Page 55 of The Trailer Park Twink
“I am literally your best friend. We’ve known each other since we were ten. As I said a moment ago, I helped you move both times.”
“A likely story.” Aussie takes a step and eyes Ezra up and down. “You really weren’t sexually attracted to me when you were doing it?”
“Not in the slightest,” Ezra agrees, sounding relieved, but the relief is cut short when Aussie shrieks at him.
“What the fuck does that mean? Not in the slightest? You make it sound like I’m a goddamn leper. Well, you’re no prize either, you arrogant son of a—”
“That’s not what I meant! Jesus, this is like emotional whiplash.”
“Maybe if you’d actually explain it and stop speaking in vague riddles about it feeling like coming home, we could get somewhere, but as it stands, all I know is my best friend strokeshis little dick whilst watching me ejaculate. You’re not doing much for your defense.”
“It is five-and-a-half-fucking inches, and you know it!”
“Again, a likely story. One inch, two inch, three inch, four. Go drown in the lake, you catfishing whore.”
“Back at it with my man Jamie Joyce,” Bubba blurts, earning a scowl from the three of us.
“Catfishing? Seriously? We never even spoke outside of the group chat, and all we ever talked about is Dallas.”
“Yeah, well, that didn’t stop you from stroking yourself from here to kingdom come by way of my cock. It’s weird, man.”
“Fine. Fuck it. Fine. You want to know so bad? You want to be a jerk about a tender moment I shared with a friend? Then fuck it, Austin. If you can be a jerk, so can I. I wouldn’t have even needed to masturbate to your videos if you would have been a decent fucking person and returned my calls like a rational adult. You leave me on read for days, and when you do finally reply, it’s just a heart emoji. How do you think that makes me feel?”
“Well, I—”
Ezra cuts him off. “Shut your mouth before I tell your stepfather to fuck it. I’m not done with you yet.” Closing his eyes, he draws a deep breath. “I could handle your stupid ghosting routine, because I’m used to it at this point, but what I cannotabide—what I will not abide—is the way you think it’s okay to just leave our group in a lurch. It’s tacky, it’s unprofessional, and I’m gonna get you back for it.”
Austin swallows. “What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, he turns and walks to Bubba, still sitting on the sofa, and grabs his phone. “Mine is charging in the kitchen. Cope.” For some reason, he knows Bubba’s unlock pattern—a complex combination of thumb twitches that seems to go on forever—and he taps the screen furiously. With a decisive nod to himself, he looks over at Austin. “You brought this on yourself.”
To my shock, awe, and horror, Ezra shoves down his shorts and underwear, revealing a cock that ain’t much bigger than Aussie’s. There’s a patch of dark brown hair that looks a lot like tumbleweeds because of the length, but it ain’t an unattractive sight. It’s kind of quirky. You wouldn’t expect to see a giant bush on such a thin little guy, but it works for him.
He taps the screen again, and then Aussie’s voice booms out of the phone, greeting his viewers, talking about all the dirty things he wants to do to me as slick friction joins the equation. Fuck. Just the sound of Aussie stroking himself on camera sends my cock swelling to life again.
Ezra plops down on the loveseat, catty corner to the couch. His eyes lock on Bubba’s. “Well? What are you waiting for? Do you expect me to hold the phone in one hand and stroke myselfwith the other? I’m not a contortionist, Bubs. Jesus, would it kill you to anticipate my every need?”
Bubba licks his lip and nods before standing and making his way over. “I’m sorry, baby. I let you down.”
“I’m not your fucking baby.”
“Daddy?” Aussie asks. “I’m so confused. What’s happening?”
“What’s happening,” Ezra interrupts, “is I’m about to show you just how little your videos do for me sexually. You don’t believe me when I said I was just missing you? Well, you can see it for yourself. Now, don’t fucking talk to me. I’m tuning you out.” Ezra focuses on the phone in Bubba’s hand, hovering a few inches from his face. He leans back on the loveseat and begins the task at hand, stroking his cock for the room to witness. He’s looking at Aussie on the screen with the same look he always gives him. General annoyance. Ambivalent affection. Pure platonic love for his very best friend.
On screen, Aussie says, “Daddy got real mad at me today.” There’s no denying what the sound in the background is. Aussie’s hand is working his shaft at an alarming speed, pausing long enough to do air quotes when he says, “I ‘accidentally’ stepped into the shower with him this morning. Told him I thought I turned it on a few minutes earlier and must have been thinking about yesterday. I think he bought it. I also think he might have seen my cock, which . . . score.”
Without even thinking about it, I reach over and pop his ass. “Bad boy!”
He looks at me like I’ve just slapped him in the face. “What the hell did I do?”
“You lied to me about the water. Dammit, Austin. If you wanted to shower with me all you had to do is ask. You didn’t have to lie.”
I look up in time to see Bubba and Ezra sharing a look, rolling their eyes at us. Yeah, well, maybe we’re a little dramatic for no goddamn reason, but at least we’re not jacking off for our friends to see.
“Can you all shut the fuck up? I need to focus.” As the room falls silent, we watch the normally reserved twink slowly come undone under his own touch. His back arches, and after Aussie mentions Ezra in the video, telling a story about their last performance and how an old lady at the nursing home called him an argumentative little queer, Ezra whimpers, a smile forming in the corner of his mouth.
“I put Ex-Lax in her coffee when she wasn’t looking, Aussie.” He whimpers, his hand gliding faster. “Did it for you. Did it to get her back.” He whines, thrusting into his fist at an alarming speed. “She died six months later in a car crash. You’re welcome.”
