I didn’t usually go out to bars. The noise bothered me. But ever since Mindy dumped me for some guy with a huge dick, I was lonely, and I was tired of beating off. I washed my genitals thoroughly and went to a grungy bar. I saw a hot blond piece making out with a guy with a lot of hair product. She wasn’t wearing panties, and he fingered her vagoo. I thought she’d go back to his place to get inseminated, so I ordered a drink.
I zoned out for a while. Being around people was stressful. Then a goth tapped my shoulder. She said, “What are you, some kind of faggot?” I stammered and looked at her hot gothic tits. “The gay bar’s down the street, faggot!” “I’m, I’m not -“ I said as she rolled her eyes. She grabbed my arm and started walking toward the bathroom. “We’ll see,” she said.