South Park Tickle Book

Sex (Stenny)

Warnings: Swearing (expect it), Light Sex References (like Sex Ed course stuff)

I learned that this is a good idea, so: Age-16
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Kenny and the guys were waiting at the bus stop like normal, Kenny and Stan talking about their after school plans, Cartman and Kyle arguing over the same dumb shit (as usual). Kenny and Stan were going to stay the night at the Marsh residence, without any bitchy sisters or parents at home. Stan's family had taken a trip to Kansas for his sister's club activities, so he had gotten the house to himself till Tuesday, and Kenny wanted some time away from his house and with his boyfriend.

When class started, Mr. Garrison walked in. No one could ever know why he was still teaching, he obviously hated kids, but here we are. "Alright children, today we're gonna learn about sex." Snickers erupted throughout the class, mainly Kenny. "Oh, grow up! The school board requires me to teach this shit, so shut up and listen!" Everyone stopped, though Kenny was still smiling under his parka. "Now that that's done, I have a model I have to show all of you. And if I hear ANY laughing, making sex jokes, or anything close, you are going straight to the principal!"

Mr. G pulled down the projector screen, and a model penis and vagina were present, with all the parts labeled. It took everything Kenny had to not say anything. Mr. G went to the next slide, which demonstrated how to put on a condom, with a dido representing the penis. Kenny was holding his breath, biting his lip, anything to stop from laughing. It was too much. One more thing would break the bonds of his restraint. "Now, you could also do it this way. I always did it like this, but the way you were just shown is the 'modern representation'." Mr. G put the condom in his mouth, pulled out a wooden model, and slid it on, grunting as he tried to get the last bit to the bottom. That did it. "Mpfhmhmhmgmhmhmhmhmhhmgmgm!" He couldn't help it! It was hilarious! "All right, who did that!" Basically half the class pointed to Kenny. "Principal! Now!" He gave Stan a quick glance before heading out, pissed at himself for not holding it in. (Minds out of the gutter •_•)

"Well, that's very innapropriate behavior, Ken! Sexual education can help save kids your age from STD's and other negative sexual things, not to joke around!" After about an hour of the same exact shit he just said, worded differently, Kenny was allowed to leave. School had like, 5 minutes left, he got sent near the end of his last period. He walked as slowly as possible, and right as he got to the door: "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP" (that's how my bell sounds, it's like when you give a five year old an airhorn and they just hold in the button for as long as possible.)

He stepped aside and waited for Stan, then the two of them went to his locker, grabbed their things, and went to the bus. The whole ride Kenny was kind of staring out into space, wondering how he would finish all the work Mr. Garrison gave him for missing class. He had to label the parts of the male body that could produce sexual diseases, the part where cum was made and came out of, and how to properly put on a condom. He also had to write a ten paragraph essay on safe sex, which was gonna take him at least four hours by itself. He snapped out of it when Stan nudged his shoulder, telling him that it was their stop.

In the house, Kenny sat at the kitchen table while Stan was making them some cereal for them. When he was finished, they ate in silence, comfortable for Kenny, uncomfortable for Stan.

They went into Stan's room after they were finished, laying in his bed. He tried to break the silence. "Hey Ken, what's wrong? Well, other than the whole principal thing." Kenny sighed. "Mphmfmphm, mphmhfmpghf. Mphmhg, mpgfgnmf! (All I did was laugh, and they gave me an hour lecture and over 7 hours of homework on sex!)" He said it with an angry and irritated tone. "Hey, if you want me to, I could help. I mostly payed attention, and could probably get you most of the answers." He sighed again. "Mph, mfmhnmhph, mfghmngfhfm, mhgpm (No, I don't want you to do all that, I fucked up, not you.)" The tone was a bit dialed back, a tinge of sadness entering near the end. Stan could not see Ken like this, he had to do something! Something to cheer him up, something to let him help, something to make him forget all about it... A memory flashed from when they were kids. Kenny was in a pissy mood after a huge fight between his parents, and Cartman did something to help. "Hey Ken, are you sure you want absolutely no help, and you're gonna stay all sad?" He said it with a bit of mischief, but Kenny didn't notice. "Mph, mhgmfp, mghmf mgh mph (no, I'll do it, and I'm not all sad.)" A smirk grew on Stan's face. "Welp, I tried. Time to un-depress you."

With that, he lunged across the bed, grabbed onto Kenny's sides, and pulled his hood down. That's when it clicked. "Stan, no! Im fine, don't do it!" Stan pretended to think for a second. "Mmm, nope." He drilled his finger into Kenny's sides, making him squeak. He tried to hold in his laughter, biting his lip as hard as he could. "Come on, that's no fun! Let it out Ken, you need this!" Stan's right hand shot up to Kenny's armpits, and his laughter spewed out. "NOHOHOHO! DOHOHOHONT! STAHAHAHAH!" He brought both his hand up to Kenny's armpits, scratching, squiglling, and digging in as hard as he could. "DUHUHUHUDE! PLEHEHEHAHAHSE! NAHAHAHT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEAHSE!" Even with his parka still on, he could feel every little movement, and it was killing him. Still, he found it kind of good to laugh after his day, just not that much! "PLEHEHEHAHASE! BAHAHAHBE! MOHOHOHOHOVE!" "Fiiiiiiineeeeee"

He straddled Kenny, pulling his arms above his head, Kenny too dazed after his vicous attacks to fight back, and pulled of his parka. Kenny started to lighlt struggle, twisting and turning, trying half-heartely to escape. "Well, this makes it easier. Now, where to go. Oh, I know!" Stan scratched at his ribs, and laughter filled the room. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Stan took notice to the lack of pleading, but continued on, running his fingers up and down Kenny's sensitive ribs. "Hey, do you have all of your ribs?" Kenny, knowing what was coming, answered as best as he could. "YEHEHEHES! I DOHOHO! AAHAHALL 23!" Shit, people have 24! "Hm, that doesn't sound right. Let's see!" Stan put two fingers of each hand on the first set of his ribs, and started to vibrate them. "Twoooooooooo." "HAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Fooooour, siiiiiiiix, eeeeeight" Kenny bucked his hips as hard as he could, hard enough to make Stan's hand slip off his ribs.

"Hey! Now I gotta start all over again! Oh well. Twoooooo" This went on for about a minute, and when Stan reached the top set, he stopped. "Babe, are you alright? Did I go too far?" He took a deep breath. "Noho. I'm fine, juhust tired." Stan got off of him, then scooted closer and started to cuddle Kenny, petting his hair. He started falling asleep, but just before he drifted off, he vaguely heard Stan. "I never heard you say stop~"