Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 19:37:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Cole Evans <showoff4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son Shows-Off at Church - 3

My Son Shows-Off at Church - 3
by Cole Evans
showoff4dad@yahoo.com

My son Cole and I actually visited a number of different churches of
different denominations so that we could have different experiences. Every
so often Cole wanted to visit a Catholic church so that he could see Father
Mike, a rather young and very handsome priest who took a liking to my son.

One day Cole asked if we could visit the church so he could confess to
Father Mike. Though we were not actually Catholic, Cole had learned about
confession from friends and enjoyed the experience. I was happy to oblige
him.

The church was very quiet, and Cole entered the confessional, followed by
Father Mike. Although of course I did not know what happened at the time,
my son filled me in on the car ride home.

A small window with a curtain separated the area where the priest sat and
the confessor, and Father Mike pulled his curtain aside. Cole began his
confession as he had learned, saying "Bless me father for I have sinned; it
has been one month since my last confession." Father Mike asked my son
about his transgressions.

Cole began to divulge his "sins of the flesh." He told the priest that he
could not keep his clothes on. The priest could hear the unmistakable
sounds of Cole taking off his shoes and dropping them to the
floor. "Father, I can't stop myself, I have to get my clothes off," said
Cole as he unbuttoned and pulled off his shirt, then undid his trousers,
standing up and pulling them off. Father Mike was able to watch through the
window as my son sat back down in just his underpants.

"Why do you feel you must undress?" asked the priest. Cole went on to tell
him how certain men got him so excited, he just couldn't stop himself from
disrobing in front of them. "And it doesn't embarrass you that these men
see you in your underwear ... or even naked?" asked Father Mike.

"No, I like for them to see me that way," said Cole, rubbing his boner
through his underpants. "I want them to see me playing with myself ... like
I am now."

Father Mike looked through the window to see the boy rubbing his cock
through his briefs. "You like for these men to see you engaged in
masturbation?" asked the priest, now rubbing his own hard-on through his
clothes. When the boy nodded, Father Mike asked, "And where do you engage
in such activity?"

"Everywhere, father, in restaurants, at the movies, at the mall, anywhere
that men will watch me. Even at school."

"You masturbate in front of your teachers, and other boys in your class?"

"Yes Father, I want them to see what a naughty boy I am who can't control
himself. I even take my clothes off and play with myself in church."

At this last remark, the priest felt a squirt of pre-cum shoot out of his
penis and soak up in his underwear. "Don't you think that that is wrong,
masturbating in church?" asked Father Mike.

"Yes Father, I think I am very bad. I want my daddy and other men to see
what a naughty boy I am." Cole now slipped off his underpants and was
stroking himself faster. "Should I perform an act of contrition for my
sins?"

"Yes, my son," said Father Mike. "You must think of others. Perhaps you
should give me your clothes so that I may donate them to those in need."

"Oh yes, Father, I think I should do that." Cole gathered up his clothes
and shoes and pushed them through the window to the priest.

Father Mike took the shoes and clothes from the boy. He first held up
Cole's loafers and sniffed the inside, getting a whiff of the smell of the
boy's socks. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his stiff cock. He
then continued to smell all of Cole's clothing, his shirt, his pants, and
especially his underwear. The priest held these to his nose and mouth as he
stroked his cock.

"My son," asked the priest, "what goes through your mind as you are
undressing and engaging in masturbatory activities in front of your father
or other men?"

"Oh Father," said Cole, "I feel like I am a very naughty boy, and my daddy
and other dads and sometimes even other boys see how naughty I am playing
with myself in front of them. I want them to see my hard penis, even though
I know I am not supposed to let anyone see it." As he said this, Cole stood
up on the seat so that his erect cock was level with Father Mike's face.

"My son," said Father Mike, "I think that you should let me help you
relieve yourself so that you will lose your desire to be so naughty." With
that the priest leaned forward and took the boy's dick into his mouth.

Cole moaned as he felt the priest's mouth and tongue explore his rigid
cock, feeling the shaft and up to the head. "Oh Father," he said, "I am so
bad, you must help me." He continued to groan as the priest sucked his cock
harder and harder.

At the same time, Father Mike was frantically jerking his own cock. He had
wrapped the boy's underpants around his dick as he stroked. It only took a
few more minutes before the priest tasted the sweet cum as the boy
experienced orgasm. He sucked the boy dry as Cole moaned with pleasure,
then Father Mike picked up one of the boy's loafers, slid it over his
throbbing cock, and shot his load into the shoe.

When my son emerged from the confessional naked, I didn't say a word. I
just took the boy by hand and walked him to the car. It was on the drive
home that Cole told me what I had missed.

On Sunday I once again took Cole to church, this time trying a new one we
had not visited before. My son chose his own outfit, wearing a pair of
white linen trousers which were virtual see-through. He chose to wear
cartoon underpants under them, and they showed through very clearly. Cole
also wore cute socks with a matching cartoon design on them.

This church had a balcony, so we decided to sit there. We noticed another
father with a younger son watching us, and we sat in the same pew as
they. As my son slid past the father, the man said to me, "Your son has on
very cute underwear. I like how you can see them right through his
trousers."

My son smiled at the man, and I thanked him. I added that my son also had
on matching socks. After I said this, Cole kicked off his loafers to show
his socks to the man. The other dad smiled and told my son how cute he
looked. He introduced us to his son, Travis, who was wearing a cute outfit
that included an argyle sweater and a bow tie. I told Travis that he looked
very handsome for church, and he blushed and thanked me.

The service began and I looked around to see that the balcony was mostly
deserted. The only other people there were a group of teen-aged boys
sitting behind us. I assumed they sat in the balcony to avoid being near
their parents or other authority figures. I was a little concerned about
their watching us, but I decided to try to ignore them.

As we all stood for the opening hymn, I looked down at my son. He was
standing in his socks since he had kicked off his shoes, and he was rubbing
himself up against the pew in front of him. The other father sitting with
us seemed to enjoy watching Cole humping the pew and seeing my son's behind
moving around, his cartoon undies showing nicely through the thin
trousers. The man moved so that he was behind Cole, and he began rubbing
his own erection against my son's bottom.

The man reached down and undid my son's trousers. When they slid to his
ankles, Cole stepped out of them. The dad leaned over and whispered
something into my son's ear, and Cole giggled and wiggled his bottom
against the man's erection. When the hymn ended and we all sat back down,
Cole slid down onto the floor. The next thing I knew, he was reaching up to
undo the other father's trousers. In no time Cole had the dad's dick out of
his pants. My son got onto his knees and took the man's cock into his
mouth. I sat and enjoyed watching my son giving the dad a blowjob.

Travis was sitting next to me watching too. I put my arm around him, and he
snuggled up against me. I reached down and untied his buck shoes, slipping
them off of his feet. He wiggled his toes, and I saw that he wore argyle
socks to match his argyle sweater. Though within a few minutes that was
moot, as with my hand around the boy I unbuttoned his sweater. Travis
smiled up at me as I pulled the sweater off of him.

It came time for the second hymn. We all stood except for Cole, who
remained on his knees sucking the other dad's cock. I reached down and
undid Travis's trousers, then helped the boy off with them. He let out a
shy giggle as I admired his underpants, which were the same color as the
argyle socks and sweater he was wearing. We both looked over to watch my
son on his knees in front of Travis's dad.

I also glanced back to look at the teen boys behind us. I was surprised to
see that they were watching us and smiling, though I couldn't quite tell if
they were laughing at us or enjoying what they were seeing.

When we sat back down, I slowly unbuttoned Travis's shirt. I slipped the
shirt off of him, feeling his silky-smooth skin. I left the bow tie around
his kneck though, and I thought it was cute that it matched his underwear
and socks. I fondled the boy through his underpants, and he leaned even
closer in to me. Then he reached down to begin rubbing my cock through my
pants. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. The boy looked
surprised, then began to stroke it as I continued to caress his erect penis
through his underpants.

When we again had to stand, my son was still on his knees giving Travis's
dad a blowjob, and Travis was stroking my cock too. I glanced around, and
to my surprise, the teen boys had moved closer to us and ... had unzipped
their own pants and taken out their hard dicks. They were stroking as they
watched us.

The hymn ended and we all sat back down. As my son continued giving his
blowjob, Travis curled up on the pew next to me, bent his head down, and
took his cock in my mouth. I let out a soft moan with pleasure as the boy
began to explore my dick with his mouth. I was able to reach down and
continue to fondle Travis through his underpants.

I was aware of noise behind us, and I turned to see that the teen boys were
now directly behind us, watching the show and openly masturbating as they
did. As the sermon began, I leaned back to enjoy Travis's tongue working
its way up and down the shaft and head of my rigid cock. I could hear his
father letting out soft groans as he neared orgasm, my son still sucking
him. Then a moment later the man grunted as he began to shoot cum into my
son's waiting mouth. I felt myself nearing orgasm, and I pulled Travis off
of my dick. He stroked me until I began to shoot my load, my cum shooting
all over the boy's face and chest. I could feel the boy's body shudder as
he experienced his own orgasm.

There was grunting behind us, and I turned to see the teen boys shooting
their own cum onto the floor. Once we had all shot our loads, we sat back
to sit through the rest of the service. The boys behind us took off as soon
as the final hymn began, and Cole and Travis began searching for their
clothes and putting them back on. I noticed that Cole did not have his
underwear on when he pulled on his trousers, and I thought I saw a bit of
the material poking out of Travis's dad's pocket.

When the service ended, Travis's father slipped me a note and took off
quickly. Cole said his shoes had gotten kicked away, so he looked for them
in the row behind us. As he did I noticed that he used his socked feet to
soak up the cum that the teen boys had deposited on the floor. Then,
finding his shoes, he slipped them back on, his socks full of cum.

After church I needed to run errands, and Cole and I stopped at a home
goods store. I noticed another father and son watching Cole, and when my
son went into the restroom, the pair followed. I waited a few minutes, and
then I walked in myself.

When I walked into the restroom I saw my son standing at a sink facing the
mirror with the man behind him, his hard cock out of his unzipped
trousers. The man's son was standing against the wall watching and, I
noticed, jacking off with his erection out of his pants. I walked over to
the urinal to pretend to be taking care of business but actually to get a
good view.

The man had his arms around Cole, rubbing him all over. He stepped on my
son's shoes, popping them off. After he did, the man kicked the shoes away,
and his son ran over and picked them up. The man continued to rub his hands
over Cole's chest as my son moaned, and after a minute or two, the man took
hold of my boy's shirt and ripped it open. The buttons flew everywhere, and
the man continued to rip and pull the shirt until it was off. With my son
bare-chested, the man threw the remains of the shirt on the floor, and his
son again grabbed it.

The man continued to caress my boy's chest, the reached down to his
pants. He gave them a yank, ripping them open in the back. My son moaned
with pleasure as the man slid his dick inside his bottom and began to push
harder and harder inside. While the man thrust his cock in and out, he
continued to grab at my boy's trousers. He ripped the front of them open,
then the tears spread down the sides. Within mintes my son's trousers were
ripped to shreds, and the man tossed them onto the floor. Once again his
son ran over and picked them up. The boy was masturbating while rubbing my
son's clothes and shoes all over him.

The man was so horny it only took him a few more thrusts before he reached
climax. He slid out and shot his cum all over my son's back and buttocks,
and at the same time Cole groaned and spurted his own load. I looked over
to see the man's son depositing cum all over the remnants of Cole's
clothes. Suddenly the man seemed to realized I was there. He zipped himself
up and ran out of the restroom, motioning for his son to follow. The boy
ran out still carrying my son's shoes and clothes. I took off my jacket and
slipped it over Cole's shoulders to cover him enough so that he could leave
the store. As we left, we both wondered what would happen next Sunday.