In one of my BBW groups that Kate aka Piercedbbw turned me on to a question was posted about being with 2 men at once.

Well beside my hot nights at Plato's Retreat, the one that stands OUT mostly happened one Thursday evening bar hopping in Manhattan.

My companion for the evening was this beautiful man named Bobby who's last name currently escapes me, but his father was the Ambassador to the UN for Panama. Bobby had this beautiful caramel colored skin with thick ringlets of curly hair and tight curls on his hairy chest. He was my Bootay Call Boi. He didn't live to far from me, and it wasn't very common for a mixed duo even then. He lived on Ambassador's Row, almost directly across central park from me so we'd meet in one neighborhood or the other, pop a few drinks and eventually end up in a drunk fuck at my place.

This one particular night, he had been invited to a private gathering at Elaine's, the upper east side watering hole for the literary crowd. Bobby was a published poet and the aging hippy writers of the day pretended to understand his 1/2 English 1/2 Spanish nonsensical poetry. Not me. I'd just said..hmmm I prefer Haiku. and leave it at that.

After elaines, we went to our favorite Irish Pub at 76th and 1st ave. After closing it down, we wandered over to an after hours called the Recovery Room, in the shadows of NYU hospital. There we met Bogdan. Actually Bobby knew Bogdan since he was a frequent drinker at the RR and Bogdan was the bartender. We had great laughs and we were extremely drunk. I had to work the next day and was thinking of just staying up for the rest of the morning since it was 3am anyway, when Bogdan suggest we go to his place for a night cap.

My memory is kind of faded here except for bits and pieces and I never really remember the entire story and which part comes from where. but I do remember an L shaped studio apartment, with a pull out couch. I remember having Bobby's beautiful familiar caramel brown cock in one hand and bogdan's very pale eastern Euro other one, in the other and not knowing which one I wanted more. I also remember at some point Bogdan's bother coming in and sleeping on a cot in the L part of the studio.

What I remember most vividly is the next day waking up with the sun shining brightly in my face and hearing in my booze induced haze, a snore. I opened 1 eye and saw bobby snoozing so I knew it was A-OK. until I heard another snore from behind me, only to peep over and have zero clue to who that was. I looked at bobby's watch and it was 10:30am.. 1 hr past market open..and 3 hrs past when I was DUE at work.

I hopped up, got dressed, leaving the 3 of them naked and ran outside to see where I was, only to realize I was on the completely opposite side of town from where I lived. Grabbing a cab I rushed home and called my office. My boss at the time, Harry DJ Barclay, *rolling eyes*.."you know like the Bank" was his favorite expression, got on the phone and asked where I was. I said I'd overslept. He then informed me that I didn't sleep at home because he'd been calling all morning.

I promptly told him that's what happens when you are young single and living in Manhattan, you never know where your night will find your head. at which point he hung up on me since his 20 yr old daughter had just rented her 1st studio in the city.

I heard from bobby later than evening..and tried to find out what really happened. He never did tell me and over the years it became a good joke between us.

We did drift apart after a while. His father sent him back to Panama for a few months to rehab from all the boozing. I moved. We did run into each other from time to time (rehab didn't work) but by then he'd graduated to some more interesting forms of substance abuse and not my thing and it prevented him from getting it UP so my fuck buddy was useless.

but it was GREAT fun while we were runnin'.