Fuck, I'm actually going to do this. Fin was only 18 when he first fantasized about it; then, a month later, he took the leap.
"I read about it in a local listings magazine. I was nervous as hell. I hardly ever left my sleepy suburb for the city, but on the day I did, I went into an adult video store, flipped through this zine and, boom, there was a listing for a sex party," he said in a low voice over the phone.
"Can you hear me?" he asked, "My mom and dad are in the next room, and I'd be in so much trouble if they overheard me telling you this," he told me.
"Yes," I said and Fin went on, telling me the entire story—R.T.
I stuffed the free magazine into the inside pocket of my leather jacket and darted out into the rainy day, then to the subway for the bus station. On the bus back home, I leaned my head against the window, hornier than I'd ever been as I stared at the landscape that blurred by.
Later, I jotted down the time, date, and address of the party that promised (as the ad stated) 'to be worth waiting a week without jerking off for.'
I was so nervous.
Then the day finally arrived. It wasn't raining this time, and I sat on the bus, hard as rock in my jeans that evening, and finally emerged into the city. Once on foot, I made my way to the anonymous black door on 8th Ave., buzzed, and heard the unlatch of the lock that allowed me passage inside a dark room that smelled of sex.
As my eyes adjusted to the blue black light I realized I was staring at a man locked in sex with a hauntingly younger blond woman—while he was performing fellatio on a man who was standing in front of his face. All three of them groaned with pleasure and need.
I didn't know where to begin, or if I should run out of there. My stomach was nauseous with sexual terror—and arousal. I went deeper into the club, past many more foursomes and threesomes and couples, all twisted and feeding upon each other, until I found three men and one woman who had just begun to undress. She locked in on my scared eyes.
Fuck, I thought, I'm actually going to do this.
Thankfully, she undressed me, and never took her stare away from mine. I was now nude, and nervous, when she led me to the men who as she went down on me began to suck my lips and my nipples and massage my buttocks. Somehow, we all found this unifying rhythm as we became intertwined in what felt like hours of urgent hungry sex.
I was covered in everyone else's cum when I finally climaxed, all of us spreading and smearing and gliding our hands around our bodies with it, lovingly, knowing we would never see each other again—or if we did, we might nod, and grin knowingly as we passed the other on the street.
That night, I slept with my head, heavy with an afterglow, against the window of the bus, lulled by the hum of the massive engine carrying me home.
