Kenny's POV –
I'd arrived at Craigs party at around 8:30, by 11 I was blind drunk and had decided to head home. I'd spent the night drinking with Tweek and his friends. They thought they were tough and could hold their liquor until partying with me. I'd been drinking with my dad since I was thirteen, no one had more experience when it came to drinks. Tweek and I chatted all night, he knew my name and he remembered me and all the shit I got up to through childhood. That glimmer of hope morphed into a shining beacon of probability. When I announced I was leaving Tweek decided to turn in for the night as well. I fought my way out of the house pushing the ridiculously intoxicated party goers to make a path through I finally make it outside thrilled to be on solid ground where I could stand without having bodies rubbing against mine and drinks being spilled over me.
Tweeks eyes glistened in the pale moonlight, his smile appearing as one of the stars which filled the sky. I grinned as I noticed he was still beside me.
"Insane night." I mumbled hoping to start up another conversation.
"Yeah…. Especially the first words you spoke to me. Where you drunk, high or serious?" He quizzed. I smirked sheepishly.
"I guess you'll never know." I teased. Tweek laughed as he buried his hands in his pockets and began walking. I crossed my arms over my chest and followed.
"Where you going now?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Back to my place." I answered softly gazing towathe oddly beautiful night sky.
"I mean my room mate would be worried, he was meant to come out tonight but I guess he chickened out." I said making idle chit chat.
"Oh yeah you live with that Butter dude right? Can I ask why you're friends with him? Last time I hung with you, you were tight with those other three guys what were their names?" Tweek replied being kind and talkative as we strolled down the dark streets.
"That's it Cartman, Stan and Kyle." He excitedly stated snapping his fingers pointing toward me with the hand he'd recently freed from the confines of his pocket. I nodded.
"WellI can't tell you the whole story because I want to leave some mystery between us but Stan is dating Bebe and Kyle and Cartman and in a relationship." I explained. Tweek stopped placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Who are Kyle and Cartman with?" He asked, too drunk to comprehend what I was trying to get acorss.
"Each other, they are together." I sighed slowly. Tweek laughed.
"Damn…. Lucky fatboy. Kyle was gorgeous as a kid and I saw him recently fucking smoking hot." Tweek exclaimed walking away from me again. I paused taking in his words. He'd just said Kyle is hot? What the fuck? I raced after Tweek stopping him.
"You never answered me, what turns your crank?" I asked. Tweek stared blankly into my face. The many beers had had one hell of an effect on his thought process.
"Do you like dudes, chicks or what?" I question slowly.
"I like whatevers going….I'm pan." He answered. I felt my smile widen as the words bellowed through my mind like sweet music. Pansexual meant Tweek was sexually open and didn't base his choices on gender, age alignment or other. He would also be willing to take many partners. Pansexuals usually didn't get feelings involved, it was more a concept of pleasure. If I fit into a category, I would've been considered pan. But hating sterotypes I never labelled myself. I simply classified myself as complicated. I embrace Tweek in a warm, tight embrace.
"So would you fuck me?" I quizzed. Tweek looked me up and down as I hung off him my arms wrapped around his neck. He grinned siftly and nodded.
"Sure you filled out nice, I've thought for a while now you'd be an amazing fuck and me and my friends have a bet going about the size of your cock." He confessed. I bounced happily before gently pressing my lips to Tweeks. My body quaked although the kiss was innocent and brief. Closed mouth peck, nothing intense just yet. That'd all come soon enough. I released him and we continued our journey. We came to my front door and Tweek nodded.
"Well I guess this is goodnight then." He said. I smiled.
"I guess it is, unless there was something else you needed to get off you chest beforeyou leave." I sighed hopefully. Tweek took a long stride toward me pushing me against the side of the building. He engaged me in a wet, warm drunken kiss. I'd had a lot of drunken kisses most of which were akward and sloppy. Tweek's kiss was titillating and stimulating. He drove my sense insane with passion. I felt his warm breath and soft lips trail down my neck, leaving soft lust fuelled pecks upon my goosebump covered flesh. I felt his hands graze the growing bulge in my jeans. He smirked.
"I just need to find out that size so I can win the bet." He announced staring up at me wantonly.
I felt my fly unzip, Tweeks hand slowly slipped inside. He gasped.
"What?!" I shrieked Tweek laughed.
"Naughty boy, you go commando." He teased. I scoffed.
"I have to I can't afford underwear." I informed him. I felt Tweeks hand slowly petting my throbbing erection. I let out a soft whimper losing myinhibitions to the sensation of his gentle, soothing touch.
"Out of curiousity how big did you bet I was?" I choked out, my teeth buried into my bottom lip stopping moans from escaping.
"Ahhhh about nine, maybe ten inches." Tweek stated not looking up from his current focus.
I felt as he slipped his hand from my jeans and fumbled with the button. Soon enough the button popped and he slowly tugged at my jeans. As they inched off I felt my hard on spring free smacking Tweek in the face. He gasped in awe as he now saw the size of my thick, hard dick.
"I was right?"He questioned himself. "Actually I might've under valued you. Fuck it's big." He purred admiring my organ. I smirked widely as Tweek slowly wrapped his hand aroundmy girth, storking me gently as I slowly gyrated my hips towards his soft, petting.
"Fuck I want to taste it, can I taste it?" Tweek begged. So much for mystery between us. I nodded as my squeezed my eyes shut awaiting the feel of Tweek's lips pursed around my throbbing member. I shudder and wriggled as I felt something incredible. I opened my eyes, half lidded I stared down upon the perfect blonde punk as he traced circles around the eye of my dick.
"A tongue bar." I moaned in sheer ecstasy. Tweek laughed.
"Yes, I'll heighten the sensation and increase your pleasure." He explained with his mouth full.
The blonde pressed the ball into the eye as he took my whole length deep. The way he'd leart to twirl his tongue while deep throating was incredible beyond belief. I ran my fingers through his now messy bush of hair gently tugging on strands and he sent shockwaves pulsing through my body. It didn't take long for the rebel to milk me of my love juice. He grinned at me as I helped him up off his knees. He smirked as he swallowed every last drop that I'd produced. I admired his naughtiness and figured this man could teach me a thing or two. Tweek engaged me in a deep kiss the salty flavour of me still lingering on his lips. We separated promising to catch up again later. A sense of relief now flowing over me I ventured inside. The lights were off and the apartment was silent. I walked into my room and flicked on the light to find Butters nude and sprawled out on my bed. His mid length blonde hair in pigtails and his face beautifully made up. Butters often reverted back to childhood when he had something difficult to express and he'd not be Butters anymore. He'd become the unashamed whore Majorine. I stared at Butters and smirked widely.
"Hey dude." I greeted. Butters got up from the bed and walked over to me. The smell of perfume filled my nose overtaking all my senses. He held a finger to my lips and silenced me.
"Kenny, we have to talk." He stated.