It was hard for me to continue reading after receiving those texts from Kenny but I did. I eventually finished the chapter I was on and put the book down. I was worried about the way Kenny had been behaving with me. He most likely does not know I am gay but he is at least thinking that I may be. If he keeps talking to me like he has been I am going to have a breakdown and then he would definitely put two and two together. I know the moment Kenny confirms his obvious suspicion of my sexuality he is gonna tell everyone.
The weirdest thing that Kenny had texted me was definitely that crazy shit his dad had supposedly told him. It was hard for me to picture Kenny's dad sitting his son down and telling him about the etiquette that goes into having sex with a gay guy. His family was very odd and kind of backwoods so maybe this was just a common thing amongst the poorer people in South Park. It did seem Kind of hypocritical to talk about how weird and disgusting gays are on one hand and then talk about how to properly have sex with them in the other. Maybe it did not even register to them though in their little-uneducated heads.
Kenny's dad had never said anything really about gay guys when Stan and I had gone over to get Kenny. He did, however, seem like the guy who would go around beating up gay kids back in his youthful years. Come to think of it most of Kenny's family were definitely no strangers to violence so his dad probably beat all kinds of kids up when he was younger. It did disturb though to think of Kenny's dad forcing a gay kid to give him sexual favors.
I thought to what Kenny was texting me earlier and worried that he may be trying to get me to give him some sexual favors. Even if I had heard that Kenny was well endowed I did not want someone like him doing anything with me. He was pretty trash and did not keep an acceptable level of hygiene, and to top it off I pretty much hated the guy at this point. Kenny was a well known for sleeping with a lot of girls so I doubted he was actually wanting me to service him. He was definitely just fucking with me trying to jab at the possibility of me being gay and I just had to play along until he moved on to fucking with me in another way.
I was not afraid of Kenny actually beating the shit out of me. He was pretty much the least violent person in his family although that was not saying much. Kenny's mom, dad, and older brother were always getting in fights even with each other and Kenny's sister had been gone for about a year now. Not to say that Kenny never was violent. Kenny himself had been known to have gotten in quite a few fights and even more as he had gotten older. He has even come close to getting in a fist fight with me a couple times, but Stan always broke it up. I could argue with Kenny but in a fist fight, there was no way in hell I would win. So I would immediately begrudgingly shut up the moment he threatened to fight me.
I just had to let Kenny have his fun poking at what he thought was my orientation and not give him any grounds to confirm his suspicion. Eventually, he would move on to something else and I would be in the clear.
I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and immediately feel aggravated. Was Kenny seriously texting me again? When I check my phone I am relieved to see that it is Stan who has texted me.
Hey dude what happened to you last night
I left early I respond
Yea Bebe said you looked upset he responds
I just was irritated, what are you doing I respond
Me and token are playing the new Immortal combat game I got want to play? Wendy is coming too. Stan responds
I respond with a yes and Stan sends me a smiley face. I get up from my bed and put my shoes on. I head downstairs and out my front door heading over to Stan's house.
Stan, Wendy, Token, and I almost always hung out on the weekend. We usually watched a movie together or just went out to a restaurant, but we occasionally met at one of our houses and played games and talked. Stan has been pushing for us to play his new game ever since he got it and it was pretty fun but I was not a fan of gore so it only did so much for me. I primarily enjoyed the combos and winning rather than doing a flashy finisher. Wendy was even less thrilled about the game than I was, and that was probably because she was the worst at it. She still enjoyed playing and did occasionally win a fight.
Wendy preferred we go out to a fancy restaurant above anything else and Token and Stan much preferred to play sports. I, myself, enjoyed watching movies so video games were kind of a middle ground option. Wendy and I could not play for shit when it came down to sports. Stan and Token wanted to do other stuff besides watch movies and go out to eat. We all somehow hung out together despite our different tastes.
Occasionally Stan would invite Kenny, Wendy would invite Red and Bebe, and Token would bring his girlfriend over, but for the most part, it was just the four of us. Whenever Red and Bebe showed up we always round up going on a mini shopping spree and whenever Token's girlfriend showed up I felt like a fifth wheel to the two couple's present. Nothing compared to when Kenny showed up, though. Whenever he hung out with us it was honestly hard for me and him not to butt heads despite Stan trying to force us to bury the hatchet. That is why we probably hung out with the other options more often than Kenny.
I eventually arrive at Stan's house just as Wendy shows up. She looks to be extremely happy and glowing probably because she and Stan had done stuff together last night.
"Hey, Kyle," Wendy greets.
"Hey Wendy," I respond.
"Did you have fun last night," Wendy asked as we walked up to the house.
"Not really," I say as I let out a forced chuckle.
We knock on the front door and Stan answers. He hugs Wendy as we enter the house and I try my best to ignore it. I thought I was over being ditched at the party by Stan but seeing the two of them close again reawakened my feelings from that night. Stan did not even say a word to me on the way to his room. He and Wendy just talked about what a great time they had had last night.
We thankfully get to Stan's room and the conversation finally stops. Token already has a controller in his hand and ask if I want to play first. We spend the next half hour or so playing Stan's new game. I win a couple of times against Stan and Token but win almost every game against Wendy. I honestly was taking out my resentment about her stealing Stan from me last night out on her character. After a while, we go downstairs and get some sodas from Stan's fridge as we watch some random show that is on his television. I have never seen it before but from what I could gather it was some show about bidding.
My friends begin talking about what they did at the party and what they did afterward. Token says he got drunk way too early on and has trouble recollecting what he did when he got home, but he says he thinks he just watched television and went to bed. Then Stan and Wendy start talking about what happened after Wendy arrived at the party. They went to the kitchen to get some alcohol and apparently Stan almost got into a fight with some senior when he started hitting on Wendy. It really cut me deep that not only did Stan care so much more about Wendy than he did me, but he also was willing to get into a fight for her. He did not come to my defense when Clyde forcefully made out with me.
Eventually Token begin prodding about what I did at the party and afterward. Stan and Wendy also become curious about what I was up to last night. I try to shrug it off like nothing much happened. Then Token said something that caught me off guard.
"So how was Clyde," Token snickered suggestively.
"I don't want to talk about it," I say hiding my face in a couch pillow.
Stan, Wendy, and Token start laughing at my obvious embarrassment. I was worried people would talk about what I did with Clyde and now my friends were laughing at me. I wondered who all else the news had spread to. I remembered how strange Kenny had been acting and wondered if what I did with Clyde was what caused him to start behaving so peculiar. If definitely made more sense than him straight up catching me watching gay porn because I feel like he would have laid it more thickly if he had caught me.
"Yea I'm sorry about leaving you in that predicament," Stan apologizes sincerely,"I had no idea Clyde was gonna do something that crazy."
I feel immense relief when Stan apologizes. It was reassuring to hear that he actually cared about me and he had not just forgotten about leaving me behind last night entirely. Even though he still ditched me at least he apologized for doing so.
"Clyde can get pretty carried away when he plays games like that, though," Token adds.
"You know I heard once that he actually made out with a guy for three minutes," Wendy gossips,"Just to hook up with this one chick who was super into to boy on boy action."
"Are you not into boy on boy action," Token asks suggestively raising his eyebrow.
"Well I guess I am technically," Wendy says kind of nervously.
Stan and Token have a short laugh at Wendy's shyness of the subject. It is a rare occurrence to see Wendy being bashful about anything. She looks uncharacteristically vulnerable at moments like these.
"Come on guys," Wendys says rolling her eyes," as if you don't fantasize about girl on girl action."
"Well, you got us beat there Wendy," Stan answers honestly," We were just messing with ya."
We spent the next couple of hours alternating between watching television, playing games, and just chatting. We even went out to Stan's backyard to play a small football game. Wendy and I were terrible and it was impossible playing with just four players so we just played keep away and took turns. We had a good time and I no longer held much resentment for Stan and Wendy. I did enjoy being friends with Wendy and respected her a lot. If she had never gotten with Stan I would have absolutely no problems with her, but seeing how Stan looks at her with a mixture of love and lust is something that I was never going to be able to move past. At least at moments like this when the four of us hung out together, I could forget about Stan and her being together and just treat them as friends. In the end, if Stan and I could stay best friends I think I would be okay. Even though I would never be able to be loved by him the way I wanted to.
Around two in the afternoon Wendy receives a call from Red telling her that she and Bebe were about to go on a shopping trip to the big mall in Denver. Wendy asked Stan if he minded her leaving and Stan told her to go have fun. Wendy gives Stan a kiss before she heads out and leaves us, three guys, alone. The three of us play more of Stan's new video game while Token and Stan bring up that they have football practice tomorrow. I am upset and feel like I need to spend my time with them today wisely since they were busy tomorrow.
At one point token got up to use the restroom leaving me and Stan alone in his bedroom. Stan gave me a serious look that caught me off guard. I wondered why he was looking at me like this all of sudden.
"Kyle you are not mad at me are you," Stan asked,"about me leaving you when Wendy showed up."
"No of course not," I respond unsure of where Stan was going with this.
"Well Bebe did say you were upset when you left," Stan pointed out,"So what were you upset about."
"I had a run in with Kenny," I admitted.
"Oh," Stan says in realization,"was it bad."
"Only slightly worse than usual," I say in a sarcastically happy voice.
"I really wish you guys would get along again," Stan says in a depressed tone.
"He ran me over in the hallway," I said defensively,"Just so he could bang this preppy chick."
Stan snickered to my surprise and I wondered what he thought was so funny.
"What," I ask him.
"Nothing," Stans says,"Forget about it."
"No seriously what was so funny," I asked.
"It's just weird that you are calling someone else preppy," Stan says,"Your pretty preppy too ya know."
I knew I did have high standards in life for myself and others, but I never thought of myself as preppy. I do admit that I may have a bit of a similar air about me, but I did not go around assuming I was better than everybody else. I realized I actually was kind of a prep at that moment and wondered if I appeared like an asshole to everyone else. There was a difference though between me and your everyday prep. One my family was one of the wealthier ones in South Park but were in no way filthy rich. Two most preps just through money around and felt better than people due to their family's wealth, and I on the other hand actually earned my right to look down on at least some people. Primarily the stupid more so than the poor. Which Kenny, who I criticized more than anyone, just happened to be both.
"Ok dude I guess you may have a point," I say and ask," Why do you want me and Kenny to get along so bad."
"I just miss how things were you know," Stan said with the same depressed tone from earlier.
"What, do you want Cartman back as well," I ask.
"Dude Cartman was batshit crazy," Stan says,"And he only got more extreme after his year in Juvie."
It was unfair to bring Cartman up to argue against Kenny and I patching things up. Kenny may be annoying and a dick, but Cartman nowadays was even worst. Cartman had gone to juvie at one point in middle school after we had stopped hanging out with him all the time. I do not remember what the charges were but I knew he had done something serious because it was his mom who made him go. It was good for severing our friendship with him, but when he came back he responded to me with threats more often than usual. Even Kenny who was the closest thing to being his best friend distanced himself, but only slightly because he and Cartman still hung out fairly often. I think Kenny just found Cartman amusing and Cartman wanted to feel like he was appreciated so that is how that relationship worked. Cartman was most likely one of the drug dealers in town as well. I assume he was where Kenny got his stuff from.
I had heard that Cartman sells stuff in one of the abandoned buildings that the high school does not use anymore. Cartman still plotted to do crazy schemes now and again and often dragged Kenny and Craig into it. Craig was probably only dragged along because he owed Cartman money for drugs or something because Craig also seemed to very much dislike Cartman. Many people in our school actually hated Cartman and avoided him like the plague. I would feel bad for him if I did not know he deserved it. Cartman was well renowned for getting Kenny and Craig in detention and I only could assume he would get them in even bigger trouble eventually.
There were some other rumors about the abandoned school buildings dotting the high school's lot. Ranging from wild ghost stories to kids who meet to fight and fuck. I and many other kids avoided them for obvious reasons. The school was either too lazy or unwilling to get rid of the buildings that no longer were up to code. Knowing South Park High School it was probably both.
"Well me and Kenny have been texting more often," I say misleadingly in an attempt to appease Stan.
"Really," Stan asks disbelievingly.
"Yea we are," I say.
"wait," Stan says as his mood drops,"What are you texting each other about."
"Well, we are texting," I say not wanting to tell Stan about the weird messages Kenny had sent me.
"You two are arguing aren't you," Stan says with irritation his voice.
"Not entirely," I answer with a shrug.
I myself did not know exactly what the hell Kenny was up to. I probably should not have brought it up with Stan because now he was curious as to what Kenny and I were saying to each other. Token comes back to Stan's bedroom before stan could say something else and immediately starts chatting up Stan about football practice tomorrow. Stan has luckily forgotten about our conversation and eventually it is time for me and Token to leave. Token heads out and quickly begins heading to his house that is in the opposite direction of mine. Stan quickly catches up to me before I am out of his sight.
"Kyle please at least try to get along with Kenny," Stan pleaded.
I looked at Stan's face and realized I would not be able to just magically get along with Kenny especially with how weird he has been acting. I let out a sigh as I look at my best friend right in his eyes.
"I can't promise anything," I say as I walk away.
As I walk away from Stan's house I catch a glimpse of him looking at me with a sad look. I know he wanted me to be friends with Kenny but he was so insufferable ever since I went off on him over the summer. So many people wanted me to behave and act a certain way and I was growing sick of it. Why can people not understand that there are some things that range from extremely hard to downright impossible for me to do?
Suddenly my phone buzzed and as I dug it out of my pocket I saw that it was another message from Kenny.
Hello Kyle
Hello Kenny I respond
I was so tired of Kenny and considered ignoring him, but then he would probably just come see me in person. I am much more confident when I do not have to be near Kenny. If he told me in person the kind of stuff he had texted me I would probably start blushing from embarrassment. The idea of someone discovering my sexuality was very embarrassing to me considering how personal it was.
So what's up with your dick Kenny reponds
What the hell does that mean? I respond
Just when I thought this could get any weirder Kenny brings up my dick. I seriously wondered if he was stoned out of his mind right now. It would definitely explain this unusual behavior he has suddenly started displaying.
Like why is it so small, lol Kenny responds
Kenny are you on something right now I respond
I'm not on anything right now lol, It just seem weird someone with such a big ego has such a tiny dick Kenny responds
You don't know how big I am I respond
I quickly realize that Kenny is literally having a dick measuring competition with me. I know I am unusually small and Kenny has a reputation of being hung but Kenny did not know that.
Yes I do Kenny responds
How the hell would you know I respond
I saw it last night Kenny responds
I freeze up and stop walking the moment I read his message. I thought for a fact Kenny had not seen me masturbating because he totally would not hesitate to tell everyone and ruin my life, but now Kenny is claiming to have actually seen my dick. I wondered if he might have pulled my pajamas down and looked at it before doing his masked murderer routine last night. Although the thought of Kenny moving my body around while I was unaware was an almost equally unpleasant thought. It was still possible he was just fucking with me but now I was worried that I might have been mistaken when I thought all of this abnormal behavior was just Kenny fucking with me.
When I respond
Part of me was scared to challenge Kenny's knowledge and find out that he had seen me jacking off last night. At this point, I had to challenge his knowledge though and see if he actually knew anything.
When I came over lol, but seriously it looks to be 6 inches at most Kenny responds
What'd you do pull my pajamas bottoms off when I was sleeping? I respond
No, look just answer the question, why is your penis small :) Kenny responded
I was not sure if Kenny was bluffing or if he had anything planned based on my response, but I decided to end the conversation there.
This conversation is over Kenny I respond
Ok look, I have to go now anyway, but later on, I am gonna call you and if you do not answer you will regret it. K princess. Kenny responded.
I was worried about what Kenny meant by regret it, but with what Kenny had just said I was debating on whether or not to answer him when he called later. I knew I had to answer him because he apparently knew my dick size. Sure it was actually five inches but the way he was texting him made it seem like he had actually seen it last night. He simply could not have seen me masturbating because there was no way someone like him would be able to restrain themselves from going around telling everyone. I walked down the street back towards my home with Kenny's vague threat on my mind.
By the time I get home it is around four to five in the afternoon. My mom is already preparing tonight's dinner and Ike has gone down the road to play with some of his friends. Dad is relaxing in the living room so I go up to my bedroom. I get on my computer and begin watching some youtube videos.
I eventually watch all of the new videos in my subscription feed and when I look at the clock I realize I had been on for about an hour. My mom calls us down to dinner and another family meal ensues. My dad for once is the one doing the talking as he tells Ike stories about his youth. They are not terribly interesting but it helps pass the time. He brings up his friendship with Kenny's dad and I am reminded of Kenny's text. I wondered when he was going to call me. My dad tells a story about when he and Kenny's dad had ditched middle school once. Apparently, he ended up getting in trouble for it so the story was basically him trying to teach us, or Ike at least, not to let people have too much influence over your decisions. I agreed with my dad entirely and felt the story was kind of redundant for me personally. I would of never let someone like Kenny's dad, no someone like Kenny get me into trouble. I am not sure what Kenny had planned for me tonight when he called, and I had decided I was going to answer it instead of risking whatever he meant when he said I would regret not answering, but he was not gonna get me involved in something that got me into trouble.
It was around nine and I was in my bed reading more of my book when I got the call. I hesitated at first but knew, in the long run, I was gonna have to answer it. I answered the phone and put it up to my ear mentally preparing myself for the worst.
"This is Kyle," I say nervously.
"What are you doing," Kenny asked.
"Just laying in bed reading," I answer hoping for this conversation to be over.
"Ok so like I was saying what is it like having such a tiny dick," Kenny stated bluntly.
"What the hell do you want from me," I answer taken aback by Kenny once again bringing up my penis.
"You should know what the hell I want," Kenny replies angrily,"Now answer the question or else."
"Or else what," I challenged.
"Or else I will tell everyone you like sucking dick." Kenny threatened.
I felt angry and scared at the same time. Kenny could not know I was gay and if he did he was beating around the bush to an extreme extent. I think what Kenny wanted was to make me feel like shit. His comment did throw me off but I had enough of Kenny tugging me around and decided it was time to challenge him
"Kenny just leave me the fuck alone, I don't have time for your random threats against me," I say bitterly," You do not know shit about me so how about you just go lay down on the floor on your little torn up mattress and go to bed until whatever drugs you are on wear off."
I do not give Kenny a chance to respond as I hang up on him. I fell really good about standing up to his crazy ass. If Kenny had any actual blackmail that I had to worry about he would have shown me it already. He was just being a little asshole like always. I take a shower and go to bed feeling happy with myself for shutting Kenny up.
I woke up on Sunday and went through my normal Sunday routine. I was feeling really good because Kenny had not tried contacting me ever since I told him off. I was sure now that he was just grasping at straws and did not have anything against me that I had to worry about. I would like to hang out with Token and Stan but they had football practice for half the day today. Wendy was probably also busy with either work or her girlfriends. I was not gonna just sit around the house all day so I decided to go to the arcade.
I had not been to the towns arcade in a couple weeks and heard they had added quite a few new games since then. I still had plenty of money left from my monthly allowance so I decided to go.
I eventually arrive at the arcade. There are quite a few people inside which is not surprising considering it is the weekend. The arcade mostly has middle and elementary schoolers inside of it, but there are a few high schoolers I recognize here and there. I go to the exchange machine next to the prize counter that was being over ran with countless kids trying to exchange tickets for prizes. I pull out a ten dollar bill and put it in the machine. Soon twenty or so tokens come out and I am ready to start playing.
I spent the next half hour trying to play all the new games the arcade had added except for a dancing rhythm game that I was never gonna even attempt to play. I was soon out of tokens and counting the number of tickets I had earned. I had roughly around seventy tickets and I noticed thankfully that the mob that had formed around the prize counter had dissipated. I realized I had to use the restroom so I stuffed the tickets into my pocket and went to the small bathroom at the back of the arcade. I went up to the urinal and relieved my bladder. There was no one else in the bathroom and it only had one stall. I washed my hands when suddenly the bathroom door opened and Clyde walked in.
I kept washing my hands trying to avoid eye contact. I was not mad at Clyde but he was the first guy that had ever made out with me before so being around him made me uncomfortable. Any hopes I had of avoiding him were dashed when he noticed me.
"Oh hey Kyle," Clyde greeted cheerfully.
"Hey Clyde," I said with a nod.
"Are you here to try the new rhythm game they just added," Clyde asked.
"Actually, I was just about to leave," I responded keeping my focus on washing my hands.
I realized I had been rubbing my hand together a little too roughly and decided to dry them off. Clyde was still standing next to the door and I wondered what he was doing just standing still.
"Listen, Kyle you're not mad at me are you," Clyde asked apologetically.
"What," I respond confused,"No of course not."
Although I wished Clyde had not made out with in front of a crowd of people it is not like I did not enjoy the make-out session.
"You sure," Clyde asked thoughtfully,"I mean I did do it without really asking you permission or how you felt about it."
"We are fine,"I answered,"Even though you did do it without any warning," I said with a laugh.
It felt really nice that Clyde was actually apologizing to me just because he thought I might have been mad at him. His personality was definitely what girls found to be most attractive about him, not that his body was a detractor.
"Yea," Clyde laughed with a hint of nervousness in his voice," The girls were really wanting to see something like Bebe and that one chick gave us, and I guess I got a little carried away."
I walk towards the door of the restroom. I felt a familiar feeling in my chest and knew I was falling for Clyde. I had not talked to him on a regular basis, but the way he was being so considerate was definitely making me infatuated with him. I fought off a blush as I grabbed the handle of the restroom and went to head out. Clyde began walking towards the urinals.
"Oh yea and if you want to play again I will give you some warning next time," Clyde said with a nervous chuckle.
Our eyes momentarily met before I left the restroom. Clyde had an adorable smile on his face but I also detected a slight blush. I felt like I had seen his eyes somewhere before as the door closed. I knew I was blushing intensely so I buried my face in my hands. I seriously hoped that Clyde did not find what just happened to be weird. It was weird suddenly having Clyde present in my mind in a way that only Stan had been in the past. I felt wrong for looking at Clyde the same way I did Stan, but then I thought about Stan and Wendy. Stan obviously did not love me in that way and I felt like I was wasting my time waiting for Stan to suddenly do a one-eighty and start viewing me the way he did Wendy. I pushed on towards the awards counter so I could get home and think about my life, preferably while soaking in a hot bath.
When I get in line for the prize counter I suddenly see someone I immediately recognize. Eric cartman was standing at the front of the line getting into some dispute with the guy running the counter. Just the sight of Cartman was enough to put me in a bad mood. Several people who were in line began walking out of the arcade with their tickets in their hands. Clearly, they would rather come back later than to be subjected to Eric's stupidity. I try to keep my head down not wanting to Cartman to notice me.
He and the counter guy just kept arguing, though. Cartman insisted that he had enough tickets to get some stupid stuffed animal and the counter guy had weighed them and counted them four times in a row and told Cartman that he did not have enough. Cartman was not giving up though and everybody in line was yelling at him to just move. Cartman turned around and started yelling back at them when he noticed me standing behind this one tall chick.
"Hey Kyle, give me some of your tickets," Cartman said in a polite tone pointing at my pocket stuffed with tickets.
"No, get your own tickets" I respond.
"Dammit, Kyle I already spent a hundred dollars on token now give me some god damn tickets," Cartman yelled as a few people in the line began to watch our exchange.
"Oh my god you're making a scene," I point out as I toss him all of my tickets in a lump,"Take the damn things I'm leaving anyways."
Everyone in the line looks relieved as Eric finally gets his giant stuffed animal and moves on. I too leave the arcade irritated by the loss of my tickets. I did not really mind all that much, the tickets only could get you cheap pointless stuff anyways. Cartman was still pretty chubby but ever since Juvie he had slimmed down a surprising amount of weight. Honestly, I almost wish he hadn't so I could still pick fun at his weight whenever he made crude jokes to my people. I make my way back to my house forgetting about Cartman entirely.
When I get back home my mom informs me that we are going out as a family to a nice restaurant. I put on some of my nice clothes preparing to go out. Mom gets into a little spat with Ike because he does not want to comb his hair. I remember when I was Ike's age and could not deny mother when it came to anything. Ike was more rebellious than I was but not by much. My mother still likes having a hand in my life but luckily she has eased up from when I was younger and turned more of her attention to Ike.
Just when we are loading up in the care I feel my phone buzz. I take my phone out and see that Kenny has messaged me. I felt irritation from being reminded about Kenny's earlier messages and the way he had talked to me. I then read Kenny's message.
I hate you, you preppy asshole
I remembered how Stan had told me yesterday that I acted preppy and I did not appreciate someone else making that assertion. On the bright side, Kenny did appear to not actually have any substance behind his threats yesterday and that made me feel a lot more at ease.
My family had a nice time at the restaurant. My mother was very judgemental of the food as always but overall came out enjoying her meal. My father just discussed how the case he was working on was going. He was defending some elderly guy who while on medication had stripped naked and broke into his neighbor's apartment. My mother shushed him for bringing up such a topic while we were eating. When we were done with our meal we all went home and prepared for bed.
As I was about to go to bed I once again heard my phone buzz. I saw that Kenny has messaged me once more. I roll my eyes as I read his text.
I know what you are
I felt unnerved but quickly recovered. There was no way Kenny actually knew shit and was just trying to bait me back into his bizarre little obsession with my sexuality. Then something unthinkable happened as my phone buzzed again.
This time, it was a video he had sent me. I watched the video in horror as I realized not only had Kenny seen me masturbating to gay porn he had also recorded it. I remembered when I saw that my window was open a crack and from where the camera on his phone was angled I could tell he was recording from outside that window. The footage shocked me in how incriminating it was. You could clearly see it was me masturbating to gay porn and you could even see my dick and all. That explained how he knew with certainty that my dick was small. The video ends with me orgasming into a tissue and I assumed Kenny at that point had seen me get up and ran away only to come back with the knife prank later.
I was frozen with fear and could not move. My world was collapsing and I felt like jumping out the window. Then another message came from Kenny.
I think it's time someone pulled you off your fucking high horse