Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2020 07:37:07 +0200 (CEST)
From: Mad Mouse <mad.mouse@mailfence.com>
Subject: Pandemic Panic Part 1

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Pandemic Panic – Part 1

"No, mom! Please don't," I said with tears streaming down my face. "You
need to stay here with Dad and me."

"Honey, it's not safe. Daddy is high risk with his asthma and I don't want
to bring the virus back to you either," mom said with tears now welling up
in her eyes too.

The COVID19 pandemic was no longer just something we saw on the news that
affected China or other countries too far away for me to truly identify
with. Up until now, it was like a far-off war that was raging in some place
on the other side of the world and didn't really have any impact on my
life. The virus thing was now here, real and needed to be taken seriously
by everyone.

My name is Daniel Reynolds and I just turned 12 last weekend. My mom, Donna
Reynolds, is a resident at Celebration Hospital in Central Florida. My dad,
Florian, is a talent agent and manages the Florida office of Markus Talent
Management based in Hollywood. We live in a typical central Florida gated
community in Davenport, just outside of Orlando.

Even though my mom is a doctor, she is a resident and not technically a
full doc yet and, because of that, she is treated like a slave at work.
She has just announced to my dad and I that she is moving out of the house
for the duration of the pandemic so that she would not bring the virus back
to us.  Her hospital has been getting a steady stream of patients with
COVID and one of her colleagues was tested positive yesterday and now she
is spooked that she is going to get sick and infect us which could actually
kill my dad because he was high risk due to his asthma.

This thing because real to me when the local news said that Walt Disney
World, which is only a few miles away, is closing tomorrow. That has only
happened a few times in history and only for a few days at a time and this
time it was indefinite. It was because of their closure and them sending
all their college program students home that they offered their dorms to
local medical workers so they can isolate away from their families and be
only a few minutes from the hospital.

"I don't understand all the fuss, the President says that everything is
under control and we will be over this soon. Why are you freaking out like
this?" my dad asked. He was clearly scared, emotional and was upset that
his wife was leaving us alone. I know he would miss her, but I am guessing
that he is scared of being left alone with me and being responsible for a
kid all by himself. Even with mom in medical school, I was never apart from
her for more than a day or two for a sleepover with a friend or for an
overnight class trip. I simply hated this idea, at the time, more than I
hated the idea of us getting the virus.  Mom laughed at dad's comment,
"Since when do you put any stock in what that buffoon says. I am telling
you this is a very big deal and it is going to get very very bad, very
quickly, regardless of what the orange menace says," Dad did not argue as
his heart was in denial but his head was telling him she was right.

"When are you leaving," I sniffed.

"Right now, honey. My shift starts at 6 and I am going not coming back
until it is safe to do so," Mom said.

Even though I was 12, I was a blubbering mess. I was inconsolable and have
not cried so much in my life that I can recall.  My mom was my best friend
and I didn't know how I was going to live without seeing her everyday.

"OK you two, I need you to promise you will take care of each other. I am
only a few miles away and we can talk everyday by phone and Facetime," she
said.

Dad moved to her and pulled her into a hug and I joined in. We stood there
in the kitchen for what seemed like hours, hugging and sobbing. For me, it
wasn't just not having my mom with me, it was that I was also scared that
she could get sick and die. While I love my dad, we just aren't that
close. Don't get me wrong, he is a great guy and I know he would slit his
wrist for me, but he is, what my grandma calls, "an emotionally detached
dutchman." What I know is that the hug we experienced at this moment was
the most he has touched me as far back as I can recall.

Mom had hidden her suitcase in the hall closest and asked me to get it and
load it in her car while she spoke to dad. I was loading the car when mom
and dad walked out. Dad looking like he had seen a ghost.

"Ok boys, I have to go now. I'll try and call before you leave for school
in the morning Danny," she said as she got into her car, closed the door
and rolled down the window. I walked to the open window, bent down and
said, "I Love you mommy, please be safe," and I kissed her.  It was her
turn to lose her composure as she put the car in reverse and backed out of
the drive way and drove away from our house leaving dad and I standing
there stunned.

Just then a minivan pulled into the driveway of the next house and the
family piled out looking frantic.  "Ok, everybody quickly pack, I want to
be on the road in ½ hour," and they all ran into the house. The man that
was driving noticed us and yelled over, "You guys should head home too!
They are closing

Disney for god's sake... this has got to be serious!"

"This is our home. We live here," my dad called back.

"Oh, then good luck to you friend," the man called back and disappeared
into the house.

Dad and I also went inside and started to clean up the dishes from our
family dinner. I was processing a million thoughts as we cleared the table
and stacked the dishwasher including that this going to be our last family
dinner for, what could be, a long time.

Many of the communities in the area where a combination of homes where
people lived and where people from all over the world rent for a short time
while on vacation. I had never really given it much thought until now after
the man next door seemed so panicked to leave.

"Dad, how many people actually live in our neighbourhood," I asked.

"I am guessing ¼ of the houses are occupied by permanent residents like
us and the other ¾ are vacation rentals. Now that you ask that, I
realized that it is going to be very quiet around here in a few days as
everyone goes home." Dad said as I finished loading the dish washer, filled
it with detergent and closed the door.

I really like our huge house and the community. We have a pool, a Mickey
Mouse shaped hot tub and the community centre had a gym, another giant pool
with slides, a little theatre, arcade games and all sorts of sports stuff.
It was like living in a resort. It was pretty cool. I have a couple school
friends that live in the community, but my closest friends lived closer to
my school.

"If this is so bad, why are the schools still open," I asked dad.

"Everything is happening so fast; I am willing to bet schools will be
closed within a few days. What that man next door just said is true when he
said `even Disney is closed'... when they close you know that it is
serious," he said.

There was a knock on the door. It was the frantic man from next door and he
had boxes of food carried by him and a boy my age.

"We can't take all this food back with us, would you like it?" he said.  My
dad accepted it and I carried the boxes to the kitchen.

Dad thanked the man and wished them a safe trip and returned to the
kitchen.

"They are from Canada and they just arrived last night not realizing how
bad the situation is getting.  That's a long trip to have to turn around
the next day. They are rushing home because they were told the border was
going to close soon," Dad said.

Dad was clearly worried more than he was showing. He was trying to put on a
brave face for my I guessed.

"I am going to head to Publix and do some shopping. Why don't you get your
homework done while I am gone? We can relax and watch a movie when I get
back," Dad said in a tone that I knew not to push back against or ask to go
with him.

I headed to my room as my dad pulled away in the family SUV and I was alone
in the house and knowing that most of the houses around us were empty and
mom was gone to work for what could be weeks, I suddenly felt very alone
and very scared.

My mind started to fill with thoughts of dad not being able to return and
mom getting sick and me ending up alone. It was crazy and not going to
happen, but with everything that has happened in the last few hours, who
could really say what was crazy.

Focusing on the task I decided to put those thoughts out of my head and to
get back to what I was supposed to do.

I decided that I would get into my PJ's and bring my homework downstairs to
do in front of the TV. As I stripped, I caught a glimpse of myself in the
full-length mirror hanging on the wall. I have never really considered my
appearance or my body too much but in the last few weeks things have
changed.  I had been learning about my body in health class this year and
Dr. Mom said that I would be starting to notice changes due to puberty that
had started for me over the past few months.

As I stood there admiring my 4' 9" thin body. I had never really thought
about it before, but I really like how I look naked and I especially liked
my bum, I think it is referred to as a bubble butt, it was cool and I loved
to run my hands over it's silky smoothness.

Mom also told me that soon I would be getting hair around my penis and
under my arms, but I wanted none of that. I loved my blonde-brown hair on
my head, but that was enough for me, thank you very much. I have never seen
my dad naked, but he was, what my mom jokes as "dolphin smooth", so
hopefully those genes will result in the avoidance of gross pubes.

I have seen some of the other boys in my class naked after gym and at the
pool when they changed. I would say at least half of them have a few hairs
around their dicks and loved to point them out when they appeared, but not
even fuzz for me yet and I hope it stays that way.

Even without the arrival of public hair, I have been having sexy thoughts
about girls and boys. Kids I had never really given much thought to,
started to catch my attention drawing my eyes to their butts, budding boobs
on girls and mentally surveying the penis's on display in the change
room. I have sought out internet porn and found some of it exciting and
most of it revolting. I know some kids are obsessed with it, but I can take
it or leave it.

Along with my new interest in checking out my peers at school, my own penis
has become my new best friend. I love it the way it looks and feels. It
does not need hair and if it does arrive, I will be shaving it off. My
boyhood was smooth and hairless and feels so nice when it gets hard and I
rub it. My boy toy is not large, but an age-appropriate 3 inches soft and
4.25 inches hard. It is thin like a finger and is, what my health teacher
calls, circumcised.

As much I loved my penis, I also had a thing for my testicles. Until a few
months ago, I barely knew I had them unless I got kicked or hit with a
ball, but now they hang smartly in my scrotum and are also smooth and feel
yum yummy when I rub them. If I had to guess their size, I would say they
grew from peanut sized to grape sized ... green grapes not the big red
ones. The dropping of my little balls was the conversation starter with
mom. She was drying me after a bath and knew that was the sign that puberty
had begun for her baby boy.

Masturbation has become my new hobby and I did it as often as I could
whenever I had time after school, robotics club, little theatre, drum
practice and home work. Sometimes I would even slip some fun in between
those activities. Like I said, I really loved the good feelings that
rubbing all my parts caused. My goal, have an orgasm. I had not yet
achieved that milestone and tried hard (no pun intended) to get there. I
have seen a lot of cumming on those internet porn videos, while it looks
like snot shooting out of those dicks, the guys seemed to be really
enjoying it when it happens.

Well, it is not exactly true that I have never ejaculated, as I had a wet
dream that was amazing and a little confusing. It was this dream that
triggered the talk from Dr. Mom from puberty to sex. I would have hidden it
to avoid that embarrassment, but it was mom that noticed as she was trying
to wake me and yanked my sheets off my bed only to be met with her half
naked, boned up sticky little boy. For her, it was nothing more than a
moment to get all emotional again and then professional about. For me I
think I was in a deep state of blush for a week.

Aww crap, what am I doing. Here I am molesting myself in front of my mirror
and I just remembered my mom is gone and the world seems to be ending. So
much for an erection.  I flopped on the bed and cried again until I fell
asleep.

In what seemed like seconds to me I heard my dad loudly announce he was
home and the sound of footsteps coming towards my room.  I was still half
asleep and did not realize I was totally naked on my bed and before I could
react day appeared in my doorway.

"Oh god, Danny. I am sorry. I should have knocked," dad stammered but did
not move.  He was like a dear caught in the headlights.

I pulled the duvet over myself and let dad off the hook.

`It's ok dad, it's not like you haven't seem me naked before," I said while
pulling on my pajama bottoms under the duvet.  `I was going to get my PJ's
on and get to work on homework but I guess I fell asleep."  I emerged from
under the cover with PJ pants on but still topless.

"Ok son, I just need to remember that you are growing up and need your
privacy now," he said while looking down at the floor unable to make eye
contact.

"I'm not worried about it. You seem more upset than I am," I said while
chuckling a bit at dad's embarrassment.

"I thought while mom is away, I would just walk around nude to cut down on
laundry," I said with a smile and a giggle.

"Yea, I don't think so pal. How about helping bring in the groceries and
then I can give you a hand with your homework," dad said.

I pulled on a t-shirt and we went out to our massive family Yukon and I saw
the haul that I had just agreed to carry in and put away.

"What the hack dad! Are we starting our own store?" I asked as I opened the
door. "Why do you have so much toilet paper?" I asked.

"I just want to make sure we have enough supplies in case stores get closed
or there are shortages," dad said.

That comment scared me but I did not let on to dad. I silently carried in
half a Wal-Mart store. We stocked the shelves and then took the extras to
our garage/games room and lined the shelves there too.  WE have got to have
100 rolls of TP ... I swear dad is losing it. After almost an hour of
organizing dad announced that he had a text message from the Parent Council
that my school was going to be closed tomorrow as one of the teachers was
infected with COVID.

"I am betting that you will be out of school for a few weeks now, I am sure
the whole state will shut down tomorrow I imagine," dad said.  "I think it
is safe to skip the homework tonight and we can just have a break," he
offered.

"Sounds good! I am going to hit the pool," I said and ran to my room and
slipped off my PJ pants and t- shirt and threw on a pair of boxers that I
liked to swim in and ran down the stairs.

Dad was emerging from his room with a pair of swim trunks on. "I am going
to soak in Mickey's mouth," he said and I rolled my eyes. Mickey Mouth was
a family joke. As I described earlier in this story, our hot tub is in the
shape of Mickey Mouse and when I was little, I had a bit of a lisp. When I
first saw it, I proclaimed "it's Mickey Mouth" and it has stuck every
since.

"What's with the boxers," Dad asked noticing that I was wearing them
instead of trunks.

"It's more comfortable in boxer's. They aren't as long and my things don't
get all tangled up in the mesh," I said.

"Fair enough," Dad said.

I dived in the pool and dad took a book and a can of Mellow Yellow and
strode past me to the hot tub.

I watched dad carefully as he walked past and checked out his body to
evaluate the body hair situation.  Sure enough, he was as smooth as a
dolphin. He kind of looked like a young boy actually and I realized how
handsome he really is.

As he approached the tub and bent over to check the water temperature, his
trunks, not being properly tied up, slipped down a bit and showed me the
top couple inches of his butt. Again, it was hairless and kind of cool
looking. He eased himself in and gave a satisfied growl as the bubbles and
warm water swallowed up his body.

It just dawned on me that I was admiring my dad's body and his butt
crack. What was worse, I had an erection in my boxers! Now I am getting
used to random boners, but this one was a reaction to my dad.  The thought
of being hot for dad filled me with immediate remorse that I was perving on
my pop.  I tried to clear my find by doing laps, which did the trick.

"Danny, come join me in Mickey's mouth and we can talk about our day
tomorrow," dad called over as I propped myself up on the deck catching my
breath.

I hoisted myself out and padded over the tub and stepped in and was about
to sit down and dad pointed at my boxes and looked down at the water and
said, "You need to tuck yourself in buddy."

I looked down and saw my semi-hard penis was sticking out of the pee flap
in my boxers.  I immediately adjusted myself and sat down. Like in the
bedroom, it was a bit embarrassing but dad was more worried about it than I
was.

We chatted about our day tomorrow and decided we would head over to Epcot
and maybe Hollywood Studios for a few hours since it was their last day
open for a while. We speculated that crowds would be minimal and maybe we
would get on the new Rise of the Resistance ride we had not yet managed to
try.  As the conversation tapered off, I was just enjoying the beautiful
evening, soft breeze, warm water and my boner.  MY BONER... what the hell!
I am getting boned up with my dad again and I was getting confused and
really really horny.

"Dad?"

`Yes Danny."

"Remember when you saw me naked on my bed a few minutes ago, I noticed that
it really seemed to freak you out. I want you to know that it didn't bother
me at all. I am not embarrassed by nudity and I don't think you should be
so embarrassed by seeing your son's penis and butt," I said and immediately
regretted it as it seemed like a stupid thing to say to your father.

"Ok buddy, but I do think that growing boys need privacy, even from their
parents. I appreciate you telling me it didn't bother you though, I know
when I was your age I would have been traumatized if that was me," Dad said
and smiled warmly at me.

"Why don't you head in and get your jammies back on and we will see what's
on Disney Plus. I'll be right behind you after I tidy and lock up," Dad
said.

I stood, not thinking about my hard penis and my boxers that would be
plastered to my body, and sure enough, Dad noticed and looked away but said
nothing. I did not react and walked across the deck and into the house. I
slipped into the laundry room stripped off my boxers and threw them in the
wash and grabbed a towel. I started to wrap it around my nakedness and
decided to not bother and walked in the buff through the house and up the
stairs. Dad had walked in and saw me as I rounded the corner and ran up the
stairs.

As I got in my room, I dried myself but my hard boy part was not
cooperating and I decided to simply ignore it, slipped on my PJ pants and
headed back downstairs without shirt, displaying the slightest of tents in
my baggy PJ's.

Dad was in the kitchen making popcorn as I took a seat on the couch and
flipped on the TV.  "Can we catch up on The Mandalorian, dad?", I called
out.  "You read my mind buddy. Let's do it," dad said.

Dad took his seat on the couch and I snuggled up and he pulled a blanket
over both of us. He put the popcorn in his lap and handed me a can of
Mellow Yellow.

Dad went to put his arm around my shoulder and recoiled like he had touched
a hot stove.  "Sorry son, I forgot you had no shirt on," he said.

"Seriously dad, you can touch my bare shoulder.  I won't call the CPS to
file a complaint," and I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around me and I
melted into his body as we settled in to enjoy our favorite show.

Dad and mom were totally opposite when it care to affection. Mom poured it
on and was always touching and hugging and was never awkward about it or
hesitant in any way. She was also very open when it came to nudity,
discussing sex and puberty was nothing. She wasn't phased by anything. I
guess I take after her in this way because I love being touched. Not just
in a sexy way, but mostly in an affectionate way. If we were watching tv
like this, mom would be rubbing my back, my chest and sometimes even a
little on my butt when I was stretched out on the couch or when she comes
in my bedroom to tuck me in.

Dad, on the other hand, is shy and is super awkward around nudity and talk
of anything close to sex, puberty or "privates" as he calls them. I often
wonder how I was even conceived. My gramma says that all people of Dutch
heritage are too conservative and all emotionally dead... I don't think she
really likes dad too much. I reminded her that I was `of Dutch heritage'
and she said that her opinion didn't apply to her grandson.

"Dad, I am going to lay down. Can I put my head on your lap so I can see
the tv better?" I asked, knowing that it would have totally freaked him out
if I just did it.

"Sure Danny," he said. He grabbed a pillow and put it on his lap and I
rested my head on it.

"Can you rub my back," I asked.

"Oh, um. Ok, I guess," he stammered. He started patting my back like I was
a dog.

"Not like that, I'm not a cocker spaniel. Do it like mom does," I said and
demonstrated her method that involved a full palm rub, followed by a finger
tip pass and then the light third pass with her nails just barely touching
my skin and then repeat. It always felt great and often has put me to
sleep.

"Oh. OK. I know what you mean. Your mom rubs my back like that sometimes
too.," he said and he proceeded to do his best, which eventually was pretty
nice.

After about 10 minutes of the backrub, I was getting really aroused. My
penis was back in stiff mode and I had the instinct to hump it into the
couch, which I did slowly and discreetly under the blanket without dad
noticing. I felt my penis flexing as I lightly thrust into the cushion as
his fingers travelled up my back.  All the stimulation was feeling amazing
and suddenly a moan escaped my throat and I caught myself and pretended to
clear my throat. Dad was too into the show to notice; he was on auto pilot.

Sudden, I had the urgent urge to pee and I bolted upright to dash to the
washroom.

"Dad, I'll be right back. I gotta pee really bad," I said and raced to the
bathroom in fear I was going to have an accident. As I got to the toilet, I
was unable to bend my erection to direct the pee into the toilet, so I had
to do a body contortion to line up with the bowl. As soon as I was aimed
and ready to let it go, I didn't have to go anymore. My penis was starting
to soften, so I waited and was at full limp noodle state, I still did not
have to go. That was a first, I thought and headed back to the couch.

"That was odd, I got there and didn't have to go when I got there," I
reported to Dad.

Dad seemed to blush and looked down at his lap like he had done something
wrong.  "Danny, I am going to hit the hay now.  Since you don't have to go
to school in the morning, you can stay up to 11 if you want, but I am
bushed and I want to head to the parks as early as possible. Maybe grab
breakfast there," Dad said as he got up and I sat down on the couch and got
cozy again in the blanket.

"OK, night dad," I said as he walked towards his room.

"Can I get a hug goodnight." I called out. Dad paused, looked and me and
then approached looking like he was in pain, bent down and hugged me. I
reciprocated and said "love you dad." He released me, straightened up and
said "Night pal. Remember, off to bed at 11," and he walked off to his room
and closed the door behind him.

With dad gone, I changed from Disney Plus to Netflix to watch an animated
show called Big Mouth that my friends were talking about and that I had not
been brave enough to watch with my dad around.  The show was really funny
and had a lot of sex jokes, references to masturbation and puberty.  I
decided to slip my PJ pants off to enjoy a quick jerk. It felt very naughty
and exciting at the same time to be naked, under a blanket in the family
room while playing with myself.

One minute I was enjoying my boyhood and the next thing there was a massive
crash of thunder, super bright lightening and more thunder. I guess I had
fallen asleep playing with myself.

The thunder crashed again and it was so intense the house shook.  I jumped
up and ran into Dad's room and dove under the covers. Dad was, somehow,
still sleeping like nothing was happening. I thought about waking him but
decided against is as I know he would not let me sleep in his bed so I just
snuggled in and braced myself for the storm.

Mom and dad's bed in a massive king-sized thing and there is lots of room
for dad and I and 4 others too. I was very comfortable and felt myself
dozing off and then realized I was naked. I forgot I had taken off my PJ's
and didn't bring them with me when I ran for cover. I knew I should go get
them, but I was just so comfortable, I just decided I would stay this way
and head upstairs before dad wakes up. I am always the first up in the
morning anyway, so I will just get up and get dressed before Dad's alarm
goes off and he will never know he slept with his naked 12-year-old son.

Being alone in dad's bed naked felt so dangerous and exciting and my hand
found it's way to my hairless boyhood and I stared to stroke it to full
hardness. Masturbating in the same bed as my dad seemed like the ultimate
dirty act but it was fun and I kept it up for, what felt liked, hours.

I rubbed slowly as not to shake the bed too much and included my testicles
in the fun as well and fondled them, lightly pulled on the scrotum and
inspected each ball. I then moved to spend a lot of time rubbing, what I
now know is called, my frenulum and the head of my penis and it felt
heavenly. I ran my other hand over my developing body and rubbed my tummy,
explored my navel and ended up rubbing my tiny nipples.  I was totally
enjoying my naughty plan until dad rolled over and put his arm on my chest
and murmured "stop bouncing around and go to sleep Donna, I have to get up
early" and drifted back to sleep with his hand on my chest.

I lay still not knowing what to do so I stayed still frozen with my heart
racing hoping he would take his hand away, but he didn't.  I was still
horny from my masturbation and my heart was pounding in my chest.

I so wanted to play with myself but I was afraid to move and inch.

Suddenly a wicked thought came over me.  I wanted to feel what it was like
for dad to touch me. I knew how impossible this was, but thought that I
might be able to move his hand down to my penis as he slept without him
knowing.

My little head was doing the thinking now and was fighting with my real
brain. If he caught me, I have no idea what he would do. I decided that if
he started to wake, I would just pretend I was sleeping and hoped he would
believe that he did it in his sleep not fully reasoning that I was also in
his bed, naked, without his permission.

I was feeling horny and brave and I decided to take a chance. I listened
carefully to his breathing to make sure it was a constant rhythm and then
lightly pushed his had down. I had to move a little closer as I pushed over
to make up for the angle, but I managed to sync up my hand and my body
movement perfectly in one fluid motion. I stopped just above the mound of
my penis and paused to listed for breathing before I reached my
destination.

Dad's breathing rhythm had not changed and he seemed in a state of deep
sleep. I was so hard and horny now; I wasn't going to chicken out now. The
thunder boomed and lightning lit up the room and he didn't even flinch.

I practiced how I would suddenly fake sleep several times as his warm and
soft hand rested millimeters from my hard and pulsing boy dick. This alone
felt absolutely incredible already. I had butterflies in my tummy, my penis
tingled, my pulse raced and I was breathing funny. My penis felt like it
was flexing on it's own and was yelling ay me to stroke it some more.  I
took one more look at his face, gave one more listen to his breathing and
started to push his hand to it's final destination.

End of Part 1