Male-Milk Man

John pulled into the dimly lit parking lot of The Natural Tap, excited to get to work. The neon sign flickered, casting an eerie glow on the cracked pavement. He took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of grilled meats and something faintly sweet. It was a scent that had grown familiar over the past few weeks, a blend that no other job could offer. As he stepped out of his car, the cool evening air brushed against his skin, hinting at the promise of a busy night.

The back door creaked open, revealing a narrow corridor that led to the beating heart of the restaurant. He exchanged nods and greetings with the other employees as he made his way down the hall, their laughter and chatter echoing off the walls. The walls were plastered with various food safety regulations and employee schedules, but John's eyes remained fixed on the door at the end. The prep room, where milk men and maidens got ready and took breaks.

Pushing the door open, John was greeted by a flurry of activity. Some of the milk maidens and men were already changing into their uniforms, the soft rustle of fabric punctuating the air. The room was designed to be efficient, with benches lining the walls and lockers for their street clothes and personal items. The stark, industrial lighting illuminated their bare bodies, revealing every curve and freckle. There was a sense of camaraderie here, a bond forged by the shared experience of this job's joys and challenges.

John starts undressing, taking off his shirt, and pants and underwear. Completely naked above his ankles, he could his coworkers staring at it, something they would all tend to do when body parts they like are visible, so it didn't bother him. John put on his uniform, a button up long sleeve shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and nice dress pants that had a colorful flap over his dick and balls. The flap, along with the lack of underwear, made it easy for him to comfortably take his genitals out for serving to the customers, and the flap is colorful to draw attention to bulge and to distinguish the milk men from the waiters.

"Hey, John," called out Tina, a bubbly blonde milk maiden, "Ready to serve up some happiness?" She winked, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she glanced at his crotch. Tina had already changed into her milk maidens uniform: a milk maid dress with a colorful bust and a deep square neckline to show off lots of cleavage. The neckline was elastic to make it easy to pull down for breastfeeding the customers. A bra would get in the way of that, so the milk maidens don't wear bras. The waitresses uniform different only in that their dresses didn't have a colorful bust, and the neckline didn't have to be elastic. Tina was washing her nipples, something required at the beginning of everyone's shift and between customers, for sanitary reasons.

John chuckled at Tina's suggestive question, moving to the sinks where Tina and a couple of his milk man colleagues were washing up. "Always," he replied, rolling up his sleeves and starting on cleaning his own dick and balls. The conversation flowed easily as they discussed the latest gossip and their personal lives, all the while unabashedly eyeing each other's exposed body parts as they changed or washed. Once John finished washing, he tucked his junk back behind the flap and joined the other milk maidens and men that were resting on the couches and armchairs.

John felt the weight of his erection pressing against the fabric of his pants, making him feel good about himself, even sexy. He caught a few glances from his co-workers, their eyes lingering on his crotch before snapping away with a smile. It was nice to feel desired, and he would often glance at the concealed breasts of the milk maidens lounging around.

The door to the prep room opened, a waiter peeking his head in. "Carole" the waiter said to the brunette sitting across the lounge from him. "A customer at table 2 has ordered milk straight from the tap," he said with a smile. "Okay," Carole responded, and smiled at the other milk maidens and men, "Here we go!" Carole got up and made her way to the doors of the room to tend to the customer. "Have fun!" called out Brian, another milk man, as Carole left the room.

A minute later, another person enters the room.