THE MILK AND HONEY CLUB
By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
Jamie was late home from college that night, and the tube train was surprisingly empty. In fact, there was only one other person in his carriage, and she was sitting towards the other end of it. As usual Jamie looked for a newspaper to read - there were almost always one or two left by previous passengers, and he frequently passed the time until he got to his stop reading the sports pages. Sure enough, he saw one tucked down between the cushions across the way from him, so he reached across and tugged it out. But as soon as he did so he could see that it wasn't a daily newspaper at all. It was a gay paper. The title doesn't matter, but it wasn't one of the mainstream papers. It was basically a contact magazine, with lots of small ads.
Fortunately, the woman got off at the next stop and he was alone in the carriage. At his leisure he turned the pages, but skipped quickly over the pages of guys in search of fun. Instead, he turned to the end where the commercial ads were located. And one in particular intrigued him. 'Young guys wanted as hosts for new specialist underwear club. Must be open-minded!' There was a phone number. As his stop was getting close, Jamie ripped out the ad and slipped it into his pocket, and then dumped the paper. He wasn't going to risk getting caught with that, as he still lived at home with his parents.
It was some days later before Jamie plucked up the courage to do anything further. In fact, he wasn't sure he was going to anything at all, but something about the ad intrigued him. But one thing was certain, he needed to make some money, and fast. Living at home was proving a drag, because the journey to college every day was getting him down and he was missing out a lot on a social life. He needed an income to afford to rent a room, or maybe share a flat. Although still in his first year at college, and not yet 19, he badly wanted more independence from his parents. And there was no doubt about it, something about the ad had got to him, had excited him, and he wanted to know more. Dare he make that call? In the end, he made an impulsive decision to go for it and rang from home one evening upstairs when his parents were watching television. On the basis of a friendly but not terribly revealing conversation, he fixed up a meeting at an address in west London for the next day.
He dressed casually for this appointment, in jeans and tee shirt. His short dark hair contrasted with the brilliant white of the singlet-style tee, and he knew that he looked pretty appealing. There was one thing Jamie was really sensitive about though, and that was his age. Although 18, he looked younger. Quite often his age was challenged in pubs, and he found it acutely embarrassing. He hoped that that wouldn't go against him today.
When he found the address he thought at first he had made a mistake, because he was expecting it to be a business premises, but this was a large private house. He checked again the details that he had written down, but it seemed correct. Anyway, having come this far he wasn't going to give up at this point.
He rang the bell and waited nervously. He heard footsteps coming down the corridor, and the door opened. A guy of about 30, tall, good-looking and fair-haired, smiled at him.
'It's Jamie, I suppose?'
'Er, yes that's right. I wasn't sure I'd got the right place at first'.
'No, you've come to the right place, no problem. Come on in.'
Jamie followed the guy down the hall and into the back room, which was comfortably furnished, but was set out as an office.
'I'm Adam, by the way. Do sit.' Adam sat behind the large desk and Jamie sat facing him across it.
'Thanks for coming all this way. I was pleased you rang us, as we are just beginning to recruit for our new club. You gathered from the advert what it's about?'
'Er, well, only what it said. Something about underwear?'
'That's it. You are happy to wear the rather sexy stuff, are you? Well, I say sexy, but that's all a matter of taste of course!' Adam laughed and looked directly at Jamie. 'Can I ask before we go any further - how old are you?'
Oh here we go, thought Jamie. Hello and goodbye, I suppose. 'I'm 18, but I know I look younger. That's going to be a problem, is it?'
'Oh, by no means. If you don't mind me saying so, you are really cute and that younger boy look will be very appealing to some of our members.'
Jamie blushed, but was flattered all the same.
'What does the job involve, then?' He decided to show some initiative by asking the questions.
Adam explained that Jamie would have to be prepared to wear briefs and shorts of various types and materials (these would all be provided) under a waiter's uniform, serve drinks, and then, depending how sessions went, strip off in front of one or more of the members. Although he would have a basic wage, much of the money would come from tips.
'So it's a strip club?'
'Well, a strip club plus. And this is where I need to check that you are happy to go along with things. Most times you wouldn't stop with getting down to your briefs.'
'OK - I don't mind taking them off. I kind of expected that.'
'Yes, but are you happy to wank in front of people? And be wanked?'
Jamie blushed deeply, but nodded.
'Good. And how about sucking and being sucked? This might be with one of the other waiters - we call them hosts here - or with a club member. It's important you decide that early on, or we're not going to get very far. But look, whilst you think about it, I need to know a few more personal details. Now without putting too fine a point on it, I need to have a look at you - do you mind?' Adam nodded towards Jamie's crutch.
'No, sure, that's OK. Here and now?' Jamie stood up, prepared to open his jeans.
'Well, look, what I normally get new lads to do is go upstairs, put on the clothes that I have laid out on the bed in the first room you come to, and then come back down and do a bit of a strip routine for me. You'll find that there are quite a number of pairs of trousers, so you should get a decent pair to fit.'
'This isn't a wind up, is it?' said Jamie smiling. 'I mean, there really is a club, and members, and you're not doing this for your own private turn-on?'
Adam laughed. 'I promise, it's genuine. Trust me.'
Somehow, Jamie did trust Adam, but it was a pretty odd enterprise all the same. Nevertheless, he headed upstairs and found the right room. As Adam had said, there were several pairs of black trousers on the bed, and Jamie found one to fit his slim boyish waist. But he was fascinated by the selection of underwear - from mesh thongs, to briefs of all kinds of material - nylon, satin, silk, lycra and cotton - and some pairs of shiny athletic shorts. He supposed that he was free to choose, so he slipped on a pair of creamy silk briefs, and then pulled on the trousers. There was even a white shirt to put on, which he supposed was part of the waiter's uniform. Having dressed, he headed back downstairs.
Adam was still seated behind the desk, writing a few details on a form. 'If all goes well today, I'll get you to take this form away to complete and bring it back next time. Now let's have a look.'
Adam sat back in the chair, and sized Jamie up. A smile played across his lips. 'You really are very cute, you know that?'
Jamie smiled back. He was feeling nervous.
'OK, now in your own time I want you to begin to caress yourself and slowly undress. If possible, I want you to have a hard-on by the time you drop your trousers. Then keep playing with yourself, and if you can manage to it would be good to see you cum.'
Jamie swallowed, but realised that he had gone into this with his eyes open, and all depended on the next few minutes. He could either stop now, or put on a good show. It did not take him long to decide, as he began to stroke his perfectly smooth chest lightly through the white shirt. Adam was concentrating hard, and Jamie began to enjoy the power that he felt he had, literally at his fingertips! At home he would frequently get himself off by doing in private what he was now prepared to contemplate in public - he loved to masturbate in front of the long mirror in his bedroom, slowly removing his clothing until only his briefs were left.
He was aware of Adam speaking: 'I meant to say Jamie, it would be good if you arouse yourself by talking dirty. That really turns the punters on, I can tell you.'
Jamie needed no second invitation, but decided to hold back until a little later on. He fumbled with the buttons of the unfamiliar shirt, and slid his hand inside to stroke his naked chest and stomach. Looking downwards, he could see that the black trousers were made of a kind of polyester which made them glisten and shine, and as he continued to pull the shirt free he let his right hand drop to the catch at the top of the fly.
'Oh yeah, I can feel my cock beginning to get stiff in my briefs. I want to show you my cock under my black trousers. I think you'll like it. I can get so hard and big, and I want to show you what I've got there.'
Jamie felt at one and the same time a bit foolish and incredibly horny as he said this, to this guy who had been a complete stranger to him fifteen minutes ago. Having unfastened the catch his hand slid further downwards on the outside of the trousers, and he started to feel his growing teenage cock pressing through the fabric into his hand. The smoothness of the silky briefs was arousing under his fingers.
'Oh yeah, I can feel myself getting big in my shiny pants. I'm so hot down there. Mmm, I want you to see me big hot boycock.'
Adam smiled encouragingly. 'That's a good boy. The more you make of your youthfulness the better. That's really good.'
'Mmm. I like boys to play with my cock. Sometimes they suck me until I cum in their mouths.'
Jamie was getting really aroused by the whole situation, and knew that he should open his trousers up now if he was going to make this last any time at all. He felt suddenly shy again, but only for a moment. He could see Adam's gaze fixed on his crutch as he began to unzipper the trousers with both hands. Once undone, he parted them fully at the front. The creamy silk briefs came into view, and he saw Adam take a breath as he spotted them.
Jamie pushed the trousers downwards, and then slipped out of the open white shirt. With the trousers round his ankles, he was now wearing only the cream briefs which concealed his growing bulge. He stroked himself lightly on the outside, and was excited by the feel of the shiny silk as it tingled his knob end.
Adam whispered. 'Can you wet them with your precum for me, please.'
Jamie was really getting turned on by this. He gently feathered his still growing cockshaft through the silk, and sure enough the first drops of his precum began to wetten the material, forming a damp spot. At that point Adam got up from the desk and came around the front, and faced Jamie.
'Good boy. Now, let me help you wank. I need to see if you mind people feeling you up.'
Jamie put his hands behind his back, and waited expectantly. Slowly, surprisingly slowly indeed, Adam brought his hand up and cupped the silky package of boycock. 'Mmm, you feel really good. I love the damp tip. And I can tell that you're uncut. That's really cool.'
'Oooh, rub my cock. God, I think I'm dripping precum in my briefs.'
' Good lad. There's something else I can tell you. We call this the Milk and Honey Club.'
'Yeah?'
'Yes. I suppose it's no big surprise that the milk is a reference to the spunk that our boys produce. And as for the honey, well, in some ways that's even sweeter and some of our guys pay really good money for the boys who can generate nice pools for precum. So you should do well there. Seems a shame to waste that little patch, Jamie. And I need a closer look. Hang on.' And with that Adam dropped to his feet and faced the throbbing packet of boyjoy. 'Now then, a test in role play. I want you to pretend you are a 17-year-old schoolboy in his teacher's study. OK?'
'Yes, sir. Oooh sir, what are you going to do to me?'
'Well Jamie, you said you wanted extra lessons. But you have to pay for them somehow. And I thought you might enjoy this way.'
Adam brought his mouth closer and flicked his tongue across the silk brief, delighting in the tang of the teenager's precum. Then his mouth closed tight on the bulging mound, and he began to suck greedily at the juicy package of the teen's tight balls and engorged cockmeat. He drank noisily of the boy nectar, and then stopped.
'Time to check you out, kid. Pull your briefs slightly down so that they cup under your balls.'
Jamie obediently flipped his cock and balls free, and his six inches of hot hard teen meat stood proudly away from his body. His foreskin pulled back from his glistening tip, and a drop of precum hung delicately at the end.
'Is that alright sir?'
'Very good for 17, Jamie. You have a fantastic cock. A nice tight foreskin with a fantastic tip glistening with honey, a lovely velvety ballsack. God, what a little beauty you are my son. Have you ever been sucked by your teacher?'
'No sir.'
'Well, let this be the first time.' Adam closed his eyes and took the youngster's hard cock between his lips. He moaned gently as the boy bucked and thrust gently in his mouth.'
'Oh yeahh! Suck my fucking cock, sir. I want you to make me pump spunk.'
Adam sucked expertly on Jamie's boyish cockmeat for about a minute, but then pulled back. 'Your juicy cock tastes fantastic. You really can leak that precum to order, can't you. And what a taste - smooth and sweet at the same time. But now I want you to toss off for me, Jamie. I want you to produce as much creamy spunk as you can manage. The more that young boys like you can produce, the more we like it here! Sit on that chair, and try to get the cum to gather in a nice creamy pool on your tummy. I'm going to sit and watch. I just love to see hot teens like you bubble towards the edge and then shoot. Come on, masturbate for me!'
Jamie sat down as asked, and parted his legs wide. He slicked up his cock with the precum which was still flowing freely in clear droplets, and then gripping his shaft between his fingers he got down to some serious wanking action. He was pretty confident that he would be able to produce quite a load of cum, and he was used to shooting over himself - that was his favourite method at home in his bedroom. He glanced down at himself and, even in the unusual situation he found himself, he was really excited by the moment. The fact that a complete stranger was being so turned on by his actions was really stimulating. As he wanked, he made sure that Adam had a good view of his tip as it slid back and forth beneath his fleshy hood. The feel of the soft silk of the borrowed briefs tucked under his tightening balls was tantalising.
'I'm nearly there' he muttered, as he felt the boiling juices start their journey towards the light.
'Good lad, that's good. Just let yourself go, and enjoy it.'
'Oh God, here I cum. I'm cumming. Ooh, aaaaaaahh!!'
Jamie lifted his bum from the seat as the first pearls of white cum pulsed from the head of the teenager's cock. And then on he went, the splutters of creamy spunk jetting in a gentle flood across his taut stomach. The pleasure was incredibly intense for him, and he squeezed his shaft to heighten the ecstasy of orgasm.
At last he was done. He was aware of Adam still watching, and smiling. 'Very, very impressive Jamie. You are going to be such a fucking star here. When can you start?'
As Jamie travelled homewards on the train he wondered what he had let himself in for. But there was no doubt in his mind as to whether he was going to go back. Adam had promised that if he arrived early evening the next day there would be a chance to meet some of the other boys before they all went on duty for the night. He was looking forward to his first night's work in the Milk and Honey Club.
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