A special breakfast

I awoke early. I bounced out of bed enthusiastic and happy with the night before, I was naked, just the way I liked to sleep. As most mornings, I woke up to my morning wood, which would usually need some care before I could usually get into the day. It is honestly difficult to look so cute with a big boner getting in the way. Normally once I jerk off, my dick get much smaller and it's easy to tuck away. It's perfect for me being a grower. This morning however, I had a mischevious plan I was hoping to be able to pull off. I grabbed something a bit longer, a kind of dressing gown and covered myself up, I was naked beneath, but it helped to allow me to move around without my dick bumping into everything.

I moved past the living room. John was still there, her, was naked with his shorts around his ankles. The cum had dried on his skin, but it was obvious what had been there. I crept past and went to begin my masterful plan. I was going to make a very special breakfast, but the first part of the plan was very important. I grabbed a large mixing bowl from the cabinet and placed it on the table. I then proceeded to open my robe and take out my aching dick. I stroked it slowly building to orgasm. Just before I was ready to let loose, I grabbed the bowl and put it in front of my dick. Then I blasted my cum into the bowl. I kept stroking and milking. In the bowl was a goodly amount, but not as much as I had hoped. So, I took two fingers and gave them a suck and slid them into my ass, with a gasp. I then worked my dick back up to hardness and after a short time I left out a stifled groan as I sent another sticky wad into the bowl, it was less than before, but more than enough to work with.

I worked for about half an hour on some fluffy pancakes and everything I made had a nice dollop of my special sauce added. We would both soon be having a breakfast full of my cum. I am a fan of the taste of cum, I love the saltiness and the scent it gives off, but it can be an acquired taste, so I was sure to have lots of sugary toppings too. When I was almost done with the cooking, I heard John in the other room starting to wake. I quickly, but quietly dashed back to my room. I took off my dressing gown, thankfully my dick was spent for now, so it would be easy enough to hide away. I tucked it between my legs, then I pulled on a very tight and VERY short pair of shorts. I decided not to bother with panties, I was hoping I might be able to release my dick a little easier. Then I pulled a crop top over my head, no bra either. I wanted John to see as much of my body as possible and be dying to see the rest.