FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

I turn the plaque from "Closed" to "Open" and prepare for another day. It doesn't take long for my first customer to show up.

"Ave, Lyrikos!" a dog bellows.

"Make yourself at home, friend!"

Working at the town's largest tavern and inn is hard work. Bridgeton isn't that big, but we host many adventurers on the way to their quests.

Not me, though. The life of adventuring and monster hunting is one this bull does not want. I like my tavern. I've lived here since the days my grandfather owned the place. With him gone and father retired in another town, I'm left to run the family's business. And I do a fine job at it!

The day passed quickly from behind the counter. Not even the usually hectic lunchtime was enough to tire me. Now that it's early evening, I can look back on today with pride at my modest work.

The door flings open but no patron notices. In comes a cowl-clad, slender figure. They remove their hood to reveal a male ferret with long, curly hair. The mustelid approaches the countertop as I welcome him.

"Ave, friend. I am Lyrikos, owner of this fine establishment. How can I help you this evening?"

The man looked around sneakily before responding. "I'll take a room for the night."

"Excellent! You're lucky, there is only one room left."

We deal with the money part and I learn his name. Khonsu, he's a man from the east here on a pilgrimage.

I drop the key in his open palm. "Thank you for your patronage! Anything else I can help you with?"

"Indeed, there is..." He leans in and speaks in soft tones. "I heard I could get some 'special milk' here."

I play dumb. "Whatever do you mean, friend?"

"I think you know, bull. If it's not available, I understand. But know that I can pay for it. Gracefully so."

I consider the possibilities for seconds. I'm pretty sure I have some spare in the back. It will be no big deal, I'm sure.

A sigh escapes my lips. "Very well. I'll go get it for you."

He licks his lips. "Can't wait."

I leave for the room behind the counter. I usually keep a barrel-full of that stuff somewhere. I find it after some time and... Blast, it is empty.

I sigh again, considering what to do. I hate to make a promise I can't keep to a client. But I really don't want to do this right now. As I scan the room, I find an empty bottle, some twenty centimeters tall.

It can't be helped. I unbutton my shirt.

My family has a secret. We men can secrete a special white liquid from our nipples. Said liquid is nutritious, tasty and has healing properties. It's not milk, I swear!

As a drink, it's highly priced, especially among those who consider the experience of drinking male milk arousing. I suspect that's the kind of person Khonsu is.

My muscular pecs bounce in the air. They always grow bigger when I don't... milk myself regularly.

I put the bottle's tip close to my left nipple and position my index and thumb to start the process.

The real reason I didn't want to do it right now, it's because the process is no different to masturbating. I have to "tease" the liquid out of me.

I prepare myself and rub my nipple stiff. It doesn't help that my pectorals are huge right now and full of the damn liquid. Each movement of rubbing makes them jiggle and shake, only arousing me more.

"Gods damn it... Ah!"

I try my best to snuff the moans and screams. I feel so hot. Soon, an aching stiffness forms in my breeches.

Ah! Just come out already.

I help myself to some imaginary pleasure. I close my eyes and feel another man licking and biting on my nipples. My erection gets harder, and my chest feels more sensitive.

"Ah! Ah!"

A little more pulling and rubbing and, with a grunt, I release the liquid. The hot jet flees from my body feels as good as when I pleasure myself.

Get a grip! I'm serving a client right now. I keep pressing; the liquid keeps coming. I do it until the bottle is full, then gasp. It is done.

I wait around for a bit as my body cools down. I can only hope my absence isn't noticeable.

As I return to the counter, Khonsu eagerly smiles at the sight of the bottle.

I put the vessel on the table. "Here you go, friend..."

"Took you a while."

I don't respond as he takes the drink, my liquid into his mouth, and drinks a gulp. I don't know if the other men in my family feel like this but; I get a bit aroused looking at someone drinking it like that.

"Ah!" says the ferret. "Delicious! Hot too," he grins. "I wasn't expecting to get it straight from the tap tonight."

I doubt I can conceal the blushing in my face right now, because he's chuckling right at me.

He drops gold coins from a sack onto the counter, more than I thought he would.

"A little tip," he says, "for providing fresh goods."

I take them from the counter and flash an embarrassed smile at him. "Thank you for your patronage."