Hope you don't mind, but I will be introducing some elements of a plot, I don't like just writing random meaningless smut( as much as I like reading it that is.). Just let me know if I'm being too plot-heavy.
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South Park's Stress Reliever.
Chapter 4: Clyde Donovan.
Craig drove home in silence, he had just visited the local Hostey's diner, and had a serving of his usual. This consisted of sliced honey ham with mash potatoes and beef gravy, with a side of buttery biscuits. This was his dish of choice on the night's he'd come home late from a job. Today, however, this meal was entirely voluntary, as his pallete had been morphed to distinguish the taste of diner food as familiar and homey. He lost a taste for his mother's cooking, and instead craved the meals of Hostey's.
It had been a day since his visit to Kenny's sleezy apartment, and Craig felt an emptiness, and not the kind of emptiness you're thinking of. He felt as if something was missing, even when he was servicing Kenny, Tweek, and Stan. He missed something about it, but he couldn't put a finger on exactly what that thing was.
CD: Dick.
Craig stared down at his phone, pulling over to grasp what had just happened. He opened his messenger, and saw the text left by a one Clyde Donovan.
C: What?
CD: You keep ignoring me!
C: I was busy dude.
CD: Busy stuffin your fat face at Hostey's?
C: First of all, you're fatter than I am. Second, I was doing a job.
CD: Oh, your whore business?
C: What crawled up your ass?
CD: I'm just having a shitty day.
C: Me too, wanna hang out? Craig really wasn't in the mood for hanging out, but he felt like he had to at least ask, being a friend and all. He waited a while for a response.
CD: I only have 20 bucks.
Craig let out a sigh. Even Clyde jumped to sex. Not that that was a problem, it just wasn't what he meant by 'hang out'.
C: That's not what I meant:(
CD: Sure.
Craig put his phone away and turned his car around. He drove to Kenny's apartment complex. He skipped Kenny's apartment to the one adjacent to his, the apartment belonging to Clyde Donovan. Craig was certain that Clyde had no idea he was neighbors with Kenny, seeing as how he was still living there.
Craig didn't bother to knock, and simply walked into the apartment. He passed by a rather filthy kitchen, and entered the living room. There seemed to be nobody there. Taking further liberty, he explored Clyde's kitchen. He noticed a wallet on the counter, next to a small basket, which contained keys. Craig, being perhaps a little creepy, picked up the wallet, and opened it. He noticed it was empty, save a license and a 20 dollar gift card for targret that Craig remembered giving him for christmas last month. Clyde didn't have any credit or debit cards, so this meant that Clyde wasn't doing very well.
Sighing, Craig walked to where he knew Clyde's bathroom was, and saw that it was occupied, with the light shining from the bottom crack of the door. He grinned, and kicked the door.
"AGH WHAT THE FUCK!?" Clyde screamed. Craig imagined Clyde struggling to pull his pants up and started cacklilng.
"FBI open up!" Craig shouted with a low voice, before laughing out loud.
"Fuck you Craig!" Clyde said through the door. Craig couldn't take it, he was holding his side as the other boy exited the bathroom. He seemed to be basically naked, save a pair of boxers.
"Sorry I couldn't help myself." Craig shot Clyde a smirk. Clyde shook his head and let out a weak laugh.
"You suck." Clyde walked past Craig and plopped on the living room sofa. Craig noted how ugly the sofa was, it looked like somebody inherited it from their grandmother and trashed it because it was so ugly, then Clyde dug it up. Or better yet, Kenny dug it up, and sold it to Clyde, telling him it was brand new, and probably making a good fifty bucks for that abomination.
"You can sit down ya know?" Clyde said rather rudely. He took note of Craig staring, but not catching that it wasn't him he was staring at, but his ugly-ass couch. Craig sat down beside Clyde on said ugly-ass couch, and took in his surroundings. It'd been a while since he'd been in Clyde's apartment. Nothing much had changed, save for the ugly couch and a rather nice tv. Craig thought with a snicker, He probably had to choose, a good tv or a good couch.
"So can we talk about this couch?" Craig finally decided to start a conversation about the couch on which they currently sat. Clyde sighed.
"I bought it from Kenny for fifty bucks dude," Clyde said. Craig's eyes gaped at his accuracy. Craig had been wrong on one detail though, Clyde was obviously aware he was neighbors with Kenny. "It's hideous, but it's a couch." It was as if Clyde was defending the couch's honor.
"Alright alright." Craig raised his hands in surrender. "So how have you and Bebe been?"
"Dude, you know how girls are."
"No in fact, I don't."
"Oh yea, I forgot about your current occupation."
"I have a real job too asshole..." Craig giggled.
"But seriously, how is that uhh... workin out for ya?"
"Seriously?"
"Yea seriously, it sounds interesting..." Clyde instincively spread his legs to get more comfortable on the couch. Craig's eyes shot down to the other boy's crotch, where he could make out the shape of Clyde's dick through the plaid boxers.
"Well I can make money and enoy myself." Craig said, clearing his throat.
"How much do you usually charge?"
"It just depends on who it is..."
"So Kenny get's some for free huh?" Clyde winked at Craig.
"I thought you we were just gonna hang out?" Craig growled.
"Okay okay," Clyde sighed. "I broke up with Bebe today."
"What happened?"
"Nothing happened I just had an epiphany..." Clyde grabbed the remote and flipped on the television, sifting through channels in an awkward silence.
"What 'epiphany'?" Craig raised his eyebrows at the other boy, who neglected to answer for a good minute.
"I'm gay."
"What?"
"I'm gay, do I gotta send you smoke signals or somethin?" Clyde shot back. "Christ, I figured you'd be less shocked considering we've fucked before."
"Well that's different," Craig argued. "Don't tell anybody, but I service Stan Marsh all the time, and he's barely gay."
"Does he do you or...?"
"I do him," Craig said. "But I think it's just his way of releasing all of the pent up stress from being with Wendy 'cockblock' Testaburger all the time."
"I get that, but seriously, I'm not bi like I thought I was..."
"How are you so sure?" Craig asked. Clyde sighed, and shook his head, muting the television.
"I threw up when I went down on her..." Clyde hung his head in shame.
"Really?"
"Yeah, and to her credit, she forgave me for it, but I just can't be with a woman..."
"Well at least you finally know dude." Craig put a hand on Clyde's bare knee, casting a previously unheard of sexual tension upon the other boy, who, upon coming to the realization he was nearly naked, blushed just a little.
Craig leant forward, and gotten within mere centimeters of Clyde's red face. Clyde was breathing heavily as Craig gently kissed him, taking time to lick the other boy's lips. Clyde pulled away suddenly, a little too late for Craig.
"Dude!" Clyde gasped.
"What?" Craig wiped his lips. "Don't tell me you didn't like it, cuz Clyde junior definitely did." He pointed down at Craig's crotch, where a tenting was evident. Clyde covered his growing bulge and got up to leave, but Craig reached forward and pulled Clyde back onto the couch by his boxers, causing them to rip and fall off, exposing Clyde's nudity to the living room and Craig's hungry eyes.
"Dude!" Clye gasped at his current nakedness. "You're being way to foward about this!"
"This is what you wanted right?" Craig said, taking hold of the other boy's erection, causing him to let out a quiet whimper. "Let's be real for a second, you never liked hanging out with me." He gave Clyde's cock a few good pumps.
"Ohhh, th-that's not true," Clyde let out a moan as Craig took his length into his mouth, taking it down to the base like a champ. "Oh god... I liked you Craig... Ah! I really did..." Craig pulled off, leaving a Clyde a little unsatisfied.
"Oh you did huh?" Craig licked his lips, before giving Clyde's head a rub with his thumb. "What happened then?"
"You know why," Clyde said, moaning again as Craig began to felate him once more. "You're just difficult..." Clyde ended it there, as the pleasure was too great as he neared orgasm.
Craig hummed around Clyde's cock, but pulled off just as Clyde announced his oncoming orgasm. Clyde cursed and grabbed his cock, but Craig pulled his hands away.
"No you can't cum yet!" Craig said. "How bout we do it like we used to?" Craig added a wink. Clyde's glazed expression just nodded. He was too horny to rationalize the situation. In the back of his mind, Clyde was worried about catching something from the premiscuous Craig Tucker, but his mind was glued to his cock.
Clyde got up and bent over the ugly couch, presenting himself to Craig.
"I said like we used to dude..." Craig pointed out. He was always bottom for Clyde when they were together.
"Just shut up and do me!" Clyde growled from his position. Craig got behind him and began to undress. Once nude, Craig slouched down to Clyde's entrance. He licked his finger and slid it inside, causing the other boy to let out a moan that only turned Craig on more.
"I always liked your ass..." Craig sighed, as he worked his finger in and out, adding a second finger to stretch him. Clyde gripped the sofa, moaning out as Craig fingerbanged him. Soon, when Craig thought he was ready, he got up and positioned his cock at Clyde's hole, rubbing it slowly against the flesh.
"Oh god..." Clyde whimpered as Craig entered him. It hurt, but the pain soon faded, and pleasure took over. However, Clyde was still uncomfortable. He wasn't at all used to being a bottom. As covered earlier, that was usually Craig's role. Clyde was enduring it though, for Craig's sake.
"You feel so good!" Craig moaned as he sped up his assault. Clyde grunted underneath the other boy, causing him to stop. He stroked Clyde's cheek. "Are you okay babe?" There with the pet names, Clyde thought. Craig was always so caring when we had sex, maybe he...
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay..." Clyde groaned. Craig started moving slowly, this time positioned at a different angle, attempting to his Clyde's spot, but to no avail. Clyde moaned out at the sudden change in pace. "Oh..."
"Am I close?"
"It's okay Craig-AH!"
"No it's not." Craig pulled out. He grabbed Clyde's waist and positioned him flat on his back. Clyde looked up into Craig's eyes, there was something in those eyes. Was it love?
"Craig I..." Clyde went silent as Craig entered him again, this time taking it extra slow, as he pushed in deeper, until Clyde was gasping. Craig bent down and kissed him, lockng their tongues in a battle for dominance that was in no way spiteful. Then he did it. "Holy shit AHH!" Clyde cried out, grabbing Craig's back and pulling him into himself.
"There it is!" Craig said, and with a smile on his face, he sped up. He made sure to hit that spot every time his cock entered Clyde. Clyde shouted out in ecstacy as he was reduced to a moaning mess. He went faster, the sounds of slapping flesh filling the whole room, mixed with the moans of Craig and Clyde. Craig was certain Kenny was listening in, and jerking his cock. He didn't care, in fact the thought pushed him almost to orgasm.
"OH GOD CRAIG!" Clyde moaned like a bitch in heat. He was close, and he demonstrated this by grabbing a hold of Craig's face and locking lips with the noirette. They traded sloppy kisses as Clyde's whimpering escalated. "Oh fuck I'm close!"
"Me too!" Craig moaned out as he buried his face in Clyde's chest, speeding up almost tenfold, before coming to a halt, groaning as he came. After coming down from his orgasm, he noticed Clyde still hadn't cum. Craig pulled out and dove down onto Clyde's cock, taking it into his mouth and bobbing up and down, being sure to hum around it.
"OH OH OH GOD OOOH!" Clyde screamed as he came in Craig's mouth, expelling his seed deep down Craig's throat. He swallowed Clydes cum wiping his lips and running off to the kitchen to grab some wipes. He returned and wiped Clyde clean, and proceeded to cuddle with him.
"This doesn't mean we're back together..." Craig said rather coldly. Clyde wasn't too upset. He knew he and Craig wouldn't work. Craig was just difficult. "How am I difficult?" Clyde had an 'oh shit' moment, thinking Craig was reading his mind, but after recalling the conversation leading up to the sex, he sighed.
"I dunno, you're just naturally negative, and it rubs off on me." Clyde said truthfully. Craig nodded.
"I can see that."
"I'm sorry dude, but I do love you..." Clyde took Craig's hand, kissing it gently. Craig snickered.
"At least you're honest," Craig said. "I love you too, but I think I love multiple people..."
"Huh?"
"I just can't seem to remain with one person, " Craig explained. "That's why I started the whole manwhore thing..." Craig said. Clyde's eyes gaped.
"Oh geez dude..." Clyde gasped. "You don't have to whore yourself to be loved."
"I want to though," Craig said, getting up from the couch. "I really appreciate your concern, but I want this..." He said, before opening his wallet, and pulling out a fifty dollar bill. He tossed it to Clyde, who just looked at it wiht wide eyes.
"Craig I can't take this."
"You will take it," Craig said sternly. "You need it, and stop buying dumb shit or you'll bankrupt yourself." Before Clyde could retaliate, Craig made a dash for the door. He left Clyde naked and angry. He got in his car and drove off. He really really needed some sleep...
I'm sorry it's been so long. I've had alot of stuff on my plate lately. Anyways, next chapter will be on Craig and Kyle at the request of Alyssa Damato. Thanks for sticking with me. Please fav, follow, and review. Love you all!