Page 32 of A Little Spilled Milk

He nuzzled my teats that were protruding through my shirt, and I pulled it up and he latched on. He suckled one side while I smoothed the hair off his brow, and when he was done, I turned him around so he could suck the other teat. His lips glistened, he licked around his mouth, his eyes glazed and drowsy.

When he pulled off, milk dribbled over my chest, and he lapped it up.

“My friend, Joel.”

“What about him?”

I was hoping I could carry him into the bedroom and we could enjoy naked time. I’d met Joel once when he dropped something off for Vinnie. He’d seemed kinda shy, but our interaction was too brief to get much of an impression.

“He’s been looking for a place to live, and I told him next door was vacant.”

No one had moved in when Vinnie left because there was a leak which had damaged the ceiling in the apartment underneath, and the plumber hadn’t been able to locate it until last week.

“He came to look at it today, and he’s signing the lease tomorrow.”

I was glad Vinnie would have a friend close by. Since starting our relationship, we hadn’t socialized much.

“Great.”

Vinnie licked a droplet of milk from my teat. “Can we help him move his stuff? Just from downstairs to here. He’s hired a moving van and is packing everything himself.”

Despite Joel earning an excellent salary, he was saving for a mortgage and wanted to pay less rent than he was presently.

“Sure. Sounds as though he’s serious about cutting down on expenses.”

“Okay, I’ll tell him.” Vinnie sat up and kissed me before running his tongue over my lips. I savored the taste of my milk as it flooded my mouth.

My cock swelled, and my boy giggled and ground his bottom over my bulge.

“I don’t want to talk about Joel anymore.” His finger curled around my nipple, and my tongue probed his lips until he allowed me to enter.

“Mmmm, Daddy,” he mumbled as I stood and carried him into our bedroom.

Placing him on the mattress, I removed my clothes. But Vinnie fumbled with his zipper, and he whimpered that he couldn’t do it.

“Daddy, I need your help.”

“I’m here, my darling boy.” After removing his shirt, I lowered his zipper. “Lift up your bottom.”

“Like this?” He raised his hips, and I shimmied off his pants and briefs.

He grabbed his dick and slid his hand up and down. But I nudged his hand away and replaced it with my mouth, licking the tip of his cock.

“Daddy, I love you. Don’t stop.”

“Never!”

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