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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Kyle_Broflovski/Stan_Marsh
  Character:
      Kyle_Broflovski, Stan_Marsh
  Additional Tags:
      Kyle's_booty_and_hair_are_everything, SPOILER_ALERT:_Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-05 Words: 5599
****** you know nothing, stan marsh. ******
by Incertitude
Summary
     Kyle and Stan find that they obviously have feelings for each other
     and it's pretty canon that Kyle has a phat booty and awesome hair.
     a glimpse:
     --
     “You,” Stan spoke so surely, “are the most beautiful person I have
     ever seen,” his thumb ran under Kyle’s eye making the redhead wink,
     “I’ve wanted you for so long I thought I’d die if I couldn’t ever
     have you.”
     --
Notes
     why is it whenever i write a south park fic it always ends up longer
     than i intended, I was aiming for like 2000ish words but nah, i have
     too much fun writing this--throw my body in the /T R A S H/
     ALSO A TRIGGER WARNING FOR----- rape mention (no actual rape just a
     mention of the word)
See the end of the work for more notes
It wasn’t unknown that Kyle had an exceptionally plump behind; Kyle was
oblivious for a long time until the day Kenny unexpectedly grabbed his butt and
jiggled it saying that was the kind of ass he looked for in a partner—after
that Kyle was definitely shocked.
Years later he gawked at himself in his mirror while wearing boxer briefs that
his ass was currently eating, “shit,” he was peering over his shoulder, he slid
a finger underneath the underwear hem to pull it down over his fat cheeks
watching it squeeze his butt tightly, he turned to the side finally seeing how
round it stood out, “dammit,” he really thought it was the normal butt size for
boys, however when he purposely looked at Stan’s ass when he was changing he
saw it certainly wasn’t the standard size for other boys.
“Bubbeh!” his mom called from downstairs, “we better go soon or you’ll be
late!”
Kyle jerked at the shout, shaken to reality, hurriedly he pulled on a pair of
faded skinny jeans, it fit snuggly against his ass and legs remarkably, a rip
on his right knee from when he fell down a couple months earlier, after tugging
on a plain baseball tee he went to his mirror getting a rat tail comb using the
end to carefully part his curls so he’d have a left side part, his red curls
extra bouncy today and still damp from his morning shower. It took him a long
time to stop wearing his hat but it was a hot day since it was the inklings of
summer and the end of the school year also he grew to love his hair.
He snatched his backpack on his way downstairs to where his mom was looking
through her little purse, “ready to go?” Sheila asked as she got out her car
keys.
“Yes,” he pushed his feet in his slightly worn out shoes then stepped outside
with his mom shutting the door behind himself.
//
It only took 7 minutes to pull up at the school but still beat walking, “bye,
mom,” Kyle pecked her cheek quickly then climbed out of the car pulling the
strap of his bag over his shoulder.
Stan was sitting on the grass playing on his phone, his hair looked soft and
his bangs looked choppy and messy over his forehead, his knees bent with his
legs spread apart, his elbows were resting on his knees as he frowned at his
phone, “fuck,” he tapped his thumbs across the screen faster.
Kyle walked over to him, “what are you doing?”
Stan looked up while locking his phone, “I was just playing a shitty game, when
did you get here?”
“A minute ago, my mom just dropped me off,” Kyle tossed his bag and sat in
front of Stan, "did Cartman and Kenny get here?”
Stan dropped his phone on the grass before leaning back on his hands, he
straightened out his legs on either sides of Kyle keeping the redhead between
his legs; it was comforting mentally and physically.
“Yeah, but Cartman didn’t see me and Kenny bee lined it to Butters,” he huffed
a sigh clearly not bothered by their neglect.
Kyle patted Stan’s knee suddenly marvelling at how much he’s grown, sure Kyle
has grown too but Stan earnestly went into football and body training despite
having asthma while Kyle just kept his grades high for better college choices
and more careers to pick from.
“Well ain’t it the delicate jock and his Jew girlfriend,” Cartman blocked them
from the sun.
Kyle knew he pale skin was going to glow red, either from frustration or
embarrassment, maybe both—that was until Kenny came up at Cartman’s side body
slamming the larger boy into the grass.
“Ay!!” Cartman rolled onto his back after landing on his hands and knees
sloppily, “Kenny!”
“Cool it with the slurs fatman,” Kenny replied coolly, his hair has grown out
and was pulled back into a little ponytail, some shorter hairs falling around
his face.
“Says the person who just body shamed me,” Cartman laid down in the grass like
a starfish not planning on getting up any time soon.
“Hey, I love every body type,” he said proudly.
By then Kyle had scooted away from Stan still shy from Cartman calling him
Stan’s girlfriend, he then grinned knowingly to himself when he saw Butters
come up behind Kenny with an armful of canned iced teas that the new cafeteria
worker would give to him after hearing about what he went through with his
family, “whose body do you love the most?” Butters’ raised an accusing eyebrow
from behind the freckled male.
“Leo’s obviously, his body is just… mm,” he nodded as his hands groped the air
then his eyes went wide as he spun around looking down at Butters with
surprise.
“Good answer,” Butters took a can pressing it against Kenny’s chest. Butters
had an undercut with a mop of tousled hair on his head with cute messy bangs;
he got out of his abusive home and stayed with the McCormick’s the past few
years.
Kyle watched as Butters went around handing out the iced teas after giving
Kenny a chaste kiss too embarrassed to do anything further, Kyle more or less
looked at Butters’ butt, it looked very cute and perky, round too however
Kyle’s butt was still larger, he sighed and observed as Cartman groaned after a
can landed on his defenceless stomach, when Stan got his can Butters smiled
down at Kyle holding his can out.
“Thanks,” Kyle took the drink and crossed his legs.
“Not a problem,” Butters was about to sit down but was unwillingly tugged to
sit on Kenny’s lap, “Kenny!” He tried to wiggle out of Kenny’s tight hold.
Kyle couldn’t help the laugh that came out, those two were unexpectedly
endearing, as he opened his drink he by chance looked at Stan who was openly
staring.
“What?” Kyle lowered his drink feeling self-conscious about sipping from his
can now.
“Nothing,” Stan averted his eyes to Cartman who managed to sit up and join a
conversation Kenny and Butters were having.
“It’s obviously something,” Kyle breathed.
“Uh, can I sleep over at your house tonight?” Stan asked, “or you can sleep
over at mine?”
Kyle jittered his knee a little, “I can sleep over at your house. Ike is always
nosey when you come over.”
Stan shrugged casually acting cool, “he just looks up to me since I’m so
awesome and way cooler than his brother.”
Kyle chuckled, “whatever,” he reached over to hit Stan’s shoulder but the jock
dodged it easily.
When the bell rang as a warning for them to get to class immediately Kyle stood
up and dusted the grass off his behind, “did I get it all?” Kyle turned his
backside to Stan.
“Yeah,” the taller picked off a couple clingy grasses from his thighs before
Kyle retrieved his tea from the ground.
“Yeesh Kyle, you don’t need to wave your fat ass at Stan in front of us,”
Cartman scoffed as he stood up not caring about the grass that clung to him.
Kyle felt his face instantly flush as he spun around, “shut up!”
Stan looked concerned at the sudden argument.
“Yeah man,” Kenny thankfully chimed in while sliding a finger in a belt loop on
Butters’ jeans to keep the blond from running away, “you keep commenting on
Kyle, maybe you’re just mad that you can’t get Kyle’s ass,” he grinned
mischievously when Cartman reddened and sputtered a curse at Kenny before
walking ahead abandoning them all.
“Please give me your shirt,” Kyle whispered at Stan while tugging at the plaid
shirt Stan wore loosely over his black tee.
“Kyle, don’t mind Cartman, he’s always a dick.”
“Stanley,” Kyle enforced, his voice thick with discomfort.
Stan nodded then shrugged off his blue plaid shirt handing it over to the
redhead, Kyle made Stan hold his tea then hastily took the shirt and tied the
sleeves around his hips, he could still feel the warmth in the fabric from
Stan’s body heat, “thank you,” Kyle murmured as he took his drink back.
“No problem, let’s go to class now,” Stan smiled as he handed Kyle his back
pack already getting his own on.
Kyle glanced at Stan’s muscled arms slightly regretting stealing his shirt, a
lot of girls already stared at him enough already, it was irritating for some
reason to see these girls clearly stare at Stan stroking his sensitive ego.
Their morning was consisted of Stan and Kyle pushing their desks together to
‘work’ on a project, Kyle did most of the work while Stan doodled on the edges
of the paper while occasionally putting his input in on the project then talked
about humorous stories that would amuse Kyle. They had lunch out at the school
field on the bleachers keeping to themselves; they didn’t have the last two
classes together because Kyle had advanced studies while Stan had physical
education.
After the last bell an exhausted Kyle waited by the front steps for Stan, he
knew Stan showered after training except this time he didn’t, “hey,” a voice
called behind him unexpectedly, Kyle turned around seeing a sweaty Stan smiling
at him.
“Hey,” Kyle said a little dumbfounded, “I thought you were showering,” he
adjusted the straps of his bag.
“I can shower at home,” he shrugged, “let’s go.”
“Well, okay then,” Kyle tittered a little as they started to walk toward Stan’s
place. Most people smelled bad when they were sweaty but when the breeze
carried Stan’s scent into Kyle’s face it was musky, a good kind of musky, maybe
his deodorant melted into his skin or something.
When they got into Stan’s room the jock dropped his things in the corner of his
room carelessly, “I’m gonna shower so be right back.”
“Alright,” Kyle crossed his legs as he sat at the top of Stan’s bed at his pile
of wrinkled pillows, the redhead watched at Stan sauntered out of the room
making his way to the bathroom. When Kyle heard the distance noise of water
running he pulled out his phone texting his dad saying he was sleeping at
Stan’s house for the night.
When his dad texted back his consent Kyle just sighed with relief as he lied
down on his back finally able to relax, he didn’t know he dozed off until Stan
grabbed his lower thigh and shook him bravely, “whoa,” Kyle inhaled as he
opened his eyes looking up at Stan.
The jock had damp hair and was clearly almost naked if not for the towel
wrapped around his hips, Kyle dopily looked down taking in Stan’s strong
stomach, he wasn’t the all defined muscle kind of fit, he was a chubby muscle
kind of person who was still sturdy with strength, adorable overall.
“Sorry,” Stan smiled a little as he made his way across his room to search
through his dresser.
“It’s—it’s fine,” Kyle sat up and fixed his hair a little fully knowing his
curls were still springy as ever, he timidly watched as Stan pulled on a pair
of boxer briefs letting his towel fall allowing the redhead have a glimpse of
his butt seemingly not on purpose.
“Want pyjamas now?” Stan ruffled his hair a little sending little droplets
everywhere.
“Yeah,” Kyle got off the bed untying the plaid shirt still around his hips, he
was reluctant to remove it but nonetheless he tossed it aside with remorse.
“Here,” Stan tossed a bundle of clothes at Kyle, the redhead surprised at the
strength in the throw, “my bad,” Stan realized, “I’m still in training mode.”
“That’s okay,” Kyle peeled apart the large Terrance and Phillip shirt and red
cotton shorts, “how was training today anyways?”
Stan pulled a shirt on and ran his fingers through his hair again, “it was
actually pretty fun today, usually it’s really tough but the coach finally let
us have an easy flow,” he went to the bed getting his laptop transferring it to
his desk, “wanna play a game?” he searched for the PS4 controllers and TV
remote.
“GTA 5?” Kyle recommended as he quickly tore his shirt off replacing it with
Stan’s Terrance and Phillip shirt, when Stan started to rifle through his stack
of games Kyle pushed down his jeans with great strain, when the jeans got stuck
on his ankles it ultimately lead to his fatality—with a wail Kyle tumbled
forward, his hands still tangled in his jeans as he landed on his knees, his
face luckily landing in some laundry but his ass stuck right into the air while
the loose shirt slid down to his chest.
The silence in the air was suffocating; Kyle was wide eyed as he stared at a
forgotten gum wrapper under Stan’s TV stand, with a sharp inhale Kyle sat up
with magnificent speed nearly hitting his head against a kneeling Stan’s face.
“Whoa!” they both yelped then stared at each other.
“Um,” Kyle gulped as heat filled his face.
“Are you alright, man?” Stan asked quietly, his hands were reached out
seemingly stuck.
“Y-yes,” Kyle pressed his thighs together as he shoved the hem of the shirt
down.
“I’ll go get us… something to drink,” Stan looked a bit pink in the face, “let
me help you up first—“
“No!” Kyle cut in, “I’ll get up on my own,” he stubbornly declared, he already
felt his pride melt away with that clumsy move.
Stan understood what Kyle felt and left the room without any more fuss, Kyle
breathed more deeply as stared down at his pale thighs, “fuck,” he moved back
onto his bum as he angrily shoved his jeans away, after getting on the red
shorts he crawled toward Stan’s messy game pile looking at the case covers
before finding a game that interested him, he scooted to Stan’s PS4 turning it
on and taking out the DVD that was in it and nudging in the Gang Beasts disc.
Kyle just turned the TV on as Stan stepped into the room with a can of Dr.
Pepper and a can of Sprite, “did you already pick a game?”
Kyle stood up, “yeah, I didn’t know you had Gang Beasts, I haven’t played it
yet so you’ll have to show me,” he took the can of Sprite when Stan held it
out.
“We can play the tutorial, you’ll get the hang of it,” Stan shut the door with
a single shove then went to the bed with Kyle settling down comfortably, “I
called my parents, they said they’ll bring pizza home for dinner.”
“Sweet,” Kyle noted, he expected to continue feeling awkward about having his
butt jiggle in the air clear for Stan’s gaze earlier however Stan seemed really
calm about everything.
They sipped at their drinks while messing around on the tutorial, it was mostly
Kyle toppling over the edge, accidentally grabbing onto Stan and flinging him
over the edge, or accidentally grabbing onto Stan making them both fail
miserably.
When they went into the actual game it was pretty much the same, Kyle chasing
Stan down to clutch onto him or vice versa, anything they did made the boys
laugh and push at each other physically in order to throw the other off their
groove, when they stopped for a break Kyle was left puffing for air with a hand
over his aching stomach.
“Shit,” Stan chuckled more as he fell into the pillows, “that was way better
than playing alone.”
“Really?” Kyle could swear his face was splitting from his smile, when he
looked at Stan he discovered once again that the black haired male was staring
at him; his pale blue eyes seemed really serene, “what?” Kyle whispered, it
felt like he was intruding on a private moment.
“Kyle, I—“
The sound of the door opening and shuffling feet made them both tense a little,
“boys! We’re home and we got pizza!” Stan’s mom called cheerfully.
“Al-alright!” Stan called back as he quickly hopped off the bed, “be right
back,” and with that the jock left the room to greet his parents.
Kyle covered his face with his hands and fell back into the bed, it was insane
how fast his heart was beating inside his chest, what was even happening?
While Stan was away Kyle just ran around in the game often dragging Stan’s
character wherever he went, “what should I do?” Kyle muttered to himself, he
was gay, it was a fact but he excluded his friends as potential partners. What
about Stan? Stan is his super best friend, besides Stan is straight, at least
to Kyle’s knowledge, he just broke up with Wendy during grade 10 and hasn’t
dated anyone since.
Kyle felt his brain fry as he analyzed anything and everything, “augh,” he
flung their characters in front of the train when Stan opened the door juggling
two plates.
“Did you just kill us?” Stan laughed as he shut the door with his foot, “my
parents say hi, they know we’re going to be holed up here for the night doing
‘boy things’, whatever that means,” Kyle took the two plates when Stan gave
them.
Stan went over to the DVD stack he had, “what should we watch?”
“Game of Thrones.”
“What season?”
“Two,” Kyle set the plates of mouth-watering cheese and pepperoni pizza down
beside him observing as Stan pulled out the season two case popping the case
open switching out the Gang Beasts game with a Game of Thrones disc.
They two settled down eating their pizza as they watched the show, they
finished their pizza within the first episode they watched, by the third
episode Kyle had gotten up turning on the tall lamp in Stan’s room before
turning off the main light, “is it okay if we lie down?” Kyle asked, Stan was
already straightening out his blankets and positioning the pillows, Stan lied
on his side with his back to the wall leaving a space open for Kyle.
The redhead crawled under the blankets flopping down on his side with his back
to Stan, this was normal for them so Kyle really didn’t mind too much, he
tugged the blankets more over him as he stared at the TV, “can you still see?”
Kyle questioned, he should probably start using hair pins.
“Yeah, I can,” Stan’s voice was softer and lower than expected, that certainly
threw the older boy off.
Kyle held his breath when his butt hit Stan as he tried to get comfier,
“sorry,” he squeaked.
Stan shifted, “no problem.”
After that they didn’t talk too much, Kyle’s body grew heavier with sleepiness
as he stared at the screen as Jon Snow took the show again, ironically Stan
asked an important question, “who’s your favourite character?”
“Jon Snow,” Kyle answered softly, he didn’t need to think about it.
“Why?”
There’s no way Kyle will say it’s because Jon reminds him of Stan, rookie move,
“he’s just very likable… and adorably hot.”
“Ah,” Stan hummed, maybe forgetting that his super best friend came out as gay
a year ago.
“What about yours?”
“Ygritte,” Stan shifted again.
“Why?”
“Because she reminds me of you,” Stan replied with a casually firm tone.
Kyle’s face reddened almost instantly. Shit, what the fuck? He could just
scream right about now, “me?” he regrettably squeaked out carrying on the
conversation.
“She’s a spitfire, like you,” the jock had the audacity to snicker.
“No comment,” Kyle mumbled into the blanket he pulled to his face, they were
both redheads and certainly had bold and fierce emotions—it felt like a
compliment.
Kyle felt like he was glowing as Stan got up to change over the discs when Kyle
wouldn’t budge when Stan asked him to change the discs, Kyle’s eyes were closed
as Stan settled back in behind him, the opening theme was like a lull to him as
he sunk more into Stan’s comfy bed.
“Kyle?” Stan whispered and Kyle couldn’t find energy to respond, the redhead
was sleepy but still awake holding onto consciousness.
Which is why his chest stalled as Stan pressed his body closer, Kyle didn’t
know what to do when Stan nosed against his curls while he pressed his boner
against the redheads’ ass. Holy shit, Kyle couldn’t find his breath as Stan
started to grind against his ass while huffing into his hair discreetly, was he
smelling it?
Kyle has been known to be a pretty heavy sleeper however he hasn’t even fallen
asleep yet in this case; he was wide awake now though. A shock of pleasure
clapped through his body when Stan moaned near Kyle’s ear while a strong hold
gripped the redhead’s hip as the jock rocked into him repeatedly, he could feel
the thick outline of Stan’s cock through the thin fabrics of their shorts and
Kyle boxer briefs.
Just when Kyle thought he couldn’t get more surprised, Stan stopped moving,
much to Kyle’s displeasure, and unexpectedly shoved down the front of his
boxers letting his cock spring free. The redhead was wide eyed staring at the
ending credits an episode before it was opening to the next episode, Kyle had
to hold back his own moan when Stan grabbed one of his fatty cheeks squeezing
it gently through the shorts still careful not to ‘wake’ him.
Kyle was at his breaking point when Stan pressed his fingers between Kyle’s
cheeks pressing against his now twitching hole, when Stan rubbed it Kyle
finally exhaled a pleasure sigh, “St-Stan,” he relaxed his body as Stan froze
and pulled back straightaway.
“Kyle,” Stan sounded horrified.
“Stan?” Kyle shuffled around until he rolled over, he sat up ultimately and
lazily pushed around his curls already knowing they don’t do what they’re told,
they do what they want. Kyle took in Stan’s appearance; red faced, messy hair,
and an erection that was newly hidden back into thin boxers.
“Shit, I’m sorry Kyle, I thought you were—never mind,” his gaze was all over
the place.
“Is raping my sleeping body better than me being awake and wanting your
advances?”
“What?” Stan’s wide gaze finally locked with Kyle’s, the jock sounded stunned
and hopeful.
Kyle felt cocky as his turn to use the infamous line arise, “you know nothing,
Stan Marsh,” his voice carried an accent very well. Kyle muffled Stan’s swear
with his mouth as he pushed himself on top of Stan meshing their warm lips
together, it was like breathing in fresh winter air for the first time when
they kissed—breathtaking.
It took no more than a minute for them to start acting like hungry animals,
Stan’s hands were on Kyle’s ass squishing his cheeks and purposely jiggling
them in his palms clearly having the time of his life, and Kyle ground down
against Stan’s erection moaning lowly into the kiss. They had to stay mindful
that the Marsh parents were only in their room down the hall a little ways and
Shelly was away at college so they didn’t need to stay too hushed.
Stan ran his wide hands up the length of Kyle’s body tugging along the Terrance
and Phillip shirt successfully getting it off Kyle with the price of ending
their mind-blowing kiss, “damn,” Stan dropped the shirt aside and slid his
fingers into Kyle’s hair now cupping Kyle’s face, they were both flushing a
pretty shade of pink, “look at you.”
Kyle could feel butterflies filling his body, he ran his hands up Stan’s arms
to gently hold his wrists making no attempts to pull them away, when Kyle’s
eyes fixated on Stan’s gaze he could feel the jocks’ cock twitch under his own
erection.
“You,” Stan spoke so surely, “are the most beautifulperson I have ever seen,”
his thumb ran under Kyle’s eye making the redhead wink, “I’ve wanted you for so
long I thought I’d die if I couldn’t ever have you.”
Goosebumps rose on Kyle’s soft skin as a shiver ran up his spine, “why didn’t
you say anything?” Kyle whispered, he just wanted Stan to fuck him into the
mattress daily and let him wear his clothes to school to say that, yes, the
popular duo Kyle and Stan are at long last together.
“I was scared of what you might think,” Stan moved around Kyle’s soft curls, “I
didn’t want you to think I was just using you to experiment.”
“Are you?”
“No!” Stan whispered loudly, alarmed that Kyle would actually think that,
“never, I’ve been in love with you forever, dude.”
Kyle could almost cry, how could he be so dumb not to realize his own feelings
he’s been hiding, he was always possessive when it came to Stan and other
people, Stan was exclusively his. They kissed again slow and passionate as Kyle
started to move his hips again, Stan’s hand sliding down Kyle’s body feeling
his bare skin, his hands moved along the curve and dip of Kyle’s back feeling
the muscles move under hot skin before dipping his hands inside Kyle’s shorts
and boxer briefs gripping chubby cheeks; his cock swelling more noticeably as
Kyle’s bum tensed a little in his hands.
The boys took this time to feel each other’s body, Kyle ran his hands under
Stan’s shirt panting harder as he felt firm distinct muscle under thick skin,
Stan’s stomach clenched a bit as Kyle’s fingers spread while languidly running
them over Stan’s torso feeling every dip of muscle he could find, it was
fucking paradise, getting frustrated with the fabric Kyle tugged off Stan’s
shirt successfully amusing the jock when he tossed it across the room.
Kyle moved down kissing a trail from Stan’s neck down his chest and torso all
the way to the waistband of his boxers, Kyle looked up at Stan smiling at him
before he drew the waistband back watching as Stan’s thick erection sprung free
slapping his underbelly.
Kyle wrapped his hand around it squeezing it a little making Stan shudder, he’s
never seen his full cock before, maybe occasional glimpses when it was flaccid
or the outline of his boner when they were younger and more reckless. Stan was
uncut, dense and had a good appealing length, Kyle gripped a little more firmly
as he started to jerk his hand watching as the foreskin peeled back then went
back up, it was amazing seeing Stan throw his head back into the pillows and
grunt pleasurably.
Kyle saw pre slip out of the fat head then leaned forward licking it up, the
jock moved his legs a bit, “you don’t need to do that,” Stan cut in with a
strained voice as he propped himself up onto his elbows.
Kyle paused then lowered his head while relaxing his throat, his lips stretched
around Stan’s leaking dick taking nearly all of it in making Stan’s thighs
tense and hips tremble, Kyle knew Stan wanted to fuck his head but Kyle held
his hips down as he started to bob his head unintentionally making little wet
and slurping noises as he dribbled on Stan’s cock. Kyle watched a fair share of
gay porn to already get the hang of breathing and sucking making Stan ache with
pleasure.
When Kyle pulled off and licked his lips he fisted Stan’s saliva wet cock
running his thumb over the spongey head, “s-stop,” Stan sighed, “I’m going to
come if you do anything else.”
Kyle was happy that he could make Stan feel this way, when the redhead sat back
onto his feet he realized that he was painfully hard in his underwear, a wet
patch already spreading along the front.
“Lube?” Kyle asked as he got off the bed pushing his shorts and boxer briefs
down nudging them away with his feet.
Stan was openly gazing at Kyle as he stood, “uh, I’ll get it,” he strode to his
dresser with his wet cock bobbing, he dug around in his underwear drawer
pulling out a bottle of lubricant, when he came back Kyle was sitting on the
center of the bed, “what are you most comfortable… doing?” he couldn’t even
hide his happiness.
Kyle knew Stan wouldn’t leave his butt alone so he moved onto his elbows and
knees arching his back for Stan, he could hear his friend now boyfriend gulp at
the sight, Kyle grabbed one of their shirts laying it out already foreseeing
how messy they’ll get.
Kyle bit his lip when Stan settled in behind him, he had a dildo hidden in his
own room so his asshole was accustomed to these kinds of activities, he shut
his eyes when Stan rubbed a generous amount of lube between his fat cheeks
massaging it around his hole, it felt ridiculously amazing feeling curious
caresses and slow stretching when Stan pushed a finger inside quickly adding a
second one.
Kyle couldn’t hold himself back as he discreetly moved his hips back onto
Stan’s fingers when they pet a sensitive area inside him, “oh, fuck, Stan,”
Kyle whined lowering his forehead against the plush pillows, “please hurry.”
Stan groaned back in respond almost seeming like he was the one receiving
pleasure, “I-I need to stretch you more,” he sounded tense with arousal as he
slipped in a third finger with added lube.
“Please, no,” Kyle begged, “my ass already fucking wants your dick, I’ve
already grown used to having things up my ass,” he panted.
“Really?” Stan sounded crushed.
Kyle whimpered, “I haven’t been with anyone… I-I have a dildo,” he blushed.
Stan exhaled showing shaky relief, “are you sure?” Stan asked as his fingers
pushed deeper causing Kyle’s thighs to quiver.
“Stanley.”
“Kyle,” Stan husked as he pulled his fingers out spilling lube onto his bare
cock.
Kyle’s body trembled at the thick voice of his childhood friend, his voice
coming out in little whines when Stan moved closer behind him, Stan grabbed on
fat cheek pulling it aside as he pressed the dense tip of his cock against
Kyle’s slicked up hole.
Stan gripped Kyle’s ass harder when the tip of his dick pushed past the tight
ring of Kyle’s asshole, Kyle braced himself when he felt Stan’s both hands on
his hips, Stan thrusted all of himself inside groaning against Kyle’s back
while the redhead let out a strangled moan into Stan’s pillow, his dick leaking
pre onto the shirt below them,
“Kyle, Kyle,” Stan panted, his hands moving all over Kyle’s body groping his
sensitive skin, the jock leaned back after a minute and gazed down at Kyle’s
notorious fat ass with Stan’s swollen cock disappearing into his hole. Stan
started to thrust going deep and hard enchanted by the sight of chubby cheeks
bouncing and rippling when they met Stan’s hips.
Kyle wanted so badly to cry out with abandon but he just bit his lip keeping
his noises inside his throat as he started to move his body forward when Stan
moved back then propelled himself backwards to meet Stan’s thrust loving the
shape of him inside, this was so much better than using a dildo alone in his
room.
“You feel so,” Stan’s voice came out strangled, “sogood,” one of his hands ran
up Kyle’s spine to grip the back of his neck going with the movements of their
bodies producing waves of pleasure through each other, unlocking pleasure in
each other, they were just meant to be.
When Stan became rougher with his thrusts Kyle’s dick bobbed rapidly pouring
pre come onto the shirt beneath him, his ass clenched around Stan’s dick making
the younger males’ hips stutter violently, “mm,” he huffed, “I’m going to come,
shit, shit,” he was desperate for this to last longer, they were still teens
although so they’d be ready for another round in no time at all.
Kyle reached back grabbing Stan’s hand leading it to his fit to burst cock,
“not before me,” he exhaled with a husky voice.
“Never,” Stan laughed ruggedly then started to work his hand sloppily fisting
Kyle’s cock making the redhead quake more harshly coming undone with pleasure.
After a few more thrusts Kyle was spilling into Stan’s hand and onto the laid
out shirt, Kyle’s panting sounded really erotic to Stan, the jock kissed Kyle’s
neck while his heavy thrusting became erratic, everything was so intense—the
unbelievably tightness of Kyle during orgasm, the fatty ass and thighs that
rippled upon impact, Kyle’s needy whines and encouragements.
With furrowed brows Stan spilled himself inside of Kyle, his thighs tensing.
“Are you okay?” Stan asked as he pet Kyle’s hair back checking on him.
Kyle felt completely mindless, “mm-hm, yes,” he murmured turning his head
receiving a loving kiss from Stan.
//
In a span of 15 minutes Kyle snuck to the bathroom quickly cleaning himself
which was a very sensitive process, Stan turned off the TV and fixed the bed,
when Kyle came back they turned off the lamp and cuddled together with Kyle
curled against Stan’s broad chest.
“How are you feeling?” Stan whispered into Kyle’s curls.
Kyle was tranquil, Stan had an arm over his side with a hand on his tummy,
Kyle’s arm overlapping Stan’s, “I feel… like I’m everything.”
“You’re my everything,” Stan confirmed his feelings, his thumb caressing Kyle’s
torso.
“Yeah…?” Kyle grinned.
“My handsome, soft Jew" Stan says in humorous tone "fresh and beautiful.”
Kyle snorts a laugh, “oh my god, shut the fuck up,” he laughs a little harder
as Stan hugs him a little harder joining Kyle’s contagious laughter.
End Notes
     I'm so helplessly into South Park, any pairings I should do next?
     i could probably even write a game of thrones au with kyle as a
     wildling and with stan as a member of the night's watch ((but i
     probably just used my golden title on this fic soo))
     ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
     erosuuki.tumblr.com
     [[i'll be coming back soon to extend the sex scene and edit]]
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