Friday, July 18, 2008

What the postman brings

I notice that many of the stories I’ve told you, start in the same way: I’m naked in some situation or another, and then some people turn up who happen to be interested. This happens to happen quite a lot – at first, I’m naked in a totally harmless situation, where it’s just “chance” or “forgetfulness” or “carelessness” which makes others see me. Then, when a guy shows interest, things may go further.

This is not the only way these things go, however. Sometimes, I’m the one who happens to see someone else.

After my first year at university, I needed money. As I was staying in Oslo anyway, I took a summer job as a postman – delivering the mail to people in the afternoon. Already on my first day at work, I had an interesting experience. I came to a house which had its mailbox fixed to a fence. Actually, the fence was a bit lower where the mailbox was than everywhere else, and as I approached the mailbox to put the mail in, I could see over the fence, and looked directly through the living room windows and at a naked guy who was standing there. I was surprised, and quickly looked away and got on with my route. After all, it was none of my business to look into other people’s homes. However, I couldn’t get the image off my mind – I saw that the guy might be almost double my age (I was almost 19), but he had a great body… And I loved nudity, after all…

The day after, I was interested to see if anything similar would happen. When I came to this house, I had made up my mind that I would get a clear look at him. I approached the mailbox, looked in the direction of his living room windows – but saw nothing. I was a bit disappointed, but only for a second – I gave a start as I saw he was sitting, completely naked, on his terrace. Again, I guess this could not be seen from the street due to his high fence, but it could certainly be seen from where I was. Now, I noticed that he was nicely tanned – all over. It was also difficult to ignore his dick (even if I had wanted to) – it was semi-erect, and looking very tempting. I still couldn’t know his age, but I could see that he was working out, his arms and feet were nice and strong. And he had a beautiful face, reminding me of Marcus Schenkenberg… I just nodded as a way of greeting him, and went back to the car to get on with my route again. And again, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. In particular, I wondered if he sat there because he wanted to be seen – and whether he had noticed that I had actually been looking for him in his living room. And above all, I knew that I needed to see him again…

On the third day, I was lucky. There was a large and heavy package for him – which I knew was too big for his mailbox. The routine in such cases was to put a note in the recipient’s mailbox with the information that the package should be collected at the post office. However, if I was in doubt, I was supposed to bring the package to check if it fitted in, so no one could actually blame me for bringing it to his house. And if he was there, at least I had my chance to talk to him. I didn’t know what would happen, but talking is always a start.

He was almost at the end of my route, and this day I decided to change the route a little to make him the very last one. I just hoped that he would still be outside – after all, it was another beautiful day. As I arrived there, I approached the mailbox, and saw that he was lying on his back on a sun bed. Again, he was semi-erect. He looked up when he heard me walking towards the mailbox, and I nodded. Then I said “There’s a package for you here – it’s too big for your mailbox.” I had hoped that he would come walking – naked – to the fence to get it, but instead he said something better, “Oh, thank you! Do you think you could bring it to the terrace?” Of course I wanted to do that, so I just said “Sure” and went to get it.

I don’t know exactly what I was thinking as I was carrying the package from the car to his house. I was certainly excited, but I didn’t know what the intentions of this guy were. I knew that he didn’t mind being naked in front of the postman, but what else didn’t he mind? And I knew that I looked good, being a sporty young man in my white shorts and a tight t-shirt. (I shed the post office uniform as soon as I got in my car – I couldn’t stand it as long as the weather was good.) But even if he fancied to have some fun – what pretext could I find for getting rid of my clothes, or he for approaching me? And would I really dare to do anything?

It turned out it was all much simpler than I had expected. As I approached the terrace where he was lying with his considerable cock pointing to the sky, I couldn’t stop my own cock from mimicking him – all the thoughts of what could possibly happen had made me hard. Thereby, I got a bulge that I couldn’t control. Of course, I could easily hide it as long as I was carrying the package, but I knew that as soon as I put it down, it would be very visible. (Not wearing underwear under these thin and loose shorts didn’t help, either.) This thought didn’t help, to put it mildly. When I finally got to the point of putting the package down, I was sporting a raging hard-on, and he must have spotted it immediately.

“Thank you for bringing that big package all the way to my terrace”, he said, and obviously I understood which package he meant. “Are you in a hurry, or could I offer you a beer as a way to thank you?” A beer couldn’t hurt, so I told him that his house was actually the last one on the route, and that I would be happy to have a beer with him. “Okay, I’ll get a cold beer inside”, he said, “and as you see, it’s perfectly possible to get an all-over-tan on this terrace, if you prefer that.” That invitation was very clear, and he had managed to make two innocent-sounding comments which still made his intentions clear. Now I had to make up my mind what to do, but I always tends to go for what feels right in the moment, as long as there is no imminent danger. So of course I started undressing the moment he went in to get the beer. Maybe two minutes later he was back with a beer for each of us, and by then, I was sitting naked in a chair. I had managed to concentrate on the periodic table (of chemistry) for about 20 seconds (one of my small tricks to think of other things than sex for a moment), which had been enough for my erection to shrink to a semi-erection. However, this didn’t last long.

“I’m happy that you’re not afraid of nudity”, he said, “I find that I’m never as happy as when I’m naked.” He opened the beers and offered me one. “Cheers to that,” I said. He asked me if I ever went to nude beaches, and I told him that I often went to the nude beach at Huk – but also just to nice lakes in the forests north of Sognsvann. He looked at me and said (I know it’s lame, but it worked): “You’re really a beautiful guy. You could be a model.” I laughed and said “Do you mean in porn?” He laughed as well, and said that I would certainly be a great porn model as well. Then he told me a story about how he had tried his luck in the porn business some ten years earlier. I don’t remember the details now, but I remember vividly how his story made my cock go back to its fully erect state. As he saw that, he hardened as well, and it was fascinating to hear stories from his short career in porn while looking at his tool of that trade.

Then he told me about the favourite scene he’d done: he was in a “sling” while four men where taking turns fucking him. I pretended to be ignorant, and asked “what’s a sling?”, without really knowing how he’d use this question. He said “Oh, I can show you – I have one in the basement. Do you want to see?” I said “Sure”, and down in the basement we went. He explained how it worked, but I had genuinely never seen a sling quite like that, and kept asking how it was possible to hang like that – wasn’t it uncomfortable? As I was asking these questions, I did understand where they would lead me, but I didn’t worry. Of course, he offered me to try, and soon, I was hanging helpless in this sling, still with a raging hard-on. “Actually, I can do what I want with you now”, he said, and I felt a bit uncertain. “I have two more questions for you now. If you want to leave, tell me now. If you want to play safe, tell me that. Otherwise, I’ll pretty much do what I want and you will only be set free when you say the word “postman”.” Again, I just had to think for a moment to know what I wanted. I had read about things like this, but it was amazing to me to be in such a situation so suddenly. Part of my brain told me that it would be safer just to get home, but I knew that I really wanted this. My cock told me as much. I told him that I understood, and that I wanted to play safe.

From this point on, my “master” was changed. He didn’t ask me anything anymore. He just did what he wanted. At first, he found a dildo and started to fuck me with that. He didn’t use any lube at first, so it hurt quite a lot, but at the same time, my erection just got harder. Then, as I got used to this dildo, he removed it for a little while, and that felt great. However, right afterwards, he held another dildo in front of my face. He smiled. This one was far thicker and far longer than anything that I had ever had in my arse, that’s for sure. This time he put on a lot of lube, but still it felt terrible as he was pushing it in. Now, he noticed that there was precum on my cock, and he leant over me to lick that off, before going on to work on the monster dildo. Of course, the sense of his tongue on my dick only worked as a little teaser, making me want him to suck me, but that was not what was on his agenda right now. He kept pushing the dildo in, and finally, it had gotten maybe halfway in. At that point, he secured it with some kind of wire system to the wires holding my arms, meaning that it could not get back out, only further in. Then he walked over to the other end of me – my head – and let me start sucking his dick. However, as he was steadily moving in and out of my mouth, the dildo was moving steadily in and out as well, making it feel as if I was gently fucked by a giant.

This lasted for a while, but then he went over again, released the dildo, and pulled it out. Then he put a condom on his dick and started to fuck me. Obviously, this now felt as a relief after the huge dildo, even though he was still pushing his long dick far into me. In my position, I couldn’t really do much, so I just hang there as he was fucking away – and he came after maybe ten minutes of this. I felt tired and sore, but this was not the end of it. Instead, he found the huge dildo again, and managed to put it back in. Now, however, he kept pushing it, rhythmically, with one hand, at the same time as he started to suck my rock-solid cock. The pain from the dildo was almost too much, but at the same time, it gave wonderful feelings which made me feel hornier and hornier. Then, I suddenly burst, and I shot a huge load – and kept shooting repeatedly. He didn’t withdraw, and kept “fucking” me with the dildo and kept sucking for at least a minute. Then he stopped, and then released my feet and finally my arms. I was so tired that I just sat down on the floor.

I kept delivering post to this address for the entire summer, and quite a few times I made sure his house was the last one on my list. Not too often, however, as it took me a couple of days to recover from every such session. And every time anyone asks me if being a postman wasn’t terribly boring, I just smile…

Thursday, July 17, 2008

The shower window

In the early summer, I was staying in a friend’s apartment for a few days. It was in an old part of Stavanger, but the apartment was quite nice. What I noticed quite quickly, however (I have an eye for things like this), was that there was a big window in the bathroom, with a view of the other side of the backyard. This was probably all a result of a renovation of the apartment in which the size of the bathroom was increased.

Obviously, there were curtains, but I decided to open them, and to see what kind of view the neighbours would get. It was just great – the bathroom didn’t have a shower of its own, but you could have a shower standing in the bathtub, and while having a shower, I could get a nice view of several windows outside. And what’s more important – they would be able to see me, at least from my head to my knees…

I’m easily turned on, so I get turned on just by knowing that someone might see me – even if I have no idea if someone is actually seeing me. So the first time I showered there, I actually got a hard-on just by knowing that I was on display. I was in a hurry for a meeting, however, so I didn’t have the time to do anything more.

On the morning after, I was up quite early, and it was still dark outside. As I stepped into the shower, however, I noticed that there was light in a window opposite mine. I also thought that I saw something moving, but as I started showering, the light was turned off, and I couldn’t see anything any more. The light being turned off could of course mean that someone was watching me, so this turned me on. I decided to give a bit of a show, so I made a point of massaging a lot of soap on my chest and then on my (now erect) cock. I didn’t want to jerk off, however, as I didn’t know what their reaction might be.

Another day went by, and next morning I was going to have another shower. I took off my clothes, and again noticed that there was light in the window opposite me. There was also light in the window next to it. I went into the shower, and again got an erection, and again I was about to apply plenty of soap. Then the doorbell rang. Who could this be at this hour? I put a towel around me, and went to open the door. Outside was a cute guy, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and he was looking embarrassed. I also noticed that he shot a glance at my towel. “My mother sent me over…”, he said and then hesitated. “She wants me to tell you that as your curtains are not shut, you can be seen showering from our apartment across the courtyard.” He blushed and I was intrigued. I looked at him again, and noticed that he was 19ish, with a well-formed body. I decided that I had to make a small move. “Oh, I didn’t know,” I lied, “I thought the window was too high for that. Could you show me where your apartment is?”

I opened the door for him, and he seemed to welcome the suggestion. I showed him into the bathroom, and he said “Ah, I see. If you’re standing on the floor, I guess we wouldn’t see…” He blushed again, and said “…all of you”. I smiled and said “But you can when I’m in the shower?” and he said, “Yes, and my mother would like you to close your curtains.” I closed the curtains, and asked him if I could now go on showering. “Yes,” he said before he knew what he was saying, so I pulled off my towel and went back into the bathtub. As I had guessed, he didn’t leave. He just stood there and stared at me, too long for him to pretend to be uninterested. My cock was semi-hard, and he had his eyes on it. I asked: “Want a shower?” and his lust got the better of him. He pulled off his t-shirt and his shorts, and joined me in the shower.

He was a slim guy, and as I was covering him with soap, I noticed that his chest was firm. His stomach was nice too, but now my hands approached something more interesting. I felt the first few hairs of his bush, and noticed how his dick grew by the touch of my fingers. I turned him around and got down on my knees. The size of his dick was moderate, but it was so beautiful. I first let my tongue tease his dick-head for a moment, then I let the whole dick enter my mouth. He gasped, and I guessed that he might not have felt this sensation before. I started to let my tongue dance around his dick, but I didn’t appreciate just how untrained he was, so almost before I got started, I could taste the well-known taste. He had come. He said “I’m sorry”, but I didn’t mind, I just swallowed and I got back on my feet. I was still horny, of course, and before I could say a thing, he was kneeling in front of me, my dick in his mouth. Needless to say, he was no expert in the art of sucking, but sometimes knowing that the guy sucking is a novice is also a turn-on. So I just enjoyed his efforts for about ten minutes, and then signalled that I was ready to come, and pulled out of his mouth. He didn’t get up, however, so I shot a load over his chest and shoulder.

This was far more than I had expected from my little stay in Stavanger, so I was quite content. “You should get back to your mother, I guess”, I said after we had both showered off. He nodded. Then he said: “Please close the curtains properly from now on. If you want me to, I could come over tomorrow morning to check that you’ve remembered?” I nodded, smiled and gave him a good hug before he left for his mother.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Roskilde nude run

Tomorrow, there will be the Roskilde nude run.

Here are some videos from the previous nude runs:

I couldn't make it to Roskilde this year, so I'm afraid I'll just have to be naked on my own in Oslo... :-)