A/N: This story is rated M for a reason. It contains sex, adult language, drugs, and difficult situations. With that said, please enjoy!

Chapter 1: "Well, shit…"

I'm sitting on my bed with my pants around my ankles. I feel all my stress melt away as a warm, wet mouth wraps around my dick. I lay my head back and my eyes roll into the back of my head. It feels amazing. I grunt in satisfaction.

Kyle looks so hot with his mouth around my cock. He really knows what he's doing, like it isn't the first time he's done this. I reach my hand down and tangle my fingers in his beautiful red curls. He quickens his pace and I can feel myself getting close. I can't contain myself anymore.

"Mmm…. Kyle" I moan breathily.

Suddenly he stops.

"What the fuck did you just call me?!"

My head jerks up and my eyes shoot open, pulling me back to reality. I can feel the panic on my face. I look down between my legs and see Wendy on her knees, staring up at me angrily like she's about to bite my dick off.

She stands up quickly and I can see the look on her face is serious.

"I said Wendy?" I say in a questioning tone, knowing very well I've already nailed my coffin shut.

"You just called my Kyle!"

"It was an accident, I didn't mean it, honestly, it just slipped out!" I say, pleading with her to not be upset.

"Do you love him?" She asks.

"What? No, of course not!" I say. This being the truth as far as I can tell. I do love Kyle, as a friend. He's my super best friend and yes, there is love. I love him, but I'm not IN love with him. Yet, for some reason I can't keep my perverted thoughts under control. He has been clouding my brain when I jack off, and now apparently when I'm trying to be intimate with my girlfriend. There is lust there I suppose. He is really attractive. He has broad shoulders and a slim figure, he's taller than me by about 4 inches. (I'm 5'9, he's 6'1). He has those beautiful read curls, and the nicest emerald eyes that can completely paralyze you with one look. When he takes his sweaty shirt off after gym class… I stop thinking at this point because I'm not helping myself in my current situation.

"Are you sure? Because it seems to me that he's on your mind an awful lot, even now, while I'm giving you head! Were you thinking about him? Are you gay?! Oh, my god, I knew it!" She doesn't even stop to breathe. I grab her shoulders and make her look me in the eyes.

"No Wendy, I'm not gay. If other people want to be gay, that's fine, but it's not my thing." I say.

"Stan, please don't lie to me. You know very well that I'm not stupid!" She says crossing her arms.

I stand up, tuck myself back into my boxers and pull up my pants, then sit back on the bed and look down at the floor. She takes a seat next to me and takes hold of my hand.

She takes a deep breath, then smiles. "We've only been back together for two weeks, maybe we rushed into things. I mean, yes, we've dated before but that was 5 years ago, we were only 11 years old back then. I didn't think about the fact that maybe we aren't compatible anymore, or the fact that you'd possibly like dick instead."

"I don't like dick Wendy" I sigh.

"Stan, please, be honest with me. Were you thinking about Kyle?"

I look down again. "Kind of?" I say ashamed of myself "but I have no clue why, because I know I'm not gay!"

"Honey, you just said you were thinking about a GUY while getting a blow job, that's a gay thought sweetie." She says as she rubs the back of my hand trying to be reassuring but it isn't working.

I feel like a freaking idiot. Wendy is smart, and beautiful. Any guy would kill to be with her. It's not that I don't want to be with her, because I do, but I don't think it's going to happen now due to the current conversation. She's going to leave, I know she is.

I don't know why it all of the sudden feels like I'm talking to a therapist instead of my girlfriend. I start tearing up and say, "I don't want to be gay."

She smiles, "Maybe you're not. Let's talk for a minute, do some research."

"okay…" Now I'm suddenly nervous. What does she mean 'research'?

"Tell me about Kyle." She says, studying my face.

"Well, he's my best friend. He's really smart and talented. He is Jewish and plays basketball. He is really good at computer programing, he wants to work for Sony one day!" I say, proud of my super best friend.

She smiles and nods. "What does he look like?"

"He has red hair, and is tall-" she cuts me off.

"close your eyes and imagine him in your mind, what does he look like?"

I close my eyes and picture Kyle. "Kyle has broad shoulders, he's also really tall, his chin comes to my forehead. His hair is red and curly, it's also really soft and smells… kind of nice…" I peek open an eye to look at her, she's smiling and nods for me to continue. "He has the most beautiful eyes. They are emerald with little flakes of gold sometimes. He looks me straight in the eyes when we have a conversation. His lips… well… they look really soft. He has a nice body too, when I watch him change in the locker room he is always shiny with sweat and... oooh… I see where you're going with this…" I blush in embarrassment.

"Stan! You're gay!"

I shake my head rapidly. "No, no, no, no! I'm really not gay! I don't think about guys like that! …. Just Kyle, apparently."

She smiles. "Maybe you aren't gay. There's always a possibility that you're just attracted to one person of the same sex. Or hell, you could even be bi. Sexuality is confusing and that's okay. You're still young, experiment! You never know. I spent a whole summer fooling around with Bebe and that was kind of nice and-"

"What?!" I ask in disbelief.

"She decided that she didn't like women, and that's okay. Really, I'm over it. It was 2 years ago, we were young and didn't really know what we were doing anyways… It's not important, we are talking about you!"

I sit there not really knowing what to say in response. So, she just continues, "Spend some time on the computer… they have 'erase history' for a reason you know. See what you like… See what turns you on"

I blush hard and frown. I can't believe her mouth was on my dick not even 15 minutes ago, and now she's telling me to watch gay porn! She gives me a hug and takes her leave. I sit there frustrated, and ultimately, confused. I feel the ache in my groin as I realize I was denied orgasm just as I was reaching my climax… I get up and lock the door.

Did she break up with me? Are we still together? These questions flood my head as I drop my pants to the floor and kick off my socks. I grab my soft member and begin to stroke it slowly. 'Experiment' she says, sure, whatever. I close my eyes and think of Wendy. She's straddling me and looks down and smiles as she unhooks her bra. She giggles and moves to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She leans down to kiss my neck...I start stroking a little harder to try to become fully erect. She reaches down and grabs my dick and begins stroking it. I stop and frown and my semi-hard dick. Then I sigh admitting defeat and grab the lube out of my side table drawer. I lube up my dick and my fingers really well and go back to it. I start to pump harder and tease around my entrance before closing my eyes once more. It's Kyle this time. He is pumping my dick and his at the same time, pressing them together, while fingering my ass hole. I stick a finger in myself and let out a pleasured shudder. "Mmmmm… Ky, I like when you finger me".

I'm rock hard at this point with pre-come dripping from my tip. I stroke harder and start thrusting my finger. I curl up my legs, pulling them to my chest and add a second finger. "Mmm, yeah Kyle, fuck me, fuck me!"

That sends me over the edge. I quickly grab a tissue and come hard. It's coming in waves and I shudder and have trouble regaining myself…

I've never actively TRIED thinking of Kyle, he usually just sneaks his way into my brain. Now that I actually made an effort I may have just had the biggest orgasm of my life.

I tuck myself back into my boxers and get under my covers. I look up at the ceiling.

"Well, Shit…"

End Ch. 1

Please be sure to R&R, tell me what you think.

Also, based on character personality in the show, I think Stan and Kyle would take turns. I'm not sure why, but it just seems a lot hotter that way to me. And it's kind of rare to see a Kyle as a power top… so, yeah… :#3