KYLE

"Mmhhpp…." I whimper as I can feel myself getting hard. Getting an erection from a little kissing and touching is unusual for me. It usually takes a little longer when I'm nervous.

"Haa…" moans Stan. I open my eyes because his voice struck me to the core. His eyes are closed for a moment. He opens his eyes as if he knows that I'm looking at him. Our kissing slows down. No rush just sensual. This is so surreal right now. Stan shifts to where he is straddling me. I start blushing like crazy because I didn't want him to feel how hard I am. Sure we are both guys thus he knows what happens. I have never let Stan see me erect. "Are you okay Kyle?"

"I'm fine….." I squeak. I cough before clearing my throat shifting my eyes away.

"I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to," says Stan taking my hand into his. I give his hand a light squeeze turning my attention back to him.

"I so want to do this with you," I reply. I want Stan to understand if this was anyone else. I wouldn't be doing this. I am curious a little but I would never take advantage of him in that way. Stan leans back over taking my mouth kissing me with his tongue sliding inside. "Ha…." His mouth is so hot inside. My hands wrap around his waist slowly sliding down to hips. I feel a little brave allowing my hand to grab his ass.

"Ahh…hahh….." groaned Stan into my mouth. I groan because his voice in pleasure has me much stiffer. Stan rolls his hips against me.

"Aarrhhh…." I moan. He is hard, warm, it feels so nice. I wasn't expecting to feel that way. My hand goes up Stan's back under his shirt gliding over his smooth skin. I can hear his breath hitch in surprise against my lips. I want more than anything to see his face but I need his lips on mine even more.

"Oh my god…." mutters Stan. "Ggaahh…haa…" I sit up wrapping my arms around Stan's waist trapping him against my body. "Kyle…..hahha…."

"Ahh….nngghh…." I whine against his lips. His voice sounds like he going to climax. How can a guy sound this fucking good. He starts to thrust against me even more as I continue to lightly massage all the areas on his back my fingertips can touch. I begin to pant into his mouth as my pleasure increases. I start to meet Stan's sexy little hip rolls. "Ha…ha….ahh….." I didn't expect it to feel like this. Somehow this feels better in every way. Stan pulls away from my lips glancing down at me.

"Kyle…..can I pleasure you?" he asks lowly.

"Say what you mean Stan," I ask because I need to know what he is referring to. Are we talking sex here or what? I'm not sure if I'm ready for that although my body is begging for it. He is making me feel…loved in every sense of the word. Stan blushes looking down at me as his hand rubs my chest slowly.

"I want to give you oral," he says allowing his hair to fall into his eyes. "If you let me…." I know I want him to but what about him. I want Stan to feel pleasure too. This isn't just about me, it is about us.

"You can but I want you to feel good too," I say softly running my hand softly up and down his thighs. He shudders muttering incoherent words before staring at me as if he doesn't believe me. "Stan, I want us to feel pleasure together."

"Ky…" he mutters turning away from me. I grab his chin lightly kissing him. I thrust my hips up. "Ahhh….." He is hard as fuck.

"I'm okay," I whisper tenderly.

"I-I know you're not use to this," says Stan slowly. I can tell he is getting anxious now. "W-what are you open to?"

"I don't know…," I say embarrassed as I think of the things we could do but I'm not sure if we can do. I want him to suck my dick. Hell seeing how he is rolling his hips during this mini hump session lets me know he can ride. My chest gets a little tight as I think about fully moving forward with sex. I decide it might be best to go slow despite dick wanting more. "I'm not ready to have sex yet and….I'm scared to try to….uh go down on you." I want to be honest. I can't see myself blowing him. I feel bad about it but I want him to know…..I don't want to give Stan a false impression. He is dealing with enough as it is.

"That's fine," says Stan quickly. "I wouldn't expect that of you. I have something in mind but I would need to touch you."

"Um okay," I agree. "I'm fine with you touching me." His touch has been more than welcomed. I am going to have to let Stan guide me. "What do I do now?" Stan stands up removing his shirt.

"I want to feel close to you," he explains causing my heart flutter. Maybe this not just about him getting off or using me as a distraction. That sounded so intimate. I flush just thinking about it. "I'm going to remove all of my clothes." His cheeks begin to turn red reminding me this in a sense is new to him. He has never been with another guy besides TC. "I want you on top of me. If that is okay….." I grab Stan's hand nabbing his attention.

"I can do that," I reply my voice shaking a little from nerves. I shake my head getting refocused. "Besides, I want to see you." Stan covers his face in embarrassment. "I'm going to take everything off too." Stan undressed before me getting under the covers. I'm not so use to seeing him scared. I'm afraid too but for different reasons. I remind myself, Stan, has seen me naked plenty of times. This is no different. I get under the covers, I can hear Stan spreading his legs. My face is burning but I climb on top of him between his legs. Stan shaking a little. I slide my hand into his hair causing him to look at me. I smile seeing the look of awe in his eyes. I lean down kissing him with his hard dick pressing against me.

"Nnngghhh…." Stan moans into my mouth as his hands grip my back. I open my mouth a little wider into the kiss. "Ha….ha…." He curves his back holding on tighter to my shoulders. Stan begins to roll his hips.

"Ahhh….shhitt…"I groan beginning to rock my hips against his.

"Dude…hahh…" whimpers Stan. I slide my tongue inside his mouth as my hips continuing to work. He is such a good kisser. I love when there is desire and love behind his movements. I find myself feeling more turned on by Stan thrusting his hard dick against my stomach.

"Ahh….." I cry into his mouth as he thrusts against me. I slide my right down rubbing the side of his thighs for a moment. "Mmpphh…." I roll my hips into him as my hand moves to the side of his ass massaging the area slowly.

"Ohhh…..ahhh…." gasps Stan turning his face away. He is as shy as me right now. The emotions I feel are so raw. He glances back at me he slides his right hand down between us. My breath hitches lightly as I feel Stan's hand wrap around my dick. I think his dick is against mine. I blush although I can't see what is happening. He begins to breathe hard with his nerves rising. I lean down kissing him as I roll my hips into his hand. "Mmmpphhh…."

"Hahh….." I mutter into his mouth as Stan begins to move his hand up and down. His left hand is still gripping my back as if he is afraid to let go. I take my time rolling my hips. It doesn't feel like I'm fucking his hand but making love to him instead. I was not prepared for this to be so emotional. "Stan….." I move my lips to the side of his neck. I begin to pull his flesh in between my teeth lightly. Stan arches his back shivering gripping me tighter.

"Ahhh….." he wails loudly. I continue to suck on his neck as I roll my hips into his hand. He wanted me to be close him. God I don't think I can get any closer. Stan runs his thumb over my crown.

"Hahhh…..shit…." I moan into his neck. Stan's hand begins to pick up the pace as his mouth latches on to my neck. "Arrgghhh…." I can't stop my hips from rocking faster, wanting to feel more from Stan's hand. His head falls back into the pillow as he is panting hard. "Haa…..haahhh…." It dawns on me this Stan's voice in pleasure. Fuck.

"Kyle…." he cries. "I'm going to cum…." I look at him in awe as I want to climax with him. I bravely reach my right hand down touching on his crown as well as my own with his hand continuing to do the main work. "Hahh….ha….Ky….." Stan's eyes are rolling back into his head.

"You're going to make me cum Stan…." I mutter as my groin begins to tingle.

"Ohh…." wails Stan with his body quivering. "Ahhh…ha….hahhh….cumming….." I watch Stan as he once again bends his back moaning loudly. "Ohhh….goooddd…..ahhh….."

"Fuccckkk…" I grunt as I thrust my hips forward into his hand feeling the wetness of his cum. His cum, his tight hand, his moans, him withering beneath me in pleasure, knowing I did this to him…..it takes me. "Oh my god…..ahhh….I'm cumming…..arrggghh….." I take Stan's mouth as I begin to cum by his hand. He is still struggling to breathe. "Oh, Stan…" I finally open my eyes seeing Stan glancing at the ceiling. He appears to be out of it for a moment. He finally gazes over at me.

"How do you feel?" he says slowly. I think about his question. I feel…fine.

"I'm good," I reply. "You?"

"I-I…." he begins to laugh making me laugh as well. I lay my head into his neck before glancing at him again.

"Let me get us cleaned up," I suggest. I pull away from Stan walking over to the microwave where the napkins are. I clean up Stan before focusing on myself.

"You didn't have to wipe me down," says Stan sitting up.

"I wanted to," I reply tossing my tissue. I put back on my PJ bottoms noticing my friend looks off. What we did was a really big deal so I can't blame him. I am still new to all of this. I hope he knows that I care about him. I can say it all I want but does he believe me. He's my best friend, he has to believe me. I get back into my bed laying down. "You can sleep here if you want." Stan doesn't say anything as he lays on my chest. I can feel him smiling against my bare chest. I wrap my arm around his waist knowing I made the right choice.