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Stan was feeling green, as if he was still 9 and he’d just seen Wendy Testaburger pass by. The problem was that now Stan was 17, and the one who had just gone by was his best friend Kyle.
Stan really didn’t know how to interpret his feelings for Kyle: he sometimes thought that everything would be easier if Kyle was a girl. At the same time, he wasn’t sorry that Kyle wasn’t a girl. It was a difficult concept to explain: Stan felt like he was doing with Kyle things that you normally do with a girl, however he was so happy that he was just... Kyle. Being a boy was what made him really... him. And he wouldn’t have any other way.
It’s not that he’s gay, absolutely. But he just felt so comforted whenever Kyle spent a word for him, even the stupidest encouragement about a math test, a touch on his forehead when he said he was feeling a bit sick. Kyle coming to his house and helping him with homework, letting him play his favorite games first, even if Kyle sucked at them. All those nice little attentions made Stan feel awkward. It was a feeling that had always been there when it was about Kyle, since they were in middle school and St an had started to lose interes t in Wendy. He just figured it was because he and Wendy were so different, and he and Kyle were so alike. But now he didn’t know what to make of it. Stan, despite his popularity, had never had a girlfriend; he just wasn’t interested in meeting new people, he felt he was the happiest with just Kyle around. His father had started to notice it, too, and he tried to encourage him to get a girlfriend, just like he had done so many years ago: “You can't just hang out with your buddy, Kyle, all the time. People will think you guys are, you know, funny”.
“Funny”. What a word to describe it. Stan was not gay. He didn’t like guys, he didn’t masturbate thinking about guys. However. He wouldn’t change his life with Kyle for anything else in the world.
It all had started when they were in middle school. Their friends were starting to have their first crushes and girlfriends: Kenny, Butters, and even Cartman seemed to be interested in girls. Stan, on the other hand, had completely abandoned any thoughts of Wendy or any other girls in his class.
Stan was spending his weekend nights in Kyle’s room, playing video games, joking and talking. It happened suddenly, one particularly cold night. They were snuggling under Kyle’s duvet, when suddenly Kyle pressed his lips on his. It had been light, pure, unexpected but oh, so welcome. They spent the night kissing, trying not to make any noises that would get them caught. Stan was hungry for Kyle, he was starved. Kyle kissed him like he had been waiting a lifetime to do so. They didn’t say a word, they just kept pressing their lips to each other, when finally Kyle had licked Stan’s bottom lip. Stan just let him in, and he didn’t even know how much time they had spent like this, exploring each other’s mouths and tasting each other. Every time they came up for air they just smiled and resumed their kissing. They fell asleep facing each other, with their hands entangled. They never spoke about it.
Since then, Stan was feeling green whenever Kyle was around, he felt awkward, but in the best possible way. He couldn’t just be without Kyle, he needed him. Every sleepover hoping that what happened 4 years ago would happen again. Stan was conscious that this wasn’t normal: he was supposed to finally agree and go out with that girl who had been asking him since last year. She was cute, but she wasn’t Kyle. If Kyle was a girl, nothing would seem to matter, Stan would have no doubt. And yet, tonight he had plans to go over to Kyle’s for the night. He still hadn’t lost his hope.
It was almost midnight, they had just finished a game of COD, when Stan felt Kyle’s gaze on himself. He turned his head and he saw his friend staring at him. He was really closer than he remembered: “Stan, would you mind if I...” Stan felt Kyle’s lips press on his own in a firm yet tender way. Stan immediatly reciprocated and he opened his mouth to allow Kyle access. Kyle was hungry and desperate just like that first time: he explored every inch of Stan’s mouth. When they separated, a string of saliva hung between them. Stan resumed their kissing and pushed them onto the bed. Kyle was fast and flipped them, hovering over Stan. “Can I?” he asked. Stan didn’t even know what he was asking, but yes, Kyle could everything with him, so he answered “please...”. Kyle moaned at that, and he started kissing Stan’s neck. Stan was invested by a wave of pleasure: this was so much better than he remembered. Kyle kept nibbling and licking at his skin, licking a long stripe from the base of his neck to his ear, making him moan louder. Stan sat up and put Kyle in his lap, kissing him sloppily and taking off his shirt in the process. Stan started licking from Kyle’s neck to his nipples: Kyle was squirming and grinding against him. Stan could feel his hard on pressed against his own: it was driving him wild. Stan pushed Kyle down on the bed, Kyle let him. Kyle was beautiful: disheveled, his red curls sticking out in every direction, lips red from their kisses and cheeks flushed. Stan was touching gingerly every inch of Kyle’s skin, stopping just at the edge of his pants. He kissed Kyle’s abdomen, his sides, and started licking down his happy trail, stopping when he met the waistband of his underwear. “Stan... please...” pleaded Kyle, who couldn’t take it anymore. It was just what Stan was waiting for: he took off Kyle’s pants and he let his erection spring free. He had never seen Kyle’s cock before, but he wasted no time: he started licking the head, which was already leeking pre-cum. Kyle moaned, lost in the sensation. “Kyle, I had wanted this for so long...” explained Stan, getting back to work and taking a bit more of Kyle’s cock in his mouth: he couldn’t fit the whole thing in, so he used his hand to get what he missed. Stan started bobbing up and down Kyle’s shaft, while Kyle was shamelessly moaning above him. Stan was enthusiast: the feel of Kyle’s cock in his mouth was magical, the velvety texture and the clean yet musky smell were driving him crazy. He kept on sucking untill Kyle took him by his hair and made him detatch with a wet “pop”. “What?” asked Stan “I was about to come” explained Kyle. “Oh, but you could have, I would’ve swallowed it all” Stan licked his lips, trying to go back to what he was doing. “Oh no, I want to do other things first” said Kyle with a smirk. Stan shuddered with excitement at those words. Kyle kissed him deeply and messily, tasting himself on his friend’s tongue. Kyle took off Stan’s pants as well, cupping his dick with his hand while licking and nibbling on his ear. Stan moaned and thought he could’ve come right there and then: he had dreamed of Kyle’s hand so much, so many times. Kyle stopped and put two of his fingers into Stan’s mouth, who started sucking and coating them with saliva. Stan’s eyes widened when Kyle put out his fingers from Stan’s mouth and directed them at his entrance: Stan was used to fingering himself while alone in his room, but Kyle’s fingers felt so much better. Kyle gently circled his hole while Stan moaned “deeper, Kyle, please, I can take it”. Kyle insterted one finger first and started pumping slowly, but for Stan it soon wasn’t enough: “ah... more...” Kyle added another finger and scissored them inside Stan, who was moaning louder with every thrust. Suddenly Kyle crooked his fingers inside Stan, making him scream in pleasure “OH MY GOD KYLE YES KEEP DOING THAT” Kyle smiled and kept hitting Stan’s sweet spot over and over, while jerking him off with the other hand, until finally Stan spilled his load onto his stomach and onto Kyle’s hand. When Stan came out of his bliss, he noticed Kyle hadn’t come yet: “Kyle... wait, let me...”. It only took a few strokes on Kyle’s dick for him to come, completely spent and moaning Stan’s name in an endless loop.
Stan didn’t mind at all.