Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2017 09:33:30 +0100 (CET)
From: Mad Mouse <mad.mouse (at) mailfence (dot) com>
Subject: Mad for the Mouse

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the adult-youth sexual interactions except from reading other stories here
and recalling the fun I had a young lad with my pals. This is the first
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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 labour 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 lead 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 baptise 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, hard working law graduates were more
interested in pursing "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 centre 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 some time... 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 some
times", 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 they
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 peaking 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 others 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 years
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 waste band 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 your self 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 inny 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 onh 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 inny 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 happed? 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 honour 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 waste band 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 behaviour 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 leaned
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
hypnotising 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 neighbourhood. 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 breech 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 girl friend, 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,
its 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
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 signalling 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 ejaculaton
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.