Page 3 of Self Expression

“Oh, that’s ironic.” I chuckled. “I’ve got the opposite problem. I’m so thirsty, and I’m really beginning to regret being too lazy to refill my bottle before I left my desk. I just wanted to get home, so I rushed out.” The tears began to escape again, and I sniffled loudly. “I don’t know why I’m being so emotional. I’m not usually such a baby at work.”

Enzo scooted across the back wall so his hips were near my feet. He placed one hand on my calf and gave me a squeeze. “Don’t be sorry, Lincoln. You’re fine. Trust me, I’m in so much pain right now, I might start to cry too.”

That caught my attention. I leaned up on my elbow and looked closer at him. “Why are you in pain? What’s wrong?”

He shook his head as if he didn’t know how to answer the question, but since we were stuck together for a while, I guess he realized he’d have to fess up at some point. “I, uh, have a condition… Well, I need to empty myself on a regular basis, and I haven’t been able to do that today.”

Horror filled me as I tried to piece together his words. “Like… IBS?”

“No. God, no. Not that kind of empty.” Enzo looked at me and laughed and then took a cleansing breath. “Have you heard of men who lactate?”

My jaw dropped, but I did my best to reset my shocked expression. “Yeah, I have. I’ve even met one at a… club. Is that your condition?”

“Yep.” When I didn’t freak out, he visibly relaxed and pressed his hand over his chest. “I haven’t pumped all day, and I’m leaking and… I may have to self-express in the corner or something.” He screwed his eyes shut and tilted his head toward the roof. “I’m so fucking sorry. This is beyond embarrassing, but I don’t think I can go much longer without relief.”

Poor guy. Did he think I would be grossed out by that? “It’s no problem at all.” I reached for my bottle and handed it to him. “You can use this if it’ll help. I finished it earlier so it’s empty. I figured we may have to use it for a pee bottle, but this sounds more urgent.”

Enzo reached for the bottle, and his fingers brushed over mine. He held them there and looked me in the eye. “Thank you, Lincoln. I appreciate this. I promise to replace it unless it’s particularly sentimental. I’m sure you don’t want it back after I’ve…you know.”

I shrugged, not commenting either way. The truth was, warm milk sounded amazing, and I would be more than happy to take my bottle back after he filled it.

Suddenly, my empty tummy was the last thing on my mind, and now my dick had my full attention. It was thickening at the mere thought of watching this man express his milk.

Fuck, who knew getting stuck in an elevator could be so damn erotic?

4

ENZO

Am I actually gonna do this?

I unscrewed the lid to Lincoln’s stainless steel Yeti and contemplated my life choices. Why didn’t I just do this in the bathroom before I left? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

But here I was, stuck in an elevator with very limited options.

Lincoln wasn’t freaked out by what I had told him. In fact, he’d met someone like me in a club. That was an interesting bit of information. What kind of club was it? The Lactin Brotherhood had milkman events at kink clubs throughout the world, including some local ones that I’d participated in a couple times. Could he be talking about one of those? Or had he just been randomly talking to someone who mentioned that they lactate? I wanted to dig into that story, but between his tears and the open bottle in front of me, my body was ready, and I couldn’t put it off any longer.

I released the top button of my shirt and glanced up at Lincoln. “Do you want me to turn my back? If this bothers you, please tell me.”

“No, not at all.” He cleared his throat and tried to be casual as he shifted from his back to his side, but I could clearly see the outline of his erection in his snug pants. “Like I said, I hooked up with a guy who lactated, and it was pretty awesome.”

What the fuck? He definitely didn’t mention hooking up with the guy and being into it. That changed everything.

I kept my head down as I fully unbuttoned my shirt, grateful not to have the cold, wet fabric against my skin any longer. Then I positioned the open mouth of the bottle near my nipple. As my hand cupped my pec, I gave Lincoln one last out. “You’re sure this is okay with you?”

He nodded with his eyes glued to my chest, but then he quickly looked up at me. “Oh, do you want me to look away? I know I’ve said I’m thirsty, but I don’t mean to be so…thirstylike that.” He chuckled and then bent his knees, further masking his hard-on. “God, ignore me. I’m getting a little delirious now.”

Fuck, now I was getting an erection. That just made the milk begin to drip out on its own. I inhaled a deep breath and focused on aiming into the bottle. “You don’t have to look away. Whatever you’re comfortable with is fine with me.”

I began the familiar process of kneading my chest muscles until a steady flow of milk sprayed out, hitting the stainless steel bottle in a rhythmic sound. The only other sounds were from Lincoln’s steady breathing and my own labored breaths loud in my ears.

I took a chance and glanced up at him, hoping I wouldn’t find disgust or revulsion on his face. Instead, there was the distinct gaze of lust and desire that I’d only personally experienced with a few past lovers. My own dick was hard and pulsing, but I couldn’t do anything to relieve that pressure with both hands occupied.

“Does that feel better?” he whispered.

“Much.” I continued to manually express, even though the most immediate pain had subsided. “I shouldn’t have waited so long to do this. Thank you for being so cool about it.”

He chuckled softly and moved his hand over his dick, no longer trying to be discreet. “I’m not sure if cool is the right word. Horny is probably a better way to describe it.” His gaze lifted and he caught my stare. “Sorry. That’s completely inappropriate. It’s just… past my bedtime.” Lincoln moved his other hand to his mouth and bit down on the tip of his thumb with his eyes glued to my chest.

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