Page 38 of The Trailer Park Twink
“Is this okay? Daddy, I’ve never—I’ve never topped. I just thought I was a bottom.”
“Fu-u-uck,” is the only response he gets, because holy shit, this feels so fuckin' good. He slams inside me with a brutal thrust, and It's my fault for using my legs to pull him against me with all my strength, but fuck it, I think I like the ache. I feel like this is what I was made for. Like riding my stepson's cock is what I was born to do.
“Close,” he whispers.
"That's it. Come for me, little man."
His mouth ain’t working, but he’s slowly nodding, almost in shock as I fuck myself on him. I’m essentially using him like a damn dildo. I think it’s just as much a surprise for him as it is for me. His eyes blink a few times, and he looks up at me, his chest flushed completely red.
“I’m not wearing a condom,” he moans, but it don’t stop him from fucking me hard at a jackhammer speed. His hips are rolling right along with my legs, and we’ve got this super-powered fuck-toy situation going on. It’s slowly driving me to the brink of insanity, but his insistent voice repeats, “Dallas. We’re not using protection.”
Fuck. We haven’t even talked about safety.
“I’m negative,” I gasp out as another strike to that special spot left me feeling like I’ve just taken a sexual sledgehammer to the gut. “I get tested because of—” his mom, but I don’t want to bring her up while we’re doing this.
“Me too,” he breathes, still staring at us in disbelief. The look doesn’t last long, because his mouth falls open and he looks up at me. There it is. There’s that goofy grin I love so much. “I’m coming.” The way he says it makes it sound like he’s just surprised as I am. “Daddy, you’re gonna make me come?”
I don’t know if it’s meant as a question, but the questioning tone makes me want to reassure him, so that’s what I do. “I'll make you come whenever you need.”
That’s all it takes. Aussie’s eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a wail like I’ve never heard before. His hips roll faster, and for the first time since this started, he’s moving on his own, without any help from me. Aussie’s fucking me. He’s an active participant.
“Oh, fuck,” he whines, his voice taking on this high-pitch, feminine tone that makes me throb. The second I feel his cock swell inside me, I shoot my third load of the night, the tightness of my hole as it clenches pulling Aussie over the edge too. Holy fuck, I haven't come this much since I was a teenager. I mean, yeah, I’ve spread four or five orgasms across a single day before, but never one right after the other.
Shot after shot, his load spreads inside me, warm and fuzzy like sitting beside a fire and sipping cocoa, but this time it’s like I’m sipping the cocoa through my asshole, and the melted marshmallows on top is just his cum. Best fuckin' cup of cocoa ever.
His body topples down on me, and he’s panting and gasping for air. We’re both riding out our orgasm, my cock painting both our chests with three more jets before it finally tapers down to a drizzle. As the last of my load spreads between us, I hold him against my chest, rubbing my hands up and down his back.
“Good boy,” I praise, because he deserves to be praised forever for what he just gave me. It was the single greatest sexual experience of my life, and we weren’t even planning for it.
“Daddy,” he whimpers into my neck. He sounds needy and broken, so I hold him right against me, keeping his face buried in my neck where it belongs.
“Daddy’s right here, and he’s not going anywhere. I'm so fuckin' proud of you, baby. You fucked me so good."
He sniffles, pressing his face right against my heart, whispering, “I've wanted this so long,” like he doesn't want me to hear, but he has to get the words out. Aussie looks up at me with teary eyes. “I never want to see Mom again. I don't want you to see her either. I want you to file for divorce.”
The words are enough to pull me out of the moment, because I know as much as he means them, he's not going to like the fallout. I don't even know how us existing together without Shelly could happen. Shelly's a fighter, and she'll go down swinging. There ain't no chance of us taking the trailer, because it's in her name. A stupid decision on my part, but when we moved in, she asked me to give up my fancy new mobile home to live in her dilapidated trailer house. She told me she wanted me to sell it so we could use the money for a new place. It took half a year to sell, and another five months to put another ten-thousand bucks into the bank. To build a life. To buy a home for the three of us. She relapsed shortly after, andall those plans were shot to shit. It was the day I bought the safe, and it probably should have been the day I walked out, taking Aussie with me.
I don't know how we're going to make this work, but we have to, because the look he's giving me right now is a look I want to see for the rest of my life. I just need to make a plan. A way for this to work.
Swallowing, I say the only thing I can. “Okay."
It’s been two-fucking-days since Dallas busted multiple loads in front of me. Two days since I shoved my tongue inside his asshole like a complete and utter slut. Which, yeah. Absolutely true. My God, it was like every muscle in his hole was trying to prove how much he loves me. A silent declaration, bubble wrapped by the hair in his crack.
I know Daddy, and I know he’s working through this. He just gets lost in his head sometimes. It’s not something I fault him for. Two days ago, when I woke up in his arms, he warned me he might be a little distant. He told me he was still trying to figure out what happens next, and his mind was racing a mile aminute. I don't ever want to take more than I give with Dallas, so I did what a good son does. I took a step back. I got lost in my phone as the twisting highway stole Daddy's focus. And I was okay with that. I'm happy enough to simply exist in a space with Dallas without words, but then he asked if I wanted to drive.
This truck is his baby, and the only other time he’s let me drive her was just after I turned nineteen. Mom refused to let me take Drivers’ Ed in school, and then after I graduated, she wouldn't take me to driving classes, telling me I was a big boy, perfectly capable of walking ten miles to the Department of Public Safety. Hard pass. I'm a pillow princess. Pillow princesses aren't pedestrians. That's just silly.
When Dallas entered the picture, I told him how much I wanted it, and he swore to help me without missing a beat. He knew it would make me feel more like a man, and he wanted to guide me through it. Like a father. For three months, he taught me to drive by playing Mario Kart for five hours a night, every single night. Even the nights when he had to pull a double at the machine shop. Then, when he finally thought I was ready for the real thing, he handed me the keys to his truck and hopped into the passenger-side seat, leaving me alone to guide the wheel of his jacked-up-to-Jesus pickup truck.
Two minutes later, I drove into a light post.
Mistakes were made. Apologies were not, because it was his silly idea in the first place. I mean, the truck is essentially a tank, and I’m just a thimble of a man who can barely see over the steering wheel. After that, he went out and bought me my own car. It was used, but it was something that was mine. Something he got special, just for me.
It feels like we've been driving forever. Once I finally got behind the wheel, he fussed over my every move, being a real fucking jerk, if I'm being completely truthful, but that's okay. Daddy's sexy when he looks like he's in genuine fear for his life, because apparently I drive like someone from some goddamn racing movie franchise he watched once and won't shut up about. Mother of Fuck, Dallas ranted the whole damn hour, right up to when we got stuck behind the freeway flasher.
Allow me to paint the picture: Little old me sitting behind a steering wheel that rests halfway up my face. Ideal? No, but this tantalizing twink can roll with the punches. I was driving down the interstate, singing along to a familiar song I don't know the words to, belting out, "Hello, Daddy, my old friend. Nice to fuck you in the ass again," at the top of my lungs, trying to make him giggle to stop him from fussing about my driving skills. I wouldn't say we were having the time of our lives, but I pulled him out of his foggy headspace, guiding him back to me, even if only for a moment.
Unfortunately, the moment didn't last long, because there was an fucking pervert in the car ahead of us, and they seemed dead set on spoiling our trip. We were following an adorable pink Cadillac driving right down the center stripe, blocking both lanes. I was furious. Fucking fuming. Because of Dallas’ need to project pure, virile masculinity at all times, his truck is a gargantuan, so I couldn’t squeeze to the side and pass her. Eventually, she came to a complete stop, and that’s when I flipped her off. She didn’t even see it, but Dallas pulled me over his knee anyway, giving me a quick pop to the butt before forcing me to walk alongside him to check on the woman, because he said she could be having a medical emergency.
