Style - Experimentation

Chapter 3

Kyle stares at his ceiling, thinking about what Craig said at the end of the call.

"Imagine if he did that to you, how would you feel?"

Kyle decides to give it a try. He closes his eyes and pictures Stan next to him, moving his hand up his thigh, looking at him, smiling, and biting his lip. Kyle's eyes shoot open and he looks down, he was hard. "What the fuck?"

Kyle had only ever gotten hard one other time in his life, at a middle school pool party when Stan was tackling him underwater. He didn't know what to do so he looked on google. An article popped up on how to masturbate. Kyle was hesitant but he knew it was supposed to be a normal part of life so he gave it a try, following each step to the best of his ability. 

Kyle unpacks himself and begins to stroke up and down at different speeds as the internet said. "It said to think about something that turns me on... I don't know what turns me on..."

He thinks about a bunch of different things, nothing making a difference, "What got me hard in the first place was..." He thinks of stan touching his thighs again. "Nnng... Woah... that feels good..." he keeps playing out the scenario in his mind until he ejaculates. He looks at his semen-covered hand while he catches his breath. "Stan... turns me on..?" Kyle was more confused now than he was before.

Meanwhile in Stan's room.

Stan listens to the voicemail again, 

"Hey Stan, It's Kyle. I just realized what I did, and what it meant. I swear that's not what I was going for, I just didn't know the implications. I just want to make you feel good again. Let me know if I can do anything to cheer you up."

He records it and clips it down into three segments. 

"Hey Stan, I just want to make you feel good. Let me."

He listens to it over and over, "Oh, god. What am I doing? Seriously? Kyle? He's my best friend, I must be crazy to think about him like this but... It really is helping..." 

Stan touches himself while listening to the voice message. "Hahhh, Kyle..." 

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The next day Stan and Kyle meet at the bus stop like they usually do. Both of them are quiet. They feel embarrassed by what they did separately last night. Cartman and Kenny join them waiting for the bus. "Hey, Stan, Jew. Were you guys busy making out while we were gone?" Cartman teases them as he usually does.

Both Stan and Kyle's faces go red. They look at each other and then quickly look away, it was incredibly awkward. They sit by each other on the bus. Kyle breaks the silence, "Hey, did you get my voicemail?"

Stan won't look Kyle in the eye, "Yes, I did. It's okay, thanks for trying to help. And I'm sorry I didn't respond, I was busy."

"Doing what?"

"Sleeping..."

"Okay."

They return to silence. Kyle started to stare at Stan, trying to figure out why thoughts of him could turn him on so easily. Stan turns his head to look at Kyle, and their faces meet two inches from each other. They both shoot their heads in the opposite direction. "Sorry, I was just looking out the window." Kyle plays it off.