Page 37 of The Trailer Park Twink
“I’m gonna come,” I try to say, but with a mouthful of cock and pre-cum, I’m not sure how clear it comes across. His bare cock is bobbing in front of my face.
“I love you, Dallas,” he says in this soft, adoring tone.
That’s all it takes. A quiet declaration in a shitty, two-star hotel.
My cock slips out of my mouth and fires on its own, painting my own face in the process. I didn’t mean for it to fall out, but now that it has, I’m too overcome with pleasure to try to find it again, so I open my mouth, welcoming my load back into me.
To my surprise, his stroking stops, and he's moving away from me on the bed. He bends over at the edge, reaching for something out of sight. When he returns, he ain't stroking his cock anymore, he's uncapping a bottle of lube and squirting a hearty dollop on his fingers. He snaps the cap shut and approaches me from behind. A minute ago, he was kneeling by my my head, now he's on the other side, behind my curved back. He reaches over and teases my hole with his finger.
“I want to feel you on the inside,” he whispers. “Can I fuck you with my finger, sir?” Somehow, the words send another single blast of semen firing onto my lips, making me moan an ungodly moan. As Aussie snickers, he whispers, “Deep breath, Daddy. Here I come.”
“Oh my fuckin' God, Aussie. You're inside me,” I moan.
“Trust me, it only gets better from here.” His finger feels fantastic sliding in and out of my hole, and if it can feel this good with just a finger, I can't imagine what it would feel like to take his cock.
I would.
I'd take it whenever he feels like offering. As much or as little as he wants. Behind me, he's stroking himself even faster. Jacking off, just for me. I have to see it. I have to watch him come.
“Keep stroking yourself, baby. Daddy wants you to come too. I want to see it.” I try to kick back so I can watch, but hisgrip on my hips is too strong, so I’m stuck in this position until he lets go.
“I can?” he whimpers, the sound of slick friction increasing in speed, his finger fucking me harder, almost frantically.
“You fuckin’ better.”
Slowly, he helps me unroll myself from the ball I’m in by placing his hands on my hips and pulling my ass in his direction, unfolding me like a flower petal. His hard cock digs against my back, leaving a long smear of pre-cum, the slick stipe growing longer the more he pulls me back. He's drenched.
My boy lets out an unbearable groan, then hisses, “Shit,” in a pained voice that tears me apart inside. “Charley horse, Charley horse, fuck-fuck-fucking-goddamn!” He’s groaning, and his hand falls from my hips, sending me plummeting down, ass-first.
I feel it happening before it even happens.
His cock dragging down my crack.
The head catching on my hole.
The most intense burning sensation I’ve ever felt in my life.
And finally, an unbearable feeling of fullness.
This isn't possible. It can't be humanly possible, because you can't accidentally slip and swallow a grown man's cock with your asshole. That ain't a thing. It takes time. That's what all the websites said when I researched gay sex after Aussie came out to us. A hole is supposed to be eased open. It's supposedto be prepped. If I told Bubba and the boys about this, they'd never believe me. They'd rant and rave about the ease with which my asshole swallowed my stepson's cock, but I don't give a good-God damn. I don't give a fuck if it feels believable, because I've never felt this much pleasure in all my life. And that look on his face. Jesus fucking Christ. My boy. My sweet, charming, depraved little boy.
"Daddy's good fuckin' boy," I growl, needing him to know, but I don't think he hears me. He's still massaging his calf, seemingly unaware of what's happening below the belt. I don’t think he even realizes his dick is inside me. His leg must be aching something awful, because he’s balls deep, and all his weight is on me. Each time he massages his leg, he fucks his cock into me, over and over, feeling like he's fucking me on an endless loop. He ain’t pulling all the way out, only moving a quarter of an inch at a time; just enough friction to hit some newly discovered magic button inside that makes it feel like fireworks are exploding in my gut. My cock is as hard as it’s ever been, despite just having come a minute ago. The longer he rubs his calf, the more raw I feel inside, but I don’t think I hate the feeling. It’s foreign and new, but it ain’t awful.
I’m getting fucked in the ass.
Jesus, that shouldn’t make my cock throb as hard as it does. I want more of those explosions. More tingles inside my stomach. Each time he hits the little button, it makes me moan thislow, barbaric sound I’ve never made before. I don’t recognize my own voice. My hips roll of their own accord, and it takes me an embarrassingly long time to realize he ain't the one moving anymore. It's all me. I’m fucking myself on my stepson’s cock. Wanting more. Wanting him to fuckin’ claim me the way we claimed each other with our tattoos. He’s seen me shoot a load once already, and now I want him to see me shoot another, because I want him to feel me clench as he drags me across the finish line again.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, wrapping my fingers around my shaft.
He’s whining and whimpering, still nursing his aching leg, but the sound of my voice pulls him out of his head and back to reality. He stares down at his calf looking confused as a moan escapes him. “I’m gonna come. Fuck. Why am I—” When he looks back at me, his eyes bulge at the sight of me writhing around like a fucking whore, taking his cock so fuckin’ well. “What the fucking fuck? How?” He's making these slutty little sounds that ain't got no right pouring out of such a pretty set of lips. Pretty, pink lips, ready to be stained red with use. Ready to swallow his father's cock the way he's wanted to from the start.
"You're fuckin' me, Aussie. There's this place you keep hitting—keep hitting it. Dammit. Aussie, baby, keep hitting that spot. I'm close."
“Dad,” he whispers, still staring at me in complete disbelief.Dad. The word alone is enough to push me over. With a low, feral moan, I shoot my release, painting our chests as it fires at random, bobbing and twitching in every direction, sending my load in multiple directions like an unmanned water hose. “Jesus Christ. You’re coming on my cock.”
Another moan, and I reach for him, pulling him by the scruff of his neck until our foreheads touch. “Want you to come. Want you to shoot inside me."
His lip quivers, and he’s got his eyes shut tight, breathing long, slow breaths, his Charley horse long forgotten. I grind harder against him, curling my legs around his waist so I can pull him right up to me. I’m using my legs to push him back and forth, hoping he’ll take the lead soon, because my thighs are starting to burn.
