Dylan - Walt Disney World 2015 - Part 4
“Dylan, I will explain later but I need to take this call in private. Just sit here at the fountain and don’t move… please!” I implored Dylan as I dashed to the near the gift store out of his range. It’s not that he doesn’t know I have kid’s, it is just going to lead to too many questions if Randy, my son, sees me with a strange boy.
I pushed connect and Randy’s smiling face came into view. “Hi daddy!” my boy exclaimed when he saw me.
“Heya buddy, how is New York?” I asked.
It’s great, we have one more day of the shoot and then we have a surprise for you.”
“I love surprises, what is it,” I asked.
“Mommy and I are coming to join you at Disney World!”, Randy exclaimed!
I tried not to show it, but those words sent a wave of terror through my body as I suspected that Dylan was still going to be staying with me and now my wife and son are going to complicate matters. How was I going to explain the situation? How was I going to deal with Dylan, who seems to always be “randy” and my son Randy at the same time.
“Wow, that is awesome news buddy! I can’t wait. When will you be here?”,I asked trying to look excited. Don’t get me wrong, I love my boy and my wife and any other time I would be ecstatic, but the extra complication of Dylan has me trying to figure out how to make this work without making my son jealous of hanging out with another boy, making my wife suspicious of my motives for having a strange boy in my room and then the entire issue of how I was going to deal with Dylan’s mother and step-father when they came to claim the boy.
“Mom is taking a pee, she can tell you when she gets out of the washroom. I have other great news too!” he almost screamed as he swung the phone down his naked body to reveal his penis and pubis on the screen.
“Randy! What the heck are you doing and why are you naked?” I asked as I glanced around to see if there were any bystanders to see the naked genitals of a young boy on my phone.
“Look! I have a hair!” Randy exclaimed. “Look, see, right here! I noticed it when I got out of the shower a few minutes ago.”
I burst out laughing at the absurd scene. My 10, almost 11, year old son was Facetiming his naked penis and pubis trying to show me his first public hair. “Ok buddy, that is amazing, you are growing up,” I said.
Just then I heard his mother yell, “Randy what are you doing!! Stop that right now!!” “I’m showing dad I got my first hair on my dink!” he said, beaming his pride and excitement. I could not stop laughing at the scene unfolding on my phone.
“Sweetie, you could wait to show daddy when we see him the day after tomorrow,” his mother said in a tone that was trying to be serious as she too was trying to stifle laughter.
“This is important and dad needs to see it now!” Randy exclaimed. This was clearly a major moment in my boy’s life and, as ridiculous as the situation was, I decided I would discuss the appropriateness of displaying his genitals on a phone, even to his father, later and not spoil his big news.
Dylan was walking toward me when he heard my laughter and was smiling wanting to get in on the joke. He stood away and was mouthing “what’s so funny?” I held up a finger to say stay there and wait a moment. He stood patiently.
“Randy, I can’t see the hair but you can show me when you get here,” I said. Just as the words came out of my mouth, my wife’s hand came into view and picked up the hair off the base mound of his penis.
“Mom! Why did you pull it out!” He dropped the phone and I was watching the scene unfold from the floor looking up at the two of them. His mother burst into a fit of laughter, hugged her naked son and said, “It’s not your hair! It wasn’t attached to you, it was just sitting there,” she said.
“Sorry sweetie, you are still my little boy for a while longer,” she said and released Randy. Suddenly, she must have realized what had likely happened, “Oh my God, you must have got it from the towel when you dried off!! Ewwww, it’s some strangers’ pube!!!! Get back in the shower NOW!“ Mom screamed as they both ran into the bathroom.
“Hello! I am still here!!” I yelled into the phone. They left the phone on and went into the bathroom to shower Randy again. I pressed disconnect and sent a text asking for their travel details.
I sat for a second to process the bizarre call. Randy walked over still smiling and wanting in on the joke. I explained what happened leaving out the sudden travel plans.
“Oh man, that is gross. Getting some strangers pubic hair on you is disgusting. Your son must be upset, I know how important a first penis hair is, I check for mine every day,” Dylan said. “Does he show you his dick all the time?” Dylan asked with a big smirk on his face.
“We are a pretty open family, we see each other naked all the time. It really is no big deal in our house and we talk about puberty and sex stuff with our kids,” I said.
“Does he have a cute penis like mine,” Dylan teased.
“I am not answering that,” I said.
“I wish I saw it. Do you have any pictures?” Dylan joked.
“Um…. No.” I responded. In fact, I did have several pictures of Randy nude as well as the ones I took earlier in the day of Dylan. I am ashamed, but I use Randy’s sleeping nudes to jack off to when I get boy horny. It helps me from perving on my sons or other boys. I was adding Dylan to the collection to add some variety. I guess you can call them a cure for boy lust. I know I have this predilection, but I work hard to avoid acting on it.
“Did he have a boner?” Dylan asked. “Stop asking questions about my son’s penis!” I quietly scolded him. It is becoming clear this kid has a one-track mind!
“Come on Walt, what is the big deal. I know you like boys. I’ll tell you a secret… so do I. Just tell me if your son had a boner when he was showing you his dick,” he asked again.
“Fine, yes he did,” I relented. “I don’t like talking about my son this way.”
“It’s just a little penis. You adults are so weird about penis’s and nudity,” Dylan said as he rolled his eyes. “Just like my mother. She is super freaked out by nudity. She makes me wear a t-shirt when I swim so perverts don’t rape me,” he said. I laughed at that, assuming he was exaggerating. “I am not joking! She won’t even let me walk around in my underwear at home when we are alone. I slipped in the shower one day when I was 10, got a big bump on the head and was crying. My mom came in and saw me naked on the floor of the tub and turned around and held out a towel and asked me to cover myself before she would help!”
“Well, every family is different, I guess. She is not wrong about perverts though, you are a very good-looking boy and I guarantee that you would have more than a few girls, and men, ogling you even if just topless,” I said to try and sound supportive of his, obviously repressed, mother.
“I just feel uncomfortable about talking about my kid’s in that way,” I replied trying to get off of this topic.
“You just told me your family was open about these things. Now your son having a boner is a big deal?” Dylan laughed.
“Enough about penis’s, pubes and perverts; let’s go and do some rides!” I said.
This has always been an internal dilemma for me. As I said before, I do have a thing for boys and Randy is no exception. I just do whatever I can to keep it away from my family. I wish I could just turn the boy lover switch off because I know that in society, we boy lovers are as accepted as serial killers.
Both of my boys are wonderful, but my 12-year-old Aaron, who I love deeply, has never piqued my sexual interest for some reason. However, cuddly, affectionate and cute as a bug Randy was a different story. Other than admiring his cute naked body on the frequent occasions he just wanders at home naked, and whacking off to secretly taken pics, I have never really sexually touched Randy or any of my kids.
Now that I am thinking about it, there was one incident with Randy that almost got out of control. It happened only a few days ago. It was not intentionally sexual, but it was borderline from my prospective. It happened last Sunday when my wife and older kids where at Church. Randy had not been feeling well so he stayed home and I stayed with him.
We were watching cartoons in my bed and Randy was snuggled up to me as we watched Phineas and Ferb. The show ended and I announced I was going to have my shower, got up and headed into the master bathroom. I started the shower to warm it up and was shaving when Randy came in. He wanted to take a shower with me so I told him to strip out of his
PJ’s and get started. This was a pretty common occurrence.
We had a routine, I would wash his hair and back and he would do the rest while I washed myself. I finished up my routine and opened the door to our double shower stall and walked in. Randy was sitting on the floor and stood up as I entered. I saw he was half hard and I assumed that he had been fiddling with his penis before I got in. I washed his hair and back and went to hand him the soap so he could do his body like he usually does.
“Daddy, you forgot my bum,” he said.
“That’s not how we do it Randy, you know that. I did your hair and back and the rest is up to you. You are almost 11 and you can wash yourself,” I responded. I did not want to be rubbing my hands all over his wet and glistening body while I am naked too. “Please daddy, you haven’t washed me since I was little. Please wash me all over,” he pleaded. He looked like he was going to cry. This was clearly very important to him.
“Fine Randy,” I relented.
I started from the top of his body and had him close his mouth and eyes tightly, soaped up my hands and then used them to wash his face and neck. “OK, keep your eyes closed and go under the water,” I ordered. With hair and face done, I moved to his shoulders and told him to raise his arms and ran the bar of soap under his hairless armpits which caused him to giggle and squirm. I kept moving doing each arm, hands and fingers, then time for a rinse.
Moving to his sides I soaped them up and turned him around to do his cute bubble butt. Like when I did his face, I soaped up my hands and then rubbed them over his mounds. They were so soft and I was getting lost in the moment. I soaped up my hand again and started to clean his bum crack. Looking back at it, I was making quick work of his cleaning until I started on his backside. I realize that I was more caressing than cleaning as I slowly washed his crack, ran over his cute little pucker down to his taint and back up, 20-30 times. It was absolutely the cleanest that bum crack has ever been for sure.
“Daddy, that feels nice and my penis is all hard,” Randy said innocently. That snapped me back to reality and I kneeled down and cleaned his legs and had him lift each foot to wash them and his little toes. “Aww, can you do my bum again,” he asked. “No son, it is all done. Now turn around and let’s get finished.”
As you can imagine, I was hard as a nail and my heart was beating like a drum. I stayed crouched down and bent forward slightly to hide my erection from my little boy. As his body turned, I saw that his penis was also rock hard. “Look Daddy, I have a spring in my penis,” Randy said as he pulled down his boner and let it spring back up to stand at attention. “That happens to all boys and men, let’s finish up now.”
I reached up and started to wash his chest while his hands were at his sides. His hard-little spike was a couple inches from my face as I now sat on the shower stall floor and washing his chest. Once again, I soaped up my hands and used them to wash my boy. Over the chest and a couple circles around his tiny nipples. Ran down to his tummy and washed his innie belly button and the surrounding smooth, hairless, blemish free skin.
All that was left was the front of his legs, his inside thighs, his pubis, scrotum and penis. After reaching the belt line, I skipped over his bathing suit zone and washed the fronts of his legs to his feet. I was now faced with the last parcel of real estate, his inner thighs up to his belt line. I was still hard, heart beating like a rabbit, breathing funny and I froze. “Buddy, can you do the rest? Nobody should touch your private parts except you,” I asked.
“No, I need you to do it. This is the best part!” Randy said. “When mommy used to do it, it felt so good. She won’t do it anymore saying I was too big to be having my mommy wash my privates. She didn’t say I was too old for my daddy to do it,” Randy reasoned with me.
My heart and big head were saying NO and my little head was saying YES! In for a dollar…
Once again, I soaped up my hands and went to work on his inner thighs. I worked up and down and as I approached his pubis, I asked him to spread his legs so I could wash all his creases. His state of arousal was not subsiding and neither was mine.
I soaped my hands up and went to work starting above his penis cleaning carefully back and forth to each leg crease. As I did this, his penis was pulsing with his heart beat and was grazing the back of my hand. Each time I washed past his dick, it jumped. I looked up and saw his eyes closed and mouth agape making little and almost inaudible “uh, uh, uh,” sounds… very cute. He was clearly enjoying this but I needed to end it before it goes too far.
I soaped my hand again, his eyes shot open to see what I was doing. This time I washed his scrotum. His little grape size testicles were tight against his body and his sack tight. I cleaned down to his taint where I left off when I was doing his bum earlier. He was now moaning and seemed to be wobbling I moved around him so I could hold him up as I finished. I had cleaned his sack, taint, inner thighs and his entire pubis and leg creases. The only part not scrubbed was his adorable little penis.
His penis was still impossibly hard, about 3.5” from mound to tip. He is circumcised like myself and his brother Aaron so I could clearly see his purple glans swelling with his excitement. I had stopped and was staring at his package. He opened his eyes, looked down at his penis and back up and me and just whispered “Please.”
I soaped my hands, put my arm around him to hold him up and started to clean his cute little penis. My cleaning was essentially masturbation as I rubbed up and down with the slippery soap, dipped down and washed his balls again and came back up and repeated. He was panting now and trembling. My heart was pounding and his penis pulsing. “Daddy, this is so nice. It is so much better than when I do it myself,” Randy said breathlessly.
He started to do what seems to be natural instinct for all males and was humping my hand as I jacked err, cleaned his dink.
“Honey, we’re home,” my wife yelled from downstairs. I immediately pulled away from Randy, told him to rinse, jumped out of the shower, threw on my robe, lay down on the bed and picked up my book from my nightstand just as she walked through the door. “How is Randy?” she asked.
“He seems ok, he is in the shower now,” I said. She walked in without knocking, I heard the door to the shower opening and heard Randy scream “MOMMY!” “Sorry sweetie!” she yelled back as the shower door closed and she came out of the bathroom bright red and quietly giggling. “Our baby is in there playing with himself. I guess I had better knock from now on,” she said. “You know, boys will be boys,” I said; my heart pounding as I was realizing how close I was to being caught. “You boys are always playing with your junk,” she laughed. She reached down to my crotch and grabbed my hard penis through the robe and said, “You too eh.” She was laughing as she left the room not suspecting a thing.
Just as the bedroom door closed, Randy came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist dripping wet. “Ready to finish Daddy,” as he dropped his towel to display his yet hard penis.
“Sorry buddy, that shouldn’t have happened and is not going to happen again. You are officially in charge of cleaning your own boy parts from now on and you can never tell anyone about this… ever!” “Aww, that sucks,” pouted Randy. “Promise me…,” I said. “Fine, I promise.” He picked up the towel and walked out of the room naked to his room and slammed the door.
I promised then and there that I would never take a chance like that again and stroked out a powerful and mind blowing cum with six powerful shots, one hitting my chin. Not bad for an old man, I thought to myself. The rest of the day was great, Randy returned to normal and nothing was said about it again. The only thing I was noticing was that Randy seemed to spend a lot more time in the washroom and I saw sheets moving up and down every night when I went to tuck him in at bed time, stopping when he saw me as we shared a knowing smile.
The Facetime show and Dylan’s questions were just too uncomfortable especially in light of my current heightened arousal with my new horn dog friend and accidental incident at shower time with Randy less than a week ago.
Meanwhile, back at EPCOT Dylan and I had a long and nice walk to Future World. I let him pick a ride. “Let’s do Ellen’s Energy Adventure,” Dylan said. “Sure, let’s do it,” I said while wondering silently why he picked the most boring ride in Epcot!
As we came into the building, we had a short wait and then the pre-ride video started. Dylan was howling at the corny jokes and I took a moment to check my messages. There was one from my wife:
Sorry about that honey. That was incredibly gross, the hotel is moving us to a new clean room in a few minutes. I think poor Randy is traumatized! We arrive at Orlando Airport the day after tomorrow on Southwest Airlines at 2:30 pm. I will take a cab to the hotel, I don’t want you to have to drive all the way there and back. Mom and dad know we are extending our trip and are excited to spend more time with the kids – we will need to extend the room booking a couple of days. Randy doesn’t know it yet, but the real reason we are coming out is that he has been called for a chemistry audition at Hollywood Studios for a Disney Channel show! I am very excited, but playing it cool. His agent thinks he will get the role and it is a big one too! I’ll call you in the morning when we get to set. Love you!
That is very exciting. Randy was born to act and I knew it was just a matter of time before he booked a big role. I am so proud of him.
“Let’s go Walt, time to board! Woo hoo, I love Ellen!!” This kid is so cute.
If you have been on this ride you would know it is very long and fairly boring. The prehistoric jungle scene has some cool animatronics, but it goes on and on. I have been known to fall asleep on this ride but will try and stay awake to enjoy it with Dylan.
As we approached the train, Dylan was heading towards the car that was totally empty. Worried about where that could lead, I ruined his plan by directing him to a car that had six other guests. No way was I going through a 20-minute dark ride with Mr. Horn Dog. There are cameras in here and I did not need his antics on tape!
“I know why you did that you know,” he said and playfully slugged me. With that, the ride started and we were off.
We sat and watched the show movie. “Stupid Judy… Stupid Energy”, that line from Ellen when playing Jeopardy in the show films cracks me up every time.
- to be continued -