IS THIS REAL LIFE?
Chapter Seven
Kenny's P.O.V
Dinner was awkward. Butters sat at the counter, me at the table. The others arrived halfway through and stole the rest of our pizza, but at leased the tension eased a little.
Bedtime was even more awkward. But eventually, I couldn't stand not talking to him anymore. So I turned towards him and asked "Why do you think it's us?"
Butters turned slowly and bit his lip in thought.
"M-maybe we should ask the g-girls next time they call?" He suggested.
"You think they know about stuff like that?" I wondered.
"O' course!" Butters cried. "Don't you r-remember what Megan said to Stan after she k-kissed Kyle?"
I remembered. Something like 'Stan, my boy, you're missing out'.
"Oh yeah. Yeah, we'll ask Kenni."
Eric's P.O.V
I had to work really hard not to laugh out loud. Didn't those guys know about Internet History?
I still couldn't believe they'd been reading porny stories about Stan and Kyle. That was just sick! What had they been doing while they read it? Touching eachother? Probably.
I filmed the computer screen for a few seconds, on the dirtiest scene in the story. Then I chuckled for good measure and turned off the camera. Sarah would get a kick out of that.
I couldn't help but browse. I typed my name into the search, for the same kind of stories, just to see who they paired me with.
Kenny was quite a popular one, but of course he would be. Kenny was a whore, he was probably popular with everyone, boys and girls.
Butters was another. I laughed a little. I was the top in those, everytime, I liked that.
I choked on my chips when I read my most popular match. Fucking Kyle? Me fucking Kyle, to be exact! That fucking filthy Jew? What the heck?
I almost switched off the comuter in rage, but then I had an idea...
A deliciously evil idea...
KYLE'S P.O.V
I rolled over, and heard paper flutter to the floor. I shifted, and this time a big stack of paper fell off the top of me. I jerked fully awake and looked to the floor. The paper had settled there, various sized booklets of it stapled together.
I staggered up, trying hard not to wake Stan, and gathered the papers. I set them on my desk, and got dressed, before sitting down to read them.
The first was a relatively short passage.
Kenny stroked up the shaft of Kyle's hardened member softly, and the Jew shivered as the warmth and pleasure engulfed him entirely.
"Are you ready, babe?" Kenny asked, lifting Kyle's feet to his shoulders. Kyle just nodded, head lolling on the pillow, eyes half closed.
Slowly, Kenny pushed himself inside Kyle. Kyle writhed a little at first, moaning, but then the pain subsided and he was free to enjoy the feeling of Kenny's huge dick sliding in and out of him, picking up speed as it went.
I stopped reading...What the fuck!
I flicked the page to the side and looked at the next booklet. This one was a little bigger, maybe twenty pages. I skimmed to a random page and began reading the middle paragraph.
Eric stroked a finger down Kyles mid-section lovingly, some of Kyle's seed trailing with it. When he reached Kyles pelvis, Eric stopped and lifted his finger to his lips-
GROSS! EW EW EW EW EW!
Flipping the pages, I discovered all the excerpts were the same, sex scenes between Cartman and myself. Where the heck were they from?
A little afraid of what I was about to read, I pulled the third, heavier booklet to me, and again opened it randomly.
The water ran in rivulets through Stan's thick black hair as his head bobbed up and down. Kyle's head rolled back and into the shower wall as Stan's mouth slid over his shaft, as his tongue lapped daintily at the tip. Stan heard Kyle's soft moans and got rough with him, pumping his dick with his hand and still licking the tip to give maximum pleasure.
I think my heart had stopped beating. I flipped all the booklets over, looking for a reference, a name, something to tell me where these monstrosities originated.
All there was was a message, each word written in either red, yellow, or blue gel pen: 'Which ones make you hottest?'.
"Cartmaaaaaaaaaaaan!" I screamed.