After I had known Peter for a few weeks, he invited me along to a party near Baltimore. He didn’t describe the party very much ahead of time, except to say that it was an all-male nudist event in someone’s home and many of his friends would be there. I had been before to a couple of gay nudist parties and they seemed pretty much like any other party, with people standing around, holding drinks and chatting, except there’s a penis everywhere you look.
At first this party seemed the same as those other ones. We undressed and put our clothes in the paper shopping bags our host thoughtfully provided, got ourselves drinks, and chatted with the other guests.
But after a while we noticed guests began disappearing down to the basement, so Peter and I followed them. The basement rooms had been set up for sex play with mattresses, benches, condoms, lube, and towels. Men had coagulated into duos or groups, touching or groping or sucking on the nearest cock. It was a little like the balcony scene at the WUST Dark Dance, but with throw pillows and track lighting.
In one dimly lit room a very handsome young guy, looking somewhat drunk, stoned, or both, laid naked on his back on a gym weight bench, his legs up in the air. He was being fucked by line of men, variously stroking themselves to maintain their erections, none of whom I could see wore a condom (maybe they put one on when I wasn’t looking).
Weight Bench was obviously enjoying his success in getting serviced by the queue, steering each successive cock into his ass, then lying back as he got bred, his legs waving on high (so to speak). I’d never seen a gang bang in real life, and rarely on a big gay porn screen. I thought it was a little scary, but people make their choices.
Peter and I stood watching the naked orgy massing around us. Despite the atmosphere of arousal getting me aroused, I wasn’t sure quite what to do. I wasn’t about to join the fuck line for Weight Bench.
Then Peter waved over his friend William from Baltimore, a cute guy with a goatee and who seemed to take an instant liking to me, smiling and sliding one hand around my waist, pulling our hips together. The three of us ended up kissing and feeling each other up until William and I went off to a corner to do more feeling up and jerking off while Peter, apparently now my wing man, disappeared. It was sort-of fun, partly because the room was so unprivate and partly because William was cute and he was really getting into playing with me.
After making each other cum, William and I split up and I went back upstairs and sat on the couch (on a towel, as once instructed about nudist etiquette), not really watching whatever was on the TV as other guests pulled on their clothes and left. I didn’t notice when William left. Peter found me and we got dressed and left before it got much later.
I occasionally saw William around DC and he was friendly enough, but didn’t show any further interest in playing.