Hey guys.

Sorry it took so long. I think my limit really is once a week. I think. maybe.

I also had to fix a consistency error in the last chapter, so yeah.

This is the longest chapter I've written so far cause I didn't want to chop it up and push Kyle's part one more chapter away.

Anyways, we're gonna get into some more intimate stuff in this chapter.

I hope you guys enjoy :3

R&R~

Trudging through the freshly fallen snow, I still couldn't believe what just happened – Stan literally just asked me to sleep with him. This whole day was one big emotional wreck, but I was glad that it could at least end on a high note. This was new to him – that someone would ask to sleep with him, even more so that he wasn't trying to catcall the person, not yet at least. If this was a dream, I wish I never woke up.

My place slowly came into view and I was relieved to find my parents already passed out. Kevin and Karen weren't home yet so I was able to move around the house without raising suspicion. I swiftly entered my room and grabbed my only bag from my closet. I stuffed a change of clothes into it and decided that I should bring my laptop too. I grabbed my treasured gadget from its hiding place and stuffed it at the middle of my bag, between clothes to keep it safe. I took a piece of paper and a pen and left a message for my parents.

As I was about to head off, I notice my mom shivering on the floor and I felt sorry for her. Even though they were shitty parents, at least she tried to be a good mother, unlike the bottle-throwing douchebag I call a father. I quickly go into my room and grab my scrappy blanket and place it on her; I won't be using it tonight anyway. It's not much, but its better than nothing. Once I was satisfied, I gave my mom a kiss and left.

I tried getting back as quickly as possible; I'm sure Stan's bored as hell waiting for me. Once I got back, I found him playing around in the snow and making a snowman. I snickered at the sight before me – he looked so happy and carefree that I wanted to join him. He stumbled and dropped the carrot he was holding when he saw me approach and pretended like he wasn't doing anything, his face blushed red from the embarrassment. I merely laughed and came face to face with him.

He was cute from this close; so innocent and pure. I took delight at the thought of being the one to defile him but I had to make sure to take it slow – too fast and he might not like it. I like to play with my food before I devour it, the longer the better.

Stan was special and he deserved my most pleasurable approach. He wasn't just some one night stand – right now, he's my closest friend and confidant. I might even consider him as my permanent fuck buddy if things turn out good and he agrees to it. If the package comes as advertised, I wouldn't mind letting it be the first one in me.

He was getting tense at how close I was to him, so I decided to do the one thing I knew would definitely relax him. I leaned in and let our lips make contact. I could feel him tense up even more before slowly melting into the feeling. I wrapped my arms around him and slid a finger down his spine. He let out a soft moan from the contact and I took advantage of the opportunity and slid my tongue in. At first, he didn't know what to do but he soon matched my rhythm and our tongues were rolling over each other. I pulled away after a while and watched a string of saliva trail between us before breaking.

"Did you like that?" I asked him. Both of us were panting and out of breath.

"Uhuh" he said while nodding his head. His eyes were pleading for more, but I wasn't going to give it to him.

"Are you much more excited for later?"

"Uhuh" he replied again. I looked down and saw both of us pitching tents, his was definitely bigger. He blushed when he noticed what I was looking at and tried to hide it. He was so adorable.

"Go contact your dad already. We can play in the snow when you're done." He whipped out his phone as I started to walk away. I approached the mound that was his snowman and laughed hard when I saw that he had somehow dropped the carrot between two snowballs that it looked like a dick. This snowman's got a carrot for a cock. I'm not even gonna ask where he got the carrot in the first place.

I heard him approach behind me and he started laughing too when he saw his creation. Once we both laughed out everything we could, I grabbed his arm and pulled him in closer.

"So" I whispered into his ear "what kind of game do you wanna play? A kiddie one, or a kinky one?"

"Lets do a kinky one" he replied lustily. I was so getting turned on by this Stan.

I dragged him into the forest to a place where we couldn't be seen but we could see the bus stop. I pinned him unto a tree ad crashed my lips against his. He was quick to work and invaded my mouth with his tongue. I placed a hand behind his head and pulled him into a deeper kiss.

When I felt his cock begin poking mine, I started grinding my crotch against his. I could feel him tremble at the sensation. I used my free hand to grab his throbbing member and began jerking him through the clothing. It felt bigger than I imagined. I could feel him moan into my mouth and it drove me into a frenzy.

He started clawing my shoulders and it felt good. This was the first time where I was actually enjoying this – I usually hate it when people claw and scratch me, but he makes it feel so good. I was driving him crazy too. He was thrusting himself in my hand and I could feel him getting close.

"K-k-kenn-nyy… I'm g-gon-nna…" but before he could I squeezed his crotch and pulled away from the kiss, preventing him from jizzing his pants and from ruining the fun later.

"Not yet. Wouldn't want to ruin your underwear now, do we?" He let out a defeated whine before nodding.

We headed back to the stop just as a van came cruising our direction. It stopped in front of us as a window started rolling down revealing a man that looked to be around in his mid-forties. He had a neatly trimmed hairstyle that flattened his hair. He wore a light blue polo shirt with a white undershirt from what I could see. He gave us a smile so warm that I could feel kindness radiating from him.

"Hey kids, Get in quickly; Wouldn't want the heat to go out." Stan opened the van door and urged me to get in first. He immediately followed and shut the door. The van started driving away. The man in front adjusted his rear view mirror and made our eyes meet.

"You must be Kenny" he started. I gave him a nod before he continued. "I'm Stanley's dad, but you can call me uncle Stan or Mr. Marsh, whichever you're more comfortable with."

Beside me, away from the view of the mirror, Stan grabbed my hand and brought it to his crotch. I could feel how hard it was. I gave it a small rub – amused at how much he was holding back a moan.

"So Kenny," Mr. Marsh started. Stan and I were startled and I pulled my hand back. "You're a McCormick, am I right?"

"Yes sir" I replied. I was getting nervous. Our parents had a bad reputation of being the town drunks, as well as a few arrests for drug pushing. I didn't want to make a bad impression.

"Are you related to Kevin McCormick?" he queried. I was scared now. Kevin had an even worse reputation than our parents – besides being a hard drinker and drug user, He's well known for beating up people he didn't like. He even once killed a man, but he was let free cause he said it was self defense; I was there and I'm pretty sure it wasn't. I wanted to lie, but I don't think that it'd work. It's a pretty small town and there aren't any other McCormicks around.

"Yes sir" I answered, my voice trembling. "He's my older brother." I could see a smile form on his face from the mirror.

"That's nice. Kevin's my favorite employee at the factory." My jaw dropped. This was news to me. I never really knew what he did for work. "I know he's got a bad reputation around town, but he's a really nice kid once you get to know him."

"Since he's your older brother, I'm sure you're a nice kid too." He looked at me through the mirror again. I could see the sympathy in his eyes. "I know the situation at your home. Kevin often tells me about it, and how he's always worried about you and Karen."

"When he told me that you had gotten a scholarship to Center Parks, I had hoped that you and Stan would become friends." He chuckled a bit. "But I didn't think that it would this soon."

"Anyway, with that being said, feel free to come over at any time and to stay as long as you need"

"Thank you, sir. I'll make sure of that."

"Alrighty then. I think the fact that you and Stan became friends is a good sign, so I think a little feast is in order" he said in a very cheerful manner. "Let's get some takeout. Anything in particular that you want, Kenny?"

"You don't have to do anything special, Mr. Marsh" I told him, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Also, I don't really know what's good around here." Beside me, Stan was all knackered out from our little fun and was leaning his head on my shoulder. I hope he'll still have the energy for later.

"Nonsense! This is a special occasion and we need to put a little fat and nutrients into you." He noticed Stan leaning on me and smiled. "I guess I'd better bring both of you home first. Stan seems really exhausted. I'll just go out and do some shopping. You can take a nap too if you'd like. I'll shut up now."

The rest of the ride was silent except for the low hum of the engine. Stan was asleep on me, hugging my arm. I looked out the window; watching the scenery. I've never been to this part of town. I never knew how big this town really was. The snow was still falling and the town was slowly turning white. I felt an inner peace here. It felt like everything was okay in the world, but my mind still reminded me of one pressing issue – Kyle.

We soon arrived at a quaint house. It was slightly bigger than mine and had a second floor, as well as an attic and garage. It was painted baby blue with a white trim. I watched in fascination as the garage door open and close automatically as we drove in. I gently shook Stan to wake him up and he gave out such a cute yawn. Stan's dad turned around and faced us, but focused on Stan.

"Now, Stan, Your mom isn't home yet and neither is Shelly. Just do whatever you please. I'll be back in about an hour. Make Kenny feel comfortable, ok?" he told Stan. Stan merely replied with a nod before opening the door and getting out. I quickly followed suit and soon, The garage door opened again and Mr. Marsh was gone.

Stan opened a door that led to their kitchen. It was amazing in there. There was a vanilla scent in the air and I felt so light and fluffy. Stan grabbed my hand and dragged me into a hallway and up and into what I assumed was his bedroom.

His bedroom was massive. It was twice the size of mine and was painted in a camouflage pattern in 5 shades of gray – 45 more and this place might've looked like a perfect sex dungeon for BDSM. There was a huge bed on the far side and a table with a fancy computer on it. There were a few video game posters on the wall and on the wall opposite to the bed was a widescreen TV and an Xbox 360. There were also speakers at fixed intervals all around the room. There was a door that led to his own personal bathroom, as well as a huge walk-in closet. He was definitely living the sweet life. Stan let go of my arm and walked behind me to close and lock the door. I was intrigued by the rubber lining the frame of the door and he clearly saw me looking at it.

"Its to prevent noise from coming in, or out" he explained. "I like to play my video games in surround sound, so my parents made sure that my room was completely soundproof. I could easily blast music at midnight without disturbing anyone." As soon as I placed my bag on the floor, he tackled me unto his bed and pinned me down. It was the softest bed I had ever been on.

"My dad told me to make you feel comfortable, so I think you'd be more comfortable without those clothes on" he purred. I fucking hit the jackpot with this kid. He slammed his lips against mine and began to strip me of my parka. Unlike the others that I used to fool around with, I let him take it off completely. He gasped at the sight of my face.

"God, you look good" he exclaimed. "Why would you be hiding such a pretty face"

"I only let those I find worthy see me; and so far, its only been you and Kyle."

"What an honor!" he said sarcastically. He noticed my lack of a shirt underneath "I see someone doesn't like wearing shirts."

"I also don't like wearing underwear, so you'd better hurry up and get to the good bit"

I began taking his jacket and shirt off and I could feel him moaning at my touch against his bare flesh. I grabbed his head and tossed his hat off. He started grinding his hardening erection against mine and I couldn't help but moan in delight. Once his chest was exposed, I pulled away from him, much to his disappointment, and went straight to his nipples. His hands went straight for my back and started clawing me. Damn, that felt good. Once he regained some composure from the sudden burst of ecstasy he pinned me back down and went for my lips.

His arms then moved to my chest and each aimed for a nipple. He squeezed them and sent jolts of pleasure to my fully erect shaft. He was completely lust driven now. He parted our lips and slowly went down, kissing my exposed flesh until he had settled upon my left breast. He quickly bit down and fondled the other. I gave out a loud moan and it only made him bite harder. We were driving each other mad. I wrapped my arms around his head and pressed him harder unto my chest. He decided to experiment and began sucking and licking the tip. It sent me over the edge and I quickly toppled him and pinned him down. I could see the lust in his eyes and It just made me want him even more. I went for his neck and bit down. I could feel his moan rising from his neck. I decided that it was time to take it to the next level.

Just as I was about to unbutton and unzip his pants, his phone went off and all the lust in him was gone. He quickly looked at his phone and gave out a sigh.

"My mom's home now. She wants me to go down and do chores" he groaned. He got to his feet and picked up his shirt, tossing my parka to me. "Put it on. She might come in and want to meet you." He wore his shirt and went to unlock the door.

"I'll be right back, ok?" He told me. He pointed to his computer and said "You can use my PC if you want. The password is toolshed." He then left me to my own devices.

I approached his computer and booted it up. He had a Minecraft wallpaper on his desktop, which I found cute. I loaded his browser and opened an incognito window, just so that I don't have to sign out of his sites. I went to Facebook and signed in. There wan't anything new save a notification about another stupid game invitation. I scrolled down my news feed before getting bored. I browsed my friend list to see who was online and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that Kyle was. I clicked his name and just stared, thinking of how I would fix this when I didn't even know what I did wrong.I stood up to lay down on the bed and let my mind wander.

I was tired – not physically, but emotionally. Today was one big roller coaster of emotions and I just wanted it to end. I lay there for minutes, but then a message buzz came from the computer. I stood up to see who sent me a message, but suddenly, I felt like time had stopped. There was a single message on screen:

Hey.

...

It was from Kyle.

Yeah... sorry I kinda lied.

This isn't the completely explicit chapter. I just gave a slight tease in this one.

I'm sure most of you are disappointed right now, much like Kenny and Stan. hehehe :))

Anyway, next chapter is definitely going to be in Kyle's POV. The chapter after that will contain the full sexual experience for Stenny.

Don't forget to review and tell me what you guys think so far.

Thanks~