Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 09:43:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: k d <dk2891@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grayson High chapter 2

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Beyond all that, enjoy the stories!  This is the
second story of this series about Grayson High School.
 As I said before, I wanted this story to be about a
lot of different people, so you won't always see the
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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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