Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2019 22:22:10 +0200 (CEST)
From: Mad Mouse <mad.mouse@mailfence.com>
Subject: Dylan - Chapter 22

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Mad For the Mouse - Dylan 2015 - Chapter 22

With the news that Dylan's stepfather was sitting in my hotel room, I was
seething mad. This scum bag treats Dylan like crap, takes off on his dying
wife and now he is back and sitting in my hotel room. The scenarios were
playing out a mile a minute in my brain, but my instinct is that this is a
shakedown of some sort.

Perhaps his appearance is innocent enough and the man is back to deal with
his wife's passing, to do the right thing and take over the funeral
planning and wrapping up of her estate. As much as I wanted to believe
this, my lawyer senses were tingling and they were telling me a scam is
afoot.

I quickly texted Alicia, knowing she would have her precious Blackberry in
her hand and I wanted to be discreet.

Walt "Don't make it obvious you are reading a text from me."

Ali "Why, what's wrong."

Walt "Alexi is Dylan's stepfather and I do not trust him at all. I just
want to really emphasize that you should say nothing about his wife, Dylan
or anything at all.  Try and stay away from him to avoid any conversation."

Ali "I am in the kitchen now getting coffee for him."

Walt "Ok, serve him and excuse yourself to attend to Randy, Ryan or
Aaron. I am meeting Tommy in the lobby and we are coming up together."

Ali "U are scaring me."

Walt "It'll be ok, but I have not had anything but unpleasant dealings with
this guy and I am sure he is up to no good."

Ali "So weird, when he got here, he made it sound like you were friends and
he was so grateful that you looked after his wife and son."

Walt "Son! That's rich...  I'll be there soon."

Ali "OK, hurry."

Walt "Let me know if Rob arrives before I get back as well. I will explain
later."

Ali "OK honey, but hurry. I am really nervous now. Get here as soon as you
can. I'm alone with this guy and three little boys."

Our monorail glided to a stop at the Transportation and Ticket Centre where
we have to transfer to the Resort Monorail. Dylan woke up on his own and
silently stood while leaning on me as we walked out of the train.

I pulled him aside away from the cast and other guests that were on the
platform so we could talk privately.

"Dylan, are you awake?"

"Yeah."

"No really, Dylan, I need you to wake up and pay close attention to me
now. It's urgent."

He heard the tone in my voice and he snapped to full awake note, eyes wide
and a look of dread on his face.

"What's happened?" he asked.

"Listen to me carefully. Do not worry or panic, but Alexi is back at the
hotel and ...," and before I could finish my thought Dylan burst into
tears.

Through tears he managed to say, "What does he want? He's a really horrible
man and with mom dead, he will try to hurt me."

"I will never let anyone hurt you Dylan, you must believe me. You are going
to be ok, but here is what I want you to do," I said.

Dylan was still silently crying. There were tears running down his cheeks
and snot drooling from his nose. It was heartbreaking to see him like
this. I outlined my plan that Ricky, who I was able to reach by text, is
going to meet us at the TTC in a few minutes.  I arranged for him and Dylan
to wait at the Polynesian resort while I deal with Alexi. I would call them
when he was gone and Ricky would bring him to the room.

Just then, a cheerful cast member approached us and asked if we were Walt
and Dylan.

"Ricky called and asked if I could watch Dylan for a few minutes until he
gets here so you are not late for your appointment," the young lady
explained.

"Are you ok with this Dylan?" I asked.

Dylan was busy trying to dry his face and nose so as not to embarrass
himself in front of this girl.

"Yea, that's ok but please don't be long," he said.

With that, the young lady, Ming from Manchester, UK, took Dylan by the hand
and said, "Let me show you how the monorails work while we wait," and off
they went just as the resort monorail arrived.

I boarded the train and took a seat. I was the only passenger and had time
to compose my thoughts and make a plan.

The monorail completed its route through the Poly, the Grand Floridian and
Magic Kingdom and came to a stop at the Contemporary.  As I got out of the
train, I texted Tommy.

        Walt "Where R U?"
        Tommy "At the Contemp parking lot."
        Walt "I will meet you at the front entrance in 2 minutes."
        Tommy "K"

I made it there just as Tommy was approaching with a small suitcase and a
laptop case slung over his shoulder.

As he came in, he knew something was up by the look on my face. "What's
going on Walt?" he asked.

I explained what I knew and went through the scenarios in my mind. I
explained that Dylan was off site with Ricky. Tommy's face was getting red
and I could tell he was pissed.

We headed to the elevators and took the quick ride to the 14th floor. We
got off without a word, made the short trip to the suite and entered. Alexi
was pacing in the living room and Ali met us as we walked in.

Alexi looked up, walked over to me and stuck out his hand to shake mine. I
took the offer and grasped his hand.

"Walt, I want to thank you for all you have done for my family. Losing my
wife was more than I could bear and I needed to get out of the hospital and
clear my head. When I came back, Ms. Shultz told me what you had done and
that you were looking after the boy for me. How can I ever repay your
kindness?" Alexi said.

There it was, the start of the shake down ... "looking after the boy for
ME." In those few seconds I knew what was about to happen, he was going to
try and get Dylan ... but why? Was he looking for money from me or is there
some other scheme?

"First of all, the boy has a name ... it's Dylan and I want to introduce
you to Mr. Morrow from the Florida Department of Children and Families."

Alexi released my hand and shook Tommy's. Tommy gave him a steely look.

"Sorry, I meant Dylan. By the way, where is he. I miss him dearly and I
thought he was with you," Alexi said.

"Let's cut to the chase Mr. Petrov. What do you want and why are you here?"
I asked.

Tommy took out a notebook and started scribbling notes like he was a
detective gathering evidence. Alexi glanced at him and visibly stiffened,
narrowed his eyes and took an offensive posture.

"I am here to pick up my boy and see to my wife's funeral. What do you
think I am here for?" he said.

As he said that, Tommy stopped writing and reached into his laptop case and
pulled out a stuffed file folder. I could see the title enough to see
"Petrov" and I assumed it was the case notes and all the paperwork related
to Dylan.

"You say, 'your boy'. What makes you think he is your boy?" Tommy asked.

"He is the son of my wife and my step-son. In fact, I was in the process of
adopting him back home before our honeymoon. I imagine it has been
processed by now."

I felt the blood drain from my face. Ali saw this and came to my side and
put her arm around me to hold me up. At that moment, I realized how much
Dylan meant to me and that I needed to be ready to fight for him.

While we were busy dealing with Alexi at the living room, Ricky had picked
up Dylan at the TTC and headed to the Polynesian where Ricky managed to
arrange a room so the two of them could hang out. The two of them had some
snacks and sodas and were trying to watch tv while they waited for a call
from me.


"I am sorry you are going through all of this Dylan, you day has been bad
enough already," Ricky said as he sipped on his Mellow Yellow.

"I'm really worried; I don't want to see Alexi again. I know he hates me; I
don't know why he is here," Dylan said. "He was always so mean to me. He
called me names, pushed me around, hit me a few times and spanked me for
stupid reasons."

Ricky moved over to where Dylan was sitting and hugged him.

"Oh man, I'm sorry to hear that. I was pretty badly abused by my real
father when I was your age so I know what you're going through."

Dylan sat up and looked at Ricky, "You were abused by your father. I
thought he was a cop."

Ricky said. "The cop is my stepfather and he is wonderful. But back then
everything was great at home until the divorce. My mom and dad split up and
mom had custody and I visited my dad every other weekend. But, when I went
to his apartment for his weekends he would, um... do stuff to me."

Dylan looked into Ricky's eyes and said, "What do you mean 'do stuff' to
you?"

"I don't really like to talk about it, but it was really scary and kind of
gross," Ricky said.

Dylan continued to push, wanting to know more.

"Gross? You mean like sex stuff?" Dylan asked.

Ricky seemed distant for a second and simply replied, "Yea ..."

"You mean he forced you to do sex stuff?"

"Yea, he would get drunk, sit down beside me or lay down beside me in my
bed and start to rub my privates. I kept telling him to stop, that I didn't
like that, but he wouldn't. It happened each time I went to his apartment
and it got worse each time. I would cry and beg him to stop, but he would
beg me to let him and sometimes he would slap me until I stopped trying to
resist. Every time he drove me home, he would apologize and promise it
would never happen again," Ricky recounted the story.

"I thought sex stuff was supposed to feel good. Why did you not want to do
those things with him?" Dylan asked.

Ricky looked at Dylan incredulously and said, "Sex stuff is supposed to
feel good, but not being forced to do it and certainly not forced by your
father. He raped me every other week and I was too scared to tell anyone. I
still loved him and thought that I could eventually get him to stop
drinking so much and stop making me do those things. He promised to stop
and I believed him."

Dylan was lost in thought and considered what Ricky was telling him.

"I am sorry that happened to you Ricky," Dylan said. "Did you get him to
stop?"

Ricky teared up thinking about the memory, "Kind of, I made him stop on my
13th birthday. He wanted me to come to his house to give me a present even
though it was a weekday and mom's time. I arrived at his apartment and he
gave me a PlayStation and a bunch of games. I was so excited I hugged
him. He would not let me go and held me. I squirmed to get away because he
was scaring me. He pushed me down and took out his ... um, penis and forced
me to put it in my mouth....  But then, that's enough of that, I shouldn't
have told you this much, you don't need to hear any more."

"Yes, I do, how did you stop him?" Dylan asked.

"I hate telling this story, but I eventually opened my mouth and he put it
in. He moved my head back and forth and got really hard. I had decided I
would just get it over with and started to think of my new game system and
let him pump his thing in my mouth. I was crying, but just kept trying to
think happy thoughts and then it happened," Ricky recounted.

"What happened?" Dylan asked.

"Do you know about sperm and ejaculation?" Ricky asked.

"Of course, I do. Oh ... he came in your mouth?" Dylan asked.

Ricky broke eye contact with Dylan and said "Yes he did and I bit him. I
almost bit his dick right off. My mouth was full of blood, he screamed,
whacked me in the side of my head so hard I flew across the room while my
teeth were still clamped down on his penis almost tearing it off and it
made the cut worse. He passed out and I called 911."

Dylan was stunned, Ricky couldn't look up at him and tears continued to
roll down his cheeks. Dylan now reached out and hugged Ricky.

"What a bastard. I hope he died or at least lost his dick," Dylan asked.

"No, but he lost a lot of blood and had to get a lot of stitches. That was
the last time I ever saw him except for one day in court when he was being
sentenced. He's still in jail now," Ricky said.

"Man, I thought I had it bad. That is the worst story I have ever heard,"
Dylan said.

"Did Alexi do anything sexual to you," Ricky asked.

"Not really, although he liked to call me fag and he seemed to enjoy
spanking me. He would find any excuse to spank me and make me pull my pants
down sometimes to spank my bare butt directly. He spent as much time
rubbing it as he did whacking it. Most of the abuse was him being mean,
calling me names and pushing or hitting me. When my mom was around, he
acted like my best friend but when we were alone... it was hell," Dylan
recounted his own abuse at the hands of his stepfather.

"There was one bright side, the cop that was in charge of my case is now my
stepfather and the best man I have ever met. He is a Deputy Sherriff today
and is my best friend too. He really helped me deal with what my dad did
and, because he was at my house so much, he and mom hit it off and married
a year and a half later," Ricky said.


Back at the hotel, I was still reeling from the realization that Alexi had
come to take Dylan away from me and I was only half listening to the heated
words between Tommy and Alexi. My fight or flight reflexes kicked in and I
took charge of the scene.

"Mr. Petrov, you are not going to take Dylan with you and, in fact, I will
make it my mission in life that you never set eyes on him again," I stated.

"You cannot do that, he is my stepson and, as I just got finished saying,
the adoption was almost complete. Face it faggot, the court will grant me
custody of my son."

"I have the entire file here," Tommy said. "You have applied for a
step-parent adoption and that is no longer valid as your wife is
dead. Further, the paperwork is only at the point of an application in
Michigan and it hasn't even gotten further than being filed in court. My
department does not recognize this as there is no court order and you have
no rights in this matter under Florida law or, from my call to the Michigan
CPS folks, under theirs either. Mr. & Mrs. Furman have a court ordered
temporary custody order and Dylan will be staying with them and, I suspect,
will be adopted by them too."

"I think that Mr. Morrow was pretty clear here, so I suggest you get the
fuck out of my hotel room right now and go and deal with your wife's
funeral arrangements," I stated.

"I will fight this! I know you are a faggot child molester and I will go to
the police and have them arrest you," Alexi screamed.

"Mr. Petrov, I am just curious, does any of this have to do with the large
inheritance that Dylan is due from his grandparents by any chance?" Tommy
said as he pulled another document from his folder. He handed me a copy of
the legal papers he was referring to.  It was a will from Dylan's
grandparents, his father's parents. It made him sole beneficiary of their
estate since their only son had previously passed away. He was to get it
when he turned 21 unless his mother should pass away before that time, in
which case the funds would be made available as a monthly trust fund until
his 21st birthday to cover his living and schooling costs.

My eyes bulged when I saw the attached statement of accounts of the estate
and it was almost $5 million. I just stared at Tommy with my mouth hanging
open in shock. Alexi looked angry and cornered. He shouted what must have
been expletives in Russian and headed to the door.

"This is not over," he shouted. "My lawyer will be in touch," he said,
opened the door and stopped, he turned to us and said, "I know all about
your kind ... I know you are fucking that boy and I will report it to the
police and let them deal with you."

I was so angry that my adrenaline was making me feel taller, stronger and
tougher than I was. I bolted to the door, put my face within a few inches
of his and screamed at him, "Get all the lawyers you want, call the
police. You are a liar and an abuser! Dylan has told us all about the abuse
you inflicted on him. And another thing, what kind of scum bag deserts his
wife and her child in a hospital. The only fucking going on around here is
what I am going to do to you legally if I see you, hear from you or have to
inflict Dylan with any more trauma than he already has been through," I
yelled as spittle flew from my mouth into his face.

Alexi stood there in stunned silence. He could dish it out, but he wasn't
so brave when he gets it back.

"By the way Mr. Petrov, I have your full police record in the file from
both the United States and the Russian Federation. It looks like you are
confused and you are actually the one doing the underage fucking. How on
earth did you ever think a court would let you adopt a dog let alone a
young boy with the crecord you have! Perhaps the DA in Macomb County would
be interested to know that you have left the state and are threatening a
fellow officer of the court," Tommy added as Alexi remained in a stand-off
at the door.

Alexi turned and left without another word and I closed the door on Alexi
Petrov, hopefully forever.

"Can I see the rap sheet," I asked and Tommy handed it to me. "Three counts
of statutory rape with a 13-year-old girl only two months ago. Wow! I knew
he had a record, but I didn't know about this. I guess it had not hit his
record yet when I had checked. " I exclaimed.

"We have found that it can sometimes take a few months for charges to
appear, depening on the jurisdiction. We always dig deeper and make phone
call verirications. And, as you can see, the girl was the complainant, so
the act was clearly not consensual. Turn the page and you will see several
other fraud related charges including a theft of an estate from a previous
marriage," Tommy noted.

"So, everything was a calculated play. I wonder what he had planned for his
wife if she hadn't died the way she did," I pondered out loud.

"So, where is Dylan?" Ali asked.

"Right! I will call him now. He is with Ricky at the Polynesian waiting for
Alexi to leave," I said.

I called Ricky and filled him in and he said he was going to head right
over.

"I am not going to tell Dylan any of the details until later, everyone
needs to chill out for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow is an important
day for Randy and that needs to be the focus along with supporting Dylan in
his grief," I said.

"I am with you," Tommy said.

"We will tell Dylan that Alexi came to find out more about his wife's death
and leave it at that for now," Alicia said.

"Sounds like a plan," I said giving a thumbs up, a gesture completely not
fitting the moment.

"Listen Fonzie and Tommy, I am going to bed. Tomorrow is a really important
day for Randy, we have a funeral to plan and we need to be rested for
whatever else is going to happen. I'm going to check on the boys and then
crash. Once Dylan is in, please get him into bed and lets all have a good
night sleep," Alicia said.

Just then, I heard the click of the door lock and in barged Rob proclaiming
loudly, "Victory is mine, friends ... victory is mine."  We all shushed
him, Ali rolled her eyes and provided the room assignments. "Rob, you and
Ryan are in that room there, Tommy you are in the room next door, it has a
pull-out couch and it is all made up for you. Aaron and Randy are on this
side of the suite in that room and the Fonz and I are in the Master where
there is also a pull-out where you can put Dylan for tonight," Ali
dictated, clearly taking charge now.

"Try to keep it down and if anyone wakes Randy, you are going over the
balcony ... got it? I am counting on him to get that role so I can be a bad
stage mom and take all his money for Botox and designer handbags," Ali
commanded with what, I think, was a joke and she headed off to do her bed
checks, leaving Tommy, Rob and me alone feeling like we were told off by a
drill sergeant.

"Dylan and Ricky should be here in a few minutes, lets have a drink and
catch everyone up while we wait," I said.

We all updated each other with the happenings of the evening. Rob was sure
he was coming with the best story, but the Alexi confrontation beat
it. They plotted out the next day and what each of them had to do in order
to be organized to deal with the many challenges facing everyone.

Rob, said he had an appointment at the Osceola county Sherriff's office at
2 pm with the mother of the boy he was accused of molesting. She was going
to withdraw the charge, they all had to see a judge to have the warrant
cleared.

I advised that Ali and I were taking Randy to the audition at the
production side of Hollywood Studios for 10:00 am and that it could be a
long day as it was a chemistry read and that can take many hours as they
test how multiple prospective actors react with each other and how they
work as an ensemble. I was not going to stay as it could be most of the day
and that I would come back to pick them up when they were done.

Tommy said that he could use an hour with each of Dylan and Aaron to
finalize his reports to CPS but that Ryan could hang out with them until I
got back.

Just then, we all heard the door lock click and in bounded Dylan with Ricky
close behind. Dylan ran to me and jumped into my arms.

"Is Alexi really gone?" he asked.

"Yes champ, he's gone and I don't think you will ever have to see him
again," I said.

"And I'm going to see to that," Tommy added.

Dylan hugged me hard and said, "I love you so much Walt."

"And I love you too pal, but you need to head to bed," I said. "Say thanks
to Ricky and I'll show you where you're sleeping."

Dylan dropped off of my body and turned to Ricky, gave him a big hug and
said "Thank you so much Ricky. I am sorry your father raped you when you
were just a kid."

All of the adults looked at each other and exchanged 'what the heck'
expressions.

Ricky piped up, "I'm sorry Walt, I thought it would be helpful to talk
about our common experiences and I guess I said too much."

My blood went cold ... they talked about their common experiences! What did
Dylan say to Ricky? I am praying it was nothing about what we are doing
together.

"Hey, Ricky, can you hang back for a bit while I tuck Dylan into bed? I
want to talk about our plans for tomorrow," I said. I did want to talk
about plans, but I also needed to know what was said between them and
determine if that one-way trip to Cuba needed to be scheduled yet.

Ricky looked embarrassed as he knew exactly what I wanted to talk about and
simply responded, "Yes, sir."

I took Dylan to the master bedroom and explained that he was going to sleep
on the pull-out and Ali and I were in the master bed. He headed off to the
washroom and asked me to come keep him company. We went in where he
stripped, peed, brushed his teeth and washed his face and hands. He didn't
do a lot of talking and I mostly just watched him do his business, but much
was said about trust and love without a word between us.

Even though I had seen him naked a number of times and had various parts of
his anatomy in my mouth, I was trying not to stare at his beautiful body as
he went about his routine. It just seemed wrong after all that had gone
down today. Frankly, I was a little nervous about the conversation I was
about to have with Ricky as well. I could have just asked Dylan, but I did
not want to upset him ... he had been through enough already.

He stood in front of me as I sat on the toilet seat with his penis at my
face level. I looked up and was shocked to see it only a couple inches from
my face.

"What shall I wear to bed since I am sharing a room with Alicia," he asked.

"I think Ali has set out something on the bed for you," I said.

We shut the light off and headed into the room and to Dylan's bed. Indeed,
there was a pair of briefs, a t-shirt and a note from Alicia "Dylan, Sorry
I could not stay up to tuck you in. I could not find PJ's for you so I put
this pair of underwear and t-shirt out for you to wear if you want. I love
you with all my heart son. Ali (mom)."

Dylan read the note and tears ran down his cheeks and he got under the
blanket without anything on.

I tried to hand him the clothes and he stayed put under the blankets. "She
said 'if you want' and I prefer to sleep naked," Dylan said.

"OK buddy, anything you want tonight, but please put them on when you get
up so you are not streaking around the room in the morning," I said.

"Deal," he said. I reached down and hugged him tightly and said "I love you
Dylan," and just as I said that, Ali gave a loud snort and shifted in her
bed. We both laughed. "I think that was her way of saying she loves you
too," I said while still in the hug.

We released each other and I wished him sweet dreams as he yawned. As I
walked away, I saw him flip over on his tummy and give a few comforting
humps of his penis into the mattress. I smiled and left the room.

Ricky, Tommy and Rob were all seated in the living room chatting happily
and drinking Cokes. I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down.

"I want to thank you for everything Ricky, you have been a real friend," I
said.

Ricky did not make eye contact with me but responded, "It was my pleasure."

"I don't mean to pry, but I am concerned about what Dylan said about you
being raped and your comment about shared experiences," I said as I held my
breath and awaited his response. It did not really matter what he said here
as the other men knew most of what I did with Dylan and had similar
interests as me.

"I am so sorry Walt. Like I said, I thought relating our experiences would
help calm Dylan and let him know that he is not alone," Ricky explained.

"But Dylan said you were raped by your father, first of all I thought your
father was a deputy sheriff and secondly, to the best of my knowledge Dylan
was emotionally and physically abused, not raped or molested by Alexi," I
said while Tommy and Rob hung on every word knowing full well what was
going through my head.

"I am sorry for the confusion, my stepfather is a deputy sheriff. My real
father sexually abused me when I was around Dylan's age. He is in jail
now. Dylan told me about how his stepfather abused him. It doesn't sound
like it was sexual, except some odd spankings that he described. I was not
going to go into the rape, but Dylan kept pushing me and I finally told
him. I did not give him the gory details," Ricky reported.

Tommy was now the one to be shocked. He interjected, "My colleague Jennifer
was the CPS caseworker that was assigned to you and she told me all about
this case when I joinded the Department. She was really troubled by the
investigation and I was in her peer support group. Your mom ended up
marrying the investigating police officer, right?" Tommy asked.

"Yes sir, he is a Deputy Sherriff now. Jennifer was really great and really
helped me get through a difficult time. I am surprised you remember the
case; it was almost 10 years ago." Ricky commented.

"Well, it's not everyday that you hear about a boy biting off the penis of
his abuser," Tommy commented.

Rob and I winced at this news and Ricky turned red and just sadly nodded
his head and said, "I almost bit it off, it stayed attached and the doctors
were able to fix it."

"Did Dylan disclose that Alexi, or anyone else, abused him ... sexually or
otherwise," I asked trying to bring closure to my paranoia.

"No sir, I mean our mutual abuse is our common experience of abuse by a
parent. My father was not just sexually abusive. He was a drunk and violent
as well, so we share that in common. Again, I am sorry if I went too far. I
am still healing from it. My father forcing me to do those disgusting
things has really haunted me to this day. I am still getting counselling."
Ricky said and then got really emotional as the memories were being dragged
up, "What kind of father does that? I begged him to stop but he didn't care
about me or my feelings at all. I have to live with this for the rest of my
life. I really hope that you can help Dylan recover from his abuse from
Alexi, he is a great kid."

As I listened to Ricky, I was both relieved and reviled. There is a special
place in hell for adults who are abusive to kids - sexually, physically or
psychologically and I was finding myself hating his father and wishing him
dead as he told the story. It is no wonder Dylan told me; it must have
really upset him.

This is an ongoing debate I have in my own head when I get into
relationships with boys. While the law makes no distinction between what
his father did and what I am doing with Dylan, I feel that they are not
even slightly related.  What his father did was an act of violence and
depravity, I would never hurt a boy and only do what he wants to do. In my
world, 'no' means 'no' and even yes means asking are you 1000% sure and
checking frequently afterwards.

Society says I am just making excuses to justify my own "perversions", but
I believe that my relationships are expressions of love and closeness that
should not be illegal for any human who is capable of making an informed
decision and are between two people who truly love and respect each
other. Of course, typical childhood experiments between kids are a
different thing altogether and almost a right of passage, but adult-minor
relationships are much more complicated and must be handled carefully and
openly. History is full of examples of man-boy relationships and it is
really only in the last hundred or so years that this has become one of
society's most serious taboos.

"Ricky, I am not upset at all about what you shared with Dylan. In fact, I
appreciate you being there for him and relating your experiences. The good
news is that Dylan's abuse at the hands of Alexi was very short lived, but
I am aware that he had been previously sexually abused by a previous
boy-friend of his mother so I was just curious what he shared," I said,
having just remembered that previous incident. It was the perfect way to
deflect any concern about my inquisitiveness.

"Poor kid, I don't understand adults wanting to do these things with little
kids at all," Ricky said. "There are some sick people out there."

"Like I said before, anybody who hurts a kid or forces him or her to do
things that they are uncomfortable with is truly evil," I said.

I put this statement out there so we could all agree without debating
Ricky's more overarching statement, that I don't think any of us would
agree with.

Everyone nodded their heads and Tommy simply said, "Amen."

"As interesting as this conversation is, I am heading to bed. Night gents,"
Rob said.

"Me too," Tommy said.

Tommy then gave Ricky a hug and Rob gave him a handshake and both headed to
their respective rooms.

"Are you driving Ricky or do you need a ride home?" I asked.

"Nope, Deputy Dad is going to pick me up in ... umm...  fifteen minutes,"
Ricky said looking at the time on his phone.

"You and your dad were working on funeral arrangements for Teresa, where do
we stand with that?" I asked.

"Right. With all the excitement I totally forgot to update you on that. The
coroner still has the ... umm... body. The funeral home said they would
likely not release it for 48 hours. The funeral director will be calling
you or Mrs. Furman tomorrow to discuss the arrangements but they have all
the details from the hospital and your contact information here and your
office back home. My dad says to let him know if you need any help at all
and I am happy to keep helping if you tell me what you need," Ricky said.

"Thanks Ricky, that's great. We really appreciate your help and your dad's
contacts and we will need your help for sure," I said

Ricky shared the contact information for the funeral home with me and we
said our good nights just as his dad was calling from downstairs.

Suddenly, everything was quiet and calm. I was finally alone and able to
breathe. I wandered out onto the balcony and sat and stared out on the
Magic Kingdom park that was closed for the night, but still a beehive of
activity as cast prepared for the opening in the morning.

I took my phone out of my pocket to see what I had missed. Lots of routine
emails from my office about the various cases and issues that we have on
the go. A confirmation of the date of the closing on the Golden Oaks house
and a strange note from Randy's Agent, Markus Rich. He was emailing to
advise that he was flying from LA overnight and was coming to Randy's
audition in the morning and wanted to meet us 30 minutes before. Markus has
never done this before. He also asked in the email 'does Randy know any
songs off book.' I responded ok for the early meet up and said I thought he
knew all the songs from The Lion King as he had played Simba in a local
community theatre version a few months ago. Almost as quickly as I had hit
send, he responded "Fantastic! Tell him he will be singing 'Just Can't Wait
to be King' tomorrow morning. I will explain when we meet, but it's big!"

Randy loves to sing and this will be no problem, but I had no idea there
was any singing in the show he was being considered for. As I was about to
put my phone back in my pocket, I got a text message from Donny asking me
to tell Randy to 'break a leg' at the audition for him. I really miss Donny
and I hoped be would be able to visit when they moved to the new house.

I headed back to the master bedroom and moved through the darkened room
quietly so not to wake Ali or Dylan. I managed to make it to the bathroom
and flipped on the light and I quickly went through my nightly routine to
get ready for bed.

Leaving the bathroom, I again worked my way through the dark and slid into
our super cozy king-sized bed. I scooted over until I felt Alicia's bare
back and I tried not to jostle her even though she was taking up over half
the bed. I am a back sleeper and lay there staring at the ceiling thinking
about the next day and waiting for sleep to overtake my weary body. I felt
Ali stir. Her hand reached for my flaccid penis and she started to lightly
stroke it and brought it to life. It felt nice and a great way to fall
asleep.

I just relaxed and let her do what she wanted, I certainly had no energy
for lovemaking and besides, Dylan was in the room only a few feet away so
it would have felt weird. She stroked me and gently massaged my balls and
then alternated back and forth. She was tweaking my frenulum between her
fingers, which I love, and worked my circumcised head with her thumb. I was
ready to blow and then she stopped.

She moved her body down and took up a position between my legs and took my
engorged penis into her mouth and started to give me an awesome
blowjob. She nibbled on my shaft like a cob of corn and sucked the skin of
my frenulum, licked the slit all the while caressing my balls.

I warned her I was about to cum and I started to squirm on the bed as I
enjoyed the feelings. I felt my release building and building and I was
moaning and again said, I am going to cum just stroke it out now. As it was
clear she was not going to release my penis I started to ejaculate into her
month, which she normally hates, and in mid orgasmic bliss a voice, that
was clearly Ali, asked if I was done jacking off.

Unless she had become a talented ventriloquist, there is no way that that
she could be giving me this epic blowjob and speak normally at the same
time.

Just then, Ali turned on the light and she noticed that Dylan was not in
his bed. Ali pulled the cover aside and there was Dylan with my penis in
his mouth and his little hand cupping my balls.

I was too caught up in my post orgasmic bliss and total exhaustion to
protest but Ali looked at Dylan, who was not moving a muscle awaiting the
wrath of one of us to descend upon him. She then simply said. "Dylan
sweetie, if I knew you were hungry, I could have made you a sandwich. Now
spit that nasty thing out and let's get you cleaned up and back to bed."

As Dylan stood, he was gripping his own penis and Ali noticed that he had
also cum on his hand and on the bed sheet.

"Walt, you really need to let the boy sleep," Ali said to me as she
accompanied Dylan into the washroom.

"What did I do, I thought it was you!" I protested the admonishment.

I also moved to the washroom and saw Ali gently wiping the semen off of
Dylan's genitals. She was taking a lot longer than was truly necessary in
light of the tiny clear bit of young boy cum that Dylan currently
emits. Especially after two previous ejaculations (that I know of)
today. He was still rock hard; his eyes were closed and he was moaning and
was clearly ready to cum for a fourth time (oh... to be a young boy
again). I grabbed a couple of tissues, wiped off my soft dick and went back
to bed leaving Ali to 'clean up' Dylan.

Dylan and Ali came back into the room and she tried to get him into his own
bed and he put up a fuss. "Just for tonight," I heard him plead. She
relented from total exhaustion and let him back in our bed. She whacked me
with a pillow and said, "No more funny business, both of you get to sleep!"
All three of us cuddled naked and cozy; Alicia spooning Dylan, who spooned
me an I was spooning my body pillow. Sleep took over and we all were
unconscious in seconds.

To be continued