STAN
THREE WEEKS LATER
Kyle has been dodging my text messages. He did at least apologize but I guess he is super embarrassed. I did the one thing I thought I would never do. I showed up to his job. I don't want to look like a stalker, but I need to see his face. He got the promotion, so it is his last day at this location before he moves to the main headquarters to run the auto loan department. I'm parked next to his SUV. He comes out of the building noticing me right away as I get out of my car.
"Hi," I say trying to appear confident. I'm nervous as fuck. His cheeks deepen in shade as he stares at me. "Still trying to run from me?" I laugh nervously. It's not long before begins to smile.
"I feel like a total idiot," he replies walking closer.
"I said everything was fine," I tell him softly. He glances over his shoulder at the building before looking back at me. "Um…..can we talk?"
"Uh…..okay," he replies. "Have you had dinner yet?"
"No," I reply. "I came straight here from work." Kyle smiles seeming to like that fact.
"Well if you want you can come to the apartment," he suggests. "Um….I got dinner started this morning already."
"Really?" I ask. He nods.
"Is that a yes?" he asks.
"Yeah," I reply.
"Great!" he exclaims looking more like himself. "Let me text Tweek letting him know. I don't need him walking into the apartment seeing you. It will freak him out."
"Oh….." I say.
"Don't worry," says Kyle. "He is like that with everyone. Once he gets to know you it will be fine. You can follow me." I'm glad to see he didn't put up much of a fight. I get in my car following Kyle to his apartment. I'm glad to see it if off a main road but you can go in a back way which is the way Kyle took. I like this complex as it looks more like townhomes and not apartments. Him and Tweek's apartment is in the middle of the complex. I look seeing they have visitor parking. God I hate that but we are here early enough for me to easily find a spot. I get out of my car with Kyle standing on the sidewalk waiting for me. "So, you looked up which location I worked at?"
"I did," I reply walking over to him. "You're picture online is really cute by the way." Kyle blushes turning to walk down a pathway. He leads me down a pathway turn to the right unlocking the door. He holds the door open for me and I step inside. Dear god that smells fucking good.
The apartment is really clean and traditional looking. There is a plaid beige sofa that makes me think of a cabin. The furniture is mostly solid wood giving away how old it could be. Most furniture is made with pressed wood and doesn't last worth a shit. I sniff the air once more at the dinner that is cooking. Kyle goes into the kitchen which is behind the living room wall making it so I can no longer see him.
"Great!" he exclaims. "It's almost ready." He comes back out. "You can have a seat or whatever. I'm about to get out of these clothes." I sit down on the single sofa as Kyle disappears into his room. I see Tweek walk slowly into the room. I wave at him and he waves back shyly. He appears to have something say.
"You okay?" I ask him. Tweek at Kyle's room door before staring back at me.
"Kyle really likes you," he says lowly twitching a little. "I couldn't convince him to call you."
"It's okay," I reply. "I like him too." Tweek looks up in surprise.
"Really!" he exclaims. "He didn't freak you out. We always manage too freak people out."
"No, he didn't," I reply. He would have if I didn't see the real him. "What's for dinner?"
"Gah, Kyle has been slow cooking brisket," explains Tweek.
"Seriously!" I exclaim more than excited. Tweek nods.
"We both like to try new recipes at least once a month," he replies. "Usually I'm good with baked goods like cakes and pie." Tweek phone begins to ring making him jump a little. He pulls his phone out. "Craig….." He walks out of the room without another word to me. Kyle comes into the room wearing a really big tee shirt and big shorts making him look smaller than he is.
"Hope I wasn't gone long," he replies.
"Not at all," I reply. "Dude you can cook brisket?" Kyle chuckles.
"This is my 2nd attempt to be honest," he replies sitting down on the sofa not far from me. "The first one came out a lot more dry than I would have preferred."
"I see," I reply seeing Kyle get shifty.
"I apologize for what happened the last time I saw you," he replies. "It took me a while to get my head together."
"Are you okay now?" I ask. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Kyle head pops up.
"You could never make me uncomfortable," he says with those cheeks so red. He looks away. "The TV is in my room, I won't touch you."
"We can go in there if you want," I reply. "I don't have a problem with you touching me…" Kyle looks at me.
"So why didn't you…" his voice trails off.
"You were upset," I explain. "I really want us to connect when our minds are right." Kyle stares at me blankly but I can tell when the weight of my words sink in. I stand up. "Let's go to your room and relax." Kyle stands up leading the way. He opens the door and I'm shocked to see his room is completely modern and very clean. He has light color wood furniture. The nightstand and dresser doesn't have any handles on it giving it a really clean look. His bed is in the center with a nightstand on each side, each one has a cool square lamp that brightens the room up. His bed has golden looking comforter with black sheets. His bed is straight ahead with the window to the left. His curtains actually match his comforter. Not a single thing is out of place in his room.
"I only request that you remove your shoes," he says.
"Oh yeah, sure," I reply slide out of my shoes. I place them next to his dresser that holds the TV. I go sit beside him on his bed as he surfs the TV.
"Anything you want to see?" he asks.
"I have no idea," I reply. "I barely watch regular TV. Uh do you watch anything?"
"Depends on what you like," says Kyle. "I actually got into that teen show Riverdale….." I begin to laugh. "Dude seriously, hear me out. Like it is pretty damn good. Have you seen it?" I shake my head no. "Want to?"
"It's fine," I reply. "I trust you." Kyle blushes and I hold in a chuckle. He really can't see how beautiful he is. He stands up moving back to lean against the headboard. I follow him doing the same. "So what is with the really big clothes?" I think of his ex seeing how big they are. I don't want him wearing anything of his. He is his own man and can certainly do what he wants.
"Oh these," says Kyle. "I got them on clearance at Old Navy. I like my night clothes to be roomy. This tee shirt only cost me 2 bucks and the shorts were 3."
"Not bad," I reply happy to confirm they don't belong to his ex. "I mostly shop at Target for my jeans. They tend to hold up for a long time."
"Lucky you," says Kyle. "Their jeans don't fit my butt too well." I begin to laugh. "I'm so serious." He pushes me lightly chuckling. "Stop laughing making me feel like a total whiner."
"You're not," I chuckle. Kyle goes to Netflix getting Riverdale pulled up.
"Before we officially get started let me fix our plates," he says sliding out of bed. "I'm praying it turned out good this time."
"Smells like it did," I note.
"Fingers crossed," says Kyle holding both hands up with his fingers crossed. He turns to head out the room with my eyes zooming in on his ass. I must admit it is sitting right. I look to my left liking the fact he has a bathroom in his room. It is rare for me to see a two bedroom with 2 bathroom apartment. Kenny and I had to share. It wasn't so bad but sucked when we had company. We had to text each other to communicate ensuring we weren't walking in on each others guest. Kenny and I would easily stroll into the bathroom not caring if one of us where in there, we're guys. Kyle comes back in the room with two plates. "What would you like to drink?"
"Water is good," I reply.
"You sure?" asked Kyle. "We have beer…..liquor….."
"You trying to get me drunk?" I chuckle.
"No!" he exclaims.
"I was kidding," I reply. "I try to only drink on the weekends."
"Oh," he replies. "And it's only Wednesday." He walks out of the room. He can't tell when I'm joking yet because he is trying to impress me. I need to get him to relax somehow. I look down at my plate seeing the brisket sauce free with a side of broccoli and a sweet roll. I must admit this looks appetizing. He comes back into the room with two glasses of water. "Alright, be prepared to be addicted!" Kyle sits down pushing play on the show. I take a bite of the brisket groaning causing him to look at me. "That good?"
"Fuck yes," I reply digging back in for another bite. Kyle finally taste the brisket for himself.
"Holy shit…" he mutters.
"Right!" I reply. "No words are even needed." Kyle and I begin to tear into the food as we watch the show. I must admit I was not expecting anything I saw. This is crazy, makes me glad my teenage years was nothing like this shit. When we get to the 2nd episode I can tell Kyle wants to be closer to me. He is fidgeting, shifty, and stealing glances as me. I wrap my arm around him pulling him into my chest rubbing his upper arm. I can hear him sigh that causes me to smile. Kyle relaxes into my body. I must admit he has good taste in movies and shows. I want to actually watch more of this teen drama but 9pm has rolled up on us fast as hell. "Gahhh…..I need to go."
"Already…" whines Kyle. He grabs his phone. "Oh it is late…..for a work night." Kyle sits up moving away from me standing up stretching. I stand up glancing at him as I walk to the foot of his bed.
"When can I see you again?" I ask him. Kyle walks around to the foot of the bed.
"When neither of us have to work the next day," he chuckles. "I hate the fact that you have to work tomorrow."
"Project," I note. "Otherwise I would be here with you….." Kyle blushes, this time I can't stop my fingertips from grazing over his cheek. Kyle closes his eyes into the touch making me grow hard. I moan lowly causing him to open his eyes. "Kyle….." I lean down kissing him knowing he wouldn't mind. He would be afraid to make the first move. His kiss is coming across uneasy whereas before it didn't. My other free hand comes up touching his waist letting him know this is okay.
"Ha….." he pants into my mouth. Fuck, that is all it took for me. I groan deepening the kiss pulling Kyle flesh against my chest. He wraps both arms around my neck returning the kiss with so much passion. I moan as my hand grips the hell out of Kyle's waist. I missed him so much these past couple of weeks. I continue to kiss Kyle as he is breathing life into me. I slide my hand under his shirt. My hand massages his back lightly before I slide down inside of his shorts gripping his ass.
"Uuuggghh…" groans Kyle. "Stan…..….." I move my lips to the side of his neck. My tongue begins to dance on his skin. His voice gets louder as I continue to lick him like an ice cream cone. Kyle's right hand grabs my erection that is making my jeans very uncomfortable. I mutter against his skin welcoming the contact. Both my hands easily slide his shorts off. Kyle breathing is increasing. I pull his shirt over his head before pulling him back against me.
I moan kissing him deeply. I want him to know I love him. I love him for who he is. My hands cradle the side of his face as his hands begin to unbutton my jeans.
"Ahhhh…..yes….yes…" I groan encouraging him. Kyle pulls away from me breathing hard as he pulls my shirt over my head. I glance down seeing Kyle drop to his knees. He quickly takes my dick into his mouth. I gasp before crying out in pleasure. There is no warm up to his movement at all. His mouth is so hot and wet. Kyle hums as he bobs his head twisting slightly when he gets to my crown. I stare down at him watching his mouth work the hell out of my dick. Fuck. Kyle wrap his right around my length to make up for the areas his mouth can't touch. His hand begins to stroke me matching what his mouth is doing. I start groaning loudly unable to hold back. I pant as I close my eyes enjoying the pleasure he is providing me. I can tell by his movements he is a little nervous. I open my eyes sliding my hand into his little curls on the side of his head. "Haaa….you're doing good…" Kyle stops sucking looking up at me.
"Am I really?" he asks as his hand continues to stroke me.
"Yes," I reply. Kyle blushes. "It's okay. You know my body better than anyone." I grab Kyle pulling him to his feet. I lean down close to his lips. "Do you want to keep going?" Kyle nods his head yes. His hands slide my jeans off. Kyle walks over to his nightstand I assume to grab lube and condoms. I sit on his bed removing my socks. Kyle straddles me glaring into my eyes.
"Stan….." he says nervously. I lean up kissing him as my arm wraps around his waist. I wonder what it is he is trying to say. I feel like I know Kyle very well despite us being apart. I grab the lube opening the bottle. Kyle bites his bottom lip as his cheeks turn red. I lean up towards Kyle as he moves allowing me access to apply the lube.
"You want to feel all me," I state stroking my dick.
"Yes…" whimpers Kyle. I kiss him softly parting my lips. Kyle slides his tongue inside. I groan tasting his tongue. My left arm wraps around his waist. I am so glad we are both naked as I am enjoying feeling his skin under my fingertips. I take my throbbing dick into my hand guiding it to his opening. Kyle moans into my mouth. He realizes what I am trying to do adjusting his hips. I whine a little as I feel his rim. Kyle slowly slides down on my dick.
"Fuck….…" I whimper. I am feeling every bit of it. Kyle stops kissing me so he can focus. I glare at him as he takes more and more of my dick each time he comes down. I grumble deeply as my eyes begin to flutter trying not to cum. I feel like I can't even think. All I can focus on is how our souls seem to be intertwining at the moment.
"Ohhh…" sighs Kyle. He is working those hips very well. He is actually better than any girl or guy I have had sex with. Doesn't matter what it is I always feel like Kyle is good. I know once he learns all my weak points it's a wrap. I cry out feeling Kyle walls tighten around me. Kyle closes the gap between us. His hips begin to bounce more. His velvet walls are beginning to pulsate.
"Shit…..ahhh…..ahhhh…." I cry. My hand starts to grip Kyle's skin. "Haaa….."
"Stan…" he mutters close to my lips. "Your dick feels soooo good…ahhhh…" Oh god. I can't handle any kind of dirty talking right now. I'm beyond sensitive and very visual. I moan before swallowing hard.
"Kyle…" I pant. As if reading my mind, he slows his hips down. Kyle is breathing heavily. Kyle tosses his head back moaning but those hips don't stop moving.
"Aaahhh…." he wails trembling in my arms. "I'm going to cum…ahhh…..ahhh…." I kiss his shoulder as I smother his body against mine.
"I know…." I mutter. "Me too….…" Kyle stops moving his hips but I can still feel his ass twitching. "Uuugghh…."
"Good…" says Kyle. Good? Huh? I look at Kyle confused slightly until his hips start grinding. I moan as Kyle leans forward kissing me. My left hand drops down grabbing his ass.
"Fuck yess…." he pants. Kyle is speeding up to the point where his thighs are soon slapping against my skin. My body is tingling, my eyes are beginning to flicker as I feel the passion building up.
"Oh my god…" I shout as my climax slams into me. "Aaaagghhhh….ahhhh…." I'm climaxing so hard my body is shuddering.
"Stan….ahhh….." moans Kyle hips continuing to rock. "Oh Stan…aaahhh…..haaa…..aaaggghhh….." He's orgasming on my dick hard. I groan feeling Kyle cum soak my stomach.
"Shit…." I grumble as my climax lightens. Finishing with Kyle is making it so much more powerful. Kyle is still grinding his hips gasping as he continues to ride his wave of pleasure.
"Ohhh….ahhh….ahhhh….."pants Kyle finally stopping his hips. He lays his head on my shoulder. "Oh god…."
"You okay?" I ask still breathing hard myself.
"Yes," he replies. He nuzzles his face in my shoulder. "I feel bad that I keep jumping your bones." I chuckle.
"You're not jumping shit," I reply. "I wanted it too." I slap his ass lightly causing him to laugh. God, I wish I could stay here with him. I could use a good cuddle. Sadly, if I don't leave now I won't. "Can I get cleaned up in your bathroom?"
"Of course you can," replies Kyle. "Hold on, let me get up carefully." Kyle does just that being careful when he gets up. He runs to the bathroom and I am right behind him. He is turning on the shower. "I want to walk you to the door. Can you wait?" I nod my head as he hands me a washcloth. I begin to wash my stomach down as Kyle showers. I look in the mirror knowing I want him to be my husband. However, I am not trying to rush things. By the time he gets out the shower I am dressed with my shoes just waiting for him. He gazes at me shyly as he puts his clothes back on. "Thanks for coming by."
"Thank you for dinner," I reply standing up. "And dessert." I kiss his cheek with him hugging me.
"I wish you didn't have to go," he replies. "I miss you." I hold him a little tighter happy to know he did miss although he pushed me away.
"You can call me or see me anytime," I inform. "If not for work tomorrow I would stay."
"I know," replies Kyle pulling out of the hug. He grabs my hand walking me to the front door. I kiss Kyle once more. Man…I want him to move in with me. God damnit I need to focus.