Page 41 of The Trailer Park Twink
I finally wake to the feeling of a blanket being pulled over me. When I open my eyes, I catch Dallas walking out of the living room, into the hall. A few seconds later, the sound of the shower makes its way to me, and if he thinks I’m sleeping through the chance of seeing him buck-naked again, Daddy is sorely mistaken.
He’s left the bathroom door open which makes this so much easier. I strip down to nothing and lower the toilet lid, taking a seat and wrapping my fingers around my cock. As I stroke myself, I stare at Dallas through the clear shower curtain. It reminds me of when he watched me back home. How he lingered like toothpaste, refusing to go away—not that I wanted him to.
It doesn’t take him long to notice me, and when he does, he pulls back the shower curtain with a smirk. “Someone’s having fun.”
I nod, stroking faster. “Wanted to surprise you. I was gonna pull back the curtain and shoot on your ass, but you ruined it. Rude.”
He snickers. “You still can, if you want. Or . . .”
“Or . . .?”
Little red splotches of heat rise in his cheeks. “Or I can take care of it for you tonight.” My eyes must be bulging out of my head, because he’s staring at me like I’m the most comical thing he’s ever seen. “I take it that’s a yes?”
“You want to fuck me?”
“I didn’t say I’d fuck you,” he points out. “I said I would take care of you.” He glances down, and I follow his line of sight, unable to stop the gasp from escaping me when I spot his throbbing erection and its aggressively red tip. “But it would seem I’m not entirely opposed to the idea.”
“We could just do it now. We don’t have to wait until later.”
He bites his lip, considering the request, but quickly shakes his head. “There are a couple of things I have planned that take priority over my dick.”
“Plans?”
“Plans,” he agrees. “I wanted to do something special for you. It ain’t much, but I wanted to get you something to show you how much you mean to me.” He leans over and turns off the shower before grabbing the towel he has hanging on the rack, and uses it to dry himself. I watch his every move, slowly stroking myself, unable to stop. He catches me a few times, and there’s no judgment in his eyes, just something that looksa lot like amusement, like I’m the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.
Once he’s dry, he steps out of the tub, and to my surprise, Dallas sinks to his knees. He gently pushes my hand away and stares nervously up at me like he’s seeking permission. I guess he changed his mind about no sex before whatever he’s got planned.
The nod I give is all the permission he needs, and Dallas slowly lowers his face into my lap before taking my cock into his mouth. He doesn’t start big, choosing instead to softly suck the head, pumping my shaft with his hand. I sink even lower, my cheeks spreading as I scoot my ass down, and a cool rush of air ghosts my hole. With one hand stroking my cock, he uses the other to caress my ass, his fingers spilling into my crack repeatedly.
The moment he touches my hole, I’m a goner, because he’s peeking up through his lashes like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Fuck. Dallas—Dad—I’m gonna come.”
His eyes widen when I call him Dad, and for a moment I worry he might stop. He doesn’t though. With a look of undeniable love in his eyes, he dives down again, taking me to the base. He’s making all these feral sounds that make my insides spin, and I want to hear him like this a lot more often,because just the sound of it is drawing me to the finish line. Our eyes are locked when I ask, “Can I come in your mouth?”
Instead of answering, he sucks me even harder, the wet warmth of his mouth driving my fucking wild.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Make me come. Please, Dad?” I slide my fingers through his hair until I’ve got him by the back of his head, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from fucking his face. Actually, no, because with the way my hips are rolling, that’s exactly what I’m doing, and to my surprise, Daddy doesn’t seem to mind. I’m staring into his eyes when the first shot fires into his waiting mouth, and there’s a look of genuine confusion on his face, like he somehow forgot that if he keeps sucking, something’s going to come out. It takes him less than a second to give in to the moment, closing his eyes and swallowing every drop I have on offer. There are two little lines of cum dribbling out of the corners of his mouth, and the sight of him dirtied up with my load makes it feel like I’m coming all over again, shooting harder, pumping more of me into him.
My cock fires so many times I lose count, and through it all, Dallas doesn’t miss a drop. He looks genuinely appreciative to get to experience me this way, and it’s something that makes my heart race, because maybe there is an HEA in our future.
As he cleans my cock with his tongue, I stare nervously at him. I mean, it looks like he’s enjoying himself, but I’m still a little scared about where we stand, because Dallas hasnever done anything like this before. Until recently, he’s always assumed he’s straight, so I don’t know how Dallas is going to react when it finally hits that another man just blew his load into his mouth.
“Was it okay?”
He pulls off my cock with a lust-drunk look in his eyes and a string of saliva connecting his lower lip and my dick. “You taste so fuckin’ good, Aussie. I knew I would enjoy it, but I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as I did.” He presses a kiss to the tip of my cock and licks a quick stripe against the slit. “Fuck. You taste like home.”
“Just imagine when you finally fuck me.”
His cheeks darken and his pupils blow wide. “Yeah. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. It’s like you flipped a switch in my head, and now all I can think of is you. Doing things to you. Things a dad ain’t supposed to do with his son.”
“But you still want to do it?”
“Yeah. I still want to do it.”
I lean back and lift my legs, exposing my hole to him. “It’s right here. All you have to do is slip inside.”
He licks his lips. “Aussie.” He moves closer until his face is inches from my entrance, and his tongue extends as he licks a stripe across my hole. Before I can brace myself, he dives in, burying his face between my cheeks, licking every square inch in front of him. His tongue feels torturesome against me,because he’s just scratching the surface, and I want to feel him fill me up. My cock swells to life for the second time in five minutes, and I open my mouth to ask him to fuck me with his tongue, but he pulls away and stares hungrily into my eyes, his mouth drenched with saliva. “Get dressed.”
