horn dog and he might keep him up… and awake," I said.

Ali smiled, "I will make sure that Randy is asleep; tomorrow is way too important!"

The hotel party and the Epcot parties all said their goodnights and headed off in their respective directions.

As we strolled, we popped into Club Cool, the Coca-Cola sampling shop. As much as Dylan is a walking Disney Wikipedia, he did not know about Club Cool or Beverly. Of course, Ricky and I enjoyed watching Dylan's reaction at the taste of the bitter Italian drink.

"That is disgusting! Why would anyone drink that stuff," Dylan said and then roared his disgust again when the second wave of after taste hit.

"So how many can you do Walt," Ricky asked with a weird western vibe to his voice like we were in a saloon.

"I ain't a-sayin. Hows about yuse?" I responded.

"My record is 17," he boasted,

"Wait. What? You actually drank 17 cups of this… Garbage? How are you still alive?" Dylan said.

"I'll see your 17 and raise you 20," I said now switching to a poker theme.

"Call," was all Rickey said.

"You guys are nuts. Walt, can I have your phone and film this?" Dylan said and started filming.

"Ok guys, at the same time now. Go!" Dylan called as he pointed the camera at us.

The Club Cool cast member came over and said, "Ricky, if you hurl, you're cleaning up your own protein spill."

We downed cup after cup of Beverly and were at 15 each. I had to make it to 20 – time for some Psyops.

"So, Ricky, you're looking a little green there, my friend," I said. "I hear that this stuff is actually fermented donkey piss."

"No, sir, it is made from the tears of lawyers," Rickey countered.

"Oh, touché!" I replied. 16…17…18

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is an important moment in Epcot, Ricky whatshisface has broken his own record of Beverly with 18 cups. Can he make 20 to answer my dad's challenge," Dylan narrated the video.

He called me his dad! I was so excited I was energized and ready to beat fur boy!

19…20.

"I'm just getting started!" I said.

21 and that was the end of Ricky. I drank three more to solidly claim my championship status and Ricky ran to a washroom.

I asked the cast member it that was a record. She told me it wasn't even close. They have had faceoff's that have got to more than 60. That nauseated me and diminished my great accomplishment.

Ricky returned and was clutching his stomach.

"Is it ok if I leave you guys, I am not feeling so well," he said.

"Sure, you have had a long day. Thanks for everything. Let's touch base tomorrow as soon as you have details," I said.

Rickey gave Dylan a big hug, shook my hand and left us outside Club Cool.

"Can we walk around World Showcase Walt?"

"Sure buddy."

***

We started at Canada and went counter-clockwise. We watched the Circle Vision Canada movie with Martin Short and walked up the stairs to the third level of the pavilion that was themed after the Chateau Frontenac Hotel in Quebec. They had closed the stores up here years ago so it was quiet and we sat on the ground looking up at the impressive structure.

Dylan snuggled in very close and we just sat and enjoyed the closeness and the quiet after the stress of the day. Neither of us spoke for the longest time.

"Walt, am I a pervert?"

"No, why would you say a thing like that?"

"Do you remember when you first brought me back to your room?"

"Yes, of course, I do. It was only a couple of days ago."

"I was doing everything I could to get you to do sexy stuff with me. I undressed in front of you. When you sent me to the bathroom, I took my underwear off before I went in and showed you my butt. When I was done in the shower, I got into your bed almost naked and pulled up the t-shirt I wanted to rub against you with my penis, but you were sleeping.

"When you woke up, I was trying to show you my whole body and then you rubbed my bum with your penis and spurted on me. I loved it and really wanted to do more, but I was faking sleep hoping you would do more," Dylan said.

"Yes, I remember all of that. You were getting me worked up. You are a very cute boy and have the nicest bum I have ever seen. I didn't know you were awake, though; you were a good faker."

"None of that makes you a pervert, curious yes, maybe a bit horny, definitely but not a pervert. I am the one that was being a pervert cumming on your bum like that. I am ashamed of that because I took advantage of a sleeping child," I said. "That is 100% against my principles as I have always refused to do anything with a boy unless I have absolute permission."

"I gave you permission Walt, but I basically raped your butt while you slept," he said. "Then, what I forced you to do on the boat. I am so embarrassed that I did that."

"Listen, Dylan; you are not a pervert; you are a curious little boy. You did not make me do anything that I didn't want to do. Perhaps not on a boat in public, but if I wanted to stop you, I would have," I said. "It is me that should feel guilty. You know that what we have done together is illegal and could put me in jail for a long time," I said.

"I would never say anything to anyone ever, Walt. I wanted to do all of those things and I want to do more and I don't understand why it is against the law. Remember I told you about my mother's boyfriend before Alexi. What he did to me should be against the law. He made me do things and tricked me. What you and I do is good, we both want to do those things and we love each other," Dylan said.

"Buddy, I agree that that man needs to be in jail. Anybody that uses force or lies to have sex with anyone is the real criminal, but society and the law put him and I in the same category. As much as I love to do the things we do, I wish that I was not born a boy-lover … it has not been easy to be this way," I confessed. "I love kids as they are too and have devoted my career to helping boys and girls when they need legal or financial help. Being somebody that is attracted to young boys has caused me great stress," I continued.

"I don't understand laws or understand what you just said, but it is my body and my life and if I want to have sex with you…," Dylan said way too loud.

"Shhh… you have to keep your voice down," I reminded him.

He reverted to a whisper, "If I want to have sex with you, that is my decision. Police should have no say. I may be 12, but I'm not stupid, you know. I know what feels good and what feels bad… you know that good touch, bad touch stuff. What I know for sure is that everything with you is a good touch," Dylan concluded and took my hand and placed it over his shorts right on top of his hard penis, which was thankfully obscured from public view by his long t-shirt.

I did not move my hand and in fact, I gave him a few light squeezes and a gentle rub on his stiff little boy penis and left my hand in place as I continued.

"Dylan, you are really something. It seems that neither of us wants to stop our fun, but I need to be clear that we are about to be father and son and we can't paw at each other like horny puberty boys," I started to say.

"But I am a horny puberty boy…" Dylan said with a big smile and a flex of his horny puberty boy dick that I was still holding under his t-shirt.

"Apparently, but I think you know what I am saying. I have to be your father and that means limits, rules, discipline and respect. If I feel that this," I rubbed his cotton covered penis, "is making it difficult to be your father then this," this time a squeeze that caused Dylan to moan," ends. I love you and to show that love I am going to be the father you need and cannot be the lover you don't need," I said.

"Ewww, that sounded wrong even to me, but I promise. I can't wait to officially be Dylan Furman and be the best son ever."

"Let's continue our walk, I would like to be at France for Illuminations," I said

"Can you keep holding my penis as we walk. It could be like a leash for a dog," Dylan said.

"Um, no," I said to the silly, but a funny suggestion.

We got up, Dylan turned away from the stair and discreetly adjusted his hard member. He turned back around nodded that he was ready and off we went, down the stair and turned right heading to the United Kingdom.

"I am getting cold," Dylan said as we strolled enjoying the sights and sounds. We were both only in shorts and t-shirts and as it got dark, a chill was rolling in.

"Do you want to head back to the hotel?" I asked.

"NO! I want to see Illuminations!" Dylan exclaimed.

Just then I saw one of the rare souvenir shops at Disney World and I guided Dylan in so that I could see about some sweatshirts.

"This is perfect!" Dylan exclaimed holding a Walt Disney World One World Four Parks fleece throw.

"Let's grab two," I said and took them up to the cashier to pay.

As we walked into France, Dylan announced he was hungry so we popped into Bakery Les Halles Boulangerie Patisserie and each got a snack and a Coke to share. I treated myself to a beignet and Dylan an éclair. We sat in the bakery to warm up and enjoyed our treats.

Dylan took a bite into his éclair and the cream filling shot out of the end and coated around his mouth. He started to laugh, uncontrollably. I reached over with a napkin and wiped the mess off his face and asked what was so funny.

He said that the way the éclair squirted out the whipped cream looked like it had an orgasm. Only a 12-year old boy could see that, but his laughter was infectious and so badly needed at this point in his life that I channeled my inner 12-year old and giggled like an idiot too while making up other idiotic comments about the éclair.

"How does a pastry only a few hours old cum already."

"The thing doesn't look like it had reached puberty; it has no pubic hair."

"This is what Mrs. Quasimodo gets to see when she has sex with her husband."

We were rhyming off dumb and sometimes gross ejaculation humor like a couple of kids in the lunchroom of a middle school. After 10 minutes or so, and many strange looks from other guests, we got ourselves under control.

"Walt, I have to drain my éclair," Dylan topped it all off with that final penis joke and we headed to the washroom to take care of business.

***

As we emerged from the washroom, the Epcot announcer announced Illuminations would be starting soon I lead Dylan to my secret location for viewing. Nobody was in the area just by the bridge to the UK and that gave us the pick of the spots. I took the small grassy spot that was chained off from the small hill to the lagoon and right on the line of the chain that presumes to be a fence so the cast did not shoo us away. We both sat on the grass and unpacked our fleece throws.

I handed Dylan one and I took one and wrapped it around myself. Dylan had another idea and joined me under it and wrapped his around us too. Dylan asked if he could sit between my legs and leans on me and I helped him to position himself so he would be cozy and warm and repositioned the throws.

We were all set and ready for the show when my phone rang and I saw from call display it was Rob.

***

"Success!" Rob exclaimed as soon as I said hello.

"What do you mean."

"I mean that we met the mother an hour ago and we had a good talk. It didn't hurt that as soon as the boy saw me, he ran to me and hugged me," Rob explained.

"So, she has agreed to withdraw the charges?" I asked.

Just as I said that, I realized that Dylan had disappeared under the throw and was trying to pull my fly down.

"Stop that!" I said.

"Stop what?" Rob asked,

"Nothing, go on," I said.

"As soon as my flight attendant friend talked to the mother and we talked it out, she not only has agreed to withdraw the charges, but she is making us dinner right now."

Dylan now had his hand inside my shorts wrapped around my penis, trying to get it out. I tried discreetly to stop him, but I had the phone in one hand and now holding the throw in place with the other to avoid it falling away and Dylan's actions being on full display if I dropped it.

"Walt," you there.

"Yup, sorry. So, what's next," I said.

Just then I felt the incredible sensation of 12-year old boy's lips around the head of my penis. I could not believe this was happening, especially after our heart to heart talks back in Canada. I wanted to stop him, but it felt so good, nobody was watching, he was totally obscured by two large fleece throws.

"Tomorrow, she is going to join me at the Osceola county courthouse and we are going to ask the sheriff to join us so she can talk to the judge and the officer at the same time," Rob said.

I must have moaned or something as Rob whispered into the phone, "Which one of those little hotties has their mouth on your cock?"

"What, no. What are you talking about? Holy shit, Rob!" I said.

Dylan must have heard me as he stopped, tucked me back into my shorts and resurfaced with a worried look on his face.

"I was just joking Walt. Sorry, I am just elated and having some fun. Can I crash at the monster suite tonight now that I am not a man on the run?"

"Sure Rob, I am at Epcot right now, but Ali is at the room," I said.

"Sounds great pally, see you soon. And say hi to Dylan for me," he said and gave a creepy little chuckle like he knew exactly what had been happening.

I disconnected the phone and Dylan immediately asked, "Everything ok, you sounded mad and you suddenly went … um, err, soft."

"Nope, it was good news, Rob just made a stupid joke," I said.

"So, he didn't molest the kid on his plane," he asked.

"You know? Does Ryan know?" I asked, shocked that he found out.

"No, just me. I heard you guys talking about it. I didn't say anything to the others," Dylan said.

"And to your question, no, he did not molest the boy and the mother is dropping charges, I said.

"Ok, that's good. I sure thought that Ryan would be the newest Furman when his dad went to jail," Dylan said.

I did not respond, just laughed, grabbed my boy and tickled his ribs as the announcer warned that Illuminations was about to begin. Families had started to fill in around us and before long, the area was back with us having the absolute best view possible.

As the lights went down for the show to begin, I felt Dylan shifting around under the blankets again. This time he was taking his socks and shoes off. Then proceeded to pull his shorts off and finally while watching the opening burst of pyrotechnics, pulled off his underwear. Other than his t-shirt, he was totally naked under the throws.

Not more than one foot away on either side and the back of us were families and my Dylan was sitting there mostly naked only being hidden by a couple of fleece throw blankets. He shifted a bit more and managed to get a corner of one of the throws under his bum; I guess being bare on the grass was not comfortable and likely chilly.

I leaned into his ear and whispered, "We just talked about this stuff, wrong time and place buddy."

"Nobody can see and it's fun, isn't it?

"It's fun as long as we don't get caught and nobody notices. There are people and cameras everywhere," I said.

"Sorry, Walt, I'll put my shorts back on now," Dylan offered.

"No, just stay like this if you want, just make sure you get them back on as the show ends," I said.

"Ok, tell me when," Dylan said.

Dylan lay back against my chest, watched the show and masturbated. I could feel his muscles and arm moving at a good jacking off pace and it was making me super horny. It was outrageous, dangerous and as hot as heck.

He was enjoying the show for sure as he continued a dialogue with me about the show while continuing to pleasure himself.

The floating globe sequence was starting and he commented how boring this part of the show is because he has watched videos of it at home.

"It's a bit slow, but it's the build-up for the big finale," I said.

"That sounds great," Dylan said as he grabbed my hand, put it on his naked and hard little boy penis for the second time today, and whispered, "please daddy."

What was I to do, so I started to masturbate my 12-year-old soon-to-be, son under a blanket in the middle of a crowd of thousands?

As I jacked his pretty penis, I took the time to feel every millimeter. I felt the raised vein, his frenulum, his spongy head, the very sparse patch of downy pubic hairs on his pubis, his little pee slit on the head and back down again. I lightly massaged his balls, feeling each one and rubbed his scrotal sack between my fingers.

He spread his legs a bit and gave me access to his taint that I rubbed and I continued moving down until I reached his anus. I traced it lightly with my fingers and stopped as his moans got too loud at that point. I moved back up his taint to his balls and back to his boyhood, where I found his hand moving up and down.

Instead of batting away his hand, I lightly traced each of his fingers and they were gripped around his shaft and then put my hand over his to join his masturbatory effort.

He moved his hand away and went to massaging his cute balls again while I returned to solo on his organ to try and time his climax to that of the show in front of us.

I could hear his panting and the pre-ejaculatory squirm that all boys do.

I whispered in his ear, "Daddy wants you to hold off until the big fireworks burst that's about to happen."

"Uh-huh," was all his could say.

I slowed down a bit to try and time it out a bit, he was bouncing like Tigger now and I whispered again, "Almost there, hold your orgasm for daddy now."

What I was saying was incredibly dirty in my mind, but the effect was that I was also feeling the oncoming release in my groin without even touching myself.

I knew this show extremely well and almost had the script and timing engraved in my memory, so I was ready to stage-manage Dylan's orgasm.

"Ok son, get ready," and as I had the timing in my head and my release building, I sped up.

"Do you feel it, son? Your balls are starting to tighten up as daddy rubs your cute little boy penis up and down. Doesn't that feel nice? Daddy loves his little boy and loves to make him feel so yummy. Here it comes, the big fireworks finish, are you ready to squirt your spermies for daddy?"

"Uh-huh," he grunted and at that moment, I had my own, hands-free, release in my shorts but was able to maintain enough focus to say, "Do it for daddy NOW!"

As if I had pushed a button, Dylan's bum heaved off the ground and I felt the spasm of his ejaculation through his entire body and especially his penis that I was vigorously jacking. 1, 2, 3, 4 spasms and a smallish amount of semen shot out and landed back on my fist.

"Oh fuck", Dylan exclaimed way too loud as he had his mind-blowing cum. Fortunately, his expletive was lost to the crowd by the thunderous explosion overhead and his pelvic leap should just be explained away like a startled reaction to the explosion.

I keep masturbating him and slowly reached down and held his testicles and kneaded them until they returned into his scrotum after having been sucked up into his pelvis.

We watched the rest of the show and as it was about to end, I found his underwear and discreetly wiped him and me of his semen. I grabbed his shorts and said to get them on without his briefs. I took the briefs, opened my fly, wiped off my penis and tried to clean the mess I made as much as I could. I zipped up, Dylan was dressed and had his shoes on as the massive end volleys of fireworks turned night into day.

***

As the show ended, I told Dylan to stay put, so we don't have to battle the crowds.

"You sounded like you were in a porn film the way you talked to me. It was weird," Dylan said.

"Yeah, I felt weird saying that stuff too. But you started it with your 'please daddy' line when you wanted me to … you know," I said.

"I was being funny; you went over the top with it. But it worked, that was the most incredible… um… party I have ever been to," Dylan said while trying to be discrete with so many people around.

"Dylan, I may not have been clear when we talked back in Canada. What we do is one thing, but doing it in public – like here or in the boat – has to stop. It is not just your fault because I go along, but we have to both agree not to do this again in a public place. It is too dangerous for both of us.

Dylan just nodded his very sleepy head.

The combination of the events of the day and his post-orgasmic mellowness had him falling asleep fast.

"Time to go, buddy," I said.

We got up, folded our throws and started walking with the crowd to the front of the park where we would get our monorail.

We mostly walked in silence along the way until Dylan stopped at Spaceship Earth and the giant projection of the company name 'Siemens' on the sphere. Once again the middle school rowdy boy jokes started up again until we approached the monorail lineup.

As we took our seat in the monorail my phone rang again, this time it was Ali asking when we would be back. I said in about 40 minutes.

"Okay, a Mr. Alexi Petrov is sitting here and says that he needs to talk to you urgently," she said, trying to sound cheerful.

"Is Tommy back yet?" I asked.

"No, but Rob called and said he would be here in an hour about 40 minutes ago," Ali said.

"OK, I am going to call Rob and Tommy and ask them to meet me in the lobby. Do not say anything to that man about anything. Keep an eye on him and we will be right there," I said.

"OK honey, I will offer Mr. Petrov a drink. I will see you soon," Ali said.

As I turned to Dylan to discuss this, he was fast asleep and a big drop of drool left his mouth and landed on my chest.

Chapter 22

With the news that Dylan's stepfather was sitting in my hotel room, I was seething mad. This scum bag treats Dylan like crap, takes off on his dying wife and now he is back and sitting in my hotel room. The scenarios were playing out a mile a minute in my brain, but my instinct is that this is a shakedown of some sort.

Perhaps his appearance is innocent enough and the man is back to deal with his wife's passing, to do the right thing and take over the funeral planning and wrapping up of her estate. As much as I wanted to believe this, my lawyer senses were tingling and they were telling me a scam is afoot.

I quickly texted Alicia, knowing she would have her precious Blackberry in her hand and I wanted to be discreet.

Walt "Don't make it obvious you are reading a text from me."

Ali "Why, what's wrong."

Walt "Alexi is Dylan's stepfather and I do not trust him at all. I just want to really emphasize that you should say nothing about his wife, Dylan or anything at all. Try and stay away from him to avoid any conversation."

Ali "I am in the kitchen now getting coffee for him."

Walt "Ok, serve him and excuse yourself to attend to Randy, Ryan or Aaron. I am meeting Tommy in the lobby and we are coming up together."

Ali "U are scaring me."

Walt "It'll be ok, but I have not had anything but unpleasant dealings with this guy and I am sure he is up to no good."

Ali "So weird, when he got here, he made it sound like you were friends and he was so grateful that you looked after his wife and son."

Walt "Son! That's rich… I'll be there soon."

Ali "OK, hurry."

Walt "Let me know if Rob arrives before I get back as well. I will explain later."

Ali "OK honey, but hurry. I am really nervous now. Get here as soon as you can. I'm alone with this guy and three little boys."

Our monorail glided to a stop at the Transportation and Ticket Centre where we have to transfer to the Resort Monorail. Dylan woke up on his own and silently stood while leaning on me as we walked out of the train.

I pulled him aside away from the cast and other guests that were on the platform so we could talk privately.

"Dylan, are you awake?"

"Yeah."

"No really, Dylan, I need you to wake up and pay close attention to me now. It's urgent."

He heard the tone in my voice and he snapped to full awake note, eyes wide and a look of dread on his face.

"What's happened?" he asked.

"Listen to me carefully. Do not worry or panic, but Alexi is back at the hotel and …," and before I could finish my thought, Dylan burst into tears.

Through tears, he managed to say, "What does he want? He's a really horrible man and with mom dead, he will try to hurt me."

"I will never let anyone hurt you, Dylan, you must believe me. You are going to be ok, but here is what I want you to do," I said.

Dylan was still silently crying. Tears were running down his cheeks and snot drooling from his nose. It was heartbreaking to see him like this. I outlined my plan that Ricky, who I was able to reach by text, is going to meet us at the TTC in a few minutes. I arranged for him and Dylan to wait at the Polynesian resort while I deal with Alexi. I would call them when he was gone and Ricky would bring him to the room.

Just then, a cheerful cast member approached us and asked if we were Walt and Dylan.

"Ricky called and asked if I could watch Dylan for a few minutes until he gets here, so you are not late for your appointment," the young lady explained.

"Are you ok with this Dylan?" I asked.

Dylan was busy trying to dry his face and nose so as not to embarrass himself in front of this girl.

"Yea, that's ok but please don't be too long," he said.

With that, the young lady, Ming from Manchester, UK, took Dylan by the hand and said, "Let me show you how the monorails work while we wait," and off they went just as the resort monorail arrived.

I boarded the train and took a seat. I was the only passenger and had time to compose my thoughts and make a plan.

The monorail completed its route through the Poly, the Grand Floridian and the Magic Kingdom and came to a stop at the Contemporary. As I got out of the train, I texted Tommy.

Walt "Where R U?"

Tommy "At the Contemp parking lot."

Walt "I will meet you at the front entrance in 2 minutes."

Tommy "K"

I made it there just as Tommy was approaching with a small suitcase and a laptop case slung over his shoulder.

As he came in, he knew something was up by the look on my face. "What's going on, Walt?" he asked.

I explained what I knew and went through the scenarios in my mind. I explained that Dylan was off-site with Ricky. Tommy's face was getting red and I could tell he was pissed.

We headed to the elevators and took the quick ride to the 14th floor. We got off without a word, made the short trip to the suite and entered. Alexi was pacing in the living room and Ali met us as we walked in.

Alexi looked up, walked over to me and stuck out his hand to shake mine. I took the offer and grasped his hand.

"Walt, I want to thank you for all you have done for my family. Losing my wife was more than I could bear and I needed to get out of the hospital and clear my head. When I came back, Ms. Shultz told me what you had done and that you were looking after the boy for me. How can I ever repay your kindness?" Alexi said.

There it was, the start of the shake down … 'looking after the boy for ME.' In those few seconds I knew what was about to happen, he was going to try and get Dylan … but why? Was he looking for money from me or is there some other scheme?

"First of all, the boy has a name … it's Dylan and I want to introduce you to Mr. Morrow from the Florida Department of Children and Families."

Alexi released my hand and shook Tommy's. Tommy gave him a steely look.

"Sorry, I meant Dylan. By the way, where is he? I miss him dearly and I thought he was with you," Alexi said.

"Let's cut to the chase, Mr. Petrov. What do you want and why are you here?" I asked.

Tommy took out a notebook and started scribbling notes like he was a detective gathering evidence. Alexi glanced at him and visibly stiffened, narrowed his eyes and took an offensive posture.

"I am here to pick up my boy and see to my wife's funeral. What do you think I am here for?" he said.

As he said that, Tommy stopped writing and reached into his laptop case and pulled out a stuffed file folder. I could see the title enough to see 'Petrov,' and I assumed it was the case notes and all the paperwork related to Dylan.

"You say, 'your boy.' What makes you think he is your boy?" Tommy asked.

"He is the son of my wife and my step-son. I was in the process of adopting him back home before our honeymoon. I imagine it has been processed by now."

I felt the blood drain from my face. Ali saw this and came to my side and put her arm around me to hold me up. At that moment, I realized how much Dylan meant to me and that I needed to be ready to fight for him.

***

While we were busy dealing with Alexi in the living room, Ricky had picked up Dylan at the TTC and headed to the Polynesian where Ricky managed to arrange a room so the two of them could hang out. The two of them had some snacks and sodas and were trying to watch tv while they waited for a call from me.

"I am sorry you are going through all of this Dylan, your day has been bad enough already," Ricky said as he sipped on his Mellow Yellow.

"I'm really worried; I don't want to see Alexi again. I know he hates me; I don't know why he is here," Dylan said. "He was always so mean to me. He called me names, pushed me around, hit me a few times and spanked me for stupid reasons."

Ricky moved over to where Dylan was sitting and hugged him.

"Oh man, I'm sorry to hear that. I was pretty badly abused by my real father when I was your age, so I know what you're going through."

Dylan sat up and looked at Ricky, "You were abused by your father? I thought he was a cop!"

"The cop is my stepfather and he is wonderful. But back then everything was great at home until the divorce. My mom and dad split up and mom had custody and I visited my dad every other weekend. But, when I went to his apartment for his weekends he would, um… do stuff to me," said Ricky.

Dylan looked into Ricky's eyes and said, "What do you mean 'do stuff' to you?"

"I don't like to talk about it, but it was really scary and kind of gross," Ricky said.

Dylan continued to push, wanting to know more.

"Gross? You mean like sex stuff?" Dylan asked.

Ricky seemed distant for a second and replied, "Yea …"

"You mean he forced you to do sex stuff?"

"Yea, he would get drunk, sit down beside me or lay down beside me in my bed and start to rub my privates. I kept telling him to stop, that I didn't like that, but he wouldn't. It happened each time I went to his apartment and it got worse each time. I would cry and beg him to stop, but he would beg me to let him and sometimes he would slap me until I stopped trying to resist. Every time he drove me home, he would apologize and promise it would never happen again," Ricky recounted the story.

"I thought sex stuff was supposed to feel good. Why did you not want to do those things with your dad?" Dylan asked.

Ricky looked at Dylan incredulously and said, "Sex stuff is supposed to feel good, but not being forced to do it and certainly not forced by your father. He raped me every other week and I was too scared to tell anyone. I still loved him and thought that I could eventually get him to stop drinking so much and stop making me do those things. He promised to stop and I believed him."

Dylan was lost in thought and considered what Ricky was telling him.

"I am sorry that happened to you, Ricky," Dylan said. "Did you get him to stop?"

Ricky teared up thinking about the memory, "Kind of, I made him stop on my 13th birthday. He wanted me to come to his house to give me a present even though it was a weekday and mom's time. I arrived at his apartment and he gave me a PlayStation and a bunch of games. I was so excited I hugged him. He would not let me go and held me. I squirmed to get away because he was scaring me. He pushed me down and took out his … um, penis and forced me to put it in my mouth… But then, that's enough of that; I shouldn't have told you this much, you don't need to hear any more."

"Yes, I do, how did you stop him?" Dylan asked.

"I hate telling this story, but I eventually opened my mouth and he put it in. He moved my head back and forth and got hard. I had decided I would get it over with and started to think of my new game system and let him pump his thing in my mouth. I was crying, but just kept trying to think happy thoughts and then it happened," Ricky recounted.

"What happened?" Dylan asked.

"Do you know about sperm and ejaculation?" Ricky asked.

"Of course, I do. Oh … he came in your mouth?" Dylan asked.

Ricky broke eye contact with Dylan and said, "Yes he did and I bit him. I almost bit his dick right off. My mouth was full of blood, he screamed, whacked me in the side of my head so hard I flew across the room while my teeth were still clamped down on his penis almost tearing it off and it made the cut worse. He passed out and I called 911."

Dylan was stunned, Ricky couldn't look up at him and tears continued to roll down his cheeks. Dylan now reached out and hugged Ricky.

"What a bastard. I hope he died or at least lost his dick," Dylan asked.

"No, but he lost a lot of blood and had to get a lot of stitches. That was the last time I ever saw him except for one day in court when he was being sentenced. He's still in jail now," Ricky said.

"Man, I thought I had it bad. That is the worst story I have ever heard," Dylan said.

"Did Alexi do anything sexual to you," Ricky asked.

"Not really, although he liked to call me fag and he seemed to enjoy spanking me. He would find any excuse to spank me and make me pull my pants down sometimes to spank my bare butt directly. He spent as much time rubbing it as he did whacking it. Most of the abuse was him being mean, calling me names and pushing or hitting me. When my mom was around, he acted like my best friend, but when we were alone… it was hell," Dylan recounted his abuse at the hands of his stepfather.

"There was one bright side, the cop that was in charge of my case is now my stepfather and the best man I have ever met. He is a Deputy Sherriff today and is my best friend too. He really helped me deal with what my dad did and, because he was at my house so much, he and mom hit it off and married a year and a half later," Ricky said.

***

Back at the hotel, I was still reeling from the realization that Alexi had come to take Dylan away from me and I was only half-listening to the heated words between Tommy and Alexi. My fight or flight reflexes kicked in and I took charge of the scene.

"Mr. Petrov, you are not going to take Dylan with you, and I will make it my mission in life that you never set eyes on him again," I stated.

"You cannot do that; he is my stepson and, as I just got finished saying, the adoption was almost complete. Face it faggot; the court will grant me custody of my son."

"I have the entire file here," Tommy said. "You have applied for a step-parent adoption and that is no longer valid as your wife is dead. Further, the paperwork is only at the point of an application in Michigan and it hasn't even gotten further than being filed in court. My department does not recognize this as there is no court order and you have no rights in this matter under Florida law or, from my call to the Michigan CPS folks, under theirs either. Mr. & Mrs. Furman have a court-ordered temporary custody order and Dylan will be staying with them and, I suspect, will be adopted by them too."

"I think that Mr. Morrow was pretty clear here, so I suggest you get the fuck out of my hotel room right now and go and deal with your wife's funeral arrangements," I stated.

"I will fight this! I know you are a faggot child molester and I will go to the police and have them arrest you," Alexi screamed.

"Mr. Petrov, I am just curious, does any of this have to do with the large inheritance that Dylan is due from his grandparents by any chance?" Tommy said as he pulled another document from his folder. He handed me a copy of the legal papers he was referring to. It was a will from Dylan's grandparents, his father's parents. It made him the sole beneficiary of their estate since their only son had previously passed away. He was to get it when he turned 21 unless his mother should pass away before that time, in which case the funds would be made available as a monthly trust fund until his 21st birthday to cover his living and schooling costs.

My eyes bulged when I saw the attached statement of accounts of the estate and it was almost $5 million. I just stared at Tommy with my mouth hanging open in shock. Alexi looked angry and cornered. He shouted what must have been expletives in Russian and headed to the door.

"This is not over," he shouted. "My lawyer will be in touch," he said, opened the door and stopped, he turned to us and said, "I know all about your kind … I know you are fucking that boy and I will report it to the police and let them deal with you."

I was so angry that my adrenaline was making me feel taller, stronger and tougher than I was. I bolted to the door, put my face within a few inches of his and screamed at him.

"Get all the lawyers you want, call the police. You are a liar and an abuser! Dylan has told us all about the abuse you inflicted on him. And another thing, what kind of scum bag deserts his wife and her child in a hospital. The only fucking going on around here is what I am going to do to you legally if I see you, hear from you or have to inflict Dylan with any more trauma than he already has been through," I yelled as spittle flew from my mouth into his face.

Alexi stood there in stunned silence. He could dish it out, but he wasn't so brave when he gets it back.

"By the way Mr. Petrov, I have your full police record in the file from both the United States and the Russian Federation. It looks like you are confused and you are the one doing the underage fucking. How on earth did you ever think a court would let you adopt a dog let alone a young boy with the record you have! Perhaps the DA in Macomb County would be interested to know that you have left the state and are threatening a fellow officer of the court," Tommy added as Alexi remained in a stand-off at the door.

Alexi turned and left without another word and I closed the door on Alexi Petrov, hopefully forever.

"Can I see the rap sheet," I asked and Tommy handed it to me. "Three counts of statutory rape with a 13-year-old girl only two months ago. Wow! I knew he had a record, but I didn't know about this. I guess it had not hit his record yet when I had checked. " I exclaimed.

"We have found that it can sometimes take a few months for charges to appear, depending on the jurisdiction. We always dig deeper and make phone call verification. And, as you can see, the girl was the complainant, so the act was not consensual. Turn the page and you will see several other fraud-related charges including theft of an estate from a previous marriage," Tommy noted.

"So, everything was a calculated play. I wonder what he had planned for his wife if she hadn't died the way she did," I pondered out loud.

"So, where is Dylan?" Ali asked.

"Right! I will call him now. He is with Ricky at the Polynesian waiting for Alexi to leave," I said.

I called Ricky and filled him in and he said he was going to head right over.

"I am not going to tell Dylan any of the details until later, everyone needs to chill out for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow is an important day for Randy and that needs to be the focus along with supporting Dylan in his grief," I said.

"I am with you," Tommy said.

"We will tell Dylan that Alexi came to find out more about his wife's death and leave it at that for now," Alicia said.

"Sounds like a plan," I said, giving a thumbs-up, a gesture completely not fitting the moment.

"Listen, Fonzie and Tommy; I am going to bed. Tomorrow is a really important day for Randy, we have a funeral to plan and we need rest for whatever else is going to happen. I'm going to check on the boys and then crash. Once Dylan is in, please get him into bed, and let's all have a good night sleep," Alicia said.

Just then, I heard the click of the door lock and in barged Rob proclaiming loudly, "Victory is mine, friends … victory is mine."

We all shushed him. Ali rolled her eyes and provided the room assignments.

"Rob, you and Ryan are in that room there, Tommy you are in the room next door, it has a pull-out couch and it is all made up for you. Aaron and Randy are on this side of the suite in that room and the Fonz and I are in the Master where there is also a pull-out where you can put Dylan for tonight," Ali dictated, clearly taking charge now.

"Try to keep it down and if anyone wakes Randy, you are going over the balcony … got it? I am counting on him to get that role so I can be a bad stage mom and take all his money for Botox and designer handbags."

Ali commanded with what, I think, was a joke and she headed off to do her bed checks, leaving Tommy, Rob and me alone feeling like we were told off by a drill sergeant.

"Dylan and Ricky should be here in a few minutes, let us have a drink and catch everyone up while we wait," I said.

***

We all updated each other with the happenings of the evening. Rob was sure he had the best story, but the Alexi confrontation beat it. They plotted out the next day and what each of them had to do to be organized to deal with the many challenges facing everyone.

Rob, said he had an appointment at the Osceola county Sherriff's office at 2 pm with the mother of the boy he was accused of molesting. She was going to withdraw the charge; they all had to see a judge and have the warrant cleared.

I advised that Ali and I were taking Randy to the audition at the production side of Hollywood Studios for 10:00 am and that it could be a long day as it was a chemistry read and that can take many hours as they test how multiple prospective actors react with each other and how they work as an ensemble. I was not going to stay as it could be most of the day and that I would come back to pick them up when they were done.

Tommy said that he could use an hour with each of Dylan and Aaron to finalize his reports to CPS but that Ryan could hang out with them until I got back.

Just then, we all heard the door lock click and in bounded Dylan with Ricky close behind. Dylan ran to me and jumped into my arms.

"Is Alexi gone?" he asked.

"Yes champ, he's gone and I don't think you will ever have to see him again," I said.

"And I'm going to see to that," Tommy added.

Dylan hugged me hard and said, "I love you so much, Walt."

"And I love you too pal, but you need to head to bed," I said. "Say thanks to Ricky and I'll show you where you're sleeping."

Dylan dropped off of my body and turned to Ricky, gave him a big hug and said "Thank you so much, Ricky. I am sorry your father raped you when you were just a kid."

All of the adults looked at each other and exchanged 'what the heck' expressions.

Ricky piped up, "I'm sorry Walt, I thought it would be helpful to talk about our common experiences and I guess I said too much."

My blood went cold … they talked about their common experiences! What did Dylan say to Ricky? I am praying it was nothing about what we are doing together.

"Hey, Ricky, can you hang back for a bit while I tuck Dylan into bed? I want to talk about our plans for tomorrow," I said.

I did want to talk about plans, but I also needed to know what was said between them and determine if that one-way trip to Cuba needed to be scheduled yet.

Ricky looked embarrassed as he knew exactly what I wanted to talk about and simply responded, "Yes, sir."

I took Dylan to the master bedroom and explained that he was going to sleep on the pull-out and Ali and I were in the master bed. He headed off to the washroom and asked me to keep him company. We went in where he stripped, peed, brushed his teeth and washed his face and hands. He didn't do a lot of talking and I mostly just watched him do his business, but much was said about trust and love without a word between us.

Even though I had seen him naked several times and had various parts of his anatomy in my mouth, I was trying not to stare at his beautiful body as he went about his routine. It just seemed wrong after all that had gone down today. Frankly, I was a little nervous about the conversation I was about to have with Ricky as well. I could have just asked Dylan, but I did not want to upset him; he had been through enough already.

He stood in front of me as I sat on the toilet seat with his penis at my face level. I looked up and was shocked to see it only a couple inches from my face.

"What shall I wear to bed since I am sharing a room with Alicia," he asked.

"I think Ali has set out something on the bed for you," I said.

We shut the light off and headed into the room and to Dylan's bed. Indeed, there was a pair of briefs, a t-shirt and a note from Alicia.

"Dylan, Sorry I could not stay up to tuck you in. I could not find PJ's for you so I put this pair of underwear and t-shirt out for you to wear if you want. I love you with all my heart son. Ali (mom)."

Dylan read the note and tears ran down his cheeks and he got under the blanket without anything on. I tried to hand him the clothes and he stayed put under the blankets.

"She said 'if you want' and I prefer to sleep naked," Dylan said.

"OK buddy, anything you want tonight, but please put them on when you get up so you are not streaking around the room in the morning," I said.

"Deal," he said. I reached down and hugged him tightly and said "I love you, Dylan," and just as I said that, Ali gave a loud snort and shifted in her bed. We both laughed. "I think that was her way of saying she loves you too," I said while still in the hug.

We released each other and I wished him sweet dreams as he yawned. As I walked away, I saw him flip over on his tummy and give a few comforting humps of his penis into the mattress. I smiled and left the room.

***

Ricky, Tommy and Rob were all seated in the living room, chatting happily and drinking Cokes. I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down.

"I want to thank you for everything, Ricky, you have been a real friend," I said.

Ricky did not make eye contact with me but responded, "It was my pleasure."

"I don't mean to pry, but I am concerned about what Dylan said about you being raped and your comment about shared experiences," I said as I held my breath and awaited his response.

It did not matter what he said here as the other men knew most of what I did with Dylan and had similar interests as me.

"I am so sorry, Walt. As I said, I thought relating our experiences would help calm Dylan and let him know that he is not alone," Ricky explained.

"But Dylan said you were raped by your father, first of all I thought your father was a deputy sheriff and secondly, to the best of my knowledge Dylan was emotionally and physically abused, not raped or molested by Alexi," I said while Tommy and Rob hung on every word knowing full well what was going through my head.

"I am sorry for the confusion; my stepfather is a deputy sheriff. My birth father sexually abused me when I was around Dylan's age. He is in jail now. Dylan told me about how his stepfather abused him. It doesn't sound like it was sexual, except some odd spankings that he described. I was not going to go into the rape, but Dylan kept pushing me and I finally told him. I did not give him the gory details," Ricky reported.

Tommy was now the one to be shocked. He interjected, "My colleague Jennifer was the CPS caseworker that was assigned to you and she told me all about this case when I joined the Department. She was really troubled by the investigation and I was in her peer support group. Your mom ended up marrying the investigating police officer, right?" Tommy asked.

"Yes sir, he is a Deputy Sherriff now. Jennifer was great and helped me get through a difficult time. I am surprised you remember the case; it was almost 10 years ago." Ricky commented.

"Well, it's not every day that you hear about a boy biting off the penis of his abuser," Tommy commented.

Rob and I winced at this news and Ricky turned red and just sadly nodded his head and said, "I almost bit it off, it stayed attached and the doctors were able to fix it."

"Did Dylan disclose that Alexi, or anyone else, abused him … sexually or otherwise," I asked, trying to bring closure to my paranoia.

"No sir, I mean our mutual abuse is our common experience of abuse by a parent. My father was not just sexually abusive. He was a drunk and violent as well, so we share that in common. Again, I am sorry if I went too far. I am still healing from it. My father forcing me to do those disgusting things have haunted me to this day. I am still getting counseling." Ricky said and then got very emotional as the memories resurfaced, "What kind of father does that? I begged him to stop but he didn't care about me or my feelings at all. I have to live with this for the rest of my life. I hope that you can help Dylan recover from his abuse from Alexi, he is a great kid."

As I listened to Ricky, I was both relieved and reviled. There is a special place in hell for adults who are abusive to kids – sexually, physically or psychologically and I was finding myself hating his father and wishing him dead as he told the story. It is no wonder Dylan told me; it must have really upset him.

This is an ongoing debate I have in my own head when I get into relationships with boys. While the law makes no distinction between what his father did and what I am doing with Dylan, I feel that they are not even slightly related. What his father did was an act of violence and depravity. I would never hurt a boy and only do what he wants to do. In my world, 'no' means 'no' and even yes means asking are you 100% sure and checking frequently afterward.

Society says I am just making excuses to justify my own 'perversions,' but I believe that my relationships are expressions of love and closeness that should not be illegal for any human who is capable of making an informed decision and are between two people who truly love and respect each other. Of course, typical childhood experiments between kids are a different thing altogether and almost a right of passage, but adult-minor relationships are much more complicated and must be handled carefully and openly. History is full of examples of man-boy relationships and it is only in the last hundred or so years that this has become one of society's most serious taboos.

"Ricky, I am not upset at all about what you shared with Dylan. I appreciate you being there for him and relating your experiences. The good news is that Dylan's abuse at the hands of Alexi was very short-lived, but I am aware that he had been previously sexually abused by a previous boyfriend of his mother so I was just curious what he shared," I said, having just remembered that previous incident. It was the perfect way to deflect any concern about my inquisitiveness.

"Poor kid, I don't understand adults wanting to do these things with little kids at all," Ricky said. "There are some sick people out there."

"As I said before, anybody who hurts a kid or forces him or her to do things that they are uncomfortable with is truly evil," I said.

I put this statement out there so we could all agree without debating Ricky's more overarching statement, to which I don't think any of us would agree.

Everyone nodded their heads and Tommy simply said, "Amen."

"As interesting as this conversation is, I am heading to bed. Night gents," Rob said.

"Me too," Tommy said.

Tommy then hugged Ricky and Rob gave him a handshake and both headed to their respective rooms.

"Are you driving Ricky or do you need a ride home?" I asked.

"Nope, Deputy Dad is going to pick me up in … umm… fifteen minutes," Ricky said, looking at the time on his phone.

"You and your dad were working on funeral arrangements for Teresa, where do we stand with that?" I asked.

"Right. With all the excitement I totally forgot to update you on that. The coroner still has the … umm… body. The funeral home said they would likely not release it for 48 hours. The funeral director will be calling you or Mrs. Furman tomorrow to discuss the arrangements but they have all the details from the hospital and your contact information here and your office back home. My dad says to let him know if you need any help at all and I am happy to keep helping if you tell me what you need," Ricky said.

"Thanks, Ricky, that's great. We really appreciate your help and your dad's contacts and we will need your help for sure," I said

Ricky shared the contact information for the funeral home with me and we said our goodnights just as his dad was calling from downstairs.

***

Suddenly, everything was quiet and calm. I was finally alone and able to breathe. I wandered out onto the balcony and sat and stared out on the Magic Kingdom park that was closed for the night, but still a beehive of activity as cast prepared for the opening in the morning.

I took my phone out of my pocket to see what I had missed. Lots of routine emails from my office about the various cases and issues that we have on the go. A confirmation of the date of the closing on the Golden Oaks house and a strange note from Randy's Agent, Markus Rich. He was emailing to advise that he was flying from LA overnight and was coming to Randy's audition in the morning and wanted to meet us 30 minutes before. Markus has never done this before. He also asked in the email 'does Randy know any songs off book?' I responded ok for the early meetup and said I thought he knew all the songs from The Lion King as he had played Simba in a local community theatre version a few months ago. Almost as quickly as I had hit send, he responded "Fantastic! Tell him he will be singing 'Just Can't Wait to be King' tomorrow morning. I will explain when we meet, but it's big!"

Randy loves to sing and this will be no problem, but I had no idea there was any singing in the show he was being considered. As I was about to put my phone back in my pocket, I got a text message from Donny asking me to tell Randy to 'break a leg' at the audition for him. I really miss Donny and I hoped he would be able to visit when we moved to the new house.

I headed back to the master bedroom and moved through the darkened room quietly so as not to wake Ali or Dylan. I managed to make it to the bathroom and flipped on the light and I quickly went through my nightly routine to get ready for bed.

Leaving the bathroom, I again worked my way through the dark and slid into our super cozy king-sized bed. I scooted over until I felt Alicia's bare back and I tried not to jostle her even though she was taking up over half the bed. I am a back sleeper and lay there staring at the ceiling thinking about the next day and waiting for sleep to overtake my weary body. I felt Ali stir. Her hand reached for my flaccid penis and she started to lightly stroke it and brought it to life. It felt nice and a great way to fall asleep.

I just relaxed and let her do what she wanted, I certainly had no energy for lovemaking and besides, Dylan was in the room only a few feet away so it would have felt weird. She stroked me and gently massaged my balls and then alternated back and forth. She was tweaking my frenulum between her fingers, which I love, and worked my circumcised head with her thumb. I was ready to blow and then she stopped.

She moved her body down and took up a position between my legs and took my engorged penis into her mouth and started to give me an awesome blowjob. She nibbled on my shaft like a cob of corn and sucked the skin of my frenulum, licked the slit all the while caressing my balls.

I warned her I was about to cum and I started to squirm on the bed as I enjoyed the feelings. I felt my release building and building and I was moaning and again said, "I am going to cum just stroke it out now." As it was clear she was not going to release my penis I started to ejaculate into her mouth, which she normally hates, and in mid orgasmic bliss a voice, that was clearly Ali, asked if I was done jacking off.

Unless she had become a talented ventriloquist, there is no way that she could be giving me this epic blowjob and speak normally at the same time.

Just then, Ali turned on the light and she noticed that Dylan was not in his bed. Ali pulled the cover aside and there was Dylan with my penis in his mouth and his little hand cupping my balls.

I was too caught up in my post-orgasmic bliss and total exhaustion to protest, but Ali looked at Dylan, who was not moving a muscle awaiting the wrath of one of us to descend upon him. She then simply said. "Dylan sweetie, if I knew you were hungry, I could have made you a sandwich. Now spit that nasty thing out and let's get you cleaned up and back to bed."

As Dylan stood, he was gripping his penis and Ali noticed that he had also cum on his hand and the bedsheet.

"Walt, you need to let the boy sleep," Ali said to me as she accompanied Dylan into the washroom.

"What did I do, I thought it was you!" I protested the admonishment.

I also moved to the washroom and saw Ali gently wiping the semen off of Dylan's genitals. She was taking a lot longer than was truly necessary in light of the tiny clear bit of young boy cum that Dylan currently emits. Especially after two previous ejaculations (that I know of) today. He was still rock hard; his eyes were closed and he was moaning and was ready to cum for a fourth time (oh, to be a young boy again). I grabbed a couple of tissues, wiped off my soft dick and went back to bed leaving Ali to 'clean up' Dylan.

Dylan and Ali came back into the room and she tried to get him into his bed and he put up a fuss.

"Just for tonight," I heard him plead.

She relented from total exhaustion and let him back in our bed. She whacked me with a pillow and said, "No more funny business, both of you get to sleep!"

All three of us cuddled naked and cozy; Alicia spooning Dylan, who spooned me and I was spooning my body pillow. Sleep took over and we all were unconscious in seconds.

Chapter 23

Morning came way too quickly and started with Randy bursting into our room at 7:00 to announce it was audition day! Nobody was budging in the bed, so he came over and put his face inches from mine and once again, loudly, reminded me in a shrill voice that it was audition day. I opened my eyes and smiled at my beautiful boy.

"Good morning star boy, you are certainly excited," I said.

He took notice of Dylan sleeping beside me.

"Hey, why is Dylan in your bed. No fair, I want to cuddle too," and with that, he pulled up the covers and noticed that Dylan and I were naked.

"Yea, time to get naked!" he exclaimed and pulled off his PJ's and jumped into the bed before I had a moment to object… but why would I.

He climbed over me and snuggled in between Dylan and me. I turned over to face my two boys and my wife. Dylan and Ali were still sleeping and Randy was enjoying the warm, full-body contact.

"Did you guys do sexy stuff? Is that why you are all naked?" Randy asked.

"No, we all just had a late night and couldn't be bothered to get into PJ's," I said and realized, as my brain finally started to function, that there was some 'sexy stuff' going on last night, but I decided it wasn't worth mentioning.

"Listen, buddy, Markus emailed me last night and said you will need to sing at the audition today. He wants you to do 'I Just Can't Wait to the King'," I said.

"Awesome, I love that song! Hold on, why am I singing for this audition? There is no singing in the script," Randy said.

"I know, Markus is coming today as well and said he would explain when we meet before audition time."

"OK, cool," Randy said without a hint of concern or even a second thought.

"Do you want to do a quick run-through of your lines?" I asked.

"Nah, don't need to. I am totally ready to go. But I do need to sing the song a few times," he said with a mischievous grin on his face. He burst into song while lying between Dylan and me.

"I'm gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware."

He jumped up in the bed to a standing position and sang the Zazu's part in a hilarious English accent. At this point, both Dylan and Ali were wide awake and looked a bit startled at the sudden and loud serenade and the extreme bed bouncing that was happening as Randy was dancing on the spot as he sang.

"Well, I've never seen a king of beasts with quite so little hair." On the line 'Quite So Little Hair,' he rubbed his bald pubis, where pubic hair would be one day, and shrugged comically.

He continued as Ali, Dylan and I smiled and listened to the impromptu show.

"I'm gonna be the main event

Like no king was before

I'm brushing up on looking down

I'm working on my roar."

Without missing a beat, Dylan joined in and sang Zazu's line

"Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing."

He sang it, as Randy had before, in an equally hilarious English accident. Randy, looked surprised, held out his hand for Dylan to stand and join him, which he did. We had two naked boys performing for us!

Dylan danced with Randy as he continued the song. Randy and Dylan finished the entire song with Randy singing for Simba and Dylan for Zazu.

Ali and I looked at each other in amazement at the incredibly professional instant collaboration the two of them had on this song. We were not amazed at Randy as we knew the boy was an incredible talent; it was Dylan who shocked us. His voice was pitch-perfect, he did the dialect perfectly, his timing was bang on, and he knew every word of the song.

As the song came to an end, Randy and Dylan sang the final lines together in grand style.

"Oh, I just can't wait to be king

Oh, I just can't wait to be king

Oh, I just can't wait to be king."

As they finished, they high fived each other and then embraced. Ali and I applauded wildly and cheered for them.

"Randy, that was incredible," Ali said. "Why the sudden serenade at… umm… 7:00 in the morning?"

I quickly explained the request from Markus as the boys jumped down to the floor still on a high from the performance.

"And Dylan, your voice is amazing! Have you ever had lessons or performed?" I asked.

"No lessons, but I was in my school musical production of Lion King. I played Simba," Dylan said.

"No way, I played Simba in the musical too!" Randy said and was super excited that they had this in common.

Randy started the fun again with the opening lines of Hakuna Matata, Dylan joined in and they danced around and hammed up the lines performing the Timon (Randy) and Pumbaa (Dylan) roles.

Watching the two boys sing and dance made me smile and brought a couple of tears to my eyes as well. It was pretty funny seeing this naked performance of this fun song. It brought a whole new perspective to the phrase, hakuna matata, as in have no worries. At this moment, these two adorable boys had no worries, they were enjoying the freedom and joy of just being kids.

While the scene might have been erotic to some, the flapping penises and scrotums were funnier and out of place in the performance of this classic show tune. However, the sheer beauty of the boys was not lost on me. Their lean bodies, tight little tummies, colt like legs, perfect tween boy bubble butts, alluring v-lines that led to their perfectly proportioned circumcised penises and testicles. It was a glorious sight for a boy-lover and any admirer of the human form.

It was so cute, I grabbed my phone and filmed the performance. Ali reminded me they were both naked and I shrugged saying it was too cute to miss. I filmed the entire production and should have framed from waist up, but shot it vertically and really did not think that through getting all of them in the frame.

Ryan and Aaron ended up coming into the room, having heard the performance as they were in the next room. They sat on the sofa bed, Ryan in his briefs and Aaron in PJ's. Aaron was singing along quietly with the boys and Ryan sat there in awe of how talented his friends were.

It was a fantastic performance with both boys covering all of the voices of the three characters that have parts – Timon, Pumbaa and Simba. They mimicked the actions of the characters from the stage performance and did so expertly and hilariously.

As they concluded, they hammed up the last few lines and playfully fought for the 'spotlight'. All four members of the audience applauded and cheered wildly. Dylan and Randy took a bow, high fived and hugged again.

"Why are they naked?" Aaron asked.

At that, everyone laughed. It wasn't very funny, but it was the way he was asking like nothing else was out of the ordinary.

Ryan replied, "They are rehearsing an all-nude version of The Lion King that is coming to the Disney Channel this fall."

"Oh my gosh, that is so cool!" Aaron exclaimed. Everyone burst out laughing. Aaron was not upset but playfully tackled Ryan in retaliation. Randy and finally Dylan joined in so that four boys were wrestling and horsing around on the pull-out couch.

"Don't damage Randy; he has an audition in a few hours!" Ali said loudly, but only I heard it as the boys continued to goof around on the bed.

I noticed that Aaron's PJ shirt had been shucked and Dylan was in the process of trying to strip Ryan of his briefs, which only succeeded when Randy jumped on Ryan's chest and held him as Dylan got the underwear off.

Aaron said, "Strip me, strip me," and Ryan grabbed his PJ pants and pulled them off in one tug. Now all four boys were totally naked and the horseplay continued.

Ali slipped out of bed and threw a housecoat on and headed to the kitchen to put on coffee and get some breakfast ready for everyone. I remained covered in my bed and just watched and enjoyed the show. I saw all four boy dickies gradually get hard as the grabs, feels, rubs and tickles continued as the dog pile of boys continued.

After about five more minutes, the horde was running out of energy and all ended up lying on the bed panting and sweaty. A few random pokes and dink tweaks here and there threatened to reignite the melee, but it failed as it appeared that everyone was tired and needed a recharge with breakfast.

"Daddy, why are you just sitting there," Ryan said.

"I was about to get up and shower. You guys should do the same," I said.

"I am too tired now," said Dylan and he got up and got back in my bed and snuggled up to me.

"Me too," said Ryan, who joined us.

Soon all four boys were in my bed and cuddling with me and each other. I was starting to drift off when I felt a hand on my penis. It was stroking me slowly. I was not sure who it was, but I think it was Aaron. I felt another hand take over and the first hand grabbed my testicles. By the movements I was seeing, I think there was a lot of masturbating happening in that bed and then Ryan announced, "Jerk off contest, first to squirt wins!"

"Aww, no fair, I don't squirt yet," Aaron said.

"OK, first to squirt or dry cum," Ryan restated the rules.

"I am out," I said as I swung my legs out of bed, regretfully leaving ministrations behind.

"Everyone on their own cocks… err… penises," Randy said, correcting himself from using the crude term for penis that he knew I would not approve of.

"Boys, after this … ah… game… you all need to have breakfast and get dressed. Randy, you use my bathroom please," I said.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed a box of tissues and handed each boy a couple and sat the box on the side table.

"And no boy juice on the bedding," I said as I pulled the covers back to be greeted with a sight that almost made me ejaculate instantly. Four boys, lying side by side, each with their stiff penises in their hands. Some already hard at work.

"Walt, can you do ready, set, go for us?" Dylan asked.

"Sure. Ok, hands at your sides. Ok, on your marks. Ready, set, GO!" I announced.

All four boys started to pump their boy toys, each with their own style.

Randy and Aaron employed the two-fingers and thumb basic method and were hard at work. They both watched the two older boys as they stroked.

Ryan was a full fist boy and stroked with one hand and pulled his scrotum and massaged his balls with the other. Dylan was more elaborate with the left hand he was stroking his chest and tummy and stroking his boyhood with four fingers and his thumb. He would rub his thumb over his glans every few rubs and then moved his left hand down and rubbed from his pubis to his nipples.

Randy and Aaron made a course correction and tried the techniques that Dylan and Randy were demonstrating as well.

Ali walked into the bedroom, looked at the boys, glared at me and said, "Boys, jeez! Breakfast is on the table when they are… um … done. Maybe they should wash their hands too," and went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Ryan stopped and covered himself as she appeared and until the bathroom door was closed, but the other three paid no attention.

All four boys were grunting and moaning. Dylan was writhing with his eyes closed and was licking his lips. Ryan was pumping so fast and his entire body was turning red. Randy was just enjoying his wank and not really getting too worked up and Aaron was clearly on the verge.

I got a little closer to watch the finish and I saw Aarons little balls disappear, his body shook and his toes curled as he arched his back … he was clearly in the throes of a powerful dry orgasm.

Ryan was next shooting about three spurts of clear semen up his torso followed seconds later by Dylan, who was very vocal and shot two squirts that landed on his pubis. Randy just watched the action, smiling and enjoying himself not seeming like he was going to finish.

"OK boys, Aaron won first. Ryan was second and Dylan third. Aaron is technically fourth but did not finish," I announced.

"What do I win?" Aaron asked.

"I will tell you later," Ryan said.

"OK boys, head to the dining room, Ali has breakfast on the table for you," I announced. "But stop and wash your hands first."

All four boys jumped up and I heard Ryan say, "good morning, dad," and the other boys greeted me as they passed as well. I put on my housecoat and followed.

"Those were four very naked boys with very hard and red dicks. What have you been up to?" Rob asked me as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Just then, Tommy popped out of his room and said, "Will there be more songs?"

"Huh? What songs?" Rob asked.

I explained as we all sat down and started to eat our cereal and fruit that Ali prepared. Moments later, she joined us, showered, dressed and looking professional in her, don't mess with mamma bear power suite. She stopped at the table and cleared her throat loudly getting all our attention.

"I can only share a room with six boys if you promise to flush your semen filled tissues and not leave them on my bed for me to clean up," she said.

Rob turned to me and playfully punched me on the arm, "Wake me next time," and wiggled his eyebrows at me again, causing me to laugh out loud.

"So, team, let's plan our day while we are all together," I said. "Ali, you had discussed a plan last night, let's hear it again and make sure everyone is on the same page."

"It is almost 8:00 now, so by the time everyone is showered and dressed, it will be 9:00. Walt and I need to be at the studio for a meeting with Randy's agent by 10:30 and his audition is at 11:00. I will stay at the studio with Randy and Walt is likely good to leave us at 11:30 and back here by noon. We can use this cool new service called uber to come back, so Walt doesn't have to pick us up. What do you guys want to do?" Alicia asked.

"I want to go with Randy to the audition," Dylan said.

"Auditions are not very exciting unless you are the one auditioning. They don't let family watch; we wait in a waiting room on uncomfortable chairs," I said.

"I don't care, I want to go with my brother to his audition to support him," Dylan said.

"Can he please?" Randy whined and gave us puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, here is an idea, you can come with us and then come back with Walt, so you don't have to wait around all day," Ali said.

"Yea!" Dylan and Randy both said.

"I wanna go to the Magic Kingdom!" said Aaron.

"I could go to the Magic Kingdom, but I would like to swim first," said Ryan.

"Yea, I wanna go swimming too!" said Aaron.

"How about I take Aaron and Ryan swimming until lunch. I can bring them back here around noon and then head off to my appointment," Rob said using the word appointment to avoid saying that he had to go to the sheriff's office and a judge's chamber.

"I can get my work done this morning and then take over at noon from Rob," Tommy said. "When Walt and Dylan get back, we can all go to the Magic Kingdom for the afternoon."

"Wow, that works perfectly, we could all connect for dinner because Randy should be done by 5:00, 6:00 at the latest and we can all hang out at the Magic Kingdom or one of the other parks," Ali said!

"OK, bring it in the team," I said as I put my hand in the middle of the table for everybody else to do the same for a team break. The adult all knew what I wanted and joined in. The boys caught on and joined it. "Go, team!" I said, and everyone rolled their eyes. "Jeez, no team spirit at all," I noted.

Everyone went back to finishing their breakfast, chatting amongst themselves and then each drifted off to prepare for the day as they finished up their food.

It was approaching 9:00 and Ali was in the washroom with Randy getting him ready for his big day. I was dressed and ready and checking emails when I heard sobbing coming from the balcony. I wandered over and Dylan was sitting on one of the loungers with his heard buried in his arms.

I walked over, sat on the edge of the lounger and rubbed his back and asked what was wrong. He looked up with tears streaming down his face. "I miss my mom," he got out of his mouth before he started sobbing again. He once again bent his head down with his face in his arms.

One of the things I had done yesterday when I had a moment was to read on the internet about how kids deal with grief and especially the death of a parent. One of the main things from all the information I read stated that kids need to feel safe because they feel incredibly vulnerable, not fully knowing what is going to happen to them. I have been talking to Dylan about this since before Teresa died and our job was to continue to reinforce that he is safe, loved and cared for unconditionally.

The other thing is to listen to the child and let them express their concerns, answer their questions and listen to their stories. Explaining what is happening with the funeral, what to expect and let them play a role if they want. Most of all, be there at all hours to support them, love them and help put the emotions into words.

Tommy wants me to arrange grief counseling and one of his tasks this morning is to get referrals for me in the area so we can get that in place right away.

Everyone handles loss differently and grief comes in waves and it is said that grief follows five stages – denial, anger, depression, bargaining, and acceptance. I think that yesterday Dylan was in denial and not really focusing on it. I find when he is busy and engaged, he can function. Something set him off this morning, but I don't think he is at anger yet and I hope to have him in counseling before he does.

I was rubbing his back and he was calming down. I was trying not to annoy him with incessant talking but was trying to let him have his cry but wanted to be with him, touch him, remind him he is not alone and is deeply loved and cherished by his new family and friends.

"Walt, when will we have the funeral?" he asked.

"We will know more today; Ricky has been organizing that for us and the funeral home is to call me today to make arrangements. I will let you know when they call and you can help plan everything. We need to make sure it is how your mom would want it," I said.

"Thanks, I want to sing for her. She loved it when I sang and I want to do that for her one last time. I have been to funerals before where people read from the Bible and tell stories about the person who died, but I don't think I can do that without crying and I don't think mom would like it anyway. I know she would love to hear my voice one more time," Dylan said.

"That would be wonderful; she would love that. Let's do that and I will make sure we hire a pianist to accompany you. Do you know what song?" I asked.

"Her favorite song was 'Wonderful World' by an older singer named Louis Armstrong. She used to sing that to me when I was a baby and stopped everything whenever it came on the radio, or she heard it playing in a store or something. I kind of know it, but I am going to need to practice it," Dylan said.

He seemed to be snapping out of his gloom and was excited about doing this for his mom. I guess the experts are right, being involved in the planning helps!

"I will get the lyrics and download the track for you tonight. Ok?" I said.

"Thanks, Walt, I love you!" Dylan said and hugged me tightly. We held the embrace and I rocked him and rubbed his back for a few more minutes until Randy found us and asked if we were ready.

"You bet we are star boy," I said. "Let's go, Dylan."

With that, we all moved off the balcony to where Ali was waiting with the audition backpack that we always take with us. It contained snacks, some makeup, a brush, toothpaste, toothbrush, mouth wash, a few little books, some small toys, an iPod touch loaded with music and videos and The Actors Bible, a handy guide book for actors.

"We are leaving for the audition everyone," I loudly announced.

One by one everybody hugged Randy and told him to break a leg. Apparently, Tommy had warned everyone to not say good luck as in acting superstition, that is bad luck, so tradition holds that when you want to wish an actor good fortune, you tell them to break a leg.

The four of us left the suite and headed out and to the rental car. Hollywood Studios at Disney World is, for now, also a working studio where they produce TV and movies. Not much happens there now except some Disney Channel shows, but when it opened, they shot popular sitcoms, films and lots of other productions there. Over time, it became impractical to shoot there and most productions returned to Hollywood, Vancouver and Toronto.

The show that Randy was being called back for was a Disney Channel show called 'Precocious' about a super smart kid that faked being normal to stay in a regular school with kids his own age. It was a simple idea and the script I read was hilarious, so I thought it could work. Randy is in the running for the lead as the genius kid, Simon. Disney was planning on shooting it exclusively here at Hollywood Studios and, Markus told me, they are already building sets and have cast all the adults. The chemistry auditions today are to work with the various child actors to see what combination of actors have the chemistry that will complement one another and with the locked adult cast.

We arrived at the security gate of the backstage entrance and showed our ID's and we were admitted, parked and walked towards the cast entrance. Markus was waiting at the front door for us with a huge smile.

"Hello Furman family plus one," Markus called out as he bends down to Randy's level to give him a big hug. "And who is this handsome gentleman," he asked, looking at Dylan.

"He is my new brother, Dylan," Randy beamed.

Markus smiled and looked at me with a look of confusion, "New Brother?" he asked.

"We are adopting Dylan; I will explain later. It is not a quick story," I said.

"Amazing. Ok, I have got us a room to meet, follow me," Markus said.

We followed him into an unused dressing room that was used as a meeting room. There were handwritten notes on the walls and photos of actors taped up with real and character names written on each. Dylan noticed Randy's photo and two other boys with the same character name written on them. He quietly pointed it out to Randy.

"Randy, the Disney folks are super impressed by you, and they have told me that if you succeed today, I am betting you will, they want to package you as one of their star kids. You are probably familiar with other kids, and they all sing and dance in addition to act in their shows. People like Zac Efron, Miley Cyrus, Hillary Duff, Selena Gomez, and so many more," Markus explained.

We all were getting super excited. Randy took it in like it was just another Thursday. Dylan's mouth was dangling open and was stunned.

"I have been talking to the casting director, and she has tipped me off that it is your role to lose. That means that they have already decided that the role is yours as long as you perform well today and hit it off with the adults that have been cast already. They will cast the other kids around you if all goes well," Markus explained.

"Cool. So, is there singing on the show?" Randy asked?

"No, they want to package you to sing in other shows, at the parks, records, and concerts with other Disney artists. You are super cute, and the girls are going to love you and the folks here know it. So, are you ready to become a star?" Markus said.

"Sure, I guess," Randy answered.

Now, I know Randy was playing it cool on purpose, but his 'whatever' attitude was getting a little annoying. Inside, he was cheering and doing virtual cartwheels, but he thought this calm demeanor was … cool.

"Randy, if you walk in there with this attitude, you are not going to lock this. You need to show the director and the casting director that you want nothing more than this. That this is the most exciting thing in the world and that you would do anything to get the job! Can you do that?" Markus said with a pleading look in his eye.

"Sure," Randy said again.

We all just stared at him and he finally broke, he got out of his chair and started jumping around and cheering like a maniac. Dylan joined him and they were both bouncing off the walls excitedly.

"Whew," Markus exclaimed. "That is what I was looking for! Let's hear your song."

Randy started to sing 'I Just Can't Wait to be King,' and he paused at the first Zazu part and looked at Dylan. He got the hint and sang all the birds parts, and they both hammed up the finale. I watched and had flashbacks of their naked bodies and little boy penises flapping around like earlier today. I was getting aroused and shifted, so it did not show in my shorts.

"And who is your agent Dylan?" Markus asked.

"He is not a professional," I responded.

"Well, I am at his service, that was brilliant! He is a natural like his little brother," Markus said.

"Let's get Randy the gig today and we can discuss that later," Ali said. "After today, how long before they make a decision?"

"I am betting you will know before bedtime," Markus said.

Dylan had not really heard or truly understood the question about the agent; he and Randy were busy making plans for his looming superstardom.

It was 10:55 and Ali suggested they sign in with the receptionist, so they know Randy was ready when they are.

We all left the room and went to the reception desk and saw several of the other young actors milling about nervously. Ali went to the counter and let them know that Randy was there.

Just as she finished, the door to stage 3 opened, and a pleasant-looking young lady came out with a clipboard, Mickey Mouse Ears baseball cap, a walkie talkie and a headset.

"Hi guys, I am Rebecca ad I am the first assistant director for today's chemistry read," she announced.

She said that as she called names, that the performers should head into the studio and wait for her. She went through the list and ended up calling Randy last. As he was about to head into the studio, Ali bent down, hugged him and said, "Have fun sweetie. I will be out here when you are done. Love you."

Next, I bent over hugged my boy and said quietly in his ear, "Whatever happens today, you are still a star in my eyes. Do you best and have a blast! I love you so much."

Watching him go in that studio all alone was emotional for me this time. He has done it a hundred times before, but today seemed different. All the talk of him being the next Disney kid had me both excited but very worried as well. Randy high-fived Markus and Dylan and was on his way through the door.

Rebecca looked around before she closed the door and saw Dylan, walked over to him and said, "Sweetie, what is your name? I don't have anyone else on the list."

"He is not reading today, he came for the ride to drop off his brother, Randy Furman," Ali said.

"Oh man, Randy is cute. Hey Dylan, do you want to come in and watch?" she asked.

Dylan looked at Ali and me and asked, "Can I?"

"Sure buddy," I said, and Dylan sprinted to Randy. I saw them high five again and Randy looked super happy that Dylan was coming to watch, the door closed and all the parents took seats, took out phones or books and sat looking nervous and bored.

Markus asked to speak to Ali and me once more, and we accompanied him to the dressing room again.

"So, is Dylan interested in performing? With that voice and his incredibly cute good looks, I think he could do well and I would love to work with him and represent him if that is of interest," Markus said.

We explained the Dylan story to date and said we would talk to him tonight. Markus said he is staying over for the night to deal with the contract for Randy he was sure was forthcoming and could talk to Dylan later tonight or tomorrow. Ali went back to the room to sit with Markus and I headed back to the resort to meet up with the others.

I arrived back at the hotel suite and used my key card to let myself in. As soon as the door closed, a man walked around the corner holding a naked Aaron by the arm in front of him. Aaron had been crying, and he had duct tape over his mouth and around his hands behind his back.

I did not recognize the man and he said nothing but just glared at me impassively. Aaron's eyes were pleading with me to help him.

"Aaron, are you hurt?" I asked in a panic. Aaron shook his head to indicate that he wasn't.

"Who are you, and why are you doing this?" I addressed the man. He did not respond to me but instead spoke a couple of words in what I recognized as Russian.

"Hello Faggot Lawyer," Alexi said as he walked into view with a roll of duct tape in his hand.

Chapter 24

I felt a surge of panic as I processed what I was seeing and felt my sympathetic nervous system kick my fight or flight response into gear, and the fight was the order of the day.

"If you harm that boy, I promise I will kill you, Alexi," I said, a statement that I had never imagined would come out of my mouth. "You need to let him go now. Anything between us has nothing to do with this boy," I hissed.

"Mister brave lawyer with big threats. I came to talk to you, and this cute little boy opened the door totally naked. No adults … nothing. Anything could have happened to him, and I am sure the authorities would be interested in why you are keeping naked boys in your room by themselves," Alexi snarled.

Aaron was squirming and crying and shaking his head, trying to tell me something. And what is Alexi talking about alone? I know Rob and Ryan were going swimming, but where is Tommy? He was supposed to be here until I got back. This makes no sense at all.

"What do we have to talk about?" I shouted as my heart raced and my fists balled up, ready to lash out.

Alex noticed my reaction, grabbed Aaron away from his toady and yanked his arm up, clearly causing the boy distress.

"I suggest you calm down because if this boy gets hurt, it will only be because of your reaction," Alexi said. "Let's all have a seat, and we can discuss a proposition that I have to make to you that could address both our … what shall we call it … mutual interests?"

I had no real interest in discussing anything with Alexi, but I had to de-escalate in hopes that Rob or Tommy would show up soon and help me put an end to this.

"Fine, please be gentle with Aaron, he is scared and crying. Let me go to his room and get him some shorts or something to wear, this is dehumanizing," I asked.

Alexi grunted a few words in Russian to the toady, then looked at me and said, "Go with Grigori and get your boy toy something to put on."

Alexi guided Aaron into the living room as Grigori followed me into the room that Aaron and Ryan shared. I looked around for clothes and realized that the only thing I can find is a too small pair of tighty whitey briefs that came with the boy from the motel. I grabbed them, headed to the living room, and went to Aaron to help him get them on.

"Are you sure you want to cover up his cute little cock. Maybe you want to give it a little suck before you tuck it in. Must be hard for you to do this, huh, Walt?"

I was trying to ignore Alexi and pulled up the white Fruit of the Looms. I had to pull them around his bubble bum a bit as they were a couple sizes too small. As I pulled, Aaron winced and pointed down with his chin. I pulled out the waistband and realized I had trapped his scrotum between his legs, and it must have hurt. I reached in and pulled up his little sack and penis to form a cute small package that protruded from the front, allowing his maturing boyhood some room instead of the default for little guys of just settling wherever in their briefs.

"Are you done jacking off your little pet?" Alexi said sarcastically.

I reached in, gave the boy a hug, patted his back, and then sat back a bit and glared at Alexi; "So, what is your proposal," I said.

"It is so simple, it is beautiful. You are aware how much Dylan's grandparents left him, right?" Alexi asked.

"Yes, but be can't access until he is an adult," I reminded him.

"This is true, but it can be used to take care of him in the event of the death of his mother," Alexi said.

"Here is what I propose. You give me one million dollars, I withdraw my adoption applications and support yours. You get your little boyfriend all to your perverted self and Grigori and I go back to Russia, and you never have to see me again. I know you have the money and you can simply recover it from the boy's trust fund over time. It won't really cost you anything," Alexi proposed like he had just offered me the deal of the century.

"And if I don't agree," I asked.

"Oh, Walt, why do we have to go there. It's a win-win for both of us!" Alexi responded.

"But I do. The lawyer in me wants to do a full risk analysis. You clearly believe you have something to bargain with besides abandoning your hopeless adoption petition," I asked.

"How about a visit from the police for all the Russian kiddie porn that you have accessed and downloaded on your laptop? And of course, there is also this."

He showed me a picture of me with my hand on Dylan's penis on the Friendship boat a couple days ago on a small camera he had in his pocket. It was pretty clear and there was no doubt what the picture showed.

"There is no kiddie porn on my computer, I don't know what you are …" and stopped in mid-sentence as I glanced at the laptop set up on the dining room table, I saw it was on and on the screen was a very graphic photo of young blonde boy with an enormous adult penis jammed in his mouth.

"I'm guessing you guys have filled my hard drive with tons of that stuff from the internet," I said, already knowing the answer.

I do not own or look at child pornography as I know so much of it involves abuse. In fact, I don't like photographic or video porn at all. I do take a couple pics here at there for my own consumption, but I do not share, put it on the net and I have military-grade encryption securing the few I do have. The porn on the computer was not traceable to me through my ISP. I am sure as it was downloaded to my computer over a public WIFI connection.

I quickly realized I was screwed. The photo alone is massively problematic, but child porn is FBI level trouble. I was rapidly coming to the realization that I was going to have to make a deal.

"Just curious, how did you get that photo?" I asked.

"You see Grigori here was trailing you the whole time you have been hanging around with Dylan," Alexi said.

"Why would I make a deal with you? Even if I agree, you could just make more copies of the picture and report the porn on my computer," I asked.

"Walt, I am not an unfair man. I am a man of my word. The kiddie porn came from a USB drive and is timed to upload to the internet. We can delete it before that happens and it never happened. And I will give you this camera that is full of nice photos of you and Dylan and your other faggot friends. You could destroy it or keep it and wank off to them. This one is pretty sexy huh," he said as he showed another pic from the same Friendship Boat series.

At that moment, I looked over at Aaron and noticed he was having trouble breathing. I reached for him, grabbed at the duct tape and Grigori stopped me.

"He's turning blue, you have to take the tape off or he's going to die if he can't breathe," I shouted.

Grigori looked at Alexi, then he nodded his head and Grigori pulled the tape off. Aaron was gasping for air. I reached over and held him as he gradually normalized his breathing. Nobody made an effort to stop me. Slowly Aaron's color returned, and he calmed down. Suddenly his body stiffened, and he seemed to recall something.

He screamed, "Walt, they killed Tommy! He's all taped up and in a closet in Ryan's room!"

Alexi grabbed Aaron by the throat and yelled at me to sit back down. Aaron was terrified and he was peeing in his briefs in terror as he whimpered.

"Fuck, he pissed on my suit," Alexi growled and threw Aaron's body across the room.

I saw stars and had had enough. I balled my fist and punched Alexi as hard as I could in his groin from a sitting position, allowing me to punch up to make the most efficient use of force on his balls. Alexi doubled over and fell to the floor. Grigori lunged at me, and I was able to use the ball of my fist as I rose to jam up and into his nose, making a sickening crack and a rain of blood poured out and he went to the ground as well.

As I tried to tend to Aaron, Alexi grabbed my ankle to try and get me to the ground. I yanked loose and stomped on his crotch as hard as I could, which caused him to again howl in pain as he was doubled over and whimpering.

Just then, the door opened and two Disney security officers followed by two Sherriff's Deputies followed with sidearms drawn. One officer was Charlie Nash, one of the officers who had come to arrest Rob yesterday and was friends with Tommy, the other cop an older officer.

I yelled at them that Tommy was tied up in that room and maybe hurt. I dashed over to where Aaron lay unconscious –the Disney Security handcuffed the two Russians who were both conscious but totally out of it and the Deputies raced into the room to find Tommy.

I gently tried to wake Aaron and he did not respond. I checked his breathing and pulse, and both seemed normal. I checked his body for outward signs of injury and saw nothing.

I looked up and saw Tommy walk out of the room under his own power and the two deputies took charge of the Russians. Disney Security and Tommy came to where I was with Aaron. Tears were streaming down my face in fear that Aaron was severely injured and for what he had been through.

One of the Disney cops radioed for emergency medical assistance and I heard the deputies reading the Russians their Miranda rights.

"These fuckers are going to need an ambulance too," the unknown officer said. The Disney cop relayed the message.

Just then, Ricky came flying into the room. "Dad! What happened here?" Ricky yelled.

The unknown cop was Deputy Daddy! "What are you doing here, Richard?" the Deputy asked.

"These are my friends I told you about. You are helping with the funeral for… I think that guy's wife," he said, pointing at Alexi.

The EMT's arrived with a stretcher piled high with gear.

"The boy first," one of the Disney cops ordered.

They went to Aaron and started to check his vitals, examine him and try to wake him like I did.

"What is his name?" The EMT asked.

"Aaron," I responded. "He's 11."

"Aaron sweetheart, can you hear me?" the lady EMT asked.

Aaron started to move slightly.

"Don't move honey, we are going to look after you. Can you stay stiff for my friend and me here?" the EMT asked.

"OK," Aaron mumbled. I started bawling; Aaron was alive and ok.

Tommy came and hugged me. As we were in the embrace, I whispered to him, "My computer is on the table over there and there is a tiny camera on the coffee table. Can you find a way to get and hide them, or better yet destroy them? Don't ask questions, just do it please, it is really urgent."

We released each other and I went to Aaron while Tommy went over to his friend Charlie who was performing basic first aid on Grigori while they awaited the EMT. I watched as he sat on the chair and blocked the view of the coffee table from the officers. He leaned into Charlie and asked if he was going to be ok and as he did, he palmed the tiny camera, slipped into his pocket and then pulled out his phone just for extra cover for why he was rooting around his pocket.

I watched Tommy and my eyes darted around the room to see if anyone else noticed and he was in the clear.

"Your buddy sure did a number on the clown's nose. It is shattered!" Charlie exclaimed like he was impressed. "Once we get these guys shipped off to the hospital, we are going to need statements from both you and your lawyer friend," Charlie said.

Alexi was still out of it and not in a position to talk or make any sense. Grigori was in pain and responding to commands, but his inability to speak English made it impossible for the officers to get any information from him. They would have to wait until they were finished at the hospital until he could be interviewed.

Tommy stood up and wandered over to where the medics were working on Aaron and watched what was happening.

***

Aaron was awake now, but inconsolable. His sobs were heartbreaking and the EMT's were poking and prodding to make sure any injury was superficial. They finally moved him to the gurney and pulled it up so it was easier to administer aid.

"Hey sweetie, I need to pull off your underwear now, ok. They are all wet anyway. I need to check your privates out, too," Aaron nodded in the affirmative. The EMT turned to me and said, "Sir, do you have any loose-fitting shorts or maybe pajamas we can put on him?"

I went into the bedroom again and found a package of underwear that Ali had bought that were still in their packaging. Ugh, more tighty whities. I went back to where Aaron was now calmer and quickly answering questions for the EMT's.

"Aaron, I need to finish checking your body and I am going to be checking between your legs, including your testicles and penis," the female EMT said.

"They didn't hurt me there," Aaron said.

"I know sweetie, but we have to fully examine your body due to how you were thrown. You look like you have no injuries except some bruises, but we won't know until we finish the exam."

"OK, I was just curious. I'm not a shy boy, so go ahead." Aaron said.

We all laughed. I handed the lady the briefs and took the wet ones to put in the washing machine right away. I glanced over at the table and the computer was gone, as was Tommy, and I breathed a big sigh of relief. Moments later, Tommy reappeared through the front door and came over to where we were all gathered around Aaron.

The EMT probed Aaron's pelvis with a gloved hand and told him to say if anything hurt. He remained silent. She spread his legs and when she pushed up on his taint, I saw his eyes flutter and his little penis start to lengthen.

"Still no pain, Aaron?" she asked.

"No," he replied.

Just then four more EMT's with two stretchers arrived and the deputies directed them to their patients. They performed similarly, but much less thorough, checks on the Russians and whisked them up on the stretchers. Alexi was still clasping his groin and was incoherent. The EMT's working on him had removed his pants and had a sheet draped over his modesty. One EMT was doing vitals while the other was examining Alexi's genitals and whistled.

"Guys, you have got to see this," and he lifted the sheet and the other two EMT's looked and were aghast. "Hey Deputies, you want to see what it looks like when your nuts get stomped?" and he again lifted the sheets. Rickey's dad chuckled and Charlie turned green and had to look away.

"Doesn't look like he will have kids. He might want to consider a sex change, those boys are toast," Ricky's dad said and the EMT with the sheet laughed and replaced it.

"Not much I can do; he needs to see a urologist immediately. We need to transport now; time is of the essence," the examining EMT said and he and his partner buckled Alexi in and headed off with Grigori close behind as a high priority for transport.

Meanwhile, Aaron's testicles were being checked by the EMT and the effect was clear to see as his penis was getting stiffer.

She looked around and said, "Perhaps we can give the boy some privacy."

Aaron said, "It's ok, everybody has seen my boner already. Let'em watch," everyone except the lady giggled at that, but everyone but I and the male EMT left the area.

"Bunch of pervs, watching me examine this boy's privates. What is wrong with people?" she muttered, and per partner and I exchanged glances and rolled our eyes.

"Hey buddy, how are you feeling," I asked?

"My, shoulder hurts but my penis feels really good right now," Aaron said.

As he was saying that, the female EMT was checking his now engorged penis. I thought it was weird that she would have to do that, but as Aaron made that remark, she released it and pronounced him ok for release. She looked totally frazzled by the comment but said that we should have him checked out in a couple days by his GP and that we should get some Children's Tylenol as he was going to have some pain in a few hours from the bruising.

"So, I don't have to go to the hospital?" Aaron asked.

"No, pal, you are good to go," I said.

"Did you kill those men?" he asked.

"No, but they're going to the hospital and are going to be in big trouble once you tell your story to the police who are waiting to talk to you," I said.

He hopped down off the gurney and winced at the pain in his shoulder but recovered quickly. He motioned for me to bend down and he hugged me.

He used that as a chance to whisper, "I shouldn't talk about the pictures that the bad guy talked about. Or any sex stuff, too, right."

"If you could forget all of that, it would be great. I hate to ask you to lie for me," I said.

"It's ok, Walt," Aaron said.

"No, it's not Aaron, but I really appreciate you understanding this is important at the moment," I said.

Aaron turned his head and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you for the best two days of my life, Walt!" he said.

"You are one strange little dude and I really think you are amazing," I said.

Just then, Aaron saw Tommy.

"You aren't dead! I am so happy to see you aren't dead!!" Aaron squealed and he wandered over to the deputies who were writing extensively in their little black notebooks.

"What a strange little boy," Tommy remarked after the odd comment by Aaron.

"You don't know the half of it," I replied.

Ricky was back and announced we were moving again to the Presidential Suite down the hall. The main suite has two massive bedrooms, and you also have the 2-bedroom suite that is next to it.

"Holy cow, thanks, Ricky. You are a miracle worker," I said.

"It all boils down to collecting favors and Disney's insistence on doing what it takes for people to have a good vacation and to recover from disruptions. This is the stuff we do best. We call it sprinkling pixie dust," Ricky said.

Ricky's father, who was snapping photos for his report said, "Gonna need a lot more than pixie dust to clean up this blood. And son, can you cover up your dangly bits please."

"Sorry, Officer." Aaron said.

He went and found his new pair of tighty whities and slipped them on. The fit was much nicer than the ones he had on earlier. They accentuated that beautiful bum of his, and he simply looked adorable.

***

We all sat around the dining room table with the Deputies and the Disney Security going over all aspects of the story and we were answering questions in excruciating details.

"Looks like our Russians are going to be facing a lot of charges that will get added to the ones they were already facing. I can't see them being free for a couple decades. They are truly the scum of the scum." Ricky's dad said.

I was so happy because none of us had to lie about anything. I imagine when Alexi mentions the photos and the child porn, we might have to fib a bit if they believe their stories at all.

As we were finishing up, Rob and Ryan walked in wearing their swim gear and towels.

"Looks like somebody had a party and didn't invite us!" Rob said.

"Long story, go pack, we are moving down the hall to the Presidential Suite," I said.

As I was about to start to organize the move, my phone rang and I answered the call from a very excited Alicia.

"Walt, you are not going to believe what is happening here. You've got to come back right away," Ali said.

"I was thinking of saying the same thing to you," I said.

"Huh? Are you coming?" Alicia asked.

"Never mind, yeah, I will be right there."

Chapter 25

"That was Ali on the phone; she needs me to go to the studio right away. She said something is happening. Can you guys move us to the new room so I can head over and see what is going on?" I asked.

"I am not staying here!" Aaron said as he was rubbing his wrists where the duct tape had been.

"Don't you think you need to take it easy to recover from what just happened? Tommy and Rob will take care of you until I get back," I said.

Aaron launched himself and wrapped his arms around me and said, "I don't want to be here, I want to go with you."

Ryan tried to offer to play with him or take him to the pool, but Aaron was resolute.

"OK buddy, go get some clothes on, I need to get to the studio right away," I said, giving in to the boy.

"You need to come to my room with me, I am scared to go in there," Aaron insisted.

I was getting annoyed, but hid it as the poor kid has been through enough already. I really needed to deal with his trauma, the room change and talk to Tommy about the camera and laptop computer, but Ali had made it sound urgent that I get there right away.

I followed Aaron into his room, turned on the light, and realized that this is where Alexi and his minion had bound and gagged him. The roll of tape used on Aaron was still on the bed, along with a large and scary knife. I did not touch anything as it was a crime scene, but I distracted Aaron so he would not see it again.

I just realized that the police did not really do any sort of investigation at all, which seemed odd and disturbing. Perhaps the plan was to come back once the police dealt with Alexi and Grigori at the hospital, but I was disturbed by how they were handling it. Without careful attention to detail, those creeps could end up being acquitted of the charges they were going to face.

"Walt, can you come in here?" Aaron called me into the bathroom.

He had not gotten dressed yet and was standing, still clad only in his white Fruit of the Looms, in front of the mirror looking at the bruises on his face, wrist and the entire right side of his body.

Aaron reaches down in his underwear, pushed out the band to look inside and touched his scrotum with the other hand.

"My balls are starting to really hurt," he said as he winced, even gingerly touching the little orbs. "And will these marks all over my body go away?" he asked.

"I am so sorry this happened to you, buddy. Yea, they will go away in a few days. We will grab some Tylenol in the store downstairs for you to help with the pain," I said as I gently rubbed his back.

His one hand was still in his underwear, and it appeared he was unconsciously stroking his penis as he was talking to me after having examined his bruised boy balls.

"Did they do anything else to you before I came back?" I asked.

"The Alexi guy asked me if you or anybody here touched my privates," Aaron said. "I told him 'no' cause I know that we would get in trouble if I said yes," Aaron said.

There it was again, a kid having to lie about consensual sexual activity to cover for me. It made me feel terrible and all I could do was say a quiet, "Thank you, Aaron," as I looked away from him in shame.

"Then he pulled off my underwear and started to look really close at my penis, balls, and bum. He said that he wanted to see for himself," he said and suddenly realized he was masturbating himself. Removing his hand from his briefs left a cute little tent.

"He was really rough with me and hurt me at first as he spread my bum and grabbed my balls to look at them closely. Then he started to rub me as if he was enjoying it. I didn't want to, but I got a boner. I didn't like what he was doing, but my penis got really hard. He laughed and called me a fag for getting a stiffy when a guy was rubbing me," Aaron said.

"I started to cry and asked him to stop. The other guy said something in another language and then pushed Alexi's hand away from my penis. He looked like he was not happy about what Alexi was doing to me," Aaron said.

I decided that we had to call the police and make sure this new information was adequately reported and investigated. I did not have time now, but when we get back from the studio, I needed Tommy involved to make sure this bastard gets what he deserves!

"Anything else happened?" I asked, afraid of what else Aaron would reveal.

"Alexi had a little camera and took naked pictures of me. My front, my bum, up close on my penis, my face, my body. He rubbed my penis again to get me hard, and he took more pictures. He finally stopped when he heard the front door open. He quickly pulled up my underwear, and the other guy dragged me to the door when I saw you. When he pulled up my underwear, he did it so hard it crushed my balls, it really hurt, and it is getting worse now. Are they bruised?" Aaron asked as he pulled down his briefs to show me.

I bent down, lifted his half-hard little boy penis to see, the scrotum looked OK, but I assume any bruising would be to the testicle itself.

He got hard in my hand immediately, "Mmmm, I like it when you do that because you are gentle and I want you to. I didn't want that man to touch me there, and he was so rough with my balls," Aaron said. I released his penis and gently pulled his briefs back up and gave his cotton-covered little package a loving pat.

"That other guy really hurt my arm too when he dragged me to the door," Aaron said.

My eyes were teary as he told the story. This poor kid has had a hard life, and it seems to keep getting worse. I felt so bad for him, I just wanted to hold him and comfort him for a couple of minutes. I reached down and picked him up in my arms like a baby, sat on the bed, and rocked him.

"Aaron, it breaks my heart that such a sweet little boy has had so many bad things happen to him. I promise you that I am going to make sure that things get better starting today. You deserve to be loved, protected and cared for and I am going to make sure that happens," I said as I rocked this precious child in my arms while I quietly wept, overwrought with emotion.

Aaron had tears in his eyes as he listened to me. He turned his small head, buried it into my chest as I ran my fingers through his hair, and continued rocking him.

Tommy walked in and said quietly, "I heard everything. I have already called the Sheriff. They are coming back to take statements and gather evidence and document everything. They have asked we leave everything as is and not move our stuff until they clear the scene."

"Thank goodness, I was wondering what was happening. The police just left, without investigating, those scum bags would be acquitted for lack of evidence," I said.

"No, I think they had it under control. There is another deputy at the door guarding the room to preserve the scene. I talked to him after I called my contact at headquarters," Tommy said.

Aaron wanted me to put him down now. He got on his feet, smiled at me, and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you, Walt. You saved my life today, and I am so happy about what you just said to me," Aaron whispered and then straightened up, rubbed his sore testicles again and started to get dressed.

"Hey Walt, can I talk to you for a second?" Tommy asked.

I got up and walked to Tommy just on the other side of the doorway so that I did not leave the room and freak Aaron out.

He pulled the little camera out of his pocket and asked, "I guess we want the police to see the pics of Aaron, but we need to delete the other pictures on here, right?"

"Have you seen them? Are they problematic for me?" I asked.

"I would say so," Tommy replied as he showed me one of me masturbating Dylan on the Friendship.

"Leave it to me; I have a program on my computer to delete all traces of files. I will take the card and permanently delete all the bad pics. I will also renumber the ones that came after so nobody notices any gaps," Tommy offered.

"You are amazing. Can we do that on my computer too?" I asked.

Tommy looked a little sheepish and said, "We could, but I panicked and reformatted the hard drive. Everything is gone," he said. The look on my face must have told him that I was not pleased. "The good news is that Windows is reinstalling now!" he said cheerfully.

"Ok. Well. Um. I guess you had no choice … so thank you," I responded, careful not to make Tommy think I was not grateful. He reacted quickly and saved my hide so I would simply have to suck it up and get to work restoring everything tonight.

***

"I'm ready Walt; let's go see Dylan and Randy!" Aaron said as cheerfully as if nothing had happened. As the boy walked ahead, I could tell he was not comfortable, walking bowlegged. What a trooper. Fortunately, the medics pronounced him fit and just bruised, but I could tell he was going to be uncomfortable as the day wears on.

"I have everything under control here. Ryan and Rob are checking out the other suite. You guys get going and come back with some good news," Tommy said.

I was assuming that Ali's call was bad news, but I instantly cheered up realizing that it is just as likely that it is good news and Randy is doing well or even already got the part.

Aaron and I headed down to the car and made it to the security gate at the studio in a matter of minutes. We passed through, parked and entered the reception area.

There was a young man at the desk who looked up, smiled and said, "You must be Randy and Dylan's dad. Go on into the studio. Go through both sets of doors and turn right and walk down the hall into the light."

We entered the studio, and as we opened the second set of doors, we heard what sounded like live music playing. It sounded like a small band, and I heard a man singing "The Bare Necessities" … a voice I recognized but couldn't quite place. As we walked down the darkened hall, I heard Randy's voice singing in response as I rounded the corner and saw a few musicians on the piano, bass guitar, a sax, a small set of drums and a trombone.

There was a gaggle of people gathered around, and as I got closer, I realized that they were watching Randy, Dylan and Roger Reinhardt performing together. I knew I had recognized the adult voice; Reinhardt is a legend on Broadway and in film musicals. He was dancing around with the two boys as they sang their hearts out. Dylan was now singing with Randy as they bopped around the studio floor. Reinhardt got on his knees, and the boys stood on either side as the three of them sang the closing lines of the song together.

Look for the bare necessities

The simple bare necessities

Forget about your worries and your strife

I mean the bare necessities

That's why a bear can rest at ease

With just the bare necessities of life

With just the bare necessities of life

All three ended with their hands extended as if to doff their caps to punctuate the song in the finest vaudeville traditional.

The crowd erupted, and all three hugged and high fived. The gaggle of 50ish people said, 'MORE!' The three consulted, and then Reinhardt called over to the studio band and said, 'You Got a Friend in Me.' The sax player put down his instrument and picked up a clarinet and the familiar opening bars of the famous theme to Toy Story started up. The three sang it 'almost' perfectly, as the boys did not know the words as well as the previous song, but Reinhardt helped and it almost seemed to be part of the act.

I spotted Ali and went over to stand with her. She saw me and had the biggest smile I'd ever seen and had happy tears streaming down her face.

"What is going on," I asked.

"Just listen and I will explain after! Aren't they amazing?" she said, and we both just stood there and watched and enjoyed.

"I can't see," Aaron said, pulling my arm.

I had almost forgotten he was there. I hoisted him up onto my shoulders and heard him wince as his sore balls struck the back of my neck, but fortunately, he quickly recovered.

The song ended and the applause rang out. The three performers bowed and a loud buzzer sounded. The Assistant Director announced through a megaphone. "Lunch is over, let's get back to work," and everyone scurried around to their respective positions. Some folks, clearly parents of some of the other actors, left the studio.

Randy saw me and came running. I put Aaron down on the floor and Randy jumped into my arms and Dylan came in for a hug from Ali and Aaron.

"Boys, that was unbelievable!" I said.

"That is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life," Dylan said as he beamed happiness.

"Can you guys teach me to sing like that?" Aaron asked.

"You got it, Aaron!" Dylan said.

Just then, Reinhardt walked over and shook my hand.

"You must be the dad! These are two incredibly gifted performers," he said.

He tousled Randy's hair and said, alternating looks between both of them, "If they don't hire you, they are nuts."

"Thank you, Mr. Reinhardt, this has been such an honor, hasn't it boys?" Ali said.

Randy wanted down from his hug and both he and Dylan hugged Reinhardt and said, "Thank you sir, that was so much fun. I hope we can do it again."

"Same here, I had a blast. Now if you excuse me, I am needed back in the ADR suite. We will see you around, I am sure!" he smiled and headed out of the studio followed by the band that had been packing up while the six of us had been talking.

***

Markus was waving us over, and the 1st AD walked up and escorted Randy and Dylan to the set as we followed Randy's agent out of the studio and back into the little room we met in earlier that day. Aaron was quiet and in awe of all he was experiencing.

"So, that was wonderful, but how did that happen?" I asked.

"From what I understand, Mr. Reinhardt was asked to come over to hear Randy sing the Lion King Song he prepared for. As the crew cycled the scene, he sat with Randy, worked with him, and carefully listened to him sing. Randy said that we should listen to Dylan too, who was in the studio watching. He came over and sang for him as well. The buzzer sounded and the AD announced lunch on her megaphone," Markus explained.

"Reinhardt asked if he could sing with them since it was lunchtime. They eagerly agreed, he came out to the waiting area and asked who was with Randy. Ali and I came forward and he asked us to go into the studio, and he would be right back."

"He and the studio band came back in and they set up. The band started playing 'I Just Can't Wait to Be King,' and the boys sang perfectly. The crew and other actors started to gather, and when they were done, they applauded and asked for more. Reinhardt suggested 'Hakuna Matata' and all three sang. They ended up singing six or seven songs before lunch ended," Markus continued.

"It was unbelievable Walt. I wish you could have been here for the whole performance."

"It was magical," Ali said.

"So, where do we stand on the audition," I asked.

"Now, that is interesting. I was talking to the Casting Director as the performance was taking place and he alluded that Randy was going to get the role before they even started today. They just needed to confirm the synergy between the other actors. With the musical performance, I think that seals the deal, but nothing is final until I get the contract," Markus explained.

"I don't think my heart can take it! The suspense is too much," Ali said.

"Looks like Dylan is having fun too," I noted.

"Right, that is another thing. Dylan has been asked to read for a smaller role on the show but thinks he is just helping and, in fact, it's an impromptu first audition. He is a natural actor and they love his look. I can tell you after the performance at lunch, I am pretty sure I will have a new client!" Markus said.

Ali squealed with joy. Aaron was jumping around as if he had won something.

"OK, let's all calm down. I have been at auditions with Randy before where I heard similar things, only to be disappointed later. Let's temper our expectations and be calm," I said.

Everyone calmed but still looked super excited.

"I am going to step out and check in with Marisol at my office. I will see you shortly," Markus said and left the room.

I was so excited and happy about this, but as Markus left, the events that took place back at the resort returned to my memory.

Aaron and I filled in Ali and she was horrified. She grabbed Aaron, hugged him, and bawled her eyes out as they embraced.

"What have I done getting you involved in this crazy situation? Why does life have to be so fucking unfair?" Ali stated, then looked at Aaron and said, "Sorry Aaron, I should have said darn."

"You can say fucking around me. I know fuck, shit, damn, cunt, ass, bitch and many other words. My mom and her friends say them a lot," Aaron said.

While wildly inappropriate, Ali laughed and said, "Good to know Aaron, but lets you and I make a deal to not repeat any of those words, OK?"

"Even Ass?" he asked. "That is a bad word and an animal," Aaron said.

"Well actually so is bitch. It is a bad word and the word for a female dog," I said.

"Not helping Mr. Dictionary," Ali said as she shot me a glare.

"OK, so we can still use those words when used correctly to describe animals. Deal?" Ali said.

"Hmm, what about damn. That is a bad word and beavers makes two. Oh, and beaver, which means a lady's …" Aaron said, and I cut him off.

"Forget I said anything. Let's just agree to limit swearing," Ali said.

I was having a hard time controlling my laughter at this conversation but gladly changed the subject.

"Ok, I am going back to the hotel. Aaron and I will take a cab back and here are the keys to the rental so you and the boys can head back when this is wrapped up," I suggested.

I arranged a cab with the receptionist and as soon as we all exchanged kisses and hugs, the cab was there, and we were off to the resort. As Aaron and I sat in the back of the cab, Aaron moved over to sit right beside me. He took my hand and placed it over his crotch.

"My balls really hurt, can you rub them?" Aaron asked.

I looked at the positioning of the driver's mirror and the position of the seat and realized he was unable to see anything unless he turned his head. I moved my hand to the waistband of Aaron's shorts and started to push in with my hand and lightly rubbed his balls through the fabric of his briefs.

He then whispered, "Skin please," and with that, I moved my hand in his underwear and took a gentle hold of his little boy testicles and lightly stroked them in my hand.

I was feeling incredibly guilty as my penis went rock hard and I felt my heart race in excitement. Here I was being asked to give comfort to this little boy that was essentially raped a few hours ago, and I was popping a boner and getting horny.

Just as that thought was about to kill my libido, I felt Aaron's penis go rock hard against my hand above where I was massaging his bruised boy balls. I looked at Aaron, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was open. He lightly moaned, clearly enjoying this even more than I was.

He whispered to me, "Rub my dink, please."

I looked up again at the driver's mirror to make sure he was not paying attention, and he was totally focused on the busy and winding roads.

"My balls are too sore, and rubbing my dink will make me feel good and forget the pain," Aaron reasoned in a quiet whisper.

I moved my hand to grasp the hard-little nail, and I was carefully masturbating him as to not jostle his testicles or create any telltale movements that could tip off the driver. I kept my eyes straight-ahead and impassive as I manipulated the velvety soft skin of Aaron's penis. I pushed back his foreskin and lightly teased his glans, which made him squirm a bit.

I enjoyed feeling every millimeter of his boyhood, took, and played with his foreskin as I replaced it over its head. The skin was impossibly soft and warm and feeling it was causing me to leak pre-cum into my briefs. I continued to stroke him as we passed through the resort gate at the Magic Kingdom.

I could see we only had a couple minutes left, and if sensing that he whispered, "I am getting my tingles … keep going."

His penis throbbed in my hand and I could feel his body shake and quiver as his dry ejaculation overtook him. Unfortunately, he winced in pain as his testicles flexed and were sucked into his body as they were rehearsing for the real thing when they would release their contents to mix with his seminal fluids to produce the fan-favorite liquid ejaculation. His little dick pulsed four times as part of the 'dry run' for the real thing. He seemed to be purring and had a big smile on his face, and his eyes closed.

"You ok buddy?" I asked, withdrawing my hand as we approached the security gate of the Contemporary.

"Yea, it was fun, but my balls hurt when I finally had my … you know," Aaron whispered.

"Sorry buddy, they are bruised and it will take a few days for them to heal. You should take a warm bath to help heal them faster. Maybe even go in the hot tub," I said.

"That's $12.25 sir," the driver said as he came to a full stop and the door attendant opened the door for us. I reached up and handed the driver $15.00, and told him to keep the change. He thanked me and then winked at me. That wink freaked me out. Was he just being nice or did he know what had happened in his back seat? Good Lord, I was drawing conclusions from a simple friendly gesture. There is no way he saw anything. Maybe he heard something. I was being paranoid but made the conclusion that I have taken too many risks on this trip, and I needed to be much more discreet.

***

We took the elevator and went to the Presidential Suite; Rob answered the door, and I asked him to watch Aaron while I went back to the other suite to assess the situation. When I got there, the police were back, and they were taking pictures, measuring distances, taking evidence, and putting them into little bags. A man in a suit was sitting with Tommy and was taking notes in a little black book. Tommy called for me to come over and he introduced me to Detective Bhatia.

"I have known Derek ever since I started with the Agency, he is a good guy and is going to make sure those pricks go away for a long time," Tommy said.

Detective Bhatia asked Tommy to step away so he could talk to me privately. I explained everything that I knew and saw. I also told him about my discovery of the sexual abuse of Aaron and he wrote everything down in his notebook.

"I saw nothing on the paramedic's report about sexual abuse. I am not sure Aaron said anything about it. They checked out his genitals and noted the bruising, but they attributed it to when he was thrown," he said.

I explained what Aaron later recounted to me and Bhatia scribbled furiously in his book.

"They took naked photos of him too," I said.

"Yes, I have the camera and the card in evidence. Tommy pointed that out," Bhatia said. Even though I knew Tommy took care of the other photos, that still made my stomach lurch.

"What do you think will happen to Alexi and his associate?" I asked.

"Right now, Alexi is sedated as you did a real number on his manhood parts; by the way unofficially 'good job' and his brother Grigori speaks no English, so we are waiting for an interpreter. I think between these charges and the ones he is facing back home, he will not be seeing freedom for a long time. In fact, he may not even be tried here as both brothers are fugitives from Russia. It seems the brothers Petrov had a thriving child prostitution business back home, and they really want them back. If it were my decision, I would pay the airline ticket to send them both again, as their system of justice is slightly more punitive than ours. Besides, it would spare a lot of pain to the boys Aaron and …" Bhatia paused as he looked at his notes.

"Dylan," I helped him.

"Right, Dylan Butler, the stepson," Bhatia said.

"Where is Aaron, I need to speak with him too," Bhatia asked.

"He is in our other room. He is pretty freaked out by everything; can I be there for the interview?" I asked.

"I am sorry, no. But Tommy as his CPS advocate will be," he said.

"I will take you there and let you in," I offered.

We got up and Tommy, knowing what was next, joined us. I used my key card to open the door and as it began, I heard footsteps and a door slam. As we walked in, we witnessed Aaron and Ryan, both naked on the floor. Aaron was sitting on Ryan's chest and had his arms pinned to the floor, a position that Ryan could have flipped in a nanosecond if he had wanted to. Both boys had erections but were clearly not having actual sex but just wrestling. The scene made my heartbeat; those boys were so damn cute I wanted to join them.

I cleared my throat as they were behind the couch and had not seen or heard us enter the room.

"Aaron and Ryan get your clothes on right away," Rob bellowed at them as he was emerging from the small washroom to the right.

"Both boys looked confused at Rob's reaction. Ryan went to the washroom where his dad previously had emerged from and closed the door. Aaron's clothes were on the couch and he started to dress.

"I am sorry Detective, boys seem to have no shame," I said.

"Tell me about it. I have twin 9-year-old boys and sometimes I think I need to staple the clothes on them to keep them dressed," he said, and we both laughed.

Tommy had a scowl on his face directly aimed at Rob, as he instinctively knew this was his doing.

"I am sorry, I don't know who you are," Bhatia said, looking at Rob.

"Detective Bhatia, this is Captain Robert Masters. He is a friend but was not in the room when the incident took place," Tommy said.

Bhatia turned to Aaron, who, like boys do, was struggling to put on his t-shirt at the time.

"Aaron, I am Detective Bhatia, Tommy and I need to ask you some questions about what happened. Can the three of us go somewhere private?" he asked and looked at me.

"Oh yeah, Rob, Ryan and I will leave you guys alone, we have to pack up the other room as soon as your colleagues are done," I said and the two of us headed to the door, stopping only long enough to extract Ryan from the washroom, now dressed in way-too-short shorts and a t-shirt that exposed his midriff.

I looked at Ryan in shock and then looked at Rob and shook my head disapprovingly. He just smiled and waggled his eyebrows.

As we approached the other suite, the officers and technicians were just leaving, and the Sergeant in charge gave me a list of the evidence they had collected and asked me to sign it to acknowledge they were taking the items into evidence. The camera and the SD card were on the list, but no computer.

"We are releasing the scene back to you now; you can pack up your stuff. Sorry for the mess," the officer said, and he followed his team to the elevators.

Rob, Ryan and I packed up all the rooms and had all the suitcases ready by the door to move to the other suite when Bhatia was done with Aaron.

"This sure hasn't been much of a vacation for you has it?" Rob said.

"No, not really. It has been life-changing for my family and me and for the boys. However, you know what; I think that everything is going to work out and perhaps through the trauma, goodwill will come for my family and my new family. And the bonus is that I have made some new friends as well!"

"New friends? Anybody I know?" Rob said.

"You are an incredible goof, you know that right," I said.

"That's Captain Goof to you, mister," Rob said.

"By the way, what was going on in that room? I heard your feet scurrying into the washroom and the door slam. Also, most people wear their t-shirts with the graphics on the outside," I said, pointing out that his shirt was inside out.

"Joey … Do you like movies about gladiators?" Rob asked.

"Shirley you can't be serious," I replied.

"I am serious, and stop calling me Shirley," Rob said.

Of course, an airline pilot would know the punch lines from Airplane.

"OK, I guess you aren't going to tell me, but Aaron will likely spill the beans," I said.

***

As we waited, a Disney cleaning crew came wearing hazmat suits. They asked if we minded if they started cleaning and we said we would be gone shortly. The crew began to stream in, it seemed like dozens of people, and they came armed with bottles, rags, vacuums, mops, and a carpet-cleaning machine. They all went to their tasks with the efficiency that only a Disney cast can display.

Moments later, there was a knock on the door, and it was Tommy and Aaron. "OK we are done, let's get moving."

We moved over all the luggage and supplies from the Vice-Presidential Suite to the Presidential. Once complete, Aaron and Ryan declared they were hungry, and everyone agreed to head down to the Contempo Café for a late lunch. Rob had to leave to have his meeting with the Sherriff and Judge, so Tommy and I were now watching Ryan.

I texted Ali for an update and she responded that there had been no news or breaks for her to get updates. She said she expected to be there until 5 or 6PM. I let her know that we had completed the room change, told her about the police investigation, the interviews, and that we were going for lunch.

We got in the elevator and Aaron was looking like he was not comfortable at all. His hand went down his shorts again as he moaned … and not the happy kind of moan.

"Buddy, you will not be able to keep your hands in your pants. Your balls are really bugging you, huh?" I asked.

Aaron removed his hand and nodded.

The doors opened, and I told Tommy to grab a seat at the café while I go to the Fantasia Market to grab some Tylenol or Advil. I was successful and bought a bottle of Children's Advil, ibuprofen, in my opinion, was better addressing that sort of pain.

I made my way to the Contempo and got Aaron his medicine. They had ordered the food, so I went and added my choice to the order – a hot turkey sandwich. As I got back to the table, I noticed Aaron had his head on Ryan's shoulder as they sat on the bench seat. He appeared to be napping. I sat in the chair opposite the boys beside Tommy.

Tommy was engrossed with the Orlando Sentinel and I just watched the boys. Ryan had one arm on the table, and the other draped, it appeared, on Aaron's lap. Then I saw it, Ryan was moving his hands and Randy gave a very slight 'mmm' sound. I didn't want to duck down and look, so I took my phone and discreetly held it under the table and pointed the camera at the boys. I pulled it up and looked at the picture, and sure enough, Ryan's hand was down Aaron's shorts. I did not want to make a scene or do anything to draw attention, so I just turned the phone around and showed Ryan. He blushed and stopped.

Aaron, still with his eyes closed, quietly said, "Don't stop Ryan; it was making them feel better." Ryan nudged Aaron, his eyes opened, and I showed Aaron the picture. Aaron looked at me in terror. I mouthed 'not here' and he slumped on his seat and had a pout on his face.

I know this boy's testicles are hurting, but his preoccupation with getting people to touch him and his constant need for sexual stimulation seemed a little excessive even for a normal horny, pubescent boy. He was absolutely using his bruised balls as an excuse. Frankly, not that Ryan would need one. I am willing to bet that none of the boys would need to be coerced to give a nice slow wank to his friend on demand and, it seems, anywhere.

The food came and everyone dug in. Even Aaron cheered up as he scarfed down his pepperoni flatbread. We decided to hop on the monorail and pop over the Magic Kingdom and get ice cream for dessert at the Plaza Ice Cream Shop on Main Street. We all had Annual Passes, so it was easy and quick.

When we got there, Aaron was in awe. I just remembered that his first visit was only yesterday and he had only been there a short time before we had to leave to support Dylan when we got the bad news about his mom.

We wandered down Main Street taking in the sights and sounds of the park. We were taking our time just enjoying the stroll. Ryan on my left and Aaron holding my hand on the right. As we walked, we encountered one of the Streetsmosphere characters, the Mayor of Main Street USA. He told the boys that he urgently needed to form an Ad Hoc Committee and asked them both to be members. The boys looked confused, knew it was just a joke, but agreed and went along with it.

"OK, young citizen, you are the chairman," he said and handed Aaron a gavel and a sash that said, Chairman and helped him put it on.

"And you, slightly older citizen, are the Sargent at Arms," he gave him a sash with his title and a fancy hat.

"OK, committee, let's practice," he said, and they went through a hilarious mock vote. One of the other actors came along and she had a sash that said 'Committee Member.' The Mayor was not happy. The new character made a motion to impeach the mayor for popcorn tax increases. The gag went back and forth and a crowd gathered and roared with laughs.

They voted on impeachment and the Mayor was impeached. She nominated Aaron, the vote was 3 to 1 in favor, and he was elected. Aaron was beaming. The cast took back the props, gave Aaron a Mayor of Main Street ribbon, and gave all three of us a Fast Pass.

"That was fun!" Aaron said.

He was very proud of his ribbon. As we walked to the ice cream shop, more cast members kept saying, "Good Afternoon, Your Honor," and they gave a respectful head nod. We arrived at the Plaza Ice Cream Parlor and the smell was intoxicating! We grabbed menus and lined up.

It was our turn to order and all three of us picked the Plaza Sundae. The cast member at cash looked at Aaron and said, "Mr. Mayor, your money is no good here."

"But I don't have any money," Aaron responded.

Randy said, "That means your ice cream is free."

"Oh, cool. I like being the mayor!" Aaron said. We all laughed, and the cast handed over our sundaes, Aaron's with an American flag on the top.

We found seats outside at a small table, enjoyed our sundaes, and were very excited to see it was time for the 3:00 parade! We moved to the street edge and had front row seats! Once again, Ryan was not excited to see the parade, but he changed his mind when he saw how incredibly excited Aaron was to see it.

We sat on the curb while we waited for the parade to start, Aaron jumped into my lap, and Ryan sat close.

"Can we go to Tomorrow Land when the parade is over?" Ryan asked.

"Yes!" Aaron squealed!

"Sure buddy, what do you want to do there?" I asked Aaron.

"The best ride in Disney, Space Mountain, and the most relaxing People Mover," he responded.

"I want to go to the Buzz Lightyear game too," Aaron said.

"Space Ranger Spin," Ryan added.

"Yea and the Monsters show," Aaron said.

"The Monsters Inc. Laugh Floor," Ryan again added.

"Wow, you know a lot about Disney World, Ryan!" Aaron said, in awe of his older friend.

The parade started, and Aaron could not stop pointing and giggling at the character and rides. His reactions were more typical for a younger child, and I was beginning to realize that Aaron really was a young 11-year-old. This seemed odd in light of the life he has led. Observing 12-year-old Ryan and comparing him to Aaron, there was quite a contrast.

"I want to get my picture with Mickey Mouse so I can give it to my mom," Aaron insisted, as he watched Mickey and Minnie on the final float.

"We can do that!" I assured him as we got up and started to move to Tomorrow Land; Aaron again holding my hand and Ryan sticking close by my side.

We walked through the main corridor of attractions and noted the wait time on the Monsters and Toy Story rides and decided to head to the TTA People Mover first as there was no wait. All three of us alighted the upward moving sidewalk to the loading area. The cast member ushered us into the moving blue cart. We sat and the door closed while the ride continued to move.

Ryan was sitting on one side, Aaron, and I on the other. There was nobody else on our vehicle. I recalled a few days ago, encountering Dylan and his mother on this very ride.

Ryan had spread out and sat with one leg on the seat and the other on the floor. I noticed that the way he sat, the leg of his shorts gaped open and on full display was his flaccid penis and scrotum. Both boys were paying attention to the passing scenery, while my eyes were observing the boy bits on full private display.

Just then, we entered Space Mountain and all went dark.

"I love this ride," Aaron exclaimed as the giant model of Walt Disney's original Epcot came into view. I put my arm about the boy and gave him a little side hug.

When we came out of Space Mountain into the light, I looked back at Ryan's wide-open pant leg and noticed that his previously flaccid penis was now rock hard. Ryan seemed like he hadn't noticed and just sat in the same position, watching the world go by.

"So, guys, I have a question. When I came to the new hotel room when the two of you were naked on the floor, what was going on?" I asked.

"My dad was showing us how gladiators wrestled, which is naked by the way, when he heard the door open, he raced to the washroom," Ryan said.

"Yea, then I whooped Ryan's butt," Aaron reported.

"So just wrestling? Anything else?" I asked. Now that I said that aloud, I realized I just sound jealous. Was I? What Rob and Ryan do was their business, but Aaron was my responsibility.

"Yup, just wrestling. No dinky games. It was fun," Aaron said.

Ryan laughed at 'dinky games' while he reached into his shorts pant leg and scratched his balls and looked right at me looking at his jewels. He smiled at me and squeezed his penis to give me a little show.

"Look Walt, Ryan has a boner!" Aaron squealed, pointing at the package. Ryan looked at Aaron and gave his erection a couple more squeezes.

"OK boys, this is no place for 'dink games,' there are cameras everywhere, and we will be at the end of the ride soon," I told them.

Both boys laughed at my use of 'dink games,' and Ryan shook and squeezed one more time before putting his leg down.

"Perhaps you need to fix yourself before we get out and everyone sees your pup tent there," I said.

Ryan adjusted his penis up and under the band of his shorts to collapse the tent. We were almost at the end of the ride and my phone pinged. I looked at the screen and saw the message from Ali and it said, 'Where are you?'

I responded, 'In Tomorrow Land. Any news?'

Ali replied, 'Meet me at the bottom of the stairs in front of the Magic Kingdom at 4:45. OK?'

I agreed and sent, 'Will do. What is happening?'

Ali simply replied, "See you soon."

I was concerned that not filling me in was a bad sign or possibly a delay in a decision.

***

"OK boys, we have an hour before we meet up with Ali and the boys, what shall we do next?" I asked.

"Monsters!" Aaron yelled.

"Sure, I'm good with whatever Aaron wants to do because this is his first time here," Ryan said.

We headed to Monster's Inc. Laugh Floor and queued for the next show. While we waited, I sent a text to Tommy, Ricky, and Rob to invite them to meet us at the castle at 4:30. Tommy and Rob confirmed, and Ricky said he was at work and would not be able to join us.

The doors opened and we grabbed seats in the theatre. The preshow was running and Buddy Boil was yucking it up. Suddenly, I was on the screen and the butt of Buddy's jokes as 'That Guy'! Aaron was in stitches the whole time, and I reappeared through the show. It was a first for me, and it was a riot. The theatre has had several attractions over the years, many lament the closure of The Time Keeper, which was a great show, but Monsters is just unique with the live interactive animated characters and audience involvement.

Aaron declared this the best thing at Disney, but as both Ryan and I have pointed out, he has seen so little so far that he should keep his options open.

We decided to try to get on Space Mountain before we had to meet everyone and headed over to, what I think, is the best ride at Disney World. The wait was a minimal 20 minutes, and by the time we snaked our way through the long walkway; we were being loaded in a space ship without having stopped walking.

I was a bit worried because as Aaron was taking his seat in the first place, he said he had never been on a coaster. This is a fantastic ride, but not a good first coaster!

"I wish we could sit beside each other so you could hold me down Walt," Aaron said.

"You will be OK Aaron, you are totally safe in the ride," Ryan, who was in the seat behind him, said, to reassure Aaron. I need to remember to tell Rob what a great kid he has and how he has been like a big brother to Aaron today.

The ride started, and all was great until the first drop in the darkness when Aaron screamed his head off. He sounded terrified, and I felt terrible that I had not worked up to this. I tried to call out to him that everything was OK, but the noise of the coaster and his screams made it impossible for me to be heard.

As the ride ended, I was preparing myself to comfort the terrified child, and as soon as the rocket stopped and the restraint released, I jumped up ready to hug the boy and calm him down. As I got out, Ryan and Aaron also got out at the same time.

I approached Aaron and he turned, saw me and said, "That was the best thing ever! Let's do it again!"

I was shocked; the screams coming from this kid sounded like he was being eaten by zombies, and apparently, those were screams of pure joy. Ryan joked that he had an earache from the noise.

"Boys, its's 4:30, let's head over to the castle and meet everyone else. I want to warn you that it does not sound like it went well for Randy from the way Ali texted, so please be supportive because he is going to be disappointed," I said.

"I know he is going to win the audition, don't worry Walt," Aaron said.

"You don't really 'win' an audition Aaron, but I know what you mean and hope you are right. Ali wouldn't tell me when we were texting, and that is unlike her," I said.

Ryan looked worried for his friends.

We walked to the castle in silence and approached from Fantasy Land through the castle. Aaron held my hand as we made our way to the bottom of the steps.

"Mickey!" Aaron squealed as he saw Mickey, several casts and a photographer at the bottom of the steps. The cast members were keeping fans at a distance behind a rope that had been set up. As we approached, I saw that there was a podium and a man in a suit was waiting there.

We arrived at the bottom of the steps and moved to one side so that our party could spot us and we didn't get caught up in whatever was happening.

As we waited, Rob and Tommy came strolling up and joined us.

"Where are Ali and the boys?" Tommy asked.

"Not sure, it is almost 4:50. I'll text her and check," I said.

I noticed that Aaron had moved closer to see Mickey, Ryan followed. They stayed behind the line. Mickey saw Aaron and then Ryan and waved them over and gave them, and only them, high fives. That was odd, I thought, as I was composing my text to Ali, I got one from her that said, 'Go to Mickey.'

I motioned Tommy and Rob to follow me, and we approached Mickey on the guest side of the rope. Mickey acknowledged me, shook my hand, and guided our party to the podium side of the line where Mickey was.

A small crowd was gathering and before I could process what was happening, the parade Grand Marshal's car was moving towards us, and in the back seats, I could see Dylan, Randy, and Ali. The boys waving madly.

As the car pulled up behind us, I noticed the Disney Channel t-shirts that both boys were wearing. I think I clued in as to what was happening and my heart started racing. Two white gloved casts opened the door of the car and helped Randy, Dylan, and Ali out as Mickey stood by to hug each of them as they emerged.

Randy and Dylan both spotted us at the same time and started to wave excitedly at us. They took their position beside the podium joined by Mickey and the man in the suit.

As I looked around, I noticed that there were a few more photographers taking pictures and two TV camera operators with impressive camera rigs on their shoulders, focusing on the gathering from two angles.

"What is going on, Walt?" Aaron asked me.

"Let's listen and find out," I replied as I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him into my body. Ali walked up behind me and was beaming. She kissed my cheek, looped her arm through mine, and stood patiently.

***

There were about 250 people gathered around now, and the Disney announcer's voice boomed over the sound system, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, join us at the castle steps for an exciting announcement by Mr. Gerald Castro, President and Chief Creative Officer for Disney Channels World Wide."

Just then, Markus arrived, out of breath, clutching his briefcase and phone. The man in the suit stood at the podium and began.

"I am very pleased to stand here today in the shadow of our iconic Cinderella Castle and in the presence of our founder and inspiration, Walter Elias Disney and his pal Mickey," Castro said pointing out the partner statues of Walt and Mickey. "I would like to introduce two of the newest members of our Disney Channel Family, Randy Furman and Dylan Butler!"

The crowd cheered, Ali and I were crying with joy and Aaron and Ryan were cheering and jumping around. I looked back at Rob and Tommy and they were both teary-eyed as well.

Mr. Castro welcomed both boys up to the podium and they stood on either side. Two cast members handed them wireless mics.

Randy spoke first, "Oh my gosh, I am so excited. Thank you, Mr. Castro, and everyone at Disney for giving me this chance. I want to thank my parents Walt and Ali who are the best parents in the world and helped me so much to be here today. Thank you, mom and dad, I love you so much."

I was a mess; I gave a little wave and Ali blew her boy a kiss. We were both blubbering like fools, but it was my proudest moment. It was Randy's talent that got him there, but I felt this overwhelming sense of satisfaction for the work that Ali and I have put in to help him achieve his dream.

It was Dylan's turn to speak. "I am not sure what to say. Today has been a total surprise to me. I was just going to an audition to support Randy and next thing I know I have an agent, Hi Markus, and I was being cast in a show. Thank you, Mr. Castro and Mr. Reinhardt, for helping me today and to Mr. Reinhardt for singing with Randy and me… that was a lot of fun," Dylan said and the crowd that had swelled to 500 cheered.

"This feels like a dream; I wish my mom could be here, in person, to share it with me. You see, she died yesterday, and I miss her so much. I know she is with me now, so thanks mom for bringing me here on vacation. Thanks for being with me since I was a baby and most of all, thanks for helping me find Randy's dad, Walt Furman," again the crowd cheered.

Dylan was starting to lose it and Randy hugged him for a moment. He continued.

"I want to thank Walt and Ali Furman for being here for me, for being my new mom and dad and for loving me. Walt and Ali, I love you too, I am so blessed," he concluded.

Mr. Castro took the podium back and continued the announcement. "Randy and Dylan will be starring in a new Disney Channel show entitled 'Smart Alex' that will be premiering January 2016 in Disney Channels worldwide," he said.

The crowd again cheered, Mickey clapped, high fived the boys and Mr. Castro. That was either a different show than what Randy was preparing for, or they changed the name. Didn't matter to me, my two boys were officially Disney kids!

Castro continued, "Randy will be playing the genius boy Alex Jeffries and Dylan his average middle schooler best friend, Sam Scott. The show will introduce many new young actors and include some well-known adult performers in this hilarious half-hour comedy."

"Oh and there is one more thing, Randy and Dylan will be performing a new original Christmas song as part of the line-up for the Disney Christmas Day Parade on ABC, and before we wrap up this exciting announcement today, boys would you perform a song for our guests?"

Over the sound system came the opening of the iconic song 'When You Wish Upon a Star', both boys raised their mics to their mouths as they faced each other and sang like angels. It seemed like the whole park stopped as their voices rang out from the speakers. At least the speakers in the area of the castle anyway.

At this point, Rob and Tommy had their arms around Ryan and us and Aaron stood in front, as we listened and wept from happiness and the pure emotion of that song. Markus was busy filming the performance on his iPhone.

As the song ended and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause, Ali and I went to the boys, I picked up Randy and hugged him, and Ali got down on her knees and hugged Dylan.

The Disney announcer boomed over the sound system, "Thank you for joining us for this special Disney Channel Announcement and enjoy the rest of your day at the Magic Kingdom."

Mickey motioned for the rest of our group to join us by the podium, and Aaron and Ryan were next to hug, high five and generally freak out with the boys. Mickey again came to shake each adult hand and as he looked at me, I asked, "Is that you Rickey?" and Mickey gave me thumbs up!

Mickey went to the boys and had some time with them. The photographers took 100's of pictures, and the videographer documented the interactions.

I wandered over to Castro and stuck out my hand to shake his. He accepted it and he leaned in and said," Those boys are going to be stars, you mark my words, Mr. Furman. Their voices are incredible and they are natural actors. We are very excited about working with them for a long time to come."

I thanked him profusely, but asked, "Is this usual to make an impromptu announcement like this? Don't get me wrong, it was magical, but it seems out of the ordinary."

"Mr. Furman, this entire day has been out of the ordinary. My day started very normally back in my office in Glendale, and my team insisted I come to Orlando to meet my next Disney Channel Super Stars, so I hopped on a jet and here I am. Also, the boys' agent told me about all the upheaval today and over the past few days, and we thought this would be a much better memory for all of you to hold on to," Castro said.

He explained he had to leave right away, shook hands and said good-bye to the boys and off he went leaving our little group back together and wondering what was next.

***

Mickey, the cast, the ropes, and podium had all disappeared, and the park returned to normal. A bunch of tweens hung around watching us with their parents.

Markus joined us after grabbing Castro for a few minutes before he left. "Mr. Castro is flying me back to Cali on the Disney Corporate jet, so I have to head out. I will be talking to production tomorrow to nail down schedules, and we should have the contracts within a few days for you to sign," Markus said.

After saying good-bye and getting hugs from both boys, Markus went to leave and catch up with Castro.

"Mr. Markus," Aaron called him.

"And what can I do for you, little buddy?" Markus asked.

"Can you help me be on a show too," Aaron.

"Can you act or sing?" Markus asked.

"I don't know," Aaron said.

"Tell you what. Talk to Walt and Ali about it and they can set something up with your parents for us to meet for an audition."

"My momma is in jail and my daddy is dead," Aaron said, looking down at the ground.

I overheard the conversation and went over.

"Aaron, you and I can work it out. Let's talk about it tonight, OK?" I said.

He brightened up, thanked me, shook Markus's hand, and rejoined the boys again. Ricky walked up to the group and apologized for missing the excitement. He winked at me, as I knew he hadn't missed anything.

"I am off work now, and I took the liberty to make reservations at the Chrystal Palace for dinner. How does that sound?" Ricky asked.

We all cheered and headed off to enjoy a celebratory dinner. As we walked the short distance to the restaurant, kids kept stopping Randy and Dylan asking for their autographs. It was at that moment that I knew that our lives were about to change forever, but for now, I needed a buffet and a Diet Coke.

Chapter 26

(For a better understanding of this chapter, please read 'Mad For The Mouse' and also 'The Ursula Major' by this author, to get the full flavor of the installment.)

***

I could not believe what I was reading on my iPhone:

Dear Mr. Furman,

We have attempted to reach you by telephone and have been unable to get an answer and have left voice mail messages. As it is now the end of the day, we wanted to provide you with an update on Teresa Petrov's arrangements.

Mrs. Petrov's remains have not been released to us, and the medical examiner has not been able to provide any estimate of when it would be. Apparently, the results of the autopsy have shown evidence of an inconsistent conclusion between the cause of death, as reported by the attending physician, and the findings by the county coroner. They have determined that lab tests and medical history from her family doctor will be required, and, in our experience, it could delay the release 24-72 hours.

We are on standby to execute your wishes for Mrs. Petrov's final arrangements as soon as she is released to our care, and we recommend not making any service plans until that is done to avoid extra costs and emotional upheaval for her young son.

As always, we are available 24/7 if you have any questions or concerns.

Lavergne Zammit Funeral Director

It is only because Teresa was an out-of-state visitor that an autopsy was required at all, but she has been dead now 24 hours, and it seems so unusual and unseemly that it was going to take up to three more days to release her body. This is going to upset Dylan and certainly leave everyone hanging as we wait to get the funeral behind us.

"Walt!" Alicia said as she poked me in the arm with her hand. "Where did you go," she asked, annoyed that she had tried to get my attention twice before, and I was oblivious as I studied the email from the funeral home.

"Sorry, Ali, just something important at the office I had to read," I lied, as I did not want to discuss the news with everyone within earshot. I certainly did not want to spoil Dylan's special day.

"Now that Mr. Furman has returned, I just wanted to suggest that we head back to the room and get unpacked into our new space. Randy and Dylan need to change into something less formal, and then we can come back to a park in a couple of hours and have dinner and do some rides," Ali announced and everyone was either very happy with the idea or had no intention to push back as she seemed that she had already decided for everyone.

We all finished our last plates from the buffet, paid the bill, and started to stroll to the door. Everyone was stuffed, and perhaps the word waddle was more appropriate to use than walk, but nobody was in a hurry.

As we left the restaurant, there was a small cluster of kids waiting by the door, wanting autographs and pictures with Randy and Dylan. They had been at the announcement earlier and decided they would wait until after we finished dinner to accost the boys.

We all headed towards the resort, and I fell back a bit to talk to Tommy. I wanted to know if he had any thoughts on the news from the funeral home.

"It is rare that they hold the body for anything except a criminal investigation. Even when waiting for labs, my experience is that they release the body for the funeral," Tommy said.

"Yea, that was my feeling as well, but what could possibly be leading the examiner to suspect criminality?" I said.

"Let me make some calls to the hospital in the morning and see if anyone there knows anything," Tommy offered.

"You have already bent the rules and risked your job a couple dozen times in four days, please don't get yourself in trouble," I said. Tommy just smiled and said nothing.

We decided to skip the monorail and burn off more of our gluttony by walking to the Contemporary. Up ahead in our procession, Ali was alone and took a phone call as we walked. We were halfway across the bus bays between the hotel and the Magic Kingdom, and after flailing her left hand around a bit, she finished the call and slipped her phone into her purse.

Ali slowed her pace and allowed Dylan, Aaron, and Randy to catch up. She was noticeably slowing the procession, and soon everyone was walking in one group at a much slower speed than we were just a few moments before.

As we arrived at the front door to the hotel, Ali kept alternating between looking at her watch and phone. We entered, and Ali announced, "I want to go see what the pool looks like, and maybe we can come down later for a swim."

Tommy said, "I am going to head up the room, I will meet you there." I noticed Ali whisper something to Tommy, and then he said, "On second thought, I would like to see the pool too."

"What is going on, Mrs. Furman," I said to Ali.

"Nothing, what are you talking about," she responded.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a boy going up the escalator, and he was pointing me out to somebody already out of view. At a distance and having just come in from the bright day outside, I was unable to make out who it was. Perhaps he was pointing at someone else, and it was only my cute boy radar that had me looking.

"You are acting pretty strange, and I know you are up to something. It's as if you are trying to delay us from going to the room for some reason,' I said.

"Walter, your imagination is running wild. I just want to see the pool. You know how much I love pools, and she smiled at me and moved back to lead the group to the pool.

Her last comment was particularly off; because she does not like pools, much less love them.

"Can't we just go see the pool later, I have got to pee!" Randy announced to everyone.

"Me too," Ryan said.

Just as she was going to say something, her phone pinged. She took it out, thumbed the messaging app, and smiled at the text.

"Sure, let's go to the room now, and we can check out the pool later," she said, and she then led the group to the elevator lobby.

As we all entered the elevator, Mickey's voice made his cheerful announcements, and the elevator ascended on its trip to the 14th floor. I was studying Ali's face that was pasted with an 'I've got a secret' look on it. As the doors opened, it just dawned on me who that kid on the escalator was, and a pang of excitement ran through my body.

"Randy, can you run ahead and open the door for us," Ali said, handing him her Key to the World card. He ran ahead closely followed by his new partner in crime, Dylan.

Ali had her phone out, texted something, and stopped in the hall, causing everyone else to fall in behind her.

As Randy turned the handle and pushed the doors open, we all heard the scream," Surprise!" from the voices of Julia, Aaron, my father and mother, and another voice I could not immediately identify.

We all proceeded into the room, and my son Aaron Walter launched himself at me and Julia at Ali. My mom and dad were hugging Randy and Dylan. Looking beyond the four surprise guests was the fifth voice I could not identify … it was Donny!

I lost it at this point, seeing all the people I most loved in the world was more than I could take and I broke down in tears of joy. With Aaron Walter still attached to me like a human-sized parasitic growth, Donny walked to me and embraced me in a warm hug.

"It's great to see you," I said to Donny.

"You too, Walt. I am so excited about your move and Randy's success today!" Donny said.

Aaron Walter, still hanging from me, transferred to drape his 12-year-old frame on Donny. "Hi Uncle Donny!"

"Hey Junior W," Donny said while he squeezed the boy.

Junior W was Donny's nickname for Aaron; it was short for Junior Walter. Aaron was a clone of me, and many would often refer to him as Junior when he was younger.

Apparently, Markus, who felt that Randy and Dylan needed a party to celebrate the boys' success and his good fortune to be representing the new Disney Channel boy heartthrobs, instigated all this. It was exactly what his agency needed right now as he was well on his way to becoming the 'go-to' guy for tween and young teen boys in Hollywood.

Walt took a moment and introduced everyone to each other. There was a knock at the door and in walked Markus with an enormous file folder of paper.

"Boys and Girls, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Markus Rich, and I am the luckiest talent agent and manager in the world. I represent the two most talents boys in the world who, as of today, are on their way to becoming the next Disney kid stars – Master Randy Furman and Master Dylan Butler," Markus announced with great flourish.

A cheer when up. Aaron F, Julia, Ryan, and Aaron R all threw confetti in the air, making it look like a wedding. Tommy played Queen's 'We Are the Champions' on the sound system. Everyone gave the boys high fives, more hugs for all, and kisses from the grandparents.

Another knock on the door and Rob answered it. When he saw who was there, he simply pulled the door open wide and stepped aside. Ricky led a procession of Mickey Mouse, Pluto, Donald Duck, Chip & Dale, and Goofy into the room. Ricky walked into the room and got everyone's attention.

"Boys and Girls, Ladies and Gentlemen, a few of Randy and Dylan's fellow Disney Cast Members wanted to drop by and welcome them to the Disney family," and the characters marched in, Goofy barely clearing the ceiling.

The boys beamed and everyone was snapping pictures. I went over to thank Ricky for the pleasant surprise, and he motioned at Ali.

"It was all your wife and Markus. Getting my friends to drop by in costume was easy; they arranged the flights and orchestrated everything at the park and here in the room. They are amazing with the pixie dust," he said.

"They sure are," I said and stood back and watched the festivities.

Donny, having shed Aaron Walter from his body, joined me to observe the frenzy.

"So, what is the story with Dylan? Is he the latest Walt's Waif?" he asked with a knowing grin on his face.

"What makes you say that?" I enquired.

"Well, actually, Ali filled me in a bit when she called and ordered me to Orlando. I put together the rest on my own. It's kind of a cool story though… much more interesting and a lot more tragic than mine for sure," Donny said.

"This one is truly a waif. He lost his dad in Afghanistan when he was younger and his mom a few days ago. It is as if God put me in the right place at the right time to be able to help," I said.

Aaron Reid wandered over, looking perplexed, "Walt, having two Aaron's in the same place is too confusing. Every time somebody says Aaron, both of us look," Aaron Reid said.

"Hello there, cutie. Who are you?" Donny said while glowering at the boy.

"This is Aaron Reid. He is a new friend and will be staying with us for a while so that his mother can deal with some business," I responded.

"My mom is in jail. She is a drug-addicted hooker," Aaron blurted out in a matter of fact way.

I had not expected Aaron to refer to his mother that way, and I was stunned at his bluntness. Donny was still grappling for a way to respond. Aaron saw the look on our faces and explained before either of us could speak.

"My Grandmother always told me to tell the truth and face facts. Today you have shown me what real parents are supposed to be like, and I have decided that I have to face the facts about my mom," Aaron said.

"Aaron, you must have faith that people can change. Your mom needs help, and we are going to make sure she gets it. OK?" I said.

Aaron cheerfully nodded. "I do, but she has always been a mess… even when she was a kid herself. I hope she gets better, but I am done being poor and having to watch that mom doesn't go overdosing or get beaten up by one of her boyfriends."

Both men were still at a loss for words.

"Aaron, this is my dear friend Donny. I have known him since he was your age," I said.

"Nice to meet you, Donny. That's a name for a kid, isn't it? Shouldn't you be Don or Donald? "Are you gay? I am, and I have good gaydar. You must be gay. You dress and smell gay, and you are way too good looking to be straight."

"Aaron!" I said, shocked at his question.

Donny laughed, "It's OK, Walt. I am proud of who I am. Yes, I am gay, Aaron."

"Called it!" Aaron exclaimed as if he just won a video game.

Donny chuckled again and cupped Aaron's cheek, "I like you, Aaron."

"You like me or do you like-like me," Aaron said, and again Donny chuckled and ruffled his hair.

At this point, I was blushing and speechless at this new side of Aaron I was seeing. He was obviously becoming more comfortable with us and showing his real personality. I imagine his bluntness comes from the environment where he grew up.

Donny did not qualify his degree of 'like.'

Quickly changing the subject back to the issue of clarifying Aaron's name so that he and Aaron Walter could be distinguished. I called over Aaron Walter, and the four of us discussed a solution.

"Aaron Walter, Aaron Reid has said that the two of you are having issues sharing the same name. Do either of you have a suggestion," I asked.

"I have an idea, I will be Aaron the Elder, and he can be Aaron the Younger," Aaron Raid suggested.

Aaron Reid wrinkled his nose at that, "I am only one year younger than you."

"That sounds very medieval," Donny joked.

"Aaron Reid, do you have any nicknames," I asked.

"Yea, my mom calls me Mouse," Aaron Reid said.

"Is that because you like Mickey Mouse?" Donny asked.

"No, it's because my mom said I had balls the size of a mouse," Aaron said.

Aaron Walter doubled over in laughter. Donny and I looked at each other sharing a silent giggle.

"They aren't mouse-sized anymore, but they were. Want to see?" Aaron asked.

"No!" I quickly responded. Donny and Aaron Walter kind of shrugged as if they were curious and would have liked to see them.

"Do you like that nickname," Donny asked.

"I don't like why I got it, but I do like it," Aaron responded.

"Then, from this point forward, you shall be known as Mouse," I said with an official-sounding voice.

"Walt, can I ask Donny some questions about being gay? He is the first gay adult I have actually met," Mouse said.

I looked at Donny; he smiled at me and nodded his head.

"Sure, buddy, you two go and chat and get to know each other. Aaron and I will hang out with the others," I said.

Mouse took Donny's hand, "Can we go to your room so we can talk privately. I have lots of questions!"

"Aaron, I mean Mouse, maybe you guys can just stay here. I am sure Donny doesn't have a room yet," I said, trying to help Donny out and because I was concerned about what Mouse would do based on the sexual precociousness he has been exhibiting.

"Sure, I do, it is a couple door down from here. If it is ok with you, Walt, it is ok with me." Donny said eagerly.

I nodded my head silently, and the two of them headed out of the room with Mouse holding Donny's hand as if they were old pals. I should have warned Donny about Mouse and his sexual curiosity; being alone together in his room might not be a good plan.

***

Aaron and I rejoined the rest of the gang and enjoyed reconnecting and celebrating the big day. Everyone was getting along great, and Aaron and Julia fit in as if they had been with us from the beginning. Aaron was sticking close to his little brother and Dylan. Julia seemed smitten by Ryan and did not leave his side.

Ali and I finally had a few moments to catch up privately. I filled her in on Aaron Reid's new nickname and explained that he was with Donny. Ali filled me in on all of the organization she and Markus had done while waiting at the studio.

She booked three other rooms for the night on the same floor and Donny, as a senior Disney Cast Member, arranged for his own room. She and I would stay in the 2-bedroom Presidential Suite along with Julia. Dylan, Randy, Mouse, and Aaron would stay in the 2-bedroom lock-off suite attached to ours. Rob, Ryan, Tommy, and Markus would occupy our old room, the Vice-Presidential Suite. Mom and dad have their own studio room.

"You are a marvel," I said to Alicia in awe of her organizational skills.

"Takes one to know one," she replied.

Ricky interrupted to advise that the characters had to leave now, as it was the end of their shifts. We took a full group photo, and then they marched out the door with Ricky leading the way.

Ali updated everyone on their accommodations and handed out key cards. Everyone drifted off to his or her rooms with the understanding that we were to meet up for a late dinner and swim.

As soon as the hubbub quieted down, I excused myself to go and lie down for a few minutes, and I disappeared into the palatial master bedroom. The room was so large it likely had its own zip code. I stripped off my pants, slipped into the king-sized bed in my boxers, and thumbed through the news on my phone.

Dylan wandered in silently, stripped off his shirt and pants, crawled in the bed, snuggled up to me, put his arm around my torso and his head on my chest, and promptly fell asleep. I enjoyed snuggling with my boy and held him close while he dreamt of his new and exciting future… but without his mom.

***

Mouse and Donny sat at the dining room table in Donny's one-bedroom suite, and Mouse started peppering him with questions from the time the door closed.

"When did you figure out you were gay?" Mouse asked.

"When I was about your age, I started to figure it out, and by the time I was 12 years old, I was sure," Donny replied.

"When did you tell your mom and dad?"

"Actually, I didn't tell them. The parents of a close friend told them that he caught his son and me having sex when I slept over one day. That was the day that I finally realized that I was gay and also the moment that, at the time, I wished I could change or die."

"Were your parents mad?"

"Not sure mad quite covers it. My mom cried for weeks, and my dad actually threw me out of the house… I was 12 and he threw me out! If it wasn't for my big brother Mark, I am not sure what would have happened to me. He snuck me back inside until my dad calmed down. He eventually accepted it, and my mom stopped crying, but until the day I left for college, they treated me differently.

They refused to let me go to Church with them, saying that I was an embarrassment. My brother moved out permanently to take a job upstate when I was 13, and I felt abandoned and alone. Mark and Walt were best friends, and he arranged for Walt to be like my big brother since he lived and worked in the same neighborhood that I lived in. He saved my life."

Mouse looked shocked at this story; he had never told his mom and was now worried about what might happen when he did.

"Don't look so upset, Mouse, things are different now, and more people are accepting of gay people. The world is getting better, it is not perfect, but it is better than when I was your age, and it will keep getting better," Donny said.

"When you and your friend got caught by his dad, was that the first time you did sex stuff," Mouse asked.

"No, I had done, sex stuff, as you call it, for about a year at that time, but that was my first real crush on another person. His name was Jamie, and I was in love," Donny said.

"Hmm. I have never had a crush on somebody, but I have done some sex stuff," Mouse said and giggled nervously.

"Mouse, you don't have to rush yourself. Even to decide if you're gay or not. You are what, 10 or 11 years old, you have your whole life ahead of you. I didn't know for sure until I was 12 and only when I actually fell in love. Every boy likes to experiment with his penis and sometimes even with those of his friends. That does not mean you are gay; it just means you are growing up. Don't worry about a label just yet, take the time to figure it out," Donny said.

"But all I think about is doing sex stuff with boys and even men. I really don't like girl parts… they scare me. I get excited at the motel pool when I see cute boys swimming, but I am not interested in the girls, even when they want to play naked games," Mouse said.

"Maybe you are gay then, but gay, straight, bi or whatever, those are just labels. You need to decide what makes you happy and who you really are. Pick boyfriends or girlfriends based on who they are, not what is between their legs," Donny said.

"Donny, do you like boys too," Mouse said.

Donny was taken aback at that question. This conversation suddenly took a turn, and Donny had a feeling that this was a question that could lead to more than he had bargained for.

"Why do you ask that question, buddy? I mean, yes, I like boys and girls very much. If you are asking if I like boys sexually, I don't want to lie to you… yes, I do," Donny admitted.

"Really!" Mouse happily exclaimed.

"Yes, but that does not mean I have ever done anything with a boy since I was a child myself. I read fictional stories and enjoy thinking about boys, but the world hates men who love boys that way. My relationships have been with adult men."

Mouse got very silent suddenly, got up off the bench seat at the dining room table, walked over to the window, and looked out for a few seconds. As if he had decided something, he turned around and plopped down on the couch. Donny stayed seated at the table, wondering if he had freaked the boy out by his admission. Mouse remained silent and stared off into space.

Donny decided to break the silence and said, "Let's head back and see what Walt and the gang are up to."

"I like it here. Can we stay in your room for a while longer? I like talking to you," Mouse said as he kicked off his shoes and socks.

"You stopped talking suddenly, so I wasn't sure. What else do you want to talk about," Donny asked with a nervous tremble in his voice.

"Do you have kids," Mouse asked.

"No kids or even a boyfriend right now. I am so busy at work; I don't really have any time for a relationship."

***

It had been about thirty minutes since Donny and Mouse left, and I was feeling guilty about not warning him about the boy and his perpetual state of arousal. I decided to text him.

"I should have warned you that Mouse is perpetually horny, and I have no doubt will try and get you to do something sexual with him. Just FYI, until yesterday, he lived in a one-room motel with a prostitute mother and was exposed to all sorts of sexual situations."

Almost immediately, the response came back,

"I am starting to see that now, but I can handle an 11-year-old."

Walt responded, "That is what I thought back in 1992 in France… LOL. Be careful."

Mouse had stretched out on the couch with one leg flat and the other bent at the knee and splayed open as if he was trying to get Donny to look up his pant leg.

"When you were a kid, did you ever do sex stuff with an adult," Mouse asked as he started to swing his bet leg back and forth trying to draw Donny to sneak a look.

"I don't really feel comfortable answering that, Mouse," Donny said in a voice that was perhaps a bit too cross sounding.

Mouse sat up and looked startled.

"I am sorry, I am asking you too many questions," Mouse said, and Donny could see tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Hey, it's ok, buddy," Donny said as he stood up and moved to sit beside the boy. "I am just not comfortable talking about specifics about my sex life with a young boy," Donny continued.

Mouse sat there with a dejected look on his face. Donny, not really knowing this boy very well, didn't feel he could just hug him to try to make him feel better, although every instinct said that he should.

"Do you want to head back to Walt's room now, or still hang out here," Donny asked.

In a small voice, Mouse responded, "Here please," he paused and then said in the same voice, "Don't you like me?"

"Mouse, I don't really know you yet, but you seem like a very nice boy. And you are really very cute too," Donny said, mentally kicking himself for the cute comment.

That was grammar school code for telling somebody you have a crush on them. Donny was concluding rapidly that the assurance to Walt that he could handle an 11-year-old boy was utterly untrue.

`You think I am cute?" Mouse said in an excited voice. "Check this out," Mouse continued as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Mouse was rubbing his hand over his slim torso and chest to show off his body to Donny.

"Yes, you are a very handsome and fit young man, maybe cute was not the right word," Donny said.

Mouse took Donny's hand, placed it on his tummy, and moved it in circles for him. Donny was starting to enjoy this. Touching Mouse's belly sent shivers up and down his spine, gave him butterflies in his stomach, and made his heart race.

"Mmmm, that feels nice. Does it feel nice to you too," Mouse asked while still directing the willing hand in widening circles that now covered the entirety of Mouse's tummy and chest.

Donny simply nodded and gulped, knowing that this was the opportunity that he had dreamt of for so long, but had resisted. He took over control of his hand and continued to stroke Mouse's tummy and chest. Mouse lay down on the couch, and Donny didn't miss a beat and continued to rub with his hand and sometimes trace with the tips of his fingers, giving Mouse goosebumps from the feelings.

Mouse was lying on the couch, clothed only in a pair of shorts and his underwear. Donny continued to stroke the little boy before him as if he were in a trance.

"Take my shorts off," Mouse requested.

Donny, trembling, complied and put his fingers under the elastic waistband of Mouse's shorts, and pulled them down. Mouse raised his bum so he could get them over his bubble-like butt. He continued and pulled them off his feet and tossed them to where Mouse had dropped his shirt earlier. Mouse, now clad only in his white cotton briefs.

Donny sat staring at the near-naked 11-year-old before him and clearly saw a very stiff penis pointing towards Mouse's head tightly ensconced in the boy's undies.

"Please rub me some more," Mouse said.

Donny stared at his little feet and rubbed each foot and between each tiny toe. Donny had never been intimate with a young boy, since being a child, and he marveled at how new and fresh every part of Mouse's body was. Holding a foot in his hand, he noted how soft they were and that there was not a mark or blemish to be seen.

As Donny continued to massage and feel every inch of Mouse's body, he lifted each leg, feeling the developing muscles beneath the surface while enjoying the smoothness of his hair-free skin. He wanted to touch him with his lips and lightly kissed his lower calf up to his knees.

He explored each knee and loved the feel of the backs and as he massaged there. Mouse moaned and smiled at Donny, clearly enjoying the attention. The front of Mouse's knees were soft, but not as much so as the rest of his legs. From the very light and faded marks, it appears that the boy had had a few scrapes there over his 11 tender years. Donny once again bent over and kissed each knee causing Mouse to shiver and giggle.

Donny put both of Mouse's legs flat on the couch and stood up. He bent down and lifted the boy lovingly in his arms. Donny raised his arms, put them around Donny's neck, and buried his face in his throat.

Donny carried Mouse to his bedroom, where the bed had already been turned down for the night. Donny lay him on the bedsheet and then pulled the sheets the rest of the way down. Donny stood and admired the gorgeous boy before him for a few moments. Mouse stared into Donny's eyes as the man devoured his body.

"Is what I am doing ok sweetie? We can stop anytime." Donny asked.

"Yes, it is, I have never felt so nice before. Can you keep rubbing me?" Mouse asked sweetly.

Donny got on the bed beside the boy and continued where he left off working on his thighs. Mouse spread his legs widely, giving Donny more access, and was clearly displaying his arousal under the now tightened cotton briefs he was still wearing.

He kneaded each hairless, blemish-free thigh up to the hem of his briefs, but not beyond almost as if he was intentionally teasing Mouse. In fact, he was trying hard to not assume that the boy wanted sexual contact. When he started out, Donny was earnestly trying to resist, but his resolve had broken down, and he desperately wanted to unwrap the package that was laid before him.

Donny finished up on Mouse's thighs but enjoying the smoothness by rubbing his cheek against it. As he did this, he got a good whiff of the boy's scent, and it was intoxicating. It was a combination of the Disney H20 body wash that he loves so much, mixed with a very slight smell that he could not identify, but he figured that it was the smell of young boy sweat. Both odors infused with the essence of clean, fresh skin that brought back sweet memories of Jamie so many years ago.

Skipping over Mouse's brief covered boy parts, he started the massage again, above where the waistband of his Cat & Jack boy briefs started. He grazed his hand in circles over Mouse's tummy, starting with large ones and getting smaller until he reached the perfect cute innie belly button. He had a thought of what an artist his mother's obstetrician was to tie the most picture-perfect navel he had ever seen.

He rubbed his hand back and forth over the little indent and gradually ended up with a single finger that lightly poked the glorious tummy crater. Mouse was whimpering at this point; the feelings were so intoxicating to him.

"That feels so good, Donny, don't stop," Mouse whispered.

Donny bent over and stuck his tongue in and licked and kissed around his little navel and tummy. Mouse hand his hands on the back of Donny's head and was trying to push him down to pay attention to the hard tube that was jutting from its cloth enclosure. Donny held his ground and would not go any further south.

Mouse's penis was flexing in his briefs as if to hypnotize the man who was pleasuring this little boy's body without even acknowledging that the best parts were right there and ready to sample.

Donny moved further north and decided to pay some attention to the boy's arms and hands. He started massaging his palms and stroked each dainty finger using lewd looking masturbation style stokes that were lost on Donny as his eyes were closed as he basked in the feelings.

Donny moved to his little arms and noticed the first sign of hair. Not really hair, he realized, but more like the fuzz on a peach. Donny used his lips and cheeks to feel the light downy fur. Moving up his arm to his elbows, he spent time rubbing the crook of his arm. As he did that, he felt the boy's heart beating through a pulse point there.

Donny closed his eyes and just felt the beat of his heart pounding through the artery in the back of his elbow. The beat made Donny feel like he was part of this boy, and it was that moment that he fell in love. Feeling his heart beating was almost as if an electrical connection was established between them. He sought out more heart beating and put his ear to the boy's chest. Tommy was overwhelmed with emotion as he heard and felt that rhythm of life we all share.

Donny lifted his head and resumed massaging, this time his chest where he gazed upon the two tiny little nipples. They were raised slightly from the stimulation of his hand rubbing back and forth over them. He felt his chest and traced each rib with his finger. Mouse arched his back, and his penis was again flexing in his briefs.

Donny bent over, kissed each nipple, and sat up to gauge the boy's reaction. Mouse mewed like a kitten, and Donny went back down, licked and sucked each boy nipple causing the moans to get louder, and included some serious panting.

Donny moved down the center of Donny's chest, over his stomach and appeared to be heading to the prize package when he stopped at his briefs, sat up and said, "Flip over sweetie, time for the other side."

Mouse flipped onto his tummy and Donny's breath was taken away. The rise and fall of the boys back and cotton-encased bum were art. His body would inspire Michelangelo. Donny was transfixed and Mouse was concerned that Donny had fallen asleep.

"Why aren't you doing anything?" Mouse asked.

"Mouse, you are simply so beautiful, I was just taking it all in," Donny replied.

Having memorized every square inch of this boy god, Donny started to touch him again, starting with fingers tracing his spine from waistband to the base of his skull. Donny's hands spread out to massage his entire back. He gave the boy a light, but a good massage that served to relax the boy even more than he was already.

As Donny was working on Mouse's lower back, he spotted the same downy fur covering the area and disappearing before the waistband of his briefs. Donny leaned in and applied butterfly kisses over his entire back, down his legs and on the soles of his feet. Mouse giggled at the sensation.

Mouse was now thrusting his pelvis, and penis, into the mattress. Donny noticed that one hand had clearly disappeared under his body in the approximate area of his boy bits. Donny could see little fingers between the boy's legs.

Suddenly, a noise disturbed the scene as his phone buzzed with a text message from Walt. "You have been a long time; shall I assume that you are doing more than talking? Dinner in 20 minutes. Meet me in my room."

"How are you doing buddy," Donny asked.

"I feel yum yum yummy!" Mouse said with a giggle. "Please take my underwear off," Mouse said as he continued to grind his parts into the mattress, and his other hand had now retreated to his groin too.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Donny asked.

"Don't you want to?" Mouse said, confused.

"More than anything in the world right now," Donny said.

"Then yes, I am sure too," Mouse said.

Donny moved to straddle Mouse's legs, reached up, and put his fingers in the waistband of his briefs. Mouse pulled his hands out from under his body and laid them at his sides.

"Lift up a little, handsome," Donny said, and Mouse complied.

Slowly, Donny pulled the briefs over Mouse's bum, back down the other side to reveal one of the most sensuous sights known to man. A tween boy's perfect bum. Any man or woman that says that they do not love the very sight of a tween boy's plump bubble bum is a liar. Even people who are not boy lovers cannot help but be aroused by that sight, and this one was no exception.

Words fail to adequately describe the sight. The two cheeks looked like two loaves of unrisen dough. They were white in comparison to the rest of the golden tan of this boy that clearly spends a lot of time under the Florida sun. Hair Free. Blemish free. Utterly perfect in every way.

Donny was overwhelmed by that sight. His heart raced, and his breathing was becoming ragged as he was now on the cusp of realizing every fantasy he has masturbated to. Laying before him was a completely naked, beautiful, sexy, 11-year-old boy.

This boy was like a gift to the earth from God, he was so beautiful. He lay before Donny, patiently letting him drink in his nakedness while he was enjoying the anticipation of being touched, loved, and made to feel wonderful. Mouse was so trusting and was offering himself to Donny without fear or reservation.

Mouse was so relaxed with this kind man that knew how to make him feel all the feels. Donny was gentle and loving and made him feel special for the first time in his life. Sure, he loved Walt, too, but his was a fatherly kind of love. Donny was special, and he knew this is what he wanted more than anything! Mouse knew that other kids his age were not really looking for this kind of experience, but his life had been different, and his exposure to sex daily between his mother and her boyfriends had prematurely sexualized him.

Donny, on the other hand, with tears in his eyes, was having second thoughts as he was afraid of doing something that would harm the boy and that they would both regret later. He was about to call it off when Mouse asked for his hand, and he placed it on his right bum cheek.

It was as if the boy sensed his reluctance and wanted to help him take the next step. It worked… the moment that he laid his hand on the boy's naked flesh of his bum, he felt like the one that was going to ejaculate in his pants. He put his other hand on the other cheek and rubbed each up and down enjoying the feeling of the softness of the skin, the way the cheeks moved when they were massaged, the little dimples that formed when Mouse clenched his muscles and the mystery of the hidden valley of his crack.

The curves from his neck to the little creases between his bum and legs were sensual and alluring. He lightly ran his fingers along the crack, causing Mouse to clench his cute globes, giggle, and wiggle. Donny felt his own penis involuntarily twitch in his pants. Little goosebumps formed on his skin as a reaction to the light touch back and forth, but not dipping into his valley.

Donny went further and further as he traced the enticing cleft and allowed his fingers slip between his legs to his taint to the bottom of his tiny scrotum that was flattened beneath his body. He grazed the little bag with each dip, causing the boy to squirm more and more.

Mouse was moaning and squirming on the bed, and without further warning, Donny shot streams of semen into his own briefs without as much as a single touch.

Donny lay down between Mouse's legs and spread them wide. His face was over the boy's bum, and he leaned in for a kiss and a sniff. There was that intoxicating boy smell again, and it was glorious. Donny kept kissing back and forth while he kneaded his bum cheeks with his hands. Mouse was squirming and an increasing rate.

"Donny, I am going to cum now, please hold me!" Mouse said with hoarseness to his little boy soprano voice.

Donny was taken aback at his use of the crude word 'cum,' but he figured that was a word he heard daily in his sad life while he was trying to sleep as his mother earned her income in the next bed.

He stood quickly and in one motion, flipped the boy over, picked him up and embraced him as he had a mind-blowing dry orgasm that shook the little guy's body like he was having a seizure. Donny held the boy and stroked his back and bum as they hugged, and Mouse enjoyed his post-orgasm glow.

As he came down from his bliss, Mouse was red from head to toe. Donny laid him on his back again, exposing to him and his still very hard boner and cute little sack of balls. Donny got close to the boy's penis and inspected it. Like the rest of his body, totally hairless pubis, penis, and scrotum.

Mouse, was still boned up and ready for another orgasm, said to Donny as he looked over his prize, "You can touch it, suck it, lick it, rub it but please stop staring at it!" Mouse said, and both of them laughed.

Donny was about to take hold of the cute little scrotum, pointed at it and said, "May I?"

"I already said you can. It's all yours," Mouse said.

Donny reached for the little bag and felt for and found his almond-sized testicles and decided to fondle them for a few minutes. Mouse was pretty much moaning non-stop now as Donny stroked and lightly tugged his boy bag.

Donny, using his finger, traced from scrotum up Mouse's pulsing dink and back down the other side. Mouse is circumcised, but half his glans were already showing, and Donny gently took hold of the finger width shaft and lightly pulled his foreskin down to expose the rest of the mushroom head of the world's most beautiful penis on the galaxy's most cute little boy.

Donny gently masturbated the boy while he moaned and bucked, enjoying the feelings that were exploding in his body like fireworks at one of the parks.

"Sweetie, can you flip over on your tummy again," Donny asked.

Donny crawled up between the boy's legs again to finish what he had started. Donny's head was back above his bum, but this time he used his hands to spread his cheeks to expose his little boy hole. Donny dipped his nose in, took a sniff, and checked for cleanliness.

"You are a very clean little guy," Donny said.

Mouse had no idea what he was talking about until he felt the man's tongue licking his crack from taint to tail of his spine, including right over his hole.

He did it several times, each time spending more time licking the boy's anus to Mouse's delight as evidenced by the horizontal dance he was doing along with the moaning and exclamations of his name and directions on what to lick next.

Donny stopped the full crack licks and stalled over Mouse's pucker. Donny pushed his tongue into the anal opening. It only went in a few millimeters, but it drove the boy to the brink.

"Donny, keep doing that. It feels amazing. Oh my God. Mmmmm. Ahhh. Donnnnn…eeee… Holy f…" Mouse exclaimed and then loudly yelled, "Oh my God, daddy, I'm cumming again!"

Donny worshiped that bum, but once the boy-orgasm subsided, he flipped him over again and allowed him to recover while he stripped.

Mouse's orgasm exclamation 'daddy' fascinated him. The boy never really had a father, so he was curious where that came from. He made a note to ask some other time, but he really liked it.

"Don't worry sexy boy, I am just changing clothes, I am not doing this so you can do anything to me. This was all about you," Donny said.

"You don't want me to," he asked.

"More than life itself, but not this soon. Also, we have to meet everyone else for dinner in 15 minutes," Donny said.

Donny was now naked and had his back to the boy as he cleaned the semen off his body. Once clean, he turned around.

"Wow! You are bald like me! Can you lay down, and I will lay on top of you for a few minutes," Mouse asked as he expressed surprise at his lack of pubic hair.

"Umm… sure," but I thought you would want me to, ah…, 'play' with your penis before we have to go," Donny said.

"I do, but I want to feel your body touching mine," Mouse said.

Donny changed places with Mouse and he lay on top of the man. His penis poking into Donny's tummy.

"This feels nice," Mouse said as he squirmed and humped Donny's tummy with his incredibly still hard penis.

"It sure does, but do you want me to finish the massage?" Donny asked.

"I do, but I want to do this first," Mouse said as he moved down to line up his penis with Donny's. The boy carefully lowered himself, so his penis was touching and lined up with Donny's. He went right to his task and rubbed his body over the man with particular emphasis on rubbing penises.

"Oh damn, I am going to ejaculate again, please stop. I don't want to squirt my semen on you," Donny said.

"Again?" Mouse said and refused to stop causing Donny to ejaculate between their bodies coating both of their groins with Donny's offering. He was surprised that he said again, not knowing that he had previously ejaculated in his pants.

Mouse felt Donny go flaccid and stopped, lying on top of his friend, naked, content. Sticky and still horny.

Donny was catching his breath and, after a few minutes said, "Ok, off you get," and got up, went to the washroom, and came back with two facecloths.

"Lie down boy," Donny ordered, and he proceeded to wipe up all of the semen he had squirted on the boy's little body.

"Ok, let's finish the job," Donny said as he resumed masturbating the boy with one hand while he gently pulled and fondled his scrotum with the other.

Mouse was hard, horny, and squirmed like a fish on dry land. Donny was an expert at masturbation, and he knew what felt good, great, and fantastic. As he rubbed the cute little boy penis, he admired the silky smoothness of the skin over the iron hardness below. With his ball fondling hand, he reached down between his legs and traced the boys taint a few times back to the line on his little boy sized scrotum.

With his other hand, he was exploring the boy's penis and once again pulled down his skin to expose the little head. He paid attention to his little frenulum that sent the boy into a fit of squiring and very loud moaning. He clearly was enjoying that. Donny felt Mouse's testicles contract up into his body and not wanting to miss the final act, Donny engulfed Mouse's penis and scrotum in his mouth and gave the boy a blowjob to remember. He released his balls and took them in his hand again while he bobbed up and down on the hard boy toy.

"I am going to cum again, but it is feeling weird this time… mmmm … awwwwww. Keep doing what you are doing, Donny, suck it faster," Mouse virtually screamed.

His balls completely disappeared into his body, and he screamed, "OH DADDY YOUR LITTLE BOY IS CUMMING AGAIN," and with that, he had his third orgasm of the day.

Donny had a big smile on his face as Mouse finally regained his focus.

"Holy crap Donny, that was incredible."

"It was, and it came with something extra…" Donny said.

"What?" Mouse asked.

"You squirted a little bit of semen when you came. Just a little, but that means your days of dry orgasms are over, little guy," Donny replied.

Mouse jumped up, hugged Donny, and said, "I love you."

Donny took Mouse's head and told him to put his head to his chest.

"Hear that? As of now, my heart beats for you, Mouse. I love you too."

Donny and Mouse hugged, and with their chests pressed so firmly together, they felt each other's hearts beat as one for the first time.

"Let's get cleaned up and go for dinner," Donny said.

"I am starving!" Mouse said as he jumped down off the bed. He pulled his briefs on, ran to the living room to grab his shorts and shirt, and was dressed in seconds flat.

"Ready," Mouse yelled from the living room.

"OK, head over to Walt's room and I will be there in a few minutes," Donny answered.

"OK, don't be too long, or I might keel over from hunger," Mouse said, and seconds later, Donny heard the door open and then click shut.

Donny sat on the edge of the bed and tried to gather his thoughts about what just happened. He sat there and thought to himself, "I am 33 and in love with an 11-year-old boy. What am I going to do now?"

He looked down at his now flaccid penis and spoke to it, "Another fine mess you've gotten us into."

He then realized that the boy is going to smell like sex, and he forgot to ask him to keep their fun a secret. Surely, he knows not to tell anyone even if they could smell the semen and sweat.

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