We'd spent 20 minutes gathering everything together on the boat. We wanted to make sure that everything was in place before we set off. Once that was done, we were anxious to take off.

Stan and I shoved everything in our room. The room wasn't amazing, but it wasn't the worst place I'd ever seen.

The doors to the rooms were either some kind of iron or something else. So were the walls. They wanted to take precautions to avoid the water rising to the rooms and causing flooding. They said some of the boats were prone to stuff like that.

It was my first time on a boat, and to put it quiet bluntly, I was scared. Stan knew that by the way I acted, so I sat held in his arms in our room while we took off. Kenny drove the boat.

The owner of the boat rentals place gave him a quick tutorial on how to work it, and didn't care that Ken had no experience whatsoever. He just wanted the boat to come back in one piece.

After we were far enough off shore that we couldn't see it anymore, we stopped the boat to let the waves control us. I was still a bit leery of being on here.

The four of us gathered outside and stared at the sun, fully risen from the horizon of the sky now. It was a nice sight, pretty damn amazing to see when there were no trees, cars, or clouds in the way.

"This is gonna be so much fun," Ken smiles. "I've never been on a boat before, and it's already really cool."

Cartman laughed, "Right? I mean, we're all actually getting along for once, it's not as bad as I thought it would have been." Who would have thought he could be sincere about something for once in his lifetime? And nice to me even? I liked the new Cartman. He was changed… in a much better way.

After a while more of talking, Stan and I went back in the room. We talked on our own instead.

"So, how are you feeling so far?" he asks, smiling at me while we lay on the bed, staring mindlessly at the ceiling.

"I don't know. I'm still kind of scared," I admit. Stan gets up from the bed and pulls down the blinds, blocking off all light from the room.

"Is there anything I can do to change that?" He smirks, raising his eyebrows in suit and meeting me back at the bed.

Time to play hard to get. "Probably not, I mean, it's really terrifying out here," I sarcastically put, holding back a smile.

He stares at me in confusion for a moment, but soon catches on to my drift. "Oh really? Nothing at all?" He gives back a fake pout and positions himself over me.

"Nope, nothing," I continue on, keeping my straight face intact.

"Fine then, I'll go make some dinner," he shrugs, beginning to get off me.

"Oh just shut up and fuck me already."

His smirk returns and he assumes his position from before.

Stan instantly connects his face to mine, beginning to drive his tongue into my mouth forcefully. I moan at the contact in pleasure, pushing my head slowly down closer to the pillow for a bit more comfort. After a few more seconds of that he pulled his face away from mine.

My fiancé moved away to bring his mouth to my present and unattended member. He saucily unzippered my jeans and began to deep throat my cock.

I wiped some of the spit from the corner of my mouth and pushed my head backwards into the pillow. As his mouth huskily worked its way up and down my throbbing length, I continued to moan. The dark haired boy, at the same time, had managed to throw my jeans off the bed. He'd already unzippered his own jeans, on his way to enter my body.

His entrance was hasty. I was taken back only the slightest bit, because I knew it had to be coming sooner or later. My hands held tightly to his hair, and he extended his neck up to connect his mouth back to mine.

"Ahh… that's it," I moan, shutting my eyes tightly.

"Think I can do better?" He spits. I nod eagerly.

"Mmm… you can go a lot harder than this," I answer.

"Beg me to," he insists.

I let out a small laugh and began me plead. "Oh fuck..." I let out before I start, "S-Stan… please… fuck me harder. You can go harder…" I yelp, "F-fuck, f…fuck me Stan," I cry. He falls into the trap of my begging and drives more forcefully into me.

I smile in delight and let my hands out of his grasp from his hair as to not hurt him. Stan explores my mouth with his tongue, not leaving a single area untouched. I love the idea of him being all over me like this. It's fucking amazing.

I could feel him coming to his peak, and it was sudden. Stan exploded his load into me, slowing down with his pace and then pulling out completely. He brought his mouth for one more simple kiss, and then curled up to me.

"I'm so tired," he panted. I wouldn't blame him. First off, we only got about an hour of sleep each during the car ride, and second, we just had sex. It was obvious.

He took me in his arms and placed a soft kiss on the back of my neck, bringing me to shudder in ecstasy. Being held tightly in his grip, we fell asleep that way. It might have been good that we got the long deserved sleep that we needed.

We must have been asleep for a few hours, because when I woke up, it was dark. Stan had already rolled over to his side of the bed, leaving me there under the covers, still freezing and naked.

I stood from the bed, now feeling fully energized, and gathered up all of my clothes. Stretching my hands to the ceiling and now being fully dressed, I yawned, and left the room.

I was quiet to shut the door behind me, making sure I didn't wake Stan.

When I got to the platform, Kenny was sitting there with a bottle of beer and his head rested against the inner side of the boat.

"Hey Kyle," he greets. "What are you doing up? It's like midnight."

"I should be asking the same to you," I respond. He merely shrugs and takes another swig at his beer.

"Just enjoying the night," he answers.

I make my way to sit down next to him, looking up at the starry night sky and sighing. "It's nice," I say, searching the stars for any sign of a constellation.

"Yeah," Ken agrees, taking his time to appreciate the surroundings.

"How'd you manage to get that beer? You're not even of legal drinking age," I question. I can't help but wonder how he did. Come to think of it, he was Kenny. Fake ID's, stealing from his parents, things like that; they were right up his alley.

"You know that liquor store down the street from our apartment?"

"Yeah."

"That guy let's anyone buy beer. I wish I'd known about that place when I was nine, because it sure as hell would have been the best store in the universe when I was that age."

I laughed quietly at his remark. "I doubt he would have sold beer to a nine year old," I roll my eyes.

"No, I'm serious, that guy has owned that place since he was in his 20s, he's about 50 now, you can tell. He's so laid back it's almost scary," Ken laughs.

I closed my eyes, still directing my head towards the dark blue sky. "I can tell."

"Yeah. You want one?"

I open my eyes and look towards him. "I've never gotten drunk before. Hell I've never even drank before," I say.

He looks at me and shrugs. "You don't have to get drunk. Though, a drunk Kyle is something I've never seen before," he scratches thoughtfully at the back of his head. "Just one?"

I slowly nod and give back a half smile. "Sure why not, there's a first for everything."

Ken stands up and heads off towards the kitchen. He brings back the 12 pack, setting it down in front of us, "Take one."

I reach out and open the nearest one, twisting off the cap as he comes to sit back down.

I press my lips to the rim of the glass and let a bit enter my mouth. The taste is disgusting. I hold it in my mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it.

"That's really… different," I inspect, the taste still lingering my mouth.

"I know it's not really good the first time, but if you keep drinking it, you get used to the taste," he explains. I take another longer sip and let it all slide down my throat. It still tastes sick…

Before I know it, the whole bottle in finished, and I can feel myself already craving another one. I reach to take one.

"Seconds already? I've gotta give you props Broflovski."

I laugh and finish another bottle. Before I know it, I'm on my 4th… or 5th… I can't really remember. I started to lose count after a while.

When I woke up, Ken and I were lying there together. I was on top of him, and I looked to my right to see both of our clothes there in a pile. I couldn't recall anything from the night before after that 7th beer.

This chapter was supposed to be something totally different, so I guess I'll make the next chapter based on what this one was supposed to be. That just makes this story one chapter longer. Now it's going to be 21 chapters! So Kyle got drunk, and had sex with Kenny. He must have had to been super drunk if he couldn't remember something as awesome as sex with him. How will Stan react? All these questions will be answered in the next chapter… Review!