Page 10 of The Trailer Park Twink
He nods proudly. “Earlier today. Before work.” He glances at the hallway leading to their room. “Tonight was the first time we’ve done anything in months. I love her—in our own fucked-up way—but I’m a man. I have needs. I hope this doesn’t make you think less of me.” His fingertip absentmindedly rubbing back and forth against the toy’s entrance. My cock swells even more when his finger dips into the hole, slowly fucking in and out. “You have needs too. If you ever want to use this, you’re welcome to it. I don’t mind.”
My eyes roll back in my head at the offer of a communal sex toy. My cock is going to fuck a hole Dallas has fucked endlessly, and it makes my insides feel electric.
“Daddy?” I breathe.
“Yeah?”
“Get my phone.”
He cocks a curious eyebrow at me before agreeing, leaning forward and grabbing my iPhone. He tries to hand it to me, but I shake my head. I move to stand, and his arm instinctively tries to keep me in place, but he relents after a few seconds, letting me go. I’m pretty sure he thinks we’re done here. Not on his fucking life.
When I shove down my pajama bottoms and underwear, my shirt barely covers my ass. Plopping back down on his lap, my bare cheeks are pressed right against the bulge in his underwear. I’ve got the tail of my shirt hiding my cock, but Iknow at least one of my asscheeks—and part of the crack—is making direct contact with his thigh, and it makes me feel unhinged and drunk on lust.
I slip the Fleshlight under my shirt and place it over my cock. “Here goes nothing,” I whisper, smiling nervously at him.
His eyes bulge. “You’re going to do it right here?”
I bite my lip and nod. “If that’s okay. I was actually hoping you wouldn’t mind recording it. The fans would love it.”
He growls, quickly popping the side of my ass. “No! Bad boy. You ain’t posting on that site anymore. How many times do I have to tell you?”
“But, Daddy, if I get popular enough, I can finally contribute to our household. I wanna help out. Don’t wanna be a mooch forever.”
“You’re not a mooch,” he says with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I like taking care of you. I’d rather you be broke and living off me forever than know men are objectifying you online.
“They don’t just objectify me. Some of them are really sweet. They listen to me talk about stuff that’s bothering me. A few of them send me tips when they can tell I’m down in the dumps.” Biting my lip, I pull the Fleshlight down, the inside gripping my cock so tightly it rips a moan out of me. “Oh, God. Dallas!”
His hand grips my hip even tighter. “Shh,” he shushes. “You can’t moan like that. You’ll wake her up.” I work the toy all the way down until I’m fully enveloped in a hole Dallas’ cock plunders regularly. It’s almost enough to send me over the edge, but his voice brings me back. “What do you mean ‘down in the dumps’? And what’s been bothering you? Your problems are my problems. You’re supposed to come tomeif you need support, not strangers on the internet.” He reaches down and pats his hand against my wet shirt, not stopping until he finds my hand that’s holding the toy. He lets it rest there as his eyes burn holes in me. “You come to me from here on out. If you need advice or pick-me-ups, you come find me. If someone hurts your feelings, I’ll handle it. You don’t need online perverts, you need your daddy.”
Fuck me sideways. Frontways. Any-fucking-way.
The domineering tone in his voice sends my hips rolling, seeking friction. He doesn’t move his hand, just leaves it on top of mine. I kind of want to stroke myself, bringing him along for the ride, but I resist. That might ruin the moment. So, I do what I can. I keep rocking my hips back and forth, exploratorily fucking my cock into the toy, waiting for the moment Dallas pulls his hand away. He doesn’t though, so I increase the speed of my thrusts.
“Please,” I whisper. “Dallas, I need you to record this.” I don’t give a fuck if it makes it to OnlyFans or not. I want amemento of this moment. A souvenir I can return to anytime I want to recreate this memory. “Dallas, please. I won’t ask you for anything else. Never again, I promise, just—”
A blast of light temporarily blinds me when he aims the phone at my face and turns the flash on.
“Alright. I’ll do it. I don’t like it, but I’ll do it for you.”
I chew my cheek and nod, trying to thank him, but unable to form words. Though his hand is still resting over it, I reach for the tail of my shirt and jerk the fabric up. Like God himself has given me a miracle, the shirt slides out from between the toy and his palm like in those movies where a waiter rips away a tablecloth off without spilling a single dish. I lift the shirt over my head and toss it toward my bedroom and let go of the Fleshlight.
“My hand is cramping,” I whisper. A lie, obviously, and I think he knows it, but he doesn’t call me out. “Can you hold the toy for me?” He licks his lips, nodding dazedly, his eyes locked on my pubes. Truth be told, it’s time to trim them, but something in his gaze tells me he doesn’t mind an overgrown garden. His eyes travel up, journeying the happy trail leading to my chest. When he sees my hardened nipple, a gentle grunt escapes him.
“Okay,” he breathes. “Just . . . you can start whenever.”
I slowly pull out, making inch after inch of my cock visible to him. He watches with wide eyes, fascinated by this new sideof me. He’s seen my cock twice in one day, and it must be fucking with his head, because he can’t tear his eyes away from me. I don’t even know if my dick is in the frame, and truth be told, I don’t particularly give a damn. I thrust again, going balls deep, then continuing to fuck the toy.
“Daddy?”
He blinks, breaking the hold my cock has on him before looking into my eyes. “Yeah?”
I didn’t call his name with a speech prepared, so I’m kind of at a loss over what to say now that I have his attention. I don’t have a chance to form something together, because my hair trigger goes off. Fuck. No. Not yet. Not when I’ve got his undivided attention in a way I never have before.
“I’m gonna come,” I say, the truth feeling like a sinking pit in my stomach. I’m not ready for this to be over. I don’t want to lose this moment. Slamming my eyes shut, I shake my head, trying to stop it from happening, but my treacherous hips refuse to slow down. “Daddy!”
“Look at me,” he says firmly, and when my eyes open, he’s got the most intense expression I’ve ever seen. “Come on. You can do it.”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s going to guide me to completion. My hips roll faster, and any sense of decorum flies out the window, because I writhe around like an absolute whore, reaching up and pinching my nipple. The second I applypressure, my finger slides into my entrance. “Oh my fucking God, Dallas!”
