Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 22:58:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Cole Evans <showoff4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son Shows-Off at Church - 4

My Son Shows-Off at Church Ð 4
by Cole Evans
showoff4dad@yahoo.com

My son Cole's favorite course in school is his world religions class. It
might be because sitting in class reminds him of sitting in church, where
we always end up having a lot of fun. Or it may be because his teacher,
Mr. Brown, likes to watch Cole showing off in class. Either way, Cole
enjoys telling me about what happens in the class, such as his latest
adventure.

Cole was sitting in the front row of the classroom as Mr. Brown lectured,
walking around the room as he did. When his teacher came close, Cole popped
off his school shoes. He was already rubbing his boner through his school
uniform trousers. When Mr. Brown walked passed Cole's desk, giving the boy
a quick smile, he accidentally kicked one of Cole's shoes under his
desk. Cole heard his shoe sliding on the classroom floor, and rubbed
himself even harder.

As Cole watched his teacher walk around the room discussing religion, the
boy continued to stroke his erection through his clothes. He waited until
Mr. Brown was close enough to hear to unzip his trousers. Cole reached into
his fly and rubbed himself through his underpants. After a few minutes he
pulled out his hard cock, so that when his teacher walked passed again, he
looked down to see that Cole was openly masturbating in class.

At this point Mr. Brown gave the class an essay to write quietly at their
desks. He sat down at his own desk, which fortunately was raised up higher
than the student desks. This allowed him to see everything that was going
on in the room. He looked up at Cole who, rather than working on his essay,
was jacking his hard dick under his desk.

Cole could hear the boys behind him whispering. "Evans is at it again,
jacking himself off in class," said one boy, Jeremy. "What a perv."

"Why doesn't the teacher stop him?" asked the other boy.

"Old Brownie? He probably likes it," answered Jeremy. "He is probably
jacking away under his desk too. Pretty soon they will both be cummin' all
over themselves. What a couple of pervs."

Cole got more excited listening to Jeremy behind him and stroked faster
knowing that the boy could see what he was doing. Plus he knew Mr. Brown
was turned on seeing him masturbate with his cock out right here in the
front row. Cole knew his breathing was getting heavy, but he tried to
control himself. He was getting more and more excited wondering if his
teacher was also playing with himself under his desk.

Cole pushed his other shoe underneath his desk, hearing it bump into the
other shoe which was already there. "Look," whispered Jeremy behind him,
"the faggot even took off his shoes." Cole could hear the boy moving his
shoes around, and he masturbated faster. Then he heard Jeremy say to the
other boy, "I should take off my shoes and put Evans' on. Then the perv
won't be able to find his shoes after he is done jerking off."

"Yeah, you should do it," said the other boy.

Cole listened as he heard Jeremy behind him pop off his own shoes and slide
his feet into Cole's loafers. He heard the boy laugh softly and whisper,
"There, now the faggot won't be able to get his shoes back after he
finishes jerkin' off." Cole was stroking harder and faster while he listed
to this. What Cole didn't realize was that Jeremy was himself hard as a
rock, his erection straining against the fabric of his uniform trousers.

Cole jacked his cock while watching his teacher. One of Mr. Brown's hands
had disappeared under his desk, the Cole hoped his teacher was masturbating
while watching him.

"Did you see that?" whispered Jeremy. "I bet Old Brownie the faggot is
jerkin' himself too. "What a perv, doin' it in class in front of all us
boys. I should jerk off too, I bet he would like that. I bet he would like
seein' me with my dick outta my pants."

Cole was stroking faster now listening to Jeremy behind him talking about
masturbation. He wondered if the boy would really do it. "Yeah, you oughta
do it," said the other boy. "I bet he would get off seein' you doin' that."
Cole was getting excited hearing Jeremy's friend egg him on.

By now Cole had figured out that Jeremy really did want to masturbate in
class, and that he was trying to talk himself into it. He also didn't want
to be teased, so he wanted to convince his friend that it was to put on a
show for the teacher.

"Yeah, I should do it. I should totally take my dick outta my pants and
jerk off right here where Old Brownie the perv can watch me," said
Jeremy. "You think I should do it?" he asked his friend. As he did, Jeremy
was rubbing the front of his school trousers.

"Yeah, go for it Jer," said his friend.

Cole listened as Jeremy behind him unzipped his school trousers. He heard
movement, then peeked behind him to see that the boy had pulled his hard
cock out of the fly of his uniform trousers. Cole turned back around and
looked at Mr. Brown, who was adjusting his position at his desk. Cole knew
that he was moving to get a better view of both of the boys now
masturbating in his classroom.

The boy next to Jeremy was now giggling nervously, trying to cover up his
own growing erection. Jeremy looked at him and laughed, feeling a mix of
embarrassment, excitement and nervousness at the thought of having his cock
exposed in class.

Cole alternated between taking peeks at Jeremy behind him with his cock in
his hand, jacking off under his desk, and at his teacher, whose arm was
moving more rapidly under his own desk.

"I can't believe you're jerkin' off in class!" whispered the boy next to
Jeremy. "Do you think the teacher sees you."

"Yeah, he seen me," whispered Jeremy. "He likes it. Look at his arm movin',
he is playin' with hisself too. What a faggot." Jeremy was stroking faster
as he talked. This was the first time that Jeremy had ever masturbated
someplace where others could see him. He underestimated how horny it would
make him, and he realized before long that he could feel orgasm building up
in his body. "Oh shit," he said, realized that he could feel cum rising up
his shaft. He hadn't thought this far ahead and didn't know how he would
clean up the mess. "Oh shit!" he said again as the first wave of cum shot
out of his dick, splashing onto his shirt. He looked down as wave after
wave of cum shot onto his uniform clothes.

His friend watched in shock as Jeremy shot cum all over himself. Cole was
able to peek behind him to see Jeremy cumming, and that sent him over the
edge. He let out a soft moan as his twitching cock began to spew semen. He
also came all over himself, his cum landing on his uniform shirt and
trousers. Then Cole looked up at his teacher, and he could tell from the
frozen look on Mr. Brown's face that he was also having an orgasm, though
he didn't know if his teacher was shooting on himself or inside his
trousers.

A few minutes later the bell rang. By then both Jeremy and Cole had zipped
up, but both had obvious cum stains on their clothes. Jeremy's friend was
laughing as Jeremy complained that he had not thought ahead to have a
tissue ready. Jeremy walked out of the classroom wearing Cole's shoes,
perhaps forgetting that he had them on. So Cole stood up in his socks and
walked back to find Jeremy's loafers, stepping into them. They were tight
on him and he had to force them a bit, but he wore them out.

As Cole walked out of class, his teacher handed him a note asking to meet
him in the school chapel at last period, along with a pass to get out of
his last period class. When last period arrived, Cole headed for the chapel
and stood just inside the door.

Mr. Brown walked in, looked down at the boy, and without saying a word,
began to kiss Cole. The teacher started to lead the boy down the aisle
toward the altar, periodically stopping. The first time they stopped,
Mr. Brown got down on his knees, lifted up Cole's feet one by one, and
pulled off the shoes he was wearing. He tossed the shoes aside, and led the
boy further up the aisle.

When they stopped again, Mr. Brown pulled off Cole's necktie, then
unbuttoned the boy's shirt. He slipped the shirt off the boy's shoulders,
let it drop to the ground, then nuzzled Cole on the neck. He led Cole
further up the aisle, where they stopped again so that Mr. Brown could undo
and pull off the boy's trousers. When they were almost to the altar, the
teacher stopped to pull off Cole's underpants, dropping them on the
floor. Then he led the boy up to the altar.

Suddenly the two heard voices, and they quickly hid behind the altar. "My
clothes!" said Cole, panicked, but Mr. Brown gave him a sign to be silent.

The pair heard two boys' voices, and Mr. Brown knew it was probably
students skipping class. The good thing is that they weren't likely to
report anything, as they would themselves get in trouble for skipping
class.

Mr. Brown heard lighters and smelled cigarettes, and he knew the boys had
ditched school to sneak smokes. After a minute one of the boys said, "Hey,
there are clothes on the floor. What the?"

The other boy said, "Probably some perv jackin' off, don't worry about it."
The two boys continued to smoke and talk.

Mr. Brown laid Cole gently down on the floor, making sure he could not be
seen from behind the altar. Then the teacher unzipped his trousers, pulling
out his rigid dick. Otherwise he remained clothed. Mr. Brown lay on top of
Cole, thrusting his cock inside of the boy. Cole began to make a noise, but
his teacher quickly covered the boy's mouth using his hand.

Cole could hear the two boys talking and smoking as his teacher slid his
hard cock in and out of his bottom. Mr. Brown kept his hand over the boy's
mouth so that he couldn't make any noise. The fact that he was naked in the
chapel while his teacher was clothed had him really turned on, and he could
feel Mr. Brown's clothes rubbing against his naked body. The fact that two
boys were sitting nearby also had him extra-horny.

The boys finished their cigarettes, and one of them said, "Hey, let's steal
the perv's clothes! That way we'll know who it is; it will be the naked fag
walkin' around." Laughing, the two boys gathered up Cole's clothes and
shoes and walked out.

When Cole heard the boy say he was going to steal the clothes, he tried to
let out a yell, but Mr. Brown's hand over his mouth stopped him from making
any noise. Cole wondered how he would get out of the chapel naked as his
teacher continued to thrust his hard cock into his rectum. He heard his
teacher grunt and groan, and Cole knew the man was cumming. That set off
Cole, who shot his creamy cum all over the chapel carpeting.

Once they had emptied out their loads, Mr. Brown helped Cole up and walked
him over to a closet where he knew there were robes for boys participating
in church services. He told the boy he would drive him home, and Cole was
excited at the prospect of being driven home by his teacher naked under a
church robe.

At church on Sunday, I noticed Cole looking at another boy. He told me that
it was Jeremy, the boy from school who had watched masturbate in class and
had done it himself. I suggested that we sit closer to him, so we moved so
that we were in front of Jeremy, who was sitting with his father.

Once the service began and we were all seated, Cole began as he usually did
by slipping off his loafers. He slid them under the pew, and we could hear
them sliding on the floor. I was sitting so that I could shift just a bit
and see what Jeremy behind us was up to. I watched as the boy very slowly
and quietly slipped his feet out of his own loafers. He reached out and
slid his socked feet all over my son's shoes.

I think Cole must have sensed what had happened and was getting excited, as
he unzipped his trousers and began to rub his boner through his
underwear. I could see movement and glanced back to see Jeremy leaning
forward a bit to see what Cole was doing. I gave my son a nudge, and he
pulled his erect cock out of his trousers.

As my son sat openly masturbating in church, Jeremy strained to lean
forward enough to watch him. "What are you doing?" his father suddenly
whispered to him. "Lean back in your seat," he said to his son, who did
what his father said.

Jeremy kept trying to sneak glances at my son to see him jacking off. I
noticed that the boy now had his own hard-on tenting the fabric of his
trousers. Eventually his father noticed too, as I saw him look down at his
son's lap, then give his boy a dirty look.

When the first hymn was to be sung and we all stood up, Jeremy could
finally get a better look at Cole. My son stood openly jacking his cock,
while Jeremy leaned up against the pew in front of him to see. I also
noticed that Jeremy was humping the pew, rubbing his boner up against the
back. The boy's father noticed too and whispered "stop that" to his son who
turned red with embarrassment.

When we all sat down, Jeremy's father noticed that his son was shoeless. He
whispered to Jeremy, "Did you take off your shoes?"

Jeremy nodded and said, "It feels good."

"I don't care," said his father back, "put them back on."

"Can't I please just leave them off until the end of the service?" Jeremy
pleaded.

His father gave him a cross look, but said "Fine."

During the sermon Cole continued to masturbate, with me occasionally
reaching over to offer a helping hand. I could see Jeremy squirming in his
seat, trying to see as much as he could and obviously turned on. At one
point I caught him rubbing himself through his tented trousers almost
desperately. His father saw too and whispered, "What are you doing? Are you
playing with yourself? Stop that!" Jeremy turned bright red and removed his
hand.

He continued to watch me jacking my son, and eventually his hand slipped
into his pocket. From the movement I saw, I knew he was pleasuring himself
again. And again his father saw and whispered, "Stop that! Get your hand
out of your pocket!" Jeremy did, but looked like he desperately needed to
masturbate.

With the last hymn we all stood, and Cole stroked his exposed cock harder
and faster until he reached orgasm, shooting his cum onto the floor.

However I was not watching my son; I was watching Jeremy. At the same time
he was manipulating his erection through his dress trousers. As soon as
Cole shot his cum, Jeremy closed his eyes. His mouth dropped open, and his
entire body twitched. I looked down as a dark, wet patch grew across the
front of his trousers. Then Jeremy smiled, a satisfied look on his face.

His father had a different look on his face. "Did you just cum in your
pants? What is wrong with you? Are you some sicko pervert? Come on, we are
getting out of here." Jeremy's father marched out, his red-faced
embarrassed son following behind. I noticed that he was still in his socked
feet, having left his shoes behind on the floor.

"Oh good," said Cole "now I can get my shoes back."