Watching the Boys Part 7 - Sex Stories

Watching the Boys Part 7

... raised his hands as a wand was passed over him. Nothing happened until the wand got below his waist. "That's strange; those shorts don't have any pockets?" I thought to myself as I started to put my shoes on and gather my things. The TSA agent padded down Bryan but nothing was found. The wand was passed over him again and it still went off. Now I was really concerned as to what the problem was. "Sorry sir, is he your son?" The TSA agent asked. "Ye...yes." I stammered, not quite sure what was going to happen. "We need to do a search of your son, won't take too long." the TSA agent said as he e****ted Bryan into a cubicle off to the side. I followed the two inside with the door closing behind me. I was still holding all our stuff as I sat down in the plain grey room. The only thing in the room besides some chairs was a wide metal table. From where I was sitting, I had a clear profile view of the TSA agent and Bryan. The TSA agent was big black gentlemen that towered over Bryan as my boy stood before him barefoot. "Let's take your shirt off." The TSA agent said as he helped Bryan remove his light jacket. The TSA agent then slid his hands underneath Bryan's shirt and moved his hands up Bryan's sides pushing the shirt up revealing my boy's tight body. I swear the TSA agent was enjoying the feeling of my boy's smooth skin as his hands lingered on my boy while lifting the shirt up. My boy raised his arms up as the TSA agent finally lifted Bry's shirt off. But after he did this he ...

... ran his hand down the front of my boy's chest and stomach, his large black hand feeling up my boy like a fine sculpture. I noticed Bryan close his eyes and relax with a hint of a smile on his face. "You have a fine boy sir." I swear I thought the TSA agent licked his lips as he said it. "Looks like nothing concealed under his shirt." continued the Agent. "I'm going to remove your shorts." The Agent said to Bryan. The reaction from my son was interesting, he wasn't nervous about this at all, almost anticipating something. I on the other hand, I was nervous as hell as to where this was all leading too. The agent hooked his fingers into my boy's shorts and lowered them down, and then Bryan braced himself on the TSA agent as he lifted up each leg so he could step out of them. The TSA agent put the shorts with Bryan's coat and shirt on the large table behind him. Bryan was now standing in just his Superman underwear and his white Puka shell anklet as he waited for further instructions. The large "S" on the front of my boy's underwear look a bit distorted, was my boy hard? The Agent grabbed the wand and did a sweep over Bryan's body, and wouldn't you know it, the wand went off when it went over his underwear. Specifically when it went near his ass. "OK, son. We're going to have to take off your underwear too." The TSA Agent said huskily. Bryan just nodded silently as the Agent slid his hands into the sides of Bryan's underwear and started to slid them down my boy's thighs. But he did ...