Page 36 of The Trailer Park Twink
When he’s done sucking every trace of pre-cum from my skin, he pulls off, his mouth making a popping sound as we disconnect. Aussie nods, letting me know he’s ready. Taking a deep breath, I try to steady my racing heart, then I get to work. I curl my fingers around my cock and aim it upward. Bending, I lean down and lick the head. It ain’t hard. I mean, licking the tip ain’t hard. My cock is, however, and that’s what I’m focusing on, looking up at him through my lashes as I give it a little kiss.
He lifts his hands like he’s surrendering. “Yeah. That’s officially the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” The second my tongue swipes the head, Aussie makes an ungodly sound, like his voice is filled with pure, unadulterated want. I take the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around, just like he did with my thumb.
I keep licking the tip to give him a show, but I can’t really suck myself from this angle. When I do it sitting up, I can usually go a little lower than I am now, but it always hurts my back the next day. Pulling off my cock, I’m surprised to find myself panting, my cheeks burning, and an overwhelming sense of arousal pulsating through every square inch of my body. Hiseyes are on mine, and we just sit here a moment, neither of us speaking because there aren’t any words big enough for what we’re sharing.
“Fuck. Aussie?”
His lip trembles. “Yeah?”
“I’m gonna lie on my back now. I can’t go too deep when I’m sitting up. I might need your help.”
“Help with what?”
Instead of answering him, I move across the bed on my hands and knees, pausing when I hear him gasp. When I look over my shoulder, his eyes are glued to my ass. Since I’m naked, I know my entire crack is on display, and judging by the angle of his gaze, I’m pretty sure he’s staring at my hole. “Baby?”
He blinks, dazedly looking up at me. There’s that goofy grin I love so much. “It’s so fucking pretty, Dallas.”
I must be blushing the brightest shade of red imaginable, because no one has ever described my asshole as pretty. Hell, I don’t think anyone else has ever seen it. I had a short-term girlfriend who offered to stick her tongue inside me, but the idea felt gross and wrong at the time. Now, with the way Aussie’s eyes were burning holes in to my asshole, I’m willing to revisit the idea. He’d look so pretty between my cheeks, peeking up at me with those hooded eyes. My cock is throbbing at the thought, so I guess it’s on board too. I wonder what it wouldfeel like, having a man lick and lap at your hole. Pushing against the entrance. Maybe even slipping inside.
I need to get this show on the road before I come just from thinking about it. So, I lie back and fling my legs over my head, wobbling, trying to steady myself. It’s really hard to balance your body when you’re folded in half, and remaining stationary is always the trickiest part to this.
In the cool hotel room, his hands feel like fire on my skin when we connect. He’s got one hand on my hip, holding me steady. From the way we’re angled, I’m between him and the camera, and he’s knelt beside me, staring at my cock. He uses his other hand to aim my cock at my face as he guides me forward, inching closer and closer.
“Here we go, baby,” I say before opening my mouth. I’m able to take the head between my lips with ease, and begin the slow, familiar task of stretching my back, little by little, taking in more with each slow thrust. I hollow my cheeks each time my cock slides out, but it’s mainly just to put on a show for him. Rolling my neck, I take more and more with each thrust, grunting around the girth. I’ve got a pretty thick cock, and I can usually take it easily enough, but I swear to God, something about Aussie being here has my dick feeling twice as wide.
Through it all, as I peek up, Aussie’s hand never leaves my cock. He’s slowly stroking me as I work the upper-half of myshaft. I didn’t think he’d jack me off, but now that he is, I don’t want him to stop. It feels like this is where his hand is meant to be. I kind of want him to keep it there all the time, even when we’re just relaxing on the couch. He can hold onto it all day if he wants.
When his hand falls away, the feeling of loss is unbearable. I want his hand back. I want him to put it where it goes. There’s movement beside me, and as I suck the first few inches of my cock, Aussie’s dick comes into view. The tip is just as red as mine was a second ago. At first, I think he’s going to bring it to my mouth, wanting me to suck us both at the same time, and just the thought of it sends a goddamn tsunami of pre-cum draining down my throat. As he strokes himself for me, I suck even harder, pretending it’s my boy’s dick. Wishing it's Aussie’s pre-cum I’m tasting instead. The thought of sucking his cock isn’t one I’ve put much thought into, but now that I am, I really, really like the thought of it.
I let my cock fall from my lips. “Fuck, baby. You’re so hard. I didn't know how good it would be to have you with me like this. I love you, Aussie.”
Aussie looks down at me and smiles. "I love you, too, Daddy." He pushes my lower back until I take the hint and wrap my lips around my own cock again.
“I'm hard for you. Dallas, I stay fucking hard for you.” He moves around me, his knees at either side of my head. His cockis dangling above me, and if I didn’t already have a mouthful, I’d be lunging up to take him into my mouth, because I really want to suck his cock. It’s just so fuckin’ pretty.
My vision is obstructed because I’m basically folded in two, so I don’t see his lips approach my ass. When they touch down on my furry cheek, he plants a gentle kiss on top. He’s literally kissing my ass. Jesus, fuck. I want more of those lips all over. More kisses to my ass. Maybe even a couple along the crack. Since I've got my legs flung over, my ass is on the same side of the bed as my head, and he's kneeling at my side, leaving a clear shot for the camera.
My cock slides out of my mouth long enough for me to choke out, “More,” and then I grab it, desperate to get it back between my lips. With it in my mouth, I can close my eyes and pretend it’s him. I can fantasize that it’s really his pre-cum on my tongue. I make it further with each thrust, taking more of my cock than I’ve ever been able to before. I think I’ve made it halfway down. Aussie must have heard my plea, because his lips travel across my ass cheeks, pausing when he reaches my crack. The next thing I know, there’s something warm and wet at the base of my spine. Slowly, it creeps lower, and I whine like a boiling kettle when it reaches the peak of my crack. Surely he won’t. Surely.
Mary Motherfuckin’ Magdalene, he’s doing it. My stepson is dragging his tongue down my crack. Fuck. I swallow my cockfaster, surprised when I’m able to feel the head hit my throat. I’ve never done that, but then, I’ve never done a lot of the things I want to do with Aussie, so maybe that’s a good sign.
Because I’m pretty sure I want to do more with him. Scratch that.
Everything.
I want to doeverythingwith him.
I want to claim him inside and out.
The second his tongue hits my hole, I’m a goner. If there’s anyone else on the third floor of this shithole, they’re definitely getting an earful tonight. His tongue laps at my entrance, and he’s goddamn gasping for it. He’s gone fucking feral on me, and I try to arch my back, telling him I want more, but I’m already bending at an impossible angle. Sure enough, my boy knows his Daddy. There’s more pressure—exquisite pressure—and it’s almost too much.
Almost.
Aussie’s tongue circles my entrance, and then there’s the feeling of something pressing down harder. It takes me a moment to realize he’s trying to fuck me with his tongue. Fuck, yes! He continues, his tongue poking and prodding at me like a prized ham as I writhe against him getting used to all the new sensations. The slight burn as pressure mounts. The feeling of submission that runs through me as I relax my entrance. Whenhe finally breaches the rim, it almost pushes me over the edge, but then he stops.
Why did he stop?
And where the fuck does he think he’s going? He’s hobbling around, positioning him directly in front of my head. He's in front of my ass, too, considering the way my body is contorted right now. He leans in closer to my ass, licking another stripe up my crack. I try to pull off my cock, but he’s got his hand on my lower back, gently pushing, helping me take more and more of my dick each time. I’m stretched enough that the head pops into my throat each time I dive forward, and the way I constrict around myself—my body working in sync to bring me closer and closer to release—sends me hurtling toward the finish line.
