I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK!

Kenny sat up and turned to look down at Kyle. "You what?"

Kyle rolled onto his belly in the empty spot Kenny had left behind. He looked over his shoulder at Kenny and gave him a knowing smile. "I want you to fuck me." He wiggled his hips to emphasize his point.

"But why?"

"What do you mean why? I want your cock in my ass. What's so hard to understand about that?" He pulled his sweater off and dropped it on the floor next to his shoes and coat.

"People want to fuck me. They never want me to fuck them." Kenny watched Kyle's hands as the moved under his body and he undid his belt and pants.

"I'm not one of your customers. I don't want to fuck you. Maybe someday. But right now I want you in me." He slid his pants off his hips and wiggled until he could kick them off. He rolled onto his back, now wearing nothing but pale green boxers and white socks. He put one arm over his head and watched Kenny's face as he used the other hand of caress his own body.

"Are you sure?" Kenny reached out and ran the tips of his fingers gently over Kyle's skin. He had a thin scattering of red hair over his chest, a dense line that started at his belly button and disappeared into his boxers. Kenny felt himself grow instantly hard. The hair turned him on for some reason. He didn't have a lot of hair, not even on his legs, mostly just fuzz. Other then his height and his muscle tone, he thought he looked like a child.

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't ask you to do it." Kyle put his hand over Kenny's and pushed the others boys hand down towards his shorts. Kenny pulled his hand away sharply. Kyle frowned. "What's wrong? Don't you want to?"

Kenny crawled over Kyle and off the cot. He walked to the kitchen area and leaned against the counter. "I want to. I really want to."

"Then what's wrong?" Kyle sat up and pulled the blanket around himself.

"I'm not ready for that yet." Kenny wrapped his arms around himself and looked anywhere but at the other boy.

Kyle made a scoffing sound. "Not ready? You have sex with other men everyday, Kenny."

Kenny spun to look at Kyle. His eyes were filled with hurt and anger. "Yeh. I let men fuck me. Everyday. For $40 a fuck or $20 for a blow. I do it because I have to. I do it because if I didn't, I would have nothing. Do you think I enjoy it? You think I enjoy having strange men shove themselves inside of me? Well guess what, Kyle? I don't. I hate every second of it. When it's over I get in a scalding hot shower and scrub the feeling of their hands off of me." Kenny shuddered and moved to pace the room. "It's disgusting. It makes me feel dirty."

"So being with me would make you feel dirty, too?" Kyle picked up his clothes and started to pull them on.

"Why are you doing this to me? Do you think that just because I let people fuck me for money that I will automatically be ready to have sex with you? That all you had to do was jack me off in the movie theater and I would fall into bed with you? I'm in love with you, Kyle. I have been for years. I've laid in bed at night thinking about how to tell you. About how, if I had even a little money, I would take you out somewhere. I've thought about how I wanted our first time to be. I don't want it to be on that tiny cot. I don't want it to be while I feel weak and tired and sore. And I don't want it to be because you are throwing yourself at me. I want it to be special. You are special to me, Kyle. I don't want what we have together to end up being just like the time I spend with the men that pay me."

Kyle stood and pulled up his pants. "I didn't know about your side job until after I touched you in the theater. I never once thought you would just fall into bed with me. I've never wanted to be with a guy. The thought of letting someone fuck me had never once even crossed my mind until I was laying next to you with your arms around me. I threw myself at you because I love you. And I want you to touch me. Like I said before, anytime I spend with you is special." He pulled his coat on and sat again to pull on his shoes.

"I'm not ready to have sex with you, Kyle. I'm sorry but I'm just not."

"Fine. Great." He finished tying his shoes and stood to leave. When he turned the lock, Kenny pulled him away from the door. "Let go of me."

"Please don't be mad."

"Mad?" Kyle spun around and pushed Kenny away from him. "What possible reason would I have to be mad? I tell you I love you. I tell you I want to be with you, that I want you to touch me. But can you give me that? No. You say you aren't ready. And yet you let men fuck you every single day, Kenny! You let them touch you. You touch them. But you refuse to touch me. You refuse to let me touch you. Is it because I'm not paying you? If I pull out my wallet and throw money at you would you do it?"

Kenny's eyes filled with tears and his body started to tremble. "If you want it that badly, I'll give it to you. But I'm not taking your money." He pulled off his shirt and let it fall to the floor. As he started to open his pants he could feel his heart breaking. "Is this what you want? You want me to be your whore, too?" He let his pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them. He stepped up to Kyle and fell to his knees in front of him. "Should I suck your cock first?"

Kyle looked down into Kenny's eyes. "I don't want a whore. I want a lover."

Reaching up, Kenny undid Kyle's pants. He slid his hands in to find him hard and ready. And much larger then Kenny had expected him to be. He pulled him out of his pants and took him into his mouth.

Kyle moaned and put his hands into Kenny's hair. "Oh, God, Kenny. That feels good." Kenny took him all the way down his throat to the base of his cock. Kyle watched as he moved his lips back and forth in his pubic hair. "That's amazing." He moaned loudly when Kenny sucked harshly and pulled back to the head. He moved his tongue in circles, licking and flicking and sucking again. Kyle very soon felt like he was on the edge. "Kenny. Much more and I'm going to cum."

Kenny pulled back and gave him a bitter smile. "Do you want to cum in my mouth or do you want to cum in my ass?"

Kyle frowned and ran his fingers through that soft blonde hair. "I thought you weren't ready."

"You want it. So I'll give it to you. But I wont fuck you. So do you want my mouth or my ass?"

"I thought you were sore."

"So? I can still give you a good ride."

Kyle looked down at Kenny's beautiful face and thought about what he said. His mouth felt so good. How much better would it feel to fuck him? "Okay. You're ass."

Kenny nodded. "Fine." He crawled to his cot and reached under it for the shoe box tucked in the corner. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. "Put this on." He tossed the condom to Kyle and lubed up his fingers. He knelt and bent over the cot. Putting his hand between his legs, he slid two fingers into his very sore ass and started to open himself. He moaned softly and moved his hips, giving Kyle a good show. When he was open enough, he removed his fingers and arched his back. "Fuck me, Kyle." He put his head on the pillow he pulled towards him and gave the other boy lust filled eyes.

Kyle knelt behind Kenny and pressed the head of his dick to the hole being presented to him. He pushed and the head of his cock popped in. He gasped and Kenny whimpered softly. "Am I hurting you?"

"I'm fine." Kenny turned his face away and pushed back onto Kyle, taking him deeper. He fought back the tears flooding his eyes and blurring his vision. He wanted to scream. But not from the pain of Kyle's cock in his ass. He wanted to scream from the pain of his heart breaking.

"You're so tight." Kyle moaned as his hips met Kenny's. He pulled back out and pushed in faster. Kenny cried out and arched his back more, making him go in deeper. "I'm not going to last long."

"It's okay." Kenny rocked his hips. This was not how he wanted their first time to be. But it was to late now. He just wanted it to end. He didn't have to long to wait. Kyle's fingers tightened on his hips and he moaned loudly. Kenny moaned along with him. He could feel Kyle's cock throbbing inside of him as he came.

Panting, trying to catch his breath, Kyle pulled out. He sank back onto his heels as Kenny crawled up onto the cot and pulled the comforter over him. He rolled onto his side and gave Kenny his back. Kyle carefully pulled the condom off and tossed it into the garbage. He moved to Kenny and put his arms around him. "Can I lay with you again for a while?"

"You should go." Kenny's voice came out sounding heartbroken, even though he had tried to sound normal.

Kyle pulled back and stared at Kenny's back. "What's wrong?"

"Just go, Kyle. You got what you wanted. Please just go."

"What I..?" Kyle stood up and pushed Kenny's body enough so he could sit on the side of the cot and lean over him. "What the hell are you talking about what I wanted?"

"You didn't hear a word of what I said to you, you did?"

"I heard you. You wanted it to be special. I told you that anything I do with you is special." He ran his hand over Kenny's back.

"What part of me being a whore for you was special?"

"Kenny you are not my whore. I love you. I wanted to share something with you."

"It may have been special for you, since it was your first time. But for me, it was the same as it is with the other men who fuck me. You put it in, you came, you're done. So please leave."

"What did I do wrong?"

"I told you I wasn't ready." Kenny started to cry. He couldn't stop it. He hurt so much. "I want passion. I want more then just fucking. I want to spend time exploring each others bodies with hands and lips. I want you to touch me and hold me while you take me." He started to sob. His words coming out broken and barely recognizable. "Please leave. Please just go. I thought you were different, Kyle. But all you wanted was to use my body to make yourself feel good."

Kyle stood up and clenched his fists. "How dare you say that to me. I've never done that before, Kenny! I don't know how to touch and hold while I'm inside of you. If you wanted that why didn't you say something?"

"Just go. I want to be alone."

"Fine." He quickly straightened his clothes and zipped his pants. "I don't understand you, Kenny. I love you. I just want to share something with you that I've never shared with anyone else."

"No. You don't understand me. You don't understand me at all."

"Maybe you should actually tell me what the hell you're talking about and I will."

"I've tried. You either aren't listening, or you just aren't trying to understand what I'm saying. Just leave, Kyle. I'm done trying to explain to you how I feel. You obviously don't care."

"You're wrong. I do care." Kyle pulled the door open and left. He stood outside the door for a while. He still didn't understand what he did wrong. Anger welled inside of him at the way Kenny had simply turned his back on him after they had had sex. He turned and went down the stairs. Once on his bike, he started home. If Kenny wasn't going to respond to him the way he responded to the other boy, then he could just go fuck himself. He had put himself out there, told Kenny how he felt, and this was what he got in return? He loved Kenny. But he was starting to think that all the drama wasn't worth it.