Beach sex with an audience

It's been more than a year since my last blog post. I've almost forgotten the blog altogether. But when I was turning on my computer today, I realized I do have stories of sex to tell...

Oslo had an early summer two weeks ago. I grabbed a towel and went to Bygdøy's nude beach as soon as I had finished work. It was quite crowded at the main nude beach (Huk), but I did find a spot for my towel and me, and I enjoyed it a lot. But after a while, I got tired of crowd and headed for the more secluded gay nude beach, "Homolulu".

I was surprised to see that there was not one single person on this beach. Of course, mid-May is not a time for Norwegians to go to the beach, but still it was a surprise. I went down the path to the beach, walked over to the end and enjoyed the calm and quiet there for a while.

After a few minutes, a small sailboat with two or three guys and a girl or two on board anchored near the beach. I didn't particularly mind that - in fact, as I closed my eyes to rest some more, I found it rather cool that I was on display to these guys, and as I fell half-asleep, I felt my cock getting hard.

The only sounds I heard, was the voices of these people, being carried over the short distance of water. I didn't understand all they said, but got the impression that they were talking about this nude beach and, in particular, this nude guy with a boner. But then I heard footsteps on the beach. I had to make a quick decision - to be seen flaunting my erection deliberately, to turn round and hide it or to pretend to be sleeping, giving the impression that I'd gone hard in my sleep. I chose the last option. The footsteps got closer, and slowed down. As the sound came from less than two metres away, it stopped entirely. For a number of seconds I could feel his eyes examining me, taking in the sleeping body, the young and healthy erection. I guessed that he would see the natural beauty of the pure and uninhibited arousal next to the rocks and the sand. Then he moved on, but no more than three steps, and I heard him arranging his towel and things, and the sound of him undressing. He evidently wanted to stay close to me - either to watch or to do something else.

The difficult part is to "wake up" in a believeable way. I didn't have to worry about that, though, because suddenly there was a big noice as one of the guys on the boat fell aboard - it startled me, and I raised my head from the sand and watched the boat. Then I turned my head to the side and saw this guy for the first time. He was looking at me from a distance of about two metres - with blue, beautiful eyes. He was 20ish, with a great body, blond, curly hear and a raging hard-on. I did what felt natural to me - I smiled. He smiled back. He seemed to hesitate, but then apparently decided what to do. He moved his towel even closer to me, and grabbed my dick.

This was surprising. The "Homolulu" beach has a nice, rocky area where people usually go when they want to have sex. Having sex in plain view of the rest of the beach (even if empty) and of the boat is usually not done. But any protests my mind might design was quickly forgotten: My body enjoyed desperately the warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves hitting the shore, the sensation of a cute and handsome guy touching my dick and my awareness that the guys in the boat had front row tickets to a show they had not imagined.

"Raise up", he said quietly. That was the only way we could possibly be more visible, but I didn't object - I got to my feet and leant against the massive rocks. I could clearly see that at least one of the guys in the boat had stopped what he was doing and was staring in my direction - and I could feel my new friend, sitting on his knees in front of me, letting his lips enclose my dick.

I didn't last long - I couldn't get out of my head that the only thing between me and these five people in the boat was the head of the guy who was giving me a blow-job. Moreover, he did a hell of a job, so before long he could sense that I would be coming. He pulled away from my dick, but not more than that my cum would hit his face. I came in big bursts, looking out into the Oslo fjord, with a small sailboat and five faces.

Of course, I wanted to return the favor, so we switched places and I started to enjoy the sweaty and salty taste of his medium-sized dick. But after only a minute, he whispered "Someone's coming" and I understood from the sound of his voice that it wasn't him... Very quickly, he was lying on his stomach, hiding his gorgeous boner from view, while I didn't think quickly enough, so I got down on my back, with my still semi-erect and partly wet cock in plain view. Of course they must have seen us before we saw them, and the smiles on their faces confirmed that. They found a place a little bit away from us, but still close enough that any further oral exercises would had to include an invitation to them - and that was a bit more than what I was prepared for at the moment...

After a while I packed my stuff and headed back home, knowing that there will be more opportunities for beach fun as the summer unfolds...

Sex in the gym

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nude photos astray

Norwegian media has again written a lot about nude photos gone astray. See for instance what TV2 writes (via Google Translate).

Hm...

Shared items

I'm sorry for not updating this blog more often. As always, I'll promise to try to blog more often - but I can't really promise that I'll manage. I'm happy and having a good time, but I don't feel like blogging as often as I used to. More details later, I guess.

I must say I'm happy to see other blogs, though - and you can see my shared items by clicking here... Many great photos...

More on James

Someone sent me an email alerting me to the fact that James also has a AmIhotornotnude-profile. Please vote! :-)

The (sex) life of James part 4

The interviews with James have taken important information from his blog. When reading his blog about what happened from the autumn of 2005 and on, however, I get confused. He starts mentioning boyfriend(s), but keep writing stories about great, casual sex.

JK: How have you coped with having boyfriends and having quite strong sexual desires including exhibitionism?
QJ: Quite badly. It’s a complicated topic that I don’t want to discuss too much. At times I’ve thought I’d be willing to give up all other sex as long as I could be with my boyfriend. At other times, my boyfriend has thought that he could accept my exhibitionism and some random sex acts. However, neither has lasted for long. So my relationships have been full of discussions and negotiations. And the blog has been a product of that – at times I’ve been a saint and had nothing to write about, at other times I’ve had a sexual life that I could write about in the blog. At the moment, though, I’ve dropped writing the blog. I don’t want to remove either my blog or the nude photos I’ve already posted, though.
JK: I would like you to describe how you ended up on that boat in the summer of 2007, though – the one where I met you.

[From my blog:
“I do spend a lot of time looking around on the internet, but rarely do I find the homepage of someone I've previously had sex with. That happened to me a time ago, when I stumbled upon Queerjames' blog. In one of the posts, he had a photo of himself, and I thought I recognized him from a boating trip the year before.

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

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

QJ: Well, I met this guy owning a boat the summer before in a gay bar. I was invited on a boat trip, and I had great memories of former boat trips, so I accepted. It was just the two of us, and as I had just my white shorts which turned near-transparent when wet, there was no point in keeping it on for long. Of course, we ended up having sex. (See blog). I really loved the whole experience – sailing is cool, being naked on a boat feels great, with the wind and the sun and all. And the sex was good. But for some reason we didn’t keep in touch that summer. The next summer, however, I got a message from him on gaysir, telling me that he had invited a bunch of gays on a boat trip and would I care to join? Of course I wanted to join.
I was quite disappointed as the boat sailed out, as nobody seemed to know each other and everybody seemed a bit shy. So I decided to get things going – while we were still moving slowly with lots of boats around us, I got up on the deck and started to undress. At first, everybody was just watching me, but then the guy who owned the boat said that he thought everybody should follow suit, and they eventually did. Ten minutes later, everybody was sitting naked on deck, watching each other. As the boat anchored in a quiet place, I was again impatient because nobody seemed to want to take the initiative. So I sat down on my knees in front of a random guy and started to suck his dick. He had been almost completely soft, but grew in my mouth. After getting him in the mood, I went over to the next one, and for the next 15 or 30 minutes, I was busy sucking cock. Around me, people were starting to do things on their own, so there finally was some action.
Actually, I do remember how you came all over the chest of another dude while I was sucking the owner of the boat. And then you moved over to me and started sucking me. It was the perfect end of the orgy – I would have felt a bit let down if noone sucked me off after everything I’d done… (Even though I love sucking cock.) So imagine my pleasure when I got that message from you a year later wanting to meet me again.

JK: It’s getting a bit strange to interview you now that I’ve become an actor in the events as well. However, we did have quite a lot of fun together as we started to do things together. I have blogged about some of that, but you haven’t. What do you think about being exhibitionistic with someone in the way we did?
QJ: I loved your whole approach. You had a way of setting up a situation in which we would end up seeming completely innocent (if a little careless). And as I think you’re remarked in your blog yourself: even though a guy can ignore one half-erect cock in the showers, he’ll have a hard time ignoring two. Or rather, he’ll be hard. But I never blogged about any of this – both because of the circumstances I just mentioned earlier, and because you wrote about it in your blog.
JK: I wonder if we should just end the series of interviews here, and come back with further interviews when a few more years have passed. But in the end: what do you think you’ll be doing ten years from now – sexwise?
QJ: I keep reminding myself that I’m a very lucky person. I have a wonderful boyfriend and will stay with him. If that should not work out for some reason, I have so many opportunities – and so many contacts who are interested in the same things as I am.

More blog posts about James:

James’ blog:

Nude at the beach
Beach memories
Window
Taking nude photos
More nude photos

This blog:

James and I playing
In the shower with James
In the gym with James
Shopping
Twitter

James elsewhere:
queerjames on twitter
queerjames on Xtube
queerjames on gaywatch
queerjames on penest.no
queerjames on nakenprat.no

Fully naked on the 'clothesline'

See Kelly's post on Fully naked on the 'clothesline'. Have you experienced something like this?

Sadly, the clothes lineis not so much a tradition in Norway, but there are other games in the russefeiring that also leave participants fully naked, and that I will certainly write about later...