Thursday, March 16, 2006

Sex and the City, Part II

I was 18, living on my own for the first time and just beginning to explore the limits of my new-found freedom and adulthood. My social circle almost entirely consisted of 'Netters' and during this time I dated, went to parties, experimented with substances like alcohol and marijuana, and started exploring my sexuality.

The BBS/chat system I used regularly would let members post event announcements. At some point, I took notice of an announcement for a bi-monthly pansexual orgy. All the details were explained: it was being hosted in a play environment with amenities such as a dungeon and a hot tub, it was bisexual, men and women welcome, safe play encouraged. I didn't know what 'pansexual' meant, but the idea of going to a sex party both turned me on and made me intensely curious. I really wanted to go, but there was no way I would go by myself. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of anyone I could ask, so after I fully mulled over the whole thing, the idea got shelved.

There were one or two more announcements as the months went by, and while I still very much was interested in going, I still couldn't fathom attending alone and hadn't yet found someone who would be game for attending with me. I had been platonically hanging out with a Netter named John and not long after another one of the orgy notices had been posted, the subject came up in conversation one night at a coffee shop. Now that I think on it, I believe John was the one posting the announcements and I probably asked him about it. He expressed a desire to go, and I mentioned that I had been interested in going, too. After some discussion, we decided that we would go together and began to excitedly make our plans for the evening.

The night of the party rolled around and I was very nervous. I was still not properly relieved of my virginity and while I didn't entirely rule out the possibility, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be having sex that night. I was on the precipice my sexual awakening and still quite inexperienced and scared. I mostly wanted to watch. I wasn't entirely sure what to expect, but on the bus ride there, John assured me that the atmosphere was very relaxed and that I wouldn't have to do anything I didn't want. He told me I could simply say "no, thank you" if I wasn't interested in a play proposition, and that no one would be offended.

We got off the bus and as we walked the quiet lamp-lit streets, my heart was pounding. All I could think was, "What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?" I followed him a few blocks to a nice but rather unassuming house in a decent neighborhood. From the normal exterior, you would never guess what was going on inside!

John checked in with me as we ascended the steps and I assured him I was fine, but the truth was, my heart was racing and I was petrified. However, I am an adventurer at heart and I was absolutely determined to go through with this, if simply for the story I could tell later. So he knocked on the door, which opened and a man greeted us. There was a door leading to a side room behind him to the right, and several people milled around the hallway just beyond. The man was very nice and apparently we had chosen the right night to attend because he told us that the evening was 'two for one', and after splitting the cost with John, all I ended up paying was $10.

He ushered us through the door in the foyer into a small room that was crowded with a desk, cubbyholes, coat pegs, and people's clothes and belongings. The woman behind the desk took our money and handed us brown paper grocery bags. I glanced at John and tried to figure out why I needed a paper bag. He started to unbutton his shirt. I must have looked confused because the woman said, "Put your clothes in there and find a spot anywhere in here to leave them."

Immediately, I panicked. "Wait...what?! I have to be naked?!"

I'm a pretty shy person and I have never loved my body, so the thought of a cold-blooded strip-down and subsequent nude parading in front of strangers was enough to flip me out. I was so freaked out, I can't even remember the details of the discussion that followed my question, other than to say I was eventually assured I could wear a towel. Relieved, I calmed down and accepted my towel, then proceeded to self-consciously strip right there while getting as un-naked as possible. John was comfortable being naked and decided to forgo a towel, so by the time I finished, John was standing there in all his glory.

I should mention that, starting not long after we set off, John had been telling me throughout the evening that I was beautiful, something he had never said to me before and which struck me as fairly opportunistic. It seemed to me that he was hoping I might oblige him when we got to the party. As he stood there naked, the way he looked at me confirmed these suspicions. When we were properly undressed, the man that had greeted us gave us a short run-down on the facilities and where everything was located.

I can't pinpoint when exactly I started being turned on by kink, but I figure I must have been exposed to it during high school because at 18, the thought of an orgy was more arousing and intriguing than it was shocking. All I know is that my embarrassment and self-consciousness faded as my curiosity took over and as we stepped out of the room ventured deeper into the rest of the house, my eyes were roaming wildly in order to take everything in.

At the end of the hall, but just before the living room, was a cutaway square hole in the floor with a fireman's pole in the center that lead downstairs. I peered down there in an attempt to get some idea of what I had gotten myself into, while simultaneously trying to figure out the hows and whys of sliding down the pole. I also tried to wrap my head around the idea of sliding down a pole naked. Ha.

We came out of the hallway into the open kitchen and living room. To the left, in the living area, were a few men occupying the couch and chairs and watching a porn video playing on the large-screen TV. They noted our arrival, surveyed the prospects, and gradually returned their attention to the porn. There were assorted refreshments on the kitchen counters, which we passed as we walked closer to the glass sliding doors leading to the backyard. I was busy looking around and taking everything in, so I simply followed John's direction.

John stepped through the glass doors and we went down some wooden stairs. At the bottom of the steps was the hot tub, which a couple of people were enjoying. We turned back toward the house and went down another set of steps to the bottom floor, into 'the dungeon'. The basement was almost entirely open, save for a doorless room on the far street side.

This is the part of the story where my mind started to get blown. We stepped into the basement 'dungeon' and it was truly an orgy for the senses. So much was happening around me! There were probably 20 or 30 people there in total, and most of them were involved in doing dirty things with one another. As we came through the door, directly in front of us was a hip-height padded table upon which a naked man was kneeling on his hands and knees. I can't even remember the gender of his partner because I was so fascinated by what they were doing. I watched as the partner put on latex gloves, lubed up, and slowly began the process of anal fisting. This was the first of many things I had heard about, but never actually seen or tried.

Ahead of us to the left were semi-private partitioned spaces with mattresses on the floor. The partitions were the kind you use for office cubicles, made with enough space for other people to walk through and stand to watch the action. I figured it was for people who didn't want to have sex in front of everyone, but were okay with a few people as an audience. We took a quick tour through these, and John flopped down on a mattress while making some semi-joking suggestions. I was definitely turned on by everything at that point, so I have to admit that I considered fucking John at various times throughout the night. However, I didn't think it was a good idea to sleep with John and standing there in the cubicles, I just couldn't picture myself having sex in front of all those people.

I was eager to explore, so we wandered back out. There was a room I hadn't noticed when we came in, on the same wall and recessed under the stairs we had come down. Party lights lent an orangey-pink glow to the room and when I peeked in, I realized everyone in there was male. It seemed to be pretty happening; there were several men in there, some on a couch, some standing, some on the floor. All naked, all stroking each other's cocks. I felt another pang of desire. I admit I like gay porn, and watching a guy jerk off (or get jerked off) really turns me on. I wanted to stand there and watch them, but I felt kind of weird about it, like it was a boys' club and I was an intruder. They kept looking at me and I took that to mean they wanted to me to go away.

To the right side of the door we entered was an open area that might have had mattresses on the floor because people were fucking there. There was a loose group of people watching and slowly touching themselves. We walked toward the back, past the padded table and cubicle rooms to the room on the far end of the dungeon. On the way, I spied a leather sex sling suspended from the ceiling, so we went over to it and I made John explain to me how it worked. I definitely liked the idea; it turned me on and I made a mental note to try it at some point.

We went into the room on the far end of the dungeon and it was full of kinky bondage equipment. I'm sure there were other things, but I was quite fascinated by the cage and the rack, which apparently captured all of my attention because those are the only things I remember. John and I joked and talked a little bit about everything, and then for fun, he crawled into the cage and I shut it. I began to feel a little weird about playing with him in there, knowing he wanted more and knowing I didn't want to go there with him. When he got out of the cage, then asked me to stretch him on the rack. I agreed somewhat reluctantly and he climbed onto the contraption. I strapped down his wrists and ankles and then began to turn the wheel beside his head.

(To Be Continued..)