I didn’t know exactly what to expect upon passing through the seemingly innocuous 8th floor hotel room door. A man opened it cautiously before making sure I was on the list and ushering me inside. I was at a gay orgy, so I’ll never understand why I was surprised to see twenty–or–so naked men lounging around the hotel room. A mix of Avicii and other generic club music emanated from the depths of the room, 90s–era gay porn was playing on both of the room's two TVs and a string of multicolored Christmas lights had been strung up as some gesture towards mood–lighting.
There was a definite contingent of regular orgy–goers who knew each other; they were standing around the bar, chatting quietly and making vodka–cranberries in the nude. Amidst a volley of less–than–furtive come–hither gazes from some of the men in the room, I made my way to the bar while disrobing ever so slowly. Despite the orgy organizers’ claims of “exclusivity” and “high standards,” most of the men… left something to be desired. Luckily, I spotted a guy who seemed a cut above the rest, I’d guess around six foot two, bangin’ bod—just delicious. We naturally gravitated towards each other and paired off, finding a spot at the foot of the king–sized bed. Our hookup became a spectacle of sorts, with men unashamedly jacking off to the proceedings. Apparently it is within orgy code to shove one’s dick in the face of an unsuspecting orgy participant. At one point a man simply laid his on my face—I wasn’t having any of it.
My orgy experience consisted primarily of hooking up with the one hot boy I could find while most everyone else watched. I think this orgy will be my last. But besides that, I think what struck me most was how unaware the other hotel guests were of what was going on. The orgy room looked, from the outside, like any other hotel room. Other than a steady stream of men entering the room, nothing would alert a passerby of what was going on. Next time you stay in a hotel, just know that there were probably twenty gay men having sex in the bed you’re sleeping in. Sweet dreams.
