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Craig's Revenge
Craig wandered through the stark halls of Grayson High. It was around noon and the halls were packed with students making their way to their next class before lunch. As he passed a group of younger kids standing by their lockers he heard a quiet jeer of "queer", followed by some laughs and giggles. He just rolled his eyes and kept on his way to pre-cal, "probably just a dumb-ass freshman", he thought to himself.
For the most part, except for the occasional ass, the jeers and catcalls had died down. He had come out of the closet during the summer between his freshman and sophomore years, he was now a junior. He had read a lot of idealistic articles on the internet, and seen television shows that suggested that gay people were cool and that almost everyone accepted them. He was young enough to buy that at the time. His family had taken it okay, but almost all of his friends at church, and some at school had decided that they didn't want him to be around anymore. Football practice was the worst, though. The coach was a very conservative Christian and basically threatened to take him off the team. In fact, he probably would have if Craig's mother and father hadn't pushed the Principal to intervene. His excuse was that he would be a distraction for team unity, but he backed down after the Principal forced his hand.
But, like I said, most of that was in the past now. Like black players that played sports in the 50s and 60s, teammates and coaches overlooked their biases for talented people. Craig was certainly that. He was short, about 5 foot 6, but was fairly stocky and consistently made the All-County list as a quick, agile, defensive end. His teachers were also forced to look past his "faults" because he was the class valedictorian and had a promising future ahead of him in whatever he decided to do. One had to think it was hard for a small, conservative, Christian town like Grayson to stomach having the valedictorian, who was also a football star, be homosexual. But, they managed it, so life wasn't so bad for him these days.
Just as he was about to enter the classroom his best friend, Anne, ran up to him. "Craig! I'm glad I caught you! You won't believe what happened!"
Craig smiled at his friend, she was never this excited, "Slow down. What's got you in such a good mood?"
"I've got a date with John! God, he's so hot..." she was still excited, but seemed lost in her thoughts.
He narrowed his eyes slightly as he ran over the guys with the name "John" that he knew. He paused... "You don't mean John Carrey, do you?" Her eyes twinkled and she smiled broadly, that was all the answer he needed. Craig knew him; they played football together. John was about 6 feet tall with short black hair and a lean body. He was quick and he was the main wide receiver for the team, but he was surprised that she had a date with him. "When did you get in tight with him? I didn't even know you guys spoke that often."
"Well, we don't really. But, I saw him in homeroom this morning and we started talking for a bit. After awhile he asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him tonight. I'm so excited! Aren't you happy for me?"
He wasn't so sure; John wasn't the nicest guy in the world. Nevertheless, he plastered on a smile for her, "That's great babe. I hope you guys have a great time!"
She, of course, was absolutely giddy and trotted off to her next class after saying her "thank you" and "goodbye". Craig shook his head and stepped into the classroom and took his seat. The classroom was oriented in a strange way; the teacher had set up the desks to where two large groups faced each other. One group was on one side of the room and the other was opposite. She usually spoke from the center and the blackboard was in the middle of the wall the desks were parallel to. Craig sat on the second row of the desks furthest from the door, and coincidentally John Carrey sat two rows behind him.
He glanced quickly at the board and noticed that there were instructions for their assignment there. He sighed. That, of course, meant there was a substitute teacher. He hated substitutes, because there was never any medium range, either they were vile disciplinarians or they didn't give a damn about anything and the class would descend into anarchy. But, in this case there was still not substitute even in the room. But, just as he thought that, the door opened and in stepped the next-door teacher, Mr. Alvin.
He called for attention and spoke softly, "Mrs. Trotter had an emergency and she had to leave. Obviously there wasn't time to hire a substitute, so I'll just be checking in on you every so often. Your assignment is on the board, and she said that you should expect to turn it in tomorrow."
Craig rolled his eyes as Mr. Alvin left the room, this was even worse. But, it wouldn't affect him too much; he would just finish his work and chat or do something else until class finished. Time went by pretty quickly for once, and he had long since finished the easy assignment she had left for them. While he said that he'd check in, the teacher next door never showed his face again. So, most of the class had just sat around most of the period chatting or playing games. The girl directly behind him had moved to sit with a group of her friends, so John had taken her seat so that he could talk easier with his friend that sat to Craig's left. He tapped Craig on the shoulder, "Hey man, would you mind switching seats with me? Then I won't have to talk over you to get to Bruce".
He shrugged, "Sure, that's fine." So, they both switched places and he placidly eavesdropped on John and Bruce's conversation while pretending to finish his work.
For the most part, the two were just bullshitting each other. But, towards the end of class, just as Craig was beginning to get bored with the conversation, John exclaimed to Bruce, "Hey! I didn't tell you about my plans tonight, did I?"
"Nah man, I figured you were just gonna hang out at the house".
John smiled, "I've got a date with that Anne girl, you know, the one in homeroom?"
Bruce looked like he was gonna laugh, "That girl? What the hell do you want her for?"
Craig just about blanched when he heard John utter, "Fuck, she'll be easy. Pussy is pussy. I'm gonna get her so fucking drunk, she won't even know what she's doing, or remember it for that matter".
Bruce did laugh at that point and offered his congratulations on the plan, the two talked briefly about it before the bell finally rang. Craig was pissed... He grabbed up his things and headed down to lunch where he saw Anne. He told her the entire conversation, and at first she was incredulous, but she had learned to trust her friend. The surprise quickly turned to anger and she nearly stomped over to his table to tell him to "fuck off", but Craig stopped her.
"Hold on, hold on. I've got a plan... but I don't want you to say anything to him until after school. Either catch him after practice, call him, I don't care, but just wait for a while."
She was shocked, "What the hell for? What kind of plan is this?"
He smiled and rubbed her hand, "Don't worry about it, and just trust me." She did, and they went their separate ways.
After lunch, Craig had athletics that lasted until the end of the day, and then football practice that usually ran till 5 or so. Practice was god-awful this time of year. Everyone baked under the boiling September sun and humidity of the late afternoon, especially with all of the pads on. So, that made the showers at the end of practice that much more satisfying. The cool water cascaded down their bodies, giving a luxurious end to the sweltering practices. Craig had long since grown accustomed to these guys bodies, he'd been playing sports with them for years, and had seen them in this condition many times. So, it wasn't as exciting as it might be for any other gay guy. But today, he went ahead and checked out John... he knew what he was going to do to him. John shut his eyes and tilted his head back as he washed the soap from his face and hair, giving Craig a small window to check him out.
As I described before, John was around 6 foot tall, with a nice, lean frame. He was well defined from the workouts, so he was easy on the eyes. His lids hid his dark brown eyes, so Craig quickly looked down his tanned chest to the piece hanging between his legs. It was about 4 inches long, while soft, and surrounded by a dark forest of thick pubic hair. The dark trail led up to his navel, where it dissipated, since he didn't have a hairy chest.
Craig was quite different from John though. The height was the big difference, but beyond that, Craig had short dirty blonde hair spiked up. Although he was short, he wasn't skinny. He was well built, and had an attractive body.
To avoid being noticed though, Craig quickly averted his eyes and finished washing himself. He got dressed quickly, but paced himself so that he'd be ready to leave about the same time that John was. As John was leaving the building to head home, Craig caught up with him, "Hey John, have you got plans tonight?"
John, though he was never all that nice to anybody, had never been hateful to him when he came out. So, Craig didn't figure that he was threatened by his sexual orientation. John turned, "Uh, yeah. Actually I do. Why? Do you want to hang out or something?"
"Ah, okay. It's no big deal, I was just bored. I thought I'd see what you were up to."
John nodded before turning and walking off. Hopefully, once Anne dumped on his ass, he'd get bored...
Later that evening
Anne had called him about quarter to 6 to tell him that she had indeed let John have it. She said that he was annoyed, but didn't deny any of it. She thanked him, and said her goodbyes.
By now though, it was almost 8:00, Craig had almost given up hope that his plan would succeed. However, that changed when the phone rang. Craig answered the phone, realizing that John was on the other end.
Craig smiled, "Oh, hey John. I didn't expect you to call. What's up?"
"Well, my plans got canceled. Did you still want to hang out? I'm bored as hell..."
"Uh, sure. I didn't really plan anything, but we can watch a movie or something." John gave his assent and said that he'd be over in a minute.
When he arrived, he was wearing a loose fitting polo shirt and a pair of shorts. Craig greeted him and invited him in. "Hey, do you want a beer or anything?"
John's eyes lit up, "Hell yeah, I didn't think you'd have any."
"Oh yeah. My parents usually let me keep a little of it for my friends, I don't drink though. That shit tastes awful".
John laughed, "You've got cool parents then, my mother would die if she knew I was having a beer."
Craig shrugged and got him a beer, but of course, that was part of his plan. He was lucky that his parents weren't going to be home for the evening, they had been staying with his grandmother for a while. She had surgery and still needed help around the house. At any rate, the night went on. They watched a movie, but during the course of it John had finished four or five beers. Like most high school students who drink, he was getting a little silly.
He wasn't slurring his speech, but Craig could tell from his mannerisms that he was pretty drunk; he apparently didn't drink that often. They made small talk about the movie they had just finished as it was rewinding. After a short pause, John looked over at Craig and asked him, "What's it like?"
Craig was slightly surprised, but he feigned ignorance, "What's what like?"
John gesticulated slightly, "You know... being gay?"
"Oh, that. I don't know. It's just the way I am. I'm pretty used to it now. It was hard at first, but people get used to it."
They made more small talk and Craig went to go get John another beer. When he returned, John was looking at the movies along the wall. He turned to Craig, "Do you or your parents have any... uh", he paused and whispered, "porn?"
Wow. That was all that Craig could think of. The plan was going along without any prodding from him. John quickly added, "Well, guy-girl porn... I'm not into guys, you know."
Craig wanted to laugh, but said, "Um, yeah. My brother has some, we can watch it, if you want?"
John nodded, and it wasn't long before the TV was emitting the telltale sounds of porn. The cheesy music, the heavy breathing, well, you know the bit. Luckily, Craig had convinced his brother to stay at a friend's tonight...
As the movie got further into the "plot" the action inevitably started. In one scene, two blonde bimbos blew this guy with a huge cock. In the next, some girl got fucked from both ends. It didn't do a whole lot for Craig, but watching John paw at his cock through his pants did.
Slowly, as if hoping Craig wouldn't notice, John started unzipping his pants. Oh yeah, he was drunk. There was no way a straight guy would beat off in front of a gay guy if he knew what he was doing. It was time to make his move. He pretended to "notice" John doing this, and said, "Oh John, that's a good idea." Craig then proceeded to slip his shorts and underwear down to his ankles exposing his thick six-inch cock, rising from a patch of blonde pubes.
John seemed to have second thoughts at that point. It was if the realization just hit him. "Why is this making you hot, anyway?"
Craig whispered to him, lustily, "It's not... but watching you paw at your cock is." Craig placed a hand on the bulge in John's exposed underwear and started massaging it.
"Wait, dude! I'm not into that!" He scrambled to get Craig's hand off of him.
"Calm down, John. I'm not asking you to do anything to me, just watch the movie and enjoy the feeling, okay?"
John didn't look okay, but stopped protesting as Craig massaged more intently. "Pull down your pants John, it makes it easier". He complied, and kicked his shorts and underwear off. Craig tightly wrapped his hand around John's six and half inch leaking cock, and started slowly stroking it.
John closed his eyes briefly and moaned. "God, Craig, that feels awesome." He cast his eyes over to the film, but then hazarded a gaze at Craig's lap. His hard prick was leaking precum heavily, and it stood up from a patch of curly blonde pubes. As his mind tried to turn over the concept that it was a guy stroking his cock, his drunken mind made the decision that he wanted to return the favor. Craig certainly didn't complain as John tentatively wrapped his hand around his meat.
Craig knew that John was his at this point. Neither was paying attention to the movie at all. Craig was glued on John's long cock pulsing in his hand as he stroked him closer to orgasm. John, on the other hand, was alternating between watching Craig flog his dick, and watching his own hand massage Craig's rod.
They continued sliding their hands up and down each other's slick rods. Craig was better at it, since he had more experience, and he was quickly bringing John to climax. John felt his testicles draw up to his body and he moaned out, "Craig, I'm about cum... don't stop." Pretty soon, John sped up his jacking of Craig's aching cock, bringing him to the edge too. Both boys gasped as their sixteen-year-old bodies stiffened and their irritated cock heads exploded, spewing several large spurts of cum onto their shirts, and then dripping down their cocks, their balls, and their pubic hair.
John let his hand fall away from Craig's softening cock, "Dude, that was great..."
But, before he was finished, Craig dropped to his knees and took John's half-hard cock into his mouth, cleaning it. He slurped off the cum on his cock, before licking his way down to his heavy balls. His tongue traveled over the hairy scrotum, cleaning up the cum that had dripped there. John, rather than protesting as Craig had expected, just smiled contentedly as Craig licked and tickled his genitals with his tongue.
Craig looked up at him, "Take off your shirt."
John easily complied, the alcohol and his hormones making decisions for him. He pulled off the cum stained polo shirt exposing his sweaty chest. Craig pulled his own shirt off too, and then returned to John's hardening cock again. He sucked it into his mouth, eliciting a response from John. "Come on Craig, bring me off again. God, I never thought this would be so hot."
Craig slid down his dick, burying his nose into his musky pubes. He sucked hard on his victim's prick, eliciting more praise and encouragement. He felt John's hands gently slide into his spiky blonde hair, encouraging him to suck. And suck he did. For the next six or seven minutes, his tongue danced over John's engorged cock. He would suck and tongue at the sensitive cock head, while massaging his aching nuts. Then, he would wash back down over the object of his attention, deep throating him.
John's cute face twisted and contorted in pleasure as Craig's warm, wet mouth enveloped his acutely sensitive cock over and over again. Craig knew he was close when his second hand joined the first and pushed him back down again. He wanted to shoot down his throat. John stuttered and moaned, but finally got out, "Suck my cock, Craig. Please..." he whined, "finish me off."
It didn't take much. Craig sucked as hard as he could, bringing the boy to a climax. He filled Craig's experienced mouth with the sweet taste of victory. He swallowed as much as he could, before sliding up to sit next to him. "Craig", he panted, "do you want me to?"
Craig nodded, and John gave a delirious grin... he had no idea what he was doing. Craig smiled. He slid down, Craig's compact frame before settling down between his legs. His inexperienced mouth was not the best he'd ever had, but it would was fun nevertheless.
John couldn't take all of it into his mouth, so at Craig's urging he finally focused his attention on the thick purple cock head, while milking the rest of his cock with his hand. Craig grinned and moaned any encouragements he could, as the dark headed virgin (with guys) sucked avidly on his cock. John got better as time went by, and learned to swab the places that made Craig squirm. After several minutes of this, he started sucking harder and slurped his tongue to the sensitive underside of Craig's cock, bringing him over the edge. Craig didn't warn him, and groaned loudly as his nuts contracted and filled his partner's mouth with his warm, sticky juice. John, being a newcomer, couldn't take all of it, but swallowed what he could.
John sat back, to catch his breath, never breaking eye contact with Craig. Then, with the effort apparently overcoming him, he leaned back on to the floor and passed smooth out. Craig laughed slightly, and woke him up. He basically dragged the boy back to his bedroom and laid him out on the bed. John instinctively stretched out on the bed, and Craig joined him. Craig spooned against him on the bed, and John quickly fell back asleep. Craig glanced over John's sweaty, naked body and smiled to himself. He'll have a hell of a surprise when he wakes up...
Next Morning
John's eyes fluttered open at about 6:30 am. He had a slight headache, but he usually wasn't one for hangovers when he did drink. But, he was still fairly disoriented when he finally opened his eyes. The room was unfamiliar to him, and he couldn't remember how he got there. Then he started getting bits and images of his activities last night... The porn, Craig on his knees, then his own turn with Craig's cock in his mouth. He jumped out of bed, horrified at the thought of what he had done. There was no one else in the bed, so he slowly made his way out into the living area. He wasn't there either, but John caught a few sounds from the kitchen and headed that way.
There was Craig, standing in front of the stove, cooking something. He wasn't wearing anything except a pair of boxer shorts. His defined chest was still kind of red in a few areas from sleeping, a few stray blonde hairs stuck out from under his arms, and his usually spiked blonde hair was disheveled from sleep. He saw John come in and smiled brightly, "Good morning".
"What the fuck did you do to me?"
Craig turned back to what he was doing, but responded, "I didn't do anything to you. You were more than willing."
"No, I remember you got me drunk. You did that on purpose. Did you fuck me too, you bastard?"
Craig sighed and turned back to him, "Have you ever been fucked before?"
"No!"
"Then don't you think that if I had rammed something up your ass last night that you'd be a little sore?"
John was silent, but looked relieved. Craig continued, "But yeah, I admit it. I got you drunk on purpose." John moved to speak, but Craig stopped him, "I wanted you to feel what Anne would have felt like if you had gotten her drunk and had your way with her.
Except, at least I had the decency not to take your virginity, you probably would have let me."
The silence was deafening between the two. Craig finally turned back from the nude John and went back to cooking breakfast. John finally mumbled out, "I'm not gay, you know".
"I know, and I didn't expect you to be. But, you're just a young guy like me. You had the opportunity to get off, so you took it. You can have the video tape if you want it".
John threw his hands in the air, "You video taped it!? Why the hell did you do that!?"
"Just in case you decided to kick my ass. Then I'd be able to show the world that you had fun sucking my cock. But, I don't want to show it to anybody. It would make your life hell."
John paused, "Why are you being so nice to me? Well, besides the whole seducing me."
Craig shrugged, "I've made my point. There's no sense in antagonizing you now. I could say the same for you though, I can't really say that I expected you to come in here and have a rational discussion about it".
"I don't know... I guess it's just a weird feeling for me to be in someone else's shoes. So, you won't tell a soul?"
"Not unless you try and pull this shit with a friend of mine again", Craig smiled, "but I don't expect you'll probably do that. Go ahead and get dressed, I'll have the food ready in a minute. Then you can go home and get ready for class."
John still felt a little uncomfortable around him, knowing what they had done last night; but he was glad that he didn't intend on telling anybody what transpired. He knew that he had enjoyed the experience last night, though he couldn't remember most of it. But, he was still no more attracted to the boy before him, than he was last night. He was sure that he wasn't gay, but if it had ever gotten out, he might as well have been. He made his way out of the kitchen to get dressed. "But damn, it was fun", he thought.
End Part 2
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