I am juggling too many stories. I got another chapter of ET and ElectricHead in the works. The next ET chapter is practically done, and I'm having trouble with some of the ElectricHead stuff, due to a power outage and a big chunk of plot that I will never recover.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this!
South Park's Stress Reliever
Chapter 1: Stan Marsh
"God dammit Marsh," Craig shouted. "Put some pants on, we gotta get going!"
"Dude," Stan whined. He looked at his alarm clock. "How'd you get in my room?"
"Fatass showed me how," Craig said. "Apparently Kyle's not the only one he creeps on at night."
"Okay, but it's only 7:45." Stan held up his alarm clock and presented it to Craig.
"Did you adjust it for daylight savings time?"
"Oh shit." Stan gasped. Craig flashed his phone at Stan as he set his alarm clock. It was actually 8:30.
"Alright we gotta head over to my house." Craig said.
"Why can't we just do it here?"
"Cuz there's nobody to bother us at my house." Craig winked. Stan didn't like that. They were only working on a project for Economics class. It was to set up a financial plan for purchasing a new car.
"Why does that matter?"
"Cuz then we can have peace," Craig said. "If I see your bitch sister, I might just kick her ass." He shook his head as Shelly came to mind.
"Alright I get you." Stan said. He sat there in an awkward silence, waiting for Craig to leave the room, but it didn't happen.
"What?"
"Can you step out for a sec so I can put on some pants?" Stan asked.
"Why?" Craig raised an eyebrow. Stan's face grew red. "I've seen you in your underwear before dude, we're both guys here."
"Well about that..." Stan scratched his black locks. Craig's eyebrows shot up, and he smirked.
"You sleep naked too huh?" Craig chuckled.
"Y-yeah.." Stan said. "But only on hot nights, I only have one blanket, and it's a double layered comforter, so it gets really hot and-"
"Save it, I know why you do it and trust me, I get it."
"What?"
"I'll turn around, but I'm not leaving this room alone," He said, turning a 180, facing toward the window. Stan sat still, not sure what to do, as his pants were all the way on the other side of the room. "Well hurry up."
Stan gulped, and got out of bed, and quickly ran over his dresser, watching Craig the entire time. That was a bad idea, because he soon found himself falling face first into a pile of discarded clothes, having tripped on a shoe in his spint. Craig heard the crash and looked down at Stan's naked ass.
"Oh shit, you okay?" Craig walked over to Stan, pulling him up. Stan yelped adn covered himself like a girl. Craig took note of a red mark on his forehead, that would no-doubt bruise if not iced immediately. "Damn dude, I'll fetch you something."
Craig ran to the window, opening it. He grabbed a discarded shopping bag from Stan's overflowing garbage can near his computer. He scooped some snow from the window sill and dumped it in the bag. He went back over to Stan, who had managed to put on some boxers, but was now touching his bump, hissing in pain. Craig got down on his knees and approached him.
"That fuckin hurt." Stan hissed as Craig put the bag up to his bump.
"Hold that there," Craig said. He got up and searched around for an outfit for Stan. He settled on jeans and a sweater. He presented the selection to Stan, who nodded and began to dress. "Am I gonna have to carry you?" Craig joked.
"Nah, I'll make it if I don't have a concussion."
"Figured you'd be used to those huh."
"Fuck you too." Stan snickered. He got to his feet, and the two boys made their way to Craig's house.
Once they were in Craig's house, Craig grabbed Stan's shoulders, pulling the black-haired boy up to him in a reverse hug.
"Uhh Craig?"
"Yea?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm seducing you." Craig said, rubbing his fingers over Stan's clothed nipples, causing him to let out a sigh. Craig continued his stroking, until Stan pulled away.
"Dude..." Stan was breathing heavily. His forehead was definitely bruising now. Craig walked up to Stan and cupped his face in his hands. Craig could almost hear Stan's hear beating.
"Want me to kiss it better?" Craig asked. Stan gasped, and attempted to answer, but didn't get a chance to, as Craig planted a firm kiss on Stan's forhead. Stan was just a tad shorter than Craig, so the kiss didn't require any awkward movements. Stan just gulped and stepped back.
"Craig I..." He let out a shaky breath.
"It's okay babe," Craig stepped up to Stan, placing his hands on the noirett's hips, and pulling him closer. "You don't have to say a word." He then kissed Stan on the lips, sucking his bottom lip as Stan gasped in shock, before giving in to Craig's affection. Stan let Craig's tongue in his mouth, and soon they were tasting one another, their breaths intertwining. Craig broke the kiss, to a rather disappointed looking noirette, who was gasping for air.
"Craig..." Stan moaned. Craig smiled, and began to pull off Stan's sweatshirt, taking care not to come into contact with his bruise. He gave Stan's nipples attentive licks and strokes, turning Stan into a moaning mess. He then dove down to Stan's crotch and placed a hand on his growth.
"Am I turning you on?" Craig asked the black-haired boy, who nodded slowly. Craig took the initiative and unbuttoned Stan's pants, pulling them down to reveal his boxers, which were tenting severely. Craig solved this problem by removing them next, allowing Stan's cock to bounce free. Craig licked up the shaft and Stan gasped.
"Oh wow..." Stan moaned. Craig gave it another good lick, before taking it into his mouth. He went all the way down Stan's length, causing him to let out a loud moan as he took hold of Craig's head. "I wanna touch your hair..."
Craig removed his hat, allowing Stan to stroke his black locks gently as he sucked him off. Stan moaned and thrusted into Craig's mouth, increasing both the pace of said moans and thrusts. Craig moaned around Stan's girth, causing the other boy to bite his lip and moan his name.
"You like that?" Craig said, pulling off of Stan's member before taking it back in his mouth.
"Oh god yes..." Stan mewed, petting Craig's hair. The blue-gown boy then pulled off, leaving Stan a little disappointed. Craig then slid Stan's open pants all the way down.
The other boy stepped out of them almost instinctively, Craig appreciated this feat. Stan was usually a difficult one to woo, but today he seemed extra eager. Stan bent over Craig's living room couch, his ass sticking straight out at him.
"You sure do need this huh?" Craig said, undoing his pants, and removing them. Stan gave Craig an impatient look, coupled with a rather adorable blush.
"Just shut up," Stan breathed in. "Hurry up and start."
"With pleasure." Craig grinned as he positioned himself at Stan's entrance. The other boy groaned as he was entered. Craig took his time with Stan, staying still to let him adjust to his girth. He leant forward and licked Stan's ear.
"Oh jesus..." Stan sighed. Craig could feel him clench a little. "You can go now."
"Okay, tell me if I'm going too hard." Craig whispered into Stan's ear as he sped up. Stan bit his lip and let out a shaky moan as he clenched his fists on the couch. Craig stopped. "You okay?"
"It's just so good..." That was all the encouragement Craig needed. He resumed his fucking, as Stan moaned beneath him. "Oh god... yes.."
"You're so tight..." Craig noted as he struggled not to cum from said tightness. Out of all the people he's 'serviced', Stan was always the best fuck. Stan was the 'straight man', thus he only ever let Craig fuck him, thus leaving his hole nice and tight, and always willing, but only for Craig Tucker.
"Oh shit... oh..." Stan hummed as he penetrated over and over, with both of them growing closer. Craig couldn't take it any longer, as he hugged Stan's mid section.
"I'm cumming," Craig then reached around and began to jerk off Stan's dripping cock. "Let's cum together..." He then let it go as he unloaded into Stan, but he didn't slow down the masturbation of his lover. Within seconds, Stan was cumming all over Craig's couch. Craig pulled out and helped Stan onto the couch, where he all but collapsed.
Craig sighed, as he cleaned up the mess he didn't regret making. Granted, he hadn't expected to fuck Stan Marsh on his living room couch at 8:50 in the morning. Once he cleaned the mess, he opened his laptop and printed up his and Stan's finished projects. He usually didn't do this, but he liked Stan, and decided to cut him some slack, considering he'd just been fucked.
This was his hustle, he was the South Park stress reliever. He would meet up with stressed out classmates, and relieve that stress. Sometimes for a fee, sometimes just out of the kindness of his heart. This was a bit of a spur of the moment thing, but usually he was all business. Craig silently swore he would be professional next time. For now, he sat down on the couch beside a now passed out Stan Marsh, and put on Red Racer as the morning crept on...
Like? Please leave a review, it helps to hear opinions. I like the concept of Craig as a man-whore. Sort of a role-reversal. Who would you like Craig to 'service' next? I'll take the first request, this is so that you guys won't have to wait too long for another chapter.
