Page 27 of The Trailer Park Twink

This isn't possible. It can't be humanly possible, because you can't accidentally slip and swallow a grown man's cock with your asshole.

That ain't a thing. It takes time. That's what all the websites said when I researched gay sex after Aussie came out to us.

A hole is supposed to be eased open. It's supposed to be prepped.

If I told Bubba and the boys about this, they'd never believe me.

They'd rant and rave about the ease with which my asshole swallowed my stepson's cock, but I don't give a good-God damn.

I don't give a fuck if it feels believable, because I've never felt this much pleasure in all my life.

And that look on his face. Jesus fucking Christ. My boy.

My sweet, charming, depraved little boy.

"Daddy's good fuckin' boy," I growl, needing him to know, but I don't think he hears me. He's still massaging his calf, seemingly unaware of what's happening below the belt. I don’t think he even realizes his dick is inside me. His leg must be aching something awful, because he’s balls deep, and all his weight is on me. Each time he massages his leg, he fucks his cock into me, over and over, feeling like he's fucking me on an endless loop. He ain’t pulling all the way out, only moving a quarter of an inch at a time; just enough friction to hit some newly discovered magic button inside that makes it feel like fireworks are exploding in my gut. My cock is as hard as it’s ever been, despite just having come a minute ago. The longer he rubs his calf, the more raw I feel inside, but I don’t think I hate the feeling. It’s foreign and new, but it ain’t awful.

I’m getting fucked in the ass.

Jesus, that shouldn’t make my cock throb as hard as it does.

I want more of those explosions. More tingles inside my stomach.

Each time he hits the little button, it makes me moan this low, barbaric sound I’ve never made before.

I don’t recognize my own voice. My hips roll of their own accord, and it takes me an embarrassingly long time to realize he ain't the one moving anymore. It's all me. I’m fucking myself on my stepson’s cock.

Wanting more. Wanting him to fuckin’ claim me the way we claimed each other with our tattoos.

He’s seen me shoot a load once already, and now I want him to see me shoot another, because I want him to feel me clench as he drags me across the finish line again.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan, wrapping my fingers around my shaft.

He’s whining and whimpering, still nursing his aching leg, but the sound of my voice pulls him out of his head and back to reality.

He stares down at his calf looking confused as a moan escapes him.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck. Why am I—” When he looks back at me, his eyes bulge at the sight of me writhing around like a fucking whore, taking his cock so fuckin’ well.

“What the fucking fuck? How?” He's making these slutty little sounds that ain't got no right pouring out of such a pretty set of lips.

Pretty, pink lips, ready to be stained red with use.

Ready to swallow his father's cock the way he's wanted to from the start.

"You're fuckin' me, Aussie. There's this place you keep hitting—keep hitting it. Dammit. Aussie, baby, keep hitting that spot. I'm close. "

“Dad,” he whispers, still staring at me in complete disbelief.

Dad . The word alone is enough to push me over.

With a low, feral moan, I shoot my release, painting our chests as it fires at random, bobbing and twitching in every direction, sending my load in multiple directions like an unmanned water hose.

“Jesus Christ. You’re coming on my cock. ”

Another moan, and I reach for him, pulling him by the scruff of his neck until our foreheads touch. “Want you to come. Want you to shoot inside me."

His lip quivers, and he’s got his eyes shut tight, breathing long, slow breaths, his Charley horse long forgotten.

I grind harder against him, curling my legs around his waist so I can pull him right up to me.

I’m using my legs to push him back and forth, hoping he’ll take the lead soon, because my thighs are starting to burn.

“Is this okay? Daddy, I’ve never—I’ve never topped. I just thought I was a bottom.”

“Fu-u-uck,” is the only response he gets, because holy shit, this feels so fuckin' good.

He slams inside me with a brutal thrust, and It's my fault for using my legs to pull him against me with all my strength, but fuck it, I think I like the ache.

I feel like this is what I was made for.

Like riding my stepson's cock is what I was born to do.

“Close,” he whispers.

"That's it. Come for me, little man. "

His mouth ain’t working, but he’s slowly nodding, almost in shock as I fuck myself on him. I’m essentially using him like a damn dildo. I think it’s just as much a surprise for him as it is for me. His eyes blink a few times, and he looks up at me, his chest flushed completely red.

“I’m not wearing a condom,” he moans, but it don’t stop him from fucking me hard at a jackhammer speed.

His hips are rolling right along with my legs, and we’ve got this super-powered fuck-toy situation going on.

It’s slowly driving me to the brink of insanity, but his insistent voice repeats, “Dallas. We’re not using protection. ”

Fuck. We haven’t even talked about safety.

“I’m negative,” I gasp out as another strike to that special spot left me feeling like I’ve just taken a sexual sledgehammer to the gut. “I get tested because of—” his mom, but I don’t want to bring her up while we’re doing this.

“Me too,” he breathes, still staring at us in disbelief.

The look doesn’t last long, because his mouth falls open and he looks up at me.

There it is. There’s that goofy grin I love so much.

“I’m coming.” The way he says it makes it sound like he’s just surprised as I am. “Daddy, you’re gonna make me come?”

I don’t know if it’s meant as a question, but the questioning tone makes me want to reassure him, so that’s what I do. “I'll make you come whenever you need. ”

That’s all it takes. Aussie’s eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a wail like I’ve never heard before. His hips roll faster, and for the first time since this started, he’s moving on his own, without any help from me. Aussie’s fucking me. He’s an active participant.

“Oh, fuck,” he whines, his voice taking on this high-pitch, feminine tone that makes me throb.

The second I feel his cock swell inside me, I shoot my third load of the night, the tightness of my hole as it clenches pulling Aussie over the edge too.

Holy fuck, I haven't come this much since I was a teenager. I mean, yeah, I’ve spread four or five orgasms across a single day before, but never one right after the other.

Shot after shot, his load spreads inside me, warm and fuzzy like sitting beside a fire and sipping cocoa, but this time it’s like I’m sipping the cocoa through my asshole, and the melted marshmallows on top is just his cum. Best fuckin' cup of cocoa ever.

His body topples down on me, and he’s panting and gasping for air.

We’re both riding out our orgasm, my cock painting both our chests with three more jets before it finally tapers down to a drizzle.

As the last of my load spreads between us, I hold him against my chest, rubbing my hands up and down his back .

“Good boy,” I praise, because he deserves to be praised forever for what he just gave me. It was the single greatest sexual experience of my life, and we weren’t even planning for it.

“Daddy,” he whimpers into my neck. He sounds needy and broken, so I hold him right against me, keeping his face buried in my neck where it belongs.

“Daddy’s right here, and he’s not going anywhere. I'm so fuckin' proud of you, baby. You fucked me so good."

He sniffles, pressing his face right against my heart, whispering, “I've wanted this so long,” like he doesn't want me to hear, but he has to get the words out.

Aussie looks up at me with teary eyes. “I never want to see Mom again.

I don't want you to see her either. I want you to file for divorce.”

The words are enough to pull me out of the moment, because I know as much as he means them, he's not going to like the fallout.

I don't even know how us existing together without Shelly could happen.

Shelly's a fighter, and she'll go down swinging.

There ain't no chance of us taking the trailer, because it's in her name.

A stupid decision on my part, but when we moved in, she asked me to give up my fancy new mobile home to live in her dilapidated trailer house.

She told me she wanted me to sell it so we could use the money for a new place.

It took half a year to sell, and another five months to put another ten-thousand bucks into the bank.

To build a life. To buy a home for the three of us.

She relapsed shortly after, and all those plans were shot to shit.

It was the day I bought the safe, and it probably should have been the day I walked out, taking Aussie with me.

I don't know how we're going to make this work, but we have to, because the look he's giving me right now is a look I want to see for the rest of my life. I just need to make a plan. A way for this to work.

Swallowing, I say the only thing I can. “Okay."