Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2019 04:05:56 +0100 (CET)
From: Mad Mouse <mad.mouse@mailfence.com>
Subject: Dylan - Chapter 8

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reading other stories here and recalling the fun I had a young lad with my
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Dylan - Walt Disney World 2015 - Part 8

"Good morning Mr. Furman, this is Dr. Sharpe at Celebration Hospital. I am
afraid I don't have good news for you..."

Part 8

"I understand that Ms. Shultz explained Mrs. Petrov's medical condition and
our plan to perform a routine appendectomy last night. She was scheduled
for surgery at midnight and at approximately 11:00 her condition rapidly
deteriorated and was taken to emergency surgery as her appendix had
ruptured.  We completed the operation and did as much as we can, but she is
in a comma as a result of complications of a condition called peritonitis,"
the doctor explained.

I was in shock and in stunned disbelief from what I was hearing. I was
having a problem processing the information as my mind immediately went to
Dylan and calculating how I was going to manage the situation that I don't
even fully comprehend at this moment.

"We have Mrs. Petrov on a high dose of antibiotics to fight the infection
but the rapid onset and the extent of the peritonitis resulted in sepsis
and has caused the coma. Her condition is very grave. I would like you to
come in to talk to Ms. Shultz and I about the course of treatment, her
prognosis as well as her minor son and his care," the doctor continued.

The doctor was dumping too much information on me at once and I needed to
get a word in edgewise.

"Can I ask a few questions, I am feeling a bit overwhelmed at what you are
telling me," I said. "I am sorry Mr. Furman, yes please ask anything,"
Dr. Sharpe offered.

"Cutting to the chase doctor, is there a chance that Ms. Petrov may not
survive."

"Unfortunately, that is a very real possibility and at this moment I would
say the odds are against her due to the extent of the infection,"

"Where is her husband in all of this? Have you reached any other family?"

"Her husband walked out last night and said he was not coming back and to
tell her that he is filing for divorce. We have tried to reach him and he
is ignoring our calls and messages. She has listed her son as next of kin
and as far as we know and have discovered she has no living family and
neither does the boy's deceased father. At this moment in time, you are all
the boy has," the doctor gave me the news I was most dreading.

Suddenly, both boys burst out of the room, Ryan chasing Dylan, both of them
still naked. They were laughing and having fun. Ryan yelled, "I am going to
catch you and make you kiss my huge dick again!" I covered the receiver in
enough time to avoid the doctor from hearing the dick kissing comment.

"Both of you, pick a room and stay there! This is a very important call," I
said in my sternest voice. Both boys froze, looked terrified and sulked
into Dylan's room and closed the door behind them.

"Sorry Doctor, Dylan and a friend were being boisterous. If you can release
her personal details, I can have my staff do a detailed background check
and see if there are any blood relatives that maybe are out there. I am a
lawyer and am a partner in a law firm in Michigan. We do a lot of child
advocacy work and my staff are quite adept at this kind of investigative
work."

"Certainly Mr. Furman, you listed as the guardian in Mrs. Petrov's
admission documents and as the next of kin is a minor and you are acting as
loco parentis, we can release all information to you. I would ask that you
connect with Ms. Shultz and make the necessary arrangements."

"I will grab a shower and head over shortly, what is your advice on brining
her son with me."

"I suggest you not bring the boy unless you have no other childcare
arrangements. She will be in ICU for a while and I think that could be
traumatizing for a 12-year-old.  Once she is stable, she will have a
private room and that would be the best time to bring him in.  When he
comes come, I would like Ms Shultz and I to be there to help him process
what his is seeing and feeling. Do you need transportation or directions?"

"No, I have been a customer of your hospital in the past with one on my
kids a few years back. I have a rental car and know my way.  I will see you
within two hours once I can see to Dylan and his care and get ready. Thank
you doctor."

We concluded the call, I grabbed a robe from the washroom and wandered out
to the balcony so I could collect my thoughts for a few moments. I called
Rob and asked him to come to my room as soon as possible. I had woken him
and he sleepily asked if he had time to shower and shave. I advised that he
should and that I would have breakfast in the room for all of us in one
hour.  The arrangement was set.

"I will take good care of Dylan, Walt. Don't worry for a moment." Rob said
over the phone.

"I know you will buddy. Thank you for finding us, I would be screwed right
now if we hadn't bumped into you guys.  This is not going to be easy, but
it is easier with a friend.

I explained the details I knew and we ended the call.

I wandered into the room where the boys were and they were both snuggled
together under the covers watching the Disney information channel and
chattering back and forth. They looked super cute together and my heart was
breaking for the hardship that I suspect is going to change Dylan's life
forever. I stood and watched them looking all cozy under the blanket and
planning their adventures for the day.

"Hey Dylan, I am going to run over the hospital to check in with your
mother. Rob is coming over in an hour and we will have breakfast
together. After that, I will head to the hospital while the three of you
can hit the parks," I said trying to sound as matter of fact as possible.

Ryan did not really understand what was happening and he whooped at the
news of his dad coming and them going to the parks. Dylan just looked at me
like he was trying to read my face. I smiled at him and answered his
unasked questions. "You mom is not in her own room yet, once she is, I will
take you to see her, ok?  I guess this was enough of a non-alarming
response as he said ok and then resumed his banter with Ryan.

"Guys, I am going to grab a shower now and get dressed. You should do the
same so we are ready in an hour," both boys gave me an animated thumbs up
and went back to their Disney infomercial.

I headed to the master washroom and brushed my teeth, shaved and turned on
the shower. I called out "boys, don't forget ... you now have 45 minutes
... hit the showers,". "Yes, Uncle Walt", they yelled in unison.

I stepped into the shower and immediately relaxed as the warm water
cascaded from the rain showerhead over my body.  I so needed this as I
still had dried semen on my body from the incident last night with Ryan and
I am sure more than a little nervous perspiration from the various
encounters I have had for the past 24 hours not to mention what hot humid
Florida sun does to the unaccustomed human body. No sooner had I picked up
my bar of Disney H20 soap than the door opened to the washroom and there
Dylan was standing outside the shower.

"Uncle Walt, can I come in and shower with you? Ryan is in the other
shower."

There wasn't much he hasn't seen or touched now, so there was no reason to
say no and I could tell from his voice he was a little down... likely
worrying about his mom. "Sure Tiger." He stepped in and closed the door
behind him. He reached over and hugged me. "Please hold me for a couple
minutes."  I returned the hug and held him tightly. This was a hug of
compassion and not of passion. The boy needed me and he needed a connection
with caring adult to reassure him that everything would be ok.  I know he
is very nervous about his mom.

As I stood there hugging his body, Dylan was quiet and sullen and I
silently wept for the boy who was in the Happiest Place on Earth with the
worst possible trauma potentially about to descend on him. Tears were
streaming down my face and I stifled a sob as I wanted to be strong for my
tiger. He needed me and I was going to be there for him no matter what! I
put my hand on his head and lightly pressed his head into my chest as if to
accentuate the developing bond between us.

I cleared my eyes, regained my composure and broke the silence.  "I have
some good news; my wife and son are coming tomorrow. You will get to meet
them and you and Ryan can hang out with Randy."

He looked up at me and said, "Is this the son with the fake pubic hair." He
giggled, taking great pleasure at laughing at his own joke.

"Yes, and do not say anything to him about that, he would be very
embarrassed."

"Duh, I know. I am a bald penis 12-year-old, I know how it feels. When your
wife comes, how can we continue to have our boy orgies," he asked with a
big grin on his face.

I reached down, grabbed his penis and said, "Is this the only thing you
think about", as I shook it to make a point.

His dick went instantly hard and he moaned. "Oh, my gawd, keep doing that,"
I chuckled and said "that proves my point".  My hand went from shaking his
penis to lovingly stroking it. He turned and leaned his back against my
front as I continued to masturbate him. He was moaning and squirming
against me making my own penis stand at attention.  "Tiger, we don't have
time for this now. We need to get cleaned up and ready for Rob to arrive."
I released his penis and started to wash my body. Dylan took the cue and
started to wash his hair. The entire time we both remained hard. I was done
washing my hair and body as Dylan finished rinsing his hair and I was
opening the door to get out.  As I opened the door to the shower, I jumped
as Ryan came into view sitting on the toilet seat with his towel wrapped
around his waist and was staring at me with a big smile on his face.

"Holy crap, how long have you been there."

"I walked in as you were rinsing your hair. I wondered where Dylan was so I
came looking for him. "

I looked back and Dylan who was looking a little dejected. He looked up at
me with a serious but sad look on his face and said, "Uncle Walt, please
wash me," as he held out the bar of soap.

"I have to get dry and dressed. It will only take a minute and you are
faster than me," he said that as he was demonstrating how pathetic he was
at washing himself allowing the bar of soap to squirt out his hand as if an
accident.

"Fine Dylan. But Ryan, you go get dressed."

"No way, I am going to stay and watch you wash Dylan," and with that he
stood, dropped his towel, sat back down and started to jack himself off
like he was watching some porno movie.

"What is it with the horny 12-year-olds these days. Is this all they think
about?"

I stepped back in and started to close the door and Ryan stopped me. "Nuh
ah, I can't watch with the door closed."

"Fine", I said and pushed it all the way open for the audience of one.

You might think that I am some unrelenting pedophile at this point in the
story as I seem to have no will power and seem to do whatever some doe eyed
little boy demands of me. Yes, I have allowed myself to be sucked into the
sexual games of boys a number of times over the years, but my behaviour
over the past 24 hours has been uncharacteristically horny and
irresponsible. I am not sure if my resistance is low because I am tired or
whether my secret sexual desired for little-boys is increasing. Either way,
I am trying to balance being a responsible guardian while enjoying some
mutually desired boy play.

Turing to Dylan, who was still hard, I started to soap his upper body and I
suddenly had a flashback to a shower with Randy a few days ago and
suspected that Dylan's goals was the same.

I ran the soap across his chest and over his tiny nipples. He still has the
tiny little dime sized nipples of a little boy, but they poked up a bit as
I stimulated them with the extra cleaning attention I was giving them.
"Kiss them Walt!", requested Ryan.

I bent over and gave each nipple a little kiss, lick and then a suck. Dylan
closed his eyes and moaned.  "Oh man, that is hot!", Ryan said as he
continued to pump away at his dick.

I got back to cleaning and washed his neck and back. His back was beautiful
with a light dusting of downy fir and skin was totally flawless. It was
like a piece of art. I rinsed him and then went to his butt and started to
rub each cheek with the bar of soap. Dylan moaned and Ryan spoke up.

"Can you turn him a bit so I can see."

I obliged as I was pretty worked up myself and enjoying the feel of his
body, the sensuousness of the scene as well as the odd thrill of being
observed by another boy who was enjoying the moment himself.

I put on a bit of a show for Ryan, rubbing each cheek and spreading them to
show Ryan his anus. Dylan laughed and thrust his butt out comically. I
soaped my hand and ran it through his crack, over his anus and between his
legs.  Dylan instinctively spread his legs to give me greater access to his
taint and anus.

I washed this bum so many times, it was clean enough to eat off of. Too bad
we didn't have time to do that.  I finished up this side by washing his
legs, cute little feet and toes. I turned Dylan around to make sure that
Ryan had a good view of the final act of the show.

I started where I left off on his front and washed from his rib cage
down. I soaped up my hands and then applied them to his torso rubbing every
millimeter of his gorgeous skin. I washed him thoroughly from ribs to the
start of his pubis and back up. I made sure his belly button was very clean
and made extra sure by blowing a raspberry in it, to a fit of laughter, and
then used my tongue to triple check its cleanliness.

When I was done, all that was left was to clean what makes Dylan a boy.
His pubis, penis and scrotum were waiting for their turn.  Ryan was
starting and stopping his wank as he kept edging wanting to hold off until
the climax of the show.

I put the soap up on the little soap rack, rinsed the boy and started to
walk out of the shower and said "You can finish up Dylan."  Ryan booed and
Dylan grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the shower.

I smiled, laughed and said, "OK fine. But if you plan on finishing, you
have about five minutes and then we all have to get dried and dressed for
Ryan's dad."

I soaped up both hands again and applied them to his pubis and carefully
scrubbed back and forth grazing his hard boy rocket with the back of my
hand with each swipe. This was, of course, the plan to move things along
while finishing the cleaning job. Each time his sweet little dick was
swiped, it lurched and Dylan moaned.

"Please suck it Walt. I need to cum and I really want you to suck me off,"
I was not expecting that at all.  This was a playful little scene and now
it took a much more serious and erotic turn. I was absently just rubbing
back and forth on his pubis as I contemplated this. It's not like I haven't
had boy dick in my mouth already in the last 24 hours, I just made me
uneasy particularly with Ryan as an audience member watching.

"Please," Dylan pleaded as we started to jack himself and thrusting in my
direction looking for the release that his body craved.

"I'll say it again, what is it with 12-year-old boys, jeesh! I said to
nobody in particular. Dylan was not really focusing on my words at this
point and Ryan was lost is a haze of edging to the brink and back in
anticipation of the main event.

In for a penny, in for a pound I thought to myself, repeating an odd
expression my parents used to use all the time.

"Ryan, you may want to get closer to get a good look. Dylan, are you
ready?"

"Yes, hurry up!"

I got down on my knees, and as I did I noticed Ryan moving forward and
standing outside the shower stall, but only inches away from the action.

"I washed his rock-hard dick first and then his scrotum. "Come on Walt,
please stop stalling. Suck me off!" Dylan pleaded. I was kind of enjoying
torturing him a bit.

"Suck him off... Suck him off... Suck him off..." Ryan started chanting
like he was at a wrestling match.  I stared at his pulsing dick and noticed
his angry purple glans from all the stimulation. Finally, I stuck my tongue
out and leaned it.  I just flicked the end lightly a few times. Then I
grabbed it with one hand and nibbled on the glans, frenulum and the shaft
moving down to his balls and then took both of those marble sized beauties
in my mouth and moved them around with my tongue and lightly sucked his
bag.

Dylan started to sway, Ryan told him "hold on to Walt's head so you don't
fall", which he did.  I finished up on his scrotum and pushed his penis
down and nibbled from the base mound playing with the downy fur that will
one day host his first pubes. I contributed to lip nibble up the top of his
shaft to his glans flicked the tip a few more times and them took his
entire penis into my mouth.  Dylan started, I don't want to use the F-U
word, but was fornicating with my mouth. I grabbed his testicles and
lightly pulled them down from his body as he moaned and pushed my head
further into his pelvis as if there was more penis hidden inside that
needed to be sucked. I felt his testicles started to rise into his body and
I new his release was on the way.

I bobbed up and down, enjoying he texture of skin of his penis in my
mouth. Each time I came up to the top, I would linger a few second on his
glans and move back down. I was blowing this child as I would like to be
blown with a variety of movements and methods of stimulation.

I decided to use the new technique I leaned and stared to hum as I sucked
his beautiful boy appendage. The song was `When You Wish Upon A Star', and
as I reached "your dreams come true", I felt fluid on the side of my head
and a split second later in my mouth.  Dylan got off three powerful squirts
and several blanks of very thin boy juice.  "Don't swallow" Dylan quickly
said as he realized what he did, I want to see!

Ryan had blasted six liquid offerings, three of which were in my hair and
the rest on the floor and on his dick. His semen was still not fully
mature, but it was milky, thicker and a lot more than Dylan produced.

I opened my mouth and showed Dylan his semen that was on my tongue. "Spit
in in my hand," he said and I obliged. He played with it for a few seconds
and then washed it off. "Thanks Walt, that was amazing.  I love you so
much, he kissed me on the cheek looked at my cock that was still hard and
unloved and spoke to it, "I will see you later mister!".

I quickly rinsed Dylan's penis and sent him out of the shower.  I pulled
Ryan in and rinsed off his boy toy as well, gave him a playful whack on the
butt.  "You two go get dried and dressed now!"

I quickly rinsed my hair of the boy offering, wiped Ryan's emission off the
floor with a tissue and took a quick look to make sure there was no
tell-tale signs of the depravity that has occurred there that Mouse Keeping
would notice.

When I was satisfied all was well, I moved to the bedroom to finish drying
and dressing.  As I was about to slip on my underwear, I heard a knock and
then the door open. "Hello, it's me Rob".

"Daddy!" I heard Ryan exclaim and run to his dad.

"Why are you naked buddy? You should be dressed!"

As he was saying this, I was totally dressed and walked out as Ryan's naked
butt was moving back into the room.  "See what I said, rather be naked than
dressed. Sorry about my little streaker."

"It's ok, I have two boys at home that are the same and Dylan seems to
share the same habit. Boys will be boys."

"It is actually kind of cute. They are so innocent and carefree, soon they
will be sullen and fanatically private teens so we should enjoy it while
can," Rob said with a chuckle.

"Yeah", I said but I was a little surprised by the comment that was in a
similar vein to the cock rub he gave Ryan last night while he was sleeping.
Is he perving on his son or even doing some things notwithstanding Ryan's
insistence that he is not?  Maybe this kind of thing between father and son
is this more common than I thought.  I came back to the here and now when
once again there was a knock on the door. This time it was room service
with our breakfast... right on time.

The server set up the food on my dining room table, I signed the receipt
and he was gone.

"Boy's, breakfast is here.", I yelled. Rob was taking his seat and I was
about to sit down as both boys came out of the room totally naked again.

"Why are you still naked? I have been asking for you to get dressed for a
while now and Rob just told Ryan the same thing."

"Ryan has no clothes, just a wet bathing suit and a robe. I thought I would
keep him company so he wasn't naked alone."

As this conversation was taking place, Rob was seriously checking out
Dylan's body. Again, it made me curious as to what Rob's story is.

"Oh right, I brought Ryan's clothes for him. They are in the backpack there
with your toothbrush.  Let's eat first and you can get dressed when we are
done.  You head out when you are ready, Walt. I will get these two dressed
even if I have to do it myself!" Rob said and he looked Dylan up and down
again not really hiding that that he was checking the boy out.

Both boys jumped in their seats and proceeded to eat everything that wasn't
moving.  I was sitting beside Dylan and I looked down and noticed he had a
boner and kept fiddling with it. I was actually getting a bit nervous
leaving him alone with Rob. I know I have been inappropriate with both of
them, but my paternal and legal instincts were sounding alarm bells and
even though a double standard, I did not want him messing with Dylan when I
left.  My phone then rang and I saw it was Alicia calling. I put my fingers
to my lips and moved to the balcony and hit answer. "Hi Ali", I
answered. "Just checking in. Are you having fun?" she asked.

"You know I can't have fun without you babe," I responded.

"Ha! You are a big fibber Walter Furman," she said with a laugh.  "We are
in the green room waiting for the set call. Looks like today is going to be
a long one for our boy star, but they have assured me a wrap today so we
can be on the plane to you tomorrow."

"Sounds great! I can't wait to see both of you tomorrow. Is Randy there, I
want to say hi."

"No, he is off at the craft table filling up on pop-tarts."

"OK, tell him I love him and miss him.  Have you checked in at home yet?"

"Nope, that is next. Gotta go, the A.D. just came in looking for
Randy. Love you!" and the line went dead. I had really wanted to give
Alicia some information on Dylan now and now wait until she arrived.  As I
came back into the room, Ryan was gone and Rob moved to my seat and was
chatting up Dylan.

"What are you two talking about," I asked.

"Rob was just telling me about the surgery mom is having and showed me
where the doctor opens her up and where the scar will be," as he said that
he stood up, penis now about half hard. "Show Walt where the scar will be."
Rob reached over and traced a line on Dylan's body on the left side close
to his pelvic V under his belly button and above his penis.

"Yea, I know where they are, I had mine out too." I said a bit sternly. Rob
looked at me and had a puzzled look on his face.

I said in a calm but firm voice, "Dylan please go get dressed NOW." Dylan
got up and went right to his room, Ryan came out a few moments later
wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts that also seemed unfashionably short and
tight. The front of the shorts was borderline obscene – I could see the
outline of his boy package as it left quite a lump and was hard to miss. He
came over, sat on his dad's knee, kissed him on the cheek and said "I had a
great time with Dylan and Walt. Can I stay again tonight?  Rob jumped in
right away and said what I was thinking.  "Dylan's mom is sick. We are not
sure what the plans are for tonight so we will have to see after dinner."

Dylan walked out of his room dressed in a vintage Disneyworld 1971 t-shirt,
board shorts and a Mickey Mouse baseball cap. This kid is 24/7 cute!

Are you guys ready to go?  I have to head out now, let's go downstairs
together.

Rob, looking a little concerned said, sure we can walk with you now.  Let's
go boys.  We all travelled down on the elevator. "Where are you three
heading", I asked. Rob said, "Hollywood Studios. Is that OK Dylan?"

"It's more than OK, it's perfect. We all got out of the elevator and headed
out the front door.

"I will call you when I am back Rob, we can meet up where you are," I
said. "Have fun guys, I said as I was turning to head left to the parking
lot.

Dylan lunged at me and hugged me. "I'm going to miss you Uncle Walt. I love
you and give mom and kiss for me please."  I love you too buddy, be safe,
have fun and call me from Rob's phone if you want to talk to me." He seemed
really upset I was leaving him but did not want to show it in front of his
friend.

All three turned right towards the bus terminal and I watched them walking
away. I could not look away from Ryan's tight and short shorts.  That boy
is going to be a jerk off fantasy for a number of guys who see that sexy
boy today – definitely not a Disney look.

After what seemed like forever, I finally got to the rental car and got it.
I was checking my email on the phone and saw two emails that I needed to
deal with. The first one was from Ms Shultz t the hospital. It was a scan
of Dylan's mom's admission papers and her identification. I flipped that
email to Lisa, my assistant at the office asking her to get the team to do
a full background check on her and a deep dive into her family to see if
there were any relatives.

The second email was from Alexi. It was not particularly nice, but it sure
showed the measure of the man.

Dear Faggot Lawyer,

I wanted you to know I am NOT going to be part of that crazy women and the
queer brat's life anymore, you can have them. Tell the hospital to stop
calling me, I don't care what happens to either of them, I will not be
paying any hospital bills and I will not be taking any responsibility for
the boy. I will be filing a divorce as soon as I am home and I will be
moved out before she gets back.

Alexi Petrov

That note enraged me, I wanted to hurt him for what he has done to Dylan
and his mom. What a sad excuse of a human being.