Favorite blogs part 1

Here are my favorite (sex) blogs. To create some suspense, I'll divide it into two postings... :-)

6. JACK OFF MATERIAL 2
7. Runksidan Blogg
8. Sizing Up
9. exhibitionist
10. Boy Oh Boi

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?)

Naked in the school's swimming pool

I know I've been bad. I haven't written anything here in weeks (months?). That's breaking rule number one for blogs: never leave it inactive.

I was reminded of my blog just this weekend when I (surprisingly) met a classmate from school at a café in Oslo. I didn't really spend so much time with him when we were in school, but he was nice enough, and when he approached my table, of course I was happy to talk to him. It turned out that he has been reading my blog for a while, and he liked what he read. He also had a story to tell me from when we were in school together, which was interesting. I asked him if I could retell it here, and he agreed, but asked me not to use his real name. So I'll call him Robert.

We were in the last year of high school at the time this happened (about 18 years old), and he had had fantasies for a long time about swimming naked in the swimming pool in school. I may have mentioned earlier that the swimming pool had doors both to the boys' showers and the girls' showers, as well as a door (only for teachers or for emergencies) leading straight into the schoolyard. So as he started to fantasize about this, he found the idea irresistible - it was such a sexy and risky idea.

In this grade, we had our swimming class in the period before the lunch break, so he figured out that he could stay behind and have the time to have a quick swim in the nude and still be out before the girls from 2nd grade would appear for their swimming class. So one day in November, he took his chances. When the teacher told everyone to get out of the water and have their showers, Robert went to the toilet. By the time he got out of there, the rest of the guys were about to finish their showers. Robert started showering as everybody else went out. He took his time, and finally he could hear that it had gotten quiet in the locker room outside. So he opened the door to the swimming pool. Nobody there, of course. Then he took a few, nervous steps into the swimming pool area. He told me that he could still remember the feeling very vividly - being naked in such a huge space, knowing that a door could open at any time, made his heart beat wildly. He walked towards the pool and dived in. The sensation of the water drifting by his body was wonderful.

He crawled quickly to the other side of the pool and then back. He considered getting back up, but knew that he had at least twenty more minutes before the next class would appear. So he swam across once more. His body was getting used to the temperature and his cock had started to swell because of the situation.

As he was getting halfway back again, he heard a noise. By this time he had turned to backstrokes, so he had to turn to see what caused the noise. In the door to the boys' showers, the gym teacher had appeared. He looked bemused. Robert was totally unsure what would happen. But the just closed the door and left, and Robert was alone again. He didn't want to push his luck any more, so after waiting for just one or two minutes, he went up. However, when he got back into the showers, the excitement came back to him, and he jerked off in the shower.

The teacher never mentioned it to anyone, apparently, but Robert got a surprisingly good grade in swimming, maybe attributable to his show of extra enthusiasm.

Robert said that he told me this story to show me that there were even more people in the class than I knew that had these experiences. To me, the story was very vivid as I know the pool and the teacher and the student, and its a wonderful and innocent exploration of exhibitionism.

After telling the story, Robert had to leave in a hurry (there was some meeting he was missing or something), but if you're still reading this blog: maybe we could pick it up sometime? A nice trip to a beach would be a good idea some time...

Nude modelling

In my summer resolutions, I wrote that "From time to time, amateur photographers ask me to model for them. This summer, I'll say "yes" to outdoor nude shots at least three times."

In the end, I ended up modelling for four different amateur photographers. The photo shoots all went very well, and as it seems to be difficult for amateur photographers to find men that are willing to pose in the nude outdoors, I keep getting more requests from these photographers' friends.

But now that the instant thrill of being naked outdoors and being photographed is gone, I start getting second thoughts. As usual, it's about what will happen to the photographs. The understanding with the photographers was that the photographs will not be published in any form or at any time. But is it hopelessly naive of me to believe that they will never be published? Will I dare to keep being photographed based on such gentlemen's agreements?

I'm also realizing that the number of people who could see the photos need not be small even if the photographer does not *publish* them. Already, my friend James has told me that one of the photographers has put one of the photos of me in a frame and has it "on display" in his bedroom. James was there to be photographed himself (after a tip from me), so of course that's all right, but should I worry?

At the moment, I feel that I'm facing a stark choice: on the one hand, I feel that I should stop modelling, because I really do not want my co-workers and customers to see nude photos of me with a hard-on on some web site. On the other hand, I feel that I should just as well just forget those inhibitions and drop the no-publishing clause. After all, people should respect that I have an unusual hobby, shouldn't they?

Well, I'll keep thinking. And don't hold your breath waiting to see the photos published here...

The Kristiansand beach

Tremendi has asked me "What happened with your summer resolutions? We would like to hear about your experiences of wearing that skimpy/see-thru/mesh swimwear and stories from all the other resolutions you said you were going to do over the summer. How about another set of resolutions for the winter months?"

He's referring, of course, to my summer resolutions post in May. Thanks for trying to shake me out of my lazyness...

First of all: I've had a great summer, with plenty of things to write about, I guess, but now it's getting cold and we will soon have snow and I'll have to get back into the habit of blogging and communicating with people online if I'm not going to hibernate through winter...

Well, let me tell you about a little trip I had to Kristiansand this summer. Kristiansand is a city in the very south of Norway, and I went there to visit a cousin who I hadn't seen in a few years. Kristiansand has a nice (but crowdy) beach right in the middle of town, "Bystranda", so I knew that we would end up there. Therefore, I made an effort to choose suitable swimwear before leaving Oslo. Skimpy or mesh swimwear would not do there, I supposed, so I went for the see-through kind. I have several suitable ones in my "collection". One of the simplest ones is really just a white soccer shorts, except that I've removed the mesh inner brief that were included. I also have a pair of light blue briefs that also get semi-transparent when wet.

I arrived in Kristiansand in the early afternoon, and Pål (my cousin) soon asked if we should go to the beach to relax. Of course I agreed, put my white shorts and a towel in a bag and went off with him. As we got to the beach it was completely crowded, but we did find a few square feet to lie down on. We changed into our swimwear and ran into the water.

After playing around for a little there, Pål headed back towards the shore. I followed him. I couldn't get my mind from the fact that my shorts got almost completely transparent when wet, so I got a little semi-erect even on the way to our place. Then I lay down on my back and closed my eyes. I heard some girls to my right giggle, I could only guess about what. Pål had gotten surprisingly silent. I waited for a few more seconds, but had to see what was going on. I opened my eyes - and caught him staring at my transparent shorts. Moreover, I could see that he was getting a bulge himself. He quickly turned around.

After a while he had obviously gotten control of his dick again, so he turned around again. By this time, the shorts was almost completely dry, and there was not much to be seen. I had to hide a grin when he asked if we should go for another quick swim.

Actually, the whole thing went a lot smoother than I had expected. He obviously was turned on by my public "nudity", and the simple fact that he was turned on made it impossible for him to point out that my shorts were transparent. So I could keep pretending not to know. The next time we went out of the water, two teenage boys a few feet away were staring at me, and I stared back. They looked lovely, and I wished they were the ones wearing something transparent. But being watched by them was also a turn-on. I lay down on my stomach this time.

We stayed at the beach until after sundown, and by the time we were heading home, the beach was almost deserted - the boys from before were among the few people left. I decided to put on an extra show in their honor. So I turned in their direction, pretending to be looking at the town, wrapped my towel around me, removed my shorts and then "lost" the towel as I was picking up my briefs. Instead of grabbing my towel, I let it stay on the ground and quietly put on my brief - knowing that they were attentively watching every second my cock was free.

As we got back to the apartment at night, Pål made up the "bed" for me on the couch. We said good night to each other, and I started to undress. He stayed in the doorway looking at me as I pulled the t-shirt over my head, and he kept staying there as I pulled off my shorts. I had only my briefs left, and he was still hanging around. So I pulled off my briefs as well, and lay down on my back on top of the blanket. He said a soft "good night" and I heard the door shut.

(I guess I should write another post about what happened in the morning - in this post I wanted to concentrate on the beach part of the story...)

The photographer

Right at the start of the summer, I went to the movies with a friend of mine (Tom) and another one of his friends. As we chatted after the movie, he mentioned that he wanted to be a photographer. "Actually, I'd like to learn to be a nude photographer," he said, "but there aren't many eager models". Tom looked at me and said "Well, Jo is a naturist, so I'm sure he wouldn't mind modelling?"

The "photographer" told me that that would have been great, as he was just starting out and wanted someone to experiment with. He didn't want to publish them or anything, he just wanted to work on his technique, lighting etc. So eventually, I agreed.

We decided that I would come over to his place the next weekend. He had a small apartment, but was obviously serious about his photography, as the equipment filled almost every space. We chatted a little at first, and he told me that he didn't really have much planned, he just wanted to see what he could do instinctively. So I undressed, and he started to take photos. As you know, I love being at the center of attention, and we had fun for a while.

It was getting hot in his tiny apartment with all the lamps on, so after a while, he threw away his shirt. I joked and said that I hoped he would undress further, but he didn't answer. Instead he said just "Could you get a hard-on?" I looked at him questioningly, but the only answer was a click from the camera. So I put a hand on my cock and touched it gently as my cock stiffened. He smiled - and took more photos. I removed my hand from my cock, but then he ordered me: "Keep jerking off!" So I went on jerking off, looking straight into the camera.

Once in a while, he went over to adjust a lamp or move it from one place to another, so I didn't actually jerk off for more than two or three minutes at a time. But in all, it took quite a long time. Every time I would think that I might be approaching something, he got occupied by something else for a minute, and I had to wait. Then it took a few minutes to get anywhere.

"Lie down on the bed", he ordered, and I got down on my back and kept jerking. Now I knew I would be coming, and I looked into his lense as I raised my hip up into the air, and he was clicking frantically as the cum splurted out over my stomach. Then, when it was over, he said: "Stay put! I'm not finished". Again, he quickly adjusted all his lamps, then got down on his knees next to me to shoot close-ups of my dick and the sperm covering me.

Then, as he had shot what he wanted, he pointed me to the bathroom and said that I could have a shower if I wanted. He himself went straight over to his computer to start transferring the photos from the camera. I had a quick shower, and then said goodbye and went back home.

And the strange thing is I haven't heard from him since. It was an interesting experience - it seems he was actually genuinely interested in the technical challenge of capturing the whole thing on film, and not as interested in the actual sex. While he never suggested that there would be anything else, I was still a bit surprised that he would show so little interest in me as a human being...

And then - as always when I'm photographed in the nude - I wonder whether the photos are safe or if they will somehow find their way online. So far, I haven't even seen them myself, so I guess he's keeping them to himself...

London sauna

Kelly has asked me when I will update you on my adventures this summer.

Well, it's been busy, and it still is, so I'm not sure when I will get into a good habit of updating my blog more often.

This summer, I've been a trip to London, and that was great. One night, I decided to go to a gay sauna, and I chose Chariots Shoreditch. I don't often go to saunas, mostly because I don't like the feeling of paying to get naked and have sex. London doesn't really have a lot of nudist places, though, so a sauna seemed like the right place to go.

I'm used to being the youngest guy in the room when I go to saunas - and I quite like that. That usually ensures that I will get some attention. I also tend to be carrying my towel over my shoulder instead of covering my cock with it. I really don't see the point of covering up at a gay sauna. I know some saunas have theoretical rules stipulating that you should keep the towels on (in the most public areas), but I've never had anyone complain. I've had people staring, though.

I started out in one of the jacuzzis, where two guys were already sitting. They were not particularly slow - I could feel a hand on my cock after maybe 20 seconds in the water. Of course, my cock got erect quite soon, but I thought it would be quite silly to be jerked off already, so I got up and went to the steam room for a few minutes. As I entered the sauna (which was not particularly hot, by the way), I got the attention of three of the men. Two of them must have been in their early thirties, while the third may have been in his mid-forties. Not bad-looking, any of them. They were looking quite interestingly at my erect cock.

You know how I feel when people stare at me, so obviously I couldn't help starting to jerk off a little. I was looking around the steam room. In the back, a guy was sucking another one. Otherwise, there was no action. Then a guy in his late twenties entered the steam room, saw me sitting there and immediately sat down right next to me. He seemed a bit perplexed, but I just kept jerking off, and with my left hand, I loosened his towel. He was a good-looking guy with a great, "normal" body and a cock quickly stiffening. I took hold of it with my left hand, and soon he took over my cock with his right hand. So now we were sitting there jerking each other off, with three people watching. That's what I like...

We went at it for maybe ten minutes, but then we both came and shot big loads onto the floor. The guys watching us had started jerking off themselves, but instead of watching that, I joined my new friend when he headed for the showers, and we soaped each other in.

I stayed at the sauna for maybe two hours more, mostly just resting in the jacuzzi, watching others having fun - as well as watching others watching me. A sauna is great fun at times - especially when there are no real alternatives...