Sunday, December 19, 2010

200 Orgies and What I’ve Learned – Post #25


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Sunday 12/19/10 2:47 P.M.
At Home

Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes

Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
     --Peart ‘96



On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A gangbang at an orgy

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Two fisting tops
And a gangbang at an orgy

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Three French men
Two fisting tops
And a gangbang at an orgy

On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Four kneeling nerds
Three French men
Two fisting tops
And a gangbang at an orgy

On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Fiiiive gold cock riiiiings
Four kneeling nerds
Three French men
Two fisting tops
And a gangbang at an orgy

On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Six slaves obeying
Fiiiive gold cock riiiiings
Four kneeling nerds
Three French men
Two fisting tops
And a gangbang at an orgy

On the 7th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Seven swingers swinging
Six slaves obeying
Fiiiive gold cock riiiiings
Four kneeling nerds
Three French men
Two fisting tops
And a gangbang at an orgy

On the 8th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Eight jocks a-jerking
Seven swingers swinging
Six slaves obeying
Fiiiive gold cock riiiiings
Four kneeling nerds
Three French men
Two fisting tops
And a gangbang at an orgy

On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Nine cummers cumming
Eight jocks a-jerking
Seven swingers swinging
Six slaves obeying
Fiiiive gold cock riiiiings
Four kneeling nerds
Three French men
Two fisting tops
And a gangbang at an orgy

On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Ten bottoms winking
Nine cummers cumming
Eight jocks a-jerking
Seven swingers swinging
Six slaves obeying
Fiiiive gold cock riiiiings
Four kneeling nerds
Three French men
Two fisting tops
And a gangbang at an orgy

On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Eleven daddies diddling
Ten bottoms winking
Nine cummers cumming
Eight jocks a-jerking
Seven swingers swinging
Six slaves obeying
Fiiiive gold cock riiiiings
Four kneeling nerds
Three French men
Two fisting tops
And a gangbang at an orgy

On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Twelve peepers peeping
Eleven daddies diddling
Ten bottoms winking
Nine cummers cumming
Eight jocks a-jerking
Seven swingers swinging
Six slaves obeying
Fiiiive gold cock riiiiings
Four kneeling nerds
Three French men
Two fisting tops
And a gaaangbaaang at an ooorgyyyyyy



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This year’s New Year’s Eve party will mark 200 orgies I’ve hosted.  Now that’s a lot of loads, eh?  Needless to say, I’ve seen, heard, and learned a lot.

When I began hosting in May of 2009, I wasn’t very concerned with the types of guys I wanted to come; I just wanted enough guys to come.  As the numbers increased, I began to realize the type of party I wanted, and an identity began to develop.  Even though that meant turning guys down and lower numbers, I knew that patience and perserverence would pay off.

They have.  The numbers have been up and the men who come, for the most part, are fun, comfortable, unassuming, and not high-maintenance.  There are plenty of young guys and gym guys who fit this description, and they’ve been coming.  If a guy seems high maintenance to me, I decline the invitation request.  I’m not interested in hosting or attending parties where the men all look the same and spend most of their time walking around, dick-in-hand.  Totally not my scene, even as some guys see my picture and think it is. 

I host orgies, not cruise/stand & pose parties.

Fortunately, I’ve not had many problems, but I have seen a few...interesting things:

1)  On a packed Saturday night, instead of giving his bag of clothes to me to store, this guy put it inside my storage bench in the back room.  Shortly after I found it there and put it in its proper place on the shelf, he asked me where it was, then had an attitude when I told him I relocated it.
2)  Other than lube and poppers, nothing has been taken, except for one rather random thing: a small plastic holder full of Q-Tips. 
3)  A dude walked around fully clothed, with the plastic clothes bag hanging out of his pocket.
4)  The meth head who literally kept forgetting how to put his clothes on.  The last guy here, he was completely fucked up and I couldn’t let him walk out onto the street, so he stayed.  That was last New Year’s Eve.
5)  The three friends who arrived early and acted like they were in their own living room, loud and obnoxious.  That’s the only time I’ve ever really lost it and, fortunately, they were the only ones to witness it.  Needless to say, I kicked them out.


Then there are the guys, fortunately few, who think I’m obligated to play with them.  I’ve got news for you: no one is obligated to play with you...nor with me.  That’s life.

I’ve learned that each and every party is different, what goes up must come down (and vice versa), and only 1-2% of the list shows up for a given party (regardless of whether the list is 100 or 3,000 and this is true for the other parties).  I’ve learned that just one guy can change a party.  I’ve learned to keep it simple, and that it’s important to deliver on a promise.  I’ve learned that gay men understand discretion and the value of these parties, regardless of whether or not they attend.

And I’ve learned not only that I can do this, but that I’m actually really good at it.


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FÜSIONbb&ssbands

The FÜSION concept works.  It’s simple, practical, and effective. 

Baseball style, color-coded wristbands are available if you want to let guys know if you prefer safe or bare. Totally optional. Limits the need for negotions.


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Please note that the New Year’s Eve party has changed from a 9PM start time to 10PM.

Cheers to you and I hope your holidays have been, and continue to be, super-good.

The Örgy Guy

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Parties vs. Online Cruising – Post #24


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Saturday 11/20/10 6:21 P.M.
At Home

“All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage”
     --Peart ’81, borrowing from Shakespeare app. 1599



Orgies are like plays.  The host may set the stage, but the men who come are the characters, determining for themselves the script, the plot and sub-plots (rising action, climax, falling action), as well as how many acts there are. An alleatoric drama, if you will, whereby it’s left largely to chance, with dialogue composed of body language, primal intonations, and perhaps seven or eight oft-repeated words.

Add one more “off” to Off-Off-Broadway.


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Cybercruising is such a hassle.  It seems like it would be an effective and efficient way to hook up: find a match then get together.  Simple.

Well, not really.  Here’s how it usually goes, at least for me, whether throwing an ad on Craig’s List or cruising one of the hook-up sites:

I get messages from guys who say they’re interested.  If I am, too, I reply in kind.  However, while I’m waiting for a response, he’s corresponding with a few other guys and considering who’s the best fit.  Essentially, I’m in line.  So I wait for a response.  Meanwhile, another guy contacts me who’s more my type than the one I already replied to and am still waiting on.  I figure if the first guy doesn’t work out, then this guy is the one I’m going to go with, but I don’t want to tell him I’m waiting on another guy.  Finally, the first guy gets back to me with a question; something like, “u pnp?”  I don’t use meth, and I tell him it’s probably not a match.  While that’s happening, three more guys contact me to hook up.  One of them is my type, but I’ve also got that second guy to get back to, so I do.  He doesn’t read my response right away.  I wait, wondering when I should take a Viagra.  By now, it’s been twenty minutes of cruising.  First guy gets back to me to say it’s OK, we don’t have to party.  As I’m wondering about how serious he is about this (and knowing full-well that he wants someone who does party), two more guys send me a message.  I check the second guy and see he opened my message, but has not gotten back to me.  He’s concurrently corresponding with three other men.  I’ve been put back on hold.  I review the messages and profiles of the other five guys – but wait, another two have contacted me – and find one I’m into.  I’m not sure what to do at this point, but I contact him.  I send a message to the first guy to ask when he can get here, but then I see I’ve finally received a message from the second guy, who wants to know if I shoot big loads.  Realizing this guy is an idiot (I shoot HUGE loads, by the way), I delete his message.  The first guy still hasn’t opened my latest email.  So, I send a message to two guys who’ve contacted me.  All I want to do is hook up before it gets too late.  By now, it’s been forty five minutes of wait-and-see correspondence.  Both new guys get back to me and both are my type.  Now what?  Suggesting we do a threesome will get way too confusing.  While I reply to one of them, asking when he can get here, four more guys hit me up.  Then the first one asks me where I live (it’s listed in my profile).  The second guy shoots me another message, also asking if I’d be into travelling to Inwood for a three-way.  One of the other guys finally gets back to me, but there’s actually nothing written in it.  Then one of the other guys sends me a message with just his phone number.  I’m wondering if I even replied to that guy in the first place.  Finally, after ninety minutes and a list of correspondence with five men, plus eleven others who contacted me, one of the men and I agree that he’ll come here at about 11:15 PM.  It’s now 10:30 and I take that Viagra.  11:00 rolls around and I see he’s still logged on to the site.  I ask if he’s still coming, he doesn’t reply.  So, still wanting to get laid and not wanting to waste this Viagra, I start looking at the other guys who messaged me.  Finally, he gets back to me and says he was in the shower and he’s leaving now. 

But he never shows up.

This is, at least for me, the world of cyber-cruising.  On the rare occasion that I do cybercruise, I hook up sometimes, but a 60% success rate would be pushing it.  I really can’t stand negotiations, endless emails, the bullshit.  That is why, once I discovered parties, I went almost exclusively in that direction.

You may not hook up at a party, but your chances are signifantly increased.  You’re able to do your “shopping” right there, with a number of guys and types to choose from.  No pictures and words in a profile, just the real deal being played out right in front of you.

Hopefully, you’ll spend a few hours of extremely hot, dream-like sex with a lot of different guys.  At the very least, you’ll have a night out, being treated to a very privileged form of performance art.

Regardless, it’s better than waiting ‘til it’s too late, then having to admit defeat and beat off after that dude stood you up.

Come to the party yo.

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FÜSIONbb&ssbands

The reason I've had separate parties for safe/bb is because I want guys to have as little negotiating to do as possible.   I don't like being at a party and having to figure out if a potential bottom is safe or bare. It can be a letdown for both guys if it's not a match. FÜSION addresses this.

It also brings together the men from both halves of my email list.

Baseball style, color-coded wristbands are available if you want to let guys know if you prefer safe or bare. Totally optional. Limits the need for negotions.

The first two will be on Tuesday 11/23 and Wednesday 11/24.  There will be no party on Thanksgiving Thursday, the only Thursday in the year that there isn’t a party here.

I wish you all a very happy and safe Thanksgiving.


The Örgy Guy

Thursday, November 18, 2010

First FÜSION Party Scheduled: Tues, 11/23





The first three FÜSION parties will be Tues 11/23, Wedn 11/24, and Tues 11/30.

The reason I've had separate parties for safe/bb is because I want guys to have as little negotiating to do as possible.  I don't like being at a party and having to figure out if a potential bottom is my type or not.  It can be uncomfortable if it's not a match.  

I just want guys to do what they want with as few barriers as possible.







FÜSIONSS&BB
Baseball style wrist bands are available to let guys know if you’re safe or not. Wearing one is totally optional. Limits the need for negotions. 

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

New Party Concept: FÜSION

FÜSIONSS&BB
Baseball style wrist bands are available to let guys know if you’re ss or bb. Wearing one is totally optional. Limits the need for negotions. 
I’ll schedule the first one (possibly replacing one on the current schedule) when the delivery of the wristbands gets here.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

In Memoriam, Safe Sex Parties, More – Post #23

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Saturday 10/30/10 4:30 P.M.

At Home

“Horizon to horizon

Memory written on the wind

Fading away like an hourglass

Grain by grain

Swept away like voices in a hurricane

In a vapor trail

In a vapor trail”

--Peart ‘01


Most of us who go to sex parties keep it separated from our everyday lives. Well...maybe not me as much, but most of you. And sometimes, for various reasons, regulars stop coming. They move, they get boyfriends (some of whom have met here), they need a change-of-scenery. Unless he tells me, I just get the picture over time, not having seen him in a while.

But recently I did find out.

A friend and party regular died suddenly last week at his home. With continued respect for his privacy, I will not mention his name.

We who knew him are shocked and sadenned. He was well-liked and is already missed. When I was first going to sex parties, I admired how he could walk in, find a bottom, and immediately get busy. I wanted to be able to that, rather than have to take an hour to warm up.

Then I learned his secret and adopted it: Viagra.

You’ll be missed for a long time, buddy. Especially bottoms. Peace and thank you for the memories. I hope we brought some extra joy to your life. I know you brought joy to ours...

I’ve got video of it. :)

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The parties have recently gone green. We’re re-using the clothes bags, at least until they’re torn, and using stacks of real bar towels rather than paper towels. Please don’t throw them in the garbage and definitely don’t throw them in the toilet.

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I’ve been living here for eighteen months and have never once stopped up the toilet, myself. It occasionally gets stopped up during parties, which I’d always been able to remedy easily with a small plunger. Last Thursday, however, was a different case.

A case which cost me $330 (and a bathroom run to Manatus Diner) to repair.

I have to take responsibility for it because I let strangers into my home. You take chances by coming, I take chances by letting you in. But part of my responsibility is to try to keep it from happening (again).

And so, to the toiletly challenged, I give you,

“How to Take a Shit in 3 Easy Steps!”

#1 Open lid and look inside. If yellow and/or brown, feel free to flush it down, but if full of paper (or anything else foreign), don’t wait for later. Contact the host to fish it out.

#2 Shit.

#3 When you’re confident the act of shitting is accomplished (and nothing foreign came out of your ass), you will wipe. Unless your asshole is the side of a donut, you will only need four or five squares of toilet paper. The subsequent wipes should require fewer squares, like three or four. Wipe thorougly three times, then check to see if more will be required. If it is one of those endless wipes, which may demand more than four wipes, flush the toilet before continuing [you may want to squat upward unless you want misty balls]. Repeat as necessary.


I was pissed when it happened, but I hope whoever did it had some sort of Lucy or Niles Moment in the bathroom. A story to be told at cocktail parties. By people he's never even met.

For generations to come.

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The last three PEÄK parties drew relatively small crowds. Like too small for my liking. As a host of all-male orgies, I have the responsibility to provide safe sex parties. Therefore, I will and would not stop them, but I may need to schedule fewer. I will wait until after this Tuesday’s PEÄK party to come up with the rest of the November schedule.

If you want to support the safe sex parties, please let me know by coming on Tuesday. Thanks.

The Örgy Guy

Sunday, October 24, 2010

As an Attendee – Post #22

Sunday 10/24/10 2:39 P.M.

At Home


“The impulse is pure

Sometimes our circuits get shorted

By external interference

Signals get crossed

And the balance distorted

By internal incoherence”

--Peart ‘81

The weather here was beautiful, this morning and early afternoon. I figured I’d be writing this on the pier, but I need to bang this out and I don’t have time for distractions.

Besides, the clouds have invaded.

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I went to a sex party, Friday night. I stayed for a few hours and had a decent time – nothing overwhelming. I think I fucked four or five guys.

Some guys there probably thought I’m stuck up. I'm not the type to play with everyone and a lot of the time I’m just not ready. It usually takes me some time to get warmed up, when I first get to a party, and that often happens from watching other guys having sex. That also helps me to determine if I’m a match with someone; he’s gotta be able to take me.

If I’m fucking a guy and another guy (or guys) is getting off on touching me, that’s usually fine, but when the finger starts working it’s way to my ass...well...I move his hand away. If it happens a second time, I move it away again. If there’s a third, I’ll turn around. I mean no offense; I just don’t want that finger up my ass is all.

I’ve been “accused” of being a stuck up Chelsea dude. No fucking way, even if I do stand in the corner with my arms folded. My taste in men is often not very orthodox, but it does tend to be pretty specific. I know what I’m into (just like everyone else). If there’s a nice ass winking at me from across the room, there’s a good chance I’ll fuck it even if I’m not that into the guy, but the circumstances need to be right (as in I’ve got a hard-on). If the timing is not right, I may even walk away from someone I’m into, hoping the situation will be right the next time.

Orgies are not exactly conducive to explanations.

But all this got me to thinking about how I’d perceive myself, the attendee, if I were the observing host. If I had the opportunity to see myself at a party, what would I think of myself? If I didn’t actually see me fucking, I’d probably think I was uncomfortable and not having a good time. I might even remove myself from the list.

This has taught me re-affirmed that I have to learn to be more patient, as a host, and not project so much. There’s a difference between accessing my real experience and assuming I know what a guy is thinking and feeling. I tend to project negatively, anyway.

I did have a good time on Friday night and I even invited some of the guys to my parties.

I wonder, though, if I’d have invited myself.

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Curious, I asked one of the hosts of that party what he charges to rent the space. His response, “It depends on your oral skills.” Ignoring what he said, I asked again. He thought I wasn’t catching on, so he iterated it. Twice. I finally said, “I know what you’re saying and it’s not gonna happen.”

Are you out of your fucking mind?


SLÜRPoral

Been getting a good response to the new oral party. The first one will be on Wednesday, October 27th. Wednesday is not my usual day, but it was a good turn-out the last time we had a Wednesday party.

As usual, have whatever kind of sex you want.


The Örgy Guy

Monday, October 18, 2010

My 36 Years of Sex – Post #21

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Sunday 10/17/10 2:15 P.M.

At Home



My earliest sexual attraction was at age six, while on a family vacation in Washington D.C. At the hotel pool, my brother took me to the men’s room (which had showers) to pee. When we opened the door, there was a beautiful man, with a black mustache and hairy chest, standing there completely naked, and drying himself off. I looked at my brother, he shrugged, and I walked past the man to an empty stall. I didn’t close the stall door completely, keeping it slightly ajar so I could stare at this man, who was carrying on a conversation with another man taking a shower. I took my time peeing, not only to continue staring, but to give the other man time to finish his shower so I could see him, too.

I had my first sexual experience when I was either four or five years old; my big brother, who is now a “conservative Christian,” gave me a blowjob. After that and throughout my pre-teen childhood, I got most of the boys on the block to do the same thing. They were Timmy, Scott, Phil, Chad, Jimmy, Sal, Mikey, Mike, and Tommy. I wasn’t able to get Darren or Kenny. And I didn’t want Petey.

Mostly in the woods and during sleep-overs, which they always hosted.

At age thirteen, I’d heard that there was an eighteen-year-old kid named Carl who showed a boy how to jerk off. Obviously intrigued enthralled, I manipulated him into doing it for me in a shack in the woods. That was the first time I’d ever seen cum, and his dick was freaking HUGE. It would be another nine months before I was able to achieve an orgasm, still at age thirteen.

Once in my teens, boys my age knew what “gay” meant, so they wouldn’t do it anymore. I never seemed gay, myself, so no one was soliciting me. I didn’t dare come on to another high school kid for fear of being called a fag.

There was no such thing as the internet back then, so I had no way of reaching out to find other like-minded boys...or men. I’d have given anything to have some sort of sex with a grown man (I became obsessed with certain male teachers). If I’d have had access to the internet, I’d have gotten into a whole lot of trouble.

Hence, my teens were almost devoid of any sex at all, with the rare BJ from Phil.

When I was nineteen years old, I began going to NYC with the hope that a man would pick me up. I spent most of my time at Washington Square Park. After several attempts, one guy finally did. His name was German. We went to his place here in the West Village and had some “oral time” together. He had one of the tiniest cocks I still have ever seen.

I didn’t care much about that then, and I still don’t.

Then, on my 21st birthday, my sister was to meet me at a Park & Ride on Long Island. She went to Exit 52, but I mistakenly went to Exit 49, which, unknown to me, was a major cruising spot. While waiting and reading “No One Here Gets Out Alive,” a bio on The Doors, two men in a white Toyota Celica kept circling me. Keep in mind, this was in broad daylight. They stopped and asked me for the time; I gave it to them, then they pulled away. It wasn’t until I noticed the skin mag one of the guys was holding up that I realized what actually was happening. Eventually, my sister met me there and we headed to Manhattan to see Phantom of the Opera, but I kept thinking about the Park & Ride. The next evening, I went back and officially became sexually active.

Now at age 21, I could go to the bars to meet men. I spent most of my time at a bar in Rockville Centre, Long Island called Grand Central. Every Tuesday and Saturday. We danced to “Vogue,” “Groove is in the Heart,” and “Gonna Make You Sweat.” It was a new world for me and I fell for it, head-over-heels.

Even though I almost always left with someone, I didn’t actually fuck for the first year-plus; it was all oral. I remember thinking about how I’d be a bad boyfriend because I didn’t like fucking, certainly not as a bottom, but even as a top. I was too young to realize how much we change. I also recall being with this older guy (he was 25). When we got to his aparment, he had gay porn playing. I wanted him to forward through the fucking because I thought it was gross.

Imagine that.

By 22, I met my first boyfriend, who was 44. We were together for six years, and I played bottom. When I met my second boyfriend, at age 30, I still played bottom, but I was starting to change. When we broke up, when I was 32, guys just wanted me to fuck them. By the time I was 37 and discovered orgies, my persona had changed from meek, young, and somewhat submissive, to what one guy called “the famous top,” with a reputation that got guys to talk about me when I wasn’t even there. Bottoms (and even a few tops) follow me around at sex parties.

These days, I don’t go to other sex parties much, because I’m around sex so much at my own parties. I need to hit the “reset button” and enjoy the spaces in between.

I don’t know if there’s another boyfriend in my future, but in the meantime, my 36-year-long sex life has been a good one, and one which I thoroughly enjoy...

...from top to bottom.

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New party concept!

SLÜRPoral

According to the stats on my blog, there are actually more men who identify themselves as oral, than top. There should be a party dedicated to these guys.

As always, guys are free to have whatever kind of sex they want here; I just bill it as a certain type of party. I’m curious to see the type of crowd this attracts, as I’m more of a...fucker. I absolutely love a great blowjob, though. The first one will be on Wednesday, October 27th.

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Orgy concepts you will never see on my schedule:

PÖÖPCrapOnMyLap

SNÖTGimmeAStraw

GÄSHVaginasEverywhere

FÖÖDPassTheSausage

RÄTTLEUnder21

GÜMSOver80

BÜTTLet’sRubAsses!

The Örgy Guy