Sex in the gym

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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..."

The (sex) life of James part 1

As I’ve told you, I’ve had problems writing about my life recently – I just haven’t found it interesting enough. Then one day as I was trying to blog, I realized that maybe it would be a cool idea to write about someone else. I immediately thought of James, who I have known for quite some time. I knew that he was keeping a low profile recently, but I imagined that maybe he would be willing to let me “interview” him, to write something about him. I started to reread his blog, and I found that this could indeed be the start of a whole series of postings just about James. And after James, maybe someone else?

So here’s what I did – I sent James a message asking if I could interview him for my blog. He accepted, and we decided to do it by Google Talk. So I started to prepare the first questions and we had a talk. It turned into more than one talk, but I’ll come back to that. Then I have edited and translated everything into English. So here it is. And he also accepted that I include some of his blog postings as well, as they tell the stories better than I could retell them. So here it is: The (sex) life of James.

JK: First of all, what personal details could you give me? Date of birth?
QJ: I’m born August 5th, 1985. I was born just outside Oslo, so I’ve lived in or around Oslo all my life.
JK: Judging from your blog, you didn’t really discover sex until age 18. How about the time before that?
QJ: I’ve been very careful in my blog not to make it seem like some sort of child porn thing. That’s why I’ve mostly picked events that happened after I turned 18 – or at least left out my age from the stories that I couldn’t keep from telling. In reality, I was just as sexually active at age 16 as at age 18, I would say.
JK: So when did you first have sex?
QJ: You’re not going to get me to tell that story – for much the reason I’ve just told you. But I guess I was 14 or 15. So I wasn’t really incredibly young.
JK: Was that about the same time that you discovered exhibitionism? There’s a cool blog post about you being naked in your bedroom window as a routine for months.
QJ: That would be at about that time. I started to realize that just the thought that people might see me from outside, turned me on, so I started undressing before closing the curtains. Of course, this quickly developed – I started to look out for opportunities of being naked. At one stage the favourite was going to the swimming pool with a swimming trunk that was a bit too loose – so everytime I dived into the water, the trunk would be around my knees. I’m not sure anyone saw that, but it was a thrill. Of course, today that would be pathetic.

Here’s an exerpt from the blog post I mentioned:
“I certainly remember my "routine", of course - often, this simple act of exhibition turned me on and I had to take care of my raging hard-on before going to sleep. [..] I remember sometimes seeing - or having a fantasy about seeing - a face in one of the windows opposite mine.

I also remember, though, that a few times I went to the bed and jerked off BEFORE closing the curtains. I wonder whether he saw me those times. I'll have to write him a reply. I also wonder what happened in his bed after I had closed my curtains... :-)”

JK: What about nude photos - when was the first nude photo of you taken?
QJ: At that time, before the digital camera revolution, taking a nude photo of yourself and handing it in to be developed felt much more daring than simply being naked in front of someone. So that took quite a while. I think I must have been as old as 17.
JK: But you seem to have enjoyed that part of it, as far as I remember from your blog? Didn’t you rather bask in the attention of the photo shop guy?
QJ: I was terrified of what would happen – at the time I didn’t even know if it was legal to hand in nude photos to such shops. Most of the photos were quite innocent nudes, but there was an erection or two as I got excited. But when I realized that the guy was both beautiful and seemed to enjoy the situation, I grabbed the chance…


From a blog post:
"Of course, for me, using an old-fashioned camera was part of the thrill when I took the first nude photos of myself. Granted, the photos didn't get as good as they could have, but the excitement I got from handing the photos in to the gorgeous guy at the local photo shop, was more than compensation enough. (He couldn't hide a smile when I picked up the photos, and he asked - as he probably has to - if I wanted to check out the photos there and then. They had a policy that you could return any photos you were not happy with, as long as you did it immediately. So I took the photos out of the bag, and slowly leafed through them with him staring from two metres away. More on this later...)"

JK: In your blog on this encounter, you said “More on this later”. But I haven’t found more on this?
QJ: Well, nothing more happened at the moment. But the third time I handed in my film, when I asked when the prints would be ready, he said: “They should be ready tomorrow evening – why don’t you check if they’re ready just before closing time?” Of course, I understood this “code” and turned up at closing time. He lead me to the back of the shop where the photos were finished – but he evidently was eager to see “the real thing”. And I didn’t protest.
JK: Wow. What happened to all the nude photos?
QJ: I still have them. I think all of them have been posted online at some point, when I got a thrill out of that. At least I think I posted all on Flickr, but I was banned there. So at the moment I don’t really know if all of them are out there somewhere, and I don’t really care.
JK: Where were the photos taken?
QJ: Well, the first ones were taken in my room at home. I also took some photos at a beach a bit later – on a not too warm day, so there were noone around. And later, of course, I’ve taken photos almost everywhere.
JK: Well, there’s so much more I’d love to ask you, but perhaps we continue this a bit later, as we are approaching the period of your life that you’ve blogged most about.

James agreed to that, and the next part of this interview will arrive soon.

Good ideas? - send them to me!

I'm feeling bad for blogging so little lately. Especially when I see comments telling me that there are actually people out there who would like me to blog more often.

Basically, there are two problems. The first one is that I need to be "in the mood" to blog. Blogging about sex is great when I feel like it, but dreadful when I don't. And lately I've just haven't felt like it too often. The other problem is that I often feel that my sex life is too boring. After all my posts about being naked in public, having hard-on in public showers and so on, I can't find the energy to write a post about the "everyday sex". For instance: the last time I had sex was two days ago. I went out to a gay bar, met a cute guy, we talked and had beers and ended up in his apartment. He was sexy, the sex was hot and I had a lot of fun, but I don't know how to put it into a blog post. Also, how could I write a hot blog post about jerking off on webcam...

So - any good ideas on what I should blog about would be helpful. Also: if you have good stories that I could post (or just link to) that would be great as well.

(I know that I could also start writing pure fiction - I just got an idea of describing a perfect holiday from my point of view. Maybe I'll do that - but will you read it?)

The Microsoft Porn search engine

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

1. Point your browser to Bing.com.
   
2. Make sure to change the country (upper right of the screen) to "United States".
   
3. Choose "Videos" in the list to the left.
   
4. Start searching. If you search for "Johan Paulik", for instance, you will get a message saying "THE SEARCH "JOHAN PAULIK" MAY RETURN EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT.To view these videos, turn off safe search."
   
5. Turn off safe search.
   
6. Enjoy! You now see 20 thumbnails. By holding the cursor over a thumbnail, the video starts playing, and you see if this is something you want to watch closer.
   

Of course, your favorite porn star's name is a good place to start. Bing even suggests other porn stars in the left menu ("Related people"). But other word combinations, like 'gay sex outdoors' or 'beach twinks' turn up interesting finds.

Any suggestions?

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…

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...

Ask me anything answers 2

Another question after asking you to Ask me anything:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twitter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tourist in Oslo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

Finding a real-life mate on the net

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

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

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

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

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

The soccer player

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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