South Park © Matt & Trey.

Kyle's POV


I haven't done anything sexual with Cartman since sucking him off, but we've been spending time together. He mostly watches me read and study. I don't mind. There's something quiet and comfortable about it. I think I might want to do more, but I'm not quite sure how to bring it up. I'm still not quite sure how I gathered enough confidence to say it in the first place. Me and Cartman… Who woulda thunk it? Definitely not me, that's for sure.

However, I'm not going to think about that now. I've just returned to my dorm room. The rest of the guys are still in class. I finish early and I've decided that since I'm horny, I'll try putting that thing they made me buy to use. I did pay money for it so I may as well use it. It's me-time.

I fetch it from my drawer in the bathroom and stare at it for a long time. The fact that I'm going to stick it up my ass is making me blush, even though I'm the only one who will know about it. I lock the door and take my clothing off before sitting on my bed.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this," I whisper to myself, rubbing lube over the phallic object. I lay on my back and I spread my legs, feeling shy even though I'm the only one in the room. It isn't like I haven't masturbated before. Christ. Just as I have it half way in, I hear the dorm door unlock and before I can make myself decent it swings open. "Fuck…!"

Stan stares at me with wide eyes that show unmasked shock. I stare back, forcing a blank expression to stay plastered to my face. I'm not about to start blushing like a kid caught stealing candy.

"Uh… Hey, Stan," I greet him evenly, not budging an inch. He simply salutes me and then leaves the room, swinging the door shut and locking it from the outside.

Ho-ly shit!


After what proves to be a pleasurable experience, apart from the interruption, I clean off and throw my clothing back on. Then I prepare for the inevitable. I go find Stan. When I do, he looks like he's in the middle of telling a story. I arrive just in time to hear the best part.

"Come on, just finish the story," Kenny urges.

"Okay, so there's Kyle, right? Not wearing a stitch of clothing, legs spread wide apart… and yup, Kenny, you'll be proud. He was putting that dildo to good use. I saw everything!"

Kenny chortles loudly. "Oh, hey, Kyle!"

Stan spins around and looks sheepish. He laughs somewhat nervously and my own mouth curves upward. "Sorry you had to see that," I say.

He smiles and shrugs his shoulders. "That's okay. Definitely not the first time I've seen your ass… though it's never been in that context."

Cartman looks less than amused. I just grin at him because I can tell he's jealous Stan saw me like that first. Craig and Clyde saunter into the room a short while later and Kenny asks them, "How was class?"

"Fine," they both say in unison.

"You would not believe what I just saw," Stan starts.

"What?" Clyde asks.

"They don't need to know, Stan," I say dryly.

"Now I'm curious," Clyde snorts, taking a seat.

I just roll my eyes and Stan regales them with the story of seeing me stick that damn thing up my ass. Clyde laughs boisterously at the tale. "We all knew he'd try it out."

"Yeah, how was it, Kahl?" Cartman asks tauntingly. "Did you enjoy it?"

"For sure," I say.

"Oh!" Kenny suddenly jumps up. "Me and Craig have an announcement."

"Huh?" Clyde raises an eyebrow.

"Okay," Kenny starts. He stands next to Craig and looks at us all. "We're together," he says, taking Craig's hand.

"Fags," Cartman calls.

"Aw," I coo. "When did this happen?" Though I can't say I'm surprised. I knew Kenny was trying to better himself for someone. Craig looks like the kind of guy who wouldn't tolerate Kenny's bullshit for too long.

"Er," he murmurs, "over a year."

"What?" I deadpan. Well, I guess I was wrong. Though, it's weird. Craig doesn't seem the type to sit back and let Kenny cheat and cheat and cheat. I wonder how they kept it a secret for so long.

"That long?" Clyde asks, surprised. "Why didn't you tell me…?"

"This idiot got scared," Craig says with disdain, shooting Kenny a less than impressed look. "Hence all the fucking cheating."

"Not cool, dude," Clyde shakes his head.

Kenny looks sheepish, but Craig probably isn't mad because the two of them disappear a few minutes later. They're probably going to fuck each other's brains out. I kind of wish someone would fuck my brains out. I'm getting horny again and it's probably pretty obvious. If Kenny were here, he'd call me out on it because, for some reason, he can always tell when someone is trying to suppress a boner. It's like his sixth sense.

Stan and Clyde start talking about a communications class they're both taking. Once they are preoccupied, I make eye contact with Cartman and nod towards the exit.

"I'm going to head back to our room," I tell Stan.

"Gonna go play with yourself some more?" he asks, snickering.

"No," I insist with a laugh, though I suppose there's some truth to it.

"I'm going to stay here for the next little while," he says. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Have fun studying," I tell them. I leave a moment later and make my way to my dorm. A few minutes later, the door swings open and Cartman walks inside. He locks the door behind himself and then crosses his arms.

"So," he states. "You used the dildo."

"Yeah," I can't help but laugh. "Stan walked in and saw the whole damn thing. He eyes almost popped out of his head."

"Hm," he grumbles.

"Aw, jealous?" I ask, smiling. I give his cheek a couple patronizing slaps before he swats my hand away.

"No," he insists, but I can tell he's lying.

"You don't need to be jealous of Stan," I promise him. "We're close as close can be. I mean, fuck, I've told you about the time during that sleepover where I woke up with Stan's fucking boner digging into my ass. That kind of shit doesn't mean anything. It would only mean something if I did something about the fact that his boner was that close to me."

"Well, did you want to do something about it?" he asks.

"No," I laugh. "Besides, you have no right to be jealous anyway. This is just sex, isn't it? We aren't together."

He moves closer and grabs a fistful of my hair, moving my head back and bearing my neck. "What if I want more from you?"

"Oh?" I ask, amused. "Like what?"

"What if I want to be the only one to see you the way Stan saw you today."

"I'd say maybe."

"Maybe?" he repeats, letting me go.

"Yes, maybe." Without further ado, I reach for the edge of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it onto the floor.

"Eager, huh?" he asks before doing the same. Once we're undressed, he doesn't hesitate to touch me and I feel myself grow hard in his hand. "Bend over," he demands.

"Ask nicely," I simper sweetly.

"Bend over, please," he says the word distastefully.

I crawl onto the bed and lift my ass up while resting my cheek on the fresh scented sheets. I feel his hands on my backside before his wet thumbs start prying me open. "…mm…" I whimper as they're removed and he drives in with little warning. "Ah! Fuck!" I shout, clutching a nearby pillow.

"This is fun, isn't it Kahl?" he snickers. "Are you sure you haven't let Stan do this to you yet?"

"Sh-shut up, f-fucking fat-ass," I hiss. "You'll ruin the m-mood..."

He chuckles, continuing to rock his hips back and forth rapidly. I moan loudly into the pillow whilst hoping that, speaking of Stan, he doesn't choose now to come back. I close my eyes, as Cartman grabs me by the hips – preventing me from lurching forward as he quickens his pace. He finishes inside of me with a solid grunt – not that I expected anything else. Unlike me, he is hardly vocal. He doesn't use a condom, but then again, I don't really mind if it gets a little messy as long as we're careful.

Cartman lets out a sigh as he pulls out and I make a face, feeling his jizz dripping out of my ass. "Quite the view," he admires, giving me a slap on the behind before flipping me over so I'm on my back. I spread my legs apart and let him kneel in between them. "No matter who else you sleep with," he begins, wrapping his hand around me, "it won't be as good as this."

"You talk far too much," I say, breathing heavily, rolling my hips into his hand.

He snorts, moving his hand faster. I feel my toes curl and, before I can stop myself, I let out this annoying mewl as I shoot my load into his hand. Cartman examines the mess before wiping it on my stomach.

"Dumb-ass," I sigh, giving him a dry look.

"Jew-bitch," he retorts.

"For the record," I start, "I never really wanted anyone else like this."

"Killer," he says, lying down next to me. "You know, you're a hell of a lot less shy than I thought."

"I told you." I roll over and drape myself flat on top of him. My hips against his, my cock against his, my lips against his. "Am I too heavy?" I wonder aloud after we break apart.

"Not at all," he snorts, touching the small of my back before grabbing my ass.

"Good," I say. "I quite like lying here… but unfortunately, we should probably get dressed. Stan will probably cry if he sees this much in one day." I roll off of him a minute later and clean myself. Cartman does the same and we put our clothing back on. Just in the nick of time, too, because Stan walks in a few moments after.

"Carman?" he asks dumbly, eying the both of us. "What are you doing here?"

"Bugging Kahl," Cartman says evenly. "What does it look like?"

Stan shrugs, seemingly satisfied with the fib. Me and Cartman share a look of amusement and Stan flops onto the bed. "I'm taking a nap," he announces. I'll have to wash my sheets later.


It's now Friday. Classes have ended and since it's the weekend once again, this naturally means a party. It's only 5PM and kids are already drunk and humping one another. Welcome to fuckin' university. I guess, for some people, it's never too early for booze.

As I wander through the crowds in search of a familiar face, I hear a voice call my name. "Kyle!"

I turn around and see the guy who took my virginity. I force away the blush that wants to creep across my face and say, "What?"

"Careful," he chides, smirking. "If I didn't know any better I might think you were unhappy to see me."

"Well, I'm not exactly thrilled," I admit. "You're a bit of a pig, you know."

"Am I?" he laughs. He throws an arm around me and I immediately shake it off. "Come on," he says, "Lemme get you a drink."

"No."

"Just one?" he pleads.

"Fine," I tersely accept.

He smiles and we approach the drink table. He pours two cups of rum and hands me one.

"Tryin' to get me liquored up?" I ask in a joking tone, taking the red cup.

"Maybe," he says, and I'm not sure whether or not he's kidding around. He better be.

"I don't even remember your fucking name," I say.

"That's because I never told you."

"Well, how the hell do you know mine?" I wonder. He just shrugs his shoulders, smiling as he takes a swig of his drink. I can't help but roll my eyes. "What's your name, then?" I ask, taking a long sip of my own drink.

"It's Trent."