Page 11 of Kylan

I wanted to tell Fitch how happy I was. How happy they made me. I wanted to tell him about my studies, how they encouraged me to be better, to want betterofmyself andformyself.

I wanted to tell him how much I loved them both, and how it killed me that they were so in love without me. How they were the best thing to happen to me in years, how they encouraged me to dress up and feel pretty. How I wanted them to keep me forever.

But I couldn’t.

I couldn’t say any of that.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Show Dom. Let me know what he thinks, but I’m pretty sure we both know he’s gonna love it.”

Fitch winced. “Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked questions. I didn’t mean to ruin your mood.”

I tried to smile for him. “Nah, it’s all good. I can’t talk about them. I shouldn’t have said anything...” I clapped his shoulder. “Your video was great. The lighting was good, the angle and side view was a good idea.”

He seemed mollified at least. “You want a copy to jerk off to?”

I rolled my eyes and smiled genuinely this time. “Uh, no, I’m good thanks. It was hot, though. The boy underwear might get requested a lot though. You might need to buy some more.”

His eyes lit up. “I wonder if I can sell the pairs with my jizz on them?”

“Jesus Christ.” Then I thought about it. “Probably, and for a lot of money.”

He pulled out his phone. “I’m gonna search that up.”

My god.

“When are you doing your first video?” he asked, still thumbing his phone screen.

“Probably tonight,” I replied. “I guess.”

I wasn’t sure how this was our life now, but it sure beat working the street.

“Oh, Benji said he’ll come over tomorrow,” Fitch said. He looked up at me and smiled. “Said he’s gonna try and do two videos in one day. Ambitious or horny, I dunno.”

“Both,” I allowed.

He chuckled. “He was gonna try doing a jerk-off scene in the bathroom at Nolan’s place, just on his phone. Kinda hard when he’s not here to do them all the time.”He shrugged. “Dunno what the lighting situation is like in Nolan’s bathroom though.”

“Maybe we can edit the lighting,” I suggested. “It’s a good idea to have some different locations. Certainly couldn’t hurt. As long as there’s nothing identifiable anywhere to give Nolan or his house away.”

Fitch’s smile brightened. “I love that this is our life now.”

“Don’t miss working the street?”

“You mean, do I miss random grotty strangers with dick cheese? Uh, that’d be a very hard no.”

I made a face. “Ew.”

He shrugged. “Well, we gotta get this channel up and running asap or I will be back working the street with random grotty strangers?—”

I put my hand up. “Please don’t say dick cheese again. Like, ever.”

He laughed and headed toward his room. “Okay, I need to call Dom about the likelihood of selling my jizz-crusty underwear. And maybe do a solo jerk-off scene. Who woulda thought watching my own porn videos would be so fucking hot.”

His room door closed, and I stood there, wondering how, as Fitch had said, this was my life now. After all the shit I’d been through, all the terrible things, and now I had friends like Fitch who could talk so openly about sex and life, I was living authentically, and despite everything, I was happy. I had begun opening up to Fitch and Benji more lately, because I loved them like brothers andbest friends. I needed them, their support, and their unconditional love for me.

When we’d agreed to do the online sex channel, I made the decision to be my authentic self. It wasn’t just for kink ratings or because there was a market for it. I’d done it for me.

I’d ordered new butt plugs and some cute little frilly skirts and lacey knickers. I expected Fitch and Benji to make a fuss. But they’d both seen them and they’d not even cared. Actually, Fitch had picked up the skirt and, meeting my eyes, he’d said, “Well this is hot as fuck.”

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