A Circle of Friends

A while back ago, a boyfriend and I attended a party at the house of some friends who were throwing a celebration for another couple we know who were about to welcome a newborn child into their lives (surrogate mother, donated egg, their own sperm). It was not a traditional baby shower, thankfully, but more of a cocktail party with gifts and cheer for the couple actualizing their dream.  It was a pleasant, but tame, gathering for a Saturday night, with about 40 or so guests.  About 11:30 or so, the parents-to-be went home, and the crowd dwindled down to just eight guys, including the couple who had hosted the party.  We all began to pitch-in with the post-party clean-up, which with eight sets of helping hands, didn't take very long.  

It was still early enough to go out to the late-night bars and nightclubs if one really wanted, but none of us really wanted to go.  Five of other guys still there with me I knew quite well, and two of them I had just met that evening.  The hosts were not anxious for us to go home, and we all were enjoying one another's company, laughing, joking, and telling stories.  No one was even close to being drunk, but we had all been drinking some over the course of the evening, and spirits were high. There was a vibe.  

We had become very "handsy" with one another, and no one was minding.  I playfully unfastened a couple of top buttons on the shirt of one of the guys I had met several times before to admire his very generous chest hair.  That small gesture was all it took to set the others in motion.  Within two minutes, the eight of us were naked, hard, and ready to blow off some steam.  It was a good-looking group, with everyone some shade of handsome and fit, which no doubt was fueling everyone's urge to have some fun.  I don't make my aversion to little dicks any secret on this blog, and that aversion was not an issue for me in this group.  My boyfriend and I were the best hung, but no one had shrimp meat.  Truthfully, except for the two guys I had met for the first time earlier that evening, I had seen the other guys naked previously at a pool party and already knew them to be reasonably well equipped.  The new guys were adequately sized, too, one notably better than adequate.  

Everyone stood in a group facing one another, with one arm around wrapped around the back of a neighbor and the hand of his other arm wrapped around his own dick.  Each guy spent a lot of time beating his own dick, but also trading hand-jobs with every other guy.  We played a round-robin game where each guy got down of his knees and, in circular procession, sucked everyone else's dick while the others watched and beat off, cheerfully offering playful observations, directives, and advice. In the end, when silent agreement dictated it was time, each guy came by his own hand, looking at everybody else.  Everyone waited for everyone else to finish, egging each other on, appreciating everyone's load.  Most of us didn't waste the opportunity to lick up some jizz from our own fingers or from the fingers or spent dick of another guy.  Jubilantly, we helped the hosts clean up the quart of spunk that had spilled on the floor, put our clothes back on, and said our good-nights.  Since then, we have all become good buddies.   

By no means was this experience my first, or my most recent, group romp -- far from it.  As group sex goes, it was pretty mild stuff.  I particularly enjoyed the dynamics, though.  None of us had gone to the party that evening expecting anything like that to occur.  We simply were a bunch of guys, feeling horny and jovial, who seized the opportunity to get off with one another before calling it a night.  It was spontaneous.  It was easy.  It was fun.  It forged new friendships and brought guys who already knew and liked one another closer together.  

There are so many things about being a man I appreciate.  And, as a gay man, I truly cherish the way many gay men can enjoy sexual release with each other in an uncomplicated and natural way, without jealousy and inhibitions.  When we are open to such experiences, they can help us form deeper male bonds with one another.  We can become better friends, better lovers, and better men.  So, to any guy reading this who often finds himself holding back, I encourage you to loosen your reserve.  Whip it out. Drop your pants. Get naked.  Robustly enjoy fraternity with men you like and admire.  It's the Clan of Men way.