Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2001 11:53:59 +0000
From: justin scott <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Milk and Honey Club

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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