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Mad for the Mouse Part 2

When you consider that I did not get to bed until 5:30 AM it was not surprising that Donny and I slept through the knock on door that meant that housekeeping (or Mousekeeping as it is referred to in Disney Resorts) was ready to make up our room at 8:00 AM. Had I been thinking straight, I would have placed that iconic “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob that tells all who would knock that the occupants were sleeping or engaged in sex. In our case, at 8:00 AM anyway, we were two very sleepy fellas deep in the midst of REM sleep. 

Knock, knock, knock “Mousekeeping!” Knock, knock, knock “Mousekeeping! Donny and I were fast asleep as Janet, our housekeeper, wanted to check our room off the list as she worked her way through the fourth floor suites of the Disneyland Hotel. She used her master key card to unlock the door and called through the crack, “Mousekeeping! I am here to make up your room.” As no reply came, she opened the door wide and walked it with her vacuum cleaner. This was a big suite with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchenette, and a living room. Cleaning this room, which she knew from the previous days, was occupied by six young males, was going to be a big job. She went right to work on bedroom number 1… the first door on the left. She made the bed, picked up the items strewn across the floor, cleaned the bathroom and then started up the vacuum. This caught my unconscious attention and I sat straight up realizing somebody was in the room. Oh crap, it’s housekeeping, I’m naked and my clothes are in the room where she is vacuuming. I surveyed my surroundings to see if there were any old clothing kicking around to slip into. Nothing except the crumped up, semen covered, Mickey Mouse boxers on the floor beside the bed. 

That triggered a memory and I turned around and saw him. Donny was inches away in my bed, also naked and sprawled, spread eagle, on top of the sheet sporting a raging boner. The entire day’s events came flooding back into my memory and I started to panic. She is going to come in here soon and when she does, she is going to see 2 naked guys; one, an 11-year-old boy and the other a 22-year-old man, in bed together. How could I explain that.

I spotted the bed cover that I had taken off last night, pulled it on both of us and lay down trying to make it look innocent and perhaps, if she saw me asleep, she would realize her mistake and leave quickly and quietly. Donny, sensing the change with the blanket, rolled over and cuddled right up to my body. If she only sees two people sleeping with blankets up to their noses it would be unclear if we were nude or wearing parkas under the blanket; totally innocent.

As I laid there quietly and supposedly sleeping, I could hear the vacuum getting closer and closer. My heart was pounding in my chest. Thank God Donny is still fast asleep and I can hear his steady breathing in my ear. In retrospect, I should have just called out to her when I first realized she was there, but we don’t always make the best decisions under stress.

She came in the room we were in and ran the vacuum back and forth while getting closer to the bed. She was vacuuming, and picking up garbage and clutter as she goes. I was watching her through my barely open eyelid. I guess she was not seeing us because the room is still somewhat dark as she moved closer to the window and to our bed. She was right by the floor of the bed and suddenly… whoosh, she pulled the bed cover and the sheet off the bed in one single movement.

She could plainly see both of us lying in the bed and very nude. From the shock of the sudden movement and uncovering, I opened my eyes wide and emitted a high-pitched scream. I look back and forth between Donny, who somehow is still fast asleep, and Janet the housekeeper. 

“I am so sorry sweetie. I knocked before I came in” she says while just looking at us in our nakedness and making no effort to give us back our blanket. I have no idea what she is still doing here staring at the two of us. Was she perving, too shocked to move or maybe it is a common site at a Disney hotel… a naked man and child cuddled up in bed.

“Umm hi, can you hand me the blankets please we are kind of naked here and it is chilly?” I said meekly. 

“Of course, I don’t know what I was thinking. Here you go sweetie,” she said.

In a very motherly way, she spread the sheet and then the bedcover over us. “Are you warm enough, would you like another blanket sweetie,” she said.

“Umm, no, I am comfortable, thanks. I was going to get up soon anyway,” I said.

“Awww, look at the two of you. You and your brother are so cute. It is so nice that you too are so comfortable with each other. My sons would never cuddle together; they would be more likely to be fighting if they ever got that close.” She said. 

Janet the housekeeper was a Mary Poppins like character with a thick British accent and exuding “nice” through every pore. It just dawned on me that I dodged a bullet; she obviously thinks we are brothers, close in age and just innocently snuggling, and did not think it odd we were both naked. I know Europeans are much more liberal about nudity than we prudish Americans are so perhaps this was not unusual to her? Whatever the reason, it appears my stunted growth and youthful looks worked to my advantage again!

“I will leave and come back when you boys are out of the room. Can I get you anything before I go?” she asked.

“Could you leave us a few extra towels for our shower? Maybe some extra face clothes too.” I responded.

“Yes I can sweetie; I saw the chocolate mess on the facecloths and towels and have already replaced them. Let me leave you with a couple turn down chocolates and leave you two alone to get up. Have a magical day cutie.”

She handed me two little chocolates with Mickey’s smiling face on the wrapper. Smiled warmly, grabbed her vacuum, and left the room. I was in shock, but, to quote Lumiere in Beauty and the beast, “After all, miss, this is France”

Out of the silence, “Is she gone,” Donny whispered. 

“Yes and how long have you been awake,” I asked.

“You woke me up when you were screaming like a little girl,” Donny said giggling with a silly grin on his face.

“Little girl, eh? I think this little girl is going to give you a beating,” I said as I flipped over and proceeded to attack him with tickles.

I reached for the sides of his chest and started to tickle his ribs, which elicited wales of laughter and pleas to stop. I moved down and started to tickle the inside of his thigh causing him to flail his legs to try to stop the torture. To cause confusion I moved to straddle his stomach with my knees and leaned in with both hands to focus on his armpits, which were clearly his most ticklish place. He twisted his body right and left trying to dislodge my hands, but I had him pinned under my butt. 

“Admit it was a manly scream or I will not stop the torture. Admit it!” I crowed with a phony deep and manly voice.

“Never, girly boy, never! Do your worst,” Donny yelled through gasps of air and laughter and he continued to flop back and forth under my ministrations. 

I slowed it down a bit and lightly tickled him down each side of his chest moving down to his stomach. To gain more access to his tummy, I shifted down so I was now crouched over his pelvis resting on my knees on either side of him. I slowly moved my fingers with classic tickle motions up and down his side. He continued to flail back and forth with more range of motion pivoting at his waist. I kept this up, then started to tickle the front of his chest and tummy, and then moved to tackle his cute little innie belly button.

Donny slowed his moving as he was clearing going from feigned resistance to relishing the feelings.

“Looks like I have successfully tortured you to unconsciousness. Let that be a lesson Donny the… dumpling,” I said in a failed attempt at humorous word play. 

“Don’t stop, that feels real nice. Mmm, more tickling please” Donny said in a dreamy like state.

This kid sure is starving for physical contact, so I thought, why not. At least he is not trying to get me to have sex with him again. “Ok buddy, for 5 more minutes then we need to get moving and have breakfast before the housekeeper comes back.”

I stayed crouched over his pelvis while I tickled his skin lightly from face to abdomen a couple of times. It looked like Donny was going to fall asleep when suddenly I felt something poking the crack of my butt. Sure enough, Donny, the horn dog, had his 4” boner pointed right into my crack. When he realized he was making contact with his penis, he proceeded to hump his erection into my crack which was bumping directly on my anus. I guess I should have expected him to do this, what was I thinking in our naked state, rubbing his body while hovering my butt over his penis. As it turned out, the skin-to-skin contact lead to another erotic experience that was dangerous, exciting, fun and felt really good. 

“I know that you are enjoying yourself, you horny little monster, but I do not want to get caught this way by the housekeeper,” I said. “Let’s get dressed and head down for breakfast.”

We both got dressed in silence. For my part, I was processing the last 24 hours of my life as I considered the implications of what we had done. In America, there seems to be nothing quite as heinous as men “molesting” little boys. I was having flashbacks to a news story back in 1984 when an enraged father Gary Plauche, shot and killed his son’s accused molester, Jeff Doucet, as he was being escorted through an airport by police. I was 14 and that shocking news story was the first time I had even considered that a man would have sex with a boy or that it was even that terrible! He lost his life from a revenge killing.

My mind was racing, what if I got caught? Convicted child molesters have the toughest time in prison and are often beaten or killed. Even after you “do your time,” your life is ruined. Was that what I was risking for a few minutes of erotic fun?

OK, Walt, try to calm yourself, the Doucet killing was a result of a kidnap and forced rape of the boy in question. That is pure evil, no doubt. In my case, Donny set out to seduce me and actually initiated the sex. Unfortunately, the laws do not take the wants of the child into account and the man is essentially guilty, no matter what, and screwed for life. Is this what I am setting myself up for?

 

What if Donny were to decide later he regretted it and told his parents? What if he let it slip to a teacher or a friend? I felt like I was having a panic attack and started to sweat and tremble.

Donny walked over to where I was sitting, broke the silence, and announced, “I am ready and I am H U N G R Y!” He looked at me and immediately knew something was wrong, “What’s wrong Walt…. are you sick?” he asked.

I stared blankly at him and couldn’t say anything. I just stared at him, trembling, heart racing and imagining the worse possible scenarios in my head; making my anxiety even worse. 

“You are scaring me, please say something. Should I call 911?” Donny asked in a panic. He leaned over, hugged me, and started to sob. “Talk to me Walt. You are scaring me. Tell me what’s wrong….please.”

I was finally hearing Donny and started to snap out of it. I hugged him back and then suddenly pushed him back gently. “I’m good, just tired,” I said, “I am going to finish getting ready and then we can go.”

Donny was a smart little kid. I could tell by the way he looked at me, that he knew something was wrong. Thankfully he sensed my state of mind and did not push it. I am really glad he didn’t, because I would have lost it.

Damn it, I was here in France to celebrate my graduation from law school and the start of a career in law, yet, I just committed an offence that, if convicted, would mean I would likely be barred from practice before I even get started and end up in jail for a long time. To be honest, if I could just leave I would have grabbed a plane and went home at that moment. In fact, I would have done it in a heartbeat. Instead, I am thousands of miles away from home with the care and custody of this little boy while his brother is out screwing, drinking, and doing what every 22-year-old is supposed to be doing hours before the rat race of career and adulthood begins. This trip was to be the culmination of the last five years of school and a heck of a lot of hard work.

Donny was waiting at the open door chatting and laughing with Janet the housekeeper. She was waiting for me to leave so she could finish making up our room. I realized at that moment that I need to switch off morose/lawyer/adult Walt and turn back into the 13-year-old she thought I was an hour ago.

I channeled my inner kid and walked to the door. “Hi Janet, I am sorry about this morning. We were up watching TV and playing games all night. We were just so tired and did not hear you. I hope we didn’t scare you!” I said, intentionally raising my voice an octave or two as I spoke. To add to the show, I put my arm around Donny, as pals or brothers might do.

“That’s ok sweetie, I am sorry for disturbing you. I hope I did not embarrass you too much, being the way the two of you were. I know how Americans get funny about their birthday suits. You two were so cute there, all happy, naked, pink, warm, and cuddled up. You two have a magical day, I am going to finish your room and leave a special treat for you,” Janet said through the most genuine smile I have ever seen. 

“Thank you that would be really cool! See ya,” I said and lead Donny away down the hall.

“Bye bye cuties,” Janet called after us.

We reached the elevator and pressed the down button. Donny was still watching me carefully, not sure how to react to my mood or me. The elevator arrived and we stepped on. It stopped at the next floor and in stepped the haughty woman from last night and her son. She and I ignored each other but Donny started chatting with the boy in French and continued talking as we left the elevator and approached the restaurant. 

Both boys gave me a conspiratorial look, giggled and left at the insistence of his mother. Donny and I got a table right away. We both decided on the breakfast buffet, went and loaded our plates, sat down and started to eat.

“What was all of that about?” I asked.

“All of what,” Donny asked confused.

“Your conversation with that boy and the funny look you both gave me when you were done. And while we are on the topic, what did you say to them in the elevator last night?” I asked getting increasingly annoyed.

Donny looked at me and turned red and hesitated, “can we talk about this later… when you are feeling better?”

“No Donny, I want to know right now,” I said sternly but quietly to avoid a scene in the restaurant.

“Andre, that’s his name, Andre, surprised me when he stepped in the elevator and came right out and asked me if I was gay! I didn’t know what to say, I thought he was joking or about to be mean to me. I am teased a lot at home and thought he was about to tease me. I was shocked that he was talking like that in front of his mother. He saw me look at her nervous like and then told me not to worry about Mama, she knows I am gay and is ok with it as long as I find a way to give her grandchildren when I get older”, Donny said giggling about the grandchildren comment.

I think I was turning pale, because I felt the blood drain from my face as this conversation went on. “We need to talk about this gay thing later, but just before he left and we sat down, the two of you laughed and looked at me like you were talking about me. What was that all about?”

“Oh, right. That. It was just stupid. He asked me to fix the two of you up. He thinks you are the same age and said you are cute. I told him you are 22. He was ok with that. I told him you were not gay and he made a joke saying he could make you gay. That is when we both laughed,” Donny said. That was it.

“Oh my God, I think I need to try and grow a beard, this is out of control! What about last night, what was that all about when you spoke to his mother,” I asked.

“You are not going to be happy, but I told her we had a hooker back in our room and we were going to go and lose our virginity. She screamed and I asked if her son wanted to join us and he started laughing,” Donny said.

“What is wrong with you boy? Is sex all you think about? How can an eleven-year-old be so sex crazed?” I asked rhetorically.

“I’m almost 12, and what is so bad about sex? Why are adults so freaked out about it? I just don’t understand why something that is so much fun is so complicated. It is so confusing; you adults spoil everything. Some kids want to smoke, take drugs, beat up other kids, or steal things, I like to play with my dick and play with friends dicks too. What is worse?” Donny asked getting more emotional and quieter as he went on.

“Why do you and all other adults want to make me feel bad for wanting to do things that make people feel so good. Why would a police officer put you in jail for just sucking on my penis when I asked you to? If you bit it off, I would understand, but playing sexy should be allowed for everyone as long as nobody forces the other person or hurts them,” said Donny now shedding little tears that rolled down each cheek as he talked.

I moved over to sit beside him, leaned over, and embraced him in a hug. “I agree Donny, but this is the way the world works and I am sorry for getting upset at you. Mark and I went to school to be lawyers – we are supposed to follow the laws even if we do not agree with them. That is what is expected of all citizens in society,” I said. “Doing what we did is against the law whether you or I agree or not.”

I was blown away with this kid; he is wise beyond his age. I actually agree with his viewpoint. In law school, we learn about many laws that are ridiculous and only created to respond to western society being so prudish about bodies and sex. We studied one case where a woman went to jail for five years because she was accused of assaulting her son and making child pornography all because some kid that worked in a photo lab at a WalMart store called the police because he saw a picture coming out of the developing machine of a woman holding a little boy’s penis while he peed.

In her defense, she said that she was teaching her little boy how to aim his penis in the toilet when he peed and her husband took a picture that was just supposed to be harmless fun. The court ruled that she was “sexually abusing” her son and convicted her for sexual abuse and both husband and wife with making child porn.

Still in the embrace, I leaned in and said very quietly, “Donny, you are a very cute boy, even though I was scared doing what we did, it was nice and I enjoyed it. I don’t know why, because I am not gay, but there was something about touching you and making you feel so good that made me feel wonderful too. Don’t feel bad that you want to do these things or that you enjoy them or even that you tried to get me to do them with you. I will tell you a secret, if I really didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have no matter what.”

“So we can do more sexy stuff,” Donny said sitting bolt upright with a massive smile on his face!

“Whoa there tiger, let’s take it one step at a time. Right now, I need to eat and do some Disney! We can discuss sexy stuff later,” I said with mixed emotions… again.

“Woo hoo! Let’s go to Haunted Mansion first. I love that ride!” Donny said.

“They call it Phantom Manor here, and I love it too. Let’s eat and head over. I want to have a great day today, it is beautiful out, we are a couple of “kids” at Disney; what could possibly be better.” I said and we dug in to devour the free flow of Mickey Mouse pancakes and orange juice.

We spent the morning powering through the rides that if back in America would have had massive lines. The longest wait was less than 10 minutes. We went on Phantom Manor 4 times in a row without even stopping. We were walking into adventure land and we bumped into a Mickey Mouse that was setting up to meet guests. Donny looked at me, then at Mickey and then back at me. He started walking to Mickey and managed to get to be first in line. I looked at him, shook my head, and mouthed the word “don’t.” Donny smiled waved and then started to talk to Mickey. He turned and gave Mickey a side hug and the park photographer snapped a photo. Still in the embrace, Donny gave a single and very hot hump of his pelvis to Mickey then looked at me and smiled.

I approached to drag him away and Donny turned back to Mickey and said “I want you to meet my best friend Walt, he is your biggest fan,” Donny said. Mickey turned to me and greeted me like an old friend , not knowing he had just been violated by an 11-year-old pervert with a mouse fetish.

Mickey hammed it up on hearing my name and gave me a giant hug, ruffled my hair and hugged me again. I thanked Mickey and his handler and walked away with Donny. We were about 50 feet away, looked at each other and both burst out laughing.

“I saw you hump Mickey,” I said. 

“That was a joke for you. You looked like you were going to pass out!” Donny said.

“Please, no more sex jokes or gags. I just cannot take it. Let’s keep our jokes PG for the rest of our trip. Deal?”

“Deal,” Donny said, took my hand and we started walking into Adventure Land.

“I need lunch, let’s grab some burgers,” I suggested. We found a counter service place, got our food, and found a seat in a back corner out of the sun and out of range of people listening.

“Donny, can I ask you something really personal?”

“Walt, you had your fingers and tongue in my bum hole, what could possibly me more personal,” he joked. “You want to talk about me being gay, right? OK, lets’ get that over with.”

“Ummm… yeah. In the middle of our ‘games’ last night, you announced you were gay. How do you know you know that, you are only 11? Don’t you think you need to wait a while before you decide on something that important? Personally, I think you are a cool kid and whether you are gay, straight, or one of the other letters in that LBGQ+ thing that seems to keep growing, it doesn’t matter to me, and I am sure Mark will feel the same way. When I was your age, I was happy to play “games” with boys. Heck, I did it frequently with Mark. It was all part of growing up. But that did not mean I was gay,” I said.

“First of all, I am almost 12 and It is just not playing games with boys, or men, that make me know I am gay. It is hard to explain but when I look at cute boys and I get butterflies in my stomach and a boner. I want to be with them, touch them, and cuddle with them. After I have hung out with a cute boy, he is all I can think about after. Girls are just friends to me but boys are amazing,” confessed Donny.

Sounded about right to me. When I was 12 or 13, I started to feel that way about girls. Now, I was happy to get a hand job from a pal too, but that wasn’t love, that was just fun. “Sounds like you know what you want. As long as you are happy, then it is nobody else’s business. Have you said anything to anyone else… like your parents?” I asked.

I could see by his sudden change in body language that this was an uncomfortable thing to talk about. “Yes, I told Mark and now you know. Mark thinks that I am just being silly and says that I will change my mind over time. There is no way I am telling my parents, my dad will never talk to me again. I am sure my mom will be ok with it, but my dad…,” he said.

Donny looked sad while he thought about what he just said and I could see tears forming in his eyes and then rolling down his cheeks. He looked into my eyes as he silently shed his tears. At that moment, my heart just shattered. He silently spoke to me with a shaky and quiet voice, “Walt, help me. I am so scared. I didn’t want to be gay. I just want to be normal kid and do normal things. Promise me that you will always be my friend and that you will look after me.”

I started to cry as well, it was at that moment and I decided that I was appointing myself his guardian angel. More than anyone I have ever met, this little guy was alone, and needed emotional support that his parents and brother were not equipped to give. I know and love all of his family, but I also know that they are emotionally distant, almost clinical in the way they relate to one another. Perhaps that was enough for the rest of them, but Donny needed so much more. I truly love this little guy and I was going to be his champion.

“Donny, I love you buddy. I know I have said it a lot recently, but you are like a brother to me and I will always be your friend and will always be here for you no matter what. From this moment forward, we are brothers for life,” I said through my tears.

Donny lunged for me, threw his arms around my neck, and fell into my body as we both cried and hugged for what seemed like a long time. Donny was the first to break the hug, sat up and said, “Let’s stop talking about this now and go have some fun. I want to go shopping; I think I may need another stuffed Mickey.” He gave me a half smile to punctuate what is clearly, now a running joke between us. I only hope that I can go back to seeing Mickey as something other than Donny’s sex toy.

Donny wanted to drop by the room to get his wallet for shopping. When we got to the room, there was flashing light on the phone indicating a message was waiting. I picked up the receiver and pressed the message button and heard Mark’s voice on the other end, “Hey Walt I dropped by the hotel and you and Donny were not there so I’m leaving you this message. The guys and I are going to stay in Paris for the rest of the trip. I grabbed our luggage and we will meet you at the airport on Friday at 1:00 PM. I have left some cash for you to cover your costs for looking after Donny and some extra to buy yourself a couple steaks as well. I know you are going to be pissed at me, but we are having a lot of fun. You and Donny are going to have a great time without us getting in your way and I will make this up to you! If you need me for anything or just want to yell at me, the phone number to our hotel room in Paris is 06 55 55 22 23. Do me a huge favor and try to get Donny to not tell our parents when they talk tonight on the phone. Have a great time buddy and I can’t wait to tell you about everything we have done so far!” and with that, the message ended. 

I stood there incredulous that Mark would do this, but in light of all that Donny and I have been through and need to talk about, just being the two of us would likely be for the best anyway. Suddenly this feeling of dread came over me as I also realized that when sweet Donny became Donny the horn dog again, I was going to be in trouble again if I could not distract or resist him. I wonder if you can buy saltpeter at Euro Disney. 

As I hung up the phone, Donny asked, “Everything ok?”

“The guys have picked up their bags and decided to stay in Paris until we go home Friday. It’s just you and me now for the rest of the trip.” I pretended to look sad.

Donny whooped. “That is fantastic. We are going to have so much fun!”

I think Mickey and I are in big trouble.

 

 

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