Page 35 of The Trailer Park Twink

“Mom?” I try to crane my neck to see her, but Dallas has his hand on the back of my head, and he pulls me closer until my face is nuzzled in his neck, sending his hat flying off my head and onto the floor.

At any other time, I might lean into the moment, in hopes the moment never slips away, but I can’t do that when I’m completely nude and my Mom is behind me and my entire ass is out for her to see.

“Why is your bare ass on display? I didn’t sign up to see your asshole, Austin Snowden,” someone says, but it’s not my mom. It’s a voice I know by heart, though.

“Ezra?” Wriggling out of Dallas’ intense protective grip, I manage to move my face away from his neck and look over my shoulder.

Sure enough, there he is. He’s sitting next to Mom on the sofa, and he’s holding a gun.

Where the hell did he get a gun? He’s also holding a rope that’s been looped around my mother’s arms several times, securing her. “Did you take my mom hostage?”

He shakes his head emphatically. “It’s for my protection. She’s tried to kill me four times already.”

“Twice, you lying little queer.”

“Well, there’s no need for name calling,” I say, but it only earns me a death glare from my mom.

“You,” Ezra snaps, pointing his judgy little finger at me.

“You're a selfish piece of shit. When we started this acapella group, you said I could be in charge. Being in charge means keeping you in line, and you’re so far out of line, you can’t even see straight.

It’s like your mind has been wiped of all things that don’t pertain to Dallas.

I will not be erased simply because you want to get your dick wet. Pack your shit. We’re leaving.”

“Absolutely not. She’ll stay here and try to fuck Daddy. That’s not happening.” I turn and glare at her. “I’ve been inside him, Mom. You can’t have him back.”

My mother looks like she’s going to be sick.

“Disgusting. Every single word of that is disgusting, but that’s no surprise, considering you’re the tackiest man I’ve ever met.

I ought to call the police for what you did to me in Oklahoma.

I mean, kidnapping, Austin? Really? You left me in the wilderness to fend for myself. ”

“You did what?” Daddy shouts, but I put my hand over his mouth. I can only handle one dumpster fire of a situation at a time.

“I didn’t leave you in the wilderness, I left you in an IHOP parking lot with a wad of cash.

No one forced you to run down the streets of Tulsa, Oklahoma, like a meth-fueled torpedo, screaming about how once you got your next fix, you were going to track me down and carve my heart out with a nail file.

Honest to fucking God, if I have to listen to you play the victim again, I might actually set myself on fire. You are exhausting.”

“Go ahead. Burn.” She scowls at me from her place on the sofa. “I wish you would. You’d be doing us all a favor.”

“Now, see here,” Dallas shouts, his voice booming off the walls and echoing all around. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on right now, but I know that I’m not going to let anyone tell someone to go kill themself. What the hell is wrong with you, Shelly?”

“What’s wrong with me ? What’s wrong with me is my son has been trying to steal my husband my entire marriage, and my husband is too fucking stupid to see it.

Now the little queer’s converted you and I’m shit out of luck.

Well, I’ll tell you something, if you think I’m going down without a fight, you’ve got another thing coming.

Wait until all your friends back home hear that you’ve been grooming my son since he was a kid.

Wait until everyone in the trailer park knows what a fucking pervert you are. ”

Dallas’ jaw hits the floor, releasing the hold he has on me, sending me falling to the floor, legs splayed out, my cock, balls, and asshole on full display to everyone in the room.

“Son of a fuck,” I growl as I shield my dick with my hands and stand up. Taking a step behind Dallas to shield my exposed body, I growl into his ear, “Rude, much?”

“I ain’t no goddamn groomer,” he says, his voice taking on a heated tone that makes me scared on Mom’s behalf. “Don’t ever say that again. You know me, Shelly. You know I didn’t look at him that way. Not until now.”

“The only thing I know is you’re a degenerate. Who’s to say you weren’t sneaking into his room when he was little just to have your way with him. Who’s to say our entire marriage wasn’t just a chance for you to fuck my son?”

I stand on my toes and glare at her over Daddy’s shoulder. “Who’s to say I won’t fly across this room in a second, if you don’t shut your mouth when you’re talking about Daddy?”

Mom looks like she’s going to be sick. “Daddy.”

“Read the room, Austin,” Daddy snarls. “Not helpful, son.”

“I’m going to tell your boss,” Mom threatens Dallas. “I’ll tell him you’ve been at it since Austin was little. I’ll burn your world to ash and bake you a damn cupcake with the ashes left behind. How do you like it, huh? How do you like those cupcakes?”

The toilet flushes and the tap turns on. I have no idea who our little mystery guest is, but consider me intrigued. The door opens and closes, and I turn to see Daddy’s boss, Bubba, walking toward us, drying his hands on his shirt.

“Not a very good plan, if I’m being honest,” Bubba says to my mother.

“I’ve known D-Bag for years, and I know he didn’t understand his feelings until recently.

We all knew, but it took him years to finally figure it out.

I’d believe you sooner if you told me pigs were flying.

” Bubba peeks behind Daddy, smiling when he sees my naked form.

“I could fuck you until you forgot your name if I wanted to,” he tells me, and I won’t even pretend it doesn’t make my cock rise like a goddamn traitor, because a gentleman loves a compliment.

He looks me up and down, then sighs. “I really wish I wanted to. Don’t feel self-conscious, buddy.

You’re a handsome motherfucker, I just ain’t feeling the spark. It’s not you. It’s me.”

Daddy must see it as an insult, because he uses his hand to pull me further behind him.

“He’s a pretty fuckin’ flower, and he still has room to grow, you bastard.

” Bubba’s eyes drift lower, causing Dallas to reach his hand in front of Bubba’s face and snap repeatedly.

“Hey, eyes up here.” He drives a finger into Bubba’s chest. “Don’t ever look at my boy’s penis again. Do you hear me?”

“I was actually checking out his ass.”

To my shock, horror, and unintentional arousal, Dallas lunges forward, launching himself at Bubba like a bodybuilder suffering from a terrifying round of roid rage.

The pair topple to the ground, and their fists fly like bullets, punching each other repeatedly.

They don’t strike each other in the face, focusing instead on the shoulders.

I’m not sure what that’s about until Bubba’s fist inadvertently grazes against Daddy’s cheek.

To my surprise, Bubba pauses the fight long enough to say, “I’m sorry, bro.

Nothing above the neck. That’s my bad. It won’t happen again. ”

“I appreciate it, man,” Dallas says, then he rears back his fist and drives it into Bubba’s upper arm. “Gotta keep my face pretty for my pretty boy.”

Bubba glances at Ezra. “Yeah. I get that.”

“You like him. I can tell.” Dallas socks Bubba in the shoulder. “Johnny’s going to be hurt if he finds out you’ve got a crush on another guy.”

Bubba punches Dallas in the chest, and it isn’t a light tap by any means.

It’s like he’s pouring a simmering rage into it.

“He left. My boy didn’t want to stay at my place no more.

He met a girl in West Clark a couple of days ago and I guess he’s trying hide his feelings by hiding from me.

Fat lot of good that does, considering there’s less than ten employees at the machine shop.

” He closes his eyes and sighs. “Maybe my ex-wife is right. Maybe I’m just downright unlovable. ”

Dallas pulls Bubba in for a hug. “I’m real sorry, man.

I know that has to hurt. You’re a good man, and you deserve—Christ!

What the fuckin’ fuck, bro?” As Dallas gives his impassioned reassurance to Bubba, I guess Bubba sees at as his opportunity to strike, because that’s what happens.

Bubba reared back his fist and struck Dallas on the shoulder again, harder than any of his other blows.

“I’ll get over him,” Bubba says. “But it’s gonna sting like a motherfucker.”

“Is this a normal form of bonding for their kind?” Ezra asks. “For the straights, I mean.”

I shrug, because I’m not really sure. “Who knows why the straights do anything they do? I’ll ask Dallas once they’ve finished this ridiculous round of wrestling.”

Dallas pauses mid swing and looks up at me. “I ain’t straight, Aussie. I’m pretty sure I'm bi.” Bubba lands a blow on Dallas’ bicep, making him wince.

Did I just erase his sexuality? Did I invalidate Daddy as a person?

Because I would never. Not on purpose. I know a lot of bisexual folks get invalidated regularly, and I don’t want to contribute to that.

Daddy’s bi, and that’s just fine. Better than fine, actually, because it means out of all the people he could have picked, he picked me.

And what an absolute fucking honor that is.

No one else gets to be Daddy's boy or girl.

Just me. Forever. I'll be the best fucking boy he could ever wish for.

I point a finger at Bubba. “I need to apologize to him. Don’t you dare hit me when I come closer.”

Bubba rolls his eyes. “Why would I hit you? You’re a good boy, unlike your Daddy.” Daddy punches his shoulder again, but Bubba gives Dallas an open-handed slap on the face. “No sneak attacks. You know the rules.”