Stan's POV
"Dad.. I think... uh... I think I'm gay..." I hug my self and glance up to see his reaction.
Dad bounces off his feet and stares at me. "Oh my god! Stan!" He exclaims.
"Dad it's really not that big of a deal..." I shrug as I say.
"Not even bi? You're just into guys?!" He exclaims
"I think so... yeah... or at least... uh... masculinity..." I nod, and he grabs my shoulders.
"No this isn't good... we've gotta get you help we've gotta get you fixed..." he sat me down and began looking at stuff on his computer.
"Alright Stan, we're gonna send you to a camp that's gonna fix you." Dad says
"This really isn't-" I get cut off by him
"Yes it is!" He exclaims
(A few days later)
Dad drops me off at the camp, and walks me in. There's a counselor that greets us. He doesn't want to touch me. Though he takes me from my dad and shows me around the facility.
"Just to make sure nobody slips up during camp we assign everybody, an Accountabilibuddy. Your accountability will be Craig." He opens the door I'm met with some kid who I guess is Craig. He's sitting at a table fucking with something, I think he's drawing. He's got some marks around his neck. They aren't hickeys they kinda look like rope burns.
"I'll leave you two be to get aquatinted." He smiles as he shuts the door.
"Unaccepting parents?" He asks as he continues drawing.
"Uh... yeah... it's because I don't think I'm Bi..." I admit
"Gay?" He asks "Yeah don't worry. I am too. Been here for about three months. No sign of getting better. Actually, if anything I think I've only been longing even more. I just want to touch someone..." he pressed the pencil down even more. He must be getting frustrated.
"Yeah. My dad is fucking stupid to think that this is gonna work..." I look at the beds in the room.
"Which one is mine?" I ask as I look at him.
"The one on the right." He answers, I nod and put my stuff down by it.
"What are you drawing?" I ask as I look over his shoulder. He's got the eyes on each one scratched out, but it's two guys who appear to be holding hands, yet facing away from each other. I only catch a small glimpse before he covers it
"Nothing." He answers. I sit at the table with him and stare at him. Well... I'm just looking. He's very attractive. He's on the skinny side. I wonder if he eats normally...
"Are you eating normally?" I ask
He shrugs "doesn't matter."
"God you know how to make this awkward." I shake my head. He finally puts his pencil down and looks up at me. His harsh expression softening as he stares at me. He gets up and walks over to me, taking my hand with both of his. He looks into my eyes and admires my features. He takes brings my hand up and kisses it softly.
My free hand goes to wrap around his waist. He is very frail. He needs to take care of himself a bit better. He let's go of my hand and feels my chest.
"You're... very attractive..." he comments, I turn a bit red.
"I...I am?" I ask as he continues to feel around me.
"Yeah..." He answers and he continues touching me until he hears the door open, he goes back to his spot and continues drawing.
"I see you two are getting well aquatinted. I saw Craig up. Haven't seen him get out of that chair up in about two weeks." He stated
"Really?" I ask as I glance at him
"He's fallen into a depression, but we're hoping the hand of Jesus will lift him up and pull him from the depression, we're just having him do more verses, have you been getting them, Mr. Tucker?" He asks. Craig holds up his notebook filled with different verses. He then turns some pages, and continues to draw.
"Craig will tell you how things go around here, and you can join him in writing verses, as you're accountabilibuddyable for his actions." He shuts the door and I look at him.
"What did you do?" I ask
"They caught me masturbating to gay porn." He rolled his eyes.
"Oh... so... did you have a buddy before me?" I ask, and he nodded
"Yeah, but he wasn't as cute as you, and he believed it... he recently got to go home... completely cured..." he shrugged
"I won't be... I'm gonna be here for a bit... I don't... I don't want to be straight..." I admit
He pulls himself back up from his chair and walks over to me. He cups my cheek and we look each other dead in the eyes. I can tell he's in love with me. I can see the sparkle in his eyes. I know he can see that I love him. It's... complicated. That our bodies know before our minds do. He pulls me forward and kisses me passionately. I smile against his lips before it slowly dies as I kiss back and grip him. Though he's quick to pull away.
"We can't..." he starts "it's too risky..."
"Yeah, but I don't really care... kissing you felt really good, and I want to do it again..." I turn completely red as I admit that, where's my goddamn filter?
"Do you know what they'll do to us if they find our that we even kissed?" He goes back to his seat and puts his head on the table.
"No? If you didn't know... I just got here ten minutes ago." I smirk at him
"Oh god what's wrong with me?" He mumbled from the table "I kissed a goddamn stranger!" He groaned
"No you didn't. I know you..." I shrug "Mr. Craig Tucker. Everyone at school was wondering where you went."
"You're... who are you?" He asks
"I'm uh... Stan. Stan Marsh." I answer, and he turns completely red as he stares up at me.
"I must really be fucked from this place... I didn't even recognize you..." he chuckles
"I've grown some facial hair since you left." I chuckle as I feel the stubble on my face
"It's nice. Fitting for you." He answers, he's got a blush now as he stares at me and smiles "So you're gay, Marsh?" He as after a few moments "What about the infatuation with Wendy?"
"She's a bitch. God she's a bitch. I want to be with a dude.. I want cockkkk..." I put my head against the table.
"Ohhhkayyyyy..." he says awkwardly "Well uh... Stan... I kinda do wanna... try something with you..." he admits
"Now that you know who I am it's easier?" I ask, smiling.
"Now I remember staring at you, I remember having a thing for you after I got over Tweek." He smiled as he got up, and walked back over to me.
"How often do they check on us?" I ask
"God I don't time it. It's not very though... they expect us to behave..." He let out a chuckle and leaned against me, taking a stab at feeling the stubble on my face. "Stan lets be together..." he blurts out.
"Boyfriends... together?" I ask, and he just nods, oh my god I just got here and I've already got this guy wanting to be with me. I mean. He's cute... attractive... I want to try this... to be with a guy. No matter how wrong it seems in the eyes of all these people.
I lean in and press my lips to his once more. He's gonna he my boyfriend, and I'm gonna be his. I make a small noise in the kiss that makes him pull away.
"We have to be careful..." he reminds me, and I nod in understanding.
We have to be careful.
