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...

A visitor from abroad

I’ve explained before that I prefer not to plan ahead too much, and that I don’t really like to meet people online and then decide to meet each other – partly because it happens that people don’t turn up, which is a waste of time, and partly because both people will anyway spend time worrying about whether the other will be there, which is also a waste of time.

On the other hand, a couple of times I’ve gotten in touch with people who have been planning to visit Oslo – either through friends or simply online. A few times I’ve ended up inviting them to stay with me. I’ve been very careful not to raise expectations – I’ve just promised a key and a bed, with no commitment to being a guide around Oslo or to any other arrangements. And I’ve only done it a few days ahead of them coming to Oslo, as I don’t want to tie me down here if something interesting is coming up somewhere else.

Last year, a Czech guy named Pavel got such an invitation. He was to stay in Oslo for two weeks, and we had been chatted online a little in the weeks ahead. He had needed help finding what to see and do in Oslo on a tiny budget (which is not really a problem) and he had also reserved a room in the only cheap place in town (Anker Hostel). He had also asked about the gay scene, saunas, gay beaches and things like that, but we had not really talked about meeting each other while he was here, partly, probably, because I hadn’t been able to say that I would be in Oslo at all. But then, just three or four days before he was to travel to Oslo, I decided that I might as well invite him to stay with me. He seemed nice, I have no valuables worth stealing and has a spare bedroom anyway, which he could use without bothering me much.

When he arrived, he turned out to be not only beautiful (I had seen that in the photos) but also very charming, with a very cute smile. I showed him his bedroom and the bathroom and then offered him a coffee in the kitchen. I gave him the key and then just went through some basic “rules”: That he could come and go as he wanted, eat food (but preferably replace the basics, like bread and milk, when they were finished), do his laundry and so on. Then I added: “By the way, I tend to walk around in the nude in my apartment. Is that okay for you?” He smiled his cute smile and said that that was “perfect”. So we left it at that, and went on to discuss what he would do today and so on. He was planning to go to a concert and then go to some gay bar or something.

I stayed home, and was half asleep on the sofa watching tv when I heard the key in the lock. Pavel was back from town. He just looked into the living room for a moment to tell me that he would have a shower and was gone. I continued watching the tv show that I had already missed most of, but was gradually getting more awake. Then, five or ten minutes later, Pavel came back to the living room. Now he had showered, he had towelled off, and he had put his towel around his shoulder. Apart from that, he was naked.

I was pleased with this – I had been hoping that he would be relaxed about nudity. But I was more than pleased – he was a beautiful boy. I must admit that I have spent more time than I like to think of looking at Johan Paulik and his Bel Ami friends, and Pavel looked like he was from that same group of people. A slender body, but with a hint of muscles. Long, strong legs. And a thick and good-looking cock. I stared, and Pavel noticed, so suddenly I had to try to stop staring and try to act “normal”, whatever that is. I asked him if he wanted to sit down. He did. So he sat down next to me in the sofa, a bit closer than what would have been necessary if he didn’t want to be close to me.

Then he realized that the curtains were not closed. He pointed at the window and asked “Can’t people from the street look in?” “Yes, they can, if they walk close to the house and happen to look in our direction. Do you mind?” Pavel just smiled again, and I understood that he didn’t mind. There was another sign of that as well: his dick was stiffening. I stared again, guessing that he wouldn’t mind that either.

I watched as his cock got fully erect, and obviously my cock followed suit. Now it was his time to look. And he kept smiling.

I understood where this was heading, of course, but I felt a little uneasiness. I hoped he didn’t feel he had to have sex with me because he was allowed to stay in my place. But I couldn’t ask him that, as it would have sounded as I thought he was willing to sell sex to save a little money. So I just said, “I didn’t really expect us to…”, but he broke me off and said “I have a little complaint.” I was surprised. “Follow me”, he said. Then he took me to his bedroom and pointed at the bed. “How am I supposed to have a good time in Oslo with that? It’s an empty bed. No beautiful guy to have fun with!” He pretended to be upset, so I played along and lay down on the bed and asked “Better?” “Much better!” he said, and lay down next to me.

He kissed me. He kissed me wonderfully. Then he moved downwards, kissing my Adam’s apple, then my nipples, then my stomach. And then, finally, my cock. First, he gently let his tongue tap the base of my cock head, before he let his lips enclose it. Slowly, he moved down, letting more and more of my cock enter his mouth. I was constantly wanting him to move faster, but knew that the pace was just perfect. Then, when he had all my cock in his mouth, he let it go out again, but at the same time kept massaging it with his tongue. The speed rose gradually, the sensations flaming from my cock faster. I knew that I would come within a minute if I didn’t start concentrating on holding back, so I did that. But he was working my cock so skilfully that I knew that I would have no way of resisting the orgasm. Just as I was thinking that, however, he let go of my cock and moved up to my face again. He gave me a long kiss.

Now, I got the chance to taste his nipples and his stomach, and then I, too, could show my blow-job expertise. His cock was significantly thicker than average, and I could taste a little precum as I started working the head. I tried to press my lips together in a rhythm, but his thickness made it a bit difficult. But I managed to find a combination of movements whereby I had his dick almost fully in my mouth, but at the same time stimulated the underside of his dick head. It was very effective – he didn’t even give a warning before I felt the first burst of cum in my mouth. He seemed to try to withdraw, but as he was on his back with me on top, there was no way for him to do that, so I just kept going, taking another burst and then another. Then he stopped moving, and I knew that it would be just a moment before the pleasure would turn into a mix of pleasure and pain. He yelped, and I let him loose. Then I swallowed.

“I’d like you to come on my face”, he said. I moved, so that I was on my knees next to him. I was planning to jerk off, but he took hold of my cock and started to jerk me. After everything, I didn’t have much resistance to offer, so after just a few minutes of jerking, I shot a load. Some of it landed on his lips. He licked his lips and smiled.

Needless to say, these two weeks were wonderful. Pavel was the perfect guest, and I guess I was the perfect host. And now he is considering coming to Norway for a few weeks this summer as well. That would be a very interesting repeat.