Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002 01:49:23 +0000 From: Josh10 By_Gosh Subject: McDonald's Is For Kids This is a work of fiction. If sex between a man and a boy offends you, please leave. If such stories are illegal where you live, please leave. If you are under 18, please leave. McDonald's Is For Kids As a travelling salesman, I spend much of my time on the road. For reasons of convenience and consistency, I have taken to eating a McDonald's. Not exactly haute cuisine, but at least you know what to expect. No nasty surprises. Being a lover of young boys, this offers me a chance to indulge my voyeuristic side. After all, where there is McDonald's, there will be small boys. Arriving in a medium sized city at lunch time, I looked up the local outlet and proceeded to order my lunch. It was a hot summers day and the place was packed. I had only one choice for a seat and that was in the seating area for the Playland. Normally, I would shun this area because of the high noise level. But, out of necessity, I took the only seat available. Shortly after I began my meal, a table- one down from me in the next row over - became empty. Immediately, a teenage girl arrived, herding two boys into the empty seats. She then disappeared, leaving them on their own. The two boys appeared to be brothers. They both had blonde hair, cut very short. Both were wearing muscle shirts and matching shorts. The one facing me looked to be about seven. The other, whose back was to me, might have been eight as he was just a little taller. The boy facing me was extremely cute with a hint of the devil in his eyes. I bet you're a handful, I thought to myself. Both boys kicked off their sneakers in anticipation of some play time in the play area. As they waited for the older girl, they squirmed in their seats and spoke to each other in quiet whispers. Occasionally, the two would erupt in a fit of giggles. By this time, I had forgotten my lunch and was staring, spellbound, at the two. As I watched, the two boys seemed to quiet down. The one closest to me leaned back in his seat and slid his butt forward. The one facing me followed suit. I watched, stunned, as the older boy's foot slowly inched its way across the gap between the pair. Gradually his foot rose up his brother's leg until it was in his lap. The younger one responded by spreading his legs wide - giving me a complete few of his shorts-covered crotch area. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the foot moved in between the two legs and began a gentle massage. The young boy giggled as his brother gently rubbed the foot over his privates. This lasted for about a minute before the older one withdrew his foot. I watched, breathlessly to see if anything else would happen. Older brother squirmed in his seat for a second. Then re-introduced his now bare foot into his brother's lap. The gentle massage started up again. The younger boy giggled and looked around. Then, thinking that no one could see, he pulled his shorts and briefs aside. This gave his brother access to his fully exposed genitals. I almost gasped out loud as the boy unknowingly exposed himself to me. I watched in awe as the bare toes rubbed back and forth over a skinny three inch erection. The young boy closed his eyes as his brother's foot brought him pleasure. The foot moved up and down and from side to side. Occasionally, it moved down to two tiny balls that sat just below the erect boy cock. All the while, the younger boy sat motionless. Unseeing and uncaring. I could not take my eyes off this wanton sexual act - being played out in, of all places, McDonald's. After what seemed like ages but was probably only another minute or two, I glanced back at the young boys face. He was staring right into my eyes. At first I was shocked - then realized that he was smiling. He knew that I had been watching his brother's foot masturbating him. I glanced from eyes to cock; cock to eyes; and back again. A tiny smile flickered across his face. Beginning in his eyes and racing to his mouth. He was teasing me. Daring me to stare at his hard little dick. And then, as quickly as it began, it was over. There was a quick movement of hands and feet and all was covered. The girl arrived bearing a tray of food (well, this is fiction - I can get away with calling what McDonald's serves food). She set it on the table; said something to the boys; and left again. I watched her go. All the way to the back where she joined two girls round her own age. I suddenly realized that I was hot and soaked with perspiration. And my food was now ice cold. I sat quietly. Occasionally nibbling a cold fry. Watching the boys out of the corner of my eye. Would they dare to repeat their nasty little game? I would wait and see. I soon realized that watching the boys eating was almost as much fun as what I had witnessed earlier. They were indeed brothers. As conversation became louder and more animated, I realized they had much in common. Speech patterns, hand gestures and even body language were similar. I was fascinated by how much alike two human beings could be. Then I was caught again. Now two smiling faces were checking me out. Guiltily, I looked away. When I looked back, I was startled to see younger brother flashing me. His hand would sneak down to his shorts and pull them to one side. His cock was now soft, sticking straight out over his tight little ball sac. I looked at his face. The little brat was playing with me. Over the next few minutes, he flashed me at least a dozen times more. I felt like a fish with a worm dangling in front of me. It was one of the strangest days of my life. Finally, I'd had enough. I gathered my now cold lunch onto the tray and headed for the garbage. After dumping the lot, I headed for the bathroom and the privacy of the stall. This was an older McDonald's - one sink, one stall and two urinals. I decided to use the stall. I knew I had to piss and I wasn't sure if I would end up masturbating. Locking the stall door, I dropped my pants and underwear and grabbed hold of my friend. He was semi-stiff, no doubt from all the recent scenery. I aimed for the ball and let fly a yellow stream. A sigh escaped my lips. "Hey mister! You in there?" a little voice said. I looked down at the opening between the stall door and the wall. I could see a little eye ball peering back at me. "What do you want son? Do you have to use the toilet?" I asked. "Why were you looking at my wiener out there?" I thought for a moment. "Probably for the same reason you were showing it to me." I put my eye to the crack. Thank god we were still alone. "What do you want boy?" "Can I see your wiener, Mister? It's only fair," he said. "You seen mine." I was about to argue with him when I realized that what he said made perfect sense - at least to him. "Please, Mister," he whined. "I won't tell nobody." "But what about that girl?" I asked. "Oh. That's just my dumb sister. She's too busy yakking with her friends to worry about me. Besides, she can't come I here." More damn kid logic. I was trapped by a seven year old. I thought for a minute. "O.K., I'm opening the door," I said. As I slid the latch over, the young boy came barrelling in. I closed the door behind him and locked it. "Wow! Mister, that's a cool one." I suddenly realized that I still had my pants around my ankles. "Yeah," I said, blushing. "Yours is cool, too." "Can I touch it?" he asked. I peered through the crack. Still no one in the washroom. "Yeah, I guess." Before the words were half out of my mouth, a small warm hand was feeling my manhood. Not only feeling it. God! He was practically jacking me off. "You wanna feel mine, Mister?" As a matter of fact, that very thought had just crossed my mind. "O.K.," I said. "Let me make this more comfortable." I pulled the toilet seat down and lifted the boy up. I told him to place one foot on either side and keep still. Unless he wanted a pissy, wet foot. Once he was standing, I pulled his shorts and briefs to just below his balls. His penis was still hard - as if he had been planning and anticipating this all along. I took his little rod between my fingers. It was hot to the touch. His three inch stiffie was uncut, but the skin was almost completely off the head. I rubbed it between finger and thumb - sliding the taut skin up and down. "M.m.m.m.m," he murmured. "You like that?" I asked. "Yeah, Mister. It's really cool." "I know something else you would like." "You can do whatever you want," he said. I grasped his too firm, smooth bum cheeks in my hands and bent forward. He let out a small gasp as my lips slipped over his cock head and made the short journey to the smooth base. "Oh, that is so..o..o..o..o cool!" "Just keep quiet," I muttered around his swollen cock. I pursed my lips tightly together and slid them up and down his little dick. It was so hot and so sweet. My hands parted his cheeks and I allowed a finger to play in his crack. I quickly found his puckered little anus and pressed on it. It was moist and slippery. Probably due to a lack of paperwork after his last bowel movement. I slipped a fingertip inside. His anus quickly gripped it. All the while, my mouth rode his cock. The boy was pushing ahead, now. Trying to fuck my mouth as instinct took over. He gripped the back of my head to keep from falling. Suddenly there was a moan and all hell broke loose. The boy started bucking. I felt his asshole tighten around my finger. His body arched forward as a dry orgasm swept over him. Four or five more pumps and it was over. Gasping, he slumped over my back. As quickly as I could, I pulled up his shorts. I lifted him to the floor. I quickly restored my pants to their proper location. "You wait here for a minute or two. I have to leave." "O.K. Mister. That was cool. Thanks!" he said as I unlatched the door. I hurriedly washed my hands. Not bothering with the annoying electric dryer, I sped from the washroom. Out past his sister and her friends. They never even looked at me. Out into the parking lot and into my car. Several blocks down the road, I pulled into an alley. I just had to jack off. There was no way I could go any farther. McDonald's? Love the place. It is my favorite place to eat.