Chapter 4: "Exhibition Weekend"

Disclaimer:
South Park characters will be completely naked. Contains mature/offensive language so you are being advised now to be on the safe side.

Saturday morning: Kyle's house

It was a wonderful Saturday morning in the always snowy town of South Park, Colorado. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and the Broflovski residence was in plain view.

Inside the household, in Kyle's room, he and his friend Stan were sleeping in the same bed; backs against one another. This was the first weekend of the new school year so they took advantage and slept in.

Eventually, Stan woke up from his slumber and noticed he fell asleep in his friend's bed again while a perfectly fine air-mattress that was made for him sat in the corner of the room.

"Sometimes I wonder why I bothered to bring that thing," he laughed.

Judging by the Game Sphere controller in his lap, Stan came to the conclusion that the two had fallen asleep while playing games all night.

The short black haired 18-year-old got out of Kyle's bed—that was built to support two people—and placed the controller on the nightstand. He then headed over to his large bag that sat right beside Kyle's dresser and took out a clean set of clothes he was going to change into.

"Heading out, Stan?" Kyle's tired sounding voice was heard from behind.

"Oh, mornin', man," Stan smiled. "And no, not yet. Not until noon."

"Oh, cool. So we can finally hang out on a Saturday morning. Good," Kyle stretched.

"Yeah," Stan smiled as he took out a T-shirt and blue jeans from his bag.

Kyle leaned against the headboard, and from there—if he was so inclined to—he could gaze at Stan's backside and get a nice glimpse of a rather round and perfect looking butt. Stan appeared to be busy gathering his clothes so it seemed likely he would to not notice. Thus, Kyle caught a peak, which consequently made him go faintly red in the cheeks.

Unfortunately for Kyle, Stan eventually turned his head back and inevitably caught him in the act; Kyle quickly looked away when he noticed that Stan detected him... but it was too late; Stan got him. Nevertheless, he never questioned or said anything that would turn the situation awkward.

Stan, therefore, focused back on the clothes in hand and simply gave a slight grin of his own.

Kyle finally got out of bed and walked over to his friend. He then sat himself down on the air mattress and Stan glanced at him.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, dude. Kinda fell asleep in your bed again."

"Well, I don't really see why you brought that thing anyway. You knew I got a new bed, and it clearly fits us both easily," Kyle noted.

"I didn't really think, to be honest. I was under the impression you'd still want your own space."

"No, screw that; sleep in mine from now on, man," Kyle insisted.

"Okay, well, could I use your shower?"

"Of course. You don't have to keep asking, Stan. You live here now. Treat it like home," Kyle insisted further.

Stan gave a slight nod before he motioned on out of the room. From his room, Kyle overheard him yelling, "Ah, Jesus Christ, dude!" disgustedly.

Naturally, Kyle walked out to see what was up.

Out in the hall, ready to greet Kyle right away was Ike Broflovski; Kyle's thirteen-year-old (adopted) brother; buck naked head-to-toe. They both averted their eyes from the lad who made no effort to cover himself.

"Dammit, Ike. Stop fucking streaking around the house!" Kyle yelled.

"Kyle!" his mother Sheila Broflovski shouted.

"Sorry, Mo-" Kyle cut himself off when he caught a sight of his mother walking out of her room naked as ever. "Oh, for God's sake!" he and Stan cowered away, arms up to block as much as possible. "What the hell are you doing, Mom?!"

Sheila gazed down at herself for a second before she chuckled and explained. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about, bubelah. We all just figured you boys already heard about it from your friends."

"What are you talking about, Mom?"

"It's Exhibitionist Weekend. They've been talking about it all week on the news."

"I-I'm sorry. But this is way more than I ever wanted to see," Stan made sure to avoid eye contact as he proceeded to the bathroom and closed it.

"What's the matter, bubbe?"

"This is what's the matter. You two are just... naked. Right in front of my friend too. Why would you even want to do something like this anyway, Mom?!"

"It's just for fun, Kyle. Something you seem to have lost upon reaching adulthood. Lighten up already. Welp, see you boys later," Kyle's mom wandered on downstairs.

"Here." Ike handed his brother his phone, clearly indicating there was something on it he wanted Kyle to see.

"What's this?" Kyle asked, still trying his best to not look at him.

Kyle observed a short thirty-second video that depicted a male reporter who was completely naked. Thankfully, the bottom portion was cut off from the camera and he had a microphone in hand.

"This weekend is one South Park has been waiting for. All inspired by the ever so popular Tired Spongebob meme that has swept the nation, people are slowly participating in a special weekend commonly referred to as Exhibitionist Weekend. It started in California, then picked up in Texas, New Jersey, Nevada, and now Colorado. What is Exhibitionist Weekend, you may ask? The first weekend of the new school year, all of the students and their families say 'f**k it' to dignity and go completely naked," he said, while he got bleeped on the curse word. "And... as you can see: I'm a naked news reporter right now, so you might be thinking I have very low self-esteem and dignity to be doing this..." he pauses. "And You'd be right. Good day! Enjoy the breeze outside!"

And with that, the video ended.

Kyle raised an eyebrow. 'That's it? A stupid meme? What is this? The whole Faith Hilling thing continued?' he thought.

"Are we really caring about memes again?"

"It's not about the stupid meme, Kyle," Ike took back his phone. "It's just fun. C'mon, Kyle. When's the last time you let loose?"

"M-many times!" Kyle finally glared at Ike. "I just think this sort of thing crosses a limit for me."

Then, something happened Kyle never expected. He heard Stan fidget on the bathroom door handle before it opened wide. He had nothing but a 'Terrance & Phillip' towel wrapped around his waist. His clothes held in his left arm.

That was not the unexpected part, but it did cause Kyle to question. "Aren't you forgetting to change, Stan?"

"Don't you know what today is?" Stan asked, looking pumped.

Upon realization, Kyle of course groaned. "Oh my God. Stan? Please tell me you're not considering this. You're eighteen now, Stan. This is soooo wrong that anyone would think public nudity is okay; not to mention immature!"

"Don't listen to him, Stan. Clothes this weekend to us are like a prison to our bodies."

"Yeah! What you're little brother said."

"Okay. This is getting too weird for me. I'm going back to my room. Come back to me when this stupid thing is over," Kyle walked away.

Stan had the expression of disappointment on his face and began to follow him. He closed the door, "Hey."

"Why would you wanna expose yourself like that to the world, Stan?"

"I don't know?! I saw the video for it. Remember when we Faith Hilled and all that?"

"Yeah. And we were kids then. We didn't even know what dignity was then. I guess I haven't kept up with meme-inspired events lately because I find them stupid. I'm just baffled you'd wanna humor this."

"I don't know what the big deal is. It's not like I'm gonna be the only one doing it. On Friday, I heard that Clyde was gonna do it. I think even some of the girls are doing it. So you know what that means? I can look at girls without getting slack from Wendy."

"That's gross and wrong too, Stan. Look. Do whatever you want. I don't care. But count me out," Kyle said.

Stan sighed. "You know, you need to lighten up."

Kyle faced the window for a quick second. While he did, Stan faced Kyle's bed and placed the clothes down and followed that by stripping the towel he wore off of him and stood straight, facing Kyle. The latter quickly turns back around and what he sees shocks the red-head.

"Gah! Holy shit, Stan!" he covered his eyes.

Staring at butts was one thing but staring at Stan now would just be weird in his mind.

"C'mon. It's nothing new. What about after gym class? Sometimes we have to go shower. We get naked in there and everything is fine."

"That's different, man. First off, there are cubicles so it's not like we're out in the open. This? You are just... exposed."

"Yeah, well, I can tell you this feels great," Stan smiled.

"You guys are crazy today, I swear..." Kyle gazed out the window to just see if others really were doing the same thing.

Sure enough, and unsurprisingly—if one considered how wacky the people could get in South Park, Kyle discovered men, women, girls, and boys of all ages. They roamed the streets without a care in the world. They carried on as if everything was normal. A couple was seen laughing and conversing with a neighbor as if they are completely disregarding the lack of clothes.

Suddenly, Butters was witnessed running around with his arms flailed up just having the time of his life. Kyle grimaced.

"Oh God," Kyle performed his iconic pinching of the nose that he used to do when he was little but rarely did now. It was something he did to show his irritation, or for this such a case when he has witnessed something that would blow his mind in the worst way.

"Okay, fine! Be lame! If you wanna sit here and not be with the times then fine. Be like you and Eric were when Faith Hilling lost to Taylor Swifting: a faggot who lives in the past..." Stan said before grabbing his towel. He proceeded out the room next.

Kyle simply raised an eyebrow to the whole thing. He was completely confused about why this was a big deal. But then he decided to not worry about it and just tend to another matter at hand. Judging by the fact he walked over to a poster on the wall and took out his green portfolio filled with photos, it could be assumed Kyle was going to reminisce over them for a little while.

It was a bit later in the day—around 11:30 AM. Stan was walking the streets; he felt uncomfortable at first, but he got more and more used to it. He was still cheating though. Stan wore the towel around his waist. That was about to be pointed out:

"Hey, Marsh!" Clyde's slightly (still) nasally voice was heard. This boy came along with other friends of his—none of which were of notable import. Of course, Clyde was embracing this as he believed his body looked good and now was the time for people to admire him. "I see you're struggling," he pointed to the towel.

"Oh, this? I'm not struggling at all. I've just never done this before so..." Stan looked down a little self-consciously.

"You find it's easier in a group. Takes the embarrassment out of it so you can just let go," Clyde responded back. "So, what'a you think?" he then asked, thrusting himself a bit so he can basically look at his fully erect 'tool'.

Understandably, this was a bit weird for Stan so he looked up to the sky. But, he did give a quick answer, "Fine?"

"'Fine'? That's it? Just 'fine'? Come on, Stan. Be honest. I know it's weird but I need to know," Clyde insisted on an honest response.

"Alright. It looks nice. Happy?" Stan groaned. 'What the hell did I just say?' he thought to himself, not believing he just complimented on Clyde's member.

"Heh," he snaps his finger. "Damn right it is," he cockily laughed and smugly grinned before walking passed him.

Stan watched him go and then regarded all those around him who were naked too. He did not really expect this to happen. He was uncomfortable; even with his towel on. So, he changed his mind and proceeded back to Kyle's house.

Craig's Room

Same time of day, Craig was in his room with Tweek and were having some quality time. Intimate quality time to be exact. Tweek, in fact, was straddled on Craig's lapped and bounced up and down a bit. A blanket was over them just enough to censor their sex quite nicely. And based off of the moaning and groaning they were emitting, it sounded like they were having a great time.

"Err, ugh. Your parents aren't going to catch us right?" Tweek asked, slowing a bit. Worry was keeping him from giving it 110%.

"I'm sure, Tweek. They both won't be back 'till two o'clock. Stop worrying and enjoy it, honey," Craig assured him.

Considering Craig's circumstance, Tweek had no idea exactly when his lover will be moving. So, Tweek did what he asked and cleared the thought of his parents from his mind.

Tweek loves going hard and so he flipped the blanket covering their private parts off and proceeded to give what he wanted:

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[Hit Ctrl+F and type "SEXEND" to skip the scene if sex isn't your thing; it's short but I wanna do one You can also scroll down to that point too]

The minute the blanket slid off, Tweek's erect member was rock hard and swinging around as he got right into it.

"That's it, Tweek. Just like that." Tweek then gasped and jumped off. "Ugh. What now, Tweek?"

"I-I thought I heard a door slam. Are you sure no one is coming?" Tweek questioned.

Craig stood there, on his knees, on the top of his bed. His hard and throbbing condom-covered penis was out there. Waiting for Tweek to stop worrying. Tweek even looked out the window to see if anyone was around.

"It was probably the neighbors, babe. Besides, they always text me when they are heading home and they haven't so we're fine," he reassured.

Tweek soon enough regarded his boyfriend's cock and then to the boyfriend himself and pouted slightly.

"Agh. I'm sorry, Craig. I pulled out before you were ready. Here, let me help..." Tweek proceeded back to the bed and slowly began to jerk Craig's penis after taking off the condom; eventually placing his tongue on the very tip of it.

This eighteen-year-old certainly was no stranger to Craig, that was for sure. After many years of hassle, today was turning to be the best one yet. Sex would be over by now back when they first tried. Craig was certainly proud of Tweek too. Not just because he improved his skills, but the fact doing it brought out the true confidence and all of those things only Craig really saw in him.

"Oh, Tweek. Your mouth feels so good," he praised, pushing his dick a little more into the blonde's mouth with each inward thrust. He almost got it all in, but not quite there. Tweek gagged and coughed a bit with just a little bit to go. "You okay?"

Tweek nodded twice. The first was to indicate he was fine, and the second was to tell Craig to do it again. Tweek appreciated how much he cared enough to ask if he was okay or if he happened to be going too hard or many other things. This, in turn, is what made the Tweaker boy always happy to please him. With that said, he held Craig still so he would not have to thrust and instead pushed himself in. Going slow, he eventually managed to take the whole thing.

Craig was close at this point but wanted to penetrate him before he was ready. He reached into a box he had on the one table beside his bed and was dumbfounded when he could not feel anything. Craig then grabbed the box and shook it.

"Great. I guess I can't do that anymore," Craig sighed before he tossed the box away.

"Aw. You sure there's no more?" Tweek whined a bit.

"Empty. I really wanted to fuck you one more time before I was ready but now I can't. Aaand I wanna respect your rule too so—"

Craig soon became surprised because while he spoke, Tweek already was on his bed, rump in the air.

"Well," he started before making a nervous noise, "Maybe we can try just this once?" Tweek began to sweat.

They have never done bareback before. Tweek was always too afraid of what he could catch from doing that. Craig understood that worry well and so it was something he never really cared to argue about. So Tweek being open to it now made Craig a little uneasy at first.

"Uuuh, you sure? You can just do it orally if you want."

"It's okay, Craig. We can do it just this once. It's fine with me. As long as you want to do it as well," the blonde replied.

'Wow. That's a first,' Craig thought.

He agreed and then readied to enter Tweek with no condom on anymore.

"C'mon, I'm waiting!"

Craig wasted no time after he insisted and put the hard member right in; Tweek moaned happily. He started off slow; although, he did picked up the pace to a point Tweek could handle. His ass was so tight that it was practically jerking Craig's dick for him. The black-haired top could not control himself any longer. Not only did he perform unprotected sex, but he accidentally ejaculated all of his warm seed into the boy—who in turn gave a big sigh of satisfaction. The sperm warmed Tweek up so well that he paid him back with hot kisses on that all involved some tongue. Craig finally pulled out and blushed at the same time.

"Oops," he awkwardly said to Tweek.

"Not 'oops'. That was amazing," the blonde flopped over onto his back.

Craig could see the cum leak from the boy's hole.

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"Why don't we go get cleaned up?" Craig suggested once they reached their climax.

Tweek agreed and grabbed his hand. The two walked out of the room and headed over to the bathroom.

"What a great way to officially start Exhibition Weekend t-too..." Tweek commented.

"Wow, honey. You're not seriously thinking about that, are you?"

"OF COURSE NOT. That'd be way too much pressure."

"Good," Craig squeezed Tweek's butt-cheek while they walked. "Because this beauty should be for my eyes only."

"It's been yours since high school, Craig," he smiled before the two entered the bathroom so they could freshen up.

Back in Kyle's room, he had his photos sprawled all over the floor. It was true. Some were of both Stan and him, while the majority were just of Stan. He held an image containing the two in a selfie together when they were about 15.

While he held the image, Stan almost walked in but stopped to look at him for a second.

"I'm back, dude," he sighed he continued to walk in and grabbed his clothes. "This isn't for me..."

"Glad you came to your senses," Kyle watched him grab his clothes, forgetting about the photos he has all over.

That made things awkward when Stan pointed them out, "What's all that?"

"Huh- oh!" Kyle cleared many of them so only a few remains.

Stan swiped one of them up. The image looked like it was of the two when they were in Middle School—or at least, that was when he thought it was taken. Stan had his right arm around his friend in a very friendly sort of way. On top of that, Kyle was visibly holding onto the same hand of the arm that brought the two close in order to capture that moment when the two were at a waterpark; just having a blast.

He laughs a little upon remembering, "God, we were so young then," he then stared at Kyle. "You got more of these?"

"Uhh... I do but... I don't want you to think I'm weird or gay for having them. It just feels nice to look back, you know?"

"Dude. I don't care what you are," he nudged Kyle's shoulder, "Let me see," he insisted.

He was hesitant at first but soon complied. He stood up and walked and set them on the bed. The two laid down chest side down and observed together.

"Wow. You have a lot. No ones with Cartman or Kenny? All of us?"

"I-I think I have those somewhere. These are the only ones I found. I'll have to look," Kyle casually said.

"Uh, Kyle?" Stan showed his friend a picture of Stan sleeping on the bus in a cute position. "What's with this one?"

Kyle blushed embarrassed now. "I-I... didn't even know that was in there..." he looked away causing Stan to smile slightly. He brought himself closer to Kyle and got his attention, "What're you doing, Stan? You do know you're not even dressed, right?"

"Would you believe me if I had pictures too?" he asked.

"Shut up. No you don't. You and I both know you are filled with Wendy pics if anything," he passed it off.

"Dude, honestly," Stan sat up and got closer. It was a wonder how that towel stayed intact but it was. "You're not the only one with pictures of their friend they wish were more than that..." he muttered.

Kyle coughed immediately. He had a hard time processing what he just heard. "What?!" he blushed.

"Just say it, Kyle. You love me, don't you?" Stan was asking the hard questions now. Questions he never expected to ever have to hear ever. He thought his secret would stay. Kyle attempts to deny but Stan placed a gloved finger on his lips to silence him. He removes it from the redhead's mouth prior to leaning in closer and closer... and closer, and closer. Closer until they were second's away from kissing.

Suddenly, the scene changed completely to the time of three o'clock in the morning. The two had a Game Sphere control on each of their laps. Both Stan and Kyle immediately sprung up from the bed as if they awoken from a bad dream. Both share the same look of confusion about what they just woke up from.

"Oh man... Dude, I just had the strangest dream..." Stan spoke first.

"You too?" Kyle asked nervously.

"Yeah. I think we stayed up too late, or something," Stan quickly blamed it on that. He had no idea if he had the same dream or not; based on the reaction, he wanted to make sure to play it cool.

"Y-yeah. That must've been it. That was... that was just weird," Kyle commented.

"Yeah," Stan laid back down on the bed and rolled over, facing away from Kyle in the same bed.

'Weird...' they simultaneously thought in their heads with confused expressions.

And eventually, the too dipped back into sweep world until the time came to wake up once again for school in a couple of hours.

My notes

Okay. I do not know if you could imagine, but I found this very hard to write after a time. It is probably because of the whole naked thing. It turns out I actually DID make this have something to do with my story so I guess that makes me a big fat liar XD. In reality, I just had a change in ideas and thus thought it would be funny if it were all a dream. One that ended up being one both Stan and Kyle had. This should make things awkward, right?

I also thought this was the time to introduce a sex scene. Being a dream, it technically never happened but hey. Still great to include nonetheless. In the future, I will do sex scenes in that same format and will always be able to scroll passed/ctrl+f "SEXEND" it if they are not your thing to read. You will not miss anything storywise during them ever. If they do interest you then... hope they did something for you, lol. Again. Do not expect them to be frequent.

I really would appreciate feedback because I love to hear if what I'm doing at all is enjoyed by you readers. Sorry for the late upload too. Hope you enjoyed though. Now on to Chapter 5 where it will be a Style-focused chapter.

Edited Dec. 17th, 2018