Playground Antics

In the back of every teen's head, there's a little warning flag that goes off every time you stumble into an Internet chat room. That nagging tick that says no, don't do it, don't fall into this trap.

Kyle was no different. He'd had first hand experience with how terrifying online dating sites could be during Cartman's tourette's incident. As Butters would say, the Internet could be 'bad news bears'.

So he had absolutely zero justification for why he was standing in the middle of the city park, staring at his feet as he waited for 'burleyJoCk909'. It wasn't as though he wanted to date online. It was just hard for him, as a gay religious minority in the middle of fuck nowhere Colorado. He snorted, shaking his head at the lunacy of the entire situation. This was insane, HE was insane. The red head checked his wristwatch as the big hand slowly crept past the ten, a flicker of doubt coursing through his frame. Maybe he should leave.

"RedHeadQtie101?"

Kyle sucked in a deep breath, moving to turn, but found that he couldn't. His heart lunged into his throat, fingers instantly shooting up to grab at the hands that held his head in place. "The fuck!?"

"Whoa there." A warm body pressed against his, though it was little comfort as the man's hands refused to budge. "Just answer, don't turn around."

Hesitantly Kyle let his hands drop, crossing his arms over his chest as he forced his nerves to calm. "Yes, it's me." He closed his eyes, biting at his lips. "BurelyJoCk909?"

"Mm." The pressure around his head eased some, but his date kept his hands where they lay. "C'mon. Let's go for a walk."

Alarms went off in his head again and Kyle hesitated. "Do I get to see your face before I follow you off into the dead of night?" He didn't really think he was being unfair. The last thing he wanted was to end up dead in a ditch somewhere the next morning.

"You already have."

The website did have profiles but... "Well, you know." He gave a nervous laugh. "You can never be sure these days. What with PhotoShop and all I mean.

"You can." The voice concluded after a moment of hesitation. "But if you do, the game's over. I leave and this ends."

Game? Kyle fought back a shudder, trying desperately to quell the roll of arousal that pooled in his groin. This was not a good idea. He could practically see the headlines now. 'Local Gay teen found beaten to death in park after meeting up with stranger from chat site'. His mother would launch a campaign against the internet and Ike...poor Ike would be forced to live out his teenaged years fending for his own against their parent's insanity. The smart answer was right there, he just had to turn around, meet his would-be-date and go home. In his mind, he was set on this, but his mouth had other plans. "No."

"No?"

"I mean..." No, not a good idea. This was stupid. "I won't look."

A chillingly familiar chuckle warmed his ears, lips finding the back of his head in a gentle kiss. "Good." A knee nudged at the back of his legs, forcing him to stumble forward. "Move towards the playground."

Kyle did what he was told trudging through the sand and to the edge of the play structure. His mystery man let his hand drop down from the red head's face, placing a palm in the center of the other's back instead. "Move over to the climber."

"The climber?" Kyle looked over to the cage like structure, allowing his date to guide him towards it. "Why are we..."

"Trust me." JoCk boy grasped at Kyle's wrists, crossing the Jew's hands over one of the poles. "And hold still."

Kyle did what he was told; mulling over his late night hook up as the faceless man rustled around with something behind him. His voice sounded forced, about an octave lower than it should have been. It almost made him want to laugh, if it wasn't for the heart stopping arousal that had clenched in his stomach.

He nearly jumped through his skin when something soft suddenly fell forward over his eyes.

"It's okay." The fabric tightened, the soft swish of a knot binding at the back of his head. A few strands of hair got caught in the cloth, causing him to flinch in discomfort. "I'm not going to hurt you." Something thick wrapped around his wrists, tugging them tight against the metal pole before fastening with a soft click. A belt.

"What..." Kyle swallowed, his eyelashes straining against the cloth that restricted them. "What are you going to go."

"Nothing you don't want to." Hands circled around his waist, popping the button on his jeans and working down the zipper. "We can stop any time."

Holy shit. Kyle felt his eyes roll back beneath the blindfold, the stranger's hand wasting no time in diving down the front of his jeans. "Y...yeah."

A slender body molded over his back, strong fingers wrapping around his blooming erection. Kyle fought back a groan of pure pleasure, leaning his head down to rest on his bound hands. It felt good having someone else touch him for once. Jerking off could only do so much for a guy after seventeen years.

His hips subconsciously rolled forward and he groaned. "Shit." The fingers squeezed carefully along the head of his cock, rolling a palm in the most deliciously slow movement across the crown of his hardened flesh. At this rate, his

Taking his whimpers as a sign to go ahead, the stranger's soft squeezing turned into quick, strong pulls. Kyle could barely take it. He shook his head, grinding his ass back into the stranger's erection, gasping airily. Any minute and someone could drive by, or jog past them on the path.

It was thrilling, but terrifying, and completely and totally stupid. But at the same time, it was so incredibly, unexplainably hot. "Fuck, ah..."

He pushed back harder against the body behind him, eliciting a startled, unguarded moan from his faceless lover. Kyle stiffened a bit, his brows creasing. He knew that voice.

He leaned his head up a bit, looking blindly over his shoulder, mouth still parted in a gasp. He knew that voice, he just couldn't put his finger on it. His mystery man. Straining against the bindings about his wrists he opened his mouth to speak, to ask for a name. He wanted to, but a part of him knew that if he did, this would all be over. Instead he let out a guttural moan, sucking in his trembling breath. "F...fuck me."

The steady rhythm stuttered and it was the stranger's turn to let out a shocked gasp. It took a moment before the calm demeanor returned and those hands were around his waist once again. His jeans were tugged down to his ankles, taking his underwear with them. Should anyone walk by now...

His thoughts cut short, mind blanking with a trembling shudder as fingers trailed down the curve of his ass. While one hand braced the small of his back, the other left his skin, only to return slicked in something cool and wet. A finger pushed into him, spreading him a little too quickly and sending a burning jolt up his spine and causing him to cry out. The shear force of the sensation, being unable to see or feel, rocked him to the very core. A second finger was added, scissoring within him, pushing deep into his body.

He started, the tip of a blunted nail brushing against something delicious, causing his vision to spin. He almost came right there, but he managed to hold it, not wanting this to stop. Not yet. The third finger pushed past the tight ring of muscles and Kyle just couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck me..." He cried, clenching helplessly at the air with his bound hands. "Please!"

His night time lover stopped, tugging his fingers out quickly, leaving the red head feeling empty and wanton. Though his mystery man didn't fail to disappoint, a crinkling sound filing the air before a blunt pressure slipped into his body, stretching him wide and leaving him gasping. "Shit." Again that voice, natural and guttural, sending trembles down Kyle's spine. "You're so tight."

"Ngh." Kyle shifted as his unknown lover pushed in to the hilt, stilling to allow the red head time to adjust. The notion was sweet, though Kyle had trouble appreciating it in his current state. "Don't stop." The red head groaned deeply, pushing his hips back with as much force as he could muster. "I...fuck! Move!"

Kyle cried out sharply at the delicious burn of the other's cock sliding out of his body, only to be knocked breathless as he was impaled once more. The pace was slow at first, picking up with each passing moment and sending jolts of pleasure careening throughout his body. Fuck. It felt so. Damned. Good.

"Ah." He twisted his hands in their binds, desperate to grasp, to hold, to touch, but he was held steady against the bars. Shit. He was helpless, defenseless even. It was breath taking. "Fuck. Yes."

"You're tight. You're so fucking tight." The man's growl was becoming more believable by the moment, and it sent shivers up his spine.

He let his eyes shut beneath the blindfold, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He couldn't think, he couldn't even breathe.

Each thrust had him squirming, begging for more, reaching out to a phantom face that slowly began to take shape in his mind. The hands that held his hips were soft and pale, leading up to strong arms and a smooth, flat chest. His face was round with a bright smile, deep blue eyes and dark black hair and... "Guh...S-Stan!"

They both froze, their actions stilling as the word escaped Kyle's lips. The red head felt his chest tighten, the realization of his slip up striking to his core. "Oh fuck." He began, rattling the buckle of the belt as he strained to turn. "Shit man, I'm so sor-"

His words were cut off with a sharp growl from his man, his cock striking deep as his pace picked up once more. Kyle was at a loss for words, any excuse he'd meant to come up with faded away almost instantly. Passion leached through each move, lips finding the back of his throat and latching down in a sharp bite.

Faster. Harder. Kyle wasn't sure how long he could take it. "Ah, ah!"

His lover growled deeply, hands wrapping around the red head's cock to pump in time with his movements. His tongue lathed over the bite mark, kisses trailing up to the curve of Kyle's ear. "Let." Thrust. "It." Thrust. "Go." Thrust. "Kyle."

"Ngh!" Kyle cried out sharply, bucking into the other's grasp as he shot hard. His insides clenched, squeezing around his date's last thrusts, before the body behind him stiffened and a thick warmth splashed into the plastic between their bodies. The red head was sure that even without the blindfold, he wouldn't have been able to see straight. The way the other had said his name just left him trembling and...wait.

Kyle sucked in a deep breath, leaning over his shoulder, still unable to see. "W-wait." He gasped, forcing his mind to clear as he clenched his hands in the air. "Wait. What did you call me?"

"It's your name isn't it." The man was a bit shaky, his deep grumble virtually melting from his voice. Kyle knew that voice.

His mystery man pulled back, tying off the condom before tossing it lazily to the side, his hands trailing up to work on the belt around his wrists. The buckle fell back with a small clink, and Kyle grabbed hold of the play structure in front of him. He didn't quite trust his legs yet.

He took a deep breath, turning around with a harsh tremble. He could stay upright, at least until he figured this out. His hands were shaking uncontrollably as he lifted them, his fingers just barely brushing the soft fabric before his wrists were caught once more. He didn't resist, he just stood there, half naked, fucked out of his mind and held in that strong grasp once more.

"I want to know before you take it off." The man whispered, leaning forward, to press his lips to the redhead's brow. "I want to know, who's Stan?"

Kyle closed his eyes beneath the fabric, taking in a trembling breath. "My best friend."

"Do you want him?" The lips pulled back, hands dropping from his wrists to cup his face. Kyle opened his mouth, but no words came out. His chest hurt, his stomach flipping nervously. He knew that voice, but all he could do was give a shaky nod.

Those fingers tugged at the edges of the blindfold, pulling it down around the readhead's neck.

Kyle blinked, his eyes straining to adjust to the darkness that engulfed him, before his eyes fell upon the teen at his front. Tall, dark hair, and brilliant blue eyes. "You bastard." He grumbled, his hands reaching up to grasp his best friend's face, giving his cheeks a sharp squeeze. "You unbelievable. Sexy. Bastard."

Stan smiled sheepishly, his thumb rubbing circles along Kyle's Jaw. "I take it you're not mad then?" He'd been so calm, so confident through out, but now Kyle could see the flush along his cheekbones. He was nervous too...it was almost, cute. "I don't suppose this would be a good time to ask if you'd go out with me?"

This was unbelievable. Unbe-fucking-lievable. "You cyberstalked me!" Kyle protested, jabbing Stan in the chest. "You, you dragged me out in the middle of the night, blind-sided me, blind-folded me, and...and..." He felt his own traitorous cheeks heat up, cursing his inner ginger. "And fucked me, in the middle of a public park."

Not so smug now. Stan cringed. "Should I take that as a no?"

Kyle reached up, grabbing the collar of his best friends shirt and tugging down, hard. Their lips collided, a messy, desperate and long-waited for kiss, all the tension over their years together just melting away. Kyle breathed out a sigh of relief, leaning back and licking his lips. "You should take that as a sign that you owe me a really, really nice fucking dinner."

Stan blinked. It was nice to see that dumb jock stunned for a change. Though the befuddlement didn't last long, and he was soon grinning right along with his new found lover. "Deal."

"Oh, and Stan?"

"Hm?" A hand ran through Kyle's hair, lips finding the corner of his ear in a rumbling hum.

"Next time, we use a bed."