Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:30:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Tommy Woodland Subject: I Love to Show Off I Love to Show Off by Tommy Woodland soxandundyguy3@yahoo.com Ever since I was little I have enjoyed showing off. Then when I got old enough to get a boner, it became even more fun for me. And although I like to show off in front of the boys at school, I really love showing off for older men. I was walking around the mall - always a great place to show off for guys. I always walk around until I notice a guy watching me, then I like to give him a show. I was looking in the window of a clothing store when I noticed a man of about thirty eyeing me, so I went into the shop and he followed. As I strolled around the store looking at the clothes, I walked out of my sneakers, leaving them behind. The man smiled and was clearly still following and watching me. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it onto the floor, then continued on bare-chested. Finally I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and as they dropped to the floor, I walked out of those too and left them behind. I was now walking around the store in my socks and undies. I had on one of my favorite pairs, my Incredibles undies with the characters from the movie. Dad said I am getting too old for cartoon underpants, but I love them and love having guys see me in them. So I walked around the store in just my socks and briefs with the guy following me, and I knew he was enjoying the show. Every so often I would try on a shirt or a pair of pants, then take them off, drop them on the floor, and keep walking. Eventually I walked behind a large display rack and realized no one else in the store could really see behind it. I was pretending to look at the clothes hanging on the rack when I felt a hand reach around from behind me. The man first rubbed my tummy, then slid his hand down to my boner, rubbing it through my underpants. I took a step backward until my butt came into contact with him, and I could feel his hard-on through his pants. I rubbed my rear end up against him as he continued to stroke my boner through the material of my underwear. Before long another man walked up to see what was going on, and he reached his hand into his pants pocket so he could play with himself while he watched me and the other guy. The man behind me eventually slid my undies down very slowly until they slid all the way to my ankles and I stepped out of them. The man now started to jack my cock while the guy nearby let out a little gasp as he watched. It felt really good having the man stroke my cock, so I leaned back against him and kept rubbing my butt up against his boner. He was using his other hand to rub my chest and tweek my nipples. It felt so good I let out a moan and suddenly felt my spunk start shooting out of my dick. My jizz went all over the clothes on the rack in front of me, and some dripped down onto the floor. The man behind me made a few more thrusts against my naked butt, and I knew he was getting off in his pants. After I shot my load I pulled my briefs back up, getting some jizz on them since my cock was still dripping. I went to find my clothes. Sometimes I like to lose them, but I had a long day ahead of me and it wasn't time yet. I had to walk around the store to find my shirt and shorts, then finally found my sneaks and stepped into them. I turned to smile at the two guys as I walked out. Next I walked to the food court to get a taco and a soda for lunch. After I had eaten I was sitting in the booth sipping my soda when a dad sat down with his family nearby. From the angle where he sat, the dad could see under my booth and I could see under his, but no one else could. As soon as the dad sat down he looked at me, and when I smiled, he smiled back. His son sat across from him, and he looked to be close to my age, maybe a year or two younger. I got up to walk to the trash can and toss out my taco wrapper, and as I walked back to my booth I walked past the dad's. As I went right past him I walked right out of my sneakers and gave them a little kick so they slid under his booth. I walked back to my booth in my socks, sat down, and wiggled my toes. The dad was smiling at me, and as I watched, he slipped off his own sneakers and was rubbing mine with his socked feet. Then the dad leaned across to his son and said something to him that I couldn't hear. The son said, "Can I, dad?" and when the dad nodded the boy said, "Thanks!" and kicked off his sneakers. He must have told his son it was OK to take his shoes off. As I watched the two, every so often the socked feet of the dad would come into contact with the socked feet of his son. The son would giggle and rub his feet against his dad's for a minute, but the dad was looking and smiling at me. I thought he must be pretending that his son's socked feet were mine. As I watched father and son play footsie under their table, I began to rub my boner through my shorts. Soon I couldn't resist the urge to undo my button and zipper and push my shorts down. They slid down and right off my feet onto the floor, and I was sitting in my underpants. Now it was easier to rub my hard-on through my underwear as I watched the dad and his son. The dad noticed me in my underwear playing with myself and got more excited. He was staring at me and rubbing himself through his pants. Without thinking about what he was doing, he reached his socked foot across the table to his son's lap while still staring at me with a glossy look on his face. It seemed as though for a minute he forgot where he was and thought he was reaching his foot across to my lap. The son felt something in his lap and looked under the table to find his father's socked foot there. He probably figured his dad was just stretching and seemed to try to ignore his socked foot, but I noticed that the son got a boner in his shorts. As the dad continued to watch me, I reached down and stroked my hard-on through my underpants. The dad was almost drooling over me but began to rub his socked foot against his son's crotch. His son was wearing a thin pair of silky shorts, so the dad could feel his boy's boner through the material. As I rubbed myself the dad began to rub his foot up and down on his son's hard-on. The son looked down at his lap again, unsure what was happening but enjoying the attention from his dad. Plus it felt really good having his dad rub him where only he had touched himself before. I watched the whole thing and, unable to resist, pulled my undies down so I could jack off under the table. Now the dad was getting really excited seeing me masturbate in the open like that. He began to rub his foot up and down even faster against his son's dick. It didn't take long before I exploded, shooting my cum all over my lap, under the table, and on the floor. I could tell from the way the boy's whole body was twitching that he was cumming in his pants at the same time. Once we both had shot our loads, the dad suddenly realized that he had just gotten his son off in his pants under the table. "Let's go son," he said, quickly getting up. "Here, put your shoes on," said the dad, kicking my shoes over to his son. "But Dad, those aren't my..." "Just put them on and let's go," said the dad, now sounding panicky. His son put my sneakers on and stood up with a clear wet spot on the front of his shorts. I was pulling my underpants and shorts back on as I watched the dad leave with his son, the boy wearing my sneakers and smiling at his dad. My shoes were too big on him, and his socked feet kept slipping in and out of them as he walked. I left the food court walking in my socks since the boy had left in my shoes and his were too small for me. I headed for the movie theater inside the mall. As I waited in line to get my ticket I noticed the guy selling tickets who was probably about college-aged kept smiling at me, so I smiled back. When it was my turn I walked up to him rubbing my boner through my shorts. He and I smiled at each other as he watched me play with myself, then handed me a free ticket. Since no one else was behind me, I talked to the man for a few minutes. He said hardly anyone was here as the movie was a cartoon and not many people liked it. I told him that I loved all cartoons and even had the Incredibles on my underpants. "Really?" he asked, and I smiled and nodded and undid my shorts, letting them drop. He leaned over to get a good look at me in my cartoon underpants, then I pulled my shorts back up. I smiled and walked away. The theater was already dark and pretty empty. As I walked in I noticed that the floor was sticky and kept pulling on my socks. I was wearing my red socks that matched my undies. I sat down and noticed one other man there, another dad with his son. After a minute I realized that the soda I had drunk made me have to pee, so I got up and walked to the restroom. The only other person in the restroom was the ticket seller, and he and I smiled and said "Hi again" to each other. I walked up to the urinal next to where he was standing and dropped my shorts to the floor. The guy turned to talk to me and began to pee on my shorts. "Uh oh, looks like I accidentally got your shorts messed up," he said as he continued to stand and pee all over them. I pulled my underpants up and stepped back, walking right out of my now pee-soaked shorts. "That's OK," I said, "They are uncomfortable; I will just go back without them." The man smiled at me as I walked out of the restroom and back to my seat. I walked back into the theater in my t-shirt, underpants and socks, and now the man with his son nearby watched me closely as I sat back down. By now the movie had started so I began to watch. Soon I heard someone sit in the row behind me, and I turned to find the ticket seller sitting there smiling at me. I smiled back and turned back to the movie. Then I felt his hands on my chest, pulling on my t-shirt. I lifted my arms up and he pulled the shirt off, tossing it away. By now the man with his son nearby was watching us instead of the movie. The guy behind me rubbed my chest and my nipples, then began to kiss the back of my neck. It felt so good I go an instant woody. Then the guy stood up and came to my aisle, taking the seat next to me. He leaned over to nibble on my ear and continue kissing my neck, and it felt so good. He knew it did too and he began to fondle my boner through my underpants. Suddenly a light came on right on us. We looked over and saw that one of the ushers was standing in the aisle next to us, shining his flashlight down on us. We both panicked until we realized that with his other hand, the usher was rubbing his cock through his uniform. The ticket seller went back to kissing and fondling me. Soon he got down on his knees in front of me and pulled down my underpants. He took my cock into his mouth and began to lick and suck it, and I let out a moan since it felt great. I looked over at the usher who still had his flashlight on us, and he had unzipped his pants and had his dick out, openly jacking off. I know the man with his son was watching us too. At one point I heard the son say, "Dad? What are you doing?" but the dad only shushed him, so I wasn't sure what he was doing back there. The ticket seller had pulled his dick out of his uniform too, and I was using my socked foot to rub it for him. He moaned as he felt my socked foot carressing his hard cock, his mouth still working away at my dick, licking the shaft and sucking on the head. Then I let out a load grunt as I felt my jizz build up and spurt out of my cock into his mouth. He sucked in every drop as my whole body twitched from the intense orgasm. I could feel my socked foot get wet and sticky, and I knew he was cumming too. I looked over to see the usher's cock gushing sperm all over the already sticky floor. Behind me I heard the son say, "Wow, Dad," still not sure what was happening. Then the ticket seller and usher quickly took off, both stuffing their still-dripping cocks back into their uniform pants. I pulled my underpants back up and walked out of the side door. I walked outside in my underwear and socks, and I realized I would have to get home this way. It had been a fun day, and I wondered what would happen at school tomorrow.