VOYEUR EXPERIENCES…
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(NOT SURE IF THIS IS THE CORRECT FORUM) I would enjoy swapping stories with other member of their authentic (only true, non fictional) personal accounts of voyeurism. Peeping, peeping and getting caught, an unusual experience, discovered you were being watched, whatever! I'm sure there are plenty of us out there. The subjects taboo still keep many voyeur fiends in closet. I enjoyed the work of Boyd McDonald and would like to swap similar stories.
Sometimes words paint a picture that literal film/photography simply cannot.
Look forward to hearing from you horny peepers!
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I'd love to hear these stories too ;).
There I live people don't even kiss too much/ make-out in public. So I can peep only in videos downloaded here :rotfl:
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The download of voyeur videos demonstrate that the genre is an area of interest to the community. Probably just too much to ask that anyone actually take the time to share their experiences. Apathy seems to be the word of the day.
**It's always easier to watch than it is to actually participate. **
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The download of voyeur videos demonstrate that the genre is an area of interest to the community. Probably just too much to ask that anyone actually take the time to share their experiences. Apathy seems to be the word of the day.
**It's always easier to watch than it is to actually participate. **
How about you start us off by sharing one of yours. ??? Voyeurism can be hot for others if you share a story with us too. ::)
btw: I love your crawling text as it is the very definition of voyeurism. :rotfl:
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Thank you, Cumeater. I was waiting for such an invite. Otherwise, once again, I'd be merely talking to myself.
Its been awhile since I last sat on a beat up industrial plastic toilet seat in a tiny cubicle at a public rest area, trying to keep my feet straight forward in the "shit" position, while the rest of my body is contorted awkwardly, allowing me to focus on the single beam of light coming in through a small hole drilled into the stall wall. Unnoticed by the naive, ignored by the apathetic, this tiny opening allows those in the know a view of urinals lined up uniformly, and more importantly, a close up view of the various cock meat yanked out by those coming in to piss.
The rusty door to this reststop john is blocked open. Daylight, direct and indirect, all the better to see with. The best stops have sky lights. I hear footsteps along the gravel path, heavy, rapid. The sounds of a trucker needing to take a quick whizz before getting back on the highway. The lighter more lethargic steps, those of tourists with time on their side.
The sound changes as the boots enter the room, now hitting dirty tile. He's in a hurry. I instinctively get into position, that beam of light a beacon, and I carefully put my eye to the hole. I only see large hands quickly fumbling with a leather belt, a top button and zipper. The other hand reaches in like a scoop in a well rehearsed manner, unconsciously hauling out his most precious cargo. That most recognizable flesh comes into site. Regardless of size, color, cut or uncut, nothing mimics the soft skinned, blue veined shaft flesh and the unique beautiful "helmet" shape of a man's cock head!
Immediately that familiar, wonderful sound as a high pressure flow of piss, bubbling, foaming and churning hits the pisser. A shiver, and the low vocal sound of relief, similar to the groan of orgasm. A sigh of relief. A quick shake, a squeeze, a tug from the shaft to the head, draining those last drops of piss, a pull of the zipper, and he's gone. But forever in my mind.
I see a heavy yellow twisted stream coming from the tip of a large pink cockhead. He unconsciously (or intentionally) places his hand in his pocket, allowing a glorious full view. Not a magazine, not a movie, the real thing just inches away. My face separated from his crotch by only a thin wall. Glossy pubes; heavily veined shaft; rotund cock head; yellow piss; and occasionally heavy, pendulous balls.
The waistband of his jockeys sometimes held down by a heavy nut sack, divided by two large orbs. Resting atop that big sack rests a beautiful soft cock. The head is big and pink. The pink ends where it meets the darker circumcision scar and the shaft becomes a soft brown, tapering to the beautiful bush. About 2 1/2 - 3 inches, soft. Fat and heavy. From my angle I can even see the piss slit forced open by the heavy stream, pencil thick. Me, absorbed in the exctasy of his piss. What a view! A site all mine, if just for the moment; One that would be visible to me under no other circumstance. My cock hurts, I'm so hard. My gut aches - I long for what can not be mine. A fleeting moment of satisfaction and longing. Who's next?!
**With the public becoming more savvy to "our" ways, such opportunities are becoming more and more rare. Even contemporary architecture is designed to prevent this simple, harmless pleasure. What a shame. Memories are what I have left. **
AS MY EXPERIENCES ARE IN THE PAST, I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR OWN SIMILAR EXPERIENCE!
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OMG! I want to drive to the nearest rest stop right now! Awesome alliteration.
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I've always noticed that some guys just beg to be noticed when they use the urinals. They stand several inches away as if afraid of the piss that might splash on them, which exposes themselves. Also, there are certain people who don't hold it when peeing so they just let it dangle for any curious passersby hehehe
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Hey notquiteme, thanks for the comment. How about writing up some of these experiences, fleshing out the detail, and posting them here? I'd sure love to hear them!
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I wouldn't go so far as to say that I'm a voyeur, but i did see quite a few guys back when I was still going to the gym. However, since I used to go there with my boyfriend, I have to say that our… experiences would have been somehow regulated.
There was once this guy who came into the locker area (I was starting to get dressed), set down his bag, on the bench near me, and he stripped butt naked. I wasn't precisely looking, but he entered the shower (still naked) and drenches himself there. He came back out and started toweling off, and clearly asking me to look at his cock. Anyway, it was about six inches soft, reddish tip and also cut, and slightly above average balls. My bf and I figured that he was gay and was coming to the gym to look for... encounters. It happened to my bf, as well, but by another guy.
After that, my bf told me (i was a newbie) that in gyms, guys who were looking for something else would do that, or clearly show his cock while pissing so that if you're interested, you need to make a move. It's also why some gyms hereabouts have developed that hookup reputation.
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Thank you both for sharing your experiences :cheesy2:
Hope more people have stories to tell
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From my experience and understanding, almost all gyms and locker rooms have an underground cruise scene. Almost every hotel I've stayed at which offers a gym or sauna, has something going on - often recognizable only to those in the know, though not always so discrete. In a way this is a negative thing as not all men, straight or gay, liberal or not, appreciate getting hit on, openly stared at, touched, or even walking in on two men having sex. It makes some understandably uncomfortable.
For a while I avoided all public gyms simply because being the shy guy I am, was uncomfortable and embarrassed being hit on in that setting. I hate feeling like I'm under constant scrutiny, being judged as "cruise worthy" or not. And when not, then feeling ostracized. Granted, part of my insecurity is the fear that I don't measure up - by which I mean looks and muscle mass, not dick size! LOL!
Once, in a university locker-room, this one guy pissed me off by coming on strong and not taking no for an answer. Not only was he not attractive to me: too young and blatently effeminate, but the university was also my workplace and I don't "shit where I eat." Not to mention I was on a strict time frame. I needed to do my workout, shower and get to my office. I told him straight out, thanks but i'm not interested. Still he wouldn't let up: following me, staring at me, even trying to cop a feel. I'm not a violent person, but finally punctuated my feelings by throwing a shampoo bottle across the room at him. I missed his head by about 2 inches. Even then, he watched me dress by pretending to preen in a mirror, then flounced off. Cool that he was interested, I'm flattered - totally uncool that he wouldn't take no for an answer.
I was in the military for ten years including a year serving in one of our recent wars. Some knew I'm queer, others didn't, but it didn't matter. I didn't make anyone uncomfortable by taking advantage of the situation or by making a nuisance of myself. Sure I saw a hell of a lot of cock and enjoyed every one of them, but knew better than to be obvious about it. Not only would such behavior be unappreciated as it makes others uncomfortable, but it would have been disrespectful, like the dude I mention above. It is currently illegal to be openly gay in our military, but more important, I wanted to be treated like a vital, equal member of the team. Hopefully with new legislation pending regarding this topic, some will remember and think, that dude was queer and he was alright!
…that dude was queer and he was alright!
Edit, Noughty: removed double post
