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...
Monday, June 9, 2008
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...
Friday, June 6, 2008
Sleeping naked on the beach
The weather in Oslo is great these days, so today, I went to a beach on one of Oslo's islands. I chose a beach which was not too crowdy, and found a deserted spot. The water was a bit cold, but okay. When I got back up, I wrapped a towel around me and removed my shorts and put it on a branch of a tree to dry - as always. (I HATE to wear wet shorts.) I just wanted to rest, so I lay down in the shadow of a tree and thought I might even have a little nap. I closed my eyes and rested.
I noticed, however, that every time I moved a leg or something, the towel loosened, so it didn't take long before part of the towel had moved to uncover my left hip. I didn't mind that, I just kept my eyes shut and tried to relax. A few minutes later, however, I heard footsteps - and then some whispering. "Is he asleep?" It was a man's voice. He obviously was with a friend, another voice answered "It seems he is". "We should be quiet - if he moves a bit in his sleep, I wonder what happens to the towel..." I heard that the two of them settled down not far from me. I just seemed to have gotten an audience!
I didn't know what to do about this - any too obvious motion would break the illusion of my sleep. I moved my leg a little, but it didn't really have much of an effect. I realized that there was not much I could do to make the towel go away, but I could bend my right knee a little to create a little opening, at least. I waited for two or three minutes before actually doing it, and it did indeed have the intended effect. There was a tiny breeze, and now I felt it caressing my dick. And I heard one of the men (by now, I was guessing their age to be about 20) whisper "I think you can actually see his cock now, if you're in the right position". The other guy denied this, which meant that they had to end the debate by actually checking it out. I heard them moving, and then "Yes, you're right!" By this point, I had to struggle to keep my cock from springing into full erection immediately - which would probably have tipped them off. I was very lucky to have gotten two viewers who were obviously as interested in this kind of public, "involuntary" nudity as I am.
I still didn't know how to move to give them an even better look, but I didn't have to bother, as suddenly one of them whispered "I don't think the towel will actually move much more by itself." "What do you mean by itself? You don't think of..." "Well, it doesn't look like he's gonna wake up, does it?" By now, blood was moving to my dick quite rapidly, and I thought of all kinds of boring things to keep it at least semi-erect for a moment more. Then I heard and felt that one of them moved closer, and then the towel started to move. Apparently, he had grasped the part of the towel that was on the ground, and was - very slowly - pulling it off me. The other guy whispered "Jon", in a pleading voice, but the guy who was clearly Jon didn't mind him. I kept absolutely still, and Jon pulled the towel off me completely. I managed to keep breathing slowly and regularly, but couldn't any more keep control of my dick, which was now in full bloom. The guy not called Jon whispered "Shit!" Jon had now moved back to his friend, and whispered back "I guess the breeze made his dick hard. Sexy, isn't it? I wonder how he'll react when he wakes up?"
I didn't plan to wake up any time soon, though. I loved being naked like this, with a raging hard-on, with two guys following my every move, and without knowing if more people would turn up any time. And as if that wasn't enough, Jon went on "You have your cell phone? - I want to remember this..." And suddenly the list of reasons for being hard got even longer - I now knew that Jon was taking my photo as well...
I don't know where this could have ended - for a moment the two of them were actually arguing whether I would wake up or not if they touched my dick. However, suddenly Jon said "Someone's coming", and obviously decided against trying to touch me. His voice was so loud this time, that I took it as an excuse to "wake up". I woke up slowly, rubbed my eyes, noticed that my cock was in plain sight for everyone and then - very calmly, moved the towel to cover my hard-on. Only after being properly covered up did I let my eyes wander across the beach, and saw two great-looking guys trying desperately to pretend that they hadn't noticed me at all. But then I sat up, and as they was sitting right in front of me, they couldn't help looking up my towel to see if I was still hard. I was.
By this time there was a straight couple next to us, so I expected everything to be over. However, when the guys were finished swimming, and Jon was changing out of his wet shorts with a towel wrapped around him, his "friend" quickly pulled it off him, and I got a very nice view of a great, semi-erect cock. Jon sweared and was embarrassed, but I'm quite sure his friend's response was a quiet "You deserve it".
I noticed, however, that every time I moved a leg or something, the towel loosened, so it didn't take long before part of the towel had moved to uncover my left hip. I didn't mind that, I just kept my eyes shut and tried to relax. A few minutes later, however, I heard footsteps - and then some whispering. "Is he asleep?" It was a man's voice. He obviously was with a friend, another voice answered "It seems he is". "We should be quiet - if he moves a bit in his sleep, I wonder what happens to the towel..." I heard that the two of them settled down not far from me. I just seemed to have gotten an audience!
I didn't know what to do about this - any too obvious motion would break the illusion of my sleep. I moved my leg a little, but it didn't really have much of an effect. I realized that there was not much I could do to make the towel go away, but I could bend my right knee a little to create a little opening, at least. I waited for two or three minutes before actually doing it, and it did indeed have the intended effect. There was a tiny breeze, and now I felt it caressing my dick. And I heard one of the men (by now, I was guessing their age to be about 20) whisper "I think you can actually see his cock now, if you're in the right position". The other guy denied this, which meant that they had to end the debate by actually checking it out. I heard them moving, and then "Yes, you're right!" By this point, I had to struggle to keep my cock from springing into full erection immediately - which would probably have tipped them off. I was very lucky to have gotten two viewers who were obviously as interested in this kind of public, "involuntary" nudity as I am.
I still didn't know how to move to give them an even better look, but I didn't have to bother, as suddenly one of them whispered "I don't think the towel will actually move much more by itself." "What do you mean by itself? You don't think of..." "Well, it doesn't look like he's gonna wake up, does it?" By now, blood was moving to my dick quite rapidly, and I thought of all kinds of boring things to keep it at least semi-erect for a moment more. Then I heard and felt that one of them moved closer, and then the towel started to move. Apparently, he had grasped the part of the towel that was on the ground, and was - very slowly - pulling it off me. The other guy whispered "Jon", in a pleading voice, but the guy who was clearly Jon didn't mind him. I kept absolutely still, and Jon pulled the towel off me completely. I managed to keep breathing slowly and regularly, but couldn't any more keep control of my dick, which was now in full bloom. The guy not called Jon whispered "Shit!" Jon had now moved back to his friend, and whispered back "I guess the breeze made his dick hard. Sexy, isn't it? I wonder how he'll react when he wakes up?"
I didn't plan to wake up any time soon, though. I loved being naked like this, with a raging hard-on, with two guys following my every move, and without knowing if more people would turn up any time. And as if that wasn't enough, Jon went on "You have your cell phone? - I want to remember this..." And suddenly the list of reasons for being hard got even longer - I now knew that Jon was taking my photo as well...
I don't know where this could have ended - for a moment the two of them were actually arguing whether I would wake up or not if they touched my dick. However, suddenly Jon said "Someone's coming", and obviously decided against trying to touch me. His voice was so loud this time, that I took it as an excuse to "wake up". I woke up slowly, rubbed my eyes, noticed that my cock was in plain sight for everyone and then - very calmly, moved the towel to cover my hard-on. Only after being properly covered up did I let my eyes wander across the beach, and saw two great-looking guys trying desperately to pretend that they hadn't noticed me at all. But then I sat up, and as they was sitting right in front of me, they couldn't help looking up my towel to see if I was still hard. I was.
By this time there was a straight couple next to us, so I expected everything to be over. However, when the guys were finished swimming, and Jon was changing out of his wet shorts with a towel wrapped around him, his "friend" quickly pulled it off him, and I got a very nice view of a great, semi-erect cock. Jon sweared and was embarrassed, but I'm quite sure his friend's response was a quiet "You deserve it".
Sunday, June 1, 2008
The naked waiters doing overtime work
My posting on being a russ and running naked through town, made me think of another nice memory from that year. I had just turned 18, was broke and wanted to go to lots of parties. A solution appeared out of nowhere...
As so often before, in the lunch break at school, I complained about not having any money. When I got back to the classroom, I forgot all about it, but as the bell rang to signal the end of the day, Fredrik approached me and said he wanted to talk to me. He lived in the same direction as me, so we started walking home, and he asked if I was really having trouble getting enough money to get by. I told him that my parents provided all necessities, but there surely wasn't much for parties and that kind of thing. "And I really love parties...", I said. Fredrik hesitated, but then he told me that he knew a simple job - but I would have to promise not to tell anyone about it, no matter if I took it or not. I got curious, and obviously promised.
"I know this guy," Fredrik said, "who told me he's going to be a waiter at a party on Friday. It's a birthday party for some rich guy, and they need several waiters, so I was offered a job as well. It pays real well - it's $1000 for the evening." "Wow", I said, but I knew there must be a catch somewhere... "I guess they need a few more, so I was asked if I knew someone. There was only a few conditions. They want waiters our age. Only boys. And handsome." (I realized that Fredrik had just called me handsome, but I was too interested in the offer to comment on that.) "But why do they pay so well?", I asked. "That's the little thing. They want the waiters to be naked."
Fredrik told me that this was a gay, rich guy's party, and as a special little treat for him, he (and the 33 guests) would be served by nude waiters. However, there was nothing else expected - we would only serve the food, the guests would be told that we were just to be watched, not touched, and we would be expected to leave when the last meal was served, after which the party would move on to the pool area and "loosen up".
Fredrik looked at me as if expecting an answer, and I realized that I had just taken it for granted that I would say yes - I hadn't even considered not doing it. "So you will do it?", I asked. "Yes - I need the money," he said, and I simply replied "So do I."
This conversation happened on a Wednesday, so I had 48 hours to think of what to expect. I would be naked in front of 34 gays, and I wondered if I would at all be able to keep from getting a hard-on. The set-up turned me on immensely, but at the same time I worried what might happen - would someone expect me to sleep with them? $1000 was surely too much just to be naked for a few hours? On the other hand, Fredrik seemed to trust them completely.
Friday appeared. In the afternoon, I went to Fredrik's place, and took the subway together to a nice western neighboorhood, where we were supposed to be working, where we met two other waiters-to-be I didn't know. We were enthusiastically approached by a guy, Tom, who was apparently in charge of the whole event. He reiterated the pay, the conditions and told us that we were expected to stay until midnight. Then we would be able to get the last subway home. "I guess the people will be busy with their food until then, and you will miss the wilder parts... But if someone misbehaves, just let me know", he said.
I looked at the other two waiters, and realized that I was quite flattered to be chosen as part of this team. They were gorgeous. Tall and charming, with nice smiles. I greeted them, and got to know their names: Anders and John. We didn't have the chance to talk, however, there was some preparation to do. The plan was that we would enter when the guests had just been seated, and serve them some wine. By that time, we were supposed to wear a black bow tie and nothing else. So we had to be quick to undress and start working on the bow ties... I saw that the guys I was working with was just as athletic as I was - they had great muscles, and Anders even had an impressive six-pack. He also knew how to tie the bow tie, so after a few fruitless efforts on my part, he had to come over and tie it for me as well. Having a naked beauty as him within reach already started to make it really difficult for me to control my erection...
Then time was suddenly up, and we were sent into the dining room with bottles of wine. We were clearly appreciated - the guests gasped of delight when they saw the four of us entering - then everybody applauded. We smiled and poured wine - and it was all very friendly. The only problem I had was that I couldn't keep soft. I tried to concentrate on pouring the wine in exactly the right way (I had waited tables before, so I knew how to do it), but all around I noticed that the guests were watching our dicks, and I couldn't get that out of my mind. So by the time I got ouf of the room to get the last bottle of wine, I was decidedly semi-erect. In a show of willpower, I managed to walk back in, serve the wine, smile and chat, all the time thinking of the periodic system of chemistry - in an effort to avoid having an all-out scandalous raging hard-on. I managed it - but couldn't help noticing that people were paying attention...
Now we had a few minutes (a short speech) before serving the starters, and I went to a neighbouring room to sit down and think of something else for a little while. It didn't really work very well, and all of a sudden we were standing in line ready to enter with the starters. The "master of ceremonies" (Tom) said that we were about to enter, but then added: "You may have noticed that one of our waiters had some problems keeping altogether "professional" in the lower regions. Does that bother you?" Everybody shouted "No!". Then Tom went on: "I considered giving him the rest of the day off - but then that's not necessary?" "No!" "Or maybe we could offer him the chance to wear some trousers?" Still more enthusiastically: "NO!" Obviously,Tom had grasped the chance to make some fun out of my "problems", and the added attention made sure that I couldn't keep it down anymore. The other three waiters were also looking at me - and at my dick - which didn't help a bit either. Therefore, by the time we entered, my dick was rock hard, I could feel my heart bouncing inside me, but at least I knew that this group of people actually was pleased to see my dick - which made me a bit less afraid, but even more embarrassed and horny.
I walked around with a hard-on for the whole evening. I enjoyed it more and more - and as I started to noticing the bulges in the guests' trousers, I got more and more confident. The few sentences I exchanged with the guests were soon full of innuendo and flirtation. The other three guys, however, managed to get through the main course without getting noticeably excited (I don't know how), but by the time of the desserts and the dessert wine, they were all erect as well. And as we all (the fabulous four naked waiters) were still beautiful and charming, I'm sure the guests were having the dinner of a lifetime. Some of them started to get a little out of hand - at least five either slapped my ass or "inadvertedly" touched my dick.
"Time to go home," Fredrik said when we were back in the kitchen for the final time. What a anticlimax of a great night, I thought, so I asked him if we couldn't have a very quick swim in the pool before leaving. Fredrik looked at his watch, but was apparently too tempted to mind that the last subway would be gone. He said "We'll make it quick, before the guests come out there", but I think we both knew that we couldn't possibly be that quick. Anders and John had listened in on our talk, and were clearly uncertain about what to do, but as Fredrik and I walked out the door, I said "Come with us, it'll be fun!", and that seemed to convince them.
We had fun in the pool for about five minutes, but I guess that the knowledge that people would be pouring in soon, made it impossible to lose the hard-on. But then the guests arrived, and Tom told us, politely, that our work was over, and that if we stayed, he would have no way of controlling the guests' behaviour. John and Fredrik looked at each other, got out of the pool and headed for the door, while Anders and I stayed put. Fredrik looked back at me, incredulously - and a bit envious - and then walked out, while Tom said "Hm, that's a pleasant surprise..."
I grabbed a pool mattress, and got on top of it. Anders did the same, and soon we were lying on our backs side by side. The guests were all around the pool now, and most were undressing while looking at us. Suddenly, I felt someone touching my dick. It was Anders, of course, who had started jerking me off with his right hand. I moved my left hand underneath his right hand, across his six-pack belly, and took hold of his dick. He was hard and big, and jerking him felt wonderful. The guests kept removing their clothes, but slowly, because they were concentrating on our action. I looked at the guests, and then moved my eyes to him - this perfect specimen of a nude waiter. He smiled, but not his charming, easygoing smile, but a more greedy, horny kind of smile. I looked him in his beautiful eyes, and we kept working each other until suddenly, he came violently, and I felt his cum on my hand. Immediately, I came as well, taken aback by remembering that lots of people were looking. Then I let go of his eyes, and looked at his well-trained body, his chest having a huge load all over it, and I looked at myself, and saw the very same image. We breathed hard - and then the spell was broken by bodies hitting the water - first one, then several. The guests had entered the water, ready for a wonderful evening in the water.
Anders and I stayed there for a little while, just because we were both very turned on by seeing all that was going on there. But when we left, Tom followed us, and he seemed very satisfied. "Don't take this the wrong way," he said, "of course, we don't want to pay you for having sex... But that thing you did in the pool was just the right thing for this party to go in the right direction... Could we double your pay?" We nodded.
But then, after towelling off, we decided that we didn't want to remember this night only for being paid for sex. So we had sex once more - just the two of us, in a tiny locker room next to the pool. This time, I got to taste his dick, and he got to get to know mine a bit better as well... Then we went our separate ways, and started to plan our own big parties for the future...
As so often before, in the lunch break at school, I complained about not having any money. When I got back to the classroom, I forgot all about it, but as the bell rang to signal the end of the day, Fredrik approached me and said he wanted to talk to me. He lived in the same direction as me, so we started walking home, and he asked if I was really having trouble getting enough money to get by. I told him that my parents provided all necessities, but there surely wasn't much for parties and that kind of thing. "And I really love parties...", I said. Fredrik hesitated, but then he told me that he knew a simple job - but I would have to promise not to tell anyone about it, no matter if I took it or not. I got curious, and obviously promised.
"I know this guy," Fredrik said, "who told me he's going to be a waiter at a party on Friday. It's a birthday party for some rich guy, and they need several waiters, so I was offered a job as well. It pays real well - it's $1000 for the evening." "Wow", I said, but I knew there must be a catch somewhere... "I guess they need a few more, so I was asked if I knew someone. There was only a few conditions. They want waiters our age. Only boys. And handsome." (I realized that Fredrik had just called me handsome, but I was too interested in the offer to comment on that.) "But why do they pay so well?", I asked. "That's the little thing. They want the waiters to be naked."
Fredrik told me that this was a gay, rich guy's party, and as a special little treat for him, he (and the 33 guests) would be served by nude waiters. However, there was nothing else expected - we would only serve the food, the guests would be told that we were just to be watched, not touched, and we would be expected to leave when the last meal was served, after which the party would move on to the pool area and "loosen up".
Fredrik looked at me as if expecting an answer, and I realized that I had just taken it for granted that I would say yes - I hadn't even considered not doing it. "So you will do it?", I asked. "Yes - I need the money," he said, and I simply replied "So do I."
This conversation happened on a Wednesday, so I had 48 hours to think of what to expect. I would be naked in front of 34 gays, and I wondered if I would at all be able to keep from getting a hard-on. The set-up turned me on immensely, but at the same time I worried what might happen - would someone expect me to sleep with them? $1000 was surely too much just to be naked for a few hours? On the other hand, Fredrik seemed to trust them completely.
Friday appeared. In the afternoon, I went to Fredrik's place, and took the subway together to a nice western neighboorhood, where we were supposed to be working, where we met two other waiters-to-be I didn't know. We were enthusiastically approached by a guy, Tom, who was apparently in charge of the whole event. He reiterated the pay, the conditions and told us that we were expected to stay until midnight. Then we would be able to get the last subway home. "I guess the people will be busy with their food until then, and you will miss the wilder parts... But if someone misbehaves, just let me know", he said.
I looked at the other two waiters, and realized that I was quite flattered to be chosen as part of this team. They were gorgeous. Tall and charming, with nice smiles. I greeted them, and got to know their names: Anders and John. We didn't have the chance to talk, however, there was some preparation to do. The plan was that we would enter when the guests had just been seated, and serve them some wine. By that time, we were supposed to wear a black bow tie and nothing else. So we had to be quick to undress and start working on the bow ties... I saw that the guys I was working with was just as athletic as I was - they had great muscles, and Anders even had an impressive six-pack. He also knew how to tie the bow tie, so after a few fruitless efforts on my part, he had to come over and tie it for me as well. Having a naked beauty as him within reach already started to make it really difficult for me to control my erection...
Then time was suddenly up, and we were sent into the dining room with bottles of wine. We were clearly appreciated - the guests gasped of delight when they saw the four of us entering - then everybody applauded. We smiled and poured wine - and it was all very friendly. The only problem I had was that I couldn't keep soft. I tried to concentrate on pouring the wine in exactly the right way (I had waited tables before, so I knew how to do it), but all around I noticed that the guests were watching our dicks, and I couldn't get that out of my mind. So by the time I got ouf of the room to get the last bottle of wine, I was decidedly semi-erect. In a show of willpower, I managed to walk back in, serve the wine, smile and chat, all the time thinking of the periodic system of chemistry - in an effort to avoid having an all-out scandalous raging hard-on. I managed it - but couldn't help noticing that people were paying attention...
Now we had a few minutes (a short speech) before serving the starters, and I went to a neighbouring room to sit down and think of something else for a little while. It didn't really work very well, and all of a sudden we were standing in line ready to enter with the starters. The "master of ceremonies" (Tom) said that we were about to enter, but then added: "You may have noticed that one of our waiters had some problems keeping altogether "professional" in the lower regions. Does that bother you?" Everybody shouted "No!". Then Tom went on: "I considered giving him the rest of the day off - but then that's not necessary?" "No!" "Or maybe we could offer him the chance to wear some trousers?" Still more enthusiastically: "NO!" Obviously,Tom had grasped the chance to make some fun out of my "problems", and the added attention made sure that I couldn't keep it down anymore. The other three waiters were also looking at me - and at my dick - which didn't help a bit either. Therefore, by the time we entered, my dick was rock hard, I could feel my heart bouncing inside me, but at least I knew that this group of people actually was pleased to see my dick - which made me a bit less afraid, but even more embarrassed and horny.
I walked around with a hard-on for the whole evening. I enjoyed it more and more - and as I started to noticing the bulges in the guests' trousers, I got more and more confident. The few sentences I exchanged with the guests were soon full of innuendo and flirtation. The other three guys, however, managed to get through the main course without getting noticeably excited (I don't know how), but by the time of the desserts and the dessert wine, they were all erect as well. And as we all (the fabulous four naked waiters) were still beautiful and charming, I'm sure the guests were having the dinner of a lifetime. Some of them started to get a little out of hand - at least five either slapped my ass or "inadvertedly" touched my dick.
"Time to go home," Fredrik said when we were back in the kitchen for the final time. What a anticlimax of a great night, I thought, so I asked him if we couldn't have a very quick swim in the pool before leaving. Fredrik looked at his watch, but was apparently too tempted to mind that the last subway would be gone. He said "We'll make it quick, before the guests come out there", but I think we both knew that we couldn't possibly be that quick. Anders and John had listened in on our talk, and were clearly uncertain about what to do, but as Fredrik and I walked out the door, I said "Come with us, it'll be fun!", and that seemed to convince them.
We had fun in the pool for about five minutes, but I guess that the knowledge that people would be pouring in soon, made it impossible to lose the hard-on. But then the guests arrived, and Tom told us, politely, that our work was over, and that if we stayed, he would have no way of controlling the guests' behaviour. John and Fredrik looked at each other, got out of the pool and headed for the door, while Anders and I stayed put. Fredrik looked back at me, incredulously - and a bit envious - and then walked out, while Tom said "Hm, that's a pleasant surprise..."
I grabbed a pool mattress, and got on top of it. Anders did the same, and soon we were lying on our backs side by side. The guests were all around the pool now, and most were undressing while looking at us. Suddenly, I felt someone touching my dick. It was Anders, of course, who had started jerking me off with his right hand. I moved my left hand underneath his right hand, across his six-pack belly, and took hold of his dick. He was hard and big, and jerking him felt wonderful. The guests kept removing their clothes, but slowly, because they were concentrating on our action. I looked at the guests, and then moved my eyes to him - this perfect specimen of a nude waiter. He smiled, but not his charming, easygoing smile, but a more greedy, horny kind of smile. I looked him in his beautiful eyes, and we kept working each other until suddenly, he came violently, and I felt his cum on my hand. Immediately, I came as well, taken aback by remembering that lots of people were looking. Then I let go of his eyes, and looked at his well-trained body, his chest having a huge load all over it, and I looked at myself, and saw the very same image. We breathed hard - and then the spell was broken by bodies hitting the water - first one, then several. The guests had entered the water, ready for a wonderful evening in the water.
Anders and I stayed there for a little while, just because we were both very turned on by seeing all that was going on there. But when we left, Tom followed us, and he seemed very satisfied. "Don't take this the wrong way," he said, "of course, we don't want to pay you for having sex... But that thing you did in the pool was just the right thing for this party to go in the right direction... Could we double your pay?" We nodded.
But then, after towelling off, we decided that we didn't want to remember this night only for being paid for sex. So we had sex once more - just the two of us, in a tiny locker room next to the pool. This time, I got to taste his dick, and he got to get to know mine a bit better as well... Then we went our separate ways, and started to plan our own big parties for the future...
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