Kyle shifted in the bathtub, trying to find a way to sit up comfortably. He tried leaning with one arm on the edge, chin propped up by his hand. He sighed, hating the way his skin looked - so pale and pasty. He stared down at his limp, flaccid penis hanging in the water below him. Stan's had looked so different. So ugly at first, Kyle had thought it looked like an uncooked sausage hidden in that tuft of coarse black hair. Still, apparently even soft dicks got Kyle hard. There was something so...naturally erotic about seeing another dude's junk. Seeing something off limits. Seeing something so ugly and embarrassing. Kyle had wanted to lick it.
Erect of course, it'd been different. Kyle remembered hearing some comedian go on and on about how gross and unappealing the male genitalia were. Kyle didn't think that was true. Honestly, there was nothing that made him hungrier. He pressed his fingers to his lips absent-mindedly. He could taste the saltiness on them, still, even though it'd been over a week since they'd fucked.
Of course, they hadn't really fucked, had they? It was more of a fumble and a blow job. But that counted, didn't it? Hell, of course that counted. It had made Kyle feel like a total ass for days, so it had to have counted. If it didn't count then he wouldn't have felt guilty. Wouldn't have felt his stomach twist whenever he'd seen Wendy.
Kyle remembered pulling back Stan's foreskin. Maybe it was because he was a freak or something, but it turned him on to see guys uncut. He had also thought they must've been dirtier somehow. But Stan wasn't dirty. He had tasted clean. Soft and dry; until the first few drops of pre-cum. Kyle wouldn't tell Stan, but he could've sat between his legs and sucked him all night if he'd let him.
Of course he knew what his own semen tasted like. He'd tried it a few times – because, didn't all guys? He had wondered if Stan's would taste different. It hadn't. Kenny had told him once that girls differ in taste, depending on where they're from and what they eat. He'd said they "tasted sweet" and that they have a "raw deal" when it comes to oral. Kyle didn't give a shit if they tasted better or not. He made a face as he thought of swallowing that slimy mess. It'd taken him quite a few years to realise that girls did absolutely nothing for him. But it'd taken him even longer to admit that to anyone – even his best friend.
Nothing could have prepared him for how good it felt to feel another person's hands on your neck. Grabbing chunks of hair; tugging and pulling and groping. The noise of someone moaning with pleasure. The strong, nutty smell of pubic hair rubbing against your cheeks as they grind their hips into your face. Kyle's face flushed a deeper colour as he thought about it. He started to stroke himself.
He relaxed his back and sunk a little further into the luke-warm water. As he pulled on his cock his mind flicked between flashing images. He couldn't just focus on one – they were all turning him on so much. Stan's whimpers as he came, grasping at the sheets. The way his hair curled into his face, sticking to his forehead in strands. The feeling of his hot, fresh cum coating the back of Kyle's throat. The grateful, euphoric smile pasted across his face afterwards. Kyle could feel himself throbbing in his palm. As his hand continued to jerk frantically up and down his dick, he reached fingers under to pry apart his asshole.
God, he wanted Stan inside him. He wanted to feel that cute little uncut cock riding up deep inside him. Wanted to pull his pale hips further into him. Fight his tongue inside his mouth. Chew on his collarbone.
Kyle pressed his forehead to the tiles as a ripple ran along his spine. He breathed in one last time and came onto his hand, cum floating between his fingers like webbing as he jerked the final few pulses. He rolled his head back onto the tiles and knew, for certain, he was going to hell.