My son, the Peeping Tom.


As had become my custom these past few months, I headed towards my den just off the garage. We had just finished dinner and my wife and daughter were cleaning up. Afterward, they would probably watch a syrupy, soap opera type movie or talk about make-up or clothes or shoes. My 16 year-old daughter was like a girlfriend to her mother, now that they could share all those things women get so excited about.


At 47, I found very little worthwhile to watch on TV unless it was a sports game or show. So, to avoid the constant female chatter about things that didn't interest me I would retreat to my den.


I'd been surfing the net for a few years but it wasn't until I discovered cam sites that my interest peaked.

Wow! It was like a whole new world opened up for me. I couldn't believe I could watch women play with their tits and cunts and clits. It made me hard and horny instantly. I discovered I like to watch couples, too. In time, I found I didn't mind watching a man, alone, jerk himself.


Funny, but it happened gradually how I became addicted to certain cams. I was now at the point where I spent all my time looking at mens' cams. I would look at their cocks and balls and compare them to my own. Some guys had better, some not. I have a webcam, but have only taken pics of myself, no face, and posted them on sites with lines like "Like my cock? “, "Wanna make me cum?", Wanna suck it"" etc. It was hot to think I was showing my cock to anyone who found it interesting on the posting site.


So here I was on my favorite site looking at mens' cams. I'd been coming here often and favorited those whose cocks or balls or chests or nipples or bellies I liked to see. Many of the guys were just like me: married, hetero all their lives, who now liked to cam and chat with other guys. I'd chatted with a few and with my favorites. Most often the guys were content to show themselves without me reciprocating. They liked to be told how hot their body parts were to the viewer. I'd come to really enjoy these cams and chats and discovered that I was secretly bi. I'd never thought of men before but these cams made me wonder what it would be like to have sex with a hot man.


I'd never come across anyone on cam who lived nearby so there never was the temptation to meet in person. However, as time went on and I grew more addicted to these cams, the idea of meeting someone in person gained more appeal. I figured if it happened, I would just go with the flow and see how I liked it. Some of the cammers stated they met viewers in person and their first mansex was very hot and they looked for more of it. This thought excited me and I hoped I would come across someone hot on cam and would have a real-time get-together.


I was searching through the cams and found one that excited me. At 47, to find something completely new that made you hot and hard and ready to shoot a load was a whole new awakening for me. I came across this one cam and the guy was really hot: he had a dark, full bush in his crotch, a nice, thick cock and big hairy balls, I could see some of his belly and that was hairy too.


I was sitting at my computer with just my lounge shorts on, having taken off my sleeveless undershirt because the den was added on to the house and wasn't air-conditioned. A fan made it tolerable to be there, besides the isolation from all the 'girl talk' of my wife and daughter.


My 12-year old son was somewhat introverted and very much into books and computers and video games and often went to his room after dinner.

I was watching this guy stoke his thick, hard cock and massage his balls and was getting turned on. I started stroking myself through my shorts as I watched him. My cock was getting harder and longer. I was in no hurry to cum...I enjoyed watching him enjoy himself. Often, I would watch a guy and stroke myself but not cum. Sometimes, the cammer came too quickly or I wasn't close enough to cum myself so I would switch to another cam and watch until the cammer shot off. It wasn't unusual for me to spend a few hours each night watching various men on cam and stroking my cock to their cam scenes.


Oftentimes, I would look through a dozen cams and stroke all through them and when I was fully excited and needed to drop my load would usually do it to a hot cock or naked man on cam. By now I was on my third cam of the night still stroking my not-yet-fully-hard cock. Some of the cams had audio and I could hear the hand stroking that cock and hear the guy moan as he worked his way to orgasm. Maybe this is why I became addicted to these cams: hearing a guy stroke his cock and listen to him moan as he did it was a turn on. It was like circle-jerking with a buddy which I hadn't done since in my teens, and never more after that. Often, my cock would get the hardest and I the hottest when I knew the guy was ready to cum. He'd start moaning louder and start groaning and grunting and writhing in his seat as he stroked his cock harder to get release. The hottest scenes were always the cum shots: loved them up close to the cam and watching all that thick, hot, creamy cock cream shoot from the guy's nuts and out of his cock. When I first starting watching these cams, this would always make me cum. Nowadays, I wanted to delay my cumming by seeing more cocks and cum and working myself up to the point that I had to empty my balls.


It was very quiet in the garage and I never played any music on the computer or a radio. Even though no one ever came to my den, I guess out of guilt I didn't want to be surprised if someone caught me off guard.


This night was the first one in which I was caught off guard. I'd seen a few hot cams by now and my cock was almost fully hard. It was hard enough for it to point towards my belly as I continued to stroke it through my shorts. My shorts were tented at the waistband by my upward-pointing hard cock. Suddenly, I became aware of something different but didn't want to react too quickly for fear of revealing that I was stroking my cock. The entrance to my den was to the left a few feet and about two feet in back of me. From the corner of my eye, I thought I sensed something there. I purposely didn't look but maneuvered the windows on screen to enable a dark area to show reflections of the den behind me.


Once I did that, I could see the reflection in the dark area of the screen. It was my son. He was standing in the doorway very quiet and still. I immediately became a bit nervous and embarrassed but purposely decided not to do anything. I just slowed down stroking my cock and continued to look at the cam, I was certain my son could see my screen and that I was looking at a guy jerking his cock. I continued what I was doing to lead my son to believe I was unaware he was there.


I was switching my eyes between the cam scene and my son's reflection as I continued surfing. I wasn't sure, but it appeared as if my son was more intent on watching me than the scene on cam. Not a sound was made or a word uttered as I continued to stroke my cock and watch the cam. Finally, I decided to look at another cam since this cammer didn't seem like he was going to cum soon but only having a stroke session.


I looked at another cam and again started stroking my erect cock through my shorts. My son was still watching silently. I thought this a little strange and awkward. I didn't know how he would react afterward. After about 20 minutes of watching cams and him watching me, my son decided to leave.


Once he left I felt more relaxed and got into staring at more cams. I left my screen with the dark area to see if he came back. He never returned that evening and so I continued to surf cams until I found a really hot one. Making sure my son was not nearby, I went to the door and locked it. I sat down and immediately dropped my shirts so I could work my cock and balls fully. The guy on cam was really hot and had a great cock and balls and was stroking frenziedly. I knew he would cum before signing off.


Strange, but now that he was gone, I was thinking of my son watching me earlier as I stroked to the hot cam. I was hot and hard and stroking in unison with the cammer but thoughts of my son kept coming back. I was so hot now and it was only a matter of minutes before both the cammer and I would empty our nuts. I wondered what brought my son to my den and why he watched me. I was curious and wanted to find out more about this.


Aside from the cammer being such a hot dude, I was also now excited by the thought that my son stood and peeped on me as I stroked. I was now dripping precum like a sieve and thoughts of my son and the view of the cock on cam made me tremendously horny. I started shooting a really hot load of cum with intensity more so than I had in a long while. As I was shooting, the images of my son watching me were floating in my mind. I think I was hotter than ever knowing my son had watched me stroke.


When I was done cumming, I lay back to catch my breath. My cum rag was full of my thick, creamy load. I wondered if it was the cammer alone, or my son peeping, or both, that made me have such an intense orgasm and shoot such a heavy, thick load.


After about 5 minutes, my breathing was normal and the afterglow of my orgasm was waning. I hoped to have more earth-shattering orgasms like this. I decided that I would continue my nightly surfing routine as always. I would make sure the door was open. I would make certain to arrange the views on my computer screen to leave a dark area on the left side for reflections. If my son wanted to peep on his dad, I thought I'd let him. I wanted to see if this would happen again. I hoped it would happen again. I wanted to find out if my son liked peeping on me just for the thrill of catching his dad doing something 'naughty'. Did he peep on me simply out of childlike curiosity or was he interested in what I was doing? We hadn't had the talk about the birds and bees, yet, so maybe that was it. I hoped it might be something more than that.....that my son like seeing me jerk and wanted to see more. I guess I will just have to wait and see what happens. Till next time. Keep stroking.