Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2019 08:00:46 +0100 (CET)
From: Mad Mouse <mad.mouse@mailfence.com>
Subject: Dylan - Chapter 6

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written erotica before I started my Mad for the Mouse series, for that
matter, fiction of any kind.

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other than pure entertainment. I have no actual basis of knowledge or
experience for any of the adult-youth sexual interactions except from
reading other stories here and recalling the fun I had a young lad with my
pals.

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Dylan - Walt Disney World 2015 - Part 6


"Yup, and I would be ok with that.", I said to myself.

Part 6

"Hey Walt, you ok?", Rob said.

"I'm great. Why?" I asked.

"You have been staring blankly at the boys for 10 minutes. Are you upset
with Dylan's wardrobe failure?"

Truth is, I had a boy lust fantasy moment triggered by Rob's comment about
Ryan's preference to be naked all the time. When he said that, I was
undressing him in my mind.  Dylan, and now Randy, really has me worked up,
I really need a good frap to clear the pipes to help get my mind off of
naked little boys.

I have said it before, but I swear that boys seek me out and not the other
way around. I have never gone looking for an encounter, yet they always
seem to find me – whether it was Donny at Euro Disney or even Casey at
Disneyland. In a short 18 hours I have become a guardian to a horny
12-year-old Disney fanatic and now hanging out by a pool with a wannabe
nudist 12-year-old from Alaska wearing a translucent bathing suit. It's
like I am being tested and, it seems, I keep failing.

"No, just processing the crazy day I've had and wondering what is next.", I
said as I saw the boys getting out the pool. Just as Rob said, Ryan's
bathing suit is basically see through. I was watching a gorgeous little
bubble bum walking away from the pool heading to the hot tub. Dylan got out
and his Donald Duck boxer briefs where essentially being held up by the
base of his penis they were so saggy. He did nothing to pull them up and
just walked from pool to hot tub with half his gorgeous butt exposed and
most of his pelvic V exposed.

The boys walked into the hot tub as Rob and I moved closer to keep an eye
on them. They had their backs to us sitting in the little pool. They were
loudly counting down from 5 and 1, and at 1 they both reached down into the
water, pulled their suits off and brought them up and put them on the
deck. They both lounged back with their arms behind their heads enjoying
the freedom and excitement of being completely naked together in a public
hot tub.

Rob approached them from behind and stuck his head in between the two of
their and said "boo!". They both were startled and launched forward in
total shock. Rob was doubled over laughing and the boys just looked at him
in utter shock.

"I spoke up at this point and said 15 minutes and then out boys. If anyone
else comes around, you are going to need to get those suits on
immediately," I said. I think they had in their terror they had forgotten
they had both stripped as they simultaneously looked down and then started
to apologize.

"It's ok boys, I was 12 once. You just need to be careful, I don't think
Disney is ok with nude hot tubbing, even for pre-teens. They returned to
their spots and resumed their relaxation. We sat in chairs behind them and
continued to chat and watch as both boys reached their hands into the water
right by their laps and the jerking movements of their exposed upper arms
and shoulders immediately gave away that they were engaged in some
self-pleasuring of their boy dicks. I have no idea how they could possibly
think that we did not know exactly what was going on. Hopefully the
security cameras aren't sensitive enough to see their antics.

"Are you seeing what I am Walt?" Rob asked.

"If you mean the boys whacking off in a public hot tub at the world's
foremost family resort, then yes. Boys sure love their dicks.", I
said. "Things never change and I was no different when I was a kid, albeit
I would never do something like that in a place like this," Rob said.

Rob called out, "10 more minutes kiddos, you had better hurry and finish
up.", Rob said and winked at me.  Both sets of arms popped out of the water
and returned to being clasped behind their heads.

"Busted." I whispered to Rob and we both chuckled. "I think that was an
excellent cock block move. Well played sir," I said as I offered Rob a high
five that he accepted. The unmistakable sound of the high five made both
boys turn and look at us. I thought at the time `if looks could kill' as
they glared at us.  Ryan said something to Dylan and then they both reached
into the pool but with the others boys swim suit. The translucent one for
Dylan and Donald Duck briefs for Ryan. Both boys got out sporting erections
and based on the size of the rocket Ryan was hiding, I fully understand why
he is not wearing the speedo. There is NO way that could have been stuffed
in the skimpy suit. Dylan already looked obscene with his own average size
boy appendage stretching the see-through fabric.

They walked over to retrieve their robes and wrapped themselves and walked
to where we were sitting and said they were ready to go. "We are hungry",
Dylan announced as Ryan nodded his head and said, "I am actually starving."

"It's a good thing I ordered room service before we left. It should be in
the room now waiting for us.", I announced realizing I was hungry too.

It was a short power walk to my suite and as I opened the door, I saw the
room service cart waiting with an assortment of foods and two big glasses
of milk. "Awesome, Ryan said and attacked the offering making quick work of
a hot dog and going to town on the massive tray of nachos.  We all had a
good feast and the boys were trying to stay awake and lost the battle
within moments of each other from their day of fun and food comma.

"You guys are welcome to stay here for the night, there is lots of room", I
offer to Rob.

"Actually, since Ryan is fast asleep, I will leave him if it's ok. I need
to go back to my room. All my stuff is there."

"That works for me", I said as I tried to wake Dylan. "Oh boy he is out for
the count."

"My experience is that since he started puberty, world war 3 could start
and Ryan would not wake up.  We're going to have to carry them to the other
room and get them out of their wet suits and put them to bed," Rob said.

We picked up the boys and carried them into the room with the two double
beds. Each boy was placed on one side of the bed on the bedspread and we
opened each boys' robes. I was breathless and my heart was racing as I
gazed down at Dylan and watched from the corner of my eye as Rob did the
same with Ryan.

"Do you guys have anything that Ryan can change into?", Rob asked.

"Let's just let them sleep naked. They are in separate beds so it should be
ok.  Why create more laundry and I am actually not sure what clean closes
Dylan has to be honest?"

"We better get the wet bathing suits off of them and then tuck them in.
Rob bent down and tucked his thumbs into the side of Ryan's briefs, which
were actually Dylan's, and said "on the count of three". I reached down and
put my thumbs into the sides of the skimpy bathing suit that Dylan was
wearing.

"1... 2... 3...", I counted and at three Rob and I both pulled the bathing
gear off the boys at the same time. Both boys were lying on the beds, robes
splayed out behind them with their bodies on full display and both with
very hard boners.

I glanced over at Ryan and gasped. Rob saw me and noticed my reaction and
said "it's huge for a little guy, eh?  Watch this." Rob reached down and
grabbed his son's hard penis. I thought I was going to cum in my pants
watching him go for his boyhood like that. Was he about to molest his kid
in front of me? He gave his penis a couple of up and down jacking rubs and
Ryan's left leg started to bounce like Thumper in Bambi. "Holy smokes", I
thought to myself, "that was hot". I cannot believe he did that in from of
me.

"He has done that since a baby. Weird eh", Rob said.  I was in shock and
simply said the word "beautiful".

"He sure is," Rob said as he disappeared into the washroom and came out
with two towels. He threw one to me and then reached down and dried his
boy, rolled him over on his side and dried that beautiful butt and then
took one arm out of the robe.  He turned him the other way, dried more of
his bubble and then removed the rest of the robe.  He reached over and
pulled down the sheets on the side of the bed, and rolled Ryan over and
drew the covers up. He bent over and kissed him sweetly on the lips and
said, "Good night Ry. I love you."

"Need help?", Rob asked.  "Nope, got it," I said.

I followed the same steps but when I started to dry Dylan's front, he
moaned as I dried his penis and between his legs.  Rob just watched as I
continued to get him ready, I nudged open his legs a bit and dried there
and then ran the towel over his penis again and he moaned and humped into
the air.

"You giving him a happy ending Walt? Rob asked with a smirk on his face.

"What, um, no. I just don't want him to get a rash or chafe." I finished up
on his bubble butt, got his robe off, rolled him under the covers, kissed
him on the forehead and quietly said, "good night tiger." I pulled up the
covers, shut off the light between the beds and padded to the door and was
followed by Rob.  I closed the door most of the way but left it open a
crack.

"Do you want a drink or a snack before you head out", I asked Rob.

"Nope, I am going to head back and get some sleep. Even though I am not
flying, I have to maintain good sleep habits for safety.  You have my cell
and room number in the text I just sent.  Call me when they are up in the
morning and I will come right over." Rob said.

"I am glad we all met today.", I said as I shook his hand as he went
through the door.

"Me too Walt. Good night and call me if there are any issues", and with
that he was gone.

I closed the door, grabbed a Coke from the fridge and went to sit on the
balcony to check my emails on my phone and catch up with the day. My mind
was racing as I started to process all that has happened in less than 24
hours and I was starting to feel overwhelmed. So much has happened today,
or should I say yesterday as it is 2 am. What started as a fun solo trip to
relax and have a break has ended up as this crazy and complicated situation
that I have no idea how it is all going to turn out.

My plan was to decide what my plan for the morning was and get some sleep
as tomorrow (err today) is going to be challenging to say the least. So,
after a good night's sleep, I will call the hospital if I haven't heard
from them first. Once I know Teresa is stable and able to talk, I will head
over and have a chat with her and the social worker. I know Dylan would
want to see his mom, but I think I need to have a handle on what the hell
is going on first and bring him back later to see her.

Once I know exactly what the plan is for Dylan, I will call Alicia and fill
her in so that when she and Randy arrive, they will not be surprised or
suspicious. By the sounds of it, I am going to have Dylan for at least two
more days if all goes well. In all of this, I want to do some more park
touring and spend time with Dylan in the parks so he can still enjoy his
dream vacation and I can have some fun too.

The other thing I have on my mind is my new-found feelings for Dylan. I do
love him, I don't know how that happens so quickly, but I do. What is
confusing me is that I am not sure what kind of love I am feeling, because
as much as I have fought it, I really want to have sex with the boy.

I disgust myself for having these feeling because society tells us I am a
sicko pervert for my feelings and desires. I begrudgingly accept this
societal norm as a good God fearing, upstanding member of the
community. Since as far back as I can remember, I believed in the rule of
law, and I am a tenacious advocate for children, their rights and most of
all their safety. It is just that I simply do not feel that the consensual
sharing of a boy's sexuality should be as repugnant as society deems
it. However, my actions and secret desires are certainly not in keeping
with western morals or the law and should they get discovered, my life is
basically over.

History has shown that all through the ages, men and boys have shared there
sexuality openly but only in the last couple hundred years has it become an
abomination, a sin and a crime worse than murder. I have never sought out
relationships and have been satisfied with simply engaging in fantasy and
masturbation to satisfy my boylove appetite.

My hand to God, every single time I wind up sucking some cuties premature
penis, it has been because the boy sought it out and harassed me until I
gave in. Sure, I have done what some call perving now and then on boys, but
that has been on a look but don't touch basis but I have never made a move
on a kid... ever!

Ok, I am not fooling myself that I am innocent here because, as the adult,
I need to say no and just not allow these so-called societal evils to
happen. However, we all know how strong the human sex drive is and when the
libido gets going humans tend to make poor decisions. I did not choose to
be a boy lover and I cannot change either. God made me this way and I
believe with all my heart that I have never hurt any of the boys with whom
I have had sex. When I think back on my experiences with the various boys,
I have had intimate relationships over the years, starting with Donny in
1982, they all remain friends to this very day. I am proud to say, that
some are very good family friends and in fact Donny is a godfather to two
of my children.

If you have no way to relate to any of this you are likely thinking that I
am an evil monster pedophile that justifies his evil deeds by trying to
justify them to myself. In the words, of the amazing Dylan Butler, "It's
just a little penis" so why are we so freaked out when and man and a boy
want to share the wonderful feelings that that `the little penis', and the
rest of our bodies, can offer to the owners. How can it be so wrong for two
consenting humans to share their bodies with each other?

Anyone who abuses a child in any way, sexually, physically or emotionally,
deserves everything coming to them and more. Simply put, there is a special
place in hell for people that hurt kids. However, in our puritanical
society even looking at a kid is abuse in some minds. The relationships I
have been involved in are mutually desirable, initiated by the boy, do not
involve any coercion or physical harm whatsoever and I do not accept that
it is abuse. I further do not accept that nobody grows up messed up because
somebody rubbed their penis or gave them a blow job when they were
12. There are just so many worse things that our boys have to face than
being intimate with an adult male – violence, bullying, neglect, drugs,
alcohol and more. If society was really looking out for kids, perhaps we
should further vilify the real abusers and put the resources into hunting
down those who are killing our kids with drugs or driving them to suicide
by not accepting them for who they are.

These thoughts are not new and they usually start to come out late at night
when my mind is not focused on work, family or the million other daily
challenges I have. On this balcony over looking the still and quiet Magic
Kingdom on this warm night, my mind is not on anything but how the
situation with Dylan's mom is going to play. Also, how much I want to take
him into my bed right now and make love to him and bring him the pleasure
and closeness that he so craves. He is lying naked in bed only a few feet
away and it is taking all my willpower to let him sleep and keep my hands
off him.

It was time to shut down the old brain and get some sleep so I walked back
into the suite, locked the door and closed the drapes. I walked into the
kitchen to toss out my drink can and heard a sound that sounded like a moan
that was coming from the bedroom that the boys were in.  I listened
carefully and I heard it again, it was very faint and did not sound like a
moan of pain but a moan of ecstasy.

I carefully and very quietly walked to the room to find that the door was
ajar just as Rob and I left it. The bathroom light was on which provided
some illumination of the room. I clearly heard very quiet moaning coming
from within the room and I knew immediately what was happening inside –
the only question in my mind was whether it was only one boy
self-pleasuring or the two of them having some fun.

I could not see the boys from the crack in the door and I was conflicted as
to what to do. I waited for a few second and then decided to quietly open
the door a bit so I could see in while trying not to disturb anyone. I
pushed the door open very slowly and quietly and was able to see Dylan in
his bed looking like he was sleeping peacefully. I heard the moan again,
but louder as I was closer to the action.

I opened the door more, a millimetre at a time, until I had enough of a gap
to poke my head in and look around to see Ryan's bed. What I saw make my
penis instantly stiffen and my heart started beating like a drum.

Ryan had piled his pillows up in the middle of the bed and was lying face
down on the bed with the pillows under his pubis and was humping up and
down and making little moaning noises of pleasure. He was totally uncovered
and the scene was making this horny boy lover very worked up. He was really
going at it and, while watching, he reached around with one hand and ran it
through his butt crack.  As much as little Walt was saying to watch more or
go in, my heart was saying that this is an invasion of his privacy and I
need to go to bed, leave him alone and let him have his fun.

I backed out carefully and quietly and headed to my room. On the way, I
decided to leave the rest of the lights on in case switching them off would
disturb Ryan or alert him to me being awake. I left my door open a crack,
pulled back the sheets, striped, turned off the light and slid in. I
decided that I was just going to go to sleep so I closed my eyes and
surrendered myself to slumber.

"Mr. Walt, it's me Ryan. Can I come it?", I heard a voice call from outside
the door.

"Sure buddy, come on it." He padded in wearing the robe he was in
previously. "Did you have a bad dream?", I asked.

"No, I wasn't sleeping."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't cum."

That was an unexpected and very blunt response.

"Umm, what. What did you say?"

"I can't cum. You saw I was trying to cum when you were watching me from
the door to my room."

"Sorry, Ryan. I didn't realize what you were doing. I just peaked in to
check on you boys before I went to sleep, saw what you were doing and left
to give you your privacy."

"I didn't want you to leave. I turned on the bathroom light so you could
see what I was doing and maybe you would help."

"Help what?"

"Help me cum."

"Sorry buddy, that is just not something I can do for you. That is very
personal and you need to do that for yourself or maybe even with a friend
you age." I immediately regretted saying that thinking he would be in bed
with Dylan with my permission.

"I tried to wake Dylan up, but I couldn't. It is like he is dead. When I
shook him, he mumbled and rolled over."

"Ryan, I am an adult. I can't do that kind of stuff with you."

"Why?  My dad does. My step dad does too."

"I'm sorry... you are telling me your father and step-father have sex with
you?"

That explains that odd mini wank Rob gave Ryan in front of me when we were
putting them to be. "No silly, they just help me cum when I can't do it
myself. They just jack me off."

Ryan sat at the side of my bed and just stared at me almost like he was
willing me to rub his penis. I want to say I was surprised as it seems that
father's helping their sons with orgasms is more common than I thought. It
made me think back to a few days back when I was engaging in some
inappropriate action with Randy back home.

"Ryan, you shouldn't be just telling people that. You can get your dad and
step-dad into a lot of trouble if the wrong people found out and tell your
mother or the police."

"I know, I just thought you would do it, Dylan told me about what you did
on the boat last night."

I was in shock. Dylan told a complete stranger about what happened. I
wonder if he told him about the incident earlier in the day.

I sat up in the bed, looked right into his eyes and said "What else did
Dylan say to you", I said rather gruffly. Ryan looked genuinely scared and
I instantly felt terrible.

Ryan spoke as if on the edge of tears, "He said that he was able to get you
to help him cum when you were at Epcot right before we saw you in the
washroom. He said you didn't want to do it, but he made you do it."

"Is that all.", I asked in a calmer tone.

"Yes, that's all. I promise. I'll never tell anyone... ever. I am sorry
Mr. Walt", and he started to cry.  I reached out and hugged the crying boy,
drawing him close to my body in the embrace. As I did this, his robe gapped
open and we ended up hugging skin to skin. My penis was once again hard,
but hidden under the blankets. Ryan was still crying and I could feel his
body trembling as I stroked his back over the fabric of the robe.

"Ryan, I am sorry I spoke like that, I am not mad at you and I did not mean
to make you cry. Dylan should not have said that to you just like you
shouldn't tell anyone about your father and step-father." It's all ok, I
will talk to Dylan in the morning and all is forgiven. Please stop crying
buddy."

A couple minutes later, he had finally calmed down and broke the
embrace. Looked at me and said sorry again and asked that I not punish
Dylan. I assured him that I would just discuss not talking to others about
what happened and that I was not his father and could not punish him even
if I wanted to.

I looked down at Ryan's lap and saw his penis. He was soft, likely from the
stress of the situation. He looked down and saw what I was looking at
immediately closed his robe and said "sorry Mr. Walt" and he got up and
started walking to the door looking very sad.

"It's ok Ryan, you don't have to go. And you can just call me Walt. Come up
here and sit with me for a while."

Ryan jumped up on the bed, sat on the pillows against the bed's
headboard. He just sat their nervously and said nothing with his Robe
closed.

"So, Ryan, do you like it here at Disney World?"

"Yes, I love it. It is so much fun. Do you like it too?"

"This is my favorite place to be! I am addicted to all things Disney and
have been to every Disney Park around the world."

"Wow! I have only been to this one. I really want to go to Disneyland and
see the first park that Walt built. My dad says it is much smaller that
Disney World but just as fun."

"Disneyland is great, but the World is my favorite."

Ryan was starting to lighten up and was smiling again.

"I think we should get some sleep now," I said and Ryan immediately slipped
under the blankets and lay down. I had meant it was time for him to go back
to his bed and go to sleep but I did not want to upset him again by saying
something and embarrassing him.

I turned out the light and slipped back down under the covers.

"Good night Ryan."

"Good night Mr...  err Walt."

Once again, I closed my eyes and felt myself falling to sleep.

"Walt, are you sleeping." I didn't answer, hoping he would just go to
sleep.

I felt him shifting and bouncing in the bed and heard, what I assumed was,
his robe hit the floor. Perfect, I have another 12-year-old boy in my bed
naked. With his robe on, it would innocent if Dylan came in, but with both
of us naked it was not going to look good.

More bouncing, and I sensed he has now moved over the in the bed and is
close to me.

"Walt, are you awake," he asked.

"I am now. What's up buddy."

"Can we snuggle for a while?"

"I guess so, but no funny business. It's really late, I have to sleep."

"Ok, promise." and with that he scooted over and cuddled up to my side.

I knew he was naked, but I ignored it not wanting to admit I was awake the
previous time he called my name and, to be honest, I wanted to have a
little cuddle with this cutie. Perhaps my current state of exhaustion was
clouding my judgement as this was not something I should be encouraging.

"Walt, I lied about my father and step-father earlier Walt. I am sorry.
They have never helped me cum. I have just wanted them to and tried to get
them like I tried with you. I thought if I told you that, you might
help. The truth is that I can't get my orgasm like most boys my age, it
never works for me I only cum when I sleep and make a big mess in my
pajamas. I have never cum when awake. I told Dylan and that is why he told
me about what happened on the boat. We talked about it and he was
suggesting I do what he did with you. I was hoping he would offer to do it,
he is really cute."

I was trying to decide on the best response and remained quiet as I
considered what he just told me.

"Walt, did you hear me?"

"It's not cool to lie about something like that." I said calmly to avoid
the water works last time I scolded him. "I understand what it is like to
have blue balls" and need to ejaculate but you shouldn't lie about
something as serious."

"I know, but what are blue balls!  Are you saying my balls are going to
turn blue!!"

"I laughed, it is an expression, it means your testicles start to hurt a
little when you have an erection and are sexually stimulated but don't or
can't ejaculate."

"Ejaculate?"

"Ejaculate is the real word that means cum."

"Then yes, I have blue balls for sure. I go for days jacking off a couple
times a day and nothing happens, my balls ache and I end up having a wet
dream when I fall asleep."

As we chatted, he got closer and closer to me and was now basically wrapped
around the side of my body with the head on my chest and his left leg over
my leg and his hard penis pressing up against my thigh. Every couple of
seconds I would feel his disk flex and he would give a hump or two and then
stop like he was testing. He was clearly pushing my buttons and I was
enjoying the warmth and the contact and even his naughtiness. I was getting
hornier by the moment, but he was not being overly pushy and seemed to be
enjoying our cuddle.

"Have you talked to your dad about this? I am sure he could give you some
advice or maybe take you to the doctor."

"My dad just keeps telling me that I should give it time, that I am too
young to worry about it.  He tries to avoid talking about this stuff. When
I talk to my step-dad, he tells me to talk to my real dad. The best
conversation I had was with my mom who checked my penis and testicles and
told me that I was definitely ready to cum and she hoped I would start
masturbating and even bought me lotion and tissues and took the filters off
the internet so I could stop messing up my sheets that she has to wash."

As we continued this increasing odd conversation, I intentionally shifted a
round a bit to try and encourage him silently to hump, flex or do anything
and it was working. Each time I moved my leg even a little, I would feel a
few more little humps. It was very exciting and I was aching for my own
release now.

"Let me get this clear, you had to go to your mother about this issue
because your dad wouldn't talk to you about you boy body? And what do you
mean she checked your penis and testicles?"

"I was showering and playing with myself when she walked in one day after
school. She just stared at me through the glass door of the shower, sat and
watched me. It was pretty odd. I knew it was my mom, but it made my penis
get super hard and I felt like I was finally going to cum. She sat on the
toilet and just watched like it was a tv show and I kept pumping
away. Finally, I stopped, I opened the door with my penis still hard and
told her I couldn't."

"She grabbed a towel and started to dry me from head to toe. She even dried
my penis, bag and in the crack of my butt. It was getting weirder but it
was making me even more horny. She said, "follow me" and lead me into my
room sat on my bed and told me to come close. She reached out and took my
balls in her had and lighted pulled the bag and felt all around like the
doctor does. She then took my hard cock in her hand and felt the length of
it like a medical exam. She let it go and looked under my arms for hair and
carefully checked out my nipples as well. She told me to get my pj's on and
as I did, she told me that I was very large for my age and that I was
definitely ready to cum and the rest of the stuff I told you."

As he was telling me what happened with his mother, I was getting so worked
up I felt the pre-cum wetting my groin. I was desperate to shoot my
load. He was now keeping up a constant and very light humping motion into
my leg and was rubbing my stomach with his hand. I reached down and started
to rub his back with my left hand. He went silent and started to moan
softly. I reached down to my throbbing penis and started to lightly jack
myself and tried to do it so he would not notice.

Neither of us spoke and Ryan kept humping my leg and rubbing my tummy while
I was patting his back and jacking myself off. His cute moaning was getting
more pronounced and his pelvic thrusts were becoming more pronounced and
faster. He was starting to breath through his mouth as he moaned.

His hand left my stomach and went to my right side and I felt him push
himself up onto my body with his other hand as he swung his left leg over
my right. He was lying on top of me with his penis dangling between my
legs. I then felt him lift his body off mine, he scootched up until his
dark penis was nestled with mine. I lay there with both arms and hands at
my sides shocked and not wanting to move.

"Walt, can we rub penises." I gulped and felt my heart beating through my
chest. I couldn't take it anymore. "Yes, go for it!" I said.

I reach around and hugged him and felt his back muscles as he moved up and
down and side to side in an effort to make our penises rub against each
other. I could feel his harness and was basking in the sensation of his
cute, but 5.5" penis rub against mine, into my body and parodically poking
at my balls. His leg started to piston up and down like when his father
demonstrated earlier.

He was panting and moaning non-stop. I reached down and started to massage
that amazing bubble but of his. This caused more movement of his pelvis and
I started to squirm to increase the motion and sensations of pure erotic
bliss. I peeled back the blankets and kicked them to the foot of the bed
with my feet as I wanted to see his gorgeous, blemish fee and hairless body
as it glided over mine. I reached over and turned on the side table lamp so
I could get a better look, I had to see this beauty. The scene was magical
and like a dream. Ryan was moving laterally over my crotch while humping at
the same time. I was answering him with my own upward motion and it seemed
we in perfect sync as we performed the sexy boylove dance on my king-sized
bed.

I was getting more and more into at as I felt my penis rubbing against his
warm and impossibly soft skin on and around his penis and scrotum.

As I massaged his bum, I started to dip into his crack on each pass. My
fingers dipped lower and lower into hos crack as I passed through back and
forth. I finally reached bottom and his little pucker. Each time I brushed
by his anus, he inhaled and humped a little harder. I stopped on his anal
opening and start to massage it with my finger and allowed it to dip inside
a tiny bit.

"Go ahead," he hissed. "Put it in, I want you to."

His head was resting just under my chin and I felt me kissing and licking
my neck.

"Hey buddy, I am going to cum, you should get off of me now."

"No, I am about to ...  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh", I felt his penis pulse and liquid
squirt out and smear between us. He screamed "oh my God I'm cumming!" No
sooner did I feel his second pulse and hear his exclamation that I had my
release.

As I started, I said in a whisper, "Sorry Ryan, I warned you, and exclaimed
I am cumming, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes! wow!", my semen was now squirting, shot
after shot, mixing with his smaller contribution, on our bellies. We kept
humping and rubbing as we were both coming off our orgasmic high. As we
slowed, I could hear the sound of the moisture of our mixed goo as we slide
back and forth with our cum as a lubricant between us. Finally, we stopped
I grabbed the corner of the sheets and pulled them over us.

He stayed in place on top of me as his breathing leveled off.

"A few minutes later, is a very groggy voice, Ryan said, "I came! Thank
you, Walt. That was awesome."

"Was the story about your mother true", I asked thinking he made that up
too.

"No, mom actually jacked me off in the bedroom as well. She thought it
might work if it was a girl. It was my mom and it didn't work because I
like boys", he said in a slower and quieter whisper as he was drifting off
to sleep.

My head was reeling but the feeling of bliss chased away any doubts or
remorse. Here I am lying in a comfy bed, in my favorite place in the world,
Walt Disney World, embracing a cute, warm, perfect, and apparently gay,
little boy.

In a few hours my days will start again and as much as there is so much
going on, I can't wait to spend more time with Dylan and maybe even our new
friend, Ryan.

We lay there enjoying our closeness and I finally heard the clear sound of
sleep breathing. I put my arms around him, kissed the top of his head and
promptly fell asleep as well to dream of Mickey Mouse and cute and sexy
little boys.