Dylan - Walt Disney World 2015 - Part 11
My predilections and how they would destroy my marriage, my family and my life have always weighed heavily on my mind since that fateful day back in France with Donny in 1992 when, like Dylan, Donny conned me into engaging in activities that, in some minds, are more nefarious than murder.
I have never hurt a child and never would. In fact, my professional career as a lawyer is mostly dedicated to helping kids… often on a pro bono basis. My terrible secret is carefully secured in my brain and with the boys that I have had sexual contact with. I think it is a testament to the way I treated each of these boys by the fact that I remain in touch with all and nobody has ever reported me. In fact, Donny is Randy’s Godfather.
My young friends are all great people who have benefited from my affection and friendship and I for theirs, yet all of us have to go to our graves with our secrets, live in shame because society says we must do so while constantly watching over our shoulders.
As for Alicia walking in on some boy play, I have never had to consider that before last week with the innocent shower play with Randy, and now at Disney with Dylan, as she has not been in the same proximity with my secret activities. Until now that is.
I have managed to keep my desires under control and never have I sought out a relationship since I was a tween myself. My weakness, my kryptonite as it were, is not being able to say no to a young boy. Not able to say no to dragging a little brother to Euro Disney; not able to look away when a boy is in distress and needs a friend; not able to resist when a boy starts to act sexually towards me in that ancient and human desire to seek sexual release, for closeness, for affection and, at the core of all of this, basic human contact and connection.
Back to the here and now, I responded to Dylan’s comment, “You know Tiger, I don’t know whether she would kill me, call the police or join in.”
“Now that would be fun.”
“What, if she killed me?”
“No, if she joined in!”
“You, my little friend, are a pervert.”
“Looks who’s talking you pedo!” Dylan said laughing.
“Who’s a pedo?” Randy said and surprised us that he was awake.
“How long have you been awake?” I asked.
“I just woke up now, Dylan was being loud when he said what he said about pedo’s.” A look of dread came over his face and continued, “Daddy, are you mad about what I was doing in the washroom. I knew it was wrong, but what Dylan was doing made my penis get hard and I felt funny all over.”
I was grateful that the ‘who’s a pedo’ conversation was forgotten but had to make sure Randy was not traumatized over the washroom incident. I wanted to find out exactly what he saw before I commented.
I moved over to sit beside the boys and took Ryan on my lap from Dylan’s. “What exactly happened in the washroom buddy?” I asked.
“I woke up and didn’t know where you guys were, I called and nobody answered so I looked around the room and walked in the bathroom and saw you taking a shower and Dylan standing at the mirror. I spoke to him and he ignored me. I saw he was doing something so I moved to see what it was and that is when I saw him playing with himself,” Randy explained.
“So, seeing him made your penis hard and you felt you needed to masturbate err, play with yourself too?” I asked.
“I suppose. I like to play with myself and my penis has been getting all stiff a lot lately. You know daddy, like in the shower a few days ago when you rubbed it for me,” Randy said. Dylan looked up at me with his mouth hanging open and had a very mischievous grin on his face.
Randy continued, “and I just started doing it automatically. I didn’t even think about it, I was feeling all funny, my heart was beating fast and my hand went to my penis and I started to play. I looked up at the shower and you were looking right at me, I was scared you were going to be mad. I stopped when Dylan shot something from his penis that landed on my chest and went on his hands.”
“I asked if it was pee, and Dylan said I had to talk to you about it. I am sorry Daddy, I know what Dylan was doing was private and I shouldn’t have watched,” Randy finished.
“Listen buddy, I am not mad and Dylan isn’t either. It is true that you shouldn’t have invaded his privacy but he shouldn’t have been doing that in my bathroom while I was showering either. It was a mistake and nobody got hurt or is mad. However, what you and I did in the shower last week was our secret and you shouldn’t tell anyone. Have you told anybody else?” I asked.
“No daddy, I didn’t tell anybody. Um, except mommy. She told me the same as you did, that I shouldn’t tell anybody or you could get into big trouble. I will never tell anyone ever again..., I promise,” he said and he threw his arms around my neck and straddled my body in a hug and I could feel his little boner poking me innocently.
Dylan was sitting there in a state of disbelief. He had a look on his face like he was enjoying knowing about my secret play with Randy. I said to him, “Dylan, we will discuss it later.” He just nodded his head in agreement and let it drop for now.
My head was spinning, Randy told Alicia! What’s more, Randy told Alicia and she never confronted me on it? She clearly was aware of the inappropriateness of it as she told Randy to never tell anyone, yet she didn’t mention it to me or serve me with divorce papers? A thousand questions and scenarios were running through my head. Randy released me from the hug and stayed on me, sitting on my legs with his legs straddling mine so that he could look me right in the face.
“So, what was the stuff that Dylan shot out at me from his penis?” Randy asked.
“Do you recall the conversation about where babies come from?” I asked
“Yea, the dad puts his penis in the mom and sperm comes out of the dad and that mixes with an egg from the mom and a baby pops out.”
“Yes, not exactly like that, but close enough for this conversation. Well that stuff that came out of Dylan is called semen and it is what the sperm travels in from the man to the women.”
“Dylan shot sperm at me! Gross!”
“No, Dylan is too young to have sperm but he does ejaculate semen that will soon also have sperm in it.”
“OK, but why did it shoot at me and all over his hand?”
“Semen comes out of your body when you have an orgasm, it is called ejaculation. You have an orgasm and ejaculate when you are sexually excited. Your penis gets all stiff, you get an amazing feeling and you ejaculate. Dylan was playing with himself and that feels really good and eventually you have an orgasm. When a man and women have intercourse, the feeling of putting his penis in the women’s vagina feels really good and eventually after it goes in and out enough the man ejaculates into the women and sperm goes into her body, fertilizing her egg and 9 months later a baby is born.” We continued to discuss and I helped him relate this new information to what I had already explained to him during our ‘birds and the bees’ conversation a few years ago. He had lots of questions and asked a lot of details. Dylan even asked a few questions to clarify some things that he was not quite sure of.
“I think I understand what the stuff was and more about sex and babies, but I don’t understand why I don’t shoot stuff of my penis. I play with my dink a lot and nothing ever comes out. It feels nice, but I don’t have the org… origami thing you talked about. Am I doing something wrong because that sounds amazing,” Randy said.
“You may be too young to shoot semen still,” I said.
“I had semen for the first time every yesterday,” Dylan said.
“But whether you can shoot semen or not, you can still have a dry orgasm. Same feelings, just no goo,” I said with a chuckle.
“I want to do that. Can you show me how daddy?” Randy asked.
Before I could say no, Dylan replied, “I can if you want me to.”
“Yes please!” Randy exclaimed. He climbed down off of me and up on top of Dylan’s lap.
“I don’t think you two should do that,” I said in vein as the lesson had already started.
“What I like to do is to first feel my body all over, especially my tummy and chest. Then I stop at my nipples and rub them a bit, like this,” Dylan demonstrated on his own body and Randy was following along.
“Ok, now you want to stand up and rub you bum like this,” Dylan stood as Randy scrambled off of his lap and both boys stood before me. Dylan dropped his robe on the floor and both were completely naked. Dylan reached around his body and started to rub his butt cheeks slowly and deliberately. Once again, Randy followed along. “I like to poke my finger up my bum hole too, but we can do that in lesson 2,” Dylan said,
Randy looked at him in disbelief, “Up your bum? Isn’t that gross?”
“I don’t think it is, but you can try that later…. let’s focus.”
Sure, let’s focus he says. If I focused any more my eyes would pop out. This was a beautiful show for me to watch. I so wanted to take my penis out of my pants and follow along, but had to remain a passive voyeur.
“Now it’s time to massage your balls, but be careful they are sensitive. Just lightly tug like this,” Dylan lightly stroked and fondled his little boy balls and, as the apt pupil, Randy followed the leader and fondled his even smaller balls in his tiny sack.
As you can imagine, this room contained three very stiff boners and Randy was no exception. His body was reacting very happily to his self-stimulation and his adorable and cute boy appendage was sticking straight out while Dylan’s was pointing up at the ceiling. Mine was concealed in my PJ’s under Mickey’s care and protection.
“Now it’s time for the penis. Keep your one hand rubbing your balls and with the other play with your penis. Rub up and down and up and down…” Dylan started to moan. Randy followed suit and made more of an “mmmmm” noise.
They were both standing in front of me jacking off and clearly enjoying the feeling coursing through their bodies with the extra excitement of sharing the moment with each other and performing for me. I watched them as they both pumped away at their hairless penis’s while they fondled their testicles.
I suggested that they might want to take this to their room and they both just ignored me. Dylan was using edging and not finishing to allow his foster brother to catch up. Randy was doing his best and enjoying the experience, but I could see that he was getting tired and slowing down.
For me, I felt like a dear in the headlights just standing there and watching this most private of acts. My senses were on overload and I was actually feeling like I was going to ejaculate without even touching myself, the scene may have been preposterous but it was a boy lover’s dream come true. The only thing better would be if I were to be participating.
Randy said in a breathless voice, “How do I know when I am going to shoot stuff. Nothing is happening yet.”
“You may feel like you have to pee and you will feel your penis twitch like it is trying to push something out,” Dylan managed to say.
I knew that Dylan could have his release any time he wanted but the engorgement of his penis and the socketing of his testicles. I know he started and stopped himself several times but I think that Randy is going to give up and end up with blue balls, he is slowing down and I can see his arm is in pain from the repetition. I was kind of surprised that Dylan didn’t try to engage Randy into something more than this jerk off session, but I think he was trying to be respectful of me and not have sex with my kid in front of me.
Randy finally stopped and Dylan slowed down to a very slow stoke to make sure his penis knew he was not stopping.
“That felt really good and I like watching you do it too, but my arm is tired and my hand is cramping up so it’s not fun anymore,” Randy said looking disappointed, but his penis was still hard as a nail.
Dylan looked at me waiting for my response. I stared at my little boys hard, cute, sexy penis and I felt my heart race as I contemplated making a move that I promised I would never do. My head was fighting my dick at this point. Should I offer to help him out? Not only have I never asked a boy for sex, I have never offered either. It has been a strict rule that I will only play when asked by the boy.
Randy looked sad as he watched Dylan start and stop masturbating as he edged back and forth from release. Randy was focused on Dylan’s crotch and would periodically pull at his, but he did not resume his stroke.
That settles it, I am not breaking my rule and I really need to keep my hands off my son anyway.
“OK boys, everyone needs to get some rest. Dylan, you should go to your room and finish up and Randy let’s get you tucked in for the night.”
“No daddy, can you rub my penis for me again and help me have the organ thing,” Randy whined.
There is was… the ask. He asked in the shower and here again. My boy wants me to help him have his first orgasm. My heart started racing and I was having trouble keeping my breathing sound normal for my two charges. My dick was saying yes and my brain was saying no! It was like that Bug’s bunny cartoon where he had an angel and demon on his shoulders and each trying to influence him. My angel was saying go to bed, everyone go to bed and the demon was saying have fun with your boy!
I was about to put my foot down and end this when Dylan reached over and started to stroke Randy’s dick and said in a taunting fashion, “Don’t you want to give him his first cum Walt? Come on, you know you want to. Look at this adorable little penis waiting to be touched by a daddy. If my daddy was alive, I would have wanted him to do it for me.”
Randy’s eyes went wide and he was literally whimpering from the feeling he was getting being masturbated by Dylan.
“Randy, you won’t tell anybody… right?”
“No daddy, I will never tell anybody. Not even mommy. It will be our secret forever. Please daddy,” he pushed Dylan’s hand away and walked right up to me, took my hand and put it on his penis. “Please daddy, I love you and I want you to do this for me.”
I let him move my hand to his dick but I did not move it. I kept it on his warm and nail hard phallus giving my angel one last chance to talk me out of it.
“It’s only a little penis Walt, what is the big deal,” Dylan said for the second time. That broke my resistance and I started to masturbate my beautiful little boy. Nice and slow strokes to start. I stopped for a moment while I explored his tiny testicles, moving them around in his little bag. Feeling each one gently. Randy was softly moaning and put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself.
I ran my fingers between his legs and he instinctively moved them apart to grant access to his taint, that I gently massaged. I turned him around and gently rubbed him bum and grazed the crack with my fingertips. His skin formed goose bumps and I felt him shiver from the feelings.
I turned him back around and reached for his penis and started to explore its textures, feeling every square millimeter of this beautiful penis that I helped make from my sperm almost 11 years ago. My own penis was so hard in my PJ pants it was hurting, however this was about Randy and not me so I ignored it.
Starting from the tip, I tickled and lightly rubbed his glans and moved to the frenulum rubbing that in little circles. I traced down his length with my finger tips and reached his little mound and rubbed all around it.
“Oh daddy, this feels so nice. Thank you, daddy, I love you!” and then he resumed vocalizing his pleasure with noises that sound more like the mews of a fluffy little kitten than a hairless little boy.
Finishing up at the base I trace back up to the glans with my finger and reached the top. I rubbed his little slit with the very tip of my finger and then, using two fingers and a thumb, I started to jack off my little boy. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched the pleasure cascade over his little body. He was enjoying the feeling so much and, at that moment, this seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Who better to show a boy the joy and blissful feeling of sex than his father? It is the ultimate bond that father and son can have, to share the most intimate thing that humans do. It was not dirty or perverted, it was beautiful and pure. Only the uptight morals of the times turn this, almost spiritual experience into a shameful and despicable criminal act.
Randy was really into it, and I pulled him closer and started to rub his bum again and lightly grazed his crack, once again causing that goose flesh and the cute little shiver. I nuzzled his neck through his long blond strands of hair and kissed him lovingly on his neck.
“Daddy, rub Dylan too. I can share you, he wants you to play with him too.” Dylan wasted no time and moved to me and I moved my hand from Randy’s bottom to Dylan’s engorged cock. I was now masturbating both boys in unison. They were facing each other across my lap as I did it. They leaned across and into each other putting their hands on the other boy shoulders and were both ooo’ing and aww’ing. Moaning and mewing.
At this moment, I ejaculated in my pants and it felt like it took forever to finish as I shot a lot into the darkness of my khakis. I continued to work on the boys and knew both were close to release. I so wanted to suck some cute dinks, but it was too much to introduce to Randy.
I really wanted them to cum at the same time so I regulated the stimulation to each boy appendage as they neared.
Suddenly Randy exclaimed, “Stop I’m going to pee!”
I said, “Remember what Dylan said, you aren’t, that is your orgasm about to happen. Let it happen. Enjoy it.”
As I finished that reply, I literally felt his body stiffen and his penis swell in girth. “Oh, my gawd! Uh uh un aweeeeeeeee!” His penis spasmed over and over again and it actually emitted a small bead of semen on his first big spasm and then the rest were dry.
As if on cue, Dylan ejaculated and he once again shot his first small clear volley onto Randy, this time just above his penis. I have never seen a 12-year-old actually shoot semen. Everyone I have witnessed, and myself as a kid, just kind of dribbled at this age buy Dylan’s first squirts today were both long range affairs.
As they were coming down, they both put their heads on the opposite shoulders forming an arch over my lap. I continued to lightly masturbate them. Neither dick went down and they both seemed ready to go again.
At that moment, the world was about to get more complicated as Alicia opened the door and walked in and stopped dead as she saw the three of us, two naked boys with hard dicks and me with my hands on those same two hard penis’s and all three of us staring at her waiting for what was next.
“Hi honey, how’d it go?” was all I could think of to say as I noticed a drop of Dylan’s semen drip off my hand and fall to my lap.
- to be continued -