Hey guys! Thanks for all the kind words! I love you! So, this chapter is a bit naughty. I'm bumping the rating up. Remember, I do this for you! So no matter how awkward this is, you brought it on. Haha, enjoyy :)
It's strange how something could be so terrifying one moment, than be taken as joyful after takes the time to confront it. I used to feel that way about swimming. I remember when I was younger that I used to hate the water, I always had some idea that I would go into the waves and never come back. After days of persuasion from my mother, I finally let my head dip through the surface of the water. Now I could hold my breath the longest out of my friends, and I looked forward to diving into the water.
It was the same way with Cartman touching me. When his fingers brushed my hips, I shivered away. When his lips suckled against my neck I could only let out a small murmur of a moan. But the second that his naked chest touched mine I lost every composure and pushed myself against him as roughly as I could. My fingers scrapped against his shoulders, pulling at the skin to try to keep myself grounded. Cartman had a way of making my head spin with warmth, forcing me to do whatever I could to keep the moment going.
Suddenly his thick fingers were laced in my curls and I let out a small sigh of agreement, urging him to keep threading his fingers in deeper. Instead I felt a sharp yank and had to adhere to Cartman's will. I found myself eye level with his zipper.
Stupidly, I looked up in hopes of knowing exactly where this would lead, and blinking at the image I saw. Cartman, his hair hanging over his forehead, shallow breaths rasping from his chest. His eyes were focused on me, and for a strange reason, I wanted to keep it that way. His hazel eyes never seemed so... hypnotizing.
I was pulled away from my daydreams when I mad another head-slap against Cartman's crotch. This time I glared sharply, pulling away and giving him my most pissed off look that I could muster in a time of such happiness.
"Kyle, suck my balls." He ordered, though I didn't sense any fire in his tone. If anything it was much too light to be something he used around me.
"No way Fat Ass." I huffed, trying to stand up without wincing from the tight hold he had in my red hair. I managed to stand, pulling myself a bit further away in hopes that it would convince me to never touch the other again.
Stupid how quickly I could switch from swooning over his eyes to hating him once again. I just couldn't do anything with him. Especially something he'd used to humiliate me for years. Part of me hated myself for thinking he'd changed. For thinking that he'd let me slide by on only a few kisses, set to distract me from the fact that he was ruining my life.
I felt my spine hit my ribcage as Cartman pushed me against the wall with crushing strength. "Suck my balls, Jew." This time there was no room for backing out in his tone. His fingers dragged down my skin, feeling the curves of my hips and trying to tug my waistband a few more centimeters south. And I didn't try to stop him.
Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe sucking his balls wasn't as bad as I thought. I just kept reminding myself that this was only to give me a hobby. A hobby of sucking Nazi balls, but still, it was better than sitting in my own misery.
I gave his fleshy chest a few kisses, tasting the salty sweat and I was suddenly unable to stop myself from letting my tongue dance against his skin. Cartman's hands settled in my hair once again, and I wasn't sure what his new fascination with my curls was.
Dammit. Over thinking again.
I let my body do all further thinking, scrambling to unzip his pants, fumble with his button and finally twist the lock of his belt. So what if I was doing it all backwards, I just needed to feel more of his warm flesh against mine.
Unleashing his cock I let out a tiny moan of desperation. He was amazing, in all areas. I tugged down his tan pants just enough to allow myself access to said balls. The ones I was threatened with for years, too afraid to actually wrap my lips around.
But now I didn't give a flying fuck. Delicately and teasingly kissing one nut as I balanced on my knees, I looked up to see Cartman's reaction. He was practically drooling over me.
"Nugh-" I listened to Cartman whimper. "O-Oh, shit."
Good.
A few nips, licks and suckles later, I moved on to the main event. Wrapping my lips around his head, I worked my way as far down as I could. Cartman wasn't exactly the longest guy in the world, but I had to say that the thought of what I had in my mouth being lodged in my ass made my own cock twitch in my pants. Either way I could just about nuzzle my nose in his pubes if I opened my throat enough.
"Fuck Kyle..." He let out a low growl, his voice shivering in my command.
God, he tasted just as perfect as he looked. To voice my thoughts I let out a low moan, my voice shaking vibrating through his skin.
On that note Cartman grabbed threaded his fingers through my hair even tighter, pressing me further against his pubes, and his cock into the soft gentle skin in the back of my throat. I sputtered and coughed, trying to pull back but unable to do so since Cartman apparently wasn't thinking like I was. Sure, I would deep throat him, but only on my own accords. This felt a bit voilating, I couldn't breath, I suddenly wanted out.
"God, Kyle... You don't know how fucking long I've wanted this."
But before I could do anything I felt a surge of hot liquid run down my throat. I swallowed since I had no other real choice, hearing Cartman's moan somewhere far off in the distance. It wasn't horribly gross, just salty and warmer than what I was expecting. Not good, but I didn't feel vomit either.
Pulling back, I sat against the wall, shivering in the aftermath and watching as Catman slid next to me, not even bothering to pull his pants over his dick.
What the fuck did I just do?
So this is the first sexy bit I have ever wrote. If it's not too horrible I will continue. It's just a bit awkward since I'm so nervous. Ugh, anyway, please let me know what you think, it really means a lot to me! :)