Stans POV –

I sat in the corridor outside the Principals office directly across from Kevin. I refused to glance in his direction. My mind was in the gutter where he was concerned, although I couldn't believe what he'd just done to me in the middle of class; I had to admit I fucking loved every second of the bittersweet violation. Kevin was wicked, dangerous and oh so naughty. I lusted for more of him; I needed to fulfil all the lewd scenarios playing inside my demented little mind.

I clenched my eyes shut and bit my bottom lip as I imagined the soft yet skilled hands of the dark haired minx plaguing my thoughts. His firm grip around my organ, the way his digits traced gently over every inch of my sex. By this point I knew I was blushing, but fuck it, we'd already come this far why not enjoy it?

At first I'd thought I'd had a crush on Kevin but the more I found out about him the more intrigued I was becoming. Perhaps, I'd finally found a challenge. Not just another notch in my belt, but an equal lover.

Hell, I was no stranger to romps. Being quarterback of the football team since fourth grade had guaranteed me cock and pussy from anyone I pleased, but until now they'd merely been sexual playthings; just a new wet, warm hole to sheath my dick as I attempted to find something more, something meaningful. A partner who could excite me, charge my senses and turn me on with the utter of a word, even if said word wasn't of explicit nature. Could Kevin be what I've been looking for all along? Not just another conquest, but instead the person I could see myself content with? Only time could tell.

My blue gaze turned upward from behind my red features as I finally decided to look toward Kevin, who was no longer opposite me. I gazed around the corridor in disbelief. He'd just been there not three minutes ago.

Looking down at the clock on my cell phone I realized I'd been off with the pixies for almost ten minutes. I rolled my eyes, frustrated with myself for losing track of time.

I cradled the phone atop my lap as I sat idly, waiting for the principal. I hunched my back over, elbows resting in my lap as I stared down toward my old, dirty, torn up blue vans. I felt a pulsing sensation in my lap. My phone was vibrating and flashing. I looked to the display taking in the caller I.D. Kevin…. Well; via phone or in person, it seemed Kevin could find a way to make my crotch tingle.

I snatched up my phone and answered it.

"Hello." I answered gingerly, not knowing what to expect.

"Naughty little Stan Marsh…. You still have to pay for that cheeky song you sang about me." Kevin purred sending shudders through my entire frame.

I cleared my throat in attempt to play it cool. I didn't need Kevin Stoley knowing he could affect me anymore than he already had.

"Well Kev, I'd say I paid enough back there, honestly dude….. you don't know you're alive until you've blown your load in the middle of class, in the palm of your lab partner, while the teacher is yelling at the pair of you."

Kevin let out an odd hum. "It's not a punishment if you enjoy it Stan."

"Oh it that right?" I retorted, smirking widely enjoying the tension between us.

"Yeah it's right, like you're enjoying our conversation right now, you smiling fool." Kevin quickly responded.

I shot out of my seat staring around the deserted corridor. I flipped the bird and smirked.

"No one's in the halls and if you can see me what am I doing now?" I tested.

Kevin chuckled briefly. "Stanny, Stan, Stanny boy….. I never said I could see you. I often have lucky guesses. Why are you always so paranoid?"

I breathed a long, deep sigh and leant against the wall behind me as I began chewing the nails on my free hand.

"So what do you want Stoley?" I quizzed. Kevin mumbled something quickly causing me to screw my face up.

"Huh!?" I replied with the grace of a toothless hic.

"I just thought you deserve to know, the coach of the basketball team is in with the principal. He meets her in her office at around two o'clock, every two days and he eats her pussy out. It's pretty fucking gross if you ask me, but I prefer the company of men, so vagina's hold no intrigue to me. On another note, it's good for him because it ensures more funding for balls, jerseys and all that sporting mumbo jumbo. Now to the shitty part. He eats her good until she squirts and it takes about two hours…. Older people and their malfunctioning sexual organs. Who takes two hours to cum? Anyway it's two forty now, so you can either wait for them to finish, he'll strut out wiping his mouth like he's just had the best seafood chowder he's ever eaten or if you don't believe me, there's a glass marked triple two beside a pot plant in the hall, you see it? Triple two stands for; two o'clock, every second day for two hours. Take the glass, place it to the door and place your ear to the glass. Once you figure out I'm being honest you should just leave. Her whole office reeks of pussy after these appointments. I'd honestly rather huff your gym shoes over even get a whiff of her office any day. If you need further explanation, imagine being on a fish trawler on a hundred degree day and you'll understand." Kevin explained.

I stared around the hall searching for a pot plant, phone still to my ear.

"I can't see it." I announced.

Kevin groaned, impatient. "You actually have to move from that one fucking spot to find it, for a sporting marvel you're butt fuck lazy Marsh."

I paced the hall until I found a miniscule, half dead frizzled up fern next to the school secretary's desk. I rolled my eyes brushing the plant away to find a small, glass tumbler with three twos scrawled on it in messy marker.

I slowly made way back toward the officer door and slowly clinked the glass against the door, not making enough of a sound to allow the inhabitancy to know I was eavesdropping.

"Oh fuck yes Mr Fischer, slurp my lady, love chowder from right up inside me. Lap it up you filthy fucking beast!" A voice happily moaned from inside the door.

Disgusted and vocalizing how grossed out I was, I dropped the glass and ran as fast as my legs would carry me.

Standing on the grassy patch outside the main office building I shuddered and shook, feeling dirty from what I'd just heard. I held my cell back to my ear to hear Kevin hysterically laughing at my reaction.

"Ok so you were fucking right…. What do you want for that?" I asked sarcastically, still trying to remain indifferent to the hot nerd.

"Well they got their triple two, I was hoping I could get a sixty nine, maybe my balls licked, even a good asshole fingering while you're at it? No? Ok Stan here's my offer, I know you think about me naked, hell every time you adjust your belt or the tie on your football shorts, I assume you're daydreaming about pounding my ass. So let's make dreams reality. I want you Stan Marsh, I need to fuck you, I wanted to be fucked by you. It's been that way for a while…. My proposal is meet me at my house tonight around eight and we can discuss our innermost desires, maybe even act out a few tonight." Kevin stated, confidently.

I laughed.

"Oh… well…. I've only ever topped with guys Kevin. If you'd be willing to sub….." I began to be cut off.

"Marsh, don't fuck with me. Be there at eight or forget it. I only offer chances once. Oh and two more things. Chewing your nails is a disgusting habit, just like flipping the bird is not only rude but it makes you look like a Tucker tryhard." Kevin said sternly.

"What the fuck Stoley, you could see me?" I snarled before Kevin disconnected the call.

I stared at the cell and shook my head taking in all that had just occurred. I stuffed the cell back in the pocket of my jeans.

I, Stan Marsh, now had one hell of a choice to make. Go to Kevin's at eight and express all my dirty depraved sex fantasies in hopes Kevin would accept them and make them come to life in return for me submitting to a selection of his or forever lose the opportunity to find out if Kevin Stoley was my match. Did I mention how much I fucking hate choices?