A/N: I know I've kept you guys waiting forever, but finally, there's some smex! Mind you, I'm 14, so if it sucks, please don't blame me. Anyhoo, on with the chapter.

Just as I was about to take a much needed sip of liquor, a voice startled me from behind.

"Kahl, what the hell are you doing? It's time to go!"

His eyes slowly drift down to the liquor bottle in my hand.

"Oh, god dammit, I shoulda known!"

He abruptly knocks the bottle out of my hand, sending it plunging towards the floor.

I gaped in horror as the bottle landed with a SHOOM! and shattered into a million tiny pieces.

"Cartman, what the hell!" I exclaim.

"Shut up, Jew!" He yells back, taking ahold of my scrawny arm and yanking me away from my room.

"Cartman, I'm not even dressed to go out!" I insist, trying desperately to pull away and go back to my room and change.
"Oh well, Kahl! I gave you five goddamn minutes and you decided you were going to drink all my liquor!" He retorted.

I bit down on my lower lip as hard as I could to restrain myself from growling like a dog.

I shut my eyes tightly, refusing to watch as he dragged me out into the freezing cold.

By the time we were halfway towards the car, I was already freezing my fucking ass off.

Why the hell does South Park have to be so goddamn cold?, I thought to myself as we piled into my mom's shiny green hybrid.

Cartman chuckled softly and punched my arm. "Dude, it's okay, you can open your eyes now."

I slowly began to open my eyes. When I did, I saw the same old car I'd been riding in since I was nine.

I chuckled weakly at the memories it brought back.

Cartman scooted closer towards me.
"So, Kaahl,what should we do first once we get to Casa Bonita?" He asked, pawing playfully at my leg.

I swatted his hand away and focused on the road.

"Dammit Kahl, stop ignoring me!" He demanded in a hoarse whisper.
"Shut up!" I yelled back.

"Boys, stop fighting!" Mom shouted, her eyes shifting from the road to us.
Cartman and I were silent for the rest of the trip.

When we finally arrived at Casa Bonita, Cartman practically jumped out of the car. I, however, took my time getting out of the car.

Mom attempted to lead us into the restuarant, but Cartman was already twelve feet in front of her, sprinting towards the entrance.

"Come on you guys, let's go!" He hollered, urging us to hurry up.

"Wait up, Cartman!" I yelled back, trying to catch my breath.

As soon as we were inside the restuarant, a fair-skinned woman with long brown hair greeted us casually.
"Hello, how are we all doing tonight?" She asked with a smile.

"Oh, we're fine, how are you?" My mother replied, returing the smile.

"Fine. It's just the three of you?" She asked, looking around to see if we had anyone else in the party.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied, turning my attention to Cartman, whose hands were fiddling with his tux.

"Follow me." The lady instructed. She led us to a booth by the center of the restaurant.

"I'll be back shortly to take your order." She told us as she was leaving the booth.

"Excuse us, we have to go to the bathroom." Cartman announced, dragging me out of my mother's sight.

"What the hell, dude!" I exclaimed, looking at him like he was crazy.

"Look, Kahl, do you want to get laid or don't you?" He retorted.

A couple of people must've heard us because it felt like the entire room was staring at us.
"What the hell are you assholes staring at?" Cartman snapped.

Instantly, everyone who was staring at us went back to what they were doing.

"Come on, Kahl. It'll be fun." He insisted.

"No, Cartman!" I yelled back.
"Kahl, you WILL take it, or I'll kick your sorry Jew ass." He threatened.
"NO!" I shouted.

He tightened his grip on my wrist and dragged me into the employee's bathroom. Unfortunately for me, it was just a regular old bathroom with a toilet, a sink, and a urinal, complete with no stalls and a perfectly functioning door lock. Fuck, Cartman was going to rape me and I had no way out.
"Let's have some fun, Kahl." Cartman whispered in my ear.

"Let's not." I replied hesitantly. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead as I watched him slowly take off his clothes.

I stared at his dick in jealousy. He was at least four inches longer than me.

Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to look away.
"Strip, Jew."

I slowly began to take off my clothes as well.
"I swear to God, Cartman, if you tell anyone about this-"
"Don't worry, Jew. I won't tell anyone." He replied with a shit-eating grin that sent shivers up my spine.

"Lay down, Kahl."

I obediently laid down, bracing for impact.

"Ok, Kahl, here it comes." He warned me.

I groaned quite audibly as he slid his long, slender dick into my tight, virgin ass.

"OW, DUDE STOP IT, IT HURTS!" I yelled out.

He clasped a hand over my mouth.
"Shut up, Kahl, or someone's gonna hear you!"
"That's the point, fat-ass!" I shot back.

He shoved himself deeper and deeper inside me, until at last his entire body tensed and he came.

Nevertheless, he kept thrusting in and out of me and a pace I wouldn't even expect him to be able to achieve at his weight.

I thought his fat-ass would've been tired ages ago, but nope. He kept going and going and going, and I kept screaming out in pure ecstasy every time he slammed into my prostate.

Finally, after five long, pleasure-filled minutes, he pulled out and collapsed ontop of me.
"Let's do it again!" I shouted eagerly.

"Maybe later, Kahl." He said as he passed out on my back.