the sims: Platonic Bro Milk Disaster
part 2. the one where gordon gets milked
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Benrey figured that was going to be the end of it. He would have to live with the knowledge that Gordon had hot fucking boobs that he needed to air out and possibly deal with privately, and Benrey was just going to think about that. For the rest of his life. About Gordon Freeman’s dope udder problems or whatever.
Until he got a cryptic text from Gordon a couple days later. Full of misspellings and reeking of desperation and implications. So he had returned to knock loudly and constantly on his door. Maybe a little desperately, but Gordon started it.
“No, see, it's fine.” Gordon had that hysterical tone of voice that was always a treat to hear. “You sit here, and you’ll just. Take care of it. Deal with it. And then it’ll be done and we won’t have to think about it ever again.”
“uh.”
“You- you owe me,” he said. His voice broke a little, but his eyes were firm. “You owe me so much and I’m cashing in right the fuck now.”
“Yeah. Cool. I’m glad that this is cool for you. I’ve been freaking out trying to, to handle the situation on my own, but at least you think it's cool.” He lifted his head and gave Benrey a glare.
Benrey smiled at him. “yup.” He rolled his shoulders, licked his lips, and leaned in closer. “so what’s the strats here. do i just get to sucking or–”
Gordon pushed him away and yelped. “Jesus! No. Fuck. We’re not doing this, I–” He took a deep, steading breath. “I should explain. So that you know the plan.”
“the plan.”
“The plan is you are going to. To use your hands. To, uh. Relieve pressure. On the affected area.”
Benrey flexed his hands. Time to play this so casual and chill. “cool. you want me to honk your knockers until milk comes out. got it. easy.”
He reached out, slowly. Gordon was painfully still. He hesitated, his hand hovering over Gordon’s tit. “this, uh. cool?”
Gordon nodded harshly. His eyes were locked on Benrey’s hand, and his expression was bizarre. Benrey couldn’t parse it. Not in this situation.
Well. If this turned out to be a sick joke and Gordon was about to kill him, it would be at least worth it. Benrey very gently cupped one hand under his nearest breast.
Benrey gave an exploratory squeeze, just to get a feel for it, and then there was suddenly a few drops of liquid beading up and starting to run.
Gordon bit his lip and breathed carefully through his nose.
Benrey made calm consistent eye contact. People love eye contact. Gordon didn’t meet his gaze, instead alternating between quick intense glances in his direction and squeezing his eyes closed in between pants.
This one was easier. Benrey was quickly able to get into the flow. The entire universe was just the rhythmic motion of his hand, the feeling of the milk trickling over his fingers, and the sound of Gordon’s carefully measured breathing. He was biting his lip and red faced, but that was great. One of the best parts about the whole situation, really.
Staring up at him, Benrey accidentally squeezed a little too hard. Gordon gasped, loud and sudden.
Gordon was blushing even more now. “Okay, that’s– that’s enough for now.” Gordon pushed lightly at his arm.
He released his tit reluctantly. Milk was still dribbling from one nipple. “but there’s still–”
“It’s fine, we’re done,” interrupted Gordon hastily. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. So we’re done.”
The door clicked shut.
Benrey was elated. Not only did he have enough jerk off material of the other night to fuel him for the rest of his life, but he and Gordon were still cool afterwards. Which was more than he could ever hope for. There was a nonzero chance that he was going to get a boner from sniffing milk to check if it was expired from now on. And he was going to get carpal tunnel from masturbating after hanging with Gordon, but that wasn’t new.
Needless to say, he was delighted to receive a text from Gordon that ‘it was happening again’ and only fucked with him trying to make him type what exactly he meant for an hour or so.
Gordon sighed and looked like he was considering closing the door on him. He was hatless again. Shirtless too. There was something else off about him, but Benrey was too pleased with himself to spare the brain cells to figure it out. “What is fucking wrong with you.”
“did you get bigger?” Benrey asked. He eyed the doorframe that Gordon had knocked his horns into. And his shoulders were definitely broader, right? Maybe cow disease made a person cow sized. It certainly wasn’t making him any smaller.
Gordon reached down and cupped his breasts almost shyly. “Do you think? They’re definitely more sensitive, I don’t know.” He frowned.
Benrey froze as his brain bluescreened. He swore that there was a fucking dial up noise as he struggled to process that.
Gordon said something else, and pushed him on the back to get him moving. By the time Benrey had recovered, he was somehow standing in Gordon’s bedroom. And not the kitchen.
“wh.”
“Sit,” ordered Gordon firmly. He ducked a little to get through the doorway successfully. He was still rubbing his horns. “I’m never gonna get back my security deposit at this rate.”
Benrey sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Okay. He didn’t know what was going on, but that wasn’t unusual. He stared at Gordon’s tits. Were they bigger? He should figure that out. To be helpful.
Gordon rolled his eyes and pulled his shorts off to reveal cute little briefs. “I’m not washing milk stains out of my pants again. The people at the laundromat probably think I’m some sort of pervert.”
He was blushing. And rushing through his words. And not making eye contact. That all added up to something. Something that Benrey couldn't puzzle out because Gordon was now pushing down his briefs. He got a single mouthwatering glimpse of hair before there was a hand on his chest.
“Scoot back.”