Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 15:01:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Timmy Miller <timmyshowsoff4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: my son the show-off - 3

My Son the Show-Off - 3
Timmy Miller
timmyshowsoff4u@yahoo.com

I decided to take Joey to the city for an overnight trip so that he could
enjoy the museum and the sights, and of course we hoped to have other fun
as well.

As it happened, the fun began on the train ride into the city. At first it
was not too crowded, but as we passed the suburbs toward the city center,
the train quickly became packed. Joey decided to forgo his seat and ride
standing up holding onto one of the rails. By the next stop the train
became standing-room-only, and a man dressed in a business suit was
standing right behind Joey.

The man was forced to stand so close to Joey that his crotch was rubbing
against my son's back side. And I noticed that the man clearly had a boner,
which he was now rubbing up against the fabric of Joey's trousers. With the
sway of the train, the man was easily humping my son, rubbing his hard cock
up against the boy.

I was the only person close enough to see what was happening, and since I
was smiling at the man, he felt free to go a step further. He reached down,
unzipped his suit pants, and pulled out his hard dick. He could now rub
directly against Joey's slacks.

The man humped faster and faster, and was now leaking pre-cum which was
dripping all over Joey's pants. Taking my smile as encouragement, the man
reached down and took a hold of Joey's trousers and pulled. I could hear a
very faint sound of stitches ripping as the man pulled the back of my son's
pants apart at the seam. The back of Joey's trousers was now torn wide
open, exposing the pair of tattered old briefs he had worn that day.

The man now slid his cock into the opening of the material and continued
humping Joey, this time rubbing his erection directly against the thin,
worn material of my son's underwear. He worked his dick against Joey for a
few more minutes before pulling it out again, and I could see wet spots
from the man's pre-cum soaking through my son's underpants.

The man went even further, reaching down and taking a hold of Joey's
undies. He found a small hole in the back of them, and in one quick rip,
tore open the back of my son's underwear. Now Joey's naked buttocks were
exposed. The man again slid his hard cock inside the torn remnants of the
pants and underwear, and began to hump Joey skin to skin. He was so close
to my son, that I couldn't see how far he was taking. All I knew was that
Joey was excited.

Each time the man had ripped my son's pants or underpants, Joey let out a
moan as he masturbated himself like crazy. I knew that the pockets of his
pants were cut out, and I could see that his hand was busy working his own
hard-on inside his pants.

At the next stop the man quickly zipped up and left, and I saw sperm
dripping off of Joey's buttocks. Now more people got onto the train, and it
became even more packed. Two men noticed Joey's ripped pants and exposed
butt, and they quickly got behind him. I just smiled at them and stood
close enough to watch.

One of the men was so close to Joey that he could not help but step on his
shoes, and I saw my son's socked feet pop out of the shoes. The man kicked
the shoes away, and Joey was standing in his socks. Then the other man
reached down to Joey's pants and pulled, ripping them even more. Eventually
the waistband tore apart. Then the first man noticed and pulled on Joey's
undies until the thin elastic waistband ripped apart. Now my son's entire
butt was exposed.

Both men were now leaning against Joey, humping him, rubbing their hard
cocks up against him as his torn pants slid down. Both men unzipped their
pants and pulled out their hard cocks so they could hump my son skin to
skin. Joey was clearly enjoying the attention; he was pushing his butt
closer to the men rubbing up against him.

One of the men reached around and pushed his hand into Joey's pants to grab
a hold of his boner. Since the pants and underwear were half ripped, they
slid down so the man could easily get at my son's dick. He began to jack my
son as Joey's pants and undies slid to his ankles.

Then the two men shifted a bit; the one who had a hold of Joey's cock moved
so that he was right in front of him; then the other man moved until he was
right behind Joey. The man in front began to rub his dick against my son,
his cock sliding all over the front of his shirt, as he continued to fondle
my boy's dick. Meanwhile the man behind was again humping Joey's butt,
ramming his cock against my son's naked buttocks.

I looked again at the man standing in front of Joey, and he was now ripping
the front of my son's shirt open to expose the smooth skin of his chest. He
began to rub his cock all over Joey's chest while still jerking his
dick. The man behind continued to work Joey's butt; I couldn't see how far
he had gone, but I knew Joey was loving every minute of it. His knees were
buckling from the excitement of having two men humping him.

A minute later I could tell both of the men were cumming from the looks on
their faces. Then the train stopped, and both men quickly zipped up and
left. Joey was left with torn clothes and sperm dripping from his buttocks
and down his chest. I helped him pull his shirt closed and pull his torn
trousers up so that we could get off the train too.

It was just as he and I pulled up his torn underwear and pants that Joey
started to cum. As I was leading him off of the train, he could barely walk
with his legs buckling as he shot his load into his ripped underpants. We
exited the train and headed for the hotel, Joey walking on the sidewalk in
his socks trying to hold his torn clothes together.

We got to the hotel and checked in, then they called a bell boy to take us
to our room. The young man carried Joey's suitcase for him as he walked
behind my son. He couldn't help noticing that Joey's rear end was exposed
and the boy was holding his torn pants up in the front. The bell boy smiled
at Joey and then smiled at me, reaching down to adjust his dick which was
growing inside his uniform pants.

We got onto the elevator, and the bell boy pushed the button for the top
floor. Then he stood right behind Joey and slid his hands onto my son's
shoulders, slowly pulling the torn shirt off and letting it drop onto the
elevator floor. Then the bell boy slid his hands down to Joey's torn pants,
pushing them and the ripped underwear to his ankles. As the elevator door
opened, the bell boy stepped on Joey's clothes, so my son had to step out
of them. He walked out of the elevator and into the hallway now naked
except for his socks, leaving his ripped clothes behind.

The bell boy led the way down the hall to our room. A man walked out of
another room and saw Joey naked. My son put his hands over his hard-on as
if to hide himself, but he smiled and the man smiled back. We walked the
rest of the way to the door to our room, then the bell boy said, "Uh oh,
sorry, they gave me the wrong key card. I'll run back down and get it."

"That's OK," I said, "I can go get it." I took the key card, gave Joey and
the bell boy a grin, and headed back for the elevator. The elevator door
opened and my son's torn clothes were still there. I got on and, before the
doors shut, saw Joey's hands rubbing the bell boy's uniform.

I went to the front desk and got the right key card, then went back
upstairs. When I got off the elevator, I saw both my son and the bell boy
naked on the carpeted floor in front of our room. The bell boy's uniform
was strewn about the hallway, and the two were cuddling up together,
kissing and fondling each other's cocks.

When I walked up the bell boy saw me, turned bright red, and said, "I
better get back downstairs!" He began grabbing his uniform, and he ran down
the hallway to the elevator still naked and carrying his uniform. As he was
waiting for the elavator, he began to get dressed. As he pulled on his
uniform pants, he began to cum. He zipped them up over his shooting cock
just as the elevator door openend and two men got off, giving the bell boy
a funny look.

I opened up my room door and led Joey inside. I noticed that the bell boy
had left his shoes, so I picked them up and carried them inside. A few
minutes later there was a knock at the door. Joey, still naked, answered it
to find the bell boy standing there in his socks. "I forgot my shoes," he
said with a grin on his face. Joey handed him his shoes, and the bell boy
took them and said, "See you later." I hoped he meant it.

I decided to take Joey to the natural history museum, so he got dressed and
we took off. I noticed that he wore his underpants with pictures of
dinosaurs on them since we would be seeing the dinosaur exhibits at the
museum.

We took a taxi to the museum, and I made sure to have Joey sit where the
driver could see him, and sure enough I noticed the young man turning to
smile at my son. As we drove off, I reached over and began to rub Joey's
crotch. I noticed that he already had a hard-on. The driver turned to see
me fondling my son and smiled again.

Joey stretched his legs out between the gap in the seats so that his feet
were right next to the driver's right hand. The driver reached over and
began to rub Joey's legs and ankles, then his hands slid down to his
shoes. He gently eased one of Joey's loafers off and tossed it onto the
floor, then took a hold of the other shoe and popped it off too. Joey
wiggled his toes in his socks as the driver began to massage his feet.

As the driver watched, I unbuttoned and unzipped my son's trousers. The
driver then began to pull on Joey's pants, yanking them down. He tossed
them on the floor of the taxi as well and smiled at Joey sitting in his
dinosaur underpants.

Then the driver pulled the taxi to the side and said, "Maybe the young man
would like to ride up front on the passenger seat?"

Joey eagerly agreed and jumped out of the car. Quite a few men passing by
saw him and smiled as he opened the passenger-side car door and jumped
in. Seconds later we were again on our way. The driver reached over and
unbuttoned Joey's shirt, pulled it off of him, and tossed it down with his
pants. Joey now sat in just underwear and socks.

Now excited, an obvious boner in his undies, Joey leaned over the driver's
lap. He quickly unzipped the man's pants and pulled his hard cock out. Then
I watched as my son's head began to bob up and down as he gave the taxi
driver a blowjob.

I was surprised the man could keep driving from the way he was moaning. He
reached his right hand out to stroke Joey's shoulders and back as the boy
licked and sucked his rigid dick.

Just as we pulled up in front of the museum, the driver let out a long moan
as he shot his load into Joey's mouth. My son kept sucking his cock until
every drop oozed out, then Joey smiled at the man and jumped out of the
taxi, still in his underpants and socks and with an obvious boner tenting
the briefs.

"Hey, don't forget your clothes!" said the driver, tossing them to Joey. He
stood outside the car getting dressed as a few school boys nearby watched
and laughed. I tried to pay the driver, but he smiled and said, "No
charge!"

Inside the museum, with Joey now dressed again, we paid our admission and
joined a tour. Our tour guide was Jeff, a young man, and the only other
people on the tour were another father with his son, who was about the same
age as Joey.

We began the tour of the museum, and each time we stopped at a display,
Joey would slide his socked feet in and out of his loafers. Finally at one
point he stepped out of his shoes and kicked them under a display. He then
walked to the next display in his socks, and the boy with us noticed Joey
take off his shoes.

At the next stop the boy whispered to his dad, "Can I take off my shoes
too?"

The father looked at Joey standing in his socks and smiled, then said, "OK"
to his son. We both watched as the boy pulled his feet out of his sneakers
and kicked them away. He wiggled his toes in his white socks while his dad
and I smiled at each other. I noticed that the other father now had a boner
tenting his pants.

We walked ahead to the next display, and when we stopped, Joey slid his
socked feet against the other boy's. The boy smiled and rubbed back, so now
any time we were standing, the boys discretely played footsie. I could see
that they both now had boners and, for that matter, so did the tour guide,
Jeff, who seemed to be having trouble concentrating.

We finally reached the dinosaur exhibit, at which point Joey exclaimed, "I
have dinosaurs on my undies!" And to show everyone, he unbuttoned and
unzipped his pants, letting them drop to their knees.

To my surprise the other boy said, "I have dinosaur underwear too!" as he
unbuttoned and dropped his jeans.

Both boys decided to walk around in their underpants, so they kicked their
pants all the way off. The other dad and I smiled, and Jeff was now clearly
distracted and finding it harder to continue the tour. He tried to use his
hands to cover the erection tenting his pants, but the other dad and I did
not even try to hide ours. And the boys clearly had hard-ons tenting their
briefs.

We walked all the way through the dinosaur exhibit, the boys showing off
their dino underpants and padding along in their socks. Then as we were
leaving to go into the evolution display, Joey whispered to the other boy,
"We should take off our dinosaur undies now!" The other boy giggled, and
both of them slid their underpants down and kicked them off.

As we walked into the next area of the museum, the boys were half naked,
but their shirts hid their boners, though passers-by could still see their
erections tenting the shirts. As Jeff would talk, the boys would reach
under their shirts to jack themselves off. Jeff was now red and sweaty, and
as he watched the boys masturbating, kept getting flustered and forgetting
what he was supposed to say. Both the other father and I were also rubbing
ourselves through our pants.

The final display in the museum was a human anatomy and biology exhibit,
appropriate for the circumstance I thought. As Jeff talked, the boys lifted
up their shirts and openly masturbated in front of him. Jeff couldn't hold
back any longer, and he shoved his hand into his pants to carress his cock
through the fabric. As the boys speeded up their jacking off, Jeff did too,
working his hand inside his pants faster and faster.

Joey came first, turning as he did so that his sperm landed on the other
boy's socks. Joey's whole body twitched and jerked as he came, shooting his
load onto the floor and the other boy. Then his new friend turned and came,
also spilling his seed onto Joey's socks and onto the floor. Seeing all
this made Jeff begin to grunt as his body twitched and he came in his
pants, and a big wet spot was spreading across the front of his
trousers. The other father and I both came in our pants too, though more
quietly than Jeff.

The boys walked naked to find their clothes, though they swapped their
underpants with each other. As they dressed, I talked to the other boy's
father, and we made plans for dinner that night. The other dad was named
Rob, and his son was named Trevor.

That evening the four of us met in the lobby of our hotel, then made our
way to the restaurant. As soon as we sat down, Joey and Trevor began
whispering and giggling, and I knew they were up to something. One at a
time, each of the boys got up from the table, returning a few minutes
later. The first time they did that, I noticed that each boy came back in
his socks without shoes. Then I realized they must have concocted a game in
which they would lose their clothes throughout the restaurant. This was a
game I had played with Joey many times.

I excused myself and walked to the restroom. There I saw Trevor's shoes in
front of the urinal. It looked as if he had relieved himself, then stepped
out of his shoes and left in his socks. On the way back to the table I
spied Joey's shoes. He had slipped then underneath a table near the feet of
an older boy. I smiled and sat back down.

A few minutes later the boys disappeared again, then returned without their
jackets. The next time it happened the boys came back to the table in their
shirts. I glanced down and saw that neither was wearing his pants. Their
underpants were peaking out from under their dress shirts, and both boys
were giggling. The boys then slipped off their shirts, dropped them on the
floor, and kicked them away under the table. Now they were both in just
undies and socks. Trevor was wearing red sock and red underwear, while Joey
had on his underpants with a sports motif and bright blue socks.

I made another trip to the restroom with the real intention of looking for
the boys' clothes. I saw Joey's trousers under the same table where he had
put his shoes, so I knew my son must be flirting with the boy sitting
there. The boy had discovered my son's clothes. He had taken off his shoes
and was rubbing his socked feet on Joey's pants. I was more surprised to
see that the boy had pulled his cock out of his pants under the table, and
he was discretely humping one of Joey's shoes.

Inside the restroom I saw Trevor's pants at another urinal. Again it looked
as if he had dropped his pants as he peed, then just walked out of them and
left them behind. I noticed that men had been into the restroom and had
urinated on both his shoes and his trousers, as everything was now getting
soaked with piss. I added mine and returned to the table.

After a bit the boys disappeared again, but this time they slid underneath
the table. Soon both Rob and I felt our pants being unzipped and cocks
pulled, then we looked down to see a head bobbing up and down on our
dick. Trevor was giving me a blowjob, while my son was busy sucking Rob's
cock.

I looked over to see the boy at the other table watching us, still using my
son's shoe to get off. He was humping it faster now as he watched the boys
licking our dicks. I could tell from the way the boy was twitching that he
was cumming, spurting his semen into Joey's shoe. The boy then reached
under the table, pulled off his own shoe, and slid his socked foot into my
son's cum-filled shoe. It was too small, but he jammed his foot in the best
he could.

Meanwhile Rob and I were at the point of exploding, and after a few more
seconds, we both shot our loads into the boys' mouths. I could feel Trevor
sucking my cock even after every drop of cum had seeped out.

The heads disappeared from our laps, but the boys did not reemerge. I
looked under the table to see the boys cuddling, their hands inside of each
other's underpants. When it was time to leave, the boys emerged from under
the table with wet spots on the front of their underpants. They left the
restaurant in undies and socks to the delight of many of the men around.