Hi everyone. This is my first attempt at a sort of anecdotal story, to see how it goes and all that. Of course, its elaborated on a little for the sake of spectacle.

Maybe I go on to doing something a bit more, full on stories.

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I'd just got home from a five mile run, my white t-shirt slick down the back and see through. I slipped it off as I stepped in through my front door, slipped off my running shoes and socks inside the hallway - I'd deal with them later - and walked barefoot into the kitchen. I slipped off my t shirt, it sticking to my skin as I did so. I took off my baggy black over shorts and slung both into the washing machine.

I was still in my blue under armour shorts as I went into the bathroom for a shower. I liked the sky blue and they felt good, lightly hugging my skin and holding me in place. I liked the stretch of them too.

My boyfriend too.

I pulled back the shower curtain and there he was, hidden, waiting for me to come home.

"So there you are!" he called, a smirk playing across his lips, a playful twinkle in his eye. "I thought you might like some ice cream to help cool you down." he reached forwards, and tugged at my black waistband, pulling it inches away from my skin and letting it snap back against my hip.

"You're coming with me." He said hooking his thumb into my waistband and led me out into the garden.

On the garden table, eight tubs of ice cream stood. The lids were off and there was an almost even mix of Chocolate, Strawberry and Vanilla. They must have been put out only a slender few minutes before I got home as they still looked frozen.

"Sit there." My boyfriend shoved me down onto one of the garden chairs.

I'd not seen the pies on the seat and foam oozed up, around my buttocks. I could feel it ooze about the top of my thighs and up though my genitals. But, something cool soak through.

"I knew you liked a bit of custard." he smirked

He picked up one of the ice cream tubs and he tugged open my shorts. The waistband stretch twelve inches away from my abdomen. He upended the tub and a pink block gently slid out and plopped against my junk.

I gasped. It was still freezing.

He turned, picked up another, pulled open my shorts again and a light brown brick slid in, sliding to one side in my shorts, starting to form around the top of my right thigh.

A vanilla block was dropped in and slid to the left. The previous chocolate and strawberry blocks were melting. Icy cream dribbled between my legs.

Another vanilla block came,stacking up in the middle, weighing the pink block below it down. It slid passed my cock, cupping my balls with its slithery coldness.

A five block. This time chocolate stack up inside my shorts in short order and my boyfriend had to reach down and gently pushed the blocks down.

They were beginning to melt through my shorts, turning the making them shine in places a pale purple or with darker stains

Another pink block was dumped in and my boyfriend had to push that down too. The cold mass was reshaping itself with my body heat to better fit into my shorts. I could feel it slither against me, oozing to ether side of my lap, over my hips.

"Neopolitan for last!" he called, excitedly. "My favourite!"

My waistband had expanded away from my lower belly, but still my boyfriend tugged open my shorts further. Dumping the tri-toned block down my shorts.

It mostly jutted out above my waistband and I could feel a strip of chocolate from the Neopolitan rest against my belly button and by boyfriend slid it down further, making my shorts bulge further, almost busting the seams with multihued pastel colours.

I gasped as the icy gloop slid further down the legs of my shorts

"One more to go." he said, tracing a finger through the cream so that a trail of cool cream reached my pecks.

He returned with the last tub and emptied it into my shorts. He force the emptied contents down. The coldness oozing over my waist, over the top of my thighs, but more pleasingly, under me so the melted cream slithered between my buttocks with the seeped custard.

As I gasped in shock and pleasure. My boyfriend bent down, slid his tongue into my mouth and disappeared into the house.