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Dylan - Walt Disney World 2015 - Part 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 and 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 to help us 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 could for as long as we need him. He and Tommy have taken over the organizational jobs while Alicia tends to Aaron and Rob entertains Ryan and Randy. I have been with Dylan since he got the news. This suite was so large, everyone had their own space with lots of rooms 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 being largely oblivious to what was happening with his mother and the police.  She was also touching 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 just holding him. As soon we arrived, 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 also 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 he was not aroused. 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 into his shorts, 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. I want to be part of your life because you are an awesome kid. I want to help you be a great man and do great things. I am going to finish what your mother started.   As far as I am concerned, 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 and he started to lightly sob again until he fell asleep. I double checked that he was asleep and carefully extracted myself, pulled the blanket over him, closed the curtains and left the room.

 

I went to another bedroom, there were several, carefully closed the door so as 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 buy-in before I went too far.

 

I got up, 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 in here.” Tommy joined me in the room 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.

 

“You must emit some kind of pheromone that attracts boys in bad situations,” he said. “It seems that, on our tip, the police found Aaron’s mother in Tampa and she was close to death, but the officers administered Naloxone and revived her. She is currently in Tampa General Hospital recovering from an overdose of some kind of opioid.  The good news is that she is going to be fine, the bad news is that he was in possession of a wide assortment of illicit drugs and a weapon. Her boyfriend was long gone and the police plan on charging her with a long list of offences that are going to put her away for a while,” Tommy reported.

 

“What happens with Aaron?” I asked.

 

“Well, we are not sure. The unknown factor 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 is no obvious potential family to step in.  The father is serving time for 2nd degree murder in the death of his grandmother and his parents are both deceased. There is a great-uncle, who is a registered sex offender and then some various 1st 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 a change for my family that would put me in a position to help, 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 a father on the birth certificate,” I said, thinking it through in my head as I was trying to work it out.

 

Tommy smiled slyly at me and said, “You’re already are hatching a plan for Aaron too, aren’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 kind of 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 sort of impropriety when he then continued. “You could call it, Walt’s Wayward Waifs. You would 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 of Dylan 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 I am unclear on. 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 our 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 formally ask my Director to sign an order naming you and Alicia as Dylan’s 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 likely will 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 it off and closed the drapes and as I walked to Aaron’s side of the bed to turn out their light, I noticed that Aaron was naked from the waist down. His hand was wrapped around his very stiff penis and Ali’s hand was on his naked bottom. It was likely just innocent, but if not, it was very dangerous. 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 apparently 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. “I got a call from my dispatcher and they need me to deadhead to Anchorage and then immediately fly back. We had a couple pilots get food poisoning 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 and checked out.”

 

“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 hand written a note authorizing you in the case of 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,” Rob 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 both wearing only underwear. Randy was wearing very cute 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 Ryan was reading each of the other parts. Randy was awesome, his pacing, inflections and reactions were perfect, he had his part down, 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 with its own voice. His timing was perfect, and he seemed to be 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 like I had just handed him a pile of cash and Randy turned his head, and said, “see I told you,” and kissed him.

 

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

 

“Why are you boys in your underwear? It’s the middle of the day,” I asked. 

 

“Rob told us we could strip so that we were comfortable as we rehearsed,” Randy said while Ryan looked a bit embarrassed, “and Ryan is so cuddly when he holds me like this,” and he grabbed both of Ryan’s arms and wrapped them around him.

 

“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. There is nothing wrong with snuggling 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, Ryan?”, I asked. He nodded his head. “You’re ok with it?” He nodded his head even more vigorously.

 

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

 

“He means in the same room,” Ryan added, again looking a bit embarrassed.

 

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

 

“Sure, I’m 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 own dick doing the talking as the thought of these two boys ‘snuggling’ in a bed together has provided 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.”

 

“Oh, 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.

 

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 seen it. I am sure Ryan was wondering what is happening here.

 

“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 he had a full-on erection in his briefs that he seemed to ignore. I stared at it a bit too long as Tommy looked right at me looking at that sweet cotton covered stiffy.

 

Rob and Ryan embraced, Rob in his overtly sexual way grabbed Ryan’s bum and cheek in each hand, and shook both with Tommy watching the whole show. Rob kissed the top of his son’s head, put his captains’ 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 sides and went into a bedroom and closed the door.

 

“Hey Walt, I don’t have to worry about the boys, right?” 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 Ryan’s erection 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 time. 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 dear in the headlights, totally stuck and did not know how to respond and Tommy was getting agitated as he was clearly drawing some conclusions that were not going to bode well for me.

 

“Walt, you have to give me something here. You are scaring me by your lack of response and the look on your face.  You are looking a lot like a little kid getting caught with his hand in a cookie jar,” Tommy said. 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. As I sat there, I had a flash back to Donny back in France and my first experience with a boy as an adult. Damn, why didn’t I just resist and not touch that boy. My head was spinning and I was rapidly calculating my escape out of the door, onto a plane and disappearing to some South American country.

 

Tommy moved 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. 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’ll go downstairs and print it in the business center and be back up in a few minutes,” he said. I just looked at him with this pitiful look on my face. He got up and headed for the door. In my mind, 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. I sat there trying to process my thoughts and thinking 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 not a monster and I have never hurt a child, or anyone for that matter, in my life. I have never initiated a first contact with a boy and had actively tried to suppress my desires. But that was nonsense, I was the adult and it was up to me to say no. The argument in my head raged on.

 

Each boy craved the attention, actively participated and, in some cases, was the aggressor. But again, as the adult in control I need to confirm to societal norms and deny my urges and their desires and be the upstanding and decent person who I claim to be.

 

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 them and we retain a tight bond. I have put some through school, they stay at my home while travelling, 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 have 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.

 

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. 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 so what is happening. 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.”

 

- to be continued -

 

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