A wannabe writefag belatedly appears!
Inspired by >>58347, this took about ten minutes.
It… It wasn’t that he didn’t like him, but unfortunately, with the painfully obvious lack of any valentine’s chocolate, it would seem that way to his crush, who'd be sorely put out and would surely think the worst because he couldn’t even scrounge up enough money to pay for chocolates from a general store.
Which is why he came up with an alternative. His crush wasn’t a big fan of white chocolate, but he absolutely loved milk chocolate. He had come up with a plan that made him proud, bringing a smile to his face after he tried and failed to pull the bright pink dildo from his then bewildered butthole (which was squeezing it to a new shape), panting after the lasts of his moans melted away in the cold air of the kitchen. His copious load he spilled into the little heart shaped tin can like a thick cream, spilling over to the edge and splattering on to the ground when his little cock started to drool whatever he had left in his pouch. It was a shame that some had spilled onto the floor, his stomach when his dick had bobbed during the first burst, and on his stockings too, and even some on his face, but it was okay. There was plenty enough to keep his crush pleased, hopefully, and as long as he kept his secret ingredient handy, the one he planned to dump into the mix with a bit of sugar and a whole lotta love after his balls were emptied out, there would be no worries.
But when he found out he ran out of chocolate mix his plan had fallen to pieces. His load sat in the heart and he pitifully sprinkled sugar into it, reforming his plan with the hopes that, even though his oblivious crush might not like milk he might like his sweet homemade cream.
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