Mad for the Mouse – Part 1
“Hi, my name is Walt and I am addicted to everything Disney. It has been six months since my last trip to “The World” and I am about to press send on the online booking website for another trip … right about …. Now! Too late, I am hopeless and no 12-step plan is ever going to help me!”
Yes, it is true … my name is, in fact, Walt. My mother was a Disney nut too and, much to my fathers’ chagrin, managed to give me the name Walter Orlando Furman. Today, I am 46 years old, having been born on October 1, 1971… you guessed it, the day Walt Disney World opened in Florida. My mother insists that she held off labor for 3 days to make sure my birth coincided with that of “The World.”
Now, before you judge me as some weirdo that still lives in my mom’s basement while playing with Disney Toys and scaring local children, I am an average middle class family man. In fact, I am a leader in my community, happily married with three children, two cats and a dog. It is just that in addition to all of that, I am also a 100% certified Disney nerd; according to my kids that is. I love all things Disney, especially the theme parks.
A few final housekeeping issues to address before I tell my story. I am a white, heterosexual male in excellent health and, if I may say so, handsome. My only truly distinctive feature is that I stopped growing at 14 and, as a result, I am a short man standing at 5’ 4” and weighing in at 114 lbs. I have sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, an Adonis, or super human in any way.
Despite my vertical challenges, I have a great life, great marriage, amazing kids, and lots of money; in short, we are living the American Dream. Professionally, I am a lawyer and I practice in a wide range of disciplines but my favorite area is adoptions.
As an interesting side note, because of my stature, I am still asked for proof of age when I go out for the occasional drink. Personally, I do not see it, but everyone tells me I still look like a kid. How somebody can mistake a 46-year-old man to be under 21 leaves me worrying about the state of the optometry profession.
In addition to my Disney obsession, I seem to be a magnet for young boys – mostly in the 9-14 age range. It is almost as if they are drawn to me by some supernatural force. I have spent years trying to figure it out and I have two working theories. Perhaps my size and the fact I appear to be a kid may look, to them, as if I am just another friendly kid to hang out with. It could also be that I appear to be a safe male adult to befriend for boys lacking parental support, affection, physical connection, and somebody to love them for who they are. Sadly, in my professional and volunteer work, I see many kids who are simply abandoned, not just physically, but also emotionally, by parents who go through all the motions, but have no capacity or interest to show love or affection for their children; so I tend to believe this is the most likely theory.
One of my greatest qualities, other than my dashing good looks and humility, is that I am not the least bit shy, I think they call it being an A-type personality. I am super positive and I love people. Everyone just instantly warms up to me, especially boys. My wife says I am like the pied piper for little boys.
Fun fact, you will never find me without a Mickey Mouse on my person. Naturally, I always sport a Mickey Mouse watch, but it is a matter of personal pride to always have Mickey on display somewhere on my person. At work or in court, I will wear a discreet Mickey Mouse Tie. When casual, I might have a shirt, hat, boxers, or socks festooned with America’s favorite rodent. This is not only the expression of my love for Disney but a fantastic icebreaker with anybody at any age!
As I said, I have three children; two boys, ages 8 and 11 and 1 girl aged 13. I love them all equally and more than life itself. Having said that, my relationship with my boys has been more than father and son, we are best friends. Whether it be roughhousing, hanging out, video games, watching cartoons on Saturday mornings or having fun adventures, I just love being around them and their friends.
Never once have I even done anything inappropriate or “creepy” to or with them. We have always had an open relationship in terms of talking about “things of men.” We are not body shy and see each other naked in passing, shared baths and showers or on a dare to skinny-dip in our, well secluded, backyard pool. Nudity is just not a big deal in our family, especially amongst the male majority. Perhaps my friendship with my boys has led to a more open relationship when it comes to talking about sex stuff and we are totally at ease with each other in all ways.
Frankly, as I said before, I do not really understand what draws boys to me and how I ended up, secretly, being attracted to them. I am not gay and have zero attraction or sexual interest in adult men but, apparently, I developed one to young males. What is weird, and somewhat ironic, is that that the incidences when I have acted on this attraction and become “involved” with a boy started by accident at, and has continues to occur only at, Disney resorts. Now, dear reader, I am not abducting boys or even pursuing them in Disney parks, the incidents seem to be accidental, or perhaps even initiated by the boy himself. Yes, I do know I am the adult and need to refuse to put myself in positions to get involved, but it is a weakness that allows me to be sucked in. To be clear, I never have and never would trick or force a boy into any intimate act. In fact, I would never ask or even hint at it, but you will see from my stories that my sin is allowing myself to be in circumstances where I am drawn in and then my penis starts doing the thinking and the rest of me follows him.
As a matter of pride (or perhaps a matter of freakishness), I have been at a Disney park somewhere in the world every year of my life so far. This all started on the third day of my life when my mom and dad packed newborn Walt into the family car and took a road trip from Lansing Michigan to the, days old, Magic Kingdom in Florida. During that trip, my mom managed to get a local pastor to come to the park to baptize me from the waters of the moat that surrounds the castle. Obviously, I do not remember this, but there is a super 8 film of the experience; including the altercation with Disney security. The officer seemed concerned about the unauthorized impromptu ceremony. My folks tell me that guard ended up being a witness and even cried at the little ceremony. Every year my folks made sure that I, and later my sister, got properly exposed to the Disney culture at either the Florida or California parks.
In this series, I am going to tell you about each time I made a special little friend at a Disney Park. My stories may not take on a chronological time line to help better develop the various actors. We will start at the beginning of the collision of both my open and secret obsessions that takes place only minutes away from the City of Love… Paris.
Donny at Euro Disney - 1992
Euro Disney (now called Disneyland Paris) had just opened on April 12, 1992 to underwhelming attendance and consternation by the French for the invasion of American culture in their country. As a result, trips to this new resort were deeply discounted to get people to give it a chance and build business. In June of 1992, I was 22 and had just finished law school. I was drawn to the deep discounts and instead of going to Anaheim to celebrate the end of school, as planned; I organized a trip with my school chums to visit the brand new park outside of Paris. While I was completely pumped for a week of Disney touring, when we got there it turns out a group of good looking, hardworking law graduates were more interested in pursuing “magic” outside of the park. Truth was, I was very happy to stay behind and explore this new park on my own.
My best friend, Mark Regan, decided to bring along his eleven year old little brother, Donny. I have always liked Donny and kind of felt sorry for him, as his parents, both high-powered lawyers in Detroit, seemed more concerned about their careers than about their sons and, as a result, both Mark and Donny had been mostly raised by nannies. Now, as an adult, Mark spent most of his free time watching, caring for, and entertaining Donny.
Mark was so committed to be there for his little brother that he gave up admission to Harvard and attended Wayne State University so he could live at home and make sure Donny was not only raised by nannies like he was. Having spent a lot of time with Mark, I have spent a considerable amount with Donny too and over time, we became close.
When Mark asked if it was ok to bring Donny, I naturally agreed … he is a great little kid and I was glad to split the hotel costs with another person, especially one with rich parents.
Travel day came and we were on our way for a grand adventure in Paris. Donny’s parents didn’t even bother to see us off at the airport; my dad drove the three of us to meet the rest of our travelling party there. I could not believe it, my, 11-year-old son was travelling to Europe, and they couldn’t take the time to say good-bye at the airport... unbelievable. My father would have been at the airport even if he wasn’t driving us!
When I checked in at the airport, the ticketing agent looked at me and asked if I was travelling unaccompanied. I handed her my passport and said, “I am 22 mam.” She looked at the passport, then back up at me a few times and finally printed my boarding passes. Oh, the indignity of being so small. Anyway, we were all checked in at Detroit International for the short flight to JFK in New York then on to Paris! The first flight was short and uneventful, but when we got to JFK the enormity of the place was overwhelming. Many people running this way and that to make flights. Our connection was tight, but we had time to get in and settle. We were flying via Air France on a Boeing 747 in economy.
The six of us were spread across three aisle seats and three center ones. Mark, Donny and I being on the aisle and I was in the window seat. Donny asked if I would switch and I agreed reluctantly as I normally love to watch out the window when flying.
“You can look over me and switch later if you want to.” Donny said. I smiled at him and we changed seats. I was now in the middle seat and Mark on the aisle. For the first few hours, Donny was up and down to the washroom, bugging the flight crew and just being a kid. Finally, he settled down in time for dinner. After eating, he and I chatted about Disney for a while and I learned he had never been to a Disney Park! His parents were more interested in vacations they wanted in exotic locations and never took into account their kids interests. “I’ve always wanted to go to Disney World; is Euro Disney the same.” He asked. “Well, it is brand new and smaller, but lots of the rides and shows are the same,” I replied, “That’s so cool! Thanks for taking me with you; we are going to have a lot of fun. Will you show me everything? Can we go on every ride?” Donny said. “Absolutely buddy.” Donny started to yawn. He shifted around a lot, but could not get comfortable. I lifted the arm between us and invited him to lie on a pillow in my lap. For the next 5 hours of the flight, Donny softy slept as we hurled across the Atlantic to our destination. Mark and the boys were enjoying their flight and flirting with some young French girls in the next row. I was happily reading my travel guides, making plans for our touring with Donny quiet, and resting peacefully on my lap.
With about an hour to go, the flight attendant came to our seat. She asked me if my brother wanted to see the flight deck before we landed. Oh, the days before 9/11, can’t do that anymore! He is not my brother, but I am sure he will. I gently woke Donny and he seemed to come back to life gradually until I told him the captain wanted to show him the flight deck. He was on his feet and super excited. “Can we go now?” Donny asked. Mark had also just woken up and I explained that Donny was invited to go see the flight deck. “You should take him.” Donny objected and said, “No! I want Walt to go.” Mark seemed fine with that, “fine, more sleep for me. But if the captain asks if you have ever seen a grown man naked… RUN!” he laughed as he recounted the gag in the classic movie “Airplane.” “Huh,” Donny said. “It’s just a joke from a movie called Airplane, maybe we will watch it sometime… it’s pretty funny.” I said.
We made our way to the flight deck and the pilot invited Donny to sit in the navigator’s seat, as they don’t use them anymore. Donny eyes were as wide as saucers and his mouth was hanging open in awe. “This is amazing. There are like a bazillion buttons, lights, and switches,” Donny said. “Actually young man, there are a bazillion and nine,” said the captain. Donny said “really?” and we all had a good laugh. The crew were awesome, spent about 10 minutes explaining everything, and then gave Donny some pilot wings. We said our thank you’s as we were about to leave, the Captain handed me a set of wings and said, “and a set for you too son. Thanks for visiting us. Have fun in France.” He too thought I was a kid, but I said thanks and gladly accepted the souvenir.
The rest of the flight was routine. We had no issue at the airport, found our bags ok, and took the shuttle arranged by our package tour operator to The Disney Land Hotel! We checked in, settled in, and explored the hotel for a while before getting ready for bed. The next day was fun as we had our first exploration of the park and all of the hotel facilities. We got a few rides, but it was starting to rain, so we ducked in for an early dinner. We were all pleasantly surprised to see that most of the food was familiar; we all ordered what would be traditional American meals, and the guys ordered some beers and were slowly starting to get a little inappropriate for a family establishment. As we sat there discussing plans, nobody could really decide what to do next. Finally, we reached consensus, headed over to Videopolis, and spent the rest of the day enjoying the shows and exhibits there.
While Donny and I were having a blast, the other seemed bored. I guess they thought this was going to be more like the American Parks and I think Euro Disney was not keeping their attention or interest. Donny was attached to Mark and this point, was being hustled from one thing to another without time to really take it in, and was getting frustrated. I wandered over and asked Donny if he wanted to see the Rock Shock show again, and he eagerly agreed. I asked Mark if it was ok and he responded, “Please.” Thus, our Disney brotherhood began… from that point forward on, Donny and I were team Disney, Mark, and the others were team girl hunt. That was fine, at this point having more time to explore on my own, or with Donny alone, would be great. The guys headed to hotel, had some more drinks, and even found some nice local girls to chat up. Donny and I closed the park down and headed back to the hotel at about 9:00 pm. Mark some us come in, excused himself from the others, took custody of his brother and went upstairs, and I joined the other guys and the two girls with them.
Turns out the young ladies, Lea and Manon, were a little too young and were only in high school, but I really enjoyed talking to them as they were new Disney Cast Members and were excited to talk about their new jobs! We must have talked for an hour about Disney and the legacy of Walt. Raymond and the guys were getting antsy and bored. They tried to change the topic, but the girls were totally into this discussion and we continued. Slowly, the guys left one at a time until it was just my new friends and I in the bar. I just realized that they ordered more beers and I was shocked when the server brought them to the table. I had assumed that the guys had been buying the drinks for these underage girls. “How are you buying beer? You look like you are 15 or 16?” I asked. “We are 16 and that is the legal drinking age here in France,” Lea replied.
It was getting late and the girls started to smile and whisper in French to one another. I did not understand anything except a few words here and there. They were up to something. “Can we see your room?” Manon asked sheepishly. Oh my gosh! “Sure, but I am sharing with five others, but we have 3 bedrooms and a sitting room. I am sure we have space. Let’s go.” We went up the elevator and made it to the room, opened the room and there was Donny, standing in his underwear and wolfing down a big box of popcorn. Lea and Manon saw Donny and said “Hello, what is your name cuties pie?” “Donny lit up and said, I am Donny Regan, like the President, but he spells his name with an A, we don’t have an A. I am 11 and will be 12 soon. I am from America and just ate two massive Mickey Mouse Chocolate Bars and three cans of Coke.” He proceeded to burp long and loud and the girls giggled and clapped. You could see the wild look in his eyes as he paced back and forth across the room, as he talked non-stop. He was sugared up and on a major high. Both girls were smiling and were clearly amused by Donny’s stream of consciousness. “You are so cute Donny;” Are you and Walt brothers?” they asked. “No, but I wish he was, he is my friend, Mark is my brother and he fell asleep in the other room. Do you want to play a game?”
Again, the girls laughed and asked, “What kind of game.” Donny replied “Strip poker” and without missing a beat, Lea said I don’t think that would be fair, you only have your undies on. How about crazy 8’s?” I was standing there stunned as this squirt proceeded to steal my dates. “Donny, where are the guys?” I asked. “Mark fell asleep a while ago and the others have not come back. “ You got cards Donny,” Manon asked. “Sure do, I will go get them. I will be right back. The girls started to yammer in French again, I heard the word Donny about three times and I realized at that point that Walt was going to be out of luck. We played cards, laughed, and had a great time once I accepted that I was not getting any action today.
I suggested that Donny get some PJ’s on several times, but in his sugar high he just ignored me – he just stayed in just his underwear the whole time which was making me very unconfutable as I had no idea what the girls intentions were. Lea and Manon sat closely on either side of him and touched, hugged and even gave him innocent sisterly kisses each time he won a hand. They were smitten with him and treated him as if he was a cute puppy and not an almost entirely naked little boy. I, on the other hand, sat opposite of the three of them and felt like a third wheel. Who knew an 11-year-old would see more action than I would. As Donny won another hand, Lea laughed and whispered something in French to Manon. They both looked at Donny’s lap and then back at each other giggling. “They said I have an erection”, what does that mean?” Donny asked. The girls turned red and giggled when they realized that he had understood them. “An erection is a boner… when your penis is hard,” I said eliciting more embarrassed giggles from the girls. “I know what a boner is and it does that sometimes”, Donny said. “Are you sure you don’t want to put on PJ’s now,” I said smugly. “I am not standing up NOW. Let’s keep playing.” he replied. We played a few more rounds and Donny had quote a winning streak, I wish we had played strip poker about now as he would still have his shorts on but our friends might be a little chilly.
Donny started to yawn and his eyes were fluttering closed. Lea told him to put his head on her lap, which he did. Manon scooted closer to Lea and lifted his legs on her lap. Donny was now lying, in only a pair of underwear, across the laps of two gorgeous 16 year olds. The two of them caressed him as he dropped into sleep with a smile of bliss on his face. It was 11:00 pm now and Lea suddenly realized her father would be downstairs in 10 minutes to pick them up. “Where is his bed,” Manon asked. “It is in there. He has the cot across from his brother.” I said as I pointed. The two of them rose with Donny balanced in their arms. They walked him into the room silently. I followed them in to see my evening end in a bad case of blue balls. They lowered him to his bed like experts, sat on either end of his bed, one stroked his hair, and the other rubbed his feet. Finally, they both got up and pulled up his covers; each kissed him and walked out to the sitting room with me.
“I am sorry, but we have to go now, our ride will be here at 11:15. We both had fun hanging out with Donny and you. He is a very cute and sweet little boy,” Lea said. “You are really good with little boys.” I commented in a way that I meant to be sarcastic. Manon, responded, “4 years of babysitting… we are professionals”. They walked to the door, stuck out their hands for me to shake. I gave them a half-assed handshake and they were out the door. While disappointed, I was all talk and no action. There is no way I would have had sex with 16-year-old girls, but it was still exciting to flirt.
Seconds later, the guys walked in. As they entered the room they looked back at the girls walking down the hall and then back at me with looks of shock. They tried, but could not form words, they were so surprised to see the girls leaving our room and assumed that I had had a major score! I looked at them, shrugged, and said. “What can I say; Donny was the only one to get the girls tonight. I walked towards my room, looked at them as they stared slack jawed and in shock. “In fact they took him to bed. Good night gentlemen” I said as I closed to door to leave them to contemplate what I just said. I flipped on the TV and let the Euro Disney resort loop play with its cheerful sights and sounds as I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, as I walked out of my room ready to start the third day of our trip, Mark was standing there and was waiting for me. He looked like he was about to give me some bad news. As he approached me, he said, “Hey Walt, the guys and I want to head into Paris for the day. I know you have a whole day planned out, but they want to see if they could meet some girls for a bit of adult fun and see the sights too. I don’t want to disappoint you, but they are just so excited to see more of France and not just Disney. I hope you don’t mind.”
I was thinking about what he was saying and was silently doing a little dance of joy as I thought about having a day to myself to explore without the constant pressure of doing what everyone else wanted to do… drink and ogle girls. “Sure… that would be ok” pretending to be disappointed, “I can make due by myself. You know, Disney is so much more fun with others, but I get it. Go ahead and have your fun, I’ll just hang out here… by myself… alone.” Oh, oh, was it too much, I think I was over-selling.
While I had just handed Mark and the guys their ticket of freedom for the day, he still had an odd look on his face… as if he had more to say. Crap… did I guilt him and now he is going to stay. “There’s just one issue,” mark said almost inaudibly. As he said that, from behind the bathroom door, movement caught my eye and I could see Donny peeking through the crack. I suddenly realized what that “one thing” was. It was Donny. I was already thinking that this would be fun; he and I had already been joined at the hip most of the trip anyway… why not. However, I was not about to let Mark and his co-conspirators off the hook so easy.
“You see, we can’t really can’t take Donny with us, the rental car does not have enough seats and he would be bored and…” Mark whined. I completed that sentence with my own take on the situation, “and Donny would get in the way of the drinking and ladies.” Mark now displayed his best sad puppy dog face to punctuate his plea as he awaited my reply. I could hear the other guys in the next room, who were clearly listening to this conversation in anticipation. In reply, I said, loud enough for all to hear, “that’s a great idea Mark, I think Donny would love to have a tour of Paris, I think you are an awesome brother to let him tag along, I am ok staying here by myself.”
As if on cue, I heard Donny yell “NO!” and the other guys come stumbling into the room with stunned looks on their faces. Raymond almost yelled, “Mark, what have you done? That wasn’t the plan!” I laughed and let them all off the hook and said, “Of course I would love to hang out with Donny, at least I will get to have some intelligent conversation for a change and not have to listen to you guys talking thought your dicks all day long.” From behind the door, I heard Donny burst into laughter screaming, “Walt said dick! Dick, dick, dick.”
“See what I mean, the conversation is already more intellectual… are you ready to head out for a day of fun there kiddo”, I said to Donny. He bounded from the behind the door and took a running jump at me, knocking me from my feet onto the bed behind. He was already for the day, dressed, shoes on and backpack locked and loaded. Clearly, there was no plan B.
Moments later, we were all heading on our separate paths for the day. My “friends” deserting me to their day of debauchery and Donny and me to explore Euro Disney, stuff ourselves with junk and just have fun. As we were in the elevator heading to the lobby of the hotel, Donny looked up at me and asked, “What did you mean when you said that Mark and the others were talking out of their Dicks.” I stifled a laugh at this innocent question, but then hesitated to respond, as I did not really want to open such a discussion right now, or, ever. As if the elevator gods where listening, we arrived at the main floor and the question evaporated into the air as we walk-raced each other to the lobby door.
We were staying at the Disneyland Hotel, which is at the front entrance to the park allowing you to walk from the hotel right into the park and go back and forth for naps, supplies or a swim to cool down.
We had a great time together as we explored, rode the rides, ate lots of sugary junk, saw some shows and bought way too many trinkets. Up to this point, I have had no one-on-one adult interaction with kids. While I have spent a lot of time with Donny, it was always with Mark as well. I had a blast, I really liked having a little brother to share my day with. He really enjoyed the park and asked me a million questions about the American Parks, Disney movies and Uncle Walt himself.
This experience was the moment when I realized how much innocent fun it is to hang out with young boys. They do not have any real worries, they just want to have fun, and their goal in life is not to party or hook up with girls for a quickie... at least not for a few years yet. Yes, 11 year olds can be foul-mouthed and like to talk about sex a lot, but it has more to do with fitting in than actual carnal urges to put one’s penis into any hole that presents itself.
Donny was all 11-year-old boy for sure, but he was also very affectionate. Contently holding my hand, wanting to sit up tight to me even when there was lots of room on a ride or at a restaurant, leaning on me in lines, putting his head on my shoulder on in my lap when we rested and when we waited for the parade, and dispensing liberal hugs throughout the day. Not that there was anything wrong with any of this, was just out of character from what I experience with him back home in the states.
As we headed back to the hotel, observers would likely have thought that we were the same age as we skipped, jumped on each other’s backs, sang and recalled the day as only a couple of eleven year olds might. I felt like a kid again and really enjoyed spending it with Donny.
“Want to grab dinner now, or wait for your brother,” I asked Donny. “We can’t wait for Mark, they won’t be back until tomorrow” said Donny matter-of-factly. My face dropped, “what do you mean,” I asked loudly and, perhaps, a little too abruptly. Donny, a little worried by my response replied, “Mark said they were going to spend the night at a hotel in Paris. I guess they want to talk out of their dicks.” Donny said attempting to be funny and break the sudden lull in the mood. I felt the anger drain from my body as I burst out laughing at his joke. I was laughing so much; I was actually crying which caused Donny to start to laugh uncontrollably.
I was not upset that the guys wanted to stay overnight; it was just that they were not honest. I guess that they assumed I would have said no to stay with Donny, but I wouldn’t have. They just needed to be straight with me. “Who needs them anyway, you are much more fun to hang out with than all of them combined.” I said. I wanted Donny to know that I did not feel stuck with him. The last thing this kid needed was another adult making him feel like he was a nuisance rather than the very awesome little dude he was. Donny grabbed me in a big hug, squeezed me tightly, and said, “You are the best Walt.”
As we stood there recovering from Donny’s unexpected joke and Donny’s hug, a haughty looking women and her prissy looking son walked by and snarled, “have some respect you American fools, this is France!” This comment caused us to pause for about 5 seconds as we both looked at each other and bust into fits of laughter once again. Through the laughter, I said “let’s go to the room and order room service, we can make Mark pay for it.”
As we approached the elevator, we realized that we were about to ride with Miss Haughty and her son. As the doors closed, in my worst possible French accent, I started talking to Donny “Ah qui, mon ami, shall we order some authentic French food like French fries and hot chiens.” Donny, immediately getting the joke rattled off about two paragraphs of real French dialogue that had Miss Haughty’s eyes widening and her son giggling. I have no idea what he said except the last two words he said to me “a vous.” To which I, shrugged and replied “Qui.” This caused the lady to shriek and her son to burst into laughter. As we reached their floor and the doors opened, the mother grabbed her son and pushed him out of the door, harrumphed to both of us and strode away as we heard the boy’s laughter trailing off as the door closed.
“What on earth did you say and where did you learn to speak French like that?” I enquired. I will tell you what I said later. I learned French from having a bunch of French nannies. I grew up learning the language so I could talk to them. “Wow,” I said, “that was incredible. You are one amazing little kid.” “Walt, we are going to have a lot of fun,” Donny said as our elevator doors opened to our floor.
I had no way to reach Mark and the other guys as this was before everyone had a cell phone so I was basically on Donny watch until they decided to come back. I was very ok with this, but really wanted to know the exact plans so Donny and I could plan our time as well.
As we walked down the hall to our room, Donny asked, “Can we go to the pool Walt?” “Sure, I would love a dip before dinner. Let’s go change into our suits and head back down” “Cool!”, replied Donny. Another hug as I opened the door to the room. Donny started to strip as he ran through the room and was totally naked before I had even taken my shoes off. “In a hurry there champ?” I joked, as I saw his white bum streak past me on the way to the bathroom “Got to pee!” moments later I heard the sound of cascading urine as it hit the bowl below. “Do you have your trunks with you?” I called. “Nope. I am going to skinny dip,” he giggled as he walked out of the little room showing his naked body without a hint of modesty. “I don’t think the little girls are ready for that. Let’s find you a suit.” “Aww, ok. If I have to.” He giggled.
He found his suit, struggled to get it on his body, as it was last year’s model and too tight for a growing young body. That, and a knot that he could not undo, made it a bit of a dance, but success was his! For my turn, I took my suit, headed in the bathroom, and changed. Donny banged on the door, “Hurry, have you seem the slides in the pictures of the pool? It looks SOOO much fun and I need to get there NOWWWWWW.” Donny moaned at the door. “Give me a second; I am just changing into my suit.” Go and put a shirt and shoes on to go downstairs.” I called out. “Why did you go in there to change? We have changed in front of each other when we have gone to the pool with Mark back home.” He asked. “I am just a little shy Donny. I will be done in a second.” Fact is I am not shy, I just felt weird being naked by myself with a kid. Donny was right, we have changed together several times when Mark and I took him to the family swim at the University pool during the winter and we had even sat nude in the sauna, but on those occasions, we were with his brother and lots of others guys at the same time. This just seemed awkward.
Seconds later, I emerged and Donny was at the door ready to go. We headed out and down to the hotel pool. All I can say is wow! I know the outdoor pools at the USA resorts are cool, but this one was inside and looked like a kid’s paradise. Donny grabbed my hand and we headed straight for the water. We went on every slide several times and played for almost two hours non-stop. Donny wanted to go down the slides in my lap and when he did, he leaned back into me, seemed to cuddle in, took my arms, and wrapped them around his body. He seemed to enjoy the innocent body-to-body contact then suddenly, whoosh we were plummeting into the pool in fits of laughter.
I told Donny I was going to sit out for a few minutes, went and got a couple of sodas and sat by the pool and watched Donny play and splash around. I found myself absent-mindedly looking over his body, noted that he was good-looking kid that will grow into a handsome young man like his brother Mark. Let me describe our friend for you. Donny stood about 4 ½ feet and I would guess weighed 80ish pounds. He had the same blonde hair and blue eyes that both his brother and I have, but his hair was blonde and not the sandy-brown blonde most boys develop by his age. His body looked lean but he was not skinny. He was nicely proportioned and looked very cute. Hold on… I just thought to myself he looked cute. That is weird, I have never taken notice of a boy before, and now I am staring at my charge and rating his cuteness? Perhaps I need a girlfriend again or I need to find Lea and Manon again.
He seemed to have a tan, I assume from recent spring break travel to Costa Rica his family went on. It was clearly showing from the stark white of his hidden skin now exposed a bit at front and back. This was on clear display where his bathing suit should have covered if it was the right size for his body as it was riding low showing the v of pelvis on his front and a bit of bum crack in the back. I noted we should get him a new suit at the hotel store before we come back. Come on Walt, I thought to myself. Why are you still starting at this kid and making mental notes about his pelvis and bum crack.
“Come back in Walt; let’s go back on the slide again.” Donny yelled from the water. That snapped me back into reality. “Coming,” I responded. We climbed to the top of the dragon slide and Donny jumped into my lap and wiggled him bum in my lap, leaned back into my body and wrapped my arms around his body. “I wish you were my brother Walt,” he said. Just then, I realized I had a problem. My cock was responding to his bum wiggle, his body-to-body contact and then whoosh…. saved by the slide. I lingered in the pool for a bit to will Walt Junior to go back to sleep and then beckoned Donny, “time to go, I am starving!”
Donny followed me out of the water. I was drying myself and Donny just stood there. “Can you dry yourself off?” I asked. “I’m too tired, can you do it?” he requested. “Sure, I guess.” I grabbed two fresh towels and started to dry the wet boy. I started at his head and started to dry his hair and I looked down at his glistening wet body, I started to bone up again. What the hell, I must really need a girlfriend and urgently need to jack off and soon. I sat down to finish the job and to hide my excitement I started to towel him off from head to toe. As I was doing his front, he just looked at me. Said nothing, had no facial expression, just looked into my eyes. I continued to wipe his body avoiding the area of his suit where his boy bits would be housed. I moved down to chest, tummy, and legs. He spread his legs on his own and I dried his inner thighs. I turned him around and started on his back. Rubbing his neck, down his back and over his bum and down his legs. I went back to his butt and rubbed with the towel again until he giggled. “I think my butt is dry now Walt.” He turned around, gave me an odd look and said, let’s go back the room, and eat. I helped him on with his shirt and we were off.
As we entered, the room Donny again just started to strip in place. He peeled off his shirt and shoes and struggled with his suit. He picked at the knot but could not get it loose and, as a result the suit would not come off of his wet body. “Walt, can you help with my bathing suit, I can’t get if off.” He walked to where I was sitting, now dressed in PJ pants and a t-shirt. The front of his bathing suit was already pretty low, already and I tried to pull it down, but it would just not get over his bubble bum, the knot had to be loosened.
I poked my finger under his waistband to pull the knot out to work on it. The suit was so low, that my finger touched the top of his penis at its base. I lingered for a second and then withdrew. “Sorry about that buddy”, I said realizing I had invaded his most private area. He just responded with a smile.
Working on the knot, I noticed his small penis was starting to poke up a little tent in his tight shorts. I said nothing and just kept at my task using the back of a pin I got in the park to try to loosen the knot. Finally, the first sign of movement and the rest of the strings came free. Donny cheered and pulled off his suit right in front of me. He leaned over, hugged me, and then gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I looked and saw that while his penis was bigger than being flaccid, it was not totally erect like it was in a few moments ago in his suit.
He made a beeline to the bathroom for a shower while I started to figure out the room service order. I called out to Donny, “Hey Donny, what do you want to eat, I am ordering room service now.” “Whaaaaat,” replied Donny. I got closer to the door to make sure Donny was able to hear, “I am ordering room service what do you want?” “Whaaaaaat? I can’t hear you.” There is no way he did not hear me, the water was running, but my yell could have waken the dead. Once again, come on Donny, I need to eat…. What do you want… how about pizza?” Again, “Whaaaat? I can’t hear you.” A couple seconds went by and he called out, just come in you can talk to me in here.”
Here is where I was not reading the signs. In retrospect, it was obvious he wanted me to come into the bathroom while he showered to show off. Innocently, I turned the handle, opened the door, and saw Donny moving around in the shower behind fogged up glass. I called out again, “Hey bud, I want to order room service but I need to know what you want. They basically have everything.” Donny opened the shower stall door and was stark naked and dripping wet, he was pulling on his scrotum, which made his erection bounce up and down. He gave me a mischievous smile and said, “Can I have wieners and beans?”
At the time, I thought he was just trying to be silly and get a laugh. So I laughed and said, “That is hilarious but, how about a Quesada and fries.” He slammed the shower door and yelled “Fine!” I put the order in and started flipping channels on the tv trying to find something in English other than the Resort TV loop, which I have seen a couple dozen times now. Finally, I settled in on a rerun of the Brady Bunch, in French. Growing up, I have seen all of the episodes in reruns a couple thousand times, so even in French I knew exactly what was going on. It was the one where Bobby and Cindy were invited to skinny dip at the neighbours’ pool. Alice, suspecting something was up, opened Bobby’s robe, saw he was naked, and told them to go back to his room to put a bathing suit on. What was weird about that scene, now that I am an adult, is that before they could leave, Alice decided to look under Cindy’s robe too. “Oh Alice, who knew you were a pedophile.”
Suddenly, I heard the water shut off and a few seconds later out bounds Donny and a massive plume of stream. “Donny is hungry. Donny needs to eat now. Feeeed me. Feeeed Donny” he sang as he danced around the room in a massive fluffy white bathrobe that was wide open with his wiener and beans on clear display. “They said an hour, twenty minutes ago. You should go get some jammies on and watch The Brady Bunch with me while we wait.” He wrinkled his nose and frowned, I hate that show… it’s all goodie goodie and sooo stupid. Kids aren’t like that and Alice is creepy< I think she is a pedo. Oh yea, I didn’t bring jammies, I sleep in this robe. It’s very cozy,” he said as he lay down on the floor in front of the TV with the back riding up displaying his butt. “Can you at least tie up the robe and stop flapping around your boy bits before the waiter arrives with our food,” I said. “Fine!” he yelled as he pulled the back of the robe down to cover his bottom and hiked himself up to tie up the sash and close the front.
Donny’s mood was changing rapidly; he seemed to be getting more and more frustrated with me. Perhaps it was just hunger or maybe he was tired. I sat down on the floor beside him and asked him to translate the show for me, even though I knew exactly what was going on. His translation was hilarious as he made up the entire dialogue. Some of it was getting a little rude and explicit, but he sensed my unease and switched back to a more PG-13 narration. Almost on cue, the show ended and there was a knock on the door. The waiter called out “service de chamber.” Donny was the first to the door and let the waiter in. They conversed in French for a couple of moments and then handed me the bill for signature. “I need your parent’s signature.” said the waiter. I thought, you to eh? I am 22, this is my room, the credit card on file is mine” I steamed. Oh, pardon me monsieur, please sign for me and I will be on my way.
The waiter remained standing there and seemed to be waiting for something and it suddenly dawned on me he wanted a tip. Donny said, “What is he waiting for” and I said “he is waiting for a tip” and I started to look for a few Franc notes to hand over. Donny announced, I will give him a tip” and then dropped his robe and thrust his pelvis at the poor guy. “I hope the tip of my boner will do!” and then started to laugh as if he had told the funniest joke in the world. The waiter went from smiling and waiting for his Francs to horror as he was now inches away from a naked and aroused little boy. A scary scenario in any country, he rattled off a string of, what I learned later, were rather profane expletives, and bolted through the door slamming it behind him.
I was non-plussed and yelled at Donny, “You just can’t do that! That is perverted, rude and could get us both in a lot of trouble.” Donny, looked like he was on the verge of tears and said, “I was just trying to be funny and get a laugh. I have been to France a couple times with my grandma and most people are naked on beaches all the time, Gram says they are much more relaxed about nudity here so I didn’t think it mattered, I didn’t mean to make you mad… if was only a joke. Please don’t be mad at me.” He ran to me, hugged me tightly, and saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” “Put your robe back on and cover that thing up before you poke somebody’s eye out,” Donny laughed, put his robe back on and we both sat at the little table the waiter set up and had our dinner.
After dinner, I put some Francs on the tray, had Donny write a note of apology, and left it outside the door for the waiter to collect later. The rest of the night went well and Donny and I talked, played cards, and just enjoyed relaxing. His mood had improved and he suggested we order dessert. I ordered two large ice cream Sundaes and a couple of cokes. Thirty minutes late, there was a knock on the door and the familiar call of “service de chamber.” This time I went to the door to see the same waiter, to whom I said “Je suis désolé” as instructed by Donny. The waiter smiled and in perfect English said “Boys will be boys, no harm done… he is a good looking little guy and a nice little cock”, to which it was my turn to be outraged, took the tray and ice cream and closed the door in his face. Through the door, I heard him exclaim in English, “fucking Americans.”
It was almost 11pm and Donny was looking tired as he ate his ice cream. The more tired he got, the sloppier he got to the point where he had covered his face in ice cream and it had drizzled down into his robe. Donny said “I am going to take little nap” and immediately put his head down on the table and fell fast asleep. I tried to wake him up to get him to go to his bed and had no luck. At that point, I realized he was out for the night. I picked him up in my arms and carried him to his bed. As I was walking his robe again opened and he entire front was exposed. I managed a fancy maneuver where I pulled his sheets down with my foot while balancing the sleeping boy in my arms and carefully lowered him to the bed. I noted that the ice cream had indeed drizzled down his robe and all the way down his front and stopped just inches away from his penis. “Donny, can you wake up and clean yourself up before you go to sleep for the night,” I said as I shook him while the robe was splayed open to avoid the chocolate syrup from staining the robe or the sheets. Donny mumbled something unintelligible and then silence again. I shook him again and said, “Donny, you are covered with chocolate sauce, can you please go to the washroom and clean yourself up and have a pee.” His eyes fluttered open, closed again and mumbled, “Don’t have to pee, can you clean up the chocolate”? Then silence.
Ok, here I am 22-year-old guy in a hotel room with a naked and sleeping eleven-year-old boy and now I have no choice but to clean this kid’s face chest, stomach, and pelvis almost to his penis. I have never had to care for anyone other than myself and now I have to look out for a helpless naked sleeping child who seems to lack any modesty at all. What is his brother going to think? I can hear it now “Hey Mark, your buddy Walt and I had a great time, he talked to me in the bathroom while I was in the shower naked, he watched me flash a waiter and then carried me to bed with my robe fully open and then washed my naked sleeping body. It was great, Walt is a sicko pervert. Thanks for leaving me with him.” One more time, “Donny, please wake up … I can’t clean you … it is too personal… you need to clean the chocolate off your body… you are covered and it’s getting worse.” Mumble, mumble…. Please do it for me… too tired…. we are both boys… mumble… please”, then silence.
Giving up I went off to the bathroom to get a facecloth and then came back to the boy. Heart thumping, I started at his face and slowly and carefully wipe away the mess starting from his forehead slowly moving down to his nose and around his mouth and chin. He even had some on his ears and neck, which I carefully wiped to avoid waking him. In addition, before I moved south, I wiped his lips and he seemed to smile slightly. Was he awake? I gently shook him again, “Donny are you awake? Shall I continue or do this or do you want to finish yourself.” Silence and the smile were gone almost as if it may have been an involuntary response to me wiping his lips with the damp cloth.
Back to the bathroom to rinse the cloth and then back to my sleeping charge to continue the de-chocolating. I am calm now, getting over my hang-up of helping this helpless kid and worked on his hands and arms. How on earth was he so covered? Back for a rinse and this time, I brought back an ice bucket with warm water and used it rinse the cloth as I continued washing southbound. Next up his chest, which was the main repository of the goo. As the sticky confection warmed with his body temperature, it has ran across his chest and into his right under arm. I carefully started on his chest and lightly wiped. It made no sense, but his tiny nipples seems to have the largest deposits and I carefully and gently wiped them and noticed that they went from plat brown little dime size markings to pointy little nips, I assumed do to the coldness of the cooling wash cloth. Chest done, time for a rinse.
Suddenly, I was jarred back to reality by the ringing of the phone. I was startled as it rang with a sense of urgency. I answered to hear Mark’s voice on the other end, sounding a under the influence with a background soundtrack of what must have been a rave or, at minimum, a wild party. “Walt, he yelled, I am sorry but none of us are sober enough to drive back tonight. Are you ok to watch Donny overnight and maybe take him back to the park in the morning?” My first instinct was to accuse him of planning this, but it was too hard talking over the noise and it wasn’t such a big deal anyway, so I simply said, “Sure I got you, but you owe me and you are going to have one hell of a room service bill when you get back.” “Thanks, buddy you are the best. Mickey would be proud of you,” Mark said and then he realized what I had said about the room service bill and said, “Wait, what was that about a room….” I cut him off and said “Donny and I have some strippers over and room service is at the door with the caviar and champagne. See you tomorrow. As he continued to try to interject, I simply hung up the phone.
As I got back to Donny, I went back to work at my cleaning job and noticed that the line of syrup that had previously stopped a few inches above his penis now went the length of it and puddled on his scrotum. I was sure that this somehow spread while I was on the phone, but knew that was impossible on the boy while he was lying horizontally on his back fast asleep. Again, not reading signs into anything this evening, I simply assumed that I was mistaken in my tired and previously stressed out state. To be sure, I again tried to wake the sleeping boy who did not make a sound and seemed comatose.
I finished the last bit of his chest and moved to his tummy. The sauce was puddled in his innie belly button, which I scooped out with the washcloth. As I finished cleaning his tummy to his belt line, I went to the bathroom to rinse the cloth and get some more clean water in the ice bucket. I returned to the boy and braced myself for the part I was dreading, his boy bits. This just seemed wrong that somebody other than a parent was cleaning such an intimate portion of his body. I sat there for a few moments, watched him, focused on the rise, fall of his steady breathing, admired his little hairless body, and realized how cute he was. He was, frankly, beautiful from his blonde hair and blue eyes, to his cute, slightly upturned nose, the light smattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks, his tiny mouth and blemish free complexion.
“WHAT THE HELL” I exclaimed loudly, noting that Donny flinched slightly. What was I doing perving over this kid? I am not gay and I am not some pedophile. I like girls A LOT, not little boys. At least not in THAT way. Sure, I like this kid, he is a lot of fun, and I want to spend time with him, but with his clothes on! OK, I have to get this done and get to bed myself. The cleaning job that should have taken 5 minutes is now stretching on to almost 45 minutes. Curiously, he has not moved or rolled over… I wish I could sleep that soundly.
Therefore, with a warm cloth I was moving down. Unfortunately the chocolate had dried and it is taking more work to clean it away, so first I start on the real estate below his belly button to the bottom of the his penis mound. As I work away at the sticky goo, his little penis is flopping back and forth obscenely as I rub the skin above which is causing it to harden slowly until it expands to it four inch length.
As I look at his tummy, I notice that his breathing is getting faster and his penis is bobbing with his heartbeat at quick pace. Something was happening to me too. I just could not shake the feeling that was coming over me; I was getting hot for this little boy. I had noticed it before and shook it off, but now sexual desire was starting to direct my actions and my rapidly inflating dick was taking control. Sure, like almost every other kid, I played naked games when I was growing up, but these were innocent kids fun as we explored our bodies and became awakened to the good feelings that could be had by sharing a young penis with a friend. Nevertheless, what I was feeling now was overwhelming and inexplicable desire to have this boy. To do things to and with him that were, at best, societally unacceptable and, at worse, a ticket to hard time and a ruined life being branded as a pedophile.
“I don’t understand,” I mumbled to myself as I watched Donny’s circumcised little penis twitch with the beat of his heart. Hairless and pink with a liberal coating of Ghirardelli’s chocolate sauce for good measure. I went back to my task of cleaning up this little guy all naked and helpless before me. My cleaning chore took on a more sensual feel as I continued to wipe his pelvis long after the mess was gone, just so I could keep him hard and make his little dick and balls dance for me. All that remained was to clean up his penis and scrotum, which lay in front of me like the apple in the Biblical story of Adam and Eve. That little spike of flesh and blood was beckoning me to a place I was afraid I could not return from. It was like in the cartoons where Bugs Bunny had a devil on one shoulder and angel on the other. My devil was saying, “touch it, rub it, suck it,” while my angel was saying, “you have cleaned enough, close his robe, tuck him in, and go to bed.”
“You fucking pervert, why are you still thinking about this,” I whispered to myself as I now realized I was talking to myself as well. This beautiful, sexy little kid was not only making me horny beyond anything, I have ever experienced, but also now, I am losing my sanity and carrying on conversations with myself, like the crazy homeless person that endlessly mutters to herself while she pushes a shopping cart of dolls up and down Main Street back home. Angel Walt says in a whisper “you are not gay, you aren’t into dudes, what is going on!” and Angel Walt speaks into my consciousness, saying, “You would betray his trust, he is sleeping, peaceful and just a little boy. You are staring at him like piece of meat. Cover him up, shut off his light, go to bed and jack yourself off and relieve the pressure.” I am really starting to hate angel Walt but he is right. To avoid making a mess with his chocolate wiener and beans, I draped a towel around his hips to cover his bits; I closed his robe, pulled up his blanket, whispered good night, and gave him a little kiss on the forehead like my dad did when I was a kid.
Walt Junior was hard as a rock and pointing the way to my bed and sweet release. I followed his lead and stripped, hoped in bed and started to enjoy sex for one. Earlier in the story, I described myself as a 46 year old that looked much younger, well as a 22 year old I look like a little kid myself. I am short, skinny with small smattering of hair above my genitals and a small amount under my arms, other than that and what is on my head I am as hairless as a naked mole rat. It has been years that I have seen a young boy naked, not since my last pre-teen dick measurement session with a couple of my pals when I was 14, and as I looked down at myself, I realized that I don’t look much different than him. The biggest differences were my, somewhat, larger penis that was now standing at attention at 5.5” and my balls that looked like melons compared to his grape sized fellows. I settled into my bed and shut off the light.
As I stroked my cock, I was conjuring a fantasy in my mind that involved cheerleaders. Those short little skirts, jumping around showing off their white panties underneath. That’s it; I am really working up a head of steam now. Pound, pound, pound…. “Oooo baby, take off those panties for me and me an “F.” In my mind, my sweet little cheerleader yelled “F” while her panties magically disappeared. That voice, oh my god… its Donny. Donny has replaced my cheerleader with the same tiny skirt and no underwear jumping around flopping his dick and continuing his cheer. I stopped just as I was about to squirt and jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to splash water on my face and Walt Junior, who I was done with for the night as I did not want to cum to the mental image of Donny in a cheerleader’s outfit.
Wiping off the copious amount of pre-cum off my dick, I throw on a pair of clean boxers and a t-shirt and go back to bed to sleep. No sooner does my head hit my pillow do I hear Donny shuffling towards my bed. He is now naked with a towel in his hand a trail of toilet paper stuck to his penis. “Walt…” he says softly as he pokes me in the face with a finger. I am trying to ignore him by pretending I am sleeping. “Walt, I know you are not sleeping as I just heard you in the bathroom.” Relenting, I respond, “What’s happening buddy? “ I had to pee and went the bathroom and my wiener; it’s covered in chocolate from the sundae. I tried to wipe it off, but the tissue is all stuck, see…” Donny said, punctuating the comment with a thrust of his pelvis, with its chocolate covered, fully hard, dick, only inches from my face. “Can you help clean it for me?”
That was the moment that devil Walt won. Wordlessly I removed the tissue stuck to his disk, reached behind the boy and pulled him by his bum as I lined up my head as I guided his sweet boyhood into my mouth. I took a bite of the forbidden fruit and crossed into uncharted territory as I sucked that little boys cock as if it was the most natural thing to do. I looked up at him, he had his eyes closed and was smiling as wide as I have ever seen a person smile. Standing beside my bed, he was softly mewing like a kitten while I bobbed back and forth on his little penis.
I released his dick from my mouth and gently pushed him back from the bed enough so I could sit up and then stand up. He looked disappointed and, thinking I was mad, started to tear up and to apologize to me, “I am so sorry Walt; I thought you wanted to suck my wiener. I didn’t mean to put it in your mouth, I hope you aren’t mad.” I simply ignored him, smiled warmly at him and tenderly picked him up and placed him in my bed. Crawling down between his legs, I spread them wider, scooted up to his crotch, looked up at him, and simply asked, “Is this ok with you.” He smiled that beautiful smile again and nodded his head – yes, oh my God yes! I lowered my head and proceeded to give his hairless penis and scrotum a tongue bath to clean up all of the chocolate. I licked every square inch of that beautiful package as Donny cooed, moaned and bucked his dick up into my face like he wanted, no needed, to be cleaned much deeper.
Donny whispered, “can you lick right here”, pointing at his frenulum. I took his lead, licked from the underside of the base of his shaft, stopped at the v of the frenulum a few times, remained there for a few extra moments, and even gave it a little extra suck of that super sensitive spot to add to his pleasure. He moaned his approval. It was both delicious and as sexy as fuck. I lifted his scrotum to give his taint some attention and noticed it too was smeared with chocolate. It hit me now; he put it there on purpose! There is no way it dripped down there from eating his sundae. When I went to answer the phone earlier, he must have been awake and intentionally smeared chocolate from its natural landing spot above his penis to move it down to cover his dick, scrotum and between his legs on his taint. What a sneaky little guy. Had he planned this out? Was he scheming to get me to do exactly what I am doing? I dismissed this as he was an 11 year old little boy for Pete’s sake, little kids don’t try and seduce adults… even ones that look like kids themselves. I filed this away and continued to allow Walt Junior to control the situation.
I was enjoying this incredibly erotic situation and was getting hornier by the moment, but my hands were too busy to attend to my own needs. Besides, I had no idea how Donny would react to my pleasuring myself openly or if he would want to help. He certainly had made no suggestions to this effect, so I kept up cleaning my little friend with my tongue until the last evidence of the chocolate invasion was vanquished.
As I came up for air, Donny looked down and me and said, “Oh my god, don’t stop… this is incredible. Can you please suck it some more now… like you did before … it feels so good. “Sure buddy”, but before I went back to his throbbing boyhood I caressed his chest, paying particular attention to his tiny nipples, moved down to his cute tummy which I planted butterfly kisses and licked his cute little innie belly button, again tasting the chocolate sauce that had pooled there earlier. He started to stab the air with pelvic thrusts and instead of giving him what he so badly wanted. I turned him to turn to lie face down so I could check out his back and bum. The site of his perfect bubble butt astounded me. I love bottoms, it is my favorite body part on a girl, but I never thought I would be in such awe over a boy’s ass, but this one was perfection. Like the rest of his body, it was hairless without a blemish, bump, or imperfection.
I moved to caress his back using the tips of my fingers, running is zigzag lines from neck to just below his bum where it meets his legs. He cooed and got goose bumps as I did this clearly enjoying the sensations. I love the feel of his young, warm, flawless skin umber my fingers. After a few minutes of this, he again started to whisper in a cute whiney way, “suck my penis… please suck it… I need it now …. plllleeeeease.” “Almost there my cute little boy, I just need to spend some time on this bum of yours,” I said. “OK Walt, but please hurry.” “What is the rush, just relax, and enjoy,” I suggested.
Massaging his beautiful bubble bum was the highlight of my evening. He was enjoying it too as I kneaded his boy globes, he was gently grinding his penis into the mattress below. Up to now, his hands were at his sides and now one was snaking under his body to his penis. Once in place, he was working his body to jack off into his stationary hand while I continued to molest this glorious bum. I leaned over, planted little kisses all over the skin of his bottom, and turn my cheek to feel the softness of that skin on my face. Words fail me as I try to recount the experience and, as much as I love the bums of my girlfriends past, they all pale in comparison to this glorious boy posterior.
I could feel my heart racing a mile a minute and my own dick so hard and hot, I wanted to allow it to come out to play too but my hands were just too busy on this epic bum rub. Donny was humping his hand faster, moaning and really getting worked up which was making me even more worked up. I decided to do a deeper dive and check out more of his bottom, I gently took a cheek in each hand and spread them to reveal a clean and cute little winking eye … all shriveled and pink. Thank goodness, Donny cleaned his crack so well when he showered earlier, I leaned in and took a big sniff, and just as I expected, I all can smell was the heavenly aroma of the Disney Resorts H20 body wash product.
Donny had stopped moving, focusing on this new experience. Keeping his cheeks spread, I lightly ran my index finger lightly back and forth through the crack and dwelled for a second or two at his boy hole on each pass. “Holy fuck!” exclaimed Donny. “Language! I said. “Why are you using such bad words to describe such beautiful feelings? I said. “Sorry, but what you are doing is super amazing. It feels so good. I was just surprised. Keep doing that please,” Donny pleaded.
I leaned in and this time, ran my tongue through the crack and tickled his pucker with its tip. He was like a bucking bronco, thrashing about as he processed another set of new sensations. “Oh my God that is so gross, but I love it! Keep licking my bum hole,” moaned Donny, clearly a boy who knows what he likes! I spread his legs wide and started a new run with my tongue starting at his little scrotum that was poking out between his legs, ran it over his taint and through his cracks stopping on his anus, flicking my tongue a few time and then pushed it in a couple millimeters. Donny yelped in surprise and I exploded in my underwear from the excitement. I moaned rather deeply and Donny asked if I was ok. I could only grunt. “Did you get your tickles,” asked Donny. “My what,” I asked. “Your tickles, when you get all tickly and you feel real good from your head to toe and your penis jumps around.” I realized he meant a dry orgasm, and I just said yeah, feeling too blissful to explain more.
As I was coming down from my hands-free cum, I started to feel deep remorse for molesting this little boy. What was I doing? How did this happen? I have never had a gay thought in my life and never once saw a boy as a sexual being. Kids are not supposed to do this stuff and especially not with adults… even ones than look like kids themselves. It was wrong, illegal, and disgusting. Oh my God, I licked his ass and put my tongue in his hole. I have never even done that with a girl! I am a sick and twisted pervert and I am going to jail and then to hell. I sank into an instant state of depression and started to cry.
Donny was still face down and humping his hand and was oblivious to my state until he heard me sob. When he did, he stopped his self-ministrations and turned to me. “What’s wrong Walt?” Are you hurt? He looked down and my boxers and saw the wetness from the semen and said, “its ok, sometimes I pee myself by accident too. Don’t cry.” I looked at him for a moment, stopped the waterworks as I processed what he said and I started to laugh a little, but was still miserable. I could not look at Donny; I didn’t know what to do. I was like a deer in the headlights. Donny rolled over, reached to me and hugged me saying, “You are scaring me, what wrong.”
I knew at that moment I had to recover my emotions and deal with Donny. He must be scared and disgusted with what I made him do. “Donny, I am sorry. I did not mean to scare you and I did not mean to do those things to you. I am so sorry, I don’t know why I did that, and I promise I will never touch you like that again. I hope you can forgive me and keep it between us because it is illegal for a 22 year old to have sex with a little boy. I could go to jail for a very long time, I would never be allowed to practice law and lose all my friends and my family may even disown me. Can I count on you to keep my secret? I will do anything you want… I will take you to Disney World, buy you a Walkman… anything,” I pleaded.
It was now time for Donny to burst into tears. Through tears and sobs, “Walt, it’s not your fault. It was all me. I was trying to get you to do this all day. All the hugs, when I sat in your lap when we watched the Rock Show. When I asked for your help to undo the string on my bathing suit after the pool, pretending not to hear you in the shower, flashing the waiter, running around with my robe open and pouring ice cream and chocolate sauce down my body. When you left to take the phone call from Mark, I spread my chocolate sauce on my dick, balls and between my legs. I am gay and I have a huge crush on you. I wanted to do sexy stuff with you and I knew you didn’t so I kept temping you when you wouldn’t get the hint. I even stuck my penis in your mouth when nothing else worked.”
I was speechless. Stunned. How does an eleven-year-old do all of this. He has not even hit puberty yet, doesn’t even have a hair on his dick, yet is coming out as gay and took all of these steps to entrap me by making me horny. This was taking time to process as I sat there just staring at this, still naked little boy as I reviewed the entire trip and eventually came to the realization that I was blind, stupid or both. “But I am not gay,” I said to him. “I am so confused at how this happened as I have never, ever, through about boys or men in this way. “ Mark told me that all men like little boys; it was just something that most of them will ever admit. He said if I could get you excited, that would make you want to play with me.” And it work….kind of…” he trailed off.
“Hold on there Donny, Mark said WHAT?” I yelled. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that, but you were so sad I didn’t want you to feel you did something wrong”, he said. “MARK… SET … THIS … UP! Big joke, he just didn’t want to go to Paris with a man that looked like a little boy so he concocted the story about needing me to watch you… how we would have fun at the park… What a fucking scum…” I ranted. “No, it was all my idea. Mark knows how I feel about you, he knows I am gay and he said you guys used to do stuff together, he knows we are pals and that you like kids, so he thought that you might be willing to … um play.
I wanted him to help me learn about sex, but he said it was wrong between family … he called it insect”, he said. “It’s in-cest, not insect and I am just a mess right now. I don’t know what to do, whom to believe or who I am right now. I need a walk, can I leave you here for a few minutes and trust you not to seduce any hotel staff,” I said to the quietly sobbing Donny. “Sure… I will be fine,” he said as he laid down on the bed, turned away from me, and pulled the covers up to him mouth as he quietly sobbed.
Nothing calms me down more than a stroll through a Disney park. I don’t even need to go on a ride; just to walk around and be in that environment was enough to make me happy. As I left the front door of the hotel, which leads out into the park, I saw a police officer chatting with a cast member and my blood ran cold, did the waiter call to report the flashing incident or did Donny make a call as soon as I left the room. Just as I was imagining myself in shackles being perp walked to jail, the officer looked at me and called to me “Excusez-moi, jeune homme” and I froze. I said “Désolé je ne parle pas français,” he chuckled and said “that sound like français to me, but I wanted to ask to see if you were with your parents so late at night.” I looked at his uniform and suddenly realized he was not a cop, but a Disney Security officer. I was now getting used to these stupid comments on this trip due to my lack of physical development, and replied that I was actually 22. The officer gave me a surprised look and looked at my passport that I had already held up for inspection. Oh, monsieur, I am so sorry. You look so young! Perhaps you should join our cast and be our Peter Pan here at Euro Disney; you look like you have decided to never grow up.” I gave a nervous chuckle to his belly laugh. He apologized, handed me some coupons and a Mickey Mouse sticker and said, have a magical evening Peter!
OK, so far so good, I am not going to jail yet and I strode out into the park. Technically the park was already closed, but they do not actually close the gates and kick people out right away. People meander, shop and finish meals as the rides and attractions close. I just needed a walk and found myself absently minded walking through adventure land. The noise in my head started to subside as I wandered and tried to make sense of the situation. Donny has always been like my little brother. I have been around him his whole life. I loved the kid and enjoyed being with him. We did many things together and with Mark. Looking back on it, he has always been affectionate with me. Sitting beside me whenever I was with him, hugs at the beginning and end of every visit. Requests for stories and tucking in when I was at his house in the evening. I always felt so sorry for him, essentially being raised by nannies with the worlds most distant and busy parents and a brother who, while he tries his best, has early markers for the same workaholic, emotionless adulthood.
Did my attention and affection for the boy lead to this? Was I sending the wrong message to him? Having thought that, I cannot deny that I was sucked in by his plan. Nobody forced me to suck on his cute little penis, something just turned on my sex drive, and now I am screwed. Hold on, am I screwed? Donny wanted this; he is most certainly going to keep it a secret. Perhaps I could even convince him to not tell Mark, so I would only have the one victim/witness. This way, I can also avoid the inevitable confrontation with Mark, as he will only know that Donny’s plan failed. Better to “discuss” it when we are back home rather than at Euro Disney, on the other side of the planet.
I was back at the central hub in front of the castle. My mid drifted to a less frightening topic for a moment. I thought how weird it was that here is a phony castle in the land of real castles. Having only been open a couple months now, I wondered how the French would accept this American version of a French castle, or the rest of this park for that matter, into their culture. I made a mental note to have this discussion with my fellow Disney nerds when I was back stateside. I lined up at The Gibson Girl Ice Cream Parlor on Main Street, everything was better for me with ice cream. As it was my turn, I placed my order and watched the young woman drizzle chocolate sauce on my waffle cone. My dick went rock hard … and Donny’s naked body and hard penis drifted back into my consciousness. Yes, I am screwed… but for now, I have ice cream!
As I walked down Main Street after finishing my ice cream and willing my dick to go to sleep, I was one of only a hand full of guests slowly shuffling towards the main gates. Walking by a row of friendly, smiling, cast members waving and saying “bonsoir” and “good night” made me smile. It reminded me how much I love this place and how comforting it is even after I molested an eleven year-old gay nymphomaniac only a couple hundred feet away in the Disneyland Hotel. I truly had a magical day.
I hung around the lobby of the hotel and took advantage of the quiet to have a good look at the theming of the lobby. It was another beautiful Disney resort hotel. I sat on one of the super comfortable high back chairs and just basked in the atmosphere. The friendly security guard strolled by, smiled, and said, “Can I be of assistance to Mr. Pan this evening.” The joke was getting old, but I did ask f there was a place in the hotel where I could buy a plush Mickey, he said the gift store just closed but he could get it opened for a Disney Celebrity like me and said, “follow me, we can fly over now. The cast member is still there cleaning up.” My new friend opened the door with his key and the cast member in the store was startled, “pardon Madam Charlevoix, Mr. Peter Pan needs to make an emergency purchase. Make sure he gets the Disney Character discount. Good night Monsieur Pan and he was gone. I picked two identical medium size Mickey Mouse plush toys… French Mickey with a goofy mustache and a beret, I paid the cast member … and there apparently really was a substantial “character” discount! I took my purchases upstairs to my room, quietly crept in to see Donny still in the same place I left him.
I took a couple of moments to tidy up, shut off all the lights except the one beside my king sized bed that Donny was currently occupying. I did not want to get in another bed in case my debauched friends return as I have no interest in cozying up with one of them and Donny’s bed was a portable cot, excessively small and uncomfortable even to a body of my stature. Notwithstanding the events of the evening, I still felt safe joining Donny in the massive bed as we are both small in a massive sea of bed and comfyness. I put one of the plush Mickey’s with my luggage to go home to join the collection, and put the other one beside Donny. I gently lifted his hand and put it on the stuffed toy and he reacted by instinctively pulling Mickey tight to his body without waking. Total cuteness overload.
Now, 12:30 AM and I was finally ready for sleep. I went into the washroom to take care of the evening routine, pee, brush my teeth but I was too tied for a shower, but wanted to clean up the residue from the hands free orgasm I had earlier. Grabbing a facecloth, I dampened it under warm water and started to wipe my man bits. This brought back the memory of doing the same to Donny earlier and I got a raging hard-on. I wasn’t sure whether Walt Junior was standing at attention in honor of the boy washing memory or the warm cloth wiping him down. Either way, he was up and wanting to play even after the indictable offense I committed on Master Donny. I grabbed a new pair of red Mickey Mouse boxers, forced in Walt Junior and his friends, and headed to bed. As I approached the bed, I could see Donny had turned over on his side and was now facing me with his Mickey clutched tightly to his chest.
Pulling down the sheet I was reminded that Donny was naked under the cover. To avoid any accidental contact in the night, I put a pillow between us. I slipped in, turned out the lights, and slipped into unconsciousness.
Suddenly, I found myself awake feeling disoriented and trying to figure out why the bed was shaking. I turned on the light and turned over to see Donny, still fully naked and now uncovered; furiously humping the Mickey plush that I bought him a few hours ago. His little bum was going up and down at alarming rate as he kept plunging his solid penis into Mickey repeatedly. From my side angle, his boyhood looked about has hard as penis can get and his down stroke of his tummy and pelvis had him thrusting his erection up along the mouse’s fur starting where his mousy genitals would have been to his face. His eyes were closed tight so don’t think he knew I was awake with the lights on yet and kept at his task lightly grunting and working up a little sweat on his brow. Frankly, I was a little offended that he was violating poor Mickey Mouse. If he had been humping a pillow or anything else, I still think I would have been shocked but not as pissed off as I was at that moment. You see, not only was this iconic character that I loved, but I had just bought it for him to be a nice toy, a souvenir of our trip and not some sex toy. “Hey! What are you doing to Mickey Mouse?” I suddenly blurt out. Donny was so shocked, his eyes widened like saucers and he fell over the side of the bed leaving Mickey to have a chance to escape his rapist.
I heard nothing from Donny as he remained on the floor. As I looked over, I see him furiously masturbating his dick with a determination of an athlete trying to score a game point and I rolled back to my side of the bed. Dreading even dealing with this, I was torn as to whether I should just shut out the lights and ignore him or see why he felt he need to be up at 3:30 AM jacking off and waking me up. I really wanted nothing more to do with naked Donny, any more of his precocious sex drive or his rape of my cartoon hero. Before I could act, he called out to me,
“Walt…”
“Yes Donny.”
“Can you help me?”
“Can I help you with what Donny?”
“ Can you help me get my tickles? I can’t sleep. My wiener is so hard and it will not go down and my nuts are hurting bad. I think if I get my tickles, my wiener will go back to normal and I can get to sleep.”
“ No, you will have to manage that yourself. I am already furious that I allowed myself to suck and lick your little penis already. Once could be a mistake, twice is intentional and I just can’t. I am not gay and I am not a pedophile.”
“ Pretty please Walt. I would never tell anyone, even Mark. It can be our secret for life. I know you liked what we did and I need is to get my tickles. I won’t ask ever again.”
“ NO! I am going back to bed now, please keep it down, and don’t rock the bed.”
I turned the light off and tried to focus on sleep, but now my dick is hard and I want release. Fighting that, I start to do a mind tour of Euro Disney and take stock of what I need to see in the morning. I can still hear the obvious sounds of Donny abusing himself on the floor beside the bed. Five minutes… Ten minutes… “Are you done yet, I call out. “Not yet… close” replied Donny. 15 minutes, 20 minutes. Come on Donny, I need to sleep and so do you…” I said. “Any time now Walt,” said Donny. I turn over to see Mickey looking at me. I pushed him off the bed towards the jack off kid to which Donny says “Yea Mickey.” I can hear shuffling and Donny’s head pop up in the darkness as he was flipping over to, I presume, attempt the sodomization of America’s favorite cartoon hero. Out of the darkness, Donny starting singing “Who’s the leader of the club who’s made for you and me”, sung is such a way that he seem to grunt with every beat as if plunging into the mouse with his dick on each letter.
“ M – I –C; cock tickles real soon…
K-E-Y; why, because I’m a horn dog.
M – O – U – S – E.”
“That was cute. Done yet?” I said, stifling a chuckle
“No”
“Is Mickey OK”
“Yea”
“Walt … please”
“No… goodnight”
Donny let out a deep sigh of disappointment, the noises stopped, and he went still. After about five minutes, I felt the bed jiggle as Donny got back in. He pulled up the covers to his chin, still naked, but he seemed to have given up attacking his dick and poor cousin Mickey. I was lying on my side facing him. He was at the far side of the bed. I watched him through barely open eyelids while trying to not let him know I was awake. His eyes were wide-open, he looked wide-awake, and he was staring straight at me. He flipped over, sighed. Turned to lie on his back and loudly sighed again. Over the next, what seems like hours, he thrashed around under the covers – flip, sigh, sigh, flip, sigh flip, sigh flip. He was making me crazy; I just wanted to sleep. I opened one eye again to see what he was up to and I almost jumped… Mickey was a couple inches from my nose and Donny was right behind. He had managed to flip and trash around and move from one side of the massive king sized bed to land inches away from me. A few moments later and feeling a little claustrophobic, I turn on my back while trying to make it seem I was just doing so in my sleep.
He was way too close, crowding me against the edge of the bed with Mickey between us. I did not want to let him know that I was awake so I just decided to live with it because he was finally still and silent. Actually, I was getting used to his closeness, ready to finally get back to sleep again.
While finally drifting off to sleep, I felt movement again and this time his hand touched my stomach and then retracted. I stayed still and said nothing. Again, his land touched my stomach and retracted, again with no response from me. Finally, it came back and remained. A minute or two passed and he got bolder; as I feigned sleep, he started lightly rubbing above then below my navel. He was being very gentle, just lightly touching, and rubbing in circles, reminding me of when I was his age when my mom would do that when I had a tummy ache. It was the same soft touch I used when I was rubbing his back and bum earlier. Oh my God, his bum! The image of his cute little butt was now flashing in my brain and I started to chub up. Dear god, make this child sleep and keep me strong… I just want to sleep and hit the park in a few hours. The rubbing continued and felt nice, but I was worried where this was going.
He moved over toward me as far as he could until he was right up against me. He was on his side and he cuddled right up to my while I remained on my back and he continued to rub my stomach. The entire front side of his body was now in contact with the side of mine. I was wearing boxers but my torso and legs were bare feeling his heat that he radiated from our skin-to-skin contact. His head was resting on my shoulder inches from my nose, so close I could smell the resort shampoo from his hair and the slight smell of perspiration from his Disney themed penis exercises with Mickey earlier. I was actually really enjoying the close contact and was starting to relax suppressing an urge to turn to put my arms around him and snuggle with him still trying to appear to be sleeping.
This went on for about 10 minutes or so until I felt his rubbing hand dip lower and lower as he continued to lightly rub my stomach. I started to feel my heart beat faster and my breathing involuntarily quickened. I was now starting to panic a bit, as I was certain that this little schemer was going to end up rubbing my cock. While Walt Junior wanted that desperately, my big boy brain knew that I just could not back slide and end up having sex with this little boy again. Lower and lower until I felt his hand dip under the waistband of my boxers and just graze the base of my penis. Suddenly his hand stopped resting on my sparse pubes at the base of my penis. “Walt… are you awake,” he whispered. I did not make a sound. “Walt,” he whispered again and again, I stayed silent.
His hand moved over my body to the opposite side and went under my back for support as he swung his leg right leg over mine and seemed to be pulling himself up to lie on top of me. He got half way and stopped as if he was trying to see if I had awoken with the movement, I remained silent and we remained like this for a minute or two as my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Suddenly, I became very conscious of his hard penis poking into the side of my stomach and his head was half way on my chest. I needed to end this now and move to another bed… but I just couldn’t. The warmth of his body, the pleasure of the skin-to-skin contact with another person was all at once comfortable and erotic. Humans crave human closeness and contact and this little boy, growing up in a cold and detached home, seemed to crave attention from me, it seemed that being sexual was his way of achieving it. Is this a learned behavior or just nature? Has he done this with others or was this his first attempt to reach out. My head and heart were overflowing with emotions and, damn it all to hell, desire.
“Walt… I know you are awake; can you please just hug me? Sorry I kept bugging you about helping me get my tickles. You are the only person who is ever nice to me and who cares about me. I only wanted to come to Euro Disney because you were going; you are my best friend. I know I have been mean to you today making you do stuff you didn’t want to do; I’m real sorry about that. I hope you will forgive me and hug me so I know everything is ok and then we can go to sleep.” Donny said through tears. The tyke was obviously upset and felt my reaction to his sexy behavior today was a rejection of him.
I opened my eyes and looked at him in the eyes, but could not speak as I had tears in my eyes. “I have really had fun with you since we have been here. I have never been to Disney before, I love it here, and being here with you has been the best time of my life. Can we just forget what happened and have a great time tomorrow? I really need that hug now,” Whimpered Donny. With that, I turned over to face him, put my arms around him and we both cried.
As I continued to hug him, I broke the silence and responded, “Buddy, I am not mad at you and I am so sorry I freaked out. It has been so much fun spending time with exploring the park with you and I can’t want to do it more for the next couple of days until we have to go home. You are a great kid and I love you too. You have to understand that I was scared because what we did is illegal. Adults can’t have sex with kids and if anyone every found out and told the police, I would go to jail for a long time.” The way we were hugging, his head was on my shoulder and we were chest to chest, but his body angled away from me at his stomach and his cute little penis was no longer touching me. I think he did that to show he wanted a friend hug and not another trick to get me to have sex with him again. What an awesome little dude.
“You are an adult! What do you mean? I thought you were a kid,” Donny said looking me right in the eyes. “You are only a bit taller than me… you look like a kid. How old are you?” Chuckling I replied, “Donny, I am 22 years old; I only look like a kid because I am short and I haven’t grown since I was 14. I went to school with your brother, I drive a car, your brother and I hang out all the time, I am about to be a lawyer… I don’t know how you made that mistake.”
Donny was crying again, buried his head into my neck, and squeezed me tight. I didn’t understand the added waterworks and asked, “Donny, what’s wrong… why are you so sad. Everything is ok. Please don’t cry, I am not mad at you and lots of people make the same mistake about my age, I am used to it.” Donny sobbed and through his tears and sobs, “But kids and adults can’t be friends. You are my best friend and now that is ruined. Mark and my parents don’t care about me; my Nannies are only nice to me because my dad pays them to be. When you see me, you always smile, play with me, and take me places when you a Mark do things. You said it is against the law and you would go to jail and now I don’t have anyone to really be my friend.”
I sat up with Donny still attached to my neck. I pulled him away and sat him in front of me. I put a very serious look on my face, looked right into those perfect blue eyes, and said clearly and slowly, “We ARE friends Donny! We will always be friends. I love you very much.” Relaxing my gaze and voice, I continued, “You are an awesome kid and I enjoy spending time with you. You are like the brother I always wanted and never had! You mistook what I said, it’s not that we cannot be friends; it is just that I can’t do sexy stuff with you like we did earlier. No adult can, not your parents, your brother, nobody. We can be friends, best friends, but I just can’t do those things with you anymore,” I said. Donny stopped crying, but looked very sad as he absorbed what I just said to him. “I reached out and stroked his cheek, “Do you understand?”
Throughout all of this, Donny has been naked, glancing down and noticed his dick was still rock hard. I thought to myself, how could he still be hard through all of that emotion and crying? “No, I don’t understand at all. Since we ARE friends, we should be able to do anything we want to do as long as we don’t hurt and have permission from each other. We learned about respecting people in school and that was what the teacher said.” I smiled, “I am glad your teacher talked to you about that so early, she was probably talking about boy friend/girl friend relationships, and how boys cannot abuse girls, and visa versa. The only difference is that the government believes that children and adults should never have any sexual contact with each other no matter what, and so to protect children, who usually cannot protect themselves from bad adults, they have laws.” I explained.
Donny was cheering up and at the same time and starting to finally look tired. He smiled and dove into me for a hug. I fell backwards with him on the bed. Donny was hugging me, with his head nestled in the nape of my deck and whispered in my ear, “You are not a bad adult, heck you don’t even look or act like one. Thanks for being my friend, I love you.” I returned the hug as Donny straightened out his body matching my position to lie right on top of me. “Don’t you want to have you own space on the bed,” I asked. “Nope, I am staying right here,” Donny, said confirming this with an extra squeeze of his hugging arms.
We lay there holding each other in a loving hug just enjoying each other’s presence. His head on my shoulder, due to our height difference, his chest and tummy was aligned with my chest and his pelvis, and still very hard penis were mashed into my stomach and his legs ran down my pelvis and then matched up with my legs to halfway between my knees and feet. I kissed him on his forehead and he smiled up at me. “What are we going to do at the park tomorrow Walt?” “Anything you want to,” I said. “Can we go and talk to Mickey Mouse?” “Sure buddy, but we did that on the first day, why do you want to that again?” “I think I owe him an apology for tonight.” he said and then giggled. I started to really laugh shaking his entire body from my convulsions. “Oh my god, that is hilarious buddy. Can you imagine! I think that incident is best kept between you and stuffed French Mickey,” I said through my laughter. I looked down at his face and his eyes were tightly closed, his mouth was wide open and he was moaning. Just then, he stared to hump my stomach with his penis. My belly laugh had obviously stimulated his already over aroused boyhood. He appeared to be close to orgasm.
“Oh no, not again”, I quietly exclaimed. “My tickles… they are coming!” he yelled into my ear. I was frozen and didn’t know what to do, if I told him to stop or thrown him off, I would upset him and he would never let me sleep. I made the split second decision to let him finish. His legs parted, to my sides above my groin and he was really getting into it. Hump, hump, hump. “Walt, this is amazing, it feels so good, and my tickles are almost here! Walt Junior was growing at the stimulation and the sight of this cute boy rubbing off on my stomach. That amazing bum going up and down was hypnotizing me causing my dick to take over the thinking as it decided to help this cutie to climax. I kissed his head and started to rub his back. He was moaning and really going to town. “My bum, rub my bum!” I complied and started to stroke that tiny perfect bubble butt and he started purring like a kitten. “Rub inside too, it’s almost here.”
Now rubbing his bum crack and lightly fingering his pucker, he was started to break a sweat. Hump, hump, hump. Suddenly he stopped; he lifted his head, looked at me, and yelled “I”VE GOT TO PEE,” let go of me! “I smiled and said, “Trust me, you won’t pee. Just keep going. He didn’t say anything but started to hump again. I continued to rub through his bum crack and he leaned down and planted sweet little kisses on my lips and cheek. Hump hump hump. Oh, wow! My ti..i..ckels…… Uh, uh , uh, uh. Ah, ah, ah, ah , AH … what is happening to my wiener!!?” I calmly said, “Just let it happen, don’t stop now… enjoy it!” “OK, uh. Uh, uh, uh…. On my god, something is …. He trailed off… awwwwwwwwwww.” His breathing was ragged and rapid; I could feel his heart thumping through my chest. He went silent, his grip on me loosened and his head returned to my shoulder. The humping slowed until it came to a stop. He was in his orgasm after glow and, judging by the feeling of wetness on my stomach, he had an actual ejaculation and not just the tickles of a pre-pubescent dry orgasm. He lay there just coming down with his eyes closed. His breathing started to slow, as did his heartbeat. I lovingly caressed his back again as he relaxed on top of me without a word or sound. It was beautiful. He was beautiful… I thought to myself, how could something that feels so good be wrong and illegal at any age?
As I lay in bed with my best friend’s eleven-year-old brother lying on me naked, recovering from what I guess was his first wet orgasm, I returned to a previous question I had pondered. How did I get here? How do I keep getting roped into these sex acts with this little boy? Is it a desire to make him feel good, is it some kind of deeply repressed need that I am not even aware or perhaps I am only now discovering a sexual desire for young boys. What kind of label would I get? I am clearly not gay, because I am deeply attracted to the opposite sex and I have zero interest in adult men. I know this having been propositioned many times and even in a mistaken and embarrassing situation of mistaken sexual preference in a hotel room as an undergrad one spring break. Lots of opportunity as a very young and good-looking young guy – I have never been interested or attracted to guys and now this…
As I discussed earlier in this story, I have always liked to hang out with boys. Whether it is brothers of my friends, cousins or even getting in on the street games with some of the kids in my neighborhood. At no time did I even think of being intimate with any of them, so what is happening now. Yes, I have remorse for what I allowed myself to get into, but I realize at this moment that I really liked it. I really REALLY liked it. Having sex with a girl is exciting, exotic, fun and very satisfying, but with Donny, it was as good but it felt different. Perhaps because up to now, it has all been one way me pleasuring him. Other than my spontaneous cum in my shorts in the evening, I have not actually experienced any direct genital stimulation yet I feel content and satisfied by making my little friend feel good. The other massive difference was my overwhelming love for this boy. I have had sex with lots of girls, but I have never felt the incredible feeling of love I have towards this little guy.
One thing is for sure, I am not sure I will be able to, or want to, resist his desires any more. I feel like I am bonded to him in a way that I cannot describe. I want to protect him, hold him, be with him, and be there for him in every way possible. These feelings are complicated, but I am less afraid now and more wanting to make sure that Donny is ok with what has happened and, most of all, that he keeps his vow of secrecy. So often, I read or hear about adults who have horrible emotional trauma from childhood sexual experiences with adults. At least, the ones I have heard usually involve a predator, a breach of trust and a child that was not interested or prepared. There is no question Donny was interested but was he prepared? I guess time will tell, as I cannot change the past.
Donny has started to stir and, I hope, ready to get to bed. That is get to bed to actually sleep as it was now 4:50 AM. Still lying on top of me with his head on my shoulders he finally spoke,
“Walt”
“Yes buddy”
“What just happened”
“You had sex with my stomach”
“I don’t mean that part and sorry, I couldn’t stop myself. That wasn’t the tickles, it was like a billion times better.”
“What happened, my little friend, is a wet orgasm also known as cumming or ejaculation. Your tickles, as you call them, are a dry orgasm for little boys when your body cannot produce semen yet. As boys get older, they start to produce semen and then when you orgasm, or cum, you also ejaculate and semen comes out of your penis.”
“Walt”
“Yes”
“Did I pee on you.”
I chucked, “No, if what I think happened actually did, you squirted semen on me.”
“ Oh, my god that is gross, I am sorry. Can I see?
“It’s not gross; it is means you are growing up. Roll off me and lets have a look.”
Instead of rolling off, he lifted himself off me, crawled down between my legs, and sat on his folded legs he looked down at his penis, which was still hard and ran his finger across the pink tip and wiped off the moisture. He brought it up to his face and looked at it as he ran it between his thumb and finger, “It’s slimy.” I propped my head up and said, “Check this out.” I was pointing at a smallish patch of moisture that was smeared across by stomach from just under to just above my naval. “It looks like you squirted quite a bit for a little dude. I didn’t know boys as young as you could do this...” I said. “I will be 12 in a month, I’m almost a teenager.” he exclaimed. He started to rub the wet area on my stomach and then lay down resting his chest on my boxer-covered hard-on and leaned in to smell the drying semen on my stomach. He just wriggled his nose and made a yuck face but said nothing and lay his head beside the patch of his offering and closed his eyes.
As he lay there, he absentmindedly ground his penis into the bed beneath him a few time and that motion through his body transferred to my own hard as a rock dick that was wedged between he and I under his chest. My penis twitched from the stimulation. Donny’s eyes opened up, “What was that?” he lifted his chest a bit to look down at the site of the movement he had just felt. “You know I have a penis too, right?” I asked sarcastically. He sleepily responded, “uh huh”, yawned crawled back on top of me, rested his head on my chest and fell fast asleep lightly snoring and looking like the most content little boy in the world. After waiting a good 10 minutes, I carefully rolled him off me onto the other side of the bed. He did not stir, and the rhythmic breathing was clear evidence that he was fast asleep.
Ricky at Saratoga Spring @ Walt Disney World - 1981
I really needed to go to sleep, but I was deep in the throws of blue ball syndrome and had to cum and soon. If this had been my girlfriend, I would have been totally pissed that she had only thought of her own needs and didn’t touch me in return. In this case, my partner who was eleven and should never have even been part of any of any of this let alone seeing to my needs, so I was not mad but still sporting a rock hard dick that needed it’s tickles. That silly word Donny kept using to describe a dry orgasm was so cute, I smiled as I thought back to the first time I experienced an orgasm. Ironically, it was at Walt Disney World in a hot tub at Saratoga Springs Resort, I think I was 10 and the experience scared the crap out of me! I had been playing in the main pool near the Carriage House. We were staying in one of the Treehouse Bungalows with my sister, my older cousin Ricky and Donny’s brother Mark. Ricky was 12, lots of fun and just a little wild and a total pervert. Mark, Ricky, my sister Elise and I were enjoying the pool as a way to cool down from our park adventures before we went back for dinner and fireworks later. Ricky was watching the hot tub for an opportunity to go in without adults. Finally, the moment came and Ricky motioned for Mark and me to follow him. Elise stayed in the pool with my mom. We all marched over the hot tub that was shaped like the number 8. We are sat in one side of the eight and leaned back to relax and enjoy the bubbles and the hot water after swimming in the cool of the resort’s family pool. Mark and I were talking when we both noticed that Ricky was turning his back to us and was kneeling in front of a water jet. We both went over and see what he was up to. He backed away and showed us that he had pulled the front of his trucks down and had his hard bare penis bouncing in the torrent of water.
Mark said, “What are you doing.” “Just getting a blow job,” replied Ricky and he moved back into place to press his dick into the jet blast of water. We both sat there watching him and watching for adults and lifeguards. Ricky started talking dirty in a low voice that only we could hear, “oh yeah baby, suck that hard boy cock. Suck it real good. That’s it, that’s it. Your tongue is amazing. I’m going to cum right in your mouth. Are you ready baby, ok… here it comes… ooooo, awwww, uh, uh, uh.” He got a big smile on his face, pulled his hand out of the water showed us his cum and licked it off. “Oh my god Ricky, you are disgusting!” said Mark. He just laughed, pulled his trunks up, and sat back down. “OK, who is next?
Mark said, “There is no way I am doing that!” That is the most perverted thing I have seen you do yet,” then he left the hot tub and cannon balled in the main pool, followed by the tweet of a whistle and the shout “no diving.” Ricky looked at me, “So, you want my sweet girl to blow you too.” If I was being truthful, no. I had no interest in this dirty little game, but Ricky was so cool I wanted him to accept me and think I was cool to. “Hope she can handle it, I’ve got a whopper here,” I joked. Ricky laughed and said, I’ve seen your whopper and I think it is better described as a junior burger.” Yes, it was true, I am now and was then small for my age in every way, but you know the old saying, good things come in small packages.
Ricky started to school me in the fine art of hot tub blowjobs. “OK, get on your knees and turn around,” he instructed as he guided me to my position in front of the water jet. “You have to line your cock up with the jet of water, don’t point it into the water, you want the water to spray on the underside of your cock especially the little v thingy under the head.” I tried to do as instructed but I couldn’t keep the front of my trunks down, hold my dick just right, and also balance myself. “I can’t do it Ricky, it’s not working. I don’t have enough hands. Let’s forget it and go to the arcade,” I said. “No, you have got to do this… it’s amazing. I will help. I am going to sit right beside you and face the other direction to watch for people. You use your hands to hold the wall,” he instructed. “Yea Perfect. Ok I am going to pull down the front of your suit and hook it under your balls like that. Now, I am going to hold your cock the right way.” this was more than I expected. I have done sexy stuff with Ricky before like playing with our dicks while the other watches, we had dry humped dick to butt a few times and I once kissed the tip of his penis during a game of truth or dare. This was new; he was going to hold my penis in a public place as I received a blowjob from the jets of the hot tub. Awkward, dangerous and exciting!
“Walt, you are going to have to get hard. You know, get a boner? This won’t work unless you are hard or else your dick will just flop around and it can actually hurt.” he warned. How was I supposed to make my dick hard, at that point in you young life it just happened, I couldn’t just turn it on and off. I just want to go to the arcade and forget this stupid game. “I am going to rub it for you and get you ready. Sit beside me and look normal. As soon as you are hard, then get back into position.” instructed Ricky. We sat beside each other so close our sides were touching. I put both hands behind my head and locked fingers. Ricky put both hands under water and pulled down my suit! “Ricky… what the fuck is you doing?” I quietly screamed at him. Before I could pull them up, my mother and little sister were descending into the tub, and I froze. I looked down and saw that the jets of water made it impossible to see I was naked in the hot tub and Ricky had my swimsuit and was sitting on it to keep it hidden from view. I was willing my mother and sister to sit on the other end of the eight, but she saw us, came, and sat opposite. Mom and Elise were busy talking about something and not really paying much attention to us. Ricky was saying something to me and that I was unable to make out as I was terrified and not able to focus on anything other than my potential humiliation.
Just when I didn’t think things could get any worse, Mark drops into the hot tub and sits on the other side of me, “Hey, let’s hit the arcade”, he says. Mom hears this and says, “That’s a great idea, you have been in here long enough, it’s not healthy to stay in too long.” “Yea, you have been in too long, listen to your mother… let’s go.” Mark begged. Mark looked at me and saw the funny look on my face, “You ok Walt? He asks quietly. Ricky is watching us with a massive grin on his face, enjoying my predicament. “I can’t get out right now Mark,” looking over at mom and see she is distracted so I take the opportunity to repeat “I really can’t get out” and I point towards my lap. Mark has a puzzled look on his face, reaches down, and encounters my naked penis. He pulled his hand back shocked and looks at me with a “what the heck” look on his face.
Just then, I feel Ricky’s hand inching towards my boyhood. I look at him with pleading in my eyes and I mouthed “no” and shook my head. He had his troublemaker smile on his face and mouthed, “oh yes” and nodded his head as he grabs hold of my dick. I am very soft and freaking out. Just then, Ricky starts to fondle with my cock while he looks straight ahead looking innocent. I feel my dick starting to get hard as I reach down and grab his arm to try to stop him. He just carries on and ignores my protests, Mark looking shocked gestures with his head to draw my attention to my arm going up and down looking like I am playing with myself so I let go and put my hands back up. Mom looks over and says “five more minutes’ boys”; Ricky responded, “That’s all I will need.” Then he smiled and winked at me.
My dick is now fully hard as Ricky masturbates me right in front of my mother and little sister. Oh my gosh does this feel good as the waves of pleasurable feelings are making my penis and balls tingle. The excitement of being so dirty and mischievous in front of my mother and sister is adding to the experience by giving me butterflies in my stomach. I know this is so wrong but Ricky’s hand was giving me feelings I have never felt before. His soft hand was sliding up and down my penis and switched to an up and down with a twist on each stroke. He took a break and rubbed my frenulum in a circular motion, which made me want to squirm. He moved to my balls and started to rub them and lightly roll them between his fingers.
Returning to my dick, he gets back to rhythm up and down, twist, up and down twist… Something is starting to happen, I am feeling a pressure and an intense feeling all over my body and then I feel my body shaking, my eyes closed, my heart was beating so hard, I thought it was going to explode. What was building was now crashing down as I felt my dick pulsing. I felt Ricky’s hand clamp over my penis as it pulsed. It was slowing and subsiding, I was starting to become aware of my surroundings and looked over, and mom and Elise were out and walking out of the tub. “Holy shit, that was amazing. I cannot believe anything could feel that good, but that was terrifying! I can’t believe you did that in front of my mom and little sister, we could have gotten into huge trouble!!”, I said. Mark looked at Ricky, he was pissed. “You asshole, you know that was rape right?” Walt said no and you did it anyway.” “ Guys, lets get out of here and go to the arcade” said Walt. “Relax dude, nobody got hurt, Walt had his first orgasm, and we got away with an awesome stunt. It’s all good,” Ricky said. “You are a pervert Ricky, you need help.” Mark said. “You weren’t complaining when I sucked your cock at your birthday party.” Ricky said which caused Mark to turn bright red and silent. “Mark, I am fine, what’s the big deal, it’s not like he made me pregnant.” Joked Walt. Walk and Ricky giggled at that joke and Mark went from pissed to laughing too. “I guess we are all perverts,” let’s go have fun and try and keep our cocks in our pants for a while,” Mark said. Ricky smiled and said, “You are no fun” and they all laughed as they got out of the tub and moved towards the change rooms.
More: Donny at Euro Disney - 1992
I was suddenly taken out of the memory by a phone ringing. “Hello.” Walt, it’s Mark. Do you mind if we stay in Paris one more day. Before you say anything, I promise we will all spend our last day in the park doing whatever you want. You can plan the whole day and we will do it all!” “Couldn’t you have called in the morning, I am trying to sleep.” I fibbed. “Well, that’s the thing, its 5:00 AM and we are all staying over at this girl’s house. She is super rich and has invited us all to stay in her parent’s massive apartment, you should see it, and we can see the Eiffel Town from the windows! We are going to go to bed now, so we would be asleep when you get up. We are all meeting at the Louvre at 1:00!” Mark rambled sounding a lot more sober than he did last evening. “Sure, that’s fine and Donny is fine by the way, thanks for asking,” I said sarcastically. “Damn man, I am sorry. I knew he would be ok, you are the most trustworthy person I know, he loves you, so I had no worries. I am glad he is ok, did you guys have fun.” Mark said. It was a weird question because last time I spoke to him, it was already late and we were clearly done for the day. What did he mean by “fun,” I knew that Donny arranged for us to hang out, but what kind of fun was he referring to?. “We had a great day and we are going to have great time today as well. You guys have fun and get some rest because we are going to have a commando tour when you are back,” I said. “You are the best, man, I owe you big time.” “No,” I said, “you owe Donny big time.”
I hit the washroom and wiped off Donny’s cum from my stomach. Brushed my teeth, had my bedtime pee, and shut down the lights to get a few hours of sleep before our breakfast reservation in the morning. I slipped into bed and noticed that Donny was still fast asleep. I remembered that I still had not cum and thought that would be a great way to relax and go to sleep. I reached down and pulled my boxers down and off feeling the freedom of finally being fully naked after all of the one-sided sex play today. It was my turn to get off and I was happy to enjoy a few minutes of sex for one. I reached down and found my engorged cock throbbing and seeking attention. Slowly I started to feel the length of the shaft and he flare of my circumcised head. I began by lightly pinching the skins that gathered at my frenulum moving up to feel the silkiness of my glans. I stroked down and twisted, just as Ricky taught me 12 years ago, that has always been my favorite jack off motion.
I reached down, fondled my balls, and enjoyed the feeling of my smooth sack. Rolling the orbs around in their scrotal home, I felt the first waves of ecstasy and sighed deeply and moved back to my shaft and resumed the up, down twist movements that make me wild, I pace quickened and I heard Donny stir, likely from the movement, and sleepily he said, “Walt are you here.” “I am buddy, go back to sleep.” “Ok, but I am cold” and as he said this, I felt him scoot over to me and lay on his stomach beside me making contact with my side and his arm across my chest. I still had my hard dick in left hand and Donny on my right side. I needed this release so I started back up, but tried not to shake the bed. Again, the amazing feeling welled up inside of me, ready to gush out in a highly anticipated cum. suddenly, in a very groggy voice, “Donny said “Good night, love you.” And I replied, “Sweet dreams pal, I love you too.” Thought for a second and asked, “Is it ok if I rub your bum a bit, it will help us both go to sleep.” “K” said Donny and he seemed to immediately slip back to his rhythmic sleep breathing signaling he was out.
I reach out my right hand, placed it on his bum, and started to lightly feel the texture of those amazing globes of flesh. At the same time, I started back on my dick and simultaneously rubbed my cock and Donny’s beautiful bottom and to say I was in erotic heaven is an understatement. I explored the beginning of his bum crack but did not enter, just grazing the entrance. I felt the goosebumps emerge on his butt as I did this. I reached down and gently parted his legs slightly so I could reach his taint and traced a line with my finger from the point that his scrotum ended and taint began and lightly ran it up and through the crack of his bum to his lower back and then back down again. My own dick was leaking precum like never before. Up, down, twist. Up, down, twist. I could feel the ejaculation approaching, my senses were on fire as every pore and organ in my body all seemed to be working together to deliver a mind blowing orgasm. Then it happened, my entire body spasmed as the first pulses hit my penis as cum flew out of my cock. One squirt, two, three, four, five …. Of my god, six squirts exploded out of my penis coating my body in a film of cum.
As the climax subsided, I realized that in my passion, I had inserted my fingers inside Donny’s crack and had a finger on his anus. I froze hoping I had not woken him and sat still for a long time. Whew, he seems to not have noticed. I grabbed my boxers and started to clean up the mess. I felt a wave of shame as I sopped up the mess, smearing semen all over the hundreds of Mickey heads that adorned my boxers. I just dropped them on the floor, pulled the blanket up over both our bodies and lay my head on the pillow. Just then, Donny pops up, looks at me, and says, “Are you done yet,” bends down kisses me on the cheek and lies down turning away from me but still up against my body. I turned to my side, spooned up to Donny, and lightly kissed him on the cheek. He wriggled a bit, pushed his bum into my now flaccid and penis and we both drifted off into sleep.
TBC