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Chasing Eric	By : Tariraritarara Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eric looked over his shoulder at Butters for just a moment before turning his attention back to the film. Butters was silent, his cheeks thoroughly red as he knew what Eric was doing. Butters' breath caught in his lungs as the sound of the other's zipper being undone, really made Butters come undone. His slender, if not feminine hands wound up resting on Eric's wide hips. His fingertips gently brushing against his sides, he slowly began rubbing his love handles.

Eric groaned a little while Butters stroked his sides, carefully sliding his hands over Eric's wide stomach down to his thick thighs. He shivered as he prolonged finding Eric's hands stroking himself.

He stayed quiet as Eric let him explore his body. Hesitantly, Butters slid his hands over Eric's, his slender fingers wrapping around Eric's thick, hard cock. The larger of the two, groaned as he gently began to massage his throbbing length.

"Butters," Eric grunted, reached behind him and grabbing his blonde hair, he dragged him to the floor. Butters gasped in pain finding himself on his knees in front of Eric.

"Ah..." He gasped quietly as he found himself staring at Eric's cock as he massaged himself. Butters paused unsure of what Eric wanted, he still had a fist full of Butters' hair. Eric didn't falter as he pulled Butters' face closer to his hard shaft. He slowed a second, taking over. His hand gently enclosed Eric's length his hands resuming what they'd been doing previously. Eric groaned his approval tugging Butters' hair. Leaning forward, he could hardly believe he was going to do this. His first...well...anything that wasn't 'PG'. Butters' mouth descended on his throbbing erection, pushing his soft lips over the thick head. His small wet tongue darting out, rubbing small circles over the sensitive flesh.

Eric was breathing heavily as Butters took more of him into his warm, wet, mouth. The pearly tip, rubbing against Butters throat, the salty flavor sliding over his tiny pink tongue. Gentler hands, still carefully massaging his shaft as his mouth, slowly procured what Eric had initially wanted. Butters let his tongue slide up and down the underside of Cartman's swollen length, his hips trembling upward as if of their own accord. Eric gasped a bit and pushed Butters away. Looking injured, he bit his lip, hardly able to make eye contact with Eric. He felt awful about doing such a horrible job. He was no good at this...

Eric grabbed the waist of his dark slacks and pushed them down a few inches exposing more of his flesh. Butters looked up, surprised to find Cartman dragging him back to his knees in front of him. With more force then previously applied, he grabbed Butters' hair and shoved his face down onto his throbbing cock. "Suck it." He grunted roughly holding the petite boy still.

He cried out in pain, but with little to no choice, he took hold of Eric's length and let it slide back into his throat. Eric sighed his pleasure as he thrust into Butters mouth. Letting his free hand wander down, he took Eric's heavy balls into his hand tenderly massaging them to increase what Butters' hoped was his pleasure. Eric jumped a bit, his body trembling, more then ready to cum all over his face. It was creepy how good Butters was at this.

"Shit." Eric gasped pulling out of his mouth with a quickness, Cartman held him stock still as he slowly cam all over Butters' face. He groaned looking at how abused the other appeared. It was his dominance on display...that's all it was...his power trip. Butters whimpered as Cartman groaned finishing up. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he recovered. Opening his eyes slowly, he ran a clean hand through his own hair. Grinning he reached down and hoisted Butters up, taking his shirt he wiped off the cum that was left sticking to his shaft.

"Really good Butters." Eric mused, shooting him a look of disgust..

Butters eyes watered as Eric stood over him as he tucked himself away. Eric smirked as he watched Butters blue eyes water up. Fat tears streaming down his rosy pink cheeks mixing with his cum. Oh that was fucking delicious, he wished he was hard again just to repeat what had gone on.

"Butters...you're not done." Eric stated flatly. "Lick it off your face." He demanded pushing him onto his back, he sat down on Butters pinning him to the floor. Butters grunted as Eric's weight pushed all the air from his lungs. "Ah...Eric..." He cried a little looking up at the larger boy. Crying, Butters licked what he could off his face, using his hand to get the rest. Cartman watched with immense pleasure, as Butters cleaned himself up. Eric grinned with satisfaction leaning down he gently kissed Butters' closed eye, his tongue sliding out he licked his tears. "Really sweet." Eric murmured, a smirk on his lips.

"Faggot." Eric snickered, standing up. "Where's my other fifty?"

Butters bit his lip trying to hold back any more tears. He quickly scrambled to his feet and snatched up his wallet from his nightstand. Digging through he took out a crumpled fifty and handed it to Eric. Butters was silent, hurting in all the worst places. He sagged against the bed, feeling numb, as tears streamed down his soft cheeks, he was so ashamed.

Eric grinned, taking is DVD and put it back into his bag. He then took out a piece of paper and handed it to Butters. "I have a history project. Get it done." He grunted pulling down his shirt as it had started to rise up on his stomach. Cartman walked out of Butters' room and went downstairs without so much as a glance.

Butters sat staring at the closed door, hot tears streaming down his cheeks he gulped trying to swallow the hard lump of pain in his throat. "...Eric" He whispered as he started sobbing, falling against his pillow. His prominent taste still in his mouth...he couldn't forget this.

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"What the fuck dude?" Stan asked curiously flipping through the thick stack of papers that was Eric's report.

"He did your whole paper?" Kyle asked skeptically

"Yeah," Eric grunted as he stuffed his face with McDonalds breakfast sandwiches.

"Wow Fatass...this is a great paper."

"Hey!" Cartman scowled pushing more food into his mouth. "Let's go smoke."

"Fuck yeah." Kenny said stealing one of Cartman's sandwiches.

"Fucking Goddamn it Kenny! You poor fucking asshole! Stop taking my food!"

Kenny shrugged, stuffing the greasy Mcmuffin into his mouth as they headed outside for a quick hit before class.

Eric grunted as he sat down on the cement digging through his backpack for his bowl. "Sweet, there is still some in there," Eric smiled as he grabbed his lighter and took a hit.

"Dude, share." Kenny scowled a bit, sitting beside Eric trying to grab his bowl. Eric blew smoke in his face and laughed "Just because you're fucking poor and can't buy weed doesn't mean that I am the one you fucks need to leech off of. Screw you guys, I'm going to class."

Eric stood up and walked off, he found it strange that Butters was nowhere to be found. Usually he bumped into him at least two or three times throughout the day. He sighed running a hand through his soft, brown, hair. He knew what he had to do.

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After school, Cartman drove to Butters' house. He reminded himself that this was absolutely necessary... Really, he had to do it... With a heavy sigh, he knocked on the door. It only took a moment before someone answered.

"Oh hello Eric." Mrs. Stotch smiled

"Hi Mrs. Stotch. Is Butters here?"

"Yes, he's in his room. He never woke up this morning." She said with a soft smile. "I suppose he's not feeling well. Go up to his room and see if you can't get him up before we ground him." She smiled cheerily, stepping aside.

Eric quirked a brow, reminded of how insane Butters' parents really were. "Errh, Thank you Mrs. Stotch." He mumbled as he hurried made his way upstairs. He wasn't jogging up the stairs or anything but he was pretty quick for a fat kid.

What the fuck could be wrong with Butters? Eric frowned as he knocked on his door. He prepared himself for the gayness that was about to assault him. Besides the point, all that shit from yesterday couldn't possibly have

"Hey...Butters. You there?" Eric called softly before walking into his room, closing the door behind him.

Butters was laying on the bed, his face buried into his gay kitty pillow, trembling. Eric turned the bedroom light on and walked over, sitting on the edge of Butters’ bed.

"Hey Butters...you okay?" Eric asked with surprising tenderness.

Butters continued to cry into his pillow, not acknowledging his presence. He sighed and easily picked Butters up rolling him on his back and pulled him against him. He looked down at him, his dark eyes holding his glazed stare.

"Butters...You'll be okay..."

Butters sniffled and looked up at Cartman. "You...you..."

"Ah...I know." Eric murmured stroking his hair. "Butters?"

"Hm?"

"Did you finish my paper?" Eric asked softly.

Butters mouth dropped a little and he pulled away from Eric. Tears streaming down his cheeks he just couldn't believe that he thought Cartman had another reason for being here.

"You..you..." He choked out, leaning against the wall.

"Did you? Finish it?" Cartman asked holding his sweet tone, but growing impatient.

Though he wasn't weeping anymore, Butters moved towards his computer and tossed Eric the paper. "There." He mumbled pacing around his room. "Just...go away Cartman..."

Eric stood up and walked over to Butters, looking down at him he frowned. Eric picked Butters up, easily forcing him against the wall. Leaning down, Eric's mouth covered Butters, his tongue slipping past the cherry pink lips, and kissed him. Butters gasped, his mouth opening and accommodating Eric's larger tongue, even as shock battered his already abused emotions. He desperately wished he didn't like it, that he didn't want it. Butters' wished he wasn't reacting. That his lithe body wasn't squirming with pleasure under his weight and warmth. Eric had him pinned to the wall and they both grew still as his tongue retreated. Slowly his thick lips slid into an appropriate smirk. "Thanks..for the work Butters."

"Eric..."

"Hm?" Eric asked coolly, looking down at the meeker boy.

"...nothing."

"Thought so." Eric said taking another step back letting Butters' body slide down the wall, he stayed where he fell. Sitting on the floor Butters choked on his sobs. Eric relented, squatting down in front of him and ran a hand through his milk blond hair. Another small reward for the little fag. He grunted as he got to his feet, hauling Butters off the floor, he easily scooped up the lightweight and carried him over to his bed, laying him down. "Don't be so sad...I'll be back tomorrow night." Eric said quietly as he took a moment to watch him. He turned and walked from the room, leaving a very confused and hurt Butters with plenty to think about.
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