Page 1 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

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.

“I’m getting another. My boy loves when I drink. What’re you drinking, Whit?” Tyler gets up.

“Rum and cola.”

He nods and walks off.

“So, Whit, where are you from?” Kevin asks.

“The east coast. A job opened up, and let’s just say I’m glad it’s almost a thousand miles from my family.”

“I can understand that.” Mark nods. “What do you do?”

“I’m a banker.” My family’s chosen career.

“Sounds like you really enjoy it,” Kevin adds sarcastically.

“It’s a living.” I shrug, and they laugh. “How about you guys?”

“I’m a lawyer,” Mark tells me.

“Restaurant manager,” Kevin says.

“Do you cook?”

“Fuck no.” Tyler laughs and sets my drink in front of me. “He would burn the whole place down.”

“Fuck you.” Kevin flips him the bird, but he’s smiling.

“He’s the reason we cater in or eat out.” Mark grins.

“Daddy!” A very excited twink in tight booty shorts comes running over and jumps on Tyler. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too, baby.” He wraps him in a big hug. Three more adorable boys walk up behind him. “I see you brought friends.”

“Uh-huh. This is Davy, Alex, and Jasper.” All three boys are staring at me with hungry interest. I swallow hard. These guys are gorgeous, and I would love nothing more than to get physical with them, but they all want something I can’t provide.

I can provide them milk, but if they’re looking for more, they’ll be disappointed.

“Hey, big daddy,” Jasper purrs and grabs my arm.

“Oh no.” Davy grabs my other arm and tries to pull me toward him. “You always get the good ones. This daddy is mine.”

“I bet he would share.” Jasper looks up at me and bats his short blond lashes.

“I…”

“I can play nice and share,” Davy says and rubs against me.

“Okay, boys,” Tyler says sternly. “Whit just got here and he needs a minute to get to know everyone.”

Both boys pout but move over and start talking with the other guys scattered around the tables.

“Sorry, they can get a little aggressive with fresh meat.” Tyler laughs.

“You better decide soon, though. Boys that small can only do so many feedings in one night,” Kevin tells me.

The idea of their bellies full of my milk is making my dick hard, but I was mostly looking for someone to chest feed, and if my dick got involved, that would be a bonus.

So why am I hesitating?

Everyone knows what this is about. Drink milk and get off.

Fuck it. I suck down the rest of my drink and stand. I can pretend for one night.

“We’ve got a room rented in the back. The only rule is pants stay on,” Tyler warns.

“That gives us plenty of wiggle room.” I wink and go over to the boys. I wrap my arms around both of them from behind. When they turn and see it’s me, they both smile.

“Who’s thirsty?” I give them my most confident smile.

“Me, me!” they both shout and bounce on their toes.

“Don’t worry, I have enough for both of you.”

One of them grabs my hands and pulls me to the back and into a private room. It’s bigger than I expected. There are a few tables set up and couches filled with people in questionable positions.

“Sit here, big daddy.” Davy shoves me down onto a couch and then straddles my lap. “You’re so strong and manly.” He begins to unbutton my shirt.

Jasper’s hands come around from behind me and slide down my pecs into my now open shirt.

“Oh yes. Feels like you have lots of milk for us.” He nips my neck, and my dick gets hard as they both massage my chest and belly.

One of the brats squeezes my nipple and a few drops leak out.

“Oops. I made you leak.” The grin he gives me has me thinking he wants me to punish him for it. Even though it’s not my thing.

“Then clean up your mess,” I growl and pull him off of my lap before shoving his head against my nipple.

He licks and teases my nipple gently.

“That’s nice.” I groan. Thankfully his teasing has my dick hardening again.

“Me too!” Jasper cries out and comes over to my other side. He latches on right away and sucks eagerly.

“Oh shit.” I’ve never done a double feeding before. It’s nice, but I’m not sure where to put my hands, so I settle for rubbing their flat stomachs.

I lean my head back and just enjoy the feeling. If it wasn’t for the expectations of sex that come with feedings, I would do this all the time. My pump can’t compare to a warm mouth and wet tongue.

The couch starts shaking, and I wonder what’s going on, but that’s when notice both guys have their hands in their pants and are jacking off.

Well, that’s hot.

These boys are so eager for milk.

Too bad they want Daddy’s milk, not Little’s milk.

Davy pulls off of me first and groans loudly. Jasper lets go next and grabs Davy by the neck, pulling him for a rough kiss right over my lap.

The two pant into each other’s mouth as their hands work.

My dick likes watching them get off and not having to be in charge.

Jasper comes first with a low groan, and Davy muffles the sounds with his mouth. When Davy comes, he pulls back and gasps loudly.

“Oh, holy shit.”

Jasper pulls him back in for a kiss, and they lazily make out in front of me.

“Um, that was so good, Daddy,” he purrs when he pulls away. “Your milk was delicious.” His hand drifts up my thigh.

“So delicious. What we can do to make you feel good?”

“We’re good listeners.” Davy laughs, and Jasper amends his statement. “During sexy times.”

“Tell us,” Davy whispers in my ear.

My thoughts begin to scramble. It’s not that hard. Just tell them to suck your dick, but it’s no good. My dick has already started to deflate. I’m still horny as hell, but I don’t want to be in charge.

Okay then, find a way to salvage this that doesn’t involve telling them your dick is soft.

Oh! Perfect.

“Watching the two of you was so hot, I’m all taken care of,” I say confidently.

“That’s hot.” Jasper looks down. Thankfully, I’m wearing dark jeans and it’s dark in here, so you can’t really tell if there’s a wet spot or not.

“So hot,” Davy agrees and rubs my chest again. Soon Jasper joins, and I’m worried we’re going to have a round two if I don’t get this in check.

Alright, time to be the boss. Just like at work.

“Both of you get cleaned up before you head back out there and make sure you don’t drink too much milk. You’ll get a tummy ache.”

They laugh and kiss me on the cheek before giggling the whole way to the bathroom.

I breathe a sigh of relief and take a moment to collect myself. My balls are tight, but my stubborn dick isn’t interested in the idea of telling those boys what to do.

I need to get out of here and head home for a jerk-off. Maybe I’ll even get out my favorite dildo.

My dick rockets to full hardness.

Seriously? I shake my head.

We could have had two guys suck us off, but you weren’t interested. Now when I mention fucking myself, this happens.

I stand and adjust myself before making my way to the front bar for a drink. I’ll head home in a minute, but I need a cold drink and a minute to calm down.

“What can I get you?”

“Ginger ale.”

The bartender sets it down, and I mutter a thanks. After taking a big drink, I’m feeling a little calmer and my dick is starting to go down.

Something catches the corner of my eye, and I turn to see a gorgeous man walking my way.

He’s got blond hair that’s swiped to the side and slightly mussed. The way the tight denim of his jeans highlight his slim build has my dick hardening again.

His dark blue eyes are focused on me with a shimmer of playfulness, but what really seals the deal for me is the predatory smile on his perfectly pink lips.

I’ll be his prey anytime.