Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

I was in a bit of a daze when I turned from the ticket booth at Disney World. This was almost as much as I had paid to fuck Donald earlier. So, I was feeling a bit screwed. Already I was thinking that this little surprise wasn't the best of ideas. And I hadn't been wholly sold on it from the beginning. After dinner I had roamed the pool area of the Parliament House resort, and although I'd gotten a lot of offers, several willing to do exactly what I was looking for, Donald's slight image kept springing to mind. I wanted to do it with—to him—because his body was exactly what set me off. I didn't find anyone else at Parliament House with his body and I was only here for two days. I wanted to do him as often as I could.

I didn't have that much trouble finding him. All of the cartoon characters were gravitating toward the central circle on the island at the end of the Main Street section. The park would be closing in another couple of hours and many of the people, especially the ones with children, were filtering out of the park. The cartoon characters were gathering for last-minute photo ops with the children.

I picked out Donald in his little white, feathery fat suit and large yellow bill, and positioned myself in front of him, but away from the kiddies. I called out "Donald" to him and waved. He waved back.

When there was a break in the children, he turned and entered the park area called Adventureland. I followed at a discreet distance. He waddled with his little white tail wagging back and forth—I can't describe it in any better way—through that park area to the last building on one side, with the sign "The Pirates League." At the edge of the trees beyond that, he went down a path at the side of the building. He obviously wanted me to follow him, which I did.

I walked faster, catching up with him at the doorway into another building in back of The Pirates League building.

He quacked—quite convincingly—as I wrapped my arms around him and forced him deeper into the wooded area. Finding a pile of logs, I bent him over the logs on his fat, white tummy, found what I wanted to find—a zipper underneath him that exposed his ass.

I almost laughed at how furiously his little white tail was wagging as I slowly pushed my cock inside him. His channel seemed tighter than it had been back in my bedroom, but I managed to mount him amidst quite a bit of quacking. The quacking subsided fairly quickly into moaning though, and soon he was pushing back at my thrusts inside him and murmuring "Yes, fuck me, fuck me. You're so big," in a weak tenor voice.

When I had come, I stood up and away from him, tossed out a "Surprise, Donald! See you back at the resort," and left him there, panting and moaning.

I returned to Parliament House thirsty, but happy and decided to go to the resort's strip bar for another drink.

Entering the bar, I did a double take. Donald was dancing a pole in just a G-string.

He saw me, but it was several minutes before he was able to leave the stage. "Couldn't get enough of me?" he asked with a smile.

"Got that right. But how did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"How did you get back from the park before I did? There some quicker back route between Disney and here than Interstate 4?"

He gave me a quizzical look. "Don't understand what you mean. I was called off my evening shift at Disney tonight. So I took another shift on the pole here."

I said nothing, but I felt so traumatized by the mistake I had made that I had to take him back to my room and fuck the quack out of him all night long.