Filler
When I was nine years old, one of my classmates had played a dirty trick on me. I don't know what the heck he was trying to accomplish, but he tricked me into almost putting his dick in my mouth. I didn't think about it any. My dad came in and caught me, and thought I was "bicurious" and sent me to a straight camp. I studdied lots, but I was still too innocent to know what was really going on. So, for a brief time, I was surrounded by a bunch of sexually repressed boys. Again, I didn't think about it, and I went on with my life.
When I was ten, my mom caught my dad again, at some place with lots of guys. Mom had gone insane again, and this time, instead of trying to kill me, she tried to give me a sex change. Said if I was a girl, I wouldn't have to be such a little dick when I grew up. Her words, not mine. I fought, and I even ran away. Can anyone guess where I ran away to? To the only place I knew I could be in peace. Kenny's place. His mom and dad were the poorest family out of all the families that lived in this town. Stu managed to keep a good income by doing jobs for the towns people. He was really good at being a plumber, seeing as he did build his own house. So, Kenny and his family were bad off, but at least they stuck together. His mom and dad still used drugs as a way of escaping. When he grew, Kenny would do the same, just not as badly.
As I grew older, I became aware that everyone was useless around me. Mom and dad were unhappy, and still together. Eric Cartman went to no ends to piss me off. Well, no, everyone he could piss off, he'd do it. Somehow, I was always the loyal friend and always made to help him in his dirty schemes. Of course, there were things I wouldn't do.
My life took a turn for the worse as I grew older. I felt alone, and isolated. Everyone always let me down in one way or another. I hated living in my place, I hated the people around me. There was only one person, who seemed ever present in my life that I didn't really mind having. Can you guess who?
He had apologized when he threw a ninja star in my eye. I told him it was okay. He still apologized some times when he felt bad for it. I waved it off. I hated it when he thought about the accident, and I didn't want him to be guilty, or anything.
I was fine one day. I swear. I was normal, and I loved life. I loved playing games on my computer. I loved drawing pictures of butter flies, and lady bugs. I loved watching television. I woke up that day normally. So, I don't understand why my life fell apart when I saw Kenny in the shower that day, and my stomach melted into my body. I felt nervous, I felt, strange.
It didn't take long to find out what my mom and dad and the camp counselors meant when they said I was bicurious. I remembered the incident with the porn movie that had first exposed me. I searched online for pictures of girls without any clothing, trying to see if they made me feel like I felt when I accidentally saw Kenny in the shower the day before. I had been over at his place, and I'd gone into the bathroom, because I needed to get some toilet paper for my nose bleed. Eric had been angry at something that I just can't take the time to care about right now, and punched me. Kenny peeked out to see if I was okay, and I saw him in the steam. I felt so strange inside. Sometime after that—after eliminating all my options—I discovered I was gay. Not just gay, but gay for Kenny. Because I tried looking at other guys. I purposefully got a glimpse of Stan, Kyle, Jimmy, and Kevin Stoley. It didn't do anything. I felt the same. One day I was sitting in class, minding my own business. The next, I was walking into the bathroom that Kenny was occupying, and my world had fallen apart. My whole, sexless, normal world, had fallen apart.
