Page 18 of The Trailer Park Twink

His profile picture—the one of his ass in those skin-tight briefs—has me leaking, pouring out pre-cum on an endless tap. Fuck. His ass was pretty the other night. Red and pinkened by the tattoo needle. Me, emblazoned into his flesh, permanently. I’m going to be there forever. Right where I belong .

I subscribed to his profile the other day, but I ain’t been brave enough to pull it up yet. There are a lot of videos, apparently, but I’m not ready to see him in motion now, so I click onto his pictures.

The first one I see takes my breath away.

It’s a bare shot of my baby boy’s ass. He’s kneeling on his bed, facing away from the camera, his head cocked back as he stares over his shoulder with a knowing smirk, like he took the picture knowing I’d find it.

There’s an option to scroll and see more from this series, so I do, and the next image makes me moan out loud, because in it, Aussie is bent over, his cheeks spread, a pretty pink hole winking out at me.

“Oh, fuck, baby.”

I’m disgusted with myself, but I can’t look away, so I just keep scrolling.

I reach down and wrap a hand around my cock as a picture of his little dick pops up on my screen.

It ain’t as small as it seems when it’s soft, but it ain’t big like mine, neither.

It’s maybe five inches, give or take. I’m working with a solid eight and a half.

Eight thick inches that would stretch my boy’s hole wide open.

Fuck. I can picture it. The way his pink hole will turn darker as I slam into him.

How his ass is going to jiggle as he rides me.

The way he’s going to clench Daddy’s cock so fuckin’ good when he comes, dragging me across the finish line with him.

Daddy .

Because that’s who I am. His father. The love of his fucking life.

I think part of me has always known it, but I’ve had my blinders on, because I didn’t feel the same.

I couldn’t feel the same, because he’s my son, and he’s a man, both facts meaning nothing as I watch a long stream of pre-cum slide down my shaft, because I know it’s down to him.

Just the sight of his tight hole has my cock leaking like never before, lubing me up like it realizes the picture on my phone is where it belongs.

I’m so fucking hard I almost can’t stand it, and I remember him mentioning that he told his fans I would show them the art of self-sucking.

I kind of want to hear what he told them.

I kind of want to know if they’re interested.

No one has ever looked at me like I’m sex on legs, but Aussie does. Aussie always has.

I bring up his videos. Each of his many clips have a thumbnail of him fully clothed which puts me at ease, because maybe he’s not really stroking his cock for these men regularly.

Unfortunately, the moment I click the most recent video, I’m proven wrong within seconds when Aussie stands up and smiles at the computer, removing his shirt.

“I cuddled with Daddy last night,” he says, and he’s got this hopeful, love-drunk look in his eyes.

He’s so fucking proud. Giddy, even. “We got matching tattoos, and I got to hold him all night long.” He unbuttons his pants and slides them down, standing in a pair of baby-blue briefs that leave nothing to the imagination.

Turning, he slowly pushes them down, revealing his ass.

“Bend over,” I whisper, like he’ll somehow hear me through the screen.

“Fuck, baby. Bend over for Daddy. Let me see it again.” I guess he has ears that can travel time, because as soon as the words are out, he bends over, exposing his hole.

“That’s it. That’s Daddy’s good boy.” To my disappointment, he sits down, on his bed, but then he spreads his legs and wraps his hand around his cock.

He’s so fuckin’ beautiful this way, and I can see why he has fans.

From his small, twinkish frame, to that not-so big cock swinging between his legs, my boy is perfect.

He strokes himself to no end, mumbling something that sounds a lot like “Daddy” over and over.

Releasing my shaft, I grab the Fleshlight, unable to look away from him.

I want to see more of him like this, and considering he has almost one-hundred videos, it’s a wish I’ve already been granted.

“Daddy,” he says on screen, and then he lifts his legs, placing them on the side of the bed and scooting down, putting his entire hole on display.

“Good boy,” I whisper, even though he can’t hear me. He wets his finger in his mouth before reaching down and sliding it inside.

“Daddy, please,” he whines, and it’s all it takes to break any level of resistance I’ve been feeling. My boy is begging for it. Pleading to be fucked into his childhood bed. I bet he’d feel good too. Tighter than any hole I’ve ever plundered before.

Wanting to imagine I’m giving him everything his index finger can’t, I press the Flighlight’s hole right over my cockhead. As I press the tip against its entrance, it creates a gap, and I watch in wonder as warm, white liquid trickles out, running down my shaft.

Holy fucking shit. He used it this morning.

Austin’s cum is on my cock.

I have to pull the toy away to catch my breath, because the sight of my son’s load on my shaft almost has me busting, too, and I ain’t ready to come yet.

I slide a finger through it, my entire body trembling.

It’s so pretty, and it feels so slick against my fingers.

I bring it to my face, giving it a quick sniff, and my cock twitches, because it smells just how I’d imagine his load to smell.

Sweet and stout with bleachy undernotes.

I collect a bit more with my thumb, and without thinking, I bring it to my lips, giving it an exploratory lick.

Jesus. It’s perfect. Light, hardly any flavor at all, but what little flavor it does have tastes fuckin’ delicious.

I aim the tip of my cock at the toy again, and another stream of his semen slips out, drizzling down my dick.

My actions are unhinged—I’m well aware of how depraved this is going to be—but I can’t stop myself from bringing my camera up and snapping a picture of his cum on my cock as it slowly drizzles out of the toy’s lips.

Before I can stop myself, I send the picture, and a message saying, “Make sure you clean it out when you use it, baby. It can destroy the lining if you leave it in.”

As soon as the message sends, I know I’ve crossed the line.

I had no right to show him my cock without asking.

No right to show how his load is coating my shaft.

Before I can send an apologetic text, my phone rings.

My boy is calling me. I ought to decline it, but why would I?

How could I? So, I answer the call, rubbing the head of my cock up and down the entrance, needing more of my boy’s cum. Needing him to coat me. To claim me.

“Hey, baby,” I answer huskily. “Everything okay?”

“Daddy?” he asks. I know he wants to say something, but he’s doing the same thing I do when something is too scary to imagine. He pretends it isn’t happening. “Yeah. Everything’s fine. I just wanted to call and check on you. Are you okay?”

“I’m great, Aussie,” I answer honestly, slowly sliding the toy down, watching it envelope my shaft, and I let out a loud, ungodly moan as his cum slathers across my cock. “Oh my fucking God, I’m so good, baby. So fucking good.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah. What are you doing? Talk to me. Tell me what you’re doing. How’s rehearsal?”

“We haven’t started yet. We’re still waiting for two of the guys.”

I pump the toy slowly, the noise of his slick cum on my cock sounding completely obscene. We’re quiet for a while, and I just keep stroking, letting him hear me. The longer I stroke, the more my inhibitions fall, until I’m finally brave enough to whisper, “I love you, Aussie.”

“Dad,” he whispers. Not Daddy. Dad.

God help me, I don’t have any reason to FaceTime him, but that doesn’t stop me from clicking the icon anyway. I know he’s with friends, so hopefully they don’t get an eyeful, but even if they do, it won’t stop me. He could be surrounded by millions, and I’d still want to show him.

When he comes on screen, he’s got a confused expression. “Why did you FaceTime me?”

Without answering, I toggle my camera, and there it is.

My cock, sheathed to the base in a Fleshlight he left his load in earlier.

I don’t say anything, just watch his expression as I slowly lift the toy, revealing inch after inch.

When I reach the tip, he whines as I fuck my cock back inside, all the way to the base.

I fuck into the toy over and over, loving the hazed look on his face. “See that? Do you see it all over me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“If I ever break out the toy, and there ain’t some of you left behind, I’ll drag your ass over my knee and wear you out. Do you understand me, boy? ”

“I understand, sir,” he whispers, but he don’t seem scared or nothin’, he looks the same way he did the other night, when he came undone in my arms. “Every day. I swear. I’ll get it good and wet for you, Dad. I promise.”

Fuck. The way he keeps calling me Dad is doing shit to me.

“Come home,” I growl. “Get in your car, and get your ass over here. Be my good boy and come home, and I’ll let you see my party trick. We can film it for your fans and everything. I don’t give a shit anymore, just come home. Come back to me, baby.”

He bites his lip, looking torn. “I want to. Dallas—Daddy, you don’t know how much I want to. I have practice, though.”

He’s still staring at me stroking my cock, and I’ve had enough of this.

I have the ultimate trump card, and I ain’t afraid to use it.

I feel my release getting closer, and once the pleasure reaches a fever pitch, in one fluid motion, I yank the Fleshlight away, revealing my cock to Aussie, and it erupts untouched, shooting jet after jet of cum flying up my chest. It lands everywhere.

My face. My shoulder. Somehow, I’m pretty sure I got a little behind my ear.

Through it all, Aussie is staring at me like I’ve just turned water into wine.

“Oh my fucking God,” Austin whispers. He might as well be the heart-eye emoji right now, and it makes me so goddamn proud, I almost can’t stand it.

My orgasm is intense, even without stimulation.

It’s like I can feel every single spurt as it travels the length of my cock.

I usually only get that intense sensation when I haven’t jacked off in a few days, but I came last night.

Twice, actually. This is all down to Aussie, and I know now what I should have known all along.

“If you can make it home before she gets back, we can leave without her knowing.”

He blinks at me, confused, but that’s to be expected. “Wait, where are we going? I mean, it hardly matters. I’d follow you into the flames of Hell if you asked, but still. I don’t want to be in the dark.”

I swallow, making a choice I won’t be able to unmake. “We can head to Minnesota. Me and you.”

“Without Mom?”

I nod, knowing we’ll never hear the end of it when we get back. But maybe we don’t have to listen anymore. Maybe we don’t ever have to listen to her again.

“Just me and you,” I finally say. “I want to relax. I want to be able to breathe, and I can’t fucking breathe without you, Austin.” His jaw trembles, and I can tell he wants to cry, but he’s holding those tears back. Being my big boy. My brave boy. I’m so fuckin’ proud of him. “Come on. Come home.”