The confessions of a voyeur
Back in the 1960's we had 3 over the air channels, no recorded video and we were stuck with having to watch things when they were broadcast. Saturday morning was reserved for k**s programming so on most Saturday mornings I would wake up early, sneak into the living room, turn the TV on with the volume down and watch my favorite shows.
One Saturday morning I was surprised when I heard moans coming from the hallway leading to my parent’s bedroom. I turned around and cupped my hands behind my ears to hear better and I heard mom breathing very heavy, a rhythmic bed bouncing sound and my mom's moans turning to gasping screams. The sounds both scared me and excited me, I could not imagine my dad harming my mom. The rhythmic bed bouncing sounds continued as mom settled down a bit, she is still breathing loudly and moaning softly so I decide to listen more. As the rhythmic bed bouncing sounds continued as mom's breathing began to speed up and before long she was moaning and lightly screaming again. I knew I was listening to something I was not supposed to be hearing and my heart was racing with excitement knowing they were unaware that I was listening. The sequence continued several more times until the rhythmic bed bounce sounds got very quick, I could now hear dad gasping for air along with mom as she begins to moan and scream again. Dad lets out a series of load grunts which were in unison with louder bed bouncing sounds. After there heavy breathing has subsided, they room was silent. I rolled over and continued watch my cartoons. About 15 to 20 minutes later my mom comes into the living room, She has a big smile on her face and is extra cheery as she greets me good morning.
It was apparent she was not hurt and her attitude indicated what ever had happened must be OK and good, but I am still confused and excited. I listen to these noises from there bedroom countless times after that, sometimes it was fairly quick with mom only going through a couple of the moaning/screaming sessions, other times it seemed to go on for over an hour with my mom screaming out my dad's name during the screaming portions. Listening was giving me an adrenaline rush so soon I was disappointed when my Saturday morning cartoon watch was not interrupted by there bedroom sounds.
The other boys at school had always been making up little jokes about sex. I really did not understand what that meant but I would laugh along with their jokes. As I got into my teens one of my friends loaned me a worn book he called porn. There were no pictures, only words describing what was happening. He told me I would have to keep it hidden and he wanted back. He also joked about how I had better not get the pages stuck together, I was clueless why I would stick them together but still agreed not to do it. As I began reading the book in the attic of the garage, things began to fit together in my mind. As I read about hard cocks, sliding into women’s wet cunts causing them to breathe hard along with moan and scream my cock got hard and my heart beat became rapid. It dawned on me that the noises that I had been causing me to get excited coming from my folks room was the sounds of my parents fucking. My dad was pounding his cock into my mom and causing her to moan and breath heavy before he filled her with his seed. WOW!
The hormones were beginning to kick in, I had grown a few hairs, my cock got bigger and it seemed to jump up hard at random times when my mind would wonder off for a second thing about sex. Dad switched to the 6 pm to 2 am shift in the factory. The bathroom by my bedroom door had the shower so occasionally he would wake me up because he was taking a shower after work. One night I stayed awake and listened after he went back to their bedroom, I heard them talking and then it got quiet. I had just about gotten ready to give up listening, I her mom let out a moan, then another, then I hear their bed creak and then the rhythmic bed bouncing sounds began. My cock was hard, mom was moaning and screaming and I reached into my Pajamas and into my underwear and began to rub my cock. I got off before dad, filling my underwear with my hot sticky cum. I made a note to myself to take off my underwear next time and continued listening to my mom and dad screw.
Now I knew dad taking a shower after work at 2 am meant dad was going to try and have sex. Mom rarely objected and it seemed the reason they had the occasional quick session, she was ready but dad was tired so dad got her off a couple of times so he could got to sleep. I was conditioned now to wake up and listen when I heard the shower going in the bathroom next to my bed.
As I got older, late night walks on hot summer nights provided me with audio voyeur stimulation. Home air conditioning was rare so people had open windows with screens. Blowing curtains sometimes provided a quick glimpse of a naked body and the open windows provided the occasional orgasmic scream or moan. I always stayed on the sidewalk or alley never crossing to the arrest able peeping tom stage.
I have lived in a variety of apartments and rooming houses over the years so at each place I checked out walls, heating ducts, cracks, floors, corners, and utility closets to see what I could hear. At one place the back wall of the closet let me listen to the woman who rented the room on the other side when she screwed her boyfriend. A small hole in the wall was a listening port and the paneling in her room acted like a speaker diagram. She was multi-orgasmic, a screamer and very athletic so there was a lot to listen to at the little hole. Listening to the heating register in the room connects with sounds to a ladies room on the second floor. While setting at my desk at between 5 and 5:30 pm each night, I could watch an upstairs window across the street where the woman that lived there would walk out of the shower, wearing only a towel on her head. She would dry and dress unaware in the back of a dark room across the street there was a young man enjoying watching her fine nude body.
This room was off the back of the kitchen in a boarding house was a voyeurs dream. One night my girl friend and I went out to watch a movie at a drive in Movie Theater. She got bored with the plot and ended up sucking me off while I watched the movie. Getting a long slow blow job while watching the movie definitely improved the movie for me.
We got back to the house and no one was there. We walked through the kitchen and into my room where we promptly put on some music, smoked a joint and got naked in bed. I immediately went down on her to reciprocate the blow job earlier at the movie. She is already wet so it is not long before she is cumming on my tongue. The girl friend was a loud girl friend but it did not matter, no one else was there. After she had gotten off several more times the record was over.
I got up and put on a different album. As I crawled back in bed I crawled over her and slid my hard cock in her sloppy wet pussy. There was no urgency so I began fucking in time with the music, something me and an earlier lover dubbed horizontal dancing. My girl friend was bucking and rolling from one loud orgasm to another and when the first side of the record had finished. I jumped up, turned over the record and jumped back on her to continue our loud horizontal dance. We are soaked in sweat and as the album gets to the end I put the second load of my hot cum in her that evening. I rolled off her and laid there for a few minutes before I decided I needed to take a leak. I threw on some gym shorts and a tee shirt and step into the kitchen to find all of my house mates setting quietly at the kitchen table with a guilty look on their faces. I smile and greet them knowing full well they had been playing group voyeur on my girl friend and me. I guess I was among like minded folk.
In a hotel/motel room alone I always listen on the walls to determine first if a couple is in the room and second if they are a playful couple. One time I identified there was a couple in the adjacent room, I moved the night stand, used the small screw driver on a pocket tool to remove the plate from the electrical outlet and got on the floor to listen when I realized a matching outlet on their wall was in the same box and a corner of the plastic outlet cover was broken off. The sound was superb and I could see his butt thrusting and her moving her legs. What a win for a person the likes to watch and listen. Sometimes you only hear the bed noises and other times it is like you are hiding behind the headboard listening.
A girl friend and I were walking to a secluded quarry for an evening skinny dip and we heard noises ahead so we quietly moved forward using cover to prevent detection. Looking down into the quarry through some bushes we could see a couple in the water against a rock and it was apparent he was thrusting in and out of the girl. The water and walls of the quarry reflected the sound of their love making while we held each other, hid, listened and watched. After they were finished we watched them dry off, dress and walk off arm in arm. When they were out of sight we rushed down to the water, stripped down, jumped in the water and began to make out. It wasn't long before I was hard and pumping her hard. We did not know if anyone was watching us but we did not care.
Camping in campgrounds always provides a good opportunity to listen since tents are pretty sound transparent. One camping trip a popup camper about 6 feet from my tent where a gentleman brought a lady back to the camper for a long hard session, I could her the wet pussy slapping sounds as he pounded her, the camper creaked in rhythm and it sounded like they were right there with me. She came a lot that night and got two guys off at the same time.
On a smaller scale I find many times if I get a clerk or secretary to lean across a desk or counter to show me something they end up showing me a lot as I gaze down the collar of their dress or top. I have seen many nice a breast and nipple getting them to explain things to this old man. The opportunity to be a voyeur is everywhere if you have the bug but you still have fantasies that you would like to encounter. My two big fantasies are coming across a couple making love outside and watching and possibly recording it from a distance and being invited to watch a couple up close, possibly recording it for them but mainly just being there watching and listening. So I will be watching and listening for my opportunities.
These listening sessions taught me many things, 1. Women should be multi-orgasmic and out of 16 past lovers all have been except one. 2. Listening to others make love is a real erotic turn on. 3. Watching others make love is even more of a turn of but much harder to do. 4. Once you get the bug, you are on guard listening and watch for an opportunity. 5. It may cause you to do strange things. and finally 6. If you are readings stories, looking at pictures or watching videos at Xhamster.com and getting excited, you probably are a voyeur too.
One Saturday morning I was surprised when I heard moans coming from the hallway leading to my parent’s bedroom. I turned around and cupped my hands behind my ears to hear better and I heard mom breathing very heavy, a rhythmic bed bouncing sound and my mom's moans turning to gasping screams. The sounds both scared me and excited me, I could not imagine my dad harming my mom. The rhythmic bed bouncing sounds continued as mom settled down a bit, she is still breathing loudly and moaning softly so I decide to listen more. As the rhythmic bed bouncing sounds continued as mom's breathing began to speed up and before long she was moaning and lightly screaming again. I knew I was listening to something I was not supposed to be hearing and my heart was racing with excitement knowing they were unaware that I was listening. The sequence continued several more times until the rhythmic bed bounce sounds got very quick, I could now hear dad gasping for air along with mom as she begins to moan and scream again. Dad lets out a series of load grunts which were in unison with louder bed bouncing sounds. After there heavy breathing has subsided, they room was silent. I rolled over and continued watch my cartoons. About 15 to 20 minutes later my mom comes into the living room, She has a big smile on her face and is extra cheery as she greets me good morning.
It was apparent she was not hurt and her attitude indicated what ever had happened must be OK and good, but I am still confused and excited. I listen to these noises from there bedroom countless times after that, sometimes it was fairly quick with mom only going through a couple of the moaning/screaming sessions, other times it seemed to go on for over an hour with my mom screaming out my dad's name during the screaming portions. Listening was giving me an adrenaline rush so soon I was disappointed when my Saturday morning cartoon watch was not interrupted by there bedroom sounds.
The other boys at school had always been making up little jokes about sex. I really did not understand what that meant but I would laugh along with their jokes. As I got into my teens one of my friends loaned me a worn book he called porn. There were no pictures, only words describing what was happening. He told me I would have to keep it hidden and he wanted back. He also joked about how I had better not get the pages stuck together, I was clueless why I would stick them together but still agreed not to do it. As I began reading the book in the attic of the garage, things began to fit together in my mind. As I read about hard cocks, sliding into women’s wet cunts causing them to breathe hard along with moan and scream my cock got hard and my heart beat became rapid. It dawned on me that the noises that I had been causing me to get excited coming from my folks room was the sounds of my parents fucking. My dad was pounding his cock into my mom and causing her to moan and breath heavy before he filled her with his seed. WOW!
The hormones were beginning to kick in, I had grown a few hairs, my cock got bigger and it seemed to jump up hard at random times when my mind would wonder off for a second thing about sex. Dad switched to the 6 pm to 2 am shift in the factory. The bathroom by my bedroom door had the shower so occasionally he would wake me up because he was taking a shower after work. One night I stayed awake and listened after he went back to their bedroom, I heard them talking and then it got quiet. I had just about gotten ready to give up listening, I her mom let out a moan, then another, then I hear their bed creak and then the rhythmic bed bouncing sounds began. My cock was hard, mom was moaning and screaming and I reached into my Pajamas and into my underwear and began to rub my cock. I got off before dad, filling my underwear with my hot sticky cum. I made a note to myself to take off my underwear next time and continued listening to my mom and dad screw.
Now I knew dad taking a shower after work at 2 am meant dad was going to try and have sex. Mom rarely objected and it seemed the reason they had the occasional quick session, she was ready but dad was tired so dad got her off a couple of times so he could got to sleep. I was conditioned now to wake up and listen when I heard the shower going in the bathroom next to my bed.
As I got older, late night walks on hot summer nights provided me with audio voyeur stimulation. Home air conditioning was rare so people had open windows with screens. Blowing curtains sometimes provided a quick glimpse of a naked body and the open windows provided the occasional orgasmic scream or moan. I always stayed on the sidewalk or alley never crossing to the arrest able peeping tom stage.
I have lived in a variety of apartments and rooming houses over the years so at each place I checked out walls, heating ducts, cracks, floors, corners, and utility closets to see what I could hear. At one place the back wall of the closet let me listen to the woman who rented the room on the other side when she screwed her boyfriend. A small hole in the wall was a listening port and the paneling in her room acted like a speaker diagram. She was multi-orgasmic, a screamer and very athletic so there was a lot to listen to at the little hole. Listening to the heating register in the room connects with sounds to a ladies room on the second floor. While setting at my desk at between 5 and 5:30 pm each night, I could watch an upstairs window across the street where the woman that lived there would walk out of the shower, wearing only a towel on her head. She would dry and dress unaware in the back of a dark room across the street there was a young man enjoying watching her fine nude body.
This room was off the back of the kitchen in a boarding house was a voyeurs dream. One night my girl friend and I went out to watch a movie at a drive in Movie Theater. She got bored with the plot and ended up sucking me off while I watched the movie. Getting a long slow blow job while watching the movie definitely improved the movie for me.
We got back to the house and no one was there. We walked through the kitchen and into my room where we promptly put on some music, smoked a joint and got naked in bed. I immediately went down on her to reciprocate the blow job earlier at the movie. She is already wet so it is not long before she is cumming on my tongue. The girl friend was a loud girl friend but it did not matter, no one else was there. After she had gotten off several more times the record was over.
I got up and put on a different album. As I crawled back in bed I crawled over her and slid my hard cock in her sloppy wet pussy. There was no urgency so I began fucking in time with the music, something me and an earlier lover dubbed horizontal dancing. My girl friend was bucking and rolling from one loud orgasm to another and when the first side of the record had finished. I jumped up, turned over the record and jumped back on her to continue our loud horizontal dance. We are soaked in sweat and as the album gets to the end I put the second load of my hot cum in her that evening. I rolled off her and laid there for a few minutes before I decided I needed to take a leak. I threw on some gym shorts and a tee shirt and step into the kitchen to find all of my house mates setting quietly at the kitchen table with a guilty look on their faces. I smile and greet them knowing full well they had been playing group voyeur on my girl friend and me. I guess I was among like minded folk.
In a hotel/motel room alone I always listen on the walls to determine first if a couple is in the room and second if they are a playful couple. One time I identified there was a couple in the adjacent room, I moved the night stand, used the small screw driver on a pocket tool to remove the plate from the electrical outlet and got on the floor to listen when I realized a matching outlet on their wall was in the same box and a corner of the plastic outlet cover was broken off. The sound was superb and I could see his butt thrusting and her moving her legs. What a win for a person the likes to watch and listen. Sometimes you only hear the bed noises and other times it is like you are hiding behind the headboard listening.
A girl friend and I were walking to a secluded quarry for an evening skinny dip and we heard noises ahead so we quietly moved forward using cover to prevent detection. Looking down into the quarry through some bushes we could see a couple in the water against a rock and it was apparent he was thrusting in and out of the girl. The water and walls of the quarry reflected the sound of their love making while we held each other, hid, listened and watched. After they were finished we watched them dry off, dress and walk off arm in arm. When they were out of sight we rushed down to the water, stripped down, jumped in the water and began to make out. It wasn't long before I was hard and pumping her hard. We did not know if anyone was watching us but we did not care.
Camping in campgrounds always provides a good opportunity to listen since tents are pretty sound transparent. One camping trip a popup camper about 6 feet from my tent where a gentleman brought a lady back to the camper for a long hard session, I could her the wet pussy slapping sounds as he pounded her, the camper creaked in rhythm and it sounded like they were right there with me. She came a lot that night and got two guys off at the same time.
On a smaller scale I find many times if I get a clerk or secretary to lean across a desk or counter to show me something they end up showing me a lot as I gaze down the collar of their dress or top. I have seen many nice a breast and nipple getting them to explain things to this old man. The opportunity to be a voyeur is everywhere if you have the bug but you still have fantasies that you would like to encounter. My two big fantasies are coming across a couple making love outside and watching and possibly recording it from a distance and being invited to watch a couple up close, possibly recording it for them but mainly just being there watching and listening. So I will be watching and listening for my opportunities.
These listening sessions taught me many things, 1. Women should be multi-orgasmic and out of 16 past lovers all have been except one. 2. Listening to others make love is a real erotic turn on. 3. Watching others make love is even more of a turn of but much harder to do. 4. Once you get the bug, you are on guard listening and watch for an opportunity. 5. It may cause you to do strange things. and finally 6. If you are readings stories, looking at pictures or watching videos at Xhamster.com and getting excited, you probably are a voyeur too.
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