Dylan Chapter 20
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, 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 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 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, a recent revelation 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 pedomom. 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 job number 1 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 in the midst of 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 he VIP tour guide for the family. In the midst of 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.
Crystal 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 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 for 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 boys penis in gauze got the boys 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 is 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 his 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 God father 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 to not 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 other wise 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 and 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 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. This is 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’ve 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 rubs 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 inny 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 a 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 his 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.
- to be continued -