Problem Changing
By James Smith
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.
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Me, I live in Australia and I am a full-time student, 23yo.
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End Intro :)
P.S. Sorry I haven't written for so long, studying and job searching y'know =]
"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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