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Subject: Mad for the Mouse This story is 100% fiction and none of the characters are real or even composites of anyone alive or dead. I am a new author and have never written erotica before or, for that matter, fiction of any kind. If you are under 18, you know that you should not be reading this. Absolutely nothing in this story should be considered as anything other than pure entertainment. I have no actual basis of knowledge or experience for any of 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 chapter in what I hope will be a series of stories in the same universe focused on the central character Walter Furman. I have no idea if this is any good at all and I welcome your feedback and/or suggestions. I do not have an editor, so if anyone out there is interested in an anonymous editor responsibility, let me know. In addition, I would love to add some PG rated illustrations to help bring shape and form to the characters, so if anyone is interested, I would also love to hear. Therefore, here I present the Wonderful World of Walt Furman. Fee free to Email me nce If you are like me and enjoy the Nifty Archive, then put your money where your frap is and donate to the folks that make all of this happen to keep the archive alive and free for all. Any amount will be appreciated. Donate now by following this link http://donate.org/donate.html 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 konyaaltı üniversiteli escort 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. kurtköy escort 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 ankara kurtuluş escort 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 � 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

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