School's out and it's Friday! About time, especially after that history test. I mean, I don't think I did that bad but Dad will probably tell me to try harder next time. All I know is that it's time to go home and get some gaming done; after all, "Super Sword Cats 3: Phallo's Revenge" won't beat itself and I’ve been stuck on this one level for a while. I just hope Mom and Dad don't have me do too many chores. He shouldn't need to mow the grass but he'll probably wanna do one last round before all the leaves fall.
I head to the back of the bus and sit next to my bestest friend, Joey Pinkerton. What a pal. He was the grey fox back in preschool who would share stuff with me: crayons, blocks, sometimes the occasional cold. He was also the one who stood up for me when that bully Jesse, a surprisingly strong chihuahua, shoved me in the lunch line and taunted me with “Peter, Peter, Peepee Eater.” It was one of those things where you're just friends and you knew it'd last forever regardless of species.
He was holding his hat on his lap, the yellow hat he usually wore during recess, when I sat down and the bus finally left the school parking lot.

"I tell you what, Peter. I'm just glad it's the weekend," said Joey.
"Tell me about it! My mind's exhausted from that history test. It's always those short answers that confuse me."
"Oh same. Why do I need to know the names of these people? They've been dead for ages."
"Unless they were, oh, I don’t know, zombies!"
"Zombie General Todd Walker and the Beckett County Brigade!"
"Yeah!"
"PIPE DOWN BACK THERE!" yelled our bus driver, Mr. Jeffurson. Of course, he's trying to spoil any sort of fun on this bus but I don't see why he couldn't relax once in a while. I don’t think any of us have seen him make something that looks like a smile. It’s one of those things that probably doesn’t exist like Santa Paws. The bus stopped and some students got off. Once we got going again, Joey got real quiet and whispered something in my ear.
"Hey, you wanna see something?"
"Yeah sure."
Joey then lifted his hat on his lap and his weenie was peeking out of his undies. Not a full stiffie but he just had the tip showing; I guess that’s the only part of him that’s pink. His undies were slightly pee-stained on the front near the flap. My body shivered and I felt my cheeks get warm. Sure, I had seen my younger brother's weenie when he gets a bath and my dad's whenever we changed into our swim trunks at the community center but that was my family. This is someone else, my best friend. And in public! I looked at him and then back at his weenie.
"You can touch it if you wanna. I don't mind."
I never felt so nervous. I remembered Dad told me not to touch someone else's privates but all the scary people he talked about were adults. Joey's just a few months older than me and he said it was fine, so it's gotta be ok, right? I reached out and next thing I knew, my paw was on his weenie. It felt soft, just like mine whenever I have to pee standing up. I noticed I started to get a little stiff down there and I didn’t want him to know that.
We hit a bump in the road and my paw flew off, nearly smacking myself in the face. Joey zipped up his pants and put his hat back on his lap. My mind was racing from that little thrill so much that I almost didn’t hear the bus driver yell my name when it stopped at my house. I said goodbye to Joey and then hustled to my bedroom, telling Mom that I had a little bit of homework to do. That wasn’t true at all but I needed some privacy. Besides, she didn’t need to know what was going on down there.
I dropped my backpack on the floor and collapsed on the bed. I didn’t have any answers for what happened. Why did Joey do that? We could’ve been in big trouble if someone caught us, especially if that tattletale George saw any of it. Why did I go along with it? I could’ve said no but this was my best friend. The weird part was that Joey was so calm through the whole thing. If he was nervous, he didn’t show it then. Does he like guys? Does he like me? Is this his way of saying he likes me like that?
But then…
Why did my weenie do that? Mom and Dad told me that I’m supposed to only like girls when we had that talk about how babies are made. I’m not even sure I like girls like that; besides, they have cooties and whatever. I wish I knew why my weenie did that. Sure, I’ve might have played with it once or twice in my room but it never got hard without me touching it. Then this afternoon happened. It was scary but also it was kinda fun in a weird way. I couldn’t think of anything else in that moment other than Joey.
I’m not gonna tell my folks. That’s just gonna get us both in trouble and could mean no more sleepovers, especially since there’s one in a few weeks. I don’t want that to happen and I don’t think Joey does either. It’s best to keep it to myself.
“Peter! Dinnertime!”
Hearing that from mom snapped me from my daze. Maybe some food and video games will take my mind off things.