After my awkward hand-sex with Stan, I thought maybe it was time to stop asking my friends for money. You know, get a real job. I only had $380.03 so far. Panic was starting to set in. I needed something more than being a cheap whore to make the $617.97 I needed, unless I got a whole lot better at whoring. I decided against it. I honestly didn't see any room for improvement. No, Kenny McCormick needed a job, a real job with a boss and weekly pay. A real career.
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"Welcome to KFC, may I take your order?", I said blandly into the microphone. The woman on the other end mumbled something.
"What?" She repeated herself again and I still couldn't hear.
"Sorry, my mom drank while she was pregnant, can you please speak up?"
The woman gave her order very loudly. There were some words in there I don't think we have on the menu. She must have really be craving that gravy. I sighed and told her It would be $5.18 at the window. I felt ridiculous taking ungrateful people's orders while wearing a stupid chicken shirt and a dumb little hat. I thought at least the microphone would be cool, but it was full of static and pinched my head. I even got a name-tag so that people would know who to cuss at when I got their order wrong. The first day is always the hardest, right?
Luckily, I didn't get drive-thru duty all day. Apparently too many people were complaining. My manager , Mr. Clark, was a pretty nice old guy and he said I could just do clean up today. I thanked him and he told me to stop touching him so I grabbed some dish soap and headed for the sink.
"We don't need the pans washed right now.", Mr. Clark said, "Go and clean the toilets."
I was starting to think he wasn't such a nice guy, after all.
While I cleaned out the toilets, I let my mind wander. I wished I could have gotten a job at Happy Burger. Then I could screw Bebe all the time. I know she'd let me, that girl just loves the cock. Unfortunately, it's not just mine, if you know what I mean. I sighed. It's hard having a girlfriend, anyway. You have to do a bunch of shit for her or she'll get mad. You can't look at other girls and you can't watch porn...or you just have to hide it very well.
I was about to move on to the last stall, when Mr. Clark called me to the counter. He told me to 'hold down the fort' while the guy that was working there took a break. I straightened my gay little hat and complied. Anything is better than bathroom detail.
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The only crappy thing about working at a fast-food place, besides the mean drive-thru people, and the nasty bathrooms, and your stoner co-workers, and..well come to think of it, one crappy thing about it- is that your friends can come in and see you at any time. I wasn't too worried about the guys coming in, though. They care about me too much to embarrass me on the job, right?
Not when KFC is involved, they don't.
I heard the bell on the front door ring and looked up to see my next customers, Cartman, Stan, and Kyle. Sometimes I really hate those guys. Stan waved at me. I quickly busied myself with the butter and honey packets behind the counter. He and Kyle might be nice to me, but Cartman was sure to tear me a new one.
"Hey, Kenny!"
Thanks, Stan. Thanks a lot.
"Hehheh..hey dude." I stood up and smiled weakly at him. Cartman still seemed preoccupied with the menu, but Kyle smiled back.
"So, you're working at KFC now, huh?", Kyle asked.
Before I could answer, 'no, I just broke in and stole a hat', Cartman took the time to notice that chicken wasn't the only interesting thing around him. He broke out laughing, stopping only when he ran out of breath- in about a minute.
"Oh..oh this is too sweet!", he gasped, clutching his side, "Kinny works at KFC!"
I frowned at folded my arms. Stan came to my defence. "Hey, lay off him, at least he has a job!"
Unsurprisingly, this did nothing to shut Cartman up. "So what, do they pay you in food stamps?"
"Cut it out, fatass." It was Kyle's turn to intervene. I couldn't help but notice that his jacket was open, and that the black shirt he was wearing seemed to fit him especially well. Maybe it's just this hat I'm wearing, but Kyle makes me feel so gay sometimes.
"Whatever", Cartman brushed them off, "Get me a bucket of crispy chicken, wage slave, and if you forget the gravy I'll kick you in the nuts."
I sighed and went to put 10 pieces of heat-lamped chicken into a bucket. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stan and Cartman take seats at a booth by the soda machine. Stan was still pissed at him for the way he treated me. Fucker's so nice. For a minute I didn't even notice Kyle was still watching me. He cleared his throat just as I was putting what I knew was a useless lid on the bucket of chicken.
"Hey Kenny?"
"Yeah?"
"You think I could um..talk to you in private?"
Kyle seemed nervous. He avoided eye contact when I looked at him. I nodded and smiled at him, a gesture he returned weakly as he led me away from the counter. I suggested we go into the bathroom to talk, as there were no other customers or people using it. Besides, it was clean. Well, as clean as a KFC bathroom can get.
"Kenny, I know you're probably going to think I'm crazy", Kyle said as he closed the door behind us, "but I just needed to, well, tell you something."
At this point, alone with Kyle in a bathroom, I was trying to restrain every logical impulse to jump on him and fuck him until he couldn't walk. This process must have effected my ears, because I didn't hear a word out of his mouth. I only registered that his lips were moving, and for some reason they weren't on my cock.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
Kyle leaned against the wall and put his head in one hand. "I know, I know, it's stupid..", I moved closer to him, willing myself to pay attention, "I just can't stop thinking about it."
"Thinking about what?"
He looked at me with a blush spreading across his face. "Don't play dumb, Kenny, you know what you did to me."
My mouth hung open, a response about to fall off the tip of my tongue. Kyle just smiled at me and came closer. I could feel his body heat and his breath on my face as he whispered. "Please?"
"Please what?" I needed him to say it. Needed more than my fucking pay-check for him to say it.
"I'll..I'll give you 50 bucks, just-"
Now I was just being mean. I loved the way my insisting made him blush. "What do you want me to do for you, Kyle?"
He tried to step back, but I wouldn't let him, grabbing his arms and forcing him to look back at me. I knew good and well what he wanted. It was the same thing I did. I just needed to hear it from him so I wouldn't feel like such a sex predator. Kyle shook a little as he stared at me, almost scared. I wasn't backing down.
"Please...fuck me." The look in his electric green eyes was that of humiliation, desire, and lust. Just when I thought I could put it all behind me, here he is. And the worst part was, he was right where I wanted him. Could I really do this?, I thought to myself, could I really jeopardize my friendship with one of the most awesome guys I know, just so I could use him as a cumdumpster?
No. Of course not.
"Kenny..."
No. I was fighting it. I was fighting a loosing battle against my more dominate head. I tried not to look into his eyes as Kyle moved his arms up my shoulders and looped them around my neck. He was leaning in closer, his breath hot on my cheek. It was infuriating. He had meant it to be. Kyle moved a hand from around my neck down my torso and began massaging me slowly through my khaki work pants.
"Kyle..not, not here."
He responded by rubbing harder and tangling a hand in my hair, knocking my stupid little hat to the floor. "You know you want ."
Goddamnit Kyle. It was all his fault. All his fault I pushed him against the tile wall, pinned his wrists above his head, and attacked his mouth like a voraphile. It was his fault I was shamelessly groping his ass and grinding myself against him until I felt him shake. Kyle's fucking fault I was growling into his ear all the perverted shit I wanted to do to him. Seriously, he was the one to blame.
"Tell me how much you want this.", I breathed in his ear, slipping my hand into the back of his pants and grabbing one perfect asscheek.
"I can't stop thinking about you...I can't stop replaying it in my head."
I wanted to tell him that I had too, that I was so freaked out by how much I wanted to touch him I was almost scared of saying it, but I've never been good with words. I think I've made that obvious over the years. I resorted to what I do best- fucking the living shit out of the object of my affection. I pulled Kyle's pants down and they slid to his ankles. I couldn't stop kissing him. I couldn't stop touching him. I was completely lost.
My tongue was in his mouth, my hands were on his body. That was the only thing I knew for sure. He kept breathing my name and arching his hips against mine. I reached blindly for the soap dispenser and pumped some onto my hand. Logic could kiss my ass. I was about to fuck my best friend in the bathroom of a KFC using hand soap as lube, and I was totally fine with that. Not that Kyle had any objections.
I let his hands go and grabbed his thighs. "You ready?"
He nods and loops his arms around my neck. I gave Kyle a sloppy kiss before holding him up agaisnt the wall. What happened next was a little awkward.
"What's the matter?"
"I, I can't pick you up."
Shit. Kyle was heavier than Bebe. Thinking quick, which isn't something I do normally, I turned him around and pushed him face-first into the tile. He swore and struggled until I grabbed hold of him and starting stroking, my other hand occupied with my own erection. I was going to fuck Kyle one way or another, goddamn it. He groaned and pushed back at me, bracing himself against the wall already. I was actually shaking. My shirt was still on and I was sweating. I was seriously...nervous. Not that I noticed at the time, how can you when you're about to-
"Mmm Kyle.."
He gasped and his face turned red. I could feel his knees buckle slightly as I entered him. Kyle made a whining noise and pounded the wall with his fist.
"I ff-forgot how big you were."
I smirked. Now he was just being flattering. I continued to push in slowly, grabbing his hips to steady myself. He felt just I remembered. I groaned his name under my breath, loving the way Kyle's body tensed and relaxed around me with every inch. Soon I was completely penetrating him and I pulled out slowly for my first thrust.
"You ready for it?", I breathed.
"You already made me wait too damn- long." Kyle thrust back on me and I fell forward, arms grabbing him, breathing in the scent of his Axe shampoo. I breathed his name and gave him a strong thrust, my little way of saying 'sorry'. I'm pretty sure Kyle's 'ah-oh ff-fuck' meant he had forgiven me.
My hands were all over him again. It seamed the deeper I went, the louder he moaned, so I soon found my balls slapping against Kyle's thighs almost painfully. But goddamn it was worth it. I slid my hands up his chest, somehow not having a problem with his lack of tits. In fact, his nipples responded so well to my brushing against them, I decided to rub harder.
"You like that?", I asked rhetorically.
Kyle groaned as a response and thrust back again. God, being fucking embedded in that kid is like brain soap. I think I'm the bitch in whatever relationship me and Kyle have now. All I know is that it involves sex in the bathroom of a KFC, and that's my kind of relationship. I give it to him faster until I feel his pre cum slicking up my hand.
"Kenny I'm- I.. ah"
Kyle started shaking and I put one hand on his lower stomach and one on his balls, feeling both areas contract as he came. Looks like I got the bathroom dirty again, huh? The consequences of my very sexy actions weren't apparent to me at the moment, however. I was preoccupied with a sensation I summed up thusly:
"Nnnhhhgg..."
I released inside Kyle until it dripped down his thighs. I needed that. I needed that so fucking bad. The expression on his face told me he loved it, too. I guess it's true what Cartman says about KFC. The gravy is the best part.
Standing there panting, still holding Kyle to my chest wordlessly, I heard a noise outside the door. My eyes widened. Aw hell no. I pulled out and away from Kyle and grabbed my pants off of the floor. He must have heard it too, because Kyle was buttoning up just as I located my underwear. It ended up in a sink somehow. My life is average.
"We are so fucked.", Kyle whispered as he pulled his shirt over his Jewfro. I had to agree, especially since I heard the doorknob turning at that very moment.
"McCormick? What the hell are you doing in the ba-"
I can only imagine what was going through Mr. Clark's head when he saw Kyle and I. Me with my pants around my knees and eyes the size of saucers, and Kyle with no shirt and messed up hair, standing next to a gigantic and really quite impressive cum stain on the wall. His mouth hung open, and for a second I thought maybe he had had a stroke and died.
"You- you're fired.", He said in a small voice. Mr. Clark then turned around and walked away, a bit like a robot in the stiffness of his movements.
I looked at Kyle and grinned. "You were totally worth it."
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