Chapter 5
Kyle's POV
I'm home now, it's around 4:20am. I want to have Stan on top of me, on his bed, messing me up. I want hm to still be touching me and turning me on. Why did his stupid dad, Randy, have to walk in on us? This is so fucking gay. Oh yeah, the gift. I might as well open it. I reach open my bag. I smell the small box. I smell it and can smell Stan's light scent on the package. It's wrapped in some orange tissue paper. This is probably because he always jokes around with me that I always wear orange, he once even bought me orange condoms. I open the box slowly in case something would spill out and close it immediatly except a note slips out. "Hope you enjoy it, cutie." It's a vibrator. A baby pink vibrator with a small remote. Along with a small bottle of lube. I already have lube (every teenage boy does), why did he even give me this stuff?
"God dammit Stan." I mutter to myself while pushing my hair back with my tired fingers. "At least it's small...It won't be hard to hide it." I layed in bed thinking about everything happened this morning and realized that Stan probably isn't on his flight yet. I take out my phone and text him.
I start texting him asking him what happened after I left. He texts back 5 minutes later telling me sorry, about how his dad wanted him to get back with Wendy, and how he told his parents he sucked my dick. He was quite smug and proud of it and I wasn't surprised because he has always been like that. He told me he was almost ready to board his plane and how there are a bunch of kids on this program he has to be in. Appearently they all attend private schools and have rich, interesting parents. Stan said his parents could barely afford the program. I ask him if he can still text and call when he is away. He texts back,"I can't text much when I'm gone because the rates are high because of international fees, but I will try my best. Text me with sexy pictures of your new toy ;) I have to get on the plane now. I love you. Bye...honey." I respond with a goodbye and and an "I love you."
I sigh deeply and rub my head into my warm pillows. I rub my eyes that are barely staying open by this point in the night. I suddenly pass out until my mom wakes me up at 1PM. She pours me some milk onto some cereal and talks about how Stan is going away for 2 months. She likes to think of me at bisexual even though I'm gay. She doesn't know much about me and him going out, but she wouldn't mind it if she did. She kisses my forehead like my brother Ike, who is now 7 years old. I wonder how far Stan is in his flight and I wonder if he is making any friends on the plane. I wonder if he is thinking about me.
Stan's POV
I'm sitting on the plane now and have been for about half of the 8 hour flight to Spain. I'm now, I guess, "friends" with this kid named Joe next to me. He is smaller than me, smaller than Kyle by a little bit. He attends Crawford High, a private school a few miles away from mine. He dresses in clothes that were shipped from Japanese designers and all that jazz. We talk about girls for a while until he passes out, I don't say a word about Kyle to him and mainly talk about Wendy. This pains me inside, ugh. I push my hair back, sigh and look over to my other new "friend" on the other side of me. She looks over and smiles (I think she likes me). Her name is Julia and is sort of obsessed with this webcomic named "Homestuck." I've heard of Homestuck before, but when I told her I have never read it, she starts freaking out on me. She talked about her Homestuck "husbando," Gamzee who she calls "Gaymzee" due to a friend's joke. I laugh a bit at her and with her about life at home. She tells me she has a girlfriend named Kitty (so she doesn't like me, I would assume) and how much she loves her. I whisper about Kyle and tell her not to tell anyone. I tell her that I'm going to relax a bit, so I take out my PSP and start playing the newest version of Grand Theft Auto. Kyle's favorite game. After playing for an hour, I take a nap.
I have a dream about me and Kyle kissing and messing around with and without the vibrator. I wake up when Kyle is about suck my cock. Joe woke me up, he saw breathing heavily in my sleep and though something was wrong. I just really wanted a smoke and Kyle.
Kyle's POV
I check my clock, it says it's a little past midnight. I have been watching gay porn for almost an hour. I usually never watch porn, it gives me a headache for some reason; not this time though. "Stan...Stan...please..." I start rubbing my hardening cock and continue to stroke it from base to tip from slow to fast. "Stan...I n-need you...nn...ahh" I continue to rub and graze my thumb over the tip like Stan did. I am panting from the amount of heat I'm feeling from my own body and from remembering the day in the park bathroom. I suddenly look over at my bedside drawer and reach over to pull it open. I grab the box and open it with one hand still trying to rub my cock. I take out the little, tube-like toy and the bottle of lube. I move into a position where my head is pressing against my bed pilows with my head slightly crooked to the side, my butt is higher in the air, and my toes still covered in my sheets. I take my hand free of my hard cock, breathing heavy and put lube over the small toy. I grab the slippery thing and lay it on my entrance, still holding it with one hand, take a breath, and start to push it in. At this point I'm biting my pillow with my eyes shut. I open my eyes slightly when I realize it's not even turned on yet. "How..." I wince and look over at the small box with messed up tissue paper. I see a small remote unto a slip of clear tape. The remote is barely the size of my thumb with one small button. I close my eyes again and click it. "Ah! Ah Stan...Stan..nghnghngh..Stan.." The vibrator is almost the ultimate mix of pain and pleasure. How could something so small feel like this? I start rubbing my cock the same as before, except this time my member is harder than before, way harder. I then grabbed the box of white tissues next to me on my night stand and come into a clump of tissues I got a hold of. I lay on my my bed, still panting and drolling. I turn off the vibrator with my remaining energy as the pink toy slides out. "Stan..." I say into my bed pillow over and over before falling asleep in my sweat and cum.