Page 47 of The Trailer Park Twink

The chants of “Cock” grow quieter, and it takes me a second to realize what’s got their attention.

Sitting at the very back of the room at a table on his own, there’s a face I know by heart.

Tallulah Community College star quarterback, Sebastian Sheridan.

It feels like we’re in the presence of royalty, because I’ve followed the Tallulah Tinkerbells since I was little, back when my dad and I used to go to their games.

Sebastian was their star player, and he was on the fast-track to being drafted, but then he got blackout drunk and climbed behind the wheel.

The word around town is, he’s covering for his deadbeat brother, but that’s all it is.

Talk. He’s been convicted, and now he’s serving his time.

All fifty years of it. In Pretty Boy Prison, apparently.

I didn’t even know he was queer. He had a girlfriend before his arrest, but I was married until my stepson slid his cock inside me, so who am I to make assumptions about anyone’s sexuality?

It isn’t until the thirty-something glares at the quarterback that he realizes he’s the only one not chanting.

“Cock, cock, cock,” he shouts.

Aussie looks up at me with those big blue eyes, and I’m a goner.

“I’m up for it if you are.” He rolls his hips forward, fucking his cock against me, throbbing for it.

Aussie lifts his crop top over his head and tosses it into the crowd.

He takes the tail of my shirt into his hand and pries it out from between us and over my head, throwing it fuck knows where.

Unable to stop myself, I lean in and take his nipple between my lips, sucking softly.

His nipples are two of my favorite things about him.

These baby-pink bad boys have a tendency to pebble against my tongue anytime we make a connection, and I really want to feel that again.

The way his body comes alive beneath my touch.

How it submits to me so willingly as if it knows it was made just for me.

Because it was. Lightly, I graze his nipple with my teeth and tug.

Aussie curls his fingers around his shaft and strokes it through the hotpants. “Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby. Daddy’s here.” Our lips touch, and it’s like the rest of the room fades away. The only person I see is my Aussie. My boy. The best stepson a father could ask for. “I love you. ”

His lips brush against mine, and he whispers, “I love you, too, Dallas.” He looks over at the crowd and nods. “Okay.”

They lead us back into the main room where a handful of homosexuals, bi bros, and pan pals—I mean, probably.

It ain’t like I’ve gone around doing a sexual orientation census or some shit—are mingling at the glossy pink tables scattered across the room.

The crowd formed around us disperses, rushing to the tables where they were sitting during the group performance earlier.

“You’re sure?” Aussie asks me, and all I can do is nod. He leans in and parts his lips, moaning softly into my mouth as we kiss. My hand grips his ass harder than it has any right to, but my boy don’t mind. He’s arching that fuckin’ back, practically begging for it.

The crowd’s applause pulls my attention away from Aussie.

They’re all seated at various pink tables, every eye glued to us.

Well, every eye except the warden’s and Deirdre’s.

At the help desk, she’s leaning over, essentially eye-fucking him for all she’s worth.

I’m not sure if she has a May/December kink, but she looks like she’s ready to unleash his beast and ride it from here to Houston.

Judging by the look in Aussie’s eyes as he unhooks his legs from around my waist and sinks to his knees in front of me, he looks like he’s ready to do the same.

Austin presses his face against my bulge, rubbing his cheek against the outline of my cock, purring like a happy kitten.

Fuck. The sight of him like this, lost in pleasure—because of me—feels like a sexual awakening.

Around us, fifty queer men watch with wide eyes and racing hearts, but the only eyes I see are his.

I cup his cheek. “Are you ready to give them a show, baby?”

He nods, blinking dreamily. “Yes, sir.”

I search Ezra out in the crowd. Considering he’s only a few feet away from us, it ain’t a very long search. “Little man?”

“Yes, sir?” Ezra responds as Bubba approaches from behind and wraps his arms around his waist. Ezra doesn’t even flinch, just stands there letting it happen. Good for him.

“If you record this for us, I’ll give you permission to masturbate to it whenever you want.”

Blushing furiously, he tries to put a little sass in his voice when he says, “Don’t need your permission, I’ll jack off watching whatever I want to watch.” His hands shake as he opens the camera on his phone and aims it at us. “Gonna jack off to this one a lot, I can already tell.”

“Not to Daddy,” Aussie whines, kissing the lower section of my abdomen repeatedly.

“Can’t look at him. Can’t stroke your dick while you’re looking at his.

Not as long as there’s breath in my body.

” Aussie stares up at me like the good boy he is, eyes pleading for permission, his lower lip quivering. “Please, sir. ”

“Use your words, baby.” I point out at the crowd, each of them hanging on our every word. “If this show is for them, I think you ought to ask them for permission.”

Aussie holds one hand flush against my stomach like he’s trying to melt his skin into mine, forging us together.

“Miss Sukki?” Sukki Cox leans forward in her chair, listening intently.

“I want to suck it. May I?” His little cock is throbbing and twitching in his shorts, and there’s a puddle of pre-cum seeping through the fabric.

“Y-yeah,” Sukki stutters, stumbling over her words. She’s got one hand on her tented cock, slowly stroking it through the fabric of her dress. “Go on. Suck it.”

I grab my package and give it a squeeze.

“My boy waited all his life for this cock, ain’t that right, baby?

” Aussie doesn’t respond, just whimpers as I press my package against his face, slowly thrusting against his cheek.

“Tell the boys how you waited for me.” I increase the speed of my thrusts to put on a show, and Aussie manages to pull himself out of his catatonic state long enough to answer.

He hazily looks into the crowd, grinning his goofy love-drunk grin. “I waited so long. I was such a good boy.”

“Look at you,” I whisper. “Fuckin’ feral for this cock.”

“Daddy,” he whines, even louder than before, head seesawing up and down. “Please? ”

I turn my head to the crowd and smirk, wanting to put on a show, because I think Aussie is eating up the attention. He’s never smiled so big in all his life.

“I’m pretty sure my son wants me to pull it out.

What do you think, boys?” The crowd is eyeing us with purpose, nodding frantically.

“Take it out, Austin.” His breath hitches, and he reaches in and takes me into his hand, freeing my cock from its confines.

It’s throbbing harder than it’s ever throbbed, and there’s a bead of pre-cum at the tip.

“May I?” he whispers.

“You better,” I warn, but there ain’t much warning in my tone. I just need the crowd to know who’s in charge here. Daddy. “Go on. I made it special, just for you.”

He licks his lip and stares at the pre-cum like he’s on death row and it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. “I don’t deserve it, sir.”

I place a finger under his chin and tilt his head until we’re eye to eye. “Well, Daddy says you do. Are you in charge now? Did I miss that memo?”

He shakes his head emphatically. “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to overstep.”

I nod at him. “I’m proud of you for owning up to your mistakes.

Now, lick it from the tip. If you clean me off real nice, I might even feed you some of your brothers and sisters when this is done.

” Aussie’s eyes roll back in his head as he palms his cock and moans obscenely.

I ain’t really his daddy, but that don’t mean we can’t pretend.

“Go on. Taste it. Swallow the cock that made you, baby.”

There are footsteps at my side, and when I look to my right, I spot Ezra approaching, his camera angled right at us. As Aussie swallows me down to the base, Ezzy kneels next to us, angling the phone at Aussie’s lips servicing my shaft.

“Are you recording?” I ask him, and he shakes his head.

“No. Well, I mean, kind of. I’m doing a live stream. It’ll get saved to the cloud though so we can download it later.”

“Good.” I stare directly into the phone’s camera as I guide my stepson to the rhythm that works best for me.

He’s taking me so well, not choking on me at all—not an easy feat by any means.

I’ve never had a woman swallow me whole in one fell swoop, but he’s able to do it with ease. “How many viewers?”

“Sixty-three.”