Page 26 of The Trailer Park Twink

In the cool hotel room, his hands feel like fire on my skin when we connect.

He’s got one hand on my hip, holding me steady.

From the way we’re angled, I’m between him and the camera, and he’s knelt beside me, staring at my cock.

He uses his other hand to aim my cock at my face as he guides me forward, inching closer and closer.

“Here we go, baby,” I say before opening my mouth.

I’m able to take the head between my lips with ease, and begin the slow, familiar task of stretching my back, little by little, taking in more with each slow thrust. I hollow my cheeks each time my cock slides out, but it’s mainly just to put on a show for him.

Rolling my neck, I take more and more with each thrust, grunting around the girth.

I’ve got a pretty thick cock, and I can usually take it easily enough, but I swear to God, something about Aussie being here has my dick feeling twice as wide.

Through it all, as I peek up, Aussie’s hand never leaves my cock.

He’s slowly stroking me as I work the upper-half of my shaft.

I didn’t think he’d jack me off, but now that he is, I don’t want him to stop.

It feels like this is where his hand is meant to be.

I kind of want him to keep it there all the time, even when we’re just relaxing on the couch.

He can hold onto it all day if he wants.

When his hand falls away, the feeling of loss is unbearable.

I want his hand back. I want him to put it where it goes.

There’s movement beside me, and as I suck the first few inches of my cock, Aussie’s dick comes into view.

The tip is just as red as mine was a second ago.

At first, I think he’s going to bring it to my mouth, wanting me to suck us both at the same time, and just the thought of it sends a goddamn tsunami of pre-cum draining down my throat.

As he strokes himself for me, I suck even harder, pretending it’s my boy’s dick.

Wishing it's Aussie’s pre-cum I’m tasting instead.

The thought of sucking his cock isn’t one I’ve put much thought into, but now that I am, I really, really like the thought of it.

I let my cock fall from my lips. “Fuck, baby. You’re so hard. I didn't know how good it would be to have you with me like this. I love you, Aussie.”

Aussie looks down at me and smiles. "I love you, too, Daddy." He pushes my lower back until I take the hint and wrap my lips around my own cock again.

“I'm hard for you. Dallas, I stay fucking hard for you.” He moves around me, his knees at either side of my head. His cock is dangling above me, and if I didn’t already have a mouthful, I’d be lunging up to take him into my mouth, because I really want to suck his cock. It’s just so fuckin’ pretty.

My vision is obstructed because I’m basically folded in two, so I don’t see his lips approach my ass.

When they touch down on my furry cheek, he plants a gentle kiss on top.

He’s literally kissing my ass. Jesus, fuck.

I want more of those lips all over. More kisses to my ass.

Maybe even a couple along the crack. Since I've got my legs flung over, my ass is on the same side of the bed as my head, and he's kneeling at my side, leaving a clear shot for the camera.

My cock slides out of my mouth long enough for me to choke out, “More,” and then I grab it, desperate to get it back between my lips.

With it in my mouth, I can close my eyes and pretend it’s him.

I can fantasize that it’s really his pre-cum on my tongue.

I make it further with each thrust, taking more of my cock than I’ve ever been able to before.

I think I’ve made it halfway down. Aussie must have heard my plea, because his lips travel across my ass cheeks, pausing when he reaches my crack.

The next thing I know, there’s something warm and wet at the base of my spine.

Slowly, it creeps lower, and I whine like a boiling kettle when it reaches the peak of my crack. Surely he won’t. Surely.

Mary Motherfuckin’ Magdalene, he’s doing it.

My stepson is dragging his tongue down my crack.

Fuck. I swallow my cock faster, surprised when I’m able to feel the head hit my throat.

I’ve never done that, but then, I’ve never done a lot of the things I want to do with Aussie, so maybe that’s a good sign.

Because I’m pretty sure I want to do more with him. Scratch that.

Everything.

I want to do everything with him.

I want to claim him inside and out.

The second his tongue hits my hole, I’m a goner.

If there’s anyone else on the third floor of this shithole, they’re definitely getting an earful tonight.

His tongue laps at my entrance, and he’s goddamn gasping for it.

He’s gone fucking feral on me, and I try to arch my back, telling him I want more, but I’m already bending at an impossible angle.

Sure enough, my boy knows his Daddy. There’s more pressure—exquisite pressure—and it’s almost too much.

Almost.

Aussie’s tongue circles my entrance, and then there’s the feeling of something pressing down harder.

It takes me a moment to realize he’s trying to fuck me with his tongue.

Fuck, yes! He continues, his tongue poking and prodding at me like a prized ham as I writhe against him getting used to all the new sensations.

The slight burn as pressure mounts. The feeling of submission that runs through me as I relax my entrance.

When he finally breaches the rim, it almost pushes me over the edge, but then he stops.

Why did he stop?

And where the fuck does he think he’s going?

He’s hobbling around, positioning him directly in front of my head.

He's in front of my ass, too, considering the way my body is contorted right now. He leans in closer to my ass, licking another stripe up my crack. I try to pull off my cock, but he’s got his hand on my lower back, gently pushing, helping me take more and more of my dick each time.

I’m stretched enough that the head pops into my throat each time I dive forward, and the way I constrict around myself—my body working in sync to bring me closer and closer to release—sends me hurtling toward the finish line.

“I’m gonna come,” I try to say, but with a mouthful of cock and pre-cum, I’m not sure how clear it comes across. His bare cock is bobbing in front of my face.

“I love you, Dallas,” he says in this soft, adoring tone.

That’s all it takes. A quiet declaration in a shitty, two-star hotel.

My cock slips out of my mouth and fires on its own, painting my own face in the process. I didn’t mean for it to fall out, but now that it has, I’m too overcome with pleasure to try to find it again, so I open my mouth, welcoming my load back into me .

To my surprise, his stroking stops, and he's moving away from me on the bed.

He bends over at the edge, reaching for something out of sight.

When he returns, he ain't stroking his cock anymore, he's uncapping a bottle of lube and squirting a hearty dollop on his fingers.

He snaps the cap shut and approaches me from behind.

A minute ago, he was kneeling by my my head, now he's on the other side, behind my curved back.

He reaches over and teases my hole with his finger.

“I want to feel you on the inside,” he whispers. “Can I fuck you with my finger, sir?” Somehow, the words send another single blast of semen firing onto my lips, making me moan an ungodly moan. As Aussie snickers, he whispers, “Deep breath, Daddy. Here I come.”

“Oh my fuckin' God, Aussie. You're inside me,” I moan.

“Trust me, it only gets better from here.” His finger feels fantastic sliding in and out of my hole, and if it can feel this good with just a finger, I can't imagine what it would feel like to take his cock.

I would.

I'd take it whenever he feels like offering. As much or as little as he wants. Behind me, he's stroking himself even faster. Jacking off, just for me. I have to see it. I have to watch him come.

“Keep stroking yourself, baby. Daddy wants you to come too. I want to see it.” I try to kick back so I can watch, but his grip on my hips is too strong, so I’m stuck in this position until he lets go.

“I can?” he whimpers, the sound of slick friction increasing in speed, his finger fucking me harder, almost frantically.

“You fuckin’ better.”

Slowly, he helps me unroll myself from the ball I’m in by placing his hands on my hips and pulling my ass in his direction, unfolding me like a flower petal. His hard cock digs against my back, leaving a long smear of pre-cum, the slick stipe growing longer the more he pulls me back. He's drenched.

My boy lets out an unbearable groan, then hisses, “Shit,” in a pained voice that tears me apart inside. “Charley horse, Charley horse, fuck-fuck-fucking-goddamn!” He’s groaning, and his hand falls from my hips, sending me plummeting down, ass-first.

I feel it happening before it even happens.

His cock dragging down my crack.

The head catching on my hole.

The most intense burning sensation I’ve ever felt in my life.

And finally, an unbearable feeling of fullness.