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Dylan - Walt Disney World 2015 - Part 8

 

“I understand that Ms. Shultz explained Mrs. Petrov’s medical condition and our plan to perform a routine appendectomy last night. She was scheduled for surgery at midnight and at approximately 11:00 her condition rapidly deteriorated and she was taken to emergency surgery as her appendix had ruptured.  We completed the operation and did as much as we can, but she is in a coma as a result of complications of a condition called peritonitis,” the doctor explained.

 

I was in shock and in stunned disbelief from what I was hearing. I was having a problem processing the information as my mind immediately went to Dylan and calculating how I was going to manage the situation that I don’t even fully comprehend at this moment.

 

“We have Mrs. Petrov on a high dose of antibiotics to fight the infection but the rapid onset and the extent of the peritonitis resulted in sepsis and has caused the coma. Her condition is very grave. I would like you to come in to talk to Ms. Shultz and me about the course of treatment, her prognosis as well as her minor son and his care,” the doctor continued.

 

The doctor was dumping too much information on me at once and I needed to get a word in edgewise.

 

“Can I ask a few questions, I am feeling a bit overwhelmed at what you are telling me,” I said. “I am sorry Mr. Furman, yes please ask anything,” Dr. Sharpe offered.

 

“Cutting to the chase doctor, is there a chance that Ms. Petrov may not survive?”

 

“Unfortunately, that is a very real possibility and at this moment I would say the odds are against her due to the extent of the infection.”

 

“Where is her husband in all of this? Have you reached any other family?”

 

“Her husband walked out last night and said he was not coming back and to tell her that he is filing for divorce. We have tried to reach him and he is ignoring our calls and messages. She has listed her son as next of kin and as far as we know and have discovered she has no living family and neither does the boy’s deceased father. At this moment in time, you are all the boy has,” the doctor gave me the news I was most dreading.

 

Suddenly, both boys burst out of the room, Ryan chasing Dylan, both of them still naked. They were laughing and having fun. Ryan yelled, “I am going to catch you and make you kiss my huge dick again!” I covered the receiver in enough time to avoid the doctor from hearing the dick kissing comment.

 

“Both of you, pick a room and stay there! This is a very important call,” I said in my sternest voice. Both boys froze, looked terrified and sulked into Dylan’s room and closed the door behind them.

 

“Sorry Doctor, Dylan and a friend were being boisterous. If you can release her personal details, I can have my staff do a detailed background check and see if there are any blood relatives that maybe are out there. I am a lawyer and am a partner in a law firm in Michigan. We do a lot of child advocacy work and my staff are quite adept at this kind of investigative work.”

 

“Certainly Mr. Furman, you are listed as the guardian in Mrs. Petrov’s admission documents and as the next of kin is a minor and you are acting as loco parentis, we can release all information to you. I would ask that you connect with Ms. Shultz and make the necessary arrangements.”

 

“I will grab a shower and head over shortly, what is your advice on bringing her son with me.”

 

“I suggest you not bring the boy unless you have no other childcare arrangements. She will be in ICU for a while and I think that could be traumatizing for a 12-year-old.  Once she is stable, she will have a private room and that would be the best time to bring him in.  When he  comes come, I would like Ms. Shultz and I to be there to help him process what he is seeing and feeling. Do you need transportation or directions?”

 

“No, I have been a customer of your hospital in the past with one on my kids a few years back. I have a rental car and know my way.  I will see you within two hours once I can see to Dylan and his care and get ready. Thank you doctor.”

 

We concluded the call, I grabbed a robe from the washroom and wandered out to the balcony so I could collect my thoughts for a few moments. I called Rob and asked him to come to my room as soon as possible. I had woken him and he sleepily asked if he had time to shower and shave. I advised that he should and that I would have breakfast in the room for all of us in one hour. The arrangement was set. 

 

“I will take good care of Dylan, Walt. Don’t worry for a moment,” Rob said over the phone.

 

“I know you will buddy. Thank you for finding us, I would be screwed right now if we hadn’t bumped into you guys. This is not going to be easy, but it is easier with a friend.”

 

I explained the details I knew and we ended the call.

 

I wandered into the room where the boys were and they were both snuggled together under the covers watching the Disney information channel and chattering back and forth. They looked super cute together and my heart was breaking for the hardship that I suspect is going to change Dylan’s life forever. I stood and watched them looking all cozy under the blanket and planning their adventures for the day.

 

“Hey Dylan, I am going to run over to the hospital to check in with your mother. Rob is coming over in an hour and we will have breakfast together. After that, I will head to the hospital while the three of you can hit the parks,” I said trying to sound as matter of fact as possible.

 

Ryan did not really understand what was happening and he whooped at the news of his dad coming and them going to the parks. Dylan just looked at me like he was trying to read my face. I smiled at him and answered his unasked questions. “You mom is not in her own room yet, once she is, I will take you to see her, ok?”  I guess this was enough of a non-alarming response as he said ok and then resumed his banter with Ryan.

 

“Guys, I am going to grab a shower now and get dressed. You should do the same so we are ready in an hour,” both boys gave me an animated thumbs up and went back to their Disney infomercial.

 

I headed to the master washroom and brushed my teeth, shaved and turned on the shower. I called out “boys, don’t forget … you now have 45 minutes … hit the showers.” “Yes, Uncle Walt,” they yelled in unison.

 

I stepped into the shower and immediately relaxed as the warm water cascaded from the rain showerhead over my body.

I so needed this as I still had dried semen on my body from the incident last night with Ryan and I am sure more than a little nervous perspiration from the various encounters I have had for the past 24 hours not to mention what hot humid Florida sun does to the unaccustomed human body. No sooner had I picked up my bar of Disney H20 soap than the door opened to the washroom and there Dylan was standing outside the shower.

 

“Uncle Walt, can I come in and shower with you? Ryan is in the other shower.”

 

There wasn’t much he hasn’t seen or touched now, so there was no reason to say no and I could tell from his voice he was a little down… likely worrying about his mom. “Sure Tiger.” He stepped in and closed the door behind him. He reached over and hugged me. “Please hold me for a couple minutes.”  I returned the hug and held him tightly. This was a hug of compassion and not of passion. The boy needed me and he needed a connection with a caring adult to reassure him that everything would be ok.  I know he is very nervous about his mom.

 

As I stood there hugging his body, Dylan was quiet and sullen and I silently wept for the boy who was in the Happiest Place on Earth with the worst possible trauma potentially about to descend on him. Tears were streaming down my face and I stifled a sob as I wanted to be strong for my tiger. He needed me and I was going to be there for him no matter what! I put my hand on his head and lightly pressed his head into my chest as if to accentuate the developing bond between us.

 

I cleared my eyes, regained my composure and broke the silence.  “I have some good news; my wife and son are coming tomorrow. You will get to meet them and you and Ryan can hang out with Randy.”

 

He looked up at me and said, “Is this the son with the fake pubic hair?” He giggled, taking great pleasure at laughing at his own joke.

 

“Yes, and do not say anything to him about that, he would be very embarrassed.”

 

“Duh, I know. I am a bald penis 12-year-old, I know how it feels. When your wife comes, how can we continue to have our boy orgies?” he asked with a big grin on his face.

 

I reached down, grabbed his penis and said, “Is this the only thing you think about?” as I shook it to make a point.

 

His dick went instantly hard and he moaned. “Oh, my gawd, keep doing that,” I chuckled and said “that proves my point.”  My hand went from shaking his penis to lovingly stroking it. He turned and leaned his back against my front as I continued to masturbate him. He was moaning and squirming against me making my own penis stand at attention.

“Tiger, we don’t have time for this now. We need to get cleaned up and ready for Rob to arrive.” I released his penis and started to wash my body. Dylan took the cue and started to wash his hair. The entire time we both remained hard. I was done washing my hair and body as Dylan finished rinsing his hair and I was opening the door to get out.

As I opened the door to the shower, I jumped as Ryan came into view sitting on the toilet seat with his towel wrapped around his waist and was staring at me with a big smile on his face.

 

“Holy crap, how long have you been there.”

 

“I walked in as you were rinsing your hair. I wondered where Dylan was so I came looking for him.”

 

I looked back at Dylan who was looking a little dejected. He looked up at me with a serious but sad look on his face and said, “Uncle Walt, please wash me,” as he held out the bar of soap. 

 

“I have to get dry and dressed. It will only take a minute and you are faster than me,” he said that as he was demonstrating how pathetic he was at washing himself allowing the bar of soap to squirt out of his hand as if an accident.

 

“Fine Dylan. But Ryan, you go get dressed.”

 

“No way, I am going to stay and watch you wash Dylan,” and with that he stood, dropped his towel, sat back down and started to jack himself off like he was watching some porno movie.

 

“What is it with the horny 12-year-olds these days. Is this all they think about?”

 

I stepped back in and started to close the door and Ryan stopped me. “Nuh ah, I can’t watch with the door closed.” 

 

“Fine,” I said and pushed it all the way open for the audience of one.

 

You might think that I am some unrelenting pedophile at this point in the story as I seem to have no willpower and seem to do whatever some doe eyed little boy demands of me. Yes, I have allowed myself to be sucked into the sexual games of boys a number of times over the years, but my behavior over the past 24 hours has been uncharacteristically horny and irresponsible. I am not sure if my resistance is low because I am tired or whether my secret sexual desire for little-boys is increasing. Either way, I am trying to balance being a responsible guardian while enjoying some mutually desired boy play.

 

Turning to Dylan, who was still hard, I started to soap his upper body and I suddenly had a flashback to a shower with Randy a few days ago and suspected that Dylan’s goals was the same.

 

I ran the soap across his chest and over his tiny nipples. He still has the tiny little dime sized nipples of a little boy, but they poked up a bit as I stimulated them with the extra cleaning attention I was giving them.

“Kiss them Walt!” requested Ryan.

 

I bent over and gave each nipple a little kiss, lick and then a suck. Dylan closed his eyes and moaned.

“Oh man, that is hot!” Ryan said as he continued to pump away at his dick.

 

I got back to cleaning and washed his neck and back. His back was beautiful with a light dusting of downy fir and the skin was totally flawless. It was like a piece of art. I rinsed him and then went to his butt and started to rub each cheek with the bar of soap. Dylan moaned and Ryan spoke up.

 

“Can you turn him a bit so I can see.”

 

I obliged as I was pretty worked up myself and enjoying the feel of his body, the sensuousness of the scene as well as the odd thrill of being observed by another boy who was enjoying the moment himself.

 

I put on a bit of a show for Ryan, rubbing each cheek and spreading them to show Ryan his anus. Dylan laughed and thrust his butt out comically. I soaped my hand and ran it through his crack, over his anus and between his legs.

Dylan instinctively spread his legs to give me greater access to his taint and anus.

 

I washed this bum so many times, it was clean enough to eat off of. Too bad we didn’t have time to do that.  I finished up this side by washing his legs, cute little feet and toes. I turned Dylan around to make sure that Ryan had a good view of the final act of the show.

 

I started where I left off on his front and washed from his rib cage down. I soaped up my hands and then applied them to his torso rubbing every millimeter of his gorgeous skin. I washed him thoroughly from ribs to the start of his pubis and back up. I made sure his belly button was very clean and made extra sure by blowing a raspberry in it, to a fit of laughter, and then used my tongue to triple check its cleanliness.

 

When I was done, all that was left was to clean what makes Dylan a boy.  His pubis, penis and scrotum were waiting for their turn.  Ryan was starting and stopping his wank as he kept edging wanting to hold off until the climax of the show.

 

I put the soap up on the little soap rack, rinsed the boy and started to walk out of the shower and said “You can finish up Dylan.”  Ryan booed and Dylan grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the shower.

 

I smiled, laughed and said, “OK fine. But if you plan on finishing, you have about five minutes and then we all have to get dried and dressed for Ryan’s dad.”

 

I soaped up both hands again and applied them to his pubis and carefully scrubbed back and forth grazing his hard boy rocket with the back of my hand with each swipe. This was, of course, the plan to move things along while finishing the cleaning job. Each time his sweet little dick was swiped, it lurched and Dylan moaned.

 

“Please suck it Walt. I need to cum and I really want you to suck me off,” I was not expecting that at all.  This was a playful little scene and now it took a much more serious and erotic turn. I was absently just rubbing back and forth on his pubis as I contemplated this. It’s not like I haven’t had boy dick in my mouth already in the last 24 hours, it just made me uneasy particularly with Ryan as an audience member watching.

 

“Please,” Dylan pleaded as he started to jack himself and thrusting in my direction looking for the release that his body craved.

 

“I’ll say it again, what is it with 12-year-old boys, jeesh!” I said to nobody in particular. Dylan was not really focusing on my words at this point and Ryan was lost is a haze of edging to the brink and back in anticipation of the main event.

 

In for a penny, in for a pound I thought to myself, repeating an odd expression my parents used to use all the time.

 

“Ryan, you may want to get closer to get a good look. Dylan, are you ready?”

 

“Yes, hurry up!”

 

I got down on my knees, and as I did I noticed Ryan moving forward and standing outside the shower stall, but only inches away from the action.

 

“I washed his rock-hard dick first and then his scrotum. “Come on Walt, please stop stalling. Suck me off!” Dylan pleaded. I was kind of enjoying torturing him a bit. 

 

“Suck him off… Suck him off… Suck him off…” Ryan started chanting like he was at a wrestling match.  I stared at his pulsing dick and noticed his angry purple glans from all the stimulation. Finally, I stuck my tongue out and leaned in.  I just flicked the end lightly a few times. Then I grabbed it with one hand and nibbled on the glans, frenulum and the shaft moving down to his balls and then took both of those marble sized beauties in my mouth and moved them around with my tongue and lightly sucked his bag. 

 

Dylan started to sway, Ryan told him “hold on to Walt’s head so you don’t fall,” which he did. I finished up on his scrotum and pushed his penis down and nibbled from the base mound playing with the downy fur that will one day host his first pubes. I contributed to lip nibble up the top of his shaft to his glans flicked the tip a few more times and then took his entire penis into my mouth.  Dylan started, I don’t want to use the F-U word, but was fornicating with my mouth. I grabbed his testicles and lightly pulled them down from his body as he moaned and pushed my head further into his pelvis as if there was more penis hidden inside that needed to be sucked. I felt his testicles started to rise into his body and I knew his release was on the way.

 

I bobbed up and down, enjoying the texture of skin of his penis in my mouth. Each time I came up to the top, I would linger a few second on his glans and move back down. I was blowing this child as I would like to be blown with a variety of movements and methods of stimulation.

 

I decided to use the new technique I learned and stared to hum as I sucked his beautiful boy appendage. The song was ‘When You Wish Upon A Star’, and as I reached “your dreams come true,” I felt fluid on the side of my head and a split second later in my mouth.  Dylan got off three powerful squirts and several blanks of very thin boy juice.

“Don’t swallow” Dylan quickly said as he realized what he did, “I want to see!”

 

Ryan had blasted six liquid offerings, three of which were in my hair and the rest on the floor and on his dick. His semen was still not fully mature, but it was milky, thicker and a lot more than Dylan produced.

 

I opened my mouth and showed Dylan his semen that was on my tongue. “Spit in in my hand,” he said and I obliged. He played with it for a few seconds and then washed it off. “Thanks Walt, that was amazing. I love you so much,” he kissed me on the cheek looked at my cock that was still hard and unloved and spoke to it, “I will see you later mister!”

 

I quickly rinsed Dylan’s penis and sent him out of the shower.  I pulled Ryan in and rinsed off his boy toy as well, gave him a playful whack on the butt.  “You two go get dried and dressed now!”

 

I quickly rinsed my hair of the boy offering, wiped Ryan’s emission off the floor with a tissue and took a quick look to make sure there were no tell-tale signs of the depravity that had occurred there that Mouse Keeping would notice.

 

When I was satisfied all was well, I moved to the bedroom to finish drying and dressing.  As I was about to slip on my underwear, I heard a knock and then the door open. “Hello, it’s me Rob.”

 

“Daddy!” I heard Ryan exclaim and run to his dad.

 

“Why are you naked buddy? You should be dressed!”

 

As he was saying this, I was totally dressed and walked out as Ryan’s naked butt was moving back into the room.

“See what I said, rather be naked than dressed. Sorry about my little streaker.”

 

“It’s ok, I have two boys at home that are the same and Dylan seems to share the same habit. Boys will be boys.”

 

“It is actually kind of cute. They are so innocent and carefree, soon they will be sullen and fanatically private teens so we should enjoy it while can,” Rob said with a chuckle.

 

“Yeah,” I said but I was a little surprised by the comment that was in a similar vein to the cock rub he gave Ryan last night while he was sleeping.  Is he perving on his son or even doing some things notwithstanding Ryan’s insistence that he is not?  Maybe this kind of thing between father and son is this more common than I thought.

I came back to the here and now when once again there was a knock on the door. This time it was room service with our breakfast… right on time.

 

The server set up the food on my dining room table, I signed the receipt and he was gone. 

 

“Boy’s, breakfast is here,” I yelled. Rob was taking his seat and I was about to sit down as both boys came out of the room totally naked again.

 

“Why are you still naked? I have been asking for you to get dressed for a while now and Rob just told Ryan the same thing.”

 

“Ryan has no clothes, just a wet bathing suit and a robe. I thought I would keep him company so he wasn’t naked alone.”

 

As this conversation was taking place, Rob was seriously checking out Dylan’s body. Again, it made me curious as to what Rob’s story is.

 

“Oh right, I brought Ryan’s clothes for him. They are in the backpack there with your toothbrush.  Let’s eat first and you can get dressed when we are done.  You head out when you are ready, Walt. I will get these two dressed even if I have to do it myself!” Rob said and he looked Dylan up and down again not really hiding that that he was checking the boy out.

 

Both boys jumped in their seats and proceeded to eat everything that wasn’t moving.  I was sitting beside Dylan and I looked down and noticed he had a boner and kept fiddling with it. I was actually getting a bit nervous leaving him alone with Rob. I know I have been inappropriate with both of them, but my paternal and legal instincts were sounding alarm bells and even though a double standard, I did not want him messing with Dylan when I left.

My phone then rang and I saw it was Alicia calling. I put my fingers to my lips and moved to the balcony and hit answer. “Hi Ali”, I answered. “Just checking in. Are you having fun?” she asked.

 

“You know I can’t have fun without you babe,” I responded.

 

“Ha! You are a big fibber Walter Furman,” she said with a laugh.  “We are in the green room waiting for the set call. Looks like today is going to be a long one for our boy star, but they have assured me a wrap today so we can be on the plane to you tomorrow.”

 

“Sounds great! I can’t wait to see both of you tomorrow. Is Randy there, I want to say hi.”

 

“No, he is off at the craft table filling up on pop-tarts.”

 

“OK, tell him I love him and miss him.  Have you checked in at home yet?”

 

“Nope, that is next. Gotta go, the A.D. just came in looking for Randy. Love you!” and the line went dead. I had really wanted to give Alicia some information on Dylan and now had to wait until she arrived.

As I came back into the room, Ryan was gone and Rob moved to my seat and was chatting up Dylan.

 

“What are you two talking about?” I asked.

 

“Rob was just telling me about the surgery mom is having and showed me where the doctor opens her up and where the scar will be,” as he said that he stood up, penis now about half hard. “Show Walt where the scar will be.” Rob reached over and traced a line on Dylan’s body on the left side close to his pelvic V under his belly button and above his penis.

 

“Yea, I know where they are, I had mine out too.” I said a bit sternly. Rob looked at me and had a puzzled look on his face.

 

I said in a calm but firm voice, “Dylan please go get dressed NOW.” Dylan got up and went right to his room, Ryan came out a few moments later wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts that also seemed unfashionably short and tight. The front of the shorts was borderline obscene – I could see the outline of his boy package as it left quite a lump and was hard to miss. He came over, sat on his dad’s knee, kissed him on the cheek and said “I had a great time with Dylan and Walt. Can I stay again tonight?” Rob jumped in right away and said what I was thinking. “Dylan’s mom is sick. We are not sure what the plans are for tonight so we will have to see after dinner.”

 

Dylan walked out of his room dressed in a vintage Disneyworld 1971 t-shirt, board shorts and a Mickey Mouse baseball cap. This kid is 24/7 cute!

 

Are you guys ready to go?  I have to head out now, let’s go downstairs together.

 

Rob, looking a little concerned said, sure we can walk with you now. Let’s go boys. We all travelled down on the elevator. “Where are you three heading?” I asked. Rob said, “Hollywood Studios. Is that OK Dylan?”

 

“It’s more than OK, it’s perfect.” We all got out of the elevator and headed out the front door.

 

“I will call you when I am back Rob, we can meet up where you are,” I said. “Have fun guys,” I said as I was turning to head left to the parking lot.

 

Dylan lunged at me and hugged me. “I’m going to miss you Uncle Walt. I love you and give mom a kiss for me please.”  “I love you too buddy, be safe, have fun and call me from Rob’s phone if you want to talk to me.” He seemed really upset I was leaving him but did not want to show it in front of his friend.

 

All three turned right towards the bus terminal and I watched them walking away. I could not look away from Ryan’s tight and short shorts. That boy is going to be a jerk off fantasy for a number of guys who see that sexy boy today – definitely not a Disney look.

 

After what seemed like forever, I finally got to the rental car and got in.  I was checking my email on the phone and saw two emails that I needed to deal with. The first one was from Ms. Shultz at the hospital. It was a scan of Dylan’s mom’s admission papers and her identification. I flipped that email to Lisa, my assistant at the office asking her to get the team to do a full background check on her and a deep dive into her family to see if there were any relatives.

 

The second email was from Alexi. It was not particularly nice, but it sure showed the measure of the man.

 

Dear Faggot Lawyer,

I wanted you to know I am NOT going to be part of that crazy women and the queer brat’s life anymore, you can have them. Tell the hospital to stop calling me, I don’t care what happens to either of them, I will not be paying any hospital bills and I will not be taking any responsibility for the boy. I will be filing a divorce as soon as I am home and I will be moved out before she gets back.

Alexi Petrov

 

That note enraged me, I wanted to hurt him for what he had done to Dylan and his mom. What a sad excuse of a human being.

 

- to be continued -

 

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