As promised, Patrik has told us a story from a soccer tournament. I repost it here to get it into the open - out of the comment field...
I remember very well the classrooms in which we slept during the Norway Cup tournament. Most players are staying at schools (which are closed for the summer holiday), sleeping on mattresses on the floor. My team of 18-year olds were staying in a classroom on the sunny side of the building, which meant that it was dreadfully hot when we were supposed to go to bed. Mehmet, one of my teammates, complained a lot about the heat, and in the end he said that there was no way he would wear clothes or a blanket in this heat. So he undressed completely and went to bed.
Of course, some of the other guys followed his example, so within minutes, the floor was full of naked guys. Then one of the guys started talking about whether the girls was doing the same thing in their classroom. There was talk on which of the girls were most beautiful and who we would like to see in the nude. Mehmet was next to me, and I noticed that he started to get a hard-on. He was a very beautiful guy with Persian looks, and a great cock. So as I saw him getting erect, of course I did too.
I thought for some moment if I should hide, but decided that I should rather play the heterosexual game – pretending that I only cared for girls and that I didn’t care about the naked guys in the room. So I said that “The thought of Anne in the nude makes me want to jerk off.” So I started to stroke my dick a little. Mehmet looked at my cock, and probably had some of the same thoughts: he said that he would rather think of Eva. So, within moments most of the soccer team was on their backs on the classroom floor jerking off. I glanced at Mehmet’s cock and he glanced at mine – and then we looked into each others’ eyes – and I know that he wasn’t really thinking of Eva. And then he shot a big load over his chest. A little moment later, I shot my load.
The mood changed immediately – everyone just used a towel or something nearby to clean up, and then pulled a blanket over their cock and pretended to go to sleep. I did so too. But I knew that if I did everything right, I would get to have fun with Mehmet again – and even closer…
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Architecture
Today, I will post on a topic that may seem very boring: architecture. I’ve always been fascinated by how architecture may sometimes invite (or positively demand) situations of exhibitionism and/or voyeurism.
While this has been an interest to me, I didn’t know that others were also giving this much thought before I raised the subject in a conversation at the local gay bar (London) a few weeks ago. It turned out that everybody round the table had examples of architecture which did, in one way or another, lead to nude people being seen by non-nude people in unintended ways – if we rule out the idea that the architects themselves were actually having this in mind when they made their drawings.
From my own experience, I’ve several times been to public toilets where the floor or the ceiling (or both) have been made of a polished material, shiny enough that you can see your mirror image in it. And – needless to say – if you can see your own mirror image, of course you can also see what goes on in the cubicle next to yours. More than once, I have jerked off in such a situation and seen that the guy “next-door” has noticed and started to watch. Of course, it is impossible for the other guy to complain if he doesn’t like what he sees, because he would be asked why he was peeking at you in the first place. How the people who have made the interior decisions (or the people actually doing the polishing) have managed to miss this point, is beyond me, but I am forever thankful.
One of my friends at the bar told me about the high school he went to. This high school had the swimming lessons in an old swimming pool which was also used by all other grades in the small community. Apparently, the pool was designed in the belief that it would only ever be used by one gender at a time, because there were no door separating the swimming pool and the shower area. Granted, there was only one of the showers which could be seen from the pool, but my friend admitted that he always made sure to take his time on the way to the shower, so that all the other showers would be occupied. Then he would enjoy showering in full view of the swimming pool.
Not all my gay friends are exhibitionists, by all means. Another of my friends told me about his school, where the locker rooms were in the basement. The small windows in the locker rooms were at the top of the walls, right above ground level, and were facing the school yard. This meant that the windows (of frosted glass) were almost always closed, but when the heat and the damp got too bad, someone would open one of the windows. This meant that people in the school yard could come over and have a look in. My friend admitted to opening the window on a few occations – after he himself had had the time to put on his underwear at least. He enjoyed to see how some of his class-mates were oblivious to the fact that they could be seen from above.
While we were discussing locker rooms, still another of my friends described how the locker room at his local soccer team was more or less just a small “cabin” put next to the soccer field. There was only one door separating the locker room and the outside, so every time someone went through the door, people outside could look in. While this was usually not an issue (as noone was around), it did happen at certain events, such as soccer tournaments, that there would be both players, parents and other spectators who happened to be outside at just the “right” moments.
Another topic when it comes to locker rooms was mirrors. Almost all of my friends had examples of locker rooms where there was no direct view from outside (or from a swimming pool or gym hall) into the locker room, but where mirrors had been put up near the entrance which gave a very different situation.
Yet another friend said that he had been to a museum in Bergen in which the toilet had a huge window facing a street. The window had (persienner) which meant that people could not look in, but my friend turned them a little, so that everyone outside could look in. He didn’t tell us why he did that or what he made out of it, but he said that when he passed on the street outside hours later, the (persienner) was still in the same position.
Many of my friends had also been to hotels with interesting opportunities. Of course, I prefer youth hostels where I can sleep in dorm rooms – it’s cheaper and offers other possibilities. But let’s discuss hotels now: One of my friends had been to a hotel in Gran Canaria in which the living room (and bedroom) window seemed to face a wall. What might not be obvious from inside the room, was that there was a path on top of the wall, on which every hotel guest coming late back from the city would go on their way to their rooms (after the main entrance had closed). My friend had not lived in this apartment himself, but had come home late at night once and had seen a guy naked on the bed, watching tv, with no curtains closed. Needless to say, my friend watched closely every night he came back from town, and the guy would be there every night, always oblivious or careless about what could be seen from outside.
Another friend mentioned staying at hotels where the hotel rooms faced a common area, and which had (just like the toilet mentioned above) (persienner) instead of curtains. These (persienner) did leave an inch or so on each side, which meant that people could, in theory, see as much as they wanted just by coming close. And just as with the (persienner) mentioned above, they could of course be put in different positions, meaning that it was easy to “forget” that it was possible to watch.
A more modern phenomenon is the bathrooms with glass walls. Of course, the glass walls mean that you can be watched from the living room while showering. One of my friends, however, pointed out that as we are not yet used to having glass walls in the bathroom, we do not always remember to close the living room curtains before having a shower. He himself had been to such a modern hotel somewhere, and had enjoyed having a shower while being in plain view by people outside.
One further thing that was mentioned in the discussion was public toilets in which there is a gap between the door and the wall, meaning that you can actually see or be seen as much as you want – and just as mentioned before, it is hard to complain when you see something through a crack in a door.
I see that some of these examples are purely architectural, while others have more to do with interior design. I’m sure, however, that there are more examples of how architecture is done in a way that makes it possible (or even necessary) to be naked in view of others. (After all, this posting is made on the basis of one conversation with just a few friends.) If you have such examples, I would be happy to read them in the comments…
While this has been an interest to me, I didn’t know that others were also giving this much thought before I raised the subject in a conversation at the local gay bar (London) a few weeks ago. It turned out that everybody round the table had examples of architecture which did, in one way or another, lead to nude people being seen by non-nude people in unintended ways – if we rule out the idea that the architects themselves were actually having this in mind when they made their drawings.
From my own experience, I’ve several times been to public toilets where the floor or the ceiling (or both) have been made of a polished material, shiny enough that you can see your mirror image in it. And – needless to say – if you can see your own mirror image, of course you can also see what goes on in the cubicle next to yours. More than once, I have jerked off in such a situation and seen that the guy “next-door” has noticed and started to watch. Of course, it is impossible for the other guy to complain if he doesn’t like what he sees, because he would be asked why he was peeking at you in the first place. How the people who have made the interior decisions (or the people actually doing the polishing) have managed to miss this point, is beyond me, but I am forever thankful.
One of my friends at the bar told me about the high school he went to. This high school had the swimming lessons in an old swimming pool which was also used by all other grades in the small community. Apparently, the pool was designed in the belief that it would only ever be used by one gender at a time, because there were no door separating the swimming pool and the shower area. Granted, there was only one of the showers which could be seen from the pool, but my friend admitted that he always made sure to take his time on the way to the shower, so that all the other showers would be occupied. Then he would enjoy showering in full view of the swimming pool.
Not all my gay friends are exhibitionists, by all means. Another of my friends told me about his school, where the locker rooms were in the basement. The small windows in the locker rooms were at the top of the walls, right above ground level, and were facing the school yard. This meant that the windows (of frosted glass) were almost always closed, but when the heat and the damp got too bad, someone would open one of the windows. This meant that people in the school yard could come over and have a look in. My friend admitted to opening the window on a few occations – after he himself had had the time to put on his underwear at least. He enjoyed to see how some of his class-mates were oblivious to the fact that they could be seen from above.
While we were discussing locker rooms, still another of my friends described how the locker room at his local soccer team was more or less just a small “cabin” put next to the soccer field. There was only one door separating the locker room and the outside, so every time someone went through the door, people outside could look in. While this was usually not an issue (as noone was around), it did happen at certain events, such as soccer tournaments, that there would be both players, parents and other spectators who happened to be outside at just the “right” moments.
Another topic when it comes to locker rooms was mirrors. Almost all of my friends had examples of locker rooms where there was no direct view from outside (or from a swimming pool or gym hall) into the locker room, but where mirrors had been put up near the entrance which gave a very different situation.
Yet another friend said that he had been to a museum in Bergen in which the toilet had a huge window facing a street. The window had (persienner) which meant that people could not look in, but my friend turned them a little, so that everyone outside could look in. He didn’t tell us why he did that or what he made out of it, but he said that when he passed on the street outside hours later, the (persienner) was still in the same position.
Many of my friends had also been to hotels with interesting opportunities. Of course, I prefer youth hostels where I can sleep in dorm rooms – it’s cheaper and offers other possibilities. But let’s discuss hotels now: One of my friends had been to a hotel in Gran Canaria in which the living room (and bedroom) window seemed to face a wall. What might not be obvious from inside the room, was that there was a path on top of the wall, on which every hotel guest coming late back from the city would go on their way to their rooms (after the main entrance had closed). My friend had not lived in this apartment himself, but had come home late at night once and had seen a guy naked on the bed, watching tv, with no curtains closed. Needless to say, my friend watched closely every night he came back from town, and the guy would be there every night, always oblivious or careless about what could be seen from outside.
Another friend mentioned staying at hotels where the hotel rooms faced a common area, and which had (just like the toilet mentioned above) (persienner) instead of curtains. These (persienner) did leave an inch or so on each side, which meant that people could, in theory, see as much as they wanted just by coming close. And just as with the (persienner) mentioned above, they could of course be put in different positions, meaning that it was easy to “forget” that it was possible to watch.
A more modern phenomenon is the bathrooms with glass walls. Of course, the glass walls mean that you can be watched from the living room while showering. One of my friends, however, pointed out that as we are not yet used to having glass walls in the bathroom, we do not always remember to close the living room curtains before having a shower. He himself had been to such a modern hotel somewhere, and had enjoyed having a shower while being in plain view by people outside.
One further thing that was mentioned in the discussion was public toilets in which there is a gap between the door and the wall, meaning that you can actually see or be seen as much as you want – and just as mentioned before, it is hard to complain when you see something through a crack in a door.
I see that some of these examples are purely architectural, while others have more to do with interior design. I’m sure, however, that there are more examples of how architecture is done in a way that makes it possible (or even necessary) to be naked in view of others. (After all, this posting is made on the basis of one conversation with just a few friends.) If you have such examples, I would be happy to read them in the comments…
Monday, November 17, 2008
In the gym with James
I'm settled into my new apartment, and has already had great times there - not the least when James visited. That was an exhibitionistic night to remember - and I'll surely tell more about it later.
Later in the week, however, James and I went to the gym again (see an earlier post), and what happened there is certainly worth a post, too.
We had talked on facebook about what opportunities we had. Of course, in the locker room we could get semi-erect and observe the reactions of others, and in the gym we could wear different kinds of revealing clothes. There's also a pool which gives interesting opportunities, and a sauna where the heat makes everybody particularly "vulnerable". In fact; once people start getting a hard-on in the sauna, they have nowhere to hide - several times have a semi-erection on my part given others raging hard-ons, often leading to them leaving the sauna blushing...
But in this case, most of the fun was in the gym. It started in the locker room, though. James and I chose lockers far apart - pretending to be strangers. Already while James was undressing, I noticed another guy watching him closely. This guy was our age (early 20s), maybe even 19, and he was obviously a regular guest here, judging by his beautiful body. James, on the other hand, is slim, which only makes his dick look even bigger than it is. Just as James took off his boxer, he decided to fill his bottle with water, so he crossed the room - our "new friend"'s eyes following him. James got back, and found his favorite gym shorts in his bag. The gym shorts are perfect - it has no inner brief, but it is exactly long enough to hide everything as long as you are standing up. The moment you sit down, however, your jewels are clearly visible. James put on his shorts, t-shirt and shoes and wandered out into the gym. "Our friend" followed immediately. I waited for a moment before joining them. While waiting, I saw that "our friend" had the name "Nils" written on his gym bag - so I'll stop calling him "our friend"...
In the gym, James was on a bicycle doing a little warm-up cycling. I watched his shorts, and saw that they didn't really show much the way James was cycling. I also noted that Niels had sat down behind James and was cycling also.
After maybe ten minutes of cycling, James went over to a biceps trainer. He sat down, and started pushing. Niels also stopped cycling, and seemed so interested in James that he wanted to find a machine nearby - so he walked towards James' direction. It was funny to see his reaction the moment he noticed that James' cock was partly on display - he almost stopped walking, and couldn't keep his eyes away for at least ten seconds. Then he quickly got to his senses, and sat down on the closest machine there was. I was watching from the bikes, but even from a distance I could see that Niels was having problems keeping his cock down.
James obviously knew what was going on, and decided it was time for some fun. Instead of moving on to the machine next to the one he was using, he decided to move to the one furthest away. Again, he sat down, and Niels almost immediately followed. As he walked through the entire gym, the bulge was very noticeable, but apparently he couldn't stay away from James.
Of course, James couldn't keep being this bad, so the next few machines he chose were also in the same area, so Niels could keep watching without having to flout his huge bulge for everyone to see. And after a little while, there was a moment when James and Niels were the only people in that area, and that was when James decided to lie down to do a little bench press. Of course, his cock was already half visible, and it only took a tiny slide down the bench to get it fully exposed. Even from my position I could see the semi-erect beauty. Niels must have had a very good view - and he actually completely stopped doing whatever he was pretending to do in his machine, and just stared.
I guessed that this would be the end of this part of the fun, so I went into the locker room, which happened to be empty. I undressed. The timing was perfect, I had just undressed completely when James arrived - again closely followed by Niels. It was time to see Niels' erect dick. To make it a bit less embarrassing for him, I let my dick rise a bit as well - that was not very difficult after all that I had seen. So just as Niels was about to undress, he had the guy he had been watching for half an hour on his one side, undressing, and another stranger, sporting a hard-on on the other. So obviously he didn't have a chance of getting his cock limb again. And, on the other hand, he might think it didn't matter much either, as I was showing off...
I started to get very intrigued about how far we could possibly do this. I decided to be brave, so as I got into the shower, I started applying soap all over my body. So just as James and Niels entered the shower, I was soaping up my still erect cock. Of course, James took my cue, and also hardened up at the same time as he let his fingers work his torso and then his cock. Niels, of course, also applied his soap. By then, what my fingers did was much closer to jerking off than to anything else. Niels seemed in doubt for a split second, but then his erection got the better of him, and he started to jerk off, too. James didn't even start jerking until Niels was already well underway.
I would have wished to end this report by telling about wonderful cum all over the place, but instead we suddenly heard sounds from outside. For some reason, the guy who entered the locker room decided to look through the round window in the door to the showers. I turned quickly towards the wall, and James was also quite fast - while Niels was a tiny bit slower. It's impossible to say what the face in the window actually saw - he may have seen two guys showering innocently and one guy jerking off, but I don't know that for sure.
Niels finished his shower, towelled off very quickly and hurried off. James and I were a bit slower, but agreed that we had had enough "public" fun for one evening and headed back to James' place - where we had a great time. We couldn't help thinking of Niels once in a while...
(And Niels, if you read this: I hope you had a good time - and if you want to go to the gym with James and me again, just let me know...)
Later in the week, however, James and I went to the gym again (see an earlier post), and what happened there is certainly worth a post, too.
We had talked on facebook about what opportunities we had. Of course, in the locker room we could get semi-erect and observe the reactions of others, and in the gym we could wear different kinds of revealing clothes. There's also a pool which gives interesting opportunities, and a sauna where the heat makes everybody particularly "vulnerable". In fact; once people start getting a hard-on in the sauna, they have nowhere to hide - several times have a semi-erection on my part given others raging hard-ons, often leading to them leaving the sauna blushing...
But in this case, most of the fun was in the gym. It started in the locker room, though. James and I chose lockers far apart - pretending to be strangers. Already while James was undressing, I noticed another guy watching him closely. This guy was our age (early 20s), maybe even 19, and he was obviously a regular guest here, judging by his beautiful body. James, on the other hand, is slim, which only makes his dick look even bigger than it is. Just as James took off his boxer, he decided to fill his bottle with water, so he crossed the room - our "new friend"'s eyes following him. James got back, and found his favorite gym shorts in his bag. The gym shorts are perfect - it has no inner brief, but it is exactly long enough to hide everything as long as you are standing up. The moment you sit down, however, your jewels are clearly visible. James put on his shorts, t-shirt and shoes and wandered out into the gym. "Our friend" followed immediately. I waited for a moment before joining them. While waiting, I saw that "our friend" had the name "Nils" written on his gym bag - so I'll stop calling him "our friend"...
In the gym, James was on a bicycle doing a little warm-up cycling. I watched his shorts, and saw that they didn't really show much the way James was cycling. I also noted that Niels had sat down behind James and was cycling also.
After maybe ten minutes of cycling, James went over to a biceps trainer. He sat down, and started pushing. Niels also stopped cycling, and seemed so interested in James that he wanted to find a machine nearby - so he walked towards James' direction. It was funny to see his reaction the moment he noticed that James' cock was partly on display - he almost stopped walking, and couldn't keep his eyes away for at least ten seconds. Then he quickly got to his senses, and sat down on the closest machine there was. I was watching from the bikes, but even from a distance I could see that Niels was having problems keeping his cock down.
James obviously knew what was going on, and decided it was time for some fun. Instead of moving on to the machine next to the one he was using, he decided to move to the one furthest away. Again, he sat down, and Niels almost immediately followed. As he walked through the entire gym, the bulge was very noticeable, but apparently he couldn't stay away from James.
Of course, James couldn't keep being this bad, so the next few machines he chose were also in the same area, so Niels could keep watching without having to flout his huge bulge for everyone to see. And after a little while, there was a moment when James and Niels were the only people in that area, and that was when James decided to lie down to do a little bench press. Of course, his cock was already half visible, and it only took a tiny slide down the bench to get it fully exposed. Even from my position I could see the semi-erect beauty. Niels must have had a very good view - and he actually completely stopped doing whatever he was pretending to do in his machine, and just stared.
I guessed that this would be the end of this part of the fun, so I went into the locker room, which happened to be empty. I undressed. The timing was perfect, I had just undressed completely when James arrived - again closely followed by Niels. It was time to see Niels' erect dick. To make it a bit less embarrassing for him, I let my dick rise a bit as well - that was not very difficult after all that I had seen. So just as Niels was about to undress, he had the guy he had been watching for half an hour on his one side, undressing, and another stranger, sporting a hard-on on the other. So obviously he didn't have a chance of getting his cock limb again. And, on the other hand, he might think it didn't matter much either, as I was showing off...
I started to get very intrigued about how far we could possibly do this. I decided to be brave, so as I got into the shower, I started applying soap all over my body. So just as James and Niels entered the shower, I was soaping up my still erect cock. Of course, James took my cue, and also hardened up at the same time as he let his fingers work his torso and then his cock. Niels, of course, also applied his soap. By then, what my fingers did was much closer to jerking off than to anything else. Niels seemed in doubt for a split second, but then his erection got the better of him, and he started to jerk off, too. James didn't even start jerking until Niels was already well underway.
I would have wished to end this report by telling about wonderful cum all over the place, but instead we suddenly heard sounds from outside. For some reason, the guy who entered the locker room decided to look through the round window in the door to the showers. I turned quickly towards the wall, and James was also quite fast - while Niels was a tiny bit slower. It's impossible to say what the face in the window actually saw - he may have seen two guys showering innocently and one guy jerking off, but I don't know that for sure.
Niels finished his shower, towelled off very quickly and hurried off. James and I were a bit slower, but agreed that we had had enough "public" fun for one evening and headed back to James' place - where we had a great time. We couldn't help thinking of Niels once in a while...
(And Niels, if you read this: I hope you had a good time - and if you want to go to the gym with James and me again, just let me know...)
Friday, July 18, 2008
What the postman brings
I notice that many of the stories I’ve told you, start in the same way: I’m naked in some situation or another, and then some people turn up who happen to be interested. This happens to happen quite a lot – at first, I’m naked in a totally harmless situation, where it’s just “chance” or “forgetfulness” or “carelessness” which makes others see me. Then, when a guy shows interest, things may go further.
This is not the only way these things go, however. Sometimes, I’m the one who happens to see someone else.
After my first year at university, I needed money. As I was staying in Oslo anyway, I took a summer job as a postman – delivering the mail to people in the afternoon. Already on my first day at work, I had an interesting experience. I came to a house which had its mailbox fixed to a fence. Actually, the fence was a bit lower where the mailbox was than everywhere else, and as I approached the mailbox to put the mail in, I could see over the fence, and looked directly through the living room windows and at a naked guy who was standing there. I was surprised, and quickly looked away and got on with my route. After all, it was none of my business to look into other people’s homes. However, I couldn’t get the image off my mind – I saw that the guy might be almost double my age (I was almost 19), but he had a great body… And I loved nudity, after all…
The day after, I was interested to see if anything similar would happen. When I came to this house, I had made up my mind that I would get a clear look at him. I approached the mailbox, looked in the direction of his living room windows – but saw nothing. I was a bit disappointed, but only for a second – I gave a start as I saw he was sitting, completely naked, on his terrace. Again, I guess this could not be seen from the street due to his high fence, but it could certainly be seen from where I was. Now, I noticed that he was nicely tanned – all over. It was also difficult to ignore his dick (even if I had wanted to) – it was semi-erect, and looking very tempting. I still couldn’t know his age, but I could see that he was working out, his arms and feet were nice and strong. And he had a beautiful face, reminding me of Marcus Schenkenberg… I just nodded as a way of greeting him, and went back to the car to get on with my route again. And again, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. In particular, I wondered if he sat there because he wanted to be seen – and whether he had noticed that I had actually been looking for him in his living room. And above all, I knew that I needed to see him again…
On the third day, I was lucky. There was a large and heavy package for him – which I knew was too big for his mailbox. The routine in such cases was to put a note in the recipient’s mailbox with the information that the package should be collected at the post office. However, if I was in doubt, I was supposed to bring the package to check if it fitted in, so no one could actually blame me for bringing it to his house. And if he was there, at least I had my chance to talk to him. I didn’t know what would happen, but talking is always a start.
He was almost at the end of my route, and this day I decided to change the route a little to make him the very last one. I just hoped that he would still be outside – after all, it was another beautiful day. As I arrived there, I approached the mailbox, and saw that he was lying on his back on a sun bed. Again, he was semi-erect. He looked up when he heard me walking towards the mailbox, and I nodded. Then I said “There’s a package for you here – it’s too big for your mailbox.” I had hoped that he would come walking – naked – to the fence to get it, but instead he said something better, “Oh, thank you! Do you think you could bring it to the terrace?” Of course I wanted to do that, so I just said “Sure” and went to get it.
I don’t know exactly what I was thinking as I was carrying the package from the car to his house. I was certainly excited, but I didn’t know what the intentions of this guy were. I knew that he didn’t mind being naked in front of the postman, but what else didn’t he mind? And I knew that I looked good, being a sporty young man in my white shorts and a tight t-shirt. (I shed the post office uniform as soon as I got in my car – I couldn’t stand it as long as the weather was good.) But even if he fancied to have some fun – what pretext could I find for getting rid of my clothes, or he for approaching me? And would I really dare to do anything?
It turned out it was all much simpler than I had expected. As I approached the terrace where he was lying with his considerable cock pointing to the sky, I couldn’t stop my own cock from mimicking him – all the thoughts of what could possibly happen had made me hard. Thereby, I got a bulge that I couldn’t control. Of course, I could easily hide it as long as I was carrying the package, but I knew that as soon as I put it down, it would be very visible. (Not wearing underwear under these thin and loose shorts didn’t help, either.) This thought didn’t help, to put it mildly. When I finally got to the point of putting the package down, I was sporting a raging hard-on, and he must have spotted it immediately.
“Thank you for bringing that big package all the way to my terrace”, he said, and obviously I understood which package he meant. “Are you in a hurry, or could I offer you a beer as a way to thank you?” A beer couldn’t hurt, so I told him that his house was actually the last one on the route, and that I would be happy to have a beer with him. “Okay, I’ll get a cold beer inside”, he said, “and as you see, it’s perfectly possible to get an all-over-tan on this terrace, if you prefer that.” That invitation was very clear, and he had managed to make two innocent-sounding comments which still made his intentions clear. Now I had to make up my mind what to do, but I always tends to go for what feels right in the moment, as long as there is no imminent danger. So of course I started undressing the moment he went in to get the beer. Maybe two minutes later he was back with a beer for each of us, and by then, I was sitting naked in a chair. I had managed to concentrate on the periodic table (of chemistry) for about 20 seconds (one of my small tricks to think of other things than sex for a moment), which had been enough for my erection to shrink to a semi-erection. However, this didn’t last long.
“I’m happy that you’re not afraid of nudity”, he said, “I find that I’m never as happy as when I’m naked.” He opened the beers and offered me one. “Cheers to that,” I said. He asked me if I ever went to nude beaches, and I told him that I often went to the nude beach at Huk – but also just to nice lakes in the forests north of Sognsvann. He looked at me and said (I know it’s lame, but it worked): “You’re really a beautiful guy. You could be a model.” I laughed and said “Do you mean in porn?” He laughed as well, and said that I would certainly be a great porn model as well. Then he told me a story about how he had tried his luck in the porn business some ten years earlier. I don’t remember the details now, but I remember vividly how his story made my cock go back to its fully erect state. As he saw that, he hardened as well, and it was fascinating to hear stories from his short career in porn while looking at his tool of that trade.
Then he told me about the favourite scene he’d done: he was in a “sling” while four men where taking turns fucking him. I pretended to be ignorant, and asked “what’s a sling?”, without really knowing how he’d use this question. He said “Oh, I can show you – I have one in the basement. Do you want to see?” I said “Sure”, and down in the basement we went. He explained how it worked, but I had genuinely never seen a sling quite like that, and kept asking how it was possible to hang like that – wasn’t it uncomfortable? As I was asking these questions, I did understand where they would lead me, but I didn’t worry. Of course, he offered me to try, and soon, I was hanging helpless in this sling, still with a raging hard-on. “Actually, I can do what I want with you now”, he said, and I felt a bit uncertain. “I have two more questions for you now. If you want to leave, tell me now. If you want to play safe, tell me that. Otherwise, I’ll pretty much do what I want and you will only be set free when you say the word “postman”.” Again, I just had to think for a moment to know what I wanted. I had read about things like this, but it was amazing to me to be in such a situation so suddenly. Part of my brain told me that it would be safer just to get home, but I knew that I really wanted this. My cock told me as much. I told him that I understood, and that I wanted to play safe.
From this point on, my “master” was changed. He didn’t ask me anything anymore. He just did what he wanted. At first, he found a dildo and started to fuck me with that. He didn’t use any lube at first, so it hurt quite a lot, but at the same time, my erection just got harder. Then, as I got used to this dildo, he removed it for a little while, and that felt great. However, right afterwards, he held another dildo in front of my face. He smiled. This one was far thicker and far longer than anything that I had ever had in my arse, that’s for sure. This time he put on a lot of lube, but still it felt terrible as he was pushing it in. Now, he noticed that there was precum on my cock, and he leant over me to lick that off, before going on to work on the monster dildo. Of course, the sense of his tongue on my dick only worked as a little teaser, making me want him to suck me, but that was not what was on his agenda right now. He kept pushing the dildo in, and finally, it had gotten maybe halfway in. At that point, he secured it with some kind of wire system to the wires holding my arms, meaning that it could not get back out, only further in. Then he walked over to the other end of me – my head – and let me start sucking his dick. However, as he was steadily moving in and out of my mouth, the dildo was moving steadily in and out as well, making it feel as if I was gently fucked by a giant.
This lasted for a while, but then he went over again, released the dildo, and pulled it out. Then he put a condom on his dick and started to fuck me. Obviously, this now felt as a relief after the huge dildo, even though he was still pushing his long dick far into me. In my position, I couldn’t really do much, so I just hang there as he was fucking away – and he came after maybe ten minutes of this. I felt tired and sore, but this was not the end of it. Instead, he found the huge dildo again, and managed to put it back in. Now, however, he kept pushing it, rhythmically, with one hand, at the same time as he started to suck my rock-solid cock. The pain from the dildo was almost too much, but at the same time, it gave wonderful feelings which made me feel hornier and hornier. Then, I suddenly burst, and I shot a huge load – and kept shooting repeatedly. He didn’t withdraw, and kept “fucking” me with the dildo and kept sucking for at least a minute. Then he stopped, and then released my feet and finally my arms. I was so tired that I just sat down on the floor.
I kept delivering post to this address for the entire summer, and quite a few times I made sure his house was the last one on my list. Not too often, however, as it took me a couple of days to recover from every such session. And every time anyone asks me if being a postman wasn’t terribly boring, I just smile…
This is not the only way these things go, however. Sometimes, I’m the one who happens to see someone else.
After my first year at university, I needed money. As I was staying in Oslo anyway, I took a summer job as a postman – delivering the mail to people in the afternoon. Already on my first day at work, I had an interesting experience. I came to a house which had its mailbox fixed to a fence. Actually, the fence was a bit lower where the mailbox was than everywhere else, and as I approached the mailbox to put the mail in, I could see over the fence, and looked directly through the living room windows and at a naked guy who was standing there. I was surprised, and quickly looked away and got on with my route. After all, it was none of my business to look into other people’s homes. However, I couldn’t get the image off my mind – I saw that the guy might be almost double my age (I was almost 19), but he had a great body… And I loved nudity, after all…
The day after, I was interested to see if anything similar would happen. When I came to this house, I had made up my mind that I would get a clear look at him. I approached the mailbox, looked in the direction of his living room windows – but saw nothing. I was a bit disappointed, but only for a second – I gave a start as I saw he was sitting, completely naked, on his terrace. Again, I guess this could not be seen from the street due to his high fence, but it could certainly be seen from where I was. Now, I noticed that he was nicely tanned – all over. It was also difficult to ignore his dick (even if I had wanted to) – it was semi-erect, and looking very tempting. I still couldn’t know his age, but I could see that he was working out, his arms and feet were nice and strong. And he had a beautiful face, reminding me of Marcus Schenkenberg… I just nodded as a way of greeting him, and went back to the car to get on with my route again. And again, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. In particular, I wondered if he sat there because he wanted to be seen – and whether he had noticed that I had actually been looking for him in his living room. And above all, I knew that I needed to see him again…
On the third day, I was lucky. There was a large and heavy package for him – which I knew was too big for his mailbox. The routine in such cases was to put a note in the recipient’s mailbox with the information that the package should be collected at the post office. However, if I was in doubt, I was supposed to bring the package to check if it fitted in, so no one could actually blame me for bringing it to his house. And if he was there, at least I had my chance to talk to him. I didn’t know what would happen, but talking is always a start.
He was almost at the end of my route, and this day I decided to change the route a little to make him the very last one. I just hoped that he would still be outside – after all, it was another beautiful day. As I arrived there, I approached the mailbox, and saw that he was lying on his back on a sun bed. Again, he was semi-erect. He looked up when he heard me walking towards the mailbox, and I nodded. Then I said “There’s a package for you here – it’s too big for your mailbox.” I had hoped that he would come walking – naked – to the fence to get it, but instead he said something better, “Oh, thank you! Do you think you could bring it to the terrace?” Of course I wanted to do that, so I just said “Sure” and went to get it.
I don’t know exactly what I was thinking as I was carrying the package from the car to his house. I was certainly excited, but I didn’t know what the intentions of this guy were. I knew that he didn’t mind being naked in front of the postman, but what else didn’t he mind? And I knew that I looked good, being a sporty young man in my white shorts and a tight t-shirt. (I shed the post office uniform as soon as I got in my car – I couldn’t stand it as long as the weather was good.) But even if he fancied to have some fun – what pretext could I find for getting rid of my clothes, or he for approaching me? And would I really dare to do anything?
It turned out it was all much simpler than I had expected. As I approached the terrace where he was lying with his considerable cock pointing to the sky, I couldn’t stop my own cock from mimicking him – all the thoughts of what could possibly happen had made me hard. Thereby, I got a bulge that I couldn’t control. Of course, I could easily hide it as long as I was carrying the package, but I knew that as soon as I put it down, it would be very visible. (Not wearing underwear under these thin and loose shorts didn’t help, either.) This thought didn’t help, to put it mildly. When I finally got to the point of putting the package down, I was sporting a raging hard-on, and he must have spotted it immediately.
“Thank you for bringing that big package all the way to my terrace”, he said, and obviously I understood which package he meant. “Are you in a hurry, or could I offer you a beer as a way to thank you?” A beer couldn’t hurt, so I told him that his house was actually the last one on the route, and that I would be happy to have a beer with him. “Okay, I’ll get a cold beer inside”, he said, “and as you see, it’s perfectly possible to get an all-over-tan on this terrace, if you prefer that.” That invitation was very clear, and he had managed to make two innocent-sounding comments which still made his intentions clear. Now I had to make up my mind what to do, but I always tends to go for what feels right in the moment, as long as there is no imminent danger. So of course I started undressing the moment he went in to get the beer. Maybe two minutes later he was back with a beer for each of us, and by then, I was sitting naked in a chair. I had managed to concentrate on the periodic table (of chemistry) for about 20 seconds (one of my small tricks to think of other things than sex for a moment), which had been enough for my erection to shrink to a semi-erection. However, this didn’t last long.
“I’m happy that you’re not afraid of nudity”, he said, “I find that I’m never as happy as when I’m naked.” He opened the beers and offered me one. “Cheers to that,” I said. He asked me if I ever went to nude beaches, and I told him that I often went to the nude beach at Huk – but also just to nice lakes in the forests north of Sognsvann. He looked at me and said (I know it’s lame, but it worked): “You’re really a beautiful guy. You could be a model.” I laughed and said “Do you mean in porn?” He laughed as well, and said that I would certainly be a great porn model as well. Then he told me a story about how he had tried his luck in the porn business some ten years earlier. I don’t remember the details now, but I remember vividly how his story made my cock go back to its fully erect state. As he saw that, he hardened as well, and it was fascinating to hear stories from his short career in porn while looking at his tool of that trade.
Then he told me about the favourite scene he’d done: he was in a “sling” while four men where taking turns fucking him. I pretended to be ignorant, and asked “what’s a sling?”, without really knowing how he’d use this question. He said “Oh, I can show you – I have one in the basement. Do you want to see?” I said “Sure”, and down in the basement we went. He explained how it worked, but I had genuinely never seen a sling quite like that, and kept asking how it was possible to hang like that – wasn’t it uncomfortable? As I was asking these questions, I did understand where they would lead me, but I didn’t worry. Of course, he offered me to try, and soon, I was hanging helpless in this sling, still with a raging hard-on. “Actually, I can do what I want with you now”, he said, and I felt a bit uncertain. “I have two more questions for you now. If you want to leave, tell me now. If you want to play safe, tell me that. Otherwise, I’ll pretty much do what I want and you will only be set free when you say the word “postman”.” Again, I just had to think for a moment to know what I wanted. I had read about things like this, but it was amazing to me to be in such a situation so suddenly. Part of my brain told me that it would be safer just to get home, but I knew that I really wanted this. My cock told me as much. I told him that I understood, and that I wanted to play safe.
From this point on, my “master” was changed. He didn’t ask me anything anymore. He just did what he wanted. At first, he found a dildo and started to fuck me with that. He didn’t use any lube at first, so it hurt quite a lot, but at the same time, my erection just got harder. Then, as I got used to this dildo, he removed it for a little while, and that felt great. However, right afterwards, he held another dildo in front of my face. He smiled. This one was far thicker and far longer than anything that I had ever had in my arse, that’s for sure. This time he put on a lot of lube, but still it felt terrible as he was pushing it in. Now, he noticed that there was precum on my cock, and he leant over me to lick that off, before going on to work on the monster dildo. Of course, the sense of his tongue on my dick only worked as a little teaser, making me want him to suck me, but that was not what was on his agenda right now. He kept pushing the dildo in, and finally, it had gotten maybe halfway in. At that point, he secured it with some kind of wire system to the wires holding my arms, meaning that it could not get back out, only further in. Then he walked over to the other end of me – my head – and let me start sucking his dick. However, as he was steadily moving in and out of my mouth, the dildo was moving steadily in and out as well, making it feel as if I was gently fucked by a giant.
This lasted for a while, but then he went over again, released the dildo, and pulled it out. Then he put a condom on his dick and started to fuck me. Obviously, this now felt as a relief after the huge dildo, even though he was still pushing his long dick far into me. In my position, I couldn’t really do much, so I just hang there as he was fucking away – and he came after maybe ten minutes of this. I felt tired and sore, but this was not the end of it. Instead, he found the huge dildo again, and managed to put it back in. Now, however, he kept pushing it, rhythmically, with one hand, at the same time as he started to suck my rock-solid cock. The pain from the dildo was almost too much, but at the same time, it gave wonderful feelings which made me feel hornier and hornier. Then, I suddenly burst, and I shot a huge load – and kept shooting repeatedly. He didn’t withdraw, and kept “fucking” me with the dildo and kept sucking for at least a minute. Then he stopped, and then released my feet and finally my arms. I was so tired that I just sat down on the floor.
I kept delivering post to this address for the entire summer, and quite a few times I made sure his house was the last one on my list. Not too often, however, as it took me a couple of days to recover from every such session. And every time anyone asks me if being a postman wasn’t terribly boring, I just smile…
Friday, June 6, 2008
Sleeping naked on the beach
The weather in Oslo is great these days, so today, I went to a beach on one of Oslo's islands. I chose a beach which was not too crowdy, and found a deserted spot. The water was a bit cold, but okay. When I got back up, I wrapped a towel around me and removed my shorts and put it on a branch of a tree to dry - as always. (I HATE to wear wet shorts.) I just wanted to rest, so I lay down in the shadow of a tree and thought I might even have a little nap. I closed my eyes and rested.
I noticed, however, that every time I moved a leg or something, the towel loosened, so it didn't take long before part of the towel had moved to uncover my left hip. I didn't mind that, I just kept my eyes shut and tried to relax. A few minutes later, however, I heard footsteps - and then some whispering. "Is he asleep?" It was a man's voice. He obviously was with a friend, another voice answered "It seems he is". "We should be quiet - if he moves a bit in his sleep, I wonder what happens to the towel..." I heard that the two of them settled down not far from me. I just seemed to have gotten an audience!
I didn't know what to do about this - any too obvious motion would break the illusion of my sleep. I moved my leg a little, but it didn't really have much of an effect. I realized that there was not much I could do to make the towel go away, but I could bend my right knee a little to create a little opening, at least. I waited for two or three minutes before actually doing it, and it did indeed have the intended effect. There was a tiny breeze, and now I felt it caressing my dick. And I heard one of the men (by now, I was guessing their age to be about 20) whisper "I think you can actually see his cock now, if you're in the right position". The other guy denied this, which meant that they had to end the debate by actually checking it out. I heard them moving, and then "Yes, you're right!" By this point, I had to struggle to keep my cock from springing into full erection immediately - which would probably have tipped them off. I was very lucky to have gotten two viewers who were obviously as interested in this kind of public, "involuntary" nudity as I am.
I still didn't know how to move to give them an even better look, but I didn't have to bother, as suddenly one of them whispered "I don't think the towel will actually move much more by itself." "What do you mean by itself? You don't think of..." "Well, it doesn't look like he's gonna wake up, does it?" By now, blood was moving to my dick quite rapidly, and I thought of all kinds of boring things to keep it at least semi-erect for a moment more. Then I heard and felt that one of them moved closer, and then the towel started to move. Apparently, he had grasped the part of the towel that was on the ground, and was - very slowly - pulling it off me. The other guy whispered "Jon", in a pleading voice, but the guy who was clearly Jon didn't mind him. I kept absolutely still, and Jon pulled the towel off me completely. I managed to keep breathing slowly and regularly, but couldn't any more keep control of my dick, which was now in full bloom. The guy not called Jon whispered "Shit!" Jon had now moved back to his friend, and whispered back "I guess the breeze made his dick hard. Sexy, isn't it? I wonder how he'll react when he wakes up?"
I didn't plan to wake up any time soon, though. I loved being naked like this, with a raging hard-on, with two guys following my every move, and without knowing if more people would turn up any time. And as if that wasn't enough, Jon went on "You have your cell phone? - I want to remember this..." And suddenly the list of reasons for being hard got even longer - I now knew that Jon was taking my photo as well...
I don't know where this could have ended - for a moment the two of them were actually arguing whether I would wake up or not if they touched my dick. However, suddenly Jon said "Someone's coming", and obviously decided against trying to touch me. His voice was so loud this time, that I took it as an excuse to "wake up". I woke up slowly, rubbed my eyes, noticed that my cock was in plain sight for everyone and then - very calmly, moved the towel to cover my hard-on. Only after being properly covered up did I let my eyes wander across the beach, and saw two great-looking guys trying desperately to pretend that they hadn't noticed me at all. But then I sat up, and as they was sitting right in front of me, they couldn't help looking up my towel to see if I was still hard. I was.
By this time there was a straight couple next to us, so I expected everything to be over. However, when the guys were finished swimming, and Jon was changing out of his wet shorts with a towel wrapped around him, his "friend" quickly pulled it off him, and I got a very nice view of a great, semi-erect cock. Jon sweared and was embarrassed, but I'm quite sure his friend's response was a quiet "You deserve it".
I noticed, however, that every time I moved a leg or something, the towel loosened, so it didn't take long before part of the towel had moved to uncover my left hip. I didn't mind that, I just kept my eyes shut and tried to relax. A few minutes later, however, I heard footsteps - and then some whispering. "Is he asleep?" It was a man's voice. He obviously was with a friend, another voice answered "It seems he is". "We should be quiet - if he moves a bit in his sleep, I wonder what happens to the towel..." I heard that the two of them settled down not far from me. I just seemed to have gotten an audience!
I didn't know what to do about this - any too obvious motion would break the illusion of my sleep. I moved my leg a little, but it didn't really have much of an effect. I realized that there was not much I could do to make the towel go away, but I could bend my right knee a little to create a little opening, at least. I waited for two or three minutes before actually doing it, and it did indeed have the intended effect. There was a tiny breeze, and now I felt it caressing my dick. And I heard one of the men (by now, I was guessing their age to be about 20) whisper "I think you can actually see his cock now, if you're in the right position". The other guy denied this, which meant that they had to end the debate by actually checking it out. I heard them moving, and then "Yes, you're right!" By this point, I had to struggle to keep my cock from springing into full erection immediately - which would probably have tipped them off. I was very lucky to have gotten two viewers who were obviously as interested in this kind of public, "involuntary" nudity as I am.
I still didn't know how to move to give them an even better look, but I didn't have to bother, as suddenly one of them whispered "I don't think the towel will actually move much more by itself." "What do you mean by itself? You don't think of..." "Well, it doesn't look like he's gonna wake up, does it?" By now, blood was moving to my dick quite rapidly, and I thought of all kinds of boring things to keep it at least semi-erect for a moment more. Then I heard and felt that one of them moved closer, and then the towel started to move. Apparently, he had grasped the part of the towel that was on the ground, and was - very slowly - pulling it off me. The other guy whispered "Jon", in a pleading voice, but the guy who was clearly Jon didn't mind him. I kept absolutely still, and Jon pulled the towel off me completely. I managed to keep breathing slowly and regularly, but couldn't any more keep control of my dick, which was now in full bloom. The guy not called Jon whispered "Shit!" Jon had now moved back to his friend, and whispered back "I guess the breeze made his dick hard. Sexy, isn't it? I wonder how he'll react when he wakes up?"
I didn't plan to wake up any time soon, though. I loved being naked like this, with a raging hard-on, with two guys following my every move, and without knowing if more people would turn up any time. And as if that wasn't enough, Jon went on "You have your cell phone? - I want to remember this..." And suddenly the list of reasons for being hard got even longer - I now knew that Jon was taking my photo as well...
I don't know where this could have ended - for a moment the two of them were actually arguing whether I would wake up or not if they touched my dick. However, suddenly Jon said "Someone's coming", and obviously decided against trying to touch me. His voice was so loud this time, that I took it as an excuse to "wake up". I woke up slowly, rubbed my eyes, noticed that my cock was in plain sight for everyone and then - very calmly, moved the towel to cover my hard-on. Only after being properly covered up did I let my eyes wander across the beach, and saw two great-looking guys trying desperately to pretend that they hadn't noticed me at all. But then I sat up, and as they was sitting right in front of me, they couldn't help looking up my towel to see if I was still hard. I was.
By this time there was a straight couple next to us, so I expected everything to be over. However, when the guys were finished swimming, and Jon was changing out of his wet shorts with a towel wrapped around him, his "friend" quickly pulled it off him, and I got a very nice view of a great, semi-erect cock. Jon sweared and was embarrassed, but I'm quite sure his friend's response was a quiet "You deserve it".
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
The naked neighbour
When I finished high school and was to go on to university, I desperately wanted to move out from my parents' place, so already in June I got a little room in a big house in the "nice" part of Oslo - the western part near Holmenkollen. The house was really great, with a huge, secluded garden. My room was overlooking the garden, but the view was all it had - it was really small, with barely place for my bed and a little table. And it had a separate entrance - from the back, the garden was off limits to me. Supposedly, it used to be a room for servants or something...
I soon found out that having a view was quite nice, however. One sunny Sunday afternoon when I got back to my room after some trip or something, I happened to glance out of the window, and saw the son of the house. I didn't know him, but knew he was about my age (19, I think), and he was sitting in a chair on the balcony. What caught my eye was how he was dressed, however: he was naked. I remember being told that he was a sporty guy, and that showed quite clearly now - he had a well-defined chest and muscly arms and feet. And he was well endowed - his limp dick was already maybe 15 cm long. I also noticed that he didn't have tan lines, and I concluded that he must be using his balcony this way quite often. Very interesting...
He had been sitting there looking at the garden, but for a moment I felt that he had seen me in the corner of his eyes. He didn't react, however, so I assumed I'd been mistaken. But then I started wondering, because I saw that his dick was growing slowly. Did he know that I was standing there? And did he like it?
Well, nothing could take me away from the window now. He had stopped looking at the garden, and was looking at his wonderful cock instead. Then he adjusted his chair a little so that he could lie back. At the same time he must have turned it a little bit, because now, when he was looking at his cock, he was looking in my direction. In just an unnoticeable glimpse of his eyes, he could now see me if he wanted.
I moved away from the window for a tiny moment, just to remove my clothes. I was already hard, of course, but when I got back to the window and saw that he had started jerking off, I got even more turned on. He had spread his legs, and was working his big cock rhythmically, looking straight at his own dick - but it felt like he was looking straight into my eyes. I started taking care of my own dick while watching this athletic guy train hard in the wonderful garden right outside my window. He was obviously bursting with exhibitionistic joy, and was playing his nipples and his wonderful chest with his left hand while his right was throwing his dick up and down. I could see the muscles in his arms and his legs doing their best. Finally, he couldn't hold back any more, and I saw his cum pouring out - all over his flat stomach and on the chair. This was more than I could take, so I came violently. I had almost been leaning at the window, and now my sperm flew at the window and slowly moved down, leaving a clear message.
The sun soon went from the balcony, and my neighbour went inside. I realized I was in a hurry, because I had invited a friend over for dinner. I had a quick shower, prepared the meal, and then he arrived. As he entered my room, he held up a note: "This note was outside your door. It says: 'My parents will be gone for three weeks. Feel free to use the garden during that time - there is room for both of us. Jens.' Isn't that great?" I nodded as he gave me the note. Then I saw there was a little more: "PS. You should clean your window." Almost before reading it, I rushed to the window and managed to remove most of the evidence before my friend even knew what was happening...
The next three weeks were nice as well, but deserves their own postings...
I soon found out that having a view was quite nice, however. One sunny Sunday afternoon when I got back to my room after some trip or something, I happened to glance out of the window, and saw the son of the house. I didn't know him, but knew he was about my age (19, I think), and he was sitting in a chair on the balcony. What caught my eye was how he was dressed, however: he was naked. I remember being told that he was a sporty guy, and that showed quite clearly now - he had a well-defined chest and muscly arms and feet. And he was well endowed - his limp dick was already maybe 15 cm long. I also noticed that he didn't have tan lines, and I concluded that he must be using his balcony this way quite often. Very interesting...
He had been sitting there looking at the garden, but for a moment I felt that he had seen me in the corner of his eyes. He didn't react, however, so I assumed I'd been mistaken. But then I started wondering, because I saw that his dick was growing slowly. Did he know that I was standing there? And did he like it?
Well, nothing could take me away from the window now. He had stopped looking at the garden, and was looking at his wonderful cock instead. Then he adjusted his chair a little so that he could lie back. At the same time he must have turned it a little bit, because now, when he was looking at his cock, he was looking in my direction. In just an unnoticeable glimpse of his eyes, he could now see me if he wanted.
I moved away from the window for a tiny moment, just to remove my clothes. I was already hard, of course, but when I got back to the window and saw that he had started jerking off, I got even more turned on. He had spread his legs, and was working his big cock rhythmically, looking straight at his own dick - but it felt like he was looking straight into my eyes. I started taking care of my own dick while watching this athletic guy train hard in the wonderful garden right outside my window. He was obviously bursting with exhibitionistic joy, and was playing his nipples and his wonderful chest with his left hand while his right was throwing his dick up and down. I could see the muscles in his arms and his legs doing their best. Finally, he couldn't hold back any more, and I saw his cum pouring out - all over his flat stomach and on the chair. This was more than I could take, so I came violently. I had almost been leaning at the window, and now my sperm flew at the window and slowly moved down, leaving a clear message.
The sun soon went from the balcony, and my neighbour went inside. I realized I was in a hurry, because I had invited a friend over for dinner. I had a quick shower, prepared the meal, and then he arrived. As he entered my room, he held up a note: "This note was outside your door. It says: 'My parents will be gone for three weeks. Feel free to use the garden during that time - there is room for both of us. Jens.' Isn't that great?" I nodded as he gave me the note. Then I saw there was a little more: "PS. You should clean your window." Almost before reading it, I rushed to the window and managed to remove most of the evidence before my friend even knew what was happening...
The next three weeks were nice as well, but deserves their own postings...
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