I was about halfway to my house when I realized I was feeling really thirsty. I remembered that little coffee shop was the only store that sold beverages that I would pass on my way home. So I decided I would swing by to see if they are open on my way home.

As I approached the shop I was surprised to see that the store was open at eleven at night. I entered the tiny place and saw running the counter. There was no one else in the shop so for a moment I thought the sign out front had lied to me.

"Hello," greeted,"What can I get you."

He looked like he was ready to go to bed at any moment and I wondered why he was still up in the first place. I asked for an iced coffee and handed him some cash out of my wallet. He told me to wait a moment as he went to prepare it. I sat down in one of the store's chairs waiting for my coffee to be done so I could get home.

Soon enough my ice coffee was finished and I was walking out the door taking my first sip. I know I probably should not be drinking caffeine so late but at the moment I could care less. As soon as I step foot out the door I bump into someone by accident. This person falls backward onto the ground and lets out a shriek. I immediately recognize this person as Tweek. I honestly do not know much about what Tweek does nowadays. I believe he was in the school's cooking club and I saw him every once in a while during school, but he did not stand out very much unless he was having one of his mental breakdowns that he was so well known for.

"Jesus," Tweek says sporadically,"You scared the shit out of me Kyle."

"I was just getting a coffee,"I inform him.

I go to walk away but Tweek suddenly has a look on his face as if he is trying to tell me something, but only 'uhs and ums' come out of his mouth.

"What do you want Tweek,"I say irritably.

"Well um be um...," Tweek says stumbling over his words.

"What is it," I say almost demandingly.

"gah," Tweek spazzes," nevermind."

Tweek heads into his dads and leaves me in a state of confusing. It was normal though for Tweek to act totally erratically but I could not help but wonder what he wanted to tell me. I shrugged it off as I began heading to my house with my coffee.

I eventually get to my house and I head inside. The house is dark with only a few lights on I pass by the living room where my dad is reading a book and in his own little world. I head upstairs and see my mom outside the bathroom door.

"Are you almost done in there sweety," My mother asks.

I hear the shower going and presume Ike is in there. I just want to get to my computer so I walk slowly to my bedroom door and go inside. I thought I was clear but when my door shuts my mother takes notice.

"Kyle is that you," My mother asks.

"Yea mom I'm back," I respond," I am going to bed early."

"Alright goodnight," my mother says finally leaving me alone.

I go to my computer and turn it on. I hoped telling my mom I was going to bed would keep her from interfering with my me time. I relaxed in my computer chair trying my best to forget about Stan and Kenny. Stan because he ditched me and Kenny because he behaved like an asshole as he usually did.

I quickly begin looking up my usual sex stories. At first, I go for the more romantic stuff like I normally do. I soon realize that I can not really get into my usual type of story because Stan keeps popping in my head. Whenever I try inserting myself into the passive person's role I can not help but picture Stan as being the aggressor.

I eventually start looking up less romantic stories. I start getting aroused when I look up some shameless sex only stories. Stories that skipped a lot of the romantic build up and instead almost cut straight to the action. I am extremely embarrassed by how much of a bottom I am because I do not like the idea of people actually having power over me. It made me extremely uncomfortable to be in a situation where I had no control but for some reason, in my sexual fantasies, I did not want to be on top. It was a weird contradiction that caused my head much a lot of grief.

I pull my zipper down and pull out my thickening member. I stroke it slowly until it is fully erect while I read certain lines in the story that I find particularly interesting. I spend the next few minutes stroking my dick to various sex stories and soon realize that I am having trouble achieving an orgasm. I probably could force myself if I had to, but I wanted to find something that was able to get me off without so much trouble. I rarely looked up real gay porn and by that I mean porn that showed actual people having sex. I usually have to mix things up every once in a while or I start having the struggle to get off.

I decided to look up the real stuff to see if it would help and help it did. I watched several videos of gay guys fucking, sucking, and doing all kinds of lewd stuff. I was now masturbating with much more enthusiasm. I spent the next twenty minutes watching videos of guys getting it on and felt my orgasm fast approaching. The rest of the world had easily melted around me as I focused on the porn in front of me. I quickly grabbed some tissues and held it at the tip of my penis as I shot a couple days worth of semen into the cloth.

I began coming down from my orgasm and felt a lot of my senses returning. Suddenly I felt a little chill blow past my naked lower body. I shook at the icy feeling on my thighs and looked around to see where this sudden breeze was coming from. I eventually realized my window had been opened a crack. I thought about asking my mom if she had done it but realized she was definitely sleeping by now. I closed the window and locked it. I closed my curtains as my mind began to wonder.

What if someone had gotten into my bedroom and saw me masturbating. The idea of someone catching me with my dick in my hand turned my skin white. I suddenly realized that a person could have snuck into my bedroom while I was busy jacking off, but who would do something like that. I remembered Kenny's earlier threat and Tweek looking like he had something to tell me. I felt my heart beat slow done as I feared that I was a victim of some form of prank.

I eventually gather the courage to look in my closet and sighed when I found nothing. I then walked slowly towards my bed and quickly looked under it and again I found nothing. I let out an exasperated sigh as I put the used tissue in my garbage can. I realized I was probably overacting and almost laughed at myself. I may have left the window open a couple night ago when I was looking outside or something and just forgot to close it all the way.

I laid down in my bed feeling comfortable with my surroundings once more. Kenny's hollow ass threat had put me on edge and I can not believe I allowed it to get to me as bad as it did. Tweek probably just had something stupid and inconsequential to tell me. I forgot about Stan and everyone else as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I do not know how long I was asleep but I awoke to the feeling of something cold pressing against my cheek. I open my eyes to see something gray and shiny pressing against my face. I suddenly realize that someone has a knife pressed against my face. I bounce up and quickly squirm over to the left side of my bed away from the stranger. I notice that they have a ski mask on so I can not make out their face. They still have the kitchen knife in their hands and we make eye contact. I see a serious look in their eyes as I struggle to scream only to freeze up. I back up til I hit the corner of my room and finally let out a loud yelp.

Suddenly the stranger falls to their knees laughing. For a moment my head is spinning and I have no idea what the hell is going on. I was expecting this guy to kill me and now he was just on the floor laughing. I take a closer look at my attacker and realize he is none other than Kenny McCormick himself. My fear immediately turns into rage as I try to control myself. I try to bring up words so I can yell at him but I am still in shock. Kenny continuously laughs his ass off but eventually calms down.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," I say in a loud whisper.

"Kyle was that you screaming," I hear my mother call from down the hallway,"What's wrong."

"Nothing mom," I respond not wanting her to come in here and find Kenny on my bedroom floor,"just a bad dream."

"Ok goodnight," My mom says.

I can hear faintly my parents speaking to each other in the next room but I focus my attention on the blonde nuisance who just woke me up. He takes the hockey mask off while still chuckling to himself. Based on the arrogant smirk on his face he was enjoying this way too much. Does he not know how dangerous it is to break into someone's house brandishing a knife.

"what the fuck Kenny," I say in a harsh whisper.

"Wow,"Kenny says chuckling,"You should have seen the look on your face."

"Kenny,"I say accusingly.

Kenny seriously just thought this was a joke but I was not laughing. Kenny has never invaded my personal space to this degree and it was especially weird considering we have not really considered ourselves 'friends' for a while now. I knew this was about me screwing up his chances with that girl, but I never imagined he would get me back to this extent.

"You screamed like a total bitch," Kenny said pridefully,"I had no idea a guy could sound like that."

Kenny lets out another chuckle as I glare at him.

"What are you so happy about," I say in distaste,"all you did was startle me."

"Yea," Kenny states,"I enjoyed making you squirm and scream like a little girl."

"How the hell did you even get in here," I say rolling my eyes.

"Oh well us white trash folks have ways of getting locked windows opened," Kenny gloats sarcastically,"We also are more prone to violent crime," Kenny states in a mockingly threatening voice.

I remember what Craig had told me about class shaming Kenny. At first I though Kenny did not care all that much but apparently it did bother him. I would feel bad but he is the asshole who always starts shit with me.

"Yea you're lucky I don't call the cops over this prank of yours," I say in a threatening voice.

"At this point, it would probably be in your best interest if you didn't do that you asshole," Kenny says with a hint of superiority in his voice.

Why the hell is he acting like he had the upper hand in this situation. If I wanted I could yell for my mom to call the cops and get Kenny's ass thrown in jail. He was still standing here talking to me because I was allowing it.

"Well Kenny I hope you had fun," I say sarcastically,"but I think it is time for you to get back to your shack and see if your mom wants to fuck again."

It honestly feels good putting this asshole down. He calls me a fag and treats me like shit all the time when he is the one who is worthless. Part of me wants to feel bad for Kenny but he just broke into my house and scared the shit out of me so I currently had no fucks to give. He deserved this in my eyes, in fact, he is lucky I do not call the cops. Knowing him I would not be surprised if he already had a record like most of his family did.

"You really think you're better than me don't you Kyle," Kenny sais accusingly,"No, I think you think you're better than everyone in this town don't you."

"ugh," I say rolling my eyes,"Just get ou.."

"Hold up," Kenny interrupts," I'm not finished."

"You always talk shit about me and my family," Kenny says bitterly,"Someone ought to take your high and mighty ass down a peg."

"Wow, are you still threatening me," I respond," all because you didn't get your limp dick wet."

"I bet you'd like to get it wet," Kenny remarks.

I pause for a moment taking in what Kenny had just said. For some reason, I felt unnerved by what he just said. Did Kenny know about me and if he did how? I remember earlier when my window had been open a crack. Immediately I feared that Kenny might have seen me masturbating to gay porn. I calm myself trying not to draw suspicion. If he had not seen me and was just talking shit like he usually did then he would probably find me freaking out over his remark highly suspicious.

"Oh get over yourself," I say trying to sound angry and not let my voice expose my fear.

"I bet you've fantasized about seeing it huh," Kenny says with a chuckle and an air of condescension in his voice.

I felt like running but I was in my house. Did Kenny actually know or was he just fucking with me or maybe a little of both. I slowly began losing my cool and based on the way Kenny was looking at me I could tell it showed. Kenny was looking at me with a curious look. Clearly, my behavior was making him equally curious as I was.

"What the fuck are you talking about," I say accusingly.

If he had seen me masturbating then he was the one at fault. He was the one who invaded my privacy and even though I feared anyone knowing my secret I was not gonna let Kenny Mccormick think he could push me around.

"Look I will deal with this later," Kenny says with a yawn," I am exhausted."

"Wait, what," I say confused.

Kenny just goes over to the window that he had opened and began climbing out. Part of me was glad he was leaving but another part was still worried about the possibility that Kenny knew I was gay somehow.

"Nighty night Kyle," Kenny says sarcastically as he crawls down from my window.

I hear metal and figure he had a ladder that he had used. I was too stunned to say anything or go after Kenny. I felt a pit in my stomach and feared that if Kenny had seen me he would not hesitate to ruin my life. I could picture all the assholes at our school laughing about me, and the popular kids gossiping about my sexuality and worst of all how Stan would react. I curled up into a ball and tried to forget about my life entirely because, for all I know, my life was now over. With that in my mind, I drift off to sleep.

When I woke up I struggled to collect my thoughts from the night before. I suddenly remembered the party and Kenny breaking into my house. It felt kind of surreal but I know it happened. I remembered how Kenny was talking to me before he left. I am actually unsure as to whether or not he saw me getting off to gay porn. I check my cell phone half expecting to find a dozen messages from different people in regards to my sexuality, but when I check my phone I find no messages at all surprisingly. I am relieved and immediately feel stupid for assuming Kenny saw anything last night. He was just talking shit like he normally did. I then realized that Stan had never texted me to ask about where I disappeared to. I guess he did not even realize I had left the party which kind of hurt, but in the end, I was more relieved my secret was safe than anything.

I look at the time on my phone and realize it is eight in the morning. I decide to go down for breakfast. When I get to the kitchen dad has already left to work and Ike and Mom are sitting at the table eating pancakes. I sat down and caught their attention. They were both almost done eating and I was just getting started.

"Did you have trouble sleeping last night bubala," My mother asked endearingly.

"um.. sorta," I answer honestly.

"Yea you sounded like someone was attacking you last night," Ike says in a voice full of concern.

"It was nothing," I say shrugging it off.

I ate my food as my brother told our mom about the movie he and Red had watched. It was some kiddie movie that I paid no attention to, but mom looked to be enjoying Ike's description of his date with Red. Soon Ike was done and went back upstairs to his room as mom began doing the dishes.

"So were you with a girl last night," My mother suddenly asked.

My mother knew I went to 'get together's' and was extremely wary of what I did at them. She did trust me not to do something that she herself had forbidden like drinking or doing drugs. I had no interest in doing that anyway but awkwardly enough she had never told me not to have sex. She had in the past told me to be 'safe' in a suggestive way but that was it. I almost miss Ike being in here taking the attention off of me. My mother rarely asked me about my status in the girlfriend department, but judging by her statement this conversation was heading there.

"No.. not really," I say and try to redirect the conversation,"I wasn't out for long."

"Yea you did come home early," My mother states,"Your such a good young man kyle, but do remember to have fun once in a while."

I cringe slightly at my mother's statement. I knew she wanted me to get with a girl so I could tell her about it but I just could not do that. I eventually finish eating and head upstairs to take a shower. I enter the restroom and strip off my pajamas and step into the shower. I relax as I feel warm water cleansing my body. I wonder what Stan is up to and decide I will text him when I get out of the shower. I am still upset that he left me when Wendy showed up and that he had not noticed that I had left the party, but I still wanted to know what he was up to and see if he noticed my absence at all last night.

I remembered when Clyde had kissed me when I played spin the bottle and wondered if anyone was talking about it. I assumed not and hoped that Bebe also did not go around telling people how I keep turning her down. Kenny for a good reason still worried me a little bit. He had actually broken into my house to play a prank on me and wondered what he meant when he told me he would deal with this later. I had hoped that breaking into my house and scaring me had been enough to sate his lust for revenge, but apparently, he still had something to deal with. I calmed down as I lathered up my body

I calmed down as I lathered up my body and figured he only wanted to argue with me more. He was probably a little drunk last night and horny so I should expect Kenny to have behaved a little unusual. I cleared Kenny from my mind as I rinsed off. Suddenly I heard my phone go off and I figured it was Stan texting me so I quickly dried off.

I put my day clothes on and checked my phone. I grow irritated as I realize it was not Stan who messaged me and it was instead Kenny who had messaged me. I roll my eyes as I look at the message. The message is a simple winky face and I do not even bother to respond as I walk out of the restroom. I head back to my bedroom to read another chapter in my book.

I lay in my bed and pick up the book I have been reading for a couple of weeks now. I mean to read more of it but I often forget about it. The story follows a guy who is a wealthy colonist who gets kidnapped by Indians in a nutshell. I have only read about a third of the book so far and it was not the best book I have ever read but it was ok. Where I was last reading the lead character was slowly getting accustomed to the Indians and developing bonds with a couple of them. I continue reading until I am once again interrupted by my phone buzzing.

I look over and see Kenny has sent me another message. I ignore it this time and continue reading. A minute or two passes when my phone buzzes again. I reluctantly pick it up and read Kenny's messages.

Are you up?

I know where you live

I wondered if he thought he was being funny with that second message. I also wondered why he wanted to talk to me so much all of a sudden. Was he suddenly wanting to mend our friendship? I had my doubts and just assumed he was trying to fuck with me. I decide to respond to his messages and figure out what he wanted.

I'm up what do you want.

I waited patiently for his response. For a moment I considered picking up my book and continue reading until he responds, but then my phone once again buzzed and I read Kenny's next message.

Hey, how are ya.

I am doing fine Kenny, seriously what do you want from me? I respond

Calm your tits, I just wanna have a friendly chat Kenny responds

Since when are we friends I respond

We are not real friends, but if you want you can be friends with my nuts Kenny responds

I feel uneasy reading that last message he sent me. I figured Kenny had not seen me masturbating because he would have immediately told everyone and ruined me. I at least think that is what he would have done.

Seriously Kenny what do you want to talk about I respond

Well gay guys of course He responds

I immediately feel a rush of fear at his response. He did seem to know about me being gay somehow. Maybe he did see me masturbating or maybe something else was hinting at him about sexuality. I tried thinking about what else could be giving me away and while lost in thought Kenny sends another text message.

Or at least what my dad told me about them over the summer

Anyway here is the gist of what he said. He told me that gay guys were probably gonna want to do things with me and that it was ok to fuck around with them as long as you were not the one taking a dick or if things got too affectionate. Kenny texted

I paused as I read Kenny's message and immediately felt like throwing my phone across the room. I was sure he was going where I thought he was going and I do not know exactly how he figured out I was gay, but I was not just gonna let him mess with me. The way Kenny was talking was also like he expected me to have some form of sexual contact with him. If Kenny thought just because I may be gay means I would want his dick he had another thing coming

You expect me to believe your dad told you that it was ok to fuck gay guys I respond

Well I honestly sugarcoated what he said and made it sound nicer Kenny responded

Ok what's the point of telling me all of this I have a book to continue reading I respond

Just to give you something to think about, talk to you later Kenny responded

I was relieved when the conversation was over but once again Kenny made it sound like he had more to tell me. He was really getting on my nerves and starting to worry me. If he did know my secret he could really fuck up my life and it did appear like he at least was close to figuring it out. I was not going to let Kenny talk to me any way he wanted though because if he had something to use against me he would have done so by now. That is the kind of person Kenny is right?