Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2024 12:58:00 -0500
From: projectfuture@morke.org
Subject: Hopping the World - Chapters 1 & 2

Hello and Happy New Year!

It has been a while since I last published under title Mad for the Mouse,
and I am starting the new year with a new story "Hopping Around the
World."  Like all my works, there is a Disney or Movie based theme to them
and this one takes place in December of 2023.  To those who have read my
previous stories, I am sorry that I have left all of them undone. I am NOT
a professional writer and inspiration is hard to come by sometimes and
sometimes it vanishes for more than a year!

You can find all my previous stories in one place at
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/mad-for-the-mouse/

I hope to tie all the others up in 2024 once I have this one done. Or
maybe it will be left dangling too.  Once way to help is to provide
feedback, art, stories, notes, and general inspiration to keep going. With
my previous stories they started with lots of feedback and then it stopped
like I was writing for nobody. If you have written me in the last year at
my old address, I would never have seen it as I lost the password and
could never regain access to the account. For those of us with these
interests, it can be very lonely so a friendly note would really help make
it worthwhile. My email is projectfuture[at]morke.org

As with all my stories, the characters and the narrative are 100% fiction
and written purely for entertainment and as an outlet for those who need
it. Nothing written here, or in any of my stories, should be considered
educational and if you cannot separate fact from fantasy then please stop
reading now. Never hurt a child in any way -- physically or emotionally.
Use my stories as an outlet to get it out of your system without doing
anything you and the child would regret for a lifetime.

Nifty is a wonderful resource for us, please consider a donation to keep
it alive and include a note to beg them to keep these types of stories
online on this platform as they transition to their new site without us.

If this type of reading material is illegal where you are right now, move
or stop reading it. You should be 18 or over to read this, but frankly if
you are here and need this kind of story have at it at your own risk.

Regards,
Mad Mouse

Hopping Around the World -- Chapter 1

"How many," the young cast member asked me as I was next in line for the
Skyliner at Disney World. "One, "I said. "Take the red car," the cast
member said.

As I was stepping aboard, I head the same question asked of the next
person in line and heard a very young voice respond, "one."  "You are in
the red car," the cast member said and as I sat down in my gondola with
decal of a smiling Peter Pan, Wendy and the Lost Boys on the window, a
young boy walked in and sat down opposite of me facing backwards to the
motion of the gondola. As the door closed and the gondola sped up, the boy
swivelled in his seat to face forward.

As we cleared Hollywood Studios, the boy turned in his seat and smiled at
me.  I returned the smile and asked him if a lost boy. He giggled, getting
my reference to the characters that adorned our vehicle.

"No, but that would be fun," he said.

"Well, you are flying like Peter Pan," I said.

"But that would make you Captain Hook and we would have to have a sword
fight," he said giggling.

"Well, I will have to pass, Master Pan, as I left my sword back in my boat."

The boy giggled and smiled at our banter.

"My name is Jacob, not Peter Pan," the boy said.

"And I am Gary, not Captain Hook. Well, I was a captain, but I have no
hook," I said displaying that I had both hands.

"You were a captain? Like in the Air Force?" the boy said excitedly.

"No, I was a captain working in a police department in New York State
until I retired earlier this year."

"Cool!  Do you have a gun," the boy asked.

"No sir. No hook and no gun. Aren't you too of young to be all by
yourself," I asked.

"I just turned 11, so I am allowed to ride rides and park transportation
alone.  My parents took my little stepbrother to Lego Land and let me stay
here for the day," the boy responded beaming with pride. Where is your
family," he asked.

"I'm here all by myself," I answered.

I should introduce myself before we get much further into this story. My
name is Gary Sinclair, and I am a retired police Captain from a small
community in New York state. I am 61 years old and recently retired from
policing after 35 years. I am married with 3 adult boys and 4 grandsons. I
have been coming to Walt Disney World annually since my youngest son was 5
and now since retirement, I make two trips a year -- one with my wife and
various members of the family and then a solo trip between Thanksgiving
and Christmas. For you Disney nerds out there, I am a Disney Vacation Club
Member at Bay Lake Towers. This story takes place during one of my solo
trips in December of 2023.

I love everything about Disney and have since I was a very young child. My
parents never had to the money to bring me to any of the parks when
growing up, but I had a steady diet of Disney Movies, books and, of
course, the Wonderful World of Disney on TV every Sunday night. By all
accounts, I am a pretty normal family guy with a passion for Disney.

As this story unfolds, I was just enjoying a ride on the Skyliner with no
plan for the day other than my early morning ride on Rise of the
Resistance, I just planned on enjoying the Christmas atmosphere on
property and go wherever the days takes me. I have my annual pass, my
resort room for five days and planned on having a blast.

I really like kids and I am comfortable around them. I really love being a
father and grandfather and hanging out with my boys as much as they will
let me. The fact I am ashamed of admitting is that I really like preteen
boys. Let me assure you, I am not a pedophile. I think it is just that I
am just a big kid myself. I have never acted on my attraction with one of
my own boys and grandsons. I have not had a n inappropriate interaction
with a boy since I was a boy myself when I had lots of fun sharing
harmless penis games with my buddies.

Now back to the present, Jacob, the boy that just joined me on my gondola
was a real cutie. Longish blond hair, blue eyes, lightly freckled and a
smile so bright it could be seen from space. He was 4' 9" and 90 pounds.
He was dressed in Disney merchandise from heard to toe; Mickey hat and
t-shirt, shorts with a giant 1971 logo D on the leg and Mickey crocks. He
had the same backpack I was carrying, a Disney Vacation Club model with
Mickey looking through binoculars. He was clearly a fanboy like me.

"Where are you headed today," I asked.

"I am on a mission to visit all 22 resorts on property and get a map from
each one. Also, I must use every form of Disney Transportation at least
once -- bus, monorail, Skyliner and boat and be back at Saratoga Springs by
9pm," he explained.

"No parks?" I asked.

"No, not today. My parents don't have a lot of money and we only have a
couple days' worth of tickets to go together."

"Well, your plan sounds like a lot of fun. Maybe I could join your
mission?" I asked.

"That would be amazing Captain Gary!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I really
didn't want to spend the day alone, so this is awesome," he continued.

"Just call me Gary. Where do we start?" I asked.

"Art of Animation, the All Stars and Pop Century," he said.

"Sounds fun, I have never been in any of the value resorts, and they look
amazing," I said.

"We stayed in Pop Century once before my grandpa bought me Disney vacation
club points at Saratoga Springs and now that is where we stay all the
time," he said.  Pop Century is a lot of fun, but Saratoga is a little
boring for kids, but I spend most of the time doing stuff."

Jacob moved across the cabin and sat on my side and scooted up very close
to me. It was a little alarming since I had known Jacob all of five
minutes and already, he is right beside me tight to my body.

"Can we snuggle up, the wind in here is making me cold," he said as he
leaned into my body,

He was cold and shivering. Early morning in December can be chilly even in
Florida when you are a skinny little kid in shorts and a t-shirt with the
wind is whipping in the big windows vents of the gondola.  I wrapped my
arm around him, and he wiggled in to be as close as possible to share my
body heat. I must admit that this felt nice. I missed snuggling with
little boys since my guys were young.  My grandkids were more rambunctious
than affectionate. This was nice.

As we sailed across the sky, I rubbed his bare arm that wasn't wedged into
my side. I was basking in the delight of holding this cute boy in my arms
with his tiny body nestled into mine.

"Did you bring a sweater in your backpack buddy," I asked.

"No, I didn't but I have a gift card, maybe I should buy one at the first
hotel," he said as he continued to wiggle into my body to try and absorb
more of my body heat.

Just then, the gondola stopped, and an announcement was made that we would
start up again soon. With us not moving, it was not as cold but still
chilly as the overcast day had not warmed up the December morning yet.

We sat and continued to snuggle as I rubbed his goose bumped bare skin on
his arm.

"Can I sit on your lap, and you can wrap both arms around me? I am still
cold," he asked.

 "Umm, sure you can," I responded as I helped him up onto my lap, opened
my hoodie and wrapped it around both of us and then wrapped my arms
around the boy.  He leaned into me and nestled his head between my head
and shoulder.

As we sat there dangling alone in our gondola, Jacob was silent and
seemingly just enjoying the physical contact with me. But as we sat there,
I returned to my earlier thought about how strange this situation and how
trusting and forward Jacob was. This boy had no issue making friends with
an adult male and initiating physical contact and even going further
expanding it to sitting on my lap. This was as cozy for me as I am sure it
was for him, but it seemed so unusual. In this day of stranger danger, to
be that trusting and intimate with a stranger seems incongruent. Maybe it
wasn't just the cold, could he also be starving for affection?

Whatever the reason, I sure was enjoying it. I am a very touchy-feely kind
of guy. Not inappropriately, just friendly, and generous with hugs and
physical gestures with everyone I know. I missed the close contact with my
boys, they always wanted a hug or a snuggle right into their teens.  I
forgot how much I missed it until now.  I wish my grandkids would slow
down enough to cuddle with gramps.

"How long do you think we will be stuck here," Jacob asked with a little
nervousness in his voice after the third recording played saying we would
be moving soon.

"Not sure buddy, but I don't think very long. I think the longest I have
experienced this is ten minutes," I responded.

"We are safe, right? I mean, we aren't going to fall or anything?" he asked.

"No, almost always these delays are an issue with a guest loading or
unloading. Usually not an actual problem with the system. There is nothing
to worry about buddy," I responded.

20 minutes passes and many more recorded announcements telling us we would
be moving again soon. Jacob was getting extra squirmy as we sat there, I
guess he was getting bored, nervous or both. "Do you want to get down. You
seem to be a little squirmy."

"No, but I really have to pee," he said as he wriggled around on my lap.

It was not the actual wriggling that was bothering me, it was what it was
doing to me. My penis was starting to react to the activity that was
happening on top of it, and I did not want Jacob to think I was some kind
of pervert if he felt the result on his bum that was pressing into it.

"Can you wait a little bit longer."

"No, it is starting to hurt. I needed to go before on got on the gondola.
I thought it would only be a few minutes and I would use the washroom in
the Caribbean Beach station."

Both as a practical solution but also to avoid the situation in my pants,
I suggest he stand up and pace. He did and he reported that it was not
working. At least it worked for my problem n my pants.

Suddenly, like a flash, I recalled a situation when the gondola system had
an accident and people were stranded for hours. I recalled the stories
about how people coped and recalled hearing that there is emergency kit
under the seat.  I immediately found it, twisted the lock tab, slid it out
and opened it and found the waste bags that were for urination, vomit, and
so on.  Jacob watched and immediately saw what I was thinking.

"Jacob, if you really can't hold it there is this bag that you can pee
in," I said.

My next words were to be that I would turn around and not look so he would
have privacy, but before I could get that out, he immediately pulled his
shorts, undies and crocks off and stood there in only his t-shirt that he
was suspended under his chin.

"OK, ready!" he said.

I tried to hand him the bag, but he said that he wanted me to hold it
while he peed. This made me incredibly uncomfortable. Here I was in a
gondola surrounded by glass with other stranded guests around us and with
me an almost completely naked boy who I was not related to and met 30
minutes ago.  My cop brain was trying to decide if I would believe that or
not if I was investigating inappropriate conduct with a minor.

My hesitation was increasing the pee pee dance to manic proportions as the
boy squeezed his penis to stop the flow.

"Please hurry, I can't hold it!"

I opened the bag to its full depth and held it out for him to relieve
himself. As I awaited the stream, a gust of wind jostled the gondola and
Jacob stumbled and fell releasing his flow which now was streaming onto
the floor of the Gondola.

We both panicked, Jacob tried to stop the flow and couldn't. I tried to
catch what was pouring forth from his boy bits and reached out and took
hold of his penis and pointed it into the bag as Jacob held himself off
the floor to avoid soaking himself in the urine already pooling on the
floor. This was not the first time I had to stop a pee emergency with a
much younger child in such a manner, but it was the only time for a
12-year-old who I was not the father of.

I was unsure how to decipher the look on his face as he drained his
bladder in the bag.  He was staring into my eyes with this look of shock
that could have been from the fall, the pool of urine on the floor or that
this pervert he was alone with was now holding on to his most private part
contrary to every warning he has ever received about good touch -- bad
touch.

As the flow stopped, he announced that he was done. I dutifully shook the
drops off and tied the bag closed and helped him upright. He stood there
in shock and started to cry.

"I am sorry I touched your penis Jacob, please forgive me," I stammered.

Through sniffles, Jacob said, "I am not crying because of that, it is that
this was so embarrassing, and I have made a mess. I should have just held
it. I am so sorry that you had to see that and get pee on your hands."

He paused.

"And I am sorry about that," once again lifting his t-shirt exposing his
now very erect 4" boner.

"Oh Jacob, relax. I am a dad and a grandfather of a bunch of boys, there
is nothing I have not seen hundreds of times... even that," I said while
pointing at his hard little pink penis as it pulsed with his heartbeat."

I grabbed his shorts and undies and checked that they were dry;
fortunately, they were as they had been placed on the bench.

"Let's get you cleaned up, dressed and ready for the day," I said.

I opened my backpack and found the Ziplock that I had packed with a couple
of wet facecloths that I always carry as cooling towels.

Notwithstanding his best effort to avoid the torrent of pee, he was
covered with it from just above his innie belly button to his toes. I
handed him the first of the facecloths.

He just sniffed as his teats were slowing. "Can you do it please," he
asked pitifully.

"Sure buddy," I responded. Before I tackled the nasty stuff, I wiped away
his tears on his face and then went to work on his body.

"Can you hold up your shirt so I can get your tummy."

Jacob simply removed his shirt leaving him entirely naked.

"That works, I guess," I said as I went to work using the cloth to
systematically wipe him down from top down.

He flinched from the cold towel hitting his body and then relaxed as I
wiped every square inch of his torso and back. As I did this, I saw his
bum for the first time, and I could feel my own parts reacting. It was a
perfect and perky bubble that made my heart race and my junior partner in
my pants to become alert.

I cleaned his ripe little melons and dipped a little in between to make
sure I got anything that had seeped in. As I spun him around, I once again
saw his very hard circumcised penis point up and pulsing.  I replaced the
cloth I was using with the extra one and carefully wiped off his penis
which resulted in a moan from his body. I looked up and his eyes were
closed and his mouth open and breathing hard. I probably cleaned this 4.5"
of real estate more than any other part of him but then the gondola
lurched again. I though we were moving again but it was just the wind.  I
snapped out of sexually induced trace and released his boy toy and grabbed
his scrotum and cleaned it quicker than he wanted as he elicited a quiet
"aww" when I moved to his legs,'' which I sped through worrying that the
car would move anytime now, and I did not want to arrive at the loading
areas with a fully naked and erect boy.

"All set Jacob lets get you dressed," As I used a moist towelette to clean
my hands, he put is own shirt on and then handed me his undies, steadied
himself on my shoulder and lifted a leg in like he wanted me to help him
put it on.  I complied and pulled it over one foot and then the next and
then pulled them up.

"Think of math homework and dog poop," I said with a smile.

"Huh."

"It is an old trick I used when I was your aged to make my penis get soft."

He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them and announced. Didn't
work, I will have to fix it later," he stated matter-of-factly.

I knew what he meant but chose not to react. I helped him get dressed and
he put his own crocks on and sat on the bench.

No sooner had he sat down then the PA came to life announcing that the
gondola would start again in 2 minutes. I closed the emergency kit, left
it on the bench and sat down. Jacob still looked miserable and sat across
from me looking at his swinging feet.

The gondola lurched to life, and we descended into the Caribbean Beach
resort. As we stopped, I grabbed the bag of pee and my backpack and as the
doors opened, we both stepped out and I explained what had happened to the
cast member. She put an out of service tag on the door and it continued
off on its circuit, but with nobody in it.

We walked out of the gondola offload area walking towards a garbage can.
After depositing the bag of pee, I turned around and Jacob was gone.
Without a word, he had disappeared, and I was heartbroken.


The Resort Hoppers -- Chapter 2

As I stood in the Caribbean Beach Skyliner station trying to decide what
to do next, the PA came to life again to update us on the status of the
system. While it had started up again and we were able to get off, they
were no loading new guests and continued to offload those who had been
stuck. The announcement indicated that the Skyliner would be down until
further notice and suggested that passengers use buses instead. I have
been through this before and decided to wait around for the System to
reset as it usually does.

I looked around again for any sign of Jacob and it appeared he had ghosted
me. I was replaying what happened in the gondola to try and figure out
what I had done to scare the boy off. While I did hold his penis, at his
insistence, to help him pee in the bag and again to try and clean him up
after he had fallen when the car swayed in the wind, I did not initiate
anything and certainly was not doing anything sexual in my mind, but I am
not sure what he was thinking.

Jacob's plan to visit each resort in one day was kind of a fun one and I
had never been to Caribbean Beach Resort, so I decided to use the wait
time to wander over there, check out the Christmas décor, snap a few pics
and grab a resort map.

As I entered the resort, I thought I saw Jacob in the lobby and started
towards him. As I was approaching, he saw me and took off again. I did not
want to be accused of being a stalker of an 11-year-old boy, so I hung
back and watch where he went. It appeared he went to the washroom, but
there was not good line-of-sight so I could not be sure. After a discreet
pause, I moved towards the washroom and entered. He was not in the open,
but there was a closed stall. I entered the one next to it and closed the
door.

I carefully bent over and observed the pair of crocks visible from under
the wall, they were the ones he was wearing earlier. Not wanting to scare
him, I spoke through the wall quietly and calmly.

"Hey buddy, it's Gary. I am not chasing you; I came here to check out the
resort while I wait for the Skyliner to start again and saw you in the
lobby. It seems you wanted to get away from me and that is ok.  I just
wanted to make sure you are ok because you took off without saying
anything. I am going to leave now and will be sitting in the lobby for 5
minutes, if you want to talk come on out and we can do that, if I do not
see you in that time, I will leave you alone and I will continue with my
day. I am not sure what happened and if I did anything to scare you or
make you uncomfortable, I am sorry.  I was looking forward to hanging out
with you. If I don't see you again, stay safe and Merry Christmas buddy."

I got up and left, got my resort map, and had a seat in the lobby checking
out to nice holiday décor.  5 minutes passed... then 10 and at 15 minutes I
realized he was not coming, and I got up and left the resort and headed
back to the Skyliner station. Before I entered, I took one look back along
the path to see if Jacob was coming and he was nowhere in sight.

The gondolas were moving again, but there was quite a line up and took my
place in the back. It took about 15 minutes to get to the front and as I
was waiting and amount to get my gondola, I felt a small hand taking mine
and looked down into the face of Jacob who simply smiled and said "sorry."
 The cast member asked how many in our party, Jacob said two as he
squeezed my hand, and we were assigned a yellow gondola. We took our seats
on the way to the Riviera station.

Jacob sat on one side, and I sat on the other just looking at each other
waiting for the other person to speak. The trip to Riviera was only a
short three minute one and I decided to jump in and ask if we should get
off and visit the Riveria resort. Jacob smiled broadly got up and hugged
me tightly.

As we excited the gondola at the Riviera station, Jacob once again too my
hand and remained quiet as we strolled over to the resort.

"I grabbed a map from the Caribbean for you," I said to break the ice once
again.

"Thank you, I got one too," he replied.

"Cool, then let's get two of each at each resort and I can start a
collection too."

We did not spend a ton of time looking around, but checked out the
Christmas décor, visited the gift store and got two maps from the
concierge. Jacob continued to be quiet but kept his hand firmly attached
to mine as much as possible as if I was going to try and dessert him.

We made out way back to the Skyliner Station and discussed next steps and
even though it was going backwards, we decided to go to Art of Animation
and the Pop Century next.

We boarded our gondola and again Jacob sat quietly opposite me.

"So, we have about 10 minutes for this trip, let's discuss what happened
back at Caribbean," I said.

"I am so sorry Gary. I was a jerk, but I was embarrassed about what
happened on the gondola plus I lied to you."

"Listen to me. I am a dad of three boys, and I have 4 boy grandchildren.
What happened is not embarrassing, let me assure you.  I have been peed,
puked and pooped on more than I can count. I have seen naked boys a
gazillion times, and you have the same parts as they do. Please do not be
embarrassed."

"But have any of them make you hold their boner penises to pee?"

"Not at 11, that is for sure. But it is no big deal and you do not need to
be embarrassed about it.  I would suggest you never ask a stranger to do
that again, but it was no big deal.  What is the lie you told me?"

Jacob got quiet again and clearly was nervous about telling me about his lie.

"Come on Jacob, how did you lie to me?"

"I lied about why I am alone. My parents are not at Lego land with my
brother.  I don't even have a brother. I am here with my mother and her
new boyfriend, and they told me to leave and not come back for the day
because they wanted to be alone. My dad is dead, and my mother isn't very
nice to me since he died. She spends all her time with boy friends when we
come here even though my grandfather gave me his Disney Vacation Club
points, she always makes me do stuff alone."

He was crying now, and I extended my arms to encourage him to come in for
a hug. I felt better letting him come to me and he did. He hugged be and
sobbed.

"Buddy, it's ok. I forgive the lie and I understand why you told it. That
is an unpleasant situation and not fair for them to send an 11-year-old
off like that," I said now fully understanding the unusual intimacy with a
stranger. The poor kid is starved for affection and sought it out from me.

As he clung to me, I scooped him up by the bum and turned him to sit on my
lap with his legs draped over mine. While we sat like this, he gradually
stopped the sobbing, and I stroked his head and rubbed his back to comfort
him.

Just then, the Skyliner stopped again. To be clear, this does happen a
lot. The previous time today it was obviously more complex, but this is
not unusual.  Jacob popped his head up from my shoulder with eyes and
cheeks red from tears.

"Not again!" he said.  At least this time I don't have to pee," and we
both giggled at his joke. HE resumed snuggling into me, but this time did
not bury his face and wanted to talk more.

"There is one more thing," he said. "Please do not hate me, but I think I
am gay.  I think the reason my mom is not nice to me is because to caught
me kissing a friend. A boy friend and I told her I though I was gay. She
freaked out and has been mean to me ever since."

"Oh, you poor kid. No, I do not hate you. Being gay is not a good thing or
a bad thing, it is just who you are. I am sorry your mother reacted that
way."

"She tells everyone too. Like she is trying to shame me. Her current
boyfriend calls be all sorts of names; queer, gay boy, fairy, cocksucker
and other things.  To be honest, I am glad I am on my own right now, they
are both not very fun. He said he was going to take me to the Bibbidi
Bobbidi Boutique today to have me dressed like the princess that I am.  I
hate him so much."

"That is a lot to deal with Jacob. Let's just have some fun right now and
we can talk about this later today.  What time do you have to be back."

"I don't think they care, but they said not to come home until late and
not to come in if the do not disturb sign is on the door. Last time, it
was midnight before they let me back in."

I was getting angrier and angrier as he disclosed his story to me, but I
did not want to make this day about Jacob and not his mother.

"No more talk about mothers and boyfriends and we are about to arrive at
Art of Animation, dry your eyes and let's get ready to explore!"

We wandered around the Art of Animation and its neighbour Pop Century, two
Disney value resorts that are both like attractions themselves in themed
with Disney animated characters and giant pop culture icons through the
grounds and lobbied. We retrieved our resort maps and were on our way out
of the Pop Century when I realized by the grumble in my gut that it was
11:00 and it was getting close to lunch, and I was particularly hungry
since I had not yet had breakfast that morning.

"Are you hungry Jacob?"

"Yes sir, I am starved. I haven't had anything to eat yet today."

"Let's change up our route a bit and head to the Contemporary for lunch
and them we can hit up all of the monorail resorts."

"I don't have enough for a real restaurant, I only have enough for counter
service."

"It's my treat today, we can go to the Contempo Café, it has great food,
amazing views of the hotel and the monorail and decent price."

After a bit of polite push back by the boy, I finally won the say and
summed a Minnie Van, the Disney Parks branded Lyft service to whisk us to
our new destination.

"I can check off another form of transportation on my list." Danny said as
he pulled out a note pad from his backpack where he had handwritten all
the names of the resorts and transportation methods.

The van arrived and we got in and were off in seconds.  As we drove, Jacob
updated his list, and I checked on some emails and had an idea.

"Hey Jacob, can I get your mother's name and your address.  Her boyfriend
too if you have it."

Danny rattled off the details. His mother's name was Daisy Miller. His
full name was Jacob Alexander Walters. He did not know his mother's
boyfriend's full name or her middle name, except that his first name was
Rick. He rattled off his birthdate, home address and his school's name
without even looking up from his notebook.  I noticed the Van driver was
eyeing me curiously in the rear-view mirror as he had realized from our
conversation that I didn't really know this boy and wasn't related.
Reading his mind, I held up my retiree police badge so he could see, he
nodded and went about his business.

As he provided the information, I was typing it into an email that I then
sent back to the guys at my division asking them to run a discreet
background check on his mom as a start, he had really wanted to get the
low down on the boyfriend Rick as his cop's intuition was screaming in the
back of his mind that he was a problem.

"Look Gary, I have checked off Saratoga Springs, Caribbean Beach, Rivera,
Boardwalk, Beach Club and Old Key West, Skyliner, bus and now Minnie Van,"
he listed for me proudly.

"All these today."

"Yup, before I met you this morning, I started at Saratoga, took the bus
to Old Key West, then a bus to the Beach Club, walked to Boardwalk and
then walked again to the Epcot Skyliner then got off at Hollywood Studios,
walked around to get back on and met you!" the boy said proud of his
effort so far today!"

"That is pretty amazing that an 11-year-old did all that by himself!"

"I spend a lot of time on my own, so I know how to get around on buses and
subways and stuff. I learned if I looked like I knew where I was going and
what I was doing, then nobody would ask me where my mommy is. I would not
stand out and attract attention."

We were going through the security gate at the Contemporary and I noticed
that Jacob was a little ripe. When we stopped and got out, I suggested
another change of plan.

"You are smelling a little like pee and I don't think you want to be going
around like that all day. Here is what I suggest. Let's go upstairs to the
café, grab some food and head over to my room at the Bay Lake Tower next
door.  We can throw your clothes in the wash while we eat. You can also
grab a quick shower and be fresh and ready for the rest of the day. What
do you think?"

Without a moments hesitation or and questions, he smiled wide and say and
enthusiastic YES!  I was stunned, he was not concerned about going to my
room alone with a stranger and removing his clothes and showering in a
stranger's presence. He may not have thought all that out, but it really
led me to worry about this kid and how street smart he is.

We took our time at the Contemporary, we grabbed the resort maps on the
main floor and took the escalators upstairs to where the food and shopping
is. Jacob wanted to check out the gift stores and I ordered on the mobile
app our food. We bother ordered flat breads. I had drinks and snacks in my
room.

We got our food and took the walkway to the Bay Lake Tower next door and
headed up to my 1-bedroom villa suite on the 12th floor. As soon as I
opened the door, Jacob exclaimed "Look at that View!" and dashed to the
glass door and went out to the balcony.  "Hey Gary, I can see all of Magic
Kingdom from here!"

I went to the kitchen and got us plates, drinks and cutlery and laid out
our food and an assortment of drinks and snacks on the table.

"Jacob, let's get your clothes in the wash so we are not stuck too long in
the room."  Jacob emerged from the balcony with his mouth hanging open.

"The room is amazing!"

"Thanks buddy, I love the view especially at night. Now, why don't you go
into the washroom and strip and hand me your clothes.  I will get you one
of my t-shirts you can put on to cover up while we eat and while we wash
and dry your clothes."

I showed Jacob to the washroom and went to my room to grad a long t-shirt.
 I had a brand-new bright yellow vintage Mickey shirt that I selected and
walked to the bathroom and there stood a naked and smiling Jacob. His
clothes were in his hands, and he asked, where should I put them.

I turned away to avoid gazing at his naked body and said just leave them
there and put this on, as I reached behind to hand him the t-shirt.

"Why are you so shy?  We are both boys; you don't have to turn around. You
have already seen me naked today."

"It is just awkward; I want you to have your privacy and I really am
already taking chances being in my room alone with an unrelated child.
Being alone with an unrelated naked child, makes that 1000x worse."

"I don't understand, but ok.  You can turn around now, I am covered."

"A perfect fit!" I said looking him over."

Jacob laughed. "Not it's not, its huge and it goes to my knees."

"And that is perfect for this situation. Keeps your private bits covered up!"

Jacob rolled his eyes as I picked up the clothes, emptied his pockets and
put everything in the washer. I set washer to quick wash to speed up our
pit stop. Jacob followed me to the dining area and then we both sat down
to eat our lunch.

I decided to get to learn more about Jacob as we ate. I learned that he
was an A student in grade 6. His dad, who had died when he was five, was a
police officer in Churchill Manitoba (Canada) that was stabbed by a drug
abuser and died from his wounds. He moved to the USA with his mom who was
American by birth to be close, and be supported by, her parents. I learned
that she got his dad's insurance money taken by some guy she met at a bar
who promised to make them both rich. His mom's parents have disowned
because she gave all her money away when they begged her not to.

Jacob is Canadian and is very close to his father's parents who live in
British Columbia and visit him regularly. They would like custody of
Jacob, which his mother refuses and she also refuses to let him visit them
for fear they might send him back home. When he turned 10, his
grandparents gave him their Disney Vacation Club points and that is how
they can go to the resort even though his mother has no money.

His mother's lates boyfriend, Rick, does not have a job but claims he is
working on a movie deal that will make him rich and my mom a star. He
apparently is quite mean to Jacob and his mother always takes her side
against him. It bothers him that Rick is always trying to see him naked,
and he sees him peaking at him through door cracks and even installed a
nanny cam in his bedroom to watch him. His mother does not believe him
when he tells her.

Jacob says he loves Disney, Lego and Space and wants to be either an
astronaut or a Disney Imagineer when he grows up.

After 20 minutes of non-stop monologue from this boy, he finally paused
and took his first part of his food.

"Wow, that was a lot of information. Did you miss anything," I asked
jokingly.

"Umm, let me think. Oh yeah, I am circumcised, see," he said and jumped
up, pulled up the t-shirt and showed me his cut penis. He dropped the
shirt and sat back down and then continued, "and I am gay." He took
another bite of his food and asked if he can have one the Cokes on the
table.
I was monetarily stunned to silence by the quick flash of his boyhood and
the matter-of-fact admission that he is gay.

"Sure, go ahead."

I took a bite of my food while I considered what I was going to say next.

"I am so sorry about your father. You know, since you dad was a copper and
I was too, that makes us both part of a police family."

"Really, that is cool. Like an uncle?"

"Not quite, but everyone in law enforcement looks out for each other and
that is especially true of the family of a brother killed in the line of
duty.  I am honour bound to look out for you."

"Can I call you Uncle Gary?"

"Let's hold off on that for now, that would have to be a conversation that
includes your mom, but I would be honoured to be your honorary uncle."

The boy's mood noticeably dropped, and he put down the Coke he had been
enjoying until that moment.

"What's wrong buddy?"

"My mom will never agree with that. She does not like police anymore. She
says never trust a cop because they are all just out for themselves."

"I don't understand, your dad was an officer. Why would she believe that."

"Not sure. I've heard her talking about how mad she is that they would not
help her when she lost all her money to that boyfriend, I told you about.
She felt that they abandoned us when she needed help. I don't agree, what
happened was her own fault. I don't remember my dad too well, but what I
do remember was that he was a great guy that just wanted to help people.
My grandpa shows me pictures and tells me all about him and what a good
man he was and how proud he was of him."

Jacob had a few tears running down his cheek as he explained this.

"Grandpa hopes that I will become a police officer too to keep the family
tradition going. He was an RCMP officer in BC and his father was before
him. It is just not my thing; I want to build cool stuff like rides or
space craft and stuff like that."

Jacob was looking sad.
"Besides, I am gay, and I can't be a police officer."

"Come here buddy," I said as I push my chair out so that I could hug the boy.

He walked over to me as he looked down at the floor. I grabbed him and
pulled him into a big hug.

"I am so sorry you are sad Jacob; I didn't mean to have you bring all that
up but since you did, I want you to know a few things," I said quietly
into ear as I embraced the boy.

"First, you can be whatever you want to be. If you are gay, that does not
change who you are and what you are capable of. You can still be a police
officer, or a rocket scientist, the choices is yours, but it is YOUR
choice nobody else's. I know police work runs in families, but my kids are
also not interested and that was ok with me and their mom, who still is a
police officer today. Secondly, most police are good and decent people,
but there are some bad ones too, but your mom is wrong; police are not on
the job for their own benefit, and you should trust cops. You seem like a
smart, friendly, and good-looking boy, you will go far -- you will have a
great future and make your mom and grandparents very proud."

The boy broke the hug, looked me straight in eye and said, "I am good
looking?"

I laughed and said, "Of everything I said that is your takeaway?"

"I am not sure what that means, but how good looking am I on a scale of
1-10."

I was glad his mood had brightened, but I wasn't expecting to be rating
his looks. That seems wildly inappropriate.

"Before you answer, let me take this short off so you can see all of me
and then answer."

Before he finished his stamen and before I could bet the first syllable of
my objection out of my mouth, his shirt was off, and he was naked and
making sexy poses like he was modelling.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I am not sure it was fear or excitement.
Like I had said before, I like kids and really like pre-teen boys, but
this was now really causing me inner turmoil. I should have demanded that
he but the shirt back on and never do that again, but like the pre-pee
incident in the gondola, I was shocked at his forwardness with his
childish sexuality and shocked at the fact that I was enjoying looking at
his amazing body. I was silent and just stared in awe.

Jacob continued to make model like poses and turn around to let me admire
his back and bum. As he turned back to face me, he was playing with his
penis making it hard and turning the situation into a sexual one. My own
penis was now rock hard in my pants, and I was at a loss for words as to
his brazenness and my own reaction.
I unintentionally snapped at him, "Jacob, please put the shirt back on and
finish your lunch," I said even though my libido was enjoying the show.

"You are very weird about being. It's like you are afraid of penis's" he
said as he pulled the shirt over his head and sat down to finish lunch.

We ate lunch in silence. For my part because I am discovering that my
interest in boys may be more than paternal and for Jacob, I think he is
frustrated at me because I dismissed his little show and did so kind of
abruptly and not in the nicest way.

"Hey kiddo, what about that shower now. Your clothes will be ready soon
and I am sure you would feel better being clean in clean clothes."

Jacob responded sullenly, "Ok, whatever" and left the table for the bathroom.

As the bathroom door closed, the washer buzzer went off loudly telling me
it was time to move his clothes over to the dryer. After completing that,
I put away the lunch stuff and continued to think through my apparent
transformation to being pedophile. Just as I was wallowing in my self-pity
my phone pinged with a new email message. It was a reply to my email to my
friends with my police service.

Captain Sinclair,
We have done some investigation on the name you submitted and here is what
is in the database. I have summarized it as there are a dozen or so
changes related to an identity theft charge earlier this year:
Daisy Elizabeth Walters DOB: May 4, 1988, Nee: Daisy Elizabeth Miller
Caucasian Female
Place of Birth: Detroit, MI
Current residence: Waterford, MI
Husband (deceased) Mark Jackson Walters DOB: December 14, 1984, DOD:
December 25, 2018
Caucasian Male
Place of Birth: Delta, BC, Canada
Child (1)
Jacob Alexander Walters DOB: December 6, 2012
Caucasian Male
Current Residence: no fixed address
Custody orders: none
Warrants: none
Charges:
Under Michigan Penal Code: Various charges related to the use and
attempted sale of the identification of a peace officer. Charges are
pending and accused is awaiting trial in Lansing, MI. Accused has posted
bail with conditions.
i)        Not to be in the company of, or in communication with, co-accused
Richard Michael Dempster DOB July 28, 1980
ii)        Not to leave the State of Michigan without the permission of
the court
iii)        To reside with her mother, Charlotte Adelle Miller DOB: Sept
2, 1966

It seems that this lady's husband was a cop in Canada and was killed on
duty. She tried to use her dead husband's ID and then tried to sell it.
Don't have details beyond that.

We ran the co-accused assuming it was the boyfriend you referred to. He
has duplicate charges as she for the identity theft issue. He has dozens
of previous charges and is on parole for some. Neither have warrants, but
if their parole officers find out they have left Michigan, there will be.

They don't seem like very savory folks.

Let me know if you need anything or want us to do anything.

Judy

As I read this email, I felt vindicated in my intuition. I just knew the
boyfriend was trouble and now I am seeing it in black and white.
Ultimately it is none of my business and they very well may have
permission to be out of state on vacation, however they are court ordered
not be together. I have got to think this through carefully because if I
insert myself, I could cause this family, especially Jacob, a lot of
grief.

On second glance, I see from Jacob's date of birth his birthday is
tomorrow! When I first met him, he said he "just" turned 11, but in truth
he is 11 tomorrow. I guess that is a minor fib, but I wonder why he said
that and not the truth. Kids are super excited about birthday's, why would
he not mention that?

My brain was spinning with so much new information that I am feeling kind
of overwhelmed. Part of me is saying, walk away, the other part wants to
get involved and make sure the boy is safe with Rick and his mom. Then,
there is another other part, the one between my legs that wants to explore
the boy's body and share some physical love with him; or as we cops would
say... to sexually interfere or molest him.

Sexually interfere or molest the boy. NEVER!  The law seems so black and
white on the matter.  He is too young to give consent and with or without
it, it is a heinous crime.  Never in a million years would I hurt or force
anyone to do anything especially a child.  I have so much to think about,
I feel I am at a nexus point in my life. Maybe I am just being too
melodramatic. Perhaps I need to relax and take things one step at a time,
and this is what I decided to do for now.

I decided to check on Jacob and knocked on the bathroom room.

"Jacob buddy, is everything ok."

No answer.

Louder now, "Jacob, are you ok?"

Still not reply.

"Buddy, please answer me,"

Nothing.

Very loudly this time, with my fist thumping on door, "Jacob, please
answer me or I am coming in."

My heart was now pounding and thinking the worst. There was no reply, I
turned the handle and barged in. Jacob was in the show stall with the
water running curled in fetal position, naked and crying.

"Buddy, what is wrong. Are you ok?  Did you slip or something?"

The boy continued to ignore me and continued to cry and sob pathetically.

I turned off the water, picked him up in my arms, grabbed towel and
carried him into the bedroom. I tied to hug him, and he remained in a
tight ball on my lap. I wrapped him in towels the best I could to keep him
warm, stroked his head the best I could and tried to calm him down.

"It's ok Jacob, you go ahead and cry it out. I am here and ready to talk
when you are. I can help with whatever is upsetting you!"

I rocked him and continued to say words of support and encouragement to
try and calm him. He gradually straightened out and sat in my lap and
allowed me to hug him and stroke his back. As Jacobs tears subsided and
his sobs ended the dryer buzzed causing Jacob to jump, look me in the eye
with a look of surprise and they we both burst out laughing.

"Feeling better pal?"

His smile faded, "I am sorry Gary."

"Sorry for what kiddo," I said.

"I just want somebody to like me. I am just in everyone's way, causing
problems and always doing the wrong thing. I wish I was dead."

"Oh Jacob, please don't say that. Let's have that talk I promised you now.
Listen, you are a great kid. You are smart, handsome and you have a great
life ahead of you!"

"You say that, but nobody else says that to me. Not even my own mom. Other
than my grandpa, nobody seems to care. I don't get hugs, nobody ever tucks
me into bed, makes my lunch for school or even cares that tomorrow is my
birthday."

My heart was breaking at hearing this, and I started to cry.

"Well, I am hugging you now," I said as I pulled him again into a tight
hug. And you said tomorrow is your birthday? Now that is exciting!" I
chose not to challenge him on telling me he was already 11, I don't know
why the lies, but it was immaterial, and I just let that go.  We are going
to need to do something to celebrate it today!

"It's just a birthday, we never make a big deal about them in my family.
You are just a nice man I met that I will never see again. Thanks for the
hugs, but after today I go back to my regular life as Jacob the fag. Jacob
the brat. Jacob the cock block."

"Cock block?" I asked.

"That is what Rick always calls me because when I am around, he can't have
sex with my mother."

"All those names and just words, they are meaningless and people who say
those things are both ignorant and disgusting. Also, if you will have me,
I will be your honorary grandfather and always be there for you. Hugs,
help and my love. I live only 4 hours from you and can visit regularly, if
you mom will allow it you can come and visit me, and we can stay in touch
by phone and Zoom. Jacob, we only met today but my instincts are amazing,
and I know you are destined for great things, and I want to help you get
there."

Now we were both crying and hugging.  This boy is absolutely starved for
the love and kindness of another human and the influence of a male, and I
am going to be the one to give it to him no matter what. I just must
figure out how to get his mother to be ok with it.

Jacob got up off my lap, still naked, walked around the bed and lay on his
back with his head on the pillow and simply said, "I really want to be
your honorary grandson and I am all yours."

He was splayed out on the bed as if offering his body to me. His penis had
risen to full hardness and was pulsing with the beat of his heart.

He was an absolutely beautiful child. Not a hair anywhere below his
eyebrows. His skin was blemish free except for a couple of small moles
here and there. I judged his boyhood to be about four inches and about as
big around as my ring finger. His scrotum was tight with two grape sized
testicles and was showing clear indication that the puberty was in very
early stages.

I got up and walked to where he was lying at sat beside him. My resolve
was about to break, and I think I clearly have answer to the question I
was pondering, by my automatic reaction and desire, I am a boylover, a
pedophile and wanted to explore that beautiful small body. I was wanted to
lean over and kiss every square inch of his flesh and lick and suck that
beautiful penis until he howled with pleasure.  I did not recognize myself
in that moment and I was scared. I felt my heart race again, my throat
went dry, and I was shaking like I was freezing cold.

I continued to stare at the vision before me while Jacob kept his eyes
locked on mine. KI reached out and put my hand on his flat tummy and
rubbed in circles from chest to his beltline. Jacob closed his eyes and
was breathing through his mouth making soft mewing sounds like he was
enjoying the sensations. His penis continued to pulse, and it further
stiffened with a muscle contraction each time my hand swiped over his tiny
nipples.

There was a debate raging in my head. Do I follow my desire and give him
what he wants or do I refuse him his obvious desire. I am a happily
married man and have zero interest in adult males, I certainly do not
consider myself gay yet here I want to fellate this soon to be 11-year-old
boy.

"Jacob, I can't do what you want. I am an adult, and it is illegal and
immoral. I have arrested men for molesting children, I cannot suddenly
ignore that and do sexual things with you. You are beautiful, but I can't
take advantage of you like this. I must do the right thing here and say
no."

"My mother explained to me that when two people want to show each other
how much they love each other that they give them their body to show that
love. I love you Gary and I know you love me; how can it be wrong?"

"I am sure that in school your teachers have discussed how adults should
never touch you in areas where you are covered by a bathing suit. You
know, good touch and bad touch."

"Yeah, but that is for bad people that want to hurt me or take advantage
of me. I want you to touch me, love me and let me do the same for you."

"But those decisions are for consenting adults, not children. I could go
to jail for the rest of my life if somebody found out I did anything. In
fact, even with you lying here naked on my bed could get me in extremely
serious trouble. I think you need to get dressed now and we finish our
resort hopping adventure."

I said this, yet my hand was still running the non-bathing suit part of
his glorious, soft, and warm little body. My actions were still not
matching my cautions.

"Nobody would ever know what we do. You would never hurt me; I know that,
and I am giving you permission to love my body. Just hold my penis for 10
seconds. If you don't like it, then I will get dressed and never mention
it again. If you like it, then do whatever you want."

I stopped rubbing his front and stared at his raging boner. I licked my
lips and felt my body breaking into a sweat.

I broke. I gently took his penis in my fingers and felt it all over and
gave it a slow wank. Jacob's eyes once again closed, he made a mm mm sound
and raised his pelvis into the air as if he could achieve greater pleasure
through the habitual instinct of every male to thrust his groin in the
ritual of sex.

Thirty second had passed and I released his boyhood and leaned over and
kissed Jacob on the forehead and said, "Please get dressed."

"You liked it, I know you did. I know I loved it; it was the best feeling
I have ever had and how can that be wrong."

"Get dressed, I need to think about what just happened. Yes, I did like it
very much, but I need to think. Let's go have some fun before it is time
to go back to meet your mom and Rick."

"Um, about that. I don't have to meet them today; they are in Miami. They
left this morning and are not going to be back until day after tomorrow. I
am to go to our room and not tell anyone I am alone. Mom asked me to stay
away from the hotel during the day because the staff do room inspections
every so often. That is the real reason I am alone all day.  Please don't
be mad at me for lying to you. I was trying to be street safe."

I was stunned that Jacob's mother could be worse than I already though she
was. What kind parent does this to their child? And tomorrow is his
birthday too!

"That is unbelievable Jacob. Do you have any way to contact them in an
emergency."

"Yea, I have a kid's cellphone on my backpack. I can only call her cell
phone and our home phone. Why?"

"I was just curious if they cared at all about you?"

Tears returned to his eyes, "No they don't."

Jacob got up and walked to the laundry, opened it, got out his clothes and
got dressed.

"I am ready to go," Jacob said dejectedly.

I joined Jacob in the hall, hugged him tightly. I kneeled, reached out and
dried his tears, smiled, and said, "Let's resume our quest."

He just replied "Sure," and we walked to the elevator together in silence.