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Kyle and stan gay sex

Kyle frets after his first time with Stan. I wrote this fast while dehydrated, beware. About thirty seconds after the last blush of their first time cools and Stan starts snoring softly, Kyle panics. It was all wrong! He's dreamed of this since he was a child, not the dick and asshole mechanics but the ultimate closeness, the secrecy and irreproducibility of the moment, the wanting to disappear into Stan. It wasn't like that, not spiritual at all.

Stan was very patient, careful, almost too careful, and too slow, and there was too much talking, too many questions, and at one point Kyle's dick started to get soft, because he was just so overwhelmed, and what if Stan had taken it the wrong way, was that why it had taken him so long to finish?

Stan kept asking if Kyle was okay, and Kyle was on the verge of sobbing in his efforts to prove that, yes, he was okay. Stan was a little drunk. Kyle lies there worrying that Stan might wake up like an amnesia victim and scream in horror when he finds Kyle naked in his arms.

They're eighteen, it's July, they're leaving for college in a month. Just a little over an hour, depending on traffic. And yet, worlds away, Kyle thinks, staring at the crumpled clothes that were thrown onto the floor hours ago.

Hours — had it really taken them hours? There had been an interval where Stan had to search Shelly's room for condoms, and he'd found some, and then Kyle had gotten upset, because he'd never had anyone else, and it seemed Stan had. Wendy, he assumed, and Bebe, he was told. But Stan said he'd gotten checked and so forth and said they didn't have to use the condoms if Kyle didn't want to.

Oh, Kyle had said everything wrong. He covers his face with his hand and Stan moans softly, clutching at him from behind. It's good, but then again, Kyle really needs to talk. No, or not — he'll say more wrong things if he does. Kyle still can't get over that. He was tense after hearing that it had happened, and he thinks that's why Stan asked him ten thousand times if he was okay, more so than referring to the readiness of his asshole for Stan's cock and so forth. Bebe is — she's fine.

She's fine, too, of course, looks-wise. Kyle has never been attracted to a girl in terms of actually wanting to grab tits — he's been attracted to them intellectually, of course — but he can see that Bebe is beautiful. Stan said the sex wasn't great. He claims it was part of his journey toward recognizing his feelings for Kyle, ultimately. Which Kyle finds kind of insulting, really, to both himself and Bebe.

And — women, and— Kyle has kissed one other boy. Kenny, because he was high and Kyle was lonely. Now Stan is drunk and they've had sex, and is this who Kyle is for his friends? The one to fuck around with when they're too messed up to make an effort? He should just leave. He eyes the door, imagines the cool night breeze on the walk back to his house and burrows back against Stan, who sighs in his sleep, his hand twitching over Kyle's wrist.

So Stan had been drunk — it was the fourth of July. Fireworks, stolen beers, too many grilled meats. Kyle feels fat, reaches down to touch his stomach. His mother laughs when he talks about how fat his stomach is, because it's, admittedly, just a little pudge, but he knows it will grow into something more like hers as he ages, he just knows it.

And her unsympathetic laughter doesn't help. He can't sleep — it's almost two o'clock in the morning. He doesn't want to sleep, actually, because he needs to be prepared for Stan's shock and regret. Yes, he needs to start thinking about that, because it's going to hurt. What happened was, Stan was drinking more beer than anybody, stealthily, and the adults were drinking so much that they didn't notice. And it was hot, and Kyle got disoriented.

He sat too close to Stan on the tacky plastic porch swing thing in the Marshes' backyard, under the shade of the back porch. Stan put his cold beer bottle on Kyle's bare leg, just under the hem of his shorts, grinned at him, and said, 'dude, those shorts. Kyle, who had been masturbating to thoughts of Stan since they were thirteen and Stan kicked Cartman in the balls for insulting Wendy, spread his knees and yanked Stan down for a second kiss. Had he been slutty? Well, yes, Stan hadn't even taken him on a date, and Kyle had thought, okay, we'll make out, and they did so in secret stages throughout the remainder of the barbecue, sneaking away to rub their persisting boners together in dark corners, and Kyle thought, tomorrow we'll have this great talk about what this means.

And then he ended up on his hands and knees in Stan's bed, bucking back against Stan's fingers while Stan opened him. And then there was Stan's cock, and his nervous questions. It was as if he'd sobered, physically and spiritually, as soon as he was inside Kyle. Halfway through he probably thought, what on earth? How do I get myself into these wacky situations? But because he was such a good friend, and a good guy generally, he'd gone on with it, determined to — what, not ruin their friendship?

Well, certainly it's ruined. Kyle knows he should leave. He stares at his shoes, scattered near the door, and feels like he weighs eight thousand pounds. Stan is warm at his back, overly warm, and Kyle can't move.

He likes the sound of Stan's breathing too much, and the push of Stan's stomach against the small of his back. He doesn't, deep asleep. Kyle looks at the clock. Even the numbers on the clock feel insulting. He shifts backward, remembering how good things were when it was Stan's fingers in there, before the disaster of actual fucking. Maybe Kyle isn't gay. He's always hungered for Stan's cock, specifically wanted it in his mouth, resting regally on the welcoming pillow of his tongue, and didn't even manage that tonight.

But maybe he's not gay. Maybe his mother's fierceness just made him afraid of vaginas, or something. Kyle plays with Stan's fingers, hoping to wake him, though he knows Stan is a deep sleeper. Kyle used to sniff Stan's hair as a kid, even before he knew about or wanted sex. He'd stick his face in that soft, wild, mess of black hair and just breathe as deeply as he could, rolling away dizzily as that scent rocketed up to fuzz his brain.

He once had a habit of doing the same thing with the air conditioning vent on the floor in his bedroom, but the Stan's hair thing persisted longer. Three o'clock in the morning comes, then four. Kyle doesn't sleep, but doesn't feel quite awake. He flexes his ass a lot, trying to decide if he feels differently. He does, a little sore and open and wet, but he's more interested in his emotional development, post-sex. He wishes that he felt accomplished, or stronger, more impenetrable — ironic, but he'd expected that, as if sex with Stan would be some protective spell, like a snake's sperm plug, keeping out rival impregnators.

What a thing to think of; he rolls onto his back and sneaks a look at Stan. Did Bebe think of that horrible Biology class video of snakes and that awful narration about sperm plugs when she was basking in post-sex bliss with Stan?

Definitely not, because Bebe was not in honors Biology sophomore year. The necessity of sperm plugs to further a genetic line when seven others are lined up to savage the random creature you've just impregnated: Kyle is becoming delirious; he rolls against Stan, nudging his nose against Stan's forehead. Stan smells slightly greasy, probably from the burgers and hot dogs.

Kyle licks him, softly. Stan sleeps through it, not even sighing, limp in Kyle's arms. Kyle's thoughts become more limber and less linear, and he tries to grab hold of them like ribbons that are flapping in a strong breeze, but they evade him and slide together in ways that he's just conscious enough to know don't make sense, like Stan and a cheeseburger and Bebe being a reptile — he snaps awake!

But no, they used a condom, so Kyle won't turn into a lizard, but no, then again, they only got the condom and talked about using it, because Stan said he'd used one with Bebe or had been tested, there was some awkward dialogue that was fuzzy now, and Kyle can't get married right before college, but Stan hasn't asked, okay, he's going on a diet, starting tomorrow.

Stan wants a Bebe, and Kyle can manage a bikini if he tries hard enough. He wakes feeling like he hasn't slept, and it's unfair that he has, because it wasn't restful, just disorienting.

Stan is moving, yawning, shifting Kyle toward him. Kyle is so hot, sweaty and feverish under the blankets, and he's just barely blinked his eyes open when Stan gives him a sweltering, open-mouthed kiss, licking at Kyle's tongue like it's an oyster he wants to ease out of its shell. Stan doesn't say anything, barely opens his eyes, just plays with Kyle until he's hard and arching, twitching under Stan's lazy hand.

Kyle is tired, so confused, but his hand is in Stan's hair, holding on hard. They're both too hot to press against anything, particularly each other's sweaty bodies, but they do, Kyle's leg sliding up between Stan's. He's hard, too, huffing into Kyle's mouth until he rolls on top of him and finds Kyle's hip, humps it. He had so many questions! He feels like he's high, though he hasn't taken drugs since he was nine and lived in San Francisco, and he doesn't remember anything about that except that Cartman claims to have saved him, which Kyle doesn't believe.

Stan saved him with his hybrid cars song, or tried to, or — Kyle doesn't remember, but this is just where he wants to be, and it's got to be too good to be true, but now that Stan is moving over him, touching him, he can't think of why.

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Kyle frets after his first time with Stan. I wrote this fast while dehydrated, beware. About thirty seconds after the last blush of their first time cools and Stan starts snoring softly, Kyle panics. It was all wrong! He's dreamed of this since he was a child, not the dick and asshole mechanics but the ultimate closeness, the secrecy and irreproducibility of the moment, the wanting to disappear into Stan. It wasn't like that, not spiritual at all.

Stan was very patient, careful, almost too careful, and too slow, and there was too much talking, too many questions, and at one point Kyle's dick started to get soft, because he was just so overwhelmed, and what if Stan had taken it the wrong way, was that why it had taken him so long to finish? Stan kept asking if Kyle was okay, and Kyle was on the verge of sobbing in his efforts to prove that, yes, he was okay. Stan was a little drunk. Kyle lies there worrying that Stan might wake up like an amnesia victim and scream in horror when he finds Kyle naked in his arms.

They're eighteen, it's July, they're leaving for college in a month. Just a little over an hour, depending on traffic. And yet, worlds away, Kyle thinks, staring at the crumpled clothes that were thrown onto the floor hours ago.

Hours — had it really taken them hours? There had been an interval where Stan had to search Shelly's room for condoms, and he'd found some, and then Kyle had gotten upset, because he'd never had anyone else, and it seemed Stan had. Wendy, he assumed, and Bebe, he was told. But Stan said he'd gotten checked and so forth and said they didn't have to use the condoms if Kyle didn't want to. Oh, Kyle had said everything wrong.

He covers his face with his hand and Stan moans softly, clutching at him from behind. It's good, but then again, Kyle really needs to talk.

No, or not — he'll say more wrong things if he does. Kyle still can't get over that. He was tense after hearing that it had happened, and he thinks that's why Stan asked him ten thousand times if he was okay, more so than referring to the readiness of his asshole for Stan's cock and so forth. Bebe is — she's fine. She's fine, too, of course, looks-wise. Kyle has never been attracted to a girl in terms of actually wanting to grab tits — he's been attracted to them intellectually, of course — but he can see that Bebe is beautiful.

Stan said the sex wasn't great. He claims it was part of his journey toward recognizing his feelings for Kyle, ultimately. Which Kyle finds kind of insulting, really, to both himself and Bebe. And — women, and— Kyle has kissed one other boy. Kenny, because he was high and Kyle was lonely.

Now Stan is drunk and they've had sex, and is this who Kyle is for his friends? The one to fuck around with when they're too messed up to make an effort? He should just leave. He eyes the door, imagines the cool night breeze on the walk back to his house and burrows back against Stan, who sighs in his sleep, his hand twitching over Kyle's wrist.

So Stan had been drunk — it was the fourth of July. Fireworks, stolen beers, too many grilled meats. Kyle feels fat, reaches down to touch his stomach. His mother laughs when he talks about how fat his stomach is, because it's, admittedly, just a little pudge, but he knows it will grow into something more like hers as he ages, he just knows it.

And her unsympathetic laughter doesn't help. He can't sleep — it's almost two o'clock in the morning. He doesn't want to sleep, actually, because he needs to be prepared for Stan's shock and regret. Yes, he needs to start thinking about that, because it's going to hurt.

What happened was, Stan was drinking more beer than anybody, stealthily, and the adults were drinking so much that they didn't notice. And it was hot, and Kyle got disoriented. He sat too close to Stan on the tacky plastic porch swing thing in the Marshes' backyard, under the shade of the back porch.

Stan put his cold beer bottle on Kyle's bare leg, just under the hem of his shorts, grinned at him, and said, 'dude, those shorts. Kyle, who had been masturbating to thoughts of Stan since they were thirteen and Stan kicked Cartman in the balls for insulting Wendy, spread his knees and yanked Stan down for a second kiss.

Had he been slutty? Well, yes, Stan hadn't even taken him on a date, and Kyle had thought, okay, we'll make out, and they did so in secret stages throughout the remainder of the barbecue, sneaking away to rub their persisting boners together in dark corners, and Kyle thought, tomorrow we'll have this great talk about what this means.

And then he ended up on his hands and knees in Stan's bed, bucking back against Stan's fingers while Stan opened him. And then there was Stan's cock, and his nervous questions. It was as if he'd sobered, physically and spiritually, as soon as he was inside Kyle. Halfway through he probably thought, what on earth?

How do I get myself into these wacky situations? But because he was such a good friend, and a good guy generally, he'd gone on with it, determined to — what, not ruin their friendship? Well, certainly it's ruined. Kyle knows he should leave. He stares at his shoes, scattered near the door, and feels like he weighs eight thousand pounds.

Stan is warm at his back, overly warm, and Kyle can't move. He likes the sound of Stan's breathing too much, and the push of Stan's stomach against the small of his back. He doesn't, deep asleep. Kyle looks at the clock. Even the numbers on the clock feel insulting. He shifts backward, remembering how good things were when it was Stan's fingers in there, before the disaster of actual fucking.

Maybe Kyle isn't gay. He's always hungered for Stan's cock, specifically wanted it in his mouth, resting regally on the welcoming pillow of his tongue, and didn't even manage that tonight. But maybe he's not gay. Maybe his mother's fierceness just made him afraid of vaginas, or something. Kyle plays with Stan's fingers, hoping to wake him, though he knows Stan is a deep sleeper.

Kyle used to sniff Stan's hair as a kid, even before he knew about or wanted sex. He'd stick his face in that soft, wild, mess of black hair and just breathe as deeply as he could, rolling away dizzily as that scent rocketed up to fuzz his brain.

He once had a habit of doing the same thing with the air conditioning vent on the floor in his bedroom, but the Stan's hair thing persisted longer. Three o'clock in the morning comes, then four. Kyle doesn't sleep, but doesn't feel quite awake.

He flexes his ass a lot, trying to decide if he feels differently. He does, a little sore and open and wet, but he's more interested in his emotional development, post-sex. He wishes that he felt accomplished, or stronger, more impenetrable — ironic, but he'd expected that, as if sex with Stan would be some protective spell, like a snake's sperm plug, keeping out rival impregnators. What a thing to think of; he rolls onto his back and sneaks a look at Stan.

Did Bebe think of that horrible Biology class video of snakes and that awful narration about sperm plugs when she was basking in post-sex bliss with Stan? Definitely not, because Bebe was not in honors Biology sophomore year. The necessity of sperm plugs to further a genetic line when seven others are lined up to savage the random creature you've just impregnated: Kyle is becoming delirious; he rolls against Stan, nudging his nose against Stan's forehead.

Stan smells slightly greasy, probably from the burgers and hot dogs. Kyle licks him, softly. Stan sleeps through it, not even sighing, limp in Kyle's arms. Kyle's thoughts become more limber and less linear, and he tries to grab hold of them like ribbons that are flapping in a strong breeze, but they evade him and slide together in ways that he's just conscious enough to know don't make sense, like Stan and a cheeseburger and Bebe being a reptile — he snaps awake!

But no, they used a condom, so Kyle won't turn into a lizard, but no, then again, they only got the condom and talked about using it, because Stan said he'd used one with Bebe or had been tested, there was some awkward dialogue that was fuzzy now, and Kyle can't get married right before college, but Stan hasn't asked, okay, he's going on a diet, starting tomorrow.

Stan wants a Bebe, and Kyle can manage a bikini if he tries hard enough. He wakes feeling like he hasn't slept, and it's unfair that he has, because it wasn't restful, just disorienting. Stan is moving, yawning, shifting Kyle toward him. Kyle is so hot, sweaty and feverish under the blankets, and he's just barely blinked his eyes open when Stan gives him a sweltering, open-mouthed kiss, licking at Kyle's tongue like it's an oyster he wants to ease out of its shell.

Stan doesn't say anything, barely opens his eyes, just plays with Kyle until he's hard and arching, twitching under Stan's lazy hand. Kyle is tired, so confused, but his hand is in Stan's hair, holding on hard. They're both too hot to press against anything, particularly each other's sweaty bodies, but they do, Kyle's leg sliding up between Stan's.

He's hard, too, huffing into Kyle's mouth until he rolls on top of him and finds Kyle's hip, humps it. He had so many questions! He feels like he's high, though he hasn't taken drugs since he was nine and lived in San Francisco, and he doesn't remember anything about that except that Cartman claims to have saved him, which Kyle doesn't believe.

Stan saved him with his hybrid cars song, or tried to, or — Kyle doesn't remember, but this is just where he wants to be, and it's got to be too good to be true, but now that Stan is moving over him, touching him, he can't think of why.

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  1. Had he been slutty? The necessity of sperm plugs to further a genetic line when seven others are lined up to savage the random creature you've just impregnated:

  2. Kyle trusts him so much, so much that he opens his legs wide enough to look like a wanton whore, showing Stan how much he wants it, throwing his head back when Stan fingers him. They're eighteen, it's July, they're leaving for college in a month. And then there was Stan's cock, and his nervous questions.

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