The outsiders smut

7

Pony woke up that morning to a empty bed and a weird feeling in his groin, he knew this feeling it was a boner and man did it ache.
   He decided to get rid of it on his own by jerking off to the playboys that he keep in his desk from Christmas.
   Now Pony was very verbal with moans when it comes to this he was always loud even if he wanted to be quiet it just never worked and now here he was sitting on his and his brothers bed with Lotion bear by, his boxers around his ankles, porn mag in one hand another on his throbbing dick, a moaning and sweating mess while the gang is just down the hall probably hearing his every sound.
   But he could care less after going at a steady pace wasn't doing anything he picked it up going faster and harder twisting his wrist and hitting the right spots for him to reach his high and cum onto his hand, stomach and a little on the floor that had fell. Now he was panted and out of breath, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist and his fingers were tingling.
  Pony cleaned up with the tissues he keeps in the room the best he could pulled up his boxers and pulled on a pair of flannel pj pants that are on the floor. His hair was all sweaty, his cheeks were flushed red as he walked out the bedroom to to see all the gang sitting in the living room watching tv they didn't even notice him till he spoke.
   "Hey Darry do we have a wrist splint? My wrist feels weird." He asked
"Come here let me look." Darry gestured his hand for Pony to come there.
   "Well If it isn't mr moaner himself say what happened to your wrist, did you go at it too hard." Two bit joked
  "Guess those playboys came in handy after all two. Man the broad on page 23 has some nice body." Pony replied he was getting sassier every day.