IDIOT IN THE BACK ROW

By DannyR  (MM/b, oral, anal, incest)
Copyright 2011.  All rights reserved.

Authors Reminder:  Dont forget that inquiring authors want to knowwhat did you think?  So when youre done, put your fingers to a  dried-off, cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing:  dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didnt happen.  Never will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that were clear on whats what, and whats not, read on.

SPECIAL NOTE:  Steve, you freaking pervert! Such a damned inspiration. Cant wait for the next one.  Thanks!!


IDIOT IN THE BACK ROW


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October 1, 2011

To:  Sam

From: Mike

Subject: Yesterday

Okay, so Im an idiot. Only idiots like public sex, right? And no, I dont mean just public sex where you know youre going to get caught, as in knowing youll have an audience and being turned on, but the kind where theres a risk. Like an arrest type risk. And the less mild the risk the better the sex.

You combine that with being a pedo fag (as you very well know, you perv, I fuck little boys, I fuck men, and vice versa) and the public sex risks are even greater and hotter.

Generally, though, I only molest little boys in public places where I know my dick going in and out of his mouth or his cunt will be appreciated. Like at the Strand.  A local movie theatre whose better days were about fifty years ago. Now it shows straight porn in the big theatre downstairs, and the balcony has been converted to a movie theatre where they show gay porn. And fags suck dick and get their asses fucked upstairs, downstairs, and in the basement toilet.

My nephew Terry is a little slut. Eight, glasses, skinny, pointy tits, two inch equally skinny stiffie, tiny balls up tight against his pricklet. Me and my brother have been sexing him almost since he came home from the hospital. Unfortunately weve created a little monster and we cant keep up with him.  So from time to time, John takes him to work and parks him in the executive toilet. Kind of amazing that the week after Terry visited his dad at work for the first time (definitely not the annual take-your-kid-to-work day to show off how important daddy is) a gloryhole miraculously appeared in both walls of the center stall in the executive mens room. Not some quick and dirty, have to get this done before I get caught, holes either.

John really had to do some work and so then six-and-a-half Terry was left sitting on the stool in the center stall, naked, his feet dangling, his clothes neatly folded on the floor, out of the way. Playing with his stiffie. John had once caught the CFO looking at a kiddy porn story from Nifty, something about Another Mike but didnt let on that hed seen. That day, once Terry was set (and hed sucked men in toilets since well before he started kindergarten, so the kid knew what the fuck was going on), John casually dropped by the CFOs office and mentioned that hed left a present for him in the executive washroom. Of course the guy was all what the fuck and indignant (what kind of fucking employee leaves a present for a man higher up in the food chain in a toilet), but John, with that kind of boyish charm he still has at forty, just assured the CFO he could thank him later.

The CFO did, indeed, stop by Johns office about a half hour later to express his thanks for a gift that kept on giving. And mentioned that it seemed to be a gift that needed to be shared, so hed advised a few close friends in the company, plus three clients who were on their way over for an unscheduled meeting with the CFO and the CEO. When John asked which hole hed used, the CFO was shocked. Hed just gotten a blowjob and simply told the others that there was a naked little boy in the executive washroom sucking dicks.

John had gotten up, and come out from behind his desk, his hardon (even after two morning fucks for the kiddy slut) renewed at the thought of all those men, especially his bosses, molesting his boy.  The CFO had looked down at Johns thick meat making an underwear-free ridge down the right leg, looked in Johns eyes and gotten three messages:  (1) John thought it would be really fucking nice if the CFO sucked him off; (2) John didnt really have to bring his little boy slut to work to share, and (3) John would probably require some incentives other than sex to keep on supply son cunt for the office pedos.  The CFO had only gotten one of the messages wrong, and two out of three wasnt bad. Though the CFOs no longer virgin cunt (after being bent over Johns desk and fucked with a spit lubed cock) ached when John was through with him, his cock ached, too, knowing it was soon going to be buried in little boy pussy in the toilet.

So dropping in to visit John at work on a day Terry was slutting the toilets, knowing Id probably be caught molesting my nephew was always hot.  So was taking him to a mall toilet or the park bushes. Or the Strand. I have no fucking idea who owns the place, but despite all the warning signs and shit they know what the fuck is going on whether its in either theatre or in the video booths, with or without gloryholes, including the no-more-than-one-person booths with two or three scrunched in and fucking up a storm.  But that was all adults and perfectly, or mostly perfectly, legal. Nothing to get them busted.

Letting in a very young boy so the boy can be molested is another thing entirely. Fortunately, the two managers that I know are very bribable. One with cash, the other with sex. When hes in a mood for sex, the queers who frequent the place, like me, know theyre going to give up one hole or the other in his small office, and still have to pay to fucking get in the place. The only time I get in for half price...not free, the bastard, just a half-off discount...is when I come in the front door, give him the signal and leave. He turns off the alarm for the emergency exit to the alley at the back of the building, and lets me and the boy in.

If its one of my boys other than Terry, there are two more I regularly molest, since the father of one and grandfather of the other are kind and sharing pedos, the manager bastard still makes dad/granddad come into the theatre at the front and pay full price.

So Strand sex with a kid whore is another kind of hot public sex, still with the risk (always present wherever fags congregate for sex that isnt behind closed home door) that the cops will conduct a sudden raid.  Sitting in the back row with a naked child beside you who is being molested by a fat, slobbering middle aged man, knowing that in the occasionally bright light from the porn on the big screen youre going to be seen and seen well is not a problem. After all, the men in that theatre are not there for theatrical brilliance on the screen.  Theyre there for sex, not necessarily with you, not necessarily with a kid, but still theyre there to either get their rocks off in a willing mouth (most often) or willing ass (sometimes), or get their actual or psychological rocks off servicing as many dicks as they can.

But a fucking mainstream fucking theatre where theyre showing fucking Phantom of the fucking Opera? In stadium fucking seats?

If you could see me smiling right now, looking down at my hardon as I type, youd see it was a pretty damn smug smile.

Wish youd been there.

No, no, guy, really, I do.  Well, you were *there*, of course, since you were in the theatre. And really, I do understand that youd already made plans to go see Phantom with the friend who knows youre queer but doesnt know youre a boyfucker as well. And I do understand that even though wed sucked each others cocks standing side by side in that fucking brightly lit toilet about a half hour before the show started (and wasnt that fucking brilliant and risky), we couldnt recognize each other since its just plain sensible to keep your pedo life entirely separate from your less-than-pedo life.

So there you and your friend were, middle of the row, about half way up.

Me, up on the last row. Sitting, for some odd reason, in the third seat over from the right wall (as youre facing the screen), when Id normally be sitting a few seats in from the aisle in the center section.  Of course that means I was essentially sitting right at the top of the aisle leading up that side of the theatre from the entrance.

A man and a woman sitting six-seven-eight rows down, in the two seats right over the entrance hallway. A man sitting directly in the center of the back row.  A couple of people two rows from the back on the far side.  A few people in the row behind you and your friend, the rest in seats below you. Nowhere near crowded.

And then along comes this old fart, dressed in grey slacks and a black/white shirt, hiking up the stairs with a little boy holding his hand. Id seen them before. In the toilet.

No, asshole, I was *not* fucking cruising the toilet after you left to go meet your friend.  That trip to the toilet was because I really had to go, and I was standing there, cock out, doing the race horse piss bit at the urinal right next to the handicap/kiddy urinal, when this little boy comes in, steps up to that urinal, pushes these loose little shorts he was wearing right under his naked butt cheeks and starts pissing. Im so fucking shocked I dont move. And old fart picks the urinal next to me (the closest he can get and still protect the kid from perverts), hauls out his own cock and starts pissing, too.

So I did what I usually do when confronted with kids in a public, brightly, brightly lit toilet. I squeezed my ass muscles, cut the piss, got myself together and got the fuck out without bothering to wash my hands. Filthy me.  

And there they were again, when Id figured this was grampa or great-grampa taking the boy to one of the kid films showing.

So very fucking polite, asking me softly if the seats to my right (the one next to the wall, the one next to me) were taken. A head shake later and grampa was seated against the wall, then the little kid, then me. Maybe somebody would take us for a family unit. Grampa, daddy, son. Or something.

Definitely or something.

The play wasnt all that much started when the dirty old man was playing with himself. And so was the kid. Naturally, I should have gotten up and moved. Fucking a convenient little boy surrounded by pedos and fags all interested in participating/watching, in a theatre intended for sex, is one thing, but this? Too fucking dangerous. End of my life as I know it, blow your brains out when word gets out, kind of dangerous.

Naturally I stayed where I was.

And just a little while later, while my cock was wetting my pants with precum, the old fart hauls his cock and balls out, jacking with his right hand while his left hand is down inside the front of the kids shorts. Jeez, this guy had more balls than I could ever hope to have. He stopped the sexing, undid his belt, unbuttoned the top of his pants, and then raised his hips to slide them down to his knees. Spread his knees as wide as he could. Raised the armrest between their seats. Cupped the back of the kids head with his left hand, and the boy just leaned over and sucked all of the old man's dick right down to his...non-fucking-existent pubes. Shaved bare, including his balls. I found that out when he let me stretch my hand out to feel him up where the boy was drooling slime as he bobbed up and down.

"Timmy," he whispered really soft. (Well, fucking duh) "Six. My grandson."

I didn't have the nerve to get my own dick out, but like I said, it was fucking hard and I was sure the fuck squeezing it through my pants.

"Use your hand, buddy," he whispered. I thought he meant me, but then the kid who was on his knees on his seat, bracing himself on the old man's thighs to suck, stretched out his left arm between grampa's legs. Grampa sort of wiggled around, raising and lowering his hips slightly until finally he grunted, held really, really still, then shifted lower in the seat and spread his knees so that his pants and underwear slid down to the floor.

"You know what he's doing?"

I shook my head, though I figured the kid was just playing with his grampa's balls. I know I like having my balls played with when I have a little boy sucking my dick, especially if the cum dump is deep throating me like little Timmy was doing to grandpa.

The old man moaned softly. "He's got his fist in my cunt." My turn to moan. "His daddy, my son, fucked both of us before we left. So did Tommy, my sixteen year old grandson. Added a little lube to be sure I was pretty slimy in case we got this chance."

I whimpered.

"Glad I figured you for a pedo."

"Huh?" I was too loud and looked around but the guy way over in the center of the back row was concentrating on the show.  So was the couple directly below us. All theyd have to do was turn around for some reason, look up and then scream the fucking house lights on.

"Fuck, man, the way you couldn't keep your eyes off Timmy while he pissed right next to you in the men's room? You even aware that if it had been somebody except me in the toilet you'd have been busted? That and the way your dick plumped up."

"Okay, so I like the idea of little boys peeing. Never saw it before."

"Shit, you some kind of virgin."

I nodded.  Damn, I am *such* a fucking fine liar.

"Okay, that fucking screen is going to be brightening up soon, I know this show. Pull Timmy's shorts down, play with his pussy while I get off. Then he can suck you."

The best Christmas ever just came fucking months early. Little Timmy was commando under those shorts, and when I put my fingers on his hot little boy hole (my first ever, grandpa thought) it was indeed slimy, and his pussy lips were all puffy. I pushed a finger inside, so fucking hot.

"Suck your fingers. He likes three."

I did what I was told, ignoring the fact I'd die in fucking jail if same row guy turned his head right and fucking looked.  If husband-wife down below did.the husband-wife directly below us right above the exit noticed and looked back. Or the guy in our same row. I swallowed my first, hopefully not last, taste of this boys pussy juices, and daddy cum and brother cum, then three fingers slicked and shoved and I began finger fucking him. He sucked harder and faster on grampa, and then started shaking all over. Christ his was a talented cunt. Those dry cums practically crushed my fingers with his cunt muscles. In a few seconds I could see grampa biting his lip, holding his six year old grandson's head down as he pumped the boy's throat with cum.

They wiggled and moved some more and the boy got his shiny slimy fist out of his grampa's man cunt, and after I regretfully pulled my fingers out of the kiddy hole the boy turned around on his knees toward me. I was the most visible one, right at the top of the goddamned aisle. It was stupid.

It was necessary. I opened my pants and hauled my aching cock out. But first I accepted Timmy's gift. He held his gooey slimy hand up to me and I got to lick it clean of his daddy's cum, his brother's cum, the lube and his grampa's ass juices. And then the kid was deep throating my cock. Grampa whispered, "Hold his head. Fuck him rough. My slut likes that."

I couldn't help myself. I did just that, ramming my hips up as hard as I could until I held his head down, my knob end in his kid cunt throat, and drained my fucking balls.

After that it was a nervous (yeah, pedos do get nervous after theyve emptied their balls), silent scramble for two pedos and a molested six year old to get their clothes back together and start pretending that none of it had ever happened.

Except that grandpa leaned across the boy slut and in a whisper <well, duh again> asked me if Id like to molest little Timmy again.

I cannot tell a lie (except when itll get me in a little boys mouth or cunt), I told him I would indeed. He handed me a card with a hotmail address on it.  Well, color him fucking pedo-prepared.

Guess youve figured that if youre really, really nice to me, maybe give me a crack at your little nephews ass that youve been so coy about, I might share Timmy.

So, yeah, you would've enjoyed the play...or something...if you'd been able to join us.

But you couldnt. And didnt.

Leaving me to be the idiot in the back row.

Neener, neener, neener.

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