Yeah so finally with a third chapter! I had forgotten that I really wanted to write this scene untill I went back and re-read the story. It is smut-licious so enjoy, yes?

I hope that you all like it! um I typed like the first half on Notepad, so let me know if I missed and corrections! Its not as hardcore as I hope for the love scenes to get so bear with me, we'll get there I promise :D

This is smut! yaoi lemony goodness, which means there will be sex between two males. if you dont like it dont read it dont judge it dont waste my time whining about it 3

Kenny, if you would :3

Kenny: Ryn DOES NOT own South park, if she did it would likely be senseless smutty porn that couldn't be aired on television. so yesh, it's not hers.

Ryn: thank you love :DDDD

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"Christophe," I whispered as I sat up, his arms wrapped around me as we sat on the top of the hill we had gone to for our first date,"There's something I've wanted to do since that day in the bathroom."

We were skipping school again and I wanted to do it before I lost my nerve. He bit my neck and I yelped; Christophe always drew blood when he bit me. The lashes that had been on my back the first day we fucked had finished healing sometime in the past week, but there were always new wounds from his sweet torture. There were cuts on my wrists, those were from me, but they were joined by rope burn from where I'd been tied up and cuts on my thighs and new welts from his leather whip. I was afraid I was beginning to develop an addiction to sex with him; I was also afraid that I didn't mind one bit.

He bit me once more before asking, in that droll voice of his, "Yes my pet, what is it you'd like to do?"

"Well, When I saw your dick two things crossed my mind, the first was that it was far bigger than any I'd ever had, the second was that I'd very much like to choke on it..." I trailed off shyly.

Christophe chuckled darkly, "Yes my pet I think it would be nice to see you gag around my dick." His blunt language made my breath hitch; I hadn't been this bold since the night I lost my virginity.

My breathing got even heavier as he stood and turned to face me. I sat on my knees in front of him, my penis trying desperately to bust through my capris. The long sleeved striped shirt I was wearing underneath the MisFits hoodie id cut the sleeves off of suddenly seemed to hot for the autumn weather.

Deciding that, if I was going to be bold anyway, I might as well enjoy it, I hooked my fingers in the top of his jeans and pulled him toward me. His shirt was long gone, probably lost in the make out session earlier, so I was able to drag my nails sharply down his chest before licking the faint traces of blood off and biting down hard on one of his nipples.

I loved that I could make him shudder. I couldn't help it; I reached up and pulled his face to mine for a deep kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth and mine surrendering to him. I pulled away from him and ran my tongue down his throat, biting his collar bone hard enough that he bled. My dick throbbed against my jeans as I moved down his chest and sucked on his other nipple. He knotted his fingers in my hair and I chuckled as I moved back down his stomach.

"I want you to moan my name; I want you to scream it." I said as I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. "I want you to loose your mind for me. Fuck my face." The words didn't sound like mine. I didn't talk like that. But then I didn't usually undress other boys in public either.

I yanked his pants down to his knees, his hard, ready cock springing out like a jack in the box, ready to be played with, yet some how daunting. The Jack in the box had made me cry as a child, I was always afraid that it was going to kill me. It was fitting that his dick would bring back that memory, I was sometimes afraid that Christophe would kill me. Not because he wouldn't listen if I asked him to stop, but because asking him to stop wasn't something I could ever do. He was my drug.

Finally I lightly pulled the top of my tongue over the swollen head of his penis. I twirled it all the way around and then caught the tip of my tongue on the seem at the underside of the head before pulling it all the way down to the base and sucking his balls into my mouth. I loved the way they filled it, and how they tasted like salt and man. Christophe shaved his genitals and it was incredibly pleasant to lick every bit of them before finally taking the head all the way into my mouth and sucking lightly.

Christophe let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper. I smiled my most evil smile before pushing all the way to the base of his dick and pressing the tip of my tongue against the apex of his dick and his testicles. I blew out as I pulled my head back so that only the head of his dick was in my mouth, drawing a long strangled moan from him, "God Kenny! God! Where did you learn that? Ooooohhh uuuunngh!"

I laughed making him whimper again, the noises he made only made me want more of him in me. Tears came to my eyes when he grabbed a hand full of hair from the top of my hair and pressed his hand on the back of my head and started fucking his dick in and out of my throat. I did gag, and I cried, and I did my best to beg him to fuck me harder, but talking around his dick was difficult.

When his dick started to pulse I knew he was about to cum, it was wonderful how much detail I could feel with my tongue. I hurriedly undid my own pants and pulled my suffering dick out I started pumping my fist as he started pumping his hot semen into my stomach. I moaned and swallowed every drop.

After he finished he sat back and watched me masturbate myself until I shot my load all over the grass and my hands. I was still sort of crying as I finished, calling out Christophe's name. He laughed as we both tucked our selves into our pants. "You're more eager than I though, my doll."

I couldn't say anything. He had no idea. I wasn't just eager, I was desperate. He had barely sat in front of me when I pushed him down on his back and straddled his waist.

"Kenny..?"

"….."

"Kenny, what are you….?"

I kissed him. I loved kissing him. He'd even been my first kiss. The first one I wanted to kiss. I loved the feel of his arms around me, of his chest pressing against mine and of his tongue roaming around the cavern of my mouth that he had to know well by now. I was constantly suffocated by my need for him. I would cry because I loved him so much.

I froze. It wasn't the first time I'd thought it. But it was becoming an inescapable notion. I felt this fear when he wasn't with me, I couldn't breathe and my world was crashing around me. The intensity scared me. So much.

I pulled back slowly, staring into his surreal green eyes. When your afraid of something, you face it head on. At least that's what the school therapist said at the assemblies and shit. So I faced it.

"I love you."

"I love you too Kenny, I've been waiting for you to say that. I didn't want to make this more than you wanted."

I smiled, "I want this to be everything." I said as I kissed him again.

I was starting to think he had cursed me that first day, because now I did nothing but think of him. He consumed me, every thought I had burned with memories and desires of him. I wondered as he held me and kissed me on the grass in our secret place, if he thought about me.

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