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I had been spying for several weeks on Carl and Maria in my home. Their sexual intensity increased, then it stopped. I checked my hidden video cameras again and they were working properly. I assumed the kids had stopped for good or gone elsewhere for fun.
It was just as well since I needed to focus on work stuff. Besides, Carl had removed his hidden cam from the storage room, so no further harm done. I could do without the drama and distraction.
About six weeks later, they were out for the evening at a school function and Carl’s alarm clock went off by his bed. As I entered his room to silence it, I discovered a used condom near some books under his bed.
Here we go again, I thought. I picked it up the condom, which contained a sizable volume of cum inside.
“My God,” I exclaimed. “For a seventeen year old, this kid produces a significant amount of jizz!”
As suspected, I knew he was now having sex and knew that I needed to address this but didn’t know how. I didn’t even know if he was having it with Maria. Here we go again!
I needed to find out. The picture frame camera idea worked fine in the family area but wouldn’t cut it in their personal space. I repositioned the family room camera, aiming it towards the bedroom hallway.
After a few days, I discovered that they would arrive home from school, enter his room and the door would shut. Again, I had to improvise and found a smoke detector video cam with sound. This could replace the smoke detector in his room. However, I didn’t want it to be permanent.
The next day they arrived home and the sound-activated device started recording about three o’clock. From above the bed, the camera recorded everything in better detail than I could have imagined.
Immediately after the door shut their voices became hushed as they starting kissing. It didn’t take long for them to begin moaning and the sounds of their kissing intensified. I observed them stripping and listened to the movement of the bed and the sounds of their clothing being tossed on the floor.
“Carl, fuck me again… oh please.”
He fumbled to put on a condom. “I am working on it as fast as I can,” he said and they both laughed.
As the foreplay was ending, the next thing I heard was her gasping as he entered her.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, “I can’t believe how you're filling me up.”
His breathing became hurried as he started thrusting inside her. In a matter of a minute, the sounds of penetration became apparent… at first in a muffled subdued fashion. This soon gave way to very wet and sloppy sounds. Her pussy sounded drenched and his constant thrusting helped create what seemed like a waterfall of pleasure.
They didn’t talk much. The sounds filling the room were his hurried breathing and her subtle moans. He would kiss her then start sucking her erect nipples. The sloshing of his cock in and out of her very wet pussy created an atmosphere of intense sexual energy. I was able to see his ass riding up and down on her. I saw how her long legs wrapped around his back. I imagined her juices soaking into the sheets and lubricating his erect cock.
Within five or so minutes, Carl shouted out, “I am cumming, I am going to cum.”
Her subtle moans became interrupted as she whispered, “Cum in me, pleeeease.”
His moans ended with silence. Neither said anything for a few minutes and the sound of kissing broke the silence in the room. They were done. It had been a long time since I recall those days, but the sexual energy was still there – even if things were over quickly.
I recorded them for two weeks before I removed the device from his room. I had seen enough. It took me three months before I decided to confront them, figuring that it might have been a short-term thing. The telltale signs of his soiled bed sheets and the occasional condom led me to believe this was still active. The problem was they didn’t have to sneak anywhere to do it – they had their own rooms under my roof on a daily basis if they wanted it. He must have pumped a gallon of his jizz into her by now.
I scripted my talk with them and rehearsed it numerous times. As a parent, I had to be tactful, yet understanding. Shit, I thought, this is not what I signed up for.
I was struck with the same fears I had before. I needed to play the adult, but my own hormones became active again. I started thinking about them again, often revisiting the bedroom videos. Again, I became obsessed with their erotic behavior and again I started masturbating to the fantasy. I needed to talk to them soon.
~~~~~~~~~
It was an early fall morning and the air temperature was cool. The skies were a brilliant blue and you could smell the fragrances of the summer plant life dying. It was Saturday morning and the kids were off to a football game. When they returned, I would sit with them and work this out.
As I went in for another cup of coffee, I passed the hallway bathroom, or “Carl’s bathroom,” as he calls it. The vanity light was on and I reached around the corner to shut it off. A dangling condom caught in the toilet seat distracted my eyes. I picked it up and again marveled at the volume of fluid inside.
How much cum can this kid produce in a week? He must be dehydrated most of the day.
It was obvious that he meant to throw it in the toilet, but it never made it. I held it in my hand for a minute, squeezing cum back and forth.
This condom was up Maria’s pussy, I thought. Lucky condom, lucky Carl.
I had that strange feeling again in my groin as my limp cock woke to the occasion. I dipped my fingers into the latex reservoir.
Damn, he has filled almost one-fourth of this thing.
The jizz on my fingers was rich. It was super-slippery and off-white in appearance. Jizz is Jizz, I thought. I kept looking at the amount in the condom.
My mind drifted back to the last few years of my marriage. She and I played the swinger scene for a while. It was there that I learned how to have sex with other couples or singles. The sight and touch of another guy’s cum was normal; so was sucking another guy’s cock. Many thoughts entered my head.
My wife and I played with another couple, Dan and Joan. The sex was great and we would play together as a group or do full swaps. Dan would fuck his wife and insist that she not be without a cock for more than one minute. We had used condoms in the beginning, but this was the first time I played without one.
Dan reminded me of Carl. He could shoot a tremendous load. When Dan was done fucking his wife, the jizz oozed out of her pussy. It had now been my turn. I penetrated her and felt not only her hot juices surrounding my very hard cock, but his abundant supply of jizz slowly being released from her wonderful pussy. The sloppy seconds experience was real as my cock was really lubricated. The thought of his and her pleasure juices drove me wild. From that point on, another man’s cum was always welcome.
I looked at Carl’s condom. I was horny. I can’t believe I am doing this.
I took the condom to my room and went into my bathroom. I took off my pants, revealing a hard cock, fully engorged and pointing towards the ceiling. At six and-a-half inches, my circumcised trophy boasted a large circumference. People simply said it was thick. With my eyes closed, I imagined Maria’s tight pussy opening to reveal Carl’s cum. My stroking further strengthened my erection.
Rock hard, I took the cum-filled condom and slipped it over my cock, gently pulling it on until the entire condom was covering me. I breathed a sigh of pleasure as I looked at the beautiful sight below. I thought of his hard cock inside of it.
My God, look at this condom full of another guy’s jizz surrounding me.
My cock was submerged into cum. Every inch of my throbbing manhood was saturated with the slippery lubricant-like qualities of someone’s passionate release. I was jerking it and watching how the cum shifted around me. After five minutes, I could stand it no more.
“My God I need to cum,” I yelled. The sight and sounds of the squishing only made it more intense. Again I yelled, “Oh God, I am going shoot my jizz onto yours.”
My cock started to release with enormous intensity. It pulsed twice before I felt my own jizz begin to shoot out. Pulse after pulse produced a filling effect into an already nearly-full condom. Tthere was no more room. The overflow caused seepage around the collar and it started dripping towards the floor onto my bare feet.
My eyes remained fixed on the erotic explosion. Oh, how I miss this, I thought. Oh, how I want to do this again.
A few more pulses and I was done. I removed the condom from my stiff cock and marveled at how much more it now contained. I could see the swirls of color inconsistency defining the two instants of pleasure we each shared. Too bad it was done at different times.
I sat outside and waited for them to return from the game. I'd downed two beers before they pulled into the driveway.
“Sit down with me,”,I said as they came outside. “Listen, I need to talk to you. I know you guys are involved romantically.”
Their faces went pale as the little guy in my head kicked me: You were going to be a little more sensitive, what happened?
Carl spoke. “Uncle Robert, we didn’t know you knew. How did you know? Damn.”
She looked down and started to cry, “ I never had a family, and I didn’t know what was right... I am sorry... so sorry.”
Seeking the right words, I mumbled, “I knew, I just knew. You two are great kids and I just want you to recognize the situation and its effects. It’s a little out of the norm for some of us, that’s all.”
“Uncle Robert, my dad told us you and your wife were swingers at one time, you must understand.”
Carl’s words caught me off guard. I never knew my stupid brother told him of my earlier escapades. Stumbling I spoke in a low tone, “Yes Carl, we were at one time. But this is not about me... you guys need to think this through. You need to have a plan.”
After further conversation, we all hugged and went inside.
Later that evening, Carl approached me. “Uncle Robert, sorry that we didn’t tell you, but it was strange.”
“I know it must have been,” I said.
“We really like each other very much, but we can agree to taking it slow for a bit.”
I sighed and gave him the thumbs up sign.
“Uncle Robert, I need you to teach me how to make love to a woman... I want you to show me how not to cum in five minutes or less.”
I was flabbergasted. What could I do that he can’t learn by himself?
Then he added, “ I know of your days as a swinger and I know you guys made sex a sport. I want you to show me, to show us how. I want you to join us if you can.”
The effects of the beer on my brain took me over the edge. And I was confused. It was all too much to comprehend.
I jerked off in my nephew’s used condom this morning and enjoyed it. I sat down tonight to be the adult and level things out with them. Now, not only have I failed at that, but we are talking about sex instruction, too.
I went into the house - for another beer!
I prepared to give him an answer over the next few weeks and explored my own sexuality as a means to try and relate to them. I didn't think I was qualified to help them but, then again, I had seen enough of sexual play between couples… male/female, male/male, Male/male/female, etc. I just didn’t know how to handle someone in their age group. I didn’t know what he wanted me to show them.
Most of my earlier encounters were with my own age group. I even reached out to Dan and Joan again and explained my predicament. They laughed and said that I should be honored and the kids should be thankful that they would receive expert instruction early in their lives.
During those few weeks, I watched their sex videos over and over. They were inexperienced, but who wasn’t at seventeen? They were unaware I had recorded them and I was not going to tell. In the privacy of my own room, the laptop screen flickered with their lovemaking. Sure I could help them.
I didn’t like the way she sucked his cock... He was a bit off licking her pussy... Yes, I could help
About a week later, I confronted Carl and Maria and indicated I would assist them. I urged them to look things up on the Internet first, but indicated I would help wherever possible. They were open to it and we agreed that they both needed to be eighteen before anything could happen…. that would be about four months from now. Until then, I stayed clear of their relationship. I believe they tried to behave but needed each other more than they thought.
This proved to be the longest four months of my life. Maria’s pussy with the trimmed landing strip was inviting. She was tight, but wet. Her tits were firm and the large diameter areolas were pink with perky nipples. Maria’s hips were built for fucking and her ass was shapely and toned.
Carl was a stud. He had an athletic body, strong arms, firm abs and ass. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him – he ate well and kept clean. His cock appeared to be in the six inch plus range and was shaved.
Carl turned eighteen but Maria was still three months away. We started talking and they did some reading. He would present me with what he would like to try. She would show me romantic sexual positions she found in magazines. In preparation for her eighteenth birthday, I suggested she start on birth control; she eagerly accepted the offer.
My thoughts raced as to how I could help them. His hard cock and her wet pussy waiting for instruction – wow! My masturbation cycle increased and I could still hear when he was jacking off in the room next to mine. I didn’t hesitate to look for a lost condom every now and then.
Maria turned eighteen on a Wednesday. We enjoyed a dinner night out, similar to what Carl experienced three months earlier. I was now sitting with two young adults and the upcoming weekend would redefine human sexuality to this anxious forty-four year old.
More to follow
It was just as well since I needed to focus on work stuff. Besides, Carl had removed his hidden cam from the storage room, so no further harm done. I could do without the drama and distraction.
About six weeks later, they were out for the evening at a school function and Carl’s alarm clock went off by his bed. As I entered his room to silence it, I discovered a used condom near some books under his bed.
Here we go again, I thought. I picked it up the condom, which contained a sizable volume of cum inside.
“My God,” I exclaimed. “For a seventeen year old, this kid produces a significant amount of jizz!”
As suspected, I knew he was now having sex and knew that I needed to address this but didn’t know how. I didn’t even know if he was having it with Maria. Here we go again!
I needed to find out. The picture frame camera idea worked fine in the family area but wouldn’t cut it in their personal space. I repositioned the family room camera, aiming it towards the bedroom hallway.
After a few days, I discovered that they would arrive home from school, enter his room and the door would shut. Again, I had to improvise and found a smoke detector video cam with sound. This could replace the smoke detector in his room. However, I didn’t want it to be permanent.
The next day they arrived home and the sound-activated device started recording about three o’clock. From above the bed, the camera recorded everything in better detail than I could have imagined.
Immediately after the door shut their voices became hushed as they starting kissing. It didn’t take long for them to begin moaning and the sounds of their kissing intensified. I observed them stripping and listened to the movement of the bed and the sounds of their clothing being tossed on the floor.
“Carl, fuck me again… oh please.”
He fumbled to put on a condom. “I am working on it as fast as I can,” he said and they both laughed.
As the foreplay was ending, the next thing I heard was her gasping as he entered her.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, “I can’t believe how you're filling me up.”
His breathing became hurried as he started thrusting inside her. In a matter of a minute, the sounds of penetration became apparent… at first in a muffled subdued fashion. This soon gave way to very wet and sloppy sounds. Her pussy sounded drenched and his constant thrusting helped create what seemed like a waterfall of pleasure.
They didn’t talk much. The sounds filling the room were his hurried breathing and her subtle moans. He would kiss her then start sucking her erect nipples. The sloshing of his cock in and out of her very wet pussy created an atmosphere of intense sexual energy. I was able to see his ass riding up and down on her. I saw how her long legs wrapped around his back. I imagined her juices soaking into the sheets and lubricating his erect cock.
Within five or so minutes, Carl shouted out, “I am cumming, I am going to cum.”
Her subtle moans became interrupted as she whispered, “Cum in me, pleeeease.”
His moans ended with silence. Neither said anything for a few minutes and the sound of kissing broke the silence in the room. They were done. It had been a long time since I recall those days, but the sexual energy was still there – even if things were over quickly.
I recorded them for two weeks before I removed the device from his room. I had seen enough. It took me three months before I decided to confront them, figuring that it might have been a short-term thing. The telltale signs of his soiled bed sheets and the occasional condom led me to believe this was still active. The problem was they didn’t have to sneak anywhere to do it – they had their own rooms under my roof on a daily basis if they wanted it. He must have pumped a gallon of his jizz into her by now.
I scripted my talk with them and rehearsed it numerous times. As a parent, I had to be tactful, yet understanding. Shit, I thought, this is not what I signed up for.
I was struck with the same fears I had before. I needed to play the adult, but my own hormones became active again. I started thinking about them again, often revisiting the bedroom videos. Again, I became obsessed with their erotic behavior and again I started masturbating to the fantasy. I needed to talk to them soon.
~~~~~~~~~
It was an early fall morning and the air temperature was cool. The skies were a brilliant blue and you could smell the fragrances of the summer plant life dying. It was Saturday morning and the kids were off to a football game. When they returned, I would sit with them and work this out.
As I went in for another cup of coffee, I passed the hallway bathroom, or “Carl’s bathroom,” as he calls it. The vanity light was on and I reached around the corner to shut it off. A dangling condom caught in the toilet seat distracted my eyes. I picked it up and again marveled at the volume of fluid inside.
How much cum can this kid produce in a week? He must be dehydrated most of the day.
It was obvious that he meant to throw it in the toilet, but it never made it. I held it in my hand for a minute, squeezing cum back and forth.
This condom was up Maria’s pussy, I thought. Lucky condom, lucky Carl.
I had that strange feeling again in my groin as my limp cock woke to the occasion. I dipped my fingers into the latex reservoir.
Damn, he has filled almost one-fourth of this thing.
The jizz on my fingers was rich. It was super-slippery and off-white in appearance. Jizz is Jizz, I thought. I kept looking at the amount in the condom.
My mind drifted back to the last few years of my marriage. She and I played the swinger scene for a while. It was there that I learned how to have sex with other couples or singles. The sight and touch of another guy’s cum was normal; so was sucking another guy’s cock. Many thoughts entered my head.
My wife and I played with another couple, Dan and Joan. The sex was great and we would play together as a group or do full swaps. Dan would fuck his wife and insist that she not be without a cock for more than one minute. We had used condoms in the beginning, but this was the first time I played without one.
Dan reminded me of Carl. He could shoot a tremendous load. When Dan was done fucking his wife, the jizz oozed out of her pussy. It had now been my turn. I penetrated her and felt not only her hot juices surrounding my very hard cock, but his abundant supply of jizz slowly being released from her wonderful pussy. The sloppy seconds experience was real as my cock was really lubricated. The thought of his and her pleasure juices drove me wild. From that point on, another man’s cum was always welcome.
I looked at Carl’s condom. I was horny. I can’t believe I am doing this.
I took the condom to my room and went into my bathroom. I took off my pants, revealing a hard cock, fully engorged and pointing towards the ceiling. At six and-a-half inches, my circumcised trophy boasted a large circumference. People simply said it was thick. With my eyes closed, I imagined Maria’s tight pussy opening to reveal Carl’s cum. My stroking further strengthened my erection.
Rock hard, I took the cum-filled condom and slipped it over my cock, gently pulling it on until the entire condom was covering me. I breathed a sigh of pleasure as I looked at the beautiful sight below. I thought of his hard cock inside of it.
My God, look at this condom full of another guy’s jizz surrounding me.
My cock was submerged into cum. Every inch of my throbbing manhood was saturated with the slippery lubricant-like qualities of someone’s passionate release. I was jerking it and watching how the cum shifted around me. After five minutes, I could stand it no more.
“My God I need to cum,” I yelled. The sight and sounds of the squishing only made it more intense. Again I yelled, “Oh God, I am going shoot my jizz onto yours.”
My cock started to release with enormous intensity. It pulsed twice before I felt my own jizz begin to shoot out. Pulse after pulse produced a filling effect into an already nearly-full condom. Tthere was no more room. The overflow caused seepage around the collar and it started dripping towards the floor onto my bare feet.
My eyes remained fixed on the erotic explosion. Oh, how I miss this, I thought. Oh, how I want to do this again.
A few more pulses and I was done. I removed the condom from my stiff cock and marveled at how much more it now contained. I could see the swirls of color inconsistency defining the two instants of pleasure we each shared. Too bad it was done at different times.
I sat outside and waited for them to return from the game. I'd downed two beers before they pulled into the driveway.
“Sit down with me,”,I said as they came outside. “Listen, I need to talk to you. I know you guys are involved romantically.”
Their faces went pale as the little guy in my head kicked me: You were going to be a little more sensitive, what happened?
Carl spoke. “Uncle Robert, we didn’t know you knew. How did you know? Damn.”
She looked down and started to cry, “ I never had a family, and I didn’t know what was right... I am sorry... so sorry.”
Seeking the right words, I mumbled, “I knew, I just knew. You two are great kids and I just want you to recognize the situation and its effects. It’s a little out of the norm for some of us, that’s all.”
“Uncle Robert, my dad told us you and your wife were swingers at one time, you must understand.”
Carl’s words caught me off guard. I never knew my stupid brother told him of my earlier escapades. Stumbling I spoke in a low tone, “Yes Carl, we were at one time. But this is not about me... you guys need to think this through. You need to have a plan.”
After further conversation, we all hugged and went inside.
Later that evening, Carl approached me. “Uncle Robert, sorry that we didn’t tell you, but it was strange.”
“I know it must have been,” I said.
“We really like each other very much, but we can agree to taking it slow for a bit.”
I sighed and gave him the thumbs up sign.
“Uncle Robert, I need you to teach me how to make love to a woman... I want you to show me how not to cum in five minutes or less.”
I was flabbergasted. What could I do that he can’t learn by himself?
Then he added, “ I know of your days as a swinger and I know you guys made sex a sport. I want you to show me, to show us how. I want you to join us if you can.”
The effects of the beer on my brain took me over the edge. And I was confused. It was all too much to comprehend.
I jerked off in my nephew’s used condom this morning and enjoyed it. I sat down tonight to be the adult and level things out with them. Now, not only have I failed at that, but we are talking about sex instruction, too.
I went into the house - for another beer!
I prepared to give him an answer over the next few weeks and explored my own sexuality as a means to try and relate to them. I didn't think I was qualified to help them but, then again, I had seen enough of sexual play between couples… male/female, male/male, Male/male/female, etc. I just didn’t know how to handle someone in their age group. I didn’t know what he wanted me to show them.
Most of my earlier encounters were with my own age group. I even reached out to Dan and Joan again and explained my predicament. They laughed and said that I should be honored and the kids should be thankful that they would receive expert instruction early in their lives.
During those few weeks, I watched their sex videos over and over. They were inexperienced, but who wasn’t at seventeen? They were unaware I had recorded them and I was not going to tell. In the privacy of my own room, the laptop screen flickered with their lovemaking. Sure I could help them.
I didn’t like the way she sucked his cock... He was a bit off licking her pussy... Yes, I could help
About a week later, I confronted Carl and Maria and indicated I would assist them. I urged them to look things up on the Internet first, but indicated I would help wherever possible. They were open to it and we agreed that they both needed to be eighteen before anything could happen…. that would be about four months from now. Until then, I stayed clear of their relationship. I believe they tried to behave but needed each other more than they thought.
This proved to be the longest four months of my life. Maria’s pussy with the trimmed landing strip was inviting. She was tight, but wet. Her tits were firm and the large diameter areolas were pink with perky nipples. Maria’s hips were built for fucking and her ass was shapely and toned.
Carl was a stud. He had an athletic body, strong arms, firm abs and ass. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him – he ate well and kept clean. His cock appeared to be in the six inch plus range and was shaved.
Carl turned eighteen but Maria was still three months away. We started talking and they did some reading. He would present me with what he would like to try. She would show me romantic sexual positions she found in magazines. In preparation for her eighteenth birthday, I suggested she start on birth control; she eagerly accepted the offer.
My thoughts raced as to how I could help them. His hard cock and her wet pussy waiting for instruction – wow! My masturbation cycle increased and I could still hear when he was jacking off in the room next to mine. I didn’t hesitate to look for a lost condom every now and then.
Maria turned eighteen on a Wednesday. We enjoyed a dinner night out, similar to what Carl experienced three months earlier. I was now sitting with two young adults and the upcoming weekend would redefine human sexuality to this anxious forty-four year old.
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