The Kinky Kings

The Kinky Kings

a slightly risque photo essay by Dev

We haven’t done much in the way of Christmas decorating here in the Devoted Lover household–too busy testing Humblers and so on–but the three Kings have made an appearance on our dining room table.

We three Kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star.

 

Kings traversing...

They looked so innocent while they were just walking along, but I could tell, the minute they stopped to take a break, they were eyeing each other…

The King in green, who turned out to be Melchior, had a particularly devilish gleam in his eye. The minute my back was turned, he made a beeline for the black bearded one. “Got a kiss for daddy?” he purred.

 

Smooch!

The little guy was shocked–SHOCKED!–at what his two compatriots were up to and discreetly turned away. But when he heard robes rustling and positions shifting, curiosity got the better of him.

His eyes widened like saucers. “What are you…what are you…?” he stammered, hardly believing what he saw.

The black-bearded King pulled himself off the green guy’s cock for a second, and glared at the little guy. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he snapped. “Melchior and I aren’t putting on a show for you. Either join in the fun or go sit under that burning bush over there.”

“Yeah,” said Melchior. “Two kings are good, but three are better.”

The little guy didn’t need to be asked twice.

The Kinky Kings

And thus the Kinky Kings were born…