"I don't get why we have to use a condom," Stan keeps saying.
"Yes you do," Kyle snaps, tearing it open. "I'm not gonna explain it again, Stan." Stan watches entranced as Kyle rolls the translucent latex onto his throbbing dick. "I can't believe this is the first time you've used one."
Kyle winces awhen Stan works his dick slowly inside him. When Stan hesitates Kyle tilts his hips.
"We can't stop now," he complains.
Stan bows his head, licks Kyle's neck, and thrusts into him in swift, sure movements. Kyle becomes placid, open, drooling. They fall asleep stuck together.