Page 63 of The Trailer Park Twink
“Hard pass,” Ezra says as he approaches, rubbing the center of Aussie’s back for support.
“We could make you,” the thirty-something says, his face hardening. “We have ways.”
“The fuck does that mean?” I ask, taking a step forward, lording over the guy.
Another twink in the background nods in agreement. “We were planning it most of last week. We thought of sacrificing one of our lives so we could frame you for murder and get to live with you for forever and for always, but then Papa Bear overheard and said it was cruel to take Austin away from you like that. Sukki said we could frame him too, but we didn’thave any volunteers willing to sacrifice their life for the greater good of our orgasms.” He turns and glares around the room. “Joe was willing to do it, why couldn’t any of you?”
“Why couldn’t you?” I ask him.
His eyes bulge and he quickly looks back into the crowd, his voice squeaking when he shouts, “You’re all so selfish!”
“Take it out,” a big bear-lookin’ motherfucker roars in the background, startling me.
“What?” I ask. My head is a little less fuzzy than a minute ago, which is a relief, but I’m still pretty fuckin’ stoned. It seems like I may have reached my peak, though.
“See, that’s the thing. After Papa Bear said we couldn’t frame you for murder, we settled on a compromise.” Sukki blushes, though I’m not really sure how she manages to blush through that many layers of makeup. “We were hoping you might be willing to put on a show for us.”
I look down at Aussie, wondering if the drag queen is really asking what I think she’s asking. Judging by the gallon of Aussie’s pre-cum currently leaking through my shirt, he must be thinking it too. They want to see us make love. I don’t know how I feel about that. It’s one thing to screw on camera, but the thought of penetrating my boy in front of a captive audience is so far out of my comfort zone, it’s rendered me speechless. My breathing is a little funny, and it takes me a moment to realizethere’s an unbearable pressure against my cock. Holy shit. I’m hard as fuck.
Yep. I think I might be into this. Dirtying him up in front of all his friends. Shooting my load on his face so every bear and twink in Pretty Boy Prison knows who the fuck Austin Snowden belongs to.
“Cock,” the thirty-something guy shouts. I almost drop my boy, and I can only hope the death-glare I’m giving him gets my aggravation across clear enough. “Cock. Cock.”
I don’t know what the hell’s going on until everyone with us in the room is chanting, “Cock, cock, cock.” Each time they say it, my cock throbs along to the beat, twitching like crazy as Aussie discreetly grinds against my side.
The chants of “Cock” grow quieter, and it takes me a second to realize what’s got their attention. Sitting at the very back of the room at a table on his own, there’s a face I know by heart. Tallulah Community College star quarterback, Sebastian Sheridan. It feels like we’re in the presence of royalty, because I’ve followed the Tallulah Tinkerbells since I was little, back when my dad and I used to go to their games. Sebastian was their star player, and he was on the fast-track to being drafted, but then he got blackout drunk and climbed behind the wheel. The word around town is, he’s covering for his deadbeat brother, but that’s all it is. Talk. He’s been convicted, and now he’s serving his time. All fifty years of it. In Pretty BoyPrison, apparently. I didn’t even know he was queer. He had a girlfriend before his arrest, but I was married until my stepson slid his cock inside me, so who am I to make assumptions about anyone’s sexuality? It isn’t until the thirty-something glares at the quarterback that he realizes he’s the only one not chanting.
“Cock, cock, cock,” he shouts.
Aussie looks up at me with those big blue eyes, and I’m a goner. “I’m up for it if you are.” He rolls his hips forward, fucking his cock against me, throbbing for it. Aussie lifts his crop top over his head and tosses it into the crowd. He takes the tail of my shirt into his hand and pries it out from between us and over my head, throwing it fuck knows where. Unable to stop myself, I lean in and take his nipple between my lips, sucking softly. His nipples are two of my favorite things about him. These baby-pink bad boys have a tendency to pebble against my tongue anytime we make a connection, and I really want to feel that again. The way his body comes alive beneath my touch. How it submits to me so willingly as if it knows it was made just for me. Because it was. Lightly, I graze his nipple with my teeth and tug. Aussie curls his fingers around his shaft and strokes it through the hotpants. “Daddy.”
“Yeah, baby. Daddy’s here.” Our lips touch, and it’s like the rest of the room fades away. The only person I see is my Aussie. My boy. The best stepson a father could ask for. “I love you.”
His lips brush against mine, and he whispers, “I love you, too, Dallas.” He looks over at the crowd and nods. “Okay.”
They lead us back into the main room where a handful of homosexuals, bi bros, and pan pals—I mean, probably. It ain’t like I’ve gone around doing a sexual orientation census or some shit—are mingling at the glossy pink tables scattered across the room. The crowd formed around us disperses, rushing to the tables where they were sitting during the group performance earlier.
“You’re sure?” Aussie asks me, and all I can do is nod. He leans in and parts his lips, moaning softly into my mouth as we kiss. My hand grips his ass harder than it has any right to, but my boy don’t mind. He’s arching that fuckin’ back, practically begging for it.
The crowd’s applause pulls my attention away from Aussie. They’re all seated at various pink tables, every eye glued to us. Well, every eye except the warden’s and Deirdre’s. At the help desk, she’s leaning over, essentially eye-fucking him for all she’s worth. I’m not sure if she has a May/December kink, but she looks like she’s ready to unleash his beast and ride it from here to Houston. Judging by the look in Aussie’s eyes as he unhooks his legs from around my waist and sinks to his knees in front of me, he looks like he’s ready to do the same.
Austin presses his face against my bulge, rubbing his cheek against the outline of my cock, purring like a happy kitten.Fuck. The sight of him like this, lost in pleasure—because of me—feels like a sexual awakening. Around us, fifty queer men watch with wide eyes and racing hearts, but the only eyes I see are his.
I cup his cheek. “Are you ready to give them a show, baby?”
He nods, blinking dreamily. “Yes, sir.”
I search Ezra out in the crowd. Considering he’s only a few feet away from us, it ain’t a very long search. “Little man?”
“Yes, sir?” Ezra responds as Bubba approaches from behind and wraps his arms around his waist. Ezra doesn’t even flinch, just stands there letting it happen. Good for him.
“If you record this for us, I’ll give you permission to masturbate to it whenever you want.”
Blushing furiously, he tries to put a little sass in his voice when he says, “Don’t need your permission, I’ll jack off watching whatever I want to watch.” His hands shake as he opens the camera on his phone and aims it at us. “Gonna jack off to this one a lot, I can already tell.”
“Not to Daddy,” Aussie whines, kissing the lower section of my abdomen repeatedly. “Can’t look at him. Can’t stroke your dick while you’re looking at his. Not as long as there’s breath in my body.” Aussie stares up at me like the good boy he is, eyes pleading for permission, his lower lip quivering. “Please, sir.”
“Use your words, baby.” I point out at the crowd, each of them hanging on our every word. “If this show is for them, I think you ought to ask them for permission.”
