[OzHarley]

Many many moons ago. I was a young naïve lads in my teens. Sure Id seen a few magazine centerfolds and they were fun, but the whole sex mad pervert hadn't surfaced. Then one hot school break, sunny beach days, on my bike and exploring days. How far can I ride the tracks around the beach. Off I'd go. Up good tracks, into dead ends, down to the beach, pushing bike through sand, back into tracks. Exploring the coastal area and foreshore, not looking for boobs or nudity, people just got in my way. It was all about exploring rocks, caves, tracks, foreshore woods. Over those fences that said no entry, private keep out. Short cuts to the next seaside cove.

Found a great place one day, a road and small car park at the top of a cliff, a great beach and rock pools way down below. No paths down there. No people down there. That's the place. Dropped the bike in some trees and found a way down, some parts easy, some sliding. I made it, yes! Stop swim, relax, What a life, no school!

Now the climb back up, backtracking, under this tree, through this bush, up this little dry water track, on hands an knees at some stages. Getting near to the top, I could here cars go past. Climbing up this narrow sand track, on all fours, head up, looking ahead and froze. A foot, another foot, and another, then a big fucking cock, huge balls and cock disappearing inside a woman on top. She was moaning, grinding her ass, cock going in and out, up and down.

Fuuuck! Stunned me, frozen, do I go back, do I watch. All of a sudden my sexual deviate side switched on, that I didn't know I had. It was great. I was literally kneeling at their feet watching her them fucking. Next thing the guys head poked sideways and he saw me. The stare, the wave off. Then the hand gesture to be quite. Ssh. Then waved me off. Fuck off in sign language.

An old guy, looked my dads age. The woman on top was smaller, and looked younger from what I could tell.
He didn’t stop, she didn’t stop. She didn't know I was there. I started to back off, looking around, trying to work out how, back out or turn around.

Then his hands went down and grabbed her ass, spread her cheeks open wide, lifted her up and down his full length of cock, showing me. Looking at me again, grinning.

I stopped trying to go down, looked and smiled. Got a great look, although only lasting a minute or so. Then he waved me off again. I backed off. Couldn't work out how to go sideways, so went all the way back down to the beach. Sat down and thought about waiting till they went, or trying to walk around and back up. Eventually, I went around the beach and up another way. There was no car in the car park, so assume they left. I tried to have a look at where they would have been, no one there. I rode home, beat off all night. The voyeur had awaken.

For the rest of the holidays I went down the tracks, back to same place and others and didn’t see anything like that again. A few topless women, but that’s all. Boring. Over the next couple years I found girls and sex myself, left school, joined the Army and had an adventure.

But Ive always had the liking for voyeurism and that’s where it all started, a young lad exploring and old guy showing off while fucking his woman in the bushes.

I'm assuming many young lads have similar memories, the summer holiday, the exploring, seeing things we shouldn't have, that started us down the track.