For years I've never had a good home life, I was taken from my home when I was twelve and I'll be in the system until I'm 18. My father was very abusive to me, my sister, and my mother. My sister was taken away too, but we're not together. She went to an all girls foster home. I don't even think we're in the same state anymore.

My mother is still with my father, why she won't leave him, I'll never know. The years have been tough, when word got to my class that I was placed in foster care, the jokes started. First it was just Cartman, that fat-ass. The others joined in, but not Clyde, my best friend, or him. The one boy who I've had feelings for since the third grade.

I've know I was gay for that long but being so young, I never went through with any of my feelings. Clyde didn't find out till we were in sixth grade, only because I told him. He didn't care, he even told me: "We've been friends since Kindergartner. You think I'm going to stop being your friend now?" That always made me feel good.

I was so happy and relieved that he didn't make fun of me for being a foster child. When the jokes started to get physical he actually stood up for me. In the hall, I got pinned in between the lockers and half my class. Cartman was ring leader and to my surprise, Token was helping. I always thought of Token as a friend, I guess not.

Cartman kept pushing me against the locker, yelling, swearing, and name calling. Orphan, loser, sex slave. I have no idea what that last one had to do with anything. I flipped them off and threaten them. Clyde tried to help but he couldn't get through, then he spoke up.

"HEY FAT ASS!" They all turned and looked at him. He was standing with his two other friends, "Leave Craig alone. All of you!" Everyone was shocked to hear him speak up but soon they all began to break apart. Cartman was the only one that said, trying to defend him self.

Clyde came over to me, to make sure I was okay but I was only looking at him. When Cartman finally left, he walked away from his other friends and came over to me. "Are you okay, Craig?" I nodded at first an then, "Yeah…Thanks Stan." His eyes were a beautiful blue. He smiled at me; he had full lips, "No problem, dude."

He went back to his friends and walked away. Ever since that day I knew, no matter what, I had to make Stan mine.

We're in tenth grade now. I still have a crush on him and I'm not even hiding that I'm gay. No one would dare mess with me anyway, I've buffed up over the years. I've had hook ups but nothing serious, I only want to be serious with Stan.

We talk a lot now a days. We still have our little groups of friends. Token still hangs with us, though I don't really talk to him. He's still in because of Tweek, they're buddies. I try to get Stan alone a lot but every time I do, someone interrupts. I know he likes me, I have gay-dar and it goes off every time he looks at me.

He's calls me a lot too, we talk on the computer, hang out sometimes, and I've even stayed over at his house and we'd share his bed. Nothing ever happens though; I think he wants me to make the first move. I'd be more then happy too if we didn't have to deal with his friend Kyle. He always comes in at the worst time.

Our conversations on the phone or computer would just start getting heated and then: "Oh Kyle's on!" "Hold on, I got a nothing call….Craig I call you back, Its Kyle." Ew, it makes me so mad. I do have a plan though. I slipped him a note in class telling him to meet me at my car after school.

Once school was over I ran out the door to my car, he was already there. "Hurry, get in!" We got in and I drove away before anyone could see us. "Turn your phone off." I told him and he did, I did the same. We drove for a while and soon we parked out by Starks Pond. I let out a sigh and put my arms around the back of his seat.

I looked at him and saw him twiddling his thumbs, "What's wrong?" I asked; he shook his head. "I'm just nervous….I've never done this before." I smiled and moved closer to him, "Its okay, we don't have to do anything you don't want. We can take things slow." He looked at me, "They know I'm gay but I've never been with anyone."

That was a shock to me. I didn't think his friends knew but I smiled, "Well…I'm happy to be your first." He gave me a sexy look and I gave him a seductive look. "I thought you said we could go slowly." He joked. I chuckled, "I meant for your mouth." I traced his lips with my thumb; they were still as big as they were from his childhood, "Cover girl lips." I joked; he moved his head away and laughed.

When he turned back to me, I placed my hand behind his head and brought him in for his first gay kiss. He was actually very comfortable with it and let me in his mouth. I pushed him down so that he was on his back and I ran my hands down his body. I only went to his hips; I didn't want to scare him.

His arms were around my neck and in my hair. I then moved from his lips to his neck and began to suck and bite. He made a few little noises but, "Not to big Craig." I made a noise to let him know I heard him and then went back to his mouth.

We made out until my watch went off. It was four already, "SHIT! I need to get home!" He yelled and pushed me off, "I'm sorry Craig but can you take me home? My sister's home for the week and I agreed to watch my nephew!" I laughed, "Okay, don't worry. We'll get you home."

We drove in silence but he let me hold his hand. It wasn't a long drive but I wished it was. I pulled into his drive way, he grabbed his bag, and "Bye…call me?" he asked. I nodded and brought him in for a kiss. I watched as he walked into his house and when he was safety inside, I pulled away.

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AN: You tell me if you want this to be a one-shot or not :D