Chapter 8 Nate
NATE
Everything was going well for me at work and at home, more specifically with Gilly.
Not only did he not have a problem with the lactating, but he wanted to nurse, and it was amazing.
I scored big points for buying that Ellie the Elephant book and reading it to him, something I definitely would do more of.
My little one fell asleep before we got three quarters in.
He was tired for sure. My only regret was I wished I had him in my arms and nursing at the time.
It did us both wonders, and we slept like lambs afterwards.
After packing up for the day, I headed out to City Social, the bar where the Lactin Brotherhood had a meeting tonight.
I needed to do a sanity check with my brothers, and City Social was one of my favorite meeting locations they frequented.
It was a nice bar with private rooms we rented.
Tonight’s room was the Sports Social themed one where the walls were brick and television sets hung in the corners.
I loved sports, which made it my favorite room.
Plus, it had a bar, complete with a bartender, so we didn’t have to keep going in and out and clogging up the main restaurant, or rather, having the general public slow down our service.
It was a comfortable, fun atmosphere, and Preston was sure to be there.
It would be great to catch up with him and maybe set something up with his boy again.
Gilly had enjoyed that a lot and so had I.
I got a drink and snagged a seat across from Joel Hardy, another one of my long-time friends. “Joel. How’s it going?”
“Great. Good to see you, Nate. Cheers.” He lifted his glass to me, and I clinked mine against it.
After taking a sip, I placed my beer on the coaster. “It’s been a while. What’s new with you?”
“Same old, same old. Still chasing after boys that run away…” He rolled his eyes like it was no big deal, but I knew better. He was lonely and never able to find the right companion.
“Maybe stop chasing.”
“Is that what happened to you? You seem pretty chipper tonight.”
“Something like that.”
“Oh-ho! So you do have a boy now.”
I shrugged. “It’s still new.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing here, man? If I had a boy…” He made a moaning sound that was borderline obscene.
“I know. He’s probably still at work, though.
Runs his own company and works long hours.
Far too long, in my opinion.” I shrugged.
It wasn’t entirely true since it was his uncle’s company, but he ran it like his own.
That much I knew, and I was damned proud of him for it.
“I was hoping to catch up with Preston. See how he’s doing. ”
Joel took a long pull on his beer, finishing it off. “I don’t know. Think he was here earlier. I’m getting another. Want one?” He shook the bottle at me.
“No, thanks.” I held up mine which was still half full.
“Sure, man.”
I talked to a few other guys, bullshitting and laughing, but no serious conversations.
Preston never showed, which meant Joel was probably right and I had just missed him.
If I really wanted to talk to him, I could just call since I had his number.
Huh, maybe I hadn’t actually wanted to talk to him as much as I thought.
It seemed like I was merely killing time tonight, which was strange for me.
Normally, I enjoyed these events and socializing, since I was a very outgoing person.
Growing up had been a mixed bag for me. I loved hanging out with friends and playing sports, total social butterfly, but once I started lactating, things changed.
I felt like my world was ending. Thankfully, my parents were supportive, helping me figure out ways to still do all the things I’d done before.
But now, I didn’t have to do anything extra when hanging with the Brotherhood, so I didn’t.
But did that mean I was settling for less?
Being with Gilly didn’t feel that way, but one thing was for sure—I didn’t like him not being available in the evenings. That was selfish of me, but true.
Fuck it. I went home, thinking about my sexy boy, and headed straight for the bedroom.
I stripped and grabbed the lube before crawling into bed.
I squirted a drop of it on my palm, liking things slick and easy.
From the first stroke, I knew this was going to be quick. No sense kidding myself about it.
My butt dropped to the bed as I shifted, rubbing my cock with a flick of my wrist, thumbing over the top.
Jacking off wasn’t the best solution, but without Gilly here, it was my only solution.
Dreaming of him would make it better as I imagined him here on his knees in front of me, stretching his hands up and touching my torso.
My cock tunneling in and out of that sweet mouth with those plump lips.
My hands in his hair, grabbing his soft curls, using them to gently guide him up and down my shaft.
The telltale signs of the impending orgasm slid down my backbone and shot straight to my groin. My dick felt impossibly hard, and my balls pulled up tight. I couldn’t hold back, calling out Gilly’s name as I came.
I tried to linger in the afterglow, but my chest felt tight and in need of pumping.
Sometimes, it was damned inconvenient, but now that I had Gilly to help with it, I couldn’t regret it for a minute.
Instead, I washed up and got my equipment out.
After getting comfortable, I set it up and took care of business.