Page 47 of The Trailer Park Twink
“Should we be filming this?” he asks, panting heavily into my face. “For the fans.”
“Fuck the fans.”
He snickers. “I’d rather fuck you.” He pulls out until only the head is inside, then slams back in, pushing the breath outof my body, moaning, “Oh my fucking God,” when he’s fully sheathed again. His hips thrust faster, pistoning his cock in and out of me as he strokes me in sync with his thrusts. It’s like he’s trying to push and pull the orgasm out of me all at once, and I find myself approaching an edge I didn’t even realize was here. I try to push his hand away, because I’m not ready to come yet, but he brushes me away. “This is my cock now. Mine to do with as I please.”
“Please,” I beg. “Daddy, please, I’m not—” He slams into me harder and any plea I may have been planning is lost to time as I surrender. How can I not? I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life, and I’ll take it however I can get it.
“As I was saying—this is mine. It comes when I want it to come.”
“Do you want it to come?”
He gives me a decisive nod. “Yeah, baby. Come for me.” His hand works my shaft faster as he fucks me, the movement so fast his hand is a blur. He fucks into me faster, if that’s even possible, his nose touching mine, our foreheads inches apart. I have to close my eyes because his gaze is too intense. No one should ever look at someone like this. It’s too much. Too much love. Too much adoration. He’s staring at me like I’m a god.
“Look at me, son,” he whispers, and my eyes snap open. “Dad loves you, baby.”
Dad. Not Daddy.
Fuck me sideways, frontways, or any way he wants to—I want more of that.
“Dad?”
Our lips brush softly, but we don’t link for a kiss, he just opens and closes his mouth, gliding against me like a skater on top of ice. He takes my hand and guides it down until I’m holding his balls.
“You were in here once,” he whispers. “Dad brewed you up special, just for me.”
Okay, apparently pseudocest is my new kink of choice, because the words alone are enough to push me over. “You’re gonna make me come,” I whine.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s it. I want you to come on the cock that made you.”
My eyes roll back in my head and pleasure spreads like wildfire, scorching away every piece of me that isn’t devoted to Dallas. It feels like my cock explodes as jet after jet flies from the tip of my dick, striking Dallas in the stomach. Each time another jet hits him, he grunts, sounding goddamn depraved, if I’m being honest.
“Fuck, Aussie. Baby, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last. You feel too good. Your hole is clenching around me each time you—” His words end on a howl as I clench tighter, just for his pleasure. “Oh, God. I’m coming!”
His cock swells inside me, and Daddy unloads inside me. Dallas plants his lips on my neck, kissing frantically like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. As the orgasm temporarily claims him, I wet my finger in my mouth and slide it between his cheeks. He doesn’t notice as I approach, but the moment I slip inside, his eyes bulge, making him look like an unhinged cartoon character before he cries out, “America!” at the top of his lungs.
I cock an eyebrow at him. “America?” I don’t know why I ask, when he looks like he’s having an outer-body experience, but the question goes unanswered, so there’s no harm, no foul, I suppose.
His breathing steadies until he rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily into my face. “Fuckin’ love you, little man.”
I cup his cheek, because as much as I’m enjoying the way his softening cock feels inside me, there’s an elephant on this boat, and it’s big enough to drag us down to the lakebed. I lift my head and look at him. I open my mouth, but the words won’t come, so when he slips out of me and uses his tongue to clean every trace of cum from my body, I allow it, fading into the moment and losing myself to the sensation of his tongue trailing through the mess we made. When it’s done, he puts his clothes back on, then looks around the bottom of the boat like he’s searching for my clothing. Unfortunately, they’reprobably at the bottom of the lake by now, so that’s going to be a bit tricky. Oh, well. I don’t mind showing off my bits and bobs to unsuspecting fishermen should we stumble upon any.
“I’m fine,” I tell him. “I like the way the sun feels on my skin.”
“I think I’ve got an old coat in the bed of my truck. I’ll grab it once we reach the shore. I don’t want to risk you catching a public indecency charge.”
“I don’t mind.”
He narrows his eyes. “You’d end up on a sex offender registry. No son of mine, Aussie. No son of mine is going to be branded a predator.”
“Not that far off, honestly. I did essentially stalk you.”
He shakes his head. “It was just your hormones getting the better of you.”
“I masturbated openly while watching you from the tree limb.”
He scoffs and shrugs it off. “You were a growing boy.”
I sigh, because apparently he’s not going to let me take accountability. Meh. That’s fine. I’d rather sweep it under the rug than dwell on my problematic past. He gives me another kiss, then takes his seat on the small boat and paddles us back to land. When we’re only a few yards from land, I manage to work up the courage to get the words out.
