(Adult Content Warning)
Craig's POV
It's the same old, same old. Every single day with Tweek. The same kisses, the same hugs. Ever since fourth grade, and ever since Sophomore year, it's been the same sex.
I want something different, something new. Would kissing feel the same on another boy as it does on Tweek? Of course I know I'm completely gay at this point. I know kissing a girl will just bore the hell out of me.
All I know is that I'm craving something new. The lips of someone else. Is that such a bad thing to want? Is it a bad thing to be bored by your lov-boyfriend's kisses? Or just him in general?
That's all that got me here drinking whiskey at Stan's. He's got a party here tonight for some reason. Maybe it's because his parents went to New York and Shelly went away to college, so he's got it all to himself. He invited both Tweek and I, but Tweek had to stay with his parents at work. Which I'm thankful for. If he was here Stan and I wouldn't be rubbing against each other as a form of dancing to a shitty song that's playing.
I never expected Clyde to be a good Dj, but he's fucking awesome. He should do this as a profession. I don't know if that's me or the alcohol talking. I'm only slightly tipsy, and that's how I plan to stay. I don't want a hangover that kills my brain.
I can blame it on the alcohol when I force myself up to kiss Stan, and I guess he can also blame it when he kisses back.
His kisses are different. They feel... better. He's at an 'off' moment with Wendy. They've been on and off since fourth grade. The same year I got with Tweek.
His kisses seem a bit more desperate. They seem inviting. He wants this just as much as I do. When we part our foreheads press together. God this man is absolutely stunning.
"Shall we?" He motions upstairs
I blush lightly, but it turns into a smirk "We shall." Will sex feel different? Perhaps... better?
He leads me upstairs and into his room. He's the host of this party... what if someone comes looking? Oh that's the least of my worries. Our lips are pushed together once again. This time, he's on top of me, and we're on his bed. I guess he's gonna top over me. That's already new. I'm used to being top, Tweek thinks it's 'too much pressure'. Fuckin hell.
His hips firmly grind into mine. Oh god that feels so much better. I don't know why... I should be guilty. I'm cheating on my boyfriend, but I'm not guilty at all. I just feel... well right now, a building satisfaction. Overall, it feels right, it's more than the spaz offers me.
He continues grinding and I let out moans as he does, I didn't think I'd ever like being a bottom, but here I am. He nibbles at my earlobe, unzipping my jacket and opening it before sliding his hand up my shirt, I let out a low groan in his ear.
"Oh god Craig" He moans through his teeth.
I move to his jacket, unbuttoning it and throwing it over his shoulders. He finishes the job for me before getting up and removing his shirt with it, he begins removing his jeans, I'd assume he wants me to do the same thing, I'll leave my jeans on. I'm uncomfortably hard and they aren't helping, but I'll be a little tease. I stare at the bulge in Stan's boxers, am I ready for this? He smirks but it dies down as he holds up a finger, Putting on a robe and going across the hall.
I use this time to remove my remaining clothes, giving him something to see when he comes back. Though the rush of 'someone could walk in' gets to me, so I put my lower half under his blanket, making sure my erection is visible through the blanket.
Stan returns with a bottle of lube, seeing me in the state I'm in causes him to smirk "Well well well..." he starts, his hand goes to my chest and glides down to my lower half. He slips his hand under the blanket and the moment he does I feel him tap it, this touch causes me to moan and arch my back. I didn't know I could be this sensitive to someone else's touch.
He removes the robe, and puts the lube on his bedside table. He throws the blanket off me, and takes off his boxers. I bite my lip as I look at his size. That's going to fit in me?!
I suppose he can detect my worry, as he straddles me "don't worry, pumpkin, I'll go easy on you." Why did he call me that? How drunk is he? I really don't want to deal with his shit tomorrow if he doesn't remember.
"It's just so... big..." I sound astonished, he's been given a gift from god with that thing.
He looks accomplished, proud of his size. I'm not exactly small either but I'm not as big as him. He leans down to plant another kiss on my lips. I whimper, I'm feeling impatient. I groan and shift around a bit.
"Is something wrong?" Stan asks
"Y-Yeah... your cock isn't inside me..." I let out another moan, I might cum early... I can't do that to him... how does he do this to me? It took me too long to cum with Tweek, and here I am, about to finish before we even get started with the good stuff.
His worried face falls into a smirk, I can see the mischievous look he's wearing as he grinds his hips into mine once again.
"Oh! Stan!" I moan out.
