Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction and implies nothing about the true sexuality / personal lives of the Home and Away actors featured in it. Their respective characters are property of the Seven Network, Australia.
There's nothing wrong with having hot, random sex; and lots of it. VJ had been taking a different dick every day, every which way, like a servant taking orders from a demanding boss. But he'd come to realise his serial sex was for all the wrong reasons, admitting he had an unhealthy addiction. After opening up to Hunter, Hunter confessed he'd been doing the same to cure the continual heartbreak VJ unintentionally seemed to cause him despite their feelings. Beginning to get their lives back on track and mend their shattered relationship, they agreed to support each other and attend a sex addicts anonymous meeting...
VJ and Hunter were slightly uncomfortable as they entered the small gathering, not knowing what to expect. As they scanned the room they spotted some familiar faces. One was that of Constable Neal Stevenson: the dark haired cop often seen in the background completing paper work at the station or making the occasional arrest, but whom no-one knew much about [*This is him: http://www.couriermail.com.au/news/queensland/home--away-star-michele-mattiuzzi-draws-on-australian-federal-police-training-for-role/news-story/8a131e3c47afad359bd25f3688f3ea34]
Another was Dr Nate.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" VJ asked him curiously.
"I'm the convenor. Is that going to be a problem?"
The guys responded no. They trusted Nate, even though they hadn't previously spoken to him in a professional capacity. Nate licked his lips in anticipation. Although he held a position of responsibility, he was only human; the hotness of some of the guys who attended not going unnoticed. He loved his voluntary, spare time role; getting to listen to guys describe every dirty detail of their sexcapades. Some of the recounts were illicitly inspiring. And if he was lucky, meetings turned into new encounters. His success rate of actually helping guys the way he was meant to was almost non-existent, but his meetings were the only ones available for the entire Northern Districts region. They were also one of the best kept secrets, helping them remain intimate affairs.
Then something caught Hunter's eye. As he turned his head, he noticed Drew Panton suddenly enter the room.
"What the hell's he doing here?!" Hunter burst.
"It's part of his bail conditions." Neal replied, having overheard.
"Bail?" VJ asked curiously.
"I got busted for breaking into houses and fucking guys in their sleep." Drew said as he approached them and invited himself to the conversation.
"No surprise there." Hunter said sarcastically, narrowing his eyes as he fired daggers at his enemy. "So how many other boyfriends did you steal?"
"I'm sensing some tension here..." Nate said, trying to diffuse the situation from escalating. He'd heard rumours about what went down but neither of his friends had confided in him.
"No shit Sherlock." Hunter replied, rolling his eyes.
Nate brushed off Hunter's rudeness and offered him one piece of sage advice: "The only way to solve your problems is to face them head on."
Hunter simply screwed his face. Nate excused himself to commence the meeting...
The meeting was proving to be unproductive; everyone perving on each other and fidgeting in anxiety - all they wanted to do was re-enact the stories so far and get off.
"OK. Stop. This is getting us nowhere." Nate said, halting the meeting. "Now get your cocks out boys. We're going to release all our inner tensions, calm ourselves down, THEN proceed." Nate continued, unzipping his pants as he led the way...
"Mmmmmm, no wonder Lindsay wanted that thing stalking her pussy." Drew said; his eyes zeroing in on Hunter's thick, 9" pole. Hunter was sure Drew was only trying to rile him up, but Drew was serious about getting some of that sausage in him.
"And no wonder you couldn't resist my boyfriend." Hunter responded, jerking VJ's cock as he shoved his tongue down his throat for show. As Hunter watched for Drew's reaction out the corner of his eye, he observed the huge pole that VJ had dumped him for. It was the first time he'd seen it; being it was shoved so far up VJ's ass the last time they were in a room together...
Then Hunter remembered Nate's earlier advice. It was time to face Drew head on...fuck him head on...slam the shit out of him to teach him the lesson he should have months ago. Even if it didn't magically banish his demons, it was still worth a try.
Hunter grabbed Drew by the scruff of the neck and dragged him over to an old desk in the corner of the room and threw him across it as VJ helped strip him naked. Fuelled by hatred and anger, Hunter wrapped his hands around Drew's neck - firmly but not hard enough to actually strangle him (despite the temptation); steadying himself as he thrusted his throbbing tool between Drew's positioned legs and into his hot hole. At the same time, VJ forcefully veered his viper down Drew's tongue tarmac...
Meanwhile...
Nate loved to show off his amazing body, and rightfully so. Smiling cheekily at the rest of the guys, he removed his shirt. His abs were so hard everyone's eyeballs felt like they'd hit a brick wall just looking at them.
"That's it guys, keep going...jerk it all out..." Nate directed as he resumed masturbating his meat. His erection was so tight he could almost push the length of it out another half inch, giving him 9.5" to play with...
But as scaldingly captivating as Nate was, the guys became distracted by Hunter and VJ's serving, or rather, slamming, of justice. Wanting in on the action, they descended upon the torrid threeway like a horny army ready to quench their lust. This was the wrong place for the teens to sort out their issues just between themselves.
The guys swaggered over like a bunch of frisky frat brothers; hands tangling as they rubbed Nate's superhuman muscles...groped his ass...and tugged his tool as they followed their studly leader. Nate managed to sneak a quick wank of Neal's brutish baton; picking him as his favourite. But first, hot teenage dreams had to be lived.
The desk dwellers were so wrapped up in themselves that they hadn't noticed the cavalry of hard cocks coming at them. Not out of arrogance, but focus as Hunter especially flogged Drew. His entire body was one sexy spaz attack; shaking wildly to the point he almost passed out. But he held in there; his and VJ's hands gripping strongly in sportsmanship...and a show of possessiveness; as fucking towards a common goal stirred up old feelings they thought had been lost forever. They'd never been prouder of each other as they bashed up Drew's insides.
"Go boys!"
"Yeah...spit roast the prick! Woot!"
Some of the guys cheered them on.
Motivated, VJ and Hunter continued to eye each other in countenance as they pushed harder. Their bodies, from the head down, were so soaked with sweat their hair product was beyond melted; Hunter's flattened hair making him look cute while VJ resembled a crazed Tarzan - his long hair almost covering his face and swishing sexily as he thrust.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Hunter moaned even louder as Nate began fucking him from behind.
At the same time, VJ felt his ass being plugged by a raging rod. His and Hunter's hands slipped apart as Hunter fell back against Nate's strong, supportive chest. Nate's hands, although feeling amazing on his chest, did little to soothe his pounding heart as held the hot potato who's ass he was mashing. As this was going on, Neal stood on the desk, pointing his big bulbous-headed bazooka at VJ's mouth level. VJ's lips latched onto the bait, swallowing the incoming shlong like the slutty stud that he was. Another of the guys liked Neal's style, taking the same approach with Hunter's mouth...
After vicious cascades of cum flowed at all points of cock contact, Hunter pushed Drew off the desk and replaced him with Nate like a rolling production line. A hunky blonde sandwich was formed: Nate the filling and Hunter and VJ the bread as their cocks stuffed him from both ends like a Thanksgiving turkey. Neal's cock became the new one in Hunter's ass as one of the other guys forcefully inserted himself into VJ's pipe.
As the rest of the guys continued to become intimately acquainted, Drew stayed on the floor as he recovered. He wasn't game to even look at Hunter and VJ, let alone plant his penis in one of the other guys, afraid the former would literally finish him off after he'd almost suffered death by dick...
The meeting ended with hot farewell kissing between the guys as they departed. VJ and Hunter hadn't expected their teaming up against Drew to be so therapeutic, but feeling normal again, they left together, unsure which one of their beds they'd be sharing that night, just that they were going to be together...somewhere...anywhere...
COMMING SOON: A former, previously unwritten about, Summer Bay teen returns...