Pay the Toll - Mike and Steve

"Hey Dingus, your kids are back."

Steve stuck his head out from the backroom at Scoops Ahoy to see the Party gathered expectantly at the counter. It was Friday night, and he had figured they would be coming by.

"Alright, who's paying the toll?" Steve asked, trying to hide his excitement with an indifferent tone.

"Seriously?" Dustin said. "The movies about to start."

"Then choose quick. You know the deal; you can pay here, or you can go to the ticket counter like everyone else."

"Fine, I'll pay," Mike said, stepping around the counter and heading for the backroom with Steve.

"Make it quick," Dustin shouted after him, "We still need to get popcorn and find good seats."

Mike flipped him off as the door swung shut behind him.

"So how do you want it?" Steve asked, his back turned to Mike. "Chocolate? Whip Cream? Maybe some sprinkles?"

"I don't care. Let's just get this over with."

If he was honest with himself, a part of Mike didn't mind paying Steve's fee. The act itself didn't bother him, it was how excited he felt afterwards that left him a little confused. At least El promised to pay him back any time Mike paid the toll.

"Okay, clean me up," Steve said with a laugh as he turned around to face Mike.

The waistband of his blue uniform shorts had been tucked under his balls, and all eight inches of his cock were standing at attention, smothered end to end in chocolate sauce. Mike got down on his knees, rearranging his own stiffening member as he settled in front of Steve. Reaching out with his tongue, Mike swirled his way around the tip, beginning to clear away the sweet, sticky mess. Thankfully it was the syrup the came away easy; hot fudge took a lot more work. Wrapping his lips around the head, Mike began to sink deeper, his tongue cleaning every inch as he went.

As he reached as far as his mouth could take, Mike began to bob his head slowly, his lips dragging up the length of his shaft as he did so. His mouth was watering at the salty-sweet taste and he started to force it deeper, his tongue exploring every inch of Steve as he did so. When he decided he couldn't reach any further, he pulled off, licking slowly down the sides, making sure to get every last drop of the sauce.

Looking up, he saw Steve's eyes were closed, his head rolled back, enjoying the feelings and lost in the moment. He let out a deep groan as Mike drug his tongue back up the sensitive underside of the shaft and sank his lips back around. The sauce was gone, but Mike knew that wasn't the end of it. He bobbed his head, sinking deep on the shaft each time, and then pulled back, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. Salty precum dribbled down the back of Mike's throat and he readied himself for what was about to happen.

Wrapping his hands around Mike's head, Steve held him in place as he started to thrust his hips, fucking Mike's soft, encouraging lips. When Mike started to gag - a beautiful sound to his ears - Steve backed off and let the boy catch his breath, before starting again. Mike could tell he was getting close by the rapid moans escaping his throat on each thrust, and the muscles tensing up in his hips.

The next time Steve pulled back, Mike drew a deep breath and took over, bobbing his head rapidly, swirling his tongue hungrily around the head of Steve's cock. Moments later he was rewarded with a blast of cum in the back of his throat. He swallowed hard, the next shot following close behind. He got it all down, continuing to slowly milk Steve's cock with his lips until he felt him start to go soft.

While Steve caught his breath and stuffed himself back into his shorts, Mike stood up and did his best to rearrange his own stiff cock to a less obvious position. Once he was satisfied it wasn't noticeable, he stuck his head out of the breakroom.

"Okay, let's go."

The other's filed into the backroom and out into the service hallway, eager to get to their movie. As they passed, none of them made eye contact with Mike, both grateful and embarrassed for what they knew had just happened. The other boys had paid the toll in the past, but it tended to be Mike more often that not that took one for the Party. As El came in, she wrapped Mike in her arms and planted a quick kiss to his lips, a hint of chocolate still flavoring his skin.

"Thank you," she whispered as they headed off to the movie arm in arm.

"Alright, if they're going to keep doing this," Robin began from the doorway as she watched Steve lock the back entrance, "I want in. Next time, I'm collecting the toll. I want that redhead."