Date: Thu, 08 Jul 1999 14:14:33 CDT
From: Karl Stambaugh <karlstambaugh@hotmail.com>
Subject: DadCam

Any guys into family, especially other Dad's, are encouraged to reply.  I'm
a crappy writer, but if you like it, please let me know before I write the
2nd part.

Thanks!
Karl 


DadCam
KarlStambaugh@hotmail.com

My son had just turned 13 and was in the eighth grade when this occurred.
I was an accountant at a downtown law firm and worked almost 60 hours a
week.  Because of this, we were very distant and had a very casual
relationship.  My wife was the one to notice how this bothered me as he
grew older and she suggested a few things that we could do together, all of
which sounded pretty unappealing to me.  I wasn't really into fishing or
going to the movies and my sons interests seemed to lie with his friends
playing video games or roller blading (something I wasn't about to take
up), or skateboarding at the local Y.

It was the Memorial Day weekend and it was my wife's suggestion that we
spend the weekend together, just the two of us, while she and my daughter
went to visit my sister in California.  I thought this would be fine and
planned an evening only a dad could think of.

I waited for Kyle to get home from school before telling him about the
weekend I'd planned.  He'd already changed into his familiar shorts,
T-shirt with his Jr. High School mascot on it, and his favorite worn out
pair of high top Reebok's.  He had his skateboard in hand and was ready to
meet some of his after school friends down the block.

"Not so fast!" I said as he was on his way out the door.

He turned to give me his irritated `what is it dad' look as he stopped to
stare at me with his clear blue eyes.  It was a look I'd seen a great deal
in the last year.

"I thought I told you to wear your helmet and kneepads when you ride your
skateboard."

"Oh dad" my son said in protest, "No one else wears all that crap and
besides that I look like a total geek to all my friends."

"Well son," I said back, noticing the light brown hair that he'd started
getting on his legs, "You'd look a lot worse lying on the pavement with
your head split open like a cantaloupe."

"That's gross dad!" my son said curling up his lip.  It was at that point,
as he stood there in the sunlight of the kitchen, that I could see what a
handsome man he would one day be.  His face was already developing a very
angular appearance and his blue eyes were developing an awareness that only
very intelligent people possess.  But none the less, he was still my little
boy and for the time being was under my complete control.

"That may be true Kyle," I said, "but if your fall and hurt yourself, I'm
the one who's going to have to take you to the hospital, pay the doctor
bills and then clean up all the blood out of the car."

My son smiled then.  It was a little boy smile and that's when I realized
he was far from being a man.  It was his smile and his innocence that
eroded the tough guy facade he showed to all of his friends.

"Alright," he finally agreed as if I'd just asked him to donate one of his
kidneys to his sister, "I'll go and get my helmet."

He then plopped his skateboard on the countertop near the stove and
proceeded wearily down the hall to the stairs.

"Hey hold on there," I called up to him, "there `s something I want to talk
to you about."

"Yeah dad?" my son said coming back.  Although we didn't have a close
father/son relationship, he still knew I was his father and he my son and
we both respected that.  We sill `liked' each other.

"I know we don't spend a lot of time together anymore and I was wondering
if you wanted to spend the holiday weekend together, just the two of us.
Your mother and sister have decided to go visit your Aunt in California,
and I thought I could pick you up from school on Friday and maybe catch a
movie or something."

He suddenly smiled then.  "You mean all day Friday, or just at the end."

"Well," I said and smiled, "I could come and get you around lunch time."

I stood patiently waiting for him to protest.

"Really?" he said as if the idea were not bad at all.

"Yeah" I said wondering what it would actually be like to spend time
together - just the two of us.

My son sat there his eyes pointed toward the ceiling as if really
contemplating this whole idea and adding up if it was worth it to get out
of school early but then have to spend the time with his own dad.

"Okay, sure dad." He finally replied and grinned.  "But why not make it
10:00 instead of noon since I don't have anything important that day."

I nodded that yeah that would be okay always amazed at how far he would
always go to get his way.

 "Well then," I said placing my large hand on his bony shoulder, "looks
like we have a date then.  This Friday at 10:00."

"Well I wouldn't call it that!" he spat and turned to run up the stairs.  I
watched him go and noticed that he was finally getting a butt.  He had
always been such a skinny kid and I worried he'd never develop a man's
body.  Too many Coke's I figured absently looking at the yellow wheels of
his skateboard.  Yet I was actually pleased that we were going to do this
and realized that it hadn't turned out as bad as I had thought.  Nor did he
hate me as much as I figured he did.  He was, after all, just a preoccupied
13-year-old teenager.  Jeeezz.

It was at that time that I wandered into the living room and spotted the
Sony camcorder lying on the coffee table.  I'd purchased it only a month
before and it had only been used to film my daughter's tryout for
Cheerleader and a High school basketball game, I wasn't even sure how to
use it.

"Kelly!" I called out down the hall.  I heard my daughter come bounding
down the stairs so full of energy.

"Yeah dad?" she said smiling.  She was such a pretty girl.

"How do I use this thing?"  I asked her picking up the camcorder off the
coffee table.

"It's simple Dad," my daughter said taking the cam from me.  She then
walked out onto the back patio and pointed the camcorder at the hills in
the distance.  "It's just like a regular camera.  You just point and shoot.
Just make sure the red light is flashing."

I watched my daughter turn the camera on me and I waved her away.

"You're such a goofball" she said and laughed taking the camera away from
her face.  "See.  All the buttons are right here.  It's like a VCR and a
camera in one.  You put the cassette tape in here and then when your ready
you can pop it out and we can all watch it on the VCR."

"Oh," I said truly amazed at its small size and convenience.  "I think I
can do that."

My daughter nodded and smiled.  "Just remember, whatever you tape, other
people can see so don't tape anything you don't want the world to know you
have."

"Yeah right!" I said taking the camcorder from her.  "This is your dad
remember.  I'm asexual."

"Yeah, whatever!" my daughter laughed and said walking off.

But it was at that point that two things happened simultaneously.  As I
looked at the camcorder and its small size and then looked over at the
bookshelf in our living room/den, I realized that it was small enough to
hide and that I could actually tape someone without knowing it.  The second
thing that occurred was my son came sauntering back into the house with his
skateboard in hand telling me that he was hungry and that the neighbor boy,
Josh, was going out to eat dinner with his family.

It was then, as I looked at my son, that I wondered for the first time in a
long time what his body looked like naked.  It had been almost five years
since I'd seen him nude and since then he'd become painfully shy.  I
believe at that point it was mere curiosity that led me to proceed with my
idea even further and change an ordinary father/son weekend into an event
that neither one of us would ever forget.

My wife and daughter left Thursday night headed toward California.  For the
first time in years it was just me and my son in the house.  It was
actually very nice just hanging out with my kid.  For the first time in a
long time I could wander around the house in my underwear, drink beer, and
even occasionally smoke a few cigarettes.  Something I'd never done in
front of my kids.

My son seemed to enjoy it too and before long I felt like we were becoming
closer than ever before.  It was at this point that we were sitting on the
sofa in the living room watching MTV's "Real World" - my son's idea and I
casually glanced over at his long legs as he sat sprawled out on the sofa.
They were boyish and strong and I couldn't help but admire how smooth they
were above the knee.  I figured it was all the time he spent roller blading
and skate boarding.  It was at that same moment that I glanced up at the
bookshelf next to the television that was also enclosed.  There were
several nursing books on the shelves from my wife's nursing school days as
well as odd nick knacks here and there.  It was then that I noticed a small
space on the third shelf that was just large enough to hide a video camera.
I'm not sure what convinced me to actually do it, but it was at that point
that I looked over my son's young body and then saw the camcorder that laid
on the coffee table that I realized I wanted to see my son in all his
glory.

I think at first it was just the excitement of doing something `bad'.
Something secret and concealed that made my dick get hard.  I'd only had
one gay encounter in college and that was nothing more than masturbation.
One thing I did remember was always getting very excited showering with
other guys in school.  Looking over their smooth fit young bodies.  I don't
think it was sexual, although a couple of times I jerked off thinking about
it.  I just figured I was a voyeur at heart.

At first I thought of hiding the camcorder in the bathroom to spy on my son
as he took a shower, but then going into the bathroom during a commercial
break, I realized there was no place small enough to hide the cam.

Then I thought about my son's bedroom and hiding the cam somewhere in
there, but then realized that was too risky.  He knew his room well and I
could just imagine him taking off his clothes and then discovering the
camera hidden in his closet or somewhere else and then wondering how the
hell would I explain that!

Then that's when my eyes wandered back to the bookshelf and to the small
hole on the third shelf between the high fi and some old cassette tapes.
If my son accidentally found it there, it wouldn't look odd or out of place
and I felt a surge of excitement rush through me upon realizing that I
could actually do this.  That I would do this!

It was then that I realized I had to do something to get my son to somehow
take off his clothes while watching TV. Hmmmmmm, what could get a
13-year-old to undress in the living room while watching TV.  I smiled over
at him then noticing how blue his eyes were as they focused on the
television.  The imaginary world he lived in most of the time.

"What is it ya perv!" my son said looking over at me.  "Why are you staring
at me?"

"Because you're a handsome kid," I said and smiled, "and because you're my
son."

"Oh, okay." Kyle said back and went back to watching TV.  I noticed the way
his boyish features body outlined his T-shirt and shorts and realized that
this little experiment would be interesting indeed.

				    ^^^

That night as I laid in bed masturbating, I planned it all out.  I would
get Kyle out of school at noon instead of 10:00, then go and rent some
movies at the local video store telling my son to pick out a couple of
movies and then making sure to get a couple of R or semi X movies for
myself.  I'd then take him home and tell him the movies were for later that
evening and that I had to go back into the office for awhile and would be
home later around 8:00.  I was so excited I couldn't wait.

That Friday morning I took the camcorder and practiced filming with it.  It
was a lot easier than I had thought and before long I had made a few home
movies of my own.  I then went and placed the camera on the shelf pushing
it back to the wall as far as it would go.  I then realized the red light
was visible and went into the kitchen and got a piece of black duct tape to
cover it.  After that was done I placed it back on the shelf and went to
sit down on the sofa.  The camera was completely hidden from view.  Now I
just had to program it for the right time hoping I could get everything
right and that what I hoped would happened would actually become a reality.

I got dressed for work as usual and couldn't help but feel an anxious
gnawing in my gut wondering if I was the only father perverted enough to do
something like this.  After all, I'd never heard of a dad filming his own
kids before.

I picked up Kyle at 12:00.  He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt.  I noticed
how well developed his young body looked, although rather slim, and
couldn't wait to see what he really looked like naked.

"Hey buddy" I said as he climbed in the jeep.

"Hey dad" my son replied, " I thought you were going to come and get me at
10:00"

"Well, I had a few things at work come up and couldn't get away."

"Oh, ok" Kyle replied.

"Hey, I thought we could go to the video store and rent some movies for
tonight.  I'll probably have to go into work later this after noon
unfortunately - so that'll give you something to do."

"Sure dad!" my son replied.  "I can get anything I want?"

"Within reason" I said driving into the city to the video store.

Once there my son went straight toward the action/adventure section and I
went over to the more adult section.  Considering the video store didn't
have all out triple x films I settled on two - one named "Desire" about an
underground sex club and the other named "Sheila" about a prostitute and
her adventure in the porn industry.  Both rated R with `heavy nudity and
adult content'.

Great I thought.  I was ready.

When my son rummaged through the bag once we were in the truck he pulled
out the movies I had gotten.  One was Jurassic Park and the others you know
of already.

"What's this?" he said holding the R movies up and smiling.

"Just a couple of movies I thought would be interesting."

My son frowned and then said, "I'm telling mom!"

"No you don't, ya little brat" I said taking the movies from him and putting
them back into the bag with one hand.

"You do and you're grounded."

"Yeah right," my son said and grinned.

"Hey, you think I could watch one later?" he asked me picking up the movies
again and glancing at the summary's on the back.  For the first time I
could see how his young mind worked when focused on something sexual."

"I don't think so son," I said in my best fatherly voice.  "Those are R
rated.  Maybe when you turn 15 or so."

"Oh, come on Dad!" my son protested.  "That's not fair."

I knew the one thing to get my son interested was to tell him no like
anyone's with kids will know.

"Well son," I said taking the Interstate back to our house in the hills,
"I'm a good deal older than you and life isn't always fair."

My son sat sulking for a bit and then asked me as if he'd totally forgotten
about the movies," Hey, can I go over to Josh's later tonight.  I know it's
not in the plan or anything, but since you'll be getting home late it'll
give me somewhere to go."

"I think that'd be a great idea" I said realizing that was a perfect excuse
to get him out of the house to see if my hidden video scheme had worked.

"Okay" Kyle said and we both seemed content with the later arrangement.

				    ^^^

I left Kyle around 3:00 that afternoon still dressed in my suit and tie and
made sure to leave the movies on the counter in the kitchen.  I didn't say
anything about him watching them and made sure to check the camcorder once
again while he was upstairs changing clothes.

Instead of work I drove around and actually went to a local bar.  I had a
long wait until I came back home making sure I gave my son plenty of time
to look at the movies if he was going to at all.

I suddenly wondered what would happen if he decided to look at them later
on and the tape ran out.  Oh well, that would just be and besides, I
thought, I still had the rest of the weekend if tonight didn't work out.

I waited until 7:00 to return home.  It was already getting dark and I
hoped he'd be at his friend's house down the street.  I couldn't wait to
get inside to see if he was there.  I suddenly realized that I had a hardon
poking out the front of my suit pants and whispered to myself that this was
insane and that I was a real pervert, but the excitement was overwhelming
and for a moment I couldn't even catch my breath.  I hadn't been that
excited since I was a kid.

"Kyle" I called out.  No answer as I searched the house.  He was gone.  I
then came back downstairs into the kitchen to see that the video's I'd
placed in a certain position had been moved.  A rush of excitement went
through me.  Well, he could have just been curious after all.  I didn't
want to get my hopes up.

That's when I went over to the wall unit to retrieved the camcorder.  For
one horrified second I thought it wasn't there, but then realized I'd
pushed it so far back it was almost invisible.  I pulled it out, popped out
the cassette and then placed it in the VCR.  It was at the very end so I
knew I had a bit of a wait.

I reached into my breast pocket and pulled out a cigarette and then walked
into the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge.  I then went back into
the living room and sat down on the sofa in the dark.

I watched the little lights on the VCR and felt my heart racing in my chest
and the blood pounding in my head as the tape finally rewound and stopped
with a hard click.

I then turned on the TV and started the VCR.

I wasn't even sure I'd get a picture, but was really excited to see the
living room in all of it's glory, but in black and white.  There was no one
there and it was an odd feeling looking at my own living room on
television.  It looked like one of those films from cameras hidden in the
department store, but a little better quality.

I pressed the fast forward button watching the counter speed by.  That's
when I noticed movement and quickly pressed `play'.

It was just me and my son coming back home.  I watched myself walk into the
kitchen and move about here and there and was fascinated that this was
really working.

I sat anxiously more in awe and fascination than any kind of sexual
excitement.

I continued to fast forward the tape and leaned back into the seat cushion
for what I thought would be a long wait.

Suddenly I saw my son enter the frame and I quickly pressed play.  He was
dressed in his usual pair of shorts and T-shirt and didn't seem to be doing
anything interesting and I watched him flip on the television and pursue
his greatest hobby.  That's when I suddenly worried that he might have
actually listened to me and not looked at the tapes at all.  That would
figure I thought taking a sip of beer.  He would wait until now to listen
to his dear old dad.

I then pressed FF for a while until my son got up and disappeared from the
frame.  He came back a few minutes later.  I figured he had gone to the
bathroom.  My mind was reeling.  Maybe I should have hidden it in his
bedroom after all.  Then he got up again and my hope was renewed and I
waited and hoped and then - Voila!  He returned with a videocassette in his
hand.

I suddenly leaned forward in anticipation my heart pounding in my chest
watching him insert the tape and then grab the remote control.  I watched
him standing in front of the TV and just waited wondering if this was one
of his martial arts tapes that'd he'd picked out earlier.  Since I couldn't
hear or see the TV screen, I had no idea.

I was sitting on pins and needles, my eyes glued to the screen when I
suddenly saw my sons hand go down to stroke the front of his shorts.

"Fuck" I murmured to myself, "he must be watching the porn flick"

I instinctively reached down to stroke the front of my trousers realizing I
had a full hard on and that I was getting off on watching my own son play
with himself.

That's when I saw the front of his shorts begin to tent out and then saw
his hand reach into the top of his shorts and slip down inside to stroke
his young cock.  I couldn't believe it.  I was losing my mind and knew I
had to see more at that point!

Come on son, I whispered to myself, take off those shorts.

As if hearing me I watched in amazement as he reached up and in one quick
move pushed his shorts down to his knees.

"Fuck!" I said out loud this time.  My son's 13-year-old cock arched out
between his legs and I watched in fascination as he grabbed it and slowly
began pumping the base.

By this time I was hard as a rock and reached down to unbutton and then
unzip the fly of my own pants.  I slipped my own hand down into my boxer
shorts and began jerking my own hard cock with my eyes glued to the images
of my kid jerking off in front of me.

My son's cock arched out a good 6 inches and his young cock looked long and
very smooth.  The head was a perfectly shaped mushroom and it seemed to
almost shine he was so hard.

Jesus Christ I moaned grabbing and massaging the head of my own cock.  This
is fucking incredible.

I watched as my son's eyes were glued to the television as mine were glued
to it now.  That's when he slowly looked down and then stepped out of his
shorts completely.  Now he stood there in just his T-shirt, his young boy
cock arching up toward his smooth stomach.  I gasped as I saw his smooth
round ass and his incredible legs as never before.

He suddenly looked up, turned to the right, and looked directly into the
camera.  My heart stopped then and I almost fainted.  He then turned the
other way and looked toward the kitchen door.  I watched him suddenly walk
away, his smooth white ass bouncing as he went over to the window that
looked out into the carport, before returning to the television.  He
picked up the remote again and began to FF or rewind or something else, but
his dick was still hard as a rock and pointed straight up.  I even thought
I could see a stream of precum dripping off then end and just about lost it
then.

Not being able to stand it any longer, I quickly stood up shoving my pants
and boxers to my knees and then laid back on the sofa to spread my hairy
legs, my shirt and tie still on.  Wouldn't this be great if he walked in on
me, I thought, and took another swig of beer.

I grabbed my rock hard cock in my fist and slowly began to jack off
wondering what my son's hand or better yet, his mouth would feel on my
cock.  It was a thought I'd never entertained before and at that moment I
even wished that I could reach out and wrap my hand around my sons cock and
jerk it for him.  I then thought about putting my mouth around his dick and
then sucking on my own kids' cock!!!  But I knew this would have to be
enough for now.

I then watched as my son spread his legs a bit and reached up to spit in
his hand.  He then took the remote and pointed it towards the TV again.  He
then reached down and slowly began to jack his dick in front of me!

"Oh that's it son" I whispered. "Stroke that boycock for daddy.  Jerk on
the that hard cock for me!"

As if hearing me, Kyle began slowly pumping his smooth hips back and forth
into his pumping hand.  I could see the head of his perfectly shaped dick
disappear in and out of his fist as his face twisted in a display of young
lust and desire.  I still couldn't believe what I was watching, but my dick
could and I could feel the cum in my balls ready to shoot like never
before.  My face was flushed and I could feel my heart pounding.  I hoped I
wouldn't have a heart attack when I came.

My son continued jerking his cock back and forth, then reached under to
gently play with his balls.  I was going insane watching this.  He then
reached up to grab the remote control again, obviously looking for certain
parts or going back.

He then became fascinated by something on the screen and spit into his hand
again and placed it back on his cock.

This time he began pumping faster in quick jerking motions and I knew it
was only a matter of time before he shot.

By this time I had slipped my pants off over my shoes and had laid
completely back on the sofa placing my feet up on the cushions and had
spread my hairy legs as wide as possible.  I could feel the air around my
asshole as I gently massaged it with my index finger as I jerked my cock in
the most vulgar sexual way I could think of.

This was fucking insane.  I was jerking off with my own son and he didn't
even know it!

Suddenly I watched him push his hips forward and his face begin to twist as
I watched my son cum for the first time in my life.  His ass clenched as he
grabbed the base of his cock and pumped furiously.  I began to pump with
him jacking my hard dad cock for all I was worth.

Oh that's it son! I yelled out loud.  Pump that cock for daddy. Shoot that
shit all over the place for me.  Jack that hard fucking cock!!!

Suddenly a thick stream of cum arched out of my son's dick and splattered
all over the TV screen.

"FUUUCKKK!" I yelled as my own cock began to shoot.  The cum arched up and
flew over my chest hitting me square in the face.  It was so hot it felt
like it was burning my face as I continued to pump like crazy watching my
son's young bucking hips as he continued shooting all over the television
screen in our living room.

I just laid there feeling the cum dripping off my fucking nose and opened
my mouth a bit to taste it as it ran into my mouth.  I was so fucking
turned on watching my son cum that I realized I was still hard and ready to
go again.

My son's dick was still hard and I watched in sudden shock as he pushed his
hips forward and rubbed his dick all over the screen of the TV smearing his
cum all over the fucking screen!!

Seeing this utter display of lust and depravity I suddenly wanted to cum
again and reached down to grab my still hard cock covered with my own cum.
Suddenly to my disbelief I heard a key in the lock of the hall door and
jumped up like someone had shot me in the ass with lead buckshot.

"Fuck!" I screamed to myself.  "He's home already!!!"


(To be cont.)