All characters involved in sexual content are 18+
Zach was sitting, naked, on the kitchen counter eating a bowl of ice cream for breakfast. The morning sunlight through the kitchen window illuminated his smooth back in a golden light.
Wyatt waited on the other side of the room, also naked, his wrists still bound in front of him, and Zach's cum was still dripping down his leg.
The house was quiet other than the clink of Zach's spoon against the bowl.
"How many houses have you robbed?" Zach asked, slipping another spoonful of vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup into his mouth.
Wyatt swallowed and looked away and said, "This was the first one."
Zach laughed, "So you're not a very good robber, huh?"
"Burglar, technically."
Zach raised an eyebrow and took another scoop of ice cream.
"Robbers use force or threats of violence. Burglars just break into places."
"Do they teach that at robber school?"
"I was an English major."
"No money in books?"
Wyatt shrugged.
"So why are you burgluring? What do you need the money for?"
"I just don't have a lot of options. I help out at a men's shelter, I do deliveries. That's where I got the van to come out here."
"You work at a men's shelter? Is the dating scene that bad?"
Wyatt chuckled with him but answered, "No, it's just where I'm staying and they can pay a little for the driver, and I wanted to help out. I haven't been able to get another job."
Zach put down his empty bowl. "Why are you staying at the shelter? Where's your family?"
Wyatt blushed and shifted his bare feet uncomfortably, "I think they're probably at their home having Christmas. They didn't want me staying there. Because I'm... you know."
Silence fell between them for a moment. Wyatt looked around a bit and then up at Zach when he hadn't said anything.
"So what do I owe you for the... you know." Zach poked fingers from one hand through a hole of fingers on the other.
Wyatt didn't exactly grow up next to a brothel price list, so he just threw it back to Zach, "What was it worth to you?"
Zach smirked and jumped off the counter top. He walked towards Wyatt, his naked feet silent on the heated tile floor. He stepped so close that his cock bumped against Wyatt's bound fingers. "It was the worst sex I've ever had," he said.
Wyatt was confused for a moment but saw something mischievous in Zach's expression and he asked, "Was it the only sex you've ever had?"
Zach smiled, "Maybe."
Wyatt wrapped his fingers around Zach's growing cock and said, "Well you did pretty well for a first timer. I'd give it a seven out of ten."
"You wanted to get paid, right?"
"Nine out of ten."
Zach chuckled and shook his head in disbelief at what he was doing, but he stepped back letting Wyatt's fingers slip off his cock. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen block. Wyatt flinched. Zach ignored him and pulled Wyatt's bound hands towards him to slit the duct tape with the knife, ripping off the tape and dropping it on the counter. He put the knife back in place as Wyatt rubbed his free wrists.
"Thank you."
"Fuck it. It's Christmas. Come with me." He grabbed Wyatt's hand and he led them through the dark house.
His dad's office was at the end of the hall. Its dark wood interior and leather books reeked lawyer vibes, but Zach appreciated that his dad still had a candy jar. He grabbed a red sucker and slipped off the plastic wrapper before popping the candy in his mouth. He crouched down behind the desk and started pulling open drawers.
Wyatt watched from the doorway, still naked, and still unsure of where all of this was going to end up. Then Zach approached him holding a thick wad of cash.
Zach grabbed Wyatt's hand and stuffed the cash into it. He smirked at Wyatt's stunned expression.
Doing a rough count, Wyatt guessed he was holding well over three thousand dollars. It was enough for the security deposit and at least two months rent on the apartment he'd been looking at. It was an absolute game-changing amount of money for him, and Zach's dad had had it just laying around in a drawer.
Zach rolled the sucker between his lips and pulled it out by the stick to say, "My parents left me behind on our family Christmas holiday. They won't notice some cash missing."
A bit of pressure was building in Wyatt's chest and he really didn't want to cry while he was naked in a stranger's home with another naked boy in front of him. He tried to think of something to say, but his mouth just hung open, unable to form the words.
Zach slipped the sucker between Wyatt's lips and stepped closer to him and said, "But I want my money's worth."
He slipped to his knees on the carpet and wrapped his lips around Wyatt's dick. With the flavour of the cherry candy still on his tongue, Zach started to suck the semi to a full erection. He slid his hands around Wyatt's hips and ass and relished the feeling of a thick warm cock prodding the back of his mouth.
Wyatt held the cash in one hand and ran the fingers of the other through Zach's short hair. He tasted Zach's saliva on the sucker in his mouth and let his thoughts wash away in the exquisite feeling of Zach's tongue on his cock.
Zach was eager to finally be sucking on a dick, and other than the strain keeping his jaw so wide it was surpassing all his hopes. He felt his naked body tingling as he tasted Wyatt's precum drips. He pressed his nose against Wyatt's stomach and slid back to breath in the scent of sweat and sex.
The blowjob was pulling Wyatt in, as if Zach wasn't satisfied just sucking his dick and wanted to suck in his entire body. Wyatt braced himself with one hand on the door frame as Zach held his ass with both hands and thrust his head faster and faster.
With the raw feeling of his recently-fucked ass, the firm pressure of Zach's sucking throat and clawing hands, and the warm wad of cash in his hand, Wyatt felt himself breaking the dam and he flooded Zach's throat with cum.
Zach pulled away, his back up against the cool wood door frame. With a few spurts of cum on his tongue he was surprised by one more squirt across his face. He swallowed Wyatt's load and toyed with the salty residue on his taste buds.
Wyatt looked down and saw the streak of cum across Zach's smiling face, his slim hairless chest rising with deep breaths, his knees on the carpet, and his hard cock pointing out between his thighs. It was an extraordinarily beautiful sight.
"Fuck," said, Wyatt, "Do I have to pay you now?"
Zach smiled up at him and licked the cum off his lips. "I'm sure we can satisfy everyone."
Wyatt smiled.
Then the front door opened.
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