Chapter four
I felt my climax reaching, and I moaned out, "C-Cartman, I'm about t-to," before I could finish my sentence I came onto both of our chests. "Nya~" I moaned out as I stretched out on the bed. Cartman pulled out of me and plopped down, on the bed beside me. He pulled me into his arms. Then I fell into a deep slumber.

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"Stan, honey, wake up, it's time for school," my mother called out to me. I opened my eyes and shot out of bed. I looked at the bed and saw no one beside me. A sigh fell from my lips. Another dream, I thought. "Stan, are you up?" she called again.

I hesitated for a moment, "Um, yes mom," I called out. "I'll be down in a moment," I said. I made my bed then began heading for the bathroom, when I realized I felt a bit breezy in between my legs. My eyes trailed down and I noticed I had cum while I was dreaming of Cartman. I gasped and ran to the bathroom. I took a shower and got dressed in fresh cum-free clothes.

A smiled formed on my lips as I made my way to the kitchen. The smell of warm pancakes filled my nose once I was close enough to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Stan," my mother greeted me as I entered the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Hey mom," I replied. "I'll just have one, I don't want to be late," I Said. She nodded and handed me a plate with one pancake. I covered my pancake with butter and syrup then ate it quickly. Then I chugged down my milk, and I ran out of my house to head for school.

I sat in my first hour class, already wanting to head home. The teacher was giving a lecture of who knows what.

"Hey, Stan," Kyle whispered. He sat at the desk next to mine. I looked over at him, giving him a confused look. He never spoke during lectures. "Where the hell were you yesterday?" he asked. I blinked, tilting my head to the side. "We were supposed to go to the fucking movies," he whispered angrily.

Oh shit. I forgot. "Sorry, I had to go somewhere very important after practice, and I forgot to mention it to you,"

Kyle looked over to Cartman, and gave me a disgusted look. Kenny told him something.

I looked over at Cartman and noticed he was staring at me. I waved at him and he chuckled lightly. I blushed and quickly turned away. 'Damn that Cartman. Every time I look at him I get horny.' I thought. I felt a boner growing in my pants, and I ran to the bathroom, ignoring the teacher's yelling.

The bathroom stalls were empty so I sat at one end of the bathroom. It was a good thing that no one ever entered the bathroom during this class hour. If so, I would probably be sitting in one of the stalls.

A sigh escaped my lips as the thought of Cartman entered my mind again. Only this time I was thinking of the dreams I've been having.

An aching pain grew in my pants, and I looked down. A blushed grew on my cheeks, and I knew I had to go into one of the stalls. I stood slowly and walked into one of the stalls. I sat on the toilet with my pants down and my dick all erect. I poked it and a moan escaped my lips. I bit my bottom lip, closing my eyes.

I curled my fingers around my shaft and began moving my hand up and down in a rhythmic motion. In reality I was masturbating, but in my imagination, Cartman was giving me a hand-job.

As I was about to let out a moan, the door to the bathroom opened. I immediately shut my mouth and opened my eyes. "Stan, you in here," It was Cartman.

I tucked my raging boner in my pants and slowly stepped out of the stall. Cartman looked at me then down, noticing the bulge in my pants. Smirking, Cartman pushed me into the bigger stall, next to the one I was in. He pulled my pants off in one swift movement, and then he pulled off my boxers.

He stroked the slit at the top of my penis, causing me to moan. He looked up at me, continuing to rub the same area. I looked deep into his big green eyes, continuing to let my moans slip through my lips. I could feel my face burning up as Cartman licked the area he was stroking. "C-cartman," I moaned out. He took my penis into his mouth after I spoke his name. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he began bobbing his head skillfully.

After awhile of the same thing, Cartman sat up and french kissed me. As soon as he pulled away, I whispered in his ear, "I want you, Cartman," Licking his ear, Cartman moaned.

"You're such a whore," he said. I could here the smirk in his voice, so I knew it wasn't an insult.

He pressed my cheek against the wall gently, and then he inserted one of his fingers into my entrance. I held back a scream, but I did let out a small moan. Then he inserted two more fingers and scissored them, stretching me out.

I opened my mouth to scream, but Cartman stopped me, "Try not to make much noise, we can't be getting caught, ho," he said. I swallowed my scream and nodded slightly.

After I was stretched out enough, Cartman pulled out his fingers, and I heard him pull off his pants and underwear. Turning my head slightly to look at him, I noticed his large length.

He positioned himself at my entrance. "Ready whore?" he asked. I nodded, but he didn't move. I turned slightly to look at him. He was smirking down at me. I gave him a confused look, and he only smirked wider. "I want you to beg for it," he said.

I blushed more red than I already was. "P-please," I said slowly.

"Please what?" he asked.

Turning around I french-kissed him. "Cartman, I w-want you to fuck me," I begged.

This seemed to please him more than he could have wanted, cause the next thing I knew, he was fully inside of me, thrusting in and out roughly. I was trying to hard not to scream out, but I let out small moans to keep Cartman going.

Cartman would either go faster or harder at times when I would moan out his first name: Eric. But at some point he turned me over, so he could see my blush red face. My legs around his waist, and his hands at my hips, helping him with his thrusts.

Soon, I began feeling a pain go from the pit of my stomach to my balls and finally to my penis. "C-cartman, I'm- I'm gonna," I let out a final moan, "Eric~!" and my load of cum shot to our stomachs and some to our cheeks. After I came, it triggered Eric to let out his load as well
"Ah~ Stan," he moaned out. We both fell to the floor, Cartman on his back and me on top of his stomach. "Let's get out of here, ho," he said.

"O-okay," we got up and got dressed. After, we pulled off our cum covered sweaters and held them in our arms, so no one could see what we had done. Then we cleaned off our faces and went out to his car.

Leaving the school grounds, Cartman turned down the radio. "Stan, I think that we should tell people,"