Shit, Johnny, I thought, I hadn't even kissed a girl yet. I couldn't believe my quiet, shy best friend would be the first one I'd kiss.
Not that I hadn't considered it before, all that time we'd spent alone together in the lot, and at my house when my brothers were both working. I'd wondered what it would be like to kiss him.
I opened my eyes. His were closed, his black eyelashes were so long they brushed against his cheeks.
His hand had snaked down and grabbed hold of my cock and he squeezed it slightly, then went in a steady up and down motion, and I started breathing faster.
"Johnny," I said, breathless. He grinned at me. I wondered if he'd done this before. Maybe he had. I'd never seen him show much interest in girls. Shoot, he was the same age as Soda, and Soda'd been fooling around with girls for a long time. He'd check 'em out when they walked by, whistle and maybe wink at 'em. Johnny never even seemed to notice them.
My head fell back as Johnny quickened the pace, and he kissed me again, a strong and slow kiss, his tongue exploring. I arched my back, liking the feel of his hand around me, his tongue in my mouth.
"Johnny, God…"
"Hey, Pony," he said, something playful in his voice, "did I ever tell you you're cute?"
Cute? I closed my eyes again, feeling the cold air all around us, feeling Johnny's weight on me, feeling the steady motion of his hand. I'd get close to going and he'd stop, break the rhythm, then start again. Yep, I thought, he's done this before.
"Oh shit Johnny oh God…" And I went, all over everything. He kissed me and I felt his hands in my hair.
"Like that?" he asked softly, looking at me with those eyes. The darkest eyes I'd ever seen.
"Yeah," I said, pulling up my pants, zipping them quick. I leaned back against the church and he laid down, his head in my lap. He crossed his legs at the ankles and I noticed how scuffed up and destroyed those black sneakers of his were.
I touched his hair again, black and wet and clean. I traced the scar on his cheek and he closed his eyes when I did that.
"Did it hurt, Johnny?" I said, my finger still lightly touching his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked at the cloudless sky. Since we found him in the lot that day none of us had ever spoken about it.
"I don't really remember it, Pony," he said, but I thought he might be lying.
"Oh," It was kinda nice, sitting here with him. I felt tired in a nice way from the orgasm. I wanted to make him have an orgasm, too.
"Johnny?"
"Yeah?" He sounded kind of sleepy, too.
"Did you ever do stuff like this before, stuff with boys?"
"Yeah," He said it calmly, kind of matter of fact. For some reason I felt this crazy excitement, thinking about him kissing other boys, or doing God knew what with them.
"What about girls?" I said, tracing his hair line with my finger.
"What about girls?" he echoed back, but not mad. Still kind of sleepy. He closed his eyes and smiled a little cause he liked how I was touching near his hair.
"I mean, don't ya like girls at all?" Cause I did. I thought they were cute and smelled good and I wanted to kiss them, too.
"Hmmmm. Never really thought about it, Pony. I guess not,"