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“Sh-Shit... Oh yeah, baby... that feels great...”

From behind the front door, Stan heard it. He heard her voice. For a while, he'd figured that Wendy was cheating on him again but he was in constant denial because things had changed hadn't they? They were living together now, had a small house even, both almost finished with college, Stan was twenty-two now and Wendy was almost there herself. Obviously he was wrong, though. Things hadn't changed. For a moment he just stood there, outside, in the falling snow, his hands twitching and twisting on the bag of groceries he'd picked up to make a nice dinner for himself and his girlfriend. He could hear everything in there. At least for now he couldn't distinguish the guy's voice, it didn't sound like anyone he knew, then again how many guy friends of his did he often hear grunting like that?

Stan couldn't take it anymore, key was jammed into the lock and the door was thrown open, he didn't want people outside (though there was no one currently) to get an eyeful so he quickly stepped in and slammed the door, sharp blue eyes upon the floor as the noises silenced in the room before him. Finally he looked over and that nice somewhat tanned face of his went pale.

“Kyle?!”

“D-Dude... Uh...”

Wendy just sat there, or more like.. hovered, Stan getting an unwelcomed view of just how well Kyle had grown over the years, since it was barely pushed inside those lips that Stan ravaged so frequently, dripping with his girlfriend's juices.

“Stan..? I.. uh..”

The girl hopped up quickly, having the audacity to lean in and kiss the redhead's cheek apologetically before she ran off to the bedroom, picking up skirt and panties along the way. She'd been so careful planning around Stan being home, to get her time with Kyle but it seemed her planning didn't take into account Stan taking off early to come home and cook dinner for them.

Kyle quickly shoved himself inside his jeans and zipped up as he got to his feet. The redhead was actually a little scared of Stan with that glare he was getting, he knew how awful this was and he knew that what he was about to say wasn't going to help things out at all. Oh well, he was already fucked.

“Your girl needs a real man's cock in her, I think that's why she came after me. I won't lie, the getting's good. I am sorry you found out though, dude.”

“You're sorry? I can't even... begin to... Seriously Kyle? You're fucking my girlfriend? You know we're living together and stuff, right? Housewrecker!” As much as Stan wanted to throw a fist into the other guy's face, he didn't. He was pissed, that much was certain, and glaring daggers at that damn Jew, “I think you need to get out of our house.”

“Fine. Whatever. Be pissed, you know Wendy does this to you over and over, just happened to be me this time.” Shrugging, Kyle pulled his mess of hair back into a lazy curl of a ponytail, tugging hat on as he grabbed his coat and slipped into his boots. He almost told Stan to tell Wendy he'd call her later, but that was a bit too spiteful he figured. With a little snort, Kyle left, slamming the door behind him. Fucking blue balls.

Stan just stormed into the kitchen, shoving the items he'd bought into place, into the fridge, cabinets, shelves, everything where it belonged. Ears pricked as he heard the shower start, at least she was going to clean herself up now. Ugh. God, no wonder Wendy was fucking Kyle though, Stan had gotten quite a nice look at that dick, it was... impressive. “I'm gonna have to fuck her with a dildo and myself to keep her happy..” Muttered the dark haired guy to himself, a little less pissed at that moment and more amused. Seriously, Wendy did this so often, he just.. didn't expect it to be Kyle.

Arms circled his waist from behind moments later, slender hands rubbing those sweet, rough hips, Stan was such a guy, he had such a nicely toned body.. “I'm sorry, Stan... I am... I shouldn't have done that with Kyle... He's your best friend and now you two probably hate each other...” Wendy muttered against his shoulder, face resting there, green eyes hidden behind heavy lids and long lashes, that length of hair she had was pulled into a loose ponytail.

“Yeah well... Now at least, I know what you need to keep you happy down there. I figured Token was big but I didn't even think that Kyle would be... goddamn...” He rolled his eyes and pressed hands to the counter, just using it for support. He didn't want to fight, he didn't want to bitch about this for days, it was easier to just ignore it, right? But, god, it was his closest friend. With a sigh, he turned around, between Wendy and the counter now, lazily leaning back against it. “You shower up nicely?” Asked the oh-too-forgiving fellow as he leaned in, meeting lips with his girlfriend slowly, pulling back some afterwards, forehead finding forehead in an all too familiar sort of way.

“Yeah... Why?”

“I wanna see if I can make you happy.”

“Stan... You don't have to.”

“Look, I'm tired of you fucking around... I just wanna try and see if I can give you all that you need.” Not that he wasn't doing that anyway. Geeze, he paid the bills except for cable and internet... Wendy just smiled a little and shrugged, heading towards the bedroom. Stan followed after putting a roast in the oven. He'd have to flip it in an hour, but they'd be done by then. As he entered the room, jacket was tossed onto the floor and he instantly began to pull his shirt up, leaving only shoes and jeans with a necklace looped about neck, hanging mid-chest. Lazily, Stan crawled onto the bed and Wendy's hands went to work, tugging on her boyfriend's belt until it was loose, then pants were undone. With some clever wiggling and shifting, they both managed to get him out of his pants, and shoes were kicked off onto the floor, pants following.

Stan wasn't small by any means, he just wasn't black or a Jew, because obviously the Jew was stacked. Quickly, he set tan hands to pulling up Wendy's tank top, exposing bra-less breasts, she didn't like to wear a bra around the house – that was fine with Stan. Before he started in on anything though, he got up from the bed, catching glimpse of the fact that she wore nothing under her skirt, “Nice. You must not have finished, huh.” To anyone else, it'd probably seem crazy for Stan to be saying that, he just snorted though and went over to the bottom drawer of their nightstand, pulling out a dildo, nothing major but something that'd work nicely alongside his own girth. Chuckling, Stan grabbed lube and a condom, slipping onto the bed, “Skirt off.” Wendy just grinned a little and pulled skirt up, leaving it on.

“This'll work, huh?” Wendy smirked, and slid her legs apart slowly, exposing herself to him. With a smirk, she shifted, grabbing a pillow to shove underneath her lower back and raise her enough so it'd be comfortable for Stan, this was normal for them. Stan didn't want normal tonight, he was trying to prove a point. After sliding condom on, he wiped hands on the sheets and grabbed her hips, tugging his small girlfriend off that pillow and onto her side, needless to say – Wendy was a little surprised. Quickly Stan tugged her uppermost leg up,letting it rest along his stomach and chest as he pushed into her, groaning, yeah, getting the girl sideways as he crawled on top of her other thigh, spreading his own slowly to get in her right. The girl let out a gasp and a moan quickly followed, hands grasping onto the bed, tangling into the sheets. Panting, Stan began to push further into her, groaning slowly, grinning as he paused, buried fully within, one hand grasping dildo and other arm wrapped around that upwards extended thigh. “Nhh... Gonna fill you up, girl...” The dark haired guy chuckled, pushing the toy up against those parted lips, right behind his own length.

Wendy's eyes slid open and she quickly looked sideways at Stan, tensing at the feeling. It wasn't the same as Kyle, it wasn't thick and warm, all sorts of hot.. this was just intrusive. Brows fixed together some behind hair that had fallen from her ponytail, “S-Stan... You don't need to do that...”

“What... Wendy, I wanna do you like Kyle... I...” Shuddering, he paused inside of her, stilling his hand. With a sigh, he pulled it back and just looked down at her. Meeting her gaze, he grinned a little, “How about... we try something new.” As if the position wasn't new enough. He pulled out completely, leaving her empty for the moment. The toy was pushed inside of her in his place, “Keep that there, huh?” Teased the dark haired fellow, grabbing her hips to tug her onto her knees, nudging the toy to make sure it stayed in place for now. He'd get to playing with it later, for now, he grasped her cheeks, tugging them apart. This wasn't the first time he'd been down there, he'd never used his dick though. A finger once or twice, and Wendy had gone wild over it. Maybe she'd done this with other guys, but Stan wanted to try it. Slowly he pushed against that tight ring, grunting at just how tense it was. To distract her, perhaps, he turned the vibrating function on on the dildo, grinning as she instantly began to moan from that, and low and behold, that little pucker loosened up enough for Stan to shove on in. Just past the head, he waited, panting, grinning. Then.. he pulled out. Condom was slipped off onto the floor and he lubed up real well before going back in. Yeah, it felt surprisingly good, and the vibrations from that toy were beginning to drive not just Wendy wild, but Stan too!

Chuckling, Stan pushed in further, taking advantage of the fact that Wendy was getting into it. Wendy bucked back against him, one of her hands sliding down to begin grinding fingertips against clit, nudging that sweet bud in time with Stan's body. She wouldn't lie, this felt great, so what if she didn't have that thick flesh in her... It was stupid to think she could have this and Kyle at once, huh? That'd be interesting, but having been caught with Kyle like that it was extremely unlikely she'd get that chance. Besides, mentioning it at this moment would be a bad idea. Very bad.

The fact that Stan was in her without a condom was a huge turn-on. Stan wanted kids eventually but Wendy was pretty sure she didn't want kids ever, so a condom was always necessary... But she couldn't get pregnant from her ass, right? Right! Groaning, he reached down, grasping into her hair as he ducked over her, pressing free hand to her shoulder, pushing her into the bed some. Yeah, he was too close to mess around, quickly he began to rock, pushing in fully and tugging out only to slam back in, eliciting delicious noises from his girlfriend. See, Stan could be all she needed, right? As she grew closer, her free hand grasped the dildo, trying to match Stan's movements with it, gasping. They were meant to be, they almost always ended up hitting that delicious high point at the same time, it made it so much better. With a low growling groan, Stan came, for the first time, feeling himself explode into her, not caught up in a nasty fucking condom. This was actually pretty nice all things considered, y'know – coming home and finding your girlfriend fucking your best friend on the couch you bought together.

Wendy all but screamed as she hit her own orgasm, having to tug that toy out of her and just use fingers, the vibrations were too intense for her at that moment. As she felt him spill into her – actually felt the heat hit her, she cried out again, dripping with excitement, her body all but spasming around his intrusion. She felt him pull out though and let out a shaky sigh, dropping onto her stomach on the bed, a mess, panting and grinning crookedly, “D-Damn Stan...” She gasped out sharply though as he slammed his hand down on her ass, a rough action from her docile man. Those bright green eyes shot open wide and she looked over shoulder at him, mouth agape.

“Stop fucking cheating on me and we can do.. things like that more often...” He said quietly, sliding off the bed to go into the bathroom and begin cleaning up, he wasn't as much a mess as her though, no way. Wendy followed after a moment, and after cleaning up with a shirt on the floor, since she didn't want to make a mess walking to the bathroom. With a huff, she pushed the door open, leaning against the wall after stepping into the bathroom, “Stan, you know I love you...”

“But? I know there's gotta be a 'but'.”

“Yeah... I mean... Baby, I just don't like being tied down to one guy, it's not you.”

“ 'It's not you, it's me.' Right? You've used that one before. Got anything new?”

“I just... I really like Kyle.”

Stan blinked at that, looking in the mirror at her in confusion. She never said she 'liked' anyone else, ever, it was just a sexual need. The girl, wearing just that skirt still, looked away. Frowning, Wendy left the room. Yeah, she'd better just let Stan dwell on that one. Before she knew it, Stan was out of the bathroom and getting dressed. He didn't even look at her, even as he grabbed his coat and his shoes, sitting on the bed near her to get those shoes on. Grumbling, Stan left, keys in hand. He turned around though and walked right back in, right into the bedroom. “The roast is timed, when it goes off flip it and put it back in for an hour. I'll be back.” And he left, simple as that.

In no time, he was at Kyle's apartment's front door, knocking on it a few times before he stopped, waiting for it to open. Finally he was graced with that goddamn Jew's face, both of them effectively glaring at each other, “Why're you here?” Kyle backed up as Stan just more or less pushed inside the pretty small apartment.

“Dude, she likes you. Wendy never likes anyone. Back off of her, I'm not giving her up to you.” Stan glared, slumping onto the dark green couch, arms crossed. The redhead just grunted, heading to the couch only to close the book he'd been reading, he figured he wouldn't be continuing that right now. Instead of sitting, Kyle headed into the kitchen and came back with a beer. Chances were, he'd be needing that.

“Sorry. I didn't know she liked me...”

“How did this happen..?”

“Uh... I stopped by on a day I thought you were off, and she was home, so I decided to hang out. She fixed lunch and after eating we just...”

Stan was shocked, it was obvious. “... She cooked?”

“Dude, no. Microwaved some soup.” And oddly enough, they both laughed.

Stan grunted and reached over, stealing that beer that Kyle hadn't even started drinking yet. Kyle just rolled his eyes and got up to get another, settling down after that. For a long moment, it was quiet, just the sound of the two sipping at their beers. It was painfully awkward there, sitting with the guy who was fucking his girlfriend and knowing that his girlfriend liked Kyle...

“Augh, dude just stop fucking my girl. Okay? I know she likes you or whatever, but she loves me. And I don't wanna lose her, you know that...”

“Why don't you just find someone better? Someone who won't cheat on you all the time.”

“So you can have her?”

“Nah. I couldn't ever be happy with a woman. … Like her. A woman like her.” Yes, because that was a good cover up. He frowned a little and took a few long sips of his beer while Stan just stared at him, wondering if Kyle had actually messed up or if he .. didn't like women really.

“Dude why are you fucking Wendy then? Go find some guy to shove it in.” Though.. Stan knew that no guy in his right mind would try to fit that where he'd just gotten done screwing Wendy. He shuddered and pushed a hand up through his hair, not looking at Kyle now. It was too weird knowing that. Of course, nothing could have prepared him for what was coming next.

“Because, the guy I like is taken. He's dating this total bitch who keeps cheating on him. I mean, she's not bad. Just...” He trailed off, his face going red. Nah, he couldn't have a crush on Stan. He couldn't have had this crush for ten or more years. Nah.

Stan almost crushed his beer can at that moment, tensing up. He couldn't fathom that, this was too much information for today. He sighed and finished off his beer, rather quickly which was stupid because he knew he was a lightweight and he had to drive home soon. This was just too weird. Silence was abundant, Kyle fidgeted before getting up to get another round of beer, two more cans, his own left, emptied on the counter in the kitchen. Yeah, it was stupid to get drunk right now, at five pm, with Stan here, but he didn't care, it was a rough day.

“So you like me or something?”

“'Bout ten years, and counting. Sorry. Never thought it convenient to tell you. You always have Wendy on your arm.” Kyle chuckled as he popped open his beer, leaving Stan's next one on the coffee table. The television was eyed as he slumped against the back of the couch, leaning onto the arm some in a lazy manor. “I kinda like Wendy too. After years of hating her for being with you, she's grown on me.”

“I'll say.”

“Dude, she's not really important to me or anything, it's just.. hard to find someone to get with, at least she's not super fucking girly like Bebe.” Who was also a slut. Wendy wasn't nearly that bad. Kyle shifted, turning the television up as he looked at his beer. For a moment, he just sat there, thinking.

“So.. you like me?”

“Stan, you're sounding like a fucking broken record. I already told you, stop trying to make me say it again. I like you, a lot. I wanna kiss you, suck you, fuck you. Anything. It isn't going to happen and I'm fine with that. I'll just fuck your girlfriend.” Oh yes, that was the perfect thing to say. He just grunted and took another sip while Stan sat in absolute shock, staring at the television.

Finally he found words though and just let dark brows fix together some, “Dude, that's really gay.” Yes, intelligent come back. They both just grunted and sighed. This was a pleasant situation – Kyle liked Stan and Wendy liked Kyle and loved Stan, and Stan loved Wendy. Yes. Confusing.

“Sorry. I should have just kept my mouth shut and not fucked her at your place. Er. Or at all.”

“Yeah, it'd be really great if you'd stop talking about that, and just stop doing her all together.” Stan nodded and finally took a few sips of his beer, shaking a little in confusion and nerves. Brows arched up though as he looked over at the door, maybe he could walk home.. that'd be fine, right? He'd have to stop by and pick up his car the next day or something, then Wendy would know he'd gone over here. Shit. “ Gotta stop drinking. I have.. a roast in the oven. Gotta get it out in like an hour.” Kyle only rolled his eyes at that and finished off his second beer, setting it on the table. No more for now. He shifted, turning to face Stan more.

“Fine. Whatever. No more drinking. I'll try to keep my dick in my pants around Wendy. She's pretty hot though, gotta admit, I've never had a girl actually want me like she does, guess I just liked that feeling.” Kyle laughed some, those honey sweet eyes turned towards Stan, not trying to keep back the fact that he was staring at him, he could blame it on the beer. Stan was just trying not to notice Kyle staring at him, it was making him nervous, anxious, why was he still here..? Oh yes, right. As Stan stood up he felt the rush of alcohol hit him, goddamn. He was too much of a lightweight despite his height, weight and all that. Quickly, Stan slumped back into the seat and sighed aloud.

“I just think it's fucked up how you're fucking my girlfriend...” Stan knew he couldn't be pissed at Kyle forever, this probably would have ended most friendships but he'd really be lost without Kyle... His super best friend, even at twenty two, that was still what they were. Snorting, the redhead ducked over, hand coming to rest upon Stan's thigh shakily as he slammed lips against lips. Needless to say, Stan found himself shocked once more – if anything, Kyle was really good at surprising Stan over and over that day. Fuck his girlfriend, come out of the closet, admit feelings, kiss him.

“Sh-Shit! Kyle, what the hell man.” Stan found words finally, and shoved his free hand up to push Kyle off of him, licking lips afterwards. With a glare, he looked at the other, watching Kyle slump back against the arm of the couch and just stare across at him.

“I've always kinda wondered what a threesome would be like... Haven't you?” Kyle's face was almost as red as his hair, it was such a bold thing to admit. God, even without being aroused, there was still such a lump in those pants, and Stan noticed it for once. It was amazing he'd never noticed that before but really, Stan didn't look at Kyle's dick ever. Since high school, Kyle hadn't taken PE classes... so no locker room or anything. Jesus, why did Stan's mind immediately go to catching glimpses of Kyle in a locker room..?

“Dude, I'm not gonna fuck you. That's not right. I only have sex with Wendy.”

“Geeze, I was just saying in general. You're the one who's thinking about me being with you and Wendy, fucking pervert.” Kyle teased, grinning nearly ear to ear. Stan turned, slamming beer down (almost gone by that point) on the coffee table before he found himself tackling Kyle onto the couch, grabbing his shoulder with one hand as he slammed fist into his face, knocking jaw out of line for a second which Kyle hissed and grunted over, shifting underneath the weight to try and make sure his jaw was okay. “Fuck, Stan. Don't beat me up because your woman's loose.” Of course, that was a dumb thing to say since the jock punched him again, square in the chest, knocking the breath out of him temporarily. Kyle quickly recovered and threw himself into a coughing fit, struggling to get out from underneath Stan's weight. Finally he managed to sit himself up with that fucking abusive jerk in his lap, staring across at him.

“Stan. Calm down and stop breaking my face.”

“Stop talking about Wendy like that!” Stan said, knowing damn well that Kyle was right, but he was still pissed. Wendy was his girlfriend despite how often she forgot that or ignored it. He bent over backwards constantly for the girl. Sighing, Stan just sorta.. slumped there, hands finding the arm of the couch that Kyle was leaning against, though the position made him feel all sorts of awkward, quickly moving himself to his side of the couch. Kyle followed, “I'll stop if you kiss me. Nothing else. I've just really wanted to know what it feels like finally. A real kiss...” And with that, Kyle leaned in, looping ginger arms around his best friend's neck, Stan grunted at the suggestion. His eyes slid shut though and sneering, he turned to meet Kyle's lips. Within no time, Kyle was going for it like a champ, digging tongue out to meet with Stan's shut lips, pushing within regardless – he said a real kiss, he was getting a real kiss. Stan begrudgingly gave in however, it was a kiss, and his eyes were shut, so it wasn't that bad. Only.. he could feel the stubble on Kyle's face, he needed to shave... God, that was a disturbing thought. This was Kyle, not some wonderfully soft lipped girl, or Wendy for that matter. He frowned briefly but the feeling of Kyle's hands diving into his hair and pushing his hat off, that distracted him sufficiently.

Kyle wasn't about to stop, he didn't want to – he wanted anything and everything he could get out of Stan while he had him like this. God, his heart was racing, his brows knotted together as he tried to weasel his way into his super best friend's lap, arms never leaving Stan's neck. Finally he got himself in that lap, straddling. Stan was stuck, he couldn't get out from under Kyle and with his eyes shut, he could actually enjoy the taste of coffee on Kyle's breath and tongue, the residue of a leftover holiday candy cane on his lips.. Geeze, that was actually a nice change from Wendy. And that's about when it hit him he was kissing someone who wasn't his girlfriend. Despite himself, he didn't stop. Why was it okay for Wendy to cheat on him and get away with it..? Fuck that. Hands slid down, grasping onto Kyle's much less rounded hips, god they were jagged. His eyes even crackled open just a little, meeting bright blues with those golden honey ones that he didn't realize were staring at him the whole time. Up close like that, Kyle looked real pretty. Messy red hair falling into his face, long lashes on his eyes, why had Stan never looked at him like this? Right, straight. Obviously not that straight if he was making out with Kyle.

A little shudder racked his body as he closed eyes again, his brows fixing together. Kyle broke the kiss however, pressing lips against his friend's chin a few times, “Kyle.. don't stop.” Stan couldn't believe himself, he couldn't believe he was going to let something happen. He wasn't sure what – but something. Whatever Kyle had on his mind. At least Stan was drunk enough to allow this to happen... But not too drunk to where he'd forget it, barely two beers. Geeze.

“All right..” Kyle started with nervousness, cheeks flushed as he leaned in, drawing a trail of kisses from Stan's chin along jawline, brushing lips over dark stubble that felt so good. Finally he met with ear and let one hand stray downwards, the other remaining looped around Stan's neck. The wandering hand settled upon his friend's chest, unzipping his coat slowly, tugging down until he had that hand between his groin and Stan's stomach. “Hope you don't mind... You're probably getting warm though, huh?” Stan nodded and sat back some, shifting to work his way out of his coat, tugging it off only to toss it onto the other side of the couch, welcomed back into place by Kyle's hand. Said hand moved downwards though, trailing along stomach which was nice and fit, until he came to his pants. “S-Stan.. you sure?”

“Yeah, get on with it.” Stan was so determined to cheat now, just to get even perhaps. Whatever, he didn't care. This felt good so far and he'd already shoved his dick in an ass today, maybe this'd be fun. Before he could say anything about that though, he found himself lip to lip with his super best friend again. Fuck it. Kyle was quickly working on unbuttoning and unzipping pants, shoving them down some, Stan even lifted his hips some and helped Kyle get his pants off. Brows fixed together though, hands sliding up to press into Kyle's hair, tugging it free from it's loose ponytail, enjoying that Kyle kept it kind of long, it was nice to have something to grab on. Kyle knew better than to waver, he had to get going before Stan sobered up and changed his mind, even if this was wrong.

Kyle pulled back, trying to gather his mind up, trying to figure out what to do. Sex was too dramatic, it would just make things awkward. Then again, this was going to make things awkward anyway... Grunting lowly, the redhead unzipped his own pants, tugging them down some until he could let himself 'breath', length half-hard and resting against Stan's thigh. He'd sat back far enough to get into Stan's pants too, pulling and tugging until he got Stan freed as well, then he quickly crawled back in closer, snatching both of them up in one warm, smooth hand.

That whole situation made Stan groan, shit, this was so gay, so suddenly. He laughed though, nervous laugh, reaching up to grab into Kyle's hair again, pulling him closer, in for a kiss as their lengths met in a sloppy kiss of precum. That only made them both groan aloud, and Stan connected lips with lips once more. This was wrong, so wrong, but nothing was stopping Stan from grinding himself into the hand that was far too warm to be real. But it was real, incredibly real, wonderful even. He'd had handjobs plenty of times, but... never with two cocks there. “K-Kyle... you're huge... S-Seriously, no wonder Wendy likes it...” Face turned red as he loosened his grip on Kyle's hair.

“S-Seriously... You're not bad though... I bet you'd feel great.” That faintly freckled face turned pink as he tilted his head and met lips again, kissing slowly, but that was broken by Stan this time.

“I did Wendy in her ass earlier... First time... It was really hot.”

“You think she'd be up to it if... we both did her?” Kyle felt weird suggesting that but Stan just groaned, burying face into the other's neck, kissing a few slow times, panting as he thought about that. That was.. a really hot thought, maybe because he was drunk, maybe because he was horny... As Kyle continued to stroke, the dark haired boy shifted, grabbing Kyle's cellphone off of the coffee table. The redhead just.. stared. He couldn't even think as Stan dialed and put the phone to his ear.

“It's dialing Wendy. Tell her to come over. I'm not here.” He said softly, smirking as Kyle's face flushed red.

“Hello?”

“Hey Wendy. It's Kyle. You should come over.”

“Have you seen Stan? He left earlier kind of pissed off...”

“Nah. Haven't seen him. I'll see you in a few minutes though.”

Stan hung the phone up and sat it aside, grunting as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against his friend's lips, “I'll go wait in your room, you bring her in there once she gets here.. I'm gonna grab another beer. I'm buy you some tomorrow.” Yeah, this was crazy but it was kinda hot thinking about it. Wendy would probably be happy as hell. “Maybe two guys can keep my bitch happy. I guess it's not so bad sharing her with my super best friend, huh?”

The redhead just laughed as he got out of Stan's lap, tucking himself back into his jeans. Thankfully he'd jerked off earlier, after getting home. So he wasn't about to bust a nut or anything. Smirking, he watched Stan head into the kitchen and followed, bringing their beer cans with him, tossing them into the garbage before nudging a kiss to Stan's lips. “You sure about this?”

“Yeah. Why not. We've both been fucking her, huh? She'll probably get a thrill out of it.” And it was all about keeping Wendy happy. Stan returned the kiss before heading into the other's bedroom with his beer. Quickly he cracked it open and took a few sips, having pulled his pants off just in time for Kyle to throw open the door and toss Stan's jacket within. “Yeah, don't want her seeing your coat on the couch.” He laughed a little and then shut the door, heading to wait on the couch and dwell on this idea. Lazy grin drew itself over the Jew's lips as he waited for Wendy.

Stan got himself nice and naked and sprawled out on his back on Kyle's bed, god it was a soft bed and he was actually really enjoying it, nothing but socks and his cross-necklace upon his body, beer held and sipped from slowly. He perked up some as he heard a knock at the door, grinning a little as he listened in.

“So why'd you call me over?”

“I had this crazy idea. Well, not just me. I should say 'we' have this crazy idea.”

“We?” Wendy was drawn away from any more questions as Kyle pushed her up against the bedroom door, kissing slowly, softly tugging on her bottom lip. The girl began to pull her jacket off, leaving it in a pile on the floor. “Mm... Kyle, s-stop... I feel kinda bad about messing around with you... I don't want to ruin your friendship with Stan...”

Kyle laughed a little, “Don't worry. Stan and I are closer than ever.” Kyle slid his hand down twisting the doorknob to open it, pushing the door open and turning Wendy around. She just stared, Stan grinning across to them, a little embarrassed but whatever, Kyle had never seen him nude like that but Wendy had!

“You obviously need more than one man to keep you happy, Wendy. So. C'mon.” Stan just smirked, lazily stroking himself with his free hand, finishing beer off quickly.

“What? This is... this is crazy! You want a threesome? You never want anything out of the ordinary a-and he's your best friend.”

Kyle grinned, rubbing himself against Wendy's rear slowly, grabbing her hips so she couldn't get away. Stan grunted at the sight, brows furrowed and he got up, a little loopy from the beer but whatever, he just headed over to his girlfriend, leaning down to kiss her square on the lips, “You liked what I did earlier, right? Imagine.. that, with Kyle in you too...” Wendy.. was shocked, face red from the attention, but the idea was delicious. With a little nod, she looked up at Stan.

Stan smirked and headed back to the bed, Kyle letting go of Wendy as he tugged his shirt up over head, dropping it only to let pants follow, socks kicked off too. He headed towards the bed and sat down, crawling over to Stan's side just to lean in and kiss his neck a few times, perhaps enjoying the fact that he could mess with Stan now more than the idea of a threesome. This was all he'd wanted. Wendy wasn't really 'in the way', she was just part of the equation. Kyle was fine with that though.

The girl just stared, “So... you two are gay?”

“No. Just open. I guess.” Stan said, and Kyle agreed with a little agreeing nod. Hesitantly, Wendy headed towards the bed.

“How.. are we going to do this?”

Stan sat up some, leaning back against the headboard of Kyle's bed, “ You get in my lap and face away, Kyle can get in between my legs and .. yeah.” Kyle was already heading to grab a condom, no need for babies. With that slid onto hard length, he grinned, crawling into place, waiting for Wendy to join them. He leaned over, kissing Stan slowly, yeah he did enjoy being able to do that to Stan, more than he should have. Fuck it, maybe one day he could phase Wendy out all together. Wendy was blushing, tugging her pants down and boots left behind on the floor. Within a moment, everything on that slender, wide-hipped body was left in that pile and she crawled onto the bed, on her knees at her boyfriend's side, breaking up the kiss just to push her way in and kiss him herself. Perhaps she was a little put off by the two kissing, she'd never seen Stan kiss anyone else. Of course, Wendy wasn't going to bitch about him cheating, because obviously he was if he and Kyle were .. well, this! A little shudder escaped as she felt someone touch her, Kyle had slipped a hand between her thighs and pushed fingers along damp slit, grinning. Of course, he got an idea. Shifting, he scooted back and pulled the slim girl into place between Stan's well tanned thighs.

The redhead was soon laying on his back, right beneath Wendy who knew just where he was going and spread her thighs apart, offering herself to him. Without waiting, Kyle grasped her hips and pulled her down so both sets of 'lips' could meet, tongue dipping out into hers, stroking slowly. Stan groaned, hands finding his girlfriend's dark hair in their kiss, pulling her back so he could see just what Kyle was doing down there. Shit. Wendy's eyes were hooded, watching Stan in absolute pleasure as Kyle took his time eating her out, he had even slid a finger up to tease her asshole – since he knew Stan had been there today. “Hnhhh... S-Stan...”

A little whine escaped the girl as Stan eased her downwards, into his lap, which she quickly leaned in and kissed the side of his length, grinning crookedly. No hesitation came from Wendy as she took Stan into her mouth, swallowing him down fully, earning a loud pleased moan from the dark haired guy. “W-Wendy... You're not sore from earlier are you?” Stan was concerned, of course. Her face turned red again, eyes closing slowly as she pulled back, “ A little but... I'll be fine...” Laughing, she wiggled away from Kyle who gave a little huff. She turned around, pushing herself back against Stan, wedging his length between her cheeks and grinding slowly. Stan never took the time to admire her rear from this angle, it was pretty hot. Quickly he grabbed the lube that Kyle had given him, spilling some onto his length and along her crack, grinning a little. Kyle sat up finally, stroking his length and making sure the condom was still on right as he moved between Stan's thighs. With a little shifting, he got himself situated, his legs over Stan's legs, Wendy's legs around Kyle's waist.. it was confusing but it worked, and she found herself sliding down along the Jew's length, panting already. It was quick, and Kyle wasn't being gentle tonight, no, but she was already somewhat loosened from sex earlier.

Stan watched, scooting closer, his balls mushed against Kyle's own, his brows fixed together – the feeling was strange and hot. As Wendy began to descend down Kyle's length, he pushed himself against her rear, letting her push down against him, though he did grasp her hips to help the process along. A loud moan poured from her pinkened lips as she ducked forward, burying her face in Kyle's neck, grinding downwards. It was painful, both of them in her, but it didn't seem like she was complaining. Her hands grasped into the comforter, trying to keep herself from losing it so early. Kyle was panting, shifting as he looped an arm around her waist, leaning over her shoulder to stare with heavily lidded gaze at Stan. How could he resist that look? Obviously, Stan couldn't. He quickly leaned in, pressing his chest against Wendy's back, groaning as he met lips with Kyle, one hand breaking away from that smooth hip to grasp into curls of red, holding his super best friend so he couldn't get away.

Of course, Stan didn't think that Kyle was going to try to get away or anything. Groaning, she began to pull up, putting those thigh muscles to work since she was in charge of keeping the pace. And oh, she kept the pace. Before long she was riding them like a pro, one of her hands slipped between herself and Kyle's bodies, grinding fingers along clit eagerly, panting and moaning. Her other hand was reaching backwards, grabbing into Stan's hair, keeping him up against her back.

Stan broke the kiss only to watch the two of them, leaning back some, against the headboard. Wendy leaned back some too, smiling as she felt Kyle start moving, still trying to rock herself against them both but damn, her legs were tired already. “S-Shit.. this feels good, guys...” Laughing, Kyle ducked over, pushing lips against her breast, tugging nipple between teeth as he moved a hand up, grabbing her other tit only to squeeze slowly.

“I'm... hnn... I'm getting close...” Stan spoke quietly, grinding himself into her body slowly, panting against shoulder. Before long he sat up and pushed her up against Kyle once more as he too sat up. Lips found Kyle's once more and Wendy went back to slamming herself down against the two intrusions, feeling so much fuller than she possibly ever had. Shit, she was going to be sore tonight, but for now, she couldn't help herself but enjoy it. The girl bit into Kyle's shoulder, trying to silence her cries as she slammed fingertips against little nub of pleasure, body tightening against the lengths shoved into her. Gasping and moaning, she felt Stan come – that burst of heat in her triggered her own orgasm, and Kyle wasn't far off, panting as he broke the kiss, bottom lip pulled between teeth.

Slowly Wendy leaned back again, against an exhausted Stan, equally as exhausted herself. Kyle pulled her hips up to tug himself and Stan free, grunting as she sat on his bed, sure to make a nasty mess – he had extra sheets though, he'd just change them later. Slowly he got up and hobbled over to the small garbage can in the corner, tugging off condom slowly to drop it in, grunting as he wiped sensitive flesh off with a tissue and then got back onto the bed. Without thought, he laid out on his side, grinning up at the two of them, Stan already having grasped a corner of the sheets to clean himself off with, Wendy just slumped onto her side, nestling herself back against Kyle's body so she could face Stan as he laid down as well. She blushed, well – they all did, “That... was different.”

“Yeah... Not bad though...” Stan said as he leaned in, drawing his arms around Wendy to pull her close. “ You know I'd do anything for you... You're my beautiful, loving girlfriend... And Kyle's not half bad I guess... I mean, this is freaking weird but... hot.”

“Stan, you talk too much.” Kyle said, reaching over Wendy to ruffle that mess of black hair, grinning like a king, one foot slipping to rub against Stan's leg. Lazily the redhead pulled away, heading into the bathroom to turn on a shower. “ I'll be out in a minute. You two make yourselves at home.” And then he hopped into the shower, not worried about the door being half open.

Stan snuck in closer, kissing those lips over and over again, grinning crookedly, “So how do you think this'd work if you had two boyfriends?”

“Mm... I think it'd be interesting...”

“All right... then that's what we are going to do I guess. Besides, Kyle's a good guy... He'll be good for you. Er. Us.”

“You want to fuck him, don't you?” Wendy just smirked, drawing hands through Stan's shorter hair, rubbing slowly and affectionately.

“Well you don't expect that fat cock to go in me, geeze. I'm impressed you can fit it...” Stan laughed and closed eyes lazily, dozing with the surprisingly pleasing touches of his girlfriend. The only thing that snapped him back awake was the bed dipping down behind him and the sudden warm, damp skin against his bare backside. Shuddering, he tilted his head back, slowly turning to rest on his back, between the two of them. Wendy grinned and curled herself against Stan's side. Kyle leaned down, nudging lips along Stan's eagerly, kissing him a few slow times before he near mimicked Wendy by curling up at Stan's side.

“Yeah. This is nice.”
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