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Craig walked over to where Kenny was sitting in the cafeteria and plopped his lunch tray down across from the other boy. He stared up at Kenny with an intense expression, causing the blond to raise his eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" Kenny asked.
Craig huffed, exasperated. "Yeah, I need to know how you—"
"Lu lu lu I've got some apples~" Butters sat down next to Kenny with a tray full of food.
Kenny noticeably lit up when the other blond sat down. Though whether it was because of the blond himself or the food he was casually stealing from the other boy's tray, Craig wasn't sure. 'Probably both'
"Heya Craig! What brings you here?" Butters asked cheerfully, starting to eat the food on his tray as well.
Craig felt more apprehensive then than he had before. Asking Kenny was one thing, but doing so with the other blond listening in? Well…
"I want to talk to you, Kenny. Alone if you don't mind."
But Kenny seemed to have no intent on moving. He continued to steal food from Butters' tray. "Ehhh, I don't really feel like moving right now. Anything you can say to me you can say to him too."
Craig took a deep sigh, weighing his options. He'd been trying to get a hold of Kenny for a while but the other boy seemed to have been particularly busy and this was the last Friday before the weekend before Valentine's Day, by which afterwards it would be too late. He and Tweek had a sleepover scheduled for that weekend. "OK fine, I need your advice on convincing Tweek to have sex," Craig said, the last part muffled and rushed out to a point that was unintelligible.
"Sorry? I couldn't make out that last part," Kenny said.
"He said he needed advice on convincing Tweek to have sex," Butters responded as he poked his juice box with a straw. Years of being around Kenny had given him an amazing ability to understand muffled speech.
"Yo Craig is that true?" Kenny cracked a grin. "You guys have been together since 4th grade and you still haven't done it?"
"Of course not," Craig scoffed. "We've done it plenty of times, it's just that…"
"Why'd you stop?" Kenny asked.
"Look, it feels weird talking about all this with… him around," Craig said, jabbing his thumb in Butters' direction.
Kenny let out a snort. "Oh please, Butters? He's probably the horniest motherfucker in this whole school."
"Yeah, I'm sure he is." Craig rolled his eyes.
"Nah, I'm serious," Kenny insisted. "He's a totally different person when we get alone behind closed doors. I mean, just yesterday, he slammed me into the wall, pulled down my pants and procceded to jam his huge co—"
"OK, OK!" Craig interrupted, throwing up his hands in Kenny's face, turning redder than the apples.
Butters gets the conversation back on track. "Well aren't you and Tweek hanging out this weekend? Why don't you just tell him how you feel? I mean when I tell Kenny that I want to fuck his throat until he chokes, he usually lets me—"
Craig had made the mistake of taking a bite of pizza and was flailing around as Butters' statement made it go down the wrong pipe. He slammed his chest with the side of his fist repeatedly to clear his throat.
Kenny snickered. "Told ya." He took Butters' juice box and drank from it before sliding it back to Butters who didn't hesitate to drink the remaining juice from the same straw. "But seriously, just tell him. Heck, show him if you have to. Guy's probably just nervous about something for whatever reason.
"Yeah! You're pretty great at figuring Tweek out, Craig. I'm sure you'll figure it out."
Craig blinked at the couple, feeling like he was suffering whiplash from how fast the two went from horny back to normal. "Yeah, OK."
With that, Craig stood up and left the table, feeling done with lunch for the day, despite how much was still left on his plate. He wasn't new to dealing with people too horny for their own good. He was friends with Clyde after all. But Butters took it to a whole new level that. A glance back at the blonds' table shows that he left at the right time, as one of Butters' hands had disappeared into Kenny's pants.
Craig met up with Tweek at his locker after their last class of the school week. Though he was careful not to startle the other boy, the twitchy blond still jumped when he noticed that Craig was next to him. Though a soft smile replaced his startled expression when he realized who it was.
"Oh h-hey Craig."
"Hey Tweek, we still on for this weekend?"
The twitchy blonde nodded.
"Awesome," Craig said in his nasally voice, feeling a lot more enthusiastic than his deadpan tone let on.
"C-Cool," Tweek said, still smiling.
Craig held his gloved hand out, which Tweek took, and together they headed to Craig's car. When he got his license, both his parents and Tweek's had pooled their funds to buy Craig a car, leaving Craig as the designated driver between the two of them for obvious reasons. Once they got home, they immediately made their way to Craig's room, with Craig barely throwing a hi his mother's way. Tweek, at least, stopped to give a "Hi, Mrs. Tucker," before following Craig into his room before Laura could return either boy's greeting.
Craig loaded up the latest Call of Duty on his Playstation while Tweek booted it up on his computer. They logged on to the online lobby and booted up the group chat to see if anyone else was online. It seemed that despite it being Valentine's Day weekend, most of them were still online. Though Kenny and Butters were very noticeably together in an unfamiliar house that looked much cleaner than Kenny's, aside from the piss stains on the mattress behind them.
The boys played for a few hours and bags of nachos slowly started to build up on the floor. Before they knew it, it was night time and the others were starting to log off for the night. Craig's phone buzzes with a text notification
Laura: I'm going to work for the night, don't stay up too long
Craig doesn't respond and leaves it marked unread. He turns to Tweek. "That was my mom. She's gone for the night, we've got the whole house to ourselves now."
The atmosphere shifts with Craig's announcement. And he felt himself start to get hard despite nothing actually having happened yet. "Hey Tweek, can I talk to you about something?"
"S-Sure Craig." Tweek's mind raced. What could his boyfriend possibly want to talk about? 'Maybe he's been replaced by aliens and he's gonna abduct me now! Or maybe he's a government agent and he's here to eliminate me! Or maybe…he wants to break up with me?' The last thought left him feeling dejected.
"It's about my blue balls," Craig said, snapping Tweek out of his paranoia induced musings.
Tweek's eyes widened. "Your w-what?!"
Craig took off his pants, blatantly revealing a blue and white thong that barely hid his hard-on. "We haven't fucked in forever and my balls are aching," Craig deadpanned.
"GAH! I'm sorry!" Tweek fell out of the computer chair and started crawling backwards. But he didn't make it far before backing his way into the bed. He could feel his own cock start to strain his pants and tried to hide the bulge that was showing up even in his loose fitting pants. He looked back up and gulped, Craig was approaching him and there was nowhere else he could think of to go. He was trapped. He gulped at the look in Craig eyes as the boy got up and close to him. He panics when Craig reaches for his shirt and starts tugging it off. He struggles a little, futilely, as Craig takes his shirt off. When Craig goes for his pants, he starts to wriggle around and writhe, trying to escape Craig's grip. "AH! Craig, w-wait! I haven't showered t-this week!" he protested, but that does little to deter Craig. Craig finally managed to take off his pants with a big yank, leaving Tweek in his far too tight Red Racer themed briefs, which Craig had bought for him two Christmases ago.
Craig's eyes widened as he saw the massive outline Tweek's cock made in his briefs. 'Holy shit, Tweek's huge.' He saw the mushroom tip poking out of one of the legholes and started to drool. 'Oh fuck,' Craig thought, he could've sworn he felt his asshole twitch. A definite first for him. 'I have got to get that thing inside of me.'
"OK Tweek, here's the deal, you're gonna top tonight."
"What?!!" Tweek shrieked.
Craig winced, grateful that neither his parents nor Tricia were around that night. Instead of answering Tweek, he pulled down the front waistband of Tweek's briefs with one hand while fishing out Tweek's sizable meat with the other. "Damn babe, did you have a growth spurt or something?" Craig asked while slowly stroking up and down the shaft. It was slick with sweat and Craig couldn't resist the urge to lick it off his hand. He shuddered, his own cock jumping in its flimsy confinement. 'He tastes sooooooo good.' "OK Tweek, new plan, you're gonna pound my throat and then you'll pound my ass." Craig continued to stroke Tweek.
Tweek whimpered as Craig stroked his cock. His boyfriend was right, it had been a while since they'd done anything together. They didn't even get to do anything together on Christmas, his parents had decided that they wanted to take a family winter vacation during the holiday break. The last time they had probably done anything together was last summer. His cock was especially sensitive to Craig's touch now and it started to leak precum within seconds.
Craig bent down and swiped his tongue across the tip, moaning at the taste of Tweek's precum. He bent his head down lower, to the base of the side of Tweek's dick and pressed his face against the sweat soaked member and took a deep whiff. His cock jumped again, this time spurting out a healthy dollop of precum into his thong. He shoved his other hand in his thong and jerked his cock as the smell of his musky boyfriend filled his nostrils. 'He even smells amazing. I wonder if I could convince him to go a week without showering more often.' Craig stuck his tongue out and gave licks to the side of Tweek's musky cock, the taste of musk and sweat even better than the precum from earlier. He licked with more earnest, licking as much surface area of Tweek's shaft as possible without moving his face, except to trying and press it even more against Tweek's cock.
Craig took his hand out of his thong and fumbled as he tried to remove the thong itself, though without the benefit of sight or a clear mind, it took him a few tries before he was able to slide it down his legs a little. He continued to lick that surface of Tweek's cock in between moans until he could no longer taste the other boy's sweat or musk, just his own spit. Craig pulled away from the cock, taking in his first breath of fresh air in minutes.
"AGH!" Tweek couldn't take it anymore. The licks against his cock weren't enough, but having those taken away for just a few seconds was already too much for him. "Too much pressure!"
"Tweek? Are you O—"
Tweek interrupted Craig. In one smooth movement faster than a slightly dazed Craig could detect, he locked his hands behind Craig's head and yanked it down onto his cock.
Craig tried to pull back up, not having had taken in enough air when he was up. But Tweek's grip wouldn't budge and only forced him down slightly further on his cock when countering Craig's resistance. With that not working, Craig tried tapping on Tweek's legs, but this failed to get Tweek's attention. With those options exhausted and him quickly running out of air, Craig did the only thing he had left and tried to breathe through his nose. His cock spurt out precum again as his nose was hit with a blast of Tweek's week old musk.
Just when he started to get used to having Tweek's cock in his mouth, the pressure on the back of his head finally relented and he felt his head get pulled off of Tweek's cock.
"GAH! S-Sorry Craig. I didn't realize you were having trouble breathing. This is why I didn't want to do this. What if I hurt—" Tweek cut himself off with a moan as he felt that warm wet heat around his cock again. Craig had once again taken his cock in his mouth. He tried to pull Craig off of his cock but Craig shook his head and tried to take him in deeper. Tweek curled his toes from the sensations from his cock. His shaking hands hovered above Craig's head, fighting the urge to grab Craig's head and slam it down again, not wanting to hurt his boyfriend.
As if sensing this, Craig pulled up off his cock and stared at Tweek.
"AGH! What?!"
"I told you to take this thing," Craig took Tweek's long musky member and lightly slapped his cheek with it, leaving a trail of precum between Tweek's cock and his face. "and pound my throat with it."
"But what if I—"
Craig rolled his eyes and silenced his rambling boyfriend with a kiss. Tweek melted into the kiss eagerly, pushing back against Craig's tongue with gusto. Despite initiating the kiss, Craig found himself being quickly dominated by Tweek's very enthusiastic tongue and moaned as Tweek's tongue licked around his mouth. His cock dribbled precum onto his carpet despite not touching it as he savored the kiss for a few seconds, before pulling away. "Babe, it's OK. You won't hurt me." He reached out and stroked Tweek's now pulsating cock. "I want this, OK? I wouldn't ask you for it otherwise."
Tweek nodded, still feeling apprehensive as Craig went back down on him, taking in 4 inches, just shy of half his cock. Despite Craig's reassurances, he still couldn't bring himself to do what the other boy had asked of him.
Craig rolled his eyes, exasperated. 'You really are too much of a sweetheart, babe.' He started to bob his head up and down, trying to entice his boyfriend that way. He felt Tweek's fingers in his hair and then felt them clench into fists as Tweek gripped his hair. Tweek was cracking, he could tell. He bobbed up once more and then decided to switch tactics and swirled his tongue around Tweek's musky mushroom head again. The grip in his hair tightened and before he knew it he was being tugged down further onto Tweek's cock. Craig hummed, pleased as Tweek started to get into it. He bobbed up again to lick the cockhead but Tweek yanked him down, forcing him to take 6 inches this time, further than before.
Craig's eyes watered as Tweek's cock triggered his gag reflex. He tried to breathe through his nose again but found it more difficult with his gagging. He got a brief reprieve when Tweek tugged his head back up a couple inches, only for him to slam it back down onto his cock, forcing him to take another half inch. As he gagged and struggled to breath, his cock had gone from dribbling to oozing precum onto his carpet, forming a shallow puddle. He tried to relax his throat, but it was hard with the way Tweek was jerking his head up and down.
Tweek panted heavily as Craig went up and down his cock. He felt Craig's gag reflex against the tip of his cock and felt tempted to stop, but remembered what Craig said. The way his boyfriend's gagging felt around his cockhead sent shudders up his body and he wanted more. He pushed down on Craig's hair with even more force, forcing another 2 inches in his mouth, wanting to feel the tip of his cock scratch the back of Craig's throat.
"GAH!" With a loud shriek, Tweek pushed Craig down against, forcing him to take in the remaining two inches of his cock.
Craig shuddered, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head as his face was firmly pressed against Tweek's small patch of yellow pubes. His cock erupted, spitting onto the carpet, the first time he had cum in weeks. He moaned as he was hit point blank with the strongest musk yet, from Tweek's pubes.
"AAAAGH!" Tweek moaned out, the feeling of Craig's moaning around his cock sent him over the edge. He pumped Craig's mouth full of cum, having a lot due to the fact that he also hadn't cum for a while. Tweek rode out his climax for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of finally getting off for the first time in what felt like forever. He then realized that he hadn't heard from Craig in a while "AAH!" and panicked, remembering that he had been keeping Craig on his cock all that time. He yanked Craig's head off his cock. "C-Craig? Are you alright?!"
Craig's only response was a dazed moan, causing Tweek to let out a sigh of relief. 'At least he didn't pass out.'
Craig's face was shiny from sweat after being forced into Tweek's sweaty pubes for a few minutes. His cock was still dribbling precum, despite his earlier climax, into a puddle of the cum from before. He gave a weak thumbs up as he started to breathe normally again. "Fuuuuuuuck, that was amaaaaaazing babe. I'm sooooooo happy," Craig droned out.
"R-Really?" Tweek asked, shocked.
"You're such a goooooood top. I can't believe we never tried it this way before."
"Well, T-Thanks Craig," Tweek stuttered out. But his words fell on deaf ears. His boyfriend had passed out, for real this time. "AHH! He real—"
Tweek's panic was interupted by a small snore. "Oh, he just fell asleep," Tweek whispered.
Craig's head fell onto Tweek's lap and his chest rose and fell with every steady breath he took. Tweek let out a sigh. Despite the scares he had earlier, right then, he felt truly relaxed for the first time in weeks. Craig always had that affect on him. Craig would pretty much always fall asleep before Tweek, as the blond was always hopped up on coffee. It had become a sort of hobby of his to watch Craig sleep. The tranquility of the other boy's rest had a soothing effect on Tweek. Tweek picked Craig up and plopped him down on the bed. Good thing the noiret was a heavy sleeper, because Tweek didn't really have it in him to be all that delicate and gentle with his movements. He got into bed after Craig, snuggled up to him, and closed his eyes, hoping to at least get some sleep that night.