A/N

Hey everyone here's a new offering. I think it's a great idea... I just decided to add a soundtrack to give you an idea of the characters personalities and setting the tension and scenes. So First is horny Kenny. I was listening to Kill Me by the Pretty Reckless during this chapter. It really suits how sexually frustrated Kenny feel I'd say. But hey, that's my opinion.

Kennys POV –

I'm a whore, that's my confession to the world. I've loved sex and inappropriateness since a very tender age. I guess you could say I'd never been innocent and if I ever had been be fucked if I can recall those days.

As far as I was concerned I was fed up with going without. Yes, I hadn't gotten laid in almost a year. That was my idea of torture and I'd been personally tortured by Satan himself once so that was saying something.

I had my eye on a few young, supple boys. That's right, I said boys. I enjoyed the company of both men and women but my preference was for guys. They were more willing to try new things, more eager and most of them had confidence I could attempt to break down with my strong will and quick wit. Yes, men were what I wanted and right now pickings were slim.

Before my dry spell my best friends and I had regular trysts. I'd gotten bored with Stan who wouldn't allow penetration, but gave an amazing blow job as for Kyle and Cartman. I opened up their sexual horizons showing them the pleasures one could receive by laying with a man. But that too bit me in the ass when the waring duo put aside their differences and began a relationship. I was left alone and sexually frustrated, I used to think we'd all forever exist enjoying the benefits of our open relationships. The trust, the closeness. We all knew about each others bedroom activities and accepted it. Alas, now that was left behind me. One year, three days, six hours and forty seconds behind me.

Stan had been the closest thing to an option I had and about six months ago I'd reached out to him practically begging for anything, the smallest touch would've done. At that point a seductive stare would've forced me to explode in my pants yet Stan divulged he had entered into a relationship with Bebe. Stan confessed how his brief encounters with the guys and I had shown him he was heterosexual after years of being curious and unsure of his alignment he'd finally figured it out. I was happy for Stan but felt like I was dying inside. Somehow I'd made it another six months, my only late night companions being titty magazines, pornographic videos on my phone and my right hand. Although that was beginning to wear thin, I craved the closeness a human bond. I needed to feel warm flesh against mine.

Anyway, I had recently noticed Tweek was looking nice. The boy my friends had briefly replaced me with had filled out and grown up. I questioned how I'd never noticed him before, I mean I had noticed him but not with lustful intentions. Tweek who still had a mild caffeine addiction had changed and for the better. Since puberty hit he'd turned into somewhat of a rebel. His hair usually slicked back with gel, he was constantly seen wearing a leather jacket, tight jeans and sunglasses. Tweek now sported many piercings and tattoos. He looked badass somehow pulling off an extreme look. I didn't have a specific type I like but if I had Tweek would've fallen into that category. He often hung out with the punk kids, behind the school they'd stand around smoking and trash talking everybody. I knew everything about Tweek but I hadn't spoken to him in so long I doubt he'd even remembered my name.

But on the other hand I'd also began admiring Butters. I'd never seen Butters as a sexual entity. Through our long standing friendship I often doubted he even possessed genitals. The quiet young blonde had become my closest friend since my breakdown with Stan, Cartman and Kyle. Butter was quiet and hadn't really changed since elemtary school. When we'd hang out he'd become a little louder, voicing his opinions as he felt safe with me. He'd show me a side of him I liked, one that had a glimmer of confidence and spoke his mind. Butters was amazing, but only recently had I found myself watching him with perversion niggling at the back of my mind.

I knew it'd take some work convincing either guy to sleep with me. I didn't know if they were into men but I desperately wanted to know. One of them had to be, today sex is just another sport young people with our raging desires and engorged organs would fuck anything given half a chance. Surely I had to strike it , lucky would be if I could have both. The guys were totally different people from opposite worlds and I existed somewhere in between them. Damn I wished I could be sandwiched in between them. Ughhh….. I'd definitely been without a fuck too long. And that's when I decided, if both agreed I'd simply have both. Not a love triangle, but a lust triangle. Being open with my previous partners hadn't worked too well for me so I'd decided to play some games even if it meant destroying people or perhaps even breaking hearts. After all I was a whore and I wasn't ashamed to admit it.