Dirty Little Boys

Chapter 4

This chapter has a sexual scenario. If you feel uncomfortable with certain sexual acts, you might want to skip to the first ~%~%~%~

Tweek ran back to his house and fled to his room. His parents were at the coffee shop, th-thank goodness.

Tweek dove for his bottom drawer. He dug beneath his underwear until he found the little silicone thing he was looking for.

He held his hand out. A d-dirty, f-filthy Craig had touched him there. Tweek could imagine the millions of germs crawling all over him. He shed his clothes and flopped on his bed. D-dirty, d-dirty, d-dirty Craig...

The thing he had pulled from his drawer was circular. It looked like a child's bracelet, but where a jewel may have been were a battery and a button. Tweek pushed the button and the silicone began to hum. He put the ring at the base of his dick.

Tweek had always had a problem with twitching and flinching uncontrollably. He hated it. Passionately. With the dick ring, he had some sort of control over titillating spasms.

Gah-ha~ah. He moved the ring closer to the tip of his penis. He held the wrist Craig had kissed to his lips. F-filthy, f-filthy. H-he mmm~ah c-could catch a disease f-from th- aah~this.

He pumped the ring up and down his cock. He could feel himself twitching all over, but the pulsating in his penis was dominating everything else.

C-Craig had been s-so dirty, ye-yet mmm~ so beautiful, ah! The way he had looked at Tweek from the dumpster... Gaah!

Tweek released his wrist from his mouth and brought it down below his testicles. He brushed them lightly before traveling farther south. He flicked his asshole roughly. Mmm-haaa ah! He pumped his penis faster while inserting a finger into his ass. He moved his hands simultaneously and roughly. Sss-ah.

"C-Craaaig...sooo d-dirtyy nnn." Tweek groaned and angled his penis away from his face. Too... much... nn... pressure. Hot, white cum shot from his penis. He panted and turned off the dick ring.

"Tweek..." Craig's head was poked between the Tweek's bedroom door and the wall. His face was red. Tweek couldn't see it, but Craig's hard wood was pressed against the hardwood door.

No, Tweek couldn't see that Craig was aroused. He saw disgust on Craig's contorted face.

Tweek began screaming and throwing his pillows at Craig. "Gah! Get out get out get out get out get out get out get out."

"Tweek! Stop for a..."

"G-go!" Tweek threw a book at Craig's head. Craig ducked out and slammed the door. Tweek could hear the baby doll crying as Craig walked down the stairs. Tweek put his face into his hands before he remembered both hands had bodily fluids on them. G-gah!

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"K-Ken, you can't smoke around Aran!" Butters grabbed the cigarette from Kenny's mouth.

"Why not? You're already smoking. Smoking hot." Kenny winked at Butters. He had walked Butters home from school. It was something he liked to do, but rarely had a good enough excuse. Now that they were assigned homework Kenny could actually help with, he had a perfect excuse to spend more time with Butters.

"M-my parents will ground me if they caught you smoking in the house anyway." Butters took a step away from Kenny. The baby was whimpering, but hadn't started crying yet. Butters had wanted to research fetal alcohol syndrome. He knew his and Kenny's baby had it from the pictures in his home economics book. The book had details on symptoms of FAS and everything, but it didn't have any information on the best way for parents to deal with a baby with FAS.

If the doll had been Butters' real child, he would have felt terrible for giving her all of the health problems. But the doll wasn't a real child, so Butters could think her small size was cute. Butters had put the doll in the floor to see if she would crawl.

"I-I think Aran is around 6 months old. S-she's small for that age, b-but that's part of her condition." Aran's mechanical arms and legs had started to move. She crawled in a zig-zag motion and almost tipped over a few times. "H-her clumsiness is also part of FAS."

Butters pulled his laptop to the floor with him so he could be closer to the baby in case she hurt herself... or did something that would hurt a real baby. Kenny had been sitting on Butters' bed. He slumped down next to the other blonde.

"She has fas because you got drunk when you were pregnant? Butters is a naughty boy." Kenny drawled. Instead of saying each letter, he pronounced FAS as if it were a word.

"A-aw hamburgers, K-Kenny. I-I wasn't pregnant!" Butters rubbed his knuckles together. Kenny was sitting too close to Butters. It was distracting him from his research.

Kenny pulled his hood down. He leaned closer to the smaller blonde and swept his lips across Butters'. "You know, you smell really good..."

Butters jumped away from Kenny. "W-w-what...?"

"You took away my cigarette. I had to keep my mouth occupied somehow." Kenny scooted closer to Butters again and rubbed his nose on Butters' neck. "So good."

"Butters? What is this!" Linda Stotch was at Butters' door with a couple glasses of milk and a tray of cookies.

"M-mom! I-it's not... puh-please don't ground me." Tears welled up in Butters' eyes. His mom dropped the tray she was carrying.

"I think you need to leave now, Mr. McCormick!" Linda screeched at Kenny. She grabbed him by his parka. She locked Butters into his room before dragging Kenny downstairs and out of the house.

Butters let his tears fall. "B-but... I wanted m-milk and cookies."

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"Dude, do you smell that?" Token looked up from his computer. Clyde was playing with the baby in Token's huge room.

Oh no. What if that stuff Bebe had given him hadn't worked? Play it cool, Clyde. Play it cool.

"Nope, but my allergies have been acting up. Maybe it's the baby." Clyde lay the baby down and pulled the extra diaper from the baby bag. These babies were high-tech enough, he didn't doubt if they had a function specifically to abuse the humans' olfactory glands.

"Huh." Token went back to browsing the internet.

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"Craig and Tweek's baby is either addicted to heroin or caffeine. It seems to have some kind of withdrawal symptoms, and it's tired a lot. Theirs was the only one I couldn't really figure out," Kyle said from his desk. Stan was sprawled out on Kyle's bed reading Pride and Prejudice; the baby doll was curled up beside him. Sleep mode had been activated.

"Uh-huh. I don't understand what Darcy sees in Elizabeth. She's so mean to him."

"Darcy wasn't exactly friendly to Elizabeth either, you know." Kyle stretched and went to sit on the bed. He always helped Stan with his literature classes. Stan's current teacher liked classic literature more than anything. That meant no sci-fi or fantasy. Those had always been Stan's favorite.

"But he's a guy. Guys have to act cool around girls or the girls won't like them!" At least Stan was getting into Pride and Prejudice.

"Because you're the expert on girls..." Kyle rolled his eyes. He picked up the novel he was assigned to read: Lolita. Kyle was taking a concurrent course called Russian Literature. The books were in English; they were interesting; and he was getting college credit. It was a triple win.

"I know more about them than you. You've never had a girlfriend." Stan didn't look up from his reading.

"So what. I never said I had some bullshit theory on girls. I could care less about most of them." Kyle leaned back on the bed and across Stan's calves. He faced the ceiling. That was the closest he had come to telling Stan he had never had any real romantic interest in girls... or other guys. Just Stan. Always Stan. Stan?
Stan shifted his weight and pulled his legs from under Kyle. He rotated his and the doll's bodies until his face was a few inches away from Kyle's.

"What is that smell?" Stan's voice had gotten husky. Suddenly, Kyle became self-conscious. Stan could smell his stench! Dude, fucking gross. He probably only made himself believe Bebe's deodorant had worked.

Stan rested his head against Kyle's chest and fell asleep. Kyle's breathing hitched. He choked on air. He forced himself to calm down by slowly inhaling and exhaling. Stan had always been a touchy person. This shouldn't get him worked up. Kyle fell asleep with a grin on his face.