My first big adventure in life was taking a college internship at Walt Disney World. I was 20 which meant not only young, but also naïve and not sexually experienced at all. Imagine my surprise (and delight!) when I found myself living in a brand-new condo with an undemanding work load and plenty of time to play. Although my roommates were same-sex, there were plenty of opposite-sex neighbors in the condo unit. Needless to say I became quite sexually experienced by the time the internship ended. Thank you Walt Disney!
On the ground floor was a group of guys I became very tight with. The whole dynamic was rather interesting. I was best buddies with Mark A. He was my best friend and I carried on with him like a girl friend. As everyone told me at the time, Mark A. was very interested in me romantically. I was not interested at the time, only because I was busy creating notches in my bedpost which entailed carrying on with his roommate Jim who I had an ongoing fuck-only relationship with. Jim was this short, muscular guy from New York with a heavy Bronx accent and not exactly the sharpest guy around. I did not really care at the time; I just liked to fuck. The beauty of it (or maybe the irony?) is Mark A. did not have a clue I was fucking Jim although their two other roommates did. One of the other roommates was another Mark who was fondly nicknamed “Rudy”. He was from upstate New York and was well-liked solely because he had a car, certainly not because of his charming and charismatic personality. This guy had a serious stick-up-his-ass all the time which is why he earned his nickname.
One night I was alone in my condo and both Jim and Rudy decided to pay me a spontaneous visit. I guess they were in their condo drinking and started talking about threesomes. No surprise whose name came to mind especially because they wanted to put plan their into action that night. I was utterly surprised to be paid a visit by both guys. I was just beginning to develop my sexual identity and although the thought of a threesome had enticed me, the practicality of it always seemed unattainable. There was absolutely no hesitation when they approached me with the threesome idea. It was a fuck I still remember, probably because of the newness factor. Something about sucking a guy’s cock as I’m getting fucked by another man from behind – I will, to this day, never get enough of that. The threesome was thoroughly enjoyed by all and fondly referred to by all going forward as “The Rude Affair”.
On a side note, Mark A. contacted me several years later and we started a bit of a romantic relationship. We exchanged emotion-filled emails and phone calls; basically I fell for this man hard. I actually flew to Buffalo, New York (he was also from New York) to visit him over a weekend. I still remember exiting from the plane and he was waiting for me with roses and a crowd of people clapping. The flight was delayed, so he had told all the waiting bystanders our story. I really thought this was “The One”. The weekend was interesting – we got physical although we did not fuck, but I definitely was hooked and ready to move forward despite the distance. After I got back home, he got all funny and the emails and phone calls diminished. This man basically broke my heart. How ironic that the tables had turned so abruptly. The man who was crazy for me at Disney and who I could have cared less about, now I was crazy for him and he was not interested. Poetic justice I suppose. I still think of him fondly and wonder what might have been…