I met Rickles in the Magic Kingdom under the south awning of Cinderella’s Castle (I know) during Gay Day at Disney World in June of ’08. He was wearing lady dainty glass slippers (I know) and I whisked him away on my magic pumpkin (“monorail”) to my suite at the Disney Howard Johnson’s in Enchantment Village. At the suite at the HoJo, I totally fucked his butt. The buttsex got hard and fast, and my left knee slippe(r/d) from the edge of the smooth crack of his young bubble butt and crashed down on the lady dainty glass slipper on his left foot. I smashed the glass slipper into pieces. Bleeding from both his heel and his butthole, Rickles screamed and in the excitement of the accidental violence I shot a viral load all over his ballsack. Helping, I wrapped his bloody heel in HoJo complimentary gauze and licked my cum out of his asshole. While chewing on my cum, he begged for me to spit my sperm directly on the wound on his heel (I know) and, realizing that I was both HIV+ but also wagering that he was on PrEP, I spat my cum all over the bloody cut on his heel. I rubbed the cum in with the HoJo gauze. Most folks don’t know this, but cum can be used (secondarily) as a balm in ointment form. Before you could say “Disney Magic,” Rickles heel was he(e/a)l(ed) and I escorted the boy to the HoJo lobby and waited for him while he boarded the tram. Rickles and I had great buttsex, but my only regret is rubbing my viral sperm into the bloody wound on his foot. But I figured, if Disney Magic isn’t a prophylactic against accidental transmission of HIV — I don’t know what is. Later, I realized that taking him for the HoJo fried clams would have been “the right thing to do.”