Cappuccino was singing a little ditty to himself as he walked towards Café Cinnamon. Upon getting to the door, he went inside and went over to the counter. 


“Cinnamoroll! I’ve come to collect my cinnamon buns!” he called as he licked his lips. 


        A few seconds later, Cinnamoroll came out from the kitchen with a large box in his hands. Cappuccino’s mouth watered as Cinnamoroll sat the box down. Immediately, Cappuccino flung open the box to look at them and was met with a surprise. The box was indeed filled with fresh cinnamon buns, but they all lacked icing. 


Cappuccino stared at the cinnamon buns in disbelief, “Where’s the vanilla icing?” 


Cinnamoroll rubbed the back of his head, “I ran out of ingredients for it and the stores were all sold out of the things I needed. Hope you don’t mind.” 


        Cappuccino grabbed a cinnamon bun and took a huge bite out of it. The bun was gooey and had just the right amount of cinnamon, but without the icing, it was kind of bland. 


“It’s still pretty good all the same,” he remarked, taking another bite out of it. 


“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you,” Cinnamoroll told him. 


“Nah, don’t worry about it, Cin,” Cappuccino retorted. “I can eat them this way.” 


        Despite his insistence, Cinnamoroll was still upset that he gave his friend plain buns. He put his head on the counter as his ears drooped flat on it. 


Cappuccino finished the bun he was eating before patting his friend on the head to console him. As he patted him, he suddenly had an idea. 


“I know how you can ice the buns!” Cappuccino exclaimed. 


“How?” Cinnamoroll said, lifting his head. 


“Just use cum! You can make it, and it’s sticky like icing!” Cappuccino explained. 


“Isn’t that a bit gross?” Cinnamoroll asked. 


“Hey, it’s no different than drinking it right from the source! Besides, it’ll just act like a topping,” Cappuccino replied. 


        Cinnamoroll pondered the idea for a bit before finally agreeing to it. He flew into the kitchen and returned with a small plate and butter knife. Cappuccino put a bun on the plate as Cinnamoroll whipped out his cock. He jumped onto the counter as he kneeled down and aimed his cock at the bun. Once it was in a good position, he began to stroke it. 


        Soon, he began moaning as he stimulated his cock. Cappuccino watched with intent as his friend stroked his cock in front of him. Eventually, it became too much for him and he whipped out his own cock and bean stroking it. Suddenly, Cinnamoroll felt a quiver in his cock and soon he was crying out as he shot his cum onto the cinnamon bun with Cappuccino as his captive audience. 


When the cum died off, Cinnamoroll grabbed the butter knife and began spreading the cum all over it. Cappuccino was right, the cum was similar to icing as it spread over the bun effortlessly. 


“I’ve never tasted my own cum before, so I’m not sure how this will go,” Cinnamoroll warned Cappuccino as he handed the plate to him. 


“Only one way to find out!” Cappuccino said taking the plate and holding the bun up. “Chow time!” 


        With that, Cappuccino chomped down hard on the cinnamon bun which surprised Cinnamoroll. He chewed it in his mouth for a bit to get the flavour before swallowing it down. 


“That was delicious!” Cappuccino remarked, rubbing his belly. “Your cum is quite sweet tasting which helps balance out the spice to make a mélange that is délicieux to my taste buds!” 


Cinnamoroll sat there stunned for a moment, then he smiled at Cappuccino. He was worried it wasn’t going to end well, but when he heard him add French words to his sentence, he knew he had enjoyed it. 


Cappuccino finished the bun as Cinnamoroll asked him if he could try it. He vehemently agreed as he took another bun out and put it on the plate. He then did the same procedure that Cinnamoroll did and soon was moaning as he stroked his cock. After a minute passed, Cappuccino came and poured his cum onto the bun as he cried out loudly. 


When he was through, Cinnamoroll iced the bun with the cum; then took a bite. Cappuccino’s cum had quite a creamy taste to it and almost tasted like custard. Like his cum before, it helped balance out the pure cinnamon taste and create a nice combination of flavours.   


        Cappuccino asked to try a bite, so Cinnamoroll broke off a piece for him. He tossed it in his mouth and was astonished by the great taste of it and asked for another bite. 


        As the two enjoyed their cum bun, Espresso came into the café. 


“What are you two doing in here?” Espresso asked. “I heard Cappuccino yell from outside the building and I wanted to know if anything was amiss.” 


“Oh, I just came is all,” Cappuccino nonchalantly explained. “Hey, do you want to cum on a cinnamon bun?” 


“Do I want to what on a what?!!” Espresso exclaimed. 


“See, I ran out of icing for my cinnamon buns and Cappuccino suggested I use cum to ice them. It’s quite genius!” Cinnamoroll told him. 


Espresso couldn’t believe what Cinnamoroll just told him. He just stared blankly at the two as he tried to take in all that was said. When he did, he figured he might as well try it to humour them. 


Once again, a cinnamon bun was placed on the plate as Espresso got on the counter and took out his cock. He aimed it towards the bun and started to slowly stroke it. Cinnamoroll and Cappuccino watched as Espresso moaned while stimulating his cock. Eventually, he let out a wail as he orgasmed all over the warm bun. As he squirted out the last drop, Cinnamoroll took the bun and spread the cum over it. He then handed it to Cappuccino who took a big bite. 


“Wow! The cum tastes just like espresso!” Cappuccino remarked. 


He broke the bun in half and handed a piece to Cinnamoroll who took a bite of it. Cappuccino was right, true to name, Espresso’s cum tasted just like espresso. It even had a milky texture to it. 


As the two chowed down on their confections, Espresso gazed at them from atop the counter. He could hardly believe that the two were eating a cinnamon bun with his cum as icing. 


“You guys sure are something else,” he remarked as he got off the counter.


He concealed his cock and sac again as he bid the two farewell and wished them luck with their experiment. 


Once the two halves were eaten, Cappuccino sat on the ground as he rubbed his belly.


“Man, all this cum has got me full and horny,” he stated. 


“Want me to help you out there?” Cinnamoroll asked. 


“Sure, Cin,” Cappuccino replied as he laid belly down on the floor. 


Cinnamoroll licked Cappuccino’s butthole before inserting his cock inside. Pretty soon, he was pounding away as the two males moaned with passion. Every time Cinnamoroll thrusted his cock, his sac would hit against Cappuccino’s, which made the brown dog even more horny than before. Finally, Cinnamoroll hit his climax and cried out vigorously as he poured his milk into Cappuccino’s butt. He then stopped thrusting to let the last bit of cum squirt out before pulling out. 


With Cappuccino now at his breaking point, Cinnamoroll wasted no time in getting on all fours and presenting his hole to Cappuccino, who threw his cock in and began thrusting without any lubing done. Cinnamoroll wasn’t worried though as his butt was soft enough to be able to handle the dry thrusting. 


In no time flat, Cappuccino was howling as he stimulated his cock. Again, with every thrust, the sacs banged against each other. Cinnamoroll took a liking to the sensation it provided and expressed it by making satisfied moans. Soon, Cappuccino hit his orgasm, and with a large howl, began filling Cinnamoroll’s ass with his custard like cum. 


He finished a minute later and pulled out utterly exhausted. As Cappuccino sat on the floor catching his breath, Cinnamoroll crawled over to him and kissed his forehead affectionately. The latter then looked in the box. Of the eight he had made, there were only five left. He took another out as he put his back against the counter. 


“I think we’ll have to leave those bare as I’m all cummed out,” Cappuccino told him as he sat next to him. 


“I know. Besides, they aren’t that bad without them,” Cinnamoroll commented as he snapped the bun in two and gave one half to Cappuccino. 


“Not at all!” Cappuccino said as he bit into it. 


The two buddies then toasted with their buns as they sat there happily eating together. 


                                   -The End-