The photographer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

London sauna

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nude on the net

My friend James has published nude photos of himself on several websites. Myself, I don't want to do that, because I'm afraid it might interfere with my job later. So I asked him to write a little for this blog about why he chose to do that and what he thinks about it today. (His photos can be seen at Xtube, GayWatch, penest and Nakenprat.)

I'm always asking Jo Kristian why he doesn't publish some of the nude photos that he has of himself, and agreeing to write a little piece for this blog is part of my attempts to persuade him... I've seen some of the photos and I think there would be more than I who would like to see them...

Some of my first nude photos were taken with an old camera which I had brought to a beach. It wasn't even a nude beach, but it wasn't really the season for swimming yet, so I had the beach to myself for a little. So I undressed, set the timer, walked a few steps away and hoped I had aimed well. I had to get the film developed at a local photographer, and was very happy to see that they were okay, even though they were not particularly focused...

Actually, I remember that I walked right home from the photo shop and jerked off, thinking of how the local photographer must have been studying my photographs...

It was a significant step from this to publishing them on xtube, facebook, flickr and other sites. I think maybe Flickr was the first site I posted them. For a moment, they were private, but I soon posted them to lots of groups on Flickr. It was a strange sensation to see the "Viewed by" counters grow rapidly. To me, it felt like the ultimate exhibitionism, because I knew that at any time, people could download the photos, meaning that for the rest of my life, people could be watching me naked without me knowing.

Then, of course, there were comments, and it felt great to see that others - far away - liked my naked body. So I continued publishing. (Then I was thrown out of Flickr, then Facebook - but that's just temporary setbacks...)

Some people are afraid that the photos will interfere with their professional lives, but I don't think too much about that. After all, still people don't want to tell everyone that they surf Xtube etc. But actually, I did have a strange occurence last summer. I had applied for a job as a waiter, and the guy interviewing me seemed suddenly to look a bit strange at a point during the interview. He didn't say anything, and I got the job - but then a few days later he told me that he had recognized me from Xtube. It was a bit strange to have a boss who had seen me jerking off in videos on Xtube - but luckily, people who visit Xtube wouldn't ordinarily hold that against you...

So Jo Kristian, what are you waiting for? :-)

I guess lots of my readers also have published photos online - what are your thoughts? Is that "the ultimate exhibitionism" as James calls it?

Nude runs

I'm fascinated by nude runs, nude cycling events and so on. It is quite obvious that lots of people want to be naked in public, but needs such an event to take the leap. It would be interesting to know how many people who have first been naked in such events, have thereafter been naked in public in other settings.

Or is it the other way round? Maybe the people who take part in nude runs have been secretly being nude in deserted places, and finally had the courage to be naked with lots of people around?

It is also interesting to see the amount of publicity such nude runs get. Is this a sign that there are lots of voyeurs in journalism? :-)

Sadly, I didn't go to Roskilde this year, so I could not take part in the nude run (or see the participants). So I guess I'll have to have my own nude run somewhere...

(Sorry for not blogging lately, by the way - I've been busy being naked on the beaches of Oslo in the warm weather we've had...)

Party games?

The most successful party games I've started at a party with both gays and straights, girls and boys, was at a toga party back in high school. (I guess toga parties are well known everywhere? Everybody dresses up in one bed sheet (each), like the Romans.) We happened to be in the school, next door to the gymnasium. As people had had a little to drink, I introduced a military-style race, with hurdles to get over and ropes to climb.

Of course, as everybody who has ever been to a toga party will know, the fun starts when people start loosing control of their clothing, revealing more and more skin. By introducing this game, people got extra incentives for not caring too much about that, as they wanted to be faster than the other team. As it happened, by the time it was over, one of the girls had let her breasts hang out, while two guys had given up covering up altogether. Of course, the winning team was quickly given something more to drink, to keep them from getting any ideas of replacing their togas.

This was the perfect way of getting nudity going, and by the end of the night, only the shyest people still wore their toga.

Do you have any memories of great party games?

Patrik's experience at soccer tournament

As promised, Patrik has told us a story from a soccer tournament. I repost it here to get it into the open - out of the comment field...

I remember very well the classrooms in which we slept during the Norway Cup tournament. Most players are staying at schools (which are closed for the summer holiday), sleeping on mattresses on the floor. My team of 18-year olds were staying in a classroom on the sunny side of the building, which meant that it was dreadfully hot when we were supposed to go to bed. Mehmet, one of my teammates, complained a lot about the heat, and in the end he said that there was no way he would wear clothes or a blanket in this heat. So he undressed completely and went to bed.

Of course, some of the other guys followed his example, so within minutes, the floor was full of naked guys. Then one of the guys started talking about whether the girls was doing the same thing in their classroom. There was talk on which of the girls were most beautiful and who we would like to see in the nude. Mehmet was next to me, and I noticed that he started to get a hard-on. He was a very beautiful guy with Persian looks, and a great cock. So as I saw him getting erect, of course I did too.

I thought for some moment if I should hide, but decided that I should rather play the heterosexual game – pretending that I only cared for girls and that I didn’t care about the naked guys in the room. So I said that “The thought of Anne in the nude makes me want to jerk off.” So I started to stroke my dick a little. Mehmet looked at my cock, and probably had some of the same thoughts: he said that he would rather think of Eva. So, within moments most of the soccer team was on their backs on the classroom floor jerking off. I glanced at Mehmet’s cock and he glanced at mine – and then we looked into each others’ eyes – and I know that he wasn’t really thinking of Eva. And then he shot a big load over his chest. A little moment later, I shot my load.

The mood changed immediately – everyone just used a towel or something nearby to clean up, and then pulled a blanket over their cock and pretended to go to sleep. I did so too. But I knew that if I did everything right, I would get to have fun with Mehmet again – and even closer…

Amazing guy

Have a look at the new photos in the Mastermaster's website: they are just amazing. What a great-looking guy! (And his email address is included in the website.)

For readers of Scandinavian languages: also check out Runksidan, including the questionnaires of June, where yours truly have answered a few questions.