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The most important meal of the day	By : RIP Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The most important meal of the day
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Kyle slowly opened his eyes to the bright sunlight shining in through his bedroom window. He was so tired. The Broflovski house played host to another great sleepover last night.

The boys had been having sleepovers since they were kids. Many people told them over the years that boys having sleepovers together was gay, but these four knew better.

Their sleepovers were all ceteletely heterosexual.

They’d do guy things when they slept over. They’d play video games where one could shoot people and steal cars. They’d watch movies where people were shot and cars were blown up. They’d eat red meat that came from shot cows which were delivered to the market in a big, manly truck. They’d stay up until all hours of the night talking and hanging out together, then simply go to sleep and awake to a big breakfast the next day no matter whose home they slept in the night before. Their parents all believed that breakfast was the most important meal of the day for growing teenagers.

It was all very innocent and straight.

In fact, the boys didn’t even discuss the possibility of homosexuality. Except once during lunch period when bets were placed about Cartman’s sexual preference. He denied being gay up and down of course, but his three friends could clearly see that he was a queer trapped in the closet.

Kyle reluctantly got out of bed. He was motivated by the large breakfast that would be waiting downstairs. He stepped out of the majority of his clothes, stripping down to just a pair of silk green boxers, and then stepped over his unconscious friends on the floor. He noticed only two of three boys were still passed out. That could mean only one thing.

“What a shock” Kyle said sarcastically as he entered the kitchen. “Eric Cartman is the first at the breakfast table.”

Eric munched away on a pancake, flipping his friend off in response. The Jewish lad made himself a plate of pancakes and joined his semi-pal at the table.

“Where’s my family?”

“Your brother swallowed something. They took him to the hospital to check it out.”

Kyle nodded. Ike swallowed small objects around the house all the time. He was ten now, but he was also Canadian. His lack of intelligence was therefore understandable.

The two boys ate in tired silence until Cartman finally spoke up about Kyle’s choice of attire.

“Christ put some clothes on. You really think you impress anyone with that body?”

“I always eat breakfast in my boxers. That way I won’t spill anything on my good clothes.”

“...Bitch.”

A well thought out response like that was just the thing Kyle needed to start his day. He sighed and poured some syrup over his pancakes.

“That syrup isn’t money Kyle. Share some with other people.”

Eric rudely swiped the syrup pitcher and covehis his pancakes in the sticky goop. He was using twice the amount of the flavoring Kyle was, but that was because he had twice the amount of breakfast on his plate.

“Stan and Kenny might want some too you know! Give me that!”

“Fuck you” Eric responded, his tongue lapping at the delicious condiment.

Having no alternative, Kyle’s hands began wrestling with Cartman’s for control of the syrup pitcher. No good came of the situation. Kyle quickly won the struggle, but ended up spilling syrup all over his lap in the process.

“God dammit!”

Cartman snickered at his friend, then got down on his knees and uncharacteristically wiped up a bit of syrup that had dribbled down to the floor. He wouldn’t normally clean up a mess he made, but that syrup was too tasty! So tasty in fact that the fat ass didn’t want to waste a drop of it. Cartman squeezed the contents of the napkin into his mouth, guzzling down the sweet pancake topping that had just been on the floor.

Kyle watched the behavior in near disbelief.

“You are such a fat fucking pig.”

Kyle got out of his chair and attempted to leave the room so he could change out of the Aunt Jamima boxer shorts. But a hand on his leg stopped his progress. He looked down at Cartman, who was still on his knees.

“What?”

Without saying a word, Cartman stuck out his tongue and flicked it over the silky bottoms, tasting the sweet syrup on his taste buds again. Kyle gasped as the tongue made contact him him, his eyes going wide in natural shock.

“Dude! What the hell?!”

Cartman ignored Kyle and continued with his licking. His hot morning breath blew against the crotch near his face as both his hands began rubbing along Kyle’s thighs.

“Stop it Cartman! I don’t want you doing that!”

Eric pressed his lips to the underwear, his nostrils taking in the wonderful scent as he sucked off more and more of the syrup. The fat boy stopped a moment to finally acknowledge the protesting. His response was perfectly logical, as usual.

“God you’re such a fag.”

Eric immediately went back to work before they had a chance to argue further.

Kyle’s penis was slowly growing erect thanks to those fat lips acting as a vacuum on his shorts. But popping a boner was sometimes out of the control of a boy. As his protesting indicated, this wasn’t something Kyle actually wanted.

So why wasn’t he doing anything to stop the cleansing of his drawers?

The speed of Kyle’s breathing increased. He struggled against doing so, but released a moan from deep within himself as Cartman kept sucking hungrily. As the fat boy re-added his tongue to the boxer washing, Kyle was again forced to feel pleasure. His penis seemed to keep coming into direct contact with lips and a tongue that were supposedly on a quest for syrup. The Jew could feel his balls starting to brush against multiple chins through the soft undergarment.

Cartman’s hands moved up to Kyle’s hips, pulling the smaller boy closer toward him. His hands then began sliding the boxers down; letting them rest at Kyle’s feet on the floor. Kyle attempted to voice one last protest at the sudden interest in his manhood. His voice was shaking as he felt his lower body becoming completely exposed to the world.

“C-Cartman, what’re you doing? Why would you…You can’t…“

The protest was in vain. Eric’s fingers wrapped around the smooth cock and moved it into his mouth.

Kyle let out a whimper as the soft sucking began. His member plumped inside of his obese friend.

With the erection placed firmly in his mouth, Cartman’s hands moved along Kyle’s body once again. He wondered as he began to caress them if Kyle shaved his balls or if they were still naturally hairless. He didn’t particularly care either way.

There was certainly no syrup left to drink, but soon there would be another fluid present.tmantman’s lips tightened around the organ, sucking until he grew tired of doing so and then using his tongue to lap uncontrollably at Kyle’s sensitive head.

Kyle shuddered as his pre cum began to fill the mouth of his buddy. He felt the wet tongue move from his head to the underside of his dick. Eric had temporarily opened his mouth to lick at the meat. Kyle could have easily pulled out and smacked Cartman for randomly giving him the blowjob…

…But he didn’t want to. Kyle could, and did, accept that he was now enjoying this. Even if it was coming from Eric Cartman it was still a good blowjob. And turning down a good blowjob was just…well, gay.

Cartman quickly clamped his lips back around the man pipe. He moved his head along the member, taking more and more of it into his throat with each push. He began sucking harshly, his hands still roaming along Kyle’s sac.

Unwilling to fight it any longer, Kyle started pumping his hips back and forth. His shaft was now pulsating as he fucked Cartman’s mouth hole. His warm stomach continually pressed into Cartman’s face. The cut cock tickled the back of Eric’s throat, but fortunately he wasn’t gagging on it. He must have had previous experience in giving other men oral sex.

Kyle’s body shook in extreme pleasure, finally squirting out his release. Cartman gladly swallowed the entire load with his fat cheeks pressed right into Kyle’s bare hips.

As his breathing returned to normal, Kyle took a moment to be amazed at what just happened. He felt that same hot mouth sucking the last drop of cum out of him, surprised Eric was able to take the whole thing like that while claiming to be a hetero. As Kyle started to go limp, he felt Cartman finally move away from his privates and return to a full standing position.

“…So,” Kyle began as he pulled up his shorts, unsure of what else to say after something like that. “I guess you’re finally ready to admit it.”

“Admit what?” Cartman asked, sounding legitimately puzzled.

“Dude, you’re gay!”

“No I’m not.”

They say the best kind of con man is one who believes his own lies. Eric Cartman was truly a great con man. For he had just looked right into the face of the boy he had sexually pleasured, and claimed in complete seriousness not to be gay.

“Yes you are! You were just giving me head!”

“I was just trying to eat the syrup. It wasn’t my fault it happened to be by your dick.”

“Yes it was! My cock and my semen aren’t syrup you lying piece of shit!”

“What’s shitty are those pancakes dude. S’why I needed the syrup so bad. I’m going home. My mom actually knows how to cook.”

Kyle sighed in exasperation as Cartman left his home. Maybe one day Eric would stop living a lie and admit his true sexual desires. At least then his relationships with men wouldn’t stop right after an orgasm was reached. Kyle could certainly admit that he liked boys now. Why was Cartman being so difficult about it?

Probably so he wouldn’t lose any money on the bets.

Kyle returned to his room to tell his other friends about the incident. He opened the door a crack but quickly shut it once he discovered Kenny and Stan locked in a sixty-nine position, enjoying a high-protein breakfast of their own.

As he threw his boxer shorts into the washing machine, Kyle made a mental note.

“Have more totally heterosexual sleepovers.”
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