Chapter 2
For the next few days Kyle lays low. He's scared that he somehow misread Stan and doesn't want to take the chance of ending up in jail, or worse. He sneaks peeks at the raven haired boy hard at work. The sight of Stan crusted in grime laboring away gives him boners, which is weird because normally such filth grosses him out. However, there is something manly and sexy about it on Stan.
On Friday night Kyle stays late again. He still hasn't really gotten the hang of these damn reports and wants father to be pleased. Or at least placated enough to finally leave him alone. He's so involved with his work he doesn't hear the door open and close behind him and nearly jumps out of his skin when a hand touches his back. He whirls around to see Stan, who has taken a step back and has his hands up.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." Stan says.
Kyle smiles. He's happy to see him and thinks it must be a good sign.
"Sorry. I know I've been ignoring you. I've been buried in these damn reports lately. I just can't figure them out." Kyle says
Stan grabs the chair from Wendy's desk and rolls it over.
"Here" He says, grabbing Kyle's hand and drawing on the report. "You've got to separate the production and sales numbers. Otherwise these things are a mess."
"Thanks." Kyle says. He's taken notice that Stan's hand hasn't moved from his. Stan is staring at him longingly. Then all of a sudden he lunges forward and plants his lips on Kyle's. It's only for a second but Stan's lips are soft and warm. Stan pulls back, an unsure look on his face. Kyle smiles at him.
"You have no idea how much I have been racking my brain trying to figure out if you felt this way about me." Kyle says.
Stan leans forward again, kissing Kyle more slowly now. He gets out of his own chair, sitting on Kyle's lap.
"Kenny is convinced I'm going to end up in the East River because of this." Stan says in between kisses. He reaches down and grabs Kyle's erection through his pants. Kyle moans with delight. Suddenly Stan's stomach, rumbles breaking up the rhythm.
"Sorry." Stan says embarrassed.
"Here." Kyle grabs for a container of Chinese food on the desk. He picks the pieces of chicken out of the dish hand, feeding them into Stan's mouth. "So my man can grow big and strong," he says, smiling up at the man sitting on his lap.
Stan smiles back and grabs for Kyle's cock. "Let me finish you off."
"Soon, but not now. Not here like this" He says pushing Stan's hand away. "I want it to be in a place where I can show you every inch of me." Kyle puts his finger to his chin for a moment thinking. "If you can meet me tomorrow in Central Park I think I have the perfect place. I have Synagogue in the morning but I can meet you at noon."
"Ill be waiting for you on the bench next to the zoo." He says, giving Kyle one last kiss.
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On Saturday morning Kyle is extremely anxious. The Rabbi's sermon seems to be on a particularly boring topic and for Kyle it's torture. By the time it ends he feels like he has aged 100 years.
"Kyle, are you okay?" His mother says as they are walking back to the house.
"Yea I'm fine. I'm meeting someone in the park today and I don't want to be late is all."
"Oh, so that's why you wanted to borrow the car. So who is it? Someone from work? A girl?" His mother inquires. The tone of her voice shows she is considerably more interested than usual.
"Just someone I bumped into." Kyle says, lying. He doesn't feel like getting into a whole argument at the moment about mingling between the classes.
"Oh that's nice. Make sure you show them a good time." his mother says. He smirks covertly imagining what she would say if she knew who he was really meeting. Probably something like he should hose down in the yard before getting in the car.
When he gets home he rushes upstairs to change, already being late. As he's running out the front door his mother says something but he doesn't stop to hear it. He runs as fast as he can praying that Stan waits for him.
He pulls up to the park 20 after, frantic that Stan has left in a fit of frustration. He is relieved to see Stan sitting their tossing little pieces of bread to birds. He looks content, talking to the birds as if they were old acquaintances. He spots Kyle and his face lights up.
"I feared that you might not be coming." He says
"I'm sorry. I wanted to change into something more casual after temple. Not that it matters now. I look like a wreck."
"I think you look great." Stan says smiling.
"You're gonna love this place." Kyle says walking back out to the car.
Stan whistles at the sight of the Cadillac. Kyle blushes. He wonders what Stan must think of him and all his opulence considering Stan most likely lives with considerably less.
"Well actually it's my dad's." Kyle says getting in and starting the engine. "In fact most everything I own is his. Technically."
"I wish I had a dad like yours." Stan says.
As Kyle drives down the city streets he wonders if this is the first time Stan has ever been in a car. He's acting like it, sticking his head out the window and making comments about the wonder of automobiles. Kyle smiles as they drive over the Brooklyn Bridge. He can feel all the stress and tension lift from his shoulders, as if he dropped it all off on the corner before he left Manhattan.
"My parents own a small vacation spot out on Long Island. It's not much but it's certainly private enough. No one around for miles." In the privacy of the car Stan puts his hand on Kyle's knee. "Soon." Kyle says.
Before they know it they are outside the grip of NYC whizzing by farms on dirt roads. Stan is staring out the window ogling at farms.
"Isn't it beautiful?" He says
"Huh." Kyle answers.
"The farms, the cows, the emptiness, don't you find it beautiful?"
Kyle shrugs his shoulders. He doesn't hate nature but he doesn't particularly adore it either.
"I'm gonna live in a place like this one day. When I save up enough from the factory I'm gonna buy a farm and never look back." Stan says, staring out the window.
They reach the house by 2:00. It is a small bungalow at the end of a long dirt road, about a mile and a half from the nearest neighbor. They both get out of the car and Stan is walking a little charlie-horsed. Kyle deduces it is in fact his first time in a car. Kyle has prepared a picnic lunch to be enjoyed by the lake, the sort of thing that he figures the nature loving Stan will enjoy. He retrieves the basket from the back seat and follows Stan into the house.
Stan seems to be entranced by all the fancy furniture. There is a grand piano in the small living room and Stan sits down at it.
"Do you play?" Kyle says.
"No. Always wanted to but my family could never afford a piano. I play some guitar though. Maybe I'll show you sometime."
Kyle smiles at the thought. He's never had anyone play an instrument specifically for him and the romanticism of the idea gets him excited. He shows Stan his childhood bedroom. Stan finds the notches on the wall that marked how tall he had grown each summer.
" Wow. I never really thought of you as a child. It's hard to picture, you're always so mature. Almost as if you popped out of the womb like you are now, all ready to go."
"It's flattering but hardly true. I was basically forced to work at the factory. The grown up thing is really all my parents doing."
"I think they put too much pressure on you. That's why you tend to be uptight. I'm sorry." Stan says putting his hands over his mouth.
"No, don't be. Its true most of the time."
" Too be honest it's kind of cute." Stan say's. "You act like this 40 year old man who has to be pulled down once in a while and reminded he's still young."
Kyle blushes. He hardly thinks his up-tightness is cute but he is willing to take any compliment Stan is willing to give him.
They step out into the backyard and Stan's eyes light up when he sees the lake. He's dashing towards it and Kyle doesn't think he's ever seen clothes come off that fast in his life. By the time he get to the shore Stan is already splashing around.
"You coming in?" He says, water glistening off his skin.
Kyle starts stripping, slowly. He wants more than anything to be in there, naked with Stan, but he's never done anything like this before. He's nervous he won't be able to measure up to Stan, who is bigger. He gets to his undershorts and his hand freezes at the hem.
"You know you don't have to if you don't want to." Stan says, looking up at him. "I can get out and we can just cuddle."
Kyle melts. Stan is so caring, in touch with his feelings. More than anyone has ever been.
"No, you deserve to see everything." Kyle says. "Just promise not to laugh."
"Never." Stan says.
Kyle inserts his hand into the garment and just like that his undershorts are gone. Stan is standing their completely still, breathless. Kyle lowers himself slowly at first, dipping his feet into the lake. As if waking out of a trance, Stan suddenly moves, swimming over to Kyle and helping him into the water.
"You're beautiful." Stan says, taking a hold of his face and looking him straight in the eye.
Stan's lips come down on him and he can feel Stan's hand grab his dick. Stan's rough hands on his skin are giving him sensations he has never felt before. He moans, still attached to Stan's mouth, melting under his touch.
"Milk me." He says, pulling away from Stan's lips just long enough to get the words out.
As Stan starts pulling harder and faster on his shaft his mind flies away. He is no longer in the lake at his summer house, he is an animal on Stan's farm. Stan is pulling on him so he can release his sweet drink, Stan's rough hands coaxing it out of him. He can feel it coming, rising out of him until he can't hold it anymore.
Just as his hot nectar explodes he is pulled out of his fantasy. Every muscle in his body is in spasm and he can feel Stan's strong hands keeping him from slipping under the water. "I've got you." Stan says. Kyle is staring up at his face into his beautiful blue eyes and feels like the luckiest guy in the world.
Afterward they sit naked on a blanket under a tree eating the picnic. Stan feeds Kyle chocolate covered strawberries while they cuddle. They kiss as they watch the sun set over the lake.
"You know I couldn't think of a more perfect day." Stan says as they smooch. "Someday we will have this every evening."
By the time they get back to the city it's nearly midnight. Kyle drops Stan off at his apartment building and they smooch in the car. Kyle is a little sad when Stan finally leaves. He watches him disappear into his building.
Kyle takes the long way back, enjoying the night lights and sounds of the city that never sleeps. When he steps in the door at nearly 1 AM his parents are there waiting for him.
"And just where have you been young man!" His mom says as he puts his coat away.
"Why does it matter! I'm an adult. I'm entitled to a life of my own!"
"Kyle, we're only thinking about you. It's not proper for a young man of your marital status to stay out late. People will start to talk. You're a business man, you have a reputation to uphold." His father says.
"God already knows what they will say." His mother blurts out.
Kyle heads up the stairs without saying another word. He can hear his parents arguing over his actions but he really can't deal with that high society shit right now. He gets undressed for bed and lays down with thoughts of Stan. He strokes himself until he comes and wonders what his mother would say about that. He drifts off to sleep imagining Stan's big arms wrapped around him, keeping him safe and secure.