Jake's phone rang. He frowned at it. On screen was the name Chad Morton, along with some heart emojis. The same Chad Morton that had copied off him in high school? The dumb, meathead jock? The dumb, handsome, hung meathead jock?
Wait, where did those thoughts come from? Jake didn't know, but he couldn't help himself from getting horny at the mere thought of Chad. He answered the phone.
"Hello?" he said, his voice coming out sexy thanks to his arousal.
"Hey, babe. Just wanted to check on my milker," Chad's voice said. Jake leaned back in his chair, getting wet at the sound of his voice. "Don't use up all that milk of yours at work, okay? Save some for me."
"Of course," Jake whispered. Chad laughed.
"That's my hubby. I'll pick you up after work. Love you."
"Love you too." Chad hung up. Jake blinked a few times. What just happened? He pulled up the app and generated a new sentence.
"Like all milkers, Jake married young to the best breeder around." Okay. He had a husband? He generated a new sentence.
"Like all milkers, Jake gets uncontrollably horny over his spouse."
Great. That had definitely been his experience. Jake sighed. Being a milker was turning out worse than he expected. He had to get back to normal. But...
Jake looked at the picture frame he'd just noticed on his desk. It was of him and Chad on their wedding day at eighteen. Jake moaned, getting horny again. He couldn't do it! He couldn't go back! It would mean losing Chad, and he couldn't lose Chad!
Panting, Jake generated a new sentence.
"Jake can't wait to have sex with Chad tonight." He definitely couldn't wait. Jake changed "tonight" to "now" and braced himself.