The Milkman Teaches Me How To Properly Nurse On a Bottle

sluttyjimmy · 2025-08-11T11:18:27Z

One of the kinkier and hottest sexual experiences I had occurred when I hooked up with a 22-year-old personal trainer I met on an on-line sex app. when I was 51. I asked this stud what he was looking for sexually, thinking he would end the text messaging quickly, given our age difference and how incredibly hot he was in comparison to me. I was surprised and perplexed, however, when he responded by not answering my question, but asking me my first name. I told him my name was “Jimmy,” and he confidently said, “I’m ‘The Milkman,’ Jimmy, but you can call me ‘DaDa.’”

At this point, I was perplexed and confused by our conversation, and I thought I misheard him. I slowly repeated to him out loud “The Milkman?”…“DaDa?,” as I tried to process in my head what he said and not understanding why a hot young stud 29 years my junior would want me to call him “DaDa.” He, in turn, confidently responded, “Let me explain what I am looking for, but I want to emphasize this is not negotiable. You can either take it or leave it, and I expect your answer as soon as I am done providing the details.” And with that, DaDa started to refer to both him and me in the third person, like he was narrating a story to me, providing me with the following detailed explanation:

· “’DaDa’ is ‘The Milkman’ and produces lots of milk. DaDa has a big 8” milk bottle and can feed Jimmy all the milk he needs.”

· “Jimmy is a hungry boy and needs lots of milk, especially DaDa’s milk. Jimmy needs to feed on DaDa’s bottle.”

· “When Jimmy arrives, DaDa will be lying on the bed, stripped down to his socks and a wearing ball cap. DaDa’s milk bottle will be ready for Jimmy to nurse.”

· “Jimmy will let himself in and after stripping down to his socks, will join DaDa on the bed. Jimmy will lie on his side, between DaDa’s spread legs, with his mouth facing DaDa’s bottle.”

· “Once in position, Jimmy will lie his head down on DaDa’s thigh, to provide Jimmy’s head and neck with long-term support and Jimmy’s mouth easy access to DaDa’s big milk bottle.”

I arrived at DaDa’s apartment, and it all played out as detailed above. DaDa was fucking hot in every way imaginable…A stunning bi-racial man with a phenomenal body, including an amazing eight pack, and great calves that his white calf-length athletic socks drew attention to. He also wore a ball cap with “Milkman” embroidered on the front of it!

Once I was in position with my head on his thigh and my mouth close to his big milk bottle, DaDa verbally narrated next steps to me:

· “In a minute, Jimmy is going to ‘latch on’ to DaDa’s milk bottle. DaDa is going to explain what Jimmy needs to do, and Jimmy will do as DaDa instructs.”

I nodded my head up and down.

· “The first thing DaDa needs to explain is what a ‘Good Latch” is and how Jimmy needs to latch on to DaDa's bottle. Don’t worry, Jimmy. We have plenty of time and DaDa is going to be very patient.”

· “To get a ‘Good Latch’ onto DaDa’s bottle, Jimmy needs to open his mouth wide like a he’s giving a big yawn, to get a good amount of DaDa’s big bottle in his mouth…Open wide, Jimmy!”

· “Good boy! Now Jimmy needs to flange his lips outward. Think about fish lips and the opening and closing motion fishes do repeatedly. Jimmy needs to push out and position his lips, so they stick out full, prominent, and pouty. Excellent job, Jimmy! It comes so naturally and it’s like Jimmy was born to do this. The good news is Jimmy’s gonna nurse on DaDa’s bottle for a good long time, since practice makes perfect, and Jimmy’s lips are gonna be swollen and puffy with all that practice!”

· “OK, Jimmy…It’s time to latch on good. Pay attention to the instructions DaDa has given and get a good five inches of that milk bottle in your mouth. Close those lips around that bottle.”

· “Fuck, yeah! Now, Jimmy, hold those lips in place on that bottle and create a suction. Act like that milk bottle is a straw and Jimmy is sucking the milk out of the bottle through the straw. Fuck, that’s it! Now slightly release the suction but keep those lips firmly around DaDa’s bottle. Think about the mouth movements of a fish, Jimmy…Suckle and release…suckle and release. Keep those lips on that milk bottle like Jimmy’s fucking life depends on it and keep on suckling over…and over…and over….FUCK!”

I kept suckling DaDa’s bottle as instructed, keeping my lips extended so they had maximum contact. My lips never left DaDa’s bottle, and my mouth to started to feel a couple of drops of something wet. My eyes opened wide in surprise…Was it DaDa’s milk? As if he read my mind, DaDa asked,

· “Does Jimmy taste and feel that wetness? Those drops in Jimmy’s mouth are from DaDa’s bottle. It’s not milk. It’s all-natural organic juice that will keep Jimmy’s mouth lubricated and moist. Jimmy is fortunate. DaDa produces a steady and solid stream of juice that Jimmy is gonna feel dripping into his suckling mouth. Feel those drops, Jimmy? Those drops will continue until DaDa feeds Jimmy his milk. Those continual drops will help keep those lips suctioned to DaDa’s bottle while Jimmy nurses and will help to eventually get DaDa’s milk out of the bottle and into Jimmy’s tum tum.”

· “Speaking of nursing, Jimmy, DaDa has another nursing technique to teach. So far Jimmy has kept that suckling going good while keeping those lips on DaDa’s bottle. Now DaDa wants Jimmy to keep sucking in like the milk bottle is a straw with lots of suction. If Jimmy’s doing it right, his cheeks will pull inward as his lips suck on DaDa’s bottle like a straw…Now release that suction by popping those lips open. As soon as Jimmy pops those lips open, create the full suction again with those lips surrounding the bottle…That’s it…now pop those lips again…now suck it like a straw. Pop those lips open and now suck it like a straw again. That’s it, Jimmy. Pop those lips open and then suck it like a straw, over and over and over and over. FUCK, Jimmy is a noisy little fucker!

As I practiced this newest technique, I was literally smacking my lips against DaDa’s bottle. My top lip was smacking against the top of DaDa’s bottle and my protruding bottom lip, was smacking against the bottom of DaDa’s bottle. I got a sense from the moaning and swearing, that DaDa liked that technique a lot.

· “OK, Jimmy. One final nursing technique to share: Sometimes when Jimmy pops his lips off of DaDa’s milk bottle, and while keeping DaDa’s bottle in Jimmy’s mouth, say ‘DaDa’ out loud.” Fuck yeah, Jimmy…Do it again!...And Again!...And Again!!!

As I said “DaDa” repeatedly when my lips released suction and smacked against the top and bottom sides of DaDa’s bottle, my mouth was still five inches deep on his bottle. It caused “DaDa” to come out of my mouth garbled, but both DaDa and I could make out what I was saying. I felt DaDa’s bottle plump up further.

I was broken from the daze of hearing my suckling noises when DaDa said,

· “Jimmy was clearly born to nurse on DaDa’s bottle. An important lesson here though is that nursing is a marathon not a sprint. The word ‘Nursing” is the very definition of that. Jimmy has probably heard of guys ‘nursing a drink." That means sipping and savoring it for a good long extended time. The phrase "nursing" originally came from medical nurses providing ‘careful attention and prolonged care’ to their patients. Well in this situation, Jimmy is nursing on DaDa’s bottle. Jimmy will sip and savor DaDa’s juices for a long time and provide careful attention and prolonged care to DaDa’s bottle until DaDa fills Jimmy’s tum tum up with nice warm milk.”

· “With that in mind, DaDa’s going to pull the bed sheet and comforter up over Jimmy's head and up to DaDa’s chest, but before that happens, DaDa wants to show Jimmy something special: See this plastic grill that comes up the side of the bed and over the top of the mattress here next to me and facing you? This is a bed fan. When DaDa turns it on with this remote, Jimmy will feel cool air blowing down from the top of the bed and hitting his face. This will allow Jimmy to nurse on DaDa’s bottle for a good long time and stay cool and comfortable while underneath the comforter and top sheet. The air will lift up the top sheet and comforter so it will be like Jimmy is nursing on DaDa’s bottle in the privacy of his own little tent. Now grab the top of the sheet and comforter at the end of the bed, Jimmy, and pull them up so Dada can grab onto them, and DaDa will turn the fan on as soon as they are pulled up to DaDa’s chest.”

· “DaDa is going to also turn the light off and lie here until DaDa dozes off and falls asleep. There is no hurry here. Jimmy just needs to focus on nursing.

To provide some context: While there was a mutual understanding that I would nurse on DaDa’s bottle until he fed me his milk, I did not realize that it would take hours of nursing and suckling for DaDa to fill me up with his milk. I ultimately found out that DaDa did not feed me for hours because he was unable to produce his milk sooner. Nor was it based on the quality of my nursing skills. Through this experience, I found that DaDa savors maximum milk production during the night while he sleeps, with the goal of serving up the greatest amount of milk possible when he wakes up after a good night sleep! DaDa was providing prolonged care to his milk production by establishing a comfortable setting, complete with bed fan, so I could nurse and help him with his milk production.

After DaDa pulled the covers up tightly around his chest and turned the light off, I got into the “zone” of nursing on DaDa’s bottle. I am not sure when DaDa fell asleep, but he did not move any part of his body for a very long time. After what seemed like hours of me nursing on DaDa’s bottle, DaDa moved his legs slightly which made me think he had just woken up even though it had to be the middle of the night. After a couple of minutes, my nose picked up the smell of weed, and I assumed DaDa had lit a joint. It was at that moment, still in total darkness under the covers, the smell of weed became overwhelming, and I coughed with my mouth still on DaDa’s bottle. WHAT THE FUCK?! While I could not see anything in the darkness, DaDa must have lifted up the end of the comforter and sheet from his chest and blew the fucking smoke from his joint underneath the covers, and the fan in turn blew the smoke into my fucking face! The smoke stayed all around me, so I assume DaDa pulled the covers back down tightly against his chest to trap the smoke in with me. DaDa then used the remote to turn the bed fan on high, and it got much louder. I quickly had no clean air to breathe and the smoke entered into my lungs when I had no choice but to breath through my nose while my lips were still suctioned around DaDa’s bottle. It seemed like I went a long time without clean air and there were times when the smoke hitting my lungs seemed to intensify as DaDa may have blown more smoke under the covers. It did not take very long before I nursed on DaDa’s bottle in my stoned state.

With all concept of time lost, I nursed on DaDa’s bottle like my life depended on it, using the techniques DaDa taught me and expected. At one point, with no advance warning, DaDa’s milk erupted into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I coughed in surprise, but my lips were still suctions completely around his bottle, ensuring I drank every drop of the huge amount of milk only a young buck could produce afters many hours of being nursed. I continued nursing on DaDa’s bottle because there was no indication I should stop. I nursed for about another ten minutes when DaDa turned off the bed fan and said in a loud voice so I could hear him under the covers,

· Good job drinking all of DaDa’s milk for breakfast, Jimmy. DaDa’s going to turn the bed fan back on and lie in bed for a bit longer. Then DaDa is going to make Jimmy a special healthy drink called “Golden Glow Juice.” It contains pineapple, orange, carrot, mango, lemon, turmeric, ginger, and lime. It’s a healthy beverage that is part of a 3-day cleanse. DaDa will make it for Jimmy the next three mornings. It is full of nutrients, and some of the benefits include boosting energy, preventing colds, and making skin look more radiant. It also tastes fucking amazing. Jimmy should keep nursing lightly while DaDa rests a bit longer and then DaDa will make some Golden Glow Juice for Jimmy.

And with that, DaDa turned the bed fan back on and I started nursing lightly on DaDa’s bottle again, almost falling asleep with DaDa's warm milk in my tum tum. I was startled awake and it was deja vous when DaDa erupted in my mouth again, hitting the back of my throat. But this time it was not DaDa’s milk. It had to be DaDa’s Golden Glow Juice.

As DaDa fed me the golden juice from his bottle, I started to panic because it was so unexpected, and had to swallow quickly and repeatedly because it was coming fast with no end in sight. I drank non-stop for what had to be close to 30 seconds! As I burped and realized my stomach felt bloated, DaDa turned off the bed fan and pushed the covers down, so my head was uncovered. He was still wearing the “Milkman” ball cap, smiled widely, and looked very well rested as he said,

· “Jimmy just drank about 16 ounces of DaDa's Golden Glow Juice. That's two fucking cups of DaDa's juice, Jimmy! It’s supplements Jimmy's milk breakfast well and is a great way to start a 3-day clensing. Be back here at 11pm tonight so Jimmy can nurse more milk and Golden Glow Juice out of DaDa’s bottle.

DaDa then slid off the bed while I still laid on my side in my nursing position. DaDa went into the bathroom and closed the door to get ready for his day. I presumed that was my cue to leave, and as I got off the bed and looked at the clock on DaDa’s nightstand, I realized I would be back nursing on DaDa’s bottle in about 15 hours.

The Original Style Bottle Used to Feed Jimmy: