One hot afternoon last summer, I was on my way to take the boat to Langøyene (one of the islands in the Oslo fjord) when I noticed a confused tourist with a huge backpack. He was looking at a map, but didn't seem to know where he was. I do tend to try to help people in need, but especially when they are hot, sexy Spanish men. Think of Enrique Iglesias, and you got the picture. He was dark, charming and lost.
He saw that I was prepared to help, and asked "Do you know a beach somewhere?" I said that I was about to go to the beach and that he could just follow me. He was very happy about this solution, and we started talking as we walked down to the pier where the Langøyene boat leaves. His name was Leocadio ("but call me Leo"). He seemed a bit surprised that we were going by boat, but didn't seem to worry. Soon, we were on the boat, heading for the island.
I looked at the time table, and realized that it was already a bit late - I would only have two hours on the island before the last boat back to Oslo. Well, at least I would find out if Leo was prone to naturism first. So we just kept chatting, and at some point I asked where he stayed when in Oslo. "Well, I don't know yet," he said, "I have a tiny tent here. Isn't there a camping place called Ekeberg?" I told him there was, and pointed at the Ekeberg hill on the east side of the city we were now leaving. "I'll show you later", I lied.
So, when we got to the island, I obviously went off to the naturist area. Again, Leo seemed surprised. "Oh, you like to swim in the nude?" he asked. "Yes, it feels better," I said. "But do you have to be naked here?" he asked, and I assured him that it was perfectly okay to use swimwear if he wanted to. We found a nice spot, and put down our things. The beach was already getting a bit quieter, as people were heading home, so there were only about 15-20 people to see - mostly men, actually. I started undressing, and he did as well. He took off his shirt, and I saw his defined chest with beautiful, brown nipples. He wasn't exactly thin - he had a tiny stomach that fashion magazines would have retouched away, but which I found rather charming. Then he removed his shorts, but that didn't really reveal too much - he had some blue briefs underneath. At this point, he wrapped his towel around himself and changed into some yellow speedos. I was amazed - the speedos seemed to accentuate his dick, there was a very considerable bulge, and I couldn't help commenting: "Why do you use swimwear, really? Don't you think they reveal almost as much as being nude?" He laughed, and just said "They leave a little to the imagination, and that's important."
I had been so busy looking at his body that I hadn't really noticed if he had been looking at mine. Now, he was in his speedo and I was naked, so it was time for a swim. The water was great, so we spent quite a lot of time in the water, with breaks on the beach in between. I absolutely hate wearing swimwear on the beach, as it never seems to get dry, but I managed to avoid telling Leo this - I didn't want to seem too eager to have him undress. So instead, we just talked about everything else - what to do in Oslo as a tourist, for instance, and didn't mind that time was running.
In the end, he decided that we should maybe head back to the boat. I agreed, and started to dry off. He was about to redo the towel routine, but suddenly decided against it - he must have seen that it was a bit strange to be that shy at a nude beach. So he just let the speedo fall to the ground, and I had a long, hard look at his dick while he was using his towel to dry off. Then we both got into our clothes and went back to the boat.
On the way to the boat, I asked him what time it was, and when he told me the time, I said "Oh, fuck! Maybe we're too late?" He looked at me in disbelief, but when we got to the time table, we could both conclude that the next boat would not arrive until the early morning. I said (convincingly, I think) "I'm very sorry - I lost track of time and forgot to check the time table on the way over here..." He seemed confused: "But... there are other people here still. Have everybody lost the last boat?" "No," I explained, "they are probably camping for the night". Then I told him that it was perfectly all right to put up a tent on this island. And ultimately, he made the offer that I had been hoping for all the time: "Well, I guess we could share my tent."
He was, as I've already said, carrying a lot of luggage. His tent was tiny, it appeared it was only about 1m times 2m. He also had a sleeping bag and a some rolled-up mattress of sorts. We set up the tent, and tried to figure out how to arrange things. "Well, it's too hot to use the sleeping bag anyway, so you could lie on that", he said. Okay - I would be sleeping next to this gorgeous Spanish man, who would not be covered by the sleeping bag. I knew there wouldn't be much sleep - if he was asleep, I would be awake and full of frustration... Or maybe...
Again, it was time for some undressing. While he was arranging his backpack, I started to remove my shirt and then my shorts. Then I lay down in the tent on his sleeping bag. "Oh, so you're sleeping with underwear on?" he asked. "I do it the other way round - I use swimwear on the beach but skip the underwear at night". He laughed. I was still all confused - I didn't know if he was just being friendly and funny or if he was playing the same game I tried to play. Anyway, I had to say that "Well, I don't usually..." and threw my briefs into a corner as well. Now, I had the clear impression that he was watching me carefully.
He soon got naked, and tried to close the "door" of the tent. But he maintained that it would be too hot to have it closed, so he left the door open. The idea of being naked with Leo was already turning me on, the idea of being naked with him with an opening to the world turned me on even more. I couldn't help the cock getting semi-erect. He was laying next to me now, only 20 cm away, and he said "I'll have to keep very still tonight, otherwise I'll disturb you...", and demonstrated by moving his hand in my direction. It reached my dick. Of course, my dick reacted to this, and he took that as a signal to continue. His hand started to move carefully up and down. It didn't take many seconds before I was fully erect, and he decided to switch position. He kneeled next to me, and slowly bent down, until his head was only an inch from my hard-on. Then he started licking my dick - starting with the balls (where I'm ticklish!), then moving up the shaft, and finally got to the head. Having finished this part, he slowly let the dick enter his mouth. Then, still slowly, he started sucking me. He was a master at this - using his tongue to caress my head and varying the suction so that I never knew what sensation would hit me next. And better still: from my position I could see that he had also gotten erect - and through the door of the tent I could see some people - maybe 50 metres away.
I thought I was going to come, but suddenly he reached over for his backpack, and produced a condom and a pack of lube. "I want you to fuck me", he whispered. I just nodded, and lay still while he rolled the condom on my still-erect cock. Then he let some drops of lube lubricate the condom, and also put some on a finger to help ease the entrance. He switched position again, and sat down - very carefully - on top of my cock. At first, he was very careful, and I didn't move at all, but it didn't take long until he was very comfortable, and I could start moving my hips to contribute in the rhythm. His anus was warm and tight, and I tried to thrust as deep as I could. He started to moan - in pain, maybe, but his smile showed me that he was having a hell of a good time.
Again, I almost came, but he had other ideas, and turned over to do it doggy style. I entered him from behind and kept fucking him. We were now both looking out of the tent, and saw the beach not far away. Again, I realized that we were fucking like crazy in a tent with lots of people around - we had no idea where the nearest guy might be. With that thought in mind, I came.
I withdrew from him, and removed the condom carefully. "Let's have another swim to clean you up!" he said, and I couldn't argue with him, even though I was already exhausted. He ran off, and I ran after him, naked, still semi-hard, and probably with cum dripping from my dick... It was quite dark by now, though, so I guess we were pretty safe. Leo ran right into the water, and I followed. But when he had the water only to his knees, he stopped and waited for me. His tempting dick was hard, and I moved on instinct: I sat down on my knees and tasted his cock.
He was huge! And hard as stone. I'm usually quite good at taking the whole length, but I really had to struggle here. However, he seemed to like feeling his cock hitting the back of my mouth. I tried to use every trick I had to keep him from coming too soon, but I guess the circumstances made it hard for him to avoid coming. He tried to avoid coming in my mouth, which resulted in second half his load landing in my face and on my chest. The cum tasted salty and warm. I didn't want this to end - and I didn't want him to feel bad for coming in my mouth, so I carefully put his dick back in my mouth for a moment and let my tongue lick him. I could only do this for a few seconds, however - soon, he was too sensitive to do this.
We did swim a bit more before going back to the tent. Then we went back to the tent and kept talking for an hour or two. Then we fell asleep, and woke up in the morning when the sun was shining in through the "door". I saw a guy a few metres away who looked interested in the direction of the tent. I decided it was time to shut the door, and then concentrated on Leo again. Apparently, he liked to wake up in a tent on a beach, with a Norwegian guy kissing his dick...
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
A weekend with Teaser
Even though I'm a big fan of nudity, it's strange how I can be turned on by seeing men who are not entirely naked. Which makes me think of a weekend a couple of years ago when I was going to a student meeting with a friend, Pål. ("Pål" is pronounced just like Paul, by the way.)
I'd had a crush on Pål for a while and had a clear impression that he had been interested in me as well, so I was very intrigued when a meeting in student politics came up that would take the two of us to a city down south for the weekend. The meeting would be starting on Friday evening, so we went off from Oslo in the morning to have plenty of time. He had borrowed a car and picked me up outside the student house, and soon we were heading south on the motorway. He was his usual charming self.
The drive went smoothly, so I realized that we would be arriving a few hours early. Moreover, it was a very hot day. So I looked at the map, and suggested that we stop for a little while wherever we could find an opportunity to jump into the ocean. He agreed, and soon we found a little, nice spot. There were nobody around, and I thought I could set the tune by undressing completely. That didn't work at all - he took off almost all his clothes, revealing a great body, but left his nice, white boxers on. Then we jumped into the sea and swam a little. The water was very refreshing, talking about this and that, just as we had been doing in the car. He didn't seem to mind that I was naked, neither did he comment on him not wanting to be naked.
Afterwards, we sat on the cliffs for a little while. I was surprised to find that I was very turned on by the situation. Of course, I had been naked with other guys in such situations a lot of times, but this was different. It was the strange (and great) feeling to be the only one naked, but also the obvious turn-on of seeing this athletic guy very nearly naked. Obviously, his white boxer shorts were now dripping wet, and I could see his quite conspicuous dick clinging to the see-thru fabric. I could hardly take my eyes away from it - and I guess Pål realized as much. However, nothing he said or did suggested that he minded. Quite to the contrary, it seemed (although this might be my wishful thinking) that he turned in my direction to give me a better look, and that it also grew a little.
I thought that I would catch a glimpse of him when he was changing into something else to get back in the car, but surprisingly, he produced a towel from the back seat, and carefully wrapped it around him as he removed the wet boxer. However, he did not put back on his trousers, but decided on a pair of khaki shorts. I couldn't help noticing that he didn't put any underwear underneath it...
So, for the rest of the car drive, I was looking, as discreet as possible, at the bulge in his khaki shorts, while trying to talk about student politics...
We arrived at the hotel in time for the meeting, and didn't really see each other again until we met in the hotel room in the late evening. As in all such meetings, it got quite late before the drinking ended, so both of us were a bit drunk. Or so I thought. It seemed, anyway, that he was intent on keeping me unsatisfied - he went into the bathroom fully clothed, and came back out wearing a pyjamas. Actually, although being a pyjamas set, it was more like a simple t-shirt and a tight boxer. So again, I could see quite clearly the size of the thing I couldn't see... Not completely giving up on my chance of setting an example, I demonstratively removed all my clothes and went to bed naked.
I had a hard time falling asleep, being - again - turned on, but also a bit frustrated. I couldn't help thinking of the bulge in the pyjamas next to me in bed. Finally, I fell asleep, and didn't wake up until Pål awoke me. He said that he was going down for breakfast, and that I should hurry if I was to have breakfast before the meeting. Only after he was out of the door, did I realize that I had been sporting a hard-on when he awoke me. Hm, he really got to see everything, and I got to see nothing - and there was nothing to be done about it...
Again, it was a day full of meetings, and then eating and drinking in the evening. I saw that Pål left for the hotel room around midnight, but I didn't really care, because there was obviously no fun to be had there. So I stayed up for a couple of more hours, and then went to the hotel room. I was very quiet to be sure not to wake him up, but couldn't help noticing that he still had his pyjamas on. And I could see the bulge.
In the morning, his alarm went off. Okay, another day of meetings. I looked at his bed, where he was slowly waking up. I looked at his bulge which was bigger than ever, and realized that I was having a hard-on. He slowly focused on me, and then, carefully, moved his tight boxer downwards, suddenly revealing a huge boner. He was looking at me, and it was obvious that he wanted me to come over to the bed. That morning, instead of meetings, I got to know his dick very well. And there was no doubt that the way he had been torturing me, had made me even hungrier for him. Indeed, this was the start of a passionate relationship, in which tearing a wet boxer off his erect cock became an important part...
I'd had a crush on Pål for a while and had a clear impression that he had been interested in me as well, so I was very intrigued when a meeting in student politics came up that would take the two of us to a city down south for the weekend. The meeting would be starting on Friday evening, so we went off from Oslo in the morning to have plenty of time. He had borrowed a car and picked me up outside the student house, and soon we were heading south on the motorway. He was his usual charming self.
The drive went smoothly, so I realized that we would be arriving a few hours early. Moreover, it was a very hot day. So I looked at the map, and suggested that we stop for a little while wherever we could find an opportunity to jump into the ocean. He agreed, and soon we found a little, nice spot. There were nobody around, and I thought I could set the tune by undressing completely. That didn't work at all - he took off almost all his clothes, revealing a great body, but left his nice, white boxers on. Then we jumped into the sea and swam a little. The water was very refreshing, talking about this and that, just as we had been doing in the car. He didn't seem to mind that I was naked, neither did he comment on him not wanting to be naked.
Afterwards, we sat on the cliffs for a little while. I was surprised to find that I was very turned on by the situation. Of course, I had been naked with other guys in such situations a lot of times, but this was different. It was the strange (and great) feeling to be the only one naked, but also the obvious turn-on of seeing this athletic guy very nearly naked. Obviously, his white boxer shorts were now dripping wet, and I could see his quite conspicuous dick clinging to the see-thru fabric. I could hardly take my eyes away from it - and I guess Pål realized as much. However, nothing he said or did suggested that he minded. Quite to the contrary, it seemed (although this might be my wishful thinking) that he turned in my direction to give me a better look, and that it also grew a little.
I thought that I would catch a glimpse of him when he was changing into something else to get back in the car, but surprisingly, he produced a towel from the back seat, and carefully wrapped it around him as he removed the wet boxer. However, he did not put back on his trousers, but decided on a pair of khaki shorts. I couldn't help noticing that he didn't put any underwear underneath it...
So, for the rest of the car drive, I was looking, as discreet as possible, at the bulge in his khaki shorts, while trying to talk about student politics...
We arrived at the hotel in time for the meeting, and didn't really see each other again until we met in the hotel room in the late evening. As in all such meetings, it got quite late before the drinking ended, so both of us were a bit drunk. Or so I thought. It seemed, anyway, that he was intent on keeping me unsatisfied - he went into the bathroom fully clothed, and came back out wearing a pyjamas. Actually, although being a pyjamas set, it was more like a simple t-shirt and a tight boxer. So again, I could see quite clearly the size of the thing I couldn't see... Not completely giving up on my chance of setting an example, I demonstratively removed all my clothes and went to bed naked.
I had a hard time falling asleep, being - again - turned on, but also a bit frustrated. I couldn't help thinking of the bulge in the pyjamas next to me in bed. Finally, I fell asleep, and didn't wake up until Pål awoke me. He said that he was going down for breakfast, and that I should hurry if I was to have breakfast before the meeting. Only after he was out of the door, did I realize that I had been sporting a hard-on when he awoke me. Hm, he really got to see everything, and I got to see nothing - and there was nothing to be done about it...
Again, it was a day full of meetings, and then eating and drinking in the evening. I saw that Pål left for the hotel room around midnight, but I didn't really care, because there was obviously no fun to be had there. So I stayed up for a couple of more hours, and then went to the hotel room. I was very quiet to be sure not to wake him up, but couldn't help noticing that he still had his pyjamas on. And I could see the bulge.
In the morning, his alarm went off. Okay, another day of meetings. I looked at his bed, where he was slowly waking up. I looked at his bulge which was bigger than ever, and realized that I was having a hard-on. He slowly focused on me, and then, carefully, moved his tight boxer downwards, suddenly revealing a huge boner. He was looking at me, and it was obvious that he wanted me to come over to the bed. That morning, instead of meetings, I got to know his dick very well. And there was no doubt that the way he had been torturing me, had made me even hungrier for him. Indeed, this was the start of a passionate relationship, in which tearing a wet boxer off his erect cock became an important part...
Sunday, June 8, 2008
The Gay Questionaire
I saw this questionaire on Wonder Boy's blog, and thought it would be fun to do it.
If you feel the urge, copy and paste the questions (with your answers, not mine) to your own blog or journal.
Feel free to add follow-up questions in the comment field! I'll answer (almost) anything...
If you feel the urge, copy and paste the questions (with your answers, not mine) to your own blog or journal.
1. How old were you when you knew you were gay? Around age 13, I guess.
2. Have you ever had sex with the opposite sex? Yes, several times. It's not like the real thing, but a nice variation... :-)
3. Who was the first person you came out to? A classmate I had sex with kind of understood... :-)
4. Are you out to your family? Yes.
5. Do you want children? Don't think so.
6. Do you have more gay friends or straight friends? Half-and-half, I guess.
7. Were you out in school? Not to everyone.
8. Is your best friend the same sex as you? Yes.
9. If your best friend is the same sex, have you ever had sex with them? Yes, but we only do it when we're both really desperate... :-)
10. Have you ever done crystal meth? No
11. Have you ever been in a sling? Yes. Sometimes, I just love to be passive and being forced to do whatever people want me to.
12. Have you ever done a 3-way? Sure.
13. Have you ever dressed in drag? No.
14. Would you date a drag queen? Maybe.
15. Are you a top/bottom or truly versatile? Versalite. And I think it's great when my sex partners are versalite, so that we can do all variations...
16. Have you seen an uncircumcised penis? Of course, such as my own.
17. Have you had sex with someone of a different ethnicity? Of course.
18. Have you ever barebacked? Yes. I really do try to play it safe, but then there are situations where lust gets the better of me.
19. How many Cher CDs do you own? None.
20. Name of your first love? Jonatan.
21. Do you still talk to them? No.
22. Does size matter? I've had great sex with many different sizes, but must admit that I initially gets turned on by big sizes...
23. Biggest turn on? Nudity.
24. Biggest turn off? Attitude problems.
25. Ever been harassed due to you orientation? No.
26. Worst gay stereotype that applies to you? Loves sex.
27. Ever been to a pride rally? Almost every year.
28. Would you marry if you could? Maybe I will, if I find the right person.
29. Would you rather be rich and smart or young and beautiful? I'm smart and beautiful... :-) With time, "young" will be replaced gradually by "rich"...
30. Do you sculpt your eyebrows? No.
31. Do you trim your body hair? No.
32. Ever had sex with more than one person in a day? Sure.
33. Ever been to an orgy? A few times a year.
34. Have you dated your best friends ex? No.
35. Would you vote for Hillary Clinton if she ran for president? Sorry, I can't vote in the US.
36. Do you want monogamy in your relationships? That's up for discussion.
37. Do you believe in true love? Yes.
38. Do you have any tattoos? No.
39. Do you have any piercings? No.
40. Would you date a smoker? Yes.
41. Do you get HIV tests every 6 months? Usually.
42. Do you know anyone who has died from HIV? No.
43. Do you know what Stonewall was? Of course.
44. Strangest place you have had sex? I'm not sure - there has been many interesting places... Under the stands during a soccer game (with hundreds of people above us) - maybe that's it...
45. Strangest place you've woken up? No matter what I do, I usually manage to end up in a bed. (Except when I fall asleep at the beach.)
46. Are your best years behind or in front of you? In front of, I guess.
47. Favorite porn movie? Anything with Johan Paulik.
48. Are you in love now? No.
49. Ever been in love with a straight guy? Yes.
50. Did you ever have sex with him? Yes, actually. He seemed quite curious, but ended up realizing that he was more turned on by women...
51. Have you ever been to a nude beach? Yes, I go there as often as I can.
52. Have you ever been to a bath house? Yes.
53. Ever had sex in public? Not really in a place where lots of people who didn't want to see anything, saw. But I've had sex in places which has been a bit risky...
54. Have you ever been/stayed in a relationship for Money or Security, instead of Love and Friendship? No.
55. Have you ever keyed someone's car? No.
56. Have you ever fantasized killing someone not famous? No.
57. Have you ever witnessed someone dying? No.
58. Have you ever contemplated suicide? No.
59. Are you glad you're still here? Of course.
Feel free to add follow-up questions in the comment field! I'll answer (almost) anything...
Saturday, June 7, 2008
A skiing trip
All this talk of beaches made me think for a moment of experiences I could write about that have not taken place during the summer. A few came to mind, many of which had to do with wild parties with my student friends. This is one of them, and it happened in my first year in university.
I was asked by a friend if I would like to join some people for a trip out of town - to go skiing. I decided to accept. The plan was to rent a cabin together and to go skiing all day and party all night - the traditional Norwegian skiing excursion. In the end, we were five boys and three girls who left Oslo in the very early Friday morning, to make the best of the day. We got to the cabin, left our stuff there, and went out to ski.
When we got back to the cabin in the evening, I was already making plans for the evening. I didn't want to spend all evening sitting in a chair sipping alcohol and talking, so I had to take action. First, I turned on the heat in the sauna. The next thing I did was to make sure everybody had an open can of beer in their hands - even while preparing dinner with the other. Beer can have an amazing effect if you drink it on an empty stomach, so already as we started eating, people were in a good mood. We drank plenty with the food as well, and when the meal was over, I casually mentioned that I had put on the heat in the sauna. At least two of the other guys instantly said "That's brilliant!". Within minutes, we were all headed for the sauna.
The boys (including me) had gone directly to the locker room, and had dropped the clothes to the floor and went into the sauna in minutes. The girls took a bit longer, and when they arrived, they were modestly wrapped in towels. They seemed to be a bit surprised to see the five of us stark naked, but didn't really seem to mind too much. We were all quite drunk, and I remember one of the boys asking the girls which boy they would rather have sex with. There was a lot of laughing and pointing at dicks, and in the back of my head I knew that I would love to have sex with all the boys if I could...
Saunas do tend to get hot, and the traditional thing to do about that is to run out of the cabin to have a "snow bath". So we did that. It is quite an exhilarating experience - first of all, the temperature drops from 80C to -10C, which is "refreshing". Moreover, this time there were gorgeous guys to look at while I was doing it. Obviously, the guys looked a bit less well endowed when coming out of the snow than they did in the sauna, but I knew that would change for the better. And another thing: the girls also wanted to cool down, and as having a snow bath in a towel is a mess, they made the sensible decision of leaving the towels inside. So we were eight young students playing around in the nude in the snow - before running back in to the sauna.
The fact that the girls had now dropped their towels was not lost on the boys - I saw that at least two of them had a very hard time trying to keep their dicks down. And, even though I'm not an expert, I judged that the girls were also turned on by the situation. I decided to make the most of this, and suggested to play a round of truth or dare - knowing that in these circumstances, that game couldn't help becoming sexual. I was very right.
I can't remember everything that happened for the next hour, but it surely involved girls kissing boys, boys kissing boys, girls kissing girls, girl answering a question on whether she would like to have sex with me (the answer was 'yes'), boys getting raging hard-ons (that was not really part of the game) and so on. Then, one of the girls (Trine) was dared to jerk off one of the boys (Arne). Arne blushed but was horny as hell, the girl blushed, but another one of the boys said "We can turn off the light" - and without further discussion, we went dark.
Of course, I can't say for sure what went on in the dark. I could sense, however, lots of hands and mouths, and I also made good use of my own mouth. It was amazing to be able to move around in a tiny room full of sweaty bodies, and I used my expertise to give the boys a good time. At times, I had a dick in each hand and another one in my mouth, at other, I was sucking off one guy while my cock was being handled by someone else. It was great - and I got tangible proof that I caused four orgasms - probably one for each of the four guys. And in the end, I got a wonderful blow-job myself. It was an expert mouth that was bringing me to the edge several times, before finally letting me blow my load. I wouldn't have known whose mouth it was, if I hadn't noticed a slight brush of metal against my stomach a few times.
The day afterwards, as we (the guys) had sat down to have a little lunch, one of the guys mentioned that he wondered which of the girls had given such a wonderful blow-job the day before. All five of us vividly remembered her wonderful mouth, and for a while we went into great detail on her skill. And I looked at Arne and his tiny nose piercing, and smiled.
I was asked by a friend if I would like to join some people for a trip out of town - to go skiing. I decided to accept. The plan was to rent a cabin together and to go skiing all day and party all night - the traditional Norwegian skiing excursion. In the end, we were five boys and three girls who left Oslo in the very early Friday morning, to make the best of the day. We got to the cabin, left our stuff there, and went out to ski.
When we got back to the cabin in the evening, I was already making plans for the evening. I didn't want to spend all evening sitting in a chair sipping alcohol and talking, so I had to take action. First, I turned on the heat in the sauna. The next thing I did was to make sure everybody had an open can of beer in their hands - even while preparing dinner with the other. Beer can have an amazing effect if you drink it on an empty stomach, so already as we started eating, people were in a good mood. We drank plenty with the food as well, and when the meal was over, I casually mentioned that I had put on the heat in the sauna. At least two of the other guys instantly said "That's brilliant!". Within minutes, we were all headed for the sauna.
The boys (including me) had gone directly to the locker room, and had dropped the clothes to the floor and went into the sauna in minutes. The girls took a bit longer, and when they arrived, they were modestly wrapped in towels. They seemed to be a bit surprised to see the five of us stark naked, but didn't really seem to mind too much. We were all quite drunk, and I remember one of the boys asking the girls which boy they would rather have sex with. There was a lot of laughing and pointing at dicks, and in the back of my head I knew that I would love to have sex with all the boys if I could...
Saunas do tend to get hot, and the traditional thing to do about that is to run out of the cabin to have a "snow bath". So we did that. It is quite an exhilarating experience - first of all, the temperature drops from 80C to -10C, which is "refreshing". Moreover, this time there were gorgeous guys to look at while I was doing it. Obviously, the guys looked a bit less well endowed when coming out of the snow than they did in the sauna, but I knew that would change for the better. And another thing: the girls also wanted to cool down, and as having a snow bath in a towel is a mess, they made the sensible decision of leaving the towels inside. So we were eight young students playing around in the nude in the snow - before running back in to the sauna.
The fact that the girls had now dropped their towels was not lost on the boys - I saw that at least two of them had a very hard time trying to keep their dicks down. And, even though I'm not an expert, I judged that the girls were also turned on by the situation. I decided to make the most of this, and suggested to play a round of truth or dare - knowing that in these circumstances, that game couldn't help becoming sexual. I was very right.
I can't remember everything that happened for the next hour, but it surely involved girls kissing boys, boys kissing boys, girls kissing girls, girl answering a question on whether she would like to have sex with me (the answer was 'yes'), boys getting raging hard-ons (that was not really part of the game) and so on. Then, one of the girls (Trine) was dared to jerk off one of the boys (Arne). Arne blushed but was horny as hell, the girl blushed, but another one of the boys said "We can turn off the light" - and without further discussion, we went dark.
Of course, I can't say for sure what went on in the dark. I could sense, however, lots of hands and mouths, and I also made good use of my own mouth. It was amazing to be able to move around in a tiny room full of sweaty bodies, and I used my expertise to give the boys a good time. At times, I had a dick in each hand and another one in my mouth, at other, I was sucking off one guy while my cock was being handled by someone else. It was great - and I got tangible proof that I caused four orgasms - probably one for each of the four guys. And in the end, I got a wonderful blow-job myself. It was an expert mouth that was bringing me to the edge several times, before finally letting me blow my load. I wouldn't have known whose mouth it was, if I hadn't noticed a slight brush of metal against my stomach a few times.
The day afterwards, as we (the guys) had sat down to have a little lunch, one of the guys mentioned that he wondered which of the girls had given such a wonderful blow-job the day before. All five of us vividly remembered her wonderful mouth, and for a while we went into great detail on her skill. And I looked at Arne and his tiny nose piercing, and smiled.
Nude run
I've been considering going to the Roskilde music festival this summer, and having read about and seen photos from the nude run, I'm almost certain I will go.
The whole scenario of stripping down and running in front of a clothed audience, is very alluring to me. Does anyone reading this have experience doing this? Is it as cool as it seems?
The whole scenario of stripping down and running in front of a clothed audience, is very alluring to me. Does anyone reading this have experience doing this? Is it as cool as it seems?
Results: What's your favorite place to be nude?
In bed | 3 (33%) |
On the beach | 4 (44%) |
At the sauna | 0 (0%) |
In public | 1 (11%) |
On the balcony | 1 (11%) |
Votes: 9
Okay, I do agree that being naked on the beach is great... Check out the new poll...
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