Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2019 22:02:09 +0200 (CEST) From: Mad Mouse Subject: Dylan - Chapter 21 This story is 100% fiction and none of the characters are real or even composites of anyone alive or dead. If you are under 18, you know that you should not be reading this. Absolutely nothing in this story should be considered as anything 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. ***I do not condone, or encourage, any of the actions of my characters in this story.*** If you are like me and enjoy the Nifty Archive, then donate to the folks that make all of this happen to keep the archive alive and free for all. Any amount will be appreciated. Donate now by following this link http://donate.niftyorg/donate.html I would really appreciate and need your feedback, suggestions and encouragement. 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Having said that, I really need and want your feedback, ideas and requests. As you can tell, I have not and will not write fetish stuff but I am open to other ideas even G rated ones. Please please please write and let me know your thoughts! Now with that, buckle yourself in and enjoy Chapter 21 of Dylan. Chapter 21 As we exited the Epcot monorail, Ricky was waiting at the top of the ramp. I had texted him when we transferred from the Magic Kingdom train to the Epcot train. "Hi guys, our dinner reservation at the Garden Grill is in ninety minutes so I thought we could have some fun while we wait," Ricky addressed the group as he handed out Epcot VIP lanyards. "Cool, let's see how may rides we can do before we eat!" Tommy said. "First stop, Test Track!" Ricky said and we all took off at a fast clip. Dylan was sticking close to me and understandably was still very glum. I called to the rest of the group and said we would meet at the entrance. I steered Dylan to a bench, sat him down and kneeled in front of him so I could look directly into his eyes. "Dylan, you don't have to go on a ride or even go to dinner if you don't want to. We can go back to the room or go anywhere else," I said. "I want to go with everyone, I'll be ok. Having some fun will help me feel better. Please just stay with me wherever we go," Dylan said. "Absolutely son, we'll stick together today and forever," I said. After a quick hug, we got up and fast walked to catch up with the others. As we approached, I couldn't help but notice that Aaron was sticking like glue to Randy. They were holding hands, like kids half their age. I have to admit, it was cute but likely inspired by the scene back at the hotel only 40 or so minutes ago. We caught up as Ricky explained that we simply walk past the lines and we can take the next ride vehicle. We all wend in and everyone had fun designing our perfect cars and then it was time to move to the ride itself. What was a 40-minute stand-by line, was seconds for us. Tommy, Dylan and I took front row with Dylan in the "driver's seat". Behind us was Ali, Randy and, of course, Aaron. The next car was Ryan and Ricky and a family of four from the fast pass line. Dylan's mood changed almost as fast as the car and he had his hands in the air and whooping as the car accelerated along the track at the dizzying speed of 64.8 miles an hour. This ride always seems so fast, but I have been known to drive my own car faster and that never seems as exciting. As we disembarked, everyone was excitedly talking about how fun the ride is, the kids all convinced that their designs were the real reason we reached such speeds. "OK guys, what's next," Rick asked. "Mission Space ORANGE!" Dylan yelled enthusiastically. "A fine choice, sir," Ricky high fived him as he led us past the General Motors showroom and back out into Future World. Dylan was with the boys explaining the difference between orange and green rides. Dylan and Randy were ready for the wilder ride of Orange and Aaron and Randy the tamer green ride. Each cabin holds four, so the adults paired off, Tommy and I with Dylan and Ryan and Ali and Ricky with Aaron and Randy. Once again, we sailed past the 30-minute stand-by line and got settled in our space craft. In our cabin Dylan was commander, Ryan the Pilot, Tommy was Navigator and I was engineer. The green team had Ricky as engineer sitting beside Aaron the Pilot, then Randy the Commander and Ali the Engineer. In our Orange cabin, only Dylan was a first timer even though he seemed to know everything about it and narrated the whole time until Gary Sinise started to address the crew. For me, the best part of this ride was going to be seeing Dylan's reactions and they were great. He smiled a mile wide as he felt the g-forces on his body but took all the orders for throwing switches and pushing buttons very seriously and making sure that we were all doing as we were ordered too. It was awesome to see him having so much fun and so cute to see him totally immersed in the unfolding story that we were a part of. Everyone from team Orange had a great time and we met up with team Green in the gift shop on the way out as nobody wanted to stop in the mission control game tonight. We were 50 minutes into our 90 available. "Let's do Universe of Energy," Ali said. Everyone groaned. Dylan, not wanting to hurt Ali's feelings said, "Ali it's a really long ride, I'll go on it with you after dinner, ok?" Ali hugged Dylan, "That's a date sweetie." Ricky took charge and said, "I suggest Soaring followed by Living with the Land before dinner." Everyone agreed and we make the trek to the Land Pavilion. As we walked, the boys were a group, Tommy and Ricky were chatting and Ali and I got a chance to have a few seconds to ourselves. "You ok honey bunny," Ali said to me. I smiled; I hadn't heard her use honey bunny in years. "Yea, good. Totally overwhelmed and running on adrenalin, but doing ok," I replied leaning in for a quick smooch. "You?", I said. "Well, I am not going to lie, the last 48 hours have been the strangest of my life. What happened back in the room between you Aaron and Randy?", Ali asked. "Why do you ask?" I queried. "Hmm, a deflection counsellor?", she joked. "Well, until the last hour, Aaron and Randy were just friendly and now they are behaving like lovers. Back in the space ride, Aaron kept pawing at Randy's shorts. Randy kept batting his hands away and eventually said, later," Ali explained. "Just wondering what I missed," she continued. "You know, I still can't get used to talking to you about this or sharing this deep secret," I said. "Well, get over it... it is just another thing you and I share. Now spill it," Ali said. "Randy is in early stages of puberty and having learned about what his penis can do, he has been whacking off all day, made it sore and could not make his erection go away. He wanted my help," I explained. "I could have helped him, he should have asked me," Ali again joked. "Perhaps, but I think he was a little embarrassed. So, I helped him... you know... I made it go down," I said, kind of embarrassed to discuss this with my wife. "And how did you... help," Ali asked, knowing full well. "You are getting off on me telling you, aren't you?" I asked. "Yup! Details daddy..." "I sucked him to orgasm after some gentle foreplay," I admitted. "Mmm. Sounds like it was nice," she said. "Hold on, what about Aaron?" "Well, he apparently was in the washroom and got a show," I said. "You gave Aaron a show and not me," she said. "Can you be serious? No, I did not give him a show. I had no idea he was there," I explained. "When Randy was... um... done, Aaron came out of the shadows and asked if I could do him too," I explained. "Oh dear. And did you?" she asked. "No, I refused and eventually Randy said he would do it later," I said. "That was the only way he stopped asking." I said. "We are going to have to have a chat with Aaron to discuss secrets," Ali said. "I suspect that from what we learned of his background, secrets are a part of his life already," I suggested. "But yes, we will have to have that chat." We were almost at The Land Pavilion, so we had to change topics. Ali had to have the last word though, "Let me know next time, I would like a good show." We rushed in the door, down the escalator and down the long hall to Soaring, past the 60-minute wait and right into the preboarding area to watch and listen to Patrick Warburton's hilarious video. Within minutes we were being loaded on one of my favorite rides as Dylan gave us a full history of the ride and it's Meccano beginnings. As we were loaded, Aaron and Randy got separated and Aaron would not have that and ordered Ricky to move. Everyone laughed thinking it was just a joke. Aaron do not look like he was joking. He took his seat beside Randy, grabbed his hand and seemed better. I think this is going to require a conversation too. As we were flying, I looked over at Dylan who again had a massive smile on his face but had tears streaming down his cheeks. He did not look in distress, so I just left him to his tears. The ride ended and Dylan wanted to do it again but got talked out of it in favor of a trip on Living with the Land. Ricky explained that he wanted to do this ride before dinner because some of the food we are about to eat is grown in here. That was all it took and everyone was ready to hop on our last pre-dinner ride. Randy came to ask if I could take him to the washroom and we managed to get away before Aaron noticed. We both went into the handicap stall and Randy said that he wanted to talk to me in private because Aaron would not stop touching his penis. He told me about the incident in Mission Space and also told me that in Soaring he put his hand into Aarons shorts and played with his penis the whole time. "It feels nice daddy, but I don't like it when he keeps doing it without my permission and in public," Randy said. "Randy, you have to say no to him. It is important that you never let another person do that without your permission. Ever!" I said. "I can talk to him it you want, but I think you need to tell him first... it is your body, those are your private parts and NOBODY gets to touch or see them without your permission." "OK daddy, I will. But if he doesn't stop, will you talk to him?", Randy asked. "Of course, I will, champ," I said. "Show me your penis Randy," I commanded. He immediately started to pull down his little shorts and stopped. "No. I don't want to!" Randy said, totally understanding what I was trying to do. "That a boy Randy. You got it. It is your body and your decision," I reiterated. "OK, let go and catch up with the group," I said as I started opening the door. "NO!" Randy exclaimed. "Now Randy, you can't refuse this kind of dad order," I said. Giggling, Randy said, "I know, I just have to pee first and there is like, a toilet here and everything." Randy pulled down his shorts to his knees exposing his cute little bum and his fire engine red penis. "Does your penis still hurt, it is so red and sore looking!" I asked. "It stings a bit when I touch it and it stung a lot when Aaron was playing with it, but it is getting better," Randy said. "We are going to have to put some kind of cream on it before bed tonight," I said. He finished emptying his bladder, shook his little penis and pulled up his pants. "We can go now," he declared. "After you ... Red," I said. "Ha ha funny, dad," Randy said. We rejoined our group and immediately got our boat for the ride. There was no wait for anyone this time, it is not a super popular ride. Personally, I love it but some find it slow. For me, this ride is a great call back to what Epcot was when it opened as Epcot Centre as an educational experience. Dylan snuggled up close on my bench, I put my arm around him and held him close. Aaron and Randy were in front of us and I saw Aaron and Randy holding hands. This time I saw that Aaron guided Randy's hand to his crotch and then saw the tell tail sign that he had put his hand in his shorts this time. Randy was not taking it out, I leaned forward and said. "Hey, would you look at all the security cameras in this place. They must be watching us really closely," I said. Randy ripped his hands out of his friends shorts in quick order and the two of them get searching our cameras. I hope I have not made them paranoid, but that was just too much. "Randy leaned back, crooked his finger at me and whispered to me, "I know why Aaron keeps touching me, he is super horny... you should feel how hard his dickie is." Without my response or another word, he returned facing forward. The ride was wonderful, as usual. Randy and Aaron were a bit alarmed that the giant tilapia were going be killed and eaten in the restaurant. Everyone marveled over the incredible fruits and vegetables in the green house. Lots of pointing and laughing at the sometimes strange plants in the greenhouse. This is one of those rides that most ignore unless everything else is packed and then they realize what a treat it is. As we disembarked, Ricky mentioned that we had 15 minutes left before our reservation. Ali suggested that we use the time for a pee break and all of the boys headed into the washroom as did Ali. Ryan, Dylan, Tommy and I each took a urinal and Aaron and Randy went into stalls. I wasn't really paying attention to anyone else, I did my business, washed my hands and announced I would meet everyone outside the door. I was followed by Tommy, Dylan and Ryan. I did notice that the younger boys were still in the washroom but I assumed they had more than just peeing going, so I was just happy to wait. Ali came out next and Ricky, who had been waiting, suggested that he lead everyone up and that I follow with the stragglers. Five minutes had now passed and I was getting a little concerned so I walked in. Now I was not 100% sure which stalls they were in and there were about 15 of them so I called out "Aaron and Randy, are you guys ok." Randy replied, "Yea, Dad, just pooping." Aaron giggled and replied, "I'm pooping too, Walt." A third, clearly adult male voice replied as well, "If you want to know I am also pooping." To which everyone in the washroom laughed out loud. "Boys, I will be outside," I responded. "K dad," Randy replied. "Ok dad," the adult responded having way too much fun. I once again stood vigil outside the washroom. Alicia texted me, "We are being seated now. See you soon." A man walked out and looked at me, "Are you poop dad?" I smiled sarcastically and replied, "I guess I am." "Well I think there is more going on between your boys than pooping," he said and walked away with a knowing smirk on his face. I went back in and called out again, "Boys, we gotta go." The reply came back, "Just another couple minutes," it was Aaron and he sounded out of breath. I walked down to where I thought the voice came from and called out again, "Do you need help." Again, Aaron answered, "Nope, we are good," again sounding out of breath. I found the stall that the voice came from and I knocked, "Open this door now," I commanded. "Hold on," came Randy's voice. They were whispering and I bent over just in time to see two sets of feet and one set of knees. Randy's knees and a puddled pair of shorts around the other set of feet. I reduced my voice to almost a whisper, "I know what you boys are doing. Come out here now." I saw the knees disappear and hands reaching down and yanking up pants. The door opened and two boys emerged looking down at their feet. "Come with me," I commanded. "Stop, wash your hands first," I ordered, as we passed the sinks. When we got into the lobby outside of the washrooms, I guided them into a corner and confronted them. "Randy, you were sucking on Aaron's penis in there, weren't you?" I asked trying to remain calm. "Dad, Aaron crawled under the wall and was really upset. He was crying about missing his mother. I hugged him and he put his hands down the back of my pants and started to rub my bum. I told him no, like you told me too, and he stopped and apologized. He said he really just wanted the blow job I promised him and he would feel better. He pulled down his pants and he had a really hard dink like I did. He said he needed to feel tingles so it went down. So, I did. Please don't be mad at me," Randy said and started to tear up. Aaron stood quietly and had tears in his eyes too. They both clearly thought they were in big trouble. "I'm sorry, Walt, I know I shouldn't have asked Randy, but after seeing Randy getting sucked at the hotel my dick was so hard it hurt," Aaron said through tears without looking at me. My heart melted seeing the two of them so sad over doing what, frankly, seems to come naturally to boys on the cusp of puberty. "Guys I am not mad at what you did, I am a little upset at where you did it. It's also kind of rude to make everyone else wait while you go off and do what you want. But, it's ok guys, no harm done. I am not mad at you, but we need to talk about this later," I said. I leaned into each and hugged them. "Let's go eat!" I said. Both boys followed, but Aaron seemed very nervous. I made a point of putting my arm around him. I have not really gotten to know this boy as I have been so distracted with everything else happening. He seemed like a really nice little kid that has had some really tough breaks in life. He was also super cute. We entered the restaurant, found the rest of our party and took our seats just as the cast member came to take our order. When I say to take our order, I mean drinks as everyone eats the same there and they keep bringing food until you can't eat anymore. Truly, a mecca for hungry pre-teens! We all ordered our favorite beverages and within moments they appear with the most delicious warm bread and whipped butter you have ever tasted. Ricky took the time to tell the boys all about the restaurant just as the rotation took us over the first scene we just saw from below on the Living with the Land Ride. It was just then that Aaron realized we were rotating and he was amazed. He was so excited he had now recovered from the most recent episode in the washroom. As excited as Aaron was, nothing could match his excitement when Chip came by to visit. "I know how we can tell you are Chip and not Dale! It's because you have a nose that looks like a chocolate chip," Arron explained. Chip pointed at his nose, gave him a thumbs up and then offered a high five. Aaron was excited, "Who is next?" he said. Ricky had slipped away and I saw him walking back with Mickey, all the kids (both actual kids and us grown up kids) were star stuck. Ricky was making eye contact with Dylan and was escorting Mickey right to him. Mickey got down on his knees and opened his arms for a hug for Dylan. Dylan jumped up and ran into his arms, Dylan was crying softly and we were all silent as we watched Mickey and Dylan stay in the hug for what seemed like a long time. Ricky spoke, "Dylan, Mickey heard about your mother and he wanted to let you know how sorry he was. He remembers when Walt Disney died and he wanted to let you know that he understands. He asked me to give you this card." Dylan backed away from his hug enough to take the card. Mickey remained on his knees and Dylan was right beside. Dylan opened the card and on the front was the famous drawing called The World Weeps for Walt Disney by Karl Hubenthal. He opened the card and it read Dylan, All of us at Walt Disney World want you to know how sad we are for you that your mom died today. Some of us remember the day Walt Disney died and I felt terrible. We were scared because we didn't know what would happen to us and how we could continue to make people happy. We soon realized that even though Walt was gone from our sight, he was right here in all of us and all that he built. Dylan, your mom may be gone from your sight, but she will live on in you. She made a great choice leaving you with Walter and Alicia Furman, we know that they will be great parents to finish the wonderful boy your mom started. On behalf of all of us from Walt Disney, we want to offer you our condolences. It was Signed Mickey and the Gang Tears streamed down Dylan's face and he again melted into Mickey's embrace. Mickey nor Ricky rushed him, and eventually Dylan broke the hug, wiped his eyes and said to Ricky and Mickey, "Thank you Rickey and Mickey. I am 12 and know that you are a fur cast member playing Mickey Mouse. I am old enough to know that this is all make believe, but this letter and your hug mean so much to me. I never really thought about it before, but what you guys wrote in this letter will stay with me forever. My mom and I loved Walt Disney together and being here will always remind me of her," Dylan said. Everyone in our group was bawling like babies as were the guests in the tables on either side of us. I was stunned and proud at Dylan's little speech and how composed and grateful he was. As he finished speaking, everyone burst into applause. Dylan took his seat and as Mickey stood, Goofy happened by and collided comically with Mickey and some hilarious antics entertained the room while Ali, Randy and I collectively embraced Dylan as a family for the first time. "I love you big brother," Randy said and Dylan relied, "Me too little brother. "Hold on, who is my big brother now, Aaron or Dylan?", Randy asked. "Good question, when is your birthday son," Alicia asked. "It is March 15th," Dylan replied. Ali and I looked at each other with our mouths agape. "What," Dylan asked. 'You and Aaron are born the same day. You don't happen to know what time do you?", Ali asked. Dylan shook him head no. "We will have to check the long form birth certificate," I said. "Looks like it is a tie for who is big brother, little brother," Dylan said. "Oh great, with two big brothers, I am in big trouble," Randy said with a smile. We all hugged again as the cast arrived with our food. We all enjoyed the food and had fun with the characters as they visited. Just as the restaurant rotated back to where we started, we were all getting organized to leave. As we were leaving, Mickey saw Dylan and came for one more hug. We took a bunch of pictures and then we were all off. "So, the night is young. What do you want to do next?" Ricky asked. Ali piped up and said, "Randy has to get back to the room to get some sleep so he can be ready for the audition tomorrow. I will take Randy and Aaron back to the room and get them settled in for the night," Ali said as both boys yawned in unison. "Can I come too?" Ricky said. "I think I ate too much need to sleep it off. "Rickey, I have to head home to pick up some clothes and supplies as I've agreed to hang with these guys, so I am going to head back to the hotel and drive from there." "Dylan, what do you say we hang out for a while. Maybe catch Illuminations?" I asked. "Sure, that would be great. I am not tired yet after my nap this afternoon," Dylan added. "Cool guys, I can hang with you for about an hour and then I got to head home, I have to work rope drop in the morning," Ricky said. I took a second to pull Ali aside and filled her in about the latest between Aaron and Randy. "I think you need to put them in two separate rooms so that Randy can actually sleep. That Aaron is a bit of a horn dog and he might keep him up... and awake," I said. Ali smiled, "I will make sure that Randy is asleep, tomorrow is way too important!" The hotel party and the Epcot parties all said their good nights and headed off in their respective directions. As we strolled, we popped into Club Cool, the Coca-Cola sampling shop. As much as Dylan is a walking Disney Wikipedia, he did not know about Club Cool or Beverly. Of course, Ricky and I enjoyed watching Dylan's reaction at the taste of the bitter Italian drink. "That is disgusting! Why would anyone drink that stuff," Dylan said and then roared his disgust again when the second wave of after taste hit. "So how many can you do Walt," Ricky asked with a weird western vibe to his voice like we were in a saloon. "I ain't a-sayin. Hows about yuse?" I responded. "My record is 17," he boasted, "Wait. What? You actually drank 17 cups of this. Garbage? How are you still alive?" Dylan said. "I'll see your 17 and raise you 20," I said now switching to a poker theme. "Call," was all Rickey said. "You guys are nuts. Walt, can I have your phone and film this?", Dylan said and started filming. "Ok guys, at the same time now. Go!", Dylan called as he pointed the camera at us. The Club Cool cast member came over and said, "Ricky, if you hurl, you're cleaning up your own protein spill." We down cup after cup of Beverly and were at 15 each. I had to make it to 20. Time for some Psyops. "So, Ricky, you're looking a little green there my friend," I said. "I hear that this stuff is actually fermented donkey piss." "No, sir, it is made from the tears of lawyers," Rickey countered. "Oh, touché!", I replied. 16...17...18 "Ladies and gentlemen, this is an important moment in Epcot, Ricky whatshisface has broken his own record of Beverly with 18 cups. Can he make 20 to answer my dad's challenge," Dylan narrated the video. He called me his dad! I was so excited I was energized and ready to beat fur boy! 19...20. "I'm just getting started!", I said. 21 and that was the end of Ricky. I drank 3 more to solidly claim my championship status and Ricky ran to a washroom. I asked the cast member it that was a record. She told me it wasn't even close. They have had faceoff's that have got to more than 60. That nauseated me and diminished my great accomplishment. Ricky returned and was clutching his stomach. "Is it ok if I leave you guys, I am not feeling so well," he said. "Sure, you have had a long day. Thanks for everything. Let's touch base tomorrow as soon as you have details," I said. Rickey gave Dylan a big hug, shook my hand and left us outside Club Cool. "Can we walk around World Showcase Walt?" "Sure buddy." We started at Canada and went counter-clockwise. We watched the Circle Vison Canada movie with Martin Short and walked up the stairs to the third level of the pavilion that was themed after the Chateau Frontenac Hotel in Quebec. The had closed the stores up here years ago so it was quiet and we sat on the ground looking up at the impressive structure. Dylan snuggled in very close and we just sat and enjoyed the closeness and the quiet after the stress of the day. Neither of us spoke for the longest time. "Walt, am I a pervert?" "No, why would you say a thing like that?" "Do you remember when you first brought me back to your room?" "Yes, of course I do. It was only a couple days ago." "I was doing everything I could to get you to do sexy stuff with me. I undressed in front of you. When you sent me to the bathroom, I took my underwear off before I went in and showed you my butt. When I was done in the shower, I got into your bed almost naked and pulled up the t-shirt I was wanting to rub against you with my penis but you were sleeping. "When you woke up, I was trying to show you my whole body and then you rubbed my bum with your penis and spurted on me. I loved it and really wanted to do more but I was faking sleep hoping you would do more," Dylan said. "Yes, I remember all of that. You were really getting me worked up. You are a very cute boy and have the nicest bum I have ever seen. I didn't know you were awake though; you were a good faker." "None of that makes you a pervert, curious yes, maybe a bit horny, definitely but not a pervert. I am the one that was being a pervert cumming on your bum like that. I am actually ashamed of that because I took advantage of a sleeping child," I said. "That is 100% against my principles as I have always refused to do anything with a boy unless I have absolute permission." "I gave you permission Walt, but I basically raped your butt while you slept," he said. "Then, what I forced you to do on the boat. I am so embarrassed that I did that." "Listen Dylan, you are not a pervert, you are a curious little boy. You did not make me do anything that I didn't really want to do. Perhaps not on a boat in public, but if I really wanted to stop you, I would have," I said. "Really, it is me that should feel guilty. You know that what we have done together is illegal and could put me in jail for a long time," I said. "I would never say anything to anyone ever, Walt. I wanted to do all of those things and I want to do more and I don't understand why it is against the law. Remember I told you about my mother's boyfriend before Alexi. What he did to me should be against the law. He made me do things and tricked me. What you and I do is good, we both want to do those things and we love each other," Dylan said. "Buddy, I agree that that man needs to be in jail. Anybody that uses force or lies to have sex with anyone is the real criminal, but society and the law put him and I in the same category. As much as I love to do the things we do, I wish that I was not born a boy-lover ... it has not been easy to be this way," I confessed. "I really love kids in the regular way too and have devoted my career to helping boys and girls when they need legal or financial help. Being somebody that is attracted to young boys has caused me great stress," I continued. "I don't really understand laws or understand what you just said, but it is my body and my life and if I want to have sex with you...," Dylan said way too loud. "Shhh... you have to keep your voice down," I reminded him. He reverted to a whisper, "If I want to have sex with you, that is my decision. Police should have no say. I may be 12, but I'm not stupid, you know. I know what feels good and what feels bad... you know that good touch, bad touch stuff. What I know for sure is that everything with you is good touch," Dylan concluded and took my hand and placed it over his shorts right on top of his hard penis, which was thankfully obscured from public view by his long t-shirt. I did not move my hand and in fact, I gave him a few light squeezes and a gentle rub on his stiff little boy penis and left my hand in place as I continued. "Dylan, you are really something. It seems that neither of us want to stop our fun, but I need to be clear that we are about to be father and son and we can't paw at each other like horny puberty boys," I started to say. "But I am a horny puberty boy...", Dylan said with a big smile and a flex of his horny puberty boy dick that I was still holding under his t-shirt. "Apparently, but I think you know what I am saying. I have to be your father and that means limits, rules, discipline and respect. If I feel that this," I rubbed his cotton covered penis, "is making it difficult to be your father then this," this time a squeeze that caused Dylan to moan,"ends. I love you and to show that love I am going to be the father you need and cannot be the lover you don't need," I said. "Ewww, that sounded wrong even to me, but I promise. I can't wait to officially be Dylan Furman and be the best son ever." "Let's continue our walk, I would like to be at France for Illuminations," I said "Can you keep holding my penis as we walk. It could be like a leash for a dog," Dylan said. "Um, no," I said to the silly, but funny, suggestion. We got up, Dylan reached turned away from the stair and discreetly adjusted his hard member. He turned back around nodded that he was ready and off we went, down the stair and turned right heading to the United Kingdom. "I am getting cold," Dylan said as we strolled enjoying the sights and sounds. We were both only in shorts and t-shirts and as it got dark, a chill was rolling in. "Do you want to head back to the hotel?" I asked. "NO! I want to see Illuminations!" Dylan exclaimed. Just then I saw one of the rare souvenir shops at Disney World and I guided Dylan in so that I could see about some sweatshirts. "This is perfect!" Dylan exclaimed holding a Walt Disney World One World Four Parks fleece throw. "Let's grab two," I said and took them up to the cashier to pay. As we walked into France, Dylan announced he was hungry so we popped into Bakery Les Halles Boulangerie Patisserie and each got a snack and a Coke to share. I treated myself to a beignet and Dylan an éclair. We sat in the bakery to warm up and enjoyed our treats. Dylan took a bite into his éclair and the cream filling shot out of the end and coated around his mouth. He started to laugh uncontrollably. I reach over with a napkin and wiped the mess off his face and asked what was so funny. He said that the way the éclair squirted out the whipped cream looked like it had an orgasm. Only a 12-year old boy could see that, but his laughter was infectious and so badly needed at this point in his life that I channeled my inner 12-year old and giggled like an idiot too while making up other idiotic comments about the éclair. "How does a pastry only a few hours old cum already." "The thing doesn't look like it had reached puberty, it has no pubic hair." "This is what Mrs. Quasimodo gets to see when she has sex with her husband." We were literally rhyming off dumb and sometimes gross ejaculation humor like a couple kids in the lunchroom of a middle school. After 10 minutes or so, and many strange looks from other guests later, we got ourselves under control. "Walt, I have to drain my éclair," Dylan topped it all off with that final penis joke and we headed to the washroom to take care of business. As we emerged from the washroom, the Epcot announcer announced Illuminations would be starting soon I lead Dylan to my secret location for viewing. Nobody was in the area just by the bridge to the UK and that gave us the pick of the spots. I took the small grassy spot that was chained off from the small hill to the lagoon and right on the line of the chain that presumes to be a fence so the cast did not shoo us away. We both sat on the grass and unpacked our fleece throws. I handed Dylan one and I took one and wrapped it around myself. Dylan had another idea and joined me under mine and wrapped his around us too. Dylan asked if he could sit between my legs and leans on me and I helped him to position himself so he would be cozy and warm and repositioned the throws. We were all set and ready for the show when my phone rang and I saw from call display it was Rob. "Success!" Rob exclaimed as soon as I said hello. "What do you mean." "I mean that we met the mother an hour ago and we had a good talk. It didn't hurt that as soon as the boy saw me, he ran to me and hugged me," Rob explained. "So, she has agreed to withdraw the charges?" I asked. Just as I said that, I realized that Dylan had disappeared under the throw and was trying to pull my fly down. "Stop that!" I said. "Stop what?" Rob asked, "Nothing, go on." I said. "As soon as my flight attendant friend talked to the mother and we talked it out, she not only has agreed to withdraw the charges, but she is making us dinner right now." Dylan now had his hand inside my shorts wrapped around my penis trying to get it out. I tried discreetly to stop him, but I had the phone in one hand and now holding the throw in place with the other to avoid it falling away and Dylan's actions being on full display if I dropped it. "Walt," you there. "Yup, sorry. So, what's next," I said. Just then I felt the incredible sensation of 12-year old boy's lips around the head of my penis. I could not believe this was happening, especially after our heart to heart talk back in Canada. I wanted to stop him, but it felt so good, nobody was watching, he was totally obscured by two large fleece throws. "Tomorrow, she is going to join me at the Osceola county courthouse and we are going to ask the sheriff to join us so she can talk to the judge and the officer at the same time," Rob said. I must have moaned or something as Rob whispered into the phone, "Which one of those little hotties has their mouth on your cock?" "What, no. What are you talking about? Holy shit, Rob!" I said. Dylan must have heard me as he stopped, tucked me back into my shorts and resurfaced with a worried look on his face. "I was just joking Walt. Sorry, I am just elated and having some fun. Can I crash at the monster suite tonight now that I am not a man on the run?" "Sure Rob, I am at Epcot right now, but Ali is at the room", I said. "Sounds great pally, see you soon. And say hi to Dylan for me," he said and gave a creepy little chuckle like he knew exactly what had been happening. I disconnected the phone and Dylan immediately asked, "Everything ok, you sounded mad and you suddenly went ... um, err, soft." "Nope, it was good news, Rob just made a stupid joke," I said. "So, he didn't molest the kid on his plane," he asked. "You know? Does Ryan know?", I asked shocked that he found out. "No, just me. I heard you guys talking about it. I didn't say anything to the others," Dylan said. "And to your question, no, he did not molest the boy and the mother is dropping charges, I said. "Ok, that's good. I sure thought that Ryan would be the newest Furman when his dad went to jail," Dylan said. I did not respond, just laughed, grabbed my boy and tickled his ribs as the announcer warned that Illuminations was about to begin. Families had started to fill in around us and before long the area was back with us having the absolute best view possible. As the lights went down for the show to begin, I felt Dylan shifting around under the blankets again. This time he was taking his socks and shoes off. Then proceeded to pull his shorts off and finally while watching the opening burst of pyrotechnics, pulled off his underwear. Other than his t-shirt, he was totally naked under the throws. Not more than one foot away on either side and the back of us were families and my Dylan was sitting there mostly naked only being hidden by a couple of fleece throw blankets. He shifted a bit more and managed to get a corner of one of the throws under his bum, I guess being bare on the grass was not comfortable and likely chilly. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "We just talked about this stuff, wrong time and place buddy." "Nobody can see and it's fun, isn't it? "It's fun as long as we don't get caught and nobody notices. There are people and cameras everywhere," I said. "Sorry Walt, I'll put my shorts back on now," Dylan offered. "No, just stay like this if you want, just make sure you get them back on as the show ends," I said. "Ok, tell me when," Dylan said. Dylan lay back against my chest, watched the show and masturbated. I could feel his muscles and arm moving at a good jacking off pace and it was totally making me super horny. This was outrageous, dangerous and as hot as heck. He was enjoying the show for sure as he continued a dialogue with me about the show while continuing to pleasure himself. The floating globe sequence was starting and he commented how boring this part of the show is because he has watched videos of it at some. "It's a bit slow, but it's the build-up for the big finale," I said. "That sounds great," Dylan said as he grabbed my hand, put it on his naked and hard little boy penis for the second time today, and whispered, "please daddy." What was I to do, so I started to masturbate my 12-year-old soon-to-be, son under a blanket in the middle of a crowd of thousands? As I jacked his pretty penis, I took the time to feel every millimeter. I felt the raised vein, his frenulum, his spongy head, the very sparse patch of downy public hairs on his pubis, his little pee slit on the head and back down again. I lightly massaged his balls, feeling each one and rubbed his scrotal sack between my fingers. He spread his legs a bit and gave me access to his taint that I rubbed and I continued moving down until I reached his anus. I traced it lightly with my fingers and stopped as his moans got too loud at that point. I moved back up his taint to his balls and back to his boyhood where I found his hand moving up and down. Instead of batting away his hand, I lightly traced each of his fingers and they were gripped around his shaft and then put my hand over his to join his masturbatory effort. He moved his hand away and went to massaging his cute balls again while I returned to solo on his organ to try and time his climax to that of the show in front of us. I could hear his panting and the pre-ejaculatory squirm that all boys do. I whispered in his ear, "Daddy wants you to hold off until the big fireworks burst that's about to happen." "Uh huh," was all his could say. I slowed down a bit to try and time it out a bit, he was bouncing like Tigger now and I whispered again, "Almost there, hold your orgasm for daddy now." What I was saying was incredibly dirty in my mind, but the effect was that I was also feeling the oncoming release in my own groin without even touching myself. I knew this show extremely well and almost had the script and timing engraved in my memory, so I was ready to stage manage Dylan's orgasm. "Ok son, get ready," and as I had the timing in my head and my own release building, I sped up. "Do you feel it son? Your balls are starting to tighten up as daddy rubs your cute little boy penis up and down. Doesn't that feel nice. Daddy loves his little boy and loves to make him feel so yummy. Here it comes, the big fireworks finish, are you ready to squirt your spermies for daddy?" "Uh huh," he grunted and at that moment, I had my own, hands-free, release in my shorts but was able to maintain enough focus to say, "Do it for daddy NOW!" As if I had pushed a button, Dylan's bum heaved off the ground and I felt the spasm of his ejaculation through his entire body and especially his penis that I was vigorously jacking. 1, 2, 3, 4 spasms and a smallish amount of semen shot out and landed back on my fist. "Oh fuck", Dylan exclaimed way too loud as he had his mind-blowing cum. Fortunately his expletive was lost to the crowd by the thunderous explosion overhead and his pelvic leap should just be explained away as a startled reaction to the explosion. I keep masturbating him and slowly reached down and held his testicles and kneaded them until they retuned into his scrotum after having been sucked up into his pelvis. We watched the rest of the show and as it was about to end, I found his underwear and discreetly wiped him and me of his semen. I grabbed his shorts and said to get them on without his briefs. I took the briefs, opened my fly, wiped off my penis and tried to clean the mess I made as much as I could. I zipped up, Dylan was dressed and had his shoes on as the massive end vollies of fireworks turned night into day. As the show ended, I told Dylan to stay put so we don't have to battle the crowds. "You sounded like you were in a porn film the way you talked to me. It was weird," Dylan said. "Yeah, I felt weird saying that stuff too. But you started it with your 'please daddy' line when you wanted me to ... you know," I said. "I was being funny; you went over the top with it. But it worked, that was the most incredible... um... party I have ever been to," Dylan said while trying to be discrete with so many people around. "Dylan, I may not have been clear when we talked back in Canada. What we do is one thing, but doing it in public - like here or in the boat - has to stop. It is not just your fault because I go along, but we have to both agree not to do this again in a public place. It is too dangerous for both of us. Dylan just nodded his very sleepy head. The combination of the events of the day and his post-orgasmic mellowness had him falling asleep fast. "Time to go buddy," I said. We got up, folded our throws and started walking with the crowd to the front of the park where we would get our monorail. We mostly walked in silence along the way until Dylan stopped at Spaceship Earth and the giant projection of the company name "Siemens" on the sphere. Once again the middle school rowdy boy jokes started up again until we approached the monorail lineup. As we took our seat in the monorail my phone rang again, this time it was Ali asking when we would be back. I said in about 40 minutes. "Okay, a Mr. Alexi Petrov is sitting here and says that he needs to talk to you urgently," she said trying to sound cheerful. "Is Tommy back yet?" I asked. "No, but Rob called and said he would be here in an hour about 40 minutes ago," Ali said. "OK, I am going to call Rob and Tommy and ask them to meet me in the lobby. Do not say anything to that man about anything. Keep an eye on him and we will be right there," I said. "OK honey, I will offer Mr. Petrov a drink. I will see you soon," Ali said. As I turned to Dylan to discuss this, he was fast asleep and a big drop of drool left his mouth and landed on my chest. To be continued...