Saturday Night Live
2008-02-27 @ 5:11 p.m.

Dancing? Everyone danced, even Steve. He didn't dance often but he did dance. When Kit and I danced, a few others joined in as well, male and female. That's fine and all but two guys kept trying to join in while Kit and I danced. They reminded me of those guys in the Saturday Night Live sketches: I think it was Will Farrell and I can't remember the other guy. They weren't so much dancing as having grand mal seizures. It was difficult not to laugh.

Towards evenings end I thought we were going home. Instead, the guys had gotten a hotel room. Surprise, surprise.

We walked to the hotel, checked-in, went to the bar for a night cap and headed upstairs. I was still cold so I ran the shower, stripped down and hopped in. A few minutes later, Luke joined me. He stood behind me, his large, hard cock pressing against me. "It's been awhile," he said. "Do you still remember how to do this?"

In response, I turned around, lathered his cock with soap and gave him a hand job as we kissed. Luke returned the favor, using his fingers until I almost came. Shower sex makes me nervous. It's great for foreplay but in the back of my mind I'm always hearing those statistics: "70% of all household accidents occur in the bathroom." Plus, it was a hotel bathroom and shower. I don't care how they're cleaned or how many times they're cleaned. It's still a bathroom hundreds or thousands of people have used. Yuck.

Theoretically, both parties could slip, fall or even die during shower foreplay. Imagine the police being called-in and ruling out foul play. Would they have to reconstruct the event with one of those special forensic units?--Measurements, splatter patterns?--Based upon the cum pattern, the female victim had been in a vertical, reverse cowgirl position having her hair pulled, immediately prior to death.

Sorry, got off-track.

We did spend about thirty minutes in the shower, engaging in some fantastic foreplay.

I'll stop here for now as I don't want this post to be too long.