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Bleachers	By : xxXKSquaredXxx Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1959 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Bleachers
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Clyde Donovan was so depressed. He was sitting in the bleachers at a South Park Cows football game, curled up in a blanket as he watched his team go to town on the opposing players. He was the captain of the team and yet he had sprained his ankle the week before and was off the field now for the next little while. He was so sad, holding onto his crutches and leaning against them as he watched Stan Marsh score a field goal. He clenched his jaw and turned his attention to the sidelines, where Kenny McCormick was openly flirting with Bebe Stevens, Kyle Broflovski about ready to tear the blonde girl’s hair out of her head.

Clyde sighed melodramatically and flopped over, running a hand through his hair as he wiggled around on the hard metal bench of the bleacher. The brunette looked up suddenly when he realized someone was standing there and locked eyes with the dark ones of his best friend Token, who had an eyebrow arched incredulously. “What the fuck are you doing, Clyde?”

Clyde sat up and pouted, holding open his blanket and letting Token slide in beside him, closing the blanket over the two of them immediately. The brunette dropped his head onto Token’s shoulder, looking at him and looking like a kicked puppy. “I want to play.”

Token shook his head, moving Clyde’s crutches and wrapping an arm around Clyde’s shoulder, hugging him close. “You can’t. Wait a few weeks until your ankle is better and then you can, okay? Just be patient, Clyde, I don’t want you to get even more hurt.”

Clyde sighed, turning his head to the side and breathing in deeply. “Mm… It’s cold, Token.”

Token bit his lip and rubbed his hand over Clyde’s arm comfortingly, turning a little and nibbling on Clyde’s ear before murmuring, “You want me to warm you up?”

Clyde’s whole body tensed up and he looked up at the other boy, biting his lower lip uncertainly. “What’re you doing?” he whispered, his eyes wide as Token kissed him on the cheek. “We… Token, don’t fucking do that in public!”

Token smirked and spoke, his voice sultry. “So… if we aren’t in public I can do this?”

Clyde stared at him and then shoved him away, wriggling out of the blanket. “Don’t fuck with me, Token, I’m in a bad mood.”

Token rolled his eyes and leaned over, pressing his lips to Clyde’s and arching an eyebrow when the blue-eyed boy tensed up, staring at Token. He pulled back a little bit and ran a hand through Clyde’s hair. “I’m not fucking with you. Come on, you want me to keep you warm?”

Clyde eyed him and then nodded, letting Token pull him to his feet and help him get on his crutches. They walked, or in Clyde’s case hobbled, to the end of the bleachers and went down the steps, Token grabbing Clyde’s arm and guiding him under the bleachers before pressing him against the chain link fence and looking at him steadily. Clyde leveled him with an uncertain gaze and Token spoke, moving a hand to touch Clyde’s face. “You know why I brought you under here, right?”

Clyde blinked and then nodded, leaning against the chain link fully and dropping his crutches as he lifted his foot and rested it against the fence rather than stand on it. “To fuck me, right?”

Token nodded. “If you want to.”

“If I didn’t want to I wouldn’t have come, shithead.” Clyde blushed lightly, looking down and away from his slightly taller friend. He wasn’t usually like this around anyone except for the man currently in front of him and he hated the effect Token had on him.

“Your ankle is cool, though, right?”

“It’ll be fine.”

Token smiled and nodded, leaning in and pressing his lips to Clyde’s, coaxing them open and tangling his tongue with the other boy’s. He pulled him close and Clyde kissed back, hooking his arms around Token’s neck and pulling him closer. They had been best friends forever and it was a necessary, if not surprising, progression from best friends to lovers or fuck buddies or whatever the hell they were at the moment.

Token started working on his own pants, unzipping them and dropping them down before working on his briefs, pushing them down as well. Clyde broke the kiss and looked down, biting his lower lip and then moving his hand, taking hold of the other man’s shaft and running his hand up and down it. Token moaned softly, his dick starting to harden in Clyde’s hand, and Clyde smiled slightly, shifting so he was leaning against the chain link fence more.

The Donovan boy ran his thumb over the tip of Token’s cock, leaning up a little and kissing at the skin on his friend’s neck. “Mm… what do you want me to do?”

Token arched an eyebrow and turned his head to the side, catching Clyde’s lips and kissing him as the boy continue to jack him off slowly, seemingly growing in confidence as he continued moving. They broke the kiss momentarily and Clyde murmured, “Is it hard to give a blowjob?”

“No. But you sure you want to?”

Clyde nodded, looking at Token momentarily before dropping to his knees and keeping his grip on Token’s shaft. He blinked nervously and then leaned forward a little bit, running his tongue over the tip experimentally before looking up at the black boy, who was watching him curiously. “Why’d you stop?”

Clyde bit his lip then shrugged, licking it again with the same experimental movements, and Token ran his hand through the other’s hair. “Let me put it this way. Whatever spit you put on there is all the lube you’re going to get.”

The brunette blinked and then looked up at Token momentarily before nodded briskly and spitting on Token’s cock, starting to suck on the underside lightly. He ran his tongue up and down the pulsing vein there before reaching the other’s balls, sucking lightly and watching for Token’s reaction as the black boy ran his fingers through Clyde’s hair. Clyde smirked and moved back up, sucking on the other’s tip again and running his tongue over the slit, licking up the small pearl of pre-cum there.

He turned his blue eyes upwards, looking at Token for approval as he moved deeper, getting about two inches more into his mouth when the black boy gave a nod of approval. He sucked lightly, swirling his tongue around the other’s cock as he kept his blue eyes on his best friend. Token arched into Clyde’s mouth, moaning in the back of his throat but keeping one eye on the boy blowing him. “God, Clyde, that’s great…”

Clyde pulled off with a popping noise and looked up at Token, smiling. “Really?”

“Yeah. You think it’s wet enough?”

Clyde nodded and Token helped him to his feet, the brunette leaning against the fence and taking weight off his ankle. He looked at Token before murmuring, “Are… you gonna fuck me now or what?”

Token nodded, putting his fingers to Clyde’s mouth and looking at him before using his other hand to pull out his wallet from his jeans on the ground. Clyde starting sucking on Token’s fingers noisily, humming contentedly in the back of his throat as he did so.

Token laughed and looked at him. “Come on, sweetheart, undo your pants, okay?”

Clyde nodded, doing as he was told and trying to multi-task, sucking on Token’s fingers while trying to get his pants off. He nearly fell over and Token grabbed him, grinning. “Damn it, Clyde, you’re so stupid.”

Clyde nodded and dropped his pants, stepping out of them tenderly and then managing to get his briefs off, dropping them in the pile of clothes on the floor. “I know.”

Token shook his head, moving his well-lubed fingers down and slipping one into Clyde, who tensed up and gripped Token’s shoulders for balance. Token waited a moment and then slipped another finger in, leaning forward and kissing the other slowly before murmuring, “Relax, Clyde… come on, it’ll hurt less if you do.”

Clyde nodded, kissing him again and relaxing a little before Token slid another finger into him. The brunette arched his back and hissed, Token smiling and pulling him into a deeper kiss as he started moving his fingers in and out slowly, prepping Clyde for what was to come next. Token pulled his fingers out and then hooked his arms under Clyde’s knees, hefting him up easily. Clyde’s arms went around Token’s neck immediately and they stood there for a few seconds before Token looked at Clyde, the brunette biting his lower lip and moving one arm, taking Token’s still wet shaft and guiding it to his entrance, leaning against the chain link for support. Token nodded and then lowered him down, Clyde arching against the other man and gasping as Token buried himself in the slightly smaller teen, stretching him out to the fullest.

Clyde moved slightly, grabbing the other’s shoulders and looking at him with wide eyes, his fingers digging into Token’s shirt as he waited. Token leaned in, nipping at Clyde’s jaw, and whispered, “You want me to start moving?”

Clyde nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as Token pulled out all the way before slamming back in, his best friend arching and squirming around, fully impaled on the other’s cock. Token picked up a rhythm, drilling into the white boy pinned to the chain link fence steadily as Clyde’s arms left his shoulders and swung up over his head, clinging to the fence as he looped his legs fully around Token’s slender waist.

Token angled his thrusts as best as he could, hitting Clyde’s prostate repeatedly; the brunette’s cries escalated until he was full-on screaming Token’s name, only the cries of the people in the stadium drowning him out as he kept his hands on the chain link, fingers grabbing at the reinforced steel as he looked at Token with lusty blue eyes, which only increased the black boy’s sexual fervor. He continued ramming into Clyde, his hands on his best friend’s waist as he let Clyde get into the rhythm as well, the two boys moving as one as Token panted. The act of holding his best friend up was exhausting and yet added more to the sex than he ever could have asked for; he was so turned on at the moment, more than he had ever been in the past.

They continued for a while longer, Token burying himself deep in Clyde one last time before arching muscled hips and releasing, his best friend palming his own dick and reaching climax a few moments later, his own seed spurting across his chest and stomach. Token dropped to his knees in the snow, pulling out of Clyde and leaving the temporarily crippled boy hanging onto the fence like it was some sort of support structure.

There was the sudden roar of the stadium from their side, indicating a win for the South Park Cows, and Token looked up at Clyde, who caught his breath and dropped to his knees, kissing Token softly. The dark-skinned boy grabbed Clyde’s hand and kissed back, murmuring, “I love you, Clyde.”

Clyde smiled and nodded, hugging him before managing to get to his feet, grabbing his briefs and pulling them back on. “Come on, it’s cold here.”

Token laughed, standing and getting redressed before helping Clyde steady himself. “It’s always cold here.” He kissed Clyde again and handed him his crutches, starting to head out to the parking lot and Token’s red Porsche. “How about we do this every game day until your ankle is better, babe?”

Clyde arched an eyebrow, hobbling after him on the crutches, his snow-covered blanket over his shoulders. “I hope to fucking God you don’t think that we’re only doing it on Fridays. You’re fucking wrong if you do.”

Token grinned and opened the door of the car for Clyde, pulling him into a kiss and smirking. “All right, I guess we can do it once or twice a week.”

“You fucking fags finally got together, huh?” Kenny McCormick’s jeering voice came from somewhere behind them as the blonde walked up, his hand firmly entwined with Kyle’s. Kenny grinned at them and glanced at Kyle, who shrugged, obviously irritated at his boyfriend for some reason or another. Kenny rolled his eyes and then smiled at Token and Clyde. “Invite us for an orgy sometime, okay?”

Token made a face and shoved Kenny away, the blonde and redhead leaving after a few more moments and leaving the boys alone together. Clyde got in the Porsche, getting his crutches out of the way before Token slid in the driver’s side. He closed his door as Clyde closed his and they looked at each other, Token grinning his damn head off before he leaned over, kissing him again. “I really do love you, man.”

Clyde nodded. “I love you, too, dude. C’mon, let’s go get dinner. My ass hurts so you owe me.”

Token chuckled and leaned back, putting his car into gear and pulling out of the parking lot, grinning like a maniac. He had never been happier.
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