Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2011 12:36:31 -0800 (PST) From: Bill Miller Subject: My Son Loves to Show Off My Son Loves to Show-Off by William Miller showoffson@yahoo.com Note: Please feel free to e-mail me if you enjoy the story! My son, Trevor, loves showing off, and I definitely do not discourage him. Since he received an "A" in school, I am taking him out to a nice restaurant to reward him. As soon as we sit down at the table, I can hear his dress shoes hit the floor as he kicks them off. He takes his shoes off all the time, and has lost quite a few. Soon I could feel his socked feet rubbing against my shoes and my ankles. He started talking about school, but not about his grades. "I jacked off today in class." As he began telling me the story, I could see his hand move to his lap, and I knew he was getting excited. He was telling me about how horny he had been in class, so he couldn't help but to start rubbing his boner through his pants. As he continued to rub himself at the table, I could feel his socked feet pulling my loafers off my feet. Soon he was rubbing his socked feet against mine. "The boys around me in class were all watching, so I reached under the desk and unzipped my pants." As Trevor told me this, I could hear him unzipping his pants right now under the table. He continued to rub his boner as he told me about the boys in class staring at his cock. Suddenly he stopped and asked to use the restroom. He jumped up from the table, still in his socks and with his pants still unzipped. He walked to the restroom in his socked feet and with his bright red underwear showing through his undone black dress trousers. I knew he was doing this to get more attention, and sure enough, I saw the business men sitting at a table nearby now watching Trevor. When he returned to the table, I could see just the tip of his cock poking out of the fly of his trousers. He sat back down and continued his story. "So I had my boner out in class and was jerkin' it, and I could hear the boys around me whispering to each other about what I was doing." As he spoke, Trevor again reached under the table, now stroking his exposed dick. I glanced over and saw the business men nearby practically staring. I slid back in my seat and slipped my socked foot into my son's lap. When my foot touched his cock, Trevor let out a moan. As I began to massage my son's dick with my socked foot, he said, "Oh Dad, that feels so good." I continued to rub Trevor's erect cock with my socked foot, as my son groaned and told me how good it felt. "Oh Dad, I'm gonna cum," he said, loud enough for the other tables to hear. Suddenly Trevor moaned, "Ung, ung, ung, ohhhh." as he ejaculated, spewing cum all over my sock. I looked over to see the business men nearby all watching, two of them rubbing their own dicks through their pants. A bit later, Trevor again visited the restroom. As he returned and was nearing the table, he popped the button on his pants. They fell to the ground, and Trevor casually stepped out of them. He sat down at the table now clad in his shirt, underpants and socks. A passing waiter looked at the pants on the floor with a puzzled expression, then picked them up and carried them away. I knew Trevor was excited about sitting in just his underwear at the table. "So how are you going to leave now?" I asked him with a smile. My son grinned back and said, "I guess everyone will see me in my undies!" As he said it he was again rubbing his cock through the briefs. He continued to masturbate as he continued his story about school. "Some of the boys laughed when I took my boner out of my pants in class," he was saying, "but they all watched." As he talked he was pulling his erection out through the fly of his underwear. I pretended to drop my napkin so that I could peek under the table, where I saw my son pumping his erect cock poking out of his underpants. When I again glanced at the table of business men, two now had their own cocks out of their pants. Trevor continued to masturbate at the table as he talked. "So just as the teacher called on me, I started to cum. The boys laughed when they heard my voice crack when I tried to answer as I was cumming all over myself." Talking about it made his experience another orgasm, and Trevor breathed heavily and grunted as he again emptied his load. I glanced over to see the two men doing the same. When it was time to leave, we had to exit quickly with Trevor just in a shirt, socks, and stained underpants. I spied his shoes, which he had kicked so far away they were under another table, and decided to leave them behind. The next day Trevor had no school, so he asked if he could come with me to work. He and I got onto the elevator along with a number of my coworkers. They all greeted Trevor, many rubbing his back or gently massaging his shoulders. As the elevator rose, I watched as stray hands rubbed my son's buttocks or gave a quick squeeze to his crotch. After settling into my office, I told him I had to attend the morning meeting. He begged to come along, so I agreed as long as he was quiet. We were the first people in the room, and we sat down at the large conference table. Just before the rest of my coworkers entered, Trevor slid underneath the table. As the meeting began, I could feel my son's hands pulling off my shoes. Next his hands were undoing my fly, then tugging on my pants. I became a bit nervous, but despite my efforts, Trevor soon had pulled my pants down. He manipulated my cock out of the fly of my boxers, and the next thing I knew, I could feel my son's mouth on my hard dick. Trevor was expertly licking and sucking my cock, swirling his tongue around the head, then up and down the shaft, then taking it all into his warm mouth. The sensation was so intense that it only took me a moment to build up to an orgasm. Suddenly I shot my load into my son's mouth as Trevor continued to suck my throbbing cock. He drank in every drop of my cum before slipping away. Soon I noticed one of my coworkers looking confused and peeking under the table. I then saw him smile and relax, and a few moments later, an unmistakable look of pleasure on his face. I pretended to drop a file so that I could look under the table. I saw my son on his knees, his mouth busily sucking on my coworkers cock. Somehow Trevor had undressed down to his underwear and socks, and he was masturbating himself as he sucked away. I smiled and discretely pulled my trousers back up. Several minutes later I saw another of my coworkers looking confused, followed by a look of pleasure. This continued around the table as Trevor went from one of my coworkers to the next, burying his face in each man's lap. When the meeting, which seemed to take twice as long as usual, finally ended, all of the men at the table tried to discretely pull their pants back up and fasten them. Then they all looked for their shoes which had been pulled off. As I watched the men leave, I chuckled to see that several were now wearing mismatched shoes, having obviously mixed them up with another man's. I waited until Trevor was dressed, and we returned to my office, where I made him do some homework. At lunch time we headed out for something to eat, getting on the elevator along with a number of my coworkers. They were happy to see Trevor, and he was quickly surrounded by men wanting to give him a quick rub or squeeze. I saw hands tugging on his clothes as he smiled with pleasure. When we reached the lobby I exited, then turned and waited for my son. Trevor appeared, now dressed only in a t-shirt, underwear and socks. "Where are your clothes?" I asked. Trevor smiled and shrugged and said, "The men took them." I could tell from his smie and his erection that he did not mind, so I led him to my car in just his underwear, today wearing a pair of black briefs. We got into my car, and since it was a nice day, I put the top down. I told Trevor I would drive him home so he can finish his school work there. As we drove along, my son pulled off his t-shirt; the wind caught it and blew it out of the car. He slid his hand inside his briefs to masturbate his throbbing cock. I soon became away of a truck that was maintaining the same speed as I as it drove along the side. I could see that the driver was enjoying watching my son jacking off. Trevor slipped his underpants off, then let the wind catch them and blow them out of the car as well. He openly masturbated as the truck rode along next to us, the driver watching the show. He soon spurted his cum, which landed all over his stomach, after which the diver blew his horn and drove off. I pulled into my driveway and watched my son, now naked except for socks, slowly walk to the front door, find the hidden key, and let himself in. He turned and waved before going in. I was fairly certain he would get little school work done. On Saturday I agreed to take Trevor to the mall. He wore a pair of white trackpants, and though he wore white underpants beneath them, the pants were so see-through I could see the underwear right through. I could even see the waistband, the side seams and the seams around the fly in front. It was as if he weren't wearing pants. As we walked around the mall and I saw men noticing his underwear showing through, I felt my cock stirring in my trousers. We wandered into a store, where Trevor quickly became bored. He walked out of his sneakers, leaving them behind, and continuing on in his gray and white socks. He let his jacket slide off of his shoulders and fall to the ground. Finally he pushed his track pants down, letting them slide down his legs, and finally stepped out of them and kept walking. He was now walking around the store in just a thin white t-shirt, his white underpants, and his socks. Eventually Trevor found the video games on display and began to play one, standing in the store in just underwear. Soon a young man stood behind him, watching him play. Trevor continued to play as the young man put an arm around my son, stroking the material of his t-shirt, then slipping down to feel his underpants. It was not long before the man's hand slipped to the front, and eventually down into Trevor's briefs. My son played the game intently as the man stroked and massaged his hard dick. Trevor grunted and groaned as the man worked his cock. Soon the briefs slid down and my son's cock was exposed. The man stroked him harder and faster. Suddenly Trevor moaned as the man pumped his cock and he began to spew cum all over the floor. The man worked my son's dick until he had shot every drop, then slid his underpants back up. I walked up to my son, telling him it was time to go. He walked out of the store and the mall in just his underwear and socks, and as we walked, I noticed men everywhere admiring my son.