Miss me? I doubt it. I seriously doubt it... but I'm back and refreshed.
After a day or two, all Kyle could think about was Stan's kiss. He traced his lips with his finger and relived that memory over and over just to get hard off it. Using a fake ID, Kyle went to a porn store at some point after school and bought one of the vibrating butt plugs that looked to be as big as the second plug Eric used on him and lubrication. Hid it carefully in his night stand and thinking of the kiss, took it out. He lubed it, pulled down his pants, and slowly inserted it inside him. He held the little remote and turned it on. He cranked it, level by level, every few minutes until it was on full. He also took out a baggy.
He closed his eyes tight and not only relived the kiss between he and Stan, but imagined going even further. He imagined looking into Stan's blue eyes and mouth around his cock. Then he thought that Stan would never submit to him like that and would be the one giving him oral instead. Then he imagined that Eric would be there, instructing Kyle on what to do. Kyle didn't understand why Eric would even be there, sure he'd love to watch his 'Jew pet' in action, but never that - right?
Close to climax, a knock on his door. "Shit." Kyle mumbled as he took the plug out of his ass, put in a bag he had set out, pulled up his pants fast, "Hang on just a minute. Lemme unlock the door."
"Kyle?" It was Stan.
Kyle didn't realize that he was still 'raised' until he was about to unlock the door. "Dammit..." Kyle said under his breath. He unlocked the door and shot back to his bed and put his blanket over his lap, "I-It's unlocked!" Stan opened the door, walked in, closed the door, and locked it behind him, "You okay?" "Ye-Yeah, w-why do you ask?" Kyle answered. Stan narrowed his eyes a bit, "Because you keep shuddering." Kyle didn't realize, as he was too busy hiding his boner under the blanket, "No, I'm fine, seriously." He was unsure if Stan believed him. Stan wasn't sure if Kyle was telling the truth, either way, he went further, "You've been distant since... you know, that day. Are you mad?" Kyle's eyes soften, "Dude. I'm not mad, I've been... I don't know, overwhelmed."
"Why?" Stan asked, obvious on being oblivious. Kyle exhaled, becoming annoyed, "Gee, I don't know Stan, maybe when you accused me of fucking Cartman and then kissing me!" Kyle was careful enough not to be loud enough to be heard by his parents or his brother who were down stairs, greatest to his knowledge. Stan stood in front Kyle and looked down at him, "Did you like it?"
Kyle looked up at Stan, a faint blush on his cheeks, "I-I-I guess." Stan looked at Kyle's computer, he put it by the door, and turned on the music. He made sure the music was loud enough to drown out their voices if anyone were to walk by. Kyle just sat there; his eyes followed Stan's movements until Stan was sitting beside him on the bed. "Did you like it?" Stan repeated, he held the back of Kyle's head and leaned his face into his. Before Kyle could question Stan's action, Stan kissed him, sucking on Kyle's lips so he couldn't break away. Stan's fingers dug into Kyle's head, preventing him from moving back.
Stan only broke the kiss to push Kyle onto his back and straddled him, "I've been meaning to ask, why have you been wearing turtle necks?" "Don't Stan." Kyle responded. Stan pushed Kyle's shirt up and saw the hickies that Eric had left on Kyle's torso, "Kyle, where did these come from?" Kyle turned his head and didn't answer Stan's question. Stan recognized the bruises for what they were, "Who did you get these from?" "Get what?" Kyle played dumb; he knew damn well what Stan was talking about. "The hickies, Kyle! Who gave them to you?!" Stan demanded. Kyle simply mumbled, "I plea the fifth."
"That's not how you use it, I guess. Fine, if you don't want to tell me, then I'll just have to figure out a different way to force you to tell me." Stan promised. He threw off his hat, coat, and shirt. He looked down at Kyle, who still had his head turned away. "Look at me." Stan ordered. Kyle refused by saying and doing nothing. Stan made sure to put fierceness into his demand, "Fucking look at me, Kyle!"
Startled, Kyle looked at Stan. He gulped air, Stan was hot! His body was lean and toned, smaller muscled than Eric, but still really look to look at. "I want you to touch me, Kyle." Stan purred into Kyle's ear. Kyle's face went into a deep blush. Kyle slowly lifted his hands and ran them up and down Stan's torso. He looked at Stan's face, "How about I straddle you and get a better feel?" Stan got off and helped him up, "I was waiting for you to ask."
Stan lied down and Kyle got on top. While he explored Stan's body with his hands, Kyle was flushed. He leaned down and kissed Stan's neck and shoulders; sucking gently every few kisses. Stan smirked, "Take off your shirt." Kyle knelt back up and shed his shirt. Stan saw all the healing bruises on Kyle's body clearly. Each hicky looked purposely placed. One next to Kyle's Adam's apple, a few on the side of his neck, a few by his collar bone and shoulder, one on each of his nipples, and one on his stomach. Aside that, Stan thought Kyle's body was sexy thin. Kyle looked uncomfortable and Stan smiled reassuringly, "Come on, I liked what you were doing." Kyle leaned down and went back to kissing and sucking on Stan's skin.
Kyle had kissed every inch of Stan's front side and came to his pants. He looked at Stan.
"I can't go further."
"Why not?"
"I'm not comfortable doing so."
Stan looked at him emphatically"Get on your back and I'll make you feel better." They switched sides again, Kyle put pillows behind his back and head to lean up. Stan unbuttoned Kyle's jeans and unzipped the fly. He looked up at Kyle, "Good so far?" Kyle nodded. Stan pulled on Kyle's boxers and handled his cock. Stan had masturbated plenty to know what feels good and used what he had done to himself on Kyle. Kyle pushed his head into the pillow and his eyes were clenched shut. Slowly, Stan lowered his mouth around the head until Kyle could feel Stan's tongue and lips around it.
It was his first time giving head rather than receiving it and it was defiantly the first time he was with another guy. Kyle knew he was inexperienced but could feel the determination behind it. Stan tried hard to please Kyle and in Kyle's eyes, this was an fantasy that seemed way too good to be true. Kyle loved looking Stan's eyes, his black hair that fell to one side and mostly covered one eye. Stan stopped sucking and moved away a little, "Let's make a deal."
"What sort of deal?"
"If I get you to cum, you tell me who did all that to your body?"
"How about just get me to cum and I'll think about telling you who did this to me. And... don't tell anyone what we did."
"Why?"
"Because I want it between us and us only."
"Deal."
Stan went back to sucking, even attempting to deep throat, only to fail since he was obviously scared about doing that. Kyle could barely contain himself. Like with Eric, with no warning, Kyle released himself in Stan's mouth. Stan tried to swallow, only to choke and cough. Some of Kyle's semen splattered out of Stan's mouth and land on Kyle's stomach. Kyle took a tissue from his side table drawer and wiped off his skin, "Don't worry about it." He wiped himself off with that same tissue and threw it away in the garbage. He took out a piece of gum from his backpack and handed it to Stan, "You're welcome."
Stan chewed vigorously, trying to get the taste of Kyle out of his mouth. Kyle laughed to himself, if that had been Eric instead of Stan, Eric would have swallowed and say how delicious his Jew was or maybe snowball him as some sort of cruelty - not like Kyle minded.
"What's so funny?"
"You. You act like I taste like rancid meat."
"It's just so gross! It's not like you've done that before!"
"I have."
One of those times Kyle should have his foot in his mouth and he knew it. Stan looked at Kyle like a cat that ate a canary.
"So you've gone down on a guy before?"
"Y-Yeah and I liked it."
"Who?"
"Not saying."
"Was it who left you the hickies on your body?"
"Yes."
"Are you gay?" Stan's question puzzled Kyle. He didn't really think he was, though, if he really had to label himself based on his history with men and women, he knew he was one sided, "Yes, Stan, I'm gay. Other than this with you, I've been with one other guy." It was obvious between them that Kyle had left too many clues and who he's been with a lot lately has basically answered Stan's question. Stan's eyes widened, "You and Cartman?!"
