We meet on the street

We meet on the street as old friends, and he told me his friend was having an orgy. He invited me to come. “Sure, what time, what place?” He said, “ Around 8:00Pm.” I arrived at 8:00. It was one of those new red brick buildings, very square. There were a good handful of young guys already there, and there was my friend. The owner of the apartment was an elderly guy, wearing this elaborate dressing gown, sitting in a grand wing chair. I noticed everyone sitting around chatting. This was my first orgy on a large scale; more guys seemed to pour in as the evening went on. I noticed to my surprised the door was never locked, which made me a little nervous. As I sat there in the living room, I could feel curious eyeballs roaming, and I thought to my self, “ How does something like this get started?” Well, no sooner did the thought finish, than my friend stood right up in front of everyone and stripped! Well everyone followed like firemen sliding down the pole. For the next four hours, guys were everywhere- sofa, floors, halls, bathroom, hanging from the shower rod, under the tables, over the tables, in the closets, under the sink, and forget about the bed! Halfway through the evening I noticed the owner sitting there with an old friend talking his ear off, while this “Rite of Spring” was whirling through the male odors. He just seemed to sit there all evening in a state of worry talking about his dining room table that never arrived from Bloomingdale’s.