Kyle spent his weekend alone. Stan was supposedly sick, Kenny was dead, and Cartman had his mouth stuffed with food on his living room couch. He spent that weekend, well, bored.
While browsing some channels on his TV, 18 year old Kyle Broflovski came upon a channel offering cheap phone sex. It was a channel that was only shown in the two of South Park for various ads and town news reports.
Kyle took down the number and figured that he'd try it out. He held the phone to his ear. This was his first time ever calling for something like this.
When it came to the options, he chose to be talked to by a male. Kyle knew he was gay; a girl would have given him no sexual pleasure whatsoever.
The boy ran upstairs and locked himself in his room so his mother wouldn't here. She was too busy making dinner for the family to notice, but he needed to take precautions.
"Hello," a voice purred on the other line. "How are you doing tonight?" The person kept the same tone of voice at everything he said.
"I'm good," Kyle began, a bit nervous, but he figured he'd make the best of his money's worth. "How about you?" It sounded too much like a normal conversation.
"Just thinking about what you and I could do," he continued. The voice sounded familiar. He could have almost made out who it was over the line. "Tell me, what's your name?"
"Kyle," he hesitantly responded. "You?'' He questioned back.
The voice coughed, seemingly nervous but got back on track. "You can call me Stanley," he responded saucily.
Kyle widened his eyes. Stan and Kyle both knew they were talking to each other. Since when was Stan a phone sex operator though, Kyle wondered.
"Will do," his smirk was oblivious over the phone. "So tell me," Kyle went on, "What are you going to do to me?" He took advantage of being able to talk like this with Stan and having it be totally okay.
"First, I'm gonna stand over you, and I'm going to shove my cock so far down your throat you'll choke on it," Stan answered. Kyle thought of that. He liked the idea. He smiled and began to un zipper his pants.
Stan talking dirty to him like this, goddamn that had to be his life long dream succeeded.
"Go on," Kyle persisted. Kyle started moving his hand in an up and down motion along his member. Kyle closed his eyes and let the sound of Stan's voice overwhelm him.
"Then, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for two days."
Kyle moaned in delight at his words. He talked for 10 more minutes to the boy.
"I'm gonna have to go now," Stan says in a sad voice. Kyle knows that he's pretty much over exceeded his limit. The next tone of voice he uses is hushed. "I'll be at your house tonight. 10:00." Stan says, hanging up the phone.
Kyle smirked. This could be fun.
I would have continued, but I decided it would have been best leaving it there. Review! : D