Page 41 of The Trailer Park Twink

I look up in time to see Bubba and Ezra sharing a look, rolling their eyes at us. Yeah, well, maybe we’re a little dramatic for no goddamn reason, but at least we’re not jacking off for our friends to see.

“Can you all shut the fuck up? I need to focus.” As the room falls silent, we watch the normally reserved twink slowly come undone under his own touch.

His back arches, and after Aussie mentions Ezra in the video, telling a story about their last performance and how an old lady at the nursing home called him an argumentative little queer, Ezra whimpers, a smile forming in the corner of his mouth.

“I put Ex-Lax in her coffee when she wasn’t looking, Aussie.” He whimpers, his hand gliding faster. “Did it for you. Did it to get her back.” He whines, thrusting into his fist at an alarming speed. “She died six months later in a car crash. You’re welcome.”

“You killed for me?” Aussie stupidly asks with an awestruck smile .

“Ah, hell,” I mutter, not even bothering to argue. If that’s what he wants to think; fuck it.

On the phone, Aussie pauses his masturbation routine and sighs.

“I haven’t been the best friend lately. I know he’s going through stuff too, and I can feel the cracks forming between us.

I don’t want there to be any cracks though.

He’s probably gonna get sick of me and stop being my friend one day. I think that would break my heart.”

Ezra jerks his head in my stepson’s direction. “Austin?”

“Yeah?” Aussie asks, his voice a little shaky.

“Never,” he insists, his hand working faster.

True to his word, there’s nothing erotic about the moment.

It’s a strange situation, sure, but there’s zero sexual tension.

“Best friends forever. I swear.” He turns his attention back to the screen, watching his best friend masturbate.

He’s got this overwhelming peaceful smile on his face, and it only grows wider when Aussie jokes to his viewers about the time I caught the pair of them playing Supermodel at one of their sleepovers a few months before Aussie moved in with his ex-boyfriends.

He’s smiling and nodding at the recording like he’s staring right at his friend when he blurts, “And then you pantsed Dallas and we got to see his butt.”

Ezra’s orgasm takes him by surprise, his eyes bulging as the first shot fires, looking just as shocked as I’m feeling.

There’s no big buildup or anything, just Ezra suddenly moaning, “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” as a semen tsunami floods his chest. After the first three shots, he looks at Aussie, still stroking, still shooting.

“See?” His voice is husky and a little jittery around the edges, sounding like a sparking powerline.

“Not sexual.” He continues stroking himself even as his cock goes soft, but his eyes never leave Austin’s. “Are you still mad?”

Aussie shakes his head. “No? I mean, I don’t think I am. Confused, definitely, but not mad.”

“Do you want to stop being my friend?” The level of fear in his voice undeniable, but he’s pushing past that fear. It’s commendable. “Because I don’t want that.”

“I don’t want it, either.” Aussie takes a seat by his friend and rests his head on Ezra’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’re Mike. I always thought he was going to show up at the house with an engagement ring and a shotgun, stealing me away from the only life I’ve ever known and locking me in his basement.

He was always just so inherently creepy. How’d you pull that off?”

“As I’ve already said, we never even spoke outside the group chat, and even then it was minimal.”

Aussie shrugs. “It was the vibe. Always in the shadows. Always lurking. Always watching me bust fat loads, apparently. You can’t keep going to OnlyFans, Ezzy.

I know you enjoy it, but I can’t let it continue this way.

” Ezra sniffles and opens his mouth to try to argue in his defense, but Aussie lifts his hand, asking for a moment.

“I’ll send all my new videos to you, but I can’t let you be a subscriber.

What would everyone say if they found out?

That you’re an internet predator? You’d be cancelled within seconds, and all because I was a jerk who didn’t take time to nurture his friendships.

I let you down, Ezzy, but I’m not ever going to let you down again.

If you need a video of me naked and spread-eagle to remind you that you’re always going to be my best friend, you bet your ass I’m going to send it to you.

And you can use it whenever you need, okay?

Don’t feel bad about it.” He leans in and pecks Ezra on the forehead. “Best friend ever.”

With teary eyes and a cummy chest, Ezra looks away, dabbing at his eyes.

When he turns to Bubba, he fixes a scowl on his face and points at the pooling semen.

“If you think I’m cleaning myself like some common tramp after granting you the privilege of seeing me shoot, you’ve got another think coming.

Clean it up.” He tugs his lip between his teeth, trying to stop a smile, but it ain’t working. “Sir.”

“My pleasure, little man.”

As Bubba licks a stripe through Ezra’s cooling load, the twink looks like he’s going to have a heart attack. “Not with your tongue. With a washcloth, you absolute madman! Jesus Christ. I didn’t give you permission to eat it, you freakishly large bumpkin.”

Austin cranes his neck to look at me. “Our friends are even worse than us. ”

I snort a laugh, because, yeah. They really are. “I think we're stuck with them.”

He gives me a big, beautiful smile. “Good.”