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WARNING! LEMON LATER IN THE CHAPTER

(Kyle's POV)

"Dude, you CAN'T be serious Stan." I can't believe that he would be this stupid. Honestly, Stan has been my superbestfriend for as long as I can remember, but really? Tweek? "Tweek is... well he's Tweek!"

Stan leans back in his chair, lazily stretching. I close his biology textbook and place my glasses on the wooden table. "You should be happy Ky. I'm not with Wendy anymore." Don't get me wrong, I HATE Wendy, BUT TWEEK?

"Well of corse I'm happy. That you aren't with that anorexic bitch." Stan visually stiffens. I know I sturck a bad cord there, but I don't really care.

His eyes darkenever so slightly, I notice it, and honestly, I don't feel bad for saying it. Not one bit. Don't talk about her like that. Not matter what she did, it's not right to talk about women like that."

I scoff, "Dude. She is a bitch." Hes giving me the -change-the-subject- look, and as his superbestfriend, I do so, "So are you really sure about this then? I mean, seriously? Are you sure this isn't just experimentation?"

My superbestfriend gives me a weary smile, and places his hand on top of mine. "I think I'm in love Kyle, can't you just be happy for me?" Damnit. He's giving me the pouty eyes.

I shake my head violently, it's like we're in 3rd grade again, except this time, its Tweek, not Wendy. "Dude, your my superbestfriend. So i'm gonna tell it to you strait. YOU have said what? Maybe 3 words to Tweek since we came to highschool, YOU were dating WENDY a GIRL for almost 8 YEARS and you are just giving that all up for a little EXPEREMENTATION with a GUY you barely know? You can't HONESTLY think that you are in LOVE right?" Fuck. I need to watch what I say some times.

Stan shook his head, "Why are you suddenly all for Wendy Now?" I shrink back a little from Stan calling me out. "You know my love for Wendy died a long time ago... And everyone knows she's cheating on me with Token. Why would I stay with her?"

He had a point. But still... TWEEK! WHY NOT ME? I mean, I've had a crush on him since 8th grade! I've been there for him! We do everything together! He Why Tweek? I've done WAYmore for Stan! I bet Tweek doesn't even know Stan's favorite flavor of ice cream! Strawberry! With chocolate syrup on top! Ha! Stan and Tw- "Umm Ky? You alright? Your face is red."

I Touch my cheek, damnit. I'm blushing. "Yah dude, i'm fine." I stand up and grab my books off the library table we are sharing. "Just don't do anything stupid alright?" I turn and leave without waiting for a 'yes' or 'no' and walk out of the library to my Jeep outside.

Much to my dismay I find my frinemy/lover Eric Cartman leaned against the hood of his Mercades Benz next to my Jeep. I give out a heavy sigh, nothing good ever comes from our encounters, and I have a feeling this time will not be any different. "What do you want fatass?"

Cartman pushes himself off his hood with grace and swaggers his way over to me. "Just wanted to see how my favorite jew was doing." He leans down to examine my face. God, ever since the beginning of highschool Cartman had began to lose weight, I guess he was right, he was just big boned. But anyways, he's hot now, still a total asshole, but hot nonetheless.

Our lips were just centimeters apart when I pulled away. This wasn't the place for such intamacy. "Sure sure. But really, what the fuck do you want?"

The brunette chuckles, "You got me jew," He throws up his hands in fake surrender. "Do you know what today is?"

"The day I lost my best friend to a freak?"

A mock smile graces fatass' face, the kind fo smile that can only mean one thing. "Stop being all emo jew. You know you will never get Stan." he shot me down on that one, "No, today is our one year anniversary. And I'm taking you out to dinner."

I bet your wondering, 'What the hell? When did this happen?' umm, it's kind of hard to explain... I guess you could say a casual fuck turned into a love hate relationship. I give in, because I know once Cartman has his mind on something, he will never let it slip."Fine, what do you have in mind Cartman?"

Suddenly my world goes black. Damnit.

When I wake up, I smell fired chicken. Fucking fatass, I bet he took us to KFC. But why would he knock me out to take me to KFC? It's just 5 miles down the road. But I don't think that we are in KFC. IT would be a HELL OF a lot EASIER if Cartman would just take off my damn blindfold. Wait, where the hell is the fatass? I don't hear him at all. "Hey fatass! Take this damn blindfold off me!"

A dark chuckle comes from behind me. "hehe, say please you stupid jew."

I struggle against my restrains, I fucking hate it when he does this. "Please Cartman?" All this bondage is really turning me on, And Fatass knows it.

I feel strong arms wrap around my slender waist, "Naa. I don't feel like it." Cartman picks me up and slings me over his shoulder. "Can't ruin the suprise now can we you filthy jew.?"

"I fucking hate you fatass." I mumble. I learned long ago that if you fight back, your gonna get your ass beat. So when Cartman does something I hate, I just insult him, nothing more. I guess you could say that I a a LITTLE scared of Cartman. Not much...

After about 15 minutes, his footsteps come to a stop and I'm placed on the ground. I can feel the sun going down against my pale skin. I could only guess it is about 7 o'clock. But then again, I have a fucking blind fold on, so I could be wrong. Speak of the danm thing, I feel the bounds on my feet and then back of my head loosen.

I open my eyes, looking around, I see that we are on top of a large hill, I had to blink a few times to adjust to the falling sun. I have no clue where we actually are, but it is beautiful. The veiw is wonderful, you can see all of South Park from here. I feel the cool autumn air settling over the hill in a pleasant breeze. I never knew that Cartman had a taste for romance.

"It's beautiful." I murmur more to myself than to my captor.

''Damn strait. You better like it jew." Cartman huffs. I turn around, only to see said romantic munching down on a KFC chicken leg.

"Way to ruin the moment fatass." God I wish I had I different boyfriend.

Catman soffs, then wraps an arm around my shoulder. "Shut up and just enjoy the sunset." I obey. The colors, going from an eletric yellow,bleeding into a pale red, then blended into a dark blue. I always love watching sunsets. Everything about them screams beauty. The perfect blend of colors, a wonderful symophony of pastels flowing together to form a world class piece of art. If only Stan was here. That would make this evening perfect.

I feel a hot tounge trace my left ear. Circling my peircings going down my earlobe. Goosebumps send a wave of pleasure down my spine. I lean back to give him a better field to pleasure me nips follow, I can litterally feel my mind drift away, replacing my concience with pure animal instuncts.

I turn around, and place my hands on his chest, enjoying the sexual attention I'm getting. It is only right to return it. So I do, I trail my fingers down, reaching under his shirt. Tracing his weel defined abs. He is all wrong. There is no slenderness in this body, pure muscle. No room for anything else, emotions, caring, loving, nothing. He just feels wrong. But I don't care, he is as close as I will ever get to the real thing.

He lays me down on the soft grass and explores my body swiftly. From my flat stomach to my peert nipples. He gives them a little pinch. Oh god it feels so amazing, and we're not even to the good part yet.

In a flash, my cargo shorts and boxers are gone, exposing my erect manhood. Rough hands caress my hardened cock.I would give anything if only these touches belonged to someone else. He rubs up and down, hands slick with my precum, this only makes this hand job all the better. I want so much more than a simple hand job, I want him buried ddeep inside me. I voice this, just barely above a whisper. "I want you, right now." He obeys. Not leaving his responsibility at my cock.

Softly, he places his fingers in my mouth. I close my eyes and sluck on them slowly, twirling my tounge around his fingers, coating them with my saliva. I can feel him enter me, slowly adding didgits, streching me the best he can.

I can feel myself litterally being ripped apart, no amount of preperation could ever help this, I know this. It is another thiing that seperates him for my dream, he is too big, everythig about him is too big. His face, his body, his dick, his everything. And his eyes, the worst of all, those shit brown eyes, no where close to a starry blue. No. So I shut my eyes tight and try to invisison his eyes. His smile, and forget the man who is really on top of me.

Once he pushs himself in, he buries his face in the crook of my neck. Going at a steady pace to find my sweet spot. All this tension keeps building up, I can't wait any longer, so I move with him, helping him find it and when we do, I scream out in extacy. "Oh god yes! Faster! Faster!" I love this feeling, it all makes it worth dealing with him. This is our time to drift of into our fantasy land, we play our little game of make believe. I scream his name over and over again, "Oh Stan, I love you so much Stan!"

On the other end, I can bearly hear him whisper, "Kenny, your so tight, your so perfect. Why can't you be mine? Is it because I'm not small? I tried, I tried so hard to show you I can be better than him. But no, you rejected me. YOU ALWAYS REJECT ME!" something inside him errupts and he starts pounding me at an inhuman pace, driven by pure rage from the fact that I am not him. I love it, so much. I can cause him so much pain, but still pleasure him at ther same time. But when the thought of him crosses my mind, I don't feel that happiness any more, because reality settles in. This isn't Stan, this is Cartman. So I just lay there and enjoy the physical pleasure. Drowning in the feeling of having my prostate rammed over and over again. Even if it is out of rage, I don't care. Sex is sex. Right?

Making beLIEve is the worst thing you could ever do, because you always have to WAKE UP.