"Shucks… I think we'd better be getting back to class. Lunch period is almost over." Butters gets nervous.

"Mmm…" Clyde smiles, not listening.

"Clyde! G-get up… or else we might get in a heapin' of trouble!" Butters tries to shake him 'awake'.

"All right, jeez. You're starting to sound like Tweek." Clyde straightens himself out then walks out the stall toward a sink to wash off his hands.

"W-we'd better hurry. That took longer than I thought it would." Butters dashes over to a sink.

"You're the one who started doing it." Clyde points out.

"Well, I had to! I was feelin' uncomfortable and then i-it just occurred to me. You won't tell anyone, will ya?" Butters frowns.

"About what we just did? No way… my parents might find out and ground me." He answers.

"Grounded? Why would they do that?" Butters asks, confused.

"I dunno. I think they want us to stay little angels or something and not do any, uh, sexual pleasure." Clyde falters.

"Sexual? Oh goodness!" Butters panics.

"We weren't… really. We weren't having sex with each other or anything. Just watching each other." Clyde walks out the bathroom.

Butters follows him. "We weren't doing anything wrong were we?"

"I don't think so." They reach the class room… they stop.

"Thanks for joining the class, boys. 10 minutes late!" Mrs. Garrison looks cross.

Clyde glances at Butters. "Sorry we were… busy." Clyde tells her.

"Busy doing what?" Mrs. Garrison asks.

Clyde blushes slightly. He doesn't answer.

"Dude… what's going on with them?" Kyle whispers to Stan. Stan murmurs back an "I dunno".

"We were just in the bathroom. Sorry it took so long. We… we went right after lunch." Butters stammers.

"Together? Don't go gay on me now, boys." Mrs. Garrison turns to the blackboard.

Clyde and Butters' eyes widen in mild shock. They take their seats.

Cartman leans over to them, "You guys never went to lunch. You're up to something and I'm going to find out what."

"Oh Jesus!" Butters whimpers as Clyde gulps.

"Is something wrong Butters?" Mrs. Garrison asks.

"No… no ma'am." Butters slides down in his chair.

"Good, keep it that way." Mrs. Garrison continues with the day's lesson plan.

-- Recess --

"Boy Howdy, that was some close call, huh Clyde?" Butters asks relieved.

"I don't think we should talk any more about it. People might find out." Clyde tells him.

"Oh ho! Find out what?" Cartman looks smug. Behind him are the others boys. The girls are playing by themselves else where.

"N-nothing. Nothing at all." Clyde turns around quickly to him.

"It's nothing fellas." Butters adds.

"Look, you guys have been acting strange all day." Kyle informs them.

Clyde takes a step back.

Cartman smirks at Clyde. "I think you should spill the beans. If you don't we'll find out and that would be far, far worse."

Clyde sighs. "Okay."

"C-Clyde! No…" Butters tries to stop him.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Clyde gets in front of Butters. "Do any of you masturbate?"

"Master what?" Cartman asks, totally oblivious.

"Masturbate… y'know, self-pleasure." Clyde tells him.

Cartman coughs. "Oh god, no! That's gross!"

"It's not gross!" Clyde balls a fist.

Kenny raises a hand.

"Of course you do it, Kenny. Does anyone else?" Some of the other kids look at Kenny shocked.

"How do you master bate?" Stan questions.

"You…" Clyde starts.

"You rub your wiener a lot." Butters interrupts.

"What?!" Some of the boys yell.

"Yeah, and it feels really good." Clyde smiles dreamily which creeps some of the boys out.

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold on here. So what were you and Butters doing in the bathroom for 30 minutes?" Kyle asks.

Clyde presses his lips together. "We were…" Clyde clears his throat. "W-we…"

"Dude, were you…?" Stan inquires.

"NO! No we weren't having sex!" Clyde yells. "We were just watching each other."

"Watching each other?" Stan wonders.

"You were watching each other master bate?" Cartman asks.

Clyde nods, not sure where this is going.

Cartman burst out laughing. Some of the other boys join in.

"You guys are fags! Oh my god! This is great!" He keeps laughing.

Clyde uncharacteristically flips Cartman off, which makes him laugh harder.

"Stop it! It's not funny!"

"Dude, it's pretty funny." Kyle chuckles. "I mean, YOU… and Butters?!"

"It's not like it was planned! Butters he…"

Butters widens his eyes. "H-he was just, um, joining in. To help me out."

"Help you out!" Cartman almost starts to cry from laughing so hard.

A tear rolls down Clyde's face. "You're an asshole, Cartman."

"Whoa, dude!" Kyle notices Clyde crying.

"I don't like Butters! I-I-I…" Clyde hesitates. "I don't think I do."

Cartman smiles. "Should we throw a wedding?"

Clyde throws Cartman a stare of anger and turns his back to him and crosses his arms. Butters frowns at Clyde worried.

"Oh, come on!" Cartman starts to lessen his laughter.

"Let's go, Butters." Clyde orders him.

"But…" Butters looks at the others. "Well, all right then." The two walk off away from them.

"This is getting pretty serious." Kyle tells Stan.

--End of Chapter 2--

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