Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2011 11:19:08 -0800 (PST) From: James Thompson Subject: My Son Loves to Show Off - 3 My Son Loves to Show-Off - 3 by William Miller showoffson@yahoo.com (Note: Please e-mail me if you like the story!) My son, Trevor, and I planned a weekend in the city in anticipation of Christmas. We were both very excited, and Trevor had dressed up for the trip. We took the train, which was nearly deserted when we got on, but continually filled up as we got closer to the city. Finally it got so crowded we moved to the back and stood, and men began to cluster closer and closer around us. It wasn't long before the men, mostly business men in suits, began to brush up against Trevor. He of course loved that attention and immediately had a hard-on. The men became more blatant, rubbing their hands on my son's body. Some rubbed his boner through his trousers while others squeezed at his nipples through his shirt. The way the men were crowded around us, no one else in the train could see what was happening. Eventually one of the men took it a step further and ripped open the front of Trevor's dress shirt, pooping off all of the buttons and exposing my son's undershirt. This set the rest of the men in motion. One pulled out a small pocket knife and used it to slice through Trevor's belt. Another man pulled at the back of Trevor's trousers, ripping the rear seam open, exposing the boy's underpants. After that, more hands came out. Trevor's dress shirt was ripped the rest of the way off. His trousers were being torn, piece by piece, by several men, who tossed the shreds of material away. First his front pockets were torn away, then the rest of the seat. Then the hands ripped at the legs, until finally the last bit had bit ripped off of him. One man reached down and pulled Trevor's loafers off, tossing them aside. My son now stood in his undershirt, underpants and socks. The man with the small knife cut a tear in the undershirt and then sliced through the waistband of Trevor's briefs. The men continued to rip at my son's clothes, tearing holes in the undershirt, finally ripping if off. Then the hands tore at his underpants, ripping them to shreds, until nothing was left. My son now stood in the train wearing only his dress socks. I have to say the sight of my son naked on the train had me excited, and my erection was truing to burst through my trousers. I watched as the men went to work, two of the sucking on each of Trevor's nipples, a third getting down on his knees to take my boy's penis into his mouth, and another on his knees exploring my son's rectum with his mouth. Clearly Trevor was enjoying this much attention. I would have masturbated watching the sight, but the man next to me obliged me by unzipped my trousers, pulling out my hard cock, and jerking it for me. It felt incredibly exciting being masturbated as I watched my son being molested on the train. Trevor was enjoying the attention and moaning in pleasure. The man behind him stood up, his cock now out of his trousers, and positioned himself behind my son. He steadied Trevor with his hands on my son's hips as he moved up behind my son. The man began to pull Trevor back and forth, moving the boy closer to him, their rhythm matching the swaying of the train. My son rolled his head back in ecstasy as he felt the man's hard cock as the other man, still on his knees, sucked and licked Trevor's dick. Hands continued to rub and caress my son as mouths and tongues explored other parts of his body. The hand continued to work my cock as I watched the scene. After a few minutes, Trevor began to tense up, his body shaking. Then he let out a long moan as he shot his load into the mouth of the man on his knees. The man behind my son continued to pump the boy until both of them had emptied their loads. At the same time I came, spitting my cream onto one of the men watching. Just then the train came to a stop, and all of the men around us moved to the doors to exit. I quickly threw my jacket onto my son to cover him. I grabbed his shoes, but left the shreds of his clothes, and ushered him off the train. Luckily our first appointment was with a shop where I had ordered clothes for Trevor, so we headed their first. At the shop I explained that we had had a bit of an accident, but the tailor did not seem to care that my son arrived with no clothes. He quickly slipped Trevor into the trousers he had made for him, then found a new shirt for him. We did not bother with underpants, though I did buy a few pair for him. I gave my son back his shoes, and he slipped them on. Needless to say, he wore his new outfit out of the store. As we walked to our next destination, a department store, I noticed that Trevor's trousers appeared odd. I looked more carefully to find that the tailor had not finished the seam up the back of the trousers. With every step he took, my son exposed his rear end through the unfinished trousers. I wondered if the tailor had meant them to be that way, and anyway I figured Trevor would only like the attention. In fact a number of men noticed and smiled. As we were browsing in the store, Trevor and I walked past the area where Santa was stationed for children who wanted to sit in his lap and ask for gifts, which currently was closed. As we were about to walk by, Santa himself came out of a workshop area with an elf and asked if my son would like to talk to Santa. I said that I thought he was a little too old for that, but Santa claimed we were never too old for Santa. Trevor was enthused, so I told him to go ahead. As Santa sat back down on the large chair, I noticed him fumbling with his red trousers. He then helped Trevor onto his lap, and I noticed that Santa had actually undone his trousers in the front. The elf and I stood nearby, but we were pretty much blocked from view of anyone else due to Christmas decorations. Trevor let out a gasp as he sat down on Santa's lap, and he turned and gave the man a big smiled. As my boy talked to Santa, he began to slowly bob up and down on the man's lap, getting more excited as he did. I couldn't hear them and wondered what they were talking about, Santa talking low into my son's ear, and Trevor giggling and chatting back. As Trevor continued to move up and down and got more excited, his flexed his feet, causing his loafers to pop off of his feet and hit the floor. Trevor wiggled his toes inside his socks. I looked over and noticed that the elf had an obvious erection, which he was rubbing through his green tights. Santa had one arm around my boy, but he slid the other arm into Trevor's lap. He carefully undid the zip on my son's trousers, finding the boy's cock and pulling it out. Now the elf was rubbing his boner even faster. Santa continued to talk to Trevor as he caressed the boy's cock with his gloved hand. My son continued to bounce up and down on Santa's lap, giggling and wiggling his toes. Then after a few minutes, Trevor scrunched up his face, tensed up his body, then let go. Immediately his cock began to spurt cum, which landed all over Santa's glove. He continued to bounce up and down on Santa's lap until the man put his arms around Trevor to pull him close. They sat that way for a minute, and I looked over to see a large wet spot forming on the front of the elf's tights. A moment later Trevor popped off of Santa's lap an came running up to me. I reminded him of his shoes, and he laughed and ran back for them. He gave Santa a kiss, then we walked out, Santa smiling as he hurried to get his trousers done up again. As I walked Trevor to the restroom, I saw cum dribbling down his rear end. I took him to the restroom and asked him to slip on a pair of the underwear I had bought since his trousers were open in back. He agreed and ran outside. He came back out and I led him off shopping. As I walked behind him I decided that the underpants made his torn trousers more obvious, but I knew Trevor wouldn't mind. And several men noticed and enjoyed the view. As we did our Christmas shopping, Trevor's trousers continued to rip open more and more along the back seam, exposing and making more obvious his underpants showing in the back. Often men would follow us for a bit, most of the gentlemen staring at my son's round buttocks in his underpants while they masturbated themselves with a hand in their pocket. Trevor was almost constantly aroused too, excited from showing off and the antics of the day. At one point as I was browsing through a display, he came up and began humping me, rubbing his cloth-clad erection against me, not caring who saw. Several men noticed and stared at my son working his boner against me, his buttocks flexing, visible through the thin underpants. Finally I told him it was time to go. I knew we would be tired at the end of the day, so I had arranged a private car and driver to take us home. We met the driver at the entrance to the store, and I pleased to find a handsome young man in a uniform. He let Trevor into the car first, smiling at my son's underpants on view. Once inside the car and after the driver had pulled away, I told him that we had had a long day, and asked if he minded if my son got comfortable. The driver smiled and said no, then adjusted his mirror to get a better view. I thanked him and told Trevor he could relax and put his feet up. He put his feet into my lap. I pulled off one of his loafers and began rubbing his socked foot. I used the button to lower my window, then tossed the loafer out of the car. My son just giggled as I did the same with the second shoe, pulling it off his foot and tossing it out. I closed the window and massaged my son's socked feet for a few minutes. After that I pulled my son close and put my arms around him. I took ahold of his shirt, and ripped it open. The buttons went flying all over the car. I pulled his shirt off, and it met the same fate as his shoes - I tossed it out the window. I checked to see if the driver was watching and found that he could barely keep his eyes on the road as he watched us in the mirror. Next I began pulling on Trevor's trousers. Since they were already ripped open in the back, they gave easily. I began to tear at the trousers. Trevor moaned with pleasure as the fabric was ripped away. I ripped and tore at the pockets, the side seams, the back, until I had ripped the clothes away and tossed the shreds out the window. Trevor was now wearing only underpants and socks. I leaned my son back on the seat and kissed him. I could feel the car pull over, but ignored it as my tongue explored my son's mouth. Then I worked my tongue down to explore Trevor's chest and nipples. I glanced up to see that the driver was watching us, the movement of his arm indicating that he was enjoying the view. I slipped my son's underpants off, and Trevor gasped as I took his hard cock into my mouth. I spent several minutes allowing my lips and tongue to explore my son's cock, until finally I stopped and gently turned him onto his stomach. I quickly undid my trousers, exposing my hard dick. I leaned down over my son, lying on top of him, my cock slipping easily between is soft buttocks. I kissed his neck, his ears, the back of his head as I gently moved my hips back and forth, feeling my son wriggling underneath me with excitement. It only took a few minutes before I felt my cock began to pump out my sperm, and I let out a sigh in my son's ear. He too sighed as his own cock released its fluid. I gently slid him onto his back, noticing that he had cum all over the seat. I bent down and kissed my son, then glanced up at the driver, who was panting from having his own orgasm. I knew that Trevor and I couldn't wait until Christmas.