Page 25 of The Trailer Park Twink
He quickly shakes his head. “See, I knew you would pull something like this.” He pulls out his phone, and my heart flutters when I see he’s got the picture of our matching tattoos as his phone background. Fuck. Seeing them side by side, witnessing the stark contrast of his creamy white skin and myolive complexion. The way his flesh looks like porcelain, not a hair to be seen, while my ass is covered in fur.
My butt is on his phone screen, and there’s a small voice inside telling me it’s where it belongs.
He pulls up a video of us on Bubba’s couch, cuddling. I ain’t got a shirt on in the video, and I’ve got him pulled right against my chest. Jesus Christ. We look like a couple. I swallow, because . . .Aussie?
“Did you mean it?” Aussie asks me in the video. “About letting me see it?”
I look like I’m ready to pass out at any moment, drunk off my ass. “Wanna show you,” I tell the camera, smiling sleepily. “Gonna show you really good, buddy. Gonna show all your fans.” To my horror, the video vixen masquerading as me slides down the blanket and pulls out a half-hard cock. “Gonna let them all see this cock so they know.”
“So they know what?” Aussie asks, and his voice is shaking like he’s scared, but there’s something that sounds a lot like hope in there too. Then I give it a gentle stroke.
“Look how thick it is. Do you think any of your fans have one this big?”
“Daddy,” he whispers, his voice wrecked and rocked with emotion.
“You want to see me suck myself? Want me to show you how to make this dick feel good, buddy?”
I tear my eyes away from the phone and stare at my boy. He’s looking at his screen like he’s trying his best not to blatantly stroke himself at the sight. My dick is on his camera.
“See?” he whispers to me. “You said you would show them. You said you’d show me.”
I’m feeling more than a little overwhelmed, because this is my son. My fucking boy. He ain’t supposed to be looking at my cock this way. Not like he wants to dive down and swallow it to the base.
“Aussie,” I attempt, but then I can’t think of anything else to say. He’s right. I promised I would let him see my trick. I promised I’d let his fans see, even if it’s just to let them know why they can never have him. To prove why they’d be fools to even try. “Baby.”
“You promised.”
My jaw trembles with nerves, and I open and close my mouth a few times to tell him no, but in the end, I reluctantly nod. “Okay. You’re right. I gave you my word, and I won’t go back on it.”
“You mean it?”
I nod. “I can show you tonight. I just . . . I’m scared.” Scared of showing him my cock again. Scared of taking the head between my lips and prove I’m probably just as talented a cocksucker as him. Scared of what this might do to our relationship, because I would fucking die if I lost him.
“I love you,” he tells me, and I know he does. I know how much he loves me, because I love him just as much. I just don’t know how far that love extends.
“I love you too, baby.”
The second he’s out the front door, I’m out of bed, my cock standing at full attention, guiding me forward. I grab the Fleshlight from the safe and toss it onto the bed. Next, I grab my phone from the nightstand and my bottle of lube from the top shelf of my closet.
When I climb back into bed, I unlock my phone and bring up my tried-and-true stroke material. A video of a woman riding a dildo on the kitchen floor. Her perky tits are bouncing each time she rises and falls. She’s fucking dripping, but the longer I look at her pussy gripping the toy, the more momentum I lose. My regular spank material ain’t working, so I close the video and groan.
The second I close the video, my eyes widen, because I keep forgetting I changed my phone background too. In the picture, Aussie and I are next to each other on Bubba’s couch. We must’ve taken it before we lay down, because we’ve both got drinks in our hands, and I’m staring at my boy like he’s the center of my universe.
My cock swells again.
Fuck.
I don’t want to think about this. I don’t want to give it a name, because it’s disgraceful. His fucking father, thinking about . . . I don’t want to remember how good it felt to hold him as he came undone in my arms. I don’t want to remember the sight of his leaking cock in the bathroom. I really, really don’t want to think about how fucking right it felt to hold him as he slept.
I’m not gay. I’ve never been gay. I’ve never looked at another man, and I’ve certainly never looked at Aussie this way. I mean, yeah, he’s attractive, but I’ve never gotten hard just by seeing him that way. It’s like the moment I saw his erection for the first time, something snapped inside me. Like I’ve lived my life with a tourniquet, and someone finally removed it, and now all these new, confusing feelings are pouring out of the wound created by the sight of his cock.
I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. Aussie ain’t home, so there ain’t no way he’s online right now. He ain’t in his room, stroking his cock for strangers. That don’t stop me from pulling up his OnlyFans anyway.
His profile picture—the one of his ass in those skin-tight briefs—has me leaking, pouring out pre-cum on an endless tap. Fuck. His ass was pretty the other night. Red and pinkened by the tattoo needle. Me, emblazoned into his flesh, permanently. I’m going to be there forever. Right where I belong.
I subscribed to his profile the other day, but I ain’t been brave enough to pull it up yet. There are a lot of videos, apparently, but I’m not ready to see him in motion now, so I click onto his pictures.
The first one I see takes my breath away. It’s a bare shot of my baby boy’s ass. He’s kneeling on his bed, facing away from the camera, his head cocked back as he stares over his shoulder with a knowing smirk, like he took the picture knowing I’d find it. There’s an option to scroll and see more from this series, so I do, and the next image makes me moan out loud, because in it, Aussie is bent over, his cheeks spread, a pretty pink hole winking out at me.
