Adrian walked across Boston Garden. He loved it when the ice formed on the hanging tree branches It was quiet, it was night, it was the deep winter.
Traffice nearby was minimal. It was midnight and most were in their homes staying warm. He had walked from the library towards his downtown apartment he shared. It would be crowded with roommates and their girl friends. It always was on Saturday nights.
What he wanted was quiet. The Garden's snow covered grounds was exactly that.
Adrian wondered about the silhouettes he past. They seemed to wander here and there. He assumed they were dealing drugs or sex. Male or female, he couldn't tell due to their layers of winter coats, scarves and knit hats.
He stopped on the bridge. During summers one could see ducks and swans in the man made lake. Children ran nearby and lovers lay on blankets as if in private and blossoms dotted the trees.
Now it wasn't dark thanks to the moonlight reflected on the snow. The lake was frozen and there didn't seem to be any others in the park save him.
As he walked the sounds of laughter got louder. The figures darted here and there, they were throwing snowballs, laughing and rolling in the snow. Adrian wondered about kids being in the park alone so late.
But as he got closer, it was clear they weren't kids at all, but others his age and size. A snow ball hit him suddenly.
"Hey sorry thought you were one of us" the voice was directed towards him but too late. Adrian had made his own snowball and returned the fire hitting the assailant on the arm.
He laughed, they both did and more snow balls began to fly. Adrian felt like he was 10 again in the yards of his hometown in Glouster.
As he threw more harmless missles, more were thrown towards him. Soon Adrian was in the middle of the group exchanging, laughs, comments and snow. Some were tackled as the group got more agressive. Adrian rolled in the wet snow with others.
They grabbed each other as if on a football field. They smeared snow in each others' faces.
Wet, cold and exhausted, they began to walk away. "come on and get warm" a voice said to Adrian and an arm across his shoulder urged him further.
They talked and shoved like kids as the group moved into the back door of an office building. The freight elevator hinted to Adrian they were all going to a loft of some kind. Downtown was replendant with such renovated residences.
The loft was medium size A fire was already raging in the fireplace and the group gathered close to it.
"I'll get some beers" a voice said.
As everyone began to remove ski masks and scarves, Adrian realized he was among strangers. But they were friendly and acted as if he was a member of the group.
Coats and sweaters became piles on the floor. Beer bottles were passed among the group. Heads tilted back and clothes kept being removed.
Shirtless guys moved about. Jeans were tossed on the ground as the cold and wet participants stood closer to the fire. Underwear was removed. Many were naked.
Adrian didn't know what to do. It was like being in a locker room where occupants didn't seem self conscious. He was warming himself when another tugged on his jockey shorts until they were on his legs, then ankles. He stepped out of them.
Adrian was naked too. Some moved away muttering about urination. Others drank, talked and moved around so the fire warmed fronts and backs.
"Want to get warm?" the smiling face asked him. Adrian muttered "shit yea" and swooned as the lips surrounded his available dick.
Adrian looked around. Nobody was staring. In fact others were lounging on the couches with warm mouths on them as well.
There was dance music playing. Naked guys were dancing. The lights dimmed. Adrian felt hands on his buttocks rubbing and a finger moving between them.
He began to drift from any level of reality as his body was taken over by the pleasures these strangers were giving him.
The couch was comfortble. The hands, mouths and cocks that were part of his night were like old friends welcoming him home. Moistures were warm. Hands were pleasurable. Lips were soothing.
Adrian felt more at home then his own apartment. This one too was crowded but it was filled with others like him. There weren't arguing lovers, discordant voices or people slamming doors.
Everyone was where they wanted to be, with those they wanted to be with and doing what they wanted to do.
When he awoke, Adrian felt the warmness of the bodies that surrounded him. He stretched and found the bathroom.
A unknown head nodded as he stood near letting his urination stream join the other guys. The shower steam made the room warm. The smile that emerged from the steam was welcoming.
He felt his body being soaped and returned the favor. The hand moved over him and milked him of a unsuspected amount of sperm. He knelt and took the other's cock in his mouth to return the favor.
There were towels and warming hugs as they moved back into the main room. Nobody seemed to look for their clothing. Figures moved here and there.
Toasters popped. Coffee and liquer were available. The fire raged still and naked figures lay near it.
The dance music still played but nobody danced. Three stood looking out the ceiling to floor windows, their arms around each other for warmth or company.
"Come on" a voice quietly said to him. Adrian turned as the speaker took his hand and led him behind the fireplace where large mattresses were spread. He hadn't seen them the night before.
He lay on one with the other person and let the intimacy take him from any hint of reality to full bodily sensations. Another joined them and Adrian was invaded by two. He tongued the member in his throat and flexed against the one in his butt.
All that mattered was giving and getting pleasures that seemingly never ended.
Bodies pressed close after release to comfort, warm and urge replenishing sleep.
The night was there again. Bodies dressed in the dried clothing discarded the night before. Adrian found his own and other garmetns to wear.
His apartment wasn't far. He dreaded going there and wondered if he could ever return to the home and self he found by accident.