Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 15:01:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Timmy Miller 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.