South Park Cartman Novels & Stories

Colt POV The SUV hasn’t stopped for hours but it finally does. A opens the back gate and he smiles at us both, “Anyone need a potty break?” He asks in baby talk. I stop my eyes from rolling and 2010 nods, “I do, sir.” A nods and 2010 comes closer to him and he unlocks his collar.

Always with a cold voice. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Good Morning." I heard from behind me making me turn to Carton. "Good Morning–" I paused waiting for him to fill in his name. "Carter." "Carter!" I exclaimed with a smile. Instead of saying something, he moved his eyes off me and looked behind me. "Go." I watched Carter bow before he turned around and walked away leaving behind soft footsteps. "He's getting dumber by the minute." I heard Maverick mutter and I tilted my head.

That's when it's war. That's exactly what Carter, the leader of Austin's gang did. Carter is Austin's 24 year old brother and much like us, Austin is far from being a 17 year old. He was 20 years old and after school he turned in to a little man whore thirsty for sex and money. last year Carter sent a bomb to our gang members who were in Mexico at the time, Carter wanted to take over our gang and obviously, that wasn't about to happen. So here we are now. Waiting for our opportunity To demolish Carters gang and that began by getting to what he loves the most, his brother.

Normally, I wouldn’t even remember my previous address. “Why do you ask?” he taunted. I was going to break his nose, too, and that was going to be a shame because he was the guy who stitched people up usually. “Why are you not fucking answering?” I raised my voice. Carter was a Savage, but he wasn’t a savage, if you catch my drift. He was a badass, sure, but not as aggressive and nasty as Derek and I were, unless you really pissed him off. But make no mistakes. He was the quiet sociopath who was more dangerous than all of us combined.

Carter was being so patient with me, he really was the sweetest mate, he never rushed me, or made things on his advantage. I loved being treated like this but I miss his spunky acting when showing he cares about me, Carter wasn’t shy to demonstrate he loved me but being respectful also meant he wouldn’t do a trampoline move again which really did bum me out.

But this time, I noticed things I didn't notice before on him. His sweatpants were low on his waist, his cut abs and massive chest on display. The fucker was built like a tank, his cum gutters looking so deep and pronounced. My nipples harden under my robe, pussy already tingling. Yeah, I was a sucker for a sexy male anatomy, especially from good looking men who looked like they could bench press me and hold me down as they hammered into my pussy. Unfortunately, Carter looked like that. I cleared my throat, bringing out my charm that worked on men. It works perfectly for Carter's dad, Braun, maybe it'll work for his son.

“Sure. You got a beer?” “Yeah.” He said, then fetched me one from the bar. “Come, I'll introduce you.” He said. “This is Xander, our goalie.” “We've met," I said, shaking Xander’s hand, whom all of a sudden seemed meeker. “That's Dan, our LD.” Dan waved. I couldn't explain it, but Dan was the only one that seemed to stand tall around Carter. “Hey,” he waved. “That's peanuts.” The peanut was the tallest of them all. But somehow he looked small next to Carter.

I walked him down the short hallway toward the front door, my socks sliding quietly on the linoleum. "Thanks for the burgers," I said, leaning against the wall while he unlocked the latch. "And... thanks for not making things super weird when Shawn showed up." "Yeah, well," Carter said, pulling the heavy door open just a few inches. The chilly air from the hallway came slipping right in. "Shawn's an idiot." He stopped with his hand resting on the metal doorknob and turned back to look down at me. The annoying, cocky smirk he always wore was completely gone. His face was just calm, his dark eyes looking right into mine under the yellow hallway light.

“Oh, I’m just here to let everyone know that Fox Wilder—their fearless leader—is a faggot. And not just that. You’ve been shacking up with your nerd roommate. What’s his name again? Cameron?” The room buzzes with murmurs, but I don’t hear them. My vision narrows, my chest heaving as anger consumes me. “You think this is a joke?” I say, my voice sharp and cutting. Carter exhales a puff of smoke, shrugging nonchalantly. “What’s the big deal? You’re the one who decided to shack up with—what was it you called him the first time? Oh, yeah—a faggot.” The word hits like a punch to the gut, but the fury that rises in me eclipses everything else.