16 Candles

"You Swallowed My Cum?"

Later on in the night, the gang helped clean up the aftermath of the party. It wasn't much but the dishes had to be clean, party decor taken down and probably put up for the next party. Darry was in the kitchen, drying the bowls and putting them away. Johnny came in, sighing. He took a cigarette from his packet and lit up. The older male turned and smiled at him.

"Something wrong, Johnnycakes?"

The tanner boy just looked up and heaved another sigh. "Just...life." He said slowly, taking a seat on the counter. "Pony's sixteen now. I'm eighteen. I'm an adult...I feel old." He says with a disgusted look on his face.

Darry just laughed. "Boy if you feel old now, what till you're my age." He closes the cabinet and walks over while drying off his hands. He slips his fingers in Johnny's pants pocket and takes out the packet of Kools. He steals one off him and slides the box back in the denim. He leans in real close, puts the cig in his mouth and sticks his end to Johnny's, breathing in the smoke and lighting the cherry. He moves back now and let's out a breath. "Going on twenty-three ain't always a good feeling."

Johnny rolled his eyes some. "Yeah but....you look real good to be twenty three." He says, brown eyes looking his friend over.

Darry didn't question the look that was given to him. He just laughed. "Well I hope I don't look bad." He took a seat by Johnny and put his head back, hitting the cabinets. The darker boy jumped, looking at Darry. The older just groaned "...Ow." And laughed a little. He blew out smoke and took another draw.

Johnny eased again and looked down, seeing the pale hand on the counter. It looked lonely, all by itself and no one to hold it. Johnny's eyes darted back up at Darry's. The ice blue color somehow warmed him up. Darry looked at him and Johnny came back to reality. He could never. Johnny was so scared and if he ever thought of making any kind of move on Darry he would die. Johnny just sighed again.

Darry tilted his head a bit, giving the boy a concerned look.

"Hey, Johnny, really it's okay." He said with a little chuckle and rested his hand on the boy's jean covered thigh. Johnny's eyes snapped to it. He gave a scared look, his guilty conscience playing him like a fiddle. "We all get to feeling old but, you're just eighteen, there nothing to feel bad about. Your life's just starting."

Johnny let's out the breath he was holding. "Y-yeah...you're right. You're always right, Darry."

Upstairs, in Soda's bedroom, he's being pushed down into the mattress by TwoBit Matthews. The brunette was on top, their hips together and grinding desperately in the tight denim. Both of their tongues were fighting for dominance and TwoBit was currently winning. Soda coaxed TwoBit's tongue in his mouth and sucked, making him grunt. TwoBit retracted it and slipped his in again, running it up the roof of Sodapop's mouth real gentle, making him moan and his cock twitch. Soda knows he won't win this way and slaps the other's ass. TwoBit gasps, getting turned on. He growls, almost hungrily.

"Playing dirty huh?"

TwoBit takes Sodapop's wrists and pins them above his head. He straddles him good and tight and grinds down hard on him, the blue jean barrier only making him try harder.

Sodapop gulped and rolled his head. "T-TwoBit... Please." He squirms in his hold.

TwoBit smirks. "All right, I'll let you go....if you use that mouth on me."

The blonde blushed and bit his lip. He paused and gasped when the other started grinding again.

"O-okay okay! I'll... I'll do it." He gives in.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"Say iiit." He emphasizes with rough grinds.

"Okay! I'll use my mouth on you, TwoBit." He says softer, feeling embarrassed.

TwoBit smiles and ends the hard friction. He climbs off the blonde's lap and undoes his jeans. Off goes the denim and briefs.

Sodapop gulps and fully sits up. He moves to the floor and kneels in front of him as TwoBit takes a seat on the bed again. He looks to Twobit and back to his member, kind of unsure. He takes hold of his organ and opens his mouth, licking the tip. He presses his tongue to the hole, slipping his tongue in and swirling his tongue inside the foreskin, he moves it back out and opens his mouth wide, taking him in.

"Damn...you work real good with that mouth, huh?" TwoBit asks in utter pleasure. He tangles his fingers in the boys hair and pulls him down on his cock. Sodapop moves his hands to the floor, holding himself up, not expecting the push. He gags and fights back up for air. TwoBit does it again, instructing him to breathe through his nose. Soda does so, not gagging so hard now. He let's his friend control him, going with his hands. As he's being face fucked, Soda reaches up and massages his jewels, rubbing them gently. TwoBit let's his head fall back for a moment as he groans out curse words.

A few more deep throats and TwoBit cums in his mouth. The blonde pulls back and collects the sticky seed in his mouth. He swallows it down and pants softly. The brunette makes Soda look up at him.

"I'm so sorry dude, I didn't mean to in your mouth I-....did...did you swallow?" He asks, stopping now. Sodapop blinks.

"Y-yeah, why?"

"You swallowed my cum?" He asks again.

"Yes." Soda answers, more like questions.

"That's the hottest thing ever. Cmere." TwoBit says and pulls him up on the bed.

"W-woah! What?"

Below the room, in the bathroom to be exact, Ponyboy is washing cake off his face. Dallas comes in, smoking. He sees Pony and laughs. He shuts the door and moves to the can. Ponyboy gives a confused look and turns around.

"What are you doin- uhhhh...." Pony stops, eyes wide as Dallas whips out his member and begins to pee. The birthday boy's face explodes in red, looking everywhere else. 
"Right in front of me?!" He asks, eyes somewhere else.

"Huh? Oh cmon kid, it ain't like ya never seen one before."

"Well yeah! But I didn't wanna see yours!" He stammers out and covers his red face with his towel. Dallas stops and flushes. He comes over to the sink and washes his hands. Ponyboy peeks out, seeing Dallas up close and personal. He's between his arms and against his chest and body.

"Sure ya didn't." Dallas whispers in his ear and wipes his hands off on a clean part of Pony's towel. He leaves the bathroom and a flustered Ponyboy.