4. David

Chapter 4

David

I bought the big pump because I knew I was never gonna need a travel pump. I wasn’t about to carry it with me or try to use it at the office, but damn, that thing was loud as hell once I got it working.

But I had to admit that it was a game changer.

I used it before my shower and was shocked at how much milk actually came out. I’d never had a way to measure how much was leaking, but each of the little bottle attachments had four ounces in them. I couldn’t even imagine how much leaked out throughout my workday.

It was nice to take a shower without having to manually express, and not thinking about my chest milk allowed me to focus on the other thing that needed to be milked. Ever since Xander started talking about how he actually liked drinking milk directly from guys like me, I’d been hard and couldn’t stop imagining what it might be like to look down and see him sucking at my chest.

Fuck, it was a pretty picture in my head as my hand slid under my balls to give them a little tug before moving back up to my dick.

I stood under the hot spray as it pounded at my nipples which were sensitive from being sucked dry by that contraption, and slowly stroked myself, imagining Xander’s full lips closed around one of my nubs, licking and sucking and pulling every drop that my body made for him.

I fucked my fist faster, getting closer to release as I pinched one of my nipples. It had always felt good to squeeze my nipples, but I thought it was because of the relief from bringing out the milk, but they were just very sensitive. When I allowed myself to combine that shock of pain with the growing pleasure in my balls, it was a heady feeling.

My brain went a little foggy, and the only thing I could picture was my come splashing onto Xander’s back and neck as he drank my milk.

Fuck . I shot streams of a thicker kind of milk out of my dick as I rubbed my hand roughly over both sides of my chest. I needed to see him again.

But how do you approach a man you’ve barely met and ask if he would like to be my milking partner? I had no idea.

I stood under the hot water for several more minutes, catching my breath and attempting to come up with a plan. By the time I got out, I didn’t have a whole lot to go on, but at least I felt good and empty for the first time in a very long time.

The three shirts I bought for work made a huge difference in my daily stress levels. I only wished I had broken down and bought more so I wasn’t washing laundry every few days. I’d gotten into a decent pattern of pumping in the morning and at night, but after more than a week of thinking about it, I just couldn’t shake the fantasy of having someone, preferably Xander, personally drink from me.

On Friday afternoon, I left the office early and headed straight over to Xander’s store.

Someone with a name tag that said Ryan was sitting behind the counter when I walked in. “Good afternoon. Welcome to Xander’s Dry Wear. How can I help you?”

“Oh, I was here last week and met with another gentleman. Maybe the owner?” I glanced around, hoping Xander was working today.

“Yeah, that was Xander. He was covering for me when I was off.”

My nerve began to wane, right along with my hope. “Oh, right. I was just hoping he might be here so I could ask him about something. No worries.” I reached for a shirt hanging in front of me simply to give myself something to focus on.

“Oh, hold on a second. He’s here, working in his studio. I’ll go get him.”

“Okay.” And now I was excited again. “If he’s busy, I can wait. I’ll just look around.”

Ryan looked at me with a contemplative expression as if he was making a decision in his mind. “I’ll be right back.” He turned to walk away but then looked back at me again. “What’s your name?”

“David. David Rhine.”

I went straight to the dress shirts and grabbed two more in white and two more in gray and blue. I realized that I needed not only a week’s worth of shirts but also a back-up shirt in the office for emergencies. And not just milk-related emergencies, but I dropped a pepperoni on my shirt on Tuesday and had to wear a stained shirt all day because I had meetings and couldn’t risk putting on something that might leak through.”

I was checking sizes when a shirt appeared to be hanging out of thin air just to my left. “May I suggest this style? It’ll look great with your broad shoulders.”

I quickly turned and saw Xander standing beside me, holding up the shirt. “Sure, thanks. I’ll try it on.”

“I’m glad you came back in, David. How are your new clothes working out for you?”

“Amazing. I feel so much better. Between the pump and the shirts, I haven’t had any embarrassing incidents all week.”

He flashed a bright smile with perfectly straight teeth. “I’m glad to hear that.” He handed me the shirt he’d been holding and then crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought of you a few times since you came in. Wondering how things were going.”

I sucked in a deep breath and looked right into his eyes, holding his gaze. “I’ve thought about you too. Often.”

“Is that so?” His voice was quiet, low, and with a raspiness I hadn’t caught before. Was he a smoker? He smelled too good to be a current smoker, but maybe in the past. Just long enough to get that sexy edge in his voice. “May I ask in what context?”

I swallowed hard and then took a deep breath, forcing myself to push out the words that I never thought I would say aloud, much less to another person. “I was just wondering if you were looking for another person to, um, drink from.”

His pupils seemed to expand right under my gaze, and his lips relaxed into a smile. “Always. Like I said, I’m a bit of a milk slut and always ready and willing to help a friend in need.”