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...

The couple with a special interest

I've written before that I rarely meet people based on emails or chats online - I prefer things to happen more "spontaneously". One exception was an email that I got one Thursday in August last year, which read something like this (although in Norwegian):
"Dear James,
my husband and I have read your blog and are intrigued by its contents. We own a cabin and a secluded beach in the Oslo fjord, and have for a long time had a fantasy of having some naked people around us when we are enjoying the sun. Now we are trying to invite some people to fulfil our fantasy. Would you be interested in coming to our place this Saturday if the weather permits?
We will have a boat pick you up.
Yours sincerely,"
and so on.

I'm not sure what I felt when I got this email. One part of me had worried that starting this blog would impact on my life in ways I didn't want - and if I could, I would have made it invisible to people from Norway. I didn't like people around here to read my stories. On the other hand, I couldn't resist this offer, of course. I didn't know exactly what it would mean, but I knew it would involve sun and nudity and other people. So I answered yes. I got an email with more detailed instructions: they wanted me (and the other guys) to be naked and swim or whatever we wanted in the area around the cabin. We would get food and drinks if we wanted. The simple point was to provide some "atmosphere" for the couple.

The weather was very nice on that Saturday, so in the afternoon I got down to the fjord and was taken by a boat to the island. I understood the meaning of the word secluded now - the beach could not be seen from other parts of the island, but was clearly visible from quite a distance on the fjord. Well, I didn't mind. I got off the boat and saw that three other guys had already arrived - they were lying around, naked. I decided on a spot not to far from the others, and undressed.

The cabin was more like a house than a typical cabin, and it was not far from the beach. The couple was not to be seen. On my left was a Caribbean-looking guy, maybe my age and height, slim and with a good-looking cock. On my other side, maybe only ten meters away was a Norwegian-looking guy. He may have been 30 years old, muscular. He was on his stomach so far, so I couldn't really see his dick. Nice ass, though. And further to my left were another guy who could easily be Norwegian, with light blond hair. He can't have been more than 19 years old, a bit skinny, but with a sexy tan but no tan line.

As I arrived, all of the others looked at me, of course. I nodded politely, but then lay down and started to consider the situation. We were four good-looking guys (if I may be so immodest), we were all naked and we could all me seen by at least ten boats in the fjord at this very moment. So of course I enjoyed the situation very much already. And then, the couple came out.

The couple put up their chairs on the opposite part of the beach from us, setting up their beach chairs facing us. They were a beautiful couple in their early thirties. The guy was wearing a tiny swimsuit while she was wearing a nice bikini. They sat down, started to talk and drink beer, while they were watching us.

Being naked with others is great, but being naked where there are also people who are not naked is even better. This may be because their clothes underline my nudity. In any case, my cock reacted almost immediately, getting half-erect within seconds. Almost on instinct, I watched around me to see if anyone noticed (and maybe even considered turning around to avoid embarrasment), but I soon realised that I was not alone in this reaction. The beautiful guy who I've guessed may be from the Caribbean was already fully erect, while the two other Norwegians were also approaching that status. So instead of covering up in any way, I just relaxed, closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my swelling cock catching some sun. I knew three beautiful guys with hard-ons were watching, I knew the couple were watching and I knew that we were also visible from afar. Perfect.

We were all just resting and going for a swim once in a while - enjoying the beautiful day. I'm quite patient when I'm on a beach - I can rest for a long time before getting restless. After an hour and a half on this beach, however, I got very impatient, wanting to know what would happen next. However, at about this point, a guy came out from the cabin with a case of beer, which he distributed to us. Then he went back in. I had a beer. I had another beer. By the time I started on my third beer, I noticed that the young Norwegian was looking at me intently. I decided it couldn't hurt to get over to him to have a chat. I sat down next to him, and he said - apparently losing any inhibitions he might have had by a combination of the sun and the beer on an empty stomach - that he'd like to suck me. I answered - not because of the beer but simply because I wanted to - that he could.

This really got things going. As the young guy started working my dick, the Caribbean moved closer to us, evidently wanting to take part. The older Norwegian sat down next to him, and they started to kiss. I glanced at the couple sitting in their chairs - they were watching us even more intensely than before, and the guy's swimwear was having trouble keeping its contents inside.

Sad to say, the tongue-work of the young guy was not very impressive, so I made us switch parts, so that I was sucking him instead. His dick was thin but quite long, and I got the sense that he was constantly very close to coming. So I had to do my job very carefully, licking him only for seconds at a time. After three or four minutes of this, the Caribbean came over and rearranged our bodies so that I could still suck the young one while the Caribbean sucked me. However, I was also eyeing the other Norwegian, whose cock seemed very tempting. Therefore, I decided to finish the "suffering" of my current victim - I shifted gear and used all my tricks at once. Within a minute he was coming - I withdrew a few seconds before that and saw his sperm covering his stomach.

Now it was time for the other Norwegian. I signalled for him to come over, as the young one headed for the water to get his sperm washed off. This was a cock of another caliber, and moreover, he seemed very anxious to thrust deep into my mouth (while the blond one had been more passively enjoying). I had to concentrate on taking as much of his cock as possible, but that was hard, because I could now see - in the corner of my eye - that the couple had gotten out of their chairs and started fucking opposite us. They were still looking in our direction much of the time. I felt the big dick thrusting into my throat, felt a beautiful guy still sucking my dick, saw the couple having sex and saw the blond guy get back out of the water, and the combination made me lose control and come, without warning, into the mouth of the gorgeous guy.

For some reason, after coming I felt like cleaning up, so I went down to the water just like the blond guy had done. I dived into the sea, swam a few strokes, and as I was swimming back in I saw the wonderful scene. The big Norwegian and the Caribbean was now jerking each other off, facing each other, while the straight couple had turned to doggy style on top of their blankets. I couldn't help just sitting down on the shore, watching shamelessly. The Caribbean came first, a big burst of sperm hitting the Norwegian's perfect six-pack. Then it was only half a minute before he came, hitting back. And when I had finished watching them, I noticed that the straight couple were now having an after-sex rest on their towels.

Slowly, everything came back to something resembling "normal". The couple's servant (I guess) came out of the cabin and started lighting the grill, and within minutes the couple were back in their clothes. The guys stayed naked, but not fully erect anymore, and we went swimming and having fun in the water for a while.

It had been an amazing evening, and all because this couple felt it was a bit too lonely to spend their weekends alone on this beautiful beach. In the discussion during dinner they told us that they had found the three other guys via their profiles on gaysir, while I had been found due to my blog.

While I did go to nude beaches lots of times last summer, of course this one Saturday evening was special. I hope I'll get more days like that.

Ask me anything answers 2

Another question after asking you to Ask me anything:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tourist in Oslo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fiction: The holiday (part 1)

I want this blog to be a real blog, filled with real-life experiences. However, from time to time I hear stories from friends that trigger my fantasy - and I would like to share these with you as well. Therefore, I will from time to time include fiction stories in this blog. Hope you don't mind. Today's story is based partly on what a friend told me about a holiday he went to a couple of years ago.

There had been lots of problems with the holiday before travelling from Norway. It had been Tore who had asked Fredrik to go to Gran Canaria with him, and when Fredrik had accepted (mostly because he fancied Tore quite a lot), Tore had ordered the plane tickets and the hotel. However, only a week before the trip, Tore had broken his leg, and decided not to go. But he did persuade a colleague - Nils - to take his place, and even though Fredrik didn't like this, he wanted sun and parties so much that he went along with it.

The plane was supposed to leave Gardermoen (Oslo Airport) on Sunday morning, but the plane was delayed a lot of times, and finally left at 6 in the evening. This left many hours in the airport to get to know Nils, of course. Fredrik liked Nils, but he was a bit worried about spending a week with a sexy and smart guy who showed no sign of being gay. Would there be complications? Well, there could be no complications on the first day - it was spent drinking beer at Gardermoen and in the plane, then taking a taxi to the hotel and falling into their separate beds.

MONDAY

They woke up, had breakfast in their room and then decided to check out the swimming pool in the hotel. They were actually the first ones to come, so they got nice chairs next to the pool and sat down to enjoy the sun. Everything was just perfect, and then... a naked guy arrived and jumped into the pool! Nils looked surprised, to say the least. "What kind of hotel is this?", he asked Fredrik. Fredrik had to struggle not to stare only at the guy in the pool, "I have no idea, Tore organized everything", he said. "I'll go and talk to the manager", Nils said, clearly upset.

Fredrik got only five minutes or something to enjoy the view of the swimmer, before Nils came back, clearly unhappy about everything. "It's a nudist hotel", he said. "A gay one. I said that I wanted to move to another hotel, but the manager told me that the hotel was pre-paid for a week, and we wouldn't get any money back." He hesitated. Fredrik was surprised - so this was what Tore had planned for Fredrik and himself. A pity that Tore had broken that leg... "Let's go to town for a while", Nils demanded, and Fredrik decided it was best to do as he wished.

Fredrik and Nils had a long talk while in town, and Fredrik had almost persuaded Nils that it wouldn't do him no harm to stay at the gay nudist hotel. "Well, at least noone will hit on me as long as you are around", Nils had said and laughed. Before going out to have dinner, they had a little walk around the hotel. They saw, to their surprise, that there was a small gym area where two guys were working out in the nude. Fredrik also noticed that even though their room seemed to have a view of some trees, the path from the pool area to the street gate actually went just behind the trees, so that anyone coming and going had an excellent view of their room.

When they got back from dinner (and a few beers) it was so late that they already wanted to go to bed. With the curtains still open, Fredrik undressed right in front of the mirror, and then lay down on the bed. "You're not going to wear anything?", Nils asked, seeming almost embarrassed, but Fredrik just laughed it off with some comment about "doing as the Romans". But he noticed that as Nils undressed to his briefs, there seemed to be a small bulge in them. So Fredrik wondered if this might not be an interesting week after all.

TUESDAY

On Tuesday morning, Fredrik and Nils discussed what to do, and decided that a day at the pool would be nice. They went up to take the same chairs as the day before. It wasn't long before the area was full of nice-looking men, mostly naked. Fredrik enjoyed the view, but kept his shorts on, trying to show some solidarity to Nils. After a while, he went for a swim, and when he got back to his chair, he pulled off his shorts and sat down naked. Nils pretended he didn't notice, but it was so unsuccessful that he had to turn over on his stomach to avoid everyone seeing his hard-on. Fredrik pretended that he didn't see, and kept looking at the other guys instead. And after a few minutes, Nils said quickly that he wanted to go and have a walk around the town, while Fredrik preferred to stay at the pool, knowing that he would have better luck flirting with other guys when Nils was gone.

There was a guy who had been looking over at Fredrik several times, and soon after Nils had gone, he approached Fredrik. "Hi," he said, "'s that your boyfriend?" "No," Fredrik laughed, "I don't even think he's gay". Fredrik told him how Nils had ended up here, and both of them laughed. Then this guy asked "You want to go to the jacuzzi?" Fredrik had noticed, of course, that there was a jacuzzi in the pool area, but as he prefer swimming to sitting down, he hadn't given it much thought. Now, however, he saw what the point of it was. He quickly said "Sure", and walked over there.

He sat down in the jacuzzi while this guy was turning it on. He hadn't said his name, let's call him "Julio". He looked Spanish, had black hair, was tanned and had certainly worked out quite a lot. And he had a thick cock. Fredrik saw that quite clearly when Julio was getting into the jacuzzi, passing his dick within centimeters of Fredrik's head. "He sure knows what he wants", Fredrik thought. As soon as Julio was in the water and mostly covered in the bubbles, Fredrik felt a hand on his thigh. Julio looked at Fredrik, and as Fredrik certainly didn't object, he went on to put his hand on Fredrik's cock. By this time, Fredrik was already semi-erect, and Julio's hand certainly helped. Fredrik searched for Julio's dick as well, and found it quite soon. Already, it was much bigger and harder than what he had seen seconds ago.

Even though Fredrik and Julio tried to jerk each other off as discreetly as possible, of course everybody in the pool area understood what was going on, and paid careful attention to every move and sound that came from the two. A few of the guys were getting hard. Fredrik of course was very much aware that there were people around, and being jerked off by a beautiful stranger outdoors in the sun made him very, very horny. To avoid coming far earlier than Julio, he had to try to think of other things, but evidently, the thoughts returned to the solid dick that he was jerking. After just a little while, Julio's whole body showed that he was on the verge to orgasm - and he was also moaning. Fredrik kept jerking him off and felt the burst of sperm coming. By this time, it was impossible for Fredrik to avoid coming as well. He stretched out his legs, forgetting that this meant that he would raise his body above the level of the water - and he came violently over his stomach, with Julio seeming very happy that he got to see this from the distance of a foot or two...

It suddenly felt very strange to be sitting in a jacuzzi, naked, with sperm covering parts of his body, in the middle of several men who had just witnessed him coming. But there was nothing to be done about it, Fredrik just got up and walked over to the shower by the pool, feeling all eyes upon him. As Fredrik finished showering and sat down in his chair again, a guy asked him from across the pool area: "Did you arrive yesterday or something?" "Sunday evening", Fredrik answered. "And you're staying for a week?" Fredrik nodded. "Good", the guy said, and several guys seemed to agree. Fredrik smiled...

As Fredrik and Nils were getting to bed at night, Fredrik repeated the routine from yesterday - without closing the curtains, he stripped off completely and lay down on his bed. As Nils had finished brushing his teeth, he stripped down to his boxer. Then he looked at Fredrik, and apparently made a decision: he stripped off even that. Fredrik saw a beautiful dick, and realized that he had fantasized about it. "You're not going to wear anything?", Fredrik asked. "No, I guess I'll just have to get used to being nude", Nils said. And as Nils turned off the light, Fredrik thought that Nils might want to get used to several other things as well before this week was over.

To be continued

The hesistant skinny-dipper

A posting at Performing Males reminded me of a very nice experience a few years ago. I was visiting a friend (Martin) when what had been a cloudy day suddenly turned into a much nicer day. We had been planning to stay inside playing some board game, but when another friend (Paul) turned up with a car and asked if we wanted to go to the nearest lake, we jumped into his car at once.

We were halfway to the lake before I realized what was happening: Paul obviously had been planning to go to the lake, so he had brought swimwear. Martin was wearing shorts that were probably okay for swimming. I, however, was only wearing jeans - and not even with any underwear underneath. It would NOT be cool to stay out of the water while they were swimming, so I asked "Ehm, do any of you have a pair of shorts to spare?" "You didn't bring one?", Paul asked. Martin said, "Well, you can always swim in your underwear." I said "Ehm" again, and Paul asked "You're not wearing underwear?" Paul and Martin both laughed at this, but at least Martin offered me the solution I wanted: "Well, we could go a bit away from where the other people are - so you could swim in the nude". Peter grinned: "Maybe 10 metres or something..."

The two of them obviously thought this was very funny - and so did I, even though I didn't know to show it too clearly. We got to the lake, parked the car and walked for a few minutes to get away from the crowd. We could hear people almost all around the lake, and the path around the lake was quite close to the spot they had chosen, but at the moment there was noone to see, so I dropped my jeans and jumped in with them.

We had lots of fun for a long time, and had "fights" in the water. There were people passing by from time to time, but nobody seemed to notice - or at least not care - that I was swimming in the nude. But I did think it would be even better if we were naked all three, so I said something about how nice it felt to be swimming in the nude. Surprisingly, it didn't take long before first Peter, and then Martin, pulled off their shorts and threw them ashore. So now everything was perfect - I was skinny-dipping with two great-looking and funny guys.

I guess we were all tired of being in the water and wanted to get up when suddenly two girls appeared next to our clothes. They happened to be from our class, and was evidently very intrigued by seeing three of their class-mates naked in the water. Anna and Mona really enjoyed the situation, and sat down on some stones and asked if we were planning to stay in the water for long. The three of us kept swimming around a little - and Martin and Paul evidently didn't mind being watched as long as the blurring water was between their dicks and the girls' eyes. But they whispered to me "What should we do? We're NOT getting up as long as they're there."

I don't know exactly why I acted the way I did. Partly, I wanted to help my friends "in need". Partly, I wasn't worried about being seen naked by girls. And partly, I was turned on by everything. Anyway, what I did was to say "Leave this to me", and without further fuss, I just swam towards the girls, went up from the water, and - without in any way hiding anything - picked up my friends' shorts and threw them out into the water. Then I went over to my jeans and put it on.

This day had several good effects. The story about our plight spread all around school, and everybody seemed to think that I had been brave. I also noticed that the girls had spread the word that I was very well endowed - which is always a nice image to have. And moreover, swimming in the nude seemed to get more popular among my friends after this - maybe just from the fact that it was talked about more...

Apparently, all of us felt it had been a memorable day. Sorry that there was no sex in this story - but sometimes just being naked in public is good enough, at least for me...

James and I playing

As I've mentioned before, I've been hanging out with a guy called James a lot this summer. Due to some personal circumstances, he's stopped blogging, but he's been turned on by the idea that I'd be blogging about our adventures.

We're both into the exhibitionist thing, and we have explored the idea that there are things that two guys could get away with that one guy could not - for instance, a single man might be considered a pervert if he's running naked from his tent to the lake to have a swim, while two guys doing it might be considered "playful". One guy opening the door for the pizza guy in the nude could be reported to the police, while a guy opening the door with a nude guy walking past in the background, would be considered forgetful at most. (I may be writing more about this later, as the face of the pizza man clearly suggested that he would like to see more. We found an excuse for him to come back to the apartment at the end of his day of work...)

The most successful little thing we did, however, took place at the end of the night. The two of us had been partying together with a few new acquaintances, the pub we'd been to had just closed and we were eight guys passing by the town hall in the middle of town. James had just said something about still being hot, and I took the cue and "attacked" him and threw him into the little fountain next to the town hall. Playfully, he got back up and ran after me, and got a few of the other guys to help him to throw me into the fountain as well. By now, both of us were dripping wet, and our t-shirts and white shorts - with no underwear, had turned transparent. By now, the rest of the guys also wanted to join the fun, but they removed their t-shirts and shorts (or trousers) to have a little bath in their briefs or boxers. James and I also threw off our t-shirts. I already thought this was quite sexy, but our drunk friends didn't stop there - they started fighting for each other's underwear. Of course, James and I enthusiastically joined the fight, and as we were quite happy to lose our shorts, we were not as defensive as some of the others... By the time most of us were totally nude, there were at least ten people gathered around the fountain, watching us. And of us, at least two were starting to get hard-ons...

At this time, two police constables arrived. They seemed quite amused, actually, but nonetheless asked us to get dressed and get going. At least one of the constables watched carefully as James and I were putting on our still-transparent clothes.

This had been fun, but now we had the problem of what to do next. All of us were dripping wet, so happily the solution came quickly - one of the guys had an apartment only ten minutes away, so we were invited there. This was one of the warmer nights of this summer, so it wasn't a problem to walk in wet clothes - and people we met were looking and pointning, as the clothes evidently still didn't hide anything.

When we got to the apartment, of course everybody immediately shed their clothes. The "host" gave us towels so that we could dry off, and then everybody sat down in the living room. We didn't know what the sexual orientation of the other guys were, but I thought that if we were lucky, we could have some fun anyway. It didn't take long before I noticed that one of the other guys was having a semi-erection. I caught James' eye, and signalled what I'd seen. We seemed to understand each other: if this guy was sitting there with his erection all alone, nothing would happen. But it didn't take long for the two of us to get semi-hard either, and then the alcohol they'd consumed made the rest of the guys forget whatever inhibitions they might have had.

Soon everyone had a hard-on, but didn't seem to know what to do with it. I decided to take a chance, and started to touch my dick quite slowly and almost discreetly. James started doing the same at the other end of the living room, and this showed everybody that this was okay. The first guy who had a semi-erection was also the first one to follow suit, and then, slowly, the rest of the guys also started jerking off.

At this point, everything was easy. Another one of the guys said: "Hey, it's better to have someone else's hand do it", and signalled that everyone should jerk off the guy to the right. Everybody seemed to like this idea, and so I had the hand of a greatlooking, 20-yearold jerking me off, while I was jerking off the huge dick of a slightly older guy who I had earlier in the night learned was an accountant. I was very much turned on by this, of course, but I also wondered if we could get so far that these guys would even give each other a blow job. In my mind, this was certainly not something that James and I could just start doing - there would be too much scepticism. However, the guy currently jerking off James - who was also the first one to get a semi-erection, was clearly enjoying everything very much, and seemed willing to do anything. So when James shifted his position just a little to put his dick within reach of the mouth of this guy, he grabbed the chance. Then James waited for maybe a minute before he turned over and started sucking the guy on his other side. Again, this set off a nice domino effect - the guy who was sucked felt how wonderful that was, and didn't think he could do anything less to his mate on the other side. Of course, there was some shuffling of feet and bodies to make sure that everybody could both be sucked and suck at the same time, but within a few minutes, we had managed even that.

The sensation was wonderful. Of course, I almost couldn't move, as I didn't want to disrupt the guy who was - very amateurishly - trying to suck my cock, at the same time as I was eating the big pole of the cool accountant. However, the quality of the sucking was not the real issue, as just the idea of what a little nudging could do for guys we hadn't known even ten hours earlier, was mind-blowing. At the same time, I decided to give the accountant an experience to remember, and made every effort to get him to - and keep him on - the verge of orgasm. Then, after a long, long time, I knew he was coming soon, and I decided to stop blowing him and going back to jerk him off. Within two minutes, his sperm was shooting across his stomach and chest. He groaned so loudly that everybody understood what was going on, and one by one, everyone else also came within a short time. Actually, I was the last one to come - and everybody had leaned back, exhausted, but watched as the unskilled guy next to me was trying to get me to come. I'm not sure he would ever have managed if we were alone, actually, but the situation and the eyes of all these guys made it for me. "I'm coming", I said, but he didn't seem to want to hear. I said it once more, but he just kept licking and sucking, so I had no choice but to shoot my load directly in his mouth. I heard a slight "wow" from one of the guys, as my friend didn't stop licking till there was nothing left to lick...

There was a certain tension after everybody had come, as two or three of the guys seemed to have second thoughts, and they gathered their clothes and got going. The rest of us actually slept around in the apartment, but went each to our places in the early morning. I'm sure at least two or three of these guys are game for a three-, four- or fivesome or something again, if they're invited. I've certainly kept their phone numbers, for use on some winter day when there's nothing fun to be done outdoors. It'll be fun.

As I mention, James and I have been doing small stunts all summer. Most of the times, people have just laughed and walked on - leaving us to have fun on our own (which has also been good). However, in lucky circumstances, you will come across a bunch of guys who can be "guided" into a kind of fun they didn't know they liked. I'm sure James and I will do more attempts later...

Where are all my nude photos?

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The unexpected third person

I've described that after staying at a nude beach for a few hours, I tend to find a place in a shadow to have a break from the sun, and often fall asleep. Almost every time, probably due to the breeze and to the company, I wake up with a raging hard-on. As it's quite obvious to everybody that I've been asleep, this usually doesn't create a fuss, only stares.

Once in the summer of 2006, however, there was a guy who stared even more than usual as I was waking up. As I quickly realized that he liked what he saw, and we were both at the very end of the beach, I didn't cover up or turn over as I do when there are someone a bit less eager around. Instead, I just put on my sunglasses, found a magazine and pretended to read. However, I saw that he kept staring, and as he was staring, he got a hard-on, too.

I've forgotten to describe him... He was beautiful. He was around my age, with a typical "Nordic" look (blond, light-skinned, uncut) and with a swimmer's body. This was in the early weeks of the summer, so he didn't have much of a tan, but I did notice that he had no tan line. Moreover, he had no body hair - he had obviously shaved. (I like to have a bush around my cock, myself, but I also enjoy seeing shaved cocks - and to think of the attention he has given it.)

I liked what I saw, and started considering my options. I wanted to go to his place or get him to my place, and judging from our erections, we both wanted the same thing. Just walking over to another guy at the beach often feels a bit too intrusive, so usually I just go for a swim, smiling to my "target" as I pass. That worked this time as well - I walked to the water (managing to keep my dick in only a semi-erect state so as not to be too conspicious), and he followed within a minute.

"Have you been here long today?" he asked, and I answered that I arrived about one o'clock. "Wow", he said, "I have only been here for two hours, but I have to go back home soon." "By bus?", I asked. "No, I have a car here. I could give you a lift if you need to get to town." "Sure, that's very kind", I said, knowing that I really, really wanted to go with him, "where do you live?" It turned out that he lived near Frognerparken, not too far from the subway going to my student residence, so I told him (as I would have anyway), that he could just drive to his place and I could walk from there.

We got up, put on some clothes (I noticed that he was going commando under his short shorts - the same way I was), and walked towards the parking lot. As he sat down in the driver's seat, his dick was peeking out of his shorts. He didn't notice (or pretended not to), and started driving. However, very soon, he got down to business - with a surprising twist: "If you want to, you could also come in and have a beer or something - our balcony has a very nice view." There was one word there I didn't exactly like: "Our?" "Yes, my girlfriend and I." I started to plan an excuse not to go there, but he started explaining: "You see, she doesn't mind that I bring home gorgeous men - as long as she's not left out of the fun."

Wow - that was plain speaking. And I had to think quick. Here was this charming and dream-like guy, who I'd been turned on by from the first moment I saw him, indicating quite clearly that there might be sex. Should I abstain from him just because I didn't particularly want his girlfriend to join us? I just said "That's cool" and smiled.

Their apartment turned out to be in the top floor, with a great view of Oslo, and even better: with no balconies looking into it. And his girlfriend was on the balcony, lying naked on a sun-bed, smiling when she saw me: "Hi, I'm Julie", she said. "Robert, can you get him something to drink. You can sit here," she pointed at a chair. "Feel free to undress if you want to". This would surely be interesting. Of course, I undressed, and soon Robert returned from the kitchen, already naked, and with three gin and tonics. I had a sip, and noticed that it was a bit stronger than I was used to. Robert and Julie was sitting next to each other, opposite me, and with no discretion, Julie put her hand gently in his lap, touching his cock. This had an instant effect on both him and me, and again we were erect. She asked "Do you like photography?", and as I nodded, she continued: "You see, we like to ask our guests to take photos..." She got up, and was back within ten seconds with a Canon. I started to try it out by taking photos of them, and realized again what a great couple they were - both very beautiful, well trained, obviously open-minded and charming. Julie started to kiss Robert, first on the mouth, then on the chest and nipples, then on the stomach - all the time I was clicking away. And then she went down to his dick, first just letting the head into her mouth - exploring every point of it with her tongue - then let it in deeper. I kept taking photos. But suddenly she turned around, and started to suck me instead. I was confused - I don't normally get sucked by women - but seeing that this turned Robert on very much, turned me on even more. And she sure knew how to suck. Now, Robert took the camera away from me, and started to shoot. While sucking me, she managed to gesture that I should sit down on a mattress on the floor, and before I knew it, I was lying on my back while she kept going. Then she stopped, and all of a sudden she was sitting on top of me, ready to be fucked by me. Again, I didn't know what I should think for a moment, but she moved expertly up and down while Robert was clicking away on the Canon and still having a stone hard cock. Moreover, it was also under the sun and I love that. Therefore, I stopped worrying about the sex of the person I was fucking, and instead concentrated on doing it properly. We switched positions several times, and I kept holding back to keep the fun going for a little while longer, but eventually I couldn't help it any more, and shouted "I'm coming", and shot a big load inside her. Robert didn't seem to mind at all - instead, he moved in closely to get the perfect shots of the cum-covered dick being withdrawn from her pussy.

I was exhausted, but that didn't really matter, it seemed. Now, Julie took the camera, while Robert turned me on my stomach with force. I understood what was coming, as his cock hadn't had much fun yet. But it was only now that I realized there were leather handcuffs nailed to the wall at the end of the mattress. I could surely have fought my way out of the position, but chose to let him put them on my arms, meaning I was stuck to the mattress face down. Then he was on top of me, putting a finger covered with lube into my ass. Being satisfied that the amount was right, his erect dick followed. I had been looking at that dick for hours now, and had liked its size, but it didn't feel as good when he was entering me. The pain was immense. However, he didn't really mind that, and after a little while, the pain got less relevant - there is always a point at which I stop caring about the pain, and instead just enjoy the knowledge that I'm tied up, being fucked, and having nothing to do about it. This time, there were the additional bonuses: we were outdoors, and his girlfriend was still around with the camera.

I have no idea how long this lasted, but finally I felt his load filling me up, and he stopped moving and instead was lying still on top of me - keeping his dick inside of me.

It was getting dark as he got up and untied me. We got back into our chairs. Then they pointed out that my dick was stiff again, and asked me to jerk off for them. After this amazing evening, I was only thinking of sex, and didn't have to think twice. I started jerking off, with this couple in front of me. He was soft now, after having fucked me for so long, but he clearly liked what he saw anyway. She held her arms around him, but didn't take her eyes off my cock. Again, the whole situation was almost too crazy, and I didn't have to work it for long until I had another eruption.

On my way out, I got to know that even though this had been amazing, they had a rule of only inviting each guy once. They were in it for the thrill and wanted it to be unpredictable, not to have a "fuck buddy". So even though I've seen Robert at the nude beach a few times (and almost immediately getting hard without wanting to), I haven't been invited again.

Amsterdam

When on holiday, I often do things that I would (almost) never do home in Oslo, because I leave my inhibitions at home. Here's a story of a trip to Amsterdam which got more wild than I had imagined.

I had met him online, as I was looking around randomly for someone to have fun with while visiting Amsterdam. His gaydar profile had intrigued me, we had chatted, and now I was here, ready to ring his doorbell.

In our chats, we had planned everything carefully. I would go directly from Schipol airport to his Amsterdam apartment, would ring the doorbell downstairs, and the street door would be opened. I would go to the second floor, where I would locate his apartment door. I would undress completely while still in the hallway (“There's almost noone there at that time of day”, according to him), and would open the unlocked door to his apartment. Here, I would not expect to see him, but instead turn left, into a bedroom, where I would lie down on the bed and close my eyes. Soon, he would enter, tie my arms to the headrest, blindfold me, spread my legs apart and tie them up too. Then I would be his slave for the evening.

While I was chatting with him – safely in my living room in Oslo – I didn't know if I would go through with it, but standing there, my finger on the doorbell, I was rock hard and had only one idea on my mind: to get onto that bed as soon as I could.

Everything went according to plan. I undressed in the hall – hearing sounds from everywhere, which made me hornier still. Then I entered the apartment, lay down on the bed and was soon tied up and blindfolded. A few seconds later, I could feel a mouth tasting my cock. It was incredibly sexy – a guy I had never seen, was sucking me off in his own bedroom. He was my master. But then I felt something touching my left nipple – and realized that it was a mouth. Another mouth! Then yet another mouth licked my stomach. I almost yelled out loud, because this was certainly not part of our deal. Never had he mention more people. On the other hand, the sensation of three guys caressing me turned me on even more, and I decided to enjoy every minute of it, instead of protesting. Moreover, my protests would have got me nowhere.

Soon, my arms and feet were loosened, and several hands (was it six hands – or more?) were handling me; moving me and making me lie down on something else. I couldn't figure out exactly what I was placed against, but then my arms and feet were tied up again, and I realized I had been put in a sling. Suddenly, activities were going on all around me. My head was forced backwards – and a dick was thrust into my mouth. It was huge, and all I could do at first was to try not to choke. At the same time, I felt some fingers working my ass. That didn't last long, however – then a cock took over, starting to move gently in and out. Then, I felt a mouth envelop my very erect cock again. There were also hands touching my nipples, my thighs, even tickling me under my feet and under my arms, and I couldn't figure out if there were six or even more hands. It felt wonderful. I hardly knew what sensation to focus on – my whole body was swinging gently in the sling, pushed by the gentle thrusts of the guy fucking me. The guys fucking my face and sucking me had quickly joined the same rhythm, and it felt as if the guys were part of a giant machine trying to please me in every way imaginable.

Then I heard a clicking sound. Of course I should have understood that these guys would use the opportunity to take some photos as well. For a moment, I imagined photos of me in this position turning up on major gay porn websites, and felt another rush of blood to both my heads. I felt that was on the verge of coming, but tried to concentrate on giving the best blow-job to the dick in my mouth – I let my tongue work the head powerfully, and within minutes, I knew the guy was about to come. Normally, I would have pulled back at this point, but I had no such option, and suddenly I felt a burst of hot, salty liquid pour into my mouth. To avoid “drowning”, I quickly swallowed, as I knew there would be more. Another burst followed, and then another one, and I kept swallowing until the guy softly removed his huge dick.

There was some movements at all sides for a moment, and the sucking and the fucking stopped for a moment. It didn't last long, however, and I figured that the guy who had just come, had probably taken over the sucking, the sucking guy might be the one who now started to fuck me again, while the guy who had fucked me so far, was probably the guy who was next to me, and who within minutes had come all over my chest and belly. I couldn't know for sure who was who, however, as there were obviously more than three guys in the room. It all went on and on – two more guys came in my mouth, one guy came while fucking me, while I was finally jerked off and came so powerfully that I messed up both my face and my hair.

Then, when everybody had done their bit, people slowly left the room. In the end, I was all alone. The excitement and sensations started to fade away, and I started to notice how my arms and legs hurt from hanging here for God knows how long. I started to wonder if this would be the way I would spend the night, when I heard someone entering the room again. He removed my blindfold – and I could see that he was wearing a leather mask. I looked at my body, and saw the mess of cum on my chest. Then I lifted my head to see the rest of the room – and saw a webcam which was pointing at me. On the computer screen I saw the image from the camera – and I could clearly recognize my face as I was looking amazed at the camera. I could also notice my cock, which was reacting instantly – getting erect again...

The guy in the leather mask removed the ropes and let me go to the bed, where I rested for a while. I fell asleep, actually, and when I woke up in the morning, I went to the bathroom, had a shower, put on my clothes which had been put there, and went to the kitchen to have breakfast with the owner of the apartment. We didn't mention the events of the night before – it was all a memory for the two of us – and for a few more people; I have no idea how many.

The lake I love

It was a perfect day for going to the lake. I knew this beautiful spot which was not too far from the path, but was nonetheless never busy. Today, there was noone. I stripped off and went for a swim. It was wonderful - so close to the city of Oslo, but still almost no people - the only ones I could see were at the far end of the lake. The water was a bit cold, but that only made the sensations fresher. I got back up, put my towel in the shadow of the big tree, closed my eyes and listened to the birds. And dozed off.

I woke up by the sound of a twig breaking. I was in the usual state when I wake up - confused, and having a hard-on. I looked around me, but didn't see anyone at first. But then I realized that a guy was standing at the edge of the lake only five metres away from me. He was looking across the lake, and I couldn't know if he had seen me or not. I looked at him some more - he was a handsome man, probably in his late twenties, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He looked well trained - I wondered if he was going to have a swim so that I could see more of him. Then - just as I wished - he started to undress. His t-shirt gone, I could see that he actually had a nice six-pack. Then he took of his shoes and his socks, and - while I was holding my breath - he removed his shorts and I could see...

He had a raging hard-on! I couldn't believe my luck - here was a gorgeous man, undressing right in front of me, and he had a seven-inch, solid cock. He was still looking across the lake - maybe at the people over there, and I guessed that he was an exhibitionist (like me), who loved the thought of someone watching, even if they were that far away. But I was wrong. He stretched his arms towards the sky, and I could see, even better, his beautiful body. But then he turned, quite rapidly, towards me and smiled. In an instant, I knew that he had seen me - and my hard-on. Then he said: "Nice place, this. I hope I don't disturb?" But he didn't really expect an answer, he simply walked towards me, and then he said "I hope my hard-on doesn't disturb you?" He was still smiling, and even though I couldn't say a word, I'm quite sure my eyes did not suggest that I was disturbed - they probably implied that I was very much interested in what was going on in front of me. I did nothing to dissuade him, but still I was very surprised when he said "I see that you've got one too", and bent down to touch my dick.

I was overwhelmed by surprise - but still I knew that he would not have done this if I had - in any way - suggested I didn't like his presence. I was as much in this as he was. Then I reached out to touch his solid rock of an erection. He was massive. So I steered his body so that I got his dick in my mouth. At the same time, he started to rub my cock gently. My mind struggled to absorb the situation - the taste of the cock in my mouth, the hand working my cock, the warmth of the sun, the slight breeze, and the knowledge that just as this guy had suddenly turned up out of the blue, other people might follow any minute. It felt like I was just a second away from eruption, but then he suddenly said - "Wanna swim?"

Cool water is refreshing. In this case, it kept me from coming prematurely, and I got to look at him more closely. Which only made me hornier, actually. He was awfully sexy, but he was also a lot of fun - we were "fighting" in the water for a while, and in between the fighting, we were kissing and hugging and fighting again...

I don't know how long we went on, but suddenly we were back on my towel, and he was back to his rock-hard self. Moreover, now he was very determined on where to put it. With me on my back, he entered me, and I felt his cock - still wet from the lake - filling me. It didn't hurt at first, but as he pushed more resolutely, I wished we had been in a comfortable place with lots of lube. On the other hand, fucking beneath this tree, with a view of the lake, was just amazing. He kept pounding me, and then he made me turn over and sit on my knees - and he entered me again. For some insane reason, this was even more sexy - now, I could really only see a few bushes right in front of me, which meant that a whole army of people might be walking up the path without me even knowing. Moreover, the guy fucking me had started making noises, which meant that curious people from quite a distance might be tempted to come have a look.

Obviously, he felt some of the same excitement, so after working me for maybe five minutes, I knew that he was about to come. I quickly managed to turn around, and had him shoot his load all over my chest. A very nice load. Some of it fell on my dick, and he immediately bent down to lick it up. Then, of course, as he was already at it, he started sucking me. Now I was in the completely different position - again, I could see all of the nature around me. And as before, this had an instant effect on me. Besides, this guy really knew how to suck - his lips massaged my soft spots so effectively that I actually couldn't help gasping loud. And again, my loud gasps made me even more aware that there might be people only metres away. So I came. I didn't shoot all over him, however - he kept his mouth closed around my dick, and carefully gobbled up every last bit of cum.

The moments after having sex are often awkward. How soon will we split up, and will we talk? In this case, there was no problem. He just smiled and asked - just as before - "Wanna swim?" So we jumped back into the water, and were playing around a little more. A nice way to get clean and fresh. I was feeling great, because meeting him had made this day so memorable.

Then suddenly, in the corner of my eye, I saw something. I turned round to look - right next to my towel, a young guy - maybe 20 - was standing. He was looking bemused at us. Had he been in the area a long time? It was impossible to say, but anyway it was clear that he wasn't going to go anyway soon. My "friend" whispered "I don't think he's happy with seeing us at this distance - should we join him up there?" I just nodded, and we got back up of the water, while this young guy was staring - and smiling. He hardly knew which one of us he should stare at, and his shorts got a very noticable bulge.

For the rest of the day, nothing happened. My "friend" left quickly, while I stayed on my towel to have another nap in the shadow of the tree. The young guy stayed - he also stripped off, and had a swim. We actually chatted a little, and talked about the beauty of this spot and that we would certainly come back here. It wasn't exactly a date, but he did happen to turn up there several times that summer. As did I. And my "friend". And other people, by the way. But there is time to tell about those encounters later...