Date: Thu, 1 Aug 2019 00:09:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Williams Subject: Plalying to my Daddy's Spy Cam Playing to Daddy's Spy Cam by Tony Williams This is Tony. He doesn't know it, but I've cracked my Dad's laptop password. I shoulder-surfed him one time and when he entered it I could see that it started and finished with a "Y". Easy! His favourite song is "Yesterday". Right now he's at work so I try the password. Sure enough, it lets me in. I check his surfing history and I'm astonished to discover that most of what he searched for was gay porn. So, is he gay? I wonder, because since Mum left years ago, he hasn't had any relations with any females at all and it's been a few years now. You'd think that a handsome guy in his early thirties would attract lots of chicks, but no. In a way indeed, I was kinda pleased because I prefer boys to girls, and several of my class mates have responded enthusiastically when I groped their baskets and we've progressed from fondling to wanking, and last week, I sucked my first cock, that of a guy in the class above me on whom I have a bit of a crush and let me tell you, it was a wonderful experience. So, if my Dad's gay, good for him! I explore his laptop further and stumble on a familiar scene. It appears to be a photograph of my bedroom. I go into my room, move a chair and come back to his computer. Yes, the chair has moved. Holy shit! I'm looking at a live feed from my room! Dad must've been spying on me. For half a second, I'm pissed at this invasion of privacy, but then my stomach churns with excitement when I think about the implications of my discovery. My anger evaporates, replaced by a rush of sexual excitement as I picture him staring at images of me stroking my cock. What has he seen? Earlier, when he was home, I wanked off in front of my mirrored closet doors, though I don't see anything strange about wanking off to an image of myself, after all I'm the sexiest guy I know. Was he watching me then? How long has he been spying on me and exactly what has he seen? I try to think what shameless things I might have done in front of my mirror, but I decide that wanking off was about as far as I've gone. I'm not in any kind of trouble. If my dad thought that wanking was unacceptable, he'd have said something, but he hasn't. He's the one in trouble, not me. Back in my room, I try to find the camera but I fail until finally I figure out it's my own laptop that's sending the signal. The "camera on" light is dark so he must've hacked me. I position it on my dresser with its camera aimed at me as I sit on the end of my bed. I'm no longer even slightly pissed at him. Hey, if my Dad wants to watch me getting undressed, or wanking in front of my mirror, then I'm gonna let him. It'll be thrilling to perform for him without letting him know that I know his secret. I've never let him watch me wank off before, even on those few occasions when (usually half drunk) he called me "sexy". I put it down to the alcohol, but what if he is really gay and fancies me, his own son? Weird as it sounds, I find the idea to be quite thrilling. I decide to practice so that when he gets home, I can perform for him for real. I put his laptop on the dresser where I can watch it, then sit on the end of my bed and lift one leg at a time to take my sneakers off. I can see the white edge of my briefs up the leg of my shorts. I stand and let them fall, unbutton my shirt and spread it wide. Wow, I look so fucking sexy! I love boys in white briefs and I'm a boy, just thirteen years old and randy all day long. My cock is hard, bulging my underpants at the front. I ditch the shirt and slowly slide my briefs down to mid thigh. I'm as hard as a rock. "Look at me, Daddy," I say to my laptop, "Don't you think I'm fucking sexy?" My imaginary audience fails to reply, so I begin to wank my cock, long, slow strokes, thinking about how exciting this is gonna be when I do it for real. Will Daddy be stroking his own cock as he watches me? Jesus, I hope so! Again, the thought of him sends a thrill through my whole body and I'm right on the edge of cumming, so I stop. I turn my body from side to side, drinking in the lovely vision of a young boy with his briefs round his thighs, his six inch cock as hard as a rock with a bead of precum at the end. He's gonna LOVE this! I'd love to carry on wanking, but I want to save it for later. I take a long, slow shower, mostly to kill time, then, back in my room I pull on a pair of clean briefs, white cotton just like my Dad's, go into his room and look at his laptop again. It takes a while, but I figure out how to make the computer replay my little act. Wow! I'm just as erotic as any of the best gay videos I've ever seen, and I watch a lot. I put on a white singlet that I borrow from Daddy's underwear drawer, and smooth it down over my hips. It's brand new, not yet shrunk in the wash and long enough to cover my briefs completely. I pretend it's a mini dress, short enough to show off my "knickers" if I bend down, which I do, looking between my legs at myself in the mirror. Wow, I'm so fucking hot. Dad comes home from his construction job. He's dressed in a white singlet, a pair of denim cut-offs that couldn't be any shorter, white ankle socks and big work boots with tractor tyre treads. "Christ, it's so fucking hot!" he complains, dropping his shorts. He wears white briefs, just like mine but a size larger. "Why are you in your undies?" he asks, eyeing me up and down, a twinkle in his eye. "As you say, it's too fucking hot," I tell him. The climate change debate is over; temps are up, day after day. "Anyway, this is not a vest, it's a dress. I'm pretending I'm a girl." "So you like dressing up, then?" he aks, grinning. "Just having a bit of fun." "We could buy you a real dress. With your long hair you wouldn't need a wig. I think you'd make a lovely girl," he says. I think for a second. You know, it's quite an interesting idea. It'd be quite thrilling to hang out at the shopping mall in a dress, letting dirty old men look up my skirt (and young men too, of course). "I'm gonna take a shower," Dad says. On his way upstairs, he peels off his singlet, then goes into the bathroom. I'm tempted to follow him, after all, if he wants to watch me undress, I should be able to watch him, right? But I don't want to give the game away. Minutes later, from the bottom of the stairs I see him exit the bathroom naked, carrying his briefs, and go into his bedroom. His bum is nice and tight. I spring into action, running upstairs, and stand in front of the mirror, my heart racing. I desperately hope he's watching me. "Hello, folks," I say to the mirror, "thank you all for coming to see me today. I know you all like to watch me undress and do naughty things, but your pleasure is nothing to the thrill I feel letting you watch me. Do you like my new dress?" I lift the front of it high enough to expose my briefs. "Do you like my knickers, guys? I always wear white, just like my Daddy. He looks hot in his undies, too, just like me only a bit hairier. I don't mind hair; I'll soon have hair of my own on my chest." I turn my back to show off my cotton covered bum, then turn to face the camera again. I shove one hand down the front of my briefs and slowly stroke my now rock-hard cock. "Am I sexy, guys?" I ask, smiling at myself. "Are your cocks getting hard? They'd better be! I only wanna have a wank if you're all going to enjoy it, okay? Fair enough, now pay attention." I lift my singlet, trapping it under my chin, then slowly slide my briefs to mid thigh. My stiff dick pokes out right at the laptop's camera. "Do you like my cock, fellas? Yeah, admit it, you do! I bet most of you want to suck it and that's alright by me." I wondered how far to take this and emboldened, I carry on. "I'm gonna tell you a secret. Last week I sucked Johnny Blake's cock and he came in my mouth. It was awesome! Don't tell anyone, but I swallowed it all. Cum is delicious and I'm gonna suck him off again as soon as I get a chance. He's a year older than me and his cock is magnificent." I grip my shaft and begin long, slow strokes. "Oh, this feels good!" I say. "I love wanking off, not just myself, but any of you guys out there, too. I'll wank your cocks any time you like." My heart's racing as I grow bolder and bolder. I thumb a drop of precum from the end of my cock and suck it. "I love the taste of precum and hot cock!" I declare. "Don't you?" I lift the singlet over my head and throw it aside and now I'm naked except for the briefs stretched between my thighs and I look about as sexy as it's possible for a boy to be. This is going well. I just hope he's watching me. A spend another half minute wanking again, throwing my head back and groaning, then let my briefs fall to my ankles. I turn my back to the camera, and bend down to pick them up, exposing my bum hole to the camera. Turning back again, I say, "Were you looking at my arsehole, you fucking perverts? It's okay, I don't mind. I suppose some of you would like to fuck it, huh? Of course you would. I have to admit I've never been fucked up the arse, but it must be marvelous, otherwise why would so many gay guys allow it?" I moisten my middle finger with my mouth and press it up my bum. It slides past my sphincter quite easily, but then it's a lot smaller than a dick, so maybe I need to stretch my hole a bit before engaging in anal sex. "That feels nice," I say, pumping it in and out, "but a cock would be better." I retract my finger and suck on it. "I know some of you might think this is gross, but I assure you that earlier, when I showered, I put this soapy finger right up my bum and it's perfectly clean." I decided that I'd gone far enough. "I imagine you want to watch me cum and spray my jism all over this mirror like I usually do, and clean if off with my underpants. Okay, here we go!" I sit on the end of the bed which happens to be right in front of my computer, lie back and speed up my strokes, feeling my orgasm building and then I cum. Holy shit, it's a huge load, five or six huge blobs of cum shoot from the end of my cock and land on my chest and tummy. I milk my cock and thumb the last drop off, then suck it. I grin at my cum-streaked image in the mirror. "Don't go just yet, guys," I say. "Watch this!" I lie back and with my palms, smear my cum all over my torso, from my tummy right up to my chest, then sniff my hands. I love the smell of my own cum. "Did you enjoy the show?" I ask the mirror, which remains silent on the matter. "I wanted to cum on the mirror but my orgasm caught me by surprise, sorry. Tune in again at bedtime when I'll shoot another big load for you. Bye-bye for now." I put Dad's singlet back on and go out on to the landing. His door is shut. I go into the bathroom and take a long shower, not forgetting that soapy finger up my bum. Back in my room, I play "Minecraft" on my laptop for fifteen minutes or so, then I go downstairs. Dad's sitting on the couch in a pair of hot pink briefs with white trim. They're even sexier than his white ones. ________________________ This is Tony's Dad. Oh, that fucking little cock teaser! He needs a good spanking. I should lay him across my knees, take his underpants down and give him six of the best. He's just wanked off in front of his mirror and it was no ordinary wank, nothing like the wanks I've been watching all week. Those were relatively tame; he just stroked his cock until he came. But this last one blew my mind. He was wanking to an imaginary audience, talking to them, saying all sorts of dirty stuff and I nearly came hands-off as I watched. The best bit was when he confessed to sucking off another boy. Holy shit! But, to be honest, I'm not too surprised; when I was his age I was having a lot of fun with the cocks of my school friends. Am I gay, you might be wondering? Yes and no. Teenage sexual experimentation with one's own sex is practically universal so that doesn't count. When I was married, I was perfectly straight until one day the kid who cleans our swimming pool made a pass at me and I wanked him off. He woke up my inner homo. Every week thereafter, I sucked him off until one day my wife came home early and caught us. That was the end of my marriage and the beginning of my gay life, which consists of the occasional hook up with guys on the internet, none of which are very satisfying. Yes, I admit it. I've hacked my kid's laptop so I can spy on him without him knowing. I suppose my behaviour is more reprehensible than his, but the excitement it affords me is incredible. He was wearing one of my singlets, pretending it was a dress, and let me tell you he looked so fucking sexy! He talked to an imaginary audience in his mirror, inviting them to watch his shameless display. But the climax came when he shot an humungous load of cum which landed on his torso and, believe it or not, he spread it all over himself with his hands. I've never seen anything quite so lewd. My cock was bursting and as soon as Tony had cum, I pulled my own briefs down to mid thigh and stood in front of my own mirror, admiring myself. Actually, I think I'm pretty sexy myself. I'm not forty yet and there's lots of action left in me. "Hello, Son," I say to the mirror. If he can play to an audience, so can I. "I hope you enjoyed your wank just now. It was awesome and I nearly came in my briefs from just looking at you. I never realised until now how sexy you've become in these last two years. You're growing up and enjoying your sexuality and I thoroughly approve of your masturbation show. It was the best gift you could ever have given me." Of course I could never say this to his face. I grip my cock and stroke it and right away, I know I'm going to cum in just seconds. I stop wanking because I want to save my cum for later but I'm too late. I lace my fingers behind my neck and wait, hoping my cock will subside, but as I look at my own image again and imagine Tony's watching too, I explode, hands off, squirting my cum on to the mirror. Blobs of it slide down the glass leaving trails like half a dozen snails. I take Tony's suggestion and wipe it clean with my briefs, then put on a clean pair. As soon as my erection subsides, I go downstairs. I sit on the couch in my living room thinking about what's just happened. I don't really have any regrets, though I do feel a bit guilty about lusting after my own son. I'd see him from time to time in his undies, or naked in the shower. Neither of us was shy in the presence of the other. I watch the evening news, then start to think about cooking dinner, realise I'm not that hungry and think about Tony instead. My cock begins to stir in my briefs. He comes downstairs, dressed in that same singlet of mine. "Still wearing your dress?" I comment. I should be able to see his briefs through the white cotton of the singlet, but I can't, so he's not wearing any. He sits in the armchair opposite me, leans back and parts his knees. "No knickers?" I ask, grinning. "Too fuckin' hot," he explains, referring to the weather. "Are you looking up my skirt?" I grin. "Of course I'm looking up your skirt. How could I not? You look up the skirts of girls at school, don't you? Everyone looks up skirts." I can see his cock lying there between his thighs. I have a sudden urge to take hold of it, but I daren't. "It's okay, Daddy, you can look all you like. I don't mind." He'd mind if he knew what I'd just watched on my laptop. I daren't tell him that I'm spying on him. He'd be mad as hell and it'd all be over, and I want to watch him again and again, every time he wanks. He lifts his feet up on to the seat of his chair and lets his knees fall sideways. He's showing off his cock in the most lascivious way. I can't tear my gaze away and I think he knows it. My own cock is starting to get hard and I daren't let his see it, so I stand up and leave, telling him I'm going to cook dinner. ________________________ This is Tony. This evening has been a bit awkward. After dinner, we watched TV, but I could feel the tension in the air. At ten o'clock I told Daddy I was going to bed, and went upstairs to my room, leaving the door open. I heard him come up the stairs and as he came into my room, I lifted his singlet over my head and tossed it aside. He stared at my naked body and I felt little trembles of excitement. "I just wanna say goodnight," he said. I smiled at him, enjoying his gaze on my body. "Goodnight, Daddy," I said, "Sweet dreams." He left and I shut the door behind him, waited a few seconds for him to get to his room, put his singlet back on, then stood in front of my mirrored closet doors again. "Hello, folks," I said, a dazzling smile on my face. "I've just spent the evening with my father and I was wearing this dress with no knickers on, and he kept looking up my skirt. He must think I'm sexy. Look!" I lifted the front of my "dress" and thrust my hips forward, displaying my half hard cock. "This is what Daddy likes. It's kinda strange, but he's never been interested in me in this way before. I think I was too young for him and then I suddenly grew up and got his attention. Do you want me to wank off again? Oh, good, I thought you might. Look closely, gentlemen." I wanted Daddy to know that my imaginary audience was all male (and gay). I stroked my now rock-hard cock, taking my sweet time, making it last. It wasn't just my hand that was stimulating me, it was the knowledge that Daddy was seeing everything and getting off on it! Every time I thought about him, my orgasm got closer. "I have a special treat for you tonight. I'm gonna fuck myself!" I'd never had anything bigger than my finger up my bum, but I thought the handle of my hair brush would fit quite nicely. I spread sun block (as good a lube as any) on the handle, turned my back to the camera, bent forward and placed the tip against my bum hole. "Here goes, guys, my first fuck!" I relaxed my hole and pushed. It hurt a bit at first, but as soon as it was deep into me, the pain lift, replaced by a deliciously filled up feeling. I pumped it in and out. "Oh," I cried, "this is awesome, but I wish it were a dick, a nice big dick, maybe a black one." They say black guys have bigger dicks than us and if I'm colour prejudiced then it's in favour of them. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, this is so good!" Then I went what might have been too far. "I hope Daddy doesn't want to fuck me; his cock is enormous. It'd hurt like crazy. He'd have to be content with letting me wank him, or better still, suck him off." There, I've said it. Daddy now knows that any sexual moves he makes on me will be welcomed. I remove the hairbrush and setting it aside and continue wanking my cock. "Who wants my cum?" I ask the mirror. "Okay, calm down, don't fight over it. If you don't get to taste my cum tonight, there'll be plenty more opportunities. I'm here for you at least twice a day. Stand by, here it comes!" I shoot my load again, not as big as earlier, but quite respectable, nevertheless. It lands on the mirror and I peel off my dress and wipe it off. "Goodnight, guys. Have a nice wank on me, okay?" This is an invitation aimed at Daddy, letting him know that it's okay to wank over me. _________________________ This is Daddy. Fuck, he did it again. After he hung around all evening in my singlet with nothing on underneath, showing off his not-so-little cock quite shamelessly, teasing me mercilessly, he went to bed. Staring at my laptop I spied on him as he wanked himself off again. Even though he fucked himself with a hair brush, it wasn't quite the performance of earlier, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I watched until the end, seeing his cum splattering on the mirror and watching with amusement as he wiped it off with my singlet. He's so fucking hot! My spy cam programme allows me to record it, and I replay both his performances, my hand inside my briefs, stroking my iron hard cock, then I pull my chair in front of the mirror. "Hello, folks," I say, "I've just spied on my son having a wank and fucking himself with a hairbrush. It was so fucking thrilling. I nearly came, hands off. I never realised how sexy he is until recently. He wears one of my vests as a dress." I lift my hips and slid my briefs off, flicking them up in the air with my big toe and catching them. I press them to my face and inhale. I can detect the faint aroma of cock. "I wish these were my son's underpants," I tell the mirror. "They must smell awesome. Later, I'll fish a pair of his out of the laundry hamper and lay them on my pillow so I can sniff them all night long." I lean back and begin stroking myself. "I wish you could see me now, Tony," I say. "I think you'd appreciate how sexy I am. You're not the only one who likes to show off his hard cock." It occurs to me that in the course of less than a day, I've turned into an obsessed voyeur and exhibitionist. I'd love to put on a show for my son, but then I'd have to reveal that I've been spying on him and he'd hate me. I'll just have to content myself with watching him as he plays to his own imaginary fans. "Tony, oh Tony," I murmur, speeding up my strokes, "if only you knew how much I love you, not just your body, sexy in and out of your undies, but you, the real you, my darling son. I've never loved you like this before. Oh, I'm gonna cum! Look! Look! I'm cumming! Oh, fuck, look at all that cum!" ________________________ This is Tony. Dad's out and I go into my dad's bedroom to look in his underwear drawer. There they are, half a dozen pairs, freshly laundered, eye-watering hot pink with white trim round the waist, legs, and the bit where you pull your cock out. I hold up a pair and inspect them. They're size 34 and I take a 32, so maybe they'll fit. I pull my own shorts and underpants off and try them on. Actually, they fit quite well, though still loose enough for someone (who, I wonder?) to get his hand inside. I gaze at myself, turning my body from side to side, as my cock begins to get stiff. I put my shorts back on. When Daddy comes home I'm in my room. I hear him come up the stairs and go into his room. I stand in front of my mirrors. "Hello, my friends," I say. "Today I have a special treat for you. Here goes!" I slide my shorts off and sling them aside, then lift my shirt to show of Daddy's pink underpants. "Sexy, huh?" I say. "I borrowed them from my Dad's underwear drawer. I don't think he'll mind, do you? They're pretty sexy, aren't they? He looks so fucking HOT in them, and that's what I was thinking about when I woke up in the night and had a wank." I turn sideways so that the camera can see how big my bulge is. I grip my shaft through the cotton and stroke it. "Hey, guys," I say, "have you ever seen a guy cum through his underpants? Well, there's a treat in store for you." I continue to stroke myself and see a little spot of precum where the end of my dick is. Oh, this is awesome! I'm gonna cum in my Daddy's underpants! I'll toss them into the laundry hamper and he'll never know. I can feel my abdomen churning as I get close to cumming, so I abandon my cock and put both hands on my bum, thrusting my hips forward. I'm right on the edge, between cumming and not cumming, and as I take a final look at myself, I cum, hands off! The wet spot suddenly grows and cum oozes through the pink cotton. My second pulse causes cum to shoot right out, through the material, followed by a third and fourth. I put my hand over the end of my cock and squish the cum so it all soaks the cotton panel at the front, then, even though I'm sexually spent, I continue the show by sliding the briefs down my legs, lifting them to my face and sucking whatever cum I can get from them. It'll be thrilling to look at his later. "That's all, folks," I say to my "audience". "See you at bedtime." I get dressed in clean briefs and take Daddy's and throw them in the laundry hamper. ________________________ This is Daddy. The little shit stole a pair of my hot pink briefs from my dresser drawer. I can't say I blame him. I came home from shopping, turned on my laptop and sure enough, there was my son standing in front of his mirrors. Why is he always there just as I come home? Has he figured out that I'm spying on him? If he has, why doesn't he confront me? Maybe he likes being spied on. He took his pants off and there he was in MY underpants. I'd have thought that they'd be too large for him, but they fitted quite snugly. He was talking to his "audience" again, then he had a wank, and not just an ordinary wank, no. He put his hand inside and stroked his cock until he was about to cum, then he took his hands away and came, hands off. I know from my own experience that in order to cum hands off, you haave to be incredibly aroused, but if yoyu achieve it, it's thrilling beyond belief. Some of his cum squirted through the cotton of my briefs and the rest soaked the front. It looked like lot of cum. Then, amazingly, he took them off, sniffing and sucking at them. He must be in love with my underpants. I went into the bathroom and there they were in the hamper, cum stained briefs. I picked them up and gave them a good sniff. My son's cum smelled awesome. I went back to my room, stripped off and pulled them up to mid thigh. I gazed at myself in my mirror. Yes, I was just as hot as my son, just a few years older. My cock was as hard as an iron bar. I pulled the briefs all the way on. They hadn't had time to dry; the cum was still fresh. I reveled in the thought that my cock was nestling where my son's had moments before, in a basket of cum soaked cotton. I gazed at myself as I rubbed the front of the briefs, smearing traces of cum on my tummy and cock. I decided that he must know that I'm spying on him, otherwise why has he suddenly started putting on these shameless performances for his imaginary friends? Is he doing it for me? That would be marvelous, but why hasn't he called me on my spying scheme? Perhaps he likes it. Yes, that must be it. I think it's time to come clean and tell him about the spycam. _______________________________ This is Tony. It's after lunch and Daddy and I sit out on the deck in the shade of a big umbrella, drinking, in his case, a beer, and in mine, a Coke. Amazingly we're both fully dressed. Without warning, Daddy turned to me. "Why did you borrow a pair of my briefs, Tony? Don't you have enough of your own?" "But I don't have those hot, pink sexy ones. I saw you in them and you looked awesome so I couldn't resist borrowing a pair. I hope you don't mind." "To be honest, I don't. You can help yourself to my underpants any time you like, in fact we ought to get together and search the internet for sexy undies for ourselves. And I don't mind if you wank off in them, in mine, I mean." "How do you know that I wanked in them," I ask. "I found them in the laundry hamper, heavily cum stained. Look!" He stood, opened his fly and dropped his pants. He was wearing the same briefs, stains and all, still unwashed! Oh, what joy! My cum was right there, enclosing his cock, my Daddy's awesome cock. I immediately became hard. I looked at his smiling face. "Oh, Daddy, this is so cool. You don't mind wearing underpants stained with my cum?" "No, I find it quite thrilling. There's something else we need to talk about. I have a confession to make." Wow, he's gonna tell me about the spy cam! "I hacked into your computer." "Why? So you could check my surfing history and see what gay websites I visited?" "No. I don't care what porn you look at. I rigged your laptop's camera so I could turn it on from my room without the "camera on" light showing. I've been spying on you." He looks nervous, waiting for my reaction. I smile. "What did you see?" I ask, trying to sound innocent. "You wanked off a few times in front of your mirror." "I always wank in front of the mirror. I'm the sexist guy I know." "My question is this: your performance in front of the mirror was so extraordinary, so lewd and shameless, that I think you were putting on a deliberate show for me. Is this true?" Ah, now my secret is out. "It is, Daddy. I have a confession of my own. I figured out your password and got into your computer and saw my own room on the screen, so I knew you were spying on me and let me say right away that not only am I not blaming you, I'm saying that for the last couple of days, I've had the best time of my life, undressing for you and wanking off. Yes, my performances are all deliberate. My "audience" was you, Daddy. I wanted to make you happy, because I love you so much." "You're not angry at me?" "How could I be angry at you. I absolutely LOVE wanking off for you. Don't disconnect the spy cam. You can look at me any time you like. In fact, next time I have a wank, I want you in the room, watching me close up." "I'd need to be careful. I might get carried away and sexually molest you." "That's the whole fucking idea. You can do anything you like to me," I tell him. Now he knows. He pulls his pants back up. _________________________ This is Tony's Dad. I came clean. It was amazing. Tony didn't bat an eyelid when I told him about the spy cam. In fact, he knew it was there all the time and he's been stringing me along, putting on lascivious homoerotic acts especially for me. Now I don't feel bad about spying. I was astonished to discover he enjoyed being spied on and that wanking off with an audience excited him. After we talked, he went out to hang with his friends, so I went into his room and hacked into his laptop, uploading the spy programme I used on mine into his, so now he can spy on me, any time he wants. After dinner, I suggested he go into his room and look at his computer. I went into my bedroom, turn my own laptop camera on and wait a few seconds for it to load. Then I did a little act of my own. "Hello, Tony, I hope you're watching. I know I'm not as sexy as you, but I thought you might want to watch me." I dropped my pants and peeled my T shirt over my head. There I was in those same cum stained pink briefs that he loves so much. I put my hand down the front and gripped my cock. "I'm gonna soak these underpants with my own cum," I said. "You might want to wear them afterwards. I'd be very proud if you did. Look, I'm wanking my cock. I love the fact that you're looking at me. I must be an exhibitionist like you." My fist was round my shaft and the waistband of my briefs slipped down over my knuckle so that on every downstroke, the tip of my cock appeared above the elastic, then disappeared again. I pumped away vigourously, thrilled by the idea that my son was watching me. "I'm cumming, Tony!" I cried as I felt my orgasm approach. "I'm cumming! Let's see if I can do a "hands-off." I took my hand out and let the waist snap back, then laced my fingers behind my neck and leaned back, my hips thrust forward. For a few seconds I thought I'd failed, but then when I looked at myself again in the mirror and knowing my own son was watching me, I was overwhelmed by a surge of pure lust that sent me over the top. I came and cum oozed through the pink cotton, huge blob after blob. It was a lot of cum. I smeared it all over the front of the briefs, so it mingled with Tony's. He came into the room. "Fuck me, Daddy, that was awesome! Look at those briefs, they're positively dripping. Can I wear them?" I stripped them off and handed them to him. Holding them to his face, he inhaled deeply, savouring the aroma of fresh cum, then smeared them all over his face. It was a very sexy gesture. He removed his own shorts and briefs, revealing a massive hard-on and pulled mine up his legs. I'm sure that at that moment, he'd have loved to get into some real sex with me, but I was wiped out and needed time to recover. _______________________ This is Tony. Daddy's owned up. He's admitted he spied on me and in turn, I admitted that I'd been putting on special shows for him. What might have been an acrimonious confrontation turns out to be a pleasant conversation during which he confesses to like being watched, which is no surprise. Then he sets up our laptops so I can spy on him and amazingly, he puts on a show of his own, cumming into his pink briefs, then giving them to me to wear. Now I have double cum soaked briefs, and it makes me feel very naughty. Later, after dinner, we're sitting in the living room, me dressed in what now feels like one big cum stain, and Daddy in a fresh pair of pink briefs. "Where are we gonna take this," Daddy asks. "Now that we've `come out' to each other, there seems little point in using the cameras. We can just wank in front of each other." I know where he's going with this; he wants to have physical contact with me. I'm not against it, in fact I'm dying to feel his hand on my cock and I can't wait to wank him and even suck him off. Speaking which, I think about Johnny Blake, whose cock was in my mouth not long ago and I have an urge to suck him off again, but this time, with a twist. Now it's Monday and I'm in the school bathroom when Johnny comes in. He stands at the urinal next to mine and pulls his cock out. I look over and stare hard at it. It's a bit bigger than mine, with a nice long foreskin and he sees me watching. "You like my cock, don't you, you little faggot?" "I like all cocks, Johnny, but yours is one of the best." "You wanna suck it again?" There was a faint ring of contempt in his voice. "You don't have to be such a dick about it. You enjoyed it last time, didn't you?" "Okay, so I fuckin' LOVED it. You're a great cocksucker." If I knew how to blush, I would have. "D'you want me to suck you off again?" He glanced around. "Yeah, but not here." "I have an idea. Why don't you sleep over at my place tonight, then I can give you a wank and suck you off and do anything else you like?" "Hey, that sounds awesome. Let me call my folks. What about your parents?" "There's just my dad and he's gonna like you a lot, I mean a real lot!" There, I've dropped a hint. I give him my address and phone number and he clears it with his folks. Wow. Thirty minutes after school ends, he's going to be in my bedroom, enjoying a blow job and best of all, Daddy's going to be watching. I call him, explain my plan. He thoroughly approves. ____________________________ This is Daddy. Tony called me to tell me that he's bringing home one of his school mates to sleep over. This could get interesting. "This is the guy I sucked off a while back. We're gonna have fun. Make sure your spy cam is set up because I want you to watch us. I won't tell Johnny, though. He might freak out." I go into his room, make his bed and tidy up a bit. I don't want people thinking my son's a slob. The spy cam checks out fine. They arrive to find me in the kitchen, making a curry for dinner. I'm dressed in a skimpy apron and just my pink briefs, clean ones. I know that Tony isn't wearing the cum-stained ones, because by now they'd began to give of a distinctly erotic aroma that I could smell when I stood close to him so I'd told him to throw them back in the hamper. I gave him a clean pair, so now we matched. Johnny is a year older than Tony, handsome in a masculine way, whereas Tony is more effeminate. They tell me they're going up to Tony's room to do their homework. I go into my own room and look at my screen. "You gonna suck my cock?" Johnny asks, rudely. "I told you I'm willing to do anything you like, but first I wanna undress you." "I'm perfectly capable of undressing myself, thank you." "But being undressed by someone else is so fucking sexy. Let me do it, please, Johnny. I wanna take those pants off you and see what kind of underpants you have on." "What's with the underpants?" "Underpants are so fucking sexy. I love looking at guys in underpants, even my own dad. Didn't he look sexy in his pink briefs?" "Yeah, I suppose so, but he's your dad. You can't go round fancying your own father." "I don't see why not. We both think the other is sexy." "Does he molest you?" "I wish! No, he's never touched my cock." "Or your arse? I bet he'd like to fuck your arse. I would." "He hasn't yet." Tony reaches out and unzips Johnny's pants which fall to the floor, revealing a pair of white cotton trunks, like boxers with shorter legs, snuggly fitting, showing off his bulge. He's hard already. His shirt is removed by Tony who stands back and looks at him. "Jesus, Johnny, you're so fucking sexy. How many other guys have sucked you off?" "You're the only one. Gonna do it again?" "Hold your horses. Take my pants off." He hesitates. "Oh, I suppose it's okay," he says reluctantly, and unzips them, letting them fall. "You've got the same knicks on as your dad." "They're his. He lets me wear them because they make me look so fucking sexy." How right he is. Tony takes his own shirt off and tosses it aside. The stand side by side in front of the mirror, the fronts of their underpants bulging, and Johnny puts his arm round Tony's shoulders. "Look at us," Johnny says, "two sexy dudes in their underpants. I guess you're right. We do look hot!" Tony sits on the end of the bed and as Johnny steps up close, he hooks his fingers into the waist of his briefs and tugs them down to his knees. His cock springs out, hitting Tony in the face, so he grips the shaft and slaps himself on the cheeks with it. He seems to like a little gently humiliation. "Go on, Tony, suck it!" Johnny pleads. Tony looks up at him with an expression of pure lust on his face, then pops the cock into his mouth, taking it all the way in to the back of his throat. Johnny groans with pleasure. For several minutes, he delights in the attention my son is paying to his cock. Tony lifts off for long enough to say, "I want you to cum in my mouth." That seems to send Johnny over the top because he lets out a loud groan and cums, thrusting his cock in and out until he's totally spent. "Fucking awesome!" Tony says. "Your cum is delicious. You should try cocksucking some time. I think you'd like it." "I'm not a faggot," Johnny snarls. "No, but all I'm suggesting is that you can give a lot of pleasure to your partner and what's wrong with that. I love giving you pleasure, Johnny." As for me, I feel like I'm having a heart attack. Watching my own son sucking his friend's cock has aroused me beyond anything I've ever experienced and what is more exciting is that he knows I'm watching and he's loving it. My cock is about to burst so I pull my briefs down to my knees and stand in front of my own mirror, which is soon splattered with long streaks of cum. _____________________________ This is Tony. Earlier, I sucked Johnny off in front of the spy cam and Daddy was in his room, watching us. When we came downstairs, he winked at me, letting me know he watched as I sucked a cock. Given that there was a stranger in the house, Daddy and I were now fully dressed, as was Johnny. After watching TV, Johnny announced that he wanted to go to bed, early though it was. Clearly, he wanted to have more sex with me. Daddy bid us goodnight and we went up to my room. I heard him come upstairs and go into his own room. I undressed Johnny again, this time slowly and lovingly removing one garment at a time, until he was just in his white ankle socks and wearing nothing else except a huge erection. I knelt at his feet to take his socks off and he tried to thrust his cock into my mouth, but I resisted. "Undress me!" I demanded, "and take your time. Do it slowly and enjoy yourself. You're in control and you can do anything you like to me." I felt that Daddy, watching, would like that line. He sat on the end of the bed and took my clothes off, letting his hands linger on parts of my body. "I see what you mean about sexy underpants," he said when my pants had vanished. "You do look pretty hot!" "Take `em off. I wanna show off my cock. I think you might like it." He slid them down and to my surprise, sniffed them. Ah, my kinda guy! My cock was as hard as steel, wet at the end. "Look at that puppy!" I boasted. "Ain't it grand?" "It's pretty big for a guy of your age, but . . . oh, fuck it, here goes!" He gripped my cock and brought his head closer and closer. His tongue pushed out and the tip touched the end of my cock. Then he gave it a kiss, a surprisingly intimate gesture from a guy who liked to think of himself as tough. Then it was in his mouth and his tongue was driving me crazy. "Jesus, Johnny, where did you learn to suck cock so expertly?" "It's a secret." I don't press him on the matter. "I'm gonna cum pretty soon," I tell him. "I'll warn you when it happens so you have time to . . . " "What?" "Do whatever you want." "Are you gonna cum in my mouth?" "Would you like that?" "What's it taste like?" "Oh, you'll like it. It's not the taste that's thrilling, it's knowing how your partner is getting excited to the point of cumming. When they say `giving is better than receiving', they're right." He went back to sucking me again and pretty soon I came. Even though I called out a warning, he kept his cock in my mouth and swallowed every drop of my cum. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked him "Actually, I could get to like it." "Let's go to sleep. I'm probably gonna wake up in the night for a pee, and I'll come back to bed and take your cock in my mouth. Won't that be a lovely way to wake up?" The room will be dark and Daddy will miss the show. ______________________ This is Daddy. Last night I watched my son suck off his friend. It was the best porn show I've ever seen. They both clearly enjoyed it, Johnny's reluctance soon turning to eagerness and now I can tell he's gonna be an awesome cocksucker. I hope my son doesn't get to close to him, because I have plans for Tony. His exhibitions have aroused me to such an extent that the incest taboo, that reluctance for members of one family have regarding sex with each other, seems to be waning, in fact, it's almost completely disappeared. I want to hold him and kiss him and fondle his beautiful cock and let him do anything he wants to me. I'll even let him fuck me up the arse. I'm totally besotted. I get home early from work, take off my work boots, shorts and singlet and find Tony in his room, surfing porn, naked except for his pink knicks. We watch a video which features a teenager's head in profile, tilted back and just above it, a large, erect cock which he wanks with his hand. The cock cums, and streaks of jism shoot out on to the boys face. He opens his mouth and several blobs go right in, then he closes it again and received the rest on his cheeks and chin. It drips down. The other guy grips his shaft and uses his cock like a spatula to spread his cum all over the boys face. It's deliciously erotic. "So Johnny likes to suck cock now, huh?" I ask Tony. "Yeah, he changed from a homophobe into an expert cocksucker like overnight. He likes you, Dad. He agrees with me that you're fucking sexy." "Like son, like father," he misquotes. "We're getting short of pink underpants, so I'll so some laundry tomorrow, but eventually I'll have to buy more." "Would you let Johnny suck your cock?" Tony asks me. "If he wanted to, of course. Would you be jealous?" "No, because I can have you any time I want." My heart leaps. "I can grope your basket whenever it pleases me," he says, reaching out and squeezing my basket. He's never touched my private parts before. It sends an electric shock through me. "What else could you do, if you wanted to?" "I could wank you off. I could suck you off. I could lick your bum hole." I shiver at the delicious thought. "I could fuck you up the bum and I could let you do all of the above to me, starting now." We stand together in front of his mirrors, looking at ourselves. I stand behind him, put my arms round him and place one hand on his basket, giving it a gently squeeze. He pushes his bum back against my hard cock. I push my hand down the front of his briefs and grip his rigid member. He's trembling with excitement. It feels wonderful in my hand, a rock hard centre covered with velvet skin, which slides back and forth as I wank him. "Is this being recorded?" he asks. "I wanna wank off to it later." I assure him it is. He reaches back and grips my package. This is it; we're now committed to having real gay sex together, me and my own son! A week ago I wouldn't have believed it. He turns to face me and now our hands are down the front of each other's underpants, gently stroking and teasing. My mind is in a whirl. "I wanna suck you off, son," I croak, hoarse with lust. I push him back on to the bed and pull his briefs all the way off, tossing them aside. His cock is there, waiting for me and I kneel between his thighs, lean forward and take it in my mouth. I'm in absolute heaven. The feel of his cock between my lips is driving me to unexplored heights of sexual arousal. I feel like I'm about to explode, but this is all about Tony, not me. I do my best to tease his cock, playing with his foreskin with my tongue, stroking the base with one hand, caressing his balls with the other. His hips buck up and down and then comes the glorious moment when I feel the head of his cock swell and pulses of cum shoot into my mouth, five, six, seven of them. I milk the last few drops and lick them off the end. "Oh, Daddy, you're a wonderful cocksucker!" I feel so proud to have pleasured my son. "I'd suck yours, but I'm all tapped out." "How long will it take you to recover, Son?"" "Fifteen, twenty minutes, maybe. I usually take longer, but I'm so fucking randy and you're so sexy, Daddy, that I'll be ready for anything pretty soon. By the way, has this been recorded?" "Of course. I want you to show it to Johnny so that next time he sleeps over, he'll know that if he wants me, I'm perfectly willing to do anything with him. I think his cock would be perfect up my arse. Be sure to tell him." ________________________ This is Tony. At school, I tell Johnny, swearing him to silence. "Wanna sleep over again?" "Try to keep me away. Will your Dad be there?" "Definitely! Come tonight. Daddy will be expecting you." "Will he be wearing those sexy hot pink briefs?" "No doubt." "Then it's a date." Oh, this is fucking marvelous. He's gonna get it on with Daddy, who'll have set up the cameras to record it all. We won't tell Johnny he's on camera until after the event, so his performance will be natural. I imagine Daddy will grope him and undress him, wank and suck him and even take it up the bum doggy fashion. Then, after Johnny cums, I'll go to work and finish Daddy off in any way he wants. Oh, this is gonna be one incredibly exciting evening! "By the way," Johnny asks, "are you guys into watersports?" "You mean golden showers?" "Yeah." "I suppose we'll find out tonight." The end.