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Author's Note: Due to the unexpected response to the first one, I have made for you a sequel. That's right, you get to find out how far our favorite couple as gone from where we left off. I have an idea for a third but it's still just that, an idea. Don't get your hopes up, that way you won't be disappointed. So, without further ado, enjoy.

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There were few things that Craig deemed sexy in his life.

One of the things that he did consider sexy was having Kyle Broflovski sitting on his lap, taking his impressive-sized cock up his ass, and doing it all while still in school.

In fact, that was precisely what he was doing, in the school restroom, during the end of lunch. They had had time for a quickie and Kyle, surprisingly, had a humungous appetite for sex.

If some one had told him a month ago that Kyle Broflovski, the know-it-all brainiac Jew of South Park High School was a nymphomaniac, he would have laughed his ass off and asked for another. Now, though, it was all part of the charm that was this vertically challenged Jew and plus, it made him even more sexy when he talked dirty, especially now.

“Fuck!” Kyle groaned into his chest as Craig released a load up his ass. “Moses! I never get tired of that.”

Craig chuckled. “I feel that you still have a problem ‘down there.’ Want me to fix it for you?”

“Please,” Kyle begged and Craig needed no more persuasion as he gave the Jew a quick handjob.

Spent and almost out of time, the two horny teenagers fixed themselves up as much as possible as the larger of the two remained sitting on a toilet in one of the stalls, the smaller still in his lap. Getting up off of Craig, Kyle inserted an anal plug to “keep Craig’s jizz from leaking” as Kyle put it. It was just another thing that made Craig just want to jump him again and fuck him into next week again.

“Can I come over after school?” Kyle asked as he zipped up his pants.

“Have I ever said no?” he teased, getting up off his porcelain throne and pulling his own pants back up.

“Well, I really need a place to stay,” the Jew continued. “Parents are heading out of town for a bit and I got them to agree to let me stay in South Park as long as I stayed with a friend.”

“Why not stay with Stan?” Craig asked, curious.

“Do you really need to ask?” Kyle deadpanned. “I haven’t talked to that asshole since you popped my cherry. Besides, you’re the first person I’ve asked.”

Now that made a warm and fuzzy feeling well up inside the taller teen. So what if it was just something as unimportant as being asked to let a friend stay over, at least he was the first choice and not the second. HA! Take that Stan Marsh! His answer was yes but he wanted to have a little fun first with the hopeful Jew.

Taking a mock-thinking pose, he said aloud, “Hmm, I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”

“Weeell…” Kyle drawled as he leaned up onto his toes so that he could whisper into Craig’s ear. However, Craig had to lean down so that this feat could be accomplished, not that he minded since it brought him closer to Kyle. “I was thinking about letting you tie me down to your bed again and letting you have your way with me again,” he breathed into his ear. At just that suggestion, Craig’s arousal returned with a vengeance.

“Of course you can stay,” he said back.

“Thanks,” Kyle said, winking at him.

“We’re still on for that bondage thing, right?”

“I was going to let you do that anyway.”

Damn it, there were times when he loved that freaky little Jew and this was one of those times. Hearing the bell ring, signaling that lunch was over, he chastely kissed Kyle on the lips.

---

It was the third to last period when Kyle was intercepted by one of his old friends.

Fortunately for him, it was Kenny McCormick and not Stan or that asshole Cartman. The school’s famous, or infamous, playboy manwhore was smiling cheekily at him as he leaned against the lockers right next to Kyle’s.

“Hey Kenny,” Kyle greeted as he opened his locker to get the things he need for his next class.

“I heard something interesting in the bathroom today,” Kenny said nonchalantly.

“Don’t you always hear something interesting in the bathroom everyday?” Kyle replied, raising an eyebrow.

Kenny laughed. “Touché. However, I do believe that this time I wasn’t imagining things. In fact, I could’ve sworn that I heard you in one of the bathroom stalls fucking your brains out. So who’s the lucky girl, eh?”

Well, he was partially correct. He would just have to remedy that since he didn’t have the heart to try and deny it to Kenny, the sex fiend himself, who would know he was lying his ass off.

“It wasn’t a girl Kenny,” he stated, a smile growing on his face, “and I was more like getting my brains fucked out instead of doing the fucking, if you know what I mean.”

Kenny sputtered before laughing aloud, slapping a hand on his knee. “Wow!” he gasped. “I didn’t know you had it in ya! So you play for the other team, huh? Nothing wrong with that. So how do you like it?”

“Well, let’s just say that I understand why you’re so obsessed with it,” Kyle answered, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “In fact, I can’t wait until next time.”

“Amen to that!” Kenny agreed cheerfully. “That Craig is sure one lucky guy, isn’t he?”

Kyle blinked stupidly as he absorbed that piece of information. “How did you know…?”

“Besides the fact that you hang out with him all the time and don’t talk to us anymore, just call it a hunch.” Kenny shrugged.

Kyle looked down in shame. Kenny did have a point there; he had been ignoring them ever since he got together with Craig. But he had his reasons. He had found that he actually had more to talk about with Craig than he ever did with the others. All Stan wanted to talk about was Wendy and anything associated with her. Cartman just wanted to bait him and piss him off. Kenny, well, enough said about him since this conversation he was having with him covered almost all the topics he ever discussed. Craig was interested in what he had to say and also had some insights that Kyle never had dreamed possible.

It was weird, like Twilight Zone weird.

Then there was the sex…

Yeah, it had started just as fuck buddies, the only thing the two teens having in common was just the physical act of sex. Now, somehow, it had escalated. They weren’t just fuck buddies anymore, at least that was how Kyle saw it before proposing they upgrade their status to boyfriends and then proceeding to give Craig a mind-blowing night of sex as a reward for his agreement.

“Sorry,” he apologized guiltily.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Kenny said. “I guess you could say I understand why you don’t want to be hanging with the others. Stan’s been pissier lately and Cartman is acting more like a fat two-year old. Plus Craig is quite good in the sack.”

Kyle blinked again.

“Who do you think taught him how to do that trick with his tongue?” Kenny teased. “It was just a one night stand, that’s all.”

“You…didn’t give him anything…did you?” Kyle asked warily.

“Clean as a whistle,” Kenny told him truthfully, understanding the STD reference. He may have been a sex addict but he chose his partners carefully, making sure that he too didn’t get any unexpected gifts that kept on giving.

“I guess I could forgive you two then,” Kyle said, more relaxed. “That trick with the tongue is more than enough.”

“That it is!” Kenny agreed, laughing.

“Wish I could stay but class awaits,” Kyle said. “I’ll be sure to keep in touch though.”

“You do that,” Kenny told him. “If you don’t, I’ll hunt you down.”

“Gotcha.”

As the two friends separated, neither was aware that someone else had been watching them.

Someone with narrow blue eyes…

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The second to last period had just finished and Kyle was back at his locker, exchanging books and materials, getting ready for the final period. Thank God it was Friday. That meant he could stay up all night with Craig and do many kinky things…

Oh crap, he forgot something and what do you know, he had already closed his locker while fantasizing about what Craig was planning to do to him. Great, he was going to have to open it again…

Without warning as he leaned in to get a look at his combination lock, a fist impacted the locker right next to him, scaring the shit out of him. Spinning around, he found himself staring straight at an enraged Stan whose broad shoulders were trembling with what looked like to be suppressed rage.

“What. The. Fuck.” The quarterback growled, blue eyes blazing in fury.

Needless to say, Kyle was confused. “Stan? What are you…?”

“Of all the assholes, you had to pick Craig?” the taller teen demanded. “Motherfucking Craig?! That second place loser?!”

Now Kyle’s eyes narrowed, his anger beginning to stir. “Second place, huh?”

“You hardly know the guy!” Stan continued, oblivious to the ever growing danger before him. “You spend all your time with him and haven’t said a word to any of us, your real friends!”

“Cartman’s my friend?” Kyle said sarcastically.

Stan however plowed ahead, not hearing a word the Jew said. “And I’m your best friend Kyle! Have you forgotten that or something?”

“No,” Kyle deadpanned, “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Then why haven’t you said anything to me lately?” Stan demanded. “Is it because of Craig?”

“No,” Kyle answered. “The reason I haven’t spoken to you is because you ditched me at that party, remember? Besides, at least Craig has something different to talk about than what he did with Wendy, which is something I don’t find interesting at all.”

“Fuck you dude! What do you have against Wendy anyway?!”

“Figure it out yourself. I don’t have to hear you talk about her again. Now excuse me, I have class.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Stan growled. “Not until you stop acting like a gay pussy and break it off with Craig.”

“Oh, now I can’t see him anymore huh?” Kyle hissed back, releasing the leash he had on his short temper. “Well that’s fine and dandy for you but what do you want me to do, blindfold myself? Fuck you Marsh, at least Craig doesn’t forget that I’m standing right next to him when a certain bitch enters the room. At least he takes time out his day just to ask if I’m doing fine. At least he has more things interesting to talk about and understands what things are like for me, unlike a certain emo quarterback standing in front of me!”

At this point, the two had attracted the attention of the nearby students who were edging closer to the scene of the verbal fight. Though not unheard of, an argument between the two super best friends Stan and Kyle were always explosive and entertaining.

“Fuck you Jew!” Stan snarled.

“Oh, is that the best you can come up with?” Kyle challenged. “I’ve heard better from Cartman and he uses the same stuff over and over again.”

Not wanting to hear another word of this, Kyle then did the one thing he knew would cut this argument short. He fisted his hand and delivered a punch straight into Stan’s hard stomach. He internally winced as he pulled his fist back. He had momentarily forgotten that Stan worked out more than he did and thus had a harder stomach that was one hundred percent muscle. However, Stan’s eyes were bulging slightly and it wasn’t from anger, he could tell you that.

Finally succumbing, Stan exhaled a large gasp of air and fell to his knees, his arms cradling his gut protectively. Flexing his fingers, Kyle stepped back, glaring down at the quarterback before turning his gaze towards the spectators that were still gathered around them. Like the sea parting for Moses, the fellow students parted for him, giving him the path he needed to get to class.

From without, he was glaring, but from within he was giddy. Stan had forgotten that while he and most of the others had stopped with their self-defense classes, he, Kyle, hadn’t, retaining a strong punch along with some other strikes. Hey, he needed the extra protection since he just happened to be one of the smallest people in a school full of big and tall teens. It was a jungle out there and he wasn’t willing to become another faceless victim of a high school chic.

He had to admit, though, that he enjoyed bringing Stan to his knees like that. He put quite a bit of his anger into that punch. Sure, it might be the thing that severed their relationship but with the way Stan had been treating him, their friendship was close to becoming a rotting corpse anyway. Why try continuing to resuscitate something that was practically dead already?

He’d still have to talk with Craig about it; get his opinion on it and whatnot. Knowing Craig, he’d get praise for what he did and that gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

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Craig was frowning a bit during the last period. He had been hearing rumors that Kyle and Stan had just gotten into a fight during the passing period, one that had left the prized quarterback on his knees and the brainiac Jew walking away unscathed.

Now what could have possibly happened to have started a fight between those two anyway? Cartman’s name was not mentioned anywhere so that fat asshole wasn’t responsible for goading the two into a fight like that time in the eight grade.

As the bell rang, signaling that school was over for the day, Craig’s frown turned upside down as he recalled all the things that he and his boyfriend were going to be doing over the weekend. He was getting hard just thinking about it! However, first thing was first, he needed to collect Kyle first so the perverted grin needed to disappear ASAP. He waited outside the main entrance of the school where said Jew always left, twirling his carkeys on a finger and whistling tune that he heard last week but couldn’t remember where from.

Glancing back towards the doors, the river of students continuing to poor out, he large smile spread across his face as he caught sight of Kyle, the Jew catching sight of him seconds later.

“Ready?” he asked, stopping himself from spinning his keys around his finger.

“More than ready,” Kyle answered, a small smile of his own coming out.

“Well, well, well, if ah hadn’t’a seen mahself…well, ah always knew yous was a fag, Jewspawn.”

The bright face of the Jew immediately darkened and the shorter boy spun around to face the fatass himself, Eric Cartman.

“What do you want, fatass!” Kyle hissed. Craig also glared at the fat boy, pissed that Cartman had single-handedly stolen his Kyle’s attention.

“Oh, is it a crime if I just wanted ta check up on my best friend, Kahl?” Cartman taunted, his unique accent and dialect coloring his voice. “You did just get in a fight with Stan, didn’t ya?”

“So it’s true,” Craig murmured, Kyle being the only other person who heard him. The little Jew’s body was tense and quivering with anger. Craig was sure it was only a matter of time until Kyle exploded and attacked Cartman.

Cartman, however, was still larger, not just in girth but in height as well. Thoughts of the fatass pounding Kyle into the ground played through his mind like a slideshow and he refused for that to happen. He and Kyle had made plans and he would be damned if they were spoiled in anyway by this fat fuck.

“Leave us alone asshole,” Craig snarled, raising a middle finger.

“Ooh, ah so scared!” Cartman teased. “A middle finger! Ah think I’m just gonna run away to mah mom! Yeah right! Ha ha ha!”

Though he interacted little with the asshole, Craig knew why it was that Kyle wanted to beat the son of a bitch up. However, he was currently prevented Kyle from doing such a thing as he used both his arms to hold Kyle back from the fat bastard.

“Ooh! Ooh! Isn’t that cute?” Cartman continued to taunt. “The fags are getting all lovey dovey! Give him a kiss from me Craig!”

Despite the fact that Kyle was close to foaming at the mouth, Craig had begun to take steps away from the school, having no choice but to get into close proximity with Cartman. However, as he passed the laughing fatass, a cruel gleam appeared in Craig’s eye and as if reminiscent of Kyle and Stan before him, he plunged his fist into Cartman’s gut. It seemed like all those years working out and playing football came in handy. Cartman was heaving, his arms barely reaching the area where Craig had punched him.

Let it not be said that Craig did not defend his Jew.

“Why don’t you go fuck your mom?” Craig sneered as he continued with carrying Kyle off to his car, ignoring the sputtering that came forth from Cartman.

“Oh yeah? Well…fuck you too Craig! Ah, God, it hurts! Screw you…Ah ma going home…”

---

“I coulda handled it,” Kyle sulked as he crossed his arms, sitting in the passenger’s seat of Craig’s car.

“I’m sure you could’ve,” Craig replied as he started his car. “But that’s suppose to be my job now.”

Kyle frowned. “Since when?” he demanded.

“Since I stuck my dick up your ass,” he replied as he faced the ticked off Jew.

Kyle blinked, not knowing what to say to that.

Smiling, Craig leaned over and kissed him chastely. “So, to you’re house?” he asked as he pulled back and put his car into reverse.

“My house?” Kyle asked.

“To get your stuff,” Craig reminded him.

Clicking, Kyle answered, “Yeah. Alright. My house. Sure.”

As Craig drove out of the school parking lot, Kyle caught sight of Kenny, the blond giving him a thumbs up and grinning perversely. That was the last thing the poor teen would do as one of the school buses pulled out and ran him over, his blood splattering everywhere.

Lowering the car window down, Kyle stuck his head out and cried, “You bastard!” at the bus driver, much to Craig’s confusion.

---

No matter how many times he found himself in Kyle’s room he just had trouble believing how messy the place was. It was like being in any normal teenager’s room. He had always had the perception that Kyle was a neat freak and even as he dated him, his mind still couldn’t wrap around it, even as Kyle was going through his things picking out what he was going to be taking over to his house.

So, in order to distract himself from having a mental breakdown, he grabbed a hold of the first thought that came to him, unbidden, spoke it aloud.

“You fought with Stan today,” he stated, internally wincing at his choice of topic.

If Kyle showed any sign of being affected negatively by his question, he didn’t show it. “Yeah, I kinda did,” he admitted, sounding a bit sheepish.

“Why?” Craig asked.

“It was over you,” Kyle told him, much to his surprise. “Stan was pissed off that he heard you and me were together, somehow, and he told me to stop seeing you. I couldn’t let that one go, not without a fight. That’s all.”

That comfortable fuzzy feeling that he had been getting a lot lately returned. Hearing about Kyle sticking up for him and all, it just made him feel all warm inside.

“I take it you won?” he asked.

“You bet your ass I did,” Kyle said to him, his voice proud. “There’s no way I’m going to let that ass boss me around like the old days. Those days are long gone.”

“Come over here,” he demanded as he grabbed a hold of Kyle as the Jew was passing by him. Sitting Kyle in his lap, he rubbed his face into the redhead’s hair, absorbing the sweet nectar of Kyle scent. “Mmm,” he purred. “Have I got plans for you tonight, kosher boi.”

Kyle shuddered in his grasp. “Then let me finish packing,” he breathed.

“You have no idea of the things I’m going to do to you tonight,” Craig said, his voice muffled.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Kyle told him, melting into his embrace.

---

The use of a blindfold was a kink that Kyle could never get enough of. Combine that with being tied spread-eagle to Craig’s bed and put at the mercy of the larger teen, it was a wet dream come to life. It was the unpredictability that Craig often did while the Jew was defenseless, Kyle never knowing what the dominant teen was going to do next but always enjoying whatever was dished out to him.

That was the current situation he was in. He was blindfolded, he was tied down spread-eagle to Craig’s bed, he had a vibrator stuck up his ass and set on a low setting, he had a cockring constraining his dick, and Craig was next to him, at least he thought Craig was, teasing him with some sort of feather and driving the redheaded Jew to the brink of insanity and back. He could feel his muscles quivering in the wake of the feather’s feather light touch, no pun intended, and he was growing more and more desperate for human contact.

And that was precisely what Craig was denying him.

“Craig, please,” he whined as he squirmed in his bindings. He needed to cum oh so badly…

“Please?” he heard Craig purr teasingly. “Please what, kosher boi? What is it that you want?”

“Touch me,” he begged. “Fuck me, make me come, just do something, anything!”

“Anything, huh?”

As ominous as those words were, Kyle didn’t care at this point. He had more pressing issues, one of which involved his denied orgasm that he so desperately craved.

He felt the vibrator suddenly increase its vibrations as the setting was increased. It was good, oh so good, but it wasn’t quite what Kyle was looking for.

“Craig!” he cried out. “Stupid fucker! That’s not what I meant!”

“But you said ‘anything,’ remember?” he heard Craig taunt. “Next time, be more specific, and also, I wouldn’t yell at me if I were you. I could just leave you here and eat a sandwich, you know?”

“Don’t do that!” Kyle pleaded as he paused to let a moan escape him. “Please don’t leave me, please! I need to cum so badly…please let me cum…please…”

“I don’t know if I should. You called me stupid.”

Kyle could cry, this wasn’t funny anymore. “It huts…” he begged. “It hurts so bad… Please, Craig, please…”

A moment of pleasurable agony passed before he felt the restraint on his cock vanished, soon followed by a warm hand that only had to pump a few times before Kyle ejaculated, finally reaching his denied climax.

Between pants and gasps, Kyle managed to ask, “How long?”

“Almost two hours,” he heard Craig report back. “You broke your last record by a couple minutes this time.”

Kyle found that he couldn’t say anything to that. He was spent, tired, but he did have enough energy to jerk his arms to tell Craig to release him, which the larger teen did. Coming down from his high, he was able to ask, “What about you?”

“What about me?” Craig replied.

Gesturing with one of his now freed hands to Craig’s hardened length, the dick just beginning for some sort of attention, he gave the larger teen a questioning look, his green eyes boring into him. “Would you like me to take care of it?”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Craig said as he laid down on the bed next to Kyle, pillowing his head with a hand, his other arm wrapping around Kyle’s shoulders. “What do you have in mind, kosher boi?”

“Let me surprise you,” Kyle grinned at him and peck Craig on the lips. He rolled his body onto of his boyfriend’s and sat up, easily straddling Craig’s hips.

“You know, from this angle you look especially sexy,” Craig commented, waggling his eyebrows. “So what are you going to do?”

His grin turning into a smirk, Kyle lifted himself up and took hold of Craig’s dick, his ass just hovering over the swollen length and desiring to devour it up. His eyes boring straight into Craig’s, Kyle simply let himself plop down onto Craig, Craig’s cock sliding straight up into him. Impaled on the organ, Kyle threw his head back and cried out, letting himself sit there and adjust to the sudden intrusion. He heard Craig gasp in surprise, not just from his sudden action but also from being quickly engulfed into him.

After taking in deep breaths to calm himself down, the Jew began to pick himself up, Craig’s dick slowly sliding out. As soon as Kyle felt Craig’s head reach his loose opening, he slammed back down, taking Craig back into him and feeling the surge of pleasure that always came whenever his prostrate was struck.

“Oh Kyle!” Craig moan and tried to sit up only to be pushed back down by Kyle as the Jew quickened his pace, riding the dark haired teen with ever increasing fervor.

Kyle whispered words to himself, a garble of gibberish that not even he could understand but said them anyway since they seemed to be the right thing to say currently. He doubted Craig could hear him but he knew by experience alone that Craig enjoyed seeing him move his mouth as if he were saying something. According to Craig, it made him, Kyle, look sexy and made him, Craig, want to fuck him harder and faster.

And who was he to argue with that?

He pumped his newly hardened length, urging his body to release just one more load, for old times’ sake. Craig held him by his hips, keeping him balanced as he continued to ride him. With a particularly tight squeeze, Kyle cried out again as he came into his hand. He heard Craig swear beneath him and soon felt the liquid heat of his cum shoot up into his ass.

Riding out the orgasm, Kyle picked himself up, Craig’s rapidly shrinking cock sliding out with a plopping sound, and allowed himself to fall down onto Craig.

Chuckling, Craig commented, “That’s some surprise. Maybe I should let you top more often.”

“If I recall correctly, I was still taking it up the ass,” Kyle retorted.

“You know you love it,” Craig teased as he pecked the Jew on his forehead.

“You’re right about that,” Kyle sighed as he snuggled further into the larger teen.

Lost in the euphoric feelings that always lingered after a bout of sex, the previous events of the day meant nothing. Stan, Cartman, Kenny getting killed again, none of it held any meaning as long as he lay where he was, in the bed of the school’s residential asshole who just so happened to be protective of those he considered close. Of course, he would have to deal with the issues again when they came back up come Monday. What was he to do about Stan? That was the only thing that really bugged him seeing as Kenny had no problem with him and Cartman was just, well, Cartman. This thing was not going to just go away like many things in this redneck hick town did.

But none of that mattered now as he felt Craig’s arms around him, keeping him safe even as he couldn’t muster anymore energy to stay away.

And that was the way he liked it.
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