Sorry it took so long to update, my computer wasn't working so I couldn't come one D: But I promise I'll try to update the next chapter soon enough. And I might have to change the rating because of this chapter.. you'll see. If you don't like it, no hate comments please!

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I don't think it'd be hard for me to entertain myself here with Stan for a few hours.

"It's so cute when you try to hide the fact that your blushing Kyle," he said running his soft hand over my skin.

"I can't help it Stan, you're so cute," I said. We were sitting at the top of the bleachers still. Our legs were up to our chests and our bodies were turned facing each other. Our heads were leaned over and pressing against each other.

"So are you," he said in a teasing voice.

"What do you wanna do while were alone here?" I asked smiling.

"We've got this whole place to ourselves," he stated looking around everywhere with curious eyes. "What do you think we should do?"

"It doesn't matter, I wanna be with you," I blushed and still didn't try to hide my face,

We both shifted our bodies, Stan placed his arms around my body. We were sitting up and I kissed him on the lips.

"You're really like perfect Stan." I added.

"Not as much as you." He smiled at me.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked fidgeting with my hands and staring around the empty, quiet room.

"I don't know, we'll think of something babe," he said, jokingly.

It didn't take long for Stan to think of something. He pushed closer to me and forced me down on the bleachers. He began kissing me slowly, softly, and then more intensely. Stan was kissing my neck and lowering his hands slowly. I tried to say something, but when he could tell I was going to talk, he just pushed his lips harder into mine to keep me from saying anything.

His eyes were closed but he knew his way around my body. I just let myself relax more against the cold, hard bleachers. I could feel Stan's boner pressing up against my thigh. I closed my eyes as my heart began melting in Stan's care. I let Stan do what he did with his hands. I was getting a boner too, one of the first I've really had around anyone. Stan hands were entering the edges of my pants, I jumped a little, and he just put his other hand on my shoulder to stop me from getting nervous.

I tried to calm myself again. I could feel my face heating up as Stan slowly went down farther into my pants.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, between kissing me.

"Don't stop Stan." I said opening my eyes a little to see that his were still closed. I closed mine again. He started pulling my pants down. I pushed my hips up a little to make it easier for him. His hands never stopped moving. Stan got to my boxers, hes slowly ran his cold, long fingers around the elastic, then under it. He pulled then down to, eyes still closed, and then finally stopped. He got off me.

"You ready Broflovski?" he asked with a grin on his face. I nodded as he went down. His mouth touching the top felt good. I moaned lightly. He slowly licked the top of my dick, working his way down. His eyes were open, I never closed mine, neither did he. Our eyes stayed dead locked the whole time. I did have to close them every once and a while though. He started going faster, harder. My moans were getting louder. He moaned once or twice to, just not as constant as me.

It wasn't long before I came in his mouth. Stan spit some of it out on the bleachers which fell on the floor.

"Sorry Stan." I felt bad for not even warning him.

"Don't be dude."

"You owe me though."

I gulped. "You want me to—"

"Yeah," he said, cutting me off.

He smiled at me, wiping the cum from his mouth and onto his pants. Smart Stan, good way to hide it. I rolled my eyes. He pulled his pants down saving me the trouble. "Have fun. You'll like what you see." I swear he was becoming more and more like Kenny every day, I guess I was about to, too.

Stan left his boxers up, and laid against the bleachers. I kissed his lips, then his neck, working my way down to his stomach. I kept my lips pressed against his warm stomach as I used my hands to pull down his boxers. Then I started kissing his again, going down farther, down to his dick. I licked around the top, slowly, and rubbed my fingertip up and down the side of his cock. I made my way down, then licking the sides, licking all around. It felt kind of weird doing this with my best friend. I didn't think this day would come.

We'd been friends forever. And now I'm sucking his cock. That's a huge step, I'd say. This time he was the one making more noticeable moans. I barely let any release this time. I was put my mouth around the tip of his dick, sucking on it, then going down. Just like he did, I started going harder and faster. He was trying to speak, but couldn't.

"K-Kyle!" he yelled. "I-I'm gon-n-n-n-a-," I didn't pull away fast enough apparently. He came all over my face, at least just around my mouth. He leaned up and wiped my face off with his hand, wiping it on his pants again.

"Gross." I said laughing as he removed the last of it.

"Sorry Kyle." He mimicked like when I apologized before. I knew he was only joking. After it was all off he looked at his phone. The wallpaper was still there of him and Wendy. He went into his picture and deleted it. Then he deleted the rest of him and Wendy too. He went back into the picture taking setting on his phone. "Smile." He said holding the camera in front of our faces, bring them closer and kissing me on the cheek. I was smiling and my eyes were directed his way.

Stan took the picture and set it as his background. It was really sweet. Better than the picture of him and Wendy. An hour had passed by.

"We should go now." I added as we sat there quietly.

"Yeah before the police get involved again." We laughed and began walking down the bleachers. The echoed with every step through the Rec Center. The floor screeched when our sneakers pressed against or whenever we turned. We didn't talk to the way home. Our arms just stayed connected as we slowly walked home. We went our separate ways when I reached his house. He went around the back, and went into his house. I heard the backdoor slowly creak shut. His parents car wasn't in the drive way.

Probably out looking for him. Stan had texted me saying that his dad was home and that he fell for everything we planned to tell our parents. My mom wasn't home either when I got in my house. My dad was absent mindedly watching TV.

"Oh hey Kyle you're home." I took my shoes off at the door. "Where were you at the end of the day." I explained to him what me and Stan had agreed on lying about. He had fell for it. It was about 6:00. I had to tell my mom to when she got home what happened. She practically choked me with her hug. Ike didn't care, he dragged himself up the stairs.

Considering the fact that my mother didn't bring up anything about Stan and I, kind of relieved me. I didn't think she would. Another hour passed, and we were all sitting down at the table for dinner.

"So Kyle would you like to explain to me why Sharon and I were called to the school?" I swallowed the food in my mouth..

"No, not really."

"Kyle," she began, "I'm going to find out sooner or later so it might as well be now." She took a bite of mashed potatoes and placed her fork next to her plate.

"Do I have to?" she nodded and didn't take her eyes off of me, waiting for my words.

"Stan and I were making out at lunch today." I murmured, no one heard me.

"Speak up bubbula." She said with a light tone.

"Stan and I were making out at lunch today." Everyone at the table stopped chewing there food and all eyes were on me.

"What? What? WHAT?" she yelled slamming her fists down on the table.

"Kyle!" my dad yelled, "When were you going to tell us about this?" he was more calm than my mom.

"I wasn't." I stated calmly.

My mom and dad sent me to my room. A while later they came up to check on me.

"Kyle, we've decided to be ok with you and Stanley. But making out with someone at your age is unacceptable! We don't want you doing anything like that anymore." I laughed on the inside, thinking about my day. At least he wouldn't find out that.

"I just didn't think you would turn out this way, I thought I'd raised you differently." My mom spoke the words so lightly, I could tell she had settled down a little.

They left the room. "Goodnight Bubby." She added before walking out.

"Night mom, thanks." I rolled over on my side and buried my face in my pillow.

Today was the day I learned how much Stan loved me, I guess tomorrow would be the day I learn that there's a security camera in the Rec center.