"You can pretend I'm him,"
Kyle shivered at the breath skimming his ear. It was dark, too dark to see but he didn't care.
It was easier to pretend that way. He let out a strangled groan as his hips were ground into. He bucked, wanting more. Kenny's laugh rang throughout the empty room.
He wasn't who he wanted. No, Kenny was too blond. Too skinny. Not anything like Stan. No. But the friction felt amazing. Kyle groaned again.
It was all too much. Kenny grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into a rough kiss. Their pants filled the air. Kyle's mind was clouded and he couldn't help but moan Stan's name on the next time their erections ground together.
It was all too much,
but it was never enough.