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"Puber-" Darry looked at me for a moment. "The awkward stage"

"Oh" Then realisation dawned on his face. "Ooh"

"What's the awkward stage" I questioned, my eyebrows pulling together.

"The awkward stage is where everything changes; your voice, your... hair... things start getting bigger, especially your dick-"

"Soda!" Darry exclaimed.

"Anyway, your voice starts to go deeper, you start having great dreams about girls that makes your hor-"

"I think I can take it from here Pepsi" Darry frowned, looking at my red face. "Pony, you're growing up it's okay. When you masturbate-"

"What's masturbate" I wondered

"Masturbating is what you were doing to yourself this morning"

"Darry caught you wacking off!" Soda laughed, throwing himself back on me, his smile from ear to ear.

"Darry!" I yelled out, kicking him with the ball of my foot.

"It's alright Pony!" Soda exclaimed hurriedly, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "He caught me to, in the shower. Oh and I caught him"

"You did it too?" I asked, looking up at Darry with wide eyes.

"Yeah, he did; to a Marilyn Munroe picture in his room when he was 15."

"Enough Sodapop" Darry warned, he gave soda a stern look.

"Look Pone... don't go rushing into any kind of relationship because its considered cool or the in thing. It's not, and you should save it for someone you truly care about"

"Save what?"

"Your virginity... you know" There was an awkward silence for a moment. "Just how much did mum and dad get into about sex?"

"Nothin' really, Two-bit told me some stuff about 'Blondes having big tits'-"

"I'm gonna fucking kill that kid" Darry growled out. Don't listen to anything that idiot says, do you hear?"

"Yeah"

"Good"

"Hey pony, who were you thinking of when you were y'know..." Soda wiggled his eyebrows at me, poking me in the ribs.

"That's none of your business"

"Was it Cherry Valance, I know you had a crush on the redhead"

"It wasn't her!"

"Oh yeah, who then?"

"Darry, tell him to leave me alone!"

"Oh come on, don't be so sensitive. I was just wonderin"

"Well stop, cuz I ain't telling ya"

Biting my lip as my hand drifted to my hard penis, grasping it in my palm as I stroked myself, groaning in pleasure as I remembered my previous dreamed that I starred in only 7 minutes ago. My finger traced the head of my weeping dick.

"Mmm..." I moaned out, unable to help myself; the blankets were at my ankles, my undies to my thighs as my hand continued to bob up and down.

"Oh god..." I felt a strange urge to do something...

"Hey Pony, have you seen my-" it was soda who barged in... but I guess you cant really blame him- it is his room too, he was accompanied by Steve, great, just great.

"Holy shit!" Steve said, his eyebrows rising up "Didn't think the kid had it in him- in fact I thought the little shit was gay!"

I quickly pulled the sheet up. "Go fuck yourself Steve!" I shouted. "I'm so sick of you being an asshole to me all the time! Why do you hate me so much, Steve, huh?" Silence followed as Sodapop looked sadly between me and his friend. "Just get out!" I was embarrassed enough but he just had to do that and add fuel to the fire.

"Don't talk to me like that! I'll hit you, I swear to god I will, you little sh-"

"Steve" Sodapop said in anger. Soda was never angry at Steve.

"Just get-!" I stopped as my voice went up a few octaves higher than normal.

"Steve, let's go" Soda said, pushing him out the door and closing it behind him.