Quandary ~Johnnyboy, Stevepop, Dal-Bit

old destination.

October 8th, Tuesday Steve's POV:
It's eight o'clock. On his seventeenth birthday, and we're in his bed naked.

Two condoms on his bedside, hasn't been used yet.

We're making out now, I can feel his body getting warmer under me. I feel hands tugging lightly in my hair.

"Take me, please?" He asks. His eyes glitter at me.

"Of course." I smile. I'm ready to take myself as well.

He open the condom and slides it in me before opening his legs and sliding down on my cock. We both sigh happily once he's all the at down. I help him go up and down on it, slowly before speeding it up. Every so often I slow him back down.

He holds onto my shoulders, and bites on my neck as he whispers to me, "you're making me so wet, Steve~" I look down at all the liquid he's left dripping down my balls.

I let him speed up and finish. It makes me cum to hear him.

We kiss and cuddle for a few minutes waiting until we can both get hard again.

"That was so good." He tells me.

"Thank you, I love you." I kiss his head.

"I love you." He tells me, and he kisses me deeply.

I feel myself getting hot and my heart racing in my chest.

"You know my dick's not big like yours..." he warns me.

"I don't care, I just want it to be you." I already knew that. The Curtis's are late bloomers downstairs.

He puts on the condom and puts it in and the pulse from it is nearly making me shake.

He pins my wrist by my head and his strokes are well-paced.

"You're so tight~" he kisses my cheek.

"Holy-shit~" I curse. And I feel a big wave coming in my vagina and my legs shake as I orgasm.

I can feel him finish and then pull out. We made a mess on the towel under us.

He throws away the condoms as I take the towel off his bed. Then we get in the shower and wash each other off.

And when we get back in bed we cuddle each other and turn on a Halloween movie.
"I love you." I tell him again.

"I love you too Stevie. You had the best present."

I smile. He's the cutest.

Darry's POV:
November 28th, Thursday, Thanksgiving
Brooke demanded that I went home with her because she wasn't gonna let me be alone on Thanksgiving Day. Tomorrow's a game day, and just like I said. I can't go home because we have a game day right after thanksgiving.

I had just finished eating dinner with her parents and her little sister.

I washed the dishes for them afterwards,
"aw you don't have to do that, baby." Her mother rubbed my shoulders, "Are you doing okay?"

I look over at her and start crying,
"I really miss my family. I haven't seen them in a few months."

She gives me a hug, "you're a very strong boy for coming out here. I would've at least missed this game. You're make yourself sick hurting your heart like that." She wipes my eyes, staring at me with her pity.