“its kinda hard to fucking walk you know” Scott said. This was my normal weekend routine until a stranger moved into our area. “I know”, I said. He would ride home with me every Friday after school and usually stay until Sunday when his mother made him return home. “What, where did you get that”, I asked? I looked at him and he was so boyish looking. “You know your right Scott, it’s just fucking sex, and skin is skin, on a dick or pussy, it’s just skin. I reminded myself he was my friend and we should be able to share our feelings. It was easy to date girls but they always seemed to have to return home about 9 or 10 and so we rode around until we got tired and back to my house and listened to music and played Atari 2600. I knew this was going to be it. We grew apart as I was still interested in girls and he was too.
