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Eventually as our dates would progress, we would share a kiss. And ever time I would have wished it was Kyle. After a month of being here at South Park, I realized how close Kyle and I had become…More closer than I ever could be with Wendy (I mean what kind of name is that anyway? Wind-D…. WTF? -mssvampire).
It was raining that day, like most afternoons I was walking home with Kyle, there was a major Guitar Hero battle planned. I was about to tell Kyle about this Wendy-situation, when that orange-jacket-wearing-sonofabitch, who doesn’t have a pot to piss in or window to through it out of-bastard bounced up stopping us at the door to Kyle’s house, like we wanted him there or something (or at least I really really really really really didn’t want him there, Kyle’s cheerful grin implied otherwise.)
“Kyle come see me later. I have something important to discuss with you,” Kenny quickly glanced in my direction, “I can’t do it now because there are… Stan is here.” Kenny smiled like he was a gallant and I wanted him to die… SLOWLY, WHIPS!!! ^_^ ANYWAY..
Kyle nodded, “See ya later dude, me and Stan have a battle to attend to.” Even I heard the evil laughter inside Kyle’s mind.
The one in the orange jacket bounced off to whence he came from, Leaving me and Kyle alone again. Finally.
Kyle’s hand was reaching for the door knob, I couldn’t help but think dirty thoughts as I glared at his perfectly shaped body, It looked better wet one could only imagine the glory of the nakedness.  We walked inside, I watched Kyle take off his coat and hang it on the coat-rack, I copied the motion.
After the removal of the garments we were settled on his couch, yet the Guitar hero game was no where to be seen. I didn’t mind.
“Um.. Stan” I heard my red head utter from under his breathe.
“Yea?”
“Do you really have strong feelings for Wendy? I mean really?”
I looked away, this was what I had been planning to talk about on my own time but that bastard beat to the punch. Now I had to confess, like most criminals (of love). “No… Its getting harder to keep up this façade…. I really want to break up with her but I don’t want to loose her as a friend..”

“That’s Understandable.” Kyle agreed “But what’s with the woody?”
“OMIGAWD!!”
Kyle’s voice turned from nervous to seductive, “Is that for me?”
I gulped. My blushing was giving him all the answer he needed before he suddenly grabbed my package, feeling it through my jeans. I was so wrapped up in the feeling of him touching me that I barely was able to kiss back when he pressed his lips against mine, or at least at first. As the kiss progressed, he allowed my tongue entrance; at this moment I slide my hands up the back of his shirt, scratching his back, leaving red marks from my fingernails.
“Damn-it Stan,” Kyle said biting my lower lip, rather hard. “How will I explain this to my mother?”
“Who?”  He growled slightly as I pushed myself on top of him, I felt obliged to relieve him of his shirt; I discarded it somewhere in dark room.
I could feel Kyle’s hands shake as they reached for my face in the darkness, it made me feel in control and confident, and this made me harder. I wanted to make sure that me being this hard was okay, so I reached into his pants, and I touched it, feeling his shape fo the first time in my hands. He was pretty big for a Jew. That’s when I felt Kyle’s hands at my zipper, he hadn’t even bothered to take my shirt off yet. I moved my hands from his Jew-penis to my zipper to help him out and me. I quickly returned back to my previous movements but this time I started pumping. His moans were stolen by my hungry ears. As I released his pleasure pleading penis I removed the last fragment of my clothing.
“Kyle get the fuck out of those clothes.” I said yanking those damn offensive pants and cute little boxers, with a Jew Star on it, I suppressed my laughter.  I yanked them off along with his pants revealing what I had been grabbing a minute before. I kissed him so hard I felt the back of his throat with my tongue.
That’s when I felt Kyle’s hands genteelly pushing me back and breaking our kiss, he moved his lips down my neck and pushed me back onto the couch as he worked over me, slowly moving downward. I was surprised when his mouth slipped around the head of my penis, my hips were thrusting up and hit Kyle in the head and he fell off the couch. Kyle shot me a very annoyed look as he grabbed the fabric and pulled himself back up. I was twitching. I can’t believe it was my first time getting head, and I throw my partner off the couch. But as soon as I thought the sex was over, Kyle pushed me back again this time holding my hips don’t so I wouldn’t buck anymore. He slipped his lips past the head of my penis and started bobbing. After awhile when I thought I was about to lose it; Kyle lifts his head. “Fuck me?” he asked.
My eyebrows lifted in shock. I gently pressed my penis against his entrance, trying my best hold back a shutter.  I could hear Kyle mumble these words under his breathe. “I fucking need this…”  Knowing that I was properly lubricated by Kyle’s spit I was ready. So with a thrust of my hips I was in; my eyes shot wide open. My penis was being strangled by Kyle’s tight hold. “fuck…” I mumbled, biting my lip.
I forced myself in and out of Kyle, slowly, I didn’t want to hurt Kyle. Until I looked up into his eyes then he sighed. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but Stan, I want you to FUCK ME.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I felt a wicked scene of power come over me as I pushed in and out of Kyle hard and fast, the couch shook violently with us. Kyle was screaming like a little school girl, I was obviously better than Kenny. “I-I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” He screamed. Just then a voice. “I love you too Bulbe--OH MY GAWD!” …his mother.
Before I thought it could be possible, that wonderful feeling was over between Kyle and I, and I was running for my life down the street, naked. I could only pray that she wouldn’t call my dad and tell him what she had seen, praying wouldn’t be god enough.
I reached my house, no one really seemed to noticed me running around naked, surprisingly I probably didn’t noticed. I was to worried about my dad to really think about anything else. Even though the sex with Kyle would be worth a thousand beatings, it just wasn’t right to have to suffer because you loved someone.
I  put on some random clothes and walked over to my night stand where I’d left my cell phone and I opened it and there where 5 text and 3 missed calls all from Wendy, I suddenly felt horribly guilty and sick with myself. There wasn’t much I could do for her, I would probably die today anyway.
I grabbed the phone not answering her calls or text. I just sat down nervously at the bottom of the stairs, thinking about the fussing at Kyle’s house. Suddenly, like magic, Kyle started calling me. I quickly answered “Hello?!” I said
“Dude, my mom is going to call your dad, you should act like you weren’t here.”  I chuckled.  I might have been laughing but inside I was slightly scared. “Stan?”
“Even if I wasn’t doing anything, I’d still be being hit…”There was a long silence.
“..Your…dad hits you?”
I didn’t answer. “Stan get out of that house!” I didn’t move. “Stan just run out, run.”
I knew what Kyle was trying to do but it couldn’t be helped. “And go where?” No Answer.  I waited. Still no answer.
“I’ll be over there in a sec.” My heart jumped.
“Wait Kyle!”  click…. He was on his way here…And so was my dad.
I flipped my phone open it was 7:04 dad get off at 6:30, he’s actually late? He probably stopped to buy a shovel and bag to bury me with. I wouldn’t put it passed him. The worst that that could happen is Kyle getting killed, I knew they would probably arrive at the same time with my luck. Kyle would of course try to be the hero and wind up getting us both killed.
I opened the door and ran in the direction of Kyle’s house hopefully we’d meet up. I had barely started to run when I saw my dad’s car creeping down the road in my fucking direction. It stopped beside me, and my father rolled down the window. “Get in son.”
I looked towards Kyle’s house and saw him standing not even 12 meters from me.

Description
Eventually as our dates would progress, we would share a kiss. And ever time I would have wished it was Kyle. After a month of being here at South Park, I realized how close Kyle and I had become…More closer than I ever could be with Wendy (I mean what kind of name is that anyway? Wind-D…. WTF? -mssvampire).
It was raining that day, like most afternoons I was walking home with Kyle, there was a major Guitar Hero battle planned. I was about to tell Kyle about this Wendy-situation, when that orange-jacket-wearing-sonofabitch, who doesn’t have a pot to piss in or window to through it out of-bastard bounced up stopping us at the door to Kyle’s house, like we wanted him there or something (or at least I really really really really really didn’t want him there, Kyle’s cheerful grin implied otherwise.)
“Kyle come see me later. I have something important to discuss with you,” Kenny quickly glanced in my direction, “I can’t do it now because there are… Stan is here.” Kenny smiled like he was a gallant and I wanted him to die… SLOWLY, WHIPS!!! ^_^ ANYWAY..
Kyle nodded, “See ya later dude, me and Stan have a battle to attend to.” Even I heard the evil laughter inside Kyle’s mind.
The one in the orange jacket bounced off to whence he came from, Leaving me and Kyle alone again. Finally.
Kyle’s hand was reaching for the door knob, I couldn’t help but think dirty thoughts as I glared at his perfectly shaped body, It looked better wet one could only imagine the glory of the nakedness.  We walked inside, I watched Kyle take off his coat and hang it on the coat-rack, I copied the motion.
After the removal of the garments we were settled on his couch, yet the Guitar hero game was no where to be seen. I didn’t mind.
“Um.. Stan” I heard my red head utter from under his breathe.
“Yea?”
“Do you really have strong feelings for Wendy? I mean really?”
I looked away, this was what I had been planning to talk about on my own time but that bastard beat to the punch. Now I had to confess, like most criminals (of love). “No… Its getting harder to keep up this façade…. I really want to break up with her but I don’t want to loose her as a friend..”

“That’s Understandable.” Kyle agreed “But what’s with the woody?”
“OMIGAWD!!”
Kyle’s voice turned from nervous to seductive, “Is that for me?”
I gulped. My blushing was giving him all the answer he needed before he suddenly grabbed my package, feeling it through my jeans. I was so wrapped up in the feeling of him touching me that I barely was able to kiss back when he pressed his lips against mine, or at least at first. As the kiss progressed, he allowed my tongue entrance; at this moment I slide my hands up the back of his shirt, scratching his back, leaving red marks from my fingernails.
“Damn-it Stan,” Kyle said biting my lower lip, rather hard. “How will I explain this to my mother?”
“Who?”  He growled slightly as I pushed myself on top of him, I felt obliged to relieve him of his shirt; I discarded it somewhere in dark room.
I could feel Kyle’s hands shake as they reached for my face in the darkness, it made me feel in control and confident, and this made me harder. I wanted to make sure that me being this hard was okay, so I reached into his pants, and I touched it, feeling his shape fo the first time in my hands. He was pretty big for a Jew. That’s when I felt Kyle’s hands at my zipper, he hadn’t even bothered to take my shirt off yet. I moved my hands from his Jew-penis to my zipper to help him out and me. I quickly returned back to my previous movements but this time I started pumping. His moans were stolen by my hungry ears. As I released his pleasure pleading penis I removed the last fragment of my clothing.
“Kyle get the fuck out of those clothes.” I said yanking those damn offensive pants and cute little boxers, with a Jew Star on it, I suppressed my laughter.  I yanked them off along with his pants revealing what I had been grabbing a minute before. I kissed him so hard I felt the back of his throat with my tongue.
That’s when I felt Kyle’s hands genteelly pushing me back and breaking our kiss, he moved his lips down my neck and pushed me back onto the couch as he worked over me, slowly moving downward. I was surprised when his mouth slipped around the head of my penis, my hips were thrusting up and hit Kyle in the head and he fell off the couch. Kyle shot me a very annoyed look as he grabbed the fabric and pulled himself back up. I was twitching. I can’t believe it was my first time getting head, and I throw my partner off the couch. But as soon as I thought the sex was over, Kyle pushed me back again this time holding my hips don’t so I wouldn’t buck anymore. He slipped his lips past the head of my penis and started bobbing. After awhile when I thought I was about to lose it; Kyle lifts his head. “Fuck me?” he asked.
My eyebrows lifted in shock. I gently pressed my penis against his entrance, trying my best hold back a shutter.  I could hear Kyle mumble these words under his breathe. “I fucking need this…”  Knowing that I was properly lubricated by Kyle’s spit I was ready. So with a thrust of my hips I was in; my eyes shot wide open. My penis was being strangled by Kyle’s tight hold. “fuck…” I mumbled, biting my lip.
I forced myself in and out of Kyle, slowly, I didn’t want to hurt Kyle. Until I looked up into his eyes then he sighed. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but Stan, I want you to FUCK ME.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I felt a wicked scene of power come over me as I pushed in and out of Kyle hard and fast, the couch shook violently with us. Kyle was screaming like a little school girl, I was obviously better than Kenny. “I-I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” He screamed. Just then a voice. “I love you too Bulbe--OH MY GAWD!” …his mother.
Before I thought it could be possible, that wonderful feeling was over between Kyle and I, and I was running for my life down the street, naked. I could only pray that she wouldn’t call my dad and tell him what she had seen, praying wouldn’t be god enough.
I reached my house, no one really seemed to noticed me running around naked, surprisingly I probably didn’t noticed. I was to worried about my dad to really think about anything else. Even though the sex with Kyle would be worth a thousand beatings, it just wasn’t right to have to suffer because you loved someone.
I  put on some random clothes and walked over to my night stand where I’d left my cell phone and I opened it and there where 5 text and 3 missed calls all from Wendy, I suddenly felt horribly guilty and sick with myself. There wasn’t much I could do for her, I would probably die today anyway.
I grabbed the phone not answering her calls or text. I just sat down nervously at the bottom of the stairs, thinking about the fussing at Kyle’s house. Suddenly, like magic, Kyle started calling me. I quickly answered “Hello?!” I said
“Dude, my mom is going to call your dad, you should act like you weren’t here.”  I chuckled.  I might have been laughing but inside I was slightly scared. “Stan?”
“Even if I wasn’t doing anything, I’d still be being hit…”There was a long silence.
“..Your…dad hits you?”
I didn’t answer. “Stan get out of that house!” I didn’t move. “Stan just run out, run.”
I knew what Kyle was trying to do but it couldn’t be helped. “And go where?” No Answer.  I waited. Still no answer.
“I’ll be over there in a sec.” My heart jumped.
“Wait Kyle!”  click…. He was on his way here…And so was my dad.
I flipped my phone open it was 7:04 dad get off at 6:30, he’s actually late? He probably stopped to buy a shovel and bag to bury me with. I wouldn’t put it passed him. The worst that that could happen is Kyle getting killed, I knew they would probably arrive at the same time with my luck. Kyle would of course try to be the hero and wind up getting us both killed.
I opened the door and ran in the direction of Kyle’s house hopefully we’d meet up. I had barely started to run when I saw my dad’s car creeping down the road in my fucking direction. It stopped beside me, and my father rolled down the window. “Get in son.”
I looked towards Kyle’s house and saw him standing not even 12 meters from me.