Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2010 05:22:46 +0930
From: d-i-t-m@hotmail.com
Subject: Problem Changing

Problem Changing

By James Smith

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Quick Intro/disclaimer

This story contains sexual scenes between preteen/teen boy/s and/or a
man/men. If this subject is offensive or off putting to you, read no
further. Only read if you are of legal age as stated in your local
government.

I can be contacted at: d-i-t-m@hotmail.com. Please use the subject line
"Re: Nifty", to protect me from awkward public situations and easier e-mail
filtering.

Me, I live in Australia and I am a full-time student, 23yo.

This story is mine, copyright of mine. Not to be reproduced with out my
sole permission. So far only Nifty has received this story from me, so
therefore should be the only place it can be found. Respect copyright
please.

End Intro :)

P.S. Sorry I haven't written for so long, studying and job searching y'know
=]

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"Problem Changing"

It wasn't summer anymore but the sun didn't seem the wiser. It was well
into April and we were still suffering from less than comfortable hot
weather. It's the first week of school holidays, so as a reward for my son
being so well behaved for his mother, I'd brought him to the public
swimming pool. I expected it would be overly occupied, but the lad enjoys
the water so much.

We must have been there for about 4 hours. In typical eleven year old
fashion, Cody had no problem making friends with several of the other boys
that were visiting as a group seemingly. I spent a lot of the time sitting
along the shallow end, feet submerged, chatting with the other children
wielding adults.

They started commenting on the time and mentioned that dinner is not far
away. I knew my wife would probably have dinner ready in about an hour so I
begrudgingly began the search for my kid through the sea of scrambling
flesh. I found Cody standing on the edge of the pool, getting ready to
re-enter by means of aerial acrobatics. We had spotted each other.

"Dad, are we going?" he asked me, a definite twinge of disappointment in
his voice. I hated to pull him away from his fun, but it was necessary.

"Yeah, come on mate, best not to jump back in, it's late so we should
probably hurry, start heading to the lockers".

I pulled myself out of the pool and quickened my pace to catch up to my
son. We entered the lockers together. It appeared there were many other
people rushing to get home for dinner. There was a mad scrabble of parents
trying to dry and dress their children with barely a square metre of room
free to move.

I pushed ahead to our locker, opening it and retrieving our belongings;
towels and dry clothes. I immediately began to peel off my wet board shorts
and, standing naked, began to towel off. I wasn't too concerned with being
overtly dry, so it was about a minute before I began to redress. I had
finished slipping my t-shirt on and was ready to pack up and leave when I
noticed that Cody was still standing there, dripping wet, still in his
black Speedo.

"Cody! What have you been doing? You should have been dressed like me by
now. Are you listening? Get to it!"

Cody stood looking at his feet, shuffling his hands in front of his crotch.

"Cody, are you OK? What's wrong matey?" I was a little concerned at this
point.

"...Da-ad, I can't, I don't want anyone to see it."

"Look around Cody; I can see about a dozen more just like yours right
now. Stop being silly", I reached down and yanked Cody's hands from his
groin and was prepared to lower his Speedos. Then I noticed the predicament
Cody was trying to avoid. In the front of his suit he was sporting quite
the little bulge, pointed at a rather obscene angle. I smiled to myself and
chuckled inside.

"Oh, sorry buddy, you should've said something, but really don't worry
about it."

"No Dad! It's embarrassing, why is it happening now?", I sensed the
rhetoric but still tried to reassure him.

"OK matey, what if I hold the towel around you so no-one can see while you
change?"

He looked at me and nodded. I brought the large towel around his small body
and held it up on either side. He slid his Speedo down his smooth white
legs, his boner catapulting back up to his smooth pubis with a very cute
waggle. My son looked a lot like me and my brother at that age. His penis
stood at about 4 inches and is uncut; it didn't look like the skin had
receded yet though.

I brought the towel around to envelope him and quickly and roughly rubbed
the towel up and down his body, quickly drying him. I resumed the previous
position of holding the towel, so Cody could get dressed. A little
exasperated, he looked at me again.

"Dad, how am I supposed to leave like this? It's still going to stick out
my pants. Man, this is so embarrassing! Dad, what do I do!?"

To me it was obvious what he needed to do to get his rock hard penis down,
all men know what to do. Now I already knew my son masturbated, I heard him
often in the morning and at night. I even provided him a little hand towel
to use as a cum rag after my wife complained about the excessive tissue
consumption. I told him that when it starts to get too stiff or smell, to
hand it back to me so I could wash it and his mother wouldn't have to deal
with it. He seemed happy that I was able to be so cool and honest with him
about it. I ended up having to wash that towel more often than I expected!

"Look Cody, what do you do at home to get rid of it?"

"Well normally I would have a wank, but I can't here, what do I do!?"

"Well I think you'll be alright doing it here, I've got you covered by the
towel and I think everyone is too busy to notice anyway. Just do it quickly
and we'll be out of here".

"Damn, gahhhh, I can't believe I have to do this..."

Cody reached down and began feeling his hard shaft. He pulled his hard cock
down and began moving his finger and thumb up and down the shaft, reaching
along the covered glans. With his free hand he began to rub his smooth
stomach and pubis, eventually reaching down to give his balls a bit of
play. I watched nervously, occasionally looking out for spectators, but
there were none. I admired my son being able to be so open with me in this
situation and pride swelled in my chest. I watched on as he lent forward a
bit, his breathing was heavy and in short breaths. His hand moved more
frantically and his breathing became stuttered. I could tell he was about
to cum. A very quiet moan escaped my son's lips and he pumped his little
cock with vigour. He pulled his hand back along the shaft hard and he gave
a little shiver. A squirt of clear boy cum erupted from behind his foreskin
and splashed onto my pants near my ankle. He continued to pump and shake as
a couple more dribbles of his young cum dripped from his cock to the floor.

Once recovered, Cody stood back up. I used the towel to wipe the cum from
his hand and brought it to his softening cock and wiped it off, squeezing
out any remaining cum.

I continued to hold the towel as he began to dress. His face was still red
and flustered, but he was soon dressed and we were ready to leave.

We were home for dinner and nothing was mentioned. A few hours later, it
was Cody's bed time. He came out in his pyjamas and gave my wife a hug good
night. Then, rather uncharacteristically, he walked over to me at my lounge
chair and lent down giving me a great big hug.

"Thanks for today Dad, I love you"

"Aww, no worries matey, we had fun, I love you, I'm so proud of you too"

I squeezed him tightly, all kinds of paternal feeling rising to my
throat. I looked over at my wife; she appeared quite puzzled but obviously
happy nonetheless. She took Cody to bed and I sat there, in pure happiness
about the pleasant relationship I had with my beautiful son.


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