Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The (sex) life of James part 2

The (sex) life of James part 2

James turned 18 in August 2003. His blogs tell a lot about the next few years of his life, so I’ll keep referring to them as the interview progresses.

JK: In a blog post, you mention a party at Alex’ place in the autumn of 2004 – or was it 2003?
QJ: Hm… You’re right, it must have been 2003. Does it really say 2004? By 2004 I was in university… Anyway, that last year of school was great. There were parties and then, of course, in the spring: the great russ celebration.
JK: Yes, we’ll get to that. But was this party with Alex the first time you had sex with a schoolmate?
QJ: Yes, I think it was. It was the first time with a classmate. I remember fooling around with a guy who was in 3rd grade (age 18) when I was in 2nd (age 17), so it wasn’t technically the first time with a guy from school. But a classmate was different, of course – it’s a guy you meet every day.
JK: How come everyone seemed to want to have sex with you?
QJ: Well, when I look at my photos from that time, I realize I looked quite all right. But then 18-year olds are also often eager to have sex, and I think there are lots of boys out there who are dying to try many things. I also think I was lucky enough to have a reputation for being experienced and still discrete. Boys can be experienced without being called sluts, and I guess many guys saw me as a safe way of getting to try things they didn’t dare try with others… Maybe that was Alex’ plan all the time?

From the blog:
"Alex was already having a swim in the swimming pool. I came towards the pool in my boxer, and Alex asked if I would like to jump in. I said that I didn't really have any other underwear, and wouldn't like it to get wet. The photo reminds me of the moment when Alex said: "We can swim in the nude", while pulling down his swimming trunks. […]

At that time, I had only experienced swimming nude alone, and liked it a lot. This was something very different, though - we pretty soon ended up embracing each other, and I suddenly felt his hard cock against my belly. It all ended up with some hot oral sex right next to the pool under the blue sky, with Alex assuring me that his parents would not be home for another few hours. That turned out to be a bit optimistic, though, as we heard a car in the driveway as we were lying there looking at each other. Getting my boxer back on was all I could do before Alex' father was looking at us. He was probably so relieved that the house was still standing that he didn't think twice about why a dripping wet guy was standing next to his pool wearing a dry boxer shorts..."]

JK: You also say in your blog that you had sex with him several times. You were still living at home, right? Where did you have sex?
QJ: Well, with Alex it was simple – he was living in this big house and his parents were away lots of the time. But other than that, having sex was always a problem. I could almost never do that at home, so all other opportunities were used. I think that in that school year I had sex in toilets, on a beach, in a car… And with Alex, we also had sex at school. I didn’t always want the possibility of an audience, they were simply the only places we could find. That’s also partly why I insisted of finding a dorm to live in instead of staying at home when I started at the university.
JK: What about girls? Sex with them was never an issue?
QJ: Sex with girls has never given me the same pleasure as sex with guys. In my youth I had sex with a few girls at parties, but it wasn’t something I consciously tried to do. I can blame the alcohol!  But I don’t mind girls being around when I’m having sex – a girl as part of a threesome is quite all right.
JK: You’ve also always been good to persuade others to be naked with you – even in school?
QJ: I guess you’re thinking about the one time that all the boys in my class jumped into the swimming pool at the school in the nude? Well, I don’t remember being the one to take the initiative there – actually, I think it was a comment by someone else that I jumped upon. But yes, I have certainly tried to encourage guys to do what they always wanted to do… :-)

[From the blog:
“After PE, we had a shower and often saw the tempting sight of a deserted swimming pool. Obviously, there was a time that we fell for the temptation and had a little swim - in the nude. We were 18 at the time (last year in school), and thought it very exciting to swim in the nude and to know that at any moment one of the other doors to the swimming pool could swing open and someone could see us... (I guess our young bodies were also excited to feel the water passing our genitals while we were swimming.)
After swimming for a few minutes, someone (Petter) was found out for having an erection. Obviously, he was teased for this, and he was embarrassed, so he wanted to go back to the showers. However, a couple of the other boys held him back, and turned him around for all of us to see (while poor Petter were moaning "What if the girls come now - let me go!") All of this ended up in the showers, where we all - five horny pupils - were looking at each others erections. In this mood, we all probably wanted the same thing, and I'm forever grateful to Martin, who jokingly said that there was only one way to get rid of the erection quickly. So we all took care of our own cocks, masturbating while looking at all the others, and trying to hear if someone was coming from somewhere (it was the last lesson of the day, so the chance was slim). We all came quite quickly, and afterwards we all were (or pretended to be) a bit shy and embarrassed, so we got on our clothes, went each our way and never talked about it... (Well, actually, it was talked about at one or two parties, but only when we were too drunk to be taken seriously...)”]

JK: And then there was the “russetid” – the long celebration that 12 years of school was over. What part did sex and nudity play there?
QJ: Well, the “russetid” is mostly about alcohol, nudity and sex, as I’m sure you know. Almost all Norwegian 18-year olds take part in lots of parties, they try to score “points” for being nude in different situations (as well as drinking) and then, obviously, often end up having sex. And my priority was clearly nudity and sex. But I seem to remember you also have blogged about your russetid. (http://historiesofsex.blogspot.com/2008/05/norwegian-russ.html)
JK: That’s for another post, James. Don’t try to change the subject… :-)
QJ: But you’re right – the “russetid” was wonderful. Being naked in public was one thing, but being naked in public with lots of guys was something different. And since it’s a tradition, we could do whatever we wanted without people being too upset. I had the best of times.
JK: So where were you naked during your “russetid”, actually?
QJ: Well, I ran down Karl Johan naked as any good russ should. And I was naked at the beach at Bygdøy. We also had a tendency to end up naked at almost every russ party there was – some of them outdoors but most of them at someone’s home. And then it often ended up with sex – which was explained the next day by blaming the drinks…
JK: Do you think all teenagers act like this when they’re russ?
QJ: No. I think there has to be one or two guys who are eager to do it and have a certain position within the group. But as the “point” system is so established, nobody wants to be the one not to be naked. So it works quite well as soon as there is a tiny amount of peer pressure to begin with.

[From the blog:
“I remember very well the night when I ran down Karl Johan. We organized it like this: A couple of us were to take off our clothes at the edge of the park at the very end of Karl Johan. Then our "russ car" would take our clothes down to the other end of the street (a ten minutes walk - but we were running, of course), where we would get in the car and get dressed. Taking off the clothes was ok, because there were bushes, but we certainly felt very nude as soon as we started running in the street. It was late at night, but obviously we met a few people who were going home from some night club - they just jeered. It felt like we were running for an awfully long time, but when we got down to the Central Station, there was no car... So we just had to "hang around", completely nude, while other cars were passing. At last, our car arrived. They had been stopped by police, who wanted to check if they were sober (the driver was, luckily...) That's their story, anyway. But later, some pictures of us standing there waiting surfaced - taken from a little distance away...
Another tradition in Oslo is to go to Bygdøy (a green peninsula) to have a nude swim together. Some of us enjoyed this so much that this became the usual way of ending the night's partying. Again, it was great fun to strip naked with my dear and beautiful friends. The swim in itself was cold and short, but worth it...”]

JK: I thought we could call it a day as soon as we got to the point when you became a student, as that really started a whole new phase in your life, I guess. But the summer of 2004 was also eventful?
QJ: It was. I felt free in a new way. I knew that I would have my own apartment in a dorm from August, and in the mean time I wanted to spend as much time outdoors as I could. And this freedom also meant that I was far more carefree than before also when it came to nudity. For instance, going to the nude beach and getting an “accidental” hard-on became routine for me this summer. Seeing interested men on the beach, checking them out and having sex in the woods also became something I did. I started to go to public parks in a pair of shorts with high visibility (easy to peek) and so on. And I also went on my first boat trip in the Oslo fjord with naked guys – that’s a favourite.
JK: One of the camping trips is described in great detail in your blog… What you describe there surely couldn’t have happened with just any couple?
QJ: No, but by this time I started to choose my friends. I mean, until you finish school you pretty much have the friends that are in your class. Once you finish, you start to have more of an influence – you pick people that you sense may have the same view of life as you do. I don’t remember exactly what I thought before going on the trip with Erik and Anne, but I’m quite sure I had some kind of feeling that they were a cool couple.
At this point James had to go, so this ends the second part of the interview. But here I find it okay to include the full blog post about the camping trip. More of the interview will follow later.

[From the blog:
The summer after finishing high school (at age 18) I was invited to a camping trip by Erik and Anne, a couple I know. The plan was to walk a few miles north from Oslo and to find some place near a lake to put up the tents. They had also invited Jonas, another friend of theirs. I had nothing else to do, so I decided to accept the invitation.

I didn't know Jonas in advance, but he turned out to be a nice – and good-looking guy. We talked all the way. We were all fit, so the walking was no problem, but it was a warm summer day, so we got really hot, and the last mile or so our thoughts (and the conversation) was only on getting to the lake to cool off.

When we got there, Jonas threw off his clothes and dived into the water before I could even get my backpack to the ground. I remember thinking he was gorgeous, and decided to get into the water as soon as I could. Soon, I was swimming next to him shouting “This is good!” It really was – it was incredibly refreshing. And while swimming and fooling around in the lake, I managed to catch a glimpse of Jonas' body now and then – a muscular chest, slim waist and great legs. I loved it. How would I get through the night in a tent with him without trying to touch him? (Of course, Erik and Anne would have the other tent.)

Erik and Anne hadn't joined us in the water yet. I got an idea – this brilliant moment should be documented! So I shouted out to Anne: “Take a picture of the sexy nude boys in the lake!” Anne ignored me, but Erik found the camera in my backpack and took a picture even before Jonas had the time to react. “I'll actually make a whole series of it”, said Erik, “I'll keep taking pictures until you are back on the shore to help us with the tents.” I did see his point – it was already getting darker and we really should get the tents up before it got too dark. So I headed for the shore, amid the sound of the camera clicking. Jonas also came up, reluctantly, even holding his hands in front of him. It looked very strange in this situation – until I realized that he actually had a hard-on! I decided to ignore it, and instead just said to Erik: “Make sure to take a few more of Jonas!” while I put back on my shorts.

The rest of the evening was uneventful – we had some food and sang a few songs – and I realized that I was about to fall in love even with the voice of Jonas. But I kept wondering why he got the hard-on. Was it the camera or was it me? I decided to find out. So when it was time to go to bed – I made sure I was first. I undressed and lay down on top of the sleeping bag – with the small light in the tent on. I wanted to see him undress while seeing me nude – and hoped for a reaction. He entered five minutes after me, sat down on his sleeping bag and – this is my theory – tried to avoid looking at me, while stealing a glance now and then. “I love sleeping in the woods,” I said, while following his every move, “I feel so free.” He looked at me, but seemed a tiny bit embarrassed. He hadn't started to undress yet, but realized that it would seem strange if he didn't start soon. He took off his shirt, and I saw once again his wonderful torso. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but was interested to see what would happen next.

He spent ages taking off his shoes, while we were pretending to talk about the pleasures of camping. He said: “And tomorrow morning we can have a bath before breakfast!” “Yes, another photo opportunity!”, I smiled. Jonas hesitated, then he said: “Well, actually I think you guys could have asked. I was caught a little off guard...” “Off guard?” I said, “I think you seemed quite ready for action.” I laughed. I realized that I had to push the subject into the open. Luckily, he laughed as well. “Yes, I was. I am now, too,” he smiled and looked down at his shorts. I could see that whatever was there was not entirely soft. At this moment I couldn't hold my own dick (which had, after all, been on view for almost half an hour) back anymore. It started to rise. I decided to make a bold move. “You're not a quick undresser,” I said, “Mind if I help you?” He didn't protest as I leaned over and tugged down his shorts. He didn't even protest when I maneuvred between his legs and softly reached out my hand to start masturbating him. And within a minute he had reached out for my cock as well. We ended up laying on our sleeping bags smiling at each other, after two great orgasms.

For some reason, we woke up early in the morning. Jonas immediately headed for the lake, and I followed. We wrestled a little with each other, but again we realized that we were both getting erections. I led Jonas to a sit down on a large stone on the shore, and started working on his dick with my hand a little. Jonas looked intently at Erik and Anne's tent, but there were no sound from there, so he let his urges take control. I let go of his dick for a moment, and starting caressing his nipples. Then I let my upper lip touch his dick for a fleeting moment. Jonas was a bit surprised but certainly not unpleased, so I contined working on it. From time to time I almost came, but then I rested for a little, just kissed his dick softly until I knew he could stand it a little longer.

Having great sex means giving all your attention to the emotions and feelings flowing from your partner. Therefore, it's quite possible to have sex without noticing everything that goes on around you. Suddenly, however, I felt someone touching my dick. It took a few seconds before my eyes realized that it was Erik who had finally woken up. He certainly wanted to be part of the game, and I enjoyed it all even more. However, I worried about Anne – she hadn't even seen me nude before the day before, I wasn't sure she would be happy to see me sucking a friend while being jacked off by her boyfriend. My worries was misplaced, though – Erik said softly: “We saw you from the tent – should we go back to our tent where it's more comfortable?” We did.

I won't tell all the details of this morning. I'll just tell you that breakfast was quite late this day. My camera was used quite a lot, and I think I took part in most of the possible combinations. However, I was more pleased by Jonas' mouth than by Erik or Anne's mouths, and gave him a bit more attention than I gave the others. And, when the time came for all of us to go back to town, both Jonas and I realized that we did in fact have another few days off, so we stayed there – except for a little trip to town to stock up on condoms, film and food..."

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The (sex) life of James part 1

As I’ve told you, I’ve had problems writing about my life recently – I just haven’t found it interesting enough. Then one day as I was trying to blog, I realized that maybe it would be a cool idea to write about someone else. I immediately thought of James, who I have known for quite some time. I knew that he was keeping a low profile recently, but I imagined that maybe he would be willing to let me “interview” him, to write something about him. I started to reread his blog, and I found that this could indeed be the start of a whole series of postings just about James. And after James, maybe someone else?

So here’s what I did – I sent James a message asking if I could interview him for my blog. He accepted, and we decided to do it by Google Talk. So I started to prepare the first questions and we had a talk. It turned into more than one talk, but I’ll come back to that. Then I have edited and translated everything into English. So here it is. And he also accepted that I include some of his blog postings as well, as they tell the stories better than I could retell them. So here it is: The (sex) life of James.

JK: First of all, what personal details could you give me? Date of birth?
QJ: I’m born August 5th, 1985. I was born just outside Oslo, so I’ve lived in or around Oslo all my life.
JK: Judging from your blog, you didn’t really discover sex until age 18. How about the time before that?
QJ: I’ve been very careful in my blog not to make it seem like some sort of child porn thing. That’s why I’ve mostly picked events that happened after I turned 18 – or at least left out my age from the stories that I couldn’t keep from telling. In reality, I was just as sexually active at age 16 as at age 18, I would say.
JK: So when did you first have sex?
QJ: You’re not going to get me to tell that story – for much the reason I’ve just told you. But I guess I was 14 or 15. So I wasn’t really incredibly young.
JK: Was that about the same time that you discovered exhibitionism? There’s a cool blog post about you being naked in your bedroom window as a routine for months.
QJ: That would be at about that time. I started to realize that just the thought that people might see me from outside, turned me on, so I started undressing before closing the curtains. Of course, this quickly developed – I started to look out for opportunities of being naked. At one stage the favourite was going to the swimming pool with a swimming trunk that was a bit too loose – so everytime I dived into the water, the trunk would be around my knees. I’m not sure anyone saw that, but it was a thrill. Of course, today that would be pathetic.

Here’s an exerpt from the blog post I mentioned:
“I certainly remember my "routine", of course - often, this simple act of exhibition turned me on and I had to take care of my raging hard-on before going to sleep. [..] I remember sometimes seeing - or having a fantasy about seeing - a face in one of the windows opposite mine.

I also remember, though, that a few times I went to the bed and jerked off BEFORE closing the curtains. I wonder whether he saw me those times. I'll have to write him a reply. I also wonder what happened in his bed after I had closed my curtains... :-)”

JK: What about nude photos - when was the first nude photo of you taken?
QJ: At that time, before the digital camera revolution, taking a nude photo of yourself and handing it in to be developed felt much more daring than simply being naked in front of someone. So that took quite a while. I think I must have been as old as 17.
JK: But you seem to have enjoyed that part of it, as far as I remember from your blog? Didn’t you rather bask in the attention of the photo shop guy?
QJ: I was terrified of what would happen – at the time I didn’t even know if it was legal to hand in nude photos to such shops. Most of the photos were quite innocent nudes, but there was an erection or two as I got excited. But when I realized that the guy was both beautiful and seemed to enjoy the situation, I grabbed the chance…

From a blog post:
"Of course, for me, using an old-fashioned camera was part of the thrill when I took the first nude photos of myself. Granted, the photos didn't get as good as they could have, but the excitement I got from handing the photos in to the gorgeous guy at the local photo shop, was more than compensation enough. (He couldn't hide a smile when I picked up the photos, and he asked - as he probably has to - if I wanted to check out the photos there and then. They had a policy that you could return any photos you were not happy with, as long as you did it immediately. So I took the photos out of the bag, and slowly leafed through them with him staring from two metres away. More on this later...)"

JK: In your blog on this encounter, you said “More on this later”. But I haven’t found more on this?
QJ: Well, nothing more happened at the moment. But the third time I handed in my film, when I asked when the prints would be ready, he said: “They should be ready tomorrow evening – why don’t you check if they’re ready just before closing time?” Of course, I understood this “code” and turned up at closing time. He lead me to the back of the shop where the photos were finished – but he evidently was eager to see “the real thing”. And I didn’t protest.
JK: Wow. What happened to all the nude photos?
QJ: I still have them. I think all of them have been posted online at some point, when I got a thrill out of that. At least I think I posted all on Flickr, but I was banned there. So at the moment I don’t really know if all of them are out there somewhere, and I don’t really care.
JK: Where were the photos taken?
QJ: Well, the first ones were taken in my room at home. I also took some photos at a beach a bit later – on a not too warm day, so there were noone around. And later, of course, I’ve taken photos almost everywhere.
JK: Well, there’s so much more I’d love to ask you, but perhaps we continue this a bit later, as we are approaching the period of your life that you’ve blogged most about.

James agreed to that, and the next part of this interview will arrive soon.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Favorite blogs part 1

Here are my favorite (sex) blogs. To create some suspense, I'll divide it into two postings... :-)

7. Runksidan Blogg
8. Sizing Up
9. exhibitionist
10. Boy Oh Boi

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Good ideas? - send them to me!

I'm feeling bad for blogging so little lately. Especially when I see comments telling me that there are actually people out there who would like me to blog more often.

Basically, there are two problems. The first one is that I need to be "in the mood" to blog. Blogging about sex is great when I feel like it, but dreadful when I don't. And lately I've just haven't felt like it too often. The other problem is that I often feel that my sex life is too boring. After all my posts about being naked in public, having hard-on in public showers and so on, I can't find the energy to write a post about the "everyday sex". For instance: the last time I had sex was two days ago. I went out to a gay bar, met a cute guy, we talked and had beers and ended up in his apartment. He was sexy, the sex was hot and I had a lot of fun, but I don't know how to put it into a blog post. Also, how could I write a hot blog post about jerking off on webcam...

So - any good ideas on what I should blog about would be helpful. Also: if you have good stories that I could post (or just link to) that would be great as well.

(I know that I could also start writing pure fiction - I just got an idea of describing a perfect holiday from my point of view. Maybe I'll do that - but will you read it?)

Monday, November 30, 2009

Naked in the school's swimming pool

I know I've been bad. I haven't written anything here in weeks (months?). That's breaking rule number one for blogs: never leave it inactive.

I was reminded of my blog just this weekend when I (surprisingly) met a classmate from school at a café in Oslo. I didn't really spend so much time with him when we were in school, but he was nice enough, and when he approached my table, of course I was happy to talk to him. It turned out that he has been reading my blog for a while, and he liked what he read. He also had a story to tell me from when we were in school together, which was interesting. I asked him if I could retell it here, and he agreed, but asked me not to use his real name. So I'll call him Robert.

We were in the last year of high school at the time this happened (about 18 years old), and he had had fantasies for a long time about swimming naked in the swimming pool in school. I may have mentioned earlier that the swimming pool had doors both to the boys' showers and the girls' showers, as well as a door (only for teachers or for emergencies) leading straight into the schoolyard. So as he started to fantasize about this, he found the idea irresistible - it was such a sexy and risky idea.

In this grade, we had our swimming class in the period before the lunch break, so he figured out that he could stay behind and have the time to have a quick swim in the nude and still be out before the girls from 2nd grade would appear for their swimming class. So one day in November, he took his chances. When the teacher told everyone to get out of the water and have their showers, Robert went to the toilet. By the time he got out of there, the rest of the guys were about to finish their showers. Robert started showering as everybody else went out. He took his time, and finally he could hear that it had gotten quiet in the locker room outside. So he opened the door to the swimming pool. Nobody there, of course. Then he took a few, nervous steps into the swimming pool area. He told me that he could still remember the feeling very vividly - being naked in such a huge space, knowing that a door could open at any time, made his heart beat wildly. He walked towards the pool and dived in. The sensation of the water drifting by his body was wonderful.

He crawled quickly to the other side of the pool and then back. He considered getting back up, but knew that he had at least twenty more minutes before the next class would appear. So he swam across once more. His body was getting used to the temperature and his cock had started to swell because of the situation.

As he was getting halfway back again, he heard a noise. By this time he had turned to backstrokes, so he had to turn to see what caused the noise. In the door to the boys' showers, the gym teacher had appeared. He looked bemused. Robert was totally unsure what would happen. But the just closed the door and left, and Robert was alone again. He didn't want to push his luck any more, so after waiting for just one or two minutes, he went up. However, when he got back into the showers, the excitement came back to him, and he jerked off in the shower.

The teacher never mentioned it to anyone, apparently, but Robert got a surprisingly good grade in swimming, maybe attributable to his show of extra enthusiasm.

Robert said that he told me this story to show me that there were even more people in the class than I knew that had these experiences. To me, the story was very vivid as I know the pool and the teacher and the student, and its a wonderful and innocent exploration of exhibitionism.

After telling the story, Robert had to leave in a hurry (there was some meeting he was missing or something), but if you're still reading this blog: maybe we could pick it up sometime? A nice trip to a beach would be a good idea some time...

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Nude modelling

In my summer resolutions, I wrote that "From time to time, amateur photographers ask me to model for them. This summer, I'll say "yes" to outdoor nude shots at least three times."

In the end, I ended up modelling for four different amateur photographers. The photo shoots all went very well, and as it seems to be difficult for amateur photographers to find men that are willing to pose in the nude outdoors, I keep getting more requests from these photographers' friends.

But now that the instant thrill of being naked outdoors and being photographed is gone, I start getting second thoughts. As usual, it's about what will happen to the photographs. The understanding with the photographers was that the photographs will not be published in any form or at any time. But is it hopelessly naive of me to believe that they will never be published? Will I dare to keep being photographed based on such gentlemen's agreements?

I'm also realizing that the number of people who could see the photos need not be small even if the photographer does not *publish* them. Already, my friend James has told me that one of the photographers has put one of the photos of me in a frame and has it "on display" in his bedroom. James was there to be photographed himself (after a tip from me), so of course that's all right, but should I worry?

At the moment, I feel that I'm facing a stark choice: on the one hand, I feel that I should stop modelling, because I really do not want my co-workers and customers to see nude photos of me with a hard-on on some web site. On the other hand, I feel that I should just as well just forget those inhibitions and drop the no-publishing clause. After all, people should respect that I have an unusual hobby, shouldn't they?

Well, I'll keep thinking. And don't hold your breath waiting to see the photos published here...

Friday, October 2, 2009

The Kristiansand beach

Tremendi has asked me "What happened with your summer resolutions? We would like to hear about your experiences of wearing that skimpy/see-thru/mesh swimwear and stories from all the other resolutions you said you were going to do over the summer. How about another set of resolutions for the winter months?"

He's referring, of course, to my summer resolutions post in May. Thanks for trying to shake me out of my lazyness...

First of all: I've had a great summer, with plenty of things to write about, I guess, but now it's getting cold and we will soon have snow and I'll have to get back into the habit of blogging and communicating with people online if I'm not going to hibernate through winter...

Well, let me tell you about a little trip I had to Kristiansand this summer. Kristiansand is a city in the very south of Norway, and I went there to visit a cousin who I hadn't seen in a few years. Kristiansand has a nice (but crowdy) beach right in the middle of town, "Bystranda", so I knew that we would end up there. Therefore, I made an effort to choose suitable swimwear before leaving Oslo. Skimpy or mesh swimwear would not do there, I supposed, so I went for the see-through kind. I have several suitable ones in my "collection". One of the simplest ones is really just a white soccer shorts, except that I've removed the mesh inner brief that were included. I also have a pair of light blue briefs that also get semi-transparent when wet.

I arrived in Kristiansand in the early afternoon, and Pål (my cousin) soon asked if we should go to the beach to relax. Of course I agreed, put my white shorts and a towel in a bag and went off with him. As we got to the beach it was completely crowded, but we did find a few square feet to lie down on. We changed into our swimwear and ran into the water.

After playing around for a little there, Pål headed back towards the shore. I followed him. I couldn't get my mind from the fact that my shorts got almost completely transparent when wet, so I got a little semi-erect even on the way to our place. Then I lay down on my back and closed my eyes. I heard some girls to my right giggle, I could only guess about what. Pål had gotten surprisingly silent. I waited for a few more seconds, but had to see what was going on. I opened my eyes - and caught him staring at my transparent shorts. Moreover, I could see that he was getting a bulge himself. He quickly turned around.

After a while he had obviously gotten control of his dick again, so he turned around again. By this time, the shorts was almost completely dry, and there was not much to be seen. I had to hide a grin when he asked if we should go for another quick swim.

Actually, the whole thing went a lot smoother than I had expected. He obviously was turned on by my public "nudity", and the simple fact that he was turned on made it impossible for him to point out that my shorts were transparent. So I could keep pretending not to know. The next time we went out of the water, two teenage boys a few feet away were staring at me, and I stared back. They looked lovely, and I wished they were the ones wearing something transparent. But being watched by them was also a turn-on. I lay down on my stomach this time.

We stayed at the beach until after sundown, and by the time we were heading home, the beach was almost deserted - the boys from before were among the few people left. I decided to put on an extra show in their honor. So I turned in their direction, pretending to be looking at the town, wrapped my towel around me, removed my shorts and then "lost" the towel as I was picking up my briefs. Instead of grabbing my towel, I let it stay on the ground and quietly put on my brief - knowing that they were attentively watching every second my cock was free.

As we got back to the apartment at night, Pål made up the "bed" for me on the couch. We said good night to each other, and I started to undress. He stayed in the doorway looking at me as I pulled the t-shirt over my head, and he kept staying there as I pulled off my shorts. I had only my briefs left, and he was still hanging around. So I pulled off my briefs as well, and lay down on my back on top of the blanket. He said a soft "good night" and I heard the door shut.

(I guess I should write another post about what happened in the morning - in this post I wanted to concentrate on the beach part of the story...)

Sunday, August 30, 2009

The photographer

Right at the start of the summer, I went to the movies with a friend of mine (Tom) and another one of his friends. As we chatted after the movie, he mentioned that he wanted to be a photographer. "Actually, I'd like to learn to be a nude photographer," he said, "but there aren't many eager models". Tom looked at me and said "Well, Jo is a naturist, so I'm sure he wouldn't mind modelling?"

The "photographer" told me that that would have been great, as he was just starting out and wanted someone to experiment with. He didn't want to publish them or anything, he just wanted to work on his technique, lighting etc. So eventually, I agreed.

We decided that I would come over to his place the next weekend. He had a small apartment, but was obviously serious about his photography, as the equipment filled almost every space. We chatted a little at first, and he told me that he didn't really have much planned, he just wanted to see what he could do instinctively. So I undressed, and he started to take photos. As you know, I love being at the center of attention, and we had fun for a while.

It was getting hot in his tiny apartment with all the lamps on, so after a while, he threw away his shirt. I joked and said that I hoped he would undress further, but he didn't answer. Instead he said just "Could you get a hard-on?" I looked at him questioningly, but the only answer was a click from the camera. So I put a hand on my cock and touched it gently as my cock stiffened. He smiled - and took more photos. I removed my hand from my cock, but then he ordered me: "Keep jerking off!" So I went on jerking off, looking straight into the camera.

Once in a while, he went over to adjust a lamp or move it from one place to another, so I didn't actually jerk off for more than two or three minutes at a time. But in all, it took quite a long time. Every time I would think that I might be approaching something, he got occupied by something else for a minute, and I had to wait. Then it took a few minutes to get anywhere.

"Lie down on the bed", he ordered, and I got down on my back and kept jerking. Now I knew I would be coming, and I looked into his lense as I raised my hip up into the air, and he was clicking frantically as the cum splurted out over my stomach. Then, when it was over, he said: "Stay put! I'm not finished". Again, he quickly adjusted all his lamps, then got down on his knees next to me to shoot close-ups of my dick and the sperm covering me.

Then, as he had shot what he wanted, he pointed me to the bathroom and said that I could have a shower if I wanted. He himself went straight over to his computer to start transferring the photos from the camera. I had a quick shower, and then said goodbye and went back home.

And the strange thing is I haven't heard from him since. It was an interesting experience - it seems he was actually genuinely interested in the technical challenge of capturing the whole thing on film, and not as interested in the actual sex. While he never suggested that there would be anything else, I was still a bit surprised that he would show so little interest in me as a human being...

And then - as always when I'm photographed in the nude - I wonder whether the photos are safe or if they will somehow find their way online. So far, I haven't even seen them myself, so I guess he's keeping them to himself...

Monday, August 24, 2009

London sauna

Kelly has asked me when I will update you on my adventures this summer.

Well, it's been busy, and it still is, so I'm not sure when I will get into a good habit of updating my blog more often.

This summer, I've been a trip to London, and that was great. One night, I decided to go to a gay sauna, and I chose Chariots Shoreditch. I don't often go to saunas, mostly because I don't like the feeling of paying to get naked and have sex. London doesn't really have a lot of nudist places, though, so a sauna seemed like the right place to go.

I'm used to being the youngest guy in the room when I go to saunas - and I quite like that. That usually ensures that I will get some attention. I also tend to be carrying my towel over my shoulder instead of covering my cock with it. I really don't see the point of covering up at a gay sauna. I know some saunas have theoretical rules stipulating that you should keep the towels on (in the most public areas), but I've never had anyone complain. I've had people staring, though.

I started out in one of the jacuzzis, where two guys were already sitting. They were not particularly slow - I could feel a hand on my cock after maybe 20 seconds in the water. Of course, my cock got erect quite soon, but I thought it would be quite silly to be jerked off already, so I got up and went to the steam room for a few minutes. As I entered the sauna (which was not particularly hot, by the way), I got the attention of three of the men. Two of them must have been in their early thirties, while the third may have been in his mid-forties. Not bad-looking, any of them. They were looking quite interestingly at my erect cock.

You know how I feel when people stare at me, so obviously I couldn't help starting to jerk off a little. I was looking around the steam room. In the back, a guy was sucking another one. Otherwise, there was no action. Then a guy in his late twenties entered the steam room, saw me sitting there and immediately sat down right next to me. He seemed a bit perplexed, but I just kept jerking off, and with my left hand, I loosened his towel. He was a good-looking guy with a great, "normal" body and a cock quickly stiffening. I took hold of it with my left hand, and soon he took over my cock with his right hand. So now we were sitting there jerking each other off, with three people watching. That's what I like...

We went at it for maybe ten minutes, but then we both came and shot big loads onto the floor. The guys watching us had started jerking off themselves, but instead of watching that, I joined my new friend when he headed for the showers, and we soaped each other in.

I stayed at the sauna for maybe two hours more, mostly just resting in the jacuzzi, watching others having fun - as well as watching others watching me. A sauna is great fun at times - especially when there are no real alternatives...

Monday, July 27, 2009

Nude on the net

My friend James has published nude photos of himself on several websites. Myself, I don't want to do that, because I'm afraid it might interfere with my job later. So I asked him to write a little for this blog about why he chose to do that and what he thinks about it today. (His photos can be seen at Xtube, GayWatch, penest and Nakenprat.)

I'm always asking Jo Kristian why he doesn't publish some of the nude photos that he has of himself, and agreeing to write a little piece for this blog is part of my attempts to persuade him... I've seen some of the photos and I think there would be more than I who would like to see them...

Some of my first nude photos were taken with an old camera which I had brought to a beach. It wasn't even a nude beach, but it wasn't really the season for swimming yet, so I had the beach to myself for a little. So I undressed, set the timer, walked a few steps away and hoped I had aimed well. I had to get the film developed at a local photographer, and was very happy to see that they were okay, even though they were not particularly focused...

Actually, I remember that I walked right home from the photo shop and jerked off, thinking of how the local photographer must have been studying my photographs...

It was a significant step from this to publishing them on xtube, facebook, flickr and other sites. I think maybe Flickr was the first site I posted them. For a moment, they were private, but I soon posted them to lots of groups on Flickr. It was a strange sensation to see the "Viewed by" counters grow rapidly. To me, it felt like the ultimate exhibitionism, because I knew that at any time, people could download the photos, meaning that for the rest of my life, people could be watching me naked without me knowing.

Then, of course, there were comments, and it felt great to see that others - far away - liked my naked body. So I continued publishing. (Then I was thrown out of Flickr, then Facebook - but that's just temporary setbacks...)

Some people are afraid that the photos will interfere with their professional lives, but I don't think too much about that. After all, still people don't want to tell everyone that they surf Xtube etc. But actually, I did have a strange occurence last summer. I had applied for a job as a waiter, and the guy interviewing me seemed suddenly to look a bit strange at a point during the interview. He didn't say anything, and I got the job - but then a few days later he told me that he had recognized me from Xtube. It was a bit strange to have a boss who had seen me jerking off in videos on Xtube - but luckily, people who visit Xtube wouldn't ordinarily hold that against you...

So Jo Kristian, what are you waiting for? :-)

I guess lots of my readers also have published photos online - what are your thoughts? Is that "the ultimate exhibitionism" as James calls it?

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Nude runs

I'm fascinated by nude runs, nude cycling events and so on. It is quite obvious that lots of people want to be naked in public, but needs such an event to take the leap. It would be interesting to know how many people who have first been naked in such events, have thereafter been naked in public in other settings.

Or is it the other way round? Maybe the people who take part in nude runs have been secretly being nude in deserted places, and finally had the courage to be naked with lots of people around?

It is also interesting to see the amount of publicity such nude runs get. Is this a sign that there are lots of voyeurs in journalism? :-)

Sadly, I didn't go to Roskilde this year, so I could not take part in the nude run (or see the participants). So I guess I'll have to have my own nude run somewhere...

(Sorry for not blogging lately, by the way - I've been busy being naked on the beaches of Oslo in the warm weather we've had...)

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Party games?

The most successful party games I've started at a party with both gays and straights, girls and boys, was at a toga party back in high school. (I guess toga parties are well known everywhere? Everybody dresses up in one bed sheet (each), like the Romans.) We happened to be in the school, next door to the gymnasium. As people had had a little to drink, I introduced a military-style race, with hurdles to get over and ropes to climb.

Of course, as everybody who has ever been to a toga party will know, the fun starts when people start loosing control of their clothing, revealing more and more skin. By introducing this game, people got extra incentives for not caring too much about that, as they wanted to be faster than the other team. As it happened, by the time it was over, one of the girls had let her breasts hang out, while two guys had given up covering up altogether. Of course, the winning team was quickly given something more to drink, to keep them from getting any ideas of replacing their togas.

This was the perfect way of getting nudity going, and by the end of the night, only the shyest people still wore their toga.

Do you have any memories of great party games?

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Patrik's experience at soccer tournament

As promised, Patrik has told us a story from a soccer tournament. I repost it here to get it into the open - out of the comment field...

I remember very well the classrooms in which we slept during the Norway Cup tournament. Most players are staying at schools (which are closed for the summer holiday), sleeping on mattresses on the floor. My team of 18-year olds were staying in a classroom on the sunny side of the building, which meant that it was dreadfully hot when we were supposed to go to bed. Mehmet, one of my teammates, complained a lot about the heat, and in the end he said that there was no way he would wear clothes or a blanket in this heat. So he undressed completely and went to bed.

Of course, some of the other guys followed his example, so within minutes, the floor was full of naked guys. Then one of the guys started talking about whether the girls was doing the same thing in their classroom. There was talk on which of the girls were most beautiful and who we would like to see in the nude. Mehmet was next to me, and I noticed that he started to get a hard-on. He was a very beautiful guy with Persian looks, and a great cock. So as I saw him getting erect, of course I did too.

I thought for some moment if I should hide, but decided that I should rather play the heterosexual game – pretending that I only cared for girls and that I didn’t care about the naked guys in the room. So I said that “The thought of Anne in the nude makes me want to jerk off.” So I started to stroke my dick a little. Mehmet looked at my cock, and probably had some of the same thoughts: he said that he would rather think of Eva. So, within moments most of the soccer team was on their backs on the classroom floor jerking off. I glanced at Mehmet’s cock and he glanced at mine – and then we looked into each others’ eyes – and I know that he wasn’t really thinking of Eva. And then he shot a big load over his chest. A little moment later, I shot my load.

The mood changed immediately – everyone just used a towel or something nearby to clean up, and then pulled a blanket over their cock and pretended to go to sleep. I did so too. But I knew that if I did everything right, I would get to have fun with Mehmet again – and even closer…

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Amazing guy

Have a look at the new photos in the Mastermaster's website: they are just amazing. What a great-looking guy! (And his email address is included in the website.)

For readers of Scandinavian languages: also check out Runksidan, including the questionnaires of June, where yours truly have answered a few questions.

Friday, June 19, 2009

A visitor from abroad

I’ve explained before that I prefer not to plan ahead too much, and that I don’t really like to meet people online and then decide to meet each other – partly because it happens that people don’t turn up, which is a waste of time, and partly because both people will anyway spend time worrying about whether the other will be there, which is also a waste of time.

On the other hand, a couple of times I’ve gotten in touch with people who have been planning to visit Oslo – either through friends or simply online. A few times I’ve ended up inviting them to stay with me. I’ve been very careful not to raise expectations – I’ve just promised a key and a bed, with no commitment to being a guide around Oslo or to any other arrangements. And I’ve only done it a few days ahead of them coming to Oslo, as I don’t want to tie me down here if something interesting is coming up somewhere else.

Last year, a Czech guy named Pavel got such an invitation. He was to stay in Oslo for two weeks, and we had been chatted online a little in the weeks ahead. He had needed help finding what to see and do in Oslo on a tiny budget (which is not really a problem) and he had also reserved a room in the only cheap place in town (Anker Hostel). He had also asked about the gay scene, saunas, gay beaches and things like that, but we had not really talked about meeting each other while he was here, partly, probably, because I hadn’t been able to say that I would be in Oslo at all. But then, just three or four days before he was to travel to Oslo, I decided that I might as well invite him to stay with me. He seemed nice, I have no valuables worth stealing and has a spare bedroom anyway, which he could use without bothering me much.

When he arrived, he turned out to be not only beautiful (I had seen that in the photos) but also very charming, with a very cute smile. I showed him his bedroom and the bathroom and then offered him a coffee in the kitchen. I gave him the key and then just went through some basic “rules”: That he could come and go as he wanted, eat food (but preferably replace the basics, like bread and milk, when they were finished), do his laundry and so on. Then I added: “By the way, I tend to walk around in the nude in my apartment. Is that okay for you?” He smiled his cute smile and said that that was “perfect”. So we left it at that, and went on to discuss what he would do today and so on. He was planning to go to a concert and then go to some gay bar or something.

I stayed home, and was half asleep on the sofa watching tv when I heard the key in the lock. Pavel was back from town. He just looked into the living room for a moment to tell me that he would have a shower and was gone. I continued watching the tv show that I had already missed most of, but was gradually getting more awake. Then, five or ten minutes later, Pavel came back to the living room. Now he had showered, he had towelled off, and he had put his towel around his shoulder. Apart from that, he was naked.

I was pleased with this – I had been hoping that he would be relaxed about nudity. But I was more than pleased – he was a beautiful boy. I must admit that I have spent more time than I like to think of looking at Johan Paulik and his Bel Ami friends, and Pavel looked like he was from that same group of people. A slender body, but with a hint of muscles. Long, strong legs. And a thick and good-looking cock. I stared, and Pavel noticed, so suddenly I had to try to stop staring and try to act “normal”, whatever that is. I asked him if he wanted to sit down. He did. So he sat down next to me in the sofa, a bit closer than what would have been necessary if he didn’t want to be close to me.

Then he realized that the curtains were not closed. He pointed at the window and asked “Can’t people from the street look in?” “Yes, they can, if they walk close to the house and happen to look in our direction. Do you mind?” Pavel just smiled again, and I understood that he didn’t mind. There was another sign of that as well: his dick was stiffening. I stared again, guessing that he wouldn’t mind that either.

I watched as his cock got fully erect, and obviously my cock followed suit. Now it was his time to look. And he kept smiling.

I understood where this was heading, of course, but I felt a little uneasiness. I hoped he didn’t feel he had to have sex with me because he was allowed to stay in my place. But I couldn’t ask him that, as it would have sounded as I thought he was willing to sell sex to save a little money. So I just said, “I didn’t really expect us to…”, but he broke me off and said “I have a little complaint.” I was surprised. “Follow me”, he said. Then he took me to his bedroom and pointed at the bed. “How am I supposed to have a good time in Oslo with that? It’s an empty bed. No beautiful guy to have fun with!” He pretended to be upset, so I played along and lay down on the bed and asked “Better?” “Much better!” he said, and lay down next to me.

He kissed me. He kissed me wonderfully. Then he moved downwards, kissing my Adam’s apple, then my nipples, then my stomach. And then, finally, my cock. First, he gently let his tongue tap the base of my cock head, before he let his lips enclose it. Slowly, he moved down, letting more and more of my cock enter his mouth. I was constantly wanting him to move faster, but knew that the pace was just perfect. Then, when he had all my cock in his mouth, he let it go out again, but at the same time kept massaging it with his tongue. The speed rose gradually, the sensations flaming from my cock faster. I knew that I would come within a minute if I didn’t start concentrating on holding back, so I did that. But he was working my cock so skilfully that I knew that I would have no way of resisting the orgasm. Just as I was thinking that, however, he let go of my cock and moved up to my face again. He gave me a long kiss.

Now, I got the chance to taste his nipples and his stomach, and then I, too, could show my blow-job expertise. His cock was significantly thicker than average, and I could taste a little precum as I started working the head. I tried to press my lips together in a rhythm, but his thickness made it a bit difficult. But I managed to find a combination of movements whereby I had his dick almost fully in my mouth, but at the same time stimulated the underside of his dick head. It was very effective – he didn’t even give a warning before I felt the first burst of cum in my mouth. He seemed to try to withdraw, but as he was on his back with me on top, there was no way for him to do that, so I just kept going, taking another burst and then another. Then he stopped moving, and I knew that it would be just a moment before the pleasure would turn into a mix of pleasure and pain. He yelped, and I let him loose. Then I swallowed.

“I’d like you to come on my face”, he said. I moved, so that I was on my knees next to him. I was planning to jerk off, but he took hold of my cock and started to jerk me. After everything, I didn’t have much resistance to offer, so after just a few minutes of jerking, I shot a load. Some of it landed on his lips. He licked his lips and smiled.

Needless to say, these two weeks were wonderful. Pavel was the perfect guest, and I guess I was the perfect host. And now he is considering coming to Norway for a few weeks this summer as well. That would be a very interesting repeat.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Ask me anything answers 7

In a comment, Matt asks:

"I understand from your blog that you are happy about your dick size. Would you say that size makes a difference in your attitude to nudity?

Is exhibitionism tied to pride in a way?"

Good question! It made me think and to consider lots of the situations I've found myself over the years and how they have felt.

First of all, I'm very content with my size, both in its erect and in its relaxed form. But does this matter? And what do you think of when you say "nudity"?

There are certainly many reasons why I love to go to nude beaches, for instance. Just the feeling of being naked outside is great - I've always hated wet swimwear slowly drying against my skin. I also love watching other naked guys, of course. And I enjoy being watched. This third part is connected to the fact that I think I look fine. If I thought I looked ugly, or was ashamed about my cock, I would probably not have been nude that often. But I'm not sure that shame has anything to do with size - I believe that shame is something you learn (or stubbornly don't learn) from society around you, and that you can learn it no matter what your size may be.

The same goes for other situations in which I'm naked, for instance in showers where I tend to get a hard-on if there is anyone else around. I think it's wrong to believe that this is because I'm large - I think it's just because I'm not ashamed.

It may be different when I go down the street with a bulge. The size of the bulge is a point - I want those who notices the bulge to think that it is a big cock under there, not just to think that there is something there.

So my conclusion is that exhibition does not have a lot to do with size, except in certain circumstances.

Any comments, anyone? I know lots of exhibitionists are reading this blog...

Thursday, June 11, 2009


In a recent comment, Tommy told me about his experiences as a young soccer player in Oslo. He wrote to me in Norwegian, but I will give a brief version here:

He took part in a huge soccer tournament in Oslo, and got to know two guys from Oslo in addition to two boys from his own team. After their last match of the day, they went to Bygdøy to swim.

Tommy and his team mates had white shorts, while the others had black shorts, so after going for a swim, Tommy and his pals' shorts had gone transparent. The combination of this and looking at the nude beach on the other side, made them start getting hard-ons. They noticed that a few guys a bit further down the beach was staring, and instead of trying to hide their erections and let the shorts dry, Tommy made sure to have a new swim every time the shorts started to block the view. And the boys kept talking about things to keep the cocks up.

The whole day ended with the five boys finding a quiet place in the forest nearby, and jerking off together, and then going back to the town and to the school in which they were staying during the tournament. I would guess that living together with lots of guys in the school would give further opportunities in the rest of the days of the tournament.

Tommy is still playing soccer, and I would love to get some locker room stories from him - he must have experienced many more things than this. I also welcome experiences from other readers. Have you ever had such fun on a beach that it's worth telling about it here?

Friday, June 5, 2009

The Microsoft Porn search engine

Microsoft's new search engine Bing, has turned out to be a great resource for finding porn on the net.

  1. Point your browser to Bing.com.
  2. Make sure to change the country (upper right of the screen) to "United States".
  3. Choose "Videos" in the list to the left.
  4. Start searching. If you search for "Johan Paulik", for instance, you will get a message saying "THE SEARCH "JOHAN PAULIK" MAY RETURN EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT.To view these videos, turn off safe search."
  5. Turn off safe search.
  6. Enjoy! You now see 20 thumbnails. By holding the cursor over a thumbnail, the video starts playing, and you see if this is something you want to watch closer.

Of course, your favorite porn star's name is a good place to start. Bing even suggests other porn stars in the left menu ("Related people"). But other word combinations, like 'gay sex outdoors' or 'beach twinks' turn up interesting finds.

Any suggestions?

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Unexpected company at the lake

I keep thinking back to experiences in my past to find material for this blog, and just trying to recreate them is fun. Some of the stories I will have to keep to myself, or at least keep for later, as the other people in them are too easily recognizable to people who know me. Some of the stories I will write anyway, but keep to myself for the time being. Sometimes I get permission, of course, as with the stories involving James, but that’s just possible with the people I’m still in touch with. But in the story I’ll write today, which happened years ago, I don’t think people will recognize the guy I’m with. I will call him Kevin.

It was one of the hottest days of summer. Kevin and I had decided to go cycling into the woods to try to find a place where we could bath a little and be a bit cooler than in the dry city. We knew the area well, and knew where it was crowded and where it was not. After getting into the woods, we had been passing the occasional person walking, but then we hadn’t seen anyone for about ten minutes. We locked our bikes by the forest road and walked down a tiny path to a lake we had been to before. There were noone there. This was not surprising – with all the rocks it was not one of the best lakes to get into or out from. But it was quiet.

Of course, we had brought swimwear, but as we were all alone and as we were burning after cycling in the sun, we just tore off our clothes and carefully manoeuvred into the lake, trying not to be hurt on the sharp stones. This was particularly difficult for me, as I was spending most of my time looking at Kevin instead of looking down at where I was threading. We were good friends, but he didn’t know that I had a crush on him. And I hadn’t often seen him naked, so I had to make the most of it. He was getting quite tanned after spending a lot of time in the sun this summer, and he had a very clear tan line, showing that he usually wore a small bathing suit. His bum was therefore milky white. He was a quite skinny guy, although he had strong enough muscles to go faster than me on the bike if he wanted to.

Then finally we were a couple of metres from the shore and could start swimming. We were playing around like kids usually do, splashing water, racing each other, trying to “drown” the other one and so on. It was all good, clean fun, and very refreshing on this sunny day.

We had ended up maybe thirty metres away from our starting point (and our clothes) when Kevin suddenly said “Sssh!” He had heard some noises, and it was obvious from his expression that he didn’t enjoy the thought of being caught in the nude. At the moment, we were out of sight of our clothes, as a slab of stone stood out from the shore and was in the way, but Kevin swam carefully out – and then swam back to me. He didn’t say a thing, but I could see in his face that some people had found “our” place. Kevin gestured that we should get to the shore to avoid being seen by them, for instance when they started to take a bath. So we got up, as silently as we could.

Of course, everybody who has read my blog will know that I found this situation interesting even then. I was suddenly standing naked in the forest with a friend I had a crush on, and we had no way of getting back to our clothes without being seen by these people. Kevin whispered that it was two guys and two girls, and that they had been sitting on the shore maybe two metres from our clothes when he had looked. We discussed what to do, and as we quickly agreed that we would not want to go anywhere without our clothes, we should try to find somewhere a bit secluded so that nobody – not the four now blocking our way to our clothes nor anyone else – should see us. Luckily, we didn’t have to look for such a place for long, only a bit further away we saw a few slabs of rock with a small space between – surely it would be possible to wait between these for a while?

Sitting there in the sunlight with Kevin, naked, afraid of being caught, had the obvious effect on me. I got horny. I hope I will never be in a situation in which my life depends on me not being horny, because that will certainly make me get instantly hard… Kevin saw this, of course, but he tried to look at the lake or to look me directly in my eyes as he whispered to me, but he couldn’t avoid getting a bit hard himself. I don’t know if I’d heard the word “grower” yet, but I certainly saw one then – Kevin didn’t have a particularly impressive dick when it was soft – I had even heard him being teased that he could hide his dick behind his thumb. But now, he was just as big as me or even bigger.

My instinct was to try to keep his dick up, and I guessed that it was the danger that made him horny, so I said “It’s pretty exciting, isn’t it? If they swim halfway across the lake and just a little to the right, they’ll see us…” He shot a worried glance across the sea, but then he looked back at me – and not at my eyes this time, but at my fully erect cock. He laughed: “We could have played rock-scissors-paper to decide who should go back and get our clothes, but I guess none of us can with those raging hard-ons!” “Wow, it’s huge,” I said, and I saw that he enjoyed the attention. Anyway, we were now both so horny that I guess we could have said anything without changing the direction this was going. I pretended that I was sitting a bit uncomfortably, so I moved a bit closer to him. He moved a bit backwards and towards me, so that our dicks were on the same level. Then I, only tentatively, moved my hand towards his dick, and as he didn’t utter a sound of protest, I went on to feel how hard he was. In a flash of logic I remembered that he was left-handed and that it was nice that he was on my right, because now his hand sought my cock as well. We started, slowly, to jerk each other off. I looked at his face, then at his big dick and then at the lake, trying to figure out if the people had started swimming. Then I looked at his dick again. And within just two minutes, his cum was spurting out of his big cock, making drops of liquid on his skinny torso. As he came, he kept jerking me off, but changed his rhythm and his strength a tiny bit. I wanted to keep the cum away for a little longer, but I couldn’t resist. As he held my dick at a different angle than I had held him, my cum was shot into the air only to fall down on his hand.

“We can’t stay here all day”, I whispered, “and I guess you don’t want to be found here with cum all over your belly and your hand. So I suggest that we just have a tiny little swim, then get to the shore a bit away from them, and then go over to get our clothes, pretending not to worry about a thing.” I saw that Kevin liked the idea, and he nodded. So we got into the water to get the cum off, then got back up and walked towards the four people. Finally I could also see them clearly, and happily, I didn’t know them. They were young, but years older than us. The boys even were quite good-looking, sitting there bare-chested and flirting with the girls. They didn’t notice us before we were just a few metres away, and then Kevin and I did exactly as planned, we just walked quietly past them to get our clothes. The girls started to giggle violently, while the boys didn’t seem to know what to do or think. When we got to our clothes, for some reason we didn’t put them on, we just each took our own bundle of clothes and carried them up the narrow path towards our bikes. Then, only when we were out of sight from our audience, we stopped to dress. But we could still hear them, and I clearly heard one of the girls say to the boys: “Why can’t we do that? Do you dare to skinny-dip with us?”

With our clothes back on, Kevin and I rode back to the city. We don’t know if the boys and the girls ended up swimming in the nude together, but I surely hope so. Kevin and I met once in a while for some years until he moved to another city for university. We always ended up horny – and we knew what to do about that.

Friday, May 22, 2009


Today, I will post on a topic that may seem very boring: architecture. I’ve always been fascinated by how architecture may sometimes invite (or positively demand) situations of exhibitionism and/or voyeurism.

While this has been an interest to me, I didn’t know that others were also giving this much thought before I raised the subject in a conversation at the local gay bar (London) a few weeks ago. It turned out that everybody round the table had examples of architecture which did, in one way or another, lead to nude people being seen by non-nude people in unintended ways – if we rule out the idea that the architects themselves were actually having this in mind when they made their drawings.

From my own experience, I’ve several times been to public toilets where the floor or the ceiling (or both) have been made of a polished material, shiny enough that you can see your mirror image in it. And – needless to say – if you can see your own mirror image, of course you can also see what goes on in the cubicle next to yours. More than once, I have jerked off in such a situation and seen that the guy “next-door” has noticed and started to watch. Of course, it is impossible for the other guy to complain if he doesn’t like what he sees, because he would be asked why he was peeking at you in the first place. How the people who have made the interior decisions (or the people actually doing the polishing) have managed to miss this point, is beyond me, but I am forever thankful.

One of my friends at the bar told me about the high school he went to. This high school had the swimming lessons in an old swimming pool which was also used by all other grades in the small community. Apparently, the pool was designed in the belief that it would only ever be used by one gender at a time, because there were no door separating the swimming pool and the shower area. Granted, there was only one of the showers which could be seen from the pool, but my friend admitted that he always made sure to take his time on the way to the shower, so that all the other showers would be occupied. Then he would enjoy showering in full view of the swimming pool.

Not all my gay friends are exhibitionists, by all means. Another of my friends told me about his school, where the locker rooms were in the basement. The small windows in the locker rooms were at the top of the walls, right above ground level, and were facing the school yard. This meant that the windows (of frosted glass) were almost always closed, but when the heat and the damp got too bad, someone would open one of the windows. This meant that people in the school yard could come over and have a look in. My friend admitted to opening the window on a few occations – after he himself had had the time to put on his underwear at least. He enjoyed to see how some of his class-mates were oblivious to the fact that they could be seen from above.

While we were discussing locker rooms, still another of my friends described how the locker room at his local soccer team was more or less just a small “cabin” put next to the soccer field. There was only one door separating the locker room and the outside, so every time someone went through the door, people outside could look in. While this was usually not an issue (as noone was around), it did happen at certain events, such as soccer tournaments, that there would be both players, parents and other spectators who happened to be outside at just the “right” moments.

Another topic when it comes to locker rooms was mirrors. Almost all of my friends had examples of locker rooms where there was no direct view from outside (or from a swimming pool or gym hall) into the locker room, but where mirrors had been put up near the entrance which gave a very different situation.

Yet another friend said that he had been to a museum in Bergen in which the toilet had a huge window facing a street. The window had (persienner) which meant that people could not look in, but my friend turned them a little, so that everyone outside could look in. He didn’t tell us why he did that or what he made out of it, but he said that when he passed on the street outside hours later, the (persienner) was still in the same position.

Many of my friends had also been to hotels with interesting opportunities. Of course, I prefer youth hostels where I can sleep in dorm rooms – it’s cheaper and offers other possibilities. But let’s discuss hotels now: One of my friends had been to a hotel in Gran Canaria in which the living room (and bedroom) window seemed to face a wall. What might not be obvious from inside the room, was that there was a path on top of the wall, on which every hotel guest coming late back from the city would go on their way to their rooms (after the main entrance had closed). My friend had not lived in this apartment himself, but had come home late at night once and had seen a guy naked on the bed, watching tv, with no curtains closed. Needless to say, my friend watched closely every night he came back from town, and the guy would be there every night, always oblivious or careless about what could be seen from outside.

Another friend mentioned staying at hotels where the hotel rooms faced a common area, and which had (just like the toilet mentioned above) (persienner) instead of curtains. These (persienner) did leave an inch or so on each side, which meant that people could, in theory, see as much as they wanted just by coming close. And just as with the (persienner) mentioned above, they could of course be put in different positions, meaning that it was easy to “forget” that it was possible to watch.

A more modern phenomenon is the bathrooms with glass walls. Of course, the glass walls mean that you can be watched from the living room while showering. One of my friends, however, pointed out that as we are not yet used to having glass walls in the bathroom, we do not always remember to close the living room curtains before having a shower. He himself had been to such a modern hotel somewhere, and had enjoyed having a shower while being in plain view by people outside.

One further thing that was mentioned in the discussion was public toilets in which there is a gap between the door and the wall, meaning that you can actually see or be seen as much as you want – and just as mentioned before, it is hard to complain when you see something through a crack in a door.

I see that some of these examples are purely architectural, while others have more to do with interior design. I’m sure, however, that there are more examples of how architecture is done in a way that makes it possible (or even necessary) to be naked in view of others. (After all, this posting is made on the basis of one conversation with just a few friends.) If you have such examples, I would be happy to read them in the comments…

Sunday, May 17, 2009

The waiter

In my postings so far, I have written mostly about situations of a particular kind – the ones in which I am “innocently” naked, horny, bulging etc where others can see me. In many cases this has lead to other things. Of course, these are not the only situations leading to sex, but I have written about them because I find them particularly interesting. This time, I’ll write about another situation entirely.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned in my blog that I went to the Canary Islands (Playa Ingles) for a week last winter. Needless to say, there were many opportunities for nudity, being horny and so on during that week. The cutest guy was not found in that way, however.

I had no raunchy intentions when I went out to have lunch on one of my first days there. I had had a good night out and had slept when breakfast was served at my hotel. So I was hungry and having a tiny hang-over as I went into the first restaurant I saw. I sat down, and almost immediately a waiter was at my table. He was gorgeous, 18 or 19 years old, with Spanish looks, including black hair, brown eyes and a great body. I ordered my meal and a coke, he went away, came back with the coke, then with the food and finally with the bill. All the time he did some nice small-talk but no more than that. As I was about to put down the money and leave, I finally awoke to the fact that I was in danger of leaving the restaurant without a plan on how to meet him in private. I knew nothing about him – not his name, not his phone number and certainly not his sexuality. I decided to do the simplest thing possible:

“Excuse me, could I ask you something”, I asked. Of course he came over – I hadn’t even paid my bill yet. “Which of the beaches around here would you recommend?” Having gotten that question hundreds of times before, he answered “There are all kinds of beaches here – what do you prefer?” I asked him what kinds of beaches there were. “Well, there are beaches suitable for families, with shallow water good for the children. Then there are beaches good for surfing. There are beaches where you can rent a sunbed and buy drinks, and there are more isolated beaches.” I waited, wanting him to go on. “Of course, there are also nude beaches.” “Oh,” I said, “where are those?”

By this time, I think he finally got out of his usual answering routine and looked at me as something else than just one of a thousand customers. He sat down opposite me and pointed at the map: “It’s all of this area.” “Okay, that’s interesting”, I said. “Are there differences even within this area?” “Yes,” he said. “The area closest to the town is what I would call a “family” nude beach. If you go a bit further, you will find the gay part.” “Okay,” I said, “and what is the best way of going there?” Of course, by the way I looked at him, he must have understood that I was interested in him and not only in the beaches. He evidently decided to play the game a bit further and see where it would end. “Again, that depends on your taste. You could go by the shore, of course, maybe that is the easiest path. Or you could chose a path through the dunes. However, you should be aware that there are activities taking place there.”

By now, I didn’t know exactly how to proceed, so I just said “That sounds like a tourist attraction.” and smiled. At this point he had made up his mind: “Well, I’m heading out there after work. If you want to, you could join me.”

At times, life can be so easy. After making a decision to meet when he finished work at five, I went back home and started to look forward to the thing. At five, we met and walked together through the city and into the dunes. As we were entering the dunes, he took off his shirt, and I did the same. When we were (momentarily) in a spot where noone else could be seen, he started to unbuckle his belt, and soon both of us were standing there naked. He touched my dick gently, and it started to get hard, just as a guy with a huge erection appeared in the distance. I nodded in his direction to make my waiter aware of it, but he just took my hand and put it on his cock. Soon, we were both sporting erections. My waiter went down on his knees to start to blow me, and I could just stand there, enjoying the sun, the breeze, his tongue, the beautiful sand and the knowledge that there were people all around us – most of them still too far away to see us, but some close enough to enjoy what they were seeing.

Of course, my waiter had done this before – he was a master in the art of sucking. To avoid a premature ejacuation, we switched positions. Now it was me sitting on my knees in the sand, enjoying his tanned and solid cock. I licked the head, I licked the shaft, I clicked my tongue towards his piss-hole. He moaned in pleasure, and again we had to change positions to avoid coming. Now, we rose up and stood next to each other, each jerking off the other, looking out into the dunes, in which six men were standing, staring at us. After maybe two more minutes, he came with a great burst, and I couldn’t keep mine in either. We wet the sand with our sperm. Then we kissed each other.

Then we went to the beach to relax together – and to get to know each others more. We met a few more times during the week, and I also went back to the dunes alone. All of these experiences were great. But I remember the first one most vividly, and try to remind myself that I should never, ever, let a gorgeous man go out of my life without even trying to get to know him better…

Friday, May 15, 2009

New summer resolutions

People tend to have New Year's resolutions. For me, a new summer is better than a new year - in summer, people wear less clothing, they go skinny-dipping and they get less inhibited. Therefore, I've started to collect "new summer resolutions".

1. I will go to nude beaches at least twice a week. And whenever I notice that a guy is staring at me, I will find a way of making both of us get a hard-on.

2. I'll stop wearing underwear - and make sure to wear shorts that shows off the bulge.

3. Whenever I go skinny-dipping in the lakes around Oslo, I'll do it within view from the foot-path.

4. From time to time, amateur photographers ask me to model for them. This summer, I'll say "yes" to outdoor nude shots at least three times.

(If you have further suggestions, please send them to me in the comment field.)

Friday, May 1, 2009


Lately, I've written about different things I do "to make things happen". Then I realized that there have been times when I haven't done anything at all to make things happen...

I remember one night in the summer of 2006. I was at London (Oslo's main gay bar) with two friends, John and Petter. We were just planning to have a few beers and then go home early. But we enjoyed ourselves, danced and had fun. About two o'clock, John suddenly came over to his table and picked up his jacket. He had met a guy at the dance-floor and was going home with him. Petter and I danced a little and drank a little, but about 2:20, he had ran into someone that he had had a crush on before, and was now going home with him. This left me all alone at my table with an almost full glass of beer to get rid of.

Quite quickly, a guy descended on the table. He was what I would normally describe as "not my type" - in his 50s, a bit fat and a bit bold. But I obviously had nothing better to do, and he seemed kind, so we started to talk. He turned out to be interesting and with a sense of humour and not too drunk, so I enjoyed myself. ... And then the lights were turned on, as they always are at three o'clock in Oslo. Time to go home. This guy, whose name was Bjarne, asked me if I wanted to have a drink with him at his place, which was just around the corner. I tried to fool myself into thinking that "a drink would be nice", although I of course knew what "a drink" really meant. Anyway, I accepted and joined him.

I was a bit ambivalent about this thing, but I decided to just be calm and enjoy myself. His apartment WAS actually just around the corner (surprisingly), and I WAS actually offered a drink. I accepted the drink, and went over to his bookshelves to look at what kind of books he had. Then, all of a sudden, he was standing behind me and his fingers were opening the button - and then the zipper - of my white trousers. It was a bit surprising that he would do it this quickly, so I didn't immediately respond. As a matter of fact, I was just standing there still while he was pulling down my trousers. Then he took the glass from my hand and put it on the shelf, and pulled my t-shirt off me. And, still without me really doing much, he pulled down my Calvin Kleins.

I had never before experienced to be undressed like that without in some way participating or at least being asked. And now, he obviously thought of me as an extremely passive guy, so he kept the initiative. "Go to the bedroom", he said, "and get face down on the bed". I didn't even look at him, I just did as he wanted, because I knew that I wanted it too. When I got down on the bed, I turned to look at him, and he had quickly undressed and put on a condom on his hard and solid cock. I turned over to the pillow again, and felt his fingers making room for something bigger. Then, after maybe two minutes of fingering, his main tool entered.

At this point, I was a bit confused. Of course I had been fucked before, but I had never before acted this passive and let others rule me like this. Did this mean that I was supposed to be passive in bed as well, or would he want me to work with him to make it good. I decided that he might be imagining me to be an unexperienced and forlorn 18-year old, and that it would be better to keep playing that role. So instead of joining his rhythm, I stayed passive, and he seemed to enjoy it. To my surprise, I enjoyed it, too. Not having to make an effort, made me focus even more on the sensations. And he must have had a lot of experience of fucking in his life...

After a while, he turned me over on my back, got my feet up in the air and entered me again. Again, I let him do all the work, and I could now look him in the eyes and see that he really enjoyed this. And after a while of this, he made me sit on all fours in his bed, and he finished his fucking with a big burst of sperm.

After this, he offered me to stay the night. I wasn't too keen on walking home, so I accepted. He had a spare room with a bed, and let me go to bed there.

In the morning, I woke up quite early from the sun coming through the window. I had no underwear on (as usual), no cover - and I had a morning erection. The door to the corridor was open, and Bjarne walked past the door, noticed that I was awake, and stopped in the doorway. "Do you want breakfast?" he asked. Then he said "All of you is awake, it seems" and looked at my cock. I took hold of my cock with my right hand and looked at it, faking surprise; "You are right", I said. Then I started to jerk off slowly. I looked at Bjarne, then at my cock, then back at Bjarne, as I was stimulating myself. "I had very good sex last night", I said as I was jerking off, "I was so lucky that you chose to sit down at my table". He stayed in the doorway, but was looking at nothing but me. "When you asked me home for a drink, I was hoping there would be something more", I said, "and as your hands started to undress me, I longed for your body next to mine. And as your big cock massaged me inside, I was almost screaming with passion. And when you burst inside me, it spread warmth all through my body." As I said this and looked him into his eyes, I shot a huge load over my stomach and chest. And I kept looking at him while I slowed down my jerking, and then let go of my cock, touching the sperm with my fingers and then putting two of the fingers in my mouth, tasting my sperm.

Then, after being quiet for a few moments, I asked if I could have a shower. He pointed me to the bathroom and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. We had a nice breakfast with a discussion about recent events, and I went home. When John and Petter asked me later in the day if "I got some" as well, I could say with confidence - "Indeed I did..."

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Russ - a nice swim

It's that time of year again. Every year, all 18-year old guys and girls in Norway are celebrating their "russetid". (After 12 years of school, everybody parties for a few weeks, often including interesting dares.) I came across an old story in a newspaper, and started to think of my own time as a "russ" a few years ago. I've blogged a little about that before, but that's not the events I'm to write about now.

It's a very innocent and cute story. A few boys, including me, were driving around in our "russebuss" (russ bus) at night, trying to find a cool party or something. We went to Tryvann (a lake) to see if there was any party going on there, but everything was quiet. Then Jens got the idea of jumping into the lake, in his russ coverall, and of course all the others followed him into the water. We were jumping around and splashing water at each other and having a heck of a time. (All of us - except Nils, who was the driver - were quite drunk.)

The problem, of course, was what to do afterwards. The clothes were soaked, of course, so we understood that we would have to get out of them. But none of us had brought any other clothes. The answer was easy: we just threw the wet clothes in a pile in the back of the bus, and just went on drinking in the nude - while Nils was driving in the nude.

We didn't know exactly what to do still, of course, as the clothes would not get dry by themselves in the bus. But then Lars got the great idea of going back to his place, because his parents was away and he could use the drying deck to save us. However, we soon realized that this meant that we had to go all the way to the center of Oslo, where their apartment was. Being naked was all very well as long as we were going at a high speed, but as soon as we had to stop at red lights in the center of town at a time of night when many people were heading out of the bars and night clubs to get home, we started to realize that we were pretty much on display. But thanks to all the beer we had consumed, none of us (still except Nils) were very shy. And I for one found the situation pretty cool - to the extent that I noticed that my willy wanted to get some more attention.

Soon we were outside Lars' home. Then we were faced with the choice of either getting dressed in the soaking wet coveralls, or just running inside in the nude. After a very quick look at the pile of water and clothes, we decided to take the chance. So we ran (impressively fast, I guess, given the amount of alcohol involved) out of the car and into the apartment building. Luckily (or sadly, depending on your point of view) we saw noone on our way in.

What was left after this was two hours of sitting in Lars' living room watching tv, all of us stark naked. I remember having a splendid time, but I can't remember details. I know that some photos were taken, but have never seen them. And I know that my dick was semi-hard for most of the time, but I was too drunk to get completely erect - and the others were probably too drunk to notice. And after two hours waiting, Lars told us that our clothes were dry, and we all got dressed and went our separate ways. I think I might have waited for a while somewhere and taken the first tram to my place.

While there was little "action" during this night, already when I woke up - around noon, I guess - and started thinking of the night we'd had, I jerked off. The image of my cute and beautiful friends naked in the bus with drunk pedestrians watching into the bus, was an image I still remember and enjoy...

Some related images:
Photo 1 - Photo 2 - Photo 3 - Photo 4 - Photo 5 - Photo 6

Friday, April 24, 2009

Quick jerk

Just a quick note on my trip to the swimming pool this week. After swimming, I went to the sauna. Just as I came in, four guys who were apparently active swimmers also came in. They kept their swimwear on, while I had left mine outside, only bringing a towel to sit on. The guys started to talk about another swimmer they knew, and how he was so well endowed that he always had a conspicious bulge. They laughed and made jokes about this, not minding me. The hot air and being the only fully nude man in the room made me horny. I realized a little too late that I wouldn't be able to keep it down, so I stood up and walked out to the showers.

It was a quiet time of day, and the showers in this place are arranged in groups, so I was able to find a group of six (or eight?) showers with noone around. I started to shower as usual, but decided to take the chance of a quick jerk-off. I made the judgement that I would be able to hear people coming a few seconds before they could see me - plenty of time to turn around and pretend nothing happened.

Of course, my cock was fully hard in no time, and it felt very good to start working it slowly in a public shower room with great-looking guys in the locker room outside and in the sauna next door. It didn't take me long to get to the point of no return, and then I turned towards the shower, and let the water hit my cock-head as I was coming. It felt wonderful.

Maybe two minutes after my cum, and with the cock still semi-erect, I heard voices outside. Seconds later, the guys entered the room where I was standing. One of the guys gave my cock a look and I imagined seeing a smile, but then he just started showering - and I decided that nothing would happen today. So I finished my shower and got out.

So this time my judgment was sound - I could really hear them before they entered. Sometimes I get uncertain whether I'm really in such a position, or if it's just wishful thinking. I also wonder if I will really hear it if they are approaching just as I am reaching the top of the orgasm. I don't know - and I'm not sure I want to know for sure either. If I know I'm completely safe, I could just as well jerk off at home...

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Have you ever... (Poll)

Please note that there's a new poll in the margin.

There has been a little discussion in the comment fields on how all the interesting opportunities arise in my life. My idea is that if you make an effort for opportunities to arise, they will...

If you have comments on the blog, feel free to add them in the comment field of this post.

Sex Meme

I found this meme at Said She. Please answer the questions in your own blog (or in the comments here) and let me know that you have. No secrets here...

1. Is there anyone on your blogroll you would have sex with?
Sure, there are so many gorgeous men there.

2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?
Any time is fine. I have fond memories of sex during sunset, but it's not necessary...

3. Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke?
I don't drive a car.

4. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?
Yes. I've even blogged about it.

5. Shower or bath while having sex?
Swimming pool, I guess. Shower is good, too. Bath - too little room to do stuff...

6. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?
That depends on the mood - and what the other guy does.

7. Do you love someone on your blogroll?

8. Love or Money?
Silly question. I could go without love for months without dying, but going without money (=food), I would die within days.

9. Credit cards or cash?
I don't use credit cards much. And not cash either.

10. Have you ever wanted a best friend?
I do have friends, and I suppose one of them is "best", but I don't see any point in ranking my friends, really...

11. Camping or a 5 star hotel?
That depends what the point is. Just to sleep and relax: 5 star hotel. To have raunchy sex with possibility of being seen by others: camping, surely.

12. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?
My opinion on this tends to change all the time. I've once had sex in the Norwegian Parliament. I've also had sex at the feet of Franklin D. Roosevelt (or rather: his statue) in the centre of Oslo. It was after midnight, so people couldn't see us from below - I think.

13. Would you shave your entire body (including your head)?

14. Have you ever been to a strip club?

15. Ever been to a bar?
Of course.

16. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club?

17. Ever been so drunk someone else had to carry you?
No. But I've pretended to.

18. Had sex in a movie theater?
Not in an ordinary cinema.

19. Had sex in a bathroom?

20. Have you ever had sex at work?
Yes. I do have a great colleague...

21. Ever been to an adult store?

22. Bought something from an adult store?
Sure. Condoms, many times. A few butt plugs and other accessories.

23. Have you been caught having sex?
Several times.

24. Does anyone have naughty pics of you?
Yes. I try to avoid this, but sometimes I get carried away. So I guess there is somewhere between ten and twenty people who have nude pics (or "worse") of me - assuming they haven't shared them with anyone. I'm carefully monitoring the internet to see if they turn up anywhere. (Okay, I admit that there are other reasons for carefully monitoring the major porn sites as well... :-)

25. Ever had sex with someone and called them by the wrong name?
No. But I've had sex with many people without knowing their name, for sure.