two guys in a bathtub

Part 1: part 2

  After that Meteor party's moment, Gerald felt something. He felt a deeper connection to Randy, and he knew their love was forbidden because it would be seen as "gay" to the other men of South Park.  He'd had that moment stuck in his head for days at this point, and he wanted to see Randy in person to prove his love to him.  He just needed to wait for the right moment.  Randy felt sort of "wrong" for doing what he did in the hot tub that night, but somehow it also felt sort of right to him.  He knew it was with a dude he was comfortable with, so why did it feel so different? He wasn't even doing anything except jerking off in the hot tub with him.  He felt conflicted because it might strain him and Sharon's relationship than it already was.  He knew he needed to clear things up with Gerald again, though, and that felt right to him.  He just needed to decide a day to clear things up to him.  After a few days, they ended up bumping into each other at the store.  "Oh hey, Randy-" He got cut off. "Gerald."  They then both started, "We need to talk."  Gerald's face turned red, and Randy's face seemed to sparkle in the florescent lighting, especially his mustache, which was glistening a platinum black color.  "Meet me at my place after this." Gerald smiled on the inside but he just replied with an "Okay."  About an hour or two later, Randy heard a knock on his door, and he somehow knew who it was.  He opened the door and saw Gerald.  "Sharon isn't home, don't worry."  Gerald's jaw dropped in his mind. "Yeah, about that, I felt we needed a conversation."  Randy felt like the words had been taken out of his mouth.  "Yeah, I was thinking that too. By the way, I made Stan go to your house for the afternoon."  Gerald nodded, and got motioned to sit on the couch, which he did.  "You know, ever since *that night*, I've felt something.  And I'm sure you're feeling similar in a way."  He felt spoke to by a guru or something hearing what Randy had said.  "Yeah, I was thinking that too, dude.  I've felt a..deeper connection to you or something..I don't know."  Randy was stunned, and he didn't know what to say.  He nodded as a response because of his sudden loss of words.  He kissed him. (NO WAYY) Gerald turned redder than a tomato, and he kissed him back.  Randy grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the couch, kissing him and slowly starting to kiss his neck.  Gerald moaned, and rolled his eyes back.  "How about we take this past last time huh?"  Randy said smugly.  "Haah..yes, Randy.."  Randy smirked and undid Gerald's belt and shirt, and kissed his body all over.  Randy started sucking his cock and sticking it all the way down his throat.  Randy pulled a wig off of the table and put it on.  He was Lorde, and Lorde was going to fuck Gerald.  Randy took his clothes off, and it was revealed that he was wearing lingerie underneath.  "R-Randy..I think I'm gonna-"  Randy looked up at him. "I know."  Randy continued sucking and eventually, Gerald came in his mouth.  He swallowed it, and kissed him with his tongue.  Their tongues danced in their mouths, and their heads were battling back and fourth amongst each other.  Randy broke the kiss, with a dribbling string of saliva, and said, "How about we take this even further?"  Gerald accepted, of course (BECAUSE WHO WOULDNT WANT RANDY TO TO THAT TO THEM) and Randy smiled.  Randy lifted Gerald's legs, and thrusted his cock in Gerald's tight little bussy.  Gerald moaned really loudly, and Randy put his hand over his mouth. "Wouldn't want anyone hearing us, would you?  They'd think we are gay, man. No homo, catch my drift?  Or do you not have socks on?"  Gerald paused.  "O-Of course I have socks on! Just keep going please!"  Randy smirked. "Good boy~"  Randy started thrusting even harder and Gerald felt like he was going to break on the inside, but he liked it because it was Randy's dick inside him.  Gerald came again, and Randy kept fucking him.  "I'm not stopping until I finish."  He started thrusting faster and kissed Gerald again.  Gerald was feeling absolute ecstacy, and he came for A THIRD TIME.  Randy looked at him. "Okay, I get you like this, but you're kind of making a mess on my couch.  I paid $500 for this couch man!"  Randy kept going, and he came LITERALLY GALLONS OF CUM. (spooky ghost reference)