Wyatt's POV

I sighed as Jonesy bragged about his new job. Something about an Ice-cream parlor, I don't know. I was trying to patch up my own dilemma. I was gay. Serena made me realize that girls are all drama and shit. Guys understand me! They don't talk about makeup, clothes, and… EW! I personally don't like people who act girly-er than me… NOT THAT I'M GIRLY! I'm just… a little feminine… I need coffee. "I'm going… Bye…" I got up and turned toward the coffee shop.

"Hey Wyatt, can you help me lock up afterwards? You've done it thousands of times."

"Oh… ok? Sure." I blinked, turning away.

Jonesy's POV

I smirked, watching a hot piece of ass walk away. MY hot piece of ass.

"Excellent" I smirked. I can't wait for closing!

~later at closing~

I leaned against the frame of the door as I waited for Wyatt. I chuckled darkly as he rounded the corner. "Hey Wyatt! What's up dude?" I asked coolly.

"Nothing much." He shrugged those slim, femmy shoulders, "Now, where are the keys?"

"Keys?" I asked innocently. He sighed and looked around.

"Maybe it's over here?" He bent over, exposing as full ass to me. Damn my tight pants. I got an evil idea. I pushed my hand against his bare lower back, as I slid his pants down.

"J-Jonesy?" My lovely sex toy moaned my name.

I glided my hand over his shaft, hardening at my gentle touch. If he thought this was good-. My thoughts were interrupted as he whimpered. "J-Jonesy! Please! D-don't tease." Oh it's as if I was shocked by a bolt of pleasure. My brain formulated a plan. I grabbed an ice-cream scope. Wyatt whined without my touch. I scoped a big ball of chocolate, first bring it to my lips, savoring the taste, 'I wonder if Wyatt taste like chocolate…' I brought the scoop to his cock, rubbing the confectionary back and forth.

"AHH! C-COLD!" He shivered as his sensitive organ was coated in ice-cream. His moans fired me up and I flipped him over, taking him is my mouth. He grunted and moaned until tears welled up in his eyes. I knew he was close so I pulled away, not expecting to be pulled back down. "No! More!"

I chuckled and bit him softly. He yelped in pain, letting my head go. I smirked looking down at the ice-cream scoop. It wasn't quite as thick as my length so I licked it quickly before pushing it in his puckered hole. He screamed a throaty scream as pain welled in his 'derrière'. I waited awhile so his voice was nothing but a whimper. I pushed the utensil deep into him, striking his prostate. His pain turned to pleasure and he started to scream again. I pulled out the scoop and replaced it with my cock. The warm, tightness squeezed me until I couldn't take it anymore. My jizz overflowed, spilling out of the cute round ass. I pulled out and slapped his ass. 'That's going to be sore tomorrow' I chuckled. He stood up to reveal a WALL of jizz on the counter. He gave me a pouty look to say, "You better let me help you tomorrow."

~The next day~

Crap. Fired from another job… Oh Well! I still got Wyatt's house!