Page 65 of The Trailer Park Twink
“Please,” she whispers.
I look down at Austin and smile. “I think I’m going to like this OnlyFans thing.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “I don’t want to film anything with anyone else—I don’t ever want to be with anyone else—but I think I like showing off. It’s a fuckin’ rush.”
He shrugs. “It’s never been about the fans for me. They’re nice though. They make me feel pretty. And for the record, I don’t want to share you with anyone either. Don’t want to be with anyone else. Want to be your boy forever.”
“Yeah?”
He blushes as he leans in and sucks the head, nursing it like my pre-cum is the only sustenance he needs from here on out. Pulling off my cock, he licks it like a lollipop a few times before looking up through his lashes. “I want you to adopt me.”
My cock twitches and a long string of pre-cum hangs from the tip. “Fuck. Austin.”
Aussie wraps his hand around my shaft and strokes. “Please? I want to be your son. Your real son.”
“Christ,” I say, tracing the curve of his hopeful face. He wants to be my son. Wants to belong to me legally. “How can I say no to that face?” I dart my eyes to the floor. “Are you going to help keep me steady while I do this?” I look down at the floor I’ll soon be lying on with my back contorting into an impossible curve. A dangerous curve, but I’m a sucker for danger.
I take a seat and extend my legs in front of me, facing the audience. I’ve got my legs spread wide, my hard cock throbbingas I reach for my toes, just trying to stretch my back. I do the right leg first, then the left, and repeat the stretch five times. I don’t really need to do all this, because I can suck the first quarter of my cock without issue, but I kind of want to go deeper. I want to get it into my throat again like last time, because I want to put on a show for them. I want to feel like I’ve earned the adoring looks they’re throwing at me.
Standing, my cock bobs, my balls hanging over my underwear, but I don’t want any part of me hidden. I want to be on full display for their viewing pleasure. Aussie must realize what I’m wanting, because my boy strips me down to nothing, and I give the boys a twirl, stopping with my back to them. There’s a loud chorus of moans as I bend over and touch my toes under the guise of making myself limber, when I’m really just wanting to show off my asshole. Aussie always looks at it like he’s staring at the promised land. There’s the sound of wet friction and rapid whines pouring out all around us, making the moment feel sexually supercharged.
Austin’s still on his knees behind me, and I almost bust on the pink stage when he spreads my cheeks and places a long closed-mouth kiss on my entrance. His tongue extends and he gives me a single lick from my taint, all the way up my crack.
“Alright. I’m ready if you are.” He guides me down until I’m on my back, then gives me a kiss on the cheek, whispering, “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”
“You bet your fuckin’ ass I want to do this,” I say with a smirk. His dick grinds against my side, and he’s still leaking through his shorts. I want to set it free, but he nods, then hoists me up by my thighs, curving me in on myself until my legs are dangling in the air, my cock bobbing in front of my face. He uses my body as a barrier between him and the crowd by kneeling on the other side of me, keeping me balanced with one hand and stroking my cock with the other.
“Last time I did this, he came all over his face, but I didn’t really get to see it happen,” he announces to the crowd before looking down at me. “I’m gonna make you come so good, sir. I’ll make you proud. I promise.”
“I know you will, baby. I’m ready. Aim it at my mouth.”
Like the very best boy in the whole fuckin’ world, he tilts my eight-inch wonder toward my mouth, and I open wide, extending my tongue. A long stream on pre-cum dangles from the tip, eventually falling and landing on my tongue. It’s a little burst of salty sweetness that makes me hungry for more, and like a goddamn panther on the prowl, I lunge for it, wrapping my lips around the head of my cock, desperately sucking, needing more. I bob my head frantically, moaning around my shaft as another bead lands on my tongue.
I suck myself slowly, lubing my dick with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum. The boys in the crowd are jacking off alongside me, their moans fueling me.
As I suck myself, Aussie’s hand falls away from my cock. I want to object, but his hands cup my cheeks, and he pries them apart. He gives my hole another lick, and it’s all it takes to get me going. The next three licks don’t hurt the cause either. When he settles beside me, I’m close to popping, and he must know it, because he squeezes my shoulder.
“That’s it, Daddy. Come for me. Come on your face.”
The words push me over, and it takes all my willpower to pry my mouth away when it happens, but I do, because Aussie asked me to. My cum rains down like a shower, and I close my eyes, crying out my stepson’s name like it’s the last thing I’ll ever say. A jet lands in my mouth, making my eyes roll back, because, fuck... I want to live off this stuff. The salty, silky texture coats my mouth, lingering, refusing to let me forget I’ve just swallowed a load. I want it to linger though. I want that reminder. I want it to be Aussie’s cum next time though. Want to collect it in a fucking cup and carry it around, drinking his load all goddamn day.
“Good boy,” he praises, whispering the words into my ear. “I love you so fucking much, Dallas. I meant what I said. I want you to adopt me. Wanna be your son forever.”
Unfolding myself, I try to catch my breath, but the sight of my boy leaves me breathless. He’s staring at me with so much fuckin’ hope in his eyes, it’s paralyzing.
I cup his cheek, then guide him down to me, assuring him with a kiss. “I’m pretty sure if I adopt you, I can’t marry you, buddy. We’d just end up in Pretty Boy Prison all over again.”
He shrugs. “I don’t want to be your husband. I mean, I want a life with you. I want you to be my partner. But you’re not my husband, Dallas. You’re my dad.”
“Yeah. Yeah, baby, I’m your dad.”
Once he’s licked me clean, taking every stray droplet of cum for himself, the boys take to the stage and put on the show of their lives. Have their vocal abilities improved in the half-hour we just spent together on stage? No, but true to Sukki’s word, the men are captivated by their less-than-stellar performance. The group sings three songs, and Austin and Ezra have to scramble to cover for Deirdre, who refuses to pry herself away from Papa Warden.
The show ends with the prisoners’ moans coming to a fever pitch, culminating in a collective group ejaculation, and then a standing ovation. As cum flies through the air like falling sparks at a concert, my son’s eyes lock on mine. The look of sheer adoration on his face is all the proof I need we’ve made the right decision. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with this man. I just wish I hadn’t wasted so much of our time with his mother.
“I love you, Daddy,” he mouths.
