Sunday, August 31, 2008

James and I playing

As I've mentioned before, I've been hanging out with a guy called James a lot this summer. Due to some personal circumstances, he's stopped blogging, but he's been turned on by the idea that I'd be blogging about our adventures.

We're both into the exhibitionist thing, and we have explored the idea that there are things that two guys could get away with that one guy could not - for instance, a single man might be considered a pervert if he's running naked from his tent to the lake to have a swim, while two guys doing it might be considered "playful". One guy opening the door for the pizza guy in the nude could be reported to the police, while a guy opening the door with a nude guy walking past in the background, would be considered forgetful at most. (I may be writing more about this later, as the face of the pizza man clearly suggested that he would like to see more. We found an excuse for him to come back to the apartment at the end of his day of work...)

The most successful little thing we did, however, took place at the end of the night. The two of us had been partying together with a few new acquaintances, the pub we'd been to had just closed and we were eight guys passing by the town hall in the middle of town. James had just said something about still being hot, and I took the cue and "attacked" him and threw him into the little fountain next to the town hall. Playfully, he got back up and ran after me, and got a few of the other guys to help him to throw me into the fountain as well. By now, both of us were dripping wet, and our t-shirts and white shorts - with no underwear, had turned transparent. By now, the rest of the guys also wanted to join the fun, but they removed their t-shirts and shorts (or trousers) to have a little bath in their briefs or boxers. James and I also threw off our t-shirts. I already thought this was quite sexy, but our drunk friends didn't stop there - they started fighting for each other's underwear. Of course, James and I enthusiastically joined the fight, and as we were quite happy to lose our shorts, we were not as defensive as some of the others... By the time most of us were totally nude, there were at least ten people gathered around the fountain, watching us. And of us, at least two were starting to get hard-ons...

At this time, two police constables arrived. They seemed quite amused, actually, but nonetheless asked us to get dressed and get going. At least one of the constables watched carefully as James and I were putting on our still-transparent clothes.

This had been fun, but now we had the problem of what to do next. All of us were dripping wet, so happily the solution came quickly - one of the guys had an apartment only ten minutes away, so we were invited there. This was one of the warmer nights of this summer, so it wasn't a problem to walk in wet clothes - and people we met were looking and pointning, as the clothes evidently still didn't hide anything.

When we got to the apartment, of course everybody immediately shed their clothes. The "host" gave us towels so that we could dry off, and then everybody sat down in the living room. We didn't know what the sexual orientation of the other guys were, but I thought that if we were lucky, we could have some fun anyway. It didn't take long before I noticed that one of the other guys was having a semi-erection. I caught James' eye, and signalled what I'd seen. We seemed to understand each other: if this guy was sitting there with his erection all alone, nothing would happen. But it didn't take long for the two of us to get semi-hard either, and then the alcohol they'd consumed made the rest of the guys forget whatever inhibitions they might have had.

Soon everyone had a hard-on, but didn't seem to know what to do with it. I decided to take a chance, and started to touch my dick quite slowly and almost discreetly. James started doing the same at the other end of the living room, and this showed everybody that this was okay. The first guy who had a semi-erection was also the first one to follow suit, and then, slowly, the rest of the guys also started jerking off.

At this point, everything was easy. Another one of the guys said: "Hey, it's better to have someone else's hand do it", and signalled that everyone should jerk off the guy to the right. Everybody seemed to like this idea, and so I had the hand of a greatlooking, 20-yearold jerking me off, while I was jerking off the huge dick of a slightly older guy who I had earlier in the night learned was an accountant. I was very much turned on by this, of course, but I also wondered if we could get so far that these guys would even give each other a blow job. In my mind, this was certainly not something that James and I could just start doing - there would be too much scepticism. However, the guy currently jerking off James - who was also the first one to get a semi-erection, was clearly enjoying everything very much, and seemed willing to do anything. So when James shifted his position just a little to put his dick within reach of the mouth of this guy, he grabbed the chance. Then James waited for maybe a minute before he turned over and started sucking the guy on his other side. Again, this set off a nice domino effect - the guy who was sucked felt how wonderful that was, and didn't think he could do anything less to his mate on the other side. Of course, there was some shuffling of feet and bodies to make sure that everybody could both be sucked and suck at the same time, but within a few minutes, we had managed even that.

The sensation was wonderful. Of course, I almost couldn't move, as I didn't want to disrupt the guy who was - very amateurishly - trying to suck my cock, at the same time as I was eating the big pole of the cool accountant. However, the quality of the sucking was not the real issue, as just the idea of what a little nudging could do for guys we hadn't known even ten hours earlier, was mind-blowing. At the same time, I decided to give the accountant an experience to remember, and made every effort to get him to - and keep him on - the verge of orgasm. Then, after a long, long time, I knew he was coming soon, and I decided to stop blowing him and going back to jerk him off. Within two minutes, his sperm was shooting across his stomach and chest. He groaned so loudly that everybody understood what was going on, and one by one, everyone else also came within a short time. Actually, I was the last one to come - and everybody had leaned back, exhausted, but watched as the unskilled guy next to me was trying to get me to come. I'm not sure he would ever have managed if we were alone, actually, but the situation and the eyes of all these guys made it for me. "I'm coming", I said, but he didn't seem to want to hear. I said it once more, but he just kept licking and sucking, so I had no choice but to shoot my load directly in his mouth. I heard a slight "wow" from one of the guys, as my friend didn't stop licking till there was nothing left to lick...

There was a certain tension after everybody had come, as two or three of the guys seemed to have second thoughts, and they gathered their clothes and got going. The rest of us actually slept around in the apartment, but went each to our places in the early morning. I'm sure at least two or three of these guys are game for a three-, four- or fivesome or something again, if they're invited. I've certainly kept their phone numbers, for use on some winter day when there's nothing fun to be done outdoors. It'll be fun.

As I mention, James and I have been doing small stunts all summer. Most of the times, people have just laughed and walked on - leaving us to have fun on our own (which has also been good). However, in lucky circumstances, you will come across a bunch of guys who can be "guided" into a kind of fun they didn't know they liked. I'm sure James and I will do more attempts later...

Friday, August 29, 2008

Have you ever jerked off...

(Here are the results of the poll which 183 people have answered)

in a plane? 42 (22%)
on a beach? 97 (53%)
in a locker room? 81 (44%)
in a forest? 111 (60%)
in front of more than one other person? 95 (51%)
on webcam? 52 (28%)
while being photographed? 42 (22%)
in a swimming pool? 88 (48%)
none of the above 9 (4%)
Votes so far: 183

Personally, I haven't jerked off in a plane yet, actually, but I've tried all of the other places... If anyone has any good stories to tell, please use the comment field!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Finding a real-life mate on the net

I'm sorry for not writing in a while - but one does have to live as well, to get something to write about... :-)

I do spend a lot of time looking around on the internet, but rarely do I find the homepage of someone I've previously had sex with. That happened to me a time ago, when I stumbled upon Queerjames' blog. In one of the posts, he had a photo of himself, and I thought I recognized him from a boating trip the year before. He answered that he wouldn't mind meeting me again - and also suggested that I should blog about the boat trip where we had met. (His photo seems to be gone now, but he also links to his Gaydar profile, where there are a few, and he also left a photo in my guestbook.)

I'll certainly write more about the boat trip later - we were seven or eight guys who got naked as soon as we could, and when we found a place to anchor the boat that seemed a bit deserted, we all got to the fun part. Actually, queerjames was occupied with other people most of the time, and I was having fun with some really cute ones, but in the end I ended up sucking him, and he came in my mouth. But as I said; more about that later.

The point right now is that we decided to meet. I believe it was in the middle of June, and we've been enjoying the summer in Oslo ever since that. It's not that we want regular boyfriends or anything, it's just that we have similar interests and have had so much to explore together - beaches, camping, lakes... It's been great and sexy.

Of course, I'll tell all about it later - in more graphic detail. This small note was just to tell why I havent' had the time to write much lately...

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Should I be in porn?

I've had people ask me, "If you're really that turned on by people seeing you nude, why aren't you in porn?" That's a very good question, especially as I'm turned on just by the thought of doing porn.On the other hand, it's not that simple.

There are many aspects to an answer. One thing is that just the fact that porn seems like the "ultimate" thing to do, also makes me ask myself "What should I do after that?" If I'm already having sex in a porn film, wouldn't that destroy the thrill of being seen naked on a beach?

Another thing is that I'm of course worried about "what people would say". And after all, the exhibitionism is all about being turned on by the POSSIBILITY that people might see me, while porn would turn that into a CERTAINTY.

I have considered it, though. About a year ago I was in London for a little weekend, and met a cute guy at a gay bar who I ended up going home with. He put on a video which turned out to be a professional porn video featuring him, and he asked me if I had considered doing porn. Needless to say, the video and the question had exactly the intended effect - I got turned on and we had great sex. But the question stayed with me, and in the morning I asked him what I should do if I wanted to try it. He gave me a phone number.

So later that day, I made a call. I was asked to come visit "for us to have a look at each other", and I accepted this. On the subway to the place, I was thinking a lot on whether I would actually dare to go through with this, and how cool it would be.

It turned out that they were in the middle of doing a shot in an apartment - for which they didn't need any more guys. And I just had the chance to talk to the people in charge for a few minutes in between the takes. I got the impression that I would be more than welcome to do a test shot - they even proposed that I could come back two days later. The whole thing seemed very professional, and the guys who were doing the shoot seemed very content - and they were VERY sexy. So actually, I felt quite flattered that I was actually even considered as "good enough" to be part of this. I decided that I would come back to find out more.

Two days later, I was back. The setup was very much like what you can see in countless videos online: there was a bed and there was a camera. They told me that the whole point of this shot was just to see if I could "perform" on camera. They also told me that as I hadn't yet signed a contract, they would not be able to publish the video without my consent - and therefore I wouldn't get paid either (unless we decided otherwise later). Everything of this was okay for me, and I got ready for the camera.

Of course, I was worried that the situation would somehow magically remove my excitement, as I've heard so much about how hard it is to "keep it up" in such circumstances. Well, that wasn't a problem for me. Just looking at the camera made me hard long before I got my clothes off, and I answered some silly questions about how much I wanted to be in porn while I removed first my t-shirt, then my trousers and my socks. I remember being asked if I enjoyed being naked, and I told them that I'm going to nude beaches as often as I can. "Does that mean that you don't have a tan-line?" the "interviewer" asked, and I pulled down my boxers to show that I had an all-over tan. (This was in August or September, I think, so I had a whole summer at nude beaches behind me.) Of course, I kept pulling down my boxers until the whole, erect cock were in full view of the camera.

"Nice", he said, and then he asked if I wanted him to put on some porn while I was jerking off. "I don't think that will be necessary", I said, because I was thrilled and horny. I knew that at the moment this thing was over, I could probably sign a paper that would mean that this video might be released somewhere - at least on some website for this firm. I knew that the people in front of me wanted to help me be jerking off in front of an unknown number of people. Actually, I was so excited that I knew I could come almost anytime, so I asked them if they preferred me to hold back and then to come at some particular moment, or if I should just come as soon as possible. Of course, they liked to get this choice, and asked me to wait for five minutes and then come. This was the part which was a bit difficult, because I kept jerking off, tried to think of something else but at the same time wanted to look into the camera and to keep hard. But I managed fine, and - probably just to test me - the guy told me that it would be nice if I could come in 15 seconds. By this time I had problems "thinking of something else", and was very glad I could stop trying. By now, I was lying on my back on the bed, and the cameraman was coming closer to get a close-up of the shot. I went back to thinking of the hundreds and thousands of people who might see this video, and quite quickly shot a nice, huge load over my chest and stomach. It felt good, and I smiled. "Do you ever eat your cum?", the voice said, and I took my right hand to my mouth and licked off the sperm there. Then I grabbed a bit more of the cum from my stomach and licked that off my fingers as well - and all the time I was thinking of my "audience" and smiling.

So what happened afterwards? Well, the company seemed very interested to keep in touch, and they talked about a project a month later. However, I was going back to Norway, and back in Norway my brain stepped in. Although being in porn seemed a dream come true, it would still mean releasing pictures into the world that I would forever lose control over - pictures that couldn't even be dismissed as "not my fault" (my planned response if nude photos of me from beaches or other "innocent" settings should appear online). In an ideal world, I could shoot the videos but decide myself when (or if) they were to be published, but I knew things didn't work like this. So I chickened out.

I still dream of being in porn. And I know that if I want to do it, I should do it within five or ten years - while I'm still "young". Obviously, I still have the contact details of the company in England (who has also called me a few times - both to ask if I've changed my mind and if I would agree to put the test video online), and from time to time, I look at the phone number and consider going to London for a little trip...

(By the way: don't worry. I do, from time to time, make small amateur videos of myself with a video camera that I've got. Just for my own enjoyment - but with the option of putting them online at some time in the future, if I want to...)

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Where are all my nude photos?

These days, I try to be careful about where I put nude photos of myself - I don't want to have them all over the internet. However, there are already so many photos I have no control of, that may be published somewhere online. As most guys, I'm ambivalent towards that: I don't want my family to see them, but at the same time get turned on by the idea that guys around the world may be looking at my photos...

I don't even have any idea of how many photos and even videos of me that are floating around. For instance, when I started having webcam sex, I didn't worry about this at all. I loved to go to sites (such as anywebcam.com) where several people could watch at once, and didn't mind showing my face, my dick and everything else. Nowadays, I mostly only do webcam sex with one person at a time, and even then try to be a bit more careful.

Of course, I know photos were taken when I was doing the nude run when I was a russ, but I also remember other parties and camping trips in which cameras were used a lot. At the time, I just enjoyed getting nude, but now I realize that I haven't even seen the photos that were taken.

In addition, there are of course all the photos that have been taken at nude beaches and places like that. Even last week, a guy asked if he could take a photo of me at the nude beach - and of course, I let him.

I also wonder what happened to the photos that were taken during a photo shoot two or three years ago. I had met a guy online who said he was a photographer, and he complained that he had difficulty getting models. I asked what kind of models he wanted, and he said that he simply wanted guys to model nude for him. Preferrably outdoors. Obviously, I couldn't resist offering to help, so we decided to meet at the harbour in Oslo - then we would sail to some uninhabited place somewhere. As usual, I threw off my clothes as soon as I could, and he had a hard time both controlling the boat and taking photos at the same time.

We anchored and landed on a tiny beach, and he started to take some photos. However, while he was doing this, two other guys arrived from some small path. My photographer asked me if they minded that we kept doing this, and they said that they didn't mind. They didn't seem completely indifferent, however, as they decided to sit down quite close to us. Then the two guys undressed, and the whole situation led to a solid hard-on on my part. This didn't make the guys any less interested - and I saw that their dicks started to harden as well. And the photographer kept taking his photographs...

It was amazing to be photographed on a beach, standing there naked with a raging hard-on, and with two totally unknown guys watching. They didn't seem at all embarrassed that they were also erect. So when the photographer suggested that I touch my dick, I didn't hesitate. I started doing some "gestures", but it didn't take long before I was jerking off for the camera. Knowing everything was still photographed, I found the whole thing very hot, and I was on the verge of coming many times. In the end, I lay down on a towel, raised my dick as high as I could (only my heel and neck touching the towel) and jerked off until I came. The load of cum made a nice little pool on my stomach, and I rested on a beach for a while, hearing the constant clicking of the camera.

We got back on the boat, but as the boat went back out to see, we saw two guys on the beach starting to jerk each other off.

The day had been a huge success - except that I didn't ever speak to the photographer again. I never got copies of the photos. I don't know what happened - maybe he just had to change his email address in a hurry, these things happen. But a few months ago, I saw a photo which I'm pretty sure was taken on this day. It was posted on a Flickr group, and showed a close-up of a dick (mine) at this beach. I asked the guy who had posted the photo if he knew the rest of the series, but he claimed he'd only found this one at some other site. So maybe the photographer is keeping me anonymous - or maybe he's planning to post the rest of the shoot some day. I just don't know...