Page 4 of Kylan

What we’d found was a boy who fit our list of needs so well, we eventually made it a weekly fix. In fact, he was so fucking perfect for us we made it a twice a week contract.

We liked a pretty little thing that we could share, that would welcome both of us, that we could dress up and pamper, then do all kinds of heavenly things to.

The thing about Kylan was, we soon learned, that he needed it as much as we did.

It was so easy to see how pretty he felt, how happy he was. Putting on a tiny skirt that twirled or pretty knickers and stockings.

Just like it was easy to see how much pleasure he got out of it. Having one of our cocks buried inside him while the other watched, or when we spit-roasted him—which was clearly his favourite—sent Kylan to his happy place.He got that glazed-over look on his face, in his eyes; satisfaction, relief, pride.

He was born to be a femboy.

Our femboy.

He thrived.

And watching Leon fuck him gave me a great sense of pleasure and pride as well. We’d always included a third in our bed for the pure satisfaction of watching the man we loved most in this world in his element.

Leon was a god amongst men.

To me, at least.

I adored him, loved him more than life itself, and watching him fuck another man turned me on in ways I couldn’t explain.

Almost more than when he fucked me.

And I know he got off on watching me fuck Kylan as well.

He was never sexier than with a femboy between us.

I fucking loved it.

This beautiful boy. So pretty, so fem, so eager to please.

His entire purpose was to please us, and in return we spoiled him, pampered him, cherished him.

Gave him pleasures he never knew possible.

But more than that, we took his mind to places he needed to go.

I could see it in his eyes when he reached that place of bliss. When Leon pumped his seed into him, Kylan gasped, smiling, over-awed, and his eyes... glazed over with pride and pleasure.

When it was my turn, Leon sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, Kylan’s face buried in his chest, body between his thighs while I got into position.

Leon kissed him softly, stroking his cheek. “Good boy,” he murmured. “You like to please your daddies, don’t you, boy?”

Kylan nodded.

I held Kylan’s hips and inspected his hole. He was gaping open, Leon’s come trickling at the edge, and absolutely glorious. “Ready for your second daddy?” I asked.

Kylan nodded again and Leon held him to his chest while I raised his hips. “That’s it, boy,” Leon cooed. “Keep your little arse up for him. Let him in.”

Sliding into Kylan was heaven and ecstasy all in one. Even with Leon opening him up, he was still tight. Warm, wet, and full of my lover’s seed. Knowing I was fucking Leon’s come into him was a level of devotion I couldn’t find anywhere else.

The way we shared this boy, the way we adored him equally. His small arse, his narrow hips fit in my hands so perfectly. I could grip him and fill him so thoroughly. He lay on Leon’s chest, cradled in his strong arms, his face in Leon’s chest hair as he took every inch of me.

Kylan whined and moaned, and I pressed my weight down on him. Leon’s arms slid around me, his eyes locked with mine over Kylan’s head, and he held us both as I began the slow climb to climax.

We sandwiched him, held him between us, as I thrust long and deep. Just how he loved it. His moans becamelouder, sharper, and he tried to roll his hips, tried to move.

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