Page 12 of Kylan

No judgement. No jokes, no sneers. No negativity. Only acceptance.

Fifteen-year-old me would have never dreamed living this life right now was possible.

I needed to remind myself of that more often.

I turned the screen off and smiled, then set about prepping for my first video.

It was easierthan I thought it would be. Actually, it was no different to what I did at Leon and Marek’s house; I was clean, moisturised, lubed up. I painted my nails hot pink. I chose the prettiest pink frilly mini skirt that didn’t even reach the tops of my thighs. My panties were white lace with matching suspenders and stockings.

I didn’t normally do the stockings but I loved how they felt, and I decided I should take these to Leon andMarek’s on the weekend. I’m sure they’d like them on me...

I decided to start with a front-on angle, then move into the side angle Fitch had used. We’d worked out where on the bed to kneel, sit, or lie, depending on where the camera was situated.

I began with my back to the camera, and I slowly knelt on the bed, giving the camera a view of my arse and thighs, the suspenders, stockings, the skirt, the butt plug.

I ran my hands up the backs of my thighs and gave my arse a squeeze, then rattled the butt plug. I moaned and settled into kneeling in the front-facing position. It gave the viewer a great shot of the suspenders on my thighs and if I lifted the skirt just right, when I was skimming my hand over myself, my cock and balls dipped down below the hem of my skirt.

“I need to make sure I’m ready for my daddy,” I murmured. “He doesn’t like to wait.”

Then I picked up the seven-inch pink silicone dildo and drizzled it with lube. I began stroking it as I would a cock, smearing the slickness, giving it a good pump, and moaning as I did.

“Daddy’s so big,” I said, my pitch high and breathy. Then I knelt up and, lifting my skirt a little, began rubbing the dildo against my own dick. “Daddy’s so much bigger than me.”

My cock was confined by the panties, though they barely concealed me at all. I let the head of my cock slip out and began to frot with the dildo.

It felt so fucking good. I felt awkward speaking to noone, speaking for the viewers. Fitch had made it look so easy. He was a natural, talking and whimpering like he did. He made it sound as if Dominic was in the room with him...

And that gave me an idea.

Pretend Leon and Marek were here. Pretend as if they were doing this to me, or if I was doing this for them, at least.

So that’s what I did.

I tried to be mindful of the camera, of the angles, but I closed my eyes and imagined Leon and Marek were with me. My hands were Marek’s, the dildo was Leon, my whispers and moans were for them.

I could hear them in my head. Things they’d said to me, the way they murmured that I was such a good boy, the way they held me, reassured me, made me feel safe and loved.

“Yes, daddy,” I cried out as the dildo was fully seated inside me. I rocked back and forth, feeling every inch, just how Leon loved it. Marek’s arms would wrap around me, their soft kisses on my head, on my neck... “You make me feel so good.”

I was lost to it after that.

Imagining it was them. Wishing it was.

I felt their absence when it was over, a hollow satisfaction when I opened my eyes and remembered that I was alone.

I’d made myself come to visions of them. It was intense and felt far too real.

Just like their absence.

God, I needed them. I needed their strength and comfort. I needed the way they replaced my troubles with a heady bubble of adoration and need.

But I wasn’t due to see them for two more nights.

Two nights may as well have been forever.

I cleaned myself up, the bed and all the toys I’d used, and changed into some shorts and a T-shirt before watching my video to see if it was usable.

All while pretending my heart didn’t ache, that I wasn’t missing Leon and Marek like crazy.

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