Bo looked around at the shop. It was still empty except for Andy. He figured he had time for a quick session at the machine.
He turned the open sign back over, moving the hands on the little cardboard clock to indicate that he would be back in five minutes.
Glancing back to Andy, he said, "If a customer comes in, let me know."
Bo made his way to the back of the ice cream shop through the door to the kitchen. In the back corner, a low stool sat across from the four-tubed device with lines running to a chilled vat. He checked the silicon teat cups and slowly slid them over each of his teats. Bo flipped on the switch to the machine and felt the device begin to rhythmically suck.
In seconds he started to feel the milk being drawn out of him and into the vat. The steady beat of the increasing and decreasing suction felt like heaven and he felt the pressure in his full udder start to dissipate.
Bo let out a soft moan. He had missed his normal session earlier today when the rush came through and this felt good. He put his hands on his head and leaned back on the wall behind him. His legs splayed out in front of the machine and the tubes steadily drawing out his milk.
He heard the door to the kitchen open and Andy was standing there watching him.
"Uh hey, Andy, do we have a customer?" Bo said.
"No," Andy replied. "I was just feeling a little thirsty."
"Oh, there's milk in the fridge or you can get one of the sodas from the fountain," Bo said, a little unnerved that Andy was staring at him so fixedly.
"I was thinking about getting some milk from the source." Andy said while moving close to him.
"I don't know if I feel comfortable with that. Besides, the machine is already doing what it does." Bo said.
Andy shifted his attention back to his tablet for a moment. Then he looked up and said, "Not from your teats, from your tits."
Bo glanced down at his massive pecs that were pushing out the top of his modified overalls. He didn't realize or remember that moments ago, his muscled upper body had been clothed in a Crazy Cow branded black tee.
Andy moved toward his uncle and gave his left nipple a squeeze watching as a stream of white liquid pulsed out. Bo whimpered but he pushed the hand away and started to move to stand up but with the equipment attached to his udder and the way he leaned into the stool, he couldn't get his feet under himself before his smaller nephew pushed him down. Andy straddled the larger man, his thighs and ass jostling the four teat cups as he used his body weight to hold his uncle down.
He pressed his mouth to the older man's massive chest and began to nibble and suck. Pinching the right nipple with his other hand. A deep moan slipped past Bo's lips and he stopped fighting the young man. It felt so good. Too good. He'd remembered always pumping his chest manually. Years ago, when he was going through his changes as a young teen, his parents had offered to get him a breast pump along with the milking machine but he had always felt like that would be too girly. But now as he felt his nephew's hot mouth on his chest, he realized he'd been missing out on something.
Andy licked and lapped, gnawed and nibbled for what had felt like an eternity. After a while, Bo get the milking machine shut off, his udder sufficiently drained but he let Andy continue to toy with his long neglected tits.
Finally, Andy came up for air and Bo had the sense to push him off. He detached the machine, his face flushed with excitement and embarrassment and then he awkwardly excused himself and started for the bathroom. "I've gotta get cleaned up," he said quietly, knowing that a taboo had been broken. Andy watched as Bo left the kitchen but as soon as the door closed he went back to the tablet and started typing.