Gay Whipped Cream Stories

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Whipped Cream

by lexxjld on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

(also known as horny_dad or lexxjld on some sites) ==== Stuttgart in Germany has several underground shopping centres, built as part of their metro system. Thoughtfully, they've also provided public toilets, some ideal for cottaging. One such is on the outside of an underground section, the entrance door facing the castle park -- excellent for just lazing...

Focus, Denial and Whipped Cream

by naradragonfly on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

Dedicated to Mandy, for being my inspiration. * He walks in like he owns the place—which, in a way, he does. "You look cheerful," I comment. "Finally figure out that stick up your ass has a vibrate function?" He smirks, coming over to lean against the entrance to my cubicle. "I got a promotion." I lean back in my chair, casual, letting my eyes drift ove...

Coffee and Cream

by Ken Nitsua on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

COFFEE AND CREAM by K. Nitsua. Revised version copyright 2008 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another former print story of mine, back in a revised version. I went to college at a large state university and when I graduated I was lucky enough to get an entry-level position with a local company. I loved my job, though it meant putting on a tie to go to work....

Rewriting Singularity Ch. 13

by el_wing on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Hec was walking funny. I think it was either that last piece of pumpkin pie with three dollops of whipped cream or that last piece of me-- I didn't come with whipped cream though-- still, I knew we could both fit in that bathtub, and he did say I tasted a bit like whipped topping, maybe Reddi wip. I told him "I'd rather be topping then whipped," but then I a...

Sugar Heart Ch. 01

by tamgreen on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

I clamped my hands snugly around my enormous cup of coffee, letting it warm them as I idly absorbed the noises of the bustling shop around me. Friends laughing together, cashiers taking orders, machines hissing, baristas stirring, pouring, squirting fluffy mountains of whipped cream over tooth-achingly sweet creations. These noises blended together with the...

Just A Cup Of Coffee

by strokin951 on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

Several years ago, immediately after college, I went to work on a North Sea oil rig as a macho right of passage, before settling into the real world. The life was mostly what it is portrayed to be: Hard work, long days, tough weather and larger than life, hairy-assed guys. There were no women on the rigs at that time; there are now, so I am told. Everything...

Are You Game? Ch. 03

by 2ndAlias on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Conference Championships ---Sunday That morning, Ben texted first thing in the morning and urged me to come over early. When I arrived, he led me to the kitchen and pulled out a few spray cans of whipped cream from the fridge. "For the games this afternoon," he said with a sly smile. "We're having sundaes?" I asked. "No," he said, shaking his head...

Tres Leches

by Ken Nitsua on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

*Tres leches (three-milk) cake, for those who might be unfamiliar with Mexican cuisine, is a traditional Mexican/South American dessert, consisting of a sponge or other firm yellow cake that is soaked after baking with a mixture of evaporated milk, condensed milk, and heavy cream, then chilled. In some versions the third milk is coconut milk. The finished ca...

Anonymous

by Yvie on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

That boy. He came into my coffee shop one day, pulled a stool out from under the counter, and sat with his chin resting on his hand. Looking at me with wide dark eyes, he smiled slightly. I was busy, distracted. I turned off the steamer but forgot to wipe the handle. In the midst of filling another order, I asked him what he wanted. I made him a mocha, deco...

Fiery Heat Ch. 08

by adjoaq on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas *** "Wake up sleepy head. What are you, Sleeping Beauty? Get up you slacker...it's almost noon!" Tristan heard Adriana's voice in his sleep and felt fingers gently stroking his hair. He pried his eyelids open to see his sister sitting at the edge of his bed with a tray. The aroma c...