Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 15:50:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Frankie Alexander <showzoff4guyz@yahoo.com>
Subject: fun with my son - 2

Fun with my Son - 2
by Frank Alexander
showzoff4guyz@yahoo.com

I took my son, Frankie, to church one Sunday. Even there the boy can't stop
himself from showing off, and I did nothing to prevent him. We sat in the
back of church in a pew with only two other people - another father and
son. Frankie sat next to the boy with we two fathers on either side.

I noticed that morning that Frankie had worn some old clothes that were
getting fairly worn and did not fit him well - they were much too tight. As
soon as the service began and we sat down, Frankie couldn't wait to get the
too-tight dress shoes off of his feet. He began to push one shoe off using
the toe of the other, and they were so tight that he had to push
hard. Finally the shoe popped off his foot and audibly hit the wood floor
and slid away under the pew in front of us.

Then Frankie used his socked foot to pry the other shoe off. His socked
foot kept sliding off of the dress shoe, but finally he was able to pop it
off. The second shoe also made a noise as it hit the floor and slid
away. The noise made the boy sitting next to Frankie notice, and he was
watching my son the entire time he was taking off his shoes.

I heard the boy whisper to his father, "Daddy, that boy took off his
shoes. Can I take mine off too?"

"Well, I guess so," said the boy's young father. With that the boy
excitedly kicked off his dress shoes, and they also slid away under the
pew. He wiggled his toes in his dress socks. Naturally Frankie noticed this
too. He slid his socked foot closer to the other boy's until they
touched. The boy looked up at my son and smiled, so Frankie began to rub
his foot on the boy's. Both the boy and Frankie were smiling, enjoying the
socked footplay.

Then we all had to stand for a prayer. As Frankie stood up, his stomach
pressed against the waistband of his tight pants, popping off the
button. The boy next to Frankie noticed and giggled. Then as we sat back
down, Frankie's tummy pressing against the broken zipper of the pants
caused it to unzip. When he sat down, the front of his blue underpants were
exposed. The boy next to him noticed this too and giggled again. And now
the boy's father was looking too.

When he had to stand again for a hymn, Frankie's pants fell to his
ankles. He used his hands to cover himself, but I knew he was only
pretending to be embarrassed. When the boy next to him giggled, Frankie
looked at him and laughed too. Frankie remained standing in his underpants,
his trousers at his ankles.

After the hymn we all sat, and Frankie pulled his feet out of his pants and
kicked them away under the pew. He was now sitting in church in his shirt,
briefs and socks. I looked over and noticed that the boy next to him was
busy unbuttoning nad unzipping his dress pants. When the next prayer began
and we all stood, the boy hopped up as his pants fell to his ankles.

"Uh oh, Daddy," whispered the boy, "my pants fell down! Everyone can see my
underwear!" The boy was wearing a pair of cartoon underpants.

"You had better pull your pants back up," whispered the father, who clearly
seemed to be enjoying the sight of our two boys in undies.

"OK Daddy," said the boy who pulled the pants back up, but then let them
fall again. "They won't stay up," whispered the boy.

"OK, just leave them," said the father.

When we all sat again, the boy's trousers slid off his legs and fell
completely off. He too was now sitting in shirt, underpants and socks. Both
he and my son also clearly had boners tenting their briefs.

I noticed that they weren't the only ones. I had an erection which I was
discretely rubbing through my dress pants, and the father of the other boy
had his hand in his pants, obviously busy doing something.

When we all stood again, Frankie discretely slipped his hand into the boy's
underpants and began to play with the boy's dick. From the look on the
boy's face, he had probably never felt anything so pleasurable
before. Frankie continued working the boy's cock even after we sit
down. Now the boy's underpants were pushed down a bit and Frankie was still
busy massaging his hard-on.

I slipped my own hand into my son's underwear and grasped his rigid dick
with my hand. I could hear Frankie let out just a small sigh when he felt
my hand begin to work his cock. I could feel the pre-cum and used my thumb
to spread it all over his boner. I knew from his soft moaning that he was
enjoying the sensation, and I could also see that the boy next to him was
almost in ecstacy from having Frankie jacking him off. The boy's father was
enjoying it too, as he was staring at them with his hand working even
harder inside his trouser pocket.

We all stood up one last time for the final hymn. Frankie reached farther
down into the boy's underpants, pushing them down even more so that he
could masturbate the boy. I continued to jack my son as I worked my own
cock, and I could see that the other boy's father watched and played pocket
pool.

The boy came first. His legs almost buckled as he felt the intensity of his
orgasm, and Frankie continued to play with his cock as the boy was
cumming. I could hear Frankie moan and feel his hot, creamy cum filling up
his underwear as I shot my own load into my pants. I looked over and saw
that the other father now had an obvious wet spot on his pants.

As the church service ended my son and the other boy slid under the pew to
look for their clothes, both giggling as they searched for their pants and
shoes. Frankie found his pants and pulled them on, but he could no longer
zip or button them. He never did find his shoes, so just left in socks,
holding up his trousers.

After we went home and changed, Frankie said that he wanted to go to the
park. I drove him there and sat in the car as I watched my son get out of
the car and head into the park. He was wearing a white t-shirt and white
shorts that were so thin you could see his bright, multi-colored briefs
showing right through. He also had on sneakers and white ankle socks.

It wasn't long before a group of older bullies saw Frankie and began to
pick on him. "Look at the faggot," said one of them, "you can see his
underwear showing through his pants."

"Oh yeah," said another, "Hey faggot, we can see your undies!"

Frankie used his hands to try to hide his briefs showing through, again
pretending to be embarrassed.

"Hey fag, you like everybody seein' your baby underpants!" said another
boy, now tugging at Frankie's shorts.

Now the boys were pulling at my son's shorts, and Frankie was holding them
up. By now I had unzipped my pants and had my dick in my hand, watching my
son getting taunted. Probably not a candidate for father of the year, but I
knew he was enjoying it.

Then one of the boys got a hold of Frankie's shorts and pulled, ripping a
big hole in them. "Uh oh, now everyone is gonna see your undies!"

"Uh oh," said another boy, "Your pants are ripped! Your undies are
showing!" And with that the older boy yanked again on Frankie's shorts,
ripping them even more.

Soon all of the boys were pulling on Frankie's shorts, pulling off pieces
of fabric, and ripping them apart bit by bit. Pieces of Frankie's shorts
fell to the ground until they were completely gone, and then the boys
started on his shirt. Soon it was ripped to shreds as well and lying in
pieces on the ground. Finally two boys each grabbed one of Frankie's
sneakers and pulled them off. The boys ran off with the shoes and some
pieces of Frankie's clothes, and my son was left standing in just colorful
briefs and white socks.

The whole time I watched my son's clothes being ripped off, I was
masturbating. I continued to stroke watching him stand there, trying to
cover his underpants with his hands, as if he were mortified by what had
happened. He was actually rubbing his boner through his underwear since the
experience had him so excited.

A few minutes later the same bullies came back, still taunting Frankie. One
yelled "Hey nice baby underpants faggot," and yanked on my son's
underpants. Just then the taunting got to Frankie, and as the elastic
waistband slid down his boner, he had an orgams right there. He began to
shoot his cum, helpless to stop it.

The bullies began to yell "Oh, gross!" and "Sick! What a faggot!" as my son
stood there, his body twitching, his hard-on squirting cum all over the
ground.

One of the bullies knocked Frankie down and pulled my son's underpants all
the way off, then the boys ran off. Frankie got up and, now naked except
for socks, ran back to my car. He jumped into the passenger seat and saw me
with my hard cock in my hand. Without a word my son leaned over my lap and
took my dick into his mouth and began to suck. In only a minute I could
feel my own orgasm building up, and then my cum began to shoot into my
son's mouth and down his throat.

On the drive home my naked son relayed the story to me as he jacked himself
off and came yet again.

Later that afternoon I took Frankie to a food place which also had games. I
knew he liked to go there, especially when he could show off for other dads
and their sons. Before we ate Frankie headed right for the DDR to play. He
kicked off his shoes and started to dance as soon as the music started. As
he danced, Frankie pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it onto
the floor. This attracted the attention of another dad who was there with
his son.

As Frankie continued to dance, his baggy pants began to slide down,
exposing the waistband of his underpants. Then the pants sagged down even
more so that half of his briefs were showing. Finally Frankie reached down
and, still dancing, managed to unbutton and unzip his pants. They fell to
his ankles and he easily kicked them off. He continued to dance wearing
only his briefs and socks.

"Look Daddy, that boy took off all his clothes!" said the boy watching
nearby. His father just smiled and nodded, and they both continued to watch
my son dance in his underwear.

Finally I told Frankie it was time to eat, so he stopped dancing and pulled
his clothes and shoes back on. I led him to a booth, and he and I both
noticed that the father and son who had been watching him took the booth
behind us.

The first thing Frankie did was to take off his sneakers and kick them away
behind him so that they ended up under the table behind, right by the other
boy's feet. The boy discovered my son's shoes and giggled, then took off
his sneakers, kicking them away so they ended up under our table. Frankie
began to rub his socked feet all over the boy's sneakers under the table.

I also slipped my shoes off and was rubbing my socked feet on the boy's
shoes as well as all over my son's socked feet. I could see Frankie's hands
moving under the table, so when I slid my foot to his lap, I wasn't
surprised to find that he had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I rubbed
his boner through the material of his briefs with my socked foot until
Frankie announced that he wanted to get up to get a refill on his soda.

As he walked past the table behind us, Frankie smiled at the dad and the
boy. They smiled back and couldn't help but notice that his jeans were
undone and underpants exposed. I could see that both the father and his boy
were rubbing themselves under the table. As Frankie walked to the drinks
counter, his jeans continued to slide down, finally exposing all of his
briefs. Then as he walked back, his jeans continued to fall. As he walked
past the table behind us, his jeans fell to his ankles. Frankie stepped out
of the jeans and kicked them under the table as the boy and his dad
laughed. My son sat back down wearing a t-shirt, briefs and socks.

I could see the boy behind my son squirming around in his seat, then both
Frankie and I felt something at our feet. It turned out to be the boy's
jeans which he had wriggled out of and kicked under our table. Both my son
and I were rubbing our socked feet all over the boy's pants.

Finally Frankie disappeared under the table, and a minute later I noticed
the boy at the other table did likewise. Soon I felt hands on my pants,
unbuttoning and unzipping them. Then the hands pulled my cock out of my
underwear, and soon I felt a warm mouth sucking on my dick as it got
hard. When I looked under the table, a face looked back at me with a
smile. It wasn't my son; it was the other boy now sucking my dick under the
table. I assumed Frankie was doing the same with this boy's father. I also
noticed that the boy was now naked; he and Frankie must have taken off the
rest of their clothes under the table.

I felt my orgasm building and began to moan softly. Then I could feel
myself cum as my sperm squirted into the boy's mouth. After that the boy
disappeared, and a minute later Frankie reappeared across from me with a
grin. He was still naked, so reached out with my leg and slid my foot into
his lap. He closed his eyes and moaned as I rubbed his boner wtih my socked
foot. I knew he was enjoying sitting in the restaurant at the table naked
with his dad rubbing his hard-on. A minute later I felt his warm, sticky
cum as his cock pulsed and he emptied his load all over my sock.

Both the other father and I left with our sons at the same time, and both
of our boys were naked as they walked out to the smiles of some of the
other dads watching.

On Monday I picked Frankie up after school. When he came running out
wearing only his briefs, undershirt and socks, I knew something had
happened in school. He jumped into the car and gave me a hug, then began
his story:

"We had a pep rally at the end of school today, and we were all standing in
the bleachers in the gym. There was a crowd of bigger boys all around me. I
could feel them pressing against, then pretty soon I felt hands all over
me. I could hear the boys snickering and knew they had something in mind to
do to me.

"So then I felt hands pulling up my foot, then I felt as my shoe was pulled
off. The same thing happened to my other shoe, and I watched as my shoes
disappeared as boys passed them around the crowd."

I looked over to see that Frankie was masturbating as he told me his story;
I knew that what had had happened had excited him.

"So then I felt boys pulling on my shirt. They pulled on the sleeves, and I
felt the seams giving away as the stitches ripped. Soon they had ripped my
sleeves off of me. They kept pulling on the shirt, and the buttons started
to pop off. All the boys were laughing as my buttons popped and my shirt
was coming off. They kept ripping, and each boy had a handful of
material. Soon my shirt was gone. Then I felt the boys pulling on my
pants."

I interrupted to ask, "How did you feel as this was happening?"

"I was getting scared, and embarrassed that the boys might see me in my
underpants, but I couldn't help but feel excited too! And I got a boner,
just like I have now!" said Frankie as he continued to masturbate.

He continued his story, "So I felt all these hands on my pants, then the
button popped off, and the zipper ripped open. They were yanking on my
pants, ripping the seams and pulling away material. They almost knocked me
over they were pulling so hard! I knew my underpants were coming into view,
and I could hear boys laugh as they saw my tightie whities. Then they
started to rip harder, and all my pants were gone. I was left there in my
undershirt, underpants, and my gray socks I have to wear with my
uniform. The boys were laughing at me, then they noticed I had a boner, and
really started to tease me."

Frankie slid down onto the seat, lying on his belly, his legs curled up so
he could fit, and his head in my lap. "Oh Dad, it was scarry and fun at the
same time! It felt so good to have all those boys with their hands all over
me, ripping off my clothes!" As my son talked, he was humping his boner
against the seat and unzipping my pants. In an instance he had my hard cock
out and was sucking on it. He managed to push down his underpants so he
could rub his dick against the fabric of the seat while he continued to
lick and suck my cock.

A few trucks and SUVs passed by us, and the dads inside would smile or wave
at me. Some were obviously jacking off at they watched us.

Frankie began to moan, and I could feel my load building up inside. Then
with a grunt I began to pump my sperm into my son's mouth as he moaned
softly and drank in every drop. When he had sucked me dry, he sat up and
smiled at me. I saw the pile of creamy white cum that he had left on the
seat of the car.

"Why don't we go for some ice cream?" I suggested.

"Oh boy!" said Frankie, "Can I go naked like this?"

"Sure, maybe yours will be free," I said to my son with a wink.