Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2019 19:30:48 +0100 (CET) From: Mad Mouse Subject: Dylan - Chapter 27 HANK YOU FOR YOUR FEEDBACK!! With chapter 23, I posed the question, "are you still enjoying my story or is it time to wrap it up." I have had over 100 emails since and every single one said "keep it going." Also, I got some great ideas!! So, I am pleased to say that the adventures of Dylan and company will continue. Also, I have written the first chapter of a new series that follows the career of Randy's agent/manager Markus Rich. This one will be centred in Hollywood and not a Disney park. Chapter 1 is available now and 2 will be up in the next day or two. Chapter 27 of Dylan is in the works now. THANK YOU TO MY EDITORS AD and EW. Mind you, this Chapter was not edited by them, all previous 26 have been, so don't blame them for the typos ?? I truly value their help on project! Are you interested in helping with the editing chore? 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Donate now by following this link http://donate.niftyorg/donate.html Dylan - Chapter 27 Donny quickly dressed and rushed over to Walt's suite in order to talk to Mouse before he said anything to anyone about what had just occurred in his suite. Surely the boy knew that what they had just done was a deep secret, but Donny did not want to take any chances. Donny rapped on the door and within seconds Alicia had opened it and invited him in. "Have you seen Mouse," he asked. "Who?" Alicia asked. "Aaron. Umm, the new Aaron," Donny said. "I just saw him in the living room talking to Tommy," Ali said. "Thanks." He rushed past her and into the living room. He saw Mouse and Tommy talking and it looked intense. Mouse was talking a mile a minute and Tommy had a look of deep concern on his face. At this point, Donny didn't know Tommy. He only what his name was and that he worked for CPS. As he watched the two of them talking, his heart sank. He assumed that Mouse was recounting what just taken place in his room and that he would soon be arrested. No sooner had he started the process of considering what 10 years in prison would be like than Mouse saw him, smiled brightly and waved him over. Tommy looked up and watched him approach. "Hey Donny, do you know Tommy?" Mouse asked brightly. Tommy stood and stuck out his hand and Donny took it and the two shook and exchanged a friendly greeting and established who each of them were in the Furman universe. All three of them sat down and Mouse crawled up on Donny's lap, put his arms around his neck and buried his head in the space between his shoulder and head. "Tommy was asking me a bunch of questions. I really don't want to talk about it anymore," Mouse said in a quiet and sad voice. Assuming that Mouse was giving a vivid account of their playtime, Donny gulped and felt his fight or flight instincts kicking in. When Tommy jumped in, "Sorry Aar... I mean Mouse, we haven't had a lot of time to go over this until now. I just have a few more questions so I can file my report for your mother's court hearing in the morning." Donny finally relaxed knowing that the questions and the serious talk he witnessed was not about their little adventure in suite 1406. "Donny, are you aware of Mouse's situation with his mother," Tommy asked. "Walt filled me in. I take it you are the CPS worker on the case," Donny said. "Yeah, and his mother is appearing at her arraignment hearing tomorrow. We are required to report to the court on her child status for an interim custody order. I am preparing a report and I am trying to get as much detail from our little friend here as possible," Tommy said. "Mouse, you know that Tommy is trying to help you, right?", Donny asked in his attempt to help. "I don't like talking about it, but I think I can answer a few more now that you are here with me," Mouse said to Donny. He turned his head and looked at Tommy ready to talk. Tommy looked at Donny and was trying to read the man and why figure out why he was so important to Mouse since he only met him a few hours ago. "Ok buddy, you were telling me about the manager of the motel," Tommy reminded him. "He was nice to me but was really mean to mom when she couldn't pay the rent. Last time that happened was a couple of Saturdays ago. She kept offering him sex instead but he always reminded her that he was gay and not interested in sex with her. He also said he can't pay the `tricity bill with a blow job and she need to find the money by Monday. He said that I would have to come and stay with him until she paid." She said OK and didn't make a fuss or even look upset. I liked Roger so I went with him but was angry that she didn't fight for me. Mom told me to be good and she would see me tomorrow. We got to his apartment and he showed me around. I told him I was hungry so he made me mac and cheese and let me watch TV while he worked in the motel office that was attached to the living room. A few hours later, he locked the front door and came back and sat down in the chair beside the couch where I was watching TV. He said that he was sorry he had to take me and told me how much he liked me. He said that I was the best-behaved kid living at the motel and if it wasn't for me being such a good kid, he would kick mom and I out. I told him I didn't mind because his apartment was better than our teeny tiny room and that I liked him too because he was always nice to me. Tommy was listening and writing notes furiously. Donny had a look of revulsion on his face listening to Mouse's story. Tommy had heard much worse and was focused on getting the bits of information he needed for the court brief. Tommy interjected to ask a question. "Are you saying when Roger took you, did your mother say no or fight with him at all." "No, she didn't say anything and wasn't upset," Mouse responded. "You said that he was always nice to you. What do you mean by that? How was he nice to you?", Tommy asked. "He talked nice to me. He never yelled at me and bought me Cokes from the machine sometimes. If I was bored, I would hang out in the office and talk to him. If any of the other kids came in, he chased them away. He would stay at the pool with me so I could swim. The other kids had to have their mom's with them. Stuff, like that," Mouse said. "OK, continue the story," Tommy said. "We watched TV all night. Later on, Roger brought me a soda and a snack and then sat beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. I thought that was weird, but I liked it so I snuggled up to him and fell asleep in the middle of Iron Man. When I woke up the next morning, I was on the couch by myself but I had a pillow and blanket over me. I needed to get up to pee and I pulled the blanket off and I was naked. I went to the washroom totally nude because I really had to go bad, but I could not find Roger or my clothes anywhere. I couldn't leave the apartment because I was naked so I just went back to the couch watched tv and waited for him to come back." "He finally came back after Dr. Phil was over. I asked him why I was naked and where my clothes were. He said that when I fell asleep he took all my clothes off so he could wash them and so I was comfortable to sleep. He said he left me that way in the morning and hid my clothes when he had to go out so that I wouldn't leave the apartment. I told him I wouldn't leave anyway but he said he wanted to be sure and didn't want to wake me to tell me to stay." "He said it was time for lunch and he made me grilled cheese sandwiches – I ate naked. When I was done, I asked for my clothes again so I could go play with some friends, he told me that until my mother paid her rent, he was going to keep me naked unless I was with him outside the room." Donny wrapped his arms around Mouse in a comforting hug and he was tearing up listening to the story. Alicia, noticing the hug and Donny getting emotional, came over to see what was happening. Tommy, flipped the page on his note pad and started to take notes again as Mouse went on. Alicia said nothing, sat and listened. "Honestly, it felt weird to be naked but I got used to it by later in the day. I really liked being in Roger's apartment and being able to watch TV and drink sodas all day in the air conditioning. He made dinner for us and then gave me my clothes back so I could get dressed so we could go get some groceries at Wal-Mart and ice cream at Twisty Freeze. When we came back, he made me strip and locked my clothes away in his desk." "We watched TV again for the evening and Roger sat close to me with his arm around my shoulder. I put my head down in his lap. He rubbed my back and I turned over and lay face down so he could do a better job. I was cozy and really enjoying the movie – we were watching Iron Man 2. He stopped the back rub and I flipped over and was laying on my back. Roger put his hand on my tummy to just below my belly button and was patting it like a dog. My penis started to get stiff when he did that. I tried to flip over to hide it and he wouldn't let me." "I felt his penis get hard under my head and he started rubbing my chest, down to my tummy and just above my penis. He kept doing this but didn't touch my penis. He asked me if I played with myself and I told him I did. He told me to show him how I did it." Tommy asked, "Did he touch your penis or did he just get close. Also, did you masturbate, you know play with your penis, as he requested." "No, he just got closer each time he rubbed. I told him I was embarrassed to play with my penis in front of him but he kept asking. He was kind of begging me to do it, so I did. He told me what he wanted me to do and I did it. He mostly wanted me to keep rubbing my penis up and down, but asked me to pull my skin back and play with my balls while he kept rubbing me. He kept telling me to do things. He wanted me to rub only the tip, tickle myself, put my finger in my bum hole, make me bounce without my hands and hump a pillow. He was making funny noises and his hard penis under my head started to bounce. He got up quickly and I stopped." "He said I could stop playing with myself and he sat back down beside me and finished the movie. He kept his hand on me between my belly button and penis. When the movie ended, he shut the TV off and I fell asleep. I woke up on the couch under my blanket and still naked. I went to the bathroom and peed and came back to the couch. My penis was still hard and kind of sore so I laid down and played with myself until I had my cum." "When I was done, I saw that Roger was naked and had been watching me and was rubbing his penis too. He asked me to keep going, and I did, and he had his cum too while standing by the door from his bedroom to the living room. I kept going and had another cum." "He turned around and went back to his room and came out dressed. He told me that my mom was going to pay up today and he handed me my clothes so I could go with her. She came just before lunch and game him his money and we left. As I was leaving, he said he enjoyed our visit and told me I was welcome back anytime. I gave him a hug and thanked him too." "As we walked to our room, I was walking kind of funny as my penis was really sore from so much playing with myself and it was rubbing against my tight undies. Mom noticed, got a mean look on her face and asked me if he made me have sex with him. I was really surprised and angry she asked me this. Well, um, what she actually said was did that old fag suck or fuck you," Donny said wincing as he recalled the crude question from his mother. "I cried when she said that and yelled `Roger is nicer than you and only you do the fucking and sucking in our family' I then ran ahead to the room past people who had heard what I said. She sat in the chair outside and cried. I fell asleep and woke up when she told me it was time for dinner. I felt horrible for yelling that at mom, I don't like using words like that. Mom didn't say anything about it again and I didn't either," Donny concluded. Ali and Donny were speechless and Tommy spoke, "Thanks Mouse, I think with that story, we have enough information to file my brief in court tomorrow. I just need to ask if you still want to stay with Walt and Alicia while your mom is in prison." Mouse looked back at Donny, who nodded, and turned back to Tommy and said, "Yes, more than anything." "I need a drink and something to eat; do you guys want anything?" Tommy asked when he stood up. "I'll join you," Alicia said. "Coke please," Mouse said. "I will have the same thanks," Donny added. Tommy and Ali left Donny and Mouse alone. Donny took the opportunity to remind his of the secrecy of their time in his suite. "I know silly, I am as smart as I am sexy," Mouse giggled. "Then you must be a super genius," Donny said and he gave him a tickle. Tommy sought me out when he went for the drinks and found me chatting with Rob and Alicia in the kitchen. "Listen guys, I going to have to bounce and get back to work in the morning. Just with the additional cases I have picked up from you I have a ton of work to deal with so I am going to crash here one more night and then go to the office downtown in the morning," Tommy said. "I understand buddy. Will we see you tomorrow at all," I asked. "No, but we will likely talk throughout the day. I need to get caught up at work and around my house. As much as it has been cool to hang with you guys, it is time to do some adulting," Tommy said. "I only have a few days left on my vacation and Ryan will be expected back at his mom's as well, so I am going to have to get back to the real world soon too," Rob said. "So, you guys are going to leave us alone with all these kids. That is just cruel," Alicia said in jest. "You are not getting rid of me. We will be seeing a lot of each other from now on," Tommy assured us. "And you know that I fly from Anchorage to Orlando every day, right? Ryan often dead heads with me on my weekends so we will be around to mooch off of you as much as you can tolerate," Rob said. "Fair enough," I said and the four of us had a group hug. "Well that was weird. Anyway, I do need to talk to you about Aaron. The Mouse Aaron... Anyway, I have been preparing my report and reading through his extensive case notes. I just sat with him to get some more information on where he was living and he told me a very troubling story to add to the long list of other ones I have reviewed. I am coming to the conclusion that reunification with his mother may never be in his best interest and we might want to consider commencing a severing of parental rights and have you guys adopt him with Dylan," Tommy said. "No! I don't think we should do that unless we have exhausted all options to safely get him back to his mom once she is clear and released from prison. I will finance private counselling if necessary, but we can't destroy that family unless there are no other options," I said. "I agree with Walt. We will do whatever we need to do for Mouse as long as he needs us, even if that means until he is finished college, but we have to try and make it work. As a mother, I can tell you it would kill me to have my kids taken away like that. Besides, what incentive does she have for recovery if she has no reason to get clean," Ali said. "Ok guys, I am ok with the wait and see approach and I admire your determination but these situations rarely work. I will work with you and we will do our best by the boy," Tommy responded. "Thanks Tommy," I said. "So, I will say goodbye to the kids before they head to bed and then be packed and out by 6:00 am. I will come back day after tomorrow for the evening. Perhaps we can grab dinner and a few rides?" Tommy offered. "Yea! Good plan. Shall we head to the Kingdom for a treat and then a swim to finish our celebration?", Alicia said. We all agreed and we announced to the rest of the gang about our plans to a chorus of approval. The plan was Dole Whips in Adventure Land, Jungle Cruise, Pirates of the Caribbean and back to the hotel for swim. As everyone was preparing to leave, I noticed that Dylan looked really sad and wandered out onto the balcony. I knew something was up, so I told Alicia to head over and we would catch up. The room emptied out and I joined Dylan on the balcony. "What's going on tiger," I said as I walked up beside Dylan as he stood at the railing overlooking Magic Kingdom. I put my arm around the boy and he leaned into my body. "I just need a few minutes of quiet. So much has happened since I met you and it is like I have never had a moment to just ... I am not sure how to say it... just be quiet and do nothing and think," Dylan said as he tried to express his complicated frame of mind. Clearly, he was just overwhelmed and need a breather. "Do you want me to leave you alone for a while," I asked. "NO!" he quickly exclaimed. "I think what I really need is just to spend some time with you. There are always so many people around, and now with all your kids here, I have not had anytime to be with you. To talk to you and to just cuddle and be quiet," Dylan said as tears started to roll down his cheeks. This poor kid has been through so much and I can see how it is taking it's toll on him. I knew right then that I needed to let Ali know we would not be joining them at the park to spend the time alone with Dylan. I send a quick text to which she immediately replied with "ok". "Dylan, you and I will stay here alone and then join the others for a swim if you are up to it. How does that sound?" I asked. "Thanks dad," he said and smiled at me and waited for my approval. "I like the sound of that son," I replied and pulled him into my side a little tighter. "I haven't told you today how proud I am of you. Not just for getting cast by Disney, but for just being the most awesome kid." We stood there for another ten or so minutes, enjoying each others company, the warm breeze and the sights and sounds of the Magic Kingdom. Neither of us said a word. Suddenly, Dylan grabbed my hand and lead me back into the room, through the master bedroom and then into the master bathroom. "Can we take a bath together in that," Dylan said pointing at the large 2-person jacuzzi tub. "Sure buddy, I will start the water," I said. I turned back to Dylan who simply stood there looking at me. "I want to be like a little boy again today; your little boy. Can you undress me?" Dylan asked in a voice that melted my heart. It was not a sexual come-on; it was this 12-year-old kid that has been forced to grow up and he just wanted to go back and be little again when he had no cares or worries. "Sure buddy, I can do that for you," I said and then sat on the edge of the tub and said, "Come here." Dylan walked to where I was sitting and stood waiting for me to start. "Just let daddy take care of everything," I said. I pulled the boys towards me and had him lift each leg as I removed his sneakers and socks. Next, I undid the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper exposing his briefs to my view. I pulled his cargo pants down and had him left each foot again and removed them as he balanced himself with his hand on my shoulder. I folded them and placed them on the floor but left his underwear on. I told him to lift his arms and pulled his shirt off his body leaving him naked except for his briefs. I looked at him and saw a very vulnerable and weary little boy that needed his new daddy to make him feel safe, valued and loved. I loved this boy madly and deeply. Even though the legal process had barely begun, this amazing kid was, in my mind, already my son and I couldn't care for him more if he were one of my own flesh and blood. As I was overwhelmed by my paternal feelings, I couldn't also help but consider how much I loved his gorgeous little boy body as well. Every time I see him like this, I always have the urge to wrap him in my arms and enjoy the sensations of feeling his smooth and perfect body against mine. To bring him sexual pleasure while enjoying what he gives me as well. These feelings were now starting to cause me guilt as I take on the role of father. I cannot help but question my carnal desire for this boy and how that can affect my new, more important role, as his father. I pulled him to me and hugged him tightly and he reciprocated by putting his arms around me and squeezing tightly. I ran my hand up and down his back including his brief covered bum. I kissed his neck and cheek. I noticed the tub was almost ready and released the hug and pulled his briefs down and off his body leaving him fully naked. I think this has been the first time I have seen the boy without an erection. I stood and picked Dylan up and gently lowered him into the tub and shut off the water. I stripped off my clothes as he watched intently. I too was flaccid but eagerly anticipating the cuddle time, the warm water and the relaxing movement of the water caused by the jacuzzi jets. I switched on the jets and turned off some of the lights so the room was more relaxing. As I lowered myself in the water beside my boy, he wasted no time moving to sit on my lap and lean into my body. The combination of all of the stimuli is too hard to describe in words but it was as close to heaven on earth I can imagine. "Walt, I am worried that we won't be able to do stuff like this anymore. I want you to be my dad more than anything in the world but I don't want to stop doing sex stuff with you," Dylan said. "I know what you mean, I was just thinking the same thing buddy and I don't want to stop either and I don't know for sure what to do. What I am thinking is that we can continue as long as you are enjoying what we do. The second you are not enjoying it, then that is it. Ali, Randy and Mouse know and are ok with it, but I am not sure how Julia and Aaron will feel or whether we tell them," I said still not fully comfortable with the solution but satisfied that it is a workable plan for now. "Daddy, will you wash me now," Dylan said. "Sure kiddo," I responded. Clearly my suggestion satisfied him and we are moving on. I grabbed the bar of soap, and with him still lying on my body started to soap the front of his. I started at his shoulders and worked down. I applied the soap across his chest and under each arm and through his bare armpits. I ran the soap up and down each arm and soaped up each hand. Returning to his chest, I moved up for a moment and soaped his neck. When done I resumed on his torso soaping his sides and tummy. I spent more time than necessary on his belly button, but it was now so clean you could eat out of it. I continued the downward trajectory and arrived at the gates to his boyhood charms and soaped his pelvic area. My penis was finally waking up and I felt it growing under his butt. Dylan was enjoying the wash and, as if synchronized to mine, his penis also started to inflate. I reached down between his legs and soaped up his taint and his thighs as far as I could reach. He was now squirming a bit as my penis elongated and was wedged in his boy bum like a hot dog in a bun. I than took the soap to his scrotum and penis and carefully cleaned them for several minutes. Using both hands, my left was washing his scrotum as I repeatedly rolled his testicles in my hand feeling every nuance of their tiny form as well as the impossible luxurious softness of his ball bag. The warm water seemed to loosen his scrotum allowed his little grapes more room and me to have more for my left hand to caress. My right hand was cleaning his penis, from my pubis mound to the very tip of his circumcised boy nail. The slipperiness of my soap covered hand repeatedly cleaning his hard sex was causing him to mew and moan with approval and delight. "OK, flip over for the other side," I ordered and helped him so that we were now lying tummy to tummy. His head resting on my chest and his penis and scrotum were nestled into mine. I had not rinsed Dylan, so his soapy front added a new sensual feel as his squirmed and slid on my body. I started the soapy journey on his neck and down to his upper back and shoulder blades. He was starting to lightly hump my penis with his and I felt I was going to cum any second. I asked him to stop and he so did fully understanding that I was about to climax. He knew that he needed to obey if he wanted this bath to remain enjoyable as long as possible. Continuing the southward trek to his lower back and finally the two beautiful mounds of his amazing bum, I soaped and rubbed each and then did it again and again. I felt his penis twitching and stopped to allow him to get under control. "OK, go," Dylan said after about two minutes of my work stoppage and then dipped the bar of soap into the crack of his bum leaving behind copious amounts of suds. My fingers went in and made sure, repeatedly, that the bum valley was clean. I stopped and swirled my right index finger over his anus for a few seconds and felt his penis switching again so I stopped. "Ok flip again so I can rinse," I said and he complied. As he flipped, my diamond hard penis slid back into his crack and Dylan used the soapiness to slide back and forth on my erection as it glided through his crack. Again, I was on the edge and had to stop him physically for a couple minutes for the feeling to pass. He resumed masturbating me with his butt crack and it felt amazing x 100. On the last upward glide my penis slightly hitched on his anus and he stopped to process that new feeling. "Walt, can you put your penis in my hole," Dylan said as he dwelled where my penis tip was right under his boy hole. "Dylan, I don't think that is a good idea, it would hurt you and I am not ready to do that with you. I have never done that to a boy or man before, so I am not even sure what to do. "Please, if it hurts too much we can stop," Dylan said. No sooner did I say no, than he pushed down hard on my penis and the head popped it to his anus and stopped at my corona. "NO!" I shouted as I felt my penis enter his anus. I was pissed off that he went ahead and did it even though I said no, but the feeling was like nothing I have ever experienced in my life. "Do not move," I ordered the boy as if he had pulled off, pushed in or even sneezed, I would ejaculate and I just did not want to do that to this boy I loved. It felt dirty and wrong. Like a real violation of his immature body. "Oh God daddy, this feels so good. Please go in more, it is not hurting me at all. You are not that big and I have put carrots up there before that are about the same size," Dylan said breathlessly. "Dylan, please get up and let me go," I said in a voice that betrayed my actual desire. "It is not just about whether it hurts, I said no and you ignored me," I said verbally but lust begged me to continue. "I can't... I am sorry daddy!", Dylan said while at the same time sitting up and impaling himself on my erect penis. I was all the way in and his bum was resting directly on my pelvis. Dylan sat there a moment as he got used to the feeling. I felt his muscles contracting around my hardness and I just erupted into him. In my life I do not recall a more intense orgasm or a feeling as sensational as that one. The heat, the tightness and the motions of his muscles provided overwhelming feelings of pleasure and bliss and there as no way to hold off my orgasm. As I ejaculated, I pulled the boy back against my body and wrapped my arms around him and held him as I enjoyed the afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm. "I am sorry Walt, I just couldn't stop it felt so good," Dylan said in a quiet but earnest sounding voice. I just lay there as I drifted from bliss to remorse in a couple of seconds. Dylan was apologizing, but I was still processing what happened and how I would respond. Even though that was the single most intense pleasure I have ever experienced, it worried me that he just did what he wanted against my wishes and feelings. "Walt, please talk to me," Dylan said and his voice was breaking and he began to cry. Instead of replying, I tightened my hug and kissed the top of his head. "Are you really mad at me? I am really scared that you are not talking to me," Dylan said through tears. His body was convulsing with sobs, but at no time did he remove himself from my penis and I uncharacteristically remained erect. Finally, I decided how I was going to respond. "Yes, I am mad. You went ahead and did what you wanted without my permission and that is not ok... ever. I was not ready to do that with you. I promised you that I would never do anything with you unless you agreed and it has happened a couple times that you have gone ahead and did things without asking for my permission," I said in a calm tone as I continued to hold him tight to my body while my penis was fully lodged in his body. "I am so sorry Walt; I don't really understand what happened. I heard you say no and I just couldn't help myself. I know that sounds lame, but it is true. Your soapy penis sliding in my bum crack was making me really horny and it just happened," Dylan said still crying as he spoke. "Ok Dylan, I understand what you are saying but you have to work on impulse control. It is this kind of thing that causes teenaged pregnancies where the boy can't pull out of his girlfriend before he squirts because it feels too good," I said. "I understand," Dylan said morosely. "If you want to know the truth, I could have pushed you off but it was for the same reason that I didn't and that I am still inside of you," I said and flexed my penis eliciting a moan from the boy. "I am going to let it go this last time, but we will stop all sex if this happens again. You have to respect your partner no matter what and if I have to stop to teach you a lesson... I will," I said. The boy had stopped crying and was listening to me carefully while his hands held my arms that were still wrapped around his body. "I promise daddy, I will never do it again. I like what we do together and I do not want to stop. Please give me another chance," Dylan said. "I love you buddy and I enjoy when we play like this too, but I am going to be your father and I have to set limits. What we do is already WAY over the limits, but the most important way to keep it fun and safe is to be respectful of each other," I said. "I understand and I am really really sorry and I am upset that I made you mad," Dylan said. "Now, I have got to tell you that that felt amazing and I really like just lying together with my penis in you. It feels super cozy and very peaceful. Did you have an orgasm when you did that," I asked. "No, I didn't have my cum but it did feel fantastic... and still does. I think if you had a big dick it would hurt, but it is like yours is the perfect size for me," Dylan said. "OK, let see if we can help you cum since we are already connected like this," I offered and I felt his anal muscles start to contract which felt like he was masturbating me with his butt. "Can you move up and down on my penis?" I asked. He started to rise up and then descend on my very hard manhood. My semen from before was acting as a lubricant and made the penetration much easier and smoother. He sat up and twisted around so that he was now facing me and continued rising and plunging his anus on my penis. I grabbed his hard penis and started to masturbate him as his continued to ride up and down on me. He started to moan loudly as did I. The feeling was once again incredible and new and I was loving it. "Daddy... I am going to cum. Can you rub faster," Dylan almost screamed? I rubbed his dick faster and started to thrust myself into his anus. I guess the angle changed slightly because Dylan gasped, shook and spewed out more clear semen that I have seen from him yet. I could actually feel his body shake as he spasmed over and over again. His semen ended on pulse 2 and 4-8 more were dry but clearly still as pleasurable. As his first shot landed on my face, I started to do the same inside of Dylan and I was once again in heaven. This time, my penis went soft and slipped out of his bum. He collapsed on my body and we lay there in the water embracing each other and basking in the delicious feelings of an orgasmic afterglow. Both of us fell asleep that way. The next thing I recall was Alicia calling my name, the door to the bathroom closing and the lights switching on. "Wake up boys, it's time to go swimming. Everyone's waiting for you," Alicia said. I snapped awake suddenly realizing what was happening, where we were and the state Dylan and I were in. Dylan was still groggy and slowly waking. Ali crouched down, pulled Dylan's bum cheeks apart saw what she was looking for and glared at me. "You penetrated him?" Ali said in an accusatory tone. "Yea, kind of. I will explain later," I said as a wave of remorse washed over me. I so hate that feeling that seemed to linger after climax and now with the added stress of my wife glaring. Dylan finally woke up and started to stand. He was unable to make eye contact with Ali and she stood silently watching us. "Ali, it was my fault. Walt didn't want to and I tricked him into putting it in my bum. We were just having a bath together and I sat in his lap and with my butt all soapy, it slid in because it is not very big," Dylan said. Alicia laughed at the comment about my penis being not very big. Clearly, she was not too upset. "Please don't be mad at me, Walt already is. I told him how sorry I was and that I would never do anything with anybody without permission again," Dylan said. "Sweetie, I'm not mad at you, and I am sure Walt isn't really either. I know that boys your age like to experiment. I'm glad that Walt explained about consent, it is just that this is dangerous. The other games you guys like to play are harmless fun, this game can harm you physically leave evidence that a doctor can see so it is not a good idea," Alicia said. "But Walt's penis isn't much bigger than a carrot and I have put those up there a bunch of times," Dylan said. Alicia again giggled and I blushed. "I am not that small," I said while looking down at my shriveled manhood that looked like a tiny knob in it's current state and in the, now cold, water. OK, boys we need to get moving. Everyone is anxious to hang out at the pool. Let me dry you off sweetie. Alicia grabbed a towel and started to lovingly dry off Dylan's body. "Spread your legs so I can dry down there," she asked. As Dylan spread his legs, a stream of semen trickled down his thigh. "Go sit on the toilet and push like you have to poop," Alisia said. As he did this, Alicia wiped his legs with a facecloth. I was pulling on my pants and moved to clean up the tub. Dylan had finished up and after Ali's inspection of his anus she declared him ready to get his bathing suit. She wrapped a towel around his waist and instructed him to get his suit that was in the suitcase in the boys room. Dylan took off leaving Ali and I alone tidying the bathroom. "It was his fault eh?" she said. "That is what I was going to explain. He did trick me by pushing his hole over my hard dick, but after scolding him I let him finish and he sat on it so it went all the way in," I explained. "How was that for you. Better than your wife," Ali asked with a smirk on her face. "Not better, just different. It was pretty awesome for both of us but I had no intention of doing it now or ever with a boy. I actually feel pretty terrible about it," I said. "Don't beat yourself up sweetie, it's over now. Just be careful and don't let yourself get tricked again by any of your boy harem. You are lucky that you have a little boy's penis," Ali said with a giggle. I am still flabbergasted by Ali's acceptance of my unique sexual preference. I guess she gets to live vicariously through it as she has as thing for young boys too. I had promised her no penetration as my only concession but it looks like the circumstances got me off the hook. "This is going to sound super perverted and ever since our mutual admission, I have been wanting to ask, can I watch you and Dylan do stuff?" Alicia asked and turning an adorable shade of red as she spoke. "That is pretty out there Ali, let me think about it. Dylan would have to be ok with it too," I said. "You watched me do a little bit with him and Randy, I don't see how this is any different," she said. "That's true, I guess I am ok with it but it will be Dylan's decision," I said. Just then, Julia wandered in, paying no attention that I was naked, and said that everyone was waiting. We both left, Ali and I grabbed our suits and decided we would put them on at the pool and not hold everyone up. There are change rooms right beside the pool, so it would get the gang moving. We all headed out and down the elevator. Markus was coming too, but brought his laptop and was going to do work poolside while the rest of us swam and played in the pool. We all arrived at pool side and claimed lounge chairs in a perfect location to be able to watch the kids in the pool if the adults wanted a break. Ali had gone to change and I was about to do so as well when both my phone and Tommy's rang at the exact same time. We showed each other the screens and it was the same on both... `Blocked'.