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WHIT
“Hey, there he is,” Tyler greets me as I join them at the booth in the back. “Guys, this is Whit. Whit, this is Mark and Kevin.” There are a few other guys milling around who are obviously with the brotherhood. I’m grateful he only picked these two for now or I would never remember everyone. “Whit just joined us a few months ago when he moved here from another chapter.”
“Nice to meet you in person,” I say.
I joined the Lactin Brotherhood when I was in my late teens. My parents were embarrassed, like most people are when they find out their son is lactating, but they were supportive and helped me find the brotherhood.
I’m glad too. The brotherhood has helped me a lot over the years. At first it was just someone to talk to, and then, when my milk production increased, they helped me find an outlet to sell it. Not that I needed the money, but it seemed like such a waste to throw it down the drain, so they set me up with local gyms. Turns out people are willing to pay good money for “all natural” milk.
There are also people who like getting the milk from the source, and it gets sexual real fast if you let it.
That was really hard for me because all the cute little twinks wanted to call me Daddy and let me take charge. All the body-builder types made me feel cheap and dirty. Not because of what they said or how they acted, but it was so transactional.
So I stopped selling in person.
Like I said, I don’t need the money, but I love the skin-to-skin and the tight pull of a warm mouth on my nipples. It’s so much more enjoyable than the pump. Sometimes the craving is so bad that I go out and find a willing partner, but it’s hard without the Lactin Brotherhood events because most guys think I’m a freak when I ask them to “suck my nipples dry.”
Tyler assured me that there would be milk bunnies here tonight, and that most of them would be boys. Unless they got some new outside visitors.
They don’t advertise in a widespread fashion, but by smaller posts. Like at gay bars, gyms, and on some media accounts, but the milk bunnies mostly handle that part. The response is more positive when an excited boy is posting about “sucking on hot Daddies” than it is to have hot Daddies posting about “excited boys sucking on them.”
Why does that sound so creepy?
“Can I get you a drink?” Tyler asks.
“Or are you staying sober for the bunnies?” Kevin teases.
I must raise my eyebrow in question, because Mark laughs. “When we drink, the alcohol can get into our system and it makes the bunnies tipsy.”
Oh, right. I know that because I keep my milk clean when I sell it. I don’t want anything to contaminate my milk. I owe that to my customers.
“Tipsy bunnies are so cute,” Kevin adds.
“I usually pump and dump if I’m drinking.” I’m not much of a drinker anyway.
“Are you here to find someone tonight?” Tyler probes.
“Yeah.” I sigh and rub the back of my head. “It’s been too long since my last skin-to-skin feeding.”
“What’s holding you back?” Mark asks.
“I’m new to the area. I haven’t had the chance to meet anyone yet.”
“There aren’t too many guys here yet, but it’s still early.” Kevin raises his glass.
“I can introduce you to some of the regulars,” Tyler offers. “And my boy has invited a few friends to join him tonight.”
“Let’s see how the night goes.”
“Good call. Give yourself some time to get settled in.” Kevin pats my back, and Mark shoves him with a laugh.
“Don’t let him fool you. He knows that all the boys are going to eat you up.”
Kevin shrugs. “It’s true. They love that lumberjack shit.”
“I know.” I wink, and they laugh with me.
