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.