Page 34 of The Trailer Park Twink
He quickly shakes his head. “It’s not about you and me.” Turning, he forces a smile I’m not sure is genuine, but then he leans in and gives me a quick peck on the lips, making it feel like my entire body is tingling. “Let’s go make a movie.”
I swallow. “Let’s go make a movie.”
For a place boasting about comfort, this inn ain’t all that comfortable. The floors are stained red with what I can only hope is Hawaiian Punch, there are holes in the wall throughout the room, and the bathroom is nastier than Shelly’s. The place doesn’t look like it’s seen a deep clean in decades. As long as they changed the sheets, I can cope.
I give Aussie an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, baby. I know you picked this place, but I should have done my due diligence and read the reviews before booking the room.”
Aussie forces a smile, and instead of complaining, he gets to work, setting up his laptop to record the session. “It’s okay. Umm, did you want to get undressed now or after we start recording?”
“No time like the present,” I say, even though every muscle in my body is screaming for me to close the laptop lid and expressly forbid my boy from signing back onto that goddamn site. Instead, nervously, I shuck off my shoes and shove my pants down. Once that’s done, I lift my shirt over my head and set it on the table in the corner of the room.
“Dallas,” he whispers, and it’s almost a plea. I turn to him, and he seems blinded by the sight of me. No one should ever look at someone the way he’s looking at me right now. There’s too much power in it.
“Yeah?” I ask, feeling a little breathless myself.
“You’re beautiful.” He takes a cautious step forward, moving slow like he’s worried he’ll scare me off. Never. We can go at whatever speed he needs. I might not understand all of it, but I understand my feelings for Aussie go deeper than anyone before him. It’s like he was made special, just for me. His hand palms his cock, but I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it, because he’s got this stupid, beautiful, fuckin’ ridiculous love-sick look on his face. It’s goofy and gentle and everything I love about my boy. “I really want to kiss you.” As soon as the words are out, he startles, pulling himself out of the clouds, but I liked him when he was in them. I want more of that goofy grin. “Sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”
“Aussie?”
“Yeah?”
I extend a trembling hand for him to take, pulling him toward me. I don’t stop until we’re chest to chest. Our faces are inches apart, him looking up, me looking down to match his gaze. I’ve got a solid foot on him, and I guess I didn’t really think about the logistics here, but I’m not going to let an awkward angle keep me from giving him this. This one thing,when he rarely asks me for anything. And it’s such a small thing, really. Just two sets of parted lips pressing against each other. But that ain’t all he wants. I’m not a stupid man. I might not be the smartest or have the sharpest tongue, but I know my Aussie loves me. It ain’t the same kind of love I always thought it was, but it’s clear as day by the way he’s looking at me.
I think it might be for me too.
“If you want to kiss me,” I breathe, pulling him closer. “Kiss me.” I reach to remove my cowboy hat, but Aussie guides my hand away.
“Leave it on just a little longer. For me. Please?” His breath is warm against my face, making me feel all tingly and giddy inside. “Just for a little while longer.”
I give my boy a nod, and then I continue forward. His jaw trembles, and I lean in. My eyes are closed, but they shoot open the moment we connect, because . . . yes. Yes! It ain’t weird or awkward, and it don’t make me feel gross like I thought it might. It’s just an extension of the love I feel for him. His hand touches my cheek, and he’s whimpering into my mouth, deepening the kiss as he stands on his toes. His fingers weave through my hair like he’s trying to pull me closer. If he wants to be close, he’s got it.
I lift him by his thighs, and like the good boy he is, Aussie wraps his legs around my waist, trusting me to hold him up, because he knows I’ll never let him fall. I squeeze his ass becauseit’s right there and it feels good in the moment. I’ve been staring at it for days, trying to get used to these new feelings. Through all the confusion, that ass was like a lighthouse, leading me out of the closet and into his rainbow-colored light.
My fingers dip deeper into his crack, and there it is. His entrance. My boy’s beautiful hole, right against my middle finger. I slowly slide my finger up and down, rubbing against it until he’s moaning into my mouth.
“Dallas,” he whines, his hard cock pressed firm against my abdomen. “You’ve got to stop. Baby, you’re going to make me come.”
I let my hand fall away from his ass, because he’s right. I want more than a quick grind to completion. I want to show him what I have on offer. I want him to feel proud to call me his. I want everyone on that fuckin’ site to know who Austin Snowden belongs to. Who he’s always belonged to.
“Start the camera,” I say, panting into his face. He doesn’t do that, though, because I don’t give him a chance to. I just dive back in, shoving my tongue into his mouth this time. “Fuck.” His tongue tangles with mine, and he’s moving it frantically like he’s trying to memorize me by heart. Well, by tongue, I guess. It takes me an embarrassingly long ten seconds to realize he’s not the frantic one. It’s me. I’m basically assaulting his mouth with my tongue, pummeling against it like this is what I was made for. I walk backward until I’m leaned against thewall. Aussie’s hips are rolling, and he’s leaking onto my side, getting me sticky. Good. Wanna wear his pre-cum like fuckin’ cologne. The best cologne. Better than Axe body spray. Better than Cool Water. Better than than those bottles of Burberry they sell down at the department store, even. Better than anyone. Eat shit and die, Kenneth Cole.
“Fuck, yeah,” I mumble into his mouth, and that seems to be enough to ground him. He ends the kiss with a gentle peck on the tip of my nose. “You’re a real good kisser, Aussie.”
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he whispers, and if the aftershocks of his kiss ain’t enough to do me in, his quiet, appreciative voice will damn-sure do the trick. He’s got his eyes closed, and there’s this beautiful, awestruck smile on his face, like he’s just been given everything he’s ever wanted all at once. Maybe he has.
Almost.
“You want to watch me suck myself?”
His cock twitches against me, and he’s got this glazed look in his eyes when they open. “Daddy.”
“Yeah, baby. Daddy’s gonna give you a show. Go turn on the camera.”
Lowering himself to the ground, he stumbles across the room like he’s waking from a dream, and the laptop chimes when Aussie starts recording. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, patting the empty space beside him. All I’m wearingis a pair of blue boxer-briefs and a smile aimed at him and him alone. The courage he had a second ago seems to be fading, and I don’t want him to be nervous with me. I want this to be fun for him. The way he’s sneaking peeks like he’s scared I’ll run away is ridiculous, considering I just had my tongue in his mouth, but I don’t like to see him so worried, so I know I have to do something. “Baby, if you want to look, you can look. I ain’t gonna bite.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I want this.” I put my hand on top of his and squeeze. “And I want you to look at me. I like when your eyes are on me.”
