PaperclipKiller: Hello again, I've seen that like, ten people have commented on Coming Out and well, they seemed to like it. I've had lots of requests about wanting them to make out and such so I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to go about this....
Kyle: How about you don't?
PaperclipKiller: Puh-lease! Like I would listen to you!
Kyle: You should, like I said, I'm not gay.
PaperclipKiller: Oh, you silly little red-head you! Your so cute when you deny your sexuality!
Kyle: I'm not gay!
PaperclipKiller: Uh-huh, totally paying attention over here. Besides all that! Here's the new chapter to Coming Out!
Stan couldn't believe how fast the night had went. After Kyle had confessed his deepest, darkest feelings to his best friend--him--they both had settled down to watch Saw V, then play Halo 2, and finally go to shots of Captain Morgan, Jack Danial's, and finally Grey Goose. At that point Kyle was drunk and Stan, who could barely walk and make an audible sentence was carrying his lightweight of a friend up the stairs, Kyle, who was limply holding onto Stan's shoulders.
Stan grunted lightly as he finally was able to drop Kyle's ass onto his bed. The redhead giggled lightly and smiled. "You know your--" he stopped for a second, obviously confused at his own words. "Your really fuckin' cute..." Kyle gripped loosely onto Stan's sleeve, smiling stupidly at what he had just said.
Stan leaned over and turned on the desk lamp next to Kyle's bed.
Stan sighed. He figured that after years and years of drinking that Kyle would be able to hold his liquor a little better than he did when he was like, ten. Nope, he was still Kyle. He was still the same light-weighted, tipping over, tripping over his own feet and throwing up on his front lawn Kyle. He never really did change much but that was a good thing. He was the cutest one out of the gang--soft faced, big eyed, wild haired, and really polite. He did well for himself but he never had a girlfriend! It pissed Stan off sometimes that the boy didn't have balls for girls but than again it made him happy. Stan knew that Kyle would never stray, never think of someone else, and never loose his virginity.
Stan growled. He remembered the time Kenny had joked about fucking Kyle and Stan had flipped a lid. It took Cartman, Tweek, and Craig to hold Stan back. Kenny still got a black eye, Stan got punished from Kyle for being reckless, and all of them were still friends. Oh well.
"Hey," Kyle's voice called. Stan looked down at him, straying from his thoughts back to reality. Stan didn't really know what was going on till his lips were warm. He looked down to see Kyle's face up close and personal, every freckle and eyelash across the upper part of his head right down to a huge mass of wine colored red hair. Stan was being kissed by a man!
Stan's eyes widened but he pulled back or push Kyle away. He felt his face get really hot as he felt Kyle's tongue run across his lower lip and Stan couldn't take it anymore. He pulled away, slowly, after a few kisses and looked down at Kyle.
Kyle was red faced, eyes barely open and glazed over, an his lips were wet. His mouth was open too, exposing his pink tongue and white teeth. Stan blushed. Kyle was gay--Stan was, well, he loved everyone and everything but mostly his friends. So was he gay? He didn't know. He had had a girlfriend, mostly Wendy on and off, but none of them had gone too well. So, what was he? Gay? Straight? Bi? He never really thought about it.
He was drunk too so whatever was going inside his head at the current moment wasn't as great as it could be. He had to say something to Kyle though. "Kyle, you're drunk," he said finally, "you should go to bed and get better."
"I don't want to," Kyle said before crushing Stan again under the small amount of weight he had.
Stan didn't protest or throw the other off but he was scared. He had never experimented with men even though he found them attractive on good days. He had never thought of getting into their pants or looking at their body when he went to football or soccer practice. But Kyle was different. He wasn't sexy, he was cute. He wasn't big and buff like most men in high school either--he was tiny, weak, and fragile. He hadn't been gifted with height either. He could protect himself but that was about it. Plus, he could never do anything besides run in football--if he got tackled it was all over.
But Stan didn't mind Kyle being the way he was. He liked Kyle for who he was. He found Kyle cute the way he looked. So what if he experimented with his best friend? So what.
Stan took Kyle's hair into his right hand and pulled back hard enough to make Kyle follow and lay beneath Stan. It was a small bed and Stan didn't need Kyle falling off the thing during this whole affair.
He kissed down Kyle's neck, teasing the pale skin under his chin and down to his collar bone. The Jew moaned a lot, louder than Stan had imagined too. Was he good or was it because they were drunk? Stan didn't know and really didn't care to figure the difference. Stan continued, down and over the other boys shoulder before going back up again to silence Kyle with a kiss.
Kyle moaned again, his lips vibrating against Stan's and when Stan pulled away Kyle took a deep breath. "I want you to--" Kyle didn't get to finish because he was cut off when Stan bit his neck. He hissed but didn't protest then let his head fall onto pillow behind him.
Stan liked it that way. No demands, no questions, nothing but feeling. He smiled and continued without stopping, kissing and nipping, making hickeys left and right. Kyle moaned and groaned, writhed a little, gripped Stan's shoulders, and every now and then pressed his hips up. Time to move on...Stan thought even though his mind was fuzzy.
His hands fumbled downward and pressed his palm into Kyle's crouch. Instantly Kyle let out a long groan and bit his lip to stop it, eyes screwed shut. Bingo. Stan ground his hand into the boys package and squeezed a little to let Kyle know he was moving lower. Kyle didn't protest and Stan didn't stop, simple as that. Soon, Kyle's shirt was gone and in a blur so was Stan's and Stan was grinding his hips into Kyle's. Hard.
Kyle's short fingernails dug deep into Stan's skin deep and Kyle moaned into Stan's ear. "Stan! Stan! Oh God!"
Stan grunted, biting his lip. His stomach muscles hurt because of the tense motion that grinding into Kyle caused but he didn't stop. It felt too good to let go and Stan didn't want to stop. And, the way Kyle was moaning told Stan he didn't want to either.
"Stan, please! Please---uh!" Kyle bit into Stan's neck to stop himself from moaning and Stan groaned, gripping him closer to his body. Kyle felt crushed and hot. His body was weak and shaky, eager he would guess. There was pain--a wanting pain, a need for something that he couldn't quite pinpoint.
Just then Stan's hand gripped Kyle's hardened member. "Stan!" Kyle screamed. His body arched and his fingernails dug deeper into Stan's shoulder-blades.
"Kyle, calm down..." Stan whispered in Kyle's ear. His hand began to move, a slow rough motion at first that pulled and tugged in all the wrong way but sweat and tension built and finally it was smooth. Oh, it was smooth. Stan's rough calloused hands moved over the boy beneath him and caused heavenly sounds to come from him as well. Kyle was wreathing; his cheeks red, his eyes closed, mouth open wide and sweating. He was gripping the sheets too. When he grabbed the bed, Stan didn't remember.
"You look hot like this," whispered Stan as he looked into Kyle's big, blue eyes.
Kyle blushed. "Don't--ah!--say--uh!--Oh God!" Kyle didn't finish because he whipped his head back only to bring it up weakly and look down at himself being handled by his best friend. "Stan...Stan...Oh Stan!"
Stan worked faster, his other hand poking fingers up against the other boys entrance. That only made Kyle moan louder and he seemed to like it a lot because his cheeks turned a bright, deep red. It almost matched his hair. Stan chuckled but kept working, he couldn't get distracted.
"I'm gonna--!" Kyle arched his back higher off the bed and bucked his hips up into Stan's hands. He couldn't wait, he need release. Kyle couldn't believe what was going on--he was being jacked off by his best friend and he was going to cum in like, two seconds. "Uh! God Stan!"
Stan recognized this motion instantly. He'd jacked off before and when Kyle began to pulse and stiffen up in his hands Stan moved quicker. The Jew moaned louder and louder, hips moving in time with Stan's quick, messy strokes. "Stan I'm gonna--!"
Stan leaned forward and caught Kyle's mouth to stop him from moaning too loud. Stan crushed the other boy under his weight when Kyle came, the other boys seed spewing all over Stan's bare stomach. It wasn't nasty or anything, neither of them really knew what was going on but it was nice enough. They were warm, happy, and drunk. What else could be better? Stan pulled back and smiled, "You like that?"
Kyle looked at him, eyes half open and nodded. "Yeah..." He was smiling too. Stan smiled too. God, he felt great right now. "I got you dirty, huh?"
Stan shrugged lazily. "Yeah, but it's no problem," he said.
Kyle shook his head. "It's not okay. I got you dirty and you made me do this..." He pointed to the scene around them. "I owe you."
"You owe me?"
Kyle nodded, smiling drunkenly.
Stan's back hit the bed a moment later, a massive weight sitting on his erection through his pants. He looked up slowly to see Kyle sitting on him, completely naked, and his stomach covered in some of his cum. Kyle almost looked evil when he leaned down slowly and licked up Stan's stomach, eyes looking into his. "I owe you big time..."
The next thing Stan knew the desk light was off and it was dark.
And he was alone with Kyle.
And they were both horny.
For each other.
This is gonna be a fucking great night...