Chapter 4

Kyle sits at the dinner table in an awkward silence. Ignoring him is his parent's way of telling him they disapprove of how he has been acting lately. He could make it go away by apologizing but why should he? At his age he should be able to make his own decisions about how to live his life.

"So, mom, why don't you tell us about your boring day at home sipping tea and chatting with your friends?" Ike says in a sarcastic tone.

Sheila sighs, pushing her food around on her plate while Gerald sits behind the paper. Kyle wonders if other families of their status are this dysfunctional behind closed doors or if it is a distinction unique to the Broflovski's. Unable to take the awkward tension anymore and not really hungry, he leaves the table.

He's in his room getting ready for bed when he notices Ike standing in his doorway.

"Come to taunt me?" Kyle says.

"Actually, I'm kind of impressed with you right now. I never thought you would have the balls to stand up to them." Ike says, looking proud.

"Thank you so very much. You know I spend my entire day thinking about gaining the admiration of a teenage juvenile delinquent." Kyle says.

"You know, until that night I never really thought that much of you, but since then I sort've been looking up to you." Ike says, getting red in the face. "You proved it's possible to be your own person even in a family where the expectation is for you to be exactly like everyone else. I hope to have your courage when the time comes for me to stand up to them."

Kyle gets a little red himself as Ike walks away. He is ashamed to admit that his younger brother's admiration does mean something to him, however much he wants it not to and however unearned it is. If he was really as strong as Ike thinks he was he would have refused father and never gotten involved in the business. However some good did come of it. If he hadn't gone to the factory he never would have met Stan. His heart and another part of his body get warm at the thought of him. Kyle closes the door and locks it. God forbid his parents should walk in on him doing this.

He shucks his pants and undershorts, his cock flopping out as he climbs into bed. He reaches for some oil he keeps in his nightstand and slicks himself up. Visions of a naked Stan, his perfectly shaped butt, his large cock surrounded by wild untrimmed bush are making him hard. He moans softly as he pulls over his length, trying to keep everything subdued. Suddenly he's not in his room anymore but some strange place. He's pinned up against a wall and Stan's fingers are inside him, preparing his ass for Stan's cock. Kyle moans, barley able to hold on as Stan's length fills all his crevasses. He can hear him moaning now, calling out his name in shallow breaths and finally he can't hold it anymore. He comes, calling out Stan's name.

Suddenly he's back in his bed, alone and covered in sweat and come, but happy. He takes a rag and cleans himself up. He's sure the maid must know he's jacking off but she hasn't said anything. He goes to sleep with visions of cuddling with Stan in some faraway place away from all of this.

He dreams that he and Stan are castaways, shipwrecked on some deserted island. However instead of being sad, they're happy. They go naked all day and fuck whenever they want to, no one telling them what is proper. Stan takes care of him, hunting and providing shelter and Kyle gives him sex, enjoying it as much as Stan.

When morning comes Kyle wants nothing more than to stay in bed and dream about a life with Stan, but he knows that's just a fantasy that will never come true. Even if everything were to work out perfectly, the most they could ever be is secret fuck buddies, sneaking away from their families every so often to enjoy a few hours together in some hotel or meadow.

His mother makes his breakfast in silence. "Where is that boy! I don't know how I ended up with two delinquents as sons." Sheila says. Kyle isn't sure if that is meant to hurt him or just her venting but it hurts either way. Kyle eats his eggs in a hurry, trying to get out of the house as soon as possible. For once he is actually looking forward to work where he can get away from all this and spend the day ogling Stan.

"How come you never tried to go out with Stan?" Kyle asks Wendy as he is digging through paperwork.

"Huh?" Wendy says, popping her head up as if Kyle has just insulted her honor. In fact, he probably did.

"Didn't you say you liked him? You seem like the type that wouldn't care about class or anything like that." Kyle says.

"If you can believe it I actually tried and he turned me down. Said it wouldn't be right for someone like me to date someone like him and he didn't want to ruin my reputation."

"Huh." Kyle says. He can see it, Wendy asking him to some dingy club downtown and Stan refusing, saying that high class girls don't go out with people like him. He's the type that always seems to be looking out for everybody but himself

"I bet he's broken a lot of hearts." Wendy says, staring at him longingly.

Kyle stares at him through the window and feels giddy. Almost like he is a little kid harboring the secret that Stan loves him. He wishes he could tell other people, share that he has found the love of his life. But he can't. It seems so unfair that the one thing that makes him happy has to be kept a secret.

Kyle spends most of the day buried in paperwork. His father's doing no doubt. He can't tell whether it is a punishment or rather an attempt to keep him from whatever sinful activity his father thinks he is up to. He doesn't pick his head up until nearly 6 pm when he hears the door to the office open. Stan is standing their looking at Kyle as if he is some essential nutrient that he has been starved of.

"Hey there, stranger. Haven't seen you in a while." Stan says.

"Sorry about that. My father's loaded me with paperwork the past week or so. His attempt to keep me from doing whatever sinful things he thinks I'm doing." Kyle says.

"Well than I guess it's a good thing I can come to you." He say's sitting down in Kyle's lap. Kyle can feel his hard cock pressing into his thigh.

"You're all my father's fears for me come true." Kyle says.

"Oh no. I'm much worse." Stan says, pulling Kyle out of his chair. Suddenly he doesn't care about the stack of papers sitting on the desk, he just wants Stan. Stan is happy to oblige, dragging him out of his chair and the office.

Stan's dragging him across the factory floor and he wonders if this is the night they will do it. They both have been talking about going all the way since the lake trip.

Stan leads him into the men's locker room and jams a chair underneath the door handle. He pushes Kyle up against a locker and starts violently kissing him. Kyle moans in response and grabs Stan's cock which is already rock hard. Stan kicks off his boots and works his way out of his pants. Kyle goes to grab Stan underneath his shirt and is surprised when his hand touches bare skin. He's excited and aroused that Stan chose not to wear any underwear. He starts rubbing Stan's member while starting to work his way out of his own clothes. Stan's moans are different from his. Their strong and manly, almost animal like. Kyle's never heard anything like it before but finds it extremely arousing. Stan steps back for a second to remove his shirt and has to laugh a little at Kyle. His clothes are all jumbled and crooked, some halfway off his body. Kyle looks offended for a second but eventually starts laughing himself.

"Well, clearly we have to do something about this." Stan says.

In a matter of seconds Stan has him naked, nothing more to hide behind. Stan freezes for a minute just staring at him and suddenly Kyle feels very self conscious.

"What?" Kyle says, staring back.

Stan approaches him, smiling. "Just taking in every beautiful inch of you." He says. His lips crash against Kyle's while his rough hands go to Kyle's cock. He can hear Kyle moaning in his mouth. Suddenly Kyle pulls away.

"If you continue like this I'm goanna finish." Kyle says with a sheepish grin.

Stan winks at him and reaches into his locker. He pulls out a glass vial full of some liquid.

"It's a special formula for lubricant. It's supposed to produce great sensations. I wrote to my parents all the way in Poland to get the formula. It's been in the family for generations. I've also been talking to Kenny. He gave me some pointers about how to prepare you." Stan says, his face growing red.

"I thought Kenny said you and me were a bad idea. Something about you ending up at the bottom of a river?" Kyle says.

"Well, he told me that If I was going to do this, it was better he teach me how to not break you."

Even though he wants it more than anything Kyle fidgets nervously at the idea of being penetrated.

Stan senses his hesitance and pulls Kyle into a hug. "We don't have to do that tonight." He takes Kyle's hand and brings it around to his backside. He pushes Kyles fingers in between his cheeks and lets them rest on his hole. "If you want you can take me."

Kyle can feel a tear forming in his eyes. Stan would give his ass to him without a second thought and Kyle thinks the gesture is beautiful. Kyle picks his head up and looks Stan in the eye. "I want you in me more than anything in the world. Just be gentle, okay?"

"Of course." Stan says.

Stan kisses Kyle lightly on the lips then starts trailing down his neck. He stops at the chest and takes Kyle's nipple between his lips. He sucks on the hard nub, which produces a few soft groans from Kyle. He comes off his nipple and starts kissing all the way down Kyle's navel. Stan kneels on the floor , his naked butt distracting Kyle so much that he is taken by surprise when Stan takes his cock in his mouth. Stan's mouth is wet and warm and he nearly comes right then, but he recovers and barley holds himself back. Stan takes him in deep, his tongue exploring every inch of his length. He lets go of Kyle's cock and dips his head lower.

"Oh, God." Kyle cries out when Stan takes his balls in his mouth, sucking on them like lollypops. He seems to have a real talent for oral sex and Kyle isn't sure he can hold out much longer. Finally when Stan has him just at the edge he pulls off. Kyle pants, holding onto the locker in front of him for support.

"Stan, please, I need you in me." He says, out of breath.

Stan comes up, kissing him one more time before going to get the oil. He comes up behind Kyle, using the oil to get his fingers nice and slippery. Kyle can feel Stan's finger tracing from just under his balls all the way up his butt crack. When Stan reaches his hole he rubs his finger on the outside. Kyle moans uncontrollably, Stan's actions turning him into butter. Kenny taught him well. When Stan pushes a finger in, Kyle isn't exactly sure how it feels. It's different but not in a bad way.

"You're so tight." Stan says.

"Good or bad?" Kyle asks.

"Good. Definitely good."

He feels Stan's finger brush up against something and suddenly he forgets where he is, overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Well, I think we found your prostate." Stan says, using the distraction to slip a second finger in. Stan scissors Kyle and he can feel himself opening up.

"Stan, I'm ready." He says.

He feels Stan's fingers leave him and then hears him fiddling around with the bottle, lubing up his cock. He feels Stan's member parting his butt cheeks and coming to rest on his hole.

"You sure?" Stan says. Kyle nods and a second later Stan is pushing into him. He grunts and holds onto the locker as he adjusts to Stan's size. He can feel the warmness of Stan's cock pushing further into him. Suddenly Stan's cock is rubbing up against his prostate and this time he sees stars. He can hear himself moaning as if he was out of his own body. He can feel Stan's hands around him, holding him up supporting his form as he turns to jelly. He can barley feel Stan's cock banging around inside him and with each pass on his prostate he is brought closer and closer to orgasm until he can't stop himself from going over the edge.

Kyle has the single greatest orgasm of his life, forgetting space and time themselves. Even when he comes back down the normal pressures of his world seems to have just dissipated.

Afterward Kyle sits in Stan's lap cuddling. They both stare at one another adoringly.

"I almost forgot." Kyle says, scurrying over to his suit jacket. He comes back with a paper brochure of a model T. "I put the money down on it today."

"You're buying a car?"

"I thought it would be something fun for the both of us. This way we can scurry off to the country whenever we want without anyone else noticing."

"I like that Idea." Stan says, bringing his lips to Kyle's.

"We can even go out prospecting for farms." Kyle says.

"You would do that for me?" Stan asks.

"Honey, for you, I would go to the end of the Earth."

Once again I would like to thank theDoctorlies for proofreading my work. A good beta reader is always nice to have.