I was 11 years old, I still did not know anything about sexuality. It was in Chisinau, Moldavia. My relatives and I went to the small hall of the “Patria” cinema. As I remember now, they showed the film "Anaconda" (a documentary film by Jiri Ganzelka and Miroslav Zikmund, 1958). Relatives sat in the last rows, and I, in short pants, ran to the front row. A middle-aged man (Russian) plopped down next to me. As soon as the lights went out, the man put his hand on my bare knee. At first, he just put it down, then he began to stroke my leg and got closer to my pants. I seemed to like all this, but when his hand began to crawl under short pants and touch and pull my penis, I began to resist, grabbed his hand and took it away from this place. I had not yet had any pubic hair, the penis did not get hard, I did not feel any excitement. While the film was shown, for probably one hour, all this was repeated many times: I removed his hand from the penis, he again put it on my knee and slowly moved towards my pants, trying to get inside. My bum didn't interest him at all. What was happening frightened me very much but, on the other hand, aroused strong curiosity: what is it? who is this man? what does he want from me? What if I could see what's in his pants? I hardly even watched the movie.
When the light began to gradually turn on after the end of the film, the man stood up abruptly, glanced at me with a smirk or something (I remember that he had iron teeth) and quickly left the cinema hall.
But if he had invited me somewhere, I would have gone with him. That's for sure.
This incident made me very excited. I thought about it for a long time, put forward the most fantastic versions... But only when I grew up, I realized that there was a name for this, that he was a pedophile. But even now it is not clear to me what he wanted from my small childish penis with a complete lack of interest for my ass.
