Chapter-Specific Warnings: Smut, Cross-dressing
"Let's continue. What do you know about sex?"
"Eh?" Butters exclaimed, caught off guard once again with the blunt question. "Um, well, it's between a man and a woman, and that when you do it, um... wear a condom?"
Kenny sighed. "This is gonna be a lotta work."
"So," he started, "first off, it doesn't have to be between a man and a woman. It can be between two men, two women, or hell, you can have a fucking orgy."
"Orgy?"
"A party where everyone just fucks everyone else senseless. The point is, as long as you have at least two people, you can have sex."
"So..."
"So, since we're the only people here," he gave a crooked smile, "we'll be focusing on how two guys have sex."
Butters face paled. Then, it reddened. Kenny just stretched casually.
"Now to get this right one of us is gonna take the place of the girl. Butters, that's your job."
"Huh?! Why do I have to?!"
"'Cause I said so dipshit. And plus, you've dressed up as a girl before. You have experience taking the part of one, Marjorine."
"But that was a while ago-"
"Stop worrying, it's easy," Kenny cut him off. Then an idea popped into his head and he smirked. "In fact..."
Kenny got up and ran down the hallway that led to the two bedrooms he had. Butters sat there, wondering (and fearing) what exactly Kenny had thought of. In a few moments, he walked back holding a bundle of clothes, throwing them towards Butters.
"Here, go change."
"Why-"
"Because I said so, how many times do I have to tell you?"
Butters blinked and picked up the wad of clothing, heading into the washroom. After some yelling and complaining through the door, he came out wearing a blonde wig littered with various green bows and a white dress decorated with yellow prints of moons and clouds. In other words, he had transformed successfully back into Marjorine. Butters' face was completely flushed red.
"Why do I have to wear this? And why do you even have these clothes?!"
"One because I said so. Two because you originally borrowed it from me anyways, remember? That's my sister's dress. Amazing it still fits. … Or, well, mostly fits."
Butters had grown taller since he'd last cross-dressed as Marjorine. The dress now barely covered his crotch like a long shirt, versus how it went past his knees long before. Kenny just smiled deviously.
"Damn, you look cute, even if you don't have any tits."
He got up from where he was and pinned Butters up against the wall, facing little resistance.
"Do you mind if I kiss you again?" he asked quietly. Butters grew even redder.
"N-no..."
Kenny leaned in, placing his lips firmly on the other boy's mouth. He felt Butters press back and grinned to himself. Working slowly, he let his tongue find its way into the warm and wet cavern of the smaller blonde boy's mouth. Butters whimpered. Kenny let his right arm wander, trailing down the boy's chest, stomach, crotch. He pressed his hand against the bulge underneath the fabric, eliciting a surprised squeak before getting pushed away.
Kenny raised an eyebrow. Butters was holding his skirt down like a girl standing on top of a fan, his face still covered in a deep blush.
"What's up dude?"
"K-Kenny-"
"Mr. McCormick."
"... M-Mr. Mccormick, I... I d-don't really know how to do... this."
Butters tightened his grip on the hem of his skirt. Kenny just rolled his eyes.
"Of course you don't, that's why I'm teaching you."
"But my parents-"
"Your parents can go fuck each other. Now, why don't we do the same?"
"Wh-what?! B-but-"
"Just relax and follow my lead."
He grabbed the boy's slender wrists and pinned him back against the wall, pressing his lips against the other's forcefully. Butters whimpered again as his mouth was forced open for a second time. He trailed his hand down the smaller boy's body once again, reaching the bulge quickly before massaging it gently. Butters let out a muffled cry of surprise, widening his eyes before squeezing them shut. He grinned and continued working his hand, pressing firmly as he felt the boy's member twitch slightly beneath him under the thin fabric.
After a few more whimpers, Butters separated his mouth from Kenny's and let out a small moan, his voice cracking slightly. Then, right after realizing the noise he had just made, blushed and covered his mouth. Kenny chuckled.
"Like I said, relax dude. No one else is home, and no one's gonna be home for at least a few hours."
He gently pried Butters' own hand off of his mouth. He could feel him getting hard under his touch as he continued. He watched as Butters bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, still fighting in vain to keep from making too much noise. Then, with a devious smile playing on his face, he leaned his head in, kissing the side of his neck gently before grazing his teeth on the soft skin and nipping slightly. He heard the boy beneath him stutter in his breathing.
The blonde boy in the orange parka then stopped the movement of his hand. Instead, he moved it a shade lower, reaching underneath the short skirt. He gently brushed Butters's inner thigh, eliciting a quick intake of breath from him. He walked his fingers up, soon reaching another bit of fabric. Hm? He raised an eyebrow.
"Dude... are you wearing panties?"
"... M-maybe..."
"Why?"
"W-well," Butters started, "it was in that pile of clothes you gave me."
"I put it in there, I didn't expect you to actually put it on," Kenny replied, suppressing a smile. "Don't tell me you're wearing the bra too."
"..."
"Y-you are!" he, pulled back, covering his mouth to suppress a fit of laughter. "Ohmyfuckinggoddude..."
"You told me to!"
"No," he choked out, " y-you asked... and I said, pfft... 'do whatever... th-the hell you.. you want... it's- pff-, it's gonna end up on the floor either way'!"
"W-well then," the other boy stuttered out in protest, "what was I supposed to wear underneath the dress?!"
"Nothing!? O-oh my god..." He was failing miserably at covering up his amusement.
"S-stop laughing!"
Kenny snickered for a while longer, muffling himself with his hand over his mouth. Slowly he stopped, coughing a bit and before turning back to Butters, who was red in the face. Was it in anger or embarrassment, it wasn't clear.
"Alright, alright, I'm good," Kenny coughed out. "Damn dude, you seriously play a good girl. All you need are some boobs, seriously." He plastered the grin back on his face. "Now, take that damn dress off."
He got up and grabbed Butters by his forearms, spinning him and launching him towards the couch. He landed with a small squeak of surprise as Kenny climbed on top of him, grabbing the bottom of the dress and pulling it up. After a bit of struggling he got the thing over his head and threw it haphazardly on the floor. He smiled mischievously at the little blonde boy under him.
Actually, the only indication of Butters even being a boy was the bulge barely covered my the pink panties he was wearing. With his skinny little body and the wig, he looked almost exactly like a girl. Well, a flat-chested girl. The bra he was wearing was completely pointless. Kenny pulled it off and threw it on the ground in a similar manner.
He leaned down and quickly flicked his tongue over a hard nipple. Butters gasped. He grinned and sucked lightly, using his hand to stimulate the other. Butters groaned. He chuckled.
"You like that?"
"N-nngh..."
He sucked it a bit more before slowly trailing his lips down the boy's chest. Stopping for a moment, he gazed at Butters' stomach. It was so smooth. He gently ran his fingers down it. It was so soft. He kissed it then quickly swiped his tongue across his navel, flicking around in the little hole as he let his free hand wander along Butters's body. He lightly trailed his hand down his inner thigh. Kenny heard Butter's breath quicken.
He continued to gently trail his hand up and down, always approaching the quite obvious bulge, but never directly touching it. He heard Butters hold his breath every time he got close, exhaling as he receded. He squirmed.
"S-stop that..."
"Stop what?" Kenny asked coyly. "I haven't done anything yet." He lightly brushed his fingers across the bulge, just barely touching. Butters held his breath once again as Kenny started trailing his thighs once more. He could see the thin fabric of the panties were stained.
"S-stop... stop, y-you know..." he stuttered. He knew what he wanted to say, but he didn't know how to say it.
"Stop teasing?" Kenny asked. He decided to at least throw this bone to him, the poor boy was clueless about most terms people used in bed.
"Y-yeah, stop teasing m-me," Butters quickly spouted out, utilizing the new word. "P-please..."
Kenny paused for a second.
"... Well... since you said please... ~"
He pulled Butters's legs farther apart and pressed his tongue firmly onto the bulge, licking him through the fabric. The stain was definitely precum, he could taste it. Butters let out a surprised squeak before covering his mouth again. He moaned into his hand.
He felt the fabric rub against him with Kenny's tongue. It felt so... so good. He could hear himself groaning, even with his hand acting as a muffler. It was embarrassing, but he couldn't stop himself. He'd never felt anything like it before.
He found Kenny grabbing his arm and pulling his hand off his mouth. The sound he was making was immediately amplified; the difference in volume between him and the quiet house was too much. He felt like he was moaning so loud the neighbors could hear him through the thin, shoddy walls. The thought of someone else hearing him... as if Kenny wasn't enough! It turned him on even more, and he found himself moaning even louder.
Kenny quickly slid the panties down, which were now wet with saliva and precum. He looked at Butters's member. It was completely hard... and surprisingly big.
"Damn dude," he remarked, "when the fuck did you grow down here?"
"U-uhh..."
He lightly trailed his tongue from the base to the head. The body underneath tightened up. He swirled his tongue around the head and flicked at the tip. Butters let out a groan and gripped at the couch underneath him. Kenny grinned and wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft, pumping it at an even pace.
"How's that?"
"A-ahh~! Nngh, i-it's... it's... w-weird..."
"Weird?"
"M-mhm..."
He bent down and engulfed the head, swirling his tongue around it once more before bobbing up and down. Butters whimpered slightly and grabbed at the couch tighter.
"K-Kenny..." he choked out, "m-my body... I-I feel like..."
"Mmmph?"
"I-it feels like... s-something's gonna... c-come out-"
Kenny pulled back immediately.
"Fuck no, fuuuuck no dude. Way too fucking early. No fucking way dude."
"E-eh?"
Kenny got up and looked around the room, muttering to himself. Then he walked out, returning a few minutes later with what looked like a piece of ribbon. He sat back where he was before.
"What's that for?"
"For keeping you from cumming in five seconds flat."
He bent down and tied the ribbon around the base of Butters's member, pulling it around his testes as well. He tied it up with a knot and sat back and studied his work. Butters squirmed.
"Kenny, it's a bit tight..."
"That's the point dumbass."
And with that, he abruptly bent back down and completely engulfed Butters's dick. He swirled his tongue around and bobbed his head up and down rapidly, not bothering to hold back anymore.
"K-KENNY!" Butters almost screamed, gripping the couch so tightly his knuckles had turned white. "S-Stop... K-Kenny!"
Kenny pulled back again. He was slightly annoyed, but shrugged it off. He looked down at Butters's cock. It was quite big now, throbbing, a clear liquid pouring out the top. Butters was panting heavily.
"K-Kenny..." the blonde boy choked out. "K-Kenny..."
"Fuck dude, you're more sensitive than I thought was possible."
"Nngh..."
"Also, I said to call me Mr. McCormick, remember?"
"Nnn... s-sorry..."
Butters pushed himself up into a sitting position. Kenny looked at him curiously as he raised his head.
"What's up d- MMM!"
He launched himself at Kenny, knocking him onto the couch even more forcefully than the other boy had done to him earlier. Butters scrambled with the zipper of the parka Kenny was still wearing.
"Th-this… this is a bother, Mr. McCormick," he mumbled, pulling the zipper down. Kenny blinked, then just looked at him with a crooked smiled. Seemed like he finally broke the kid.
"You don't have a shirt on under this?"
"Dude, do you not see the shithole we're in called my house," Kenny remarked bluntly. "I have two shirts, and they were both dirty, so I didn't bother to wear one."
"Oh," Butters simply replied.
He stared at the other's chest. Kenny was so skinny. He reached out and ran his hand down towards his stomach. He felt his fingers go over every little ridge the usual parka-wearing boy's ribs made. He wasn't scarily skinny like an anorexic (fortunately he still ate more than those guys), but he was still pretty darn skinny. He then felt around his stomach. It dipped inward slightly. He looked up to see Kenny with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. He reached his hand up and touched the boy's cheek, prompting him to open his eyes and look at him curiously. Butters leaned in and kissed Kenny once again.
The kiss wasn't like any of the ones prior: rough, quick, nothing like that. No, this kiss was slow. Soft. Deliberate. Butters lingered on Kenny's lips, feeling the heat between them among the cold air in the surrounding room. The palms of his hands were pressed onto the boy's chest, and he could feel the other's arms wrap around him, fingers tangled in his blonde hair. He pressed in even closer and he felt the other boy's mouth slowly fall open as the kiss was deepened, eliciting the first moan he had heard from the older blonde all afternoon.
They kissed for who-knows-how-long, never bothering to even separate for air. When they finally parted, both were out of breath. They looked at each other, holding their gazes on the other's as they caught their breaths. The house was silent.
"... Butters?"
"... Y-yeah...?"
"I… I hate to mention this, but…"
"But what?"
"… it's 5:50."
"E-eh?!"
Butters eyes widened as he looked at the clock. He jumped up and ran towards the bathroom, rambling as he proceeded to change at lightning speed.
"Aww no, my parents said I could only stay 'til 6! They're gonna ground me again if I'm late! I don't wanna stay in my room for another week! No no no no no!"
Kenny sat on the couch, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Heheh, sorry dude, totally did not see the time.."
Butters ran out in a minute flat, clothes wrinkled and hair a mess, but at least decently dressed.
"I'll see you tomorrow at school, okay? See ya!" he shouted back as he ran towards the door.
"Hey now hold on for just a moment-"
Kenny grabbed Butters's arm as he raced past him, stopping him in his tracks.
"Kenny, this is no time for games! If I'm late I'll be-"
"Grounded, I know, but you never finished."
"Finish what? I don't have time to finish!"
"Have you ever heard of blue balls? You don't want it," Kenny spat out quickly. "It takes you five minutes to run from my house to yours. It's 5:52. We have three minutes, just give me two."
With that he spun Butters around, ignoring the smaller boy's complaints, and unbuttoned his pants (Butters actually didn't even zip his fly back up in his rush). He knelt down on the floor and worked the other boy's cock back out, finding it rock hard with the ribbon still tied around it. With a practiced move he untied and pulled it off before quickly engulfing the head. He swirled his tongue around and started bobbing at a brisk, even pace. He heard the boy above him stop his protesting and gasp at the abrupt start.
"K-Kenny!" Butters stuttered out, still trying to object. "S-stop, K-Kenny-aah!"
As the same pleasurable feeling from before waved over him, he found himself moaning as loud as he did before. Quickly he felt himself approaching that odd sensation he had experienced earlier. He grabbed the back of the older boy's head instinctively, tangling his fingers in the short, messy blonde hair.
"K-Kenny, if you-nngh-k-keep that up, I-I'll, s-something..ahh! K-Kenny!" Butters cried. "K-Kenny, I-I, s-something's gonna… Mm!"
He bit his lip as he came. His body trembled and convulsed as each shot came out and he gripped the back of the other boy's head tightly as each one filled the other boy's mouth. Kenny swallowed it all as quickly as he could, trying to make the smallest mess possible. As the boy above him finished, he sucked gently on the tip, searching for any remaining drops before pulling away and letting the younger blonde scramble to rebutton his pants in a hurry. He licked his lips and wiped his mouth as he watched Butters fumble with the zipper, the post-orgasm haze strong in his mind.
"That was probably less than two minutes, actually," Kenny remarked. "Get home dude."
Butters nodded silently and, with the same speed as before, ran out the door, still slightly in a daze, but completely determined to avoid another grounding. As the door slammed shut, Kenny heard a voice from behind him.
"Kenny!"
He turned around to see his mom awake, hobbling her way down the hall.
"Kenny, who was that?" she asked in her slurred, tired speech- definitely from her hangover. "What was with all the noise? It made my headache worse." She grumbled and treaded off to the kitchen area.
"Just Butters. We had to work on something for school." A simple enough statement. He just hoped his mom was still drugged enough to not notice he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Oh, alright…" She didn't. In all honesty, she didn't even give a fuck what her son was doing in the state she was in. "Now, I know we had a few more Advils around here… Kenny, where's the Advil?"
"I'm guessing in the cupboard where it usually is?" Kenny replied in a bit of a smart-ass tone. "Dad's still sleeping, right? Well, I'm going to my room." Most likely his mom will want to watch something on tv while she still had her hangover. No reason to bother her.
"Yeah, yeah alright," she replied, not really paying any attention as she continued searching for the pills. Kenny walked off to his room, closing the door behind him.
Now, maybe he could finish as well...
So, I was gonna write some super long smut thing and end this two-shot buuut... eh, why not, I'll extend it :P Hope you enjoyed!
