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   Sexual Encounter at the Movies

   I was depressed and lonely.  My wife had died almost 3 years ago, and my
only son just entered a college out of state.  And to top is off; it was my
birthday.  I had just turned 50.

   Every year for my birthday, I would take that day off from work, and
even with my wife gone; I had kept that tradition.  It was Friday morning,
and I was staring at my reflection's graying temples through my bifocals.

   When did I get gray, I wondered.  I just stared at my reflection,
wondering if I was just going to crawl back into bed and mope all day long.
I took a deep breath and sighed deeply.

   NO!  I told myself.  I needed to get out of the house and do something,
anything, for myself.  I had cooped myself in day after day; after work,
for almost those 3 long years.  I never did anything out of the house or
for myself.  My wife would not had wanted me to live that way.

   I was going to be determined.  There had to be something I could do to
pass the time and forget my woes.  Then, like a strike of lightning it hit
me.  I wanted to see a movie.

   So, I took a deep breath, huffed my overweight self over to the computer
and started to look up what was playing.  It was September and still hot
outside.  Most of the better movies had faded away when school started.

   At first, I didn't see anything I would like.  And I actually didn't
want to be around a lot of people.  I wanted my own personal pity party.

   So, I decided to look in the discount movies.  You know, the ones that
are probably on Netflix, or On Demand already.  I could both watch a movie
and have my own pity party at the same time.  At least it would take my
mind off of being bored.

   And I saw a movie I wouldn't mind seeing.  It was an action flick that
never made it to the box office mega hits.  It faded into the background as
the blockbusters took center stage.

   I was going to do it.  I was going to see this movie.  I changed my
shorts into the comfortable tan shorts.  They had wide legs and were not
too snug on my overhanging belly.  Plus they had deep wide pockets; great
for stashing cheep candy in.  I put on my dark gray croc shoes on.

   I also got on my solid light blue shirt.  It was even lose one me, and
had a stain on it.  But I didn't care.  I was depressed and I wanted - no
needed - to get out.

   So, I plopped my billfold and keys into my pockets.  I rushed to a
dollar store and purchased some M&Ms and some Junior Mints for only $2,
plus tax.  I then looked at my watch.  It was 9:30 and the movie started at
10:10, and I had that personality where I'd rather be an hour early than
one minute late.
So, I drove right to the discount movies.  When I arrived at the parking
lot, there were 5 cars in it.  And if one of those cars belonged to the
person running the place; that meant there were only 4 other families here.

And with school being in session, I suspected none of them were kids.

   I parked my car, and the run-down ticket stand had a sign stating
"Purchase your tickets inside." So, I went in.  There was a blonde haired
man behind the cash register.  He put on a wide smile.  It was a lot more
than I suspected from anyone running a run-down theater.

   I approached the counter and purchased my ticket for a mere $1.50, but I
didn't have any change.  So when he handed me my 50 cents back, he said. 
"Why so glum, chum?"

   He had a bright cheery sound to his voice.  I couldn't help but smile
just a little.  "I assure you; you do not want to hear about my dreary
life. It would only depress you."

   He didn't even frown.  "On the contrary mister.  You see, I am one of
those fix it personalities.  I hear people's pain, and do my best to fix
it. Making people smile, makes me smile." He said with a genuine smile.

   I actually smiled back just a hint.  "Okay," I sighed, "You asked for
it. My wife died three years ago, my kid have moved out, and I'm alone,
going to the movies by myself.  And you want to know what's worse than
that? Today is my birthday.  I turned 50 today.  Have you've ever heard of
anything more depressing?"

   He didn't frown.  He actually smiled wider.  "Well, happy birthday!" He
jutted out his hand.  "My name is Matt."

   I said "Thank you," weakly as I shook his hand a little surprised, "My
name is Robert, but most folks call me Bob."

   "Well, Bob.  I know what you need.  You need a friend.  You need someone
to help you forget your woes.  You need to stop worrying about everything
and live in the moment.  So, I tell you what Bob, I'm going to go out of my
way to make your birthday great!" His tone was light and bubbly.

   He slid over behind the food counter and I followed on the other side of
the counter.  "To start with," Matt continued.  "the popcorn and drink are
on the house!"

   "You don't have to do that." I said, being flattered, actually blushing
just a little.  I was not used to this kind of attention.

   "Oh, but I told you, my friend, I fix things.  Consider this my birthday
gift to you." He said as he loaded up the largest bucket of popcorn.

   "I take Pepsi." I added, my tone ever so slightly picking up.

   "You got it." He said as he filled the largest cup with ice and soda. 
"Now, my shift ends at noon.  That's just about when your movie ends.  So,
when you get out, I'm going to take you somewhere and we can talk, or watch
TV, or whatever you want to do.  You need to be taken care of.  You need to
be spoiled for just one day."

   I blushed again.  "Well, thank you.  You don't have to do that."

   "Oh, I told you my friend, making people happy makes me happy.  It's
what I do.  I have this knack for knowing exactly what people need.  And
I'm going to have ALL your needs taken care of."

   He gestured behind me to the empty entryway.  "Besides who's going to
tell?"

   I took my popcorn and drink.  "Thank you.  You know what?  I'm going to
take you up on your offer.  That would be very, very nice of you."

   Matt kept his huge smile on, and as I walked down the long hallway
towards the bathroom, I actually felt good.  Better than I had in a long,
long time.

   After I make the pit stop to the bathroom, and washed my hands, I was
headed down the long corridor.  My movie was the furthest from the
entrance.

   I walked by another movie playing and inside I heard a female voice
saying.  "OH JEFF!  YES!!  YES!!!  YES!!!  You know how I like it.  Fuck
me! Fuck me hard!  Ohhhhh!  Ohhhhh!"

   I glanced up at the movie title, and realized that there was no one
named Jeff in that movie.  Somebody was having sex in the movie theater.  I
mumbles softly to myself.  "You give it to her good Jeff."

   I continued my trek down the hall and entered my theater.  I walked down
the ramp.  There was not a soul in there.  The floors were sticky.  Some of
the seats upholstery was faded or peeling.  It smelled like old, stale
popcorn.

   This theater had a section for those who like to be really close where
the stairs went down.  Then it had a section, that was for wheelchairs, and
that had a few scattered seats in it.  Plus, the theater had stairs going
up, as with most theaters, that lead to all the other seats.

   The section for wheelchairs has the best leg room, and I was a big
fellow, so I like to sit there.  It wasn't like anyone was going to
complain.  It was eerie being empty like that.

   I sat in a chair that had only one chair to my left.  On my immediate
right was a open area for a wheelchair, and on the left of that vacant
chair next to me was another wheelchair section.

   I had plenty of room on both sides.  I usually wait for the movie to
start before taking out my discount candy, but I figured Matt would not
care less if I ate that.  In fact, he'd probably offer me more.  I actually
smiled again, but just weakly.

   I had only 15 more minutes until the movie started by the time I settled
in.  I ate the top layer of popcorn off, and dumped my candy in the bucket.
I shook the bucket to distribute the candy.  Then I took a swig of my soda
and patiently waited for the movie to start.

   After 5 minutes had passed, a little boy came in the theater.  He looked
to be about 7 years old.  He had thick blonde, wavy hair, He had blue,
loose shorts on, and a Spongebob T-shirt on.  He wore brown sandals.

   The little boy waked down the stairs to the close section.  He walked
across the front of the very front seats, and then back up the other
stairs. I couldn't figure out what he was doing.

   Then he walked up the steps to the main section.  I sat my popcorn
bucket on the floor, then I craned my neck to see him walk across the very
back row, and then back down again.  I figured he was looking for something
he had lost.

   He then walked right up to me and plopped his butt down right in the
chair next to me.  "There is nobody else in this theater." He said
matter-of-factly.

   I looked at his young face.  He had such a small button nose and a warm
smile.  "Yup.  We are the only 2 people here." I replied with a shock that
he sat next to me.

   Then he did the oddest thing.  He stared at my crotch.  Then he stared
into my eyes and smiled.  I just looked at him with a confused look.  Then
he stared at my crotch again and nodded his head forward.  Then he looked
back up at me with his hazel eyes and smiled wider.

   I was taken aback.  I didn't understand what he was doing, but it almost
seemed like he was suggesting something.  Then he looked at my crotch for a
third time, and this time when he looked up at my eyes, he raised and
lowered his eyebrows a couple of times.

   Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting?  I was a closet
pedophile, and being hit on by a little boy was my secret dream come true.
I was in shock and not sure what to do.  My heart started to race.  I had
to look around the empty theater.

   I glanced at my own crotch, as if it held the answer; and in the corner
of my eye, I saw my popcorn bucket.  God, how foolish was I?  I felt so
incredibly stupid.

   I picked up my popcorn bucket, and turned about 3 shades of red.  I was
so embarrassed for even thinking of such forbidden thing.  I said.  "You
want some of my free popcorn don't you?"

   What I was thinking would never happen to me.  I sighed and continued.
"I'll share it with me if you tell me your name and age."

   He nodded, sitting back in his chair.  "My name is Kyle, and I'm 7-years
old." He said with his continuous smile.

   I couldn't help but smile back.  "Nice to meet you Kyle, My name is Bob,
and today is my birthday.  I am 50 years old today."

   Kyle kept smiling.  "Well happy birthday Bob.  Mind if I join you?"

   I noted the fact that he was already sitting next to me.  I said.  "You
bet Kyle.  That would be nice." At least I wouldn't be lonely.

   Kyle took a big handful of popcorn and noticed the candy inside.  I
whispered to him.  "If you don't tell anyone that I sneaked candy, I won't
tell anyone you're skipping school today."

   Kyle just said.  "Okay.  I KNOW how to keep secrets."

   That took me off guard a little, but I said nothing.  There was a long
uncomfortable pause waiting for the previews of the movie to start, when
Kyle spoke up suddenly.  "I like wrestling."

   I laughed just a little at his sudden outburst.  "Well, when my son was
your age we used to watch wrestling all the time.  His favorite was the
Undertaker.  I doubt he's still wrestling though.  That was a few years
ago."

   Kyle laughed.  "Well, I do like that kind of wrestling.  But I like to
wrestle with my brothers.  We take our shorts off and try to pin each other
down."

   I gave Kyle a quick shocked look.  My hearing wasn't perfect and I
wasn't sure I heard him right.  Then it dawned on me.  "Oh, shirts.  I
thought you said...  Never mind." My pedophilia mind must have been working
overtime.

   Kyle raised his eyebrows up and down again, almost suggestively.  I knew
I was imagining all of this.  Or that it was some sort of prank, or
something like that.  So I changed the subject.

   "Well, one of my favorite past times is fishing and swimming.  I don't
swim as much as I used to."

   Kyle looked me right in the eyes and said.  "My family likes to swim
naked.  We love to swim between each others naked legs.  I like to brush up
against my brothers private parts, just to get a reaction." He was
examining me for a reaction.

   I didn't know how to respond to that.  I was about to ask him if this
was some sort of joke when the previews of the movie started.  The lights
dimmed down.  The faded curtain opened up to reveal the screen and the
projector hummed in the distance.

   Kyle leaned closer to me and hugged my arm.  I looked around.  I was
almost expecting to see someone with a camera or hear someone giggling at
this joke playing out before them.  But there was nobody there.

   I patted him on the shoulder like a father might pat his son.  It was
nice that he was paying attention to me.  I was still trying to register
what he had just said about swimming.

   It felt good when he hugged my arm.  Maybe he was as lonely as I was and
needed the attention.  I hadn't considered that.  Maybe he needed a friend
as much as I did.  So, I let him hug my arm.

   The previews played on.  We ate some popcorn and drank some soda.  Then
the main feature eventually started.  The room was dark now, with just
enough light to see the emergency exits, and the only other lighting came
from the movie itself.

   We watched about 10 minutes of the main feature when Kyle took his hand
and placed it on my inner left thigh.  I gasped, and slowly drifted my eyes
towards his direction.  He looked me right in the face and moved his
eyebrows up and down again.

   My breathing became shallow.  I was still staring at his handsome face.
Then I looked left and right, as if somebody else might catch us.  I set
the popcorn bucket on the floor.  Then I took a deep breath, and put my
left hand on his inner right thigh.

   He looked at me and nodded slowly, as if I finally got his message.  I
was shaking like a leaf.  Was I going to get caught?  What was he planning?
I was so nervous.  The movie was still blaring in the background.  I wasn't
even looking up at it anymore.

   Then I felt Kyle's hand work its way down my short's leg.  He paused
when he reached the opening where my thick leg was protruding.  Then he
rubbed the bare hairy skin, pushing his hand up into my shorts.  He rubbed
up and down my leg.

   My pulse was pounding.  I pushed up my bifocals with my free hand.  I
was still shaking.  There is a special place in Hell for pedophiles.  And I
was headed there for sure.  Most of my left leg was showing now.

   I took three deep breaths and eased my hand down his short's, until I
reached his smooth hairless leg.  Then I started to rub up and down on his
exposed thigh.  I closed my eyes for a minute.  I couldn't believe what was
happening, and was wondering if it was all a dream.

   That's when he pushed his hand further up my short's leg.  I even lifted
my butt up a little so he could get his hand in further.  Kyle started to
rub my brief covered cock.  My eyes shot open and I panted.  I was shaking
harder than ever now.  I wasn't sure if I should continue or stop this
madness.

   I closed my eyes again and gathered up the courage.  I eased my hand
forward up his smooth thigh.  I was feeling for the edge of his underwear,
when I got a huge surprise.  He had no underwear on!  I felt his tiny,
erect prick right in my hand.

   Oh my God!  My eyes opened again and widened.  I thought I was going to
hyperventilate.  He wiggled his eyebrows at me again.  I felt my cock
harden in his rubbing hand.  I didn't know what to do.

   He could see my unease, my fear, my reluctance.  He stood up slowly
taking his hand out from on top of my briefs.  My hand slid out from his
shorts.  He talked so calmly.  "You are too stressed out.  Look nobody's
going to come in.  No one's going to catch us.  I do this all the time. 
Just relax and enjoy it.

   He took off his T-shirt over his head.  He kicked is sandals off.  Then
he eased his shorts onto the floor.  He was naked as the day he was born. I
was transfixed on his 3" erection and hairless smooth body.  He slowly
turned around so I could take all of his beautiful naked body into view. 
The dim theater made it all so much more erotic.

   Kyle then said.  "I am your birthday present.  Suck my cock.  Let me
suck yours.  Feel my body.  Press it into yours.  Have fun.  You need this,
and you know it."

   It then dawned on me that Kyle looked a lot like Matt, the person I met
when entering the place.  He must be his son.  Matt was giving his son to
me as a sex present for my birthday.  That meant Matt was making sure we
would not be caught.

   I was starting to breath easier.  "Oh, hell, In for a penny, in for a
pound my mother used to say." I got slowly onto my knees in front of this
naked 7-year old.

   I stared at his beautiful cock.  It was small, and slightly thicker than
a pencil and standing at attention for me.  I reached out my hand.  It was
trembling less now.

   I started to feel his tiny erection.  I put my palm down one side and
then the other.  I eased my face towards his waiting hard on.  I smiled and
opened my dry mouth.  I put the whole cock inside my mouth and eased it
shut.  My tongue was pressing the whole thing to the top of the roof of my
mouth.  Kyle moaned at the same time I did.

   Kyle started to move his hips back and forth, but I put my hand on his
flat stomach to stop him.  I took my mouth off of his cock and said.  "No.
Slowly.  Very, very slowly."

   I had figured this was going to be my one and only chance at enjoy a
kid's cock, and by God, I was going to make it last.  I took a quick swig
of my soda, and eased my mouth onto Kyle's cock again and moaned again.

   I felt the mushroom shaped head of it at the back of my tongue.  The
hilt was at the tip of my tongue.  I, very, very slowly rocked my tongue
left and right on the underside of his cock.  It was so smooth, and the
perfect mouthful.

   I sucked very, very lightly, pulling the cock into my throat just a tiny
bit.  I looked around and found the tub of popcorn and coated my index
finger into the buttery mixture.  I then, eased my two hand towards Kyle's
butt.

   I separated his butt cheeks.  Kyle was now rubbing my thinning hair.  I
eased my buttery finger into his ass hole.  It slid right in.  I moved it
in and out slowly.  I was sucking softly.  I began to gyrate my tongue in
different directions.

   Kyle was moaning louder now.  He was enjoying this old, fat man sucking
his cock and fingering his ass hole.  I then started to move the cock in
and out of my mouth, using my returning saliva for friction.  I was in
heaven.

   Kyle was starting to move his hips forward and back.  I didn't stop him
this time.  It was a slow pace at first, but his bucking hips and my index
finger.  We picked up the pace.  Kyle was starting to pant.  I had a great
rhythm going.

   Then I felt his ass hole pulsate on my finger at the same time, I felt
his cock twitch just a little in my mouth.  He twitched about 4 times. 
Then I pushed his butt into me, pulling more of him into my body.

   I then let him slide out of my mouth.  I was so incredibly hard and
aroused, but it was okay.  If he didn't return the favor, I wouldn't had
minded at all.

   I was about to return to my chair when he said.  "Now, wait just a
minute.  I want to swallow your cum.  I know you need it."

   I stood up, took off my shirt, kicked off my crocks, and shoved down my
shorts and briefs in one quick move.  I was now naked.  I stood straight up
and said.  "Slowly.  Ever, ever so slowly.  Please, and very gradually pick
up the pace."

   Kyle smiled widely.  "You got it." He had to bend over slightly for his
mouth to take in my cock.

   Kyle took my cock in his right hand and started to stare at it.  He
tilted his head to the left and the right, while slowly moving my cock
around as if examining every detail.

   Kyle lifted the 6" erect shaft upward towards the ceiling.  I could feel
his breath on it.  He then pivoted it to the left, keeping his head in very
close as to examine every detail of my cock.

   He put his left eye less than an inch from the head of my cock.  He
tilted my manhood.  He put it close to his mouth and blew a cold, long
breath of air on it.  The cool air made me shutter a little.  He held my
cock close to his nose and was starting to smell it.

   I could hear his long breaths in and out.  I could feel every light
blow. It was such a tease, but it was what I had asked for.  I stared hard
at his face.  He licked his lips.

   The movie behind us, picked up in volume in its music, which usually
meant an exciting scene.

   Kyle took my cock carefully in his hand and squeezed it ever so
slightly. He took his finger and thumb from his right hand and softly
squeezed the head of my cock.  I pushed my butt forward.  He then took only
one finger of his right hand and traced the outline of my cock.

   He started at the head.  He felt the piss slit and petting it lightly.
He followed the mushroom head of my cock, kinda tickling me.  He then used
that finger to brush up against my largest vein underneath my cock.

   He went from the very top of the head to the bottom of the hilt.  He
then put his finger on the top of my shaft and followed the same route.  He
then took his other hand and took only one finger out and traced my ball
sacks, which have shrunk just a little in anticipating lust.

   Kyle put his tongue out of his lips just barely.  He leaned forward as
he tilted my head of my cock to this tongue.  He started to very, very
light lick right in my piss hole.  He was so light.  I took a gasp of
breath with each flick of his tongue.

   Out of my cock rose a tiny bubble of precum.  Kyle licked my cock ever
so slightly up and down the opening, lapping up the precum.  Then he eased
the very tip of his tongue right in the hole, very gently, and moved it in
and out of the piss hole.  I was wiggling with wonton desire.  I bit my
lower lip.  I made precum again, right on his tongue.

   I was starting to arch my back, pushing my head of my cock forward with
each tiny lick.  He took his left hand, and put that one tiny finger and
brushed it against my balls just a little harder, having both a tickling
response and a anticipating response.

   Kyle then took the head of my cock all the way into his mouth, but did
not move his tongue or head.  He just laid that part of my cock in his warm
mouth.  He made sure his right thumb was on the underside of my cock, right
where the largest vein was, and kept his other four fingers on top of my 5
½" erect shaft.

   He pushed my foreskin forward, and then stopped.  Then he eased it back
to the hilt, and stopped again.  His left hand started to very, gently
massage my left ball.  He squeezed my ball every so softly.

   Kyle moved his tongue left and right on my head of my cock, and started
to move his hand forward and back on my shaft, slightly faster.  I was
breathing harder now.  I took a breath with each of his thrust.

   His left hand now had both balls in them.  He was jiggling them in his
tiny hand and he pressed down on it easily, doing a very easy massage.  I
was starting to feel the pressure in my cock to rise.

   I looked down at his cute 7-year old face.  I had to suck my large belly
in to see my cock inside his mouth.  He smiled, and startled me when he
took my cock and plunged it half was into his warm mouth.  I gasped.  My
eyes became wide open.

   Kyle had repositioned his right hand so he had only 2 fingers on top
instead of all 4.  He added suction to his mouthful.  I could feel his
tongue rocking my cock around the inside of his mouth.  This was the best
sexual torture.  I was very glad I had asked him to go slowly.

   I was starting to moan.  Kyle wasn't too fast, so it'd be over in 4
minutes; nor was he too slow that it was frustrating.  He then stared to
move his head forward and back again.  My cock's foreskin rubbing against
his lips.

   When he spied me looking at his face again, he plunged my cock in his
mouth quickly again, letting go of his hand first.  I could feel my entire
cock inside of his tepid orifice.  His left hand was now squeezing my balls
with more rhythm.  Oh, how the pressure in my cock and balls were rising.

   I felt his right hand reach between my two legs, and inch seeming to
search for my ass hole.  I pivoted slightly to the side so he could find
his target.

   His right hand had pressed into the folds of my chubby butt cheeks.  His
finger was getting closer and closer to the target.  I waited anxiously.  I
was breathing hard, but steady breaths.  Kyle's mouth quickening with its
pumping action.

   I felt his right finger pressed into my anus.  He started to move it
back and forth.  His sucking was now a lot harder.  I was moaning harder.
His left had was gyrating my balls with excellent pace.

   I felt the pressure in my cock start to grow even more.  I could feel
from the very innermost part of my groin, that it wouldn't be long now. 
Kyle kept deep-throating my cock.  I could feel every time he swallowed his
saliva.

   I was getting closer now.  I was starting to hold back.  I wanted to
spurt hard shots inside of his waiting mouth.  Finally the pressure was
getting almost too much to bear.

   "I'm going to cum!  You might want to back off a little." I warned.

   But Kyle had the opposite idea.  He instead took his hand from my balls
and put it on my butt cheek and pressed me further into him.  His sucking
had actually increased, as did his tongue action.  He was pushing that
finger in and out my ass hole quickly now.

   I couldn't hold back a second longer.  I felt the flow rush up and out
of my cock and down his throat.  Kyle swallowed hard.  He backed my cock
up, as my cock was still spurting, and Kyle rested it on his tongue.

   I felt another hard spurt, as he opened his mouth, and I could see my
semen shoot on the back of his throat.  I even saw it hit his tonsils.  The
light from the movie had been enough to see inside his gaping mouth.

   Kyle's left hand had change to jerking the rest of my seed into his open
mouth.  I could see that his tongue was coated with it.  I spurted three
more spurts of cum into his mouth before I was finished.  I hadn't even
masturbated in at least 3 or more years.  It was such a great release.

   When I was done, Kyle closed his mouth on my cock once again, and
swallowed hard.  Then he sucked it one more time, I suppose for good
measure.  I was so satisfied.  I took a huge sigh of relief.

   Kyle eased my cock back out of his mouth.  All I could think to say was.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." He stood all the way back up again, and
I hugged his naked body to mine saying 'thank you' multiple times.

   Kyle hugged me back.  I slowly let go.  I went over to where I had
discarded my underwear and shorts, and put them back on.  I noticed that
Kyle was also getting dressed again.

   When we were both finished dressing, I asked.  "So, I guess that means
your going to go now?"

   Kyle smiled.  "No, I'll watch some of the movie with you."

   This time when we sat back down, I hugged onto his arm.  The movie
played on, but I wasn't paying that much attention to it.  This was the
best birthday present I have ever recived.

   Before the movie was over.  Kyle said.  "Um, just a sec.  I'll be right
back."

   As he got up to leave.  I felt satisfied that if he didn't return.  I
knew he probably had to go.  But, less than a minute later he returned with
something in his hands.

   It was hard to see with only the light from the movie screen.  Kyle came
back to me and handed me the item.  It was a jar of KY jelly.  He stood up
in front of me, shoved down his short revealing his naked butt.  He bent
over and grabbed on hand on each of his butt cheeks and spread himself open
for me.

   He said.  "The movie is getting close to the end.  You may want to
hurry."

   I quickly stood up and dropped my shorts and briefs around ankles.  When
I stood behind the bending boy, I noticed how incredibly tiny his butt hole
was.  I didn't think there was any way in the world I could fit my fat cock
into it.

   My cock returned with only a partial erection.  I took the KY jelly and
slathered in on my shaft.  I was smiling now and a little nervous that Kyle
had asked me to hurry.

   I still had a little KY jelly on my index finger so I eased it into
Kyle's awaiting butt hole, smearing the lubricant around.  My two fingers
were tight inside hit awaiting hole.

   I inched forward, my fat stomach was almost resting on his back.  I felt
around for his ass hole with my cock.  I sucked my gut in and I could see
that tiny pucker of a hole and my thick head of my cock.

   Kyle had opened his cheeks wider for me to gain entry.  I pushed forward
and just the head went in.  It was like someone had grabbed onto my head of
my cock with a vice grip, he was so tight.  I was starting to lose my
concentration.

   Kyle cheered me on.  "You can do it Bob, just ram it in.  I can take
it!"

   I shoved my butt forward and got my cock in his very tight hole about
half way.  He yelled out again.  "Fuck me hard Bob!  Plunge it right in."

   I pressed my half erect cock all the way inside his diminutive hole.  I
needed something else to stimulate me.  I needed to get a full erection.

   That's when I noticed that my hand still was covered in KY jelly.  So, I
reached around Kyle and found his 7-year old prick.  It was erect.  That
was the stimulation I needed.  My cock became fully hard and erect and
stretched his hole with effort.  But it felt amazing.  God, his hole was
small.

   I moved it my cock and out about 3 strokes getting a good angle.  Kyle
let go of his butt cheeks and steadied himself on the ground, so I wouldn't
knock him over with my plunges.  I was moving my hand up and down his 3
inches of boyhood.  I was pumping both my hand and my cock at the same
pace.

   The movie behind us was getting close to the end.  Kyle said.  "Um, you
might want to hurry."

   I got more nervous, and I didn't want to lose my momentum.  So I closed
my eyes and started to plunge my cock in and out of his tight little
entrance.  I felt my low hanging balls slap his body.  It not only slapped
his body, but it slapped his small balls.

   I went in and out of him as fast as I could.  I was moving my hand at
the same speed.  I was breathing hard.  He was breathing hard.  My eyes
were clamped shut.  I was grunting.  The only reasons I didn't cum
immediately is because I had already came once, and I was starting to get
positively scared that I would get caught.

   So, I hankered down, and concentrated on the wonderful feeling brewing
up inside my cock.  I could feel the pressure build.  I could feel the
friction of his snug pathway on my longing loins.  I could feel my now
shrinking balls still tapping his body.  I felt he had to brace himself
with each thrust forward.

   Finally, I heard the credits start on the movie.  I was fucking his hole
with blinding speed now.  I needed to hurry.  Kyle beat me to the punch as
I felt his anus pulsate over my cock at the same time I felt his prick
pulsate in my hand.  That is just what I needed.  Finally, the release
gushed out.  I felt my sperm enter Kyle.  "I'm cumming." I whispered.

   I stayed inside Kyle's ass hole for a few seconds.  That's when I heard
the sound of hands clapping very slowly.  It clapped once.  My eyes shot
open.  I saw Matt watching my performance.  My cock was still inside this
little boy.  My hand was still grasping Kyle's erection.

   Matt clapped a second time.  I got over the shock of him watching and
pulled out.  A string of cum was connecting my cock with Kyle's hole.  The
KY jelly glistening on my hand and his prick.  There would be no denial of
what I had just done to the boy.

   And Matt clapped a third time.  I quickly pulled up my underwear and
shorts.  Kyle stood up slowly, too slow for my taste, and pulled up his
shorts.  Kyle and Matt were both smiling.  I was realizing how similar they
looked.  I was right, Kyle must had been Matt's son.

   Matt didn't look mad at all.  I was scared.  Matt finally said. 
"Congratulations Bob.  You know how hard it is to get Kyle to do any anal
stuff?  He usually has to be talked into it, and he never, ever does it for
a total stranger.  You are one lucky man."

   "I mean, my eleven year old Jeff, would be butt fucked by anyone that
needed it.  But not Kyle.  He is an oral kid.  " Matt added.

   My memory raced back to that theater I had passed where the woman was
wanting Jeff to fuck her.  Could that had been the same Jeff?

   I felt my heart racing, Matt could seriously slap my butt in jail.  I
had DNA evidence in Kyle's ass - and in his stomach for that matter.  I
couldn't say a word.

   Matt reached over and patted me on the shoulder.  It finally had sunk
into what he was saying.  Kyle came over to me and motioned a finger for me
to bend down.

   I bent down and Kyle gave me a long kiss right on the lips.  My eyes
were still staring at Matt, afraid of what he might do or say; what he had
said just a second ago had not registered yet in my mind.

   Kyle began to press hie tongue into my mouth.  I stated to relax and
started to french kiss him back.  Kyle was a great kisser.  Matt tapped
Kyle on the head.  "We need to clear out this theater, if you know what I
mean."

   Kyle gave me a wink and headed for the exit.  He paused right at the
exit and moved his eyebrows up and down one more time before exiting.  I
was trying to take it all in.

   The credits of the movie were getting close to the end.  Matt said. 
"Now, that offer to spend the rest of the day with me is still open if you
want it."

   "In fact," Matt continued, "since Kyle has taken such a shine to you. 
My wife and I have decided to make you an honorary part of our family.  I
have 3 sons and 3 daughters, and tonight's family night.  And this movie
theater thing is just a small sample of what we have in store.

   Matt paused.  "That is if you want to join us." Hew wiggled his eyebrows
up and down with a warm smile.

   I didn't know what else to do, so I grabbed Matt in a big old bear hug
and kept saying thank you over and over again.
   The End.