Before he cheats

chapter 1 and 2 was fantasy

"Kyle, I know you're aware of this, but I have to say, I want you too, but I'm with Stan. Please don't get mad at me. Come here and let me touch your sexy chest." I mumbled in my sleep, reach under my pajamas pants, and start fondling my hard erection. "I always wanted you," I was having another fantasy of Kyle and me having sex on his couch again, but this was real and different. Kyle was the seducer, and I was the victim, out of character, weak and wanted Kyle to give me a blowjob. What is wrong with me? I supposed to hate Kyle with all my heart, dislike him for being smart, caring, polite and beautiful. But I can't. I was in denial, and in love with the Jew. I can't help but think about him every day in school and our group studies at his house.

I opened my eyes and wiped the crust off my eyelids while my stomach growls. I was hungry and a little horny from jacking off to imaginary Kyle. I got out of bed, remove my stained pajamas pants and toss them in the wastebasket and head to the bathroom to start another crappy day in South Park.

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"Hey, Eric." I turned around in the backyard and saw my boyfriend enter in through the gate. I dropped my popsicle stick on a napkin and smiled warmly at him on the picnic bench. Stan always brings a smile on my face when I'm bored and lonely.

"We have a big quiz Friday and Kyle want the four of us to study in his house if you're okay with it," I feel a lump in my throat as I already picture myself cheating on Stan with Kyle. My fantasy was going to be a reality in four days.

"You don't have any appointments on Friday, do you? And what about Kenny? Does he has to work overtime?" I asked tensely, not wanting to lose Stan and destroy our relationship. Stan means the world to me, and I don't want to blow that up.

Stan took a sit next to me on the bench, resting his head on my shoulder, "No, and I don't know. Why'd you asked?"

I blushed nervously, unwrapping another popsicle hastily. "I just want to make sure everybody makes it Friday that's all. We don't want to fail and take summer school."

Stan smiled at my interest in studying, unaware about my real reason why I want him and Kenny to be there at Kyle's house.

"Can an asshole like me share his interest of the public education system once in a while?" I pressed a cold red popsicle on the bridge of Stan's nose.

Stan wrinkled his nose, snuggling close to me. "I just hope you and Kyle won't get into each other throats while we study. I know you two don't like each other but can you guys get along? Even for a day when I'm not there?"

'Stanley, you don't know half the secret I'm hiding from you.' I thought, sucking the red popsicle in full regret.