Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 13:11:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Cole Evans <showoff4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son Shows-Off at Church - 2

My Son Shows-Off at Church - 2
by Cole Evans

showoff4dad@yahoo.com

I took my son Cole to the mid-week evening service at church, as he always
sang with the boys choir on those nights. I dropped him off in a room that
the boys used to get ready by putting on the robes they wore. Cole liked
the robes because, even though they covered up a lot, they had slits in
them that allowed the boys to reach inside under the robes.

After dropping Cole off, I headed into the church for the service. Since
Cole sang in the choir at the evening services, I sat closer to the front
so see him better. I stood as the service began and watched as the boys
choir came down the aisle, all dressed in their robes and singing.

After sitting through the beginning of the service, it finally came time
for the boys choir to perform. The boys stood and walked onto a set of
small risers that was set up on the altar whenever they sang. Cole stood in
the back, but I was angled so that I could see him.

As the boys began to sing, I watched as Cole stepped out of his loafers. I
saw him say something to the boy standing next to him, and that boy did the
same thing. As the boy also stepped out of his dress shoes, both he and
Cole giggled. Then I saw Cole kick both pairs of shoes so that they fell
down into the risers. The boy next to him looked panicked for a few
seconds, then giggled again. Both he and my son were now standing in their
socks.

The choir continued to sing, and I noticed as Cole slid his arms inside his
robe. I saw a lot of fumbling around under the robe, then he elbowed the
boy next to him, who also slid his hands inside the robe. After more
fumbling, I looked down and saw my son's dress pants fall to his ankles. A
few seconds later, the other boy's pants also fell. Both boys stepped out
of their pants. Once again Cole kicked the two pairs of pants down into the
risers, and once again the other boy looked panicked, but laughed
nervously.

I knew that both boys were now standing there in front of their church
wearing just underwear under their robes. I suspect that they had left
their shirts behind so had nothing on but socks, underpants and perhaps
undershirts. I began to notice movement under the boys robes, and I knew my
son and his friend were playing with themselves in front of the
church. They would look at each other and smile, both excited over a
naughty secret they shared.

After a few more minutes, I noticed more movement, then something appeared
out of the bottom of my son's robe. I could see his colorful cartoon
underpants around his ankles, then he lifted up each foot, finally kicking
off the briefs so that they ended up down under the risers. I looked over
and saw a flash of white as his friend did the same, kicking off his
tightie-whities. Now both boys were naked from the waist down under the
robes.

The songs finished before the boys did, so they filed off of the risers
along with the rest of the choir and sat back down. When my son and his
friend sat down, it was a bit more obvious to me that they did not have on
shoes, though with black socks perhaps not everyone noticed. I wondered if
anyone else noticed two small tents where the boys boners were making the
robes stick out.

The service continued, and eventually it came time for the boys choir to
perform again. The boys again took their places on the risers with my son
and his friend in the back. As soon as they began to sing, I could see
movement under the boys robes and knew they were masturbating. I couldn't
help but slip a hand into my own pocket so I could play a bit as I watched
the boys. I wondered if other dads in the church noticed what was going on
under the boys robes?

I guess my son and his friend knew they had limited time to finish before
the performance ended, so they were both stroking pretty hard and fast from
what I could see. Then I saw my son's friend get a look on his face almost
as if he were in a trance. Then he closed his eyes and screwed up his face,
and I knew he was cumming. My son saw and a few seconds later, he came
too. I can always tell from the look on his face.

The performance ended, and the boys sat back down. At the end of the
service I watched as the choir filed out, and I could see obvious wet spots
on the front of the robes my son and his friend were wearing. I let
everyone file out of church and waited until it was about empty, then I
went up to the altar. I climbed underneath the risers and found the boys
underpants, trousers and shoes, and gathered everything up.

I walked to the room where the boys changed into robes and found my son and
his friend. They waited until I handed them their underpants and slid them
back on before removing the robes. When they took off the robes, they were
wearing only undershirts, underpants and socks. The other boys in the choir
saw and started to laugh and tease the boys for undressing. Cole and his
friend just laughed along with them, and I knew Cole didn't care. He loved
the attention from the boys and knew some of them were envious because they
didn't have the nerve to do what he did.

The next Sunday the father and son we had been seeing at church were seated
in the back pew when we arrived. So we sat down in the second-to-last
pew. I heard the father whisper to his son, and the next thing I knew, the
boy was at my side. He asked politely if he could sit with me, and of
course I told him he could. So I suggested to Cole that he sit with the
boy's father, and he eagerly agreed. When the boy sat down, he introduced
himself to me as Kevin. I could hear Cole behind me talking to Kevin's dad,
and then the service began.

We all stood up, and I stood directly behind Kevin. I put my hands on his
shoulders so I could rub him a bit. He leaned back against me, and I am
sure he felt the boner already tenting my trousers. I reached around and
began to unbutton his shirt. I heard him let out a soft sigh and lean back
against me even harder. Just before we sat back down, I slipped Kevin's
shirt off of him, exposing his undershirt, and dropped the shirt to the
floor. We sat down on the pew, and I slid the shirt behind me so his father
would notice.

I slipped off my shoes and used my socked feet to pull of Kevin's
loafers. I could hear him moan very softly as I pulled off his shoes and
rubbed his socked feet with mine. I reached down and felt the boy's boner
through his trousers, and Kevin snuggled up as close to me as he could
get. We continued to play footsie as I gently rubbed his erection through
his clothes. Just before the first hymn, I unbuttoned and unzipped his
trousers. When we stood to sing, Kevin's pants fell to his ankles, exposing
his cartoon underpants. He stepped out of his trousers and stood right in
front of me, and I again rubbed my boner against him.

When we sat back down, Kevin climbed into my lap. He was wearing only an
undershirt, his cartoon underpants, and his socks. He wiggled around, and I
knew he could feel my erection with his boner. I reached down and fondled
him through his underwear as the boy leaned against me and sighed
softly. As the service continued, I manipulated the boy's penis while he
sat on my lap clad only in underclothes. After a bit I felt the Kevin's
body shake. He turned his face into my chest to muffle his moans as his
body twitched, and I knew the boy was having an incredible orgasm.

At the next hymn we stood, and the boy again stood in front of me and
leaned back against me. He allowed me to rub my erection against him, and I
humped the boy harder and harder as he moaned softly. In just a couple of
minutes, I could feel my cum spurting out into my own briefs.

As the service drew to a close, I gathered up Kevin's clothes and helped
him dress quickly. We began to exit the church, and I handed the boy's
shoes over to his father while Kevin padded out of church in his socks. I
smiled at Kevin's father as my son joined me at my side. As we walked out,
I noticed that the back of Cole's trousers were ripped.

After church I took Cole to our favorite restaurant, one which has nice,
long tablecloths. I was excited for him to tell me how church had been for
him with Kevin's father, whom he called Mr. Williams. We sat down next to
each other in the U-shaped booth, and I started to rub Cole's boner as he
began to tell me what had happened at church.

The first thing Cole did when he sat down in the pew was to take off his
loafers. Mr. William noticed and kicked the shoes away. Cole said when he
heard and saw the shoes sliding so far away, he immediately got excited. He
said he had had to crawl on the floor to find them again at the end of the
service. As Cole was telling me this, he took off his loafers again, this
time under the table. I could hear them hit the floor. I then kicked Cole's
shoes away, and we both heard them sliding away. I kicked them so far, they
ended up under another table. Cole moaned softly, and I could feel how
excited he was getting.

When the church service began, Cole and Mr. Williams both stood. The
organist at the church played a particularly loud piece to begin, and it
was at this moment that Mr. Williams reached down and ripped open the back
of Cole's trousers, completely exposing his underpants in the back. As Cole
told me this, I reached down and ripped his trousers again, further opening
up the back and extending the tear up the front.

Cole went on to say that Mr. Williams had begun to caress his bottom
through his underpants with one hand while reaching around and rubbing his
erection with the other. As my son told me this, I slid my hand under him
to feel his bottom. Cole said that the hymn ended and everyone sat
down. Mr. Williams continued to explore my son's body with his hands,
getting him more and more excited. I suggested to Cole that we go to the
restroom where he could tell me more.

Inside the restroom Cole stood in front of a mirror with me standing behind
him. He told me that at the next hymn, he and Mr. Williams stood up
again. This time the man pulled down his underwear, exposing his
buttocks. As Cole said this, I also slid down his briefs. He said that he
then heard Mr. Williams unzipping his trousers, and I echoed this with the
unzipping of my own. Cole said he then felt the man's erection sliding
between his buttocks, and my son let out a loud moan as he felt my penis
entering him.

Cole told me how excited he had felt with the man sliding his hard dick
inside of him through his ripped-open trousers, and as he said this he was
feeling the sensation from me. My son told me how excited he had been
knowing what Mr. Williams was doing to him in church, and he moaned as he
felt my rigid cock inside of him.

Just then the restroom door opened, and our server walked in. He stared at
us for a moment with a surprised look on his face, then turned to the
urinal. I heard him undoing his trousers. I continued to slide my member
between my son's buttocks, and as I did, I pulled and yanked on the boy's
trousers, ripping them more and more. Every time my son felt my dick push
harder into him, he heard his trousers tearing and let out a moan. I looked
over to see the server now staring at us with his own boner in hand,
pumping away.

Cole continued to tell me about Mr. Williams's dick inside of him in church
as he felt my cock sliding in and out. I let out a loud moan as I felt my
first wave of cum shoot out. At the same time, the remains of Cole's
trousers fell to the ground, as they were now completely ripped to
pieces. I grunted as my cum shoot inside of my son, and I could feel his
own cock pumping sperm into his underpants. I looked over to see the server
also cumming, shooting all over the urinal and the floor.

After I emptied my load into my son, I slid out and zipped up. I felt the
hot, wetch patch where Cole had shot in his underwear. He looked down at
his destroyed trousers, and he asked what we should do. I suggested we
leave quickly and hope his dress shirt covers up his underpants, at least a
bit. Cole asked about his shoes, and I told him they were under someone
else's table now, so best to leave them behind. As we walked out of the
restaurant very quickly with my son wearing only a shirt, underpants and
socks, Cole asked when we could attend church again.