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Subject: Dylan – Chapter 22 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.org/donate.html I would really appreciate and need your feedback, suggestions and encouragement. There is no way to know if anyone is reading and enjoying my story. Your comments and feedback will only inspire me to write more and make the stories better. Write me at mad.mouse@mailfence, please reach out! Thanks to those who have sent me notes, I really appreciate the comments and I will use as many of the suggestions made as I can and I am super excited to hear from so many of you! If you want to see what I envision my characters to look like, learn more about the settings, wardrobe and more, you can check out my G-rated Clearnet blog at ess/ 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 konyaaltı sınırsız escort 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 konyaaltı türbanlı escort 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. 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. konyaaltı ucuz escort 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