The following morning I wake up to hearing children on the beach. God they are so loud. I groan as I shift inside my sleeping bag. I look over and I don't see Stan. He actually woke up before me for a change. I grab my phone and see it is only 10am. I see Stan come into the tent fully dressed.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Morning," I yawn. "You almost scared me not being here when I woke up."

"I know," he replied. "I went to go take a shower and freshen up a bit. You can go now if you like."

"Alright," I reply. "Are we sleeping inside tonight or tent?"

"Can we do one more night in the tent? After that we can stay inside for the rest of the week."

"Deal!" I exclaim.

"Oh, mom made breakfast. You may need to heat it up though. She was up pretty early."

"Okay, what are the plans for today?"

"Mom and Shelly wanted to go to the mall so that kind of works out if you wanted to shop today."

"Naw," I reply. "Can we save that for another day. I will be right back." I head into the house happy for the air condition. I head upstairs to the room we are staying in. I grab my clean under garments and clothes for today. I head to the bathroom thinking to myself everything feels pretty normal so far and I'm glad. I was expecting Stan to be super awkward about it but he isn't. It's almost as it last never happened. I get into the bathroom placing my phone down. I turn on some music to enjoy during my shower. As I wash myself I can't help but think about what we did last night. I know I'm not gay. Does that make me curious?

I wrap things up getting dressed and heading downstairs to grab some breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, biscuits and gravy. Mrs. Marsh outdid herself. I see her sitting on the sofa reading a book.

"Hi Kyle, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes Ms. Marsh, thank you so much for paying for me to be here."

"Of course," she smiled. "You're really like a second son. I noticed you haven't been around much."

"I had some things I had to take care of," I said as I loaded a plate with biscuits and gravy and some bacon. I grab me a glass of orange juice. "When I'm not working I'm working on my essay submissions for college apps."

"That is a great idea. Maybe you can get Stan to start working on his." I laugh.

"I will try,"

"Will you guys be joining us at the mall today?"

"Not today," I reply picking up my plate to take back outside and eat with Stan. "We are going to camp one more night outside and stay inside for the rest of the week. We can't leave the tent unattended."

"I understand. You let me know if you boys need anything. Stan has his key?"

"Yes," I reply. He would have not been able to get inside the house without it this morning. I head back outside and head into the tent. Stan is sitting there reading a game magazine. "Did you eat already?"

"Yeah," he replied looking over at me. "You could have eaten inside."

"I know," I reply. "I wanted to sit out here with you. I did leave my phone behind to charge. I swear these iPhones can't hold a charge for shit." Stan laughs.

"Did you want to charge your iPad?"

"Yes, I will take that back in and do a trade off when I take the dishes in." I focus on eating but I keep stealing glances at Stan and he keeps doing the same to me. I can't help but wonder what is he thinking. I wonder if Stan is wanting to do what we did last night again. Shit even I want to do it again. I finish my food while reading on my iPad. Since my phone is inside I can't use the internet at the moment.

"Did you want to go swimming?"

"Maybe," I reply. I feel so clean at the moment I'm not sure if I want to go out in the dirty ocean water. "Did you bring any other magazines?"

"Not really," said Stan sitting down the issue. "I'm going outside for some air." He sits outside the tent in one of the chairs. Since I finished my breakfast heading the house to trade in my dishes for my phone. I plug up my iPad and check on my phone. I can see my phone needs to charge some more. I head back outside and Stan seems to be laid back enjoying the sun. Not that he needs a tan anyway. He is always tanned thanks to work. I grab my sunblock knowing damn well he didn't put any on.

I start with his legs. I felt Stan jerk as he sits up slightly.

"It's just me," I reply. "I don't want you to get burned dude."

"Okay," said Stan. "I can help you out. I mean you don't have to do that."

"I don't mind," I reply looking at him. I look away to focus back at the task at hand. I think I wanted an excuse to rub my hands on his skin. I take care of his legs, and arms, the back of his neck and he does his face. I cover myself next knowing what will happen to me if I don't.

The rest of the day we ended up spending time relaxing. Chatting about our remaining plans for the summer, colleges we want to go to. Stan doesn't have much thought on where he wants to go. He doesn't even know what he is looking for regarding what the college can offer. We actually did end swimming later in the ocean. It was hot outside and I decided I didn't want to miss out on my time to enjoy the beach. We got cleaned up for dinner and now we're back on the beach. My electronics had the perfect time to charge so I have them back in the tent with us.

"What do you want to watch?" I ask Stan.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter," he replies. "I'm actually kind of tired." I don't blame him, swimming kind of has that affect.

"Okay," I reply. I turn over and start surfing the internet. I'm not missing much. I check my phone seeing a message from Kenny. He is following up on us, not much to tell since I'm keeping Stan's secret at the moment. After some time I can hear Stan snoring. My god he is out. I see a text come through from Red.

Red: Thinking about you

I laugh. Is this girl for real? I don't even bother responding. I lay down getting comfortable. It takes me a while to go to sleep over Stan's snoring. My peaceful sleep is interrupted some hours later because the temperatures dropped. It's the summer for god sake, I was not expecting it to get this could out here. I feel myself started to shake. It gets to the point I can't even go back to sleep because of the shivering I'm doing.

"Hey," says a groggy Stan. I feel too cold to even move.

"I'm trying to sleep Stan," I say in a sleepy voice. "What is it?"

"I know you're cold, you're sensitive to the cold. Come closer to me." It's true. Despite growing up in South park I hate the cold. I wonder if being outside in it all these years finally wore down on me. Stan on the other hand loving camping shit despite if it's hot or cold. I scoot over close to him but it is still not enough. "Get in my sleeping bag." It pains me to move but I do it because I'm tired as fuck and just want to be warm so I can go back to sleep. I snuggle against Stan's back feeling cozy immediately. I sigh in content as I'm finally able to drift back off to sleep.

I wonder how much time has passed now. I blink my eyes as I adjust to our surrounds. Stan has his arm wrapped around my waist. This actually feels nice. I quickly realize we both got morning wood. I groan not really wanting to leave my warm comfy spot. I want to reach for my phone but it's too far away. It must still be early because I don't hear many voices on the beach and the sky doesn't appear to be bright either. I start move and I feel Stan tighten his grasp on me.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"In the house," I replied still sounding like I should be sleep. "It's cold as shit out here."

"It's not cold, just cool. I think a storm might be coming in. You hear those waves out there." The waves are much louder than usual. I can hear him breathing in my ear, his breath on my neck. I blink trying to push away the tiny feeling that I think I'm feeling. "You're really hard." I can feel myself blushing and I'm glad I'm turned away from him.

"So are you," I replied. "It's um normal, no big deal." I feel Stan's lips on the back of my neck.

"You can't go out there with that," chuckled Stan causing me to laugh.

"No shit," I replied. "I was waiting for it to go down."

"Seems like it might be a while," said Stan.

"How would you know?"

"Don't worry about how I would know," laughed Stan. "I can help you out. If you're comfortable with that? I mean I know you're not into guys or whatever." Stan sounded so confident but not at the same time. "Never mind, forget I said anything." I feel Stan sit up.

"Wait," I said grabbing his wrist. "I have never done anything like this before you know that."

"Me too," said Stan looking at me still nervous. "I mean we did okay without letting it change things. I just…"

"Stan it's okay," I reply with my face on fire. "How did you want to help me out?"

"I just want to do what Red did to you," he said looking down at the sleeping bag. "I just want to finger you." This is why you don't lie to people. Red has never fingered me! I can't tell him that now. I just finally got him to open up to me. If there is going to be anyone sticking their fingers up my ass it mid as well be my best friend.

"Um okay," I reply.

"Okay," said Stan as if he couldn't believe I agreed. "Well I plan to find your uh spot so it shouldn't take long." My spot? Dear god I'm starting to freak out now. "Did I need to do something to make you relax?" Stan laughs nervously as he goes to grab the lube.

"Um no," I reply getting back into the sleeping bag. I pull off my bottoms more nervous than I was before. My erection is pretty persistent at the moment. He may be right about it taking a while to go down. I close my eyes knowing Stan is not going to hurt me. This is not normal. Two guys do not just do this and say oh we are helping each other out. Oh my god, what the fuck am I doing? My thoughts are interrupted by Stan's fingers brushing the inside of my legs.

"Condom," I say to Stan.

"What?" he asks half way crawling over to me.

"Grab a condom out of my wallet," I instruct. "It will be less messy."

"Oh," said Stan going to my side of the tent and grabbing my wallet. "How many of these do you keep on you?"

"You never know what can happen so I like to keep 3 on me at all times,"

"Well now you have 1 left," stated Stan as if he was proud two of the condoms was used between us. Stan crawls back over to me with everything he needs. I can tell he is now nervous. Stan gets into the sleeping bag with me but he keeps his clothes on. Probably for the best because I don't give a damn what he says it is cold out here.

I feel my body become tense as his hand rubs my thigh. Stan sense this, leaning over me and kissing the side of my neck. I turn my head to side to hide my face. He continues to suck on my neck and his fingers make their way closer to my center. I hear the condom wrapper being opened and him fooling around with the lube. I can't believe I'm even doing this.

"Kyle," says Stan causing me to open my eyes. He leans down kissing me as I feel his finger slowly pushing in. I am talking to myself, telling myself to calm down, relax. Hard to relax with your friends finger up your ass.

Stan stops kissing me once he has one finger inside of me. I lose my thoughts as I listen to Stan breathing. I can tell he is turned on by this by his breathing alone. It's just how it was yesterday when he had the rubber dick in his ass. I moan remember what he looked like.

"Mmm….."I moan lowly. I can tell Stan is not just sliding his finger in and out, he is really looking for my prostate. After a while I start to feel really good although he has no rhythm at all to what he is doing. My cock is hard and starting to leak. I'm to the point where I want to touch myself.

"Ahhhh….fuck….," I cry out grabbing Stan's biceps as I arched my back.

"I think I found it," smiled Stan. Holy shit. I heard I mean I know Stan said it felt good but I was not prepared for that. Stan touches it again and I grit my teeth. Stan starts to move his fingers in and out again as I begin to catch my breath. "Am I doing okay?" I nod my head yes. Stan leans closer to me. "Can I kiss you Kyle?" I nod again because I feel like my voice doesn't want to work.

Stan leans close enough to start kissing me. He feels so good I can't help it as I wrap my arms around his neck thrusting my hips slightly. Stan moans as he locates my spot again.

"Hahh…..ah….ahh….."Stan pants into my mouth.

"Ha….ha….aaarrgghhh….." I cry against his lips. Stan touches it again and it feels like he put more pressure on my prostate. I can't even say anything as my body starts to shake as I'm cumming on my shirt. I'm blinking trying to get my vision back as I'm gasping for air. I can see why Stan wanted Wendy to keep doing this. "You just made a mess in my sleeping bag." Stan chuckles.

"Oh you will be fine," I breathed. "Oh my god,"

"Did I do alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, you did great," I see Stan smile.

"We may want to get inside and change those clothes,"

"Yean," I reply climbing out of the sleeping bag. I grab my boxers and shorts sliding them on quickly. I turn to Stan noticing the wet spot in front of his shorts. "Did you cum?"

"Let's get going," he said standing up blushing and hiding his wet spot by pulling up his shorts and placing his tee shirt over it. I stand up praying to god there are not a lot of people on the beach and none of the Marshes are downstairs. This would be hard as hell to explain.