Travel sex is the best sex, don't you all think? You don't have to pretend to take someone's name and number.
I went to Vegas right after high school graduation, and met up with a girlfriend. She and I decided to hit a party. When we got there, there seemed to be quite a few hard male bodies in attendance. Whaddya know? A Brazilian futbol team! I found myself in a hot-tub filled to the brim with naked, tan, AFFECTIONATE men. Now, you must understand, I do have some sort of modesty. So when things start to heat up, I will take it to the bedroom (Definition of modesty: I will not scramble for a dick out in public. Not when there are too many to keep track of.) Finally my girlfriend and I wrangled the choice beef to an uninterruptable location. The carpet was very soft on my knees, but holding on to more than three slabs of meat is near impossible if you're the only one on the ground.
The darlings obligingly threw me on the bed with my friend. I could smell the testosterone in the air, and, I suppose, so could they. Do you know they are very comfy with each other? I guess when you shower everyday with a man, he doesn't mind when you grab his hips from behind. My girlfriend seized her opportunity with me. Girls are softer than boys, ya know? Did I mention this was my boarding school roommate? But, no, I digress. I am not interested in things I can do every day. Roomie is to Everyday as South American Stallions (plural) is to Once in My Life. Having seen the affectionate nature of the teammates, I kindly assumed the middleman. Okay, I confess, I love it. One standing behind, one standing in front. LOVE IT. I about lost my mind.
I was a little sore the next day. Ah, Vegas.