Three years ago, I had the luck to be able to go to a Burn (burning man, but smaller and more local). These things operate on a gift economy: nothing is bought or sold, but is gifted freely. Suffice it to say, I partook in quite a bit of drinking.
At this particular burn was a sex tent. I had watched a few nights, but hadn’t really done much else, as I was there with friends.
Now we get to the second to last night. I am staggeringly drunk, have already gotten fondled once, and was wearing only my hoodie. Time to party.
I weaved my way to the tent, lying down on a mattress and cheerfully jerking off in front of a constantly shifting crowd. After about five minutes, one guy came forward.
He was a few years older than me, with buzzed hair. He asked if he could join. I specified only hand stuff, and he was okay with that, as he was rolling and couldn’t cum. He quickly cuddled up to me, and our hands found each other’s cocks.
He was a moaner, and I distinctly remember how his buzzcut felt under my hand as I held him, stroking him as he helped me as well. It was surprisingly tender. I don’t remember kissing, however.
Shortly after, another guy came up, with long hair. We quickly became a circle jerk, happy with our arrangement.
Soon enough, the other two left, and I was alone in the tent again. However, this lasted for all of 90 seconds before my final partner of the night joined me.
He was shirtless, with fluffy hair and glasses. He informed me that he was trans, and wanted to fuck if I had protection. I did, and quickly wrapped up.
I remember kissing down his body, fingering him as my lips met his clit.
I wish I had some stunning ending. Unfortunately, he was too tight, so we couldn’t actually do much. We actually found each other on social media later, and still chat from time to time. I went back to my tent after that and slept until about noon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bgbo3a/group_gay_burn_fun