KYLE

"Where did you park?" asked Stan.

"Right here," I point to my SUV.

"Holy shit, this is yours?" he asks.

"You sound surprised," I replied turning off the alarm unlocking the doors.

"Well….I kind of am," he replies. "I thought you would have had a hybrid or something."

"Oh god no…." I replied getting in my vehicle. "My dad got one when I was kid and turned into a huge asshole for a while because of it. I am all about saving the earth but no hybrid for me." Stan gets settled in his seat giving me directions to his condo. Yeah unlike Kenny, he has permeant place. We make light chit chat during our drive. I know he said he wasn't far from Kenny but it was a short ride. Not even 5 minutes. I must admit the place looks cozy and not super expensive. I park my SUV in the parking garage as Stan gave me the code to get in. Wow he is showing a lot of trust here. We get out and begin to walk into his building. Stan takes me to the elevator is when I begin to get nervous.

"Hey," he says softly as we ride up. "Everything is okay. We are seriously just going to watch the movie."

"I didn't say…"

"You didn't have to," says Stan. God my ex has gotten me all fucked up. I would love to be intimate with Stan again. No one has made me feel like he does, no one. "You're really easy to read." He chuckles. "You should be honored, only Kenny has been in my condo. Had I got in touch with you sooner, you probably would have been in here before him." I blush as I can already picture us fucking in every room.

"Seriously?" I ask. I mean I know Stan said he was picky, but you can't tell me he hasn't had a hook up or something. I mean Stan is pretty good looking. I know he said he doesn't just sleep with anyone, but I refuse to believe he hasn't been with anyone since me. I find it hard to believe no one else has been here besides Kenny.

"Yeah…" he says as the elevator stops. I follow him to the end of the hall. "I was lucky enough to get a corner unit." He unlocks the door allowing me inside. He cuts on a lamp and I'm stunned by how his place looks. I look around his living room and it very relax looking. Gray cloth sofa chase with ivory and red pillows. There is a red rug in the center. He has a square coffee table with matching end tables. His entertainment system is incredible. I step towards the 80 inch TV in shock. I didn't know they came that big.

"That system was a must," says Stan. "I love football, so I wanted a big screen with excellent sound quality."

"Football huh?" I question sliding my shoes off as Stan is pulling everything out of his pockets sitting them on the side table closest to me. Behind the living room I can see a small breakfast area and then the kitchen. God damn the kitchen has freaking marble looking counter tops. The counter tops are black with hints of gold while the cabinets are a beautiful cherry wood color. The stove, dishwasher, and fridge are stainless steel. The fridge has 2 doors on it. Man I would love to live here and I haven't even seen the bedroom.

"Yeah," he replies. "I played when I was kid but stopped my 10th grade year." He played football. No offense he looks like the type. Look at that ass…..focus Kyle. I shift my eyes.

"Why?" I ask.

"It didn't….make me happy anymore," he replies walking over to one of the wooden black doors. He slides it open revealing DVD's.

"That has got to be the coolest thing I have ever seen!" I exclaim walking over beside him. Stan chuckles.

"Yeah," he replies. "Growing up in Cali I learned to be organized. Alright here we are." He grabs the DVD putting it into the player. I guess the TV is sensitive to the player because it cuts on without him having to touch anything. "You can make yourself comfortable." I sit down on the chaise not sure what to do with myself. I spot his surround sound system, not a sound bar but actual stereos. How the hell is this guy still single?

"Um Stan can I ask you a question?" I ask timidly.

"You can ask me anything Kyle," he replies making me blush. God he is open with me. He must have shown me who he really is. He is no different from the last time I saw him. Stan finally takes his shoes off sitting down.

"What made you get a condo?" I inquire. Most people our age don't look to get a condo yet alone a home. I am surprised he went for something…..so permanent.

"It made more sense to me," he replies with a shrug. "If I wanted to move, I can easily rent out my condo or simply sell it. I would be able to make a profit off it." He's so smart. I would have never thought to do that. "Oh shit, did you want anything to drink?"

"Uh no, I'm good," I reply. Stan goes to the main menu and I can't help but notice his smile. "You are pretty excited about this."

"Yup!" he exclaims. I look forward and start paying attention to the movie. I must admit this is interesting. It wasn't what I expected. I like seeing the Hulk act just a little more normal. That is probably my favorite part of the movie. Towards the end my eyes are getting heavy despite the fact that the movie picked up. I should have taken a nap before that damn party. The movie is paused, and I look over at Stan trying to blink the sleep out of my eyes. "You look really tired…..did you want to go home?"

"No!" I exclaim. I take a deep breathe realizing I probably sounded like an idiot. "I…I want to finish the movie."

"We can totally do this another time," replies Stan. "You know where I live. We can do this whenever you want." I feel my cheeks warming up as if I wasn't just about to go into sleepy coma.

"How are you not tired?" I asked.

"I'm use to staying up meeting deadlines for work," he replies. "The only part of my job I hate. I don't like to rush my work."

"Oh….." I say softly. He sounds like an amazing worker.

"I know I'm going to regret this but here," he says handing me a pillow. I take the pillow laying it beside Stan. I shift laying down looking at the TV as he pushes play again. He was right though, giving me that pillow was a mistake. I end up going to sleep. I wake up to the blinds and curtains being closed. I sit up looking around remembering where I am at. Fuck. I set up getting tangled in the blanket, he put a blanket on me? When did that happen? I untangle myself grabbing my phone off the side table. Holy shit it is 1pm, I have basically wasted my day.

I look around assuming Stan is in his room. I stand up walking past the kitchen as there is a hallway. I am reminded of how nice this condo is. It appears to have 3 bedrooms, a hall bathroom and I'm sure Stan has his own bathroom. I get to his room seeing the door is open. He is asleep on his back snoring loud as hell. He must be tired. He didn't sound anything like that when I slept beside him before. Should I even wake him. I watch Stan sleeping for a minute before checking out his room.

His room is just as nice. He has a TV in here too but not as big, looks like a 50 or 55 inch, hard to tell from this doorway. I chuckle noticing his design of this room everything is blue and silver, looks nice though. His bedframe is actually a silver metal color but it is not a girly frame at all. His dresses are a light gray color I think? It's hard to tell with the lighting. Stan stops snoring looking over almost scaring the shit out of me. Sorry but it was like a damn horror movie.

"Hey….." he says sitting up rubbing his eyes, sleep heavy in his voice.

"Hi…." I say slowly. "Um I didn't want to wake you, but I was just about to leave." Stan is stretching.

"God, I'm tired as fuck," he chuckles. "Okay, let me know when you want to finish the movie." I smile glad that he not busting my ass from drifting off. Stan is pulling back his covers to get out of bed but stops. "Um…you can head to the door, I'll be right there."

"You don't have to get up," I tell him not wanting to inconvenience him.

"It's fine," he smiles. "What kind of host would I be if I didn't? I'll be right behind you." I smile a little turning to walk away. This has got to be a dream or something. I walk back into the living room making sure I have my phone, wallet, and keys. Once I do I slide my shoes on. I can hear Stan coming down the hall. "Did you at least have fun?"

"Of course," I replied with my heart speeding up gazing at him in his white tank and relaxed shorts. I look away blushing like crazy trying to keep my arousal in check. Stan reaches for the door.

"I'll talk to you soon, I hope…" he says.

"I'll text you," I reply feeling brave enough to look at him. Stan is looking at me in a way that makes me hard instantly. I stare at him as he continues to look at me. Stan slowly leans towards me. I feel a pull towards him as I do the same. Stan begins to pant the closer he gets to my lips.

"Kyle….." he says slowly. Hearing him say my name in such a manner has the dam inside of me breaking. I lean up on my tippy toes kissing Stan. He groans immediately into my mouth as if I am the best fruit he has ever tasted. He wraps his arm around my waste pulling me towards his body.

"Uggghhh…" I groan becoming engulfed in my feelings. I slide my hands into Stan's hair breathing harder into his mouth. I moan feeling like I'm in so much need of Stan. Stan and I continue to make out in front of his doorway become lost in each other. I bite my bottom lip feeling his erection. I was trying to be good, trying to be myself, trying not to have sex with this guy I barely know. Stan's lips move my neck licking it softly. I pant before moaning lowly. "Stan…make love to me…." I try to think clearly but I can't right now. I have never felt so dumbed down. My knees buckle causing me to fall against Stan. He acts swiftly scooping me up into his arms bridal style carrying me into his room.

Stan lays me on his bed before undressing me slowly. He kisses each area of skin revealed after the clothing is removed. I begin to whimper by the time he removers my bikini briefs. I know I told him to make love to me but I didn't think he would seriously do it. I stare up at Stan as he removes his clothes. He grabs a condom putting it on. I spread my legs wanting his dick to be the only thing that spreads me open wide.

"Do you need…."

"No," I reply cutting him off. "I want to feel you take your time….take your time loving me…..my body." Stan rubs lube around my rim as I close my eyes. I feel completely drunk with lust. I haven't like this in months, in over a year, since him. Stan positions himself between my legs taking my lips softly. I moan lowly feeling embarrassed by how good he makes me feel from such little things.

"I missed you…" moans Stan. "All I ever want to do is take my time with you. You have no idea how much I missed you." This is not his first time saying that tonight. He must really miss me. I wish he reached out to me as soon as he moved here. I missed him too. A lot. I shake my head trying not to become over emotional. I don't want Stan to see how weak I have become. He slides his hand down my arm before sliding it up my belly to my chest. His fingertip grazes my nipple causing me to shake a little. I pant with my body wanting more.

"Can you look at me?" asks Stan softly. I open my eyes taking on his stare. At that moment Stan begins to slide inside of me. I gasp feeling how my body has responded to him. I'm tight but it doesn't hurt in the way I would have expected. "Fuck….ohhh…..ahhhh….ah….." I slide my right hand into Stan's hair as I look at him. I love him. I know I do but why am I so scared. I cry out my voice quivering in pleasure. Stan leans close to me not breaking eye contact. He slowly rolls his hips. I stare into his eyes as he slowly sways his hips. "You feel amazing…..ahhh….a-are you okay…" He grumbles lightly.

"Yesss….aahhh…" I moan. "Yesss…haaa….haaaa….." Stan slides one hand into my hair massaging scalp. "Ohhh…..god…." My hands leave his hair sliding down to his lower back. I grip and massage his skin there as he works his way inside. His skin is soft but cool to the touch. He whimpers almost sounding embarrassed. It didn't sound anything like how his voice does when we are intimate. I stare at Stan although it is too much for me.

"Kyle…" he whispers lightly before moaning. I bend my back as pleasure travels my body. I begin to tremble as much as I try to get it to stop. It feels like Stan is entering my body touching my very soul. My breath hitches before I whine loudly. Stan closes the gap rubbing his nose against mine.

"I missed you so much Stan….." I whisper holding back my cries. I want to tell him how I feel. "I….aahhh…..I…." I almost told him I loved him. Something tells me it is not just the sweet dick that has me talking this way. Stan cuts me off kissing me. I groan into the kiss. Stan is finally slide in and out of me perfectly. I'm so glad my body adjusted to him with no issue. I'm sure he can feel how our bodies have melted together.

"Shit…" cries Stan turning out of the kiss. His cries of pleasure are taking me back to the last day, the last time we had sex. It was right before Kenny came back to the apartment. We were so pressed for time but wanted to connect one last….yet here we are. Stan makes eye contact with me slowing his down. It's almost as if he knew what I was thinking. "Ahhh…..yeah…..ahh….yeah…."

"Oh…" I groan. I'm twitch around Stan's dick. I begin to move my hips with the rhythm of Stan. Our pants and moans are becoming louder. I can hear our voices echoing off the high ceilings. I begin gasping for air. My eyes flutter as Stan touches my prostate. "Shit…..haaa…ahhh…." Stan kisses the side of my neck.

"That was prefect…ahhh…" he mutters. He rolls his hips connecting with my spot once more.

"Gahhh….Stan…."I cry quivering.

"You're going to…..mmmpphh…..to…..cum….."groans Stan. He hips gain a little more speed. He is not touching my spot but grazing over it. This is just a pleasurable. It has me seeing stars. I blink repletely trying to focus on Stan's love faces. I slide my hand up to his back shoulder blades. Stan moans uncontrollably liking this contact. I shout as my nails dig into his shoulder. My body is trembling once more. He is right. I'm seriously about to cum. It has been a while since I had sex. My body is loving every single second of this. Physically and emotionally. Stan moves back enough for me to get a great of his hips diving inside of me.

"Ohhh…." I whisper in desire. I bend my back trying to hold on to my climax. Stan is getting close, I can feel it. I need us to finish together, as one.

"Haaa….ha…..Kyle…"pants Stan. "I'm going to cum…." I glance up at Stan as his mouth drops open. "Oh shit…..aaahh…..aaagghhhh….." My groin starts to feel warm, buzzing from my building climax. "Kyyyylllleee…..aarrrggaahhh…." Stan wasn't ready for that orgasm. I know exactly how he feels as my yearning finally boils over.

"Stan…." I cry as my leg shakes. "Aaaaghhh….haaa….haaaa….." Stan hips thrust a little harder as he rides his peak. He locks eyes with me as my orgasm takes me. "Ohhhh…Stan…..Oh Staaannn….haaaggghh…haa…..haaa…." My eyes roll back as my climax travels my body. My cum is wetting my stomach letting me know this moment is really happening. I struggle to keep my hips moving with Stan.

Stan hums in content as his hips finally slow to a stop. He is hoovering over me as we both pant heavily. The air between is thick. Not in a bad way but good. I swear I can taste our emotions are in the air around us. "Oh my god….." He is breathing heavily as he opens his eyes a little bit more. "Hey….."

"Hey…" I say softly. I don't know what to say. I mean what if he thinks….

"I didn't mean for this to happen," says Stan with his cheeks still stained red.

"You didn't want to have sex me?" I whisper.

"No," he replies sliding his hand down to my waist rubbing softly. "I did but I don't want you to think that is all I want from you." I gaze at Stan and he really cares about me. He wants a meaningful relationship with me.

"You're different Stan," I whisper. He smiles at me before kissing my forehead.

"So are you," he replies. He laughs a little. "We had sex before our official first date." I chuckle.

"It just happened," I reply. "However, the train has been left the station a long time ago with us having sex. Unless you count taking me to the waterfront back in your hometown." Stan nods smiling. Stan and I end up having sex 2 more times before I decide I should really get back home. I know Tweek is very worried. This time when Stan walks me to the door, I know I must leave.