WARNING: The following may include: Adult themes, strong language, prepubescent sexual conduct, homosexuality, bullying, alcoholism. You have been warned.

Note: Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own South park. (Obviously.)

Chapter one

"Hey, Kahl!"

Kyle turned around, surprised to see Cartman in the doorway to the bathroom. Kyle quickly slipped his trademark hat back on, slightly embarrassed to be seen without it on. His three friends and him were all at Cartman's house. At first they were all playing video games until Cartman, after losing a good few times, rage quitted, and left the three, locking himself in his bedroom. Half an hour later, Kyle went upstairs to the bathroom to fidget with his hair. By now Stan and Kenny, if they hadn't left already, were probably on their way out the door, as they had told Kyle they were planning on leaving since they were bored and Cartman had left. Kyle hadn't opposed, as he too had become bored. Video games were only fun for so long.

"What?" Kyle asked.

"...What were you doing with your hair?"

"Nothing, I wasn't doing anything…" Kyle replied defensively, "Now, what were you gonna say?"

"Well, I was just on my computer, and I read something really interesting!"

"What?"

"Well, this may sound kinda weird, but I think it's something worth trying." Cartman pulled something from behind his back. "We'll pry need this to do it though."

Kyle took the item from the chubby boy's hand. "Body oil?"

"Yeah, I was on the internet,and I stumbled across this website. It said that certain parts of your body can make you feel extremely good if you touch them the right way."

Kyle lifted an eyebrow at the larger boy. "Really? What parts?"

"Well, apparently for a guy, touching his weiner a certain way can make them feel really good, almost like getting high."

"Really? Are you sure? I've touched mine before, but I didn't feel anything…"

"You probably just weren't doing it right. Plus, I read that if you have someone else do it to you, it feels waaay better."

"...How are you supposed to touch it?"

"Well, you're supposed to stroke it in your hand over and over again until it starts to feel good or something."

"Huh. But what the hell is this for?" Kyle gestured to the body oil.

"The website said that you need to use some sort of ointment to prevent your skin from getting a friction burn, and it said skin oil could work fine."

Kyle looked at the bottle, and then at Cartman. "I don't know if I want to… can't you just do it to yourself?"

"Well I guess, but then It wouldn't work as well, and it'd be boring to do it alone. Besides, I'd probably look really stupid." Kyle still had an unsure look on his face. "Oh, c'mon, don't you want to try it?"

"Well I guess I am curious now…" Kyle replied.

"Good, then let's do it. First, we'll need to lather our hands in the body oil."

"Oh, uh right." Kyle lifted the lid on the bottle.

Cartman swiped the bottle out of Kyle's hand. "Not so fast Kahl, I'm going to do you first."

"What? Why?"

"Che, because I'll probably be way better at it then you," Cartman replied. "Besides, it was my Idea, so I should be the one to decides who goes first, and I nominate you to be the guinea pig."

"Fine, whatever." Kyle replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Cartman tilted the bottle and poured a generous amount of the oil into his palm, and rubbed it all over his hands.

"Alright Kyle, unzip your pants."

Kyle lowered his hand to do just that, but stopped. "Wait… I feel kind of embarrassed…"

"Don't be, It's not like I haven't seen it before. You're not special Kyle, Now stop being such a girl, and whip your dick out already. Besides, I already covered my hands in oil."

Hesitantly, the red head unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. "There, that's all I can do. You're gonna have to do the rest."

The heavier boy huffed. "Alright, fine."

Cartman closed the distance between him and his friend and reached down into the boys boxers until he grabbed the desired organ in his hand, and began stroking it.

"Eek! Your hands are cold!" Kyle yelped, shuddering slightly.

"Sorry. Don't worry, they'll warm up."

After a moment, Kyle got a little more used to the feeling. It was starting to feel… really strange. But also kind of good…

"Well?"

"It… It feels weird… but also kind of good…" Kyle replied.

Cartman picked up his pace, moving his hand faster. Kyle could feel himself having a hard time standing, and grabbed onto Cartman's arms for support.

"Th-that feels really… keep doing that…" Kyle said, his breaths getting sharper.

Cartman continued at a steady pace. "Do you feel good yet?"

"Yeah…" Kyle replied, "But I think it works better if you go faster. Can you go even faster?"

"Sure." Cartman replied, and sped up his pace.

"Ah! Oh my god… Oh god…" Kyle, having an even harder time standing up, leaned onto Cartman even more. He could feel his face flush, and closed his eyes to better focus on the feeling of his lower body. Cartman's hand was feeling more and more amazing to him as each second passed.

"Wa- wait! I feel like i'm gonna-" was all Kyle managed to say before, to his horror, he felt something come out. Cartman then pulled his hand away. "I-I'm so sorry!" Kyle apologized, "I didn't mean to-"

"Kyle, relax. That's supposed to happen." Cartman reassured him, wiping his hand off on a towel.

"Really?"

"Yea, don't worry. It just means that your finished."

"O-oh." Kyle let out a chuckle of relief.

"So how was it? Did it… feel good?"

"Uh…" Kyle felt his face turn redder, zipping himself back up, "It's kinda hard to describe… but yeah, It felt really good."

Cartman stared at his friend like he were odd. "...You sure looked like you enjoyed it. Is it really that good?"

Kyle shrugged, embarrassed, though he couldn't figure out why. "It was okay I guess…"

"Huh. Oh well, guess I get to find out." Cartman replied, tossing the oil to Kyle. "Now do me."

"Right." Kyle lathered up his hands in the slick oil. It felt good, and it smelled good too.

By the time Kyle was finished and stepped over to Cartman, he already had his pants unzipped. Trying to imitate what Cartman had done, Kyle slipped his hands down, and wrapped his hand around the younger boy's member. The oil made it much easier to stroke the sensitive skin. Curios, Kyle looked up at Cartman face.

The boy was already blushing lightly, and was looking off to the side.

At first Kyle worried he was doing something wrong until he heard Cartman begin to pant and even moan slightly. "Ah…."

Feeling encouraged, Kyle sped up his pace, surprising the other boy. "Ah! He-hey… it's getting hard to stand…"

"Just lean against me."

Cartman did just that, and Kyle concentrated on Cartman's face, almost transfixed. He had an almost troubled expression, and his face was red. 'He looks kinda cute…' went through Kyle's mind. Wait? What the heck? Why would he think that?

Wanting to see Cartman's expression change even more, Kyle sped up his pace as fast as he could.

"Ah!...ah…" Cartman moaned. He seemed to be lasting longer than Kyle had. "Kyle, that's… that's…"

Cartman almost felt like he was gonna crumple to the ground from the sensation, and couldn't contain his moans anymore. "Ah! Ah… ah… ah!"

Kyle felt something sticky pool into his hand, realized that this meant Cartman must be finished, and retracted his hand.

"Holy shit…" Cartman said, sliding down the wall, "That was amazing…"

Kyle washed his hands off in the sink. He couldn't help but grin a little, and feel slightly giddy.

"We seriously have to do that again sometime."

Cartman stood up and looked over towards the jewish boy.

"Hey, where are Stan and Kenny?"

"They left already."

"Lame. Wanna play video games for a little longer?"

"Just the two of us?"

"Yea."

Kyle thought for a moment. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, so he agreed. "Okay." ********

Days went by as usual, and Cartman asked his group of friends if they wanted to come over for a sleepover, and they all agreed.

The night of the sleepover the gang spent the evening watching movies, playing games, and eating junk food, uninterrupted until late when they all voted to go to bed.

The four boys all got cozy in there sleeping bags and closed there eyes. When Cartman thought that everyone was asleep, he scooted off his bed and shook Kyle by his shoulder.

"Kyle, wake up." Cartman whispered.

"Whu? Huh?" Kyle blinked his eyes open. "What do you want Cartman?"

"Let's do that thing again real quick?"

"What thing…" Kyle quickly remembered the event from a few days ago. "Oh… that." Kyle shifted nervously in his sleeping bag. "You wanna do that now?"

"Yeah, c'mon."

"I don't know…"

"C'mon, please? Don't you want to feel that way again?"

"Hmmm…" Kyle quickly decided that he did kinda want to feel that good again, so he agreed "Alright, I'm coming."

The two boys walked over to the bathroom, Kyle wiping sleep from his eye.

Cartman flipped the lightswitch to on, and shut the door. He pulled the body oil from behind his back. "I already got this…"

Kyle took the bottle from him. "Want me to do you first?"

"Yeah, okay."

Kyle tipped the bottle and poured the oil into his hands, and then stepped closer to the heavier boy who already had his pajama bottoms lowered slightly.

Kyle reached down and began stroking the boy's sensitive organ slowly. He watched Cartman face closely as he quickened his pace. "...Feel good yet?"

Cartman nodded, afraid what would come out if he opened his mouth. "Yeah- ah!" The larger boy squeezed his eyes shut, his face hot, and grabbed onto Kyle's arms to support his shaking legs. Kyle couldn't quite place the flustered feeling he felt in his stomach as he watched Cartman's face and listened to the sweet sound of him moaning.

"Ah… ah! ah...hah…"

Cartman's breaths became heavier.

"Im… Im close…" was all he managed to say before he felt the sensation of release.

Kyle quickly pulled his hand away, And the larger boy cleaned himself up. Despite it being over, His face was still red and he was still panting a little.

'"...Well, I guess I'll do you now."

"Yeah, ok…" Kyle replied, wiping off his hands. "But um… this is actually becoming really embarrassing, so can I face away from you?"

Cartman nodded. "Yeah, maybe that's a good idea." He said as he lathered his hands with the oil.

Kyle propped himself up against the wall on his forearms, and waited. He felt the larger boy step up from behind, and begin touching him. At first the strokes were slow, so Kyle could get used to the feeling, but eventually they sped up a little bit, making Kyle feel really good.

"Ah! ah…" kyle moaned.

"feel good yet?"

"Y-yeah, that f-feels good…" Kyle managed to respond. "Can you go even faster?"

"Sure." Cartman replied, speeding up his pace.

Kyle could no longer hold back his moans as the larger boy sped up his pace. "Ah! Ah! ...ah… Ah, I'm- ah! I'm about to-" was all Kyle managed to say before he felt the similar feeling of something coming out, and then Cartman pulling his hand away.

Cartman washed his hands, as Kyle pulled his pants back up. "Hey Cartman, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Have you… done this when anyone else? With Stan or Kenny?"

"No, just you." Cartman replied, and then added, "It wouldn't be as fun with one of them."

Kyle didn't know why this made him smile.

"What about you?" Cartman asked.

"No, no one."

"Oh… good… It's like our special thing then…"

"Let's go to bed now?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, let's go."

The two boys left the bathroom and went to sleep. ********

For the next couple of days, Kyle found himself wanting to spend more time with Cartman, and the two hung out more together, sometimes just the two of them. They even didn't fight like they usually did, and were being nice to each other. Their other two friends were beginning to notice.

Stan walked into Cartman's house saturday afternoon to find his best friend playing videogames with Cartman. Alone. just the two of them. They were even sitting closer to eachother than usual.

"Dude, Kyle, what the hell? Why have you and Cartman gotten so close lately?"
Kyle looked over to his best friend, slightly confused. "What are you talking about?"

"These past two days, you've been spending all your time hanging out with him."

Kyle thought about it. Come to think of it, him and Cartman had seemed to have gotten closer lately. But Kyle couldn't think of a specific reason why. Kyle shrugged, "I don't know, Cartman's just been really cool lately."

"Yeah. And Kyle's been pretty cool lately too. So what if we hang out a little?" Cartman added.

Stan let out a huff of annoyance. "Whatever." He said, and then left.

Monday at school, Kyle realized that he felt uneasy about what Cartman and him had been doing, and decided he needed to talk to someone, so he made his way over to the counselor's office.

"Hi ."

"Hello Kyle, there something you need to talk to me about?"

The redhead shifted in his seat nervously. "Uh, yeah, I think so. It's just… It's a little embarrassing…"

"Don't worry Kyle, you don't need to feel embarrassed when you talk to me, m'kay? I want you to feel comfortable about talking to me about anything, that's what I'm here for. Anything you say in this office is completely confidential. Anything we discuss doesnt leave this room if you don't want it too, m'kay?

The redhead nodded. "Okay. I just had a question about something."

The large headed man nodded, "Alright."

Kyle took a deep breath, before asking, "Is it normal for two friends to occasionally… touch each other a little? Y'know, to feel good?"

looked at Kyle Questionably. "You mean… like hugging each other?"

"No, not that," Kyle said, "Like… touching each other's private areas a little bit cause it feels good."

"Oh… oh!" replied, startled, "Well Kyle, that's usually something that adults do, not 10 year olds like yourself…" Kyle was silent for a moment. "Kyle have you… have you been doing this with a classmate?"

Kyle felt very embarrassed, but nodded.

After a pause, said, "...M'kay... well, as I said, you really shouldn't be doing that sort of thing at your age."

"Why not?"

"Well, that sort of thing is considered sexual, m'kay, and it's what two adults do when they're in love with each other."

Kyle gave his counselor a confused look. "Sexual? I thought that was when two people try to have a baby together?"

strung his fingers together. "Kyle, It's true that here at school we teach children that sex is something that a man and a women do for having children only, but a lot of the time people have sex just to pleasure each other, y'know, make each other feel good, m'kay?"

Kyle sat at the edge of his seat. Had what he and Cartman doing… been sexual? "I- I think I have to go." kyle said, jumping up and leaving the room.

Kyle didn't want to face Cartman, but knew he had to. After school, Kyle went to talk to Cartman at his house.

"Cartman, we need to talk."

"Oh, hey Kyle. What about?"

"It's about… that thing we've been doing together."

"Oh." Cartman blushed slightly. "Do you want to do it right now?"

"What? No! Cartman look, I think what we've been doing together is… considered sex."

Cartman gave the jewish boy a confused look. "What? I thought sex was when people try to have a baby-"

"Yeah, I know, I did to." Kyle interrupted, "But apparently making someone feel good counts as sex."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I even checked the internet."

Cartman had a horrified look on his face. "Dude, I didn't know! I swear!"

"Neither did I, alright? I think the best thing to do is for us to forget about it and never do it again, and definitely never tell anyone about it. Alright?"

Cartman nodded. "Yeah, okay…"

Kyle didn't understand why part of him felt sad, but regardless, knew he and Cartman were doing the right thing. ********

A few nights later, the four boys were once again having a sleepover at Cartman's house, but Kyle was having a hard time falling asleep. He kept shifting and rolling over in his sleeping bag. His thoughts kept drifting to what Cartman and him had done.

Kyle felt someone shaking his shoulder. "Kyle? Are you awake?"

Kyle turned over to see Cartman right next to him.

"Yeah…" He replied "Why? What is it?"

"I.. I can't sleep."

Kyle felt himself blush a little. "...I can't either." He admitted.

There was a moment of silence before Cartman asked, "Hey Kyle? Do you think we could do that thing one more time?"

"You know we can't! Were not supposed to…"

"Yeah, but we've already done it twice. What's it gonna hurt if we do it just one more time?"

Kyle considered this. He felt torn. Part of him knew it was bad, but another part knew that he really wanted to do it.

Cartman reached over, and stroked Kyle's arm lightly. "C'mon, don't you want to?"

Kyle felt himself cave in. "Alright, fine. Just one more time."

The two boys walked over to the bathroom. "Do you want me to do you first?" Cartman asked, after shutting the door behind them.

"No, It's okay, I can do you first."

Cartman gave the older boy and empathetic look. "Or… we could both do each other at the same time?"

"...Okay." Was Cartman's reply.

Both boys lathered their hands in oil, and positioned themselves in front of each other. Kyle slid his hand in first, followed by Cartman.

Kyle immediately welcomed the familiar good feeling, the quilt now the farthest thing from his mind as he let himself become engrossed by the feeling.

Cartman let out a whimper of delight as Kyle picked up his pace in hopes that Cartman would to, which he did. Kyle began panting slightly and turned his head to look over at the larger boy. The two locked eyes with each other, as they continued, not wanting to break the eye contact.

'ever' Kyle thought to himself. He wanted to feel like this forever. It was a long shot, but Kyle had the urge lean over and… no he couldn't… could he?

After weighing whether to or not, Kyle decided to just go ahead and try, and leaned forward the inch necessary and kissed the larger boy.

At first Cartman didn't respond, but after the shock wore off, began kissing the older boy back.

It was a battle of their mouths attacking each other, no holding back. As they feverishly kissed each other like it were the one thing they'd always wanted, they continued to speed up their pace until both boys were in heaven.

They panted across each others mouths, leaning against each other for support as they finished off.

"Ah! ah… "Kyle moaned between kisses, finally feeling himself release.

"Ah!" With a final moan, Cartman finished as well, and the two panted heavily, holding each other upright.

Kyle thought that Cartman was going to get mad when he felt him grab him by the shoulders, push him up against the wall, and began deeply kissing him.

Kyle closed his eyes, and even though he knew he shouldn't, held the boy close and kissed back. Eventually, after a minute, the boys separated, a trail of saliva still connecting them. Kyle was almost sad it was over, but he was tired.

"Let's go to bed now, yeah?"

The boys tiptoed back into Cartman's room, still standing close. Kyle really didn't want to have to let go of Cartman, so he asked, "Can I sleep on your bed with you?"

Cartman nodded, and the two boys slipped under his covers, holding each other in their arms. *********

When Kyle Broflovski woke that fateful thursday morning, It was to the sound of his friends voice as he was shaken awake.

"Kyle, wake up!"

The redhead blinked his eyes open. "Stan?"

His other friend, Kenny Mccormick, spoke up. "Why are you sleeping in Cartman's bed?"

The memories of the events of the previous night all came back to him in a flash,and he sat up. "Uhh…" Was all Kyle managed to say.

The heavier boy, due to all the commotion, began to wake, and sat up. "What are you guys doing?" He asked, groggily.

"Were taking him away from you." Stan replied, gesturing to his best friend Kyle, "You guys have been actin way too close lately, and it's weird." Stan began dragging the jewish boy towards the door. "C'mon Kyle, we already got your stuff, now let's go."

Cartman may have been groggy, but he wasn't to groggy to feel a little sad watching Kyle be taken away from him. He also wasn't to groggy to see a similar sad look on Kyle as he was dragged out the door.

On the way to school, against their other two friends wishes, Kyle and Cartman chose to sit beside each other on the school bus. Stan and kenny sat behind them, constantly pulling them apart whenever they tried to lean closer to each other, or hold hands.

Once at school, the pair weren't much better. They tried to hold hands in the hallway, but were briskly pulled apart by their other two friends. At lunch, Stan guided Kyle to sit with him, and Kenny made Cartman follow him to the other side of the cafeteria.

"Ay!" Cartman protested. "Why can't I sit with Kyle?"

"Mmmph mmph, mph." Kenny replied.

Not more than a glance was shared between the two boys for the rest of the school day.

That evening, Kyle twiddled with his phone. It was late,and everyone in his house was already asleep, except for him. All he could think about was how much he wanted to see his heavy friend. He blushed at the thought.

Kyle scrolled through his list of contacts on his phone, until stopping at a particular name. He bit down on his bottom lip, until finally lightly tapping the name with his thumb.

Cartman picked up his phone when he heard it ringing. "...Hello?"

"Hey." Kyle replied simply.

"Oh… hey." Cartman replied. He could feel his face heat up just from the sound of the familiar voice. "...Whats up?"

"It's too bad we couldn't hang out together at school…"

"Yea…" Cartman replied, "It sucks…"

Kyle was silent for a moment, just breathing into the phone.

"Ya still there?" Cartman asked.

"Yes" Kyle replied.

"Oh… good."

"Cartman I…" Kyle paused for a moment, " I want to kiss you so bad…"

There was only silence on the other end for a moment, until Kyle heard Cartman reply, "...I want to kiss you too…"

Kyle felt his heart race from hearing those words. "I wanna touch you…"

"I wanna touch you, too."

The conversation was almost too much for Kyle, reminding him of that special feeling him and Cartman could share together. He wanted to feel that way again so bad… more than ever…

"I'm coming over." Kyle said, before hanging up the phone.

Cartman thought he was kidding, but felt his heart skip a beat when he heard a knocking sound at his window.

It was Kyle. Cartman quickly walked over to the window to let him in. After Kyle stepped in, Cartman shut the window again.

First thing, Kyle wrapped Cartman in a tight hug, which Cartman returned. It felt nice, and comforted both of them. They stayed like that for a moment, until Kyle backed away a little, until the two boys could look into each other's eyes. Without a word, Kyle shut his eyes and placed his lips onto Cartman's. Their kiss was slow and deep, and passionate. Kyle felt like he was in heaven at the brunette caressed his arms in soft stroking motions.

Part of Kyle thought that he should object when he felt the younger boy slide his hand under his shirt, but didn't stop him. Nor did he stop him as the brunette tugged on his shirt, but rather peeled the hindering piece of clothing off his body, and threw it to the floor. eventually, the two found themselves both shirtless, and on Cartman's bed. Kyle was on top of the larger boy, the two still kissing deeply and passionately. Kyle loved the way it felt as Cartman's hands roamed his body, his own hands caressing the soft unblemished skin of the boy beneath him.

"Touch me…" Kyle panted, "down there…"

Kyle felt a surge of pleasure as Cartman slid his hand beneath the hem of his pajamas and began stroking him. Kyle decided to return the favor, and savored Cartman's delicious moans as he rubbed him below the waist.

Cartman's skin felt like velvet beneath him, and was really beginning to feel good when he heard Cartman whisper in his ear, "Take your pants off…"

Kyle moved off of him, and removed both his pants and underwear, knowing what Cartman meant. Cartman did the same. Kyle climbed back on top, and was surprised by the feeling of both of their lower regions brushing against each other. It felt heavenly, and both moaned as the rocked their hips.

Eventually, Kyle brought his hand back down, and stroked the both of them. Even after both of them came, they continued to kiss and touch each other for hours, neither of them ever wanting the night to end. Finally, Kyle knew he would have to head back home soon, and put his clothes back on. Before he left through the window though, he gave Cartman one last soft goodnight kiss.

Kyle snuck back to his room, and fell asleep completely exhausted by the previous activity the two engaged in. ********

The next morning, when Kyle got to the bus stop, all of his friends were there. His friend Stan had something he wanted to say to him.

"Look, now that you're both here, I just wanted to say that, well… If you two are becoming close friends, then maybe It's a good thing…" Stan looked at the ground. "Me and Kenny are sorry for keeping you two apart yesterday. If you two want to hang out together more than it should be your decision, not ours."

"Mmmph mmph mmmph." Kenny added, in an apologetic tone.

Kyle smiled at his two friends "Thanks you guys. That makes me feel great. I'm happy to hear that."

Kyle then walked over to stand beside Cartman. Cartman held out his hand with a bashful expression on his face, and Kyle took the heavier boy's hand in his own.

When the bus arrived, the two sat together, sitting close, their small hands intertwined. Only this time, they didn't have to worry about being pulled apart. *******