The Ursula Major

 

It’s 7:32 AM and another day dawns here at the gates of the happiest place on earth. It’s another day of being hungry, unhappy, alone and unwanted. My name is Aaron, and I live at the Ursula Major Motel on Highway 192 in Kissimmee Florida. Yes, I “live” in a motel and not in a house or an apartment like most other 11-year-old boys. My home is a tiny room with two beds, a TV and a bathroom that I share with my mom. Actually “share” isn’t the right word, it is more that I am allowed to use my mother’s room when she wants me around.

 

I think that once upon a time, this was a happy place where families stayed when they were visiting Walt Disney World, which is just down the street. Now the motel pool is green and off limits; the former games room is a place where scary men come to drink and play cards with the manager of the Ursula Major, Sid. Most of the people who live here are poor or sick. Not like a tummy ache sick, I mean sick in the head or sick from taking drugs.

 

My life didn’t start this way; I am actually from a small town in Canada where I had a real home, a grandmother that adored me and life was fun. My home town is Stratford, the same place Justin Bieber is from. Back then, I lived with my mom and my grandma in a big house, with a big backyard. We did not have a lot of money, but my grandma took good care of me while mom worked at Tim Horton’s. I went to school, had friends, a full tummy, toys and clean clothes. I was happy. It was just mom, grandma and me until the day almost two years ago when Kevin showed up and within hours of his arrival, my world changed forever on my 10th birthday.

 

Technically Kevin was my father, though I have never met him before. My mom said he was coming to meet me and celebrate my special day, but up to then I have never got as much as a birthday card from him.  On this “special day”, when I finally came face to face with my dad, he looked at me, scowled and said, “this little fag can’t be my kid”.  He then told me never to call him dad, father, or anything except sir or Kevin. Mom yelled at him and said that I was his son as she had not been with any other boys when she was 14 and he was 22 when they accidentally created me.

 

I burst into tears and buried my head in the couch. Mom and Grandma freaked out on him for being so mean and hurtful and all three then yelled at each other until mom ran from the house and Kevin ran after her. He was screaming at her that it was her fault that I looked like a sissy boy. Grandma walked over to me, sat down and started to pat my back to calm me.

 

“Don’t worry about what Kevin says, he is a scumbag and doesn’t deserve to have a son like you. You are perfect, and I love you more than anything. I will never let that man hurt you or your mother,” grandma said as she continued to pat my back.

I stopped crying, moved over the sit on grandma’s lap and hugged her tight. “I love you, grandma.” I saw tears streaming down her cheeks and worry in her eyes.

 

I don’t know why Kevin called me a fag because I was too young to be gay or straight. He just decided to label me by looking at me. I already hated him for never being there and now ruining my 10th birthday. Sure, I was little for my age, but I think I looked like a normal boy. I certainly felt like just a regular kid. I liked girls and boys as friends and had no interest in kissing or that other stuff. Even at 9, I knew very well what that hateful word meant and the terrible way it is used on the playground. I was devastated that my father had nothing better to say on our first meeting, my birthday, than to call me a fag. At that moment, Kevin was just an unwelcome man that had come into my life and disrupted my family and NOT my father. Sure, his sperm might have made me, but that is the only connection we had or will ever have in the future. He is dead to me.

 

A few minutes later, mom came running back into the house in tears.  She slammed and locked the door and yelled, “call 9-1-1, he is crazy.” Kevin arrived at the door and pounded on it demanding to be let in. Finally, he forced his way into the home by breaking the flimsy door. Grandma was angry and yelled at him that this was her house and she made the rules, he was not welcome, and he had to leave now, or she would call the police. All three of them fought and yelled at each other. Grandma was not taking any crap from Kevin, but he eventually lost his temper and pushed grandma yelling at her to “shut the fuck up” as she stumbled.

 

Grandma fell backwards, smashed her head on the fireplace as she landed. She was screaming in pain and mom ran to her side to help. I looked over at her and saw blood running from her nose and ears. Mom yelled at Kevin to call the paramedics. Grandma suddenly became silent.  Mom was freaking out, and Kevin got angry and started yelling at mom, “you are a drama queen. She is alright. She just fell. I barely touched her.”

 

A fire truck and an ambulance came a few minutes later and took her away to the hospital. Mom went with her and left me with Kevin. As she was leaving, she said, “Aaron, be a good boy, I am going to the hospital to stay with Grandma.  Kevin, I need you to grow up and be a man and watch your son while I go and help my mamma,” and she left. It was just Kevin and me, and I was crying and scared, Kevin kept yelling at me to shut up.

 

I couldn’t stop crying. Getting fed up, Kevin grabbed me, looked me in the eye and screamed: “shut the fuck up you little faggot”. He stunk like beer, and it was then I realized that he was drunk. I still couldn’t stop crying, so he flung me over his knee, pulled down my pajama pants and started to spank me hard.  All the time yelling at me, “take this you little bitch” and “this is what a cry baby faggot gets”. His slaps on my bare bum were stinging, and his yelling was scaring me even more.

 

I’d lost track of the number of spanks, but eventually, he was slowing and stopped yelling. His slaps on my bum tuned into rubbing.  He went dead silent and just kept rubbing his hand in circles over my bum muttering to himself. The rubbing continued, and I calmed down and also became silent. He tugged my pajamas down more so they were gathered at my ankles and pulled up my shirt and started rubbing my back, from my neck down to my bum. He spread my legs with his hand and added the area between my legs to the rubbing.

 

His hand lightly traced little circles down my back, over both bum cheeks and between my legs and then back up again. I felt his penis get hard under his pants as he thrusted up against my naked penis all while continuing to rub me as I lay across his lap.

 

He did not say a word to me, but was breathing weird and loudly. He took his free hand and put it down his pants, and I could feel it moving up and down in his pants. He tilted my body up, exposed the front of his jean and unsnapped the button and pulled down his fly. His hand continued rubbing his hard penis, and he was moaning loudly. The rubbing got faster; his moaning became louder. As scared as I was, he was making me feel really good.

 

He fished his penis out of his underwear, and I felt it poking my little dickie. I wanted to see what was happening, but the way I was draped over his knee, I could only feel what he was doing, but it felt amazing, and for a few minutes, I forgot what had just happened with grandma.

 

Kevin was calm, moaning and breathing hard when suddenly the phone rang and brought us both back to reality. He stood and dumped me violently off his lap, and I fell to the floor. He just glared at me like it was my fault. I lay there with my little penis as hard as a rock, dazed and disoriented. He pointed at it and said “you have a boner, what kind of queer are you? Pull your pants up faggot!“

 

Just as the phone stopped ringing, there was a knock on the door, and Kevin went to answer. I was sitting there stunned with my PJ’s around my ankles.  I heard some very loud voices at the door. The other voice was that of a man, the two men. Kevin sounded angry, and then he suddenly ran through the house towards the back door followed by two uniformed police officers carrying guns. One officer tackled Kevin to the ground, and the other put hand cuffs on him and had his knee on his back.

 

Just then, a lady officer came in calling my name. I was afraid to respond and did not move. I looked down and noticed that my now soft little penis was still on full display, but I had peed all over the place from being scared.  I started to cry again, and the lady officer noticed me, kneeled and spoke calmly, “Are you, Aaron?” I nodded my head and kept looking down at my mess not wanting to make eye contact out of embarrassment.

 

“Aaron, your mom asked me to come and find you and bring you to the hospital to be with her. Do you understand?” the kind officer said. I just nodded yes.

I heard movement, and more loud voices, as one of the officers was guiding Kevin past me to the front door. The other officer was speaking to him saying, “I am arresting you for assault and manslaughter. You have the right to retain and instruct counsel without delay. You also have the right to free and immediate legal advice from duty counsel. Do you understand?”  Kevin responded, “fuck you.” I did not hear the rest of the conversation.

 

When I heard the word manslaughter, I knew what was happening… my grandmother was dead. I started to cry, and as Kevin passed me, he yelled “Shut up you little homo, it’s all your fault that you were even born. Your mother should have gotten the abortion…” At which point, the police officer that read him his rights punched Kevin in the gut, he buckled over, and the two of them dragged him out of the house and out of my life.

 

The kind lady officer hugged me and whispered, “You are safe, and everything is going to be all right.  Let’s get you to your mother sweetie.” Another lady officer came in and sat down observing both of us. The original officer continued to hug and comfort me as I cried, with my penis on display and sitting in my pee. The other lady officer leaned over and said, “Hi Aaron, I’m Judy. Let’s get you cleaned up and to the hospital to see your mom.”

 

The other officer, gently pulled me away from her chest and looked in my red and wet eyes and said, “Did your father hurt you or touch your privates?”

I looked at her, not knowing what she meant.  “You are on the floor with your pants down, and Mr. Raymond had his pants open when he opened the door. Did he do anything to you or did he make you touch him?” she asked.

 

I just nodded my head, too afraid to talk about it.

 

Officer Judy picked up her radio, and said, “Rick, I think we need to add some more, he molested the boy as well.”

We stood up, Judy helped me out of my now soaking pajamas pants and shirt, wrapped her jacket around me as asked, “Where is your room?”

 

I showed the two police officers the way to my room. I sat on my bed and just stared into space while they talked to me. I honestly do not know what they were saying or what they wanted me to do. I became aware when I felt one of the officers remove her jacket, fully exposing my naked body. “Can you pick some clean clothes to change into Aaron,” Judy said, they both stared at me sitting with my privates on display.

 

I hadn’t yet moved to get clothes so Judy took my hand and said, “Elaine, can you find some clothes while I take Aaron into the bathroom to clean him up.”  Judy smiled and winked at me and went to my dresser and started to rummage through drawers as Elaine escorted me the washroom.

 

Once in the washroom Elaine grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in warm water and handed it to me. “Can you wipe down the lower part of your body to clean off the pee. Then we will get you dried and dressed.”  I guess I did not do the job justice as they both just laughed at my feeble job. Judy grabbed the cloth from me said “let me help,” and took over.

 

She was gentle but thorough as she started to wipe me with the warm cloth from just above my belly button and working down where the pee had gone when I had my accident earlier.  Even though I had recently watched an arrest and heard the adults discussing the death of my grandmother, I was, at the time, not realizing that my life had just changed forever.  I was in a dreamlike state that later I would learn was shock. I just stood there now keenly focused on the fact that I was naked, being wiped down by a lady police officer while another stood there watching.

 

“Aaron, you’re being so brave right now. You are doing great. Soon our friends will be finished with Kevin; then we can get you dressed and take you to your mother. She wants to see you,” said the other officer as she stood there and watched Judy wipe my naked body.

 

“I have some questions for you as I help to clean you up buddy,” Judy said.  She was wiping just above my penis now, and she rinsed out the cloth and returned with it.  She skipped my penis and started at my feet and wiped between each toe and moved up.

 

“Can you help us understand what Kevin did to you,” Elaine said as she flashed a wink and an odd smile at Judy who returned the smile as she nodded to her partner.

 

Judy stood, looked at me and said, “Did Kevin touch here?” as she put her hand on my penis. I kind of jumped as I had not expected that she would grab it with her hand.  I knew that she would get to it for cleaning with the cloth, but she was holding it and was lightly twisting and moving it around. “Did Kevin do this at all to your cute little penis?” Elaine said as she watched Judy’s hand play with my penis. 

 

As Judy did this, my penis was getting very hard and the feeling go through my body was unlike anything I have ever felt before. I mumbled something, and Judy said, “I am sorry buddy, I can’t hear you. Did Kevin ever play like this with your adorable little penis.”  “A little. He poked my penis with his penis, he spanked me and rubbed my bare bum,” I responded through the blissful feelings that were radiating through my body as Judy kept playing with me.

Elaine approached me and started to rub my bum, “So Kevin rubbed this delicious little bottom of yours, but did he put his fingers or his penis in here,” as she slipped a finger in my bum crack and started to poke at my poop hole. “Eww, no. Gross! He just rubbed back and forth on my naked butt and poked my penis with his while he played with himself.”

 

Just then, Judy leaned over and put my hard penis in her mouth and start bobbing up and down while she held and played with my testicles. I thought I was going to fall over, the feeling exploded in me, and I started to pump my penis in and out of her mouth and involuntarily moaned. I had no idea what was happening or where these feelings were coming from. The other officer was still poking at my bum hole, running her finger through my crack and steadying me as Judy sucked my penis and played with my balls. She said, with a big smile, a deep voice and a little laugh, “Did Kevin even suck your little boy toy penis like Judy is right now?” All I could do is shake my head while my eyes rolled back in my head. 

 

I started to feel this strange tingly feeling and the need to push my little penis as far in Judy’s mouth as possible. Judy started to talk weird, “that’s it baby, push that big boy cock in my mouth as far as you can.” I pumped and panted as pressure started to build in my body that felt like it wanted to explode out of my penis. Then I had this overwhelming need to pee. I said, “Please stop, I am going to pee in your mouth.” Judy, with a mouth full of my little boy cock, said, “No you aren’t baby, that is the beginning of the best feeling in the world! Oh god, I hope you can squirt cum.” 

 

Then suddenly it all ended with a call over the walkie-talkies that both of the officers were wearing. Judy quickly stood, allowing my acing penis to fall from her mouth. I took over stroking it while Judy listened to her radio, “Unit 33, clearing the residence. Proceed to central lockup.  Unit 101, you have command of the scene.”  Officer Judy grabbed the mic from her shoulder and replied. “Copy that 3-3, 101 will clear the scene, deliver the minor to the hospital and secure the premises. Over.”

 

I was still jacking my penis trying to finish what Judy had started. “Aww sweetie, you are going to have to stop that now, we are out of time. Let’s get you dressed and moving you sexy little boy. You gave us some great answers so we can fill out our reports and make sure Kevin never hurts you again. You helped us,” Judy Said. “Your interviewing skills sure are effective, officer,” Elaine said with a chuckle.

 

My penis was about to do something, but I have no idea what but I sure as heck need to find out! As I pulled up my clean pants, the events of the day came flooding back, and I remembered that my grandma was dead and I had no idea what was going to happen next.

 

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