Page 31 of The Trailer Park Twink

“Be my good boy tonight, and I promise, I’ll give you whatever you want. You have my word.” His lips press a trail of tender kisses up and down my spine, and he gently pats my ass, letting me know he’s ready for me to go get dressed.

When I exit the cabin, my heart flutters a little, because Dallas is bent over, wearing only a pair of white shorts.

The material is thin, essentially threadbare, leaving nothing to the imagination.

There’s a small fire pit around a circle of sawn logs, just a few yards from the lake shore.

With the way the lake is set up, the place is pretty much private.

There are a handful of other cabins, but only one or two look to be in use.

There aren’t a whole lot of lights around the lake, and our cabin is shielded by shrubbery and a canopy of trees, but the fire pit is out in the open, and I’m sure it’ll be bright enough to light us up for the neighbors.

It sucks, because I’d really like to cuddle up next to him, skin on skin, completely bare, but I’m guessing Daddy doesn’t want to catch a public indecency charge.

Once the fire is lit, he takes a seat on one of the logs and pats his lap.

At least he isn’t opposed to cuddles. I rush over and launch myself at him like a torpedo, giggling like a maniac when he catches me and places me on his lap.

Dallas reaches down beside him and pulls out a bottle of pink champagne.

“You can get tipsy, but I don’t want you getting drunk. I won’t have sex with you if you’re drunk, Aussie . . . and I really, really want to have sex with you tonight.”

“You do?”

His cock twitches against my ass. “I already told you I did.”

“I know,” I agree, snatching the champagne and taking a swig from the bottle. “But I wanted to hear it again.”

“Do you not believe me?”

I shake my head. “I’ve just wanted this for so long, it’s hard for me to believe it’s real.”

“Aussie, I got you tattooed on my ass. Trust me, it’s real You’re making me feel things I ain’t ever felt before.

All my life, it’s like I’ve been living in a world without color.

Then I found out how you felt, and I let myself feel it, and there are all these new shades I’ve never seen before.

” He looks at me, and there’s this intensity I’ve never felt flickering between us.

I lean in and give him a quick kiss. “What was the big surprise you mentioned earlier?”

“You have the patience of a chihuahua.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, but keeps it hidden in his hand. He’s holding on so tightly his knuckles go white, and he just keeps staring at me with a look I can’t read. “Do you like it here? At the cabin, I mean.”

“Yeah. It’s cute. Rustic. I really like that it’s not nine-thousand degrees outside like back home.”

“Do you think you’d want to stay here for a while?”

“Like . . . live here?”

He opens his hand to reveal a key. “I’ve had a second key ever since Dad died.

I never felt right letting Shelly have a copy.

I worried she might give it to one of her junkie friends from the trailer park and start renting it out as a tourist destination or something.

I didn’t trust her, but I trust you. Probably more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.

You wouldn’t lie to me like she does. You wouldn’t keep me in the dark. ”

The words are like a punch to the gut, because they just remind me of all the secrets I’ve kept to get us here.

The tactics entailed to secure this new dynamic of our relationship.

Lies told. Truths hidden. All for Daddy.

I regret nothing, but I know I can’t build a relationship based on half-truths and omissions.

“Dallas, I . . . I don’t know what to say. You really want to live here? With me?”

He nods. “I’ve been trying to come up with a way for us to be together without everyone thinking I’m a monster. I think it’s the only way for us to have a fresh start. We don’t have to if you don’t want to, but if you do, I’d like to build a life with you here.”

“Would that make us boyfriends?” My heart is slamming in my chest, and my cheeks feel like they've caught fire.

“It would make us everything, Austin. Everything.”

It feels like my heart is going to leap out of my chest, because this is more than I could have hoped for. It’s like every dream I’ve ever dreamed is coming true, and I need him to know how much it means to me.

I bury my face in his neck and breathe Daddy in. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You don’t even know.”

“Then tell me,” he whispers, pulling me closer.

I know the words have the power to turn his desire to disgust, but I need to get the words out. “I’ve loved you for so long. Right from the start. I think I knew the first time I saw you. ”

His eyes widen, but he doesn’t pull away. “But you were . . .” Closing his eyes, he sighs, but he’s not pushing me off his lap, so it makes me hopeful that I haven’t mucked it up completely.

“I know. And I know that makes you uncomfortable, but it’s my truth. Just as true as the fact that I signed up for OnlyFans just so I could jack off for you every day.”

“You did that for me? What about all your fans?”

“Who gives a damn about the fans? It was only ever for you. Getting to talk to you every day—having you hear me come on your lunch break every afternoon—is the only thing I cared about. I love you, Dallas. I always have and I always will. Have I done things that are problematic to get us here? Yes.”

“What kind of things?”

Well, we’re in the thick of it now, and he isn’t running, so maybe I’ve got this wrong. Maybe he won’t hate me for my creepy side. Maybe he’ll eventually revel in it. “I used to smell your underwear in the hamper when I would jack off.”

“You did?”

I nod, probably more proudly than I should. “Sometimes you’d leave a little pre-cum in them. I’d lick it all clean.” I wait to gauge his reaction, and while I’m not seeing a whole lot of anger in his eyes, he doesn’t look particularly happy. “Do you hate me? ”

“Of course not. It’s not the most sanitary thing in the world, but I just licked your asshole, so who am I to judge?” He takes a swig of the champagne. “Is there more?”

“Yes, sir. When I was little, I used to spy on you. Just a little though.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Just a little?”

“I would steal your mail and stuff. I just wanted to know more about you. Your name. Your creditors. All your business. I wanted to know everything, but your mail was always boring as hell. I used to get really mad at you about it, because I knew you were an interesting man, so it felt like you were hiding all those interesting parts from me.”

“I didn’t even know you,” he says, which, yeah. True.

“I was a teenager, Dallas. I can’t be held accountable for my thoughts or behavior. I was basically a walking erection. It’s cruel to be mad at me for it, so don’t.”

He furrows his brows, but he hasn’t given up on me yet, so that makes me feel a little better. “What else?”

“I . . . I used to climb into the tree behind your house and watch you through the window.”

“You did what ?” He jolts upright like he’s about to stand, but stops himself when he remembers I’m still in his lap. “The old oak tree by my bedroom?” I don’t know why the hell he’s asking, because there’s only one tree on his lot.

“Yeah. ”

“Why—what would you even . . . How often?”

“Every night,” I admit. “I would climb up there and watch you in your room.”

He swallows. “Watching me do what?”

“I couldn’t see much because of the bed frame, but your arm was usually pumping pretty fast.”

“Ah, Christ.” He closes his eyes and sighs. “You climbed the tree?”

“You were just so beautiful, Dallas. You were pretty and you always smiled at me. Please don't be mad. It was just a little light stalking.”

To my surprise, he lifts me off his lap and places me on the empty space next to him.

Before I can object, he stands and walks toward the cabin.

Dazed, I just sit here watching him walk away, and it takes me all of five seconds to realize I’ve probably just ruined everything with my big mouth and horrible life choices.

I use some dirt to extinguish the fire then head to find Dallas.

When I make it inside, Dallas is making a bed on the sofa. He’s already got sheets laid out, and he’s unfolding a blanket.

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

“Oh, I’m not mad. I am livid, Austin Snowden.” He spreads the blanket across the sofa, then slips between the sheets and blanket, rolling onto his side and facing away from me. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow. ”

I kneel behind him and place my hand on his back. “I’m sorry. I can’t say I’d do anything differently given the chance, because it led us here, but I’m sorry for hurting you. For watching you jack off when you thought you were alone.”

“Dammit,” he says with an exhausted sigh. “It ain’t about—I need you to give me a little time. Just go to bed and we can talk about it in the morning.”

“But . . . just come to bed. Okay? I don’t want to be away from you. And we have the nice new sheets and a pretty pink comforter. Tonight is the first night of the rest of our lives.”

“Well, you should have thought about that before you climbed that damn tree. I’m not happy with you right now.”

He doesn’t turn over to give me a goodnight kiss, and it’s enough to make it feel like I’ve just thrown away every dream I’ve ever dreamed.

I could leave him alone like he asked me to, but my place is at his side.

So, I head to the bedroom and grab the comforter off the bed and drag it back to the living room with a pillow in my hand.

Dallas doesn’t turn over as I make a pallet beside the couch, nor does he make a peep when I reach up and rest my hand on his hip as I try to fall asleep, needing to feel a connection with him.

He just lies up there on the couch, his body tense.

“I love you, Daddy.”

He sighs. “I love you too.”