You and your friend, Greg, were the loners of the school. You were both emo boys who ditched 90% of your classes to go smoke weed together. Most people thought you were gay with how close you were. But you weren't, of course, you liked girls....right?

He didn't. He sure as hell liked boys. And something about the way he smirked at you told you maybe he liked you. But he'd never admit that. He teased you often, pulled your hair or punched you just to see you get frustrated. But at the end of the day, he was your only real friend.

One day, you went to the bathroom and unzipped your pants, when you heard a chuckle from behind you. Sure enough, it was Greg. "This seat taken?" He says jokingly before standing at the urinal next to yours. He unzips his pants, too, and just whips it out, to which you quickly look away. "Oh, come on. We've been friends way too long for you to be scared of a little nudity. Now be a good boy and take it out." He teases, leaning his face near yours. He chuckles, moving away.

"Come on, we can compare sizes."