I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK!

Kenny checked his watch as he jogged up to the theater entrance. He was 10 minutes late. A regular had called, wanting a quickie. It hadn't gone as quick as he wanted it to. When the man had finally left, he had only had enough time to give himself a quick wipe down with a damp towel and throw his clothes on. He breathed a sigh of relief to see his friends standing by the ticket kiosk.

"Hi. Sorry I'm late." Kenny stopped next to the other boys. He was out of breath, his face flushed from the run.

"It's okay. The movie doesn't start for 15 minutes. Let's go in." Stan moved to the kiosk and traded his comp tickets for four tickets to the movie they were seeing.

"Why are you so late, Kenny? I'm not gonna have enough time to get all the snacks I want before the movie starts now because of you."

"Cartman, leave him alone." Kyle turned angry eyes to the chunky boy next to him.

"I wanna know what took him so long." Cartman turned his eyes to Kenny and frowned. "Is the placed you moved to farther away or something?"

Kenny shook his head. "No. It's closer. I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't get off work till 4. Had to walk home and change."

"You work now? Does that mean you have money to buy your own snacks so I don't have to listen to these assholes saying I should share with you cause you're to poor to buy your own?"

"Shut up, Cartman! Leave him alone." Stan turned from getting the tickets and put himself between Kenny and Cartman as the tall blondes face flushed with embarrassment. "Let's see you live on your own with only the money you make from a part time job and see how many snacks you get then, fat ass."

Kyle turned and took Kenny's arm. "Come on. Let's go in. I'll buy you some popcorn."

"It's okay, Kyle. I'm not really hungry." He was lying of course. He was starving. He had gone to his parents house the night before and used most of his food money to get a money order for their phone bill. But he didn't like his friends buying him food. "I had lunch at work."

"Don't worry about it. It's just a popcorn. Besides, I invited you along. If you don't want your own I'll get a large and we can share it."

"I guess I can share some. You wont eat a whole large popcorn on your own."

Kyle grinned and pulled Kenny up to the snack counter. "Hi. Can I get a large popcorn and two large cokes, please?"

The girl smiled at him. "Sure thing. That will be $12.00"

Kyle pulled his wallet from his pocket and handed over the money. When the girl gave him his order he handed one of the cokes to Kenny. "Popcorn makes you thirsty." He smiled again at the grateful look in Kenny's eyes.

"Out of the way. I want my snacks and a good seat before the movie starts." Cartman pushed Stan out of the way once he had his popcorn and soda.

"We'll go get seats then." Kyle rolled his eyes once Cartman had turned his back. "Come on."

"Save me a seat, bastard."

"Yeh, yeh."

The boys walked into the theater and stood long enough to let their eyes adjust to the dim lighting. There weren't many people in the seats yet. It was a Tuesday after all. The boys climbed the stairs until they were almost to the top and moved along the seats until they were right in the middle of the screen. There was still 3 minutes until the movie started when Cartman came in and huffed and puffed as he climbed the stairs with his arms loaded with a medium popcorn, a large drink, a box of candy, and an order of nachos.

"Got enough food, fat ass?"

"Shut up, Jew." Cartman sat down on Stan's other side and put his popcorn and candy on the seat next to him. "Just in time." He settled into his chair and started in on his nachos, his drink in the cup holder with his hand around it.

The lights fell and the movie started. Kenny had a good time. It was very rare for him to be able to go out and do something with his friends, especially a movie. He jumped at a few scary parts, then would frown as Cartman would roar with laughter at the people on screen screaming and running and dying.

At one very tense moment, Kyle reached out and put his hand on Kenny's knee. The boy froze. Kyle had never touched him like that before. When the bad guy jumped out at one of the remaining people, Kyle jumped as well, his hand sliding further up Kenny's thigh. Kenny shifted uncomfortably and the hand squeezed his thigh gently. It remained there for the next 10 minutes and Kenny slowly relaxed. Then Kyle's fingers started to rub circles on his thigh, slowly moving higher up his leg. Kenny bit back a moan. It felt so amazingly good. It was such a gentle, tender touching. He wasn't used to that.

Kenny jumped when Kyle's fingers brushed against his erection. He hadn't even realized he was hard. He put his hand on Kyle's arm, gently trying to tell him to stop without making a scene. But the touch had the opposite effect. Kyle put his hand under Kenny's jacket and pulled it down enough to hide his crotch. Then he pulled his zipper down. Kenny pushed at Kyle's arm and looked over at him for the first time since he touched him. Kyle glanced over and gave him a wicked grin. He shook his head and pushed back, sliding his hand into Kenny's pants. Kenny's eyes widened and he quickly looked back at the screen as Kyle took his erection into his hand and pulled it out of his pants. He clenched his jaw against the urge to moan as Kyle's long, skilled fingers worked up and down his throbbing shaft, moving faster and faster.

Kyle noticed when Kenny's hands clenched tightly on the armrests of his seats. He squeezed the hard shaft in his hand and ran his thumb over the head. He heard Kenny gasp as he came, flooding his hand with hot, thick cum. Kyle risked a glance over at Stan and Cartman, but they were both absorbed in the movie. Kenny's gasp of pleasure had been lost in the noise of a chase through a long, dark corridor. Kyle slowly pulled out of Kenny's pants. The boy watched him as he slowly raised his hand to his mouth and licked off the sticky, slightly salty fluid. He licked off about half of it before Kenny put a napkin in his hand and shook his head. Kyle gave him a knowing smile, but he wiped his hand clean and tossed the soiled napkin onto the floor.

Kenny couldn't believe what just happened. Had his best friend really just given him a hand job? Had Kyle seriously just licked his cum off his fingers? He was so caught up in his thoughts that he missed the last 15 minutes of the movie. He didn't realize it was over until Kyle nudged him. They were gathering their garbage and getting ready to go. Kenny picked up the empty popcorn bucket and put his empty drink cup into it. He took Kyle's when he shook the ice and turned to walk out of the theater. He stopped when he reached the trash outside the doors of the theater they had been in, dumped the trash, and walked across the hall into the bathroom. He went into a stall, sat down, and put his head into his hands.