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 Bygd√ły 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
  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?