Page 25 of The Trailer Park Twink

I take off the hat and put it on his head. “Looks better on you.”

“Nuh-uh. Everything looks better on you.” A rush of color spreads across his cheeks. “I bet I'd look good on you.” He glances down at my lap. “Gonna ride it like a bucking bronco soon.”

My mouth goes dry and I have to take a deep breath and hold it in, because fuck yes to that. Fuck yes to Aussie riding me on an endless loop. “I think you mean bucking bronco.”

“I said what I said.” He stares at me for a moment, and then a small frown appears in the corner of his mouth.

“What’s wrong? ”

He sighs. “I don’t want to have to worry about engaging with the viewers tonight. I usually interact with them during my videos, but I want to focus on you.”

Does he want to end the recording? I’m totally fine with that.

In fact, I think I’d prefer it. I know he could use the money though.

He’s too proud to come out and ask me for an allowance, but part of me wishes he would.

The smallest, most secret part of me wants him to quit school altogether and just stay home.

I want him to have an easy life. One where he don’t have to worry about the stress of working a nine-to-five.

One where he’s waiting for me at the door each afternoon when I come home with a kiss and a margarita.

The margarita would be his, because after the tattoo party with Bubba, I think I might give up liquor completely.

I loved seeing Aussie let himself have fun, but I don’t like that I wasn’t sober enough to protect him.

I wanna be of sound mind whenever he’s with me, because if anything ever happened to him, it would kill me.

“Don’t worry about them. It’s just me and you in the room right now.” I take his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Do you want me to take it out?”

He stares at my bulge; the intensity of his gaze sends blood pumping down to it.

I wrap a hand around the shaft and give it a stroke through the fabric of my underwear.

A few more strokes and the initial signs of pre-cum rear their head.

A small patch of wetness spreads across the fabric, and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger the longer I stroke.

I rise from the bed and stand in front of him, keeping my ass to the camera. I want Aussie to be part of the experience, because I think I need him to guide me just as much as he needs me to do it for him.

“Daddy?” he asks, staring up at me with a look of confusion.

“Take them off me, Austin.” I rarely call him Austin, because he’s not.

He’s Aussie. My Aussie. The unusual sound of his name on my lips seems to startle him, and he sits upright like a dog caught destroying a throw pillow.

I grab the hat off his head and place it on the bedside table, because it's just going to get in the way. “Go on, little man. Help Dad out.”

His eyes roll back in his head, and for a second, I worry he’s having a seizure, but then they lock back in place, filled with an intense expression I’ve only ever seen the day I watched him come as he sat in my lap.

His fingers spill over the waistband, and to my surprise, he doesn’t just tug them down.

He reaches inside and curls his fingers around my cock.

“Holy fucking fuck,” I moan, my knees giving way.

He wraps an arm around me, catching me before I fall, but his other hand is still on my cock.

Once I’ve found my footing, he releases the grip he’s got on my back and uses it to tug down the front of my boxers before pulling my cock and balls over, letting my package dangle.

My cock is throbbing, red and swollen and aggressively pouring out pre-cum.

The way he licks his lips has me wondering what that tongue would feel like cleaning my cockhead.

Aussie’s got me harder than I’ve ever been in my life, and then he makes me even harder when he slowly strokes me.

Hand jobs weren’t on the menu, as far as I’m aware, but that don’t stop me from letting it happen. No, not just let . Want. Need. It’s the first time he’s ever touched me there, skin-on-skin.

“You’re jacking me off,” I whisper, more to myself than anyone. It feels like it’s happening to someone else, because even though I think I’m having a midlife bi awakening, a man has never touched my cock.

“Is it okay?”

I nod, because what else can I do? He ain’t stroking it to make me come.

That much is obvious, considering he’s moving at a snail’s pace.

His hand slides back and forth on an endless loop and both of us have our eyes locked on the place where our bodies are connected.

He pauses on the upstroke and just holds my cockhead in his hand like someone might hold a dog leash.

Though his hand ain’t moving, he’s doing this little trick where he softly squeezes and eases his grip on the head, my pre-cum acting like lube, making each squeeze sound squishy.

My hips roll forward, fucking into his fist, and I’m sure I must have a hungry look in my eyes, because as I stare at him, I realize I’m fuckin’ starving for my boy.

We both know where this night is heading. Even if we don’t full-on fuck, I’m going to come in front of him, and I don’t plan on letting him go to bed with blue balls, so he’ll be busting a load too.

“Alright,” he finally says. “Let’s see this party trick.”

With a deep breath, I turn, taking a seat on the bed, letting both legs dangle over the edge.

I take my cock in my hand and give it a few leisurely strokes for the camera.

“I found out I could do this about ten years ago.” I’m not sure if I’m talking to him or the camera, but I keep going anyway.

“I don’t get the chance to do it too often, because I’m always worried someone’s going to walk in on me and think I’m a freak or something. I know it’s gross, but—”

He squeezes my knee. “Daddy, if I could suck my own dick, I would never leave the bedroom. There’s nothing gross about it.

It’s pretty fucking hot, actually.” When I look over, his eyes are locked on my leaking dick.

Wanting to make the moment special, I swipe my fingers through the puddle of pre-cum on my stomach where my cock is resting, then bring my thumb to his mouth. “Breakfast of champions.”

His eyes widen and he wastes no time, diving forward and enveloping my thumb with his lips.

His tongue twists and turns around me like a hurricane, leaving no dry skin behind.

He focuses on the tip, probably trying to show me his skills.

If Aussie is half as talented at sucking cock as he is sucking my thumb, I think we can forgo the tests. He’s already passed with flying colors.

When he’s done sucking every trace of pre-cum from my skin, he pulls off, his mouth making a popping sound as we disconnect.

Aussie nods, letting me know he’s ready.

Taking a deep breath, I try to steady my racing heart, then I get to work.

I curl my fingers around my cock and aim it upward.

Bending, I lean down and lick the head. It ain’t hard.

I mean, licking the tip ain’t hard. My cock is, however, and that’s what I’m focusing on, looking up at him through my lashes as I give it a little kiss.

He lifts his hands like he’s surrendering.

“Yeah. That’s officially the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

” The second my tongue swipes the head, Aussie makes an ungodly sound, like his voice is filled with pure, unadulterated want.

I take the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around, just like he did with my thumb.

I keep licking the tip to give him a show, but I can’t really suck myself from this angle.

When I do it sitting up, I can usually go a little lower than I am now, but it always hurts my back the next day.

Pulling off my cock, I’m surprised to find myself panting, my cheeks burning, and an overwhelming sense of arousal pulsating through every square inch of my body.

His eyes are on mine, and we just sit here a moment, neither of us speaking because there aren’t any words big enough for what we’re sharing.

“Fuck. Aussie?”

His lip trembles. “Yeah?”

“I’m gonna lie on my back now. I can’t go too deep when I’m sitting up. I might need your help.”

“Help with what?”

Instead of answering him, I move across the bed on my hands and knees, pausing when I hear him gasp.

When I look over my shoulder, his eyes are glued to my ass.

Since I’m naked, I know my entire crack is on display, and judging by the angle of his gaze, I’m pretty sure he’s staring at my hole. “Baby?”

He blinks, dazedly looking up at me. There’s that goofy grin I love so much. “It’s so fucking pretty, Dallas.”

I must be blushing the brightest shade of red imaginable, because no one has ever described my asshole as pretty.

Hell, I don’t think anyone else has ever seen it.

I had a short-term girlfriend who offered to stick her tongue inside me, but the idea felt gross and wrong at the time.

Now, with the way Aussie’s eyes were burning holes in to my asshole, I’m willing to revisit the idea.

He’d look so pretty between my cheeks, peeking up at me with those hooded eyes.

My cock is throbbing at the thought, so I guess it’s on board too.

I wonder what it would feel like, having a man lick and lap at your hole.

Pushing against the entrance. Maybe even slipping inside.

I need to get this show on the road before I come just from thinking about it. So, I lie back and fling my legs over my head, wobbling, trying to steady myself. It’s really hard to balance your body when you’re folded in half, and remaining stationary is always the trickiest part to this.