I was at a local gay bar, the place was fairly busy, not anyone I would ever hook up with, not even the cute little bartender, being honest I had him six months ago and he was like a dead fish in bed. Never again brother. I guess I should describe myself, I am thirty five, I work out I have a pretty good body, fairly thin, told I am a handsome man, full beard, well cut hair, dark brown eyes, eight inch cock.
The bar seemed to thin out for some reason, my plan was to finish my drink then head home, I would watch some tv or look for a hook up on a chat site. I had my face in my phone, I did not see him come in the door. He stood beside the pool table and looked to see if anyone was checking him out, I was busy on a chat site and I had found a cutie, but he decided he wanted something else and not me.
I took another sip of my beer and looked up at the man by the pool table, he was staring at me like he knew me. Taking a better look I did know him didn't I? He was a guy I knew from school I think, he always was a prick I hated the man. He stared at me till I could see he finally knew who I was, he combed his hair back with his hand and slowly walked up to my table.
"I know you from somewhere don't I?"
"Yes you sure do, you are Thomas Bailey and I am Billy Matthews, the guy you were such a prick too in school."
"Billy the fag, now I know you, fuck Billy wow hard to believe I run into you."
"Yeah you're just the guy I hoped to meet at a gay bar."
"This is a gay bar? Makes sense I guess, you're here."
Still a prick in my eyes, fuck I hated him when I was in school, he looked kind of different, he was not very clean on himself, his long hair greasy, his clothes torn tattered and very dirty, he also smelt not very good. I stared at him trying to figure it out.
"Yeah Billy I'm homeless, guess I deserve it for the way I treat people, I always was a prick as you had called me back then."
That's right I had called him a prick in the hallway that one time, the entire school laughed about it cause it was true. Needless to say I got beaten up for it, but it still was worth it, I had heard he had married, he and his wife been together since high school. Not really sure what Rachel saw in him, maybe it was a big cock cause it sure wasn't his winning personality.
"So Billy any chance you would buy an old friend from school a beer?"
"An old friend? are you fucking kidding me? you bullied me daily, I fucking hated you so much. Yeah I'll buy you a beer you fucking prick."
We both laughed and I called the waiter over and ordered us a round, I really checked him out, he needed a shower really bad, the smell and his breath, his face covered in dirt his hands and nails crusted with dirt and grime, his clothes so dirty, and worn out.
"Who would have thought Billy boy, me and you in a gay bar having a drink together?"