Nude beach in Oslo
In Oslo, the main nude beach is at Huk, just opposite a textile beach, with just a small inlet between them, maybe 50 metres across. So if you’re not interested in going to the nude beach but interested in looking at the nude beach, you can go to that part of the textile beach, and vice versa.
Of course, when I go to the nude beach, I go to the part facing the textile beach. The grass is soft and it’s not too far from the kiosk selling ice cream, and it is within view of many people – on sunny days in the weekend, there may be a hundred. Yesterday evening, as the sun was about to set on this part of the peninsula, only two or three were left. I was lying there listening to music on my iPod as I noticed that one of those behaved a bit strangely. As I looked at him, I realized what it was – he was taking pictures. At the moment he seemed to pretend to be photographing everything but me, but I was quite sure he had zoomed me in just a moment ago. Could be interesting.
I looked around me. Noone was left on this side of the nude beach – everyone drifts to the sandy part to the right to enjoy the last rays of light as evening falls. I pretended not to have noticed him, and lay back down. I decided that if he wanted photos of me, I could help making them interesting. Within seconds, my dick started to shift. I knew that by now, he would have his camera set on me again, and that he would be clicking away. Also, I knew there could be others watching from there – or that someone could even come upon me on my own side – I still had the music on, so I wouldn’t hear people approaching. As always, these kinds of situations make me horny. I didn’t open my eyes, I just felt that my cock was now fully erect, and I enjoyed not knowing who might see it now – and who might see the photos later – perhaps online on some Tumblr page or other.
After lying like this for three minutes or so, I raised my head and looked directly at him. This time he didn’t care pretending – he just kept his camera in the same position, apparently catching some photos of me looking directly into the lense, with a raging hard-on. I couldn’t see anyone else around now. How to proceed. We might be only 50 metres apart, but by foot, it was more like 250. I was not sure if I could wave him over or if he would panic, so instead, I just got up and walked to the north, even if that also brought me within sight of the path where everybody from the entire textile beach has to go to get back to the car park or the bus. It worked, though: He got his stuff together and started to walk north on his side, only stopping now and then to shoot just another photo of me walking quietly on the beach with a raging hard-on, looking at him.
Suddenly I realized I couldn’t walk any further, I was at the edge of the nude beach, and was almost out in the open already. Not far away I saw the back of a jogger. I had to stop here. But luckily, I could see my photographer keeping up – he would soon be turning a corner so that we no longer had any water between us. He kept walking, and as he approached, I could see that he had been swimming – he had half-wet swimming trunks which clearly showed that he was now excited: a significant bulge had formed. As he was maybe ten metres away from me, I realized that two guys were coming from the nude beach and would be walking past. I tried to turn around to avoid them seeing my boner, but I was not sure I succeeded. When they had passed, I walked in the direction I had come from, feeling like the rat catcher from Harlem, knowing that he would follow me anywhere.
He kept to his camera. As I lay down on my towel again, he was bending above me trying to get good close-ups of my dick. That was fine with me, but I wanted other action as well, so I gently pulled his shorts. He jumped a bit at first and looked at me with an uncertain look, but then the hotness of the situation got the better of him, and he let me pull them off. So now here he was, a muscular, young photographer with a white but solid dick pointing into the air, and the camera giving off clicking noises as he kept photographing. But I wanted his whole attention, so I asked “Can you do video with that?” Of course, I knew the answer, but I didn’t know that he had a tripod as well. It took him only a minute to get it up and the camera filming, so that he could join me on the ground.
Being filmed having sex on a public beach was new to me, I must say. As he started sucking me off, it was all I could do to keep from shooting a load almost on first touch. My usual technique – trying to name all of Ibsen’s plays (no, not aloud) – didn’t work quite as well as usual, but at least it got me from coming just yet. However, this guy did know how to use his tongue, and when he, after a few minutes of intensely pleasurable movements, managed to deep-throat me – I couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’m coming”, I gasped, and he pulled away to see a big load covering my suntanned torso. He licked a few drops off my chest and a few drops off my cock.
Now it was his time, of course. He got my feet up in the air and tried to penetrate me, but of course we were too dry for that, so he had to use a big amount of spit (probably blended with my cum) just to get it in. He fucked my hard, and I was in a very passive position, I didn’t feel I could do much. I turned my head so that I faced the camera – and then I saw them; two guys watching us from the textile part of the beach. They seemed to be in their early 20s, maybe Asian, and they were obviously paying attention to us. I almost told my new friend, but decided that that would spoil the fun too much. So I just let him go on fucking me, while I looked straight at the two guys. They made no sign of leaving. Then an amazing thing happened. As I was being fucked, I saw that one of the guys across the inlet slid his hand down into his shorts. He started jerking himself off! The other guy seemed a bit taken aback at first, but soon he followed suit. I almost thought I was dreaming, but then my friend brought me back to reality with the words “I’m coming”. He pulled out from me and sent his load over my earlier cum.
When he got up, he saw the guys who had been watching us, and he panicked. So he packed his gear and ran off in a hurry. I almost didn’t get his name, in which case I wouldn’t have been able to get copies of the photos and the videos. I, on the other hand, sat down and watched the two guys come before I went to the water and washed off the cum.
On email, the photographer and I agreed that the photos and the video would not be published anywhere without agreement from both. But I keep looking out for the photos to turn up somewhere, for a voyeur such as him, I think the temptation to post them somewhere will turn out to be too big. And although I’m scared to death that the photos will become public and be seen by friends and family, the exhibitionist in me actually hopes he does.
