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...

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...

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Norwegian russ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...