How it all began
Posted: 28 Jun 2014 14:20
Sometimes you look in the mirror and wonder how it all started.
I'm a guy in his fifties and I took many years immersed in the wonderful world of sounds. Honestly, not that I'm not interested "image", I do not like to see a couple fucking, it is nevertheless the sound recreates the action, being at the time and place right and imagine a man and a woman their privacy. I'm more interested Surprise moan or conversation that hard to understand (short), full of complicity, desire, passion. I'm interested in that crowd nerves when you have your recorder in a place that you judge yourself secretly to capture the unique and unrepeatable moment someone, or a couple, or maybe, hopefully, of a threesome. When inspecting a habitat that is not what corresponds to you and is in a hostile way. I also interested in the challenge of finding new recording techniques that will improve the sound, experience is gained over time, improvements come as a result of past failures thousand.
I define myself as a voyeur of sounds. I think it's reality. It does not seem to be pejorative. It is a way to search the fun and amusement and also (if you analyze it coldly) to do an intensive sociologi or psychology, because it lets you know and find in many cases, the reactions of people, behavior, practices and uses.
My first experience in this case I think I had 13 or 14 years, starting a puberty that turned out to be very hot. It was the time of the first handjobs (as consecutive some of them getting the skin of my cock reddened and irritated). I then was a city boy. By this I mean that boys who have grown up in the field I think are more gifted in some areas and urban have been more restrained in that regard. It must have been 1977 or 1978. My older brothers had married and left home. In my house we lived my father (a metallurgical worker), my mother (a housewife) and myself.
I remember one Sunday morning I woke up a little early for me than was usual in me. Sali, I guess without making much noise, my room to address the bathroom. Passing through the door of the room of my parents, I heard a small noise. No, it was not a groan. It was a small noise like a thud. I stop suddenly and interrupted my way to the bathroom. Then I could have tried to look inside the room, but fear (I guess the possibility of meeting a sexual picture of them) what prevented me. I just stood still where he was. Then I heard movements of bodies, friction sheets, and suddenly a first moan (now clear), where undoubtedly recognized my mother.
That first sexual gasp was only the prelude to other more sound and more consecutive. And the sound of much more obvious body rubs. My legs were shaking then, but I must also say that my cock reacted to the auditory stimulus. I know some of my friends in a similar situation to mine, have felt a kind of repulsion to be the protagonists parents, but that was not my case, quite the opposite.
Suddenly I heard something that struck me deeply and I think that was the beginning of my post hobby. My mother, who moaned and without any kind of hindrance and very audible voice, said to my father: "fuck me" repeatedly, "I want your cock in me," "give me all, give it to me."
What was to be a way to the bathroom for the first piss of the day, I end up still a handjob at the door of the room from my parents.
I listened to my mother on the threshold of orgasm, my father in a constant growl. And with my hand on my cock nonstop. I think we finally ran as three at once, almost in unison .... or miss very little for it.
From that day I was quite the lookout for any new sexual encounter between them, but I had no luck, though one more excessive enjoyment. The family circle (I expanded whenever I could) was my biggest supplier. This way, I could listen to my more immediate family fuck or masturbate. But I think it should be another chapter ....
I'm a guy in his fifties and I took many years immersed in the wonderful world of sounds. Honestly, not that I'm not interested "image", I do not like to see a couple fucking, it is nevertheless the sound recreates the action, being at the time and place right and imagine a man and a woman their privacy. I'm more interested Surprise moan or conversation that hard to understand (short), full of complicity, desire, passion. I'm interested in that crowd nerves when you have your recorder in a place that you judge yourself secretly to capture the unique and unrepeatable moment someone, or a couple, or maybe, hopefully, of a threesome. When inspecting a habitat that is not what corresponds to you and is in a hostile way. I also interested in the challenge of finding new recording techniques that will improve the sound, experience is gained over time, improvements come as a result of past failures thousand.
I define myself as a voyeur of sounds. I think it's reality. It does not seem to be pejorative. It is a way to search the fun and amusement and also (if you analyze it coldly) to do an intensive sociologi or psychology, because it lets you know and find in many cases, the reactions of people, behavior, practices and uses.
My first experience in this case I think I had 13 or 14 years, starting a puberty that turned out to be very hot. It was the time of the first handjobs (as consecutive some of them getting the skin of my cock reddened and irritated). I then was a city boy. By this I mean that boys who have grown up in the field I think are more gifted in some areas and urban have been more restrained in that regard. It must have been 1977 or 1978. My older brothers had married and left home. In my house we lived my father (a metallurgical worker), my mother (a housewife) and myself.
I remember one Sunday morning I woke up a little early for me than was usual in me. Sali, I guess without making much noise, my room to address the bathroom. Passing through the door of the room of my parents, I heard a small noise. No, it was not a groan. It was a small noise like a thud. I stop suddenly and interrupted my way to the bathroom. Then I could have tried to look inside the room, but fear (I guess the possibility of meeting a sexual picture of them) what prevented me. I just stood still where he was. Then I heard movements of bodies, friction sheets, and suddenly a first moan (now clear), where undoubtedly recognized my mother.
That first sexual gasp was only the prelude to other more sound and more consecutive. And the sound of much more obvious body rubs. My legs were shaking then, but I must also say that my cock reacted to the auditory stimulus. I know some of my friends in a similar situation to mine, have felt a kind of repulsion to be the protagonists parents, but that was not my case, quite the opposite.
Suddenly I heard something that struck me deeply and I think that was the beginning of my post hobby. My mother, who moaned and without any kind of hindrance and very audible voice, said to my father: "fuck me" repeatedly, "I want your cock in me," "give me all, give it to me."
What was to be a way to the bathroom for the first piss of the day, I end up still a handjob at the door of the room from my parents.
I listened to my mother on the threshold of orgasm, my father in a constant growl. And with my hand on my cock nonstop. I think we finally ran as three at once, almost in unison .... or miss very little for it.
From that day I was quite the lookout for any new sexual encounter between them, but I had no luck, though one more excessive enjoyment. The family circle (I expanded whenever I could) was my biggest supplier. This way, I could listen to my more immediate family fuck or masturbate. But I think it should be another chapter ....
