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Second Best

If there was one constant in all of Craig’s life, it was that he was always in second.

It didn’t matter how long he was in first or how good he was at something; when it came down to the finale, he was never on top. It wouldn’t have really bothered him if it happened every once in a while but every fucking time?! It was more than irritating at this point in his life and nowhere was it really, really a bitch like it was in football.

He was always second and Stan “Pretty Boy” Marsh was always the best. Whenever people talked about the football team, it was always what Stan fucking did and never about him, Craig. He devoted half of his school life to that fucking school team, putting in his blood and sweat, working out with weights until he couldn’t move anymore, becoming so dirty during practice that he had to take two fucking showers just to get even marginally clean.

And what did Stan do? Oh nothing much, just throw a ball around the field and he’s the MVP!

If he could, he would have blamed his habit of flicking people off all the time on the guy but, unfortunately, that had started up long before he had even met the guy, much less started going to school even.

But that’s not where it ended, nooooo… Even though he had friends who were considered the “rival” group of Stan’s, they were considered second, always in the background, never sharing any, if at all, of the fantastic adventures that Stan and his friends did.

And of course, there was the matter of Wendy Testaburger. It wasn’t as if he liked the girl or anything. To tell the truth, he hated her guts. The only reason why she was just another point on his impossibly long list of why he hated Stan, it was because he only wanted her to piss Stan off. Just look at him: he was tall, handsome, black haired and blue eyed, perfect teeth, stronger than even Eric Cartman, the fat fuck, had a deep voice that was no longer nasally and drove all the girls crazy. Yet, it was that emo-pussy that that bitch chose instead.

Then again, Stan was pretty easy to walk over and Wendy did that all the time. But, just like a cocker spaniel, Stan kept on coming back for more. At least he, Craig, was smart enough to stay away from the dominatrix bitch like a Ginger kid avoiding sunlight because everybody knows that Gingers are allergic to sunlight.

However, that wasn’t all. He wasn’t just second best to Stanley fucking Marsh. There was his so-called “best friend” Clyde Donovan. That fucker was getting laid practically every single night while he, Craig, hadn’t gotten any in a long, long time. And why was this you might ask? It was because of that stupid fucking list the girls made in the fourth grade that declared Clyde as the cutest boy in school.

As if that was suppose to fucking mean anything in high school!

But nooooo… As with everything in Craig’s life, even that was screwed up and lets not get into the other things that pissed him off. You’d be here forever.

And they wonder why he had a short temper.

Then again, it wasn’t like he met any girls that he actually liked. To tell the truth, most of his sexual experience had been with other guys. It was mostly done with Tweek Tweak and he made absolutely sure that the caffeine addict knew exactly where they stood. Otherwise, he was a free man that nobody seemed to want because he was always second fucking best.

Sigh…well now that that was all out of the way, lets get to the present. Presently, he was at a party that somebody whose name he didn’t know was throwing and he was in the mood to get heavily, heavily drunk. However, he just wasn’t in the mindset to do just that. Maybe it was because he showed up “fashionably late” and was met up with the sight of heavily, heavily drunk classmate tearing the place apart. Yeah, he had a couple drinks, but he had a high tolerance for the stuff. It was going to take a lot more than what he had already drunk to get him intoxicated.

So what was there to do around a shithole like this place? Lets see; over there was Kenny McCormick and he had apparently given up on Butters and gone for the next best thing: two, no wait, three girls and was leading them to a bedroom. Eh, like he cared. It was already accepted that Kenny was a perverted manwhore ever since he had been arrested in New York for prostitution just by giving Howard Stern a blowjob on over the radio for ten lousy bucks.

What else was there? Well, there was Token hitting on Bebe, trying to get her in the sack while she was drooling over Clyde, hoping to get another pair of free shoes. Tweek…best not talk about Tweek. Cartman was being Cartman only drunk and making an incredible asshole out of himself again. Craig contemplated whether or not to get involved and beat the living shit out of the fatest fuck in South Park just to relieve a little of the stress that he had.

He decided not to since he wasn’t in the mood for a fight.

Now, over there was Stan and Wendy, Wendy forcing Stan to dance with her and Stan dancing badly in a poor attempt to impress her. When will that guy ever learn?

Hmm, somebody was missing, besides Kenny, Craig could feel it.

There! He couldn’t believe he had missed him! An island of sobriety in a sea of intoxication: Kyle Broflovski, the smartest fucking Jew in all of South Park. Well, maybe it wasn’t fair to say that since Kyle’s family was the only Jewish family in this hick town. What was perhaps odd about this was that Kyle was at a party. Everybody knew that Sheila Broflovski was the bitchiest bitch there ever was, trying to control virtually every aspect of Kyle’s life. He felt sorry for the guy some times, no really he did. Still, as the school’s residential asshole, he couldn’t let that one get out.

Kyle didn’t particularly look happy being in a place like this and Craig noticed that every once in a while, he would shoot a dark look at everybody’s favorite couple. Huh, now what were those for? Not like it mattered to him.

This party was going nowhere and practically everybody was shitfaced. He might as well get the hell out of here while he still could and give his friends shit about it tomorrow while they were recovering from hangovers.

Huh, looks like he wasn’t the only person having the same thought. Apparently, Kyle finally became disgusted enough to ditch and was on his way to the front door, no mercy given to the poor fools that got in his way. Looks like the little Jew had a temper.

Little was not far from the truth. In fact, it was dead-on. While everybody shot up like weeds, Kyle’s growth stunted. Even Tweek, who drank more than enough caffeine to stunt his own growth, was taller than him. It was a sore spot for the Jew but despite looking frail, he had a mean right hook…and a left jab…and an uppercut…hell, he was the best fighter in all the school, where he hid his strength was anybody’s guess. To tell the truth, it kinda made him hot.

What was he doing again? Oh yeah, he was getting out of here as well. That was a good idea, no a brilliant one. His leaving went unnoticed as he exited the warmth of the house and entered the cold air of the good ol’ outdoors, or in this case the shitty outdoors.

To tell the truth, he actually enjoyed the feeling of the cold air as he took in a deep breath; it worked to relieve him of the stuffiness that had inhabited his lungs from staying inside that poor excuse for a frat party. Fuck, it wasn’t even midnight. What the hell was wrong with this picture? Fuck!

“God damnit!”

Yeah, that was his sentiments exactly. Wait, that didn’t sound like his voice.

“Son of a bitch! Cocksucking assfucker!”

Okay, that definitely wasn’t him. Well, if it wasn’t him and since he was alone, then who the fuck was it? It couldn’t have been Jesus and he knew that for a fact. He had the guy as a next door neighbor for a few years when he was in elementary school.

So okay, who was it then? Was it…could it be…no, it wasn’t possible...why would God swear by his own name?

“Why the hell did I even agree?! Such a fucking…! Wait till I get my hands on that rat asshole!”

Wait, that voice sounded familiar. He had heard that voice before, in the same tone no less. There was only one person that he knew, hell, all of South Park knew who it was and was so used to hearing it late at night that everybody in the damn town could sleep through it.

And there that person was, screaming and kicking and just plain abusing a poor defenseless tree was the possessor of the angry, swearing voice.

Kyle Broflovski.

And damn, he was pissed. Craig felt sorry for the poor schmuck that the Jew’s wrath would undoubtedly be visited upon. Most likely Stan. Yeah, he did not feel sorry for that pussy jock.

But still, that tree was close to Craig’s house and it would be a bitch to get to sleep with all that racket out. Guess like he was going to have to brave the storm that was Hurricane Kyle. Damn Stan and whatever he did to piss the Jew off.

Swallowing whatever doubt that he might have in his body, he called out, “You mind keeping it down? Some of us like to get sleep this time of night.”

The furious Jew spun around, his emerald eyes blazing. From where he stood, Craig had to admit that it looked like they were glowing with all the anger that was in that skinny body. Had he not been as big and his body not as built as it was, he would have been shaking in his boots. Hell, he might be doing it right not because the piss was practically scared out of him the moment Kyle’s eyes laid on him.

However, the Jew didn’t do as Craig feared, instead, it seemed as if Kyle managed to gain some sort of tenuous control over his temper. However, that didn’t keep the venom that came out as Kyle spat out, “Well excuse me! Some of us don’t happen to have perfect fucking lives, thank you very much!”

What. The. Hell.

Now Craig’s temper reared its head. “What the fuck do you mean by that?!” he snarled, his hand automatically flipping the bird.

Kyle blinked, as if suddenly realizing what was going on, before bowing his head in embarrassment and blushing slightly. Even in his anger, Craig had to admit that the blush made the little Jew cute.

“Sorry about that,” Kyle said sheepishly. “Kinda forgot where I was and who I was mad at.”

What could he say, at least he apologized. Not many people did that to Craig but still, he had a little frustration left over. “Who were you mad at?” he asked, lowering his offending middle finger.

“Actually, I’m still mad at him,” Kyle admitted. “Stan begged me to come to that dumbass party and I agreed just this morning. He said that we were going to hang out but when he came to my door, he had that bitch with him and ended up ignoring me all night. Again. I should’ve known this was going to happen but…”

“Yeah, I get ya,” Craig said, relaxing. “Same thing kinda happened to me except my friends just stayed their asshole selves. I just decided to fuck it and get the hell out of there.”

Kyle smiled shyly up at him. “Ya gonna do anything else tonight?”

That caught Craig by surprise. “Why?”

“I was wondering since we got nothing else to do that maybe we could…I don’t know…hang out?”

As if this wasn’t a night for surprises. Kyle Broflovski, the person everybody felt sorry for because his life was controlled by his mother, wanted to hang out with him, Craig, the second best at everything.

“Don’t you have a curfew or something?”

Kyle sighed forlornly. “Yeah, I do, it’s just that…it’s just…”

Craig smirked. “You want to break the rules for once, right?”

“Yes!” Kyle exclaimed. “I’m so sick and tired of having my mother dictate every fucking thing I do. I just want to do something…different, something…”

“Bad?” Craig asked, knowing the answer by now.

“How do you know all this?” Kyle wondered.

“Clichés,” Craig replied. “See them on TV all the time.”

“Oh, okay,” Kyle said. “So, does this mean you aren’t…?”

“Don’t have anything better to do,” Craig shrugged. “C’mon. What do you feel like doing?”

“I guess I’ll just follow your lead,” Kyle spoke, clearly out of his happy place.

“It’s fucking cold out here,” Craig grumbled. “You can stay the night at my house if you want.”

“If that’s what you want to do,” Kyle said, obviously disappointed.

Even though he caught the tone, he pretended that he didn’t notice it. He didn’t know this guy really well, so didn’t have a clue that of what he would be interested in. Getting into his house was simple, his bedroom being the immediate next stop. Kyle looked interested as he looked around his room while he flopped himself onto his bed.

“It’s very…clean,” Kyle said lamely.

“What, you expected something else?” Craig asked bemusedly.

“Kinda,” Kyle answered before immediately shutting his mouth in shame.

“Well, what did you expect?” he asked, enjoying the Jew’s flustering.

“Well, I thought it would be messier than this,” Kyle slowly answered. “You know, dirty laundry, maybe some weights and sweaty gym socks.”

“Like Stan?” he asked casually.

“Well…yeah…” Kyle admitted.

“Don’t ever compare me to that asswipe again,” Craig snapped at him.

Kyle frowned.

“What?” Craig demanded, becoming annoyed.

“I don’t understand,” Kyle said. “Why don’t you like Stan?”

“Why?” Craig exclaimed. “Why?! Because he’s always better than me, that’s why! Ever since the third grade, he always had to be on top, have all the cool adventures, be the best at every single fucking sport, and get all the girls to pay attention to him when they aren’t falling over themselves trying to suck up to Clyde! It’s always been Stan. Stan, Stan! Is it too much to ask for for just some recognition?! Huh! Is it?!”

Kyle blinked. “Wow,” he managed. “I didn’t know that.”

“Why would you?” Craig snapped bitterly. “At least you are the smartest guy in school.”

“Like I want that,” Kyle replied dryly. “Don’t you think that I wanted to be like everybody else? Do you think that I really liked being forced to do well in school? You think you have it tough? At least people respect you. To them, at least you’re somebody. I’m the guy that everybody ignores, especially on Christmas. Do you know what it’s like to be abandoned at the same time every fucking year? I’ll tell you what it’s like. It sucks.

“Besides, if I am valedictorian, Wendy will shoot me into the sun or something like that. The bitch even got Stan to try and pressure me into letting her have the top grades. Then there’s my mother pressuring me to have the top grades. It sucks!”

Craig blinked. Slowly, a smile spread on his lips. “I think I get it.”

“Get what?” Kyle demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re stuck in his shadow too, aren’t you?” Craig continued. “You’re stuck in Stan’s shadow. It’s always Stan and Kyle and never Kyle and Stan.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Kyle snapped.

“You’re just like me, you know? Second best. Always. We’ll always be second to somebody else, whether we want to or not, no matter what,” he explained.

“Oh? What makes you say that?” Kyle asked, more curious than angry now.

“Wendy always has to have the better grades and Stan always has to be the best at football. We’re always stuck having to be the back-up or some sick shit like that.”

“That’s not true!” Kyle argued. “I could be the best if I wanted to.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

“Um…well…I’m…”

“Short? A momma’s boy? Too much of a pussy to stand up for yourself?” Craig suggested.

“Now that’s going over the line,” Kyle interrupted.

“Maybe, but that doesn’t make it not true,” Craig shrugged.

Turning around in a huff, Kyle proceeded to ignore him while continuing his exploration of his room. Craig just continued to lay back on his bed, giddy that he had managed to win at something, even though nobody would know about it.

“What the fuck?!”

Snapping his head up, he looked at Kyle questioning.

The Jew in question proceeded to show him what had caused his outburst. “What the hell is this?”

“Oh, that’s just a sex toy. A vibrator from the looks of it,” he replied casually, lying back on his bed once more.

“Question. Why do you have a thing like this in your closet?” Kyle demanded.

“Well, I use it during sex,” Craig explained to the Jew as if speaking to a small child. “It makes it kinkier.”

“And why would you want to make…sex kinkier?” Kyle asked, truly curious.

“Well, it does get boring doing the same thing over and over again,” Craig replied dryly. “Plus, I don’t just use it during sex.”

“You don’t?”

“Yeah, I also use that stuff when I’m jacking off.”

“Too much information!” Kyle cried, dropping the toy and covering his ears.

“Hey, you wanted to know,” Craig shrugged, not in the least bit sorry.

Kyle had to admit that Craig was right, he had asked. Looking back at the toy speculatively, he asked, “How do you use it?”

Craig looked at Kyle dumbly. “Did you just…?”

“Yeah…”

Craig studied the Jew silently before a smile spread across his face. “Would you like me to use it on you?”

Instead of jerking back, Kyle actually thought about it before answering unsurely, “I don’t know…”

“Why don’t you try it?” Craig asked. “Who knows? You might like it.”

“I don’t think…”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you to try new things?”

“I don’t think she had this in mind when she said it,” Kyle snarked. “But okay. Fine. Show me how you use it.”

Smirking, Craig got off his bed and stood up, closing the distance between him and the smaller Jew. “Well, first thing is first,” he began. “First, you gotta get into the mood or you won’t go nowhere.” He placed his hands of Kyle’s shoulders, his fingers rubbing small circles of the teen’s back sensually.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Kyle cried, jumping away from Craig. “Dude! Are you getting gay on me or something?”

Blowing some air out, Craig bored his eyes into Kyle. “So what? You asked me how I use a vibrator, didn’t you? I’m just trying to show you how I do it by getting you into the mood, pussy.”

“But dude!” Kyle exclaimed.

“Christ already!” Craig swore. “This is just sex, you Heb!”

“But you’re a guy!”

“So? Sex is sex. Can you put your dick up a chick’s ass?”

“Well, I could, if I wanted to…”

“Then what difference does it make if it’s a guy’s ass? An ass is an ass already! Besides, you’re not the only person I’ve done this with?”

“What? Who?”

“Tweek. Mostly.”

“Dude!”

“Hey! It’s not like the rest of us get to go on some crazy-ass adventure like you guys do! Now do you want to do this or not? If not, then you can go the fuck home to your bitch of a mother.”

Kyle blinked at him, speechless. He was too stunned that his automatic denial that his mother was a bitch was not forthcoming. Wow, it seemed like he was angrier than he had thought.

“I-I didn’t know,” Kyle stuttered. “I never thought about it like that.”

“Fuck all that,” Craig said. “Do you want to go on or do you not? I don’t have all night you know.”

“Wait,” Kyle said. “I want to, I really do. It’s just that…”

“I’m not Stan?” Craig finished bitterly. “Don’t try and deny it. Everybody knows that you’re gay for Stan except Stan. Spare me the drama, please. If you want, you can pretend it’s him. Is that good enough for ya?”

“No, no,” Kyle said. “I can’t do that. I can’t lie to myself like that. It just…wouldn’t be right. Besides, he already has Wendy so what’s the point,” he added bitterly.

“So what’s stopping you?”

“Nothing, I guess.”

“Then just relax and let me handle everything,” Craig began to purr as he once against closed the distance between him and the Jew. This time, he placed his hands on the Jew’s waist, bringing Kyle in and up against his torso. “Now, are you okay with this?” he asked, referring to the hold he had him in.

“Yeah,” Kyle managed to answer, beginning to actually like where he was. Craig was so warm and firm and the way that those hands on him made him feel…safe. That was a weird feeling for Kyle, especially since he was with someone who he normally did not hang around with.

Daringly, Craig lowered his head slightly and pecked Kyle on his forehead. It seemed that this time, Kyle was willing himself not to overreact and push the taller teen away. This was a good thing in his eyes and he wasn’t about to let it escape him, not this time. Taking another chance, he kissed Kyle on the tip of his nose.

Kyle’s reaction surprised him. A small giggle had escaped the Jew, something that had been totally unexpected. Well, since it looked like he had Kyle in a good mood, let’s see how he would react to this…

That was when he kissed the Jew squarely on his lips. When he wasn’t pushed away, he escalated it, slipping his tongue into Kyle’s mouth and utterly dominating the other. Maybe it was because he was more practiced or maybe it was because Kyle was too inexperienced, but Craig felt a chill creep up his spine.

They were in that cliché where one person was dominant and well-versed and the other was submissive and trusting. Maybe that was it. Here he was, in a situation where he was the one in control, the one that knew what to do. He wasn’t going to be second.

With wandering hands, he began to loosen Kyle’s clothing, slipping one hand underneath to slide over the skin beneath. With Kyle’s neck more revealed, he trailed small butterfly kisses across Kyle’s jaw, making his way towards the neck and lavishing attention all over it.

Already, Kyle was panting and flushed. Craig couldn’t help but smirk. He had no idea how much else there was to do. That very knowledge made him giddy with excitement. He wanted so badly to fuck the Jew into the next century but he wanted to draw this out, enjoy every moment of this and imprint it into his memory permanently.

Kyle, by now, had his hands gripping Craig wherever they could find purchase, struggling to prevent the rest of the body they were attached to from falling to the ground. His chest was heaving with the unfamiliar sensations that had driven him thus far.

Craig then began to remove the trademark orange jacket that the Jewish teen was rarely seen without, the shirt beneath it soon following and thrown heedlessly away. With Kyle now half naked, Craig pulled away only long enough to take off his own jacket and shirt before initiating the skin-to-skin contact of their upper bodies, his hands going over all the skin they could of the small body in front of him. Kyle pressed himself into the quite strong and well-built torso that belonged to the larger teen, burying his head into the chest area.

Slowly, but surely, Craig began to move towards his bed, drawing Kyle along with him. Then without warning, he pushed Kyle onto the bed, quickly climbing on top of him and resuming their previous activity.

Kyle’s mind was overloaded and unable to process what was going on, resorting to just flowing with whatever was dished out to him. He couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying this, since he very so much so was. All he wanted was more of this, more of whatever Craig had to offer. Was this the greediness that Cartman was always accusing him of? Well, if it was then fuck Cartman! That fatass had no idea how good this felt.

Unobtrusively, Craig’s fingers had found and unbuttoned Kyle’s pants, currently unzipping them so as to have greater access to that region of Kyle’s body. His thumb caressed over the sizable tent that had sprung up throughout his ministrations and Craig took malicious satisfaction at feeling Kyle tense beneath him, gasping.

“Wh-what…?” Kyle attempted to say before Craig kissed him again, effectively silencing him.

“Ssh,” Craig breathed. “Just enjoy.”

Boldly, his had dived into the teen’s boxers and began to pump the penis that laid within. A load moan tore from Kyle’s mouth, the redheaded teen stuffing his fist into his mouth in order to muffled himself.

With his intimate knowledge, Craig made quick work of Kyle, soon having the Jew cry out and ejaculate into his hand. The moment the last drops of fluid left him, Kyle collapsed bonelessly on the bed under him, his eyes closed tightly and mouth wide open and taking in huge breaths of air.

Craig casually removed his semen covered hand and glance at it. As if seeing nothing special, he ignored the mess and got up, heading towards his closet. Coming back, he crouched down next to Kyle, who had yet to recover from his ordeal.

“Are you ready for me to show you how I use my toys now?” Craig asked teasingly.

Now having the power to say anything, yet not in the state of mind to actually be deciding something of this magnitude, Kyle nodded his head without a thought.

Grinning predatorily, Craig then began to take off the rest of Kyle’s clothes, doing his best not to used his semen-covered hand. After much hassle, he finally had the redhead completely naked, his body flushed, his penis flaccid, and all of him just begging to be taken advantage of.

And he would be damned if he didn’t do that.

Taking his semen-covered hand, he began to spread the fluid around on his fingers, slicking them up. Once that was done to his satisfaction, he set his sights upon Kyle’s rear entrance, eyeing the puckered mouth them critically.

Extending and curving his pointer finger, he began to tease the opening, beginning to prepare Kyle for penetration. Ever so carefully, he began to slip the finger into Kyle’s ass, relishing the tightness he felt around his small appendage.

“What are you doing?” Kyle asked, not only coming back down from his orgasm inspired high but also wondering if he had made a rash decision. He could have never imagined that Craig was going to be putting something up his ass. Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea.

“Just getting you ready,” Craig answered helpfully, his finger moving in and out of Kyle, loosening the anal muscles and resisting Kyle’s body’s attempts at pushing out the intruder.

“It doesn’t feel right, get it out,” Kyle said shakily, shutting his eyes tightly again.

“Take it like a man!” Craig challenged.

“Oh yeah, I feel like a man with some dude’s finger up my ass!” Kyle replied sarcastically.

For that, Craig pushed in a second finger, causing Kyle to yelp. Thrusting his fingers in and out, all the while ignoring Kyle’s protests, Craig began to scissor his fingers, loosening Kyle’s ass further. By now, Kyle was getting used to the intruders and began to relax and accept the invasion. It wasn’t too bad.

Then Craig added a third finger and Kyle felt as if he was being torn apart.

“Craig! Get them out!” he cried out, pain throbbing through his body from that single point.

Craig ignored him and continued to thrust his fingers in and out. Curving his fingers while they were still inside, he managed to hit a certain bump, causing Kyle to cry out but not in pain this time.

“Thought you might like that,” Craig commented as he continued to hit that certain spot again and again.

“Dear Moses!” Kyle swore, his panting returning again.

Taking the extra precaution, Craig added a fourth finger and continued to prepare Kyle, stretching him until he felt that he had done enough. Sure, it might have been a little too much, but hey, Kyle wasn’t complaining and he would need it for later.

Reaching under his bed, he searched for a little something, his hand burrowing under the mess he had there. Now where was it? Ah! There it was!

Pulling out a used tube of lubricant, he removed his fingers from Kyle, receiving a groan of protest. Picking up his vibrator, he squeezed the tube and spread the lube over the top half of the vibrator. Once it was done to his satisfaction, he then put it up against Kyle’s asshole and began to push it in. Kyle gasped again and his body tensed. Craig was fairly sure that the toy was slightly larger than four of his fingers but he wouldn’t know that since he only used three on himself.

With a press of a button, he activated the vibrator and Kyle went crazy.

He knew what it was that Kyle was feeling. He knew that someone was inexperienced as Kyle wouldn’t take to long in cumming. Watching Kyle become hard once again, he then used the other toy he had taken out of his closet: a cockring. With it fastened securely to the Jew’s dick, he sat back and waited smugly for Kyle to figure out that there was something not right.

It didn’t take too long.

“Craig? What did you do to me?”

Kyle was looking down in confusion at his dick, watching at how the organ stained.

“What does it look like?” Craig replied. “Just making sure you don’t cum to early.”

Kyle looked like he was going to deny the accusation but Craig had already taken the initiative, taking a hold of the vibrator’s base and began to move it, thrusting it in and out of Kyle.

“Oh God!” Kyle moaned instead, body quivering with the need to release, a need that was currently being denied him.

Craig alternated the speed of his thrusts. Sometimes it would be slow, others quick. It was always luck that he would hit Kyle’s prostate, sending the Jew into loud, pleasurable cries. Turned on more with each cry, Craig undid his pants and began to stroke himself, his eyes focused solely on the sight of the writhing Jew. He was getting nice and hard and he wanted nothing more than to replace that vibrator with himself and fuck Kyle senseless.

Then what the hell was he waiting for? Honestly!

With a plop, out came the vibrator, followed by a groan of disappointment.

“Please Craig,” Kyle begged. “Please…”

“Hold yer horses!” Craig said cheerfully as he stripped down to nothing. Kyle’s eyes widened at the sight of Craig’s cock, seeing for the first time how big it was not, just in length but in width as well.

Now this was where the fourth finger came in.

“What are you going to do with that?” Kyle gulped.

“I’m going to stick it up your ass, that’s what,” Craig told him truthfully as he sat down onto his bed and lifted Kyle up over his lap where his dick was pointing straight up, desiring to plunge into the heat that Kyle’s ass promised.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit!” Kyle protested.

“Only one way to find out,” Craig countered, thrusting up into Kyle just as he dropped the Jew onto him.

“AHH!” Kyle cried out in pain. Damn it all, Craig was too big! He felt as if he was going to explode.

Craig, however, didn’t hesitate. He began to buck his hips, thrusting in and out, bouncing Kyle in his lap all the while.

Kyle had no idea how long it took but he finally got used to the feeling of being filled. Craig felt like a hot iron rod that was constantly impaling him. He squeezed tighter around it, being rewarded by a “fuck” from Craig who upped his paced.

Craig hungrily kissed the Jewish teen, holding him tightly against his torso as he sought desperately to find his release. Absentmindedly, he removed the cockring that had up until now prevented Kyle from experiencing his second release for the night. Yet, for some reason, despite being freed of the restraint, Kyle did not cum. That was all right with Craig since it meant more time fucking the Jew’s brains out.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Kyle moaned, chanting the same two words over and over again as if they held some sort of salvation for him. “Oh God, Craig! I’m so close! So…close…”

Craig refrained from answering that, concentrating more on the current activity at hand.

When Kyle finally came, his anal muscles squeezed around Craig’s dick with all their might, becoming impossibly tight and sending Craig over the edge.

“Oh fuck,” he swore as he fell forward, taking Kyle with him. “Oh Jesus…”

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With a muffled groan, Craig reemerged from his slumber, feeling spent but entirely satisfied for some reason.

Realizing that he was in his bed with his dick still inside Kyle Broflovski answered all the questions he may have had about that.

“Morning,” Kyle whispered groggily.

As the previous night replayed through his mind, Craig smirked. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“Yeah, I did,” Kyle admitted, blushing cutely. “I…I think I could…get use to it…you know?”

“How do you mean?” Craig asked, puzzled.

“Never mind me,” Kyle said instead, blushing in embarrassment. “I’m just babbling, that’s all.”

“Huh. Well in that case, do you want to fuck again?”

“What?” Kyle nearly shrieked.

“A rain check maybe?”

“You think you could get your dick out of me, please?”

“Uh oh. Stuck. Sorry.”

“Damn it,” Kyle swore. “Oh well, I don’t feel like going anywhere anyways.”

“So what do you want to do now?” Craig asked.

“That’s a good question. I don’t know.”

“Want to be fuck buddies?”

“Huh? Why?”

“You’re better than Tweek,” Craig shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind another go or two with you. Whaddaya say?”

Kyle frowned in thought. “Well, I don’t think it’ll hurt. Just one thing though.”

“What?”

“You mind if I hang out with you? Just to get away from the others.”

“What makes you want to do that?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you some other day. But for now, you think we can get to your shower?”

“My shower? Why’d you want to go there?”

“I’m gonna get your dick out of me if it’s the last thing I do. After that, wanna come to my house and play video games?”

Blinking at the invitation, Craig answered. “Sure, I guess.”

“Thanks, you have no idea how much you’re helping me there.”

“Helping you?”

“What do you think my mom’s gonna do when I go home?”

“Oh fuck.”
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