My lover was still snoring away happily in our bed, his massive pectorals and ripped abs still crusted with the remains of our lovemaking last night. I, as usual, was up and in the kitchen, making him cinnamon rolls for breakfast. Already cookies were baking and I had a chocolate cake ready to go into the oven, for my lover had an almost insatiable sweet tooth. I think the only thing I could be envious of with Thomas was that no matter what fattening thing he'd eat, it never seemed to 'stick' to his body. Of course, he was a physical education Master's holder, an ACE certified private trainer and worked out with his clients almost six days a week. Other than the voracious sweet tooth of his, he ate very healthy and wisely and I'd adjusted to his meal pattern with excellent results as well. Today was Sunday, one reason he was still abed as well as having been fucked completely out last night by me. Oh, did I mention that MY voracious appetite was for sex?

Thomas was physically fit, so my sexual appetites were kept well satiated, and he loved me so much that even on those evenings that he'd worked himself into the ground he'd happily go to bed with me and satisfy me, even if it meant some wild acrobatic stunts. I loved watching his muscles flex and work hard as we made athletic love in our big king bed, on the floor, in the bathroom, you get the picture. He installed a dishwasher almost the day after we'd first moved into this little house, since I'd all but raped him the night before as he stood at the sink washing the dishes. He told me later that the scent of dishwashing liquid now makes him very horny.

It was this willingness to satisfy my cravings for sex and the deep love behind it that had me up at the ass crack of dawn to make my lover's sweet treats for the next few days. I rolled out the dough for a second batch of cinnamon rolls when I had an idea and, after the dough was prepared, I buttered and sugared it just as the recipe required. This particular batch, however, would be a bit different, and I wondered as I whipped up the creamy filling and topping if he'd notice...

...Thomas staggered naked into the kitchen as the first batch of cinnamon rolls exited the oven. "Wow, are those for me?" he said as he came up behind and hugged me against his body. "I love you, Mike!"

I laughed and managed to turn around to pull the big lug into a nice 'good morning' kiss. "You just love me because I can make you sweet things!"

"You're the sweetest thing in here, Mike!" He kissed me again and ran his hands over my naked back, his hands slipping into the boxers I'd pulled on when I got up. "What's with the clothing? Don't you want me to give you some love?"

His cock had been poking my crotch for the last ten minutes, as if hoping to find my hole nearby and deciding to get his buddy awake to play with. My cock was, as usual, ready for action in less then five minutes, and with a little moan of assent, bent over the cooling cinnamon rolls, let him drop my boxers to the ground and slip his dick into me. For some wonderful reason, my ass and his cock always seemed to fit perfectly, even when we left out the lubricant, so he was quite able to pound my love button and leave me his own filling in less than fifteen minutes. "That was great, Mike!" he whispered as he lay across me, his cock still buried in my ass and his hands stroking my chest and abs. He looked around me at the rolls, where a jet of my cum had managed to streak one although I'd tried to aim away from the food. "Now, this is what I call a tasty frosting!" he chortled as he reached around me and grabbed the cum covered roll. He slowly pulled out and away from me, helping me stand back up and then gave me a deep kiss in thanks before he walked to the bathroom to clean up, eating that cum soaked roll with as much relish as he did when he sucked out the filling of my cock. I grinned, feeling very pleased and stuck the batch of special rolls into the oven.

One thing I liked to do was shower with Thomas and so, when I got to the bathroom, he'd waited for me by getting his shave completed, nodding to me as I got the shower water to the temperature we liked and then hopped in. Thomas joined me a few minutes earlier, his strong body under my hands in no time with the scented bar of soap we liked going over his pecs, abs and crotch. Thomas had caught on very early in our relationship that I loved the feel of his body against mine and his hands on me, so when we showered he would always wait patiently for me to get him all soapy from his neck to his mid thighs, then when I turned towards the spray he'd press his body against mine, taking the soap and then lathering my front with his strong hands. His soapy torso he would rub against my back and ass, our version of washing both sides of me at the same time! Oh man, this usually got me to cum, and almost always for Thomas, and this time was no exception, his cock erupting into the suds between my ass cheeks and my cock coating the wall in front of me. We rinsed off and dried each other off, then strolled naked into the kitchen to get the special batch out of the oven to cool.

I had a bowl of the special frosting ready and put a good tablespoon onto each roll, Thomas working his way through the first set while I finished frosting the special batch. We had mutually agreed that he could devour as many of the cinnamon rolls he liked, but other things I made were to last more than one helping. Since I made multiple batches of cinnamon rolls at a time, he could easily eat half of one batch and half the other if they were different. He could see these were, and had stopped at his halfway mark waiting for me to finish frosting the rolls.

"Those are very different looking than this other batch," he said, thoughtfully, "although they still look really, really good!"

I grinned at him and proudly handed him one, still a bit hot from the oven and causing the frosting to dribble a bit down the sides, just the way he really liked them. Thomas took a bite, then chewed, his face erupting in a huge grin as he shoved the rest into his mouth and then, swallowing, said, "That's the best and sweetest roll I've ever eaten, Mike! What's in it?"

I pointed to the little bit of cum that was on the table. "You always told me that I was the sweetest tasting thing you'd ever eaten, lover, so I thought I'd use some of my cum to make these rolls." I told him how I'd jacked off twice while I watched him sleeping, both times catching my liquid into a bowl and incorporating it as the flavoring along with the other ingredients for a regulation sweet roll. "I must say, I'd never cum as much as I did while I thought of how happy you'd be with both of your favorite sweet things together in one roll."

Thomas ate a second one thoughtfully, then grinned again and said, "Yep, that does seem like your flavor in there, but I think I better make sure." He carefully moved the baked goods from the table to the counter, then pushed me backwards onto the table. "I'll just have to sample the flavoring agent myself to be completely sure," he said as he pulled my legs apart and sucked my hardening cock into his mouth. His expert finger worked its way into me to stimulate my love button, and soon I was giving him all the flavoring agent he could want.

He rolled it around on his tongue like he was sampling a fine wine, then took a bite of another special sweet roll. "You know," he said as he kissed my cock and then my lips, "I believe they are the same, however I'll just have to keep sampling for myself throughout the day. I hope you have enough of the flavoring agent for this testing."

In response my cock popped to full glory again, dribbling a little bit of precum that he licked up from my belly and sucked a bit from my piss slit. "Yes, I think you do. Shall we continue extracting in a more comfortable testing facility?" I nodded and he picked me up, carrying me to the bedroom and put me on the bed. He left briefly and returned with a plate of the special rolls, grinning at me as he set them on the bed beside us.

Placing one on my belly next to my cock, he grinned and pulled me up to fucking position, slipping his cock into me and starting a nice slow fucking rhythm. He bent forward and nibbled a bit on my ear, kissed me passionately and continued fucking, my cock pushed into the confection on my belly with his pumping at me.

"Thomas, I didn't know you had a food kink," I whispered between my groans and squeaks of pleasure, "What the hell is a roll doing stuck to my cock?"

He laughed and as he pounded me into another orgasm said, "Well, I like my frosting freshly whipped..."