Beach sex with an audience

It's been more than a year since my last blog post. I've almost forgotten the blog altogether. But when I was turning on my computer today, I realized I do have stories of sex to tell...

Oslo had an early summer two weeks ago. I grabbed a towel and went to Bygdøy's nude beach as soon as I had finished work. It was quite crowded at the main nude beach (Huk), but I did find a spot for my towel and me, and I enjoyed it a lot. But after a while, I got tired of crowd and headed for the more secluded gay nude beach, "Homolulu".

I was surprised to see that there was not one single person on this beach. Of course, mid-May is not a time for Norwegians to go to the beach, but still it was a surprise. I went down the path to the beach, walked over to the end and enjoyed the calm and quiet there for a while.

After a few minutes, a small sailboat with two or three guys and a girl or two on board anchored near the beach. I didn't particularly mind that - in fact, as I closed my eyes to rest some more, I found it rather cool that I was on display to these guys, and as I fell half-asleep, I felt my cock getting hard.

The only sounds I heard, was the voices of these people, being carried over the short distance of water. I didn't understand all they said, but got the impression that they were talking about this nude beach and, in particular, this nude guy with a boner. But then I heard footsteps on the beach. I had to make a quick decision - to be seen flaunting my erection deliberately, to turn round and hide it or to pretend to be sleeping, giving the impression that I'd gone hard in my sleep. I chose the last option. The footsteps got closer, and slowed down. As the sound came from less than two metres away, it stopped entirely. For a number of seconds I could feel his eyes examining me, taking in the sleeping body, the young and healthy erection. I guessed that he would see the natural beauty of the pure and uninhibited arousal next to the rocks and the sand. Then he moved on, but no more than three steps, and I heard him arranging his towel and things, and the sound of him undressing. He evidently wanted to stay close to me - either to watch or to do something else.

The difficult part is to "wake up" in a believeable way. I didn't have to worry about that, though, because suddenly there was a big noice as one of the guys on the boat fell aboard - it startled me, and I raised my head from the sand and watched the boat. Then I turned my head to the side and saw this guy for the first time. He was looking at me from a distance of about two metres - with blue, beautiful eyes. He was 20ish, with a great body, blond, curly hear and a raging hard-on. I did what felt natural to me - I smiled. He smiled back. He seemed to hesitate, but then apparently decided what to do. He moved his towel even closer to me, and grabbed my dick.

This was surprising. The "Homolulu" beach has a nice, rocky area where people usually go when they want to have sex. Having sex in plain view of the rest of the beach (even if empty) and of the boat is usually not done. But any protests my mind might design was quickly forgotten: My body enjoyed desperately the warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves hitting the shore, the sensation of a cute and handsome guy touching my dick and my awareness that the guys in the boat had front row tickets to a show they had not imagined.

"Raise up", he said quietly. That was the only way we could possibly be more visible, but I didn't object - I got to my feet and leant against the massive rocks. I could clearly see that at least one of the guys in the boat had stopped what he was doing and was staring in my direction - and I could feel my new friend, sitting on his knees in front of me, letting his lips enclose my dick.

I didn't last long - I couldn't get out of my head that the only thing between me and these five people in the boat was the head of the guy who was giving me a blow-job. Moreover, he did a hell of a job, so before long he could sense that I would be coming. He pulled away from my dick, but not more than that my cum would hit his face. I came in big bursts, looking out into the Oslo fjord, with a small sailboat and five faces.

Of course, I wanted to return the favor, so we switched places and I started to enjoy the sweaty and salty taste of his medium-sized dick. But after only a minute, he whispered "Someone's coming" and I understood from the sound of his voice that it wasn't him... Very quickly, he was lying on his stomach, hiding his gorgeous boner from view, while I didn't think quickly enough, so I got down on my back, with my still semi-erect and partly wet cock in plain view. Of course they must have seen us before we saw them, and the smiles on their faces confirmed that. They found a place a little bit away from us, but still close enough that any further oral exercises would had to include an invitation to them - and that was a bit more than what I was prepared for at the moment...

After a while I packed my stuff and headed back home, knowing that there will be more opportunities for beach fun as the summer unfolds...

The (sex) life of James part 4

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

The (sex) life of James part 3

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The (sex) life of James part 2

The (sex) life of James part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Naked in the school's swimming pool

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Kristiansand beach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nude on the net

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nude runs

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

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

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

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

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

Patrik's experience at soccer tournament

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

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

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

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

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

Ask me anything answers 7

In a comment, Matt asks:

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

Is exhibitionism tied to pride in a way?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy

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?

Architecture

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

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

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.)

Russ - a nice swim

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quick jerk

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

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

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

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

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

Showering with white briefs

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

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

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...