2 Teen 4 This- JohnnyBoy/Stevepop

2 elderly 4 relaxation station

-Cruise day 2, Sunday-
Johnny's POV:
I wake up at around seven, of course Pony's still asleep. By the time I've gotten myself together for breakfast our moms are at the door.

"Good morning, Johnny." My mom comes and gives a hug. I feel like recently I've really appreciated her. Even though she never did much for me anyway.

"Is he still asleep?" Mrs. Curtis questions.

"Yes ma'am." I nod.

She sighs, "normally I would say wake his ass up, but it's vacation so I don't care." She grins.

"Your father is already eating breakfast we were gonna take you guys. Cellee doesn't think Steve or Brantley is awake yet." My mom explains.

"Oh okay. I'll definitely go." When am I not hungry? I'm not waiting on shit to eat.

Brantley's POV:
45 minutes later
I'm cuddled into Lansy's chest, he's so warm. Especially without his shirt. Yes, he has boobies but I don't care. I don't know if he's awake or not. I haven't been for long.

I feel him shift and pull my leg out him, making our bodies closer. Not much later after this he does wake up but slowly.

"Good morning." Oh shit don't do this to me. His morning voice is so hot, I swear it never sounded like this before.

"Good morning, Lansy." I still have my swimsuit on from yesterday because no I didn't shower yet. I'll do that this morning. He didn't either... and his hand was on my ass!

"I feel like I slept so good." He smiles running a hand through his hair.

Is this what the eighth graders last year used to talk about? This hot thing happening in me? The temptations going through me when he talks?

"Yeah..." I trail off, my eyes looking down at what I guess I'm not used to look at? I mean they're out... and they're round, not too small...

I finally look back up his eyes, he's blushing with embarrassment, "sorry." I apologize.

He looks flustered and unsure of what to do, I move again and finally he speaks, "hey, you're on my-" he takes in a huge gasp and closes his eyes before shivering and even moaning, "clit~"

Orgasm, I get up as he finishes, waves of hot, gross, embarrassment coming through me.

"I'm gonna shower." I give him my awkward smile.

"Yeah, okay." He pulls the covers back over himself as I walk away.

Great, now I've unsettled all the comfort that we could've possibly had with each other. Am I dumb or what?

Soda's POV:
Me and Steve are currently in the shower with each other because at this point we'll be happy if we get to breakfast by ten.

I feel like no one ever talks about how fun it is to shower with your best friend.

We're completely clean and just playing at this point.

He slaps my dick for the fourth time this shower, "dowoingoingoingoingoing you're gonna get me in trouble!"

We laugh like damn witches before I turn him around and give his ass a hard smack.

He lets out the most sickeningly dramatic moan you could possibly make.

"You nasty freak!" I turn him back around and kiss him.

"Yeah, but I'm your nasty freak, daddy~" he pouts and wraps my hands around his shaft.

"Ugh, you're gonna make me throw up!" He's so cringey. He acts like a seventh grader.