Still A Sweet Memory

We lived in a small town with one movie theatre. Part of our summer activities were Wednesday matinees for a dollar. As middle schoolers we sat in the balcony seating with the other kids from school. The bathrooms were in the basement and it wasn't uncommon for the owner to be there. We lined up at the urinals, or took our turn in the stall. If we took too long the old man would tap our shoulder, or slap his open hand on the stall. His words still ring in my head "no jacking off".

I guess he liked me because he slapped my behind when I went to the bathroom, made fun of my dick asking when I was going to grow up. His attention didn't go unnoticed and my school friends made fun of me. On the fateful occasion I was the only one in the bathroom when he stood next to me and showed me his dick, "this is a dick", he said, "maybe one day you're going to grow a dick too". With that he grabbed my dick in his hand and worked it with his fingers, looking in my eyes "like that, don't you?", "I knew it". And bent down and sucked it.

That I liked it was true, but right then I was embarrassed. He patted my rear end and told me to keep this to myself. When he saw me he winked, patted my rear, if it was possible he would grab my dick in my pants. He invited me to see the projection room, hugged me and kissed me, taking my dick out of my pants he sucked me again. This time he had me hold his dick in my hand and kiss it. The visit to the projection room lasted at most five minutes.

For the rest of the summer I visited the projection room. When little league started my coach, who was a fireman, told me I shouldn't be going to the projection room. Summer ended and school started and the Wednesday dollar movies were over till the next year. But my memories have never been erased, that summer I found out that girlfriends were overrated, my interest were elsewhere.