Page 56 of The Trailer Park Twink
“You killed for me?” Aussie stupidly asks with an awestruck smile.
“Ah, hell,” I mutter, not even bothering to argue. If that’s what he wants to think; fuck it.
On the phone, Aussie pauses his masturbation routine and sighs. “I haven’t been the best friend lately. I know he’s going through stuff too, and I can feel the cracks forming between us. I don’t want there to be any cracks though. He’s probably gonna get sick of me and stop being my friend one day. I think that would break my heart.”
Ezra jerks his head in my stepson’s direction. “Austin?”
“Yeah?” Aussie asks, his voice a little shaky.
“Never,” he insists, his hand working faster. True to his word, there’s nothing erotic about the moment. It’s a strange situation, sure, but there’s zero sexual tension. “Best friends forever. I swear.” He turns his attention back to the screen, watching his best friend masturbate. He’s got this overwhelming peaceful smile on his face, and it only grows wider when Aussie jokes to his viewers about the time I caught the pair of them playing Supermodel at one of their sleepovers a few months before Aussie moved in with his ex-boyfriends. He’s smiling and nodding at the recording like he’s staring right at his friend when he blurts, “And then you pantsed Dallas and we got to see his butt.”
Ezra’s orgasm takes him by surprise, his eyes bulging as the first shot fires, looking just as shocked as I’m feeling. There’s no big buildup or anything, just Ezra suddenly moaning, “Oh,fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” as a semen tsunami floods his chest. After the first three shots, he looks at Aussie, still stroking, still shooting. “See?” His voice is husky and a little jittery around the edges, sounding like a sparking powerline. “Not sexual.” He continues stroking himself even as his cock goes soft, but his eyes never leave Austin’s. “Are you still mad?”
Aussie shakes his head. “No? I mean, I don’t think I am. Confused, definitely, but not mad.”
“Do you want to stop being my friend?” The level of fear in his voice undeniable, but he’s pushing past that fear. It’s commendable. “Because I don’t want that.”
“I don’t want it, either.” Aussie takes a seat by his friend and rests his head on Ezra’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re Mike. I always thought he was going to show up at the house with an engagement ring and a shotgun, stealing me away from the only life I’ve ever known and locking me in his basement. He was always just so inherently creepy. How’d you pull that off?”
“As I’ve already said, we never even spoke outside the group chat, and even then it was minimal.”
Aussie shrugs. “It was the vibe. Always in the shadows. Always lurking. Always watching me bust fat loads, apparently. You can’t keep going to OnlyFans, Ezzy. I know you enjoy it, but I can’t let it continue this way.” Ezra sniffles and opens his mouth to try to argue in his defense, but Aussie lifts his hand, asking for a moment. “I’ll send all my new videos toyou, but I can’t let you be a subscriber. What would everyone say if they found out? That you’re an internet predator? You’d be cancelled within seconds, and all because I was a jerk who didn’t take time to nurture his friendships. I let you down, Ezzy, but I’m not ever going to let you down again. If you need a video of me naked and spread-eagle to remind you that you’re always going to be my best friend, you bet your ass I’m going to send it to you. And you can use it whenever you need, okay? Don’t feel bad about it.” He leans in and pecks Ezra on the forehead. “Best friend ever.”
With teary eyes and a cummy chest, Ezra looks away, dabbing at his eyes. When he turns to Bubba, he fixes a scowl on his face and points at the pooling semen. “If you think I’m cleaning myself like some common tramp after granting you the privilege of seeing me shoot, you’ve got another think coming. Clean it up.” He tugs his lip between his teeth, trying to stop a smile, but it ain’t working. “Sir.”
“My pleasure, little man.”
As Bubba licks a stripe through Ezra’s cooling load, the twink looks like he’s going to have a heart attack. “Not with your tongue. With a washcloth, you absolute madman! Jesus Christ. I didn’t give you permission to eat it, you freakishly large bumpkin.”
Austin cranes his neck to look at me. “Our friends are even worse than us.”
I snort a laugh, because, yeah. They really are. “I think we're stuck with them.”
He gives me a big, beautiful smile. “Good.”
I didn’t sign up for this. Any of it. The unnecessary pat down by an utterly unattractive male prison guard. Having a cavity search performed five minutes after arriving, even if it was done by Dallas in the small lobby bathroom as I moaned, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” while he milked a load out of me as someone urinated in one of the stalls. It’s not like it’s my fault. He’s wearing his super-sexy cowboy hat, and it really gets me going. In all honesty, I would have rather he unloaded in my ass, but after Dallas found one of Mom’s old needles in our bedroom closet at the cabin, accidentally pricking himself in the process, he refuses to fuck me without a condom, repeatedlyproclaiming he’s been put at risk, and he refuses to put me at risk too. I’ve been on PrEP since Tatum and I started dating, so I’m not really worried, but it puts him at ease, so we can use them as long as we have to for him to feel comfortable. I won’t lie though—I miss being bred. Miss feeling him burst inside me, stuffing me like a grilled cheese. His test results came back negative, and he’s taking PrEP now, too, so it probably won’t be much longer until I get to feel him claim me again. He wants to do another test just to be sure, but the only thing Daddy is doing in the process is testing my patience, and it isn’t right. As a matter of fact, it’s basically barbaric. No worries. I’ll have Daddy’s bare cock in me soon enough.
Well, that’s if Deirdre doesn’t kill me first. When we returned to Texas to pick up the rest of our acapella group, Deirdre was absolutely furious, telling me I’m lucky she hasn’t framed me for a grievous atrocity that would put me behind bars for a decade. Then she hugged me and said she missed me bunches. I still catch the hint of an unsettled score in her smile, and I know she’s probably waiting to deliver a metaphorical knock-out punch when I’m least expecting it. I’ll get her back though. I always do.
Daddy, Ezzy, Bubba, and I spent two weeks at the cabin, and in those two weeks, I’d been more sexually satisfied than ever before. Daddy tends to my needs in the way I always knew he would, treating me like a little dove when I’m feeling fragile,and fucking the breath out of me when I need that instead. We were in contact with Deirdre, Jamie, and Brian throughout our trip, so I don’t know why she’s been so grumpy. We practiced for hours, fine-tuning our performance via Skype. We’ve got the dance moves nailed, but when Ezzy told Deirdre he was still working on costume designs, and she broke the news that she already had them covered. Covered, my ass. This outfit covers absolutely nothing. I should’ve listened to Ezra when he said she didn’t know her way around a pair of fabric scissors. She’s not the only one. I didn’t even know fabric scissors are a thing.
She promised us they would be stunning. “Much better than the shitty double-denim Ezra wanted to style you in.” Those were her words. Now, I realize being a fabulous female surrounded by a gaggle of well-meaning gays does not always make one a fashionista, because instead of a Britney-themed costume, she’s simply packed each of us a pair of white hotpants that show our less-than-stellar cocks, full outline and all, and pink crop tops that say, “You have the right to remain fierce.” She’s also insisting we all wear hideous pink bandanas. What the shit does she even want me to do with this thing? Am I meant to wear it on my head? Does it get tied around my wrist, looped into a pretty bow? We all look fucking stupid.
Deirdre, on the other hand, is dressed to the nines in a full-length sequined gown, looking like a fucking vision. She’swaiting impatiently for us in the prison lobby, but she’s let me down in a way I’ve never been let down before, so she can keep waiting a little while longer, because, rude!
Perfect. Just fucking perfect. We’re performing for a group of incarcerated homosexuals in less than ten minutes, and she has us looking like a slutty, busted-up version of Gladys Knight and the Pips, but I’m not a fucking Pip. I’m a princess, problematic though my behavior may be.
Unfortunately, she’s not the only one who let me down today. As I smooth the fabric of my crop top, I look at Daddy through the public restroom’s mirror and cock an eyebrow. “Ezra will pay for this. He said we would be given the VIP treatment. The wordchampagnemay have even been mentioned, but all I’ve been given since arriving here is endless sass and a bad attitude from my best friend. We don’t even have a dressing room; I’m just expected to disrobe in a public bathroom where any Tom, Dick, or Harry could walk in and catch a peek at my privates.”
“I’ll break their fuckin’ face,” Daddy growls, his eyes glued to my ass. “You look beautiful, Aussie.”
“Well, that goes without saying...” My cheeks burn as I look over my shoulder and smile. “But thank you for saying it.” I stand on my tippy-toes and kiss his cheek. “And you’re fuckable in whatever you’re wearing, so the feeling is very much mutual.” I step back and stare down at the hotpants, sighing. “I don’t know if my outfit is appropriate, though. These men have been out of society for decades. They’re living life in lock-up, and here we come, teasing them with our bubble butts and unparalleled vocal abilities. It just seems cruel.”
Daddy snorts, giggling a little louder than the situation calls for, but that’s fine. He’s just enthusiastic. Love that about him. “Baby, there are fifty queer men here, all rooming together, essentially. Do you really think they’re not getting their needs tended to regularly?”
“I just wish we knew a little more about them going in. You don’t think they’re murderers, do you? I mean, you think this is safe, right?”
He nods, blinking just a little slower than usual. “You’re always safe when you’re with me.” His eyes droop lower and his goofy smile widens.
