Apparently, ordinary people sometimes get naked and touch each other. Sets of fingers, two, three, five, intertwine. Sometimes a group of ordinary people get naked and touch each other. Before last night I thought only celebrities (and maybe hippies) did this. My eyes are wide open and now I look at others wondering what's really going on. Never before would I think that people I know do things like this. It's just incredible what happens in this great city of New York.

Saturday night I went out with a couple friends and people I don't know. It was Linda's birthday party/bar hop. I met up with Andrea, someone who's quickly becoming one of my best friends, before heading downtown to first bar. Bourbon and Coke was my drink, gin and tonic was Andrea's. Everyone at the bar looked like they fell out of an Abercrombie + Fitch and/or Beer ad. I felt out of place and left early. Actually, that was only one reason for leaving early. The weather was perfect. Andrea and I strolled to the subway and I sighed and floated and loved the city.

Now, a friend of mine was having this special meeting at his place. Problem was, Andrea knows him as well and they live in the same neighborhood. I couldn't up and invite her because it was so personal and I couldn't tell her I was going there because she may've wanted to tag along. It was weird and awkward and, where I'm usually not that bad, I flopped at lying to her.

"Upper Westside ...uh sorry. I meant east. Upper Eastside"

When I got to my friend's everyone was already naked except for one girl, who kept her bra and panties on. Seven people, people I know, were on my friend's bed. He greeted me with open arms and I entered into another dimension it seemed. He looked as good naked as I figured he would. He mentioned, as I unbuttoned my shirt, that he had been wanting to see me naked for quite sometime then asked if I was nervous.

"Uh oh. Well I wasn't until you said that."

Everyone chuckled.

My jeans fell to the floor and I took three steps across the room and sat on a chair in my boxer briefs. I watched. I watched and tried not to stare at naked tangle on the bed. Hairy legs, smooth legs, men, women. I was excited but not erect. I was glad for that. I took my underwear off and threw them over to my heap of clothes. I sat on the bed. I was touched. I touched back. I ran my fingers up and down this girl's legs while she played with my hair and ran her hand down my back. Things were a bit more intense with two other guys sandwiched between two guys. Light touches and roaming fingers.

The girl who was still in her underwear left and soon after a couple (guy and girl) left. There were six of us left and we all seemed giddy. I was surprised at how comfortable the guys were (since I assume they're all straight) with other guys (me mostly.) My fingers often became intertwined with one particular guy and after a while I boldly went for his cock. Running my finger along the underside, feeling it throb wildly with my touch. I touched him a lot while I ran my other hand over then under a girl. A different girl from the one I touched earlier. I was a porn star, suddenly and goodly. I was a renaissance man. I was multi-talented and multi-tasked.

Things turned around after a bit so we all had more room on the bed/arena. My friend knelt at the edge of the bed, over my favorite guy and stroked his cock, then both at once. I took over for a bit, stroking them both at once, flicking my tongue over my friend's right nipple, while my favorite guy tenderly fingered a girl, who worked on my friend's left nipple. Caring is sharing and sharing, it seems, comes full circle. Details are a bit blurry but I remember spooning with the other girl with my friend behind me. There was no intercourse. Positions slowly faded into each other. Moaning, smiling, occasional giggling and a few trips to the kitchen for a drink of water.