Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2009 14:44:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason Woods <luv2showoff4guyz@yahoo.com>
Subject: the boy cant keep his clothes on

The Boy Can't Keep His Clothes On
by James Woodson
luv2showoff4guyz@yahoo.com

My so, Corey, loves to lose his clothes or, even better, be stripped,
especially in public places where men can see him. I should probably
discourage it, but it was a turn-on for me too, so I usually end up
encouraging him.

Today I was taking Corey to a school basketball game. By the time we got
there the game had started and the bleachers were packed. We took a place
near the top where there were a number of men, possibly fathers of some of
the boys playing. It was a game for the championship and there was much
excitment, so nearly everyone was standing in the packed bleachers.

As soon as we took our place, several of the men around us looked at Corey
and smiled. Then they would glance at me, and I would smile and nodd at the
men, appreciative that they admired my son so much.

Corey stood on the bleacher seat so he was higher and could see better, and
I noticed several of the men inching closer to him.

Corey was wearing his sneakers loose, and as he would raise up on his toes
to watch the game, his heels popped out of the shoes. One of the men
noticed this and reached down to casually run his hand along the botton of
Corey's socked foot. I could see Corey giggle and knew he liked it. The boy
slid his foot all the way out of his shoe, and the man began to rub it. As
he did he bumped the sneaker, and I watched as my son's shoe fell down
underneath the bleachers.

Then Corey slid his other foot half-way out of his shoe, and the man began
to carress that socked foot as well. As Corey's foot came all the way out
of his shoe, the man knocked away that sneaker too. Now both of my son's
shoes were gone.

Next a man who was on the bleachers behind us moved directly behind
Corey. He smiled at me, then reached around my son's chest. He took hold of
Corey's shirt and ripped it open, popping off all of the buttons. He pulled
the shirt off of Corey, and it too fell down underneath the bleachers. Now
a couple of men began to feel my son's naked chest and nipples as the boy
giggled, enjoying the attention.

Now another man moved close to Corey and reached around his waist. He
unbuttoned and unzipped my son's jeans, and several hands began pulling
them down. Laughing, Corey lifted up his feet so the pants could be pulled
off of him, then they disappeared. My son now stood in the middle of a
crowded gym wearing only his underpants and socks.

There were men's hands all over him, and Corey was clearly enjoying the
attention - the obvious boner tenting his undies gave it away. One man
slipped Corey's colorful briefs down so that his hard-on popped out, and
the man took it into his mouth and began to suck on my son's hard cock.

After a few minutes another man pulled my boy's hips toward his mouth, and
soon he was sucking away on Corey's boner. The two men took turns, both
masturbating as they sucked on my son's rigid dick, until finally Corey
pulled out, let out a moan, and began spurting his cum all over several of
the men standing around him. His whole body was racked with spasms as he
emptied his load, spraying jizz all over the men surrounding him.

I took Corey's hand and led him away, telling him we should be leaving
before we get caught. My son smiled and pulled up his underpants as he got
down off of the bleachers. It was a good thing he still had his underwear
so that I didn't have to try to sneak him out naked (which happens
frequently). I led my underwear and socks-clad boy out to the car, noticing
that the boy already had a boner again.

We got to the car and I retrieved some clothes from the trunk - I always
kept some handy as I knew these things happened often with Corey. I gave
him a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers to wear so that
we could go to a diner and grab a bite to eat.

Inside the diner we were seated at a booth in the back. Not far away
another father and son sat in a booth, and the father was clearly eyeing
Corey. My son smiled at the man, and he smiled back. Soon Corey hopped up
to get some napkins. As he returned to our table, he walked slowly past the
booth where the man and his son sat. Corey stepped out of his loose sneaks
and kicked them under the table.

Corey padded back to our table in his socks as he turned and grinned at the
man. The father smiled back and looked under his table, seeing my son's
shoes. The man slipped off his own shoes and began to rub his socked feet
on Corey's sneakers. The father reached under his table to rub himself
through his pants. I glanced at Corey and knew from the grin on his face
and the movement of his arm that my son was also masturbating under our
booth.

When our food arrived, Corey jumped up again and walked over to the table
where the father and son sat. He asked to borrow their salt, returned to
our table to use it, then returned it to the other table. As he turned
away, the man reached out and took hold of the boy's pants. He yanked them
down, exposing my son's colorful underpants yet again. Corey giggled, and
the man pulled his pants the rest of the way off. My son lifted up his feet
to help the man get his pants off. The man smiled at my son as Corey
giggled and walked back to our table in his t-shirt, undies and socks, an
obvious boner in his briefs.

The man took my son's pants and shoes and gave them to his own son,
instucting the boy to take off his own clothes and put these on. The boy,
younger and smaller than my son, was clearly embarrassed and reluctant. But
the father insisted, so the boy kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his
jeans. He looked around, obviously embarrassed to be in his tightie whities
and afraid to be seen. Once dressed, his father made him get up to show
them off.

The young boy asked permission to use the restroom, and as he walked away,
it was clear that the clothes were too big for him. The sweatpants kept
falling down, exposing his white briefs, so the boy was trying to hold them
up as he walked. He also had trouble holding the shoes on his feet, and in
fact kept walking out of them. He would take a step or two in his white
socks before going back for the shoes.

Meanwhile my son continued to jack off under the table as did the father
while the two watched each other. Soon the man's son returned, still
struggling to keep the pants and shoes on as he kept showing his underpants
and socks. The pants slid down as the boy sat down, so he was basically
sitting in his underpants at the table. He finally gave up trying to keep
the shoes on and kicked them off.

The father asked to borrow mayonnaise from us, and my son happily jumped up
to take some to the table. As Corey leaned over the table to place it down,
the father took hold of Corey's underpants. As my son straightened up, his
undies began to slide down. Both he and the man looked down as the elastic
slowly slid down Corey's boner. As soon as the head appeared, my son's dick
began to twitch and shoot cum. The man continued to pull the underpants
down, and Corey even lifted up his feet to step out of them. As the man
took off my son's undies, Corey stood shooting his load the entire time. He
was standing right in front of the man and his son cumming all over the
table and the floor.

Now the man's son had forgotten some of his inhibitions. He pushed the
sweatpants down, exposing his tightie whities, and began to rub himself
through the briefs. Meanwhile his father, who had already pulled his dick
out of his pants, was jacking off and cumming all over himself.

After my son had shot every drop of cum, the man thanked him and Corey
returned to our table, now wearing only a t-shirt and socks with a cock
still dribbling semen. The man at the other table had spilled his load, and
now his son was obviously having an orgasm as well. His father asked him to
take off his underpants, which the boy did, giving them to his father. Then
his dad gave him Corey's underpants to put on. The left wearing my son's
underwear, pants and sneakers. As the father walked past our booth on the
way out, he dropped his son's white briefs onto Corey's lap.

My son pulled on the too-tight underpants which left little to the
imagination. After I paid the bill we left, my son clad in tight white
underpants, a white t-shirt and white socks. Several of the man paid close
attention as Corey walked out.

I decided that Corey looked too cute in his white undies to go home just
yet, so we drove to the park and got out to take a walk. As we headed into
a wooded area, I noticed men here and there behind trees watching us. They
seemed to enjoy my son in his tight, almost transparent underwear.

As we continued to walk, Corey said that the tight t-shirt was bothering
him, so I suggested he take it off. He pulled off the shirt, dropped it
onto the ground, and continued on bare-chested. Then he complained about
the tight underpants, and before I said a word, pushed them down and walked
out of them. My son was now wearing only his socks.

Soon we came upon a bench and sat down. Corey had been walking around hard
as a rock, so immediately he began jacking off. I could tell that there
were a number of men nearby hidden in the trees watching, and it only took
my son a few minutes before he was moaning with pleasure and then cumming
once again, shooting his sperm in full view of several masturbating
men. After he shot his load we walked back, my son now naked except for a
pair of socks.

The next day I took Corey to get a haircut, one of his favorite
things. Corey loved the barber and the "special" attention he got. When we
entered the shop there were two young men waiting for cuts, but they
allowed Corey to go first. My son hopped into the chair, but the barber,
Dick, didn't put a cape over him. He picked up a pair of scissors and began
to cut Corey's hair.

Every so often Dick would pause from cutting my son's hair to take a snip
or two of his clothes. First he took a snip down the front of Corey's
t-shirt, then went back to his hair, then took a few snips of his
pants. Before long Dick had cut down the front of Corey's t-shirt, exposing
his chest. He reached down and cut through the waistband of my son's pants.

Corey was getting excited as usual. He kicked off his sneakers, and Dick
shoved them aside. Now the two young men in the shop were watching and
getting excited too. They both began to discretely stroke their hard-ons
through their pants.

Dick was still cutting Corey's hair, but paused to again snip at my son's
shirt, which soon fell away from him in pieces. Dick went back to his hair,
then bent down to make more cuts at his pants. He had cut enough pieces
away that my son's cartoon underpants were now exposed, as was the fact
that he had a boner tenting them.

Dick cut more of Corey's hair, then more of his pants. He asked my son to
stand up so he could brush some of the hair off of him, and when Corey got
up, the shreds of his pants fell off. Corey giggled and pulled his socked
feet out of the remains of the trousers, then Dick brushed hair off of the
boy's shoulders, chest and back. Corey sat back down in the chair wearing
only the underpants and socks.

The two young men were now clearly getting more excited. They looked at
each other, then one unzipped his pants, so the other did the same. Soon
they both had their hard dicks out of their pants and were openly
masturbating while they watched my son. Corey too was now rubbing his boner
through his underwear.

My son and the two men all played with themselves as Dick cut Corey's hair,
then he was finished and asked the boy to stand so he could brush the rest
of the hairs off of him. Dick used his brush on my son, then said that he
needed to make one more cut. He picked up the scissors and snipped through
the elastic waistband of Corey's cartoon underpants. When he did that the
undies slid down just a bit, and the head of my son's dick popped out.

As soon as the tip of his cock poked out, my son's penis began to twitch
and spurt cum. Corey giggled and pretended to cover himself, but in
actuality he didn't He stood in the middle of the barber shop, his boner
peeking above his undies, spewing cum all over the floor. The two young men
saw this and both began to cum themselves, spurting jizz all over their
laps.

I stood up and took my boy by the hand, leading him out of the shop while
his cock was still dripping cum. I walked him in his sagging underpants and
socks back to our car, where I pulled yet more clothes out of the trunk for
him. Needless to say I had to buy the cheapest clothes for Corey or else I
would go broke.

He put a pair of pants and a shirt on along with the sneakers I had picked
up on the way out of the barber shop. We walked to the movies where I
bought two tickets, and we headed into the theater. On the way in Corey and
I smiled at a man who had been watching us. After we took our seats, I
noticed that the handsome man sat down right next to Corey, and the two
greeted each other and talked for a couple of minutes.

Soon the movie started and the lights went dark. Corey put his feet up on
the seat in front of us. The man next to him did the same, but he had taken
off his shoes first. After a minute, the man pressed his socked toes
against Corey's sneaker and began to give it a push. A minute later the
shoe popped off of my son's foot. The man had pushed it so hard that the
sneaker went flying and was gone. Then the man reached his leg over toward
my son's other shoe and popped that one off too; it also went flying. Corey
wiggled his toes in his white socks. As the man played footsie with him.

Then the man slid his arm around my son and began to stroke the front of
his shirt. Soon he was fingering the buttons on my son's shirt and popping
them open. Once Corey's chest was exposed, the man began to gently rub his
nippels. The man slowly slid the shirt off of Corey's shoulders, then gave
it a toss, and it disappeared somewhere in the darkened theater.

Soon the man began to undo Corey's pants, then started sliding them down
his legs. He got them as far as my son's ankles, and from there Corey
kicked them off. They ended up in the aisle in front of us since my son
still had his feet up on the seat. In fact once the man got his pants off
of him, Corey slid even further down in his seat.

The man began to rub Corey's boner through his underpants when he found the
small cut that had been made through the elastic waistband. The man gave
them a yank, and I heard the sound of tearing fabric as well as my son
voicing a small moan of pleasure. The man continued to pull on the
underpants as more ripping sounds were heard. This inspired a man who had
been sitting nearby to move closer to see. He sat behind Corey and leaned
forward.

The man behind us reached forward and grabbed a piece of my son's
underpants as the man next to him continued to yank on them. A minute later
my boy's underwear were in shreds, with both men stuffing piece of the
remaining fabric into their pockets.

With my son now nearly naked, the two men began to work his boner. The man
behind us reached forward to stroke Corey's dick, taking turns with the man
next to us who still had his arm around my son. My boy moaned with pleasure
at having the two men jacking his hard cock. After a few minutes he let out
a series of groans, his whole body had spasms, and he began to spurt cum
into the air. Some of it spurted onto the man next to us, and some even
landed on the man behind us. As soon as Corey had shot his load, the two
men quietly left.

I thought I had better get my son out of the theater while it was still
dark, so I got up and motioned for him to follow me. The floors were sticky
and Corey's socks stuck to them, so he walked out of them. By the time we
slipped out of the side door, my son was completely naked. And loving it. I
wondered where he would lose his clothes next.