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.
Between VJ and Hunter, there was history with all the Morgan brothers: VJ with Mason and Justin; Hunter with Brody. That didn't stop them sharing a sweet breakfast in the Morgans' family restaurant, Salt. Following the clink of mimosa's, their hands met in the centre of the table as they looked at each other adoringly.
Fuck you get hotter every day. Hunter thought to himself. And he'd known VJ a lot of days. But just when it seemed nothing could tear his attention away from his hot hunk of a husband, it did.
Hunter's eyes shifted sideways as Mason's curls flashed past as he headed to the bar to sweet talk a morning freebie out of one of the waitresses. The same curls that, along with his bulging muscles, had seen some of the local boys brand him a hot sheep/poodle/human hybrid. Hunter had seen Mason a million times, so was puzzled as to why his fuzziest memory was suddenly becoming clear...
"You too?" VJ said, basically reading his husband's mind. But Hunter remained silent, the answer not yet certain as his mind filled with flashes of Mason in his bed...on top of him...
As VJ let Hunter process his thoughts, he recalled his own experience of Mason taking advantage of him...
Before Hunter, VJ had prepared to marry Billie for the sake of the baby he believed to be his, until the truth finally set him free to find his true love. The paternity scandal hadn't turned him gay; he'd long been into other guys so what happened on his buck's night wasn't that bad. Actually it wasn't bad at all. It was classic VJ...if only he weren't too drunk to properly enjoy it...
It all began with Ash taking VJ to Salt for a few quiet beers. Before long, the bay's newest bromance (and friendship with benefits), Mason and Matt, invited themselves along to spice up the uneventful night. Beers turned into shots, and before long, VJ was stumbling around the beach as the guys laughed at him, unable to handle his booze as well as they could.
"Any more and he'll marry the wrong Ashford!" Mason joked as Ash playfully slapped him. If only Mason knew Ash and VJ had already fooled around last year...
Then they suddenly noticed VJ was gone.
"I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!" They heard VJ yell as they saw him standing on a surfboard laying on top of the lifesaver buggy. Before they could stop him, VJ dived headfirst into the sand and passed out. But before the pranksters took him the hospital and plastered up his `broken' arms for shits and giggles, they decided to have some other fun with him first.
With VJ going nowhere, the boys primed him for their use as they stripped him naked.
"You do the honours, brother-in-law". Mason said as he and Matt watched Ash barge into VJ's tight tunnel. Mason followed with a second powerful pounding, before Matt finished with another dominant drilling; all 3 triple-treating VJ's face and body to a sticky spunk shower. Between the thumping hangover VJ would have, and now a sore ass too, were the guys trying to prevent the wedding to keep VJ for themselves? It didn't matter, as Billie ended up a runway bride anyway...
Back in the present, Hunter began filling in the gaps and piecing together his night in question. VJ had been away in the city attending a job interview while Hunter, feeling too sorry for himself that he'd failed year 12 to join him, got drunk with the caravan park schoolies instead. Hunter was so off his face that Matt and Evie, who were running a safety zone marquee for the influx of celebrating graduates, had to help him to a van and put him to bed. He remembered wanting to throw up and begging for a bucket, but Matt was too busy having a straight moment as he and Evie decided to pash then and there...
Mason, who was keen to rekindle the sexual side of his friendship with Evie despite panting after Olivia, had witnessed the scene, aware of Hunter's state and his alone status. The side effect of his witness protection ordeal was sexual fluidness. Having to get off whenever he could, however he could, he'd grown to fuck anything on legs; girls, boys and anyone in between.
Mason almost salivated at the gorgeous sight of Hunter curled up in a ball, looking too cute as he snoozed like a baby. He almost didn't want to disrupt the image, but other parts of his body were in greater need than his eyes.
He gently rolled Hunter onto his back before attempting to pull off his tank top. But when Hunter's tangled arms proved too much of a struggle, Mason simply ripped it off him instead. He visually and orally admired his hot body as he groped Hunter's package like he was kneading dough. But as Hunter's erection made that dough stiff and unworkable, Mason pulled down his shorts before taking the throbbing 9" meat into his mouth; sucking him in his sleep.
Hunter barely stirred; the only sign of life the gallon of white gravy that surged from his stimulated cock. Desperate for more, Mason attempted to extract another load, this time with his ass as he roughly rode Hunter like a bull at the rodeo. And why not fuck him too? He was there for the taking, and Mason had already helped himself to plenty. The last trace of foreign cum in his ass had well and truly dried up by the time Hunter finally awoke; his pulled down shorts and ripped apart top the only tell-tale signs of a mystery guest...
"Should we let him get away with it?" Hunter asked VJ. VJ knew he'd been right.
"No way." VJ grinned as he and Hunter kissed.
Hunter picked the lock of the Morgans' back door as they broke in and crept past a disinterested Buddy. Some guard dog.
After poking their heads into a few rooms they located Mason, asleep at his desk; his head slumped inside a medical textbook.
"Guys?! What the?! Come on!" Mason screamed in unexpected surprise as he jolted awake at his body being dragged to his bed. But VJ and Hunter proceeded to strip him before simultaneously slamming their steely shlongs into him; dually dicking his ass.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK..." Mason yelled, having never been fucked so generously; his opening stretched so wide he thought he'd split up the middle.
"That's what you get for exploiting us, you sly dog." Hunter informed him as he and VJ unmercifully thrashed their tools through Mason.
Damn. Mason thought, thinking he'd gotten away with using Hunter. As for VJ, he wasn't the only one that night. Why was he bearing the brunt of his `anger'? He reconciled it as a new(ish) boy in town initiation. Or just plain irresistible. He'd been merely curious; not keen to halt the hammering. It was a little bit of a shock to the system, but too hot to stop.
"Hope you like facials." Hunter laughed as he pulled out and basted Mason's face with his blasting boy cream. VJ continued a little while longer before matching the milk on Mason's face with his own eruption.
"Next time, call us first." VJ said, his insistence on giving permission to be penetrated part of the sex game they were playing - kind of like how he and Hunter used to `rape' each other in hatred as their schemes against other got more elaborate. He and Hunter then dressed and left the way they came, not noticing Brody and Justin lurking in the hallway's shadows...
"I think THEY need to be taught a lesson." Justin grunted as Brody nodded in agreement; hot `revenge' on both their minds. Nobody broke into their house and abused their baby brother like that...