Awkward In Groups

One of my favorite people on the internet, Matthew Lawrence, just wrote a piece for Salon about his first experience with group sex. It’s a fascinating and delightfully uncomfortable story. You can read the whole thing here, though I’ve included an excerpt after the jump if you need more convincing.

I’m bringing this up partially out of guilt that I missed the launch party for Headmaster‘s third issue. Matthew is a co-editor of the magazine, as well as the man responsible for these magnificent images of porn stars doing stuff. It’s been ages since we’ve actually seen one another in person, and the one time we did meet, I’m pretty sure I just babbled excitedly like an idiot and embarrassed myself.

Also, I owe him a drink.

But that doesn’t concern you! What may concern you is that Headmaster debuted a brand new, limited-edition 9″ x 12″ print over the weekend. The image, which appears on the inside cover of this issue, was captured by photographer Matias Uris, and you can own it now by going to this link, buying it and cherishing it forever! Forever and ever.

Or you could just buy it for me. Please? I need more art in my cubicle.

– Dewitt

Photo credit: Matias Uris for Headmaster

Click through to read an excerpt from “Awkward In Groups”:

“During the phone interview I explained to Lance that I didn’t really like playing poker. Honestly, I didn’t even know how to play poker, but I feared the consequences of telling him that.

“‘I just really wanted to come for the group sex,’ I admitted, panicking a little. The 35-and-Under Safe Sex Orgy was happening that evening and with my work schedule I knew that I wouldn’t have time to learn how to play poker before then. And aren’t poker players known for being very, very serious? What if nobody wanted to have sex with me because I didn’t know when to hold ‘em, or when to fold ‘em, or whatever you do.

“Lance assured me that playing poker really loosened the guys up before the action started. Lance had a very sexy telephone voice, so I believed him. ‘We don’t even let people in the room if they show up after the poker starts,’ he added with an undercurrent of firm authority.

“The 35-and-Under Safe Sex Orgy was a monthly Boston-area event that shifted locations; on this particular night the magic happened at the Howard Johnson’s behind Fenway Park. I worked until 5 that night, which gave me just time to run home, shower and then drive the hour from Providence to Boston to meet my new orgy friends at the gay bar across the street from the motel. Getting to know each other in a bar sounded infinitely more relaxing to me than playing poker in a motel room, but I kept telling myself that these guys knew what they were doing. I tried to relax, and on my lunch break that afternoon even skimmed a ‘Poker for Dummies’ book.” (CONTINUED HERE)