Chapter eight guys :D Please review!
Warning Lemon! If you no like boy love then do not read :D
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"Kenny. We've been walking around this forest for hours..." Wendy complained as she lagged behind the dirty blond, a smug smile across his lips. They had been walking constantly in a circle for around two hours, Kenny leading all the way. He thought that in all honesty, Wendy's suffering was amusing, all the sarcastic comments she came out with.
"Do you want to head back?" He turned and stopped her in her tracks, almost bumping into each other.
Composing herself, Wendy shook her head, a pained expression painted across her beautiful face. Kenny felt a tint of guilt build up in the pit of his stomach, he didn't like what he was doing, but otherwise Kyle would never have another relationship.
"I could use a brake though, my feet are killing me!" She moaned and took a seat on a cut down tree stump, sighing in relief as she slipped her shoes off. Kenny's gaze averted from Wendy to a scene in the background. 'Is that...Kyle's hair?' Kenny thought, trying to act as conspicuous as possible. Gazing over when Wendy looked away for mere moments, his pulse racing slightly at the thought of Wendy finding them.
"Fuck..." Kyle growled beneath Stan, he wasn't heavier than the red head, Kyle just didn't have the muscle that Stan had. Stan had just pinned his Jew to the ground in attempt to get access to the creamy skin of his neck. Stan latched his teeth to the vulnerable skin and bit down fairly hard, not hard enough for Kyle to cry in pain though. When he believed that he had drawn blood, he let go and replaced his teeth with with his soft lips, sucking gently on the bite on his jugular.
"S-Stan...Oh god!" Kyle cried out in pleasure, enjoying the erotic sensation of Stan biting, nipping and sucking at his neck. Once finished, Stan released the pressure and gazed at the mark he left. He hoped that when they got back to camp that Kyle would hold on for the week before he could finally break it off with Wendy.
Releasing Kyle, he sat on his hips, watching Kyle's heaving chest. He looked tired out.
"You okay Ky?" Stan asked concerned, Kyle seemed to be totally wiped out. It was unusual.
"I need...my insulin is all..." Kyle panted, barely able to keep his eyes open, he also needed a good sleep. Stan nodded and went on a search for the small needle which was probably in Kyle's first aid kit. Leaving the red head on the floor almost sleeping. When he reached the kit he found the kit and took it back to the Jew. But Kyle was already almost asleep, his breathing slowing into a steady pace.
"Kyle. You need to take your insulin." He shook his shoulders lightly, receiving a grunt from the red head. Kyle tried to shake off the disturbing hands, failing he opened his eyes and took the needle in a frustrated way. He lifted his shirt to show his navel, steadying the needle against his flat stomach. He quickly pressed it in and then out, passing the injection back to Stan before closing his eyes once again.
Stan tested Kyle's sugar levels and all seemed fine, it wasn't very typical of Kyle to forget to take his insulin. That worried him slightly, though he shook the thought off for the moment and waited for Kyle to consume his energy.
Wendy heard the faint cry from behind her, she quickly turned around and saw a glimpse of red curly hair. That moment she knew it was Kyle. Kyle Broflovski, the boy she was jealous of. She stood to her feet and headed in the direction of the cry, In attempt to stop her, Kenny reached out for her arm, though he was too late to stop the inevitable from happening.
'Is that Kyle!' Wendy thought, silently creeping through the forest, seeing a sight which filled her to the brim with anger and jealousy. Kyle was beneath her boyfriend, panting heavily, looking flustered. Stan smiling widely above him, the smile that she had never seen when they were around each other. Pure happiness.
"Wendy..." Kenny touched her shoulder gently, she jumped slightly at the touch, never letting her gaze go of the two males. She was in shock. It had happened. Her nightmare had finally happened.
"S-Stan" Kyle groaned in the distance, really making Wendy feel angry. She wanted to go over there and kill Kyle right now.
"Let's go back to camp." Pulling her away from the scene, Kenny smiled, but then it faded. He felt sorry for Wendy, finding out this way that her boyfriend was in love with another guy. That's when Kenny saw it, hot tears running down her cheeks, they began to flood.
Once the two arrived back at camp, Wendy thanked Kenny for the help and headed straight for her tent saying she needed a girl to girl chat with Bebe. Kenny let her leave, he had his own life to lead, and Boyfriend to get busy with. He found Butters sat on the ground with Tweek, no craig. They were talking casually, Butters still looking flushed and worn out. A lot better than yesterday though Kenny had to admit.
"Could I borrow Butters for a bit Tweek?" Kenny appeared behind the light blond, wrapping his arms around his tiny waist. To Butters, this was unexpected, he jumped slightly to the touch and blushed in embarrassment. Kenny found this very amusing.
"I argh...I guess so..." Tweek twitched and smiled slightly, knowing what the two were about to get up too. He watched as Kenny pulled the smaller blond away, hoping that he and Craig could someday have a relationship like theirs. Having more than a physical side.
"What are we doing?" Butters asked in an innocent voice, knowing exactly what Kenny had planned in his perverted little mind. Kenny tapped his nose and unzipped the tent, gesturing for Butters to enter before him. He was weary as he entered, but felt calmed as Kenny rested his head in the crook his shoulder.
"We're going to experiment a little. But only if you're comfortable with it..." Kenny assured him and planted a gentle kiss along his neck. Tickling him. Butters giggled and agreed to the experimentation. He knew it would be fun.
Kyle rubbed his eyes as he gained extra energy from the insulin, he felt fresh and exhilarated. He hadn't actually fallen into a sleep, just rested his anatomy. He noted down to take his insulin regularly so he wouldn't feel so exhausted next time.
He sat up quickly, getting slight head rush as his eyes focused on the area around him. He was still at the small camp that he and Stan had set up. Stan approached the red head and wrapped his hands around his tiny waist. A lustful smirk appearing across his chapped lips. Kyle could feel his breath against his neck, making him shiver at the touch.
"Stan..." He groaned, feeling his southern regions heating up and his pants getting tighter. The ravens hands slithered down the Jews body, reaching the designated area. The red head gave out a sigh full moan as Stan breezed a hand across his enclosed erection, needing sudden relief.
Stan didn't say anything, he straddled his best friend, his back facing the vulnerable boy. Stan unzipped his flies slowly. Teasing him. There were few chuckled heard from the taller male as Kyle groaned in frustration.
"Hurry up!" He hissed and covered his eyes with an arm, shielding his face from the hot sun. Again, Stan chuckled and pulled off his pants and boxers all in one. Releasing his erection, smeared in pre cum. Kyle watched impatiently, his hands wanting so badly to release himself of this pleasurable pressure.
Silently, Stan turned himself around to face Kyle, running a finger over his cheek and smiling. Kyle was beginning to grow impatient with the dark haired male. His eyes ran over Stan, watching his stance. That's when it happened. Everything turned blurry, Kyle rubbed his eyes in attempt to retrieve his vision.
"Ky-" his vision began to comeback, a faint outline of Stan appeared, a hand waving in front of his eyes.
"Kyle? Are you still alive?" Stan pursed, worrying slightly at the slow reaction of his boyfriend. Kyle quickly sat up in shock, was it all just a day dream? Whatever it was, he was deeply effected by it. An obvious hard on showing in his now tight pants.
Sitting up too quickly, he butted heads with Stan, forcing the darker haired male to fall back. Rubbing his head in pain.
"S-Sorry!" stuttering, he crawled over to his friend and looked over the injury he had inflicted on him. Luckily it wasn't too bad and only forced a small cut to form on his temple.
"Fuck Kyle...That hurt." Stan muttered and rubbed his forehead, wincing slightly at the pain. They both sat, silently. Neither making eye contact with each other. Kyle ran a hand over his neck, feeling the dark mark that Stan had given him. It ached slightly, but he could cope with the pain. Kyle so wished to do something for Stan, the only problem, he didn't know what. He had never had a boyfriend, or even a good relationship.
Stan was the first to speak.
"Kyle...We should head back..." He hated to admit it, but they had to socialise with their friends soon else people would get suspicious. Kyle looked unhappy. Though so did Stan.
Kenny began to grind his clothed body against Butters, both panting like animals. He didn't want to ruin the sexual atmosphere by reaching climax too soon, so slowed his pace, making Butters groan in protest. "Sorry hun, I want this to last..." Laying a kiss on the smaller boys forehead, he ran a graceful hand down Butters chest, unzipping his turquoise sweater slowly.
"Kenny...We're not...g-going to do it are we?" Butters stuttered, his bangs covering his eyes nervously. He did want Kenny to take his virginity, but not right now. He wasn't ready yet.
"Not unless you want to..." Kenny reassured, laying a sweet kiss on his nose. They both smiled at each other, lovingly. They both wanted to feel a closeness, no matter how long they had been together. They felt a connection.
"Thanks." Butter's mumbled into the crook of Kenny's neck, wrapping his arms around the dirty blond's neck. Embracing him in a warm hug. Though Butter's couldn't see, Kenny's eyes were wide. He had never felt this way about anyone hugging him, his heart raced, his palms began to sweat. It was definite. He was in love. In love deeply with Butters. Butters Stotch. And it felt amazing.
As the embrace finished, Kenny cupped one of Butters cheeks and planted a soft kiss on his lips, holding them there for moments before letting go.
"Looks like someone had a nice dream..." Stan began, glancing down at the tent in Kyle's pants, showing clearly. Kyle's face was now as red as his hair, he couldn't hide it. It was too obvious.
"Y-Yeah..." He chuckled nervously, somehow he was feeling even more turned on than before. Was it because Stan was there? Kyle shook of the thought and noted that he needed to get rid of it, and quickly.
"We should get rid of it before we head to camp dude." Stan mocked, stopping to pull his boyfriend closer to him. Stan ran a chilling finger down Kyle's wrist. Kyle was shocked. We?
"I can do it..." He spoke proudly, not needing help from Stan. Though he had to admit he was too nervous to get a hand job or blow job. It was awkward. They had only just revealed their feelings, and Kyle was still confused. Stan shrugged and took a seat on the floor, waiting for Kyle to releave himself.
"I'm not doing it with you here..." He spoke, crossing his arms. His red bangs covering most of his emerald eyes. Stan's eyes had a look of plea in them, like he so wanted too help out.
"But Ky, I obviously caused it." Stan mocked, making a funny face at his boyfriend. Kyle crossed his arms and sighed, he knew Stan wouldn't give in, he was so persistent. Kyle finally gave in and allowed the dark haired teen to give him the relief he really needed.
Stan and Kyle sat on the forest floor, they were pretty sure they were a fair distance away from the camp and were safe. He began to unzip his fly, nervously thinking of what to do next. Though Stan acted confident, he really wasn't. He had no clue what he was doing.
"Dude, here..." Kyle helped him with the zipper, pulling off his pants fully, leaving him in his boxers. His erection showing clearly. Stan could feel himself harden in his pants, Kyle turned him on so much. Ever since he started the crush he had thought Kyle was sex on legs. He chuckled at the quote he used 'sex on legs'
"What's so funny?" The red head frowned, feeling his confidence shrink instantly. Stan looked up with bright eyes smiling. He averted the question and brushed a cool hand over the bulge in his boxers, causing Kyle to moan erotically. Stan shivered hearing the delicious moan, deciding to take a new route in their problems. He took a hold of Kyle's shoulders and pushed him softly to the ground, protests were made, but soon stopped when Stan ground his pelvis against Kyle's.
"Fuck!" Kyle hissed at the pleasure and pressure. It hurt a bit, since he was still wearing boxers, but yet it was satisfying too. He loved the feeling of Stan grinding hard against him, making him cling to Stan, digging his nails into his arms.
"S-Stan!" He groaned into Stan's mouth as their lips collided, both males thrusting in time. Groans and moans emitted from them both, all thoughts running through their heads had now rushed out. They were both taken over by pure pleasure. Both chanting passionate moans.
"Ky...Oh...god..." The dark haired teen panted as he began to run kisses down Kyle's delicate neck, leaving a trail of saliva. A sudden stop of thrusts left Kyle in protest, trying to get the delicious friction once again.
Instead, Stan slid down to his torso, his gaze meeting Kyle's erection. He quickly relieved him of his boxers, and looked at the pre cum glazing his erection.
"Hurry up!" Kyle hissed impatiently, receiving a wild smirk from Stan, who licked the tip, sending a shiver down the red heads spine. His tongue felt amazing. Kyle's nails scraped the grassy floor, pulling up the vegetation. His head flew back as Stan engulfed his length, well as much as he could take. Stan had never given a blow job before, nor did he really think he would ever actually do it.
Growing in confidence, he began to get into the pace, and Kyle's thrusts. He tried to hold back gags, but some were just inevitable.
"S-Stan I'm gonna-" Without warning, Kyle came deep into Stan's throat, making him jump back slightly at the surprising outburst, He quickly swallowed the substance. Tasting sweet, he didn't have a hating for the taste at all. Wiping the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, Stan now had to cure his own hardened member.
"Sorry Stan." Kyle said with a blush, his face flushed. Stan gestured for the smaller boy to crawl over to him, he obliged and was greeted by Stan undressing. Kyle knew that Stan would defiantly want something in return.
As he worked on his own pants, Kyle sat patiently, mouth slightly open and ready for Stan's member. He too was nervous, though slightly turned on by the fact he was going to pleasure his sexy boyfriend.
"Shit..." Stan mumbled, unable to undo his pants. This received a giggle from the red head, who ran his hands up the darker haired males thighs, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down, along with his boxers which pooled by his ankles. He gave a thankful smile to Kyle and stood up, the red head waiting patiently for his erect member.
Gently entangling his elongated fingers into Kyle's curly locks, he smiled down at him, wanting so badly for the feel of his lips. Kyle took a hold of his erection and ran an exploring hand over the length, causing Stan to groan from the releasing pleasure. He tightened his grip on Kyle's locks, closing his eyes as Kyle licked the head of his cock.
Kyle felt so natural yet nervous whilst giving his boyfriend a blow job. He tried to hide his nervous side and let out a more confidante and sexy Kyle. He decided to take things a step further, taking in some of his length into his small mouth. Stan's expression was pure pleasure, his head falling slightly backwards, emitting groans.
"Ky..." He groaned and thrust forward, gagging the submissive male slightly. He hand to push back on Stan's hips to signal his lack of air, trying not to panic too much. Stan released his grip and let Kyle work at his own pace, his hips threatening to thrust at times.
Kyle now engulfed as much as Stan's member as he could, running a cold hand along the exposed length that wasn't in his mouth, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. His eyes half lidded, sucking hard on Stan's erect cock.
"Holy fuck...Kyle, I'm gonna cum soon..." He groaned out, warning his little Jewish male, who took the erection from his mouth, leaving with a popping sound. Kyle wasn't quite ready to swallow come, feeling bad for making Stan swallow his own.
Stan understood and began to make swift up and down movements with his hand on his member. He began to feel a knotting sensation in his gut, groaning as he came. Covering Kyle in the sticky substance.
Needing a good clean off.
Wendy ran a tissue over her tear filled eyes, explaining to Bebe what her and Stan were going through at the moment. Bebe telling her how that was a major step in any great relationships, though her advice made Wendy sob ever more.
"I love Stan so much Bebe...He means the world to me..." The raven haired girl whimpered.
"I know you do Wendy, but sometimes relationships just don't work that way." The blonde went on, telling Wendy all the things she hadn't wanted to hear. Of course she hadn't told Bebe yet of the site she witnessed in the forest.
Not being able to take any more of Bebe's logic, she decided to approach someone who hated Kyle and Stan just as much as she did.
Eric Cartman.
Meanwhile, both naked, Kenny was molesting the small blond who writhed beneath him in pleasure. He currently was giving Butters an amazing blow job, using all of his skills he had learnt over the years. His tongue adventured over the length of Butters' cock, teasing him.
"Do you want more?" He stated, pausing and waiting for an answer from the hysterical blonde. He knew it would take forever, due to the fact he was on a new high.
All he could do was nod, half lidded eyes gazing into smirking blue ones. Butters' had almost reached climax when the dominate male stopped, reaching over for his broken old bag. He searched for a while, Butter's wondering what he had in store for him, whatever it was. He was ready for.
Kenny pulled out a small packet and a bottle, giving Butters a gesturing gaze, asking him if he wanted it.
There was a silence.
Then he spoke up.
"I-I want to Kenny...But...It's gonna hurt..." He complained, knowing the dreadful pain he would have to put himself through. He wanted it though. He felt a huge connection with Kenny, like no other. He knew that they hadn't been together for long but it felt right to him.
"I've done this before, I'll make sure to make it as painless as possible" Kenny reassure him with a quick kiss on the forehead. He waited for Butters to approve before opening the condom packet. Kenny wanted Butters to know that he was safe to have sex with. That he respected his wishes and make the relationship work.
"I need to prepare you hun...So put...yep..." Kenny instructed as he spread Butter's legs, able to reach his entrance. He spread a fair amount of lube onto his fingers, though it was only hand lotion since lube was expensive. Though to Kenny anything slippery could lubricate.
He ran a wet finger over Butter' hole, making the blond shiver in response, never having anyone do this to him before.
"K-Kenny!" he groaned, feeling a finger slip deep into his entrance, stretching him slightly. It was uncomfortable at first, but he soon got used to the intruder in his ass. That comfort was replaced with another finger, stretching him further apart, once again trying to revive the comfortable feeling.
"You okay?" Kenny mumbled as he began to scissor his entrance. Feeling Butters tighten around his limbs. His words were chocked. The lighter male couldn't speak for the unusual intruder in his entrance hit a spot he could only describe as heaven.
And Kenny knew this.
He angled his fingers and pushed in hard, spreading them at the same time. This received a delightful gasp from the submissive blond. Kenny smirked at this and pulled out his fingers, taking away the feel of fullness from his boyfriend.
"Keennnnyyyy..." He strangled out as he sat laid on the ground panting, trying to gain some composure. But before he could, Kenny had his lips all over the males body. Leaving a small trail of dark marks.
Totally forgetting the condom which was almost put on, he positioned himself above Butters, giving him a loving smile before pushing the tip of his cock into Butters' entrance. His face contorting slightly at the size difference of Kenny's fingers.
Allowing him to get used to the feeling, Kenny pushed in a bit further once he was ready, groaning at his innocent tightness. He felt like he was in heaven.
He gained composure and checked on how his boyfriend was doing.
He had tears pricking in his crystal eyes.
"Butters? Do you want me too stop?" Asking softly, he ran a hand over the blond's hard member, trying to take away the pain he was feeling.
Shaking his head, Butters wrapped his arms around Kenny's for comfort, hiding in the crook of his neck. "No...go on...please..." He insisted, though it was slightly mumbled. Taking that as a yes, he pushed in all the way, hoping that this would help him get over the pain in one go.
Kenny felt teeth sink into his shoulder, he didn't pull away though. He wanted Butters to show him how much it hurt him at the moment.
"Fuck Butters..." He winced slightly at the drawing of blood, clinging onto the smaller blond tightly. Deciding that he had to move, Kenny ran a circle across Butter's back, comforting him.
"Can I move?" Feeling a nod into his shoulders, he pulled out slightly, pushing back in slightly harder than he should have.
"Oh god!" Butter's cried out in pleasure. Luckily Kenny had made the right move. He had found the spot he was looking for and smiled down at the erotic blond that he adored so much.
"Again...Please..." He begged, his chest heaving slightly at the over powering sensations he was feeling.
"As you wish..." He chuckled at how innocent his blond really was.
Pulling out and slamming back in harder, they both moaned sweetly at the pleasure. Kenny carried on with the rhythm they were at, pulling out and pushing in, almost sending he and his lover over the edge.
Kenny watched as Butters covered his eyes with his arm, feeling in total bliss right at that moment. Moans emitting loudly from his parched throat. "K-Kenny! I'm almost..." He groaned out as Kenny once again hit his prostate, sending him into ultimate bliss.
"Fuucckkk..." He cussed as he climaxed, covering both his and Kenny's stomachs with the sticky white substance.
"Shit..." Kenny was sent over the edge buy Butters' muscles contracting around his erect member. He let his seed out deep into Butters, filling him up. Kenny took a few more thrusts before he slowed down and fell in exhaustion, his hands at either side of the blond's head. Sweat beads dripping from his fore head and all over his body.
The tent suddenly felt very steamy.
"I love you Kenny..." Meeting eyes with his boyfriend, Butter's planted a delicate kiss on his lips, full of passion. Those words were a shock to Kenny. No one had ever said that to him. Not even his own parents.
He didn't reply and Butters seemed to understand that. Though he didn't expect a reply. That physical moment together was enough for him.
That's what he told himself.
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I know this chapter focuses more on Bunny, but it's because I love bunny as a couple as well as Style :)
I suck at Lemon...sorry :L
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