Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2008 15:07:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Timmy Miller <timmyshowsoff4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: my son the show off - 4

My Son the Show-Off - 4
Timmy Miller
timmyshowsoff4u@yahoo.com

I had taken my son Joey to the city for an overnight trip. We had had a
great time the first day, as we woke up we hoped the second day would be as
much fun as the first. I ordered us breakfast from room service, and when
the knock came on the door, Joey ran to answer it in his underpants. He was
surprised to find the bellboy from yesterday at the door; he said that he
worked two different jobs at the hotel. He brought in the food, staring as
my son clad in his undies the whole time.

The bellboy offered to set up the food on the balcony, so he and Joey
walked outside. I went into the bathroom to take a shower. When I came back
out the bellboy was now also in just his underwear and socks, still on the
balcony with Joey. The two were rubbing each other's boners through their
underpants. Joey had on his Scooby Doo undies while the bellboy had on
tightie whities. I suspected I knew how the bellboy ended up undressed when
I saw Joey pull his tightie whities down. He tossed the underpants over the
side of the balcony, then dropped to his knees to take the bellboy's cock
in his mouth.

I watched as my son gave the boy a blowjob while he rubbed himself through
his underpants. It only took a few minutes for them both to cum. I could
see from the look on the bellboy's face that he was shooting, while at the
same time a wet spot appeared on Joey's undies. I kept myself hidden but
could just barely hear the bellboy ask where his clothes went. When Joey
pointed over the side of the balcony, the bellboy panicked realizing Joey
had tossed all of his clothes over the side. He came running into the room
as I hid in the bathroom.

"I gotta go find my uniform before I get in trouble!" said the panicky
bellboy.

He was about to run out of the door naked when Joey said, "Here, take these
so you're not naked," taking off his Scooby undies.

The bellboy pulled on my son's underpants which were many sizes too small
for him and still wet with Joey's sperm. He ran out the door wearing just a
pair of socks and my son's tight underpants in search of his uniform as
Joey giggled.

After we ate breakfast, Joey and I got dressed and headed out into the
city. We came upon a festival of some sort, and they had a stage set up
with performers. Everyone was standing watching the performers on the
raised stage, and there was such a huge crowd we were quickly enveloped by
people. I noticed numerous men around us, and right next to Joey stood a
younger boy with his dad. The crowd was so tightly packed that you couldn't
move or see much beyond the people right next to you.

I soon noticed that the men surrounding Joey and the boy next to him
beginning to use their hands to explore the boys. The other father smiled
and looked at me, and I smiled back. He must like the idea of men enjoying
the sight of his son as much as I did. We both watched as the men's hands
continued to explore our boys' bodies.

Soon the men were going even further, tugging on the boys' clothes. I saw a
man step on Joey's shoes, popping them off his feet. Soon my son's shoes
disappeared in the crowd and he stood in his socked feet. The man did the
same to the other boy, and he was trying desparately to keep his shoes
on. But to no avail as soon his shoes were gone too and he was in his white
socks.

Next there were hands on Joey's shirt, pulling on it. My son offered no
resistance as the hands pulled the front of his shirt open, popping the
buttons, then tore it the rest of the way off his body so that his torso
was naked. When men began to do the same to the other boy, he grabbed onto
his shirt, trying to keep it on. But the men pulling on the boy's t-shirt
ripped it in no time, pulling the shreds off of the boy so he too was
standing with his smooth chest and back exposed.

There was so much noise from the performances that no one could hear the
ripping of the boys' clothes except those of us closest. The men's hands
next went for my son's trousers. Again Joey offered no resistance as the
men ripped open his pants, popping the button and tearing the zipper. More
hands joined the fun, tearing open the back of my son's pants, splitting
them down the middle. The hands kept ripping at my son's trousers until all
the remnants were pulled off of him, and Joey stood in his underpants and
socks.

The same hands were attacking the other boy, but he was trying to hold onto
his pants. The men would pull his hands away, but he would again grab onto
his trousers, trying desparately to hold onto them. Soon though the men
were winning. One ripped a hole at the seam on the back of the pants, and
when the boy tried to cover the tear with his hands, the men grabbed onto
the front. The boy held the waistband, but the men ripped a big hole in the
front. From there all of the hands were pulling at the boy's pants, ripping
them away piece by piece. He was also left in his underpants, and uselessly
put his hands over himself to try to cover up.

Now both my son and the other boy were standing in underpants and socks
with men's hands exploring their bodies. Joey was enjoying having the men
rub his boner through his undies, but the other boy seemed embarrassed to
have a hard-on and was trying to cover it with his hands. The men kept
pushing his hands aside, feeling his erection through his briefs, and he
began to enjoy the feeling.

Soon there were hands pulling on both boys' underpants, tugging them down
and yanking on the thin material. Soon I could hear more tearing sounds as
the men went for the boys' underwear. Now neither boy offered resistance as
their briefs were ripped right off of them, the men pulling away pieces at
a time. In moments both boys were standing naked in just socks.

Joey was in ecstacy; he was leaning back against the men behind him, and
they were rubbing their hands down his chest, taking his cock in their
hands, jacking him. The other boy was enjoying it too; he closed his eyes
and enjoyed the feeling of the men playing with his hard dick. One of the
men began humping my son, grinding his crotch against Joey's naked rear
end. Joey loved it and wiggled his butt against the man's hard-on.

I could not longer resist just watching. I moved behind my son and the man
humping him stepped aside. I began to rub myself against my son as the
crowd of men pressed close to us. Joey now realized that I was behind him,
and he reached his arms around behind him. He found the zipper of my pants
and pulled it down, then fished into my trousers to pull out my hard
cock. He pressed his rear end against me, and I felt my dick sliding
against the soft, smooth skin of his butt.

We continued that way for several minutes as men still jacked my son's cock
as well as the dick of the boy next to us. Because of the big crowd, Joey
didn't have to hide his ecstacy as he came. His body bucked and twitched,
his eyes closed, and his head fell against my chest. He grunted and
groaned, and I watched as he shot wave after wave of semen all over the men
in the crowd. After he shot his load he leaned against me for a few
minutes, then pulled away. I could see my cum dripping down his buttocks
and the back of his legs.

When we looked over we saw the boy next to us screw up his face, then try
to pull his dick away from the men, as if he couldn't take any more of the
pleasurable feeling. Then he too shot his load, cum shooting out. The boy
looked stunned as if he wondered how he ended up on the street naked with
men jacking him off.

I led Joey, now completely stripped, away from the crowd to head back to
the hotel. We couldn't walk down the street with him completely naked, so I
hailed a cab. The driver didn't seem to mind the fact that Joey was naked,
and in fact seemed to enjoy checking him out in the rear-view mirror. To
give the driver a little extra show, I encouraged Joey to talk about one of
his experiences.

"Do you remember what happened at the last presentation at your school?" I
asked. I knew that would be enough to get Joey talking about it.

"Oh yeah! I had fun!" said Joey, already getting excited. As he began the
story, his dick immediately got hard and he started to masturbate. I
noticed that the driver was paying more attention now.

The presentation at his school had consisted of historical vignettes acted
out by the students, and Joey was the narrator. He stood on the stage of
the school auditorium, but he was behind a large podium. The audience could
only see him from the middle of his chest and up.

"It was great," Joey was saying as he jacked off. "Nobody could see me so I
could play around. So I stripped behind the podium. It was exciting getting
undressed in front of everybody but nobody knew! Well, some of the boys on
stage saw and laughed, but that was alright with me."

"What did you take off first?" I asked, prompting him to continue. He was
masturbating furiously as he talked.

"I kicked off my dress shoes and was standing in my silky socks," said
Joey. "Then I reached down and undid my pants. They fell to my ankles and I
stepped out of them and kicked them away too. I stood there for awhile in
my undies, playing with my boner through them. Some of the boys saw me in
my underpants and laughed even though they were on stage and not supposed
to."

Now the driver was barely paying attention to the road. He was watching
Joey jack off and listening to his story.

"So what happened next?" I asked.

"I got so excited undressing in front of the whole auditorium that I pulled
down my underpants and my boner popped out. Then I began to play with
myself behind the podium. Some of the boys saw and were laughing. I heard a
couple of them whisper 'fag' behind my breath. When I heard that I made a
mess; it went all over my nice socks."

"So did you have to stand half naked through the rest of the play?" I asked
as I eyed the driver, now rubbing his hard-on through his pants.

"Yeah then when the curtain went down some of the boys grabbed my pants and
shoes and took them. I found my undies though. Remember, I had to go home
in my shirt, socks and underwear?"

"I remember," I said, smiling.

"Uh oh!" said Joey. "I'm gonna make a mess again! Oh, oh, oh, ung, ung,
ung," and with that Joey's dick again shot jizz all over himself. The
driver saw and let out a gasp, then from the way he was grunting and
twitching, he was losing his own load in his pants.

He pulled up in front of the hotel, and Joey jumped out naked with a
still-hard and dripping dick to the surprise of passers-by. I wondered what
his next adventure would be.