the watch

I fish for the purse keeping my eyes locked on where Scott is angrily rummaging in the living room. I've always been real good at knowing when to hit the bricks when shit hits the fan, but I worry I might be a bit too late when I see him whip around and face me. I only catch a glimpse of hi wrapping a metal wrist watch around his wrist when I turn to dash for the door.

"You've always been one to freeze in your tracks when scared." Scott says.

And, of course, he's right. That's why I'm so scared that, even with my hand on the doorknob, I'm stuck in my tracks. I've never been good at running away when in trouble. They say that in response to threats you either fight flight fawn or freeze, and I've always been known to freeze. Ever since I was a little kid.

"Listen Hartman," he says, walking up to me and turning me around by the shoulder. "I don't want to scare you. I juts want you to try and see things from a different perspective. You always act so prudish and look down on people for being sexual... Which makes no sense because you've always been one of the horniest people I know."

His firm grasp on my shoulder and my body frozen in fear has me near pissing myself. It doesn't help that Scott is acting so weird.

"Sh-shut up. Why are you talking abut things like that? Just because I'm hypersexual doesn't mean you have the right to talk so freely about my libido ass."

"Why not? We've always talked real freely about sex and sexuality. Hell you make the dirtiest jokes of anyone I know."

He's right. Why am I so nervous about it? it's true that ever since we were kids our hypersexuality was one of the things we had in common, and we've always been super open about it. That and gaming has always been one of the things that made me feel like I was truly 'one of the guys'. Sure it's a major point of contention with my parents. My mom always accuses me of being a sinful degenerate and says it's not very lady like, but I've never really cared much about being lady like and Scott has always accepted me for how I am. So then...

"Heh, yeah... What were we fighting about again?"

And why am I so scared?

"Oh, nothing. I was just talking about this guy from Grindr I fucked. He was this hot piece of femboy ass." Scott says, and squints at me as if he's waiting for me to be squicked out or something.

"Sounds hot."

"Really?" He asks, skeptical, letting go of my shoulder. "Are you into guys?" He seems genuine in asking.

"Yeah I think two guys fucking is so hot bro. Tell me more!"

"Ugh." He says, slapping himself in the face.

He walks over and collapses dramatically on the couch in the living room and I follow him in.

"Dude what? No deets?"

"Okay," Scott says, "You've always been So honest with me no matter what, Right?"

"Yeah, bro. Friends don't lie to each other." I say quoting an oath we had made with each other way back in middle school.

"What is it with you liking gay man porn?"

I blush harder than I think I've ever bushed before at the question. I nearly freeze in my tracks in fear, but I've always been honest with him, and he's always been honest with me. I was the first person he ever came out to as gay. Even though I've never told a soul my deepest darkest most shameful secret, I now I can trust him.

"You can't tell anyone okay?"

"Of course not Hartman."

"Sometimes when I watch gay porn I like to imagine I'm one of the guys in the video... It REALLY turns me on..."

"No shit? Really? Did I do that?" He mumbles the last question under his breath.

"Yeah man..." I say, crossing my arms over my c cup breasts, "I always thought it'd be so hot to have a flt chest and—"

"Is that it? Easy. You've always been pretty flat chested."

"Well yeah" I say, uncrossing my arms "I've never been much more than an A cup, but that's not what I mean!"

"What... do you mean?" Scott asks, standing up and getting really close to me, stroking his chin as if what I'm explaining is the most puzzling thing he's ever heard.

"You know how guys chests are, flat and broad and hairy, and just so masculine..."

Scott walks closer and closer to me until I'm backed into a corner. I look down and can see a bulge forming in his pants. He puts and hand on the wall behind me.

"S-Scott what the hell."

"Take your shirt off."