8. Lucas

LUCAS

Seventy-two is officially my new lucky number!

It's not an amazing grade, but it's a passing one. Very passing. More passing than any other calculus grade I've ever gotten.

Hunter and I should definitely renegotiate my reward for this. Given how much work I put into it, I should get to drink his milk and sleep in on Saturday. My extra rewards can be dealt with later, though.

Right now, my mind is completely on emptying my best friend's pecs!

"Well, from what I've seen, we should probably do it on your bed, so we can lie down and get more comfortable."

Hunter opens his mouth to speak, but I don't let him.

I pull him into our room before turning back toward him to tug on the bottom of his sweatshirt. "Come on. You're moving too slow." I'm whining, I know I am, but Hunter is used to it by now. And he knows how bad I wanna try this. I made flashcards for this!

Hunter gives me a look that tells me he's not amused by my behavior, but it's mostly because he's nervous.

I am too. A little. Probably not as nervous as he is, though. If I do it wrong, I might hurt him. Besides, he didn't even want me to know that he lactates in the first place, so I can't let him regret his decision to be open with me.

I'll show him that I'm the bestest friend he could ever ask for and prove just how much thought I've put into his situation. I just want to help him.

Instead of saying anything else, I plop down on his bed and scoot to the edge to give him some room.

He eyes me for a second before he pulls his hoodie over his head and sets it down at the end of the bed while I enjoy the show. Hunter may not be football toned, but his body is still hot as fuck. Maybe now that I know his secret, he'll stop wearing shirts all the time when it's just the two of us.

Slowly, Hunter lowers onto the bed and leans against the wall, grabbing one of his pillows to put over his lap. When I look at his chest, I see the milk starting to drip down from his nipples to his stomach, and I suddenly need to cross my legs too so Hunter doesn't call this whole thing off.

I can't get hard from watching milk pour out of my best friend's nipples. It doesn"t matter how hot it is!

Hunter lets out a sigh once he notices that he's leaking and goes to wipe off the milk that's already come out, but I don't want him to do that.

My body moves before I can even think to stop him, and in less than a second, my tongue is on his abs, licking up the milk that's already dripped out.

He gasps in unison with the moan that escapes me when the taste of him finally registers. And I'm not just talking about his milk, I mean him.

Fuck, I could spend all day lapping at his body like a fucking dog. My eyes close as I take a moment to let myself savor his taste and attempt to further hide my dick that refuses to stop making itself known.

If Hunter sees my hard-on, I'll never live it down.

I don't know how long I stay there, but my eyes don't open until Hunter grabs my chin and makes me look at him. Our eyes meet, and his are full of so much heat that I'm not sure if he's pissed off or wants to rail me into next week.

But my dick can't handle thinking about the latter. Not yet anyway.

I'm breathing hard, and I think he is too. I can feel it—kinda. My head rises and falls a little in time with the movements his chest makes as he breathes.

We don't speak, but I'm not sure what we'd say if we did. Both of us are probably wondering what the fuck is going on with our bodies right now, but when I feel a drop of his milk hit my cheek, I don't want to put this off any longer.

He lets go of my chin as I lift my head and wrap my lips around his nipple.

A low moan rolls off his tongue and has me aching, but I don't think I'm doing this right. The milk is still dripping, but it"s not flowing like I expect it to. Moving my tongue around a little, I try to get the hang of this whole "latch" thing I've read so much about. I don't know how babies do this, maybe it's easier with boobs.

Hunter's hand suddenly grips my hair, and if not for the moan he lets out right after, I would've thought I'd hurt him. At least it seems to feels good to him.

I shift my body, getting a bit more comfortable on the pillow before it seems like I finally, finally get the stupid latch right.

The sweet substance starts flowing into my mouth. We're moaning together as I push myself closer. The small taste I'd gotten on my tongue couldn't possibly compare to this. This feels like I've finally gotten a drink of water after running five miles. This feels…peaceful.

My eyes close again, and my body completely relaxes, or at least, most of it does.

I'm still hard, but I don't care. I could fall asleep like this. Suckling on Hunter's nipple and drinking his milk until we're both satisfied.

But I don't think I could ever be satisfied. I don't think I'll ever not want more of this.

And then suddenly it stops.

I swallow the last bit in my mouth and let out an embarrassing whine as I suck a little harder to try and get more.

Hunter winces, and I immediately pull away, even though I don't want to. I didn't mean to hurt him. I just want more.

My eyes drift over to his other nipple that's been leaking down his chest.

He has more on that side.

Moving my body a tad, I rub my nose against his pec. It smells just as good as he tastes. He has to let me do the other side. There's no way he can tell me no.

"C-can I..." I don't know exactly how to ask, but Hunter knows what I'm saying. He always knows fucking everything.

"You've been such a good boy," he says softly as his fingers start carding through my hair.

I don't have time to think about how much that makes my body buzz before he speaks again.

"Go ahead, baby."