Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2019 17:23:37 +0100 (CET)
From: Mad Mouse <mad.mouse@mailfence.com>
Subject: Dylan - Chapter 16

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NEW >>> This chapter is light on action, but you will note that this
chapter includes a convergence with the story `The Ursula Major' that I
wrote last year. You may want to go and read first it if you haven't yet. I
will fill in the missing pieces between it and this chapter soon as there
is a missing gap of time for Aaron's story, but he now joins the cast of
Dylan.<<< Now... on with the Show.


Dylan - Walt Disney World 2015 - Part 16

Just as I hung up the phone with Alicia, it rang again.  It was my real
estate agent back home. "Hi Walt, it's Adam Bitov. I have done a quick
assessment and I am confident I can get you $3,200,000 for your house but
you know this is a terrible time to sell, waiting even a few months and I
think we could get you much more," Adam said.

"I know, but the need may be urgent and I will have to move quickly. Can
you draw up the papers and fax them to me so I can sign the minute I know
for sure. If it all falls through, just tell me what your time was worth
and I will reimburse you," I said.

"Can I start putting together some thoughts on a replacement house," Adam
said.

"No, that won't be necessary," I told him not really wanting to share more
than I have to with the agent. "Thanks for your help and please get the
listing documents to me as soon as possible," I concluded and ended the
call.

Everyone was super excited to start our VIP experience especially as the
park seems very busy today. Everyone was camped on the benches near city
hall, in front of the washroom as we waited for Alicia and Dylan. I decided
to go and check on Aron and our guide, Ricky, who were at the Main Street
Barber shop. I asked Tommy specifically to keep an eye on Randy for me, as
I did not want to get Rob any closer to my boy.

As I arrived at the Barber Shop everyone was fussing over Aaron, it seems
like he was being treated like a super star, likely as he was accompanied
by Ricky, who it seemed was well connected as a cast member. I walked in
and overheard the conversation. They were all trying to decide how to cut
his hair. One barber wanted to cut short and spikey and Ricky wanted a
Justin Bieber cut. The other barber stood staring at Aaron repeating, "He
is a very pretty boy," which I found a little disturbing.

I approached the gaggle and instructed them to simply clean up his current
cut, thin it out a bit and shorten slightly. Aaron seemed to have no
specific thoughts and I did not feel that it was up to us to change his
style without his mother's say so.

The "He's is a pretty boy," barber said that he agreed and took over while
the other barber took the next guest. Ricky and I sat down in the waiting
area and chatted.

"So, you were our Mickey I assume?" I asked.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Mickey is Mickey," he responded
with a smirk.

"I see. How old are you anyway," I inquired?

"I am 19, but I bet you think I am 13, right?  I get that all the time. It
actually works well being a fur character," he said.

Disney divides their characters as fur (in a full costume) or face (in a
partial costume with face showing). Fur characters have a strict height
limit and tend to be largely females or short stature males.

"Yea, I have the same issue.  It's only since I turned 40 and got some grey
in my hair that people don't call me kid," I said with a laugh.

"I can see that, looks like you are facial hair deprived too like me,"
Ricky added. "As an actor, this comes in handy as casting folks like hiring
adults that look like kids. I got hired hear as a Peter Pan face character,
but my managers moved me to the fab five because of my personality and love
of kids," he explained.

"An actor, eh. Been in anything I know," I asked.

Have you seen Florida State Disaster Recovery Part 1?  I played a boy who
died in plane crash #2. It was a great role," Ricky laughed. "I am just
starting out really, I'm in school for filmmaking at Full Sail University
and got interested in acting when I appeared in a bunch of student films."

"I don't think I saw that film. But it sounds like a role people were dying
to have," I said using one of my best dad jokes. "My youngest son is an
actor too. He has been in a lot of commercials, some smaller roles in TV
shows and was one of the leads in a Christmas movie last year."

"I knew I recognized him, he was the kid in `Elf for a Day.' My little
brother must have watched that move 50 times at Christmas time! He is super
cute and talented, he will go far," Ricky said. "Do you think he would mind
if I asked for his autograph for my brother?"

"He is a little shy about being recognized, but I will make sure I connect
you with him to get it," I replied.  As I returned my attention to Aaron,
he was done with his cut and the barber was sprinkling sparkles in his
hair. I thought that was a little odd for a boy, but why not. This is
Disney World!  As I got up to walk over, I was stunned by how amazing he
looked. He was a super cute kid to start out, but with what appears to be
the perfect haircut, he looked stunning. Even the sparkles looked right.

As Aaron was being tidied, Alicia walked in, kissed my cheek and gasped as
she saw Aaron. "I don't know how it happened, but you look even more
handsome now than you did when I left you. I love your hair and the
sparkles are a nice touch. She reached in and hugged him and then helped
him out of the chair.

Ricky walked to the barber who was completing the transaction on his
computer and handed him a card that was swiped. I offered the barber a tip
and he said that Ricky took care of it and then asked Aaron if he could
have a picture with him and handed me the camera.  I was a little leery,
but Aaron was excited and I agreed and snapped the pic. We said our thank
yous and good byes and walked out to the rest of the group. Dylan walked
over to me and hugged me and said, "I missed you so much. You don't have to
pretend mom is going to be ok any longer," and then released me and went to
admire Aaron's new haircut.

Ricky put on his tour guide vest and explained how the day was going to
work.

"I am your VIP guide today. I am yours for up to eight hours. We can spend
all eight here or go to any park. I have a van backstage that can take us
from park to park if you want.  Your VIP status gets you front of the line
access on every ride. Front row seats at any show and special seating for
the parade and the fireworks here or at Epcot. Lunch, dinner and as many
snacks and non-alcoholic beverages as you want are included," Ricky
explained as each of us got more and more excited as the perks got laid
out.

"Please wear these lanyards and if you ever get separated, call the number
on the back and the VIP control center will get us reconnected. Does anyone
have any questions?" he asked.

"I have one," Dylan spoke up. "Can we see where Walt's head is kept," Dylan
laughed as he made his smart aleck comment. The rest of the group were
equally amused.  Ricky got a very serious look on his face, stared coldly
at Dylan, waited a couple seconds and finally replied. "No, we keep that at
Disney Land in California."

Dylan started to laugh, but Ricky kept up the ruse and maintained his
serious look in his face. Dylan, looked at me and I shrugged and mouthed,
"makes sense to me." Dylan in returned mouthed, "holy shit."

After a couple more beats, like a switch flipped, Ricky resumed his super
friendly self and turned to Aaron and said, where to buddy.

"Space Mountain!" he exclaimed and off the group went.

The park was really crowded so getting from point A to B was not
easy. Aaron walked holding Rickey's hand. Ali and I walked together, Randy,
Ryan and Dylan behind us and Rob at the rear checking out every boy that
walked by us.  My phone rang again, this time it was another real estate
agent. "Mr. Furman, I have the details on the home you wanted. It is six
bedrooms and every amenity you could imagine. It is $4,800,000 and is
vacant and it has been completed and available for immediate
occupancy. When do you want to see it?"

"Send the details to the email address I sent you earlier today and I will
call to set up an appointment with you for a viewing asap. I need to
discuss this with my wife and family first. I will be in touch tomorrow," I
said into the phone.

As she only heard one side of the conversation, Alicia had no idea what I
was working on. When I hung up, she said, "Darn right you need to talk to
your wife! What are you trying to buy now, do we really need another
investment?" I smiled and shrugged and said "later."

We arrived at the ride and Ricky flashed his lanyard at the cast member and
we used the Fast Pass lane to breeze past the 60-minute line up. Once we
got to the back of the Fast Pass que, he opened a gate at the switch back
behind the group and ushered us past even the Fast Pass line and right up
to the front where he flashed his lanyard and walked us all to the ride
line up. We took rows one through eight and loaded on the cars. Aaron in
the lead, followed by Randy, Dylan, Ryan, Rob, Alicia and then me. Ricky
stayed and said he would meet us in the offload area.

Off we went into the dark ride, I could hear the happy screams of the kids
in front of us and could just make out four sets of arms up in the air as
we took the first big drop. I love this ride and I enjoyed every second of
it, including the terrible new music they had added a few years ago
replacing the more iconic sci-fi sound track that I grew up with.

At the offload, I saw Ricky was on his phone and quickly ended the call as
we came to a stop. He went up and down the line high-fiving everyone as we
got off.  Aaron hugged him and squealed with delight about how much fun it
was. He wanted to go again, but Ricky said that we could come back but that
we had a lot to do.

In the gift store/arcade, Ricky announced that we had lunch reservation at
the Royal Table in the Castle in one hour. Apparently, Aaron requested
it. Personally, I don't like this restaurant as the food is not great and
it is just a parade of princesses and not really much of a place for guys.

Alicia whispered to me, "Perhaps he is gay, maybe he likes princesses and
sparkles too."

"Well then, that makes sense then," I said. "Maybe the food is better than
last time."  Ricky suggested that we do Dwarves Mine Train next and stay
close to the castle and off we went. The process for skipping ahead of the
line was the same, this one was 120 minutes, and the ride was great!  As we
got off, Ricky presented us with our ride photos. The four boys looked so
happy and excited in the pictures.

We had enough time to do the teacups and the carousel before it was time to
head to lunch and I was stunned that we just did four rides in the time it
would have taken to normally do one... this VIP plan was amazing.

It seems that I was alone in my lack of excitement about the lunch
location. While Randy had not been there since he was very little, this was
a first time for everyone. Tommy was particularly excited because he wanted
to talk about it on his next podcast. Alicia was sick the day I took the
kids, back in 2000, and she was very excited to experience it.

We arrived and Ricky did his magic and we walked right to our table past
the lineup of people waiting for their long-held reservations. We took our
seats and we were immediately attended to, we placed our orders quickly so
that we could maximize our day. The menu had changed since my last visit
and the options looked better. We were obviously all thinking alike as the
adults, Dylan and Ryan ordered the Pan Seared Chicken and Randy and Aaron
ordered beef tenderloin.

"This place is amazing," Aaron exclaimed as he looked around at his
surroundings. "I can't believe I am in the castle, wait until I tell my
mom... eating here and meeting Cinderella and Prince Charming had been her
dream."  A cast member came by and gave each of the boys a magic wand and
explained that they were used to cast spells. They suggested that they look
around at the suits of armor while they waited for their lunch. They
promised the characters would be around soon.

"I need to pee," Randy said. "Me too," said Aaron. Walt, can you take them
please, we don't need them to get lost. I looked at Ricky who knew what I
was going to ask and said, "We can't take kids into washrooms without
parents or guardians." OK boys, let's go. Dylan and Ryan followed the
procession.

Rob was busy on his phone and then looked up and announced he was going
too. "You going to make it a party Tommy?"

"Nope, I'm all good and I feel somebody needs to keep you company," Tommy
said and smiled at her. "Tell me what it's like being a newscaster?" Tommy
asked.

The washroom was downstairs and it took a bit of time to find it. We were
the only ones in the washroom, which was great because the four boys took
up the four urinals. I stood back against the back wall waiting for them.

Aaron was standing between Dylan and Randy and had his penis out trying to
pee, but more interested in checking out the boys on either side of him.

"Your cocks look different than mine. See," Aaron said as he backed out of
the urinal to display his erect penis to the others.

Randy looked at Aaron's penis and said with shock, "Where is your penis
head?"

I got closer to see what was happening, and chimed in to try and hurry this
up, "Aaron, the boys are circumcised. That means that they had the skin of
their penis's cut off when they were babies. You still have your
foreskin. Randy, his head is under the skin and can be seen when he pulls
back the skin."

"Like this?" Aaron said, seemingly wanting to have a show and tell session
in the washroom.  Just as he did that with the other three boys looking on
in interest, it felt like my heart stopped when the door opened, but it was
just Rob. He looked at what was happening and said, "We having a wiener
party in here?" The boys all laughed. Aaron had skinned back his foreskin
on his very erect penis and was making sure everyone had a good look.

Dylan and Ryan had tucked their parts back in and Aaron and Randy remained
on full display, now both fully erect and idly stroking their penis's. Rob
pushed past them, stood at a free urinal and pulled out his penis. I
assumed he was just peeing, but he turned his head and was staring at the
boys and clearly jerking off with his right hand. The boys did not notice,
but I did.

"Boys, put those away and go wash your hands," I ordered. Dylan and Ryan
walked to the sink and washed their hands and moved and left to go back to
the table. Randy and Aaron were staring at each other's penis's and
masturbating in the open. I am not sure it was actually intentional or just
fiddling with their dicks as boys that age constantly do.

Rob was red in the face and his right hand was pumping back and his arm and
shoulder gave his activity away.  "Boy's, let's go now before somebody else
walks in," I said sternly. They startled and tucked their boners in their
underwear and zipped up. Just as they did, I saw Rob tense, moan and go
limp having clearly ejaculated in the urinal.

I moved the boys to the sinks to wash their hands and Rob called out, "Hey
pal, could you pass me a paper towel or some toilet paper."  I went into a
stall and got a length of toilet paper and handed it to him, he looked at
me and smiled, I just shook my head incredulously and walked out ushering
the boys back to the table.

Yes, I like little boys and have engaged in sexual activities with them,
but I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that Rob was a complete
pervert. He is overtly flaunting his predilections and that is not only
dangerous for him, but for all of us if he draws unwanted attention or says
or does anything to cause Tommy to become suspicious. I have got to pull
him aside and have a serious talk with him. If it were not for his son's
friendship with Dylan, I would have walked away from him yesterday.

We arrived back at the table to find our salads, closely followed by Prince
Charming who came to have a talk with the boys. He was an awesome actor and
joked around with the boys and engaged them in banter that was more boyish
and they were all laughing and joining in. I got pictures of the bunch of
them with the Prince and Alicia wanted one with him to, which I took with a
bit of faux jealously to add to the fun.

Tommy pulled out a pocket tape recorder and asked everyone if they minded
if he recorded asking everyone some questions. We all agreed and he asked
us about the food so far and the characters. He asked Alicia about Prince
Charming and we all had a blast until our main courses came. It was time to
eat and everyone dug in. I was underwhelmed, it was not very good but
everyone seemed happy.

Ricky came to the table and brought Cinderella with him. "Hey guys, I
wanted to introduce you to my friend Cinderella, she is head princess
around here. Cindy, this is the boy I was telling you about, Aaron meet
Cinderella. She crouched done and he stood up and hugged her. They chatted
for a few minutes and then asked if I could take a picture of just the two
of them. I took one and Cinderella asked him to take another on the count
of three. At three, she turned her head and kissed Aaron on the cheek as I
clicked the picture.

Aaron turned bright red and the boys all cheered for him. She stayed for a
long while and chatted with the boys and we got another group picture that
Ricky took to make sure we were all in it this time. Cinderella said good
bye and was off to another table.  Ricky said he would be back soon to
collect us.

We all ate our dinner in high spirits. We chatted, laughed and enjoyed each
other's company. Even Rob and I had a nice chat about Disney experiences.

Dinner was over and we passed on dessert opting instead to get back into
the park to maximize our VIP fun. We all agreed that Haunted Mansion was
next and headed off in that direction. I hung to the back of the procession
to talk to Rob.

"What was that in the washroom?" I asked loudly enough for him to hear but
not enough for the surrounding crowd.  "I think you know Walt, I was
jacking off into a urinal," Rob said in a very matter of fact way as if he
was saying he was drying his hands.

"I know that, why would you do that in front of the boys in a public
washroom?" I asked.

"You don't think they don't jack off every chance they get?" he responded.

"You know darn well what I mean," I said quietly but assertively. "You are
taking unnecessary risks like that and openly lusting after the boys."

"You should talk! I know you are diddling Dylan and you are worried about
me stroking one out while only looking at those nice boy cocks in the
washroom. I think you need to think about that old saying, those in glass
houses shouldn't throw stones," Rob said.

"You said it yourself when we talked about this at the pool, you
specifically said `I've got to be more careful' when I called you out for
perving on Dylan. Well, I am not judging you, I am trying to tell you that
you are being too obvious and taking way too many risks. Hell, we are
hanging out with a CPS agent, what if he walked in with you cumming to
those boys whacking off. It's bad enough I need to get them to stop pawing
themselves in open, I don't want to have to be your guardian too!" I said,
worried that I went way overboard.

Rob walked looking straight ahead and didn't say a word. We stood there for
a few minutes and just before we entered the queue to Haunted Mansion, he
put his hand on my shoulder, looked me straight in the eye and said
"Thanks, I really needed to hear that. You are a good friend Walt," and we
walked into the line and caught up with the rest of the crew. He whispered
to me, "I really want what you have, you are a very lucky man."

I felt bad for Rob, his `look and don't touch' policy was really being
challenged hanging around the boys. Boy sex was all around him and he was
not able to participate. He knows about Dylan and I, the boys are scantily
dressed or naked most of the time in the room and pool and his son is
asking him to touch him and yet he was able to refuse. I was really being a
hypocrite, I just hope he got the message about being less obvious and
avoiding risk. I am not sure what I can do to help, but I will think it
through.

Ricky had arranged for our own stretching room and we filed in. Everyone
was really excited for the ride, everyone except Dylan and Aaron, who'd
been on the ride many times. As the lights went off, I had two boys grab
hold of me. "I'm afraid of the dark Walt," Aaron said. By the time I could
reassure him, the lights were back on and both Dylan and Aaron released me
and grabbed a hand each. The rest of the crew lead the way to the doom
buggies and we followed behind. Randy, Ali and Tommy were first to get
their buggy, followed by Rob and Ryan and then Dylan, Aaron and I next.

Both boys were snuggled up close, Aaron out of fear and Dylan for
affection, I think he was missing me. Dylan held my hand and placed it on
his lap. He was wearing nylon shorts and I could feel his hard boner
through the cloth. I looked over at Aaron and saw that he was not paying
any attention. Dylan was taking in all the sights and sounds of the ride
while pushing my hand into his boyhood. I could feel him flex underneath
and I let go of his hand very discreetly and took hold of his penis in my
fingers and gently stroked.

He sighed, closed his eyes for a couple seconds and opened them again and
once again resumed his attention to the awesome ride. I know there are
cameras everywhere, but my strokes were very subtle, and his hand was over
mine making it look like we were still holding hands. As we entered the
final room of the ride, he leaned over and whispered, "You need to stop or
I am going to squirt." I let go, took his hand again and at that moment
both boys saw the ghosts riding with us and removing and switching our
heads causing them to wail with laughter.

Here I was, moments after telling Rob off for being indiscreet and now I
was masturbating a 12-year-old boy on a ride. Mind you, it wasn't somewhere
where I could be seen, but it was still risky. I just feel so bad for the
boy right now, he really wanted the momentary intimacy and I wanted to
oblige him.

As the ride ended, Ricky was waiting for us and collected us all up and
escorted us out of the ride. "Did everybody like the ride?" he
asked. Everyone was smiling and nodding, but Aaron was over the moon
excited and was giving the guide the cutest recollection of what he saw, as
if Ricky hadn't been on the ride a hundred times before.

"Alicia, can I use your phone to call my mom?" Aaron asked.

"Sure sweetie, I'll dial if for you," Alicia said. She found the text with
the cell phone number, dialed it and handed the phone to Aaron.

"Hi mom?" Aaron said into the phone. "No, it's Aaron." There was a pause
and Aaron looked confused. "No, this is Aaron, Mom. I am calling you."

Alicia guided Aaron over to a bench and had him sit. She sat beside him and
put her ear to the phone as well to try and overhear the
conversation. Tommy was paying attention and walked over and was listening
too.

"Mom, are you ok? You sound strange," Aaron said on the verge of tears. "No
mom, it's Aaron calling."

Alicia took the phone and Tommy sat down beside the boy and put his arm
around him.

"Hello, Ms. Reid, this is Alicia Furman calling, we spoke this
morning. Aaron is with my family and I at Walt Disney World," Alicia
said. "No, we have Aaron with us. Are you ok Ms. Reid?"

Alicia gave me a look of desperation.

"Hey Ricky, can you take boys to get some churros while we deal with this
on the phone and meet us back here?" I asked.

"On, it. I'll bring some back for you guys too. Let's go boys," Ricky said
leading the three boys and Rob to the nearest churro stand.

Alicia stood up, put her hand over the mic and whispered to me, "She is
stoned and there is some guy screaming in the background. She is now saying
that I kidnapped Aaron," Alicia said.

"Ask her where she is. Tell her we are bringing Aaron to her and let's have
Tommy sent the sheriff."

"Ms. Reid, we will bring Aaron to you right now, tell me where you are?"
she said into the phone. Aaron heard this and started to cry. I sat down
and said, "It's OK Aaron, we are staying here, I am going to ask Tommy to
send her some help, I don't think she is feeling well," I said.

Tommy, getting the full picture stood up and he and Alicia walked away to
continue the plan. This left me with the crying boy, ironically just a few
steps away from where a crying Dylan was essentially abandoned by his mom
and step-father less than 48 hours ago.

"Mommy gets sick like this a lot, it's scary. I love mommy, but I don't
want to go back to that motel with her. Can I stay with your family for a
while until she gets better?" Aaron said.

"You are staying with us tonight for sure, we can talk more about it as
soon as we know how your mother is, OK?" He just nodded his head and said,
"When can we get back to the rides."

The poor kid is so used to his mother being `sick' that he is taking it
almost like a routine.

As if that call wasn't bad enough, my phone rang and the call display read
Celebration Hospital. I glanced at Dylan who was staring right at me as if
he knew. "Walt Furman," I answered.

"Mr. Furman, this is David Naismith, I am the duty social worker at
Celebration Hospital. Are you in a place where you can speak freely?"

I turned my back on Dylan and walked to a bench out of hearing range of the
group. Alicia followed me looking concerned. She mouthed the words, "What
now?" I leaned in to her ear and whispered, "It's the hospital." Alicia
turned and looked at Dylan, he was standing in the same place but now tears
were streaming down his face. Alicia went to him while I continued the
call.

"I am alone now, how can I help you," I said into the phone.

"Mr. Furman, I am afraid I have some bad news for you. Mrs. Petrov passed
away 30 minutes ago. She had a cardiac arrest and the doctors were unable
to revive her. I understand from my colleague that you are the guardian of
her minor son," Mr. Naismith explained.

While I knew it was likely, I was still stunned to hear the news and it was
just bad timing with the developing trauma with Aaron's mother at the same
time. I was even more surprised that tears welled up in my eyes, not in
grief for a person I barely knew, but for Dylan who just lost the life he
knew.

"Mr. Furman, are you still there? Can you confirm that you are the guardian
of Ms. Petrov's minor child."

"His name is Dylan and yes I am," I said way too tersely.

"Will you need support to break the news to him?" he asked.

"No, I can handle it. His CPS worker is with us right now, so he will have
support from him as well," I responded.  "OK, I am sorry that you have to
do this, please pass on our condolences to Dylan," he said. "I am sorry
that I have to ask you about arrangements for Mrs. Petrov's body. The
county coroner will require an autopsy, so she cannot be released until
that is done. Will you be arranging for a funeral?

"Yes, I will take care of it. Please provide my contact information to the
coroner and I will make the necessary arrangements as soon as she has been
released. I have to go now and talk to Dylan. Can we talk later today?"

"Absolutely Mr. Furman, call when you are ready. I will text you my contact
details when we hang up. I will be here until 1:00 am."

I concluded the call, and took a second to send one text message, "Walt
Furman here, let's proceed," as soon as I hit send, I turned and walked to
Dylan who was in the embrace of Alicia with the rest of our group all
around for support. Alicia looked at me for a sign and I simply nodded my
head and mouthed the words, "She's gone."

To be continued.