Hello, Andrew here. DO NOT EAT THE FRUIT. I learnt that the hard way. One day Jayal and I were sneaking up into the storage hut, sick of being just breastfed we tried looking for some papayas or something. We waited until the guards had gone hunting themselves before going in and gorge on the fruits and nuts. We were having a feast when Jayal, with his mouth full of seeds, looked alarmed, making noises and gestures for a moment I thought we had been discovered, and swallowed hard the fruit I was eating ready to dash away. But I saw no one. Jayal finally swallowed his own and alarmed yelled at me in his native tongue: "CHICHE FRUIT!"
I had eaten the fruit of the Chiche woman, at first I plead to Jayal to keep the secret, since I thought it was a sacrilege or something I was most likely going to be thrown out of the village. But Jayal refused and instead told me we had to see the Shaman at once, I was apprehensive to the idea, but Jayal kept saying that we needed to see the shaman urgently. I was about to give in, when he stop giving me a choice and simply grabbed my hand and dragged me to the chief's hut. Jayal confessed to the chief what we had done, the chief looked angry but when Jayal mentioned the part of the Chiche fruit, his expresion changed to worrisome. Turned up that it wasn't so much forbidden as it was dangerous. Apparently the fruit could only be eaten by the Chiche because only woman, beside specially prepared, could bear the extreme production of milk that the fruit generated. To a man it would be dangerous, not to mention a boy like us, in male the milk would just build up and fester in the chest killing the him.
And that's when I got worried, I didn't want to die from a stupid fruit. I grovel at the chief, tears and sot flowing from my face, pleading for some kind of cure.
The next day, Jayal and I were locked inside a hut. I was feeling so silly, my breast had swollen up since the night before, i could easily be a B cup, my pink nipples had become brown tits, and it hurt like hell. The treatment was simply, the milk had to be extracted. But there was a catch, since I'm a boy, it has to be sucked up or else it won't come out. That's why Jayal was with me as part of our punishment/treatment he would be the one that sucks on my nipples. "Chichi." he says softly telling he is ready, despite his bronze skin, I can see a redness on his cheeks, he isn't comfortable with this. At first we try the cradle position, but he kept trying to sit on my penis, we try me laying down and he on top, but his kept rubbing on my stomach. We ended up in a semi embrace, with each one sitting beside each other but looking the other way.
The small arousal I had from our unwanted touching was nothing compared with the sensation that was having Jayal sucking on my boobs (I do not presume ignorance, that day I didn't have a chest, I had boobs!). Each time he sucked I could feel my boner getting a little more turgid by the moment and the pressure in each subsiding. Jayal told me my milk tasted sour, as he spitted out most of it. The chief had told us something else. While the chiche milk from a woman was nutritious and helped raised strong kids, the chiche milk from a man was toxic for a woman and had another effect on a man.
When Jayal stood up as he changed places to suck my other nipple, as the one he was using was getting sore, I saw that Jayal testes had began to swell. "And then the man who drinks the milk would have his balls bloated." the chief said, that he had to relief. Jayal sat there sucking me until I was dripping pre-cum while I tried to ignore the fact that he was massaging his own raging boner. It was 12 hours later when my breast size had dropped to an A, that we were masturbating openly in front of each other. By the end we were drenched in each others cum, Jayal kept sucking me until he was sure not a single drop would come up, and both our ballsacks were drain too.
We bathed the grim away on the river the next day. Before coming to the chief and await our punishment from breaking into the storage hut.