Ponyboy watched his friend disappear off into the distance, leaned on the doorjam at the back of the school. He was troubled, and concerned about his friend, but as is often the case with guys their age, another issue soon intruded into his thoughts. He was horny as hell, had been for days, and now was the perfect chance to take care of it. He quickly discarded the idea of doing anything in the school, in case Johnny came back soon, and headed off into the woods himself. He made sure to go off in a different direction from Johnny. He didn't make it far-the hormones would not allow that-and soon was behind a tree with his pants around his ankles, masturbating furiously. His thoughts started with Cherry, one of his usual fantasies about them having sex…but by the end he found himself thinking about the kiss with Johnny. It had been so long that he was very quickly at the crisis point, fist flying and back arched as he shot all over the ground and plants. When he had recovered from the intense orgasm, he looked around sheepishly at the empty woods, pulled his pants back up, and hiked the short distance back to the school.

In the clarity that always comes after climax, Pony started thinking about Johnny and their situation, and started putting a few things together. Was Johnny interested in him as more than a friend? Did HE have a crush on his best friend? He had just thought about his friend's lips while masturbating, for heaven's sakes. What was going on?

Johnny roamed the woods deep in thought, trying to make sense of things. Could anything good come of his attraction to his best friend? Surely the best thing would be to just bury his feelings and accept that Ponyboy was obviously very straight. He didn't want to lose their friendship, above all else.

In the end he decided that he had to be honest with Ponyboy. They were close enough for that. Pony surely wouldn't hold it against him, even if he did not feel the same. Mind made up, Johnny headed back in the direction of the school.

When he got back, Ponybody met him in the door, and gave him a huge hug, holding on tightly for several seconds. When they finally pulled apart, Johnny looked at him with a question on his face.

"What was that for?"

"I was worried about you, Johnny. It's gonna be dark soon. You never take off like that."

Johnny looked down at his feet for a moment, then back up at his friend with a determined look on his face.

"Ponyboy, I…"

The rest was cut off as Ponyboy shushed him, and leaned in for a kiss. Caught totally off guard, Johnny did not participate right away. But this was not the timidity of their first kiss...Ponyboy was kissing him passionately this time, and soon Johnny began to reciprocate, although he was still confused.

They eventually came apart panting, and Ponyboy looked at Johnny with a smile.

"What the…what…what was that about?" Johnny sputtered.

"I'll tell you, but first, you have to answer a question. Totally honestly." Ponyboy's smile by this point was mischievous.

"Okay…."

"Did you jerk off while you were in the woods just now?"

"What? No, of course not!" Johnny exclaimed defensively, shaking his head vigorously. Now he was even more confused.

"Ya, well I did, and I feel a lot better now. We've got to get you fixed up too."

"Pony, what in the hell are you talking about?"

"Hush Johnny," Pony said absently, moving closer again and renewing the kiss. This time it was accompanied by hands that roved all over Johnny's back, and then down to his bottom, squeezing and pulling him closer. Johnny quickly had a raging erection, and Pony soon moved his hands around to the front, massaging him through his jeans and eliciting a needy moan.

After rubbing him through his jeans for a while, while kissing on his neck, Pony unbuckled his pants and slid them down to Johnny's ankles. His underwear soon followed, leaving Johnny's erection exposed. He then came back up and started kissing Johnny again, while wrapping his right hand around Johnny's shaft and starting to move gently up and down.

"Pony…" Johnny breathed.

"I know," Ponyboy answered, starting to quicken the pace a bit.

Johnny was soon moaning against his mouth, and moving his hips in time to Ponyboy's strokes. He was rapidly losing control. He had never experienced pleasure close to this by himself. His friend was expertly getting him off.

"Oh Pony, oh fuck, don't stop!"

Soon Johnny was loudly moaning and calling out, not caring who heard. His orgasm came crashing down on him, sending waves of pleasure through his body, and sending the initial shots several feet out onto the dusty ground, before starting to spill out onto Pony's still furiously pumping hand. He could not remember ever coming so hard, or shooting so far.

When it finally began to wane and Pony had slowed his strokes to a crawl, Johnny collapsed dizzily onto his friend. Ponyboy laughed and held him for a minute, then helped him pull up his pants and sit down.

For a moment they sat in shocked silence, then Johnny loudly exclaimed, "okay, what THE FUCK was that?!" Ponyboy started laughing hysterically, and soon Johnny joined in.