Page 35 of The Trailer Park Twink
“Okay,” he says, his voice shaking. When he slowly whirls to face me, he splays his legs out wide. I follow his lead, spreading my legs as widely as they’ll go. It puts my entire bulge on full display, just like his. The second his eyes latch on, they refuse to let go.
“Jesus fucking Christ. It’s huge.”
“I know,” I say with a chuckle, and maybe a little pride. My cock is probably the only thing I’ve got going for me. I ain’t smart. I ain’t all that interesting. Hell, before Shelly, I couldn’t even land a second date. I’m nothing special, and I know that about myself. I’m okay with it. But this part of me? This part of me is beautiful. This part is a masterpiece, and the way my boy is staring at it tells me he agrees.
I’ve never felt more adored than I do now, and I sure as hell ain’t adored anyone as much as I adore Austin.
His breath keeps hitching in his chest as he drinks the sight of me in. He’s got his pretty, little hand on top of my bare thigh like he fucking owns it. “Is this real?”
I put my hand on top of his and give him the most assuring squeeze I can, pouring all my love into it. “You bet your fuckin’ ass it is.”
Turning his head, he looks at the laptop. “This is Dallas, and this is his super-sexy cowboy hat. He’s the guy I always mention in my videos. Dallas has agreed to show us a special party trick.”
I take off the hat and put it on his head. “Looks better on you.”
“Nuh-uh. Everything looks better on you.” A rush of color spreads across his cheeks. “I bet I'd look good on you.” He glances down at my lap. “Gonna ride it like a bucking bronco soon.”
My mouth goes dry and I have to take a deep breath and hold it in, because fuck yes to that. Fuck yes to Aussie riding me on an endless loop. “I think you mean bucking bronco.”
“I said what I said.” He stares at me for a moment, and then a small frown appears in the corner of his mouth.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighs. “I don’t want to have to worry about engaging with the viewers tonight. I usually interact with them during my videos, but I want to focus on you.”
Does he want to end the recording? I’m totally fine with that. In fact, I think I’d prefer it. I know he could use the money though. He’s too proud to come out and ask me for an allowance, but part of me wishes he would. The smallest, most secret part of me wants him to quit school altogether and just stay home. I want him to have an easy life. One where he don’t have to worry about the stress of working a nine-to-five. One where he’s waiting for me at the door each afternoon when I come home with a kiss and a margarita. The margarita would be his, because after the tattoo party with Bubba, I think I might give up liquor completely. I loved seeing Aussie let himself have fun, but I don’t like that I wasn’t sober enough to protect him. I wanna be of sound mind whenever he’s with me, because if anything ever happened to him, it would kill me.
“Don’t worry about them. It’s just me and you in the room right now.” I take his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Do you want me to takeitout?”
He stares at my bulge; the intensity of his gaze sends blood pumping down to it. I wrap a hand around the shaft and give it a stroke through the fabric of my underwear. A few more strokes and the initial signs of pre-cum rear their head. A smallpatch of wetness spreads across the fabric, and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger the longer I stroke.
I rise from the bed and stand in front of him, keeping my ass to the camera. I want Aussie to be part of the experience, because I think I need him to guide me just as much as he needs me to do it for him.
“Daddy?” he asks, staring up at me with a look of confusion.
“Take them off me, Austin.” I rarely call him Austin, because he’s not. He’s Aussie. My Aussie. The unusual sound of his name on my lips seems to startle him, and he sits upright like a dog caught destroying a throw pillow. I grab the hat off his head and place it on the bedside table, because it's just going to get in the way. “Go on, little man. Help Dad out.”
His eyes roll back in his head, and for a second, I worry he’s having a seizure, but then they lock back in place, filled with an intense expression I’ve only ever seen the day I watched him come as he sat in my lap. His fingers spill over the waistband, and to my surprise, he doesn’t just tug them down. He reaches inside and curls his fingers around my cock.
“Holy fucking fuck,” I moan, my knees giving way. He wraps an arm around me, catching me before I fall, but his other hand is still on my cock. Once I’ve found my footing, he releases the grip he’s got on my back and uses it to tug down the front of my boxers before pulling my cock and balls over, letting my package dangle. My cock is throbbing, red andswollen and aggressively pouring out pre-cum. The way he licks his lips has me wondering what that tongue would feel like cleaning my cockhead. Aussie’s got me harder than I’ve ever been in my life, and then he makes me even harder when he slowly strokes me.
Hand jobs weren’t on the menu, as far as I’m aware, but that don’t stop me from letting it happen. No, not justlet. Want. Need. It’s the first time he’s ever touched me there, skin-on-skin.
“You’re jacking me off,” I whisper, more to myself than anyone. It feels like it’s happening to someone else, because even though I think I’m having a midlife bi awakening, a man has never touched my cock.
“Is it okay?”
I nod, because what else can I do? He ain’t stroking it to make me come. That much is obvious, considering he’s moving at a snail’s pace. His hand slides back and forth on an endless loop and both of us have our eyes locked on the place where our bodies are connected. He pauses on the upstroke and just holds my cockhead in his hand like someone might hold a dog leash. Though his hand ain’t moving, he’s doing this little trick where he softly squeezes and eases his grip on the head, my pre-cum acting like lube, making each squeeze sound squishy. My hips roll forward, fucking into his fist, andI’m sure I must have a hungry look in my eyes, because as I stare at him, I realize I’m fuckin’ starving for my boy.
We both know where this night is heading. Even if we don’t full-on fuck, I’m going to come in front of him, and I don’t plan on letting him go to bed with blue balls, so he’ll be busting a load too.
“Alright,” he finally says. “Let’s see this party trick.”
With a deep breath, I turn, taking a seat on the bed, letting both legs dangle over the edge. I take my cock in my hand and give it a few leisurely strokes for the camera. “I found out I could do this about ten years ago.” I’m not sure if I’m talking to him or the camera, but I keep going anyway. “I don’t get the chance to do it too often, because I’m always worried someone’s going to walk in on me and think I’m a freak or something. I know it’s gross, but—”
He squeezes my knee. “Daddy, if I could suck my own dick, I would never leave the bedroom. There’s nothing gross about it. It’s pretty fucking hot, actually.” When I look over, his eyes are locked on my leaking dick. Wanting to make the moment special, I swipe my fingers through the puddle of pre-cum on my stomach where my cock is resting, then bring my thumb to his mouth. “Breakfast of champions.”
His eyes widen and he wastes no time, diving forward and enveloping my thumb with his lips. His tongue twists and turns around me like a hurricane, leaving no dry skin behind.He focuses on the tip, probably trying to show me his skills. If Aussie is half as talented at sucking cock as he is sucking my thumb, I think we can forgo the tests. He’s already passed with flying colors.
