Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2011 11:19:08 -0800 (PST)
From: James Thompson <showoffson@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son Loves to Show Off - 3

My Son Loves to Show-Off - 3
by William Miller
showoffson@yahoo.com

(Note: Please e-mail me if you like the story!)

My son, Trevor, and I planned a weekend in the city in anticipation of
Christmas. We were both very excited, and Trevor had dressed up for the
trip. We took the train, which was nearly deserted when we got on, but
continually filled up as we got closer to the city. Finally it got so
crowded we moved to the back and stood, and men began to cluster closer and
closer around us.

It wasn't long before the men, mostly business men in suits, began to brush
up against Trevor. He of course loved that attention and immediately had a
hard-on. The men became more blatant, rubbing their hands on my son's
body. Some rubbed his boner through his trousers while others squeezed at
his nipples through his shirt. The way the men were crowded around us, no
one else in the train could see what was happening.

Eventually one of the men took it a step further and ripped open the front
of Trevor's dress shirt, pooping off all of the buttons and exposing my
son's undershirt. This set the rest of the men in motion. One pulled out a
small pocket knife and used it to slice through Trevor's belt. Another man
pulled at the back of Trevor's trousers, ripping the rear seam open,
exposing the boy's underpants.

After that, more hands came out. Trevor's dress shirt was ripped the rest
of the way off. His trousers were being torn, piece by piece, by several
men, who tossed the shreds of material away. First his front pockets were
torn away, then the rest of the seat. Then the hands ripped at the legs,
until finally the last bit had bit ripped off of him. One man reached down
and pulled Trevor's loafers off, tossing them aside. My son now stood in
his undershirt, underpants and socks.

The man with the small knife cut a tear in the undershirt and then sliced
through the waistband of Trevor's briefs. The men continued to rip at my
son's clothes, tearing holes in the undershirt, finally ripping if
off. Then the hands tore at his underpants, ripping them to shreds, until
nothing was left. My son now stood in the train wearing only his dress
socks.

I have to say the sight of my son naked on the train had me excited, and my
erection was truing to burst through my trousers. I watched as the men went
to work, two of the sucking on each of Trevor's nipples, a third getting
down on his knees to take my boy's penis into his mouth, and another on his
knees exploring my son's rectum with his mouth. Clearly Trevor was enjoying
this much attention.

I would have masturbated watching the sight, but the man next to me obliged
me by unzipped my trousers, pulling out my hard cock, and jerking it for
me. It felt incredibly exciting being masturbated as I watched my son being
molested on the train.

Trevor was enjoying the attention and moaning in pleasure. The man behind
him stood up, his cock now out of his trousers, and positioned himself
behind my son. He steadied Trevor with his hands on my son's hips as he
moved up behind my son. The man began to pull Trevor back and forth, moving
the boy closer to him, their rhythm matching the swaying of the train.

My son rolled his head back in ecstasy as he felt the man's hard cock as
the other man, still on his knees, sucked and licked Trevor's dick. Hands
continued to rub and caress my son as mouths and tongues explored other
parts of his body. The hand continued to work my cock as I watched the
scene.

After a few minutes, Trevor began to tense up, his body shaking. Then he
let out a long moan as he shot his load into the mouth of the man on his
knees. The man behind my son continued to pump the boy until both of them
had emptied their loads. At the same time I came, spitting my cream onto
one of the men watching.

Just then the train came to a stop, and all of the men around us moved to
the doors to exit. I quickly threw my jacket onto my son to cover him. I
grabbed his shoes, but left the shreds of his clothes, and ushered him off
the train. Luckily our first appointment was with a shop where I had
ordered clothes for Trevor, so we headed their first.

At the shop I explained that we had had a bit of an accident, but the
tailor did not seem to care that my son arrived with no clothes. He quickly
slipped Trevor into the trousers he had made for him, then found a new
shirt for him. We did not bother with underpants, though I did buy a few
pair for him. I gave my son back his shoes, and he slipped them
on. Needless to say, he wore his new outfit out of the store.

As we walked to our next destination, a department store, I noticed that
Trevor's trousers appeared odd. I looked more carefully to find that the
tailor had not finished the seam up the back of the trousers. With every
step he took, my son exposed his rear end through the unfinished
trousers. I wondered if the tailor had meant them to be that way, and
anyway I figured Trevor would only like the attention. In fact a number of
men noticed and smiled.

As we were browsing in the store, Trevor and I walked past the area where
Santa was stationed for children who wanted to sit in his lap and ask for
gifts, which currently was closed. As we were about to walk by, Santa
himself came out of a workshop area with an elf and asked if my son would
like to talk to Santa. I said that I thought he was a little too old for
that, but Santa claimed we were never too old for Santa. Trevor was
enthused, so I told him to go ahead.

As Santa sat back down on the large chair, I noticed him fumbling with his
red trousers. He then helped Trevor onto his lap, and I noticed that Santa
had actually undone his trousers in the front. The elf and I stood nearby,
but we were pretty much blocked from view of anyone else due to Christmas
decorations.

Trevor let out a gasp as he sat down on Santa's lap, and he turned and gave
the man a big smiled. As my boy talked to Santa, he began to slowly bob up
and down on the man's lap, getting more excited as he did. I couldn't hear
them and wondered what they were talking about, Santa talking low into my
son's ear, and Trevor giggling and chatting back. As Trevor continued to
move up and down and got more excited, his flexed his feet, causing his
loafers to pop off of his feet and hit the floor. Trevor wiggled his toes
inside his socks.

I looked over and noticed that the elf had an obvious erection, which he
was rubbing through his green tights. Santa had one arm around my boy, but
he slid the other arm into Trevor's lap. He carefully undid the zip on my
son's trousers, finding the boy's cock and pulling it out. Now the elf was
rubbing his boner even faster.

Santa continued to talk to Trevor as he caressed the boy's cock with his
gloved hand. My son continued to bounce up and down on Santa's lap,
giggling and wiggling his toes. Then after a few minutes, Trevor scrunched
up his face, tensed up his body, then let go. Immediately his cock began to
spurt cum, which landed all over Santa's glove. He continued to bounce up
and down on Santa's lap until the man put his arms around Trevor to pull
him close. They sat that way for a minute, and I looked over to see a large
wet spot forming on the front of the elf's tights.

A moment later Trevor popped off of Santa's lap an came running up to me. I
reminded him of his shoes, and he laughed and ran back for them. He gave
Santa a kiss, then we walked out, Santa smiling as he hurried to get his
trousers done up again.

As I walked Trevor to the restroom, I saw cum dribbling down his rear
end. I took him to the restroom and asked him to slip on a pair of the
underwear I had bought since his trousers were open in back. He agreed and
ran outside. He came back out and I led him off shopping. As I walked
behind him I decided that the underpants made his torn trousers more
obvious, but I knew Trevor wouldn't mind. And several men noticed and
enjoyed the view.

As we did our Christmas shopping, Trevor's trousers continued to rip open
more and more along the back seam, exposing and making more obvious his
underpants showing in the back. Often men would follow us for a bit, most
of the gentlemen staring at my son's round buttocks in his underpants while
they masturbated themselves with a hand in their pocket.

Trevor was almost constantly aroused too, excited from showing off and the
antics of the day. At one point as I was browsing through a display, he
came up and began humping me, rubbing his cloth-clad erection against me,
not caring who saw. Several men noticed and stared at my son working his
boner against me, his buttocks flexing, visible through the thin
underpants.

Finally I told him it was time to go. I knew we would be tired at the end
of the day, so I had arranged a private car and driver to take us home. We
met the driver at the entrance to the store, and I pleased to find a
handsome young man in a uniform. He let Trevor into the car first, smiling
at my son's underpants on view.

Once inside the car and after the driver had pulled away, I told him that
we had had a long day, and asked if he minded if my son got
comfortable. The driver smiled and said no, then adjusted his mirror to get
a better view.

I thanked him and told Trevor he could relax and put his feet up. He put
his feet into my lap. I pulled off one of his loafers and began rubbing his
socked foot. I used the button to lower my window, then tossed the loafer
out of the car. My son just giggled as I did the same with the second shoe,
pulling it off his foot and tossing it out. I closed the window and
massaged my son's socked feet for a few minutes.

After that I pulled my son close and put my arms around him. I took ahold
of his shirt, and ripped it open. The buttons went flying all over the
car. I pulled his shirt off, and it met the same fate as his shoes - I
tossed it out the window. I checked to see if the driver was watching and
found that he could barely keep his eyes on the road as he watched us in
the mirror.

Next I began pulling on Trevor's trousers. Since they were already ripped
open in the back, they gave easily. I began to tear at the trousers. Trevor
moaned with pleasure as the fabric was ripped away. I ripped and tore at
the pockets, the side seams, the back, until I had ripped the clothes away
and tossed the shreds out the window. Trevor was now wearing only
underpants and socks.

I leaned my son back on the seat and kissed him. I could feel the car pull
over, but ignored it as my tongue explored my son's mouth. Then I worked my
tongue down to explore Trevor's chest and nipples. I glanced up to see that
the driver was watching us, the movement of his arm indicating that he was
enjoying the view.

I slipped my son's underpants off, and Trevor gasped as I took his hard
cock into my mouth. I spent several minutes allowing my lips and tongue to
explore my son's cock, until finally I stopped and gently turned him onto
his stomach. I quickly undid my trousers, exposing my hard dick.

I leaned down over my son, lying on top of him, my cock slipping easily
between is soft buttocks. I kissed his neck, his ears, the back of his head
as I gently moved my hips back and forth, feeling my son wriggling
underneath me with excitement.

It only took a few minutes before I felt my cock began to pump out my
sperm, and I let out a sigh in my son's ear. He too sighed as his own cock
released its fluid. I gently slid him onto his back, noticing that he had
cum all over the seat. I bent down and kissed my son, then glanced up at
the driver, who was panting from having his own orgasm.

I knew that Trevor and I couldn't wait until Christmas.