Page 54 of The Trailer Park Twink
Bubba just scoffs and dismisses me with a casual flick of his wrist before turning back to Ezra. “What?”
“What the hell do you mean, ‘What?’ Are you dense, Bubs? I don’t want to watch my friend get fucked. Why would I want to see that?”
“I like it when you call me Bubs. It’s cute.” Bubba clears his throat and looks down at his feet. “Almost as cute as you. Besides, it ain’t like you’ve never seen it. I already know how you like to shoot fat loads while you watch him jack off on OnlyFans. You told me all about it on the trip, remember?”
Austin’s eyes bulge. “You did what?”
“Damn you. Damn you straight to hell, Bubba Jenkins.” Closing his eyes, Ezra sighs. “It’s not nearly as sordid as it sounds, Austin. I can assure you.”
“You ain’t even going to deny it?” I growl, reaching for the lamp on the end table, because I’ll cave his fuckin’ skull in if he ever jacks off to a video of Aussie again.
“Absolutely not, caveman,” Aussie says, slapping my hand away. “We’re not killing my best friend today.” With a still throbbing cock, he removes himself from my lap and walks toward his best friend, his dick jutting outward, leading him on his way like a horse-riding general during war times in the Middle Ages. The front of his briefs are soaking-fucking-wet, and it makes my heart swell with pride, because I’m the reason he’s drenched. I got him nice and wet in a way I ain’t ever got anyone wet before. Do I really do that to him? Am I really that arousing? I don’t know how it’s possible, considering Austin could have his pick of the litter. Why does he pick me? Of all the men he could’ve had, what’s so special about me?
Ezra takes a step back, raising his hands like he’s pleading for his life. “I promise, I wasn’t doing it for pleasure. I’m not sexually attracted to you.” His eyes dart to Bubba, terror spreading through them as he silently pleads for support. “Tell them. You started this. Fix it, you big oaf.”
Aussie lifts his hand to slap Ezra across the face, but he stops. He must notice something in Ezra’s gaze that calms a bit of therage storming in his heart, because he lowers his hand and takes a step back.
“What do you mean you didn’t do it for pleasure? That’s the whole point of masturbation. You just rub and tug until it feels good. That’s literally the goal.”
Ezra closes his eyes and sighs. “I miss you, Aussie,” he whispers. “You’re my best friend, and you’re supposed to be there for me, but now it’s like if something isn’t directly related to the topic of Dallas, you don’t care anymore.”
Austin blinks at him. “I don’t understand what any of that has to do with you subscribing to my profile and jacking off to my videos. Were you looking at my dick? Did you see me come?”
Ezra blushes even brighter and looks away. “I did. I just needed to feel some form of connection with you since you refuse to text back on a consistent basis. We used to spend every day together, even when you were with Tatum and the Bens. Then you moved back home and essentially ghosted me.” The more he speaks, the harsher his tone becomes, and it’s kind of pissing me off, because he ain’t got the right to talk to Aussie any kind of way he wants. “I helped you move both times. I helped you escape from that monster, Benito. I’ve championed this IRL taboo romance arc you seem to be living with your stepfather. I did it all with a smile, because you’re myfriend, and that’s what friends do. I’ve officially been the best friend ever, have I not?”
“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you can watch me come. That’s not okay, Ezzy. You took something special and ruined it. You’re my friend, and I unintentionally made you ejaculate” His mouth falls open as he takes a step back. “I made you come. Please tell me you didn't aim your erection at the phone and came on the screen. Please tell me you didn't paint my face. Jesus, Ezra. What the fuck kind of a last-minute real-life plot twist is this? Fucking ew.”
Bubba launches off the couch, and I’m right behind him, because if he even thinks of lunging at Austin, there ain’t an Almighty-enough God to keep my hands away from Bubba’s throat.
“Nope. I’m going to stop this before it even starts,” Bubba says. He points at me, then at the couch. “Sit your ass down, bro. I’m not gonna fight your boyfriend.” He’s using the same booming voice he uses when he needs to get the Core Four in line at work. He focuses on Aussie, his expression harder than I’m used to seeing it. “I think you’re getting the wrong idea here, buddy. He told me all about it. He told me how it felt like coming home after a long day and sharing a glass of wine with a girlfriend. That you were sharing something special.”
“Bubba,” Ezra whines. “Please, don’t. It’s so embarrassing.”
Bubba quickly shakes his head. “Nothing you do is embarrassing. Ever. Get that thought out of your head. You’re a precious fucking princess, and I’m not letting anyone make you feel bad for this.” He twists his neck and narrows his eyes at Aussie. He flings his arm in Ezra’s direction, pointing at the twink as he rants to my son. “You didn’t see how torn up he was on the ride here. When your mother wasn’t throwing a pity party about the injustice that is her life, Ezzy—the man you call a best friend—would stare out the window and weep for hours. You broke his heart by abandoning him, and from the sound of it, you’ve abandoned him a few times. That shit ain’t going to fly with me.”
“I do it because I miss you,” Ezra whispers. “I do it because it makes me feel like we’re still as close as we used to be before you moved back home. I mean, there’s not much closer you can get than shooting a load alongside someone. We used to hang out all day, every day, and then you just abandoned me when you moved back to the trailer park. I tried and tried to make plans, but you always flaked. So, yeah, I jacked off to your video, but it was like I was jacking offwithyou, notbecauseof you.” His jaw trembles. “It felt nice sharing those moments with you.”
I knew the guy was needy from the sheer number of texts he sends Aussie every day, but platonic masturbation still seems excessive.
Aussie closes his eyes and sighs. “Did I make you come?”
“I came alongside you a few times, but it wasn’t like I was kicked back staring at your dick. I mean, obviously, I saw it, and it’s a very pretty penis, but you’re my BFF, and I don’t see you that way.” He takes a cautious step forward and wraps his fingers around Aussie’s wrist. “Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry, okay? Please?”
Austin exhales, sounding like he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. When he opens his eyes, he’s got a determined expression on his face. “What was your username?”
“What?”
“On OnlyFans. I know every single subscriber. Well, I thought I did.” Aussie glances over at me. “I didn't realize until today that I have a newer follower named DaddyLovesAussie. That better be you.”
I nod proudly. “I busted real good to your videos, baby. Real fuckin' good.”
“Mike,” Ezra finally whispers, pulling the attention back to him like he’s a goddamn narcissist or something. “I’m MikeLikesToMasturbate39.”
“No,” Aussie gasps dramatically, his big brown eyes bulging beautifully. “My stalker? It’s you? Have you come to finally kill me?”
“Oh, for God’s sake. Not this again.” Ezra pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “As I’ve told you on several occasions, no one is stalking you.”
“Yeah, but he knew all my favorite things. During my live streams, he talks about stuff he has no way of knowing about. Asking if my mom was having a good dayRE: her addiction issues. Telling me to give it time and Daddy would finally see sense, because he already saw sense enough to follow me home when I moved back. No one knew that. Only him. How’d you know all that, huh? How’d you know that if you weren’t stalking me?”
