Page 46 of The Trailer Park Twink
“Fuck. Austin, you’re so tight.” He looks up at me with a level of hunger I’ve never seen before. “I don’t think I’ll fit.”
“You can finger fuck me until I’m loose enough.” I rock my hips gently, because he’s not moving inside me and I want him to. I want to feel him twisting his finger, exploring my innermost depths to get the lay of the land. My lips are tugged between my teeth in a fruitless effort to stifle my moans, butthey’re still escaping; wild, desperate, and so fucking needy. “Dallas.”
He leans in and lends his tongue to this war on my hole, working around his finger, probably in an effort to drive me mad with pleasure. If that’s his goal, he’s definitely succeeding.
“You taste so fuckin' good,” he whispers, his breath gentle and warm against my hole. “I could live down here. Just bury my face between your cheeks and stay forever.”
“Please?” I beg, though if I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure what I’m begging for. His cock, maybe? His tongue inside me, perhaps? All I know is I need more than what he’s giving, because, while it’s definitely enough, I need him to fucking consume me, leaving no parts untouched.
He kisses a trail up the inner crevice of my ass, nibbling on the skin as he works his way up. It’s torture in its most pleasurable form. His finger slides out of me, but he quickly replaces it with his tongue, making all these slurping sounds that sound downright obscene in the secluded lagoon.
“We need something to make it easier on you. I don’t want to hurt you.” Turning, he grabs his tacklebox and lifts the lid, pilfering through its contents until he pulls out a small bottle.
“Will this work?” He lifts the bottle of . . .
“If you even think of using sunblock to lubricate your unnecessarily large penis, I'll claw your eyes out.”
He stares at the bottle. “Would it burn you?”
I shrug. I’ve never had anyone try to fuck me with a cock coated in SPF50. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to end up on some Bookstagram list of main characters who use unrealistic lube.”
“I don’t know what half of those words mean. What’s a Bookstagram?”
“Doesn’t matter. All that matters is they’ll drag us from here to kingdom come.”
He shrugs. “You always call me a king. The king wants to come, and he doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of his lube of choice.”
“My asshole, my choice,” I agree.
“Exactly.” Dallas squeezes a dollop of lotion into his palm before taking his cock in his hand and spreading it from root to tip. “If this hurts too much, you need to tell me. I don’t want to hurt you, Aussie.”
Fat chance. I’d impale myself on a parking cone if it meant sharing this with Dallas. My pain doesn’t matter, just our connection. “I’m ready.”
He leans over me and cups my cheek. “I’m going to go slow.” Our lips touch in a gentle kiss, both of us shaking with nerves.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too.” The head of his cock presses against my hole, and I have to hold my breath as I await his entry. Using one hand to support himself, he uses the other to hold his cocksteady as he pushes forward. A swing and a miss, I’m afraid, because he curses as the head slips down, missing his mark. “Fuck. Sorry. Let me try again.”
He’s trying his hardest to get it in, but he’s having a little trouble, so I bear down, hoping it allows him entry. Luckily, it works like a charm, and my asshole stretches around him. I have to swallow a gasp so he doesn’t hear it, because he’s fucking massive, and I know he’ll end this before the fun’s even began if it seems like I’m in pain. I plaster a pleasured grin on my face even though it feels like I’m being split in two.
“Oh my fucking fuck,” he growls, his body shaking so hard it’s rocking the boat. “I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?” I ask, feeling more than a little breathless.
“How good you would feel around me. Jesus, Aussie, it’s like this is what I was born for. To fuck my boy the way he needs to be fucked.” He moves lower until his lips are at my ear, whispering, “You were made for this cock, weren’t you, son?”
Fuck. I grab him by the nape and guide his lips to mine, desperate for more of him. “Yes. Made to ride you. Made to take every inch. Made to be your good boy.” He rolls his hips, slowly pulling out, then plunging back in, making me suck in a sharp breath. He pauses like he can tell he’s just gone too fast, but I shake my head, because while the thrust was unexpected, it wasn’t unwelcome. “Just like that. I can take it, I promise.”
“You’re sure?”
I bite my lip and nod, because I know I’m damning myself to the fucking to end all fuckings. Dallas and his monster cock are about to rearrange my insides, and I’m just hoping I come out of the experience in one piece.
Scratch that, because if I’m going to die one day, I can’t think of a better way to go than crumbling down to a million little pieces as Dallas leads me toward sexual nirvana.
He wraps his hand around my shaft and gives it a gentle squeeze, coaxing a drop of pre-cum from the tip. He swipes his thumb through my sticky mess and brings it to his lips, moaning when it touches his tongue. “I could live off this stuff.” To prove it, he squeezes again, collecting the offering provided by his tug and licking it from his finger.
“I’ll make you a bigger batch in a minute, but if you don’t start fucking me, I’m pretty sure I might die of understimulation.” I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze, pulling him into me whether he likes it or not. Judging by the blissed-out look in his eyes as I tug him into me, I think we’re good. When he bottoms out, it’s the most complete I’ve ever felt.
