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...
Showing posts with label lake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lake. Show all posts
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
In the shower with James
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...
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...
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
The lake I love
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...
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...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
