Story

The Orgy

“Well, not exactly a vacation, as in going on a trip, sightsee and all. But something different. Let’s have an orgy,” Mars says, sitting on the sofa, his beard betraying a tiny chunk of peanut butter.

It is not easy to organize an orgy, if not cautious enough, it could be a nightmare both logistically and emotionally. The first and foremost ingredient is the people who would want to be part of group sex. You may get many interesting candidates for the fun weekend, but who would be the right fit – that’s altogether a different matter. Leo and Mars had just gotten back to their city, ever grey and wet. Fully recovered from jetlag and all the tiredness, they were back at it again. The sofa in the hall carried their bodies, Leo on top of Mars, Mars’ face squinting, a grim face with an occasional smile, his cock inside Leo. The humidity in the room made their bodies sweat, Leo’s back rubbed against Mars’ hairy chest. He was supposed to shave it today. Leo raised his arm up, Mars sniffed his pits, his hands tightened his grip on Mars’ legs, to keep him in a nice, balanced position. They have done it several times on this sofa, an old sofa, a symbol of their first romance and fuck. The sofa had been cleaned, and renovated many times that it would be impossible to say it was the same object, the same sofa that witnessed their first lovemaking. But it retained that creaking noise, that incessant, rhythmic sound, whenever they were on top of it, merrily fucking.

“I have an idea. Before we go back to our routine life, let’s have another vacation,” Mars says, getting off the sofa. He puts on his T-shirt and goes to the kitchen, his half-erect dick wet, dripping the last bits of cum. He toasts two slices of bread himself, spreading a thick layer of peanut butter, and starts eating. He was feeling hungry. Do you want some, he asks Leo, still on the sofa lying down, relishing the hormonal surge in his body. He shakes his head no. No, he didn’t want to eat anything now.

What do you mean by going on another vacation, he mumbles to Mars.

“Well, not exactly a vacation, as in going on a trip, sightsee and all. But something different. Let’s have an orgy,” Mars says, sitting on the sofa, his beard betraying a tiny chunk of peanut butter.

“Group sex? Are you sure?” Leo asks. There’s a hint of surprise in his voice. It’s been a long time since he’s been with another man besides Mars. But he finds the idea interesting and exciting. “Have you ever had group sex? Like a foursome, or a threesome?”

They park the idea for now and move on to their daily chores. They have to prepare lunch. They have to do laundry also, so many clothes were waiting to be washed.

Mars tends to their plants that were neglected while they were away. The potful of Sansevieria had flowered. Have you ever seen flowers in a snake plant? Mars wonders, bending down to check the plants, his shorts, low waist, showing a bit of his behind. “Threesome, yes, a few times,” Leo replies, continuing their earlier conversation. “Foursome, once. Not more than that. A couple of visits at the gay spa but it wasn’t an orgy.”

“How about you? Have you ever had group sex?” Leo asks, concluding the inspection of his tiny garden on the balcony. The neighboring apartment was silent.

Lunch was ready: pasta with sauteed vegetables, mushrooms and meat. It was the quickest thing to cook. They sat and ate their lunch, checking their phones occasionally. There was a knock on the door. Mars got up. It was the next-door neighbor, a hunk of a guy, asking if they can feed his fish in his absence for two days while he is out of town for work. Sure, no worries, Mars replies.

“Have you met the neighbor yet? Seems a nice chap,” he asks Leo.

“Not yet, but have seen him around, good-looking and hot. Should we invite him for our upcoming orgy?” Leo asks jokingly.

“Sure, why not, if he is up for it. Besides he looks pretty gay to me,” Mars responds gleefully. He wouldn’t spare a man in the world his fantasies.

“So yeah, I have been to an orgy before, only once. It was a long time ago…” Mars seems to have just remembered Leo’s earlier question.

**

It was 5 years ago, much before I met you. I wasn’t new to the city but somewhat new to the scene. I was still figuring it out so, I wasn’t meeting anyone much. I had a friend, Raj, whom I had been meeting regularly. We both were horny and young. He had a farmhouse just outside of the city where we would go some weekends. He once asked if I would be interested in joining in on some group fun. I had never been with more than one guy, together, so it was new for me. It sounded interesting. Imagine a sea of naked men, making out, fucking. I was game for it. Plus, I had just submitted my thesis and there was still some time before I would start my new job. I hardly knew anyone here, so Raj did most of the work in finding the guys. He texted a few acquaintances, called a few fuck buddies. Finally, we were supposed to be a total of nine people together, though two guys backed out last minute. They had some other commitments come up that day.

The farmhouse stood in the middle of a large piece of land, apparently owned by Raj’s father. The walled boundary was paired with a line of big, billowing, green trees, their roots deep in the earth for many years. The rest of the land wasn’t particularly maintained. The wildflowers, plants, and shrubs, tangled with vines, crowded the land. The monsoons had started, the rains would come in the evening, and after the shower, fireflies moving into the space, in a sort of Brownian motion, would light up the moist surroundings. We reached there on a Friday afternoon. I couldn’t help in finding the interesting parties, so I offered to be co-host. I made fruit punch and vodka jelly. We got some snacks and food. I borrowed a small projector from a friend. We would play some movies, regular or porn, on the walls of the hall in the farmhouse, to make our sweaty trysts more stimulating. We were sincere hosts, so who wouldn’t want to join us?

The guests came around eleven in the morning. Sam, Dean and John came together. Rahul, who didn’t live very far from the farmhouse, came on his bike. Raj’s friend Sameer was a tad bit late. It was only by coincidence that he became part of the orgy. Sameer was visiting the city for work and wanted to party over the weekend. He pinged Raj if they could hang out on Saturday and Raj pitched the idea of the group. The six of us started with a tour of the property, each with a glass of punch, fumes of whiskey and rum, with the aroma of fruits. Once back inside, we settled ourselves. We put together a bunch of mattresses and a few chairs in the big hall next to the equally big kitchen space. The counter was topped with bowls of snacks and food.

Before we got to do our thing, we felt it’d be a better idea to get to know each other. By this time, everyone had changed into comfortable clothing. Though, clothing was optional today. Sam and Dean were business partners, John was Sam’s cousin. I didn’t ask which level of cousin he was. Rahul was a student, in the final year of his post-graduation, and a part-time artist. He showed me a few pictures of his artwork, mostly portraits, commissioned works. Raj, well, we all knew him, he was supporting his father in their family business. I was just a petty researcher, nothing fancy. We discussed the various positions that we enjoy. It wasn’t just a matter of luck that we were all versatile, but thanks to Raj himself.

The sun was out, and it was a little humid. The high roof of the hall kept the temperature a little cooler. Rahul and John had removed their trunks and Rahul was on his knees blowing John. Sam got up and joined Rahul, sitting on his knees, slobbering all over John’s balls and Rahul’s face. Dean came to me, removed my t-shirt, and played with my nipples. My dick hardened like a log. He felt it over the cloth of my shorts, and pulled it out, my thighs tickled with each throb that my hard penis took. We kissed, we rimmed. Raj and Sam were making out in the kitchen, Raj put some ice cream on Sam’s dick, licking it off, the sensation of cold ice cream and his warm mouth must have felt surreal. Sameer called, he had just arrived, and he was at the gate. Raj put on his clothes, walked to the gate, and opened it for Sameer. There was nobody else on the property beside us; Raj had sent the caretaker for a little holiday for the weekend.

Sameer was in his formals. He had come straight from a brunch with his prospective clients. His dark green shirt fit neatly over his body, his nipples erect. I walked over to him, licked his nipples, wetting his shirt. I bit them maybe a little too hard. He said, gently please. He touched my neck to stop me from biting. His touch felt warm and fuzzy. His eyes, sweet and dulcet, flickered with a sweet admonition. I felt a strange attraction towards him, familiar and alluring. Raj offered him a seat and a glass of water. He gulped it down. His Adam’s apple throbbed, a few sweat beads condensed in the little hollow of his neck. I had never felt so parched before.

He washed up and got out of his clothes. His penis, not hard yet, dangled between his hairy legs as he walked around. He surveyed what was happening, deciding carefully whom to join. John was on Raj – they were kissing, their cocks and balls wet with saliva and sweat, rubbing against each other. Sameer decided to join them. He licked John’s ass, parting the hair with his tongue before deep diving. He fucked John with his tongue. I got entangled with Rahul. Sam and Dean were in a corner, emanating the subtle body heat with their shared chemistry. Were they together? They came over to us. Rahul fucked Sam first and then Dean. I watched them, edging myself. I wanted to fully enjoy it, and relish it. The perfume that each of us had worn was wearing off. The house now reeked of perspiration.

We rotated. I was with Sameer and Raj now. They were fucking. I touched their bodies, felt every jerk and shiver in their bodies. The atmosphere seemed to have an ambiguous temperature profile. Not too cold, not too hot. Raj was feeling a little tipsy, he went to the kitchen, drank some water, and ate a handful of chips. I fucked Sameer first. Then he fucked me. We flipped a couple of times. Raj was now on another mattress, alone, a little tired, watching the sex. Mars? My name as a question. Mars, is that you? Sameer asked me again, his cock still inside me. Yes Sameer, it’s me, Mars. How drunk are you? I asked him laughingly. “No Mars, it’s me, Sameer. Sameer.” He was out of me now. I felt a sudden shift in the temperature of the room. I wasn’t sure if everyone else felt the same tension that was taking shape between me and Sameer. “It is me, Sameer. We know each other. Or rather, knew each other”. I remembered him now. Sameer. How could I forget anyone? How can I not remember him? “Sorry, I didn’t recognize you, you seemed to have changed.” I felt sorry, embarrassed. How can I not remember him? I asked myself this time. Sameer was my ex from college. We were together for almost four years. We graduated and moved on with our lives. We might have had a breakup but the details were a little fuzzy in my mind. Still, it was strange not to know that it was him. I had issues recognizing faces and names, but that was with the new acquaintances. He also hadn’t recognized me. It was as if our shared memories, together, were misplaced somewhere, in the deep corners of our minds, in our skins. It was weird that we started reminiscing our past in the middle of an orgy. Most of the crowd was occupied, and didn’t seem to notice us, except Raj who looked at me with a frown. I didn’t really care much. I was overwhelmed and a little tired. Do you want to go out, somewhere else, away from here, I asked Sameer. I couldn’t continue there, and I knew Sameer too felt the same.

It was late afternoon, a little before the rain started, when we left from there. We went to Sameer’s hotel room, had food, and talked about our lives. “I still can’t believe the way we met today”, he said. We were still drunk and horny; we made out in his room. He had his return flight in the morning the next day. I stayed over and saw him off to the airport. I wasn’t sure if I would meet him again. Nevertheless, the ruins of our shared past were exposed again, perchance waiting for a restoration.

It was a month since we’d last met when he called me. “Hey, I am in town. Let me know if we can meet up this weekend.” My job had started by then and I had moved to a new place. I didn’t have any furniture yet. “I may not be free, I have to buy some house stuff. You are welcome to help me with that,” I texted back. We met on Saturday and went to the furniture store. I got a sofa, two chairs, a small dinner table and a bed. Comfortable enough for me. “I didn’t call you all this while because I wasn’t sure if I could meet you. I got a job abroad and I’ll be moving there next week,” he told me while we cuddled. “That’s ok, it’s good that we get to meet before you go,” I told him. His dick tasted familiar once again. We fucked until we got tired. He was taking time to come. “Do we really have to come?” I asked him, trying to make him relaxed. It provides a sense of closure, he said. Maybe we don’t need that, at least not yet. He complained about the sofa making noises and suggested I get it replaced.

**

Leo and Mars planned their upcoming group fun. They wouldn’t invite more than four people. Even five would be a crowd in their apartment. They would ask their guests to bring their own alcohol. They could get some nice lights, they would make playlists of songs that can be played along with all the copulation they were imagining. By Friday, everyone had backed out for one reason or another. In some ways, they were relieved, they were feeling a bit nervous about all this. Maybe we don’t need anyone else, Leo said taking Mars to that misaligned, and somewhat incongruous, sofa. They had the whole night now.

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An alter-ego of K. of The Castle, a novel of Franz Kafka.
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