Fact or Fiction Part 1

I can’t believe they left me!!! Fucking hethans!!! I have looked everywhere in this damn club and I can’t find them. I know this will be the last time I go on vacation with those chicks. Damn… I need to pee. I know once I ‘pop the cork’ it will never end. But damnit… I have to go.
Where the hell is the bathroom? I think I remember it being over here somewhere… I wish I wasn’t so fucking drunk. The walls feel so nice… Is that velvet? Why would they put velvet on the walls? Who cares… I’ll just stay here for a minute and enjoy the feeling…
Damnit… I forgot I need to pee!!! There it is… the bathroom!! Why are your pants always hard to open when you really have to go? Now see… If my girls were here with me, it wouldn’t be so bad. Who knew peeing could feel so good?
Make sure I get everything, wash my hands… Why does that sink look like a urinal? Why are there men in the ladies bathroom? Is this unisex? Whatever.. let me wash my hands and get out of here.
Just as I turn on the water, I notice this nice 6’2″ chocolate brother step up to the urinal, watching me from the corner of his eye. I can see him through the mirror watching my ass as I bend over the sink, leaning on it for support. I guess he must not have thought too much of my being there because the sound of him unzipping his jeans caused me to turn around; all too quickly. I got so fucking dizzy, I thought I would pass out. Once again, the sink came in handy as I leaned against it.