Written by voyguyjames

Fact
23 May 2014


What follows is a true account of the events that would serve to shape my sexual future. Many years have passed since this happened and along the way I have had many other experiences, however none has affected me as profoundly as the events of the summer of 1980

When I was 15 years old we lived in Toronto and had a nice house with a pool in the backyard. My parents used to do a lot of entertaining and it was not uncommon to have a large group of people at the house on the weekends, swimming and lounging round the pool. Beside the pool near the house we had a large shed built to house the pump and serve as a changeroom and storage for the pool equipment. The shed had two halves with two separate entrances on each side of the structure. One side was the changeroom for guests, I also always changed in there, and the other side was the pump and storage room. Being the number one son one of my chores was to clean the pool and maintain the pump. One day, in the early summer of my fifteenth year, I was in the pump room adjusting the pressure when I dropped the wrench I was holding behind the pump. when I tried to retrieve the tool, I noticed that the wood slats behind the pump were not aligned as well as the rest of the wall and you could see quiet clearly into the change room half of the shed, through the small slits. If I had not bent down behind the pump I never would have seen this.

Well at the time I didn't really give this a great deal of thought or interest, until one day about a week later. My sister who was 14 at the time was having her friends around for a swim and I was getting the pool ready. Now my sister would always change into her swimsuit in her room, in the house, but as I was standing by the pump, I heard the change room door open. I heard my sister's voice directing her friend into the pool house to get changed. My mind immediately went back to my recent discovery and I became instantly aroused. I quietly bent over the pump and looked through the slit in the boards. Inside was her friend and she was taking off her t-shirt. I watched as she stripped naked and put on her bikini. I could hear my own laboured breathing as the excitement gripped me. Her young maturing body, so firm and perky. When she was gone, I raced out quickly but also quietly, so as not to be seen leaving and rushed to my room where I furiously masturbated to an incredible climax. Like none I had ever had before.

This happened a few more times over the next few weeks and each time I became more and more aroused. One day about three weeks later I was in the shed waiting for one of my sisters friend to come by, when the door opened behind me. It was my sister ,and she was wondering why I was still hanging around in the shed. Never being a very good liar, I guess I appeared nervous and embarrassed. She questioned me some more until I finally told her what I had found and what I had been doing. My sister and I had a very good relationship and we were close enough in age that we were finding our way through, our sexual becomings together. So it came as no shock to me that she wasn't angry or creeped out by what I had been doing. She just laughed and smiled and went back outside. Things went on as normal for the next few weeks and my sister still had friends around to swim and always made a point of telling when they were coming by. She always directed them into the pool house to change and over that summer I spent a lot of time in the pump house, pumping my own erection.

The summer moved on and sometime around the beginning of August I was getting ready to go for my nightly swim and was in the pool house changing into my suit when I heard some rustling in the pump room. I didn't think much of it to begin with and then it dawned on me that someone was in there and this time they were watching me. I quickly changed into my trunks and left. As I swam I became more and more aroused at the thought that I was the one being watched. Someone (and it could only be my sister) was peeking at me and ....were they becoming as aroused as I had become? Was she watching me and then masturbating. The thought had me so hard even the cool pool water could not diminish the excitement........

Now at this point I have probably turned some of you off with the thought of this becoming incestual. Please know that my sister and I never engaged in any type of direct physical relationship. That being said, we did have a fairly unusually non physical one. So now I will continue......

I decided to cut my swim shorter than usual and I got out of the pool and headed back to the change room. I knew that she was still inside because I would have seen if she exited the pump room. I was so aroused at the thought of what I was about to do that I wasn't sure if I would be able to hold myself in check.......

I went back into the change room and peeled my wet suit off over my throbbing boy erection. I took my time standing drying myself making sure to act as natural as I could. I moved around the room making sure to give a good view of my bobbing cock from all angles. Then I slowly began to dry my hard cock and rub it with my towel. I wanted it to seem, that what I was about to do was a natural occurance and not something planned. I rubbed my cock with my towel and then I grabbed hold of it with my hand and started to masturbate. I sat back on the chair and slowly stroked my cock twisting my hand up the shaft as I went. I was so aroused and so incredibly excited at the thought that someone was watching, that it only took but a few moments before I came all over my hand and belly. It was an orgasm like none I had ever experienced before....or possibly since. The grunt I let out as I came was not enough to mask the the sound of a soft gasp from the other side of wall. The thought that this was possible the first time she had seen an erect penis and definately the first time she had seen one masturbated to a flowing orgasm. This thought made me more excited then one could ever imagine and still does to this day.

As I was cleaning myself up I heard the door to the pump room gently close and the soft patter of feet run past the shed. for the next few weeks I always finished off my nightly swim by masturbating and I like to think that most of the time I had an audience.

That summer I became aware of the fact that not only was I , an avid voyeur but that it was just as exciting to be watched and be exposed as it was to watch.


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