Zach’s Perspective
I swear to freaking god that I only looked away from Ali for like two seconds and he was gone… so were DJ and Tad. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I hadn’t felt panic like that since Seth was in his car accident. Freddy, Teddy, and Sammy had taken off on their bikes earlier in the year and freaked us all out, but they were older and I knew they’d be okay. But Ali was barely talking… but pn the flipside, he also still waddled slowly, so how far away could he be? Right? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, panic was setting in. The six parents did our best not to flip the fuck out, but thank god for the grandparents. They stayed calm and went into action immediately. Before I could even blink, Seth’s dad and my dad had both talked to Cast Members to report the kids missing, and they put Disney protocol into action to help find the boys.
We (by “we” I mean my mom) had talked to all the kids about meeting places when we first got to the park in the morning. She had pointed out Cast Members to the kids so they knew who to talk to if they got lost. She even had wristbands made for each of the kids with their parents phone number on them… granted the tiny ones repeated what she said, but I doubt they comprehended it. You know, all my life I had hated what a control freak my mom was. In grade school, she embarrassed the hell outta me as classroom mom, then in high school in front of my soccer team, hell she even took over our wedding to the point where Seth and I secretly eloped just to get away from her and take control of something… anything. But at that moment, when my baby boy had wondered away, I thanked god for her control freak gene. She leaped into action, breaking us up into groups and sending us off in different directions to look for the lost boys. She sent us all a picture she had taken of the of them together earlier so we could show it around, and instructed us to show it to every Cast Member we saw. She found a place in the shade, she and Riley stayed there with the other kids while the other adults went off looking, we were to text her if we learned anything.
Seth and I hugged and tried to convince each other that Ali and the others were fine before we went off in different directions to look for them. It seemed like time stood still as I roamed the clean, lively streets of the park; It felt like hours had passed before my phone rang. It was Disney letting me know that they had the three boys at a Baby Care Center that was within like a hundred feet of where I was. I immediately texted mom, then called Seth as I ran like hell to get the boys. He answered his phone, out of breath, “I Know, I’m on my way there,” he was already running. I hung up and kept running, I was the first to get there. As soon as I walked in I saw those three little shits sitting there having a snack like nothing ever happened.
“Hi Daddy Zeff” Ali said with a smile as he popped a Goldfish Cracker into his mouth, happy as a little clam. His two little partners in crime were having a great time too giggling and stuffing their faces with treats.
“You scared us all! Where did you guys go?!” I asked as I squeezed the air out of him… oh my god, I was so scared when he disappeared that all I could do was hug him while tears of joy and relief rolled down my cheeks.
“With him” he said with a giant smile as he pointed across the street, then added “dat Sponge Bob.” While I was still piecing it all together Seth, Mary, her husband, Gina, and Dylan all came running in. We hugged the hell outta the kids who seemed oblivious to why we were all hugging and crying. A Cast Member asked us for ID, made sure we were their parents, etc. as we thanked them all over and over. Apparently, when we were all distracted in the store the three boys saw Sponge Bob walk by, toddled out the door and followed him down the street. They caught up with him a block or so away from us and interacted with the square panted icon. When Sponge Bob realized there were no parents around, he walked them across the street to the nearest Baby Care Center (as per Disney protocol – this wasn’t their first rodeo). Like I said, it felt like hours had passed, but in reality, it all happened in the span of about fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of pure, eternal, hell.
Once we put together what had happened, Gina ran across the street and hugged the giant Sponge Bob, thanking him over and over. Of course, Sponge Bob didn’t talk and refused the reward Gina tried to give them, he was trained well. Our whole group ended up over by Sponge Bob, the three boys were all over him, and of course I was recording it all. I couldn’t help but notice that all the adults had freaked the fuck out, but the three boys were clueless to it all. We were all traumatized, and they were having the time of their lives.
Day two of vacation was full of highs and lows, but all in all it was amazing and we all left the park unscathed.
Mauricio’s (Auntie Mo) Perspective
So, Scotty and Brad were telling us all about their upcoming vacay to Disney World at Kev and Randy’s last weekend when the A’s started talking about their…. well, let’s call them past exploits in Orlando, and we all decided to join the Nicholls + + + clan on vacation. Everyone but Matty that is, with Scotty on vacation he needed to stay behind at The Resort and cover for him.
Mary, Joseph, and the sweet lord baby Jesus it had been a long couple of days. Do not get me wrong, I loved hanging out with the babies and the gaybies of all our friends… but I also love being able to hand them back to their parents when I had enough “family time” and go home, that’s just one of the perks of being Auntie Mo. Anyway, Mijo, I love all those kids; Brooklyn and I have a special bond, and Seth’s little Izzy… I got to know her when they visited at Spring Break, what a trip, such an attitude (I love it). Then there’s Maggie who I was just getting to know, she may have straight parents but she has definitely been exposed to the gay sass of her guncles. Those three girls were so much fun to be around, add twin babies and princess makeovers and I was in heaven. Oh! And do not let me overlook the boys… they are all so cute, full of life, and fun to be around. Watching them train to be Jedis was so much fun. But I swear, I was clutching my pearls when Ali, DJ, and Tad disappeared. We all instantly went to work to find them and I can tell you this much, gurl… Disney has their shit together. The kids and the parents were reunited within minutes, and the drama was over… side note: I love a little drama, but not that kind.
It was nice to be on a family vacation… during the day. But once we left the families, the mood changed. The kidless crowd had our own house complete with a game room, swimming pool, and hot tub where we retreated to let it all hang out. We’d known each other for over a decade and were so comfortable with each other that the house just naturally became a clothing optional refuge. We had all engaged in naked fun with each other over the years, some just cheeky, some sexual (like crazy sexual)… like I said, we were comfortable with each other.
After our day at the Magic Kingdom, I was ready for some time at the drag bar… I was full-on Cruella from head to toe after my ‘princess makeover’ and I sure as hell was not gonna let that go to waste gurl. Darren found a drag bar not too far away, the had an 11:00 show. The other guys (Marc and Jordy, Alex, and Adam) decided to join us. We hung out and I mixed with the queens before and after their shows, they were all so nice and welcoming. I loved being the center of attention, and they all made a big deal over me, it was a lot of fun, but fairly tame. That night when we got back to the house, I got out of my makeup, then shucked my clothes and got into the hot tub to cocktail with the others. It was a nice relaxing end to the day.
The next night, after day two of our “family vacation” that included watching Jedi training and searching for lost toddlers, we were ready for adult fun. So, after we left the park, we parted ways with the ankle biters, the breeders, and the paternally inclined among us and went back to our place to get ready for a boys only night out. A quick disco nap, then a shower followed by a pregame cocktail… I was ready to roll.
The A’s had been to Orlando before and knew all the hot spots, oh hell those two little hard bodied bitches knew the hot spots in every damn city in the country. We all hopped into the rented SUV and headed out for a night on the town with Jordy as the self-appointed DD (thank god, because when the rest of us started drinking we just kept going… Jordy was the responsible one). We found this fabulous Sushi place for dinner; the food just kept coming and coming and we all stuffed our faces… even me. I rarely ever ate before a night of dancing because I don’t need the extra baggage when my Latin ass hits that floor, but after the day we had, it felt good to just let go, talk with adults (who I could swear in front of), laugh with adults, and eat adult food. After sushi we hit a neighborhood type bar where we ran into “Father Westin” (OMG, if you could see the giant eyeroll I am doing). I’m sorry, I’m happy my baby boy, Seth, and the Westin brothers found a way to coexist with their father, but this bitch don’t forget. He and his “boyfriend” Best abducted Brad, and did god only knows what to those other boys (and how many others) in the fucking name of religion. I was cordial to the man, we all were, but honestly, I would never forgive the fucker. Hell hath no fury like a queen scorned. We exchanged pleasantries, but that was about all I could stomach.
Anyway, we left the neighborhood place for someplace a little higher energy and by about ten o’clock I found myself shirtless on the dancefloor of a gay nightclub with my hot, black, shirtless husband grinding his big, hard crotch against mine, and a hot shirtless, muscly Latino about half my damn age grinding his hardness into my ass trench. I loved how all the gay clubs in Orlando had a Latin flair to them. The music, the décor, even a lot of the guys… and la chica, I loved it all.
Darren, my husband was a big man, in every damn way. His bare, chest was pushed against mine and our sweat mingled; it was damn hot in there. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started kissing his full lips… okay, fine, I was in my forties and maybe a little too old to be necking on the dancefloor, but hell, I was on vacation. As I got lost in Darren, the hot stud from behind pushed his sweaty brown chest against my back, and wrapped his arms around both of us pulling us into a hot, three way kiss. I opened my eyes as our lips meshed together to get a lock on my friends; The A's were about ten feet away dancing with two hot twinks (their favorite boy flavor), Mark and Jordy had taken a small booth off the dancefloor and were taken it all in and holding court. I have to say that me and Darren blended with the crowd, even the olive-skinned, Daddy-esque Mark could pass. But the silver-haired fox Jordy, the whiter than white, ginger Alex and muscular, ex-Marine Adam stood out. They were different than the usual fare of hot Latinos, and hot black guys. They turned heads, garnered a lot of attention, and were clearly sought after prizes.
The A’s were out on the dancefloor working it as they always did, they always got attention. With Alex’s flaming red hair, and Adam’s Marine-built body… well they were a little double-dipped treat that no gay man would turn down. They were the young ones in our group, about Brad and Scotty’s age (early 30’s), but Brad and Scotty had bought into parenthood and monogamy and didn’t really play anymore, just like Kev and Randy. Honestly, the four of them never judged any of us, they made their choices, we made ours and we all respected each other for it. But I’ll admit, their families helped keep us all grounded and I cherished them. Anyway, The young-uns were twerkin’ and workin’ their way through the dancefloor, while Jordy and Marc were entertaining lingering looks and free drinks from the older crowd… none of them seemed to notice the Latin heat with me and Darren.
There was a break in the music and the hot young, nameless stud (who I nickname ‘Semental’ in my head because he was a Latin Stallion) grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor, I pulled Darren behind us. The three of us went to the bar and ordered a round of drinks, the bartender slipped something into Semental’s hand after he set our drinks down. We followed the Stallion as he moved swiftly down a dark hallway, my eyes glued to his perfect ass.
“Where are we going?” Darren asked.
Diego didn’t answer, so I did, “I have no clue.”
“The bartender is a friend, he gave me the key to a VIP room in the back” Semental finally spoke, “Oh, and I’m Diego.” He stopped at a door, put the key in, opened it, and stepped aside to let us in. As soon as the three of us were in the room, he shut the door and locked it behind us. Darren took control and pushed Diego against the wall, he made out with him as I fumbled with the guys pants, pulled them down, and he kicked them away. He and Darren were making out, Darren pulled me up and into the kiss.
The room was dark with just a tube of red lighting wrapped around the room where the wall met the ceiling, other than that it was all black. Black walls, black floors, a black leather couches. Darren pulled out of our kiss and went for Diego’s sweaty pits… it was a thing for him. He took a deep whiff and let out a “fuck yeah” before he lapped up the dance sweat. I went for one of his nips, Damn, Papi. I licked, and lapped, then gave it little bite.
“Fuck, yes” Diego moaned as he put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me tight to his chest. His other hand was clamped on the back of Darren’s head, drowning him in the sweat of his sweaty armpit… I could hear my big, beautiful husband whimpering with pleasure as the young stallion forced us both to service him. After several minutes of pit and nipple worship, Diego let up on us and we both ended on our knees in front of him. His young, uncut, brown slab was grandiose; I mean a thing of incredible beauty. It stood a good eight to nine inches, thick as a toilet paper tube, curved a little to the left, and the head was still covered by his foreskin. I reached for it and pulled the skin down over the head and gave it a lick.
“Yeah, Mo, that’s it. You like that brown, uncut dick, don’t you? Suck him” Darren encouraged. I took the big head into my mouth and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure from Diego’s supple lips. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Darren went for his balls, taking them in his mouth as I sucked the sweet man off. His sweaty musk filled my nostrils and drove me to levels of indescribable lust, Darren was on the same plane as me and we took every bit of the Latino stud’s genitalia in our mouths. “I’m gonna shoot, Papi’s” he said under his breath.
I pulled off him, Darren yanked on his balls and said, “The hell you are, boy. We’re just getting started” then we lead him over to the couch losing all our clothes along the way. (side note: um ew! We were far from the first ones to do it on that couch). Okay, girls, now this may surprise you, but I am a total bottom. The thought of Darren’s big black cock in my ass, and Diego’s perfectly spiced brown sausage down my throat… I was in 🎼hhheee🎶aaavvv🎶eeennn🎶! Darren and I had been together a long time and knew each other’s kinks, quirks, and guilty sexual pleasures. He pushed Diego onto the couch and nodded at me. I got on my knees between Deigo’s legs and started sucking him off again. Darren got behind me and ate my sweaty hole, then he got up squatted behind me, and pushed his massive meat into me.
Oh, my sweet lord!!! I had Diego forcing my head down on his man-sized pole while Darren pounded me for all I was worth. I was screaming around that stallions cock as, thank god I had it in my mouth gagging me and keeping me quiet. Diego was younger and hornier, and the first to blow. He held my head down as he shot what felt like a gallon of leche down my throat. I swallowed between the moans of pain and pleasure as Darren continued his mission fucking my ass. He smacked my ass hard as he shot his load deep inside me. Gurl, I was drowning in cum and loved it. When I finished cleaning Diego’s chorizo, he got up as if he thought he was going to leave.
“Oh, we aint done yet Semental” I said as I pushed him back onto the well-used couch. I stood on the couch, straddled his toned body, and dangled my manhood in front of his lips. He grabbed it and took me down his throat. He worked me like a pro, it took just a couple of minutes before I grabbed the back of his head and shot my load down his throat just as he had done to me, then he licked me clean.
After an awkward silence, the three of us stood, gathered our clothes, got dressed, kissed one last time, and walked to the door. “Um, well that was fun. Thanks.” Diego said and then he headed to the bar to hand in the key. That was the last we saw of our little Latin treat.
We made our way back out into the club. “HEY!” Alex yelled from across the loud dance floor. We walked towards him. He and Adam were standing there with two hot little twinks. “Where the hell were you guys?” he asked, then grinned… it was written all over our faces.
Jody and Mark came up from behind and said, “We’re taking the party back to our place.” When I turned around, I saw a couple of hot, shirtless otters with them. We all settled our bills and piled into our vehicle. The A’s went with the twinks, and Mark and Jordy went with the otters and we caravanned back to our place.
When we got there, Mark set the mood with the lights and music while Jordy tended bar. We started out playing pool in the game room. Well, 8 ball turned into strip 8 ball, which turned into everyone’s balls hanging out. But honestly, I was already spent. We all went out back and me and Darren jumped in the pool to rinse of from a night of dancing and some… um… strange. The other guys followed us into the pool which turned into to a big naked bowl of boy ceviche. Darren and I got out of the pool and air dried on the lounge chairs for a bit. Jordy and Mark jumped out and joined us while the others splashed around. “So, where did you boys disappear to at the club tonight?” Jordy asked with a grin. We both played innocent.
“It was weird how the hot Latino you were dancing with disappeared too” Mark the detective said with a grin.
Darren stayed silent, but I was a sharer, “fine! We went into a VIP room where Darren and Diego spit roasted the living fuck outa old auntie Mo here.” The two guys started laughing.
“Diego?” Mark asked, then added, “of course his name was Diego.” As the two guys gave us shit, all the other guys jumped out of the pool and moved to the hot tub.
“You guys gonna join us?” Jordy asked as they got up to join the others.
“You’re already way over capacity in there” Darren laughed. “I think we’re calling it a night.”
“Oh, I had my fun for the night, ladies” I added. “You boys enjoy.”
With that, Darren and I made out way up to our room, and everybody else climbed into the hot tub. It had been an action packed day… and the rest of our roomies were getting ready for an action packed night.
To be continued…
