Page 45 of The Trailer Park Twink
I snap my mouth shut, because he has a point. It doesn’t make it any less upsetting though. All I want—all I ever want—is to spend time with him. To be at his side where I belong. Now, things are awkward, and it’s all my fault. So, I sithere. I sit and stew and think of all the promises Dallas has ever promised me. That he’d love me unconditionally, no matter what. That I’m the most important person in his world. How he was so lonely before we met, and now he never has to be lonely again. He’s said all of that more times than I can count. I’m not letting him ruin this.
Around the forty-five minute mark, I’ve absolutely had it. “Would you just say it already?”
He looks up at me with narrowed eyes and shooshes me. Fucking shooshes me!
“I already told you,” he whispers. “You have to be quiet. You’ll scare the fish away.”
He adjusts his hat, smooshing it down lower like he's trying to hide inside it. “Oh, for God’s sake. As if you can’t simply buy fish at the store like a normal person. I don’t care about the goddamn fish, I care about you. You haven’t talked to me all morning. You won’t look at me for longer than a few seconds. Do you hate me now? Because that’s what it feels like. Like you’re sick of me and you’re just waiting for me run to off so you don’t have to deal with me anymore.”
“Don’t ever say that again,” he says firmly. “I don’t care if you’re joking or not—”
“I’m not,” I clarify. “Nothing about this isfunny,”
“Well it's just about the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Of course I don’t want you to leave. You’re home. This is home now. You said so yourself.”
“Yeah,” I say with a scowl, lifting my tank top over my head and flinging it into the water so he can’t tell me to put it back on. Fuck it. I'm going rogue. I'll win this war by any means necessary. “Well, that was before you started giving me the silent treatment for no reason.” I stand without falling—thank God, because that would be tragic—and slide my trunks down, tossing them over my shoulder like I did with my shirt. I regret it instantly, because those were my favorite, but this is Dallas. Sacrifices must be made. If I thought the sight of my nude state might shut him up and get him back on the SS Incest, I’ve clearly been mistaken, because he looks more annoyed than he did a second ago. Too fucking bad.
“No reason?” he scoffs, laughing bitterly. “The fact that you don’t even know what the reason is is troubling in and of itself. And sit your ass down, dammit. You could fall.”
I roll my eyes. “You’d save me. This is because I watched you masturbate, isn’t it?” I ask, forming a fist around my cock. Slowly, I stroke myself, watching for any sign that my plan is working. “I know what I did was wrong, but I’m not apologizing for it. I regret nothing. If you’re that mad about my seeing you jack off when you weren’t looking, then fuck it, fine. Tit for tat.” I stare down at my cock. “Look how hard it is for you.It stays hard for you, Daddy. It always has. I can’t lie to you and say I regret anything that led to us finding each other, because I don’t. I regret nothing when it comes to you and me, and if this is your way of breaking up with me, you need to know that I’m not going to let you. You don’t get to end this. Ever. Mine, Daddy.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Austin,” he whispers, his voice shaking. “Baby, I’m not—”
I quickly shake my head, silencing him. “This is yours now. It always has been, but now it’s official.” Releasing the hold I’ve got on myself, I take him by the hand and guide him to me. His fingers wrap around me like it’s second nature, and I can’t stop the whimper from crawling out of my throat. “Please don’t shut me out, Dallas. Okay? I’ll be good for you, just don’t go quiet on me like this. Come back to me. Please? I know I crossed a line, but I did it because I’m fucking feral for you.”
His thumb brushes gently against my shaft, back and forth on an endless loop. “You could have hurt yourself.” If he’s still talking about me standing up in the boat, I’ll sit my happy ass down just to stand back up again so I can annoy him. He’s derailing the conversation with insignificant arguments and it feels like a stall tactic.
“If I fell overboard, you’d just pull me back in.” I cock an eyebrow at him. “Well, I would hope you would, at least. Iknow you’re mad at me and everything, but angry or not, I would certainly fucking hope you wouldn’t just let me drown.”
He groans like it’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. “Not here. I’m talking about back home. The tree behind my bedroom has been rotten since before I moved in. It’s a wonder the branch didn’t buckle when you climbed it.” He tightens the grip he’s got on my cock. It’s not painful, but I can definitely tell he’s there. “Don’t climb another tree without asking me first. Do you fuckin’ hear me, boy? I ain’t going to let you kill yourself by trying to sneak a peek at my penis. From here on out, if you wanna see it, just ask. If I see you sitting on a tree limb, I’ll pull you down and break the branch off just so I can tan your hide with it.” His grip tightens even more, causing a bead of pre-cum to pearl at the tip. “Never again. Swear it.”
“I swear,” I whine, thrusting into his fist. “Daddy, I promise. No more trees. Just—”
“Swear it again,” he interrupts. I close my eyes to try and steady my racing heart, because realizing Daddy isn’t mad at me for stalking him when I was little feels like a weight being lifted off my chest.
“Wait,” I breathe, trying to see through the rose-tinted haze I seem to be lost in. “You aren’t mad at me for spying on you? You’re pissed because I climbed a tree?”
“You could have killed yourself,” he says in a stern voice he’s never taken with me before. “How the fuck do you think that would make me feel? To walk outside and find your lifeless body in my backyard. Did you ever stop to think about that?”
I blink at him. “What are you talking about right now? It’s not even a big tree. I was hardly going to break my neck by slipping.”
“You don’t know that! One poorly placed blow to the head is all it takes to kill a man, and I’ll be good-god-damned if you think I let you try your odds at it again. No more tree climbing. Promise me.”
I roll my eyes, because this is the stupidest argument I’ve ever had. For fuck’s sake, he’s just found out I used to watch him masturbate, and he’s upset because of a six-foot drop? Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.
“Okay. I promise.”
He gives an acknowledging nod before moving to his knees. Once he’s between my legs, I half expect him to take me into his mouth. He doesn’t though. Instead, he lifts my legs and places them on his shoulders. With a gentle tug, he pulls me forward, spreading my cheeks apart. His eyes are stuck on my hole, and he’s staring at it like it’s prime-fucking-beef. I mean, maybe it is. If he’s staring this hungrily at it, it has to be, right?
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, dragging his finger across my pucker. “You’re so tight for me.”
“Just for you,” I agree, nodding as my cock twitches in his hand. Slowly, he strokes me, but his eyes are still locked on their prize. He leans closer and gives my entrance an exploratory lick, making my entire body shake. “Dallas!”
His tongue connects again and all other thoughts fade from my focus, because I’m too busy focusing on how good his tongue feels against me. He licks and licks, tracing circles around the hole. His hand moves from my cock, and I open my mouth to object, only stopping when I feel pressure. Jesus. He’s going to finger me. Fuck yes to that!
Dallas moves at a glacial speed, and I’m writhing around, desperate for more of him. Needing him to fill me up. Dallas has yet to fuck me, but I want him to. I want him to fuck me through the floor of this canoe, because if we were to drown in this lake, I would die the happiest man alive, riding Daddy’s cock right up to the end.
I’m unable to stop the loud, guttural moan from escaping when his finger slips inside. “Holy fucking shit!”
