On my first night back in Detroit, a gay friend from high school was anxious to take me out to the club. It was Thursday night and while the crowd at Menjo’s was small, it was ambitious.
My old friend and I spent most of the evening buying rounds and catching up when all-of-a-sudden the DJ was announcing last-call. I went into the restroom to take a quick piss before the ride home, but to my pleasant surprise, the hot Middle Eastern guy I was eyeing on the patio burst into my stall and started making out with me.
Since it was closing time, my friend came in the bathroom to find me and you can hear him call my name while I’m getting fucked against a panel. On many occasions, he’s expressed how much he enjoys my antics so I didn’t feel too guilty about making him wait while I quickly finished off my sexy stranger.
With my beard drenched in cum, I stepped back into the shuffling bar to the amused and open-mouthed reaction of my former classmate.
I’m only visiting for a month before I make my move to LA but damn, there’s really no place like home.
