HiStoriesOfSex

Sex in the gym

2011-04-25T12:15:00.000-07:00

Finally, I met James again. He has been unapproachable for the longest of times, but yesterday he sent me an sms after reading a tweet of mine, and we decided to meet today. Originally, we were hoping to meet at a nude beach or something, but we ended up going to his gym ("Sats") instead.

Going to a gym with James is always fun. First, of course, we change into the training gear. As usual, we had semi-erections and watched the reactions of the other guys there. There were two guys whose reactions were very visible, and who seemed to be torn between wanting to watch us and to hide their boners.

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But this went fast. The actual training took longer. Today, I was wearing loose gym trousers with nothing underneath. This is not so obviously exhibitionistic, but the bulge is quite visible to those who look - and extremely visible as the cock gets stiffer. There are always people around who appreciates a good bulge, and who tends to choose their apparatus based on the view they get. James, on the other hand, chose his gym shorts with no underwear - giving the opportunity for direct peeks. The climax of the training was at the weights - he was on his back on a bench, lifting weights while spreading his legs for everybody around to see. I, on the other hand, did my lifting standing, with my boner making a nice tent. At one point I almost feared that we put people in danger, as one of the younger guys (perhaps 18) seemed to have trouble lifting weights in a safe manner at the same time as he was staring at James, then at me, then at James...

When we felt we had lifted enough and showed enough here, we headed for the showers. Of course, the 18 year old also suddenly decided that he was finished. For the last part of the training James and I hadn't talked or in other ways made it obvious that we knew each other, and we also chose showers not next to each others. (new readers of thos blog may not know that in Norway we cherish our communal showers that are everywhere, in schools, swimming pools and gyms...) Thus, the young guy ended up between us. We started showering, and within two minutes, James was hard. He faked embarrasment and turned towards the wall, but was of course very visible from where the young guy was standing. At first, he was watching James, and I could examine his beautiful body which was slim but with just a little muscle in the right places. And a wonderful butt. He stared, but didn't want to become too hard, so after a few seconds, he turned towards me. At which point it was very helpful that I was already semi-erect. Seeing my cock in that way didn't help him. At this point, I turned away from the wall, making my gradually hardening pole visible to the whole room (comprising of just two other guys, actually, but that didn't really matter). Knowing that this guy was by now very turned on, I shut off the shower and walked over to the opposite wall to collect my towel. I wrapped it around me and headed for the sauna. Of course, James would follow in two minutes' time, but I was hoping that the young guy would follow first.

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I was lucky. James told me afterwards that the guy was so anxious to get into the sauna to keep watching that he had walked across the room with a raging boner. Of course, I noticed his bulge as he was entering the sauna. I had chosen a place to the very right on the top benches, he chose to sit on the left side. We were the only people there (today was a beautiful day, so not that many people chose to train indoors), and when James entered, he sat down next to me.

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Time for some more theater. I opened my towel so that James would see what was there, but not the young guy. Discreetly, James extended his hand towards it, and started to touch it. Quickly, he was jerking me off so rhytmically that the young guy must obviously have understood what was happening - and to make sure he didn't miss much, he moved closer. Now, I used my left hand to loosen James' towel, and got hand of his cock. It felt just as I remembered it from so many times before - hard, strong and warm. I started working on him. At this time we were of course staring at the entrance of the sauna, as any new people entering would put a quick stop to our lovemaking. But we were lucky, noone entered. The young guy, however, moved still closer. At this point, James reached out for the young guy's towel as well, maneuvred his hand into it and started to feel his cock gently. The young guy was sensitive, probably not believing what was happening to him, and he didn't last very long. He quickly moved his towel to the side to let James get better access, at the same time giving me a better view. He had a moderately-sized dick, but straight and beautiful. And within two minutes, he shot a huge load over his chest. By this time, James and I were also ready, and shot our loads as well.

We quickly dried off our sperm with our towels, then headed for the showers again. In all, we hadn't been in the sauna for more than ten minutes, which is good (you wouldn't want to have sex in a sauna for hours...) Then we started dressing. The young guy again seemed to be of two minds - of course, he was shy and also perhaps embarrased by what had happened, but at the same time he probably would want to see James and me again. He dressed up quickly and even put on his shoes, but then he made up his mind, turned towards us and said "If you do want to see me again, my phone number is [.........]"

Luckily, both James and I have a very good memory for important phone numbers.

Nude photos astray

2010-02-23T13:00:00.000-08:00

Norwegian media has again written a lot about nude photos gone astray. See for instance what TV2 writes (via Google Translate).

Hm...

Shared items

2010-02-20T15:32:00.001-08:00

I'm sorry for not updating this blog more often. As always, I'll promise to try to blog more often - but I can't really promise that I'll manage. I'm happy and having a good time, but I don't feel like blogging as often as I used to. More details later, I guess.

I must say I'm happy to see other blogs, though - and you can see my shared items by clicking here... Many great photos...

More on James

2010-01-12T12:49:00.000-08:00

Someone sent me an email alerting me to the fact that James also has a AmIhotornotnude-profile. Please vote! :-)

The (sex) life of James part 4

2010-01-11T11:48:00.000-08:00

The interviews with James have taken important information from his blog. When reading his blog about what happened from the autumn of 2005 and on, however, I get confused. He starts mentioning boyfriend(s), but keep writing stories about great, casual sex.

JK: How have you coped with having boyfriends and having quite strong sexual desires including exhibitionism?
QJ: Quite badly. It’s a complicated topic that I don’t want to discuss too much. At times I’ve thought I’d be willing to give up all other sex as long as I could be with my boyfriend. At other times, my boyfriend has thought that he could accept my exhibitionism and some random sex acts. However, neither has lasted for long. So my relationships have been full of discussions and negotiations. And the blog has been a product of that – at times I’ve been a saint and had nothing to write about, at other times I’ve had a sexual life that I could write about in the blog. At the moment, though, I’ve dropped writing the blog. I don’t want to remove either my blog or the nude photos I’ve already posted, though.
JK: I would like you to describe how you ended up on that boat in the summer of 2007, though – the one where I met you.

[From my blog:
“I do spend a lot of time looking around on the internet, but rarely do I find the homepage of someone I've previously had sex with. That happened to me a time ago, when I stumbled upon Queerjames' blog. In one of the posts, he had a photo of himself, and I thought I recognized him from a boating trip the year before.

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

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

QJ: Well, I met this guy owning a boat the summer before in a gay bar. I was invited on a boat trip, and I had great memories of former boat trips, so I accepted. It was just the two of us, and as I had just my white shorts which turned near-transparent when wet, there was no point in keeping it on for long. Of course, we ended up having sex. (See blog). I really loved the whole experience – sailing is cool, being naked on a boat feels great, with the wind and the sun and all. And the sex was good. But for some reason we didn’t keep in touch that summer. The next summer, however, I got a message from him on gaysir, telling me that he had invited a bunch of gays on a boat trip and would I care to join? Of course I wanted to join.
I was quite disappointed as the boat sailed out, as nobody seemed to know each other and everybody seemed a bit shy. So I decided to get things going – while we were still moving slowly with lots of boats around us, I got up on the deck and started to undress. At first, everybody was just watching me, but then the guy who owned the boat said that he thought everybody should follow suit, and they eventually did. Ten minutes later, everybody was sitting naked on deck, watching each other. As the boat anchored in a quiet place, I was again impatient because nobody seemed to want to take the initiative. So I sat down on my knees in front of a random guy and started to suck his dick. He had been almost completely soft, but grew in my mouth. After getting him in the mood, I went over to the next one, and for the next 15 or 30 minutes, I was busy sucking cock. Around me, people were starting to do things on their own, so there finally was some action.
Actually, I do remember how you came all over the chest of another dude while I was sucking the owner of the boat. And then you moved over to me and started sucking me. It was the perfect end of the orgy – I would have felt a bit let down if noone sucked me off after everything I’d done… (Even though I love sucking cock.) So imagine my pleasure when I got that message from you a year later wanting to meet me again.

JK: It’s getting a bit strange to interview you now that I’ve become an actor in the events as well. However, we did have quite a lot of fun together as we started to do things together. I have blogged about some of that, but you haven’t. What do you think about being exhibitionistic with someone in the way we did?
QJ: I loved your whole approach. You had a way of setting up a situation in which we would end up seeming completely innocent (if a little careless). And as I think you’re remarked in your blog yourself: even though a guy can ignore one half-erect cock in the showers, he’ll have a hard time ignoring two. Or rather, he’ll be hard. But I never blogged about any of this – both because of the circumstances I just mentioned earlier, and because you wrote about it in your blog.
JK: I wonder if we should just end the series of interviews here, and come back with further interviews when a few more years have passed. But in the end: what do you think you’ll be doing ten years from now – sexwise?
QJ: I keep reminding myself that I’m a very lucky person. I have a wonderful boyfriend and will stay with him. If that should not work out for some reason, I have so many opportunities – and so many contacts who are interested in the same things as I am.

More blog posts about James:

James’ blog:

Nude at the beach
Beach memories
Window
Taking nude photos
More nude photos

This blog:

James and I playing
In the shower with James
In the gym with James
Shopping
Twitter

James elsewhere:
queerjames on twitter
queerjames on Xtube
queerjames on gaywatch
queerjames on penest.no
queerjames on nakenprat.no

Fully naked on the 'clothesline'

2010-01-09T23:23:00.000-08:00

See Kelly's post on Fully naked on the 'clothesline'. Have you experienced something like this?

Sadly, the clothes lineis not so much a tradition in Norway, but there are other games in the russefeiring that also leave participants fully naked, and that I will certainly write about later...

The (sex) life of James part 3

2010-01-02T11:43:00.000-08:00

James was looking forward to having his own room in a dorm instead of staying with his parents – surely partly because of the opportunities for sex and nudity that would open up there. But he also enjoyed the last summer before university to its fullest.

JK: Are you never afraid that you will be arrested in some foreign country for public nudity?
QJ: Well, I’m perhaps a bit more careful in other countries than at home. Not in the sense that I’m keeping my clothes on, but I try to make it seem more “accidental”. You can get away with a lot if you’re not too obvious. And youth hostels are a favourite, of course. I’ve never heard anyone being arrested for not closing the window while taking a shower, for instance.
JK: Yes, there’s a story where you showered with the window open and a man was watching. You seem to always find someone interested in just the same as you are. What are the odds that there will be a gay guy watching?
QJ: You’ve asked almost the same before. This was my first night in the youth hostel, so of course I was lucky. But on the other hand: if I hadn’t been lucky in the youth hostel, I would certainly have gone to a gay beach or to a gay bar the next day. Sometimes you have to look for luck...

[From the blog:
“The shower was soon over, and I grabbed the towel and started to get dry. The soft breeze from the window was great. I looked out through the open window out to the terrace and was just thinking how nice this place was. But suddenly I realized that there was a young man sitting in a chair outside - staring in my direction. I realized that he was quite good-looking - then I resumed towelling while I was looking in his direction. He seemed very interested, so I took my time, using my towel on imaginary drops of water on my back to ensure his unobstructed view. As he was watching me, he decided to take off his t-shirt. Good idea - the look of his chest was a pleasure. In fact, it was so much of a pleasure that I noticed that if I wasn't careful, I would soon be showing him a boner. I wondered what he would do next.
[…]He was really a beauty. I enjoyed licking his chest, tickling his six-pack as well as tasting his now very ready pole. I had been travelling for a few weeks, and hadn't tasted a man in quite a while, so I was hungrily pleasuring him. But I was patient enough to notice when he was about to come, and slow down my tongue movements. He moaned from pleasure, but I didn't let him off the hook. I know how to do this to make the experience almost (but not quite) painful for the poor man wanting relief. So when he finally was allowed to come, he came in a quite enthusiastic way...”]

JK: I’ll also include a bit from your blog about beaches. Any comments?

[From the blog:
“Oslo is a fabulous place in summer, and I've taken full advantage of the opportunities. The forests surrounding the city gives plenty of space to enjoy nature, so I have several times taken my bike on a trip, and found nice, "private" places to swim in the nude. Most of the times I have actually been alone, but quite a few times there have been people around who have taken an interest in looking at me swimming.
[…]I've also been to regular beaches, of course - there are a few nude beaches in Oslo. The good thing about the nude beaches is that there are more people there, of course, which means that there are more of a chance of finding someone to have a bit of fun with. Several times, I've noticed guys looking at me when I've been walking from my towel to the sea, often half erect, and several times, they have turned semi-erect themselves when I've gone over to them to chat. This has led to many nice baths with lots of body contact, as well as many late nights in my apartment. I love beaches!”]

QJ: Well, first of all I don’t remember writing all of this – you surely have read my blogs far more carefully than I have. But of course the themes are familiar. I really love summers, I love beaches, and I love all the opportunities there. Didn’t we first meet on a beach or on a boat or something? On nude beaches, there are always so many gay guys, and you just have to give a hint that you’re interested in sex to have someone approach you. Not being ashamed of your cock is a good start – always covering up is a turn-off, while being semi-erect makes people interested. It shows that you’re not asexual… :-)
JK: Then you finally moved into the apartment. You have described in your blog that “There were lots of different kinds of freedom that I wanted to experience when I at last had moved away from home. Going nude at home whenever I wanted was just one of them.” Did you have a plan for what you would do to get there?
QJ: No, I was very uncertain about what life in a dorm would be like. I was lucky to share a bathroom with Per, who became a really good friend. He didn’t mind a bit nudity and turned out not to mind quite a lot of other things as well. So we had lots of fun. And now I was also suddenly in a position to invite people home, which was a relief. Of course it’s always trouble when you meet someone at a bar and none of you have somewhere to go. And then it was convenient to be able to ask the cute students home to study together. Sometimes we stuck to studying the textbooks, but sometimes I was lucky.
JK: You were naked at home, not caring that people could see you from outside…
QJ: Of course I cared! I got a thrill out of that. I don’t really know why – I still get turned on by being naked somewhere where people can look in, even at my age. But of course the cover would be that I didn’t know anyone could really see me…

[From the blog:
“As our apartments were in the first floor, and the landscape was not exactly flat, there were a few people who had a view into my flat - both in students flats on the "student city" area and from a walkway a couple of metres away.”]

JK: When did you first have group sex?
QJ: That depends on what you mean by “sex”, of course. And whether “three” is a group… I did jerk off with other guys a few times in the last year of school, at least. Before that… well, I still don’t want to talk to much about what happened before I was 18.
JK: What do you prefer – sex with one person or sex with a large group of people?
QJ: Of course, when group sex is great, it’s really great. But there are also times when you feel that there are just too many arms and legs and there’s too much to coordinate. You may feel left out. So I certainly prefer one-on-one sex to bad group sex…
JK: And while I’m asking stupid, general questions: how important is dick size to you?
QJ: Visually, I get turned on by long dicks. They don’t have to be thick, but I love them long. As soon as we start fucking or sucking, size doesn’t matter that much to me. I’m able to enjoy all sizes. You don’t have anything to worry about, by the way…
JK: Again, this is not supposed to be about me… Some people would probably want to know whether you’re a top or a bottom. What do you prefer?
QJ: Luckily, I’m versalite. I enjoy both just the same. It must be so frustrating meeting cool guys only to find out that neither wants to bottom, for instance.
JK: Why did you start blogging, by the way?
QJ: I don’t remember exactly. I think at some point I realized that some of my experiences should be written down, just to remember them. And at the same time everybody was talking about blogs, and I understood that a sex blog would be just another kind of exhibitionism. And a cool way of getting in touch with like-minded people, of course!
Several of the blog posts have been written when I was sitting at home alone having nothing to do. I could be watching some porn or something, and then suddenly being reminded of some experience or another. And then I would start writing – and by the time I got to the end of the story, I would be writing with one hand. If I wasn’t turned on by reliving my past experiences, my blog wouldn’t have existed.
JK: And when did you start exploring webcams?
QJ: That would also be about 2005. I didn’t even own a webcam before moving on my own – but I quickly got one as soon as I did. Webcam sex was a very nice alternative to going out every night. Having tens of men around the world watching me masturbate at the same time was a very interesting experience, which I loved at the time. And sometimes I was both blogging and jerking on a webcam at the same time.
JK: I guess we could end it here, and include a posting from your blog from December of 2005, which also included a webcam somewhere…

[From the blog:

The perfect exhibitionist apartment

I had an interesting experience last night. I had just come to "Naken", one of the gay bars in Oslo, had ordered a beer and was standing at the bar. As I got my beer, a young Pakistani guy came over to me. He nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "My friend over there claims you are the guy in the My queer life-blog." I looked at his friend, and saw that it was Trond (the friend of Per - mentioned in an earlier journal). Okay, there was no way of denying it, so I muttered an uncommitical "hmm", and he went on. "I'm Zain," he said. "The name means friend. I've been reading your blog, and I have an apartment that would be very interesting for an exhibitionist like you." Zain was beautiful, about 20 years old and with a friendly, but a bit nervous, smile. He had persuaded me already. "I'd love to see it", I said.

The apartment was not far from the city center, on the eastern part of town. Zain told me that it was not really his, he was just borrowing it for a few weeks while its owners were back home in Pakistan. I wondered what was exhibitionistic about it, and couldn't wait to find out. On the twenty minutes walk there we were mostly talking about how wonderful nude beaches were, and I couldn't wait to see him in the nude. Suddenly he said "The flat is there", and at once I realized what he meant. We were standing on the street. The apartment was in the first floor, but due to the terrain we were looking straight into it. What I saw was a living room and a bedroom with no curtains. I thought of what some lights might do. "Much traffic here?", I asked. He shrugged. "There are a few cars", he said, "and because of the bus stop there the bus goes quite slowly by. And then there's the bar, of course." He pointed at the bus stop a few metres behind us and a bar a few metres ahead. I understood that there would be quite a few people passing by in the night, and especially when the bar would close. I looked at my watch - it was half past one. "When does it close?", I asked, and he told me "Three. There are mostly people in the early twenties that go there."

We got into the apartment and went straight to the bedroom. The curtains were on the floor - "I don't use those," he said. He had turned on the lights, and I realized that we almost couldn't see anything outside the window. This probably meant that the view in was brilliant. He turned on the computer and logged in to the internet. I was sitting on the bed so I didn't really see what he was doing, but suddenly I recognized the anywebcam.com webpage. The webcam was pointing right at me. "Do you mind if I turn on the webcam?", he asked. My mind suggested I minded, but at the same time I understood even better what he meant by the words "very interesting for an exhibitionist like you", so I just said "not at all" and took of my sweater.

Zain moved over to the bed. I had a look at the screen, where the window showing who was watching already had two entries, and I had a look at the window, through which I saw a car passing. The people in it probably did not look in, but they might. Then I looked at Zain, and realized that I would concentrate on him for a while. He was looking great, but I wanted to see him barechested, so I started unbuttoning his shirt. His chest turned out to be wonderful - powerful and brown. His wonderful black hair touched mine as he leant forward to kiss me. His tongue felt very nice inside my mouth, and we managed to keep kissing as he removed my shirt as well. I let my hands caress his nipples and heard him moaning while still kissing me. His hands went on to work on my trousers, and a moment later that was on the floor where it belonged. I gently switched places with him so that I could kiss his chest while unbuttoning his trousers, then pulled them off as I was looking intently at his boxer shorts from short distance. I was looking forward to unwrapping this present.

But first I wanted to play with it a little. I tried to lick his dick through the fabric, but I only got to feel that it was erect before he stopped me. "Wait a little," he said, "shouldn't we look at what people write to us?" I had almost forgotten about the webcam, but agreed totally. He moved over to the computer and wanted me to follow. At the same time he rearranged the camera so it pointed at our boxers. I noticed that he had logged into the "Freezone" room, and we already had five messages. "Great show", one of them said. Another said "do you have a woman there". We answered them politely. The third one, however, had a camera on, so we decided to look a bit closer at him. His name was "nude21", and his webcam showed him lying on his stomach on the bed. His comment to us was "Will you remove your boxers?" Zain answered "Will you turn over on your back?" The guy answered immediately: "Then it will be harder to write". "But then our dicks will be harder as well", Zain wrote. The body of the guy was slim and young, and I really wanted him to turn around. I wrote as much. nude21 wrote: "I'll turn over if I get to see one of you suck the other". Zain didn't hesitate: "Only if we'll see you jerking off." My dick hardened just by the thought of us having oral sex on cam with this beauty watching, and even more when he answered "Okay. Private or public?" Zain answered truthfully: "Well, our window is open to the street anyway, so we might as well do it publicly."

nude21's answer was simple: he turned slowly around, and we were looking at a swimmer's body with a thin, long, erect dick. But then he hesitated, and I realized it was our turn to move. Zain looked questioningly at me, smiling. I really wanted to keep watching nude21, so I hoped Zain would do the sucking. I guess he understood as much, so he just said "We'll both do it". So first he pulled off my boxers and revealed my cock for the world to see. Then he let his mouth surround my dick, and at the same time nude21 started jerking off on cam. I could see Zain's face clearly in the picture being sent from our cam, and got a whole lot of great feelings streaming in at the same time. Zain was a great sucker, but it was quite obvious that he didn't want to let me come this early in the evening. The periods of pure pleasure were short, only for a few seconds, almost as if he just wanted me to understand what I would be experiencing in the long run. And after only a short while, maybe just a few minutes, he let me understand it was mine turn to do the work.

I got off his boxers and looked at a perfect specimen of the male sexual organ. He already had precum, and I wiped it off with my tongue. I had thought I would regret missing the action of the screen, but playing around with his dick was much better. And Zain was kind enough to let me in on the action: "Now 43 people are watching us", he said, "and nude21 seems close to coming". When he got even closer, after a few more minutes of fun, we both prepared for looking at him, and saw him coming all over his stomach. I desperately wanted to see him again sometime. But Zain had great plans for the moment as well. As soon as the nude21-show was over, he dragged me over to the bed again. He rearranged the cam and started to jerk me off slowly. This gave me the opportunity to think through the situation again. Here I was - on full view from people or busses passing on the street outside. I had also just had oral sex (or part of it) on full view of lots of people, and I was probably going to have a lot more sex before the night was through. I loved every single part of it.

I wanted to suck him again, but obviously he had the same idea. "69?" I asked. He didn't answer, he just lay down on the bed, making sure the webcam would have a good look at the action from the side. I went down on top of him, started letting my tongue do small circle on his head while he was grabbing my dick and putting it in his mouth a little bit more forcefully. Again, everything felt wonderful. I was in full control of his dick, never letting things get out of hand but still keeping him on the edge of ecstacy most of the time. I played with his balls and his shaft, but always returned to the sensitive area close to the holes. He seemed to love it, but still managed to do his bit very well on the other half of the 69.

After an eternity of this paradise, he decided we had this enough and should go other to another variant. He produced a condom, and put it on. I got the opportunity to glimpse that we still had a long list of watchers on anywebcam, and also saw the back of a bus passing outside our window. This meant I was ready for a bit more of action. I lay down on my back, and grabbed my legs so that he had a clear entrance. He used his fingers a bit to open things up and also put on some lube. Then he entered. He was good at this as well: he gave me the right amount of pleasure and pain, so that I could enjoy the pain as well. I didn't have any hand free, but when he realized that he was going to come soon, he started jerking me off with his left hand. His dick pounding me almost made me come already, and when I felt him explode inside me at the same time as his hand was jerking me a bit unrythmically, I also shot a great load - some of it landed in my own face. I licked up a little of it.

Zain got off his condom and lay down beside me, sweating and looking wonderful. I was laying there with a lot of sperm on my chest, a beautiful guy beside me and seeing a long list of watchers on the screen in the distance. Then I started to notice voices outside the window. When I looked, it seemed there was a whole crowd standing on the street a few metres away from us. For a moment, I felt threatened. Would they be angry with us? Would they call the police? Someone called "Open the window!" Without thinking, I went out of bed and opened the window. I still had a raging hard-on. The drunken youths outside looked at me for a moment, then one of them screamed: "You look fuckin' happy!" Everyone laughed. I closed the door and went back to the bed. Zain looked at me. "Do you want to sleep over?" he asked. I nodded. "Do you want me to turn off the light and the webcam?" he continued. "Why bother?", I said, and embraced him.”]

The (sex) life of James part 2

2009-12-22T11:19:00.000-08:00

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..."

Favorite blogs part 2

2009-12-18T11:09:00.000-08:00

Here are my favorite blogs:

1. Mes Boys
2. SOFT ON THE ISLAND
3. overourhead.net - exhibition masculine
4. Dudetube
5. Boys Next Door

The (sex) life of James part 1

2009-12-12T01:42:00.000-08:00

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.

Favorite blogs part 1

2009-12-08T11:05:00.000-08:00

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

6. JACK OFF MATERIAL 2
7. Runksidan Blogg
8. Sizing Up
9. exhibitionist
10. Boy Oh Boi

Good ideas? - send them to me!

2009-12-03T12:52:00.001-08:00

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?)

Naked in the school's swimming pool

2009-11-30T08:59:00.000-08:00

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...

Nude modelling

2009-10-04T12:43:00.000-07:00

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...

The Kristiansand beach

2009-10-02T13:00:00.000-07:00

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...)

The photographer

2009-08-30T12:23:00.000-07:00

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...

London sauna

2009-08-24T12:25:00.000-07:00

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...

Nude on the net

2009-07-27T14:40:00.000-07:00

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?

Nude runs

2009-07-07T10:12:00.000-07:00

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...)

Party games?

2009-06-25T12:18:00.000-07:00

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?

Patrik's experience at soccer tournament

2009-06-23T00:20:00.000-07:00

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…

Amazing guy

2009-06-21T12:24:00.001-07:00

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.

A visitor from abroad

2009-06-19T09:01:00.000-07:00

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.

Ask me anything answers 7

2009-06-12T20:13:00.000-07:00

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...

Tommy

2009-06-11T20:28:00.000-07:00

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?

The Microsoft Porn search engine

2009-06-05T14:03:00.000-07:00

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

Point your browser to Bing.com.
Make sure to change the country (upper right of the screen) to "United States".
Choose "Videos" in the list to the left.
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."
Turn off safe search.
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?

Unexpected company at the lake

2009-05-27T16:18:00.000-07:00

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.

Architecture

2009-05-22T01:17:00.000-07:00

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…

The waiter

2009-05-17T17:24:00.000-07:00

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…

New summer resolutions

2009-05-15T08:08:00.000-07:00

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.)

Bjarne

2009-05-01T08:34:00.000-07:00

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..."

Russ - a nice swim

2009-04-25T12:21:00.000-07:00

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

Quick jerk

2009-04-24T15:34:00.001-07:00

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...

Have you ever... (Poll)

2009-04-18T14:30:00.000-07:00

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

2009-04-18T13:54:00.000-07:00

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?
No.

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)?
No.

14. Have you ever been to a strip club?
Sure.

15. Ever been to a bar?
Of course.

16. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club?
No.

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?
Sure.

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

21. Ever been to an adult store?
Obviously.

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.

Showering with white briefs

2009-04-14T14:17:00.001-07:00

One of the things that fascinates me, is guys who shower with their underwear on. This actually happens quite a lot here in Oslo, and it is especially guys from Pakistan (I think) who does it.

Two weeks ago, I was swimming at the local swimming pool. It was late in the evening, almost 10 o'clock, and there were almost no people around. After swimming my usual 1000 metres, I headed for the showers. There was only one other guy there - a Pakistani guy who was showering with his white briefs. I almost couldn't believe it - I would think that the point of showering with your underwear is to protect your modesty, but these white briefs were so transparent that I got a very fine view of his dick. Strange.

As so often happens when I shower, my cock started to harden a little as I was washing my body. I saw no reason to suppress that, so I just kept washing myself, but when I glanced at the guy's transparent briefs again, I saw that he had noticed - his dick was now erect. It was an absurd sight - a guy showering with his underwear on sporting a huge hard-on - I loved it.

Of course, this made me real horny. I thought for a moment what I could do, knowing that within fifteen minutes the building would close. I judged my friend to be so turned on that he wouldn't mind me jerking off a little, so I took hold of my cock and started to masturbate gently. I waited for a while before looking at him, but when I did, he had pulled his cock out of his briefs and started to work on his nice, long tool.

This happens to me amazingly often - it seems that the people who go to the swimming pool just before closing time does it for a reason. Anyway, there is something wonderfully vulnerable about jerking off in a public shower, knowing that people might enter from the pool area or from the sauna or from the locker rooms at any time. But this time noone entered, so I could enjoy myself - and look at this good-looking chap. He had a swimmer's build, nice, dark skin and brown eyes to kill for. He was leaning back a little and spreading his legs, and was moving in and out of the water from the shower, getting extra pleasure from feeling the water hitting his cock. Then, after maybe five minutes, he shot a huge load on the tiles of the floor. The sight of this obviously made me come as well.

He didn't seem entirely comfortable with what he'd done - he showered quickly and soon went into the locker room. I was in no hurry, so I showered a little more, and by the time I got there, everyone was gone. As I had finished dressing, the guy locking the building came into the locker room from the showers, and asked me if I knew who had been "making a mess" in the showers. I claimed I hadn't noticed, but he seemed a bit suspicious - and intrigued... So maybe next time, he will be checking things out a bit earlier...

Hotel swimming pool

2009-04-07T13:53:00.000-07:00

Although I do love hostels because of the opportunities they offer, I also like a swim when I'm travelling. So as I've been travelling a lot lately (which also partly explains the lack of posts here), I've had my share of both hostels and hotels.

Three weeks ago, I stayed a few days in Copenhagen. I arrived at the hotel quite late (after 11pm), and as I was checking in, I asked the night clerk if the swimming pool was still open. He told me that the it's supposed to be open until 10pm only, but that he could let me in if I wanted a quick swim. So I just quickly left my suitcase in my room and returned to the lobby. The night clerk showed me the locker room and went away.

I had brought swimwear, but as I was all alone, the temptation to go swimming in the nude was too big. So I left everything behind in the locker room and went to the pool wearing nothing. I dived into the pool and started swimming. I had arrived in Copenhagen quite early in the day and been busy until now, so the water tickling me all over my body felt great.

After swimming for maybe 15 minutes, I had a little rest, and I started to think a bit more about the position I was in - if someone were to come in, there would be absolutely nothing to cover up with in the entire room. Needless to say, as I started to think about this (or rather: fantasize), I was getting a hard-on. I just enjoyed the situation - and thought that this was actually the perfect combination of a real risk but still a rather small risk. (It's not funny if there's no risk at all, but I also prefer not too big a risk...) But then, of course, I heard a door.

It was the night clerk. He entered the room, looked at me as if to check that I was okay. It seemed to take him a second to realize that I was naked, and then maybe another second to convince himself that I was actually having a hard-on. Then he almost seemed to get embarrassed for a moment, but then probably understood that he was not the one who should be embarrassed. So he walked closer to where I was standing, as he was saying "I just wanted to come down and check that everything was okay... and you seem to be just fine..." He was staring at my dick in a way that I've learned to interpret as lust, so I decided to be a bit bold. "Yes, it's really great to have a swim - don't you want to join me?"

I realized that swimming naked with customers probably wasn't part of his job description, and he seemed to hesitate. But then he made a decision, and quickly pulled off his clothes. Now it was my time to stare, and even though he was only naked for a moment before jumping into the pool, I got enough of a look at him to decide that this was something I wanted - from the shape of his body, it seemed that he used to swim a lot.

First, we were just playing around in the water for a while, but with both me and him sporting raging hard-ons, we both knew that something more would come up. So after a few minutes, I sat on the edge of the pool, my cock invitingly just above the water. He came over to me, and filled his mouth with my cock. I looked over at the door a few metres away, and wondered if we would be able to finish this before someone entered. But then I decided to look at him instead, this beautiful, young night clerk who was giving me such wonderful service. However, I did want to have an even closer look, so I gestured that we should switch positions. He had a great cock - nice and straight and quite slim, but of solid length. I started to suck him off. At first, it tasted a bit of chlorine, but I soon forgot about that, as the water from the pool was mixed with my salvia and his precum.

He didn't last long - soon, he withdrew from my mouth and sent a nice splash of cum over my torso. Then he jumped into the water and moved behind me, so that I could feel his semi-erect and cummy cock between my legs as he started to jerk me off with his hands. It was a bit strange to feel his cum on my chest and between my legs at the same time as I was jerked off, and it didn't take long before I burst a great load into the water.

As we walked back out of the locker room a bit later, I did realize why he had dared to do this at all - the doors were securely locked from inside, of course. And in theory, he was the only person at work during the night, although he could never be sure if the manager would turn up on a surprise visit.

As it turned out, he was not at work for the remaining two nights I was staying at this hotel, but I did get his email address, so I will surely try again next time I'm in Copenhagen.

Ask me anything answers 6

2009-04-01T13:14:00.000-07:00

In a comment, Tremendi asks me a whole bunch of questions:
1. What is the most unusual place that you have had sex?
2. Have you ever had sex outdoors in the winter? For example, in the snow?
3. Can you describe a situation where you know you were being watched and it turned you on more or made you perform better?
4. Can you tell us some of your experiences of sleeping naked in dorms/hostels and the reactions that you have had (including touching by total strangers)

I'll start answering the first one and see how far I get... I've had sex in many places, and often I think of them as "unusual", only to find later that lots of other people have had the same idea. The first time I had sex on a beach, I even found that "unusual", and only later found that there was even a drink named after it... :-)

I've had sex on a boat, on top of a diving board (in a closed swimming pool) and on top of a ski jump. Still, maybe the most unusual one was in a lecture hall at university. It was a huge lecture hall with something like 600 seats, and after the last lecture of the day, I stayed behind with a guy I had been flirting with. With everybody gone, we went at it. It was pure luck that there was noone turning up to pick up something left behind, to clean the lecture hall or anything like that. This is actually the place I've had sex that still elicits the most "wow"s from friends...

2. Have you ever had sex outdoors in the winter? For example, in the snow?
Have you any idea how cold that would be? The closest thing I've done is to be in a cabin in the mountains, having a nice, hot sauna, running naked into the snow and then running back in to have sex inside.

3. Can you describe a situation where you know you were being watched and it turned you on more or made you perform better?
Being watched always have that effect on me... I remember one of the first times I went to a gay (nude) beach here in Oslo. I undressed and was planning to read a little. Then I noticed that a guy was watching me. He was probably double my age and hadn't even undressed, but I didn't mind that - I immediately got horny. And instead of just relaxing and enjoying being watched, I started to jerk off. Just the idea of jerking off outside where I *could* be seen was a bit new to me at the time, and to do it in plain view of this dressed guy, who was obviously enjoying what he saw, was electrifying. I was on my back and raised my cock high into the air, only touching the ground with my shoulders and the soles of my feet. It felt very hot, and when I came, cum hit my face as well as my stomach. There didn't seem to be anyone else around, so I walked slowly down to the water with cum all over me, and had a nice swim.

4. Can you tell us some of your experiences of sleeping naked in dorms/hostels and the reactions that you have had (including touching by total strangers)
Of course, this question could lead to several posts. I've written before about how I prefer to stay at hostels on my travels, and that I prefer to sleep in the nude. The experiences are varied - sometimes, people just shrug, sometimes, people are turned on, sometimes, they are drunk and horny.

I remember a night two years ago in a hostel in Amsterdam. I had been out quite late, and got back to the hostel about 3am. Everyone else in the room (a six-bed room) was already asleep, so I just undressed and went to sleep - under the cover. But I always move a little when I'm sleeping, so by morning the cover is always on the floor or somewhere else. Very early, I woke up by the sound of an alarm clock. Apparently, someone had to get up early. I kept my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep, noticing, of course, that I was naked and uncovered. I heard the guy get out of his bed, and then some quiet steps in my directions. Apparently, he wanted to have a look. It was a turn-on to be lying there, knowing that he was watching me, but not really knowing which one of my five "room-mates" he was. And then, very carefully, he put his hand on my dick. Needless to say, it got erect almost immediately. He even started to move his hand a little, almost jerking me off. But then I heard a little sound from somewhere - probably just someone moving around in their bed or something, and this guy removed his hand. Maybe he just realized that he was in a hurry. Anyway, he made noises for a while more, sounding like he was getting dressed, arranging his luggage and so on. And all the time, I had to pretend to be sleeping, and still knowing that my now erect cock was on plain view for anyone waking up - as well as for the guy responsible...

Then, just before he walked out the door, I heard a sound that sounded remarkably like a Sony-Ericsson cell phone taking a photo. But I didn't look, wanting to preserve the impression that I was sleeping.

I have many more stories about hostels. I also like it when guys are visibly intrigued but don't really want to admit it. I like to pretend that it's perfectly normal to walk around the room in the nude, and love to watch the confusion of guys who want to do the same, want to stare at me and still... But more about that later, I guess...

Ask me anything answers 5

2009-03-01T12:39:00.001-08:00

Gard asked a whole bunch of questions - they're almost a sex meme in their own right:
"1. Describe the sexiest guy you ever had sex with.
2. You must have had sex with people of lots of different professions - what's the coolest profession?
3. Do you ever swallow when you suck?
4. What's your favorite part of gay saunas?
5. Have you ever lost on purpose in strip poker?
6. How many women have you had sex with?
7. How much money would it take to have you model for Playgirl?"

1. Describe the sexiest guy you ever had sex with.
A. Sexy can be so many different things. Of course the body (and some parts more than others) are important, but for me context is essential. Attitude is also part of it. Therefore, I think I'll choose a guy I had sex with in the summer almost two years ago. I was relaxing, naked, at a lake near Oslo, and I had noticed this good-looking guy a few metres away. He went for a little swim, but when he got back up, he chose to do that right next to where I was, and he had a solid erection as he rose from the water. He didn't seem to doubt at all what I would want to do - his smile and his eyes (as well as his erect cock) told me that he wanted to fuck, right there, and that he was sure that that's what I wanted, too. I've had sex with guys with even better bodies and even larger cocks, but still the picture of him approaching me has stuck as the most sexy.

2. You must have had sex with people of lots of different professions - what's the coolest profession?
A. This is a funny question. I met a guy online maybe three years ago, we had a few beers at London (the gay pub in Oslo) and ended up at my place for a one-night stand. Only weeks later, I saw something online that made me realize that this guy was about to become a priest. I think it's quite cute to have had sex with a priest, and hopes he got a glimpse of heaven... :-)

3. Do you ever swallow when you suck?
A. Yes, at times. I also find it sexy to get the sperm all over me, but sometimes, I prefer to get it in my mouth. Most guys love it, and some deserve it...

4. What's your favorite part of gay saunas?
A. Gay saunas are designed to please, and of course I like many parts. But as an exhibitionist, I particularly enjoy it whenever there are possibilities of having sex with people watching. But I must admit that I also enjoy glory holes, even though there's not much exhibitionistic about it...

5. Have you ever lost on purpose in strip poker?
A. I haven't played strip poker for years. While still in school, we did play strip poker at some parties, but I'm too bad at poker to have to lose on purpose. I always ended up naked anyway...

6. How many women have you had sex with?
A. More than I'd like to admit. At least 20. Sometimes with guys, but sometimes just me and a woman. This may be because I get so turned on by the exhibitionist part of the activity, that I don't really have to be turned on by the person in addition? At least that's a possible explanation, because almost all times I've had sex with women have been in close proximity to a nude beach or similar places.

7. How much money would it take to have you model for Playgirl?
A. Difficult question. Part of me would do it for free, just for the fun of being visible all over the place, while another part of me would never do it, just because I would become so visible - even to people who rarely visit porn sites. But thinking about sums: for $1,000, I wouldn't do anything that I wouldn't do anyway. For $10,000, I would do things I didn't like, as long as it didn't become public. For $1,000,000, I would probably do just about anything, as long as it's not dangerous. (No, this is not an ad, and this "offer" is not to be considered legally binding...) :-)

Ask me anything answers 4

2009-02-28T12:45:00.000-08:00

Tremendi asks "How did you get into exhibitionism and discovering that you were turned on more by knowing that people were watching you?"

That's a good question. I really can't pinpoint it. Of course, I remember that nudity fascinated me from a very early age. I guess that the idea that one should be very careful not to be seen by anyone naked (except in particular circumstances, such as in the locker room at school) made me interested. In particular, I remember standing by my bedroom window in the nude, feeling the summer evening air while thinking that someone might be watching.

As I've written elsewhere: I mostly prefer to be seen naked in "innocent" circumstances. Being naked in my own room is such a circumstance, even though I hesitated a bit longer than necessary after opening the window before going to bed. Likewise, most of my public nudity for my first years of exhibition was in similar situations - at nude beaches, at other beaches, out in the woods, in youth hostels etc.

Of course, these are all different. Being naked in your bedroom window is quite "innocent", but if you're sporting a hard-on in that situation, it's another matter. In the locker room, on the other hand, I remember that I used to get semi-hard. I enjoyed the attention the other guys gave me, even though they laughed and made fun of me. They said that I couldn't control my dick, but they didn't know that I controlled it perfectly exactly for that purpose. And I enjoyed it immensely when I saw that other guys got a hard-on because they had been looking at mine...

And youth hostels are different still. In youth hostels (or other dorm-like situations), I always sleep in the nude, and make sure that the cover only covers me for the first 30 minutes or so. However, you never really know how people might react when they see a naked guy in a bed - I remember the first time someone touched me in that situation; it was a pleasant shock.

Anyway, the answer to your question must be the bedroom window. I didn't really get turned on by people actually watching me - I've always been almost as much turned on by knowing that people might be watching me. So even just going for a nude swim in the middle of the forest may turn me on, even though I know there are probably noone else around. As long as there might be...

Feel free to copy...

2009-02-23T13:45:00.000-08:00

A guy sent me a message asking if it would be okay to post one of my stories on his blog. I answered "yes, of course" - but then realized that I should be clearer about it here as well:

If anyone wants to use parts of or whole stories from this blog somewhere else, feel free to do so. The only thing I ask is that I'm mentioned and that there is a link back to the story in my blog. (And if you send me an email or write a comment about it as well, I'll even know about it.)

In this age of quickly emerging technologies and swift deletions, the only sure way of survival is to be copied...

The couple with a special interest

2009-02-14T15:16:00.000-08:00

I've written before that I rarely meet people based on emails or chats online - I prefer things to happen more "spontaneously". One exception was an email that I got one Thursday in August last year, which read something like this (although in Norwegian):
"Dear James,
my husband and I have read your blog and are intrigued by its contents. We own a cabin and a secluded beach in the Oslo fjord, and have for a long time had a fantasy of having some naked people around us when we are enjoying the sun. Now we are trying to invite some people to fulfil our fantasy. Would you be interested in coming to our place this Saturday if the weather permits?
We will have a boat pick you up.
Yours sincerely,"
and so on.

I'm not sure what I felt when I got this email. One part of me had worried that starting this blog would impact on my life in ways I didn't want - and if I could, I would have made it invisible to people from Norway. I didn't like people around here to read my stories. On the other hand, I couldn't resist this offer, of course. I didn't know exactly what it would mean, but I knew it would involve sun and nudity and other people. So I answered yes. I got an email with more detailed instructions: they wanted me (and the other guys) to be naked and swim or whatever we wanted in the area around the cabin. We would get food and drinks if we wanted. The simple point was to provide some "atmosphere" for the couple.

The weather was very nice on that Saturday, so in the afternoon I got down to the fjord and was taken by a boat to the island. I understood the meaning of the word secluded now - the beach could not be seen from other parts of the island, but was clearly visible from quite a distance on the fjord. Well, I didn't mind. I got off the boat and saw that three other guys had already arrived - they were lying around, naked. I decided on a spot not to far from the others, and undressed.

The cabin was more like a house than a typical cabin, and it was not far from the beach. The couple was not to be seen. On my left was a Caribbean-looking guy, maybe my age and height, slim and with a good-looking cock. On my other side, maybe only ten meters away was a Norwegian-looking guy. He may have been 30 years old, muscular. He was on his stomach so far, so I couldn't really see his dick. Nice ass, though. And further to my left were another guy who could easily be Norwegian, with light blond hair. He can't have been more than 19 years old, a bit skinny, but with a sexy tan but no tan line.

As I arrived, all of the others looked at me, of course. I nodded politely, but then lay down and started to consider the situation. We were four good-looking guys (if I may be so immodest), we were all naked and we could all me seen by at least ten boats in the fjord at this very moment. So of course I enjoyed the situation very much already. And then, the couple came out.

The couple put up their chairs on the opposite part of the beach from us, setting up their beach chairs facing us. They were a beautiful couple in their early thirties. The guy was wearing a tiny swimsuit while she was wearing a nice bikini. They sat down, started to talk and drink beer, while they were watching us.

Being naked with others is great, but being naked where there are also people who are not naked is even better. This may be because their clothes underline my nudity. In any case, my cock reacted almost immediately, getting half-erect within seconds. Almost on instinct, I watched around me to see if anyone noticed (and maybe even considered turning around to avoid embarrasment), but I soon realised that I was not alone in this reaction. The beautiful guy who I've guessed may be from the Caribbean was already fully erect, while the two other Norwegians were also approaching that status. So instead of covering up in any way, I just relaxed, closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my swelling cock catching some sun. I knew three beautiful guys with hard-ons were watching, I knew the couple were watching and I knew that we were also visible from afar. Perfect.

We were all just resting and going for a swim once in a while - enjoying the beautiful day. I'm quite patient when I'm on a beach - I can rest for a long time before getting restless. After an hour and a half on this beach, however, I got very impatient, wanting to know what would happen next. However, at about this point, a guy came out from the cabin with a case of beer, which he distributed to us. Then he went back in. I had a beer. I had another beer. By the time I started on my third beer, I noticed that the young Norwegian was looking at me intently. I decided it couldn't hurt to get over to him to have a chat. I sat down next to him, and he said - apparently losing any inhibitions he might have had by a combination of the sun and the beer on an empty stomach - that he'd like to suck me. I answered - not because of the beer but simply because I wanted to - that he could.

This really got things going. As the young guy started working my dick, the Caribbean moved closer to us, evidently wanting to take part. The older Norwegian sat down next to him, and they started to kiss. I glanced at the couple sitting in their chairs - they were watching us even more intensely than before, and the guy's swimwear was having trouble keeping its contents inside.

Sad to say, the tongue-work of the young guy was not very impressive, so I made us switch parts, so that I was sucking him instead. His dick was thin but quite long, and I got the sense that he was constantly very close to coming. So I had to do my job very carefully, licking him only for seconds at a time. After three or four minutes of this, the Caribbean came over and rearranged our bodies so that I could still suck the young one while the Caribbean sucked me. However, I was also eyeing the other Norwegian, whose cock seemed very tempting. Therefore, I decided to finish the "suffering" of my current victim - I shifted gear and used all my tricks at once. Within a minute he was coming - I withdrew a few seconds before that and saw his sperm covering his stomach.

Now it was time for the other Norwegian. I signalled for him to come over, as the young one headed for the water to get his sperm washed off. This was a cock of another caliber, and moreover, he seemed very anxious to thrust deep into my mouth (while the blond one had been more passively enjoying). I had to concentrate on taking as much of his cock as possible, but that was hard, because I could now see - in the corner of my eye - that the couple had gotten out of their chairs and started fucking opposite us. They were still looking in our direction much of the time. I felt the big dick thrusting into my throat, felt a beautiful guy still sucking my dick, saw the couple having sex and saw the blond guy get back out of the water, and the combination made me lose control and come, without warning, into the mouth of the gorgeous guy.

For some reason, after coming I felt like cleaning up, so I went down to the water just like the blond guy had done. I dived into the sea, swam a few strokes, and as I was swimming back in I saw the wonderful scene. The big Norwegian and the Caribbean was now jerking each other off, facing each other, while the straight couple had turned to doggy style on top of their blankets. I couldn't help just sitting down on the shore, watching shamelessly. The Caribbean came first, a big burst of sperm hitting the Norwegian's perfect six-pack. Then it was only half a minute before he came, hitting back. And when I had finished watching them, I noticed that the straight couple were now having an after-sex rest on their towels.

Slowly, everything came back to something resembling "normal". The couple's servant (I guess) came out of the cabin and started lighting the grill, and within minutes the couple were back in their clothes. The guys stayed naked, but not fully erect anymore, and we went swimming and having fun in the water for a while.

It had been an amazing evening, and all because this couple felt it was a bit too lonely to spend their weekends alone on this beautiful beach. In the discussion during dinner they told us that they had found the three other guys via their profiles on gaysir, while I had been found due to my blog.

While I did go to nude beaches lots of times last summer, of course this one Saturday evening was special. I hope I'll get more days like that.

Ask me anything answers 3

2009-02-12T12:24:00.000-08:00

Another question after asking you to Ask me anything:

Kelly asks:

What is your relationship with James?
You written about it a few times.. but I'm intrigued. Do you even want to define it (or limit it definition by trying to answer). I know I adore James without ever having met him.. so I can't imagine what you think of him.
A year ago in January, he had decided to stop his own blogs, and devote more time to his boyfriend, the 'former' one with whom he seems to have broken up with ... I think. Then suddenly, he's getting posts about him in your blog, and you two are an item. Oh so it seems... so what's happening there?

Let me first say that I asked James if it was okay to answer this question in my blog. That's why I let it wait for a while. James was cool with it.

James' relationship status on Facebook (before he was deleted) was "It's complicated", if I remember correctly. This was very true. James is playful and exhibitionistic, while his boyfriend is neither. Nonetheless, they love each other very much. Once they tried to sort things out by setting out "rules", but this only underlined everything that was problematic, as I understand it. Now, they have a very different agreement, which James describes more or less like this: They are each other's top priority. This means that James will be with his boyfriend whenever the boyfriend wants to be with him (and the other way round). However, whenever they are apart, they are allowed to do whatever they want.

To me, this is beautiful - it shows both devotion and respect. Devotion, because they acknowledge that the other one is the most important person in their lives. Respect, because they see that both have their own personalities and should have an opportunity to explore different aspects of themselves. It's not obvious that all aspects of your lives should be explored with the same person.

Where does this leave me? Exactly where I want to be. I'm not after a romantic commitment at the moment. I'm happy with great friends and lots of sex in different circumstances and with different people. At the moment, I don't see how this could be combined with having a boyfriend. (Personally, I wouldn't want to go through all the discussions and quarrels that James and his boyfriend have gone through to get to the point where they are today.)

I meet James maybe once a week on average, to try to find new opportunities for exhibitionism. We go to the gym together, to a beach, or maybe just meet at my place, get naked, get seen... We have nice, uncomplicated sex, and that is exactly what we want from each other...

Ask me anything answers 2

2009-02-08T05:04:00.000-08:00

Another question after asking you to Ask me anything:

Petter asked "You seem to have both safe sex and - once in a while - unsafe sex. Have you ever felt scared when having unsafe sex?"

Answer: I very rarely have really unsafe sex. I almost always use condoms when having anal sex, while I do oral sex without condoms (as long as I don't have any injuries in my mouth or anything like that). I know I've written about times where I broke this rule and I'm not proud of that.

But the only time I can think of when I've been really scared was once in Amsterdam. I was 18 and was in Amsterdam for the first time, and visited some kind of sauna or club or something. A guy I met (in a sex shop!) took me there, we undressed and he started discussing putting me in a sex sling. I was interested (to put it mildly), but I insisted he use condoms. The sling was in a separate room (but with small windows for voyeurs to look in), and this guy led me into it. He locked the door and soon I was hanging in the sling naked, with a wild erection. My "friend" was looking great, with a swimmer's body and a straight and erect cock. He put on his condom, but before starting to enter me, he went over to the door and unlocked it.

At this point, I was scared. I was defenceless, and I saw faces outside the little "windows" lighting up, as they would be allowed to come in. I feared being fucked for hours by lots of men without condoms. However, there was little I could do - my hands were tied, as the saying goes...

But at first, everything was fine. The sexy guy went back to me and started to fuck me. The room started to fill up with naked guys, all of them watching us intently and getting horny. I just loved the attention and the pounding of the cock and my complete passivity. He kept fucking and fucking, but as he was about to come, he pulled out and instead shot his load all over my stomach and chest.

This was the moment I feared. One of the other guys in the room was already stepping forward, eager to fuck me. He was huge - probably a bodybuilder for years. He had veins on the top of his skin. I looked at him pleadingly and said "please, use a condom", but I guess he liked my role as a slave anyway, so this didn't help. However, this was when my "friend" said the all-important words: "Nobody will fuck him without a condom."

For some reason, these words did the trick. As they were said by the "master", not by the "slave", they were accepted. The bodybuilder went over to the box of condoms hanging on the wall and put one on. Then he walked over to me and started to fuck me.

It's hard to describe my feelings for the next hour. I had been so worried about the lack of condoms that I hadn't really given much thought to whether I wanted ten guys to fuck me. However, I soon realized that I enjoyed that a whole lot. Actually, being watched while having sex turns me on a lot, but being watched by a series of men who would soon also be fucking me, turned me on even more. So I was hanging in the sex sling for more than one hour, with a constant erection and with a smile on my face.

It did hurt, of course. My ass started hurting about halfway through, and the leather holding my arms and legs in place was starting to saw into my skin - at least it felt like that. But when the last guy was done, of course there was one more thing to be done. The "swimmer" was still in the room, and he came over to me and started jerking me off - very, very slowly and carefully. I guess I would have come within seconds if he had done it at a normal speed, but in this way, he could keep jerking me for minutes while the guys around me, who had just fucked me, were still watching.

Writing this down now, it all seems insane. I was terribly young, eager to see some of the fun I knew Amsterdam could offer, and I met a guy who probably was making a habit of picking up "innocent" tourists in the sex shop. I'm just awfully, awfully thankful that he did what he did to protect me from infections...

After coming, I was helped out of the sling, had a long, long shower and then dressed and walked back to my hotel. I did go out to a gay bar the next afternoon, and even ran into one of the guys who had been fucking me the day before, but my sex drive needed another day to get back in order.

So the answer is: no, I'm not scared anymore. I've learned to set the boundaries exactly where I'm comfortable with them. Especially, I'm trying to let only people I trust tie me down...

Ask me anything answers 1

2009-02-08T03:00:00.000-08:00

I've already gotten questions after asking you to Ask me anything:

Renton asks "have you spent much time in bathhouses? I've been to a couple but I always wish there were more people my age. The ones I've been to seem to attract an older crowd."

Answer: My experience is pretty much the same as yours. That doesn't bother me, though. Older people are fine... :-)

There are many ways to find people to have sex with, and I'm using most of them:
Going to the gym and try to find interested guys in the shower is exciting and sometimes gives great results - but more often, it leads to nothing. Making an agreement to meet someone I've met on the net is very frustrating - I rarely do that, because it feels so stupid when people don't turn up. Going to gay bars is expensive, but has the benefit of almost always leading to sex, although often with people who are drunk... Webcam sex may also be great, but of course is not perfect.

Going to bathhouses (gay saunas) is, in many ways, better than many other options. You know there will always be horny guys there. It's true that the average age is a bit high, but on the other hand, that gives you plenty of attention. For an exhibitionist like me, saunas give many opportunities.

On the other hand, I prefer sex to happen suddenly and randomly, and therefore, I also try to look for sex in other places...

Ask me anything

2009-02-07T02:27:00.001-08:00

Sorry for not updating much lately. It's been a busy time, lots of travels etc. Lots of experiences as well, but too little time to blog about them...

While I try to get around to blog, I have a suggestions: why don't you ask me questions? Ask me anything, and I'll ask truthfully - and as entertaining as I can...

(By the way, Facebook has deleted my account - I don't know why. I'll consider getting a social networking account somewhere else soon...)

Twitter

2008-12-29T14:10:00.000-08:00

James came over to visit me tonight. Right before he arrived, I was a little bored, so I created a twitter account. I don't know if I will keep twittering a lot, but I might. James actually got turned on by me twittering about what we were doing (even though it was innocent remarks such as "We're watching an old Bel Ami movie together - "American in Prague". We both love Johan Paulik - but we also have each other"... I guess it just gave a small added sense of exhibitionism, but without the camera which we are a bit tired of.

What would be really cool, however, was to twitter and get comments while we were together. Currently, however, I almost have no followers on twitter - so it's almost like being an exhibitionist on a deserted island...

Anyway, we got turned on by the "American in Prague" - we both love Johan Paulik, and in that movie he has lots of sex with Chance, another beauty. We were jerking off each other on the coach while watching the DVD, then we went over to the bedroom. The bedroom has the advantage of the bed, of course, but it also has the window that faces the back of the block. By now, I've been living here long enough to know that the guy in the fourth floor will be looking out of his window to see if there is something to watch, and that he enjoys watching us. It didn't fail tonight either: when we started fucking, the light in his apartment was on, but when I looked up a few minutes later, it was off - but I could clearly see a movement there.

I told James about this, and of course, this turned him on even more. James insisted on laying on his back, looking at the window, and let me suck him off. After all the jerking (without coming) during the movie, it didn't take long before he came, even though I tried to calm him down and make it last longer. He shot a big cum all over his chest and stomach. Then he simply turned over on his knees, and let me fuck him.

It's strange being with James. He is so sexual, is very well endowed and is as crazy about exhibitionism as I am. The moment he knows that someone is watching, he can get hard in a second, and it's almost like the sex is more about performance than about pleasure. But it's both, of course, the point is of course that he gets immense pleasure from being watched having sex.

Anyway, he's gone home now, and I'm back at my computer (naked), updating my blog and twittering a little. And maybe I'll surf Facebook a little. Earlier today, a Canadian woman actually asked me to "use my naked body to warm her up" on webcam. I was in the middle of something else so I couldn't "help" her, but in a strange way it actually tempted me. Why should I get any pleasure from being naked on webcam for a straight woman? I don't know - just the idea of being just a "tool" for once, attracted me. I'll see if she's still there...

I'm just blabbering away... I'll come back with a more structured post with one of my sexual encounters from the past one of these days...

(And remember: I'm on Twitter: http://twitter.com/jokristian.)

Approaches to public nudity

2008-12-26T23:15:00.000-08:00

It's still cold and dark in Oslo, so I don't spend as much time being nude - especially not outdoors - as I would have liked to. Instead, I've been thinking of ways to order/categorize how I go about to be naked in public, and have come to the conclusion (so far) that there are usually three different approaches I take:

- the playful, "no worries" attitude
- the innocent, "naive"
- the confrontational

The clearest example of the first one is perhaps the yearly ritual in which the "russ" run naked through Norwegian city streets. It's the students who have finished high school who do this, and they get away with it partly because it's a tradition, but also because it's just for fun and nobody worries about it. Similarly, when I go for a jog in the forests around Oslo and see a lake, I don't hesitate to strip off and have a nice little dip in the water. Of course, I pick places in which I can be seen from the main path, but still nobody objects.

However, to be "naked" in busy streets, I go for the second approach. You can't credibly be "playfully" walking around naked among hundreds of people - but you can dress a bit "carelessly". One day in August this year, I saw that it would be rain, so I wore my nice, white trousers and - of course - nothing underneath. The trousers went just the right degree of transparent when wet - not enough to make it totally unbelieveable that I wouldn't notice, but enough for it to be quite a sensation...

Of course, the "innocent" approach is also what I do when I fall asleep on nude beaches and wake up with a boner. Nobody can really be upset about that, and quite often there are some guys nearby who takes an interest and wants to get to know me better...

And of course, when I'm naked in my apartment, not knowing that my curtains do not really hide me from passers-by in the street, that's also the "naive" or "innocent" effect. That's the one I'm using right now, sitting naked by my computer in the living room, with lights on inside and the dark night outside...

The "confrontational" is the more classical "exhibitionist" kind. I don't do that very often, as it carries the risk of being arrested and things like that. However, it can be quite effective. I remember that I stayed at a youth hostel once and the beautiful guy in the bed next to mine seemed quite interested. I was 98% sure that he wanted me, but as I had already gone to bed, I found no great way of getting to the action. Being "innocent" probably wouldn't have been enough, as he would not have had the courage to make the first move. So instead, I simply lifted up my cover to reveal my erect dick to him, while watching him intently.

This could, no doubt, have led to trouble. If I was wrong, he could have complained to the management, attacked me or something like that. In this case, however, I was right. He was clearly interested, so when I nodded in the direction of the bathroom door, he clearly agreed. So I put a towel around me (not wanting to show my erection to the rest of the people in the room) and went to the bathroom. He was with me within seconds, and he immediately came down on me and sucked me. Then we took turns sucking each other, and...

I notice that I'm drifting into an erotic story here. I guess I'll rather write the full story some other day - in this post, it was just meant as an example of the "confrontational" approach to nudity.

I'm sure there are more approaches - and of course, more examples of each... Feel free to use the comment option here...

Shopping

2008-12-08T13:22:00.000-08:00

I'm still a bit sad that it's winter and difficult to find opportunities for being nude in public (although there's always the gym, of course). I talked to James, and we decided to make do with a situation a bit less naked - but very public. We decided to go shopping...

It's Christmas soon, so all clothing shops (and other shops) in Oslo are crowded with people shopping frentically. So we decided to have some fun at a dressing room. We chose one of the stores on Karl Johan (Oslo's main street), and picked up a handful of trousers to try.

Of course we had prepared. I had chosen a particularly wide and soft pair of open fly boxers, which I thought would give possibilities for significant "tents" and even peeks. James, however, chose to premiere his new pair of push up briefs. He is already above average by far, but with these, he's just huge.

We didn't have much of a plan - we just waited in line, got a dressing room stall each (which happened to be next to each other - both facing the shop) and started to try on the different pairs of trousers. Of course, every time I wanted his advice, I went over to his stall and opened the curtain, exposing him (in his briefs) to more or less everybody in the shop. And every time he had a pair of trousers on, he went over to my stall, exposing me.

I know this may sound pathetic, but as we were in front of a crowded shop with fully clothed people, even this made us get semi-erect. And after just maybe ten minutes of this, an (overworked) guy working in the store started to look in our direction and then came over. I thought that we would be asked to leave or cover up, but instead he wanted to help James find the best pair of jeans. The only surprising thing about this was that James had not asked for help, while the shop was full of people desperately seeking help.

This guy stayed with us, however, and all the time came over with a new pair of trousers, discussing them at great lengths so as to have a good excuse for looking at James as he was trying on every new one. At this point, I stayed in my stall, only coming out once in a while to pick up something else to try on. I listened to the conversation, but almost couldn't help laughing when I heard James ask "Are you sure there's not a bulge when I wear these trousers - I tend to have that problem" The guy obviously couldn't imagine what to say - after all he'd been drooling over James' dick for a long time, so he couldn't reasonably pretend that the bulge was not a problem." At last he just said that many people found a bulge quite attractive.

At this point James decided to involve me again, so he asked "What do you think?" and opened the curtains to my stall. At this point, I was again pretending to try on a pair of trousers, but my semi-erection was getting less and less "semi". Outside my stall was James, discussing his bulge with this guy who was staring at him, while my erection created a very obvious tent in my wide boxers. James asked again, quite loud "Do you think I have too much a bulge here?" I think at least five or six people turned to look, but I think they looked more at my tent than at his - after all quite covered-up - bulge.

By this time, it got too much for the guy working in the shop, so he just closed the curtain and said, quickly, that he would have to take care of some other customers. But before he had left, James had the presence of mind to ask him if there was a toilet nearby. The guy said that there was really only a staff toilet in this shop. Then he hesitated for about one second, and then told James that he could borrow it. The last thing I heard was this guy following James to the toilet.

Of course, I met James a bit later. I asked how the toilet visit was. James smiled. Apparently, the guy was very good with his customers - not only lending the toilet, but also giving personal service inside the toilet. He had wanted to have a closer look at James' new briefs. A very close look... Then what did he do, I asked. And then James showed me...

In the gym with James

2008-11-17T07:32:00.000-08:00

I'm settled into my new apartment, and has already had great times there - not the least when James visited. That was an exhibitionistic night to remember - and I'll surely tell more about it later.

Later in the week, however, James and I went to the gym again (see an earlier post), and what happened there is certainly worth a post, too.

We had talked on facebook about what opportunities we had. Of course, in the locker room we could get semi-erect and observe the reactions of others, and in the gym we could wear different kinds of revealing clothes. There's also a pool which gives interesting opportunities, and a sauna where the heat makes everybody particularly "vulnerable". In fact; once people start getting a hard-on in the sauna, they have nowhere to hide - several times have a semi-erection on my part given others raging hard-ons, often leading to them leaving the sauna blushing...

But in this case, most of the fun was in the gym. It started in the locker room, though. James and I chose lockers far apart - pretending to be strangers. Already while James was undressing, I noticed another guy watching him closely. This guy was our age (early 20s), maybe even 19, and he was obviously a regular guest here, judging by his beautiful body. James, on the other hand, is slim, which only makes his dick look even bigger than it is. Just as James took off his boxer, he decided to fill his bottle with water, so he crossed the room - our "new friend"'s eyes following him. James got back, and found his favorite gym shorts in his bag. The gym shorts are perfect - it has no inner brief, but it is exactly long enough to hide everything as long as you are standing up. The moment you sit down, however, your jewels are clearly visible. James put on his shorts, t-shirt and shoes and wandered out into the gym. "Our friend" followed immediately. I waited for a moment before joining them. While waiting, I saw that "our friend" had the name "Nils" written on his gym bag - so I'll stop calling him "our friend"...

In the gym, James was on a bicycle doing a little warm-up cycling. I watched his shorts, and saw that they didn't really show much the way James was cycling. I also noted that Niels had sat down behind James and was cycling also.

After maybe ten minutes of cycling, James went over to a biceps trainer. He sat down, and started pushing. Niels also stopped cycling, and seemed so interested in James that he wanted to find a machine nearby - so he walked towards James' direction. It was funny to see his reaction the moment he noticed that James' cock was partly on display - he almost stopped walking, and couldn't keep his eyes away for at least ten seconds. Then he quickly got to his senses, and sat down on the closest machine there was. I was watching from the bikes, but even from a distance I could see that Niels was having problems keeping his cock down.

James obviously knew what was going on, and decided it was time for some fun. Instead of moving on to the machine next to the one he was using, he decided to move to the one furthest away. Again, he sat down, and Niels almost immediately followed. As he walked through the entire gym, the bulge was very noticeable, but apparently he couldn't stay away from James.

Of course, James couldn't keep being this bad, so the next few machines he chose were also in the same area, so Niels could keep watching without having to flout his huge bulge for everyone to see. And after a little while, there was a moment when James and Niels were the only people in that area, and that was when James decided to lie down to do a little bench press. Of course, his cock was already half visible, and it only took a tiny slide down the bench to get it fully exposed. Even from my position I could see the semi-erect beauty. Niels must have had a very good view - and he actually completely stopped doing whatever he was pretending to do in his machine, and just stared.

I guessed that this would be the end of this part of the fun, so I went into the locker room, which happened to be empty. I undressed. The timing was perfect, I had just undressed completely when James arrived - again closely followed by Niels. It was time to see Niels' erect dick. To make it a bit less embarrassing for him, I let my dick rise a bit as well - that was not very difficult after all that I had seen. So just as Niels was about to undress, he had the guy he had been watching for half an hour on his one side, undressing, and another stranger, sporting a hard-on on the other. So obviously he didn't have a chance of getting his cock limb again. And, on the other hand, he might think it didn't matter much either, as I was showing off...

I started to get very intrigued about how far we could possibly do this. I decided to be brave, so as I got into the shower, I started applying soap all over my body. So just as James and Niels entered the shower, I was soaping up my still erect cock. Of course, James took my cue, and also hardened up at the same time as he let his fingers work his torso and then his cock. Niels, of course, also applied his soap. By then, what my fingers did was much closer to jerking off than to anything else. Niels seemed in doubt for a split second, but then his erection got the better of him, and he started to jerk off, too. James didn't even start jerking until Niels was already well underway.

I would have wished to end this report by telling about wonderful cum all over the place, but instead we suddenly heard sounds from outside. For some reason, the guy who entered the locker room decided to look through the round window in the door to the showers. I turned quickly towards the wall, and James was also quite fast - while Niels was a tiny bit slower. It's impossible to say what the face in the window actually saw - he may have seen two guys showering innocently and one guy jerking off, but I don't know that for sure.

Niels finished his shower, towelled off very quickly and hurried off. James and I were a bit slower, but agreed that we had had enough "public" fun for one evening and headed back to James' place - where we had a great time. We couldn't help thinking of Niels once in a while...

(And Niels, if you read this: I hope you had a good time - and if you want to go to the gym with James and me again, just let me know...)

Facebook

2008-11-09T09:27:00.001-08:00

Just a very short note to mention that I'm now on facebook. Would be cool to see if many of my readers are there - feel free to add me... :-)

Have you ever had a hard-on...

2008-11-07T10:54:00.000-08:00

I liked the results of this month's poll: they showed that the readers of this blog are adventurous people, who are not afraid to let others enjoy the sight of their hard-ons. Only five percent of the people who answered had never had a hard-on in any of the situations I suggested...

in a shower with people you didn't know 179 (56%)
on a beach 200 (63%)
while being photographed 106 (33%)
in photos that you've posted online 75 (23%)
in videos that you've posted online 32 (10%)
at a naked party 75 (23%)
with more than 10 people present 106 (33%)
naked, in a car, on the motorway 141 (44%)
(none of the above) 17 (5%)

Votes so far: 315
Poll closed

Do you have any ideas for a new poll? Please let me know by adding a comment!

The new apartment

2008-11-07T10:21:00.000-08:00

Winter is approaching, and that normally means far fewer opportunities for nudity - usually I'm only naked at home and when I'm at the gym. Of course, at the gym I can always get an "unintended" hard-on, but other than that, there is not much happening.

However, I have been looking for a new apartment for a while, as the one I've been renting so far has been a bit too far from work. Three weeks ago, I finally found the perfect one, and this week I moved in. What's so perfect about it? I'll tell you:

The new apartment is only a ten minutes' walk from the centre of Oslo, and only fifteen minutes from my office. Even more important, however: it is on the ground floor, with windows to a moderately busy street, and with a bedroom window facing the backyard.

I'm sure most of my readers have seen the implications of this already: I have made sure to put up white and very light curtains. This means that as it gets dark outside (which it does at about five o'clock nowadays), people on the street can see perfectly well what goes on in my apartment. I undress as soon as I get home from work, and enjoy my nudity for hours before going to bed. People who like what they see, can of course pass the window as often as they like - people who don't like it, can't really complain (it's not their business what I do in my own apartment, after all...)

When I finally go to bed, I go to my bedroom. As I haven't closed the curtains in advance, I have to do that. After all, I wouldn't want people who pass my window on their way across the backyard to their apartments to see me, would I? (And I can't be blamed if they happen to see me for the short while I close the curtains...)

Already, I have noticed people walking surprisingly slowly past my living room window, and I'm laughing loud by the fact that the rent is actually lower on this apartment than on the ones higher up in the building. For an exhibitionist, this is the perfect one...

The university toilet

2008-09-18T13:17:00.000-07:00

I'm still following courses at the university, and therefore spend a lot of time at Blindern (the campus of University of Oslo). Today, I went to one of the larger toilets to pee. On my way in, I exchanged a long glance with another guy who was apparently having the same plan. He was blonde and beautiful, about my age and about my height. He went into one of the cabins, and I decided to go into the one next to his.

In many of these toilets, there are holes in the wall - even though the university tries to repair the walls as soon as someone makes new holes - and there was a hole between my cabin and the one of this other guy. I didn't want to peek, however (I never want to be the first one to do that) so I just pulled down my trousers and briefs and had a piss while I tried to figure out what was going on on the other side of the wall. I didn't have to think of that long, however, because suddenly I saw a pair of knees on the floor - obviously meaning that the guy was now on his knees to get a good view through the hole. I was finished peeing and was already turning hard, so I turned towards the hole, and started to jerk off.

At first, I imagined that it was his eyes that was on the other side of the hole, but then I realised that there was a small flash from time to time. He must have found his cell-phone and started to take photos of me! Of course, this only turned me on more, so I spread my legs a bit more and leant against the wall opposite him and kept pumping my cock. At the same time as I saw flashes from his camera, I kept hearing people coming and going outside, and I knew that it would be possible to hear what I was doing if anyone listened carefully enough, and it would be possible to see what I was doing if anyone bent down a little to look at the position of my legs.

I came in a tremendous burst, and lots of small drops of cum turned up on the floor in front of me. I felt like giving the guy on the other side an extra treat, so I sat down on my knees, so that my face was about level with the hole, and looked into the tiny cell-phone lens as I slowly licked my fingers clean. I couldn't help noticing that the cell-phone was jerking, however, and I soon realized why - within seconds, small drops of cum had arrived on the floor from the other side of the wall as well - just a few drops close to the wall, but a sure sign of what had happened on the other side of the wall...

I cleaned up the mess and walked out of the stall. As I was washing my hands, the face of this guy turned up in the mirror next to mine. "Oh, I have to run - could you give me your number so we could meet and study a little later?" he said - obviously trying to sound as if we were long-time study mates who just happened not to have given our numbers to each other before. Of course, I gave him my number, but I'm not sure any of the guys around us fell for his camouflage...

The tourist in Oslo

2008-09-13T11:44:00.001-07:00

One of the warm, lazy summer days in Oslo, I had agreed to eat dinner with a friend downtown, but for some reason I arrived in the centre of Oslo about three hours early. I decided to do as so many others: enjoy the sun on the lawn in front of Stortinget (the Parliament building). I took off my t-shirt, and lay down on the ground and just rested for a while.

It was great to do nothing, just look at the sky, the people around me, the buildings. On the pavement nearby, I saw a tourist with a camera, and I noticed that he was pointing the lense in my direction. As any reader of my blog will know, I didn't mind this at all. Quite to the contrary, in summer I often dress to make sure that people see me - this time I was wearing a pair of quite short denim shorts. I was wearing them low, to show off my slim body as much as possible. In addition, the legs of the shorts were wide enough to provide tantalizing opportunities for people wanting to look. As usual, I had no underwear.

I kept looking at the tourist, who was a handsome guy in his early 20s. He was obviously focusing on me now, walking around the lawn to find the best possible angles. I kept eye contact, but realized that he wouldn't be approaching me without being nudged, so in the end I signalled that I wanted to talk to him. He seemed surprised, but came over. Before I had a chance to say anything, he said, with a French accent, "I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind that I took a few photos?" "A few?", I asked and laughed, "it must have been a hundred." He seemed worried, but I went on "Don't worry - my only regret is that I didn't bring my camera to take photos of you..."

He was obviously relieved - he must have thought that I would be angry with him for being photographed so thoroughly. He handed me his camera and said "Maybe you could take my photo here?" I took his camera, rose up and shot a photo of him with the parliament behind him. He was very cute. "Maybe one without the shirt?", I asked, and of course he let go of his polo shirt. His torso was beautiful - not that of a man who works out every day, more a natural, slim but still defined body. I shot a few more photos.

I was searching my mind for a way to keep things moving - he was obviously intrigued with me as I was with him, but I didn't see any obvious way forward. But then luck struck - the camera was out of battery. "The battery symbol has appeared", I said. He looked surprised - "already?" he said. "Okay - so we can't take any more photos..." But then he seemed to realize something and said "But I have another battery that I'm charging in my hotel room over there" (he pointed in the direction of Grand Hotel, the hotel right next to Stortinget - I couldn't believe my luck), "If you don't mind, we could go up to check if it's ready?" Of course, I nodded and went with him.

He did actually have another battery up there, and as soon as it was in the camera, I asked if I could photograph him in his room. He readily accepted. I asked him to stand by the window, then to sit in the chair, then to lie on the bed. I guess we both knew where we were going, so when I asked him if he could open the button on his shorts, he did without hesitating. Then I didn't even have to ask him to open his zipper, and then he threw the shorts on the floor. He still had a pair of briefs on - certainly too small to hide the considerable bulge. He seemed both embarrassed and proud at the same time, and I tried to catch that look on his face - and then, just as I wondered what to say to make him pull down the briefs, he did. His cock was erect, slim and long. By now, I guess he wanted me to stop worrying about the camera, but I wanted to do one more thing: I asked him to go to the window. I took a few photos with his erect cock in the foreground and the centre of Oslo in the background.

He reached for the camera and asked me to get down on the bed. I still had only my small shorts on, and he asked me to spread my legs so that he could get some nice photos of my balls. Then, without further ado, he undid the button, opened the zipper and pulled off my shorts.

Now he was in charge. He put the camera away, got down on the bed and started working on my dick with his mouth. It felt wonderful, but right now I was in the mood for something else, so I asked "Do you have condoms here?" He opened the drawer in the bedside table, and I saw he had a pack of Norwegian condoms (five left of a pack of ten) and a bottle of lube. He went down on all fours on the bed while I put on the condom. Then I put lube on the condom, as well as on a finger which I softly prepared him with. I didn't want to waste too much time on this, however, so I quickly entered him.

I don't know about you, but I think the "quality" of "bottoms" varies tremendously. There are the people who don't move, of course, who are quite boring. Then there are the ones who moves rhythmically, but never seem to get in the same rhythm as me. This guy, however, very quickly showed that he was a very active bottom. And while I often try to enter a guy carefully to avoid hurting him, here I couldn't do that - he more or less thrust his ass towards me so that I was deep inside him earlier than I expected. Actually, the whole thing combined the physical sensation of fucking with the feeling of being fucked by someone. I loved it.

Then, he decided to switch positions. He made me lie down on my back, and sat down on my dick. He started to jerk off while at the same time riding me. I was looking at his beautiful dick that was shooting up and down in tune with my cock and his ass. Then, surprisingly, he came - a spurt of sperm shot across my upper body and created a pool between my nipples, and the view of his sperm, his dick, his sexy body - and of course his still more powerful moves - made me come. A huge load entered the condom, and he kept moving up and down just long enough to get me to the edge of pain - then he lay down on top of me and kissed me.

By this time, my friend was already waiting for me in the restaurant, so I only had time for a very quick shower before I headed out of the hotel room. I asked if I could see him again, but he was heading back for Paris on that very night. I kissed him goodbye, but never even got his email address. It was only later in the evening that I remembered that I would really, really like to have the photos - both the ones of me and the ones of him...

But of course, if I ever go to Paris and have a rest on a lawn there, I will be looking out for guys with cameras.

Fiction: The holiday (part 1)

2008-09-05T12:06:00.000-07:00

I want this blog to be a real blog, filled with real-life experiences. However, from time to time I hear stories from friends that trigger my fantasy - and I would like to share these with you as well. Therefore, I will from time to time include fiction stories in this blog. Hope you don't mind. Today's story is based partly on what a friend told me about a holiday he went to a couple of years ago.

There had been lots of problems with the holiday before travelling from Norway. It had been Tore who had asked Fredrik to go to Gran Canaria with him, and when Fredrik had accepted (mostly because he fancied Tore quite a lot), Tore had ordered the plane tickets and the hotel. However, only a week before the trip, Tore had broken his leg, and decided not to go. But he did persuade a colleague - Nils - to take his place, and even though Fredrik didn't like this, he wanted sun and parties so much that he went along with it.

The plane was supposed to leave Gardermoen (Oslo Airport) on Sunday morning, but the plane was delayed a lot of times, and finally left at 6 in the evening. This left many hours in the airport to get to know Nils, of course. Fredrik liked Nils, but he was a bit worried about spending a week with a sexy and smart guy who showed no sign of being gay. Would there be complications? Well, there could be no complications on the first day - it was spent drinking beer at Gardermoen and in the plane, then taking a taxi to the hotel and falling into their separate beds.

MONDAY

They woke up, had breakfast in their room and then decided to check out the swimming pool in the hotel. They were actually the first ones to come, so they got nice chairs next to the pool and sat down to enjoy the sun. Everything was just perfect, and then... a naked guy arrived and jumped into the pool! Nils looked surprised, to say the least. "What kind of hotel is this?", he asked Fredrik. Fredrik had to struggle not to stare only at the guy in the pool, "I have no idea, Tore organized everything", he said. "I'll go and talk to the manager", Nils said, clearly upset.

Fredrik got only five minutes or something to enjoy the view of the swimmer, before Nils came back, clearly unhappy about everything. "It's a nudist hotel", he said. "A gay one. I said that I wanted to move to another hotel, but the manager told me that the hotel was pre-paid for a week, and we wouldn't get any money back." He hesitated. Fredrik was surprised - so this was what Tore had planned for Fredrik and himself. A pity that Tore had broken that leg... "Let's go to town for a while", Nils demanded, and Fredrik decided it was best to do as he wished.

Fredrik and Nils had a long talk while in town, and Fredrik had almost persuaded Nils that it wouldn't do him no harm to stay at the gay nudist hotel. "Well, at least noone will hit on me as long as you are around", Nils had said and laughed. Before going out to have dinner, they had a little walk around the hotel. They saw, to their surprise, that there was a small gym area where two guys were working out in the nude. Fredrik also noticed that even though their room seemed to have a view of some trees, the path from the pool area to the street gate actually went just behind the trees, so that anyone coming and going had an excellent view of their room.

When they got back from dinner (and a few beers) it was so late that they already wanted to go to bed. With the curtains still open, Fredrik undressed right in front of the mirror, and then lay down on the bed. "You're not going to wear anything?", Nils asked, seeming almost embarrassed, but Fredrik just laughed it off with some comment about "doing as the Romans". But he noticed that as Nils undressed to his briefs, there seemed to be a small bulge in them. So Fredrik wondered if this might not be an interesting week after all.

TUESDAY

On Tuesday morning, Fredrik and Nils discussed what to do, and decided that a day at the pool would be nice. They went up to take the same chairs as the day before. It wasn't long before the area was full of nice-looking men, mostly naked. Fredrik enjoyed the view, but kept his shorts on, trying to show some solidarity to Nils. After a while, he went for a swim, and when he got back to his chair, he pulled off his shorts and sat down naked. Nils pretended he didn't notice, but it was so unsuccessful that he had to turn over on his stomach to avoid everyone seeing his hard-on. Fredrik pretended that he didn't see, and kept looking at the other guys instead. And after a few minutes, Nils said quickly that he wanted to go and have a walk around the town, while Fredrik preferred to stay at the pool, knowing that he would have better luck flirting with other guys when Nils was gone.

There was a guy who had been looking over at Fredrik several times, and soon after Nils had gone, he approached Fredrik. "Hi," he said, "'s that your boyfriend?" "No," Fredrik laughed, "I don't even think he's gay". Fredrik told him how Nils had ended up here, and both of them laughed. Then this guy asked "You want to go to the jacuzzi?" Fredrik had noticed, of course, that there was a jacuzzi in the pool area, but as he prefer swimming to sitting down, he hadn't given it much thought. Now, however, he saw what the point of it was. He quickly said "Sure", and walked over there.

He sat down in the jacuzzi while this guy was turning it on. He hadn't said his name, let's call him "Julio". He looked Spanish, had black hair, was tanned and had certainly worked out quite a lot. And he had a thick cock. Fredrik saw that quite clearly when Julio was getting into the jacuzzi, passing his dick within centimeters of Fredrik's head. "He sure knows what he wants", Fredrik thought. As soon as Julio was in the water and mostly covered in the bubbles, Fredrik felt a hand on his thigh. Julio looked at Fredrik, and as Fredrik certainly didn't object, he went on to put his hand on Fredrik's cock. By this time, Fredrik was already semi-erect, and Julio's hand certainly helped. Fredrik searched for Julio's dick as well, and found it quite soon. Already, it was much bigger and harder than what he had seen seconds ago.

Even though Fredrik and Julio tried to jerk each other off as discreetly as possible, of course everybody in the pool area understood what was going on, and paid careful attention to every move and sound that came from the two. A few of the guys were getting hard. Fredrik of course was very much aware that there were people around, and being jerked off by a beautiful stranger outdoors in the sun made him very, very horny. To avoid coming far earlier than Julio, he had to try to think of other things, but evidently, the thoughts returned to the solid dick that he was jerking. After just a little while, Julio's whole body showed that he was on the verge to orgasm - and he was also moaning. Fredrik kept jerking him off and felt the burst of sperm coming. By this time, it was impossible for Fredrik to avoid coming as well. He stretched out his legs, forgetting that this meant that he would raise his body above the level of the water - and he came violently over his stomach, with Julio seeming very happy that he got to see this from the distance of a foot or two...

It suddenly felt very strange to be sitting in a jacuzzi, naked, with sperm covering parts of his body, in the middle of several men who had just witnessed him coming. But there was nothing to be done about it, Fredrik just got up and walked over to the shower by the pool, feeling all eyes upon him. As Fredrik finished showering and sat down in his chair again, a guy asked him from across the pool area: "Did you arrive yesterday or something?" "Sunday evening", Fredrik answered. "And you're staying for a week?" Fredrik nodded. "Good", the guy said, and several guys seemed to agree. Fredrik smiled...

As Fredrik and Nils were getting to bed at night, Fredrik repeated the routine from yesterday - without closing the curtains, he stripped off completely and lay down on his bed. As Nils had finished brushing his teeth, he stripped down to his boxer. Then he looked at Fredrik, and apparently made a decision: he stripped off even that. Fredrik saw a beautiful dick, and realized that he had fantasized about it. "You're not going to wear anything?", Fredrik asked. "No, I guess I'll just have to get used to being nude", Nils said. And as Nils turned off the light, Fredrik thought that Nils might want to get used to several other things as well before this week was over.

To be continued

The hesistant skinny-dipper

2008-09-04T12:41:00.000-07:00

A posting at Performing Males reminded me of a very nice experience a few years ago. I was visiting a friend (Martin) when what had been a cloudy day suddenly turned into a much nicer day. We had been planning to stay inside playing some board game, but when another friend (Paul) turned up with a car and asked if we wanted to go to the nearest lake, we jumped into his car at once.

We were halfway to the lake before I realized what was happening: Paul obviously had been planning to go to the lake, so he had brought swimwear. Martin was wearing shorts that were probably okay for swimming. I, however, was only wearing jeans - and not even with any underwear underneath. It would NOT be cool to stay out of the water while they were swimming, so I asked "Ehm, do any of you have a pair of shorts to spare?" "You didn't bring one?", Paul asked. Martin said, "Well, you can always swim in your underwear." I said "Ehm" again, and Paul asked "You're not wearing underwear?" Paul and Martin both laughed at this, but at least Martin offered me the solution I wanted: "Well, we could go a bit away from where the other people are - so you could swim in the nude". Peter grinned: "Maybe 10 metres or something..."

The two of them obviously thought this was very funny - and so did I, even though I didn't know to show it too clearly. We got to the lake, parked the car and walked for a few minutes to get away from the crowd. We could hear people almost all around the lake, and the path around the lake was quite close to the spot they had chosen, but at the moment there was noone to see, so I dropped my jeans and jumped in with them.

We had lots of fun for a long time, and had "fights" in the water. There were people passing by from time to time, but nobody seemed to notice - or at least not care - that I was swimming in the nude. But I did think it would be even better if we were naked all three, so I said something about how nice it felt to be swimming in the nude. Surprisingly, it didn't take long before first Peter, and then Martin, pulled off their shorts and threw them ashore. So now everything was perfect - I was skinny-dipping with two great-looking and funny guys.

I guess we were all tired of being in the water and wanted to get up when suddenly two girls appeared next to our clothes. They happened to be from our class, and was evidently very intrigued by seeing three of their class-mates naked in the water. Anna and Mona really enjoyed the situation, and sat down on some stones and asked if we were planning to stay in the water for long. The three of us kept swimming around a little - and Martin and Paul evidently didn't mind being watched as long as the blurring water was between their dicks and the girls' eyes. But they whispered to me "What should we do? We're NOT getting up as long as they're there."

I don't know exactly why I acted the way I did. Partly, I wanted to help my friends "in need". Partly, I wasn't worried about being seen naked by girls. And partly, I was turned on by everything. Anyway, what I did was to say "Leave this to me", and without further fuss, I just swam towards the girls, went up from the water, and - without in any way hiding anything - picked up my friends' shorts and threw them out into the water. Then I went over to my jeans and put it on.

This day had several good effects. The story about our plight spread all around school, and everybody seemed to think that I had been brave. I also noticed that the girls had spread the word that I was very well endowed - which is always a nice image to have. And moreover, swimming in the nude seemed to get more popular among my friends after this - maybe just from the fact that it was talked about more...

Apparently, all of us felt it had been a memorable day. Sorry that there was no sex in this story - but sometimes just being naked in public is good enough, at least for me...

In the shower with James

2008-09-02T13:08:00.000-07:00

I wrote yesterday about some of the things James and I have been doing this summer - almost as "research" on what two people can do that one person can't.

Often, this has just been tiny things while we were actually doing something else. For instance, we have been going to the gym together, just to have company. However, often I tend to get semi-erect when I'm showering at the gym, and I find it interesting to see how others react. Almost everybody tries to pretend that they don't see it, but some get problems keeping their own dicks down. Of course, I've had to behave as if nothing at all is happening.

This summer, when James and I have been showering at the same time, we have often both had semi-erections. The effect has been significant. When people are entering the shower, they notice one of us. It seems that they're almost turning to the other one for reassurance, but when they see that there are two quite good-looking guys having semi-erections in the shower, they do one of two things: some are staring hard into the wall for their entire shower, trying to imagine that the two of us are not there, while some are taking the fact that two men are having semi-erections as a sign that erections in the shower are ok - so they're not even trying to stop their own cocks getting hard.

At most, I think we were seven people in the shower at one time, of which two were staring into the wall while the other five were having different degrees of erections...

We haven't pushed our luck at the gym, though - we just found it cool to be the cause of such a display of manhood - in an environment in which most people are so eager to hide their erections...

We've also been to different lakes in the forests around Oslo this summer. The effect there has been cool as well. For instance, we came to one lake one evening and planned to camp there for the night. There was already a guy there, who had obviously been swimming and was lying on the ground. He was wearing shorts, but we still saw enough of his body to see that he looked great. We put down our stuff a little distance away from him, undressed and went for a swim. Then we went back up, towelled down and started putting up our tent - without putting on any clothes. It seemed, amazingly, that our presence had suddenly turned the lake into a clothing optional place, because the next time he went swimming, he left his shorts on the ground...

James and I lay down to rest a little after the long walk, but it didn't take long before we were talking about something sexy, I guess, because we both started to get erections. Obviously, the guy in the water realized this - we noticed that he was looking in our direction a lot. We were not entirely sure what to make of this before he came back out of the water - then we could see that he was hard as well. Cool...

We didn't know quite how to bring things further, though - after all, this was a lake which was quite close to a path, so other people might turn up at any moment. So we decided to play it safe and go into our tent. We left the "door" (zipper) wide open, though. We started to fondle each other, but kept looking out to see if the guy was as interested as we thought. He was - it didn't take more than two minutes before he was standing by the lake right in front of our tent, "by chance" looking right at us. I got a good look at him - he was our age, well built, probably Indian or Pakistani by origin, and with a very nice, big cock that was pointing at us. He didn't move, so he seemed to like what he saw. James was giving me a hand-job, but after a little while he decided to let our audience take part in the game - it took just a simple nod of his head for the guy to approach the tent and join us.

I know that I may seem careless when it comes to STDs and these things, but usually I'm quite rigorous, so we did have condoms in the tent. I put one on, put on lube, and James signalled for our guest to stay on his knees (the way he came in) and to get ready for me. I tried to finger him, but realized that he was relaxed and ready, and that I wouldn't have any problem entering him. So before even saying a word or touching any other part of him, I made my way into him.

Of course, I was turned on by the situation - both by having sex with a total stranger (with James) and by still having the "door" of the tent open. And James also helped. Of course, the tent was quite crammed, but he found a way of positioning himself so that he was on his back, his dick in reach of this strangers' right hand, while at the same time James could play with the strangers' cock. I can't say it was comfortable, but it worked. I thrust my considerable cock inside the guy, and he made noises that must have been recognizable all around the lake, and when finally I came inside him (but in the condom), it didn't take him long to come all over our sleeping bag.

It would have been awkward to have much of a chat after this, so it was quite okay that the guy just got up and left when we were finished. This left me having to take care of James' needs, of course, but I was quite happy to do that... And it was a successful attempt at proving that two guys can do quite a lot to change a situation...

James and I playing

2008-08-31T03:54:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Have you ever jerked off...

2008-08-29T13:23:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

Finding a real-life mate on the net

2008-08-17T01:09:00.001-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

Should I be in porn?

2008-08-06T15:47:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where are all my nude photos?

2008-08-03T08:59:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the postman brings

2008-07-18T09:14:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The shower window

2008-07-17T11:07:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roskilde nude run

2008-07-04T10:02:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow, there will be the Roskilde nude run.

Here are some videos from the previous nude runs:
2006
2007

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

The soccer player

2008-06-21T04:09:00.000-07:00

This story has been read through by the guy in question and approved - on condition that I don't give any more information on him or which team he's playing for.

Two years ago, I got in touch with a guy on gaydar. We chatted for a while, and I was intrigued. After a while, we had some cam2cam sex, and he was really an athlete. Nice chest, slim stomach and runner's legs. And a beautiful, shaved and uncut dick which seemed like 18-20cm on the screen and which he pumped energetically. At times, he used a cockring - which I find quite sexy on shaved men - and invariably, he came with big bursts that covered his stomach. However, he didn't show his face. I asked him several times, but he was quite adamant. Usually, I don't really like that kind of shyness, but in this case the body was so great that it made up for it.

After having cam2cam a few times, he sent me a message, saying that he would be coming to Oslo for the weekend, and wondered if I'd like to hook up on Saturday night. Of course, I said "Sure!", and invited him to my place. That's another thing I don't usually do - I try to meet people somewhere else the first time, but by this time his body outweighted my carefulness.

Five minutes before the time we had agreed, the doorbell rang, and I went to open the door. Surprisingly, I recognized his face immediately. After just a moment of confusion, I asked him "Ah, you're a soccer player, aren't you?" It turned out he was playing in Norway's top soccer league, and that he was in Oslo to play a game. I do watch soccer from time to time, and also can't help reading about it in the newspaper, so I have known his face for a while. Now, he was wearing just shorts and a t-shirt, as well as sandals that he left at the door. I was wearing just shorts.

I did offer him a drink, and he accepted it, but said that he shouldn't have more than one, as he was having a game on Sunday - that's why he was in Oslo in the first place. As we were having a drink, I got a closer look at him. Webcams can sometimes lie, depending on where the camera is places, but so far he didn't let me down. He was handsome. I looked at his shorts, and noticed that there was already a bulge. He seemed to be semi-erect already - and he didn't seem to wear anything under the thin, white fabric.

I told him how I, when I did some competition running earlier, used to choose shorts that revealed as much as possible, and asked if he had ever done the same. He smiled and told me that when he was younger, he used to play soccer with no underwear, but that a few times, he hadn't been able to avoid getting a hard-on, and that he didn't dare doing that anymore with cameras all around the field. "So now I only do that when I'm off the field", he smiled, and I couldn't help looking back at his shorts. The bulge was growing. "I always get my kit off as soon as I'm back in the locker room after the match, though", he said, "and it turns me on to know that there are cameras and journalists around me. I know some photographers have snapped photos of me - even when I've been semi-hard - but of course they can't print them. I guess they take the photos just for their own enjoyment..."

Just the thought of such a photo of this gorgeous guy in one of our major newspapers, turned me on, so I decided to get things moving. I asked if he liked to watch porn, and as he said "yes", I sat down next to him on the couch, and pressed "play" on the remote. By chance, I had put in a tape with a scene in which some guys are having a shower, and then one guy gets a hard-on, and the others can't help getting "inspired" by him. We were watching for a minute, and then he gently put a hand on top of my shorts to feel what was going on there. This speeded up the process, of course, so within seconds I was stone hard. I looked at him, and saw that his shorts were almost bursting from the hard-on inside. "I can see how this bulge would be hard to hide on the field", I laughed. I let his cock free, and at the same time I bent down to let my tongue loose on it. He shuddered with pleasure as I started to lick his head, and soon went on to work his shaft. I felt his hand exploring the inside of my shorts, and then started to jerk me off.

Sucking cock and being jerked off always turns me on, of course, but I noticed that this was special. Being jerked off by a well-known soccer player was a new experience, and the image of him playing soccer with a huge hard-on he couldn't hide, was continually on my mind.

We didn't watch the movie anymore, and decided to move over to the bedroom. We started doing a 69, and we were going at it "as usual" for a few minutes. Then I felt his hand grip my balls and cock. I understood what he was going for - his hand worked just like a cockring, and the way he pressed, I knew that there wouldn't be any cum escaping no matter what he did. At the same time, he kept sucking me, and this led me to the edge of an orgasm. Then he stopped for a while, and consentrated on enjoying my work on his cock. But soon, he was at it again, and still gripping around the base of my cock. I tried to delay my ejacuation, but I couldn't help myself - my cock tried to erupt, but his hand made sure that the cum didn't even enter the shaft. I jerked and jerked, but he just kept holding tight and to thrust my cock into the back of his mouth. Then finally, he withdrew from my cock, and loosened his grip, so that my entire load spurted onto my stomach and my chest. It was a powerful orgasm.

Without giving me a chance to dry off, he just turned me over in bed, quickly put on a condom and started to fuck me. He was very energetic, and the thought crossed my mind that this was a guy who was known to be able to run for 90 minutes without showing signs of getting tired. He was really pounding into me, and I was exhausted and just let him do the work. I don't know how long he went at it, but then I felt a burst filling the condom, and he fell down on me. The weight of his body and the feeling of having his cock inside me, was a great end to the evening.

He had to go very soon after this - apparently, he didn't want to be seen out late the night before a game, because the media had a tendency to cry out over such behaviour. However, his "training session" at my place would never get out. On Sunday, I watched the game on TV, and tried to see if he was semi-hard inside his shorts. I think he was, but I may have been fantasizing...

Luckily, Oslo and the area surrounding it has four teams in the top series, so he's coming to Oslo at least four times a year. We always meet the day before the match, and are having a great time. And after every match this team has, I look through the newspapers online carefully to see if I can see him, semi-erect, in the background in a locker room photo...

The unexpected third person

2008-06-14T08:58:00.000-07:00

I've described that after staying at a nude beach for a few hours, I tend to find a place in a shadow to have a break from the sun, and often fall asleep. Almost every time, probably due to the breeze and to the company, I wake up with a raging hard-on. As it's quite obvious to everybody that I've been asleep, this usually doesn't create a fuss, only stares.

Once in the summer of 2006, however, there was a guy who stared even more than usual as I was waking up. As I quickly realized that he liked what he saw, and we were both at the very end of the beach, I didn't cover up or turn over as I do when there are someone a bit less eager around. Instead, I just put on my sunglasses, found a magazine and pretended to read. However, I saw that he kept staring, and as he was staring, he got a hard-on, too.

I've forgotten to describe him... He was beautiful. He was around my age, with a typical "Nordic" look (blond, light-skinned, uncut) and with a swimmer's body. This was in the early weeks of the summer, so he didn't have much of a tan, but I did notice that he had no tan line. Moreover, he had no body hair - he had obviously shaved. (I like to have a bush around my cock, myself, but I also enjoy seeing shaved cocks - and to think of the attention he has given it.)

I liked what I saw, and started considering my options. I wanted to go to his place or get him to my place, and judging from our erections, we both wanted the same thing. Just walking over to another guy at the beach often feels a bit too intrusive, so usually I just go for a swim, smiling to my "target" as I pass. That worked this time as well - I walked to the water (managing to keep my dick in only a semi-erect state so as not to be too conspicious), and he followed within a minute.

"Have you been here long today?" he asked, and I answered that I arrived about one o'clock. "Wow", he said, "I have only been here for two hours, but I have to go back home soon." "By bus?", I asked. "No, I have a car here. I could give you a lift if you need to get to town." "Sure, that's very kind", I said, knowing that I really, really wanted to go with him, "where do you live?" It turned out that he lived near Frognerparken, not too far from the subway going to my student residence, so I told him (as I would have anyway), that he could just drive to his place and I could walk from there.

We got up, put on some clothes (I noticed that he was going commando under his short shorts - the same way I was), and walked towards the parking lot. As he sat down in the driver's seat, his dick was peeking out of his shorts. He didn't notice (or pretended not to), and started driving. However, very soon, he got down to business - with a surprising twist: "If you want to, you could also come in and have a beer or something - our balcony has a very nice view." There was one word there I didn't exactly like: "Our?" "Yes, my girlfriend and I." I started to plan an excuse not to go there, but he started explaining: "You see, she doesn't mind that I bring home gorgeous men - as long as she's not left out of the fun."

Wow - that was plain speaking. And I had to think quick. Here was this charming and dream-like guy, who I'd been turned on by from the first moment I saw him, indicating quite clearly that there might be sex. Should I abstain from him just because I didn't particularly want his girlfriend to join us? I just said "That's cool" and smiled.

Their apartment turned out to be in the top floor, with a great view of Oslo, and even better: with no balconies looking into it. And his girlfriend was on the balcony, lying naked on a sun-bed, smiling when she saw me: "Hi, I'm Julie", she said. "Robert, can you get him something to drink. You can sit here," she pointed at a chair. "Feel free to undress if you want to". This would surely be interesting. Of course, I undressed, and soon Robert returned from the kitchen, already naked, and with three gin and tonics. I had a sip, and noticed that it was a bit stronger than I was used to. Robert and Julie was sitting next to each other, opposite me, and with no discretion, Julie put her hand gently in his lap, touching his cock. This had an instant effect on both him and me, and again we were erect. She asked "Do you like photography?", and as I nodded, she continued: "You see, we like to ask our guests to take photos..." She got up, and was back within ten seconds with a Canon. I started to try it out by taking photos of them, and realized again what a great couple they were - both very beautiful, well trained, obviously open-minded and charming. Julie started to kiss Robert, first on the mouth, then on the chest and nipples, then on the stomach - all the time I was clicking away. And then she went down to his dick, first just letting the head into her mouth - exploring every point of it with her tongue - then let it in deeper. I kept taking photos. But suddenly she turned around, and started to suck me instead. I was confused - I don't normally get sucked by women - but seeing that this turned Robert on very much, turned me on even more. And she sure knew how to suck. Now, Robert took the camera away from me, and started to shoot. While sucking me, she managed to gesture that I should sit down on a mattress on the floor, and before I knew it, I was lying on my back while she kept going. Then she stopped, and all of a sudden she was sitting on top of me, ready to be fucked by me. Again, I didn't know what I should think for a moment, but she moved expertly up and down while Robert was clicking away on the Canon and still having a stone hard cock. Moreover, it was also under the sun and I love that. Therefore, I stopped worrying about the sex of the person I was fucking, and instead concentrated on doing it properly. We switched positions several times, and I kept holding back to keep the fun going for a little while longer, but eventually I couldn't help it any more, and shouted "I'm coming", and shot a big load inside her. Robert didn't seem to mind at all - instead, he moved in closely to get the perfect shots of the cum-covered dick being withdrawn from her pussy.

I was exhausted, but that didn't really matter, it seemed. Now, Julie took the camera, while Robert turned me on my stomach with force. I understood what was coming, as his cock hadn't had much fun yet. But it was only now that I realized there were leather handcuffs nailed to the wall at the end of the mattress. I could surely have fought my way out of the position, but chose to let him put them on my arms, meaning I was stuck to the mattress face down. Then he was on top of me, putting a finger covered with lube into my ass. Being satisfied that the amount was right, his erect dick followed. I had been looking at that dick for hours now, and had liked its size, but it didn't feel as good when he was entering me. The pain was immense. However, he didn't really mind that, and after a little while, the pain got less relevant - there is always a point at which I stop caring about the pain, and instead just enjoy the knowledge that I'm tied up, being fucked, and having nothing to do about it. This time, there were the additional bonuses: we were outdoors, and his girlfriend was still around with the camera.

I have no idea how long this lasted, but finally I felt his load filling me up, and he stopped moving and instead was lying still on top of me - keeping his dick inside of me.

It was getting dark as he got up and untied me. We got back into our chairs. Then they pointed out that my dick was stiff again, and asked me to jerk off for them. After this amazing evening, I was only thinking of sex, and didn't have to think twice. I started jerking off, with this couple in front of me. He was soft now, after having fucked me for so long, but he clearly liked what he saw anyway. She held her arms around him, but didn't take her eyes off my cock. Again, the whole situation was almost too crazy, and I didn't have to work it for long until I had another eruption.

On my way out, I got to know that even though this had been amazing, they had a rule of only inviting each guy once. They were in it for the thrill and wanted it to be unpredictable, not to have a "fuck buddy". So even though I've seen Robert at the nude beach a few times (and almost immediately getting hard without wanting to), I haven't been invited again.

The curious tourist

2008-06-11T14:09:00.000-07:00

One hot afternoon last summer, I was on my way to take the boat to Langøyene (one of the islands in the Oslo fjord) when I noticed a confused tourist with a huge backpack. He was looking at a map, but didn't seem to know where he was. I do tend to try to help people in need, but especially when they are hot, sexy Spanish men. Think of Enrique Iglesias, and you got the picture. He was dark, charming and lost.

He saw that I was prepared to help, and asked "Do you know a beach somewhere?" I said that I was about to go to the beach and that he could just follow me. He was very happy about this solution, and we started talking as we walked down to the pier where the Langøyene boat leaves. His name was Leocadio ("but call me Leo"). He seemed a bit surprised that we were going by boat, but didn't seem to worry. Soon, we were on the boat, heading for the island.

I looked at the time table, and realized that it was already a bit late - I would only have two hours on the island before the last boat back to Oslo. Well, at least I would find out if Leo was prone to naturism first. So we just kept chatting, and at some point I asked where he stayed when in Oslo. "Well, I don't know yet," he said, "I have a tiny tent here. Isn't there a camping place called Ekeberg?" I told him there was, and pointed at the Ekeberg hill on the east side of the city we were now leaving. "I'll show you later", I lied.

So, when we got to the island, I obviously went off to the naturist area. Again, Leo seemed surprised. "Oh, you like to swim in the nude?" he asked. "Yes, it feels better," I said. "But do you have to be naked here?" he asked, and I assured him that it was perfectly okay to use swimwear if he wanted to. We found a nice spot, and put down our things. The beach was already getting a bit quieter, as people were heading home, so there were only about 15-20 people to see - mostly men, actually. I started undressing, and he did as well. He took off his shirt, and I saw his defined chest with beautiful, brown nipples. He wasn't exactly thin - he had a tiny stomach that fashion magazines would have retouched away, but which I found rather charming. Then he removed his shorts, but that didn't really reveal too much - he had some blue briefs underneath. At this point, he wrapped his towel around himself and changed into some yellow speedos. I was amazed - the speedos seemed to accentuate his dick, there was a very considerable bulge, and I couldn't help commenting: "Why do you use swimwear, really? Don't you think they reveal almost as much as being nude?" He laughed, and just said "They leave a little to the imagination, and that's important."

I had been so busy looking at his body that I hadn't really noticed if he had been looking at mine. Now, he was in his speedo and I was naked, so it was time for a swim. The water was great, so we spent quite a lot of time in the water, with breaks on the beach in between. I absolutely hate wearing swimwear on the beach, as it never seems to get dry, but I managed to avoid telling Leo this - I didn't want to seem too eager to have him undress. So instead, we just talked about everything else - what to do in Oslo as a tourist, for instance, and didn't mind that time was running.

In the end, he decided that we should maybe head back to the boat. I agreed, and started to dry off. He was about to redo the towel routine, but suddenly decided against it - he must have seen that it was a bit strange to be that shy at a nude beach. So he just let the speedo fall to the ground, and I had a long, hard look at his dick while he was using his towel to dry off. Then we both got into our clothes and went back to the boat.

On the way to the boat, I asked him what time it was, and when he told me the time, I said "Oh, fuck! Maybe we're too late?" He looked at me in disbelief, but when we got to the time table, we could both conclude that the next boat would not arrive until the early morning. I said (convincingly, I think) "I'm very sorry - I lost track of time and forgot to check the time table on the way over here..." He seemed confused: "But... there are other people here still. Have everybody lost the last boat?" "No," I explained, "they are probably camping for the night". Then I told him that it was perfectly all right to put up a tent on this island. And ultimately, he made the offer that I had been hoping for all the time: "Well, I guess we could share my tent."

He was, as I've already said, carrying a lot of luggage. His tent was tiny, it appeared it was only about 1m times 2m. He also had a sleeping bag and a some rolled-up mattress of sorts. We set up the tent, and tried to figure out how to arrange things. "Well, it's too hot to use the sleeping bag anyway, so you could lie on that", he said. Okay - I would be sleeping next to this gorgeous Spanish man, who would not be covered by the sleeping bag. I knew there wouldn't be much sleep - if he was asleep, I would be awake and full of frustration... Or maybe...

Again, it was time for some undressing. While he was arranging his backpack, I started to remove my shirt and then my shorts. Then I lay down in the tent on his sleeping bag. "Oh, so you're sleeping with underwear on?" he asked. "I do it the other way round - I use swimwear on the beach but skip the underwear at night". He laughed. I was still all confused - I didn't know if he was just being friendly and funny or if he was playing the same game I tried to play. Anyway, I had to say that "Well, I don't usually..." and threw my briefs into a corner as well. Now, I had the clear impression that he was watching me carefully.

He soon got naked, and tried to close the "door" of the tent. But he maintained that it would be too hot to have it closed, so he left the door open. The idea of being naked with Leo was already turning me on, the idea of being naked with him with an opening to the world turned me on even more. I couldn't help the cock getting semi-erect. He was laying next to me now, only 20 cm away, and he said "I'll have to keep very still tonight, otherwise I'll disturb you...", and demonstrated by moving his hand in my direction. It reached my dick. Of course, my dick reacted to this, and he took that as a signal to continue. His hand started to move carefully up and down. It didn't take many seconds before I was fully erect, and he decided to switch position. He kneeled next to me, and slowly bent down, until his head was only an inch from my hard-on. Then he started licking my dick - starting with the balls (where I'm ticklish!), then moving up the shaft, and finally got to the head. Having finished this part, he slowly let the dick enter his mouth. Then, still slowly, he started sucking me. He was a master at this - using his tongue to caress my head and varying the suction so that I never knew what sensation would hit me next. And better still: from my position I could see that he had also gotten erect - and through the door of the tent I could see some people - maybe 50 metres away.

I thought I was going to come, but suddenly he reached over for his backpack, and produced a condom and a pack of lube. "I want you to fuck me", he whispered. I just nodded, and lay still while he rolled the condom on my still-erect cock. Then he let some drops of lube lubricate the condom, and also put some on a finger to help ease the entrance. He switched position again, and sat down - very carefully - on top of my cock. At first, he was very careful, and I didn't move at all, but it didn't take long until he was very comfortable, and I could start moving my hips to contribute in the rhythm. His anus was warm and tight, and I tried to thrust as deep as I could. He started to moan - in pain, maybe, but his smile showed me that he was having a hell of a good time.

Again, I almost came, but he had other ideas, and turned over to do it doggy style. I entered him from behind and kept fucking him. We were now both looking out of the tent, and saw the beach not far away. Again, I realized that we were fucking like crazy in a tent with lots of people around - we had no idea where the nearest guy might be. With that thought in mind, I came.

I withdrew from him, and removed the condom carefully. "Let's have another swim to clean you up!" he said, and I couldn't argue with him, even though I was already exhausted. He ran off, and I ran after him, naked, still semi-hard, and probably with cum dripping from my dick... It was quite dark by now, though, so I guess we were pretty safe. Leo ran right into the water, and I followed. But when he had the water only to his knees, he stopped and waited for me. His tempting dick was hard, and I moved on instinct: I sat down on my knees and tasted his cock.

He was huge! And hard as stone. I'm usually quite good at taking the whole length, but I really had to struggle here. However, he seemed to like feeling his cock hitting the back of my mouth. I tried to use every trick I had to keep him from coming too soon, but I guess the circumstances made it hard for him to avoid coming. He tried to avoid coming in my mouth, which resulted in second half his load landing in my face and on my chest. The cum tasted salty and warm. I didn't want this to end - and I didn't want him to feel bad for coming in my mouth, so I carefully put his dick back in my mouth for a moment and let my tongue lick him. I could only do this for a few seconds, however - soon, he was too sensitive to do this.

We did swim a bit more before going back to the tent. Then we went back to the tent and kept talking for an hour or two. Then we fell asleep, and woke up in the morning when the sun was shining in through the "door". I saw a guy a few metres away who looked interested in the direction of the tent. I decided it was time to shut the door, and then concentrated on Leo again. Apparently, he liked to wake up in a tent on a beach, with a Norwegian guy kissing his dick...

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2008-06-09T10:38:00.001-07:00

A weekend with Teaser

2008-06-09T07:00:00.000-07:00

Even though I'm a big fan of nudity, it's strange how I can be turned on by seeing men who are not entirely naked. Which makes me think of a weekend a couple of years ago when I was going to a student meeting with a friend, Pål. ("Pål" is pronounced just like Paul, by the way.)

I'd had a crush on Pål for a while and had a clear impression that he had been interested in me as well, so I was very intrigued when a meeting in student politics came up that would take the two of us to a city down south for the weekend. The meeting would be starting on Friday evening, so we went off from Oslo in the morning to have plenty of time. He had borrowed a car and picked me up outside the student house, and soon we were heading south on the motorway. He was his usual charming self.

The drive went smoothly, so I realized that we would be arriving a few hours early. Moreover, it was a very hot day. So I looked at the map, and suggested that we stop for a little while wherever we could find an opportunity to jump into the ocean. He agreed, and soon we found a little, nice spot. There were nobody around, and I thought I could set the tune by undressing completely. That didn't work at all - he took off almost all his clothes, revealing a great body, but left his nice, white boxers on. Then we jumped into the sea and swam a little. The water was very refreshing, talking about this and that, just as we had been doing in the car. He didn't seem to mind that I was naked, neither did he comment on him not wanting to be naked.

Afterwards, we sat on the cliffs for a little while. I was surprised to find that I was very turned on by the situation. Of course, I had been naked with other guys in such situations a lot of times, but this was different. It was the strange (and great) feeling to be the only one naked, but also the obvious turn-on of seeing this athletic guy very nearly naked. Obviously, his white boxer shorts were now dripping wet, and I could see his quite conspicuous dick clinging to the see-thru fabric. I could hardly take my eyes away from it - and I guess Pål realized as much. However, nothing he said or did suggested that he minded. Quite to the contrary, it seemed (although this might be my wishful thinking) that he turned in my direction to give me a better look, and that it also grew a little.

I thought that I would catch a glimpse of him when he was changing into something else to get back in the car, but surprisingly, he produced a towel from the back seat, and carefully wrapped it around him as he removed the wet boxer. However, he did not put back on his trousers, but decided on a pair of khaki shorts. I couldn't help noticing that he didn't put any underwear underneath it...

So, for the rest of the car drive, I was looking, as discreet as possible, at the bulge in his khaki shorts, while trying to talk about student politics...

We arrived at the hotel in time for the meeting, and didn't really see each other again until we met in the hotel room in the late evening. As in all such meetings, it got quite late before the drinking ended, so both of us were a bit drunk. Or so I thought. It seemed, anyway, that he was intent on keeping me unsatisfied - he went into the bathroom fully clothed, and came back out wearing a pyjamas. Actually, although being a pyjamas set, it was more like a simple t-shirt and a tight boxer. So again, I could see quite clearly the size of the thing I couldn't see... Not completely giving up on my chance of setting an example, I demonstratively removed all my clothes and went to bed naked.

I had a hard time falling asleep, being - again - turned on, but also a bit frustrated. I couldn't help thinking of the bulge in the pyjamas next to me in bed. Finally, I fell asleep, and didn't wake up until Pål awoke me. He said that he was going down for breakfast, and that I should hurry if I was to have breakfast before the meeting. Only after he was out of the door, did I realize that I had been sporting a hard-on when he awoke me. Hm, he really got to see everything, and I got to see nothing - and there was nothing to be done about it...

Again, it was a day full of meetings, and then eating and drinking in the evening. I saw that Pål left for the hotel room around midnight, but I didn't really care, because there was obviously no fun to be had there. So I stayed up for a couple of more hours, and then went to the hotel room. I was very quiet to be sure not to wake him up, but couldn't help noticing that he still had his pyjamas on. And I could see the bulge.

In the morning, his alarm went off. Okay, another day of meetings. I looked at his bed, where he was slowly waking up. I looked at his bulge which was bigger than ever, and realized that I was having a hard-on. He slowly focused on me, and then, carefully, moved his tight boxer downwards, suddenly revealing a huge boner. He was looking at me, and it was obvious that he wanted me to come over to the bed. That morning, instead of meetings, I got to know his dick very well. And there was no doubt that the way he had been torturing me, had made me even hungrier for him. Indeed, this was the start of a passionate relationship, in which tearing a wet boxer off his erect cock became an important part...

The Gay Questionaire

2008-06-08T07:59:00.000-07:00

I saw this questionaire on Wonder Boy's blog, and thought it would be fun to do it.

If you feel the urge, copy and paste the questions (with your answers, not mine) to your own blog or journal.

1. How old were you when you knew you were gay? Around age 13, I guess.

2. Have you ever had sex with the opposite sex? Yes, several times. It's not like the real thing, but a nice variation... :-)

3. Who was the first person you came out to? A classmate I had sex with kind of understood... :-)

4. Are you out to your family? Yes.

5. Do you want children? Don't think so.

6. Do you have more gay friends or straight friends? Half-and-half, I guess.

7. Were you out in school? Not to everyone.

8. Is your best friend the same sex as you? Yes.

9. If your best friend is the same sex, have you ever had sex with them? Yes, but we only do it when we're both really desperate... :-)

10. Have you ever done crystal meth? No

11. Have you ever been in a sling? Yes. Sometimes, I just love to be passive and being forced to do whatever people want me to.

12. Have you ever done a 3-way? Sure.

13. Have you ever dressed in drag? No.

14. Would you date a drag queen? Maybe.

15. Are you a top/bottom or truly versatile? Versalite. And I think it's great when my sex partners are versalite, so that we can do all variations...

16. Have you seen an uncircumcised penis? Of course, such as my own.

17. Have you had sex with someone of a different ethnicity? Of course.

18. Have you ever barebacked? Yes. I really do try to play it safe, but then there are situations where lust gets the better of me.

19. How many Cher CDs do you own? None.

20. Name of your first love? Jonatan.

21. Do you still talk to them? No.

22. Does size matter? I've had great sex with many different sizes, but must admit that I initially gets turned on by big sizes...

23. Biggest turn on? Nudity.

24. Biggest turn off? Attitude problems.

25. Ever been harassed due to you orientation? No.

26. Worst gay stereotype that applies to you? Loves sex.

27. Ever been to a pride rally? Almost every year.

28. Would you marry if you could? Maybe I will, if I find the right person.

29. Would you rather be rich and smart or young and beautiful? I'm smart and beautiful... :-) With time, "young" will be replaced gradually by "rich"...

30. Do you sculpt your eyebrows? No.

31. Do you trim your body hair? No.

32. Ever had sex with more than one person in a day? Sure.

33. Ever been to an orgy? A few times a year.

34. Have you dated your best friends ex? No.

35. Would you vote for Hillary Clinton if she ran for president? Sorry, I can't vote in the US.

36. Do you want monogamy in your relationships? That's up for discussion.

37. Do you believe in true love? Yes.

38. Do you have any tattoos? No.

39. Do you have any piercings? No.

40. Would you date a smoker? Yes.

41. Do you get HIV tests every 6 months? Usually.

42. Do you know anyone who has died from HIV? No.

43. Do you know what Stonewall was? Of course.

44. Strangest place you have had sex? I'm not sure - there has been many interesting places... Under the stands during a soccer game (with hundreds of people above us) - maybe that's it...

45. Strangest place you've woken up? No matter what I do, I usually manage to end up in a bed. (Except when I fall asleep at the beach.)

46. Are your best years behind or in front of you? In front of, I guess.

47. Favorite porn movie? Anything with Johan Paulik.

48. Are you in love now? No.

49. Ever been in love with a straight guy? Yes.

50. Did you ever have sex with him? Yes, actually. He seemed quite curious, but ended up realizing that he was more turned on by women...

51. Have you ever been to a nude beach? Yes, I go there as often as I can.

52. Have you ever been to a bath house? Yes.

53. Ever had sex in public? Not really in a place where lots of people who didn't want to see anything, saw. But I've had sex in places which has been a bit risky...

54. Have you ever been/stayed in a relationship for Money or Security, instead of Love and Friendship? No.

55. Have you ever keyed someone's car? No.

56. Have you ever fantasized killing someone not famous? No.

57. Have you ever witnessed someone dying? No.

58. Have you ever contemplated suicide? No.

59. Are you glad you're still here? Of course.

Feel free to add follow-up questions in the comment field! I'll answer (almost) anything...

A skiing trip

2008-06-07T14:20:00.000-07:00

All this talk of beaches made me think for a moment of experiences I could write about that have not taken place during the summer. A few came to mind, many of which had to do with wild parties with my student friends. This is one of them, and it happened in my first year in university.

I was asked by a friend if I would like to join some people for a trip out of town - to go skiing. I decided to accept. The plan was to rent a cabin together and to go skiing all day and party all night - the traditional Norwegian skiing excursion. In the end, we were five boys and three girls who left Oslo in the very early Friday morning, to make the best of the day. We got to the cabin, left our stuff there, and went out to ski.

When we got back to the cabin in the evening, I was already making plans for the evening. I didn't want to spend all evening sitting in a chair sipping alcohol and talking, so I had to take action. First, I turned on the heat in the sauna. The next thing I did was to make sure everybody had an open can of beer in their hands - even while preparing dinner with the other. Beer can have an amazing effect if you drink it on an empty stomach, so already as we started eating, people were in a good mood. We drank plenty with the food as well, and when the meal was over, I casually mentioned that I had put on the heat in the sauna. At least two of the other guys instantly said "That's brilliant!". Within minutes, we were all headed for the sauna.

The boys (including me) had gone directly to the locker room, and had dropped the clothes to the floor and went into the sauna in minutes. The girls took a bit longer, and when they arrived, they were modestly wrapped in towels. They seemed to be a bit surprised to see the five of us stark naked, but didn't really seem to mind too much. We were all quite drunk, and I remember one of the boys asking the girls which boy they would rather have sex with. There was a lot of laughing and pointing at dicks, and in the back of my head I knew that I would love to have sex with all the boys if I could...

Saunas do tend to get hot, and the traditional thing to do about that is to run out of the cabin to have a "snow bath". So we did that. It is quite an exhilarating experience - first of all, the temperature drops from 80C to -10C, which is "refreshing". Moreover, this time there were gorgeous guys to look at while I was doing it. Obviously, the guys looked a bit less well endowed when coming out of the snow than they did in the sauna, but I knew that would change for the better. And another thing: the girls also wanted to cool down, and as having a snow bath in a towel is a mess, they made the sensible decision of leaving the towels inside. So we were eight young students playing around in the nude in the snow - before running back in to the sauna.

The fact that the girls had now dropped their towels was not lost on the boys - I saw that at least two of them had a very hard time trying to keep their dicks down. And, even though I'm not an expert, I judged that the girls were also turned on by the situation. I decided to make the most of this, and suggested to play a round of truth or dare - knowing that in these circumstances, that game couldn't help becoming sexual. I was very right.

I can't remember everything that happened for the next hour, but it surely involved girls kissing boys, boys kissing boys, girls kissing girls, girl answering a question on whether she would like to have sex with me (the answer was 'yes'), boys getting raging hard-ons (that was not really part of the game) and so on. Then, one of the girls (Trine) was dared to jerk off one of the boys (Arne). Arne blushed but was horny as hell, the girl blushed, but another one of the boys said "We can turn off the light" - and without further discussion, we went dark.

Of course, I can't say for sure what went on in the dark. I could sense, however, lots of hands and mouths, and I also made good use of my own mouth. It was amazing to be able to move around in a tiny room full of sweaty bodies, and I used my expertise to give the boys a good time. At times, I had a dick in each hand and another one in my mouth, at other, I was sucking off one guy while my cock was being handled by someone else. It was great - and I got tangible proof that I caused four orgasms - probably one for each of the four guys. And in the end, I got a wonderful blow-job myself. It was an expert mouth that was bringing me to the edge several times, before finally letting me blow my load. I wouldn't have known whose mouth it was, if I hadn't noticed a slight brush of metal against my stomach a few times.

The day afterwards, as we (the guys) had sat down to have a little lunch, one of the guys mentioned that he wondered which of the girls had given such a wonderful blow-job the day before. All five of us vividly remembered her wonderful mouth, and for a while we went into great detail on her skill. And I looked at Arne and his tiny nose piercing, and smiled.

Nude run

2008-06-07T13:44:00.001-07:00

I've been considering going to the Roskilde music festival this summer, and having read about and seen photos from the nude run, I'm almost certain I will go.

The whole scenario of stripping down and running in front of a clothed audience, is very alluring to me. Does anyone reading this have experience doing this? Is it as cool as it seems?

Results: What's your favorite place to be nude?

2008-06-07T03:52:00.000-07:00

In bed	3 (33%)
On the beach	4 (44%)
At the sauna	0 (0%)
In public	1 (11%)
On the balcony	1 (11%)

Votes: 9

Okay, I do agree that being naked on the beach is great... Check out the new poll...

Sleeping naked on the beach

2008-06-06T12:53:00.000-07:00

The weather in Oslo is great these days, so today, I went to a beach on one of Oslo's islands. I chose a beach which was not too crowdy, and found a deserted spot. The water was a bit cold, but okay. When I got back up, I wrapped a towel around me and removed my shorts and put it on a branch of a tree to dry - as always. (I HATE to wear wet shorts.) I just wanted to rest, so I lay down in the shadow of a tree and thought I might even have a little nap. I closed my eyes and rested.

I noticed, however, that every time I moved a leg or something, the towel loosened, so it didn't take long before part of the towel had moved to uncover my left hip. I didn't mind that, I just kept my eyes shut and tried to relax. A few minutes later, however, I heard footsteps - and then some whispering. "Is he asleep?" It was a man's voice. He obviously was with a friend, another voice answered "It seems he is". "We should be quiet - if he moves a bit in his sleep, I wonder what happens to the towel..." I heard that the two of them settled down not far from me. I just seemed to have gotten an audience!

I didn't know what to do about this - any too obvious motion would break the illusion of my sleep. I moved my leg a little, but it didn't really have much of an effect. I realized that there was not much I could do to make the towel go away, but I could bend my right knee a little to create a little opening, at least. I waited for two or three minutes before actually doing it, and it did indeed have the intended effect. There was a tiny breeze, and now I felt it caressing my dick. And I heard one of the men (by now, I was guessing their age to be about 20) whisper "I think you can actually see his cock now, if you're in the right position". The other guy denied this, which meant that they had to end the debate by actually checking it out. I heard them moving, and then "Yes, you're right!" By this point, I had to struggle to keep my cock from springing into full erection immediately - which would probably have tipped them off. I was very lucky to have gotten two viewers who were obviously as interested in this kind of public, "involuntary" nudity as I am.

I still didn't know how to move to give them an even better look, but I didn't have to bother, as suddenly one of them whispered "I don't think the towel will actually move much more by itself." "What do you mean by itself? You don't think of..." "Well, it doesn't look like he's gonna wake up, does it?" By now, blood was moving to my dick quite rapidly, and I thought of all kinds of boring things to keep it at least semi-erect for a moment more. Then I heard and felt that one of them moved closer, and then the towel started to move. Apparently, he had grasped the part of the towel that was on the ground, and was - very slowly - pulling it off me. The other guy whispered "Jon", in a pleading voice, but the guy who was clearly Jon didn't mind him. I kept absolutely still, and Jon pulled the towel off me completely. I managed to keep breathing slowly and regularly, but couldn't any more keep control of my dick, which was now in full bloom. The guy not called Jon whispered "Shit!" Jon had now moved back to his friend, and whispered back "I guess the breeze made his dick hard. Sexy, isn't it? I wonder how he'll react when he wakes up?"

I didn't plan to wake up any time soon, though. I loved being naked like this, with a raging hard-on, with two guys following my every move, and without knowing if more people would turn up any time. And as if that wasn't enough, Jon went on "You have your cell phone? - I want to remember this..." And suddenly the list of reasons for being hard got even longer - I now knew that Jon was taking my photo as well...

I don't know where this could have ended - for a moment the two of them were actually arguing whether I would wake up or not if they touched my dick. However, suddenly Jon said "Someone's coming", and obviously decided against trying to touch me. His voice was so loud this time, that I took it as an excuse to "wake up". I woke up slowly, rubbed my eyes, noticed that my cock was in plain sight for everyone and then - very calmly, moved the towel to cover my hard-on. Only after being properly covered up did I let my eyes wander across the beach, and saw two great-looking guys trying desperately to pretend that they hadn't noticed me at all. But then I sat up, and as they was sitting right in front of me, they couldn't help looking up my towel to see if I was still hard. I was.

By this time there was a straight couple next to us, so I expected everything to be over. However, when the guys were finished swimming, and Jon was changing out of his wet shorts with a towel wrapped around him, his "friend" quickly pulled it off him, and I got a very nice view of a great, semi-erect cock. Jon sweared and was embarrassed, but I'm quite sure his friend's response was a quiet "You deserve it".

The naked waiters doing overtime work

2008-06-01T11:09:00.000-07:00

My posting on being a russ and running naked through town, made me think of another nice memory from that year. I had just turned 18, was broke and wanted to go to lots of parties. A solution appeared out of nowhere...

As so often before, in the lunch break at school, I complained about not having any money. When I got back to the classroom, I forgot all about it, but as the bell rang to signal the end of the day, Fredrik approached me and said he wanted to talk to me. He lived in the same direction as me, so we started walking home, and he asked if I was really having trouble getting enough money to get by. I told him that my parents provided all necessities, but there surely wasn't much for parties and that kind of thing. "And I really love parties...", I said. Fredrik hesitated, but then he told me that he knew a simple job - but I would have to promise not to tell anyone about it, no matter if I took it or not. I got curious, and obviously promised.

"I know this guy," Fredrik said, "who told me he's going to be a waiter at a party on Friday. It's a birthday party for some rich guy, and they need several waiters, so I was offered a job as well. It pays real well - it's $1000 for the evening." "Wow", I said, but I knew there must be a catch somewhere... "I guess they need a few more, so I was asked if I knew someone. There was only a few conditions. They want waiters our age. Only boys. And handsome." (I realized that Fredrik had just called me handsome, but I was too interested in the offer to comment on that.) "But why do they pay so well?", I asked. "That's the little thing. They want the waiters to be naked."

Fredrik told me that this was a gay, rich guy's party, and as a special little treat for him, he (and the 33 guests) would be served by nude waiters. However, there was nothing else expected - we would only serve the food, the guests would be told that we were just to be watched, not touched, and we would be expected to leave when the last meal was served, after which the party would move on to the pool area and "loosen up".

Fredrik looked at me as if expecting an answer, and I realized that I had just taken it for granted that I would say yes - I hadn't even considered not doing it. "So you will do it?", I asked. "Yes - I need the money," he said, and I simply replied "So do I."

This conversation happened on a Wednesday, so I had 48 hours to think of what to expect. I would be naked in front of 34 gays, and I wondered if I would at all be able to keep from getting a hard-on. The set-up turned me on immensely, but at the same time I worried what might happen - would someone expect me to sleep with them? $1000 was surely too much just to be naked for a few hours? On the other hand, Fredrik seemed to trust them completely.

Friday appeared. In the afternoon, I went to Fredrik's place, and took the subway together to a nice western neighboorhood, where we were supposed to be working, where we met two other waiters-to-be I didn't know. We were enthusiastically approached by a guy, Tom, who was apparently in charge of the whole event. He reiterated the pay, the conditions and told us that we were expected to stay until midnight. Then we would be able to get the last subway home. "I guess the people will be busy with their food until then, and you will miss the wilder parts... But if someone misbehaves, just let me know", he said.

I looked at the other two waiters, and realized that I was quite flattered to be chosen as part of this team. They were gorgeous. Tall and charming, with nice smiles. I greeted them, and got to know their names: Anders and John. We didn't have the chance to talk, however, there was some preparation to do. The plan was that we would enter when the guests had just been seated, and serve them some wine. By that time, we were supposed to wear a black bow tie and nothing else. So we had to be quick to undress and start working on the bow ties... I saw that the guys I was working with was just as athletic as I was - they had great muscles, and Anders even had an impressive six-pack. He also knew how to tie the bow tie, so after a few fruitless efforts on my part, he had to come over and tie it for me as well. Having a naked beauty as him within reach already started to make it really difficult for me to control my erection...

Then time was suddenly up, and we were sent into the dining room with bottles of wine. We were clearly appreciated - the guests gasped of delight when they saw the four of us entering - then everybody applauded. We smiled and poured wine - and it was all very friendly. The only problem I had was that I couldn't keep soft. I tried to concentrate on pouring the wine in exactly the right way (I had waited tables before, so I knew how to do it), but all around I noticed that the guests were watching our dicks, and I couldn't get that out of my mind. So by the time I got ouf of the room to get the last bottle of wine, I was decidedly semi-erect. In a show of willpower, I managed to walk back in, serve the wine, smile and chat, all the time thinking of the periodic system of chemistry - in an effort to avoid having an all-out scandalous raging hard-on. I managed it - but couldn't help noticing that people were paying attention...

Now we had a few minutes (a short speech) before serving the starters, and I went to a neighbouring room to sit down and think of something else for a little while. It didn't really work very well, and all of a sudden we were standing in line ready to enter with the starters. The "master of ceremonies" (Tom) said that we were about to enter, but then added: "You may have noticed that one of our waiters had some problems keeping altogether "professional" in the lower regions. Does that bother you?" Everybody shouted "No!". Then Tom went on: "I considered giving him the rest of the day off - but then that's not necessary?" "No!" "Or maybe we could offer him the chance to wear some trousers?" Still more enthusiastically: "NO!" Obviously,Tom had grasped the chance to make some fun out of my "problems", and the added attention made sure that I couldn't keep it down anymore. The other three waiters were also looking at me - and at my dick - which didn't help a bit either. Therefore, by the time we entered, my dick was rock hard, I could feel my heart bouncing inside me, but at least I knew that this group of people actually was pleased to see my dick - which made me a bit less afraid, but even more embarrassed and horny.

I walked around with a hard-on for the whole evening. I enjoyed it more and more - and as I started to noticing the bulges in the guests' trousers, I got more and more confident. The few sentences I exchanged with the guests were soon full of innuendo and flirtation. The other three guys, however, managed to get through the main course without getting noticeably excited (I don't know how), but by the time of the desserts and the dessert wine, they were all erect as well. And as we all (the fabulous four naked waiters) were still beautiful and charming, I'm sure the guests were having the dinner of a lifetime. Some of them started to get a little out of hand - at least five either slapped my ass or "inadvertedly" touched my dick.

"Time to go home," Fredrik said when we were back in the kitchen for the final time. What a anticlimax of a great night, I thought, so I asked him if we couldn't have a very quick swim in the pool before leaving. Fredrik looked at his watch, but was apparently too tempted to mind that the last subway would be gone. He said "We'll make it quick, before the guests come out there", but I think we both knew that we couldn't possibly be that quick. Anders and John had listened in on our talk, and were clearly uncertain about what to do, but as Fredrik and I walked out the door, I said "Come with us, it'll be fun!", and that seemed to convince them.

We had fun in the pool for about five minutes, but I guess that the knowledge that people would be pouring in soon, made it impossible to lose the hard-on. But then the guests arrived, and Tom told us, politely, that our work was over, and that if we stayed, he would have no way of controlling the guests' behaviour. John and Fredrik looked at each other, got out of the pool and headed for the door, while Anders and I stayed put. Fredrik looked back at me, incredulously - and a bit envious - and then walked out, while Tom said "Hm, that's a pleasant surprise..."

I grabbed a pool mattress, and got on top of it. Anders did the same, and soon we were lying on our backs side by side. The guests were all around the pool now, and most were undressing while looking at us. Suddenly, I felt someone touching my dick. It was Anders, of course, who had started jerking me off with his right hand. I moved my left hand underneath his right hand, across his six-pack belly, and took hold of his dick. He was hard and big, and jerking him felt wonderful. The guests kept removing their clothes, but slowly, because they were concentrating on our action. I looked at the guests, and then moved my eyes to him - this perfect specimen of a nude waiter. He smiled, but not his charming, easygoing smile, but a more greedy, horny kind of smile. I looked him in his beautiful eyes, and we kept working each other until suddenly, he came violently, and I felt his cum on my hand. Immediately, I came as well, taken aback by remembering that lots of people were looking. Then I let go of his eyes, and looked at his well-trained body, his chest having a huge load all over it, and I looked at myself, and saw the very same image. We breathed hard - and then the spell was broken by bodies hitting the water - first one, then several. The guests had entered the water, ready for a wonderful evening in the water.

Anders and I stayed there for a little while, just because we were both very turned on by seeing all that was going on there. But when we left, Tom followed us, and he seemed very satisfied. "Don't take this the wrong way," he said, "of course, we don't want to pay you for having sex... But that thing you did in the pool was just the right thing for this party to go in the right direction... Could we double your pay?" We nodded.

But then, after towelling off, we decided that we didn't want to remember this night only for being paid for sex. So we had sex once more - just the two of us, in a tiny locker room next to the pool. This time, I got to taste his dick, and he got to get to know mine a bit better as well... Then we went our separate ways, and started to plan our own big parties for the future...

The naked neighbour

2008-05-27T09:50:00.000-07:00

When I finished high school and was to go on to university, I desperately wanted to move out from my parents' place, so already in June I got a little room in a big house in the "nice" part of Oslo - the western part near Holmenkollen. The house was really great, with a huge, secluded garden. My room was overlooking the garden, but the view was all it had - it was really small, with barely place for my bed and a little table. And it had a separate entrance - from the back, the garden was off limits to me. Supposedly, it used to be a room for servants or something...

I soon found out that having a view was quite nice, however. One sunny Sunday afternoon when I got back to my room after some trip or something, I happened to glance out of the window, and saw the son of the house. I didn't know him, but knew he was about my age (19, I think), and he was sitting in a chair on the balcony. What caught my eye was how he was dressed, however: he was naked. I remember being told that he was a sporty guy, and that showed quite clearly now - he had a well-defined chest and muscly arms and feet. And he was well endowed - his limp dick was already maybe 15 cm long. I also noticed that he didn't have tan lines, and I concluded that he must be using his balcony this way quite often. Very interesting...

He had been sitting there looking at the garden, but for a moment I felt that he had seen me in the corner of his eyes. He didn't react, however, so I assumed I'd been mistaken. But then I started wondering, because I saw that his dick was growing slowly. Did he know that I was standing there? And did he like it?

Well, nothing could take me away from the window now. He had stopped looking at the garden, and was looking at his wonderful cock instead. Then he adjusted his chair a little so that he could lie back. At the same time he must have turned it a little bit, because now, when he was looking at his cock, he was looking in my direction. In just an unnoticeable glimpse of his eyes, he could now see me if he wanted.

I moved away from the window for a tiny moment, just to remove my clothes. I was already hard, of course, but when I got back to the window and saw that he had started jerking off, I got even more turned on. He had spread his legs, and was working his big cock rhythmically, looking straight at his own dick - but it felt like he was looking straight into my eyes. I started taking care of my own dick while watching this athletic guy train hard in the wonderful garden right outside my window. He was obviously bursting with exhibitionistic joy, and was playing his nipples and his wonderful chest with his left hand while his right was throwing his dick up and down. I could see the muscles in his arms and his legs doing their best. Finally, he couldn't hold back any more, and I saw his cum pouring out - all over his flat stomach and on the chair. This was more than I could take, so I came violently. I had almost been leaning at the window, and now my sperm flew at the window and slowly moved down, leaving a clear message.

The sun soon went from the balcony, and my neighbour went inside. I realized I was in a hurry, because I had invited a friend over for dinner. I had a quick shower, prepared the meal, and then he arrived. As he entered my room, he held up a note: "This note was outside your door. It says: 'My parents will be gone for three weeks. Feel free to use the garden during that time - there is room for both of us. Jens.' Isn't that great?" I nodded as he gave me the note. Then I saw there was a little more: "PS. You should clean your window." Almost before reading it, I rushed to the window and managed to remove most of the evidence before my friend even knew what was happening...

The next three weeks were nice as well, but deserves their own postings...

Links

2008-05-25T12:25:00.000-07:00

Please note the new "feature" of this blog - the list "My favorite sites" in the left margin. These are sites that have given me hours of pleasure - every one of them. (And in addition, they don't give you loads of pop-ups and commercials...)

There must be tons of other great sites among all the trash out there, however - please give me ideas - add a comment to this post...

Norwegian russ

2008-05-24T16:08:00.000-07:00

In Norway, April and May are the months of the "russ" - 18 year olds who celebrate the end of high school. It's two months of partying, including lots of nudity and sexual behaviour - some of which actually give "awards".

Being drunk is, at times, a good excuse for doing things that you would want to do anyway. On the particular day in May I have in mind, I decided early that I wanted to end up naked and do some of the nudity-related actions on the awards list. I had wanted that for a long time, but there were always someone who dissuaded me. I had figured out that I needed to be a bit more drunk to be able to insist...

My russ friends and I were at a party in a town near Oslo, and I made sure everybody noticed that I was drinking quite a lot. Then, I got into a conversation with a local russ, and started to discuss the local award list. Apparently, one of the actions on the list was running naked down the main street of the town. He told me it was really cool - but "I bet you won't dare to do it", he said. I told him I would, and I ended up betting an equivalent of $100 that I would do it - before 1 o'clock. Then I told my friends. They were amazed: "There will be a lot of people", they said. "Well, the local russ do this all the time", I argued, but my friends told me that they probably did it at a time more like 4 o'clock... However, there was no way back now...

I think I was quite convincing in pretending that I had accidently happened to make this bet - in reality, I was already being turned on just by the thought of being nude in a street full of people. So when my friends tried to persuade me not to do it, I just replied irrationally, and they eventually gave up, thinking I was to drunk to be argued with. And in the mean time, my "friend" - and betting mate - had spread the rumour to everybody else at this bar. So by the time I walked unsteadily out of this place, more than a hundred other russ followed me - this was apparently an event that shouldn't be missed...

The bar happened to be at one end of the main street, so I just pulled off my russ suit and was suddenly naked in front of a crowd, which was cheering me along. I started running, and suddenly realized how crowded it actually was - there were at least a hundred people walking the street one way or another. Well, I had decided to do this, and was actually looking forward to it - as long as I wouldn't come across any police. (Only sexual nudity is banned in Norway, but how would I be able to explain my semi-erection to a policeman?)

I'll never forget the feeling of fresh air against my body and the looks of all the people on the way. Most of them stared - at least a little - and many smiled at me. Then, being almost halfway down the main street, I realized that I had - of course - left all my clothes at the bar. So I would have to run naked the same way back...

The main street led to the railway station, and there was a little, unlit park in the front of it. I remembered hearing that this park was actually a cruising ground, and decided to look around me while running through it. And actually, there was a cute guy who looked like he was waiting for something to turn up - but certainly not a naked 18-year old. I just ran past him, down to the railway station, grabbed a timetable from a little box there (as a proof that I had actually run all the way down) and started running back.

The run back to the bar was just as nice as the run down - but as I was approaching the bar, I realized how many of my classmates was probably standing there, and I got nervous. Moreover, my dick hardened even more. When I was just 50 metres away from them, I also noticed that quite a few had their cameras ready. This would surely be documented for posterity. However, one of my friends, Petter, seemed to feel that he had to do something, so he grabbed my clothes and ran towards me. I had really no excuse not to put on the clothes, so the crowd was cheated of the full view. However, a significant bulge was probably still visible.

It turned out that Petter had seen everything. Not only had he seen my erect dick - he also was quite interested in it, it turned out. After I had quarreled a little and then managed to get at least part of my $100, Petter asked me to come with him to the russ van. I wondered what he wanted, but when we got inside, he said quietly "Would you mind if I said that I liked what I just saw?" I understood that this was his way of coming out to me, but I was (playing) too drunk to have a serious conversation right then, so I just pulled down my russ suit again and asked playfully "You mean this?" Obviously, I quickly got erect again, and I asked if he didn't have something to show me as well. He took me into the van and removed his russ suit as well...

We ended up sucking each other in a van 300 metres from the bar where lots of our friends were partying - and where there were lots of people who had just seen me naked. If anyone of them had come quietly towards the van, they could have seen both of us through the windows. However, they did not - I think. And this was the first of several really nice party nights with Petter. We always tended to end up being naked together - although not necessarily drunk...

Amsterdam

2008-05-23T13:01:00.000-07:00

When on holiday, I often do things that I would (almost) never do home in Oslo, because I leave my inhibitions at home. Here's a story of a trip to Amsterdam which got more wild than I had imagined.

I had met him online, as I was looking around randomly for someone to have fun with while visiting Amsterdam. His gaydar profile had intrigued me, we had chatted, and now I was here, ready to ring his doorbell.

In our chats, we had planned everything carefully. I would go directly from Schipol airport to his Amsterdam apartment, would ring the doorbell downstairs, and the street door would be opened. I would go to the second floor, where I would locate his apartment door. I would undress completely while still in the hallway (“There's almost noone there at that time of day”, according to him), and would open the unlocked door to his apartment. Here, I would not expect to see him, but instead turn left, into a bedroom, where I would lie down on the bed and close my eyes. Soon, he would enter, tie my arms to the headrest, blindfold me, spread my legs apart and tie them up too. Then I would be his slave for the evening.

While I was chatting with him – safely in my living room in Oslo – I didn't know if I would go through with it, but standing there, my finger on the doorbell, I was rock hard and had only one idea on my mind: to get onto that bed as soon as I could.

Everything went according to plan. I undressed in the hall – hearing sounds from everywhere, which made me hornier still. Then I entered the apartment, lay down on the bed and was soon tied up and blindfolded. A few seconds later, I could feel a mouth tasting my cock. It was incredibly sexy – a guy I had never seen, was sucking me off in his own bedroom. He was my master. But then I felt something touching my left nipple – and realized that it was a mouth. Another mouth! Then yet another mouth licked my stomach. I almost yelled out loud, because this was certainly not part of our deal. Never had he mention more people. On the other hand, the sensation of three guys caressing me turned me on even more, and I decided to enjoy every minute of it, instead of protesting. Moreover, my protests would have got me nowhere.

Soon, my arms and feet were loosened, and several hands (was it six hands – or more?) were handling me; moving me and making me lie down on something else. I couldn't figure out exactly what I was placed against, but then my arms and feet were tied up again, and I realized I had been put in a sling. Suddenly, activities were going on all around me. My head was forced backwards – and a dick was thrust into my mouth. It was huge, and all I could do at first was to try not to choke. At the same time, I felt some fingers working my ass. That didn't last long, however – then a cock took over, starting to move gently in and out. Then, I felt a mouth envelop my very erect cock again. There were also hands touching my nipples, my thighs, even tickling me under my feet and under my arms, and I couldn't figure out if there were six or even more hands. It felt wonderful. I hardly knew what sensation to focus on – my whole body was swinging gently in the sling, pushed by the gentle thrusts of the guy fucking me. The guys fucking my face and sucking me had quickly joined the same rhythm, and it felt as if the guys were part of a giant machine trying to please me in every way imaginable.

Then I heard a clicking sound. Of course I should have understood that these guys would use the opportunity to take some photos as well. For a moment, I imagined photos of me in this position turning up on major gay porn websites, and felt another rush of blood to both my heads. I felt that was on the verge of coming, but tried to concentrate on giving the best blow-job to the dick in my mouth – I let my tongue work the head powerfully, and within minutes, I knew the guy was about to come. Normally, I would have pulled back at this point, but I had no such option, and suddenly I felt a burst of hot, salty liquid pour into my mouth. To avoid “drowning”, I quickly swallowed, as I knew there would be more. Another burst followed, and then another one, and I kept swallowing until the guy softly removed his huge dick.

There was some movements at all sides for a moment, and the sucking and the fucking stopped for a moment. It didn't last long, however, and I figured that the guy who had just come, had probably taken over the sucking, the sucking guy might be the one who now started to fuck me again, while the guy who had fucked me so far, was probably the guy who was next to me, and who within minutes had come all over my chest and belly. I couldn't know for sure who was who, however, as there were obviously more than three guys in the room. It all went on and on – two more guys came in my mouth, one guy came while fucking me, while I was finally jerked off and came so powerfully that I messed up both my face and my hair.

Then, when everybody had done their bit, people slowly left the room. In the end, I was all alone. The excitement and sensations started to fade away, and I started to notice how my arms and legs hurt from hanging here for God knows how long. I started to wonder if this would be the way I would spend the night, when I heard someone entering the room again. He removed my blindfold – and I could see that he was wearing a leather mask. I looked at my body, and saw the mess of cum on my chest. Then I lifted my head to see the rest of the room – and saw a webcam which was pointing at me. On the computer screen I saw the image from the camera – and I could clearly recognize my face as I was looking amazed at the camera. I could also notice my cock, which was reacting instantly – getting erect again...

The guy in the leather mask removed the ropes and let me go to the bed, where I rested for a while. I fell asleep, actually, and when I woke up in the morning, I went to the bathroom, had a shower, put on my clothes which had been put there, and went to the kitchen to have breakfast with the owner of the apartment. We didn't mention the events of the night before – it was all a memory for the two of us – and for a few more people; I have no idea how many.

Nude models

2008-05-15T22:06:00.000-07:00

While this blog will mostly be dedicated to stories, I will add some great links from time to time as well.

You should have a look at Mastermaster's photo page, with lots of nude photos of Norwegian amateurs. They look great - and they also set my fantasies in motion, making me imagine what may have happened between the photos and after the photoshot...

The lake I love

2008-05-14T14:00:00.001-07:00

It was a perfect day for going to the lake. I knew this beautiful spot which was not too far from the path, but was nonetheless never busy. Today, there was noone. I stripped off and went for a swim. It was wonderful - so close to the city of Oslo, but still almost no people - the only ones I could see were at the far end of the lake. The water was a bit cold, but that only made the sensations fresher. I got back up, put my towel in the shadow of the big tree, closed my eyes and listened to the birds. And dozed off.

I woke up by the sound of a twig breaking. I was in the usual state when I wake up - confused, and having a hard-on. I looked around me, but didn't see anyone at first. But then I realized that a guy was standing at the edge of the lake only five metres away from me. He was looking across the lake, and I couldn't know if he had seen me or not. I looked at him some more - he was a handsome man, probably in his late twenties, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He looked well trained - I wondered if he was going to have a swim so that I could see more of him. Then - just as I wished - he started to undress. His t-shirt gone, I could see that he actually had a nice six-pack. Then he took of his shoes and his socks, and - while I was holding my breath - he removed his shorts and I could see...

He had a raging hard-on! I couldn't believe my luck - here was a gorgeous man, undressing right in front of me, and he had a seven-inch, solid cock. He was still looking across the lake - maybe at the people over there, and I guessed that he was an exhibitionist (like me), who loved the thought of someone watching, even if they were that far away. But I was wrong. He stretched his arms towards the sky, and I could see, even better, his beautiful body. But then he turned, quite rapidly, towards me and smiled. In an instant, I knew that he had seen me - and my hard-on. Then he said: "Nice place, this. I hope I don't disturb?" But he didn't really expect an answer, he simply walked towards me, and then he said "I hope my hard-on doesn't disturb you?" He was still smiling, and even though I couldn't say a word, I'm quite sure my eyes did not suggest that I was disturbed - they probably implied that I was very much interested in what was going on in front of me. I did nothing to dissuade him, but still I was very surprised when he said "I see that you've got one too", and bent down to touch my dick.

I was overwhelmed by surprise - but still I knew that he would not have done this if I had - in any way - suggested I didn't like his presence. I was as much in this as he was. Then I reached out to touch his solid rock of an erection. He was massive. So I steered his body so that I got his dick in my mouth. At the same time, he started to rub my cock gently. My mind struggled to absorb the situation - the taste of the cock in my mouth, the hand working my cock, the warmth of the sun, the slight breeze, and the knowledge that just as this guy had suddenly turned up out of the blue, other people might follow any minute. It felt like I was just a second away from eruption, but then he suddenly said - "Wanna swim?"

Cool water is refreshing. In this case, it kept me from coming prematurely, and I got to look at him more closely. Which only made me hornier, actually. He was awfully sexy, but he was also a lot of fun - we were "fighting" in the water for a while, and in between the fighting, we were kissing and hugging and fighting again...

I don't know how long we went on, but suddenly we were back on my towel, and he was back to his rock-hard self. Moreover, now he was very determined on where to put it. With me on my back, he entered me, and I felt his cock - still wet from the lake - filling me. It didn't hurt at first, but as he pushed more resolutely, I wished we had been in a comfortable place with lots of lube. On the other hand, fucking beneath this tree, with a view of the lake, was just amazing. He kept pounding me, and then he made me turn over and sit on my knees - and he entered me again. For some insane reason, this was even more sexy - now, I could really only see a few bushes right in front of me, which meant that a whole army of people might be walking up the path without me even knowing. Moreover, the guy fucking me had started making noises, which meant that curious people from quite a distance might be tempted to come have a look.

Obviously, he felt some of the same excitement, so after working me for maybe five minutes, I knew that he was about to come. I quickly managed to turn around, and had him shoot his load all over my chest. A very nice load. Some of it fell on my dick, and he immediately bent down to lick it up. Then, of course, as he was already at it, he started sucking me. Now I was in the completely different position - again, I could see all of the nature around me. And as before, this had an instant effect on me. Besides, this guy really knew how to suck - his lips massaged my soft spots so effectively that I actually couldn't help gasping loud. And again, my loud gasps made me even more aware that there might be people only metres away. So I came. I didn't shoot all over him, however - he kept his mouth closed around my dick, and carefully gobbled up every last bit of cum.

The moments after having sex are often awkward. How soon will we split up, and will we talk? In this case, there was no problem. He just smiled and asked - just as before - "Wanna swim?" So we jumped back into the water, and were playing around a little more. A nice way to get clean and fresh. I was feeling great, because meeting him had made this day so memorable.

Then suddenly, in the corner of my eye, I saw something. I turned round to look - right next to my towel, a young guy - maybe 20 - was standing. He was looking bemused at us. Had he been in the area a long time? It was impossible to say, but anyway it was clear that he wasn't going to go anyway soon. My "friend" whispered "I don't think he's happy with seeing us at this distance - should we join him up there?" I just nodded, and we got back up of the water, while this young guy was staring - and smiling. He hardly knew which one of us he should stare at, and his shorts got a very noticable bulge.

For the rest of the day, nothing happened. My "friend" left quickly, while I stayed on my towel to have another nap in the shadow of the tree. The young guy stayed - he also stripped off, and had a swim. We actually chatted a little, and talked about the beauty of this spot and that we would certainly come back here. It wasn't exactly a date, but he did happen to turn up there several times that summer. As did I. And my "friend". And other people, by the way. But there is time to tell about those encounters later...