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Dylan - 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 I. 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 will 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 I.

“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 public 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, like 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 prospective 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 penis’ 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 for 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 it was too cute to miss. I filmed the entire performance 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 an amazing 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 really 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 there were four boys 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 horse play continued.

Ali slipped out of bed and threw a house coat 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 5 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 the 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 site 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 finger 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 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 throws 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 gorning, dad,” and the other boys greeted me as they passed as well.  I put on my house coat 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 and said, “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.”

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, lets 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 just sit 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 Magic Kingdom!” said Aaron.

“I could go to 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 judges chamber.

“I can get my work done this morning and then take over at noon from Rob,” Tommy said. “When Walt and Dylan gets back, we can all head to 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 Magic Kingdom or one of the other parks,” Ali said!

“OK, bring it in 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 spirt 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 buried his head was 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 that all the information I read was 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 will be 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 counselling 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, acceptance. I think that yesterday Dylan was in denial and not really focusing on it. I find when he is busy and engaged, he is able to function. Something set him off this morning, but I don’t think he is at anger yet and I hope to have him in counselling 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 being 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,” I said and with that we all moved off the balcony to where Ali was waiting with our audition backpack that we always take with us. It contained snacks, some makeup, a brush, tooth paste, tooth brush, 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 and 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, movies 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 very funny, 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 chemistry that will compliment one another and with the locked adult cast.

We arrived at the security gate of the back stage 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 bend 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 being used as a meeting room. There were hand written 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 basically 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 literally cast the other kids around you if all goes well,” Markus explained.

“Cool. So, is there singing in 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 said.

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 flash backs 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 hear or truly understood the question about the agent, he and Randy were busy making plans for his looming super stardom.

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 desk and let them know that Randy was there.

Just as she finished, the door to stage 3 open and a pleasant looking young lady came out with a clip board, Mickey Mouse Ears baseball cap, a walkie talkie and a head set. “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. Dylan high-fived Markus and Randy 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 I once more, and we accompanied him to 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 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 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.

 

- to be continued -

 

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