Eric Theodore Cartman Novels & Stories

To be honest, they had been there before with thoughts of Larry. That brought a moment of silence, then we all laughed. Eric was about five feet nine inches tall with strait blond hair, brown eyes, and a dark tan like Larry. Unlike Larry, he's muscular, but rail thin with each muscle on his frame standing out proudly. His eyes are his outstanding feature, though they always remind me of a content cat, confident and penetrating, brown and slightly slanted. His shoulders were muscled and smooth, his chest well-defined. I could see the wheels turning after he laughed. I could also see the bulge in his trunks. I have to admit, I took a couple short breaths myself. "That's a good idea," Eric said

Their friendship was bonded in mutual humiliation. The spot-light fell on Derek's inappropriate behavior for obvious reasons, but Robert had been equally ashamed. The donkey sized penis and the bestiality had fucked up his mind. It was so wrong to have gotten excited ,and worse, he wanted to know how it felt, but only really twisted people let dogs lick their balls while they masturbated. Carmen's voice jerked him out of the past and back to the parking lot. “It's about time,” he said. She was walking with Eric, one of the Troubling Quads. "Where are the other 3 troublers ?" he asked Erica

Not now. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I forced myself to look again. He reached out, not to Victoria, but to a particularly plump, deep-red tomato. He picked it up, turning it over in his hand, his expression thoughtful. It was a small gesture, mundane, yet it was a glimpse of the Earnest I knew. The one who appreciated the simple things, the quality, the artistry of nature.