Chapter four: Stan

Sunday about three in the after noon.

Kyle sighed, moving so that he was lounging on his couch, watching the Canada Chanel. No one was home, they had all gone out somewhere. His mom and dad went out to eat together, and Ike was at a friends' house. Kyle was feeling more then alone. He had turned off his phone once he had left Cartman's house, and he kept telling himself that it was because of a low battery.

It wasn't though…And it was getting harder and harder to lie to himself. He was avoiding Kenny, Stan and Cartman. He hadn't done it for years, and now…After what he had just undergone, he felt the odd need to be alone, with out them around. He closed his eyes for a second, his arm draping over his stomach. Why did he suddenly feel the want to be alone? Didn't he want their attention anymore? They had been the ones that had taken his virginity…Or rather Cartman more or less.

He closed his eyes, his stomach contorting. Why Cartman? Why was the first person that he had ever been THAT intimate with was Cartman…Kyle frowned, feeling sad. Then again…Kenny and Stan had also been there too, so it couldn't have been that bad.

'Knock…Knock.' It was the sound of someone at the door, pounding on it, and then was quickly followed by the doorbell ringing. Kyle felt a small feeling of worry pass through him. He wondered if maybe he shouldn't answer, maybe act as if he wasn't home.

His feet dragged him to the door though and he was soon answering it, a forced smile coming over his features.

There was a few moments of silence when he saw Stan standing there, looking down at him, smiling nervously. "Hey Kyle." He said, his voice low.

Kyle rubbed the back of his neck and opened the door, moving out of the way so that his friend could come inside. "What's up Stan?" He asked, shutting the door once his friend was inside. He had his back turned a few seconds, and in the few seconds, he had realized that something was wrong with his friend. "Listen Stan…I—" He began to turn around, but was then forced the rest of the way.

Being pushed into the door, Kyle gave a small cry of pain. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, his head hitting the door with a small force. Nothing was said in the next few minutes. Kyle could feel warm lips press onto his own, and the other boy holding his shoulders tightly against the door. Kyle felt Stan pulse above him, the powerful kiss overwhelming him. He did not try and push away though, he simply allowed for the other to deepen the kiss.

Stan's tongue was moving over his lips, daring Kyle to part those tender pink organs. He finally parted, allowing Stan access into his mouth, and further deepening the kiss as he pushed his arm up, Stan having to let him go slightly in order for him to move appropriately. Of course though, once Kyle's hand was free, he moved that hand to the back of Stan's head, and pulled lightly on his hair. "Ah!" He managed to gasp out when Kyle realized that the action had forced the other's head and lips away from his own. He groaned slightly as he felt Stan's hands move away from his body.

Jesus…The feeling that swelled inside of him was one that he had felt the first time he had given himself to the other three. He smiled slightly, feeling oddly happy with Stan. He allowed for the taller boy to move his head lower, placing his lips onto Kyle's neck.

Kyle gasped again as Stan bit down on the tender flesh. He rocked his head back, and his hips forward, as if he were trying to dry hump the other person. "Stan!" He gasped out, now feeling Stan's hand moving down and brushing against his clothed organ.

"Tell me you don't like it…" He said, his voice in a mocking tone. Kyle gave a small sigh, as if he could really tell Stan that he wasn't having fun. He loved it. He enjoyed the attention that the other was giving him. He liked the feeling of his warm lips on his neck. He slightly wished Kenny and Cartman were there.

Guilt flooded over him. His eyes slid open, and he looked at Stan's head.

The other, having noticed that the other person had stopped participating, looked up. He saw Kyle. Kyle saw him. "What's the matter?" Stan asked, his voice slightly filled with worry.

"Don't you feel guilty Stan?" Kyle's voice was soft. It was a question that he had never thought to ask any of the other two when they had done the same thing. The question itself made him feel better too.

"About what?" Stan looked rather concerned, and lost. Kyle sighed, how could Stan be so stupid some times?

"Dude…The whole 'sharing' thing that we talked about…You know…When this had all began…" Kyle held his arms out at Stan, who was now moving away from him to give him another rather 'what are you talking about' look. "Stan! The four of us…Being something more then just friends? Seriously?" Kyle felt his body lurch a little. Maybe this all HAD been a joke…maybe they just wanted to see what he would let them do to him…

"Kyle… I thought you wanted some alone time with each of us though?" Stan's voice was a little more then questioning.

Kyle looked over at him, "What? What are you talking about?" Now it was Kyle's turn to look rather confused.

"Oh… Well, Cartman, Kenny and myself all thought that maybe you would want some time alone with all of us once in a while. No one wants to hang out with the same people all of the time…" He tilted his head slightly, and Kyle noted how cute Stan looked when he did that. "We thought you knew…"

"Stan…There is no way that I would have been able to take a hint like that…."

"What? Really? You mean like when we let Kenny chase you to the bathroom, or when I told Cartman to go talk to you during lunch…Or how I'm here now, making sure that you turn your phone back 'on.'" He winked at Kyle, and the other couldn't help but feel ashamed that Stan hadn't be fooled by his lie.

"No Stan…Really… None of that makes sense to me…" Kyle moved towards the couch, and noticed that Stan followed him. How could they do such a thing to him? And how was he supposed to figure that shit out? He sat down, and the other went ahead and pretty much plopped down on top of him. Reclining over the couch, Stan's head fell into Kyle's lap, and Kyle couldn't help but laugh lightly. Maybe it wasn't that bad… "What about Kenny?" He asked. "Why was he so angry? And why was Cartman so nice to me? And how the hell was Cartman able to say 'no?'"

"Cartman said no to sex?" Stan's voice looked up at him. "You think that he would want it since no one else would be willing enough to let him touch them." Stan smiled to himself.

"What makes you think I want Cartman touching me?" Kyle snapped out, though he tired to fake anger.

"Dude…Everyone knows that you're attracted to Cartman…" He looked down at Stan, and watched as the other boy slowly drew his hands up to cradle Kyle's cheeks. "As for Kenny, he's not mad at you, he's just being a little bitch because you didn't have sex with him in the bathroom. You're the first person to deny him." He laughed slightly.

Once again, Kyle's face flushed red. "You knew?" He asked, almost sheepishly.

"Oh…Yeah…It's really not a secret…I know about Cartman's house too." He looked down at Stan, there was no anger, no hate…Nothing that hinted to Stan being troubled or bothered by the acts that had taken place with Kenny and Cartman.

"But Cartman said—"

"Kyle…When has Cartman ever told you the truth…Or at least…To not get his way? He is always bending facts…That's how he is. Don't worry about it. There are no secrets between us…" Stan's voice was a little more then happy. The gentle, soothing tone that it held caused Kyle to relax a little.

Kyle felt his eyes tear up. "Why are you guys jerking me around like this?" Hot tears stung past his eye lids, and drifted down to land onto Stan's face, where they sat there, causing Stan to become upset now.

The taller boy withdrew his hands and sat up, taking Kyle's chin into his hands. "We didn't know that we were upsetting you so much. We just thought it would be easier if you got some one on one time with us." He frowned. "We didn't mean to hurt you Kyle…"

"But—"

"Why didn't you tell us?" Stan's voice was worried, as if he was being denied the truth. There was also a slight suspicion in his voice, as if he were already thinking of one of the other two boys to blame.

"I- I wasn't sure what either one of you guys were really thinking…How you really cared for me…If you did at all." Kyle wiped at his eyes, looking away from Stan's forceful gaze. "I mean…It's hard…I'm trying to hard not to give just one of you more attention then the others…" He could feel his face being pulled back over to Stan. Locking gazes with the other, Stan was smiling softly.

"We all love you…In our own ways…We really do care for you, Kyle." He smiled, and stood up. "You know…Just because we all had sex together, and decided to have a relationship together, doesn't mean that you can't try, in your own way, to balance out alone time with all of us." He smiled. "We will all get jealous…Trust me Kyle…There is NO way of preventing that…But it's something that we'll all have to deal with, and become used to." He paused, and Kyle looked up at him. "Until we live together…All of us in one home…That's gonna be hell on Earth…" Once more, Stan's gentle laugh was able to relax Kyle, and the red head smiled up at him.

Stan's hand extended, and he pushed it towards Kyle's chest to take up, "Now…Let's go to Cartman's…They're waiting for us."

Kyle couldn't help but twitch and blush. Again… Already? He did, however, move his hand forward and take Stan's into his own. Both of them rose together, and smiled as they headed out the door.

"Kenny's in the bathroom…I think he's throwing up…" Cartman said, reclining on his couch and lounging on it lazily. "He better clean up after himself…" He hissed out, as if aggravated at the thought of Kenny upstairs doing such things.

Kyle sat on the opposite side of the couch, and Cartman seemed to shift over towards him, smiling a little more then devilishly. "So Kyle…You finally ready to face me again?" His voice was heavy, and Kyle felt his cheeks redden once more.

"Enough Cartman…Is you mom home or not?" Stan asked, looking into the kitchen to see if the woman was around.

"Nope…" Cartman sounded, moving away from Kyle again. The redhead glared at him slightly, but listened to what he was saying. "She's out for the night…She said she was spending the night at her sister's house…"

"Your mom DOESN'T have a sister." Kenny said from at the top of the stairs. He then laughed aloud as Cartman retorted with a rude comment.

Kyle looked over at the other as he came down the stairs. He wondered if what Stan had said to him was actually true, and that Kenny wasn't really mad at him. "Hey…Kenny…" Kyle said, his voice a little more then shy.

Kenny put a hand through his hair and threw his body into an 'S' formation. He then smiled at Kyle, and very softly said to him, "Hey Kyle…Miss me much?"

Kyle's eyes looked away. Damn…Why was Kenny able to easily turn him on? "Ah…Yeah?" He shifter over as Kenny sat on his other side. Stan came and leaned on the end of the Couch, near Kenny's only other open side.

Kyle felt tensed as he watched the current episode of Terrance and Phillip that was playing in Cartman's living room. There was a tense atmosphere growing as he felt three pairs of eyes looking over him as he sat there, watching the show. Soon though, the eyes became increasingly intense, and Kenny wasn't helping by twisting his hand over Kyle's head and slowly starting to play with the curls in Kyle's hair.

Slowly, he noticed Cartman's hand on his thigh, making small, lazy circles as he moved his hands over Kyle's jeans. Kenny's face was also growing closer to his own, and it was a matter of minutes before the boy was running his tongue over his neck. After this first assault, Cartman was quick to attack as well, moving over to the other side of Kyle's neck, forcing his shirt down and replacing his now exposed collar bone with his lips, biting hard at the skin.

"Ah!" Kyle said with a slight gasp. He looked up, noticing that Stan was still sitting on the end of the couch, watching Terrance and Phillip still. Kyle felt oddly that Stan was more into the show then what was going on just inches away from him. He felt Cartman's hand slowly moving over the skin of his chest as he managed to get under his shirt without removing his hoodie any more. Kenny, on the other hand, was working on taking off Kyle's hoodie, and was in the process of unzipping it when Kyle gave another moan.

It was so warm, the way that the two boys were running their hands over his skin…The slow, enjoyable feeling of having them both sucking at different spots. So…Exciting… "Ah! St- stop!" Kyle tried to cry out, but his mouth was claimed by Kenny, mouth moving to cover his. He could feel Kenny's tongue move right in, swirling over every inch of his inner mouth. Saliva was slowly trailing from his lips when he finally was let go, and breathing hard, he realized Cartman's hand was no longer in the 'upper' area of his body…But was instead rubbing ever so gently over his groin. Unzipping his jeans…He tried to wiggle out of their grasp, but with the way that Cartman was sitting on him, he couldn't move very well. It was either sit there and be felt up, or move back against the growing organ that Kenny was now sporting and pressing into his back. "S-Stan! Pl- please! Help me!" It was half choked out as he looked over at the other who was currently still watching Terrance and Phillip, chewing on a finger nail.

His friend looked over at him, and smiled softly, "You look so tasty right now Kyle…" Stan's voice was soft. Kyle could feel his heart sink slowly. The way that Stan slid off of the side of the couch, and moved over Kenny was an enticing manner.

Kyle felt his body shiver as his shirt was removed from over his head, and he was left, bare chest on the couch with the two boys moving over his body, and Stan making his way over to him. His eyes watched Stan as the black haired boy slowly moved over Kenny's shoulders, easily taking hold of Kyle's lips. Only then was there a small sigh that came from Kenny… "What am I supposed to have now?" He asked, as if he were pouting slightly.

Cartman seemed to laugh, "I think we should do what we did last time…" Kyle could feel that smile against his shoulder, and he couldn't help but shudder.

There was a small silence, and Stan pulled away from their current kiss to say lowly, "I don't have a problem with that." He smiled at Kyle, "Do you?"

"N- no." Kyle said, his voice a little short.

"I'm tired of grabbing onto my own dick…" Kenny said, and he made a small face. Kyle felt his cheeks flare up for a few seconds, and was about to say something when Cartman chirped in edgily,

"You still come, don't you? Be grateful you get to have a piece…" He silenced though when Kyle noticed Stan glaring at him, probably threatening him with something violent.

Kyle looked down at Kenny, "We could switch?" He asked.

"Ah haha, No. I'm not having that Jew hating Nazi in my body." He said, and glared up at Cartman.

Kyle sighed. He looked down at Kenny though, with a sort of harsh look, "Then you'll have to deal for now." He stated calmly.

Kenny looked a little hurt by the words, but smiled evilly. He grinned much like a Cheshire cat. "Alright…But as long as I can do what I want…" He began to pull down Kyle's pants, "I wanna' start now then." He tugged again, and in a few seconds, Kyle could feel the cold air swirl around his hard organ.

Cartman moved away from Kyle, and huffed out lowly, "About time…" Sounds of clothing being removed could be heard, and Kyle ignored the thought of Cartman's over eagerness.

"Stan… Are you okay with this?" Kyle's voice was low, and his hands moved to clasp onto his best friends' face.

He was rewarded with a large smile, "I wouldn't want it any other way, Kyle." He said softly. He then slowly began to unzip himself, moving away from Kyle and separating himself for a moment.

Kyle was then pushed over by Cartman, who was trying to wiggle under him, "Sit in my lap…" He said, his voice low and demanding sounding.

Kyle looked over at him, noticing that Kenny had to stop touching him in order for Cartman to get his way. "Why?" He asked.

Cartman pointed to his organ, "Sit on it, and you'll understand soon enough…" He seemed to nearly say something else, but decided against it, and instead, settled down into the center of the couch. Kyle's body rose up, and allowed for Stan to help him adjust himself into Cartman's clutches. Kenny held onto Kyle's legs, and the red head instantly felt embarrassed at how the three of them were all trying to help Kyle insert Eric's organ into his ass. He said nothing though, and slowly allowed himself to be lowered onto Cartman.

Slowly, he sat deeper and deeper onto his organ, feeling the pressure already building up as the other filled him up. He relaxed a little once he was fully on Cartman. "Ah!" He gasped out when Cartman tried to pull his back closer to his chest. "Ple- please don't…It hurts that way."

"You just have to get used to it Kyle." Kenny's voice was soft, and Kyle looked down to see the boy taking his organ into his mouth, not flinching in the slightest when Cartman laughed at him in a mocking tone.

Kyle rolled his head back, feeling his own organ being taken in by the other, and the boy who was slowly twisting his hips into his ass. "St-Stan." He moaned out, holding his hand for the black haired boy to take.

Stan grabbed onto his hand and then straddled Kyle as he sat in Cartman's lap. The coach creaked with the weight so focused in one area. The sound of the coffee table being moved could be heard and Kenny adjusted himself more directly in front of Kyle's organ. Kyle groaned again, looking up at Stan, who, with his free hand, had taken his chin and angled it up. Then, slowly, he asked Kyle to open his mouth, and then inserted his erect member into the willing mouth.

Kyle groaned around the organ as it was pushed into his mouth. He chocked a little as Stan moved his hand to the back of Kyle's head, and then past his head and to the wall. There, Kyle could feel Stan's stomach as he leaned over to gain balance by leaning against the wall and his mouth. For few seconds, no one said or did anything. Except Kenny, who was blowing cold air over the head of Kyle's cock.

Then, a breathy response from Stan stated out, "God I fucking hate this picture of you and your mom at the canyon. For Christ's sake…It looks like you guys were photo shopped into it."

"Fuck you." Came Cartman's reply. It seemed that the verbal demand was not enough though, and Kyle hissed in pain as he felt the boy under him buck up into his ass, the motion forcing him to gag on Stan's dick, Kenny to gag on Kyle's dick, and a pressure of pain to build up in Kyle's ass. "Sorry…" Came a very, very hushed reply from Cartman.

Kyle opened his eyes. Jesus that was so weird of Cartman to say. He kept rocking his hips though, and it seemed that the slow paced sex lasted an hour, until Stan murmured that he was close to his climax. Kenny seemed to moan in agreement, and Kyle groaned as he felt Stan growing harder in his mouth.

He prepared himself for it, and relaxed his throat, waiting for Stan to climax in his mouth, ready to swallow whatever the boy would spill into him. It was surprising though, when Stan quickly pulled out, and moved his organ over to Kyle's chest, and pumped himself a few more times. Kyle realized a few seconds too late what the boy was doing, and tried to prevent it by taking the organ back into his mouth. Of course though, he failed, and was instead rewarded with a splash of gooey liquid that dripped onto his cheek and further down onto his neck and chest. "Awe…Fuck Stan…" Kyle breathed out, looking up at the other.

Cartman seemed to have witnessed the entire event and was laughing at the situation. Kenny looked up for a second, and moved up, raising to his knees.

Kyle felt a chill run over him as he realized what was going on, yet again. Soon though, Kenny was also coming on him, and the pool that the liquid was causing welled up between his legs. He whimpered slightly when he realized the neglect to his still hard organ…So close to climax too. "Hurry up, Cartman." Kenny said, taking a step back and standing next to Stan, both of them pleased with the scene.

"Yeah…" Cartman panted, moving Kyle so that the boy was pushed forward, his feet now on the ground. From this, Kyle realized how nice the feeling was as Cartman was angled in such a way, that he was perfectly brushing against his prostate.

He could feel the other pumping harder and harder up into him. He was surprised that Cartman had so much stamina, but knew that he would sooner or later run out. "Stan—I need—Someone- t-to…" He felt ashamed asking, so stopped, hoping that one of the others would continue to touch him.

"Oh…Kyle touch yourself…" Stan said, his voice soft.

"Yeah, come on Kyle… you can do it. Make yourself cum." Kenny said, smiling and clapping as he watched with eagerness in his eyes.

Kyle's face was red, and he looked down as he slowly brought one of his hands to his organ and began to pump it along with Cartman's thrusts. In seconds of the contact, he was coming, Kenny moving his lips over the organ quickly enough to catch what came out. "Ahhh!" Kyle's voice gasped out as he felt his climax hit hard.

"Look out Kenny." Cartman's voice sounded from behind him. Soon enough, Kyle felt his body being picked up and moved to a different position, where Cartman was bending him over the coffee table and removing himself from Kyle's entrance. Kyle wondered for a second what the other was doing, but soon realized what was going on…AGAIN, when he felt the warm liquid splashing onto his back and down his spine. "Don't you look nice." Cartman breathed.

Kyle stayed bent over the table, feeling ashamed. Finally though, when he realized everyone was looking at him, he drew his head up. "Wh- why?" He asked, his voice low.

Stan smiled widely, "Well now that you're all messy…We'll HAVE to clean you Kyle…"

Kenny looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through walls. "I wonder if we're all going to fit in the bath tub…" He said, holding his head up with a hand.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. He felt his face grow warm, and he just barely realized he said it once it was already out of his mouth, "I love you guys."

There was a silence that followed, and then he looked up to see the other three smiling back at him, watching him with a sort of an admiration. Stan was the one who bent over, and holding his hand out to Kyle, smiled and said, "We love you too. Now lets go clean you up."

Kyle blushed one more time, but took the hand and allowed for himself to be led up the stairs, once in while being spanked by Kenny.

The End.

Began: 9:27 PM 11/17/10

Finished: 12-6-2010 12:39 am

And that's the end of that. Thank you guys so much for reading, hope you have a nice night, and sorry it took so long to update. Also, sorry that it's not spell checked and bettaed. My friend was unreachable, and apparently T.L.o.K. had something better to do…But enough about that, thank you again for reading, and welcome to the new era!

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