Late

Late

by Adele

Adam opened the door as quietly as he could, but he was immediately accosted just the same.

"Where the hell have you been?" Rod demanded.

"I know I'm late. I should have called. I'm – "

"What is that on your shirt? Is that blood? Are you hurt?" Rod's expression changed from irritation to alarm and he was across the room like a shot. He grabbed Adam's shirt and then his expression changed again – this time to puzzlement.

"This isn't blood. This is chocolate." Rod stated flatly.

"I stopped for ice cream on the way home," Adam said in a small voice.

Hand Cranked

Hand Cranked

by Lou

My poor boy. Look at him, so sore, so tired.

"Roobbb, my arms are killing me", he moaned.

Now, there is a reason I try to steer him clear of garage sales, and the old hand-cranked ice cream maker seemed at first sight to fall squarely into the category of "useless crap that will clutter up the house". But looking at, tasting, the results, I was willing to admit my error.

Grinning, I raised the spoon to my lips, slowly licking off the creamy strawberry goodness. He looked interested and groaned.

"Such a shame your hands don't work, my love."

Ice Cream

   

The Contest by Lady Jodie

Hand Cranked by Lou
Hot Fudge, Jack by Carol

To Great a Temptation by Lady Jodie

Late by Adele

Deliciously Ugly

Deliciously Ugly 

by Lou

"You are supposed to eat it, not fellate it", I pointed out helpfully, grabbing a cushion from the couch, plopping my bum down on the floor. 

Rob grinned and aimed a lazy cuff at the back of my head, slurping at the chocolate mess as he did so.

"Shurrup", he mumbled, eyes glazed as he enjoyed the rare treat. Too healthy by half I would say, but then again, I would.

Leaning back against his leg, I turned my head and offered a hopeful look. "Give us a bite? Roobbbbbb."

Moaning happily, he blew me a kiss and kept chomping.

Hot Fudge, Jack

Hot Fudge, Jack

By Carol

Jay spread out the plastic sheet on the floor, making sure the ice cream, hot fudge sauce, nuts, cherries, sprinkles and whatever else would go with his idea were in easy reach. He lay naked as the day he was born, and waiting until he heard the door open.  He gave his lover a hungry look and gently shook the whip cream can.  He licked his lips. "I'm waiting for my bowl," he called with a sexy voice.