Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 19:31:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Cole Evans <showoff4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son Shows Off at Church - 5

My Son Shows-Off at Church Ð 5
by Cole Evans
showoff4dad@yahoo.com

(This is a special "Christmas edition" of the story, and I hope you enjoy
it. As always I am happy to hear from guys who like the story. Happy
Holidays!)

My son Cole always looks forward to Christmas; it means lots of time at
church. He also loves to dress up, and Christmas gives him many chances to
do that. And with all of the functions, he has many opportunities to
show-off.

We arrived at church for a special holiday function, and a young boy
immediately caught Cole's eye. The boy was wearing a pair of off-white
linen trousers, and they were very see-through. The boy's cartoon
underpants were showing quite nicely through the thin trousers. When the
boy turned around, I noticed that every detail of his underpants was
visible right down to the seams around the fly.

Cole walked right up to the boy and said, "I like your cartoon underpants."

The boy looked at Cole with wide eyes and asked, "How do you know what kind
of underwear I have on?"

"They are showing through your pants," said Cole. The boy looked down and
seemingly realized for the first time that his choice of underwear was
visible to anyone who looked. He quickly tried to cover himself using his
hands. "Don't be embarrassed," said Cole, "you look really cute in your
underwear."

"Really, you think so?" asked the boy, looking up at Cole.

"Sure, you look like a grown-up who is not afraid to have people see his
underwear. I think it's cool. Do you want to sit with us?" asked Cole.

The boy, whose name turned out to be Frankie, ran off to ask his dad if he
could sit with his new friend. He returned a minute later, and we took our
seat in the very back pew. Cole of course kicked off his shoes, and his new
friend Frankie imitated him and slipped his off as well. Cole was kicking
his feet around when he "accidentally" kicked Frankie's shoes, sending them
sliding away.

"Oh no!" said Frankie. "My dad will kill me if I lose my shoes again!" As
he said this, he got down onto the floor lying on his stomach to look for
his shoes.

"It was my fault," said Cole, "I will help you look." He also got down on
the floor to look.

The two boys slid around, and I realized Cole was humping the floor,
rubbing his already hard cock on the floor through his trousers. I heard
him whisper something to Frankie about how it felt good to do that, and
then both boys were humping, rubbing their cocks against the floor, as they
looked for the shoes. When they emerged a few minutes later, each with a
shoe in his hand, both boys had obvious boners tenting their trousers.

The service began and we all stood for the first hymn. I heard Cole whisper
to Frankie, "Since I can see your underwear, do you want to see mine?"

Frankie looked at him and asked, "You mean right here?"

Cole grinned and nodded, then began to undo his pants. Frankie's eyes got
wide as he watched my son undress. Cole let his trousers drop, then stepped
out of them. Frankie could not take his eyes off my son's underpants and
the erection tenting them.

"You have on cartoon undies too!" whispered Frankie, excited.

"Sure, I love to wear them. I think they're cool," whispered Cole as he
reached out and began to unbutton and unzip his new friend's pants. "Let's
see your undies a little closer" he whispered in Frankie's ear.

Frankie looked around, obviously nervous, but also obviously aroused by the
situation. He let Cole pull his trousers down, then reluctantly stepped out
of them so he was in his underwear. The hymn ended and we all sat down, the
boys now wearing just shirts, underpants and socks.

Immediately Cole began playing with himself, and Frankie could not take his
eyes off of my son's hand manipulating himself through his undies. After a
few minutes, Cole used his other hand to reach over and start rubbing
Frankie's boner through his underpants. Frankie let out a small gasp at
first, then he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of being
masturbated.

This continued until the next hymn, when we all stood again. Cole stood
right behind Frankie, reached around the boy, and began unbuttoning his new
friend's shirt. As the shirt slid off the boy's shoulders onto the floor,
Frankie looked around nervously, realizing he was now wearing just
underwear and socks in church. With his arms still around the boy, Cole
continued to rub his boner through the material of his briefs.

Just as the hymn was ending and everyone was sitting back down, Cole
quickly yanked off his own underwear as well as Frankie's. Now the boy
looked positively panic-stricken at the idea of being naked in church. But
as soon as he sat down, Cole got down on his knees and took the boy's penis
into his mouth.

During the sermon, Cole sucked Frankie's cock as quietly as he could so as
not to be too obvious. Meanwhile the pleasure of having his dick sucked,
possibly for the first time, overcame Frankie's fear of being naked. The
boy closed his eyes and breathed deeply as his new friend licked his cock
up and down the shaft and the head.

Taking the boy's whole cock in his mouth, Cole sucked Frankie's dick until
the boy shuddered and twitched, his boy overcome with pleasure as he had an
orgasm. I looked down at my foot and realized that my son had cum on my
sock as he pleasured his new friend.

Cole picked up the two pair of underpants, slid one onto Frankie, then put
the other pair on. I noticed that he mixed them up, and he was wearing
Frankie's underpants, which were much too tight on him, while Frankie had
on Cole's underwear, which were quite loose. As the final hymn began, the
two boys scrambled to get their clothes and shoes back on.

After Cole said goodbye to his new friend, he watched Frankie walking out
of church with his dad. Cole's underpants were now showing through the
boy's thin off-white trousers, and I knew seeing his underwear on another
boy had Cole turned on yet again.

After church I took Cole for lunch at our favorite restaurant. The server
we knew put us in a U-shaped booth so we could sit close together. I also
noticed a father and son sitting at the next booth, and they seemed to know
the server as well.

The first thing Cole did to get comfortable was to take off his shoes, and
after he did he kicked them away. I knew he kicked them pretty hard, as we
heard them sliding on the floor. Then I heard the boy at the table next to
us say, "Hey Dad, I just found a pair of shoes under the table. Where do
you think they came from?"

The dad replied, "I think the boy next to us took off his shoes, and they
just got away from him."

"Should I take them over to him?" asked the boy.

"No Marc, just leave them for now. He will probably come looking for them
at some point."

So now I knew the boy next to us was named Marc, and both Cole and I were
enjoying listening to the conversation. I had my hand on my son's lap,
stroking his penis.

"Dad," said Marc at the next table, "May I take my shoes off too?"

"I guess that would be alright," answered his father.

Cole and I heard shuffling and the sound of shoes coming off and hitting
the floor. I was still rubbing my son's erection when the server
returned. As I chatted with the server, I unzipped Cole's trousers, making
sure that it was loud enough for everyone to hear. The server grinned at me
as I began to manipulate my son's penis through the tight underpants he was
wearing. As we continued to talk, I popped the button of my son's trousers,
exposing the front of his underpants.

Cole pushed the tablecloth away so that his underwear could be seen. The
server said, "Those are cute undies!"

Cole smiled and said, "Thanks, they belong to a friend of mine."

Marc at the next table was clearly listening to everything. After the
server left the table, the boy asked to use the restroom. He walked slowly
passed our table, taking a long look at Cole with his trousers wide open
and underpants on view. I watched Marc pad away to the restroom in his
socks, then return a moment later. Again he walked very slowly passed our
table so that he could get a good look at my son.

When he sat down, Marc said in a low voice to his dad, "The boy at the next
table has his pants open. You can see his underwear."

His dad replied, "I expect that he is just getting comfortable."

"So you think it's O.K.?" asked Marc.

"Sure, why not?" answered his dad.

Marc hesitated for a minute, then said to his dad, "Do you think I could
get comfortable?"

"I don't see why not," said his father.

"But what if people see my underwear?" asked Marc.

"Only the server would see. You wouldn't mind if he saw your underwear,
would you?"

"No, I guess not," said the boy. Next Cole and I heard unzipping and knew
Marc was undoing his trousers.

"Why don't you push your pants down a bit," said Marc's dad. "The
tablecloth will mostly hide you. And that way you will be nice and
comfortable."

We heard more movement as Marc slid his trousers down. Just then the server
walked up to their table and said, "You have on some cute undies too!"

I glanced around to see Marc blush and murmur thanks to the server. After
the server walked away, I got up and took the long route to the restroom so
I could walk passed their table. I smiled at the father, who smiled back,
then took a nice long look at his son. Marc had his trousers pushed down so
that all of his tightie whities were showing, along with an obvious hard-on
tenting the material. He was still blushing and seemed embarrassed but also
turned on.

As I walked away I heard Marc say to his father, "That man saw me in my
underwear."

His father replied, "That's O.K., I bet he thought you looked cute in
them."

When I returned to my booth, Cole asked, "Dad, may I take off my pants."

"Well," I said, "the tablecloth will pretty much hide you except for your
legs. How about if you keep your feet up so no one will know?"

"O.K.!" said Cole, getting excited. He slipped off his pants, and he kicked
them away. They slid far on the slippery floor. I then looked down to see
my son's socked feet in my lap, which were soon rubbing my erection.

Soon I heard Marc from behind me say in a low voice, "Dad, I just found a
pair of pants under the table. Do you think the boy at the next table took
his pants off?"

"I'll bet he did," answered the father. "It probably feels really good for
him to have his dress pants off."

"Yeah, that would feel good," agreed Marc.

"Then why don't you take yours off too?" suggested his dad.

"Really? Here? I won't get in trouble?"

"You won't get in trouble with me," said his dad, "And if we are careful, I
think it will be fine."

"O.K." said Cole as he looked around nervously, then pushed his trousers
down and off.

"How does that feel?" asked his father.

"It feels kind of weird, but I also like it," said Marc.

"Good!" said his dad, who got up from his table. "I will be right back," he
said as he again walked passed our table, smiling at me and at Cole as well
as taking a long look at my son in his underpants. He also took notice of
Cole's socked feet caressing the tent in my pants.

After he passed by, I also got up and told my son I would be right back. I
walked by the table where Marc was sitting, also now in his underwear. I
got a good view of his briefs along with the tenting from his obvious
boner. At first when Marc saw me he covered his underpants with his hands,
but when I smiled at him, he smiled back and moved his hands so that I
could see.

When I returned to my table, Cole again slid his socked feet onto my
lap. He said, loud enough for Marc and his dad to hear, "I can feel your
boner through your pants. Does it feel good when I rub it with my foot like
this?"

"Yes, Cole, that feels great," I answered.

"Dad," said Cole, "I am feeling really horny. Is it alright if I play with
myself?"

"Sure," I answered, "just be careful about who sees you."

"Thanks Dad!" said Cole, then pulled his dick out of the fly of the briefs
and began to masturbate at the table.

Meanwhile at the next table I heard Marc whisper, "Dad, I think the boy
over there is playing with himself!"

"Well, all boys do it," said his father. "I'm sure you do it all the
time. Why don't you do it now? I bet it would feel good."

Marc looked around nervously, but he was obviously excited by the
idea. "Really, right here? It's O.K. if I play with myself at the table?"

"Sure son, go ahead," said his dad. I heard movement which I assumed was
Marc pulling his boner out of his briefs. "Does that feel good?" asked his
father.

Marc was already breathing harder from the excitement, so just grunted an
assent to his father as he jacked himself at the table. I looked over at
Cole, who was also jacking away while he rubbed my crotch harder and harder
with his socked feet.

"Dad," said Cole, "This feels so good. I am so horny. I have to cum. Ohhhh,
I have to cum, dad."

I knew Marc could hear Cole, as his breathing was getting heavier and he
was making some grunting noises.

Then Cole said, "Oh, Dad, I am gonna cum, I am gonna cum É ohhhh, I'm
cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." I watched as my son spurted his load
all over his underwear.

Next to me Marc was straining to hear and see Cole, and he was now
frantically masturbating. He had apparently lost his inhibitions about
jacking off in the restaurant. I watched as Marc closed his eyes, screwed
up his face, and grunted aloud as his cum spurted out of his dick. At the
same time I shot my own load in my pants with my son still rubbing me with
his feet.

After a few minutes, Cole got up and walked over to the table next to
us. "Excuse me," he said, "I think my pants and shoes might be under your
table. May I look for them?"

"Of course you may, young man," said Marc's father.

Cole crawled under the table and emerged with a pair of pants and a pair of
shoes. He thanked Marc's father, and came back to the table. I told him we
should go, so we walked out of the restaurant with Cole wearing a shirt,
underpants and socks and carrying pants and shoes.

When we got to the car, I looked at the shoes and said, "I think you got
the wrong shoes."

"I know," said Cole, "I thought I would leave Marc a present."

The next week Cole was singing in the boys choir at church, and for their
special holiday program, they were wearing white robes. The church must
have bought them on the cheap, as the robes were very thin. As a result the
white robes were very see-through, probably more than the boys realized.

The program began and the boys choir made its way up onto the risers that
had been put into place. I could see immediately that all of the boys,
possibly at the encouragement of my son, had taken off their clothes before
donning the robes. I wondered if they realized that their choice of
underwear was now on view for everyone in the church.

I saw a variety of underwear choices showing through the thin, white
robes. One boy had on boxers, a couple boxerbriefs, some white undies, some
colors like the boy who had on red briefs for Christmas. Some of the boys
had on undershirts, while others did not, causing their nipples to show
through the material. My son had on a white tank undershirt and white
briefs. The robe was so thin I could make out the seams on the front of his
briefs. I knew my son was excited about standing in front of the church
with his underwear quite visible. I wondered if the other boys realized we
were basically looking at them in their underwear and how they would feel
if they knew.

As the boys sang, I noticed something interesting happening around
me. Apparently I was not the only father who was excited at seeing the boys
in their underpants. I was sitting with some of the other single fathers,
and as they noticed their sons standing with their underwear on view, they
were becoming as aroused as I was.

Next to me one of the dad's had one son in the choir and an older son
sitting next to him. The older son whispered, "Dad, look at Jason. You can
see his underwear right through the robe."

"I know, they must have taken off their clothes before they put on the
robes," the father whispered back.

"He may as well be standing there in just his underwear. He will be totally
humiliated when he realizes the whole church can see his red undies," said
the brother. "I would die of embarrassment if I knew everyone could see me
in my underwear." Interestingly, I noticed as he was saying these things,
he was discretely rubbing himself through his trousers.

"I think he looks cute," said the father, now also gently rubbing himself a
bit through his suit.

On the other side of me was another dad who leaned over to me and
whispered, "I wonder if the boys realize we can see their underwear through
the robes."

"I suspect that my son knows," I whispered back. "I think he likes it."

"Yeah, same with my son," said the dad, "he is a total show-off; he
probably loves it."

Now he was starting to rub his erection through his trousers, so I couldn't
hold back any longer and started masturbating as well.

"Which one is your son?" asked the dad who had been talking to me.

"The one in the white undershirt and white briefs," I answered.

"Oh, he's right next to my son," answered the dad, "he has on Power Rangers
underwear."

"He's very cute," I said.

"Thanks, so is your son," answered the dad. We were now both rubbing our
erections harder through our trousers, no longer hiding the fact that we
were masturbating to our sons.

"My son's name is Alex," said the dad next to me.

"Mine is Cole," I answered.

"I think our sons are friends," he said. "Alex talks about Cole. They sure
look cute together up there with their undies showing." As he said this, he
unzipped his trousers and pulled out his erect cock. He began to openly
masturbate to our sons, not caring who saw.

On the other side of I heard the brother whispering to his father again, "I
can't believe Jason is practically standing there in his underwear for
everyone to see." I glanced over and saw that the boy was rubbing himself
faster, masturbating to his younger brother.

The boy slipped off his loafers and was rubbing his socked feet on the
floor. He continued talking, more to himself though really. "Look at Jason,
standing there in his underwear, showing them off to everyone." The older
brother seemed almost in a trance. He unzipped his trousers and slid his
hand inside to rub himself through his underwear. "He will be so
embarrassed when I tell him we could all see him in his undies. It's like
he is not wearing clothes." The boy continued to masturbate, mesmerized by
his younger brother.

Since so many men around me were having fun, I decided to unzip and pull
out my cock as well. I sat masturbating with the dad next to me as we
occasionally whispered to each other about our sons. "Your son Cole looks
so sexy in his white undies," said the dad.

I said back, "So does your son, he looks practically naked standing up
there."

"I know, I'm glad he didn't wear an undershirt. I like how we can see his
chest and nipples and everything." He was pumping his cock faster as he
talked.

I looked over at the brother sitting on the other side. He was still
muttering about his brother as he rubbed his boner through his
underwear. He was saying, "Jason will be so humiliated É everyone seeing
him in his undies É oh É oh É oh." The boy moaned as he shot his
load into his underpants.

Next to me the dad said, "Cole and Alex look so cute up there É mmmmmm."
I looked down and watched as him cum spurted all over his trousers. That
made me lose my load, and the next thing I was shooting all over
myself. The smell of cum in the pew was unmistakable.

After I met up with Cole, now fully dressed, he asked me if I thought
everyone enjoyed the performance as we walked to the car. I assured him
that I thought they did, especially the men sitting in my pew.

Once we were in the car and no the way home, I told Cole that I had sat
near Alex's father and Jason's father and brother. He said he was friends
with both boys and wanted to hear more.

I told him first about Jason's brother and how he was turned on seeing his
little brother with his underwear showing. I told him that Jason's brother
began rubbing his hard-on while he was sitting there, first taking off his
shoes.

Cole said, "Wow, Jason's brother did that?" As he was talking, Cole was
pulling off his shoes. Then he lowered the car window, tossing the shoes
out. "What else did he do?"

I told him that Jason's brother just kept talking about how embarrassed his
little brother would be when he realized his underwear was showing, and how
the brother kept playing with himself as he talked.

As I told Cole this, he was letting out soft moans. He unbuttoned his
shirt, again lowered the car window, and tossed out the shirt. Then I
started to tell him about Alex's dad and how he unzipped his pants and
pulled out his boner to masturbate while looking at his son. Again Cole
moaned softly, undid his trousers, and slipped them off. Once more he
lowered the window and tossed his trousers out of the car.

I continued to tell my son about how Alex's dad had masturbated, and in
fact how I had done it as well while I watched the boys performing. Cole
pulled off his undershirt, and that was tossed out of the car too. Finally
he pulled off his underpants, and these he tossed onto my lap. This time I
opened my window, throwing my son's underwear out of the car.

I looked over at my son next to me as he stroked his erect cock. I told him
as a treat, we could stop at a fast food place, and I would go through the
drive-through window.

"But Dad," said Cole, "I don't have any clothes to put on." He was already
breathing heavily. I told him not to worry about, as I knew where to go.

I drove to a fast food place where I knew a young man, probably a
high-school boy, would be working the drive-through window. Sure enough
when I pulled up, I recognized his voice. I gave him our order, then pulled
to the window.

The young man gave me the total, then did a double-take as he saw my son
naked and masturbating in the front seat. The boy seemed to take a long
time getting my change and getting the food, frequently peeking through the
window to see Cole. Finally he opened the window with a bag of food. As he
did, Cole began moaning and grunting loudly. "I'm gonna cum!" he said as
his rigid dick began to spurt semen all over his naked chest. The young man
watched the whole thing, his mouth actually hanging open. As I thanked him
and drove off, I saw that he was rubbing his own hard-on through his pants.

The next night was the annual holiday party at my office. It was open to
families and kids, and Cole looked forward to attending every year. We
always stayed late, as the real fun began after most of the families and
children left.

Cole wore a suit to the party, and he enjoyed the attention he got from
many of my coworkers. As I sipped a drink, I glanced over to see my son
talking to my boss. Very subtly and without anyone noticing, my boss picked
up a scissors and quickly sliced through the back of Cole's suit pants,
cutting a nice slit right down the buttocks. I watched my son walking
around the party, noticing the occasionally glimpse of tighties whities
peeking through the rip in the back. Every so often Cole would bend down in
front of my coworkers to give them a nice peek at his undies.

It was an annual tradition that my boss dressed up like Santa so the
employee's kids could sit on his lap, tell him what they wanted for
Christmas, and receive a gift. So at one point my boss appeared in his
Santa costume and took his seat. I noticed another one of my coworkers
stopped my son, took ahold of his briefs in the back, and ripped them,
creating a hole. After, that my son took his spot at the end of the line to
sit on Santa's lap.

Many of the families with kids would leave after each child would talk to
"Santa," so by the time it was my son's turn, it was mostly just adults
left. Just before it was Cole's turn, I saw my boss making some adjustments
with the crotch of his costume. Then he pulled my son up onto his lap. I
think most of my coworkers and I knew that the boss had exposed his cock,
and with my son's trousers and underwear ripped open in the back, had slid
his hard dick into my son's rectum.

Cole took a long time talking to "Santa," fidgeting around as much as he
could to push my boss's cock further up into him. My son also had an
obvious erection now tenting the front of his trousers. Cole was getting so
excited, he was flexing his feet, and when he did the heels of his dress
shoes popped off. My son continued to flex his socked feet until his shoes
were dangling from his toes. Then my boss thrust his cock harder into my
son, causing Cole's shoes to fall off of his socked feet. My son closed his
eyes as my boss pumped his load into his rear end.

By the time Cole got up from Santa's lap, the only people left at the party
were my coworkers who liked to stay late and drink. Cole was the only kid
left. After he hopped off of my boss's lap, one of the men walked up to him
with a scissors. "Looks like you need to release a little tension here," he
said as he sliced down the front of my son's trousers. The man laughed as
more of my son's tightie whities came into view, and I knew Cole was loving
the attention.

Now more of the men took scissors and make cuts and slices in my son's
suit. One man cut off my son's tie. After a few more minutes, the men put
down the scissors and began ripping at Cole's suit with their hands. His
jacket went first as three men ripped it apart and pulled it off of my
son. Then they went for his shirt, ripping off the sleeves and tearing open
the front, popping off all of the buttons. Soon the shirt was torn from my
son's body.

Finally the men went for Cole's trousers. As they ripped them apart, my
son's underwear came into view, as well as the skin of his legs. Finally
the trousers were ripped to shreds and tossed on the floor, and Cole stood
in his underpants. One man used a scissors to cut through the elastic
waistband. Then three men pulled and yanked on the briefs, ripping them off
my son's body. One the last shred of material was pulled from Cole's body,
he stood in the middle of the men, ejaculating. His cum spurt out of his
throbbing cock, mostly landing on the shreds of his clothing. When we
finally left the party, I had to put my coat over my son to get him home.

On Christmas eve, we joined all of the family at my brother's house for a
holiday meal. My brother, Peter, has always had a special relationship with
my son, his nephew. We all sat down for the big meal. I was sitting next to
Cole, who was directly across from his Uncle Peter. As soon as we sat down,
Cole slipped off his loafers and wiggled his toes inside his red socks. He
slid down in his chair a bit, and placed his socked feet in his uncle's
lap. Peter gave him a wink as my son began to rub his feet against his
uncle's hard-on.

A few minutes later I looked down to see Peter's socked foot slide onto my
son's lap. My brother began to use his foot to stroke his nephew's erection
through his dress pants. I reached down and unzipped Cole's pants for him,
exposing his red underwear. Immediately Peter slid his foot into the fly of
my son's dress pants so rub his boner through the undies.

Cole closed his eyes and even let out a soft moan, so both Peter and I knew
he was enjoying this. Peter began to rub his foot against his nephew's
erection harder and faster, so much so that he popped the button off of the
waistband. My son's pants were now wide open under the table as his uncle
continued to caress him with his socked foot.

After awhile, as many of the kids were finishing eating and getting
restless, some of them left the table to go play. Cole took the opportunity
to quietly slip under the table unnoticed. The long tablecloth helped to
hide what he was doing. However, I arranged myself so I could periodically
peek underneath to see what was happening.

Cole crawled over to where his uncle sat. He pushed my brother's shoes
away, then reached up to undo his trousers. Cole pulled his uncle's
trousers down and then off. Then he reached up, got ahold of Peter's
briefs, and pulled those down and off too, flinging them away. Cole's head
went down into my brother's lap as he began to suck his uncle's hard cock.

Above the table I looked over at my brother and the smile on his face. No
one had any idea that he was half naked and that his nephew was giving him
a blowjob under the table. Every so often he would close his eyes or make a
face that told me he was enjoying the sensation of my son's mouth on his
dick. But otherwise no one else at the table knew.

While he was sucking his uncle's cock, Cole managed to shrug off his shirt
and trousers so that he was just in his red underwear and socks. Only I
knew this of course, but it was getting me very excited. My brother
continued to make faces as the pleasure of having his nephew suck his dick
was getting harder to hide. Eventually his eyes closed and his body
twitched just enough for me to know that he was having an orgasm as my son
drank in every drop of his cum.

Afterward Peter began discretely searching under the table for his
clothes. Unable to find his briefs, which Cole had tossed too far away, he
pulled on his trousers without them. He also could not find his shoes,
which Cole had pushed aside. So when Peter got up from the table to help
get dessert, he was in his socks and displaying a shrinking hard-on still
tenting his pants a bit.

Meanwhile Cole cuddled up under the table near me, so I slipped off my
shoes and used my socked feet to rub his boner through his underpants. He
was so excited that it was only a few minutes before I felt the wet patch
forming on his underwear that told me my son had cum.

We spent the night at my brother's house, and in the morning everyone
assembled in pajamas and robes to open gifts. Peter wore a pair of pajamas,
while Cole wore only a robe. Probably everyone assumed he was wearing
underwear beneath the robe, but I knew he was naked under it.

After the gifts were passed out, the kids began to open them. Peter invited
Cole to sit in his lap to open his gifts, and my son readily agreed. Since
I was next to my brother on the loveseat, I was the only one who could see
what was happening. After Cole slid onto Peter's lap, my brother discretely
pulled his erect penis out of the fly of his pajamas. Next he lifted up
Cole's robe in the back. Then he pulled Cole farther back onto his lap
until my brother's cock slid into my son's rectum. Cole's robe helped to
hide the fact that Peter was fucking his nephew right in front of the
family.

As Cole would open his gifts, he would very subtly shift up and down as
much as he could without being obvious. He was enjoying the feeling of
having his uncle's hard dick inside of him. My son was able to disguise
much of his moaning and groaning with comments about the gifts he was
opening, such as "This is just what I wanted."

Cole saved the gift from his Uncle Peter for last. As he ripped off the
paper, he slid down hard onto his uncle's throbbing cock. As my brother
blasted his load into my son, Cole's own boner began spurting wave after
wave of cum under his robe. Cole managed to get the gift open and say, "Oh
Uncle Peter, this is so good!"

Later that day, my son and I decided to head to church for the midnight
Christmas service. It was just the two of us, as we wanted time alone
together. Although the church was crowded, we found a spot in a pew in the
back of the balcony where no one would bother us. Also the lights were low
and the church mostly lit by candlelight. Cole was excited, as he was
wearing the Christmas undies and socks I had given him.

As soon as we sat down, I slipped off my shoes. I used the toes of my
socked feet to pop off my son's loafers and slide them away. I rubbed my
son's socked feet with mine as Cole snuggled up close to me.

I put my arm around my son and began to rub his thigh. My hand slid up to
his crotch to feel his boner tenting his trousers. I unbuttoned and
unzipped his pants, exposing his underwear. The first hymn began, and we
stood up. As we did Cole's pants fell to his ankles, so he stepped out of
them. I then kicked the pants away.

As we stood singing, Cole stood in front of me and I put my arms around
him. I unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled it off his shoulders until it slid
off of him and onto the ground. I kicked the shirt away too. I wanted my
son to be in nothing but underwear and socks.

We sat back down, and again Cole nestled up against me, and I put my around
him. My hand explored the erection I could feel through his underpants.
Cole became so relaxed, he lay down on the pew. His head was on my lap, and
he was curled up next to me. I continued to fondly my son through his
undies, and he became more and more relaxed. After only a few minutes, I
heard him let out a soft sigh as I felt a wet, warm patch form on the front
of his underpants. A minute later, Cole fell asleep.

Rather than wait until the end of the service, I stood up, picked up my
sleeping son, and carried him out of church clad only in his underwear and
socks. Luckily everyone was focused on the service and did not notice us. I
carried my son to the car, laid him down on the back seat, giving him a
kiss. It had been a long Christmas season, and he was tired.