College Days (A South Park Style Fanfic)

Stan Is The Man (Smut)

"STAN! STAN! STAN! STAN!"

A group of guys chanted the name of the birthday boy, who at the moment was being held upside down by Clyde and Tolkien while funneling from a keg.

Thank the heavens he already had a tame birthday dinner with his family whenever he visited them. But back at the school, he was going to be royally fucked.

He was finally set down and fighting the urge to throw up. He was still being cheered on, focusing mostly on the music in the back.

Blind by Korn was playing, which made Stan feel like he was about to be introduced into the WWE. He slowly got up in time with the song, giving everyone a strange look. Kenny was trying hard not to laugh because he knew this was one of Stan's favorite songs.

"ARE YOU REEAADDYY?" Stan growled as best as could before stomping the ground. He head butted like he wasn't just about to throw up.

Everyone bursted into laughter, especially with Kenny joined Stan's small mosh pit.

Kyle rolled his eyes with a small chuckle escaping him. He watched Stan make a fool out of himself with Kenny. They pretended it was a deadly mosh pit, swinging their arms and kicking the air. The guys literally had to back up from the stupid antics.

"TIMMAY!" Timmy shouted, moving his wheel chair in circles to join the mosh.

Cartman fell against the wall from laughing, as fucked up as it was. He wiped away a tear from his eye while coughing.

Butters was jumping in the air, because it really wasn't his type of music. That never stopped him from doing anything with the guys anyway.

Stan's birthday was more special this year since he spent a night in jail instead of Kenny, for once. They all pitched in to rent a VIP booth at a nearby club. So other than a requested couple rock songs, soon they had to switch back to a pop/trap mix for when it gets busier.

And it did.

The boys were on the floor crossfaded out of their mind. Kenny may have slipped Stan some adderall as his birthday present, so you already know it was cut to make sure there were less risks.

Kyle really wanted to be with Stan. He had two presents for him, one that needed to get started right now.

Record Scratch
The Way I Are - Timbaland

Tolkien and Clyde were heard screaming from far, a song the boys agreed they wanted to dance to high off their balls.

Stan laughed, grooving off his own mind as everything kicked in. He felt fucking amazing.

As the song went on, the guys were all taking selfies. Some smothered in glow in the dark paint, some with glow sticks, and all but Butters under the influence.

Of drugs at least, Butters was pretty drunk.

Every time someone posted, it was met with the best reactions. It looked like true blast, seeing Stan smile bigger than he ever has in years. It was a documented journey of idiots celebrating a special day; Stan Marsh's birthday.

And soon enough, the DJ mixed a transition so smoothly into another Timbaland classic; Give It To Me.

The guys split up to find any companion to get grinded on. Stan stared at Kyle with a devious smirk. Kyle tilted his head up, returning a grin as his response.

They slowly made their way to each other with the tempo and rhythm of the song. Kyle managed a leg between Stan's, making him blush weakly.

"If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Wanna see you work your body
(So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)"