Kyle felt a small nudge from behind and turned around. He saw his familiar blonde classmate.

"Hey Butters, what's up?"

"Oh, hey Kyle." The timid boy relied, "It's real nice you and Eric have been getting along so much lately."

"Yeah…." Kyle replied.

A lot of the other kids at school occasionally poked fun at how close Cartman and him were, so it was nice that at least Butters thought it was a good change. However, this wasn't what was eating at Kyle. Something else was. For days, Kyle had been yearning to talk to someone about it. Him and Cartman. The things they did behind closed doors. Adults didn't really seem like a plausible option, avoiding the topic and just telling him "Wait till you're older." Whatever the hell that meant. None of his classmates or friends fit the bill, either. The mere thought of bringing it up to one of them made chills run down his spine. But… maybe he could tell Butters.

"Hey Butters… can I ask you something?"

"Sure." The boy replied.

"Okay… but not here. It's something… really personal, and I think you're the only person I can talk to about it."

After agreeing on the boys bathroom as a suitable location, the two boys walked there. After double checking for anyone, Kyle felt it was safe.

"What did you want to ask me?"

"Well, actually, It has something to do with why Cartman and I have been so close lately. You swear you won't tell anyone?"

"Uh, Yeah, sure I won't."

"Well, It's just that… about two weeks ago, Cartman came to me with an Idea he had read about on the internet, and at the time neither of us realized what it was… but even after we found out, we kept doing it anyways. I tried to talk to about it, but he just blew me off, and I don't know who else to talk to about this."

The blond boy raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Well, what did you two do exactly?"

"We… touched each other. But, only because it felt good, and we thought it was harmless… but now it's all I think about… I feel like I'm doing something bad, but I'm afraid to talk to anyone about it. Until now…"

"Touch each other?" The boy questioned, "What do you mean?"

"Like…" Kyle shifted nervously, "Like… y'know, the most sensitive place on a guy?"

"Oh, you mean each other's weiners?"

Kyle nodded his head, bashfully.

The two were quiet for a moment, until Butters spoke up again.

"Why don't you just do it yourself?"

Kyle looked up. "Huh?"

"Yeah, If you do it to yourself, It's called master… uh.. some long word. If you just do it to yourself once a day, you'll feel better."

"Do it… myself?"

"Yeah. I can show you how if you want me to."

Kyle nodded, "Ok, but let's go in a stall just in case someone comes in?"

The two schoolmates locked themselves in the largest stall, and after a little coaxing, Kyle pulled his pants down.

"Just put your hand around it, and stroke it back and forth."

"Wait, what about some sort of lubrication?"

"What?"

"Uh, well, whenever Cartman and I do this, we use body oil to prevent friction burn." Kyle explained.

"Wow, really? I didn't even know about that… Not that I've ever done this before…"

"You have not?"

"No, I just know how to do it, that's all." The blonde boy thought for a moment. "You could always use your spit?"

"Ew, no." kyle instantly responded. "Well… okay." Both boys spat into their hands.

"Now, all you have to do, is stroke it over and over again until you climax."

The redhead nodded, and began doing just that. At first he didn't feel much of anything, but after a bit, it began to feel a little good, similar to when Cartman touched him, only different. It was… more predictable.

"Ah… ah…" Kyle moaned. Feeling a bit bored, He looked up at the blonde in front of him who to was stroking himself.

Butters was also panting a little bit, but had his eyes closed. Kyle couldn't take his eyes away until he felt himself becoming very close, and shut his eyes, feeling the familiar feeling of release in his own hand. Just a moment later, Butters came to.

The two boys took a moment to catch their breathe.

"So? How was it?" The blonde asked.

"It was.. okay…" The redhead replied.

"See? Now you can just do it yourself whenever you want to?"

Kyle smiled, "Yeah, I guess so… thanks Butters…"

The two boys left the bathroom, and their day continued as normal. Kyle didn't bother to hang around close to Cartman for the rest of the day. He didn't have a reason to anymore, right? *******

For the next few days, Whenever Cartman asked Kyle if he wanted to engage in their secret activity, Kyle would decline.

Finally, Cartman caught up with him in the hallway one day at school and asked him about it. "Why have you not wanted to do it lately? Are you sick of it?"

Kyle let a sigh. "No, that's not it. It's just that… well… for the past few days I've been doing it alone. And I think you should to."

"You've been doing it… by yourself?"

"Yeah."

Cartman was quiet for a moment. "...But doesn't it not feel as good that way?"

"No, it still feels pretty good actually. I can show you how to in the bathroom?"

"Show me?"

"Yea, C'mon." Kyle tugged on the boy's sleeve.

The two boys locked themselves into a stall. "Okay, first pull down your pants. Next your gonna want to spit in your hand to prevent friction burn."

"Oh, that's okay-" The chubby boy pulled the bottle of body oil out of his pocket. Blushing slightly he added, "I… carry this around with me now."

"Oh, then that'll work even better."

The heavier boy put some of the oil in his palm. "Next, all you have to do is wrap your hand around it and stroke it over and over."

Cartman followed the instructions and began stroking himself. After a little bit, he began panting and moaning. "Hah… ah…"

Kyle watched eagerly. He had the sudden urge to touch himself too as he watched the larger boy. After a moment's hesitation, Kyle began touching himself through his jeans and panting slightly as he did so, his eyes now half lidded.

Cartman kept his eyes off to the side from embarrassment until he became closer, and shut them. "Hah… ahh… ah!" With a final moan, Cartman felt himself finish.

Kyle briskly pulled his hand away. "So… how was it? Was it good?"

"Yeah, it was okay…" Cartman replied.

"This way, we can just do this by ourselves?"

"Yeah... I guess we can..."

"Good. I guess i'll see you later than."

Both boys left the bathroom, and returned to their normal school activities. ******

The next day at school during lunch period, Kyle went to sit by his best friend, Stan Marsh. Cartman and him had not been so close lately, and his best friend had noticed.

"Wow, i'm surprised you're not glued to Cartman's hip like you usually are at lunch break." Stan jeered as soon as Kyle sat down.

Kyle felt his face go red, but just brushed the comment off.

Later that evening, Kyle lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. Touching himself down there felt good, but… It wasn't the same as when someone else did it. ...No, this was definitely for the best. He felt a little less guilty about it. It was bad enough he was doing it to just himself. Doing it with another person, with… Cartman, was just too much.

He told himself this, yet found his phone in his hand, finger hovering over a certain name in his contacts. Dare he…?

Cartman lay in his bed, tired from his previous day. He liked to go to bed early when it was just him at his house, and not in the company of his friends. However, before he had a chance to doze off, he heard the familiar chime of his phone ringing. He picked up his phone.

"Hello?"

"...Hey."

"Oh." The chubby boy sat up, "Hey Kyle."

"..."

"Did you want something?"

"Yeah, I… was wonder if… you had done it to yourself… yet…"

"Oh! Uh… no, I havn't…"

"Oh… okay. Wanna… do it right now? Both of us over the phone?"

Cartman glanced uneasily around his room. Should he? What the heck, why not.

"Yeah, alright."

"Cool." Kyle replied. Kyle grabbed a bottle of lotion on his nightstand, and prepped himself.

After he was finished, he asked Cartman over the phone- "You ready?"

After a moment delay, the heavier boy replied, "Yeah."

Kyle began stroking himself slowly, shamelessly panting into his phone. "How… how far are you?" He panted into his phone.

The redhead felt the most highest of satisfaction when he heard the sound of Cartman moaning into the phone. "Pretty… ah… close…"

"M-me to…" The redhead replied, speeding up his pace. Kyle shut his eyes, doing his best to focus on the heavier boys moans… pretending that it was his hand stroking him, and not his own...

"Ah! Ah… ah…" Kyle moaned into the phone, feeling himself very close, "I'm... about to…" was all he managed to say, before feeling the pleasure of release.

Seconds later, he heard Cartman finish as well over the phone.

Quilt took over the young redheads body. Wasn't this.. cheating somehow? I mean sure, Cartman wasn't actually present, but they had both listened to each other when they came…

"...You still there, Kahl?" The chubby boy asked.

"Uh yeah. I'll see you at school tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay..."

"Bye."

"Bye."

With a tap, Kyle ended the phone call, and set his phone down. He curled up into a ball and fell asleep. **********

The next day, Kyle sat beside Stan on the school bus. He had been doing this lately. When he got to school, he did his best to avoid his heavier friend. A little distance between the two of them seemed like the best Idea to him. However, as fate had it, the two bumped into each other later that day.

At recess, Kyle ran into the bathroom to wash his hands. They were a bit sweaty. Maybe splash some water on his face whilst he was at it.

However, the moment he opened that door and stepped in, his mind froze. Over by the sinks was Cartman. Maybe he had the same Idea?

He couldn't just ignore him… and maybe some part of him, deep inside, really did want to confront the larger boy.

"Hey Cartman."

The brunette turned around, surprised. "Oh. Hey Kyle..."

Kyle didn't really know what else to say. should he bring up the phone call? Before the redhead could decide, Cartman beat him to the chase.

"The phone call we shared last night was nice…"

"Yeah…" It was nice, wasn't it?

Kyle hadn't realized how off guard he was, until he felt Cartman grab his shoulders and whisper in his ear, "I… pretended it was you… touching me."

Kyle felt himself blushing profusely from this. "I…" Kyle voice was shaking ever so slightly, "I was doing the exact same thing…"

In a matter of seconds, the two boys lips were on each other, kissing each other passionately. Kyle's mind was clouded with a mix of emotions which he couldn't name, but somehow found enough sense in himself to break apart from the other boy just long enough to say- "Wait… what if someone see's?"

"Shit, you're right-" the larger boy replied, and half dragged Kyle into a stall, locking the door behind them. Cartman slammed the smaller boy against the stalls door, and mashed their mouths together in a deep, needy kiss. It was wet, and hot, and just what Kyle needed. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Kyle felt Cartman's hand palming him through his jeans. Kyle shamelessly moaned in delight in response.

Multitasking, Cartman continued kissing the redhead, not slowing down his pace. Kyle, too, began stroking Cartman through his jeans.

'This is so hot…' Kyle thought to himself, as their kiss deepened.

"Ah- hah… I'm close, Kahl…" Cartman murmured between pants. Kyle also felt like he was going to come, but just then, a sound broke him from his trance. The sound of a door swiveling open.

Kyle pushed the larger boy off of him. "I'm sorry but… I can't do this…" Kyle managed to stutter out, before leaving both the stall and the bathroom.

Kyle didn't even look at the people he passed by. He just needed to go outside. He just needed some fresh air… *********

Kyle continued the charade of ignoring Cartman for the rest of the day. The next morning, he felt like crap. the night before, just before falling asleep, he found himself thinking about his encounter with the heavier boy earlier that day, his hand wandering downward. He felt so torn. Part of him wanted to end this as he had planned, erase the quilt, but another part of him… yearned for Cartman's touch. Oh man, what the hell was he gonna do?

Butters voice broke Kyle from his thoughts.

"H-hey Kyle. How's it going?"

"I Don't feel so great, actually..." Kyle admitted.

"Aw gee, really?" Butters frowned, "I'm sorry to hear that, Kyle." There was a moment of silence before Butters asked, "Have you been doing that thing I showed you?"

"Yeah."

"So uh… do you like doing it?"

"I guess…" Kyle replied, "But… It's totally different from having someone else do it."

"Wow really, it is?"

"Yeah. Completely different."

"I guess I wouldn't know… I've never had someone do it for me."

Kyle looked at the blond boy. "I could show you."

Butters blinked in surprise. "Oh, gee… you don't have to-"

"No, It's fine." Kyle insisted, "C'mon, we'll do it in the bathroom."

With a little coaxing, Kyle managed to drag the blonde into a stall with him.

"Using our spit would be kinda gross, Do you have anything on you we could use?"

"Oh, uh…" The blonde dug a small tube out of his pocket, "I have this moisturizer?"

"That'll work perfect…" Kyle dabbed a generous glob into his palm, and then handed the tube back to Butters. Butters dispersed some into his own hand as well.

"You ready?" Kyle asked, after undoing his pants.

"Uh, I think so…"

Kyle took a step closer, and then dipped his hand down until it took hold of the smaller boys most sensitive organ.

"Ah!" The blonde gasped, "your hands are kinda cold…"

"Don't worry, they'll warm up." The redhead assured, "Do me too…"

"Oh- right…" The blonde mirrored Kyle's action, and began stroking him.

Kyle quickened his pace. "Feel good yet?"

"Y-yeah, I do…" Butters replied. "Ah…"

Butters quickened his pace as well, until both of them were panting.

"Ah! hah… ah…" Kyle moaned, "I… I think I'm close…"

"M-me too…"

With a few more firm strokes, both boys felt the familiar sensation of release. Panting, the two leaned against the wall for a moment to catch their breaths.

"...So? Did you like it?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, It felt really good…"

"I told you so."

Both boys left the stall to wash their hands, and then returned to their normal school activities. At first, Kyle felt better than before, but as the day wore on, he felt a new sense of guilt. How was he gonna explain to Cartman what he had done? ********

Everybody loved fridays. It was a day of relaxation and anticipation for the weekend to come. However, that particular day was anything but relaxing for Kyle. Reason be was because, well… he was going to tell Cartman about what Butters and him had done. He just had a gut feeling that Cartman wasn't going to take the news well. The stress of knowing this, caused Kyle to wait till the last minute to tell the heavier boy. At the end of the day.

Kyle approached Cartman. Luckily, no one was near.

"Hey Cartman?"

Cartan turned to look. "Oh, hey Kyle…"

If Kyle already felt this awkward, imagine how he felt bringing up his rendezvous with the Blonde

"There's… something I need to tell you…"

"What is it?"

"Well… It's just…" Kyle shuffled his feet nervously, "Yesterday me and Butters were talking and… one thing led to another and well… we sort of… did it to each other. Y'know…. made each other come…In the bathroom..."

"What? You did it with him?!"

"Uh, well yeah, but I was just trying to show him-"

Kyle was cut off by Cartman saying angrily, "I'm going to fucking kill him!"

Kyle watched in shock as Cartman stormed down the hallway, "Cartman, wait!" He yelled after him, but It was fruitless.

Shit. Cartman looked really mad. If Cartman did find Butters, he was going to turn the poor boy into a pretzel. Kyle realized that his only option was to try to find Butters first so he could warn him. Kyle ran down the hallway in the opposite direction Cartman had, when he felt someone walk into him.

"Oh gee, sorry Kyle…"

"Butters!" Kyle gasped, both surprised and relieved.

"Hey, uh, I'm actually really glad I bumped into you. There's something I wanted to tell you."

"What is it?" Kyle asked, heart still pounding in his chest.

"Well, It's just that… that thing we did yesterday... I don't think we should do it again… no offense… I mean, don't get me wrong, It did feel kinda nice, but… I prefer to do it alone. You're not… mad are you?"

Kyle stared at the blond, surprised by all this. "No, I'm not… mad."

"Oh good!" The blonde replied relieved, "Well, I guess I'll see you later!"

"Wait, Butters, go that way."

"Oh, uh, alright."

The blonde boy then left down the hall that Kyle deemed was safest. Kyle briskly pulled out his phone. Maybe he could text some sense into Cartman.

Kyle carefully typed into his phone:

'Calm down. I just talked to Butters. He hated what we did. He never wants to do it again. And I'm glad. The only person I want to touch is you.'

Kyle waited nervously for a minute, until he got a message back.

'Really?'

'Really.' Kyle texted back. He quickly got another massage.

'Where are you, I want to see you'

Kyle felt himself blushing at this for some reason

'Lets meet at the front of the school?' Kyle texted.

'Kay' was the heavier boys response.

The two boys met in the front of the school.

"I think we missed the bus." Cartman said

"Yeah, I guess we did." Kyle replied.

"I guess that means we have to walk home… Do you wanna walk together?"

"Yeah."

"Do you… wanna hold hands?" Cartman asked, timidly.

Kyle felt his heart flutter a bit at this. "...Yeah, that'd be nice." The redhead held out his hand for the larger boy to take, which he did. The two began walking home in the direction of their houses.

When they reached Kyles house, they stopped.

"Well, I guess I'll see you at Stan's house tomorrow?"

"Whaddya mean?" Kyle asked.

"The sleepover, remember?"

"Oh yeah… okay, yeah, I'll see you then."

Kyle let go of Cartman's hand, and walked up to his front door. After a final wave goodbye, Kyle went inside. He felt a mix of emotions inside at that moment, but couldn't deny that he felt very relieved that he was once again on good terms with Cartman.

That night, when Kyle curled up in his bed to sleep, he felt a little bit happy. *********

"Let's see, we've got snacks, the game console is all set up… I think that might be everything."

As Kenny unrolled his sleeping bag, he heard the door to Stan's bedroom open and the voice of their red headed friend.

"Hey guys."

"God dammit, not again…" Stan said, irritated.

"Mmmph mph?"

Stan pointed towards Kyle and Cartman who stood in his doorway, holding hands. "Those two are close again." He told the blonde, annoyed.

"Psh, whatever." Cartman said, brushing off Stans comment.

"Mmmph mmph mmmph mmph." Kenny added, with a slight chuckle.

"Ay! Shut up Kenneh!"

The four boys spent the evening playing video games, eating, and just having fun until dark. When it was time to go to bed, Kyle and Cartman waited until the other two boys were asleep to push their sleeping bags together so they could sleep closer. That night, with their small hands intertwined, the two boys fell asleep while smiling. ********