Secret's Out

"I heard you like me." Stan asked.

"Yeah," Kyle blushed, "I've had a crush on you since the 9th grade."

"Well the truth is, I've felt the same way about you too." He starts kissing Kyle. "Make love to me Kyle."

"Ok." The two take off their clothes and continue kissing each other. Stan then sticks his penis in Kyle's ass. "Oh Stan, oh Stan!"

"Kyle?"

"Don't stop baby, don't stop!"

"Kyle? Kyle wake up!"

"Huh?" Kyle opens his eyes and notices his mother standing over top of him. "Oh, hi mom."

"Kyle...what are you doing?" Kyle looks down and notices that his hand is down his pants and that he has a wet spot on his pajama pants. Kyle begins blushing.

"Sorry mom..."

"I hope you didn't ruin your pajamas. I'm going to have your father come in here and talk to you about this." She storms out of the room. Moments later Kyle hears his parents arguing.

"Sheila, he's a teenage boy. These things are normal."

"I won't tolerate that kind of behavior in my house!"

"You might as well get use to it, sooner or later Ike is going to go through the same thing. It's natural and there really isn't anything you can do about it." Sheila leaves and goes back into Kyle's room.

"Get up and go take a shower."

"I took one last night."

"Well that was before you decided to pleasure yourself in your sleep. I knew it was a mistake letting you stay up until 10:30 last night. You were watching a dirty movie weren't you?

"No!"

"Either way, hurry and get in the shower and get dressed. I need to get you boys to school."

"Yes ma'am." Kyle finally got out of bed and went to take a shower. "Thank God mom didn't hear who I was dreaming about. She would've flipped."

Kyle went through his same dailyroutine at school. Getting beat up by Cartman for his lunch money, being shoved around by the other kids, and running into Stan and Wendy. This time he didn't make eye contact with either one of them. He just continued to mind his own business.

Stan and Kyle had gym class together. Even then Stan completely ignored Kyle. The boys were playing basketball during class. Kyle told the teacher he wasn't feeling well and didn't want to play. Kyle instead watched Stan as he ran up and the down the court. 'He looks good those shorts. Aw hell he looks good period.' Kyle sat and continued to watch and daydream about Stan.

After class was over and the late bell had rang, Kyle went into the locker room to get his books. Stan was the only other guy left in there. Kyle was heading out the door as Stan walked out in front of them. "We need to talk."

Kyle looked up at Stan nervously. "Umm...what did you want to talk about?"

"I've notice you staring at me in gym class and I want to know why."

"I think it was all in your head." Kyle tries to walk off, but Stan grabs his arm to stop him.

"This isn't the first time or place that this has happened. You do this everyday. Even Wendy notices you staring at me."

"That bitch is trying to make you hate me more than you already do. Can't you see that?"

"Don't you EVER call Wendy a bitch again! She is a very sweet and loving girl."

"Why do you like her so much?"

"Why do you hate her so much?"

"I really don't hate her, I just hate what she's done to you. She's turned my sensitive, caring best friend into an insensitive arrogant asshole. And personally I think she's a bitch."

Stan squeezes Kyle's arm really hard. He bends down to reach Kyle's level and narrows his eyes at him. "Call her a bitch one more time and you'll be sorry and I'm dead serious."

"Stan please you're hurting me," Kyle said with tears in his eyes.

"I haven't began to hurt you yet, but if you so much as disrespect my girl again you'll find out a whole new definition of the word hurt. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah dude, I'm sorry."

"Now back to the conversation at hand, why are you always staring at me?"

"I can't talk about this, not now, not ever." Kyle tries to break free of Stan's grasps, but Stan squeezes his arm tighter.

"The time and the place is here and now. So what's the answer? Why are you always staring at me? Tell me DAMN IT!" Kyle then begins to cry. "Why are you crying?" Stan finally let's go of Kyle. "Look I'm sorry if I hurt you, sometimes I don't know my own strength. I just want to know why you're always looking at me. If you tell me, I'll leave you alone, I promise."

Kyle continues to cry. "Stan...the reason is...oh God I can't say it."

"Come on spit it out."

"I can't it's too embarrassing."

"Say it Kyle."

Kyle let's out a deep and heavy sigh. "I like you ok? There are you happy now? I've said it I like you. No, wait I take that back. I love you. I've been in love with you since the 9th grade, but because of Wendy I could never tell you."

"Oh my..."

"I'm glad I finally got this out in the open. There's something I've wanted to do for a long time."

"What's that?"

"This." Kyle pulls Stan into a lip lock...

To be continued...

Sorry this chapter was so short, but I had to leave you guys wanting more.