I’m not sure quite how you define an orgy. Many people at a bathhouse or cruise club - as good as those are - don’t seem to fit the bill. Nor do simple threesomes. I guess more than 5 people and held at a special time and place, not just a regular opening of sex premises. Not a great definition but I I guess you recognise an orgy when you see it.
I think my first orgy was in Washington DC in the late-1990s. I’d registered to get the address, turned up to the apartment, stripped and put my clothes in a cardboard box, and wandered around the place which was someone’s home with sheets protecting the furniture. Two images stick in my mind 25 years later. First, guys were barebacking at the height of the AIDS crisis. I was shocked. Second, guys were lining up to fuck this slight, pale, young twink, one after the other. Again rather shocking if also arousing. He looked a bit wasted and he leant on me for support while being fucked standing up, without me he’d probably have keeled over. I admit that once the line was satisfied I fucked him, it seemed only polite.
I later went to a series of orgies over a period of several years in Sydney with the first in 2017. Although usually I scored only a fraction of the sex some of the other guys were getting I was pleased to see a picture from the organisers of a room full of naked guys with hardons and I was in the centre as the only guy being fucked at that time.
The only guy being fucked at that minute.
Actually the cute young Asian guy who was fucking me at that time stayed all evening flipping with me. At the end of the orgy he offered to drive me to my hotel which was hilariously a Japanese-style capsule hotel. We sneaked in with sleeping people, guys and girls, below and alongside my pod. Nonetheless I managed to fuck and breed him in the capsule and he slipped away back to his car.
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