This is a collaborative fanfiction between K-Squared, ketamine . methanol, and deadkennydead. It's one hundred chapters, one hundred different South Park slash pairings that will not be repeated the whole way through. Every single chapter will have sex. I hope you guys enjoy, and remember to read and review! First up is Tyde by K-Squared. :D

Chapter One: Tyde

I don't care who you are, there is nothing better than curling in a hammock with Dostoevsky open and a beer or two at your side, the only light that of the setting sun. Sure, it's chilly in South Park, and maybe I should be out at the party a few guys are throwing for the people heading to college rather than nestled under a blanket in my backyard, but being the only black kid in town plus part of the richest family… It makes it difficult to keep the friends you have once they realize that you're going to Yale and they're staying at a community college or the U of D.

So I'm happy reading Crime and Punishment rather than getting completely shit-faced at a party. My parents are out of town at the moment so I have the classical station cranked up as loud as I can get it and I'm just relaxing before moving out tomorrow.

A noise to my side startles me a bit and I look over in time to see Clyde Donovan, my best friend, clamber over my fence like he's a goddamn Mexican crossing the border. Only Clyde falls flat on his face, something I'm sure a trained border-hopper would never do, and I practically tangle myself in the hammock, having to extricate myself almost immediately after as I get to his side, pulling him to his feet. "Fuck, Clyde, what the hell?"

"I rang the doorbell like fifty times but you have Bach turned up too fucking loud to hear me." I study him for a moment; there's dirt smeared on his face and he's obviously been crying, and I cock my head to one side for a moment, arching an eyebrow before pulling my dreads off my face and finding my elastic to keep them held back.

I take one of his hands, pulling him over to the hammock and getting back on it, letting him sit down next to me and try to catch his balance. I nearly pick my book back up but instead I just look at Clyde, who has his hands twisted together in his lap as he tries to relax. I've known him since we were kids and every bit of me knows that something's wrong. I lean over, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear fondly as I watch him. "Dude, what's up? Weren't you at Craig's party?"

He nods, looking at me and licking his lips. "I was. And then someone said that you weren't gonna show up and I decided to leave and come here instead. I didn't want to be there if you weren't there."

"Why?"

He pauses for a long moment, his lower lip trembling before he takes a breath like he doesn't want to cry, although I can tell that the waterworks are on the way. "Because tomorrow you're moving halfway across the country and I wouldn't have told you if I had stayed at the party."

I'm confused out of my fucking mind by this point and lay back, watching as the sun starts to slip below the horizon and the automatic porch lights come on. "Clyde, what are you talking about?"

My best friend lies back next to me, turning on his side and starting to fidget a little. His fingers ghost over the material of my muscle shirt and he manages to capture all of my attention with that one little motion. We watch each other and nervously, he leans forward, kissing me slowly on the lips. I kiss back, surprised but not against this in the slightest as I slide my fingers through his dark hair. Clyde kisses me for a few moments, a heat forming in the pit of my stomach that feels entirely unlike anything I've ever felt before in my life.

He pulls back and his electric blue eyes meet my plain brown ones for a split second before he blurts out, "Token, I fucking love you."

I stare at him for a good few moments before nodding slowly, eyeing him in complete interest. The blush on his cheeks only darkens and I tug him closer, kissing him again gently as I shift a bit on the hammock. He kisses back slowly, his arms going around my neck after a few moments as I move, laying on top of him in the hammock as the kiss deepens. Our tongues tangle for a couple of intimate seconds and then Clyde breaks the kiss, staring up at me. "Mm… promise me you'll come and visit me…"

"I will. Every chance I get. I'll even come over here for your birthday even though it's a school day. And you've got that webcam, right? We'll talk every night." I search his eyes and then lean down, pressing my lips to his neck and murmuring, "Fuck, Clyde, I love you, too…"

He tugs on my dreads a little, slinking a leg in between mine and speaking in a low tone. "Well… we've got this last night to spend together…"

I arch an eyebrow and he tugs me a little bit closer, kissing me again slowly as we shift a bit on the hammock, his arms around my neck as our tongues tangle again. We make out for a good little while, the sun dipping beneath the horizon entirely, and then slowly I slide my hand down the front of his pants. He gasps a little, arching into me and breaking the kiss as he licks his lips.

We watch each other a little uncertainly; I've never had sex with a dude before and I doubt that Clyde's ever done it with a guy either. For a few moments, there's an almost awkward silence and then Clyde peels off his shirt, dropping it on the ground beside us and kissing me again slowly. I run my hands up his chest and shudder a bit, biting at his lower lip; I've thought about fucking dudes before, yeah, and I've always known that I'm not exactly straight. I was just expected to date girls and I figured that the fuzziness I feel when Clyde's around was just because he and I are so close.

This is completely new to me, though, and although I'm a little uncertain, doing it with Clyde seems like the most natural thing in the world. I ghost a finger over his nipple and he gasps against my mouth before I break the kiss, making my way down and kissing his neck, nibbling on his collarbone and clamping my lips over a nipple, running my tongue over it lightly. He shifts a bit and nearly sends the two of us off-balance, but I grab one of the poles the hammock is tied to and steady us, licking my lips a bit before starting to undo his jeans.

He kisses me slowly, only breaking it in order to yank my wifebeater off. His jeans come off after that and I massage him through his boxers a little, nipping at his neck as he chuckles, working at my pants before managing to pull them off, as well. We look at each other, my hand still massaging his groin, and then he slides off the hammock, peeling off his boxers and then coaxing me to turn on the hammock.

Clyde kneels on the cement patio, running his hands over the bulge in my briefs and then pressing his lips to it, watching me carefully before tracing my erection with his tongue through the dark-blue fabric. He tugs my underwear down after a moment and wraps a hand around my hard cock, starting to jack me off slowly as his tongue flicks out, running over the tip lightly.

I slide a hand in his silky hair and his hazel eyes flicker upwards to me before he closes his lips around the head of my cock, sucking lightly and pumping what he can't reach with his mouth. I watch him in some awe as he slowly takes more into his mouth; something tells me that he's at least done this before. I thrust into his mouth a little and he accommodates it, swirling his tongue over my length and then pulling off with a pop. He licks the vein along the underside, watching me, and although I've gotten blowjobs before, this is certainly the best one I think I've received.

He goes back down, pushing a bit more into his mouth, and we manage to strike up a pace until he gets all of it down his throat, sucking on it like a fucking Hoover and pressing his hands to my thighs to keep himself steady. I keep my fingers buried in his gorgeous hair, forcing him down as deep as I can get him to go as he moans in the back of his throat.

I finally pull him off, rubbing my thumb over his lips before pulling him up into a drawn-out kiss, Clyde straddling my lap on the hammock and pressing his cock to mine, wrapping his hand around them both and starting to jack us both off until precum is leaking from the tips. I lift my hand, pressing my fingers to his lips, and Clyde sucks on them slowly, hazel eyes locked on my own as his tongue dances over my fingers, making sure to get them completely wet. I pull them out and he kisses me as I slide my middle finger into him slowly, making him gasp against my mouth.

My index finger joins my middle one after a few moments and I scissor almost cautiously, biting at his lower lip as he leans forward, moaning softly before pulling at my hand. I blink and break the kiss and he moves his hands to my shoulders, acting hesitantly as the hammock near capsizes the two of us. He manages to scoot forward all the way though, one hand grasping the base of my dick as the other one continues to clasp at my shoulder.

He lowers himself onto me slowly, making a soft noise in the back of his throat, but continues until I'm balls deep, my whole cock buried in his tight ass. The pleasure is intense, unlike anything I've ever felt in my life, and I stare at him with a look of complete and absolute adoration as he gives me a shaky smile, everything about him happy as he strikes up a pace, the sun illuminating him like he's an angel.

I grab his hips, my lips finding his neck as he moves quickly, 'I love you' falling from those perfect lips like a mantra, almost like he's praying. I murmur it against his cream coloured skin, leaving a small mark where my lips are as he holds onto me tightly. He's everything I want in this moment, and this goes beyond sex; this is everything I need to be with him. I need him now more than anything.

He climaxes first, seed spilling in between us, and I ride out his orgasm, crying out his name as he clings to me, my own cum filling him up. We fall over on the hammock and delicately he removes me from him, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on. I don't bother with my briefs, instead curling up with Clyde laying on my chest and relishing in the last moment we'll be together for a while.

The back door of the patio opens and my dad walks out, pulling his hat off. "Token, we're home." He stares at the two of us, Clyde nearly asleep on my chest, and we look at each other for a few moments before my dad seems to get it and smiles, nodding at me and walking back inside.

I pull Clyde towards me a little more and sigh, kissing him lightly on the head as he murmurs my name again. Holding him tightly, I press my lips to his, murmuring, "I love you, Clyde," as he falls asleep against me.