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.
I always love the flashbacks in soaps. When I started this story I said it would refer to events that happened in my other stories, tying them all together. I think this chapter does so more than the others so far, so I will be including annotations on the specific stories/chapters to read if you want to know more about the events that did actually happen sometime, somewhere in my universe...
Health Braxton considered himself one of the straightest guys on the planet. But as he inhaled the fresh, salty sea air while sharing beers with Ash on Salt's balcony to toast his return, he recalled how Summer Bay tended to bring out his inner homo. First, there was the fucking of his prankster-turned-tutor Dex Walker [Revenge of Summer Bay Nerds Chapter 1]. Then there'd been his penile payment to Harley's babysitter VJ, which escalated into a hell-hot triple fucking alongside Kyle and Jett [VJ Cums of Age Chapter 16]. Now, his cock craved the anus of a stud he watched play rugby on the grassy stretch below.
He suspected Ash and his brother Brax had been involved in jail; and he was interested in getting some Ashford ass sometime. But for now, his sights were set on the sexy stranger...
*** After a few more beers Heath, with Ash tagging along, plucked up the courage to chat the dude up. After enough small talk, Heath introduced himself. "Tank." The guy replied, shaking Heath's extended hand. Tank and Ash barely knew each other; just enough that no introduction was needed there. But Tank had changed a lot during the months he'd barely left his and Zac's fuck shack. It was actually a mansion, but that didn't have the same ring to it. He must have been working out insanely hard, because he'd bulked up heaps. And while Heath had lost most of his tattoo's, Tank had gained a few overly his newly buff body that resembled his name more than ever. Heath couldn't wait to get him out of the black footy shorts he was wearing. [Check out Reece Milne's instagram (@reecemilne) for the pics that inspired me to include Tank in this chapter. They're fairly recent and you'll know them as soon as you see them. You're welcome :p]
But before Heath could slowly segue into propositioning Tank, Sergeant McCarthy strolled past on his routine patrol. "You boys better not be getting up to any mischief." He said sternly, concerned that a gathering of 3 of the bay's baddest boys had to mean trouble was brewing. "Mischief? What us? Pft!" Ash scoffed. He and Kat's boss had several run-ins during what seemed like an obsession to nail him. Not in the ass. Or maybe. In any case, he wasn't Ash's type. But then again, who expected VJ to let his predecessor Emerson fuck him either? [Hating Hunter Chapter 13]. "Just know that I'm watching you boys..." He replied, shooting them a look of warning before leaving them alone.
Having been in prison, cops were Tank's least favourite people. Suddenly he felt in the mood to rough one up, even if it was someone old but not completely lacking in ok looks like McCarthy... He shot Heath and Ash a `follow my lead' look as they trailed behind McCarthy; their stance loutish as they prepared to show him what mischief really was. Tank had an idea of how he intended this to play out, recalling the night he and his mates ganged up on Oscar and banged him [Revenge of Summer Bay Nerds Chapter 3]. Although Oscar had died and was no longer there for Tank's torment, leopards never changed their spots...
Once away from any witnesses, Heath lifted off his shirt before pulling it around McCarthy's head, blindfolding him. They then hauled him into the bush before stripping him and using his handcuff's to secure him to a tree; the bark scraping his arms as he found himself practically hugging the large trunk.
Ash and Heath watched like wolves eyeing their prey as Tank put on McCarthy's cop hat; a perfect pairing with the silver aviator sunglasses he was already wearing. Playing cop, Tank showed McCarthy who was in charge now as he circled him; slapping his ass until it began turning red. He then picked up a fallen branch; treating like a baton as he teased McCarthy's ass hole with it. But something better was about to be shoved inside.
"Argh!" McCarthy winced in pain as Tank viciously thrust into him. "Oh don't tell me it's your first time Sarge." Tank laughed tauntingly. "Surely you aren't used to being the one to do the fucking. Maybe you're just a cocksucker. I know how you dirty cops are. Nothing innocent about ya." "Hmmm I bet." McCarthy muttered through gritted teeth, taking a shot back at Tank, referring to his obvious stint in the clink. Tank boxed his ears. "Lucky there's 3 of us to stretch you good." He sneered, getting in the final word.
"Just as I thought." Tank laughed, grabbing McCarthy's cock as he continued to thrash his tight tunnel. All 8" of it were rock hard; a measure of his enjoyment despite protests to the contrary. Tank then began jerking it, hoping to make the cop cum. Not because he gave a toss about the law enforcer's load; but because he knew it would be humiliating to cum at the hands of a convicted felon. But McCarthy was equally determined to restrain himself from giving Tank the satisfaction.
"$50 one of you sucks his cock." Tank yelled, hoping to up the ante. Heath and Ash looked at each other as if they were trying to decide who'd do grandma's bikini wax. It certainly wouldn't be Heath: he believed Braxton dick purely dominated. When it came to other guys he never kissed, sucked or even touched. Except that night his dick ground against Kyle's and Jett's while they were all crammed up VJ's ass together. But that was too hot to not participate in. And he'd given VJ what he thought of as a brotherly massage. That night he'd been appalled Kyle sucked VJ and threatened to disown him if he swallowed. Kyle felt he was breaking some Braxton bro code just kissing VJ goodnight. If only they'd known Brax had broken all the rules with VJ...[VJ Cums of Age Chapter 6].
"Guys! Come on. I wanna see him cum!" Tank demanded menacingly. After losing 3 rounds of scissors paper rock, Ash knelt in front of McCarthy. As he eyed the cobra taking a good hard look at him, he realised McCarthy actually had quite a nice cock; willingly taking it into his mouth. Heath's facial expression said what he was thinking: whatever floats your boat; still wanking as he watched...
"Wait, is that moaning I hear?" Tank again taunted McCarthy; his cock engulfed by Ash's throat undeniably hot...
*** Tank's tank blew up, firing a cum storm up McCarthy's chute while the cop still held off. Obviously needing extreme stimulation, Heath crashed through his pipe; taking over the one-sided thrusting tournament as Tank leaned against the tree, waiting to see McCarthy erupt. Although it was slow, it had to happen eventually.
Turned on more by the game than the player, Heath blasted into McCarthy next; his protein pool the push McCarthy needed to uncontrollably let his lava loose. Ash, recognising the familiar swell, ejected McCarthy's meat from his mouth as he took a semen shower.
"Woah. That's some load. And you `hated' that." Tank laughed. Just as hips don't lie, neither do sperm. But McCarthy wasn't finished with yet, as Ash had to have his turn...
Tank placed McCarthy's hat on Ash's head as he assaulted McCarthy's ass. Then McCarthy's radio began to crackle inside the pocket of his tossed-aside pants. Tank simply stomped on it, smashing it to pieces as he laughed.
"I think he's got it covered." Heath said, leading Tank away to finally fuck him elsewhere in the bush...
*** "I think you're loaded more than your gun now." Ash laughed as he came, adding his dick-spit to Tank and Heath's castoff cream.
"Fuck!" Ash exclaimed in surprise as he turned to see Constable Neal Stevenson pleasuring himself as he perved on the crim controlling his boss. He'd been sent to track down the sarge when he failed to answer his now broken radio; a task he was now glad to have been given...
"I'll take it from here." Neal said as slammed into McCarthy; giving him his 4th serve of shlong in a row. "Stevenson!" McCathy hissed. "You do this and you're fired! You'll never work on the force again!" "Well I guess I'm fired then." He responded; unhesitating for even a moment as he kept cock-crushing his boss' insides... Obviously the Sexaholics Anonymous meetings weren't helping...
*** After Neal came he unlocked McCarthy's cuffs. "Thanks." McCarthy grunted, not really meaning it. Was he meant to be grateful after being brutally banged by a gang that now included one of his own? But Neal remained silent as he and Heath dragged him closer to the road. "I'm ok to walk, I don't need your help even though I feel like the orient express has passed through me." Neal and Ash looked at each other, smiling at the thought of their thick 9" cocks being compared to a massive train. They continued leading McCarthy, not helping him at all but planning one final act of humiliation; again handcuffing him to a tree, but this time from behind as the front of his body faced the road for observant passers to see. "It'd be a shame not to show off that beautiful cock." Ash said sarcastically as he and Neal laughed before walking away, leaving a naked, cuffed McCarthy to be found by someone...anyone...
*** Meanwhile:
Zac was walking his dog through the bush when he spied Heath fucking Tank. Zac wasn't a possessive partner, but when it came to his arch nemesis shoving stick in his man's slot...
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Zac bellowed, it unclear which guy the question was directed at. "Fuck off and mind your business Macguire!" Heath retorted. "You fucking my boyfriend kinda is my business." "Like you fucking my wife." "I never fucked Bianca. And as we've both told you a million times, SHE tried to kiss ME." It was unlike Zac to use such colourful language about a lady, but there was no Mr Nice Guy when it came to dealing with Heath.
Heath just shook his head, trying to contain his anger as he continued flogging Tank with his fat fucker. "Dude, what do you see in this loser?" "I'll show you exactly what he sees." Zac replied confidently as he stripped, showing off his shredded physique, his long 9" rod...
"What? You want me to fuck you too?" Heath asked. "OK. I'll bite. But not until I've creamed your hot-ass bitch." "Take your time." Zac smiled fakely as he beat his meat. As much as Heath pushed his buttons he couldn't deny Heath was a sexy stud. Heath secretly felt same way about Zac; his naked presence pushing Heath over the edge as his sauce surged, filling the tank with fuck fuel.
"Alright MacGuire, bend over!" Heath ordered. But having worked in a jail, Zac didn't just give in to demands; instead deciding to make Heath the bitch as he grabbed him and gave him his first man-to-man kiss.
Heath shoved Zac away as he scowled angrily and wiped Zac's saliva from his lips. But Zac just tried again, Heath giving in this time as he realised male tongue wasn't so bad. Damn you MacGuire! Heath thought as he allowed Zac of all guys to soften him.
Heath was almost possessed; unsure why he was melting like putty in Zac's hot hands...why repressed cravings were suddenly coming to the surface as he actively encouraged Zac to hammer him. Grabbing onto a large tree branch, Heath lifted himself up as if he were doing pull ups at the gym and wrapped his legs around Zac as the hunky teacher thrust into Heath's airborne anal passage.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK..." Heath screamed; Zac hitting his hole a bit hard for someone in the process of surrendering their V Card. But still the tough guy despite letting his guard down, Heath pushed through the initial pain before beginning to enjoy what he'd been missing. Zac had once been the tough jailbird himself - perhaps that was why he and Heath rubbed each other up the wrong way...or why they were so horny for each other. Maybe Zac's age was a factor; Heath finding teenage boys pretty but too moronic for his liking. But this wasn't the time for self analysis.
Eventually dropping back to the ground, Heath then got on his knees and started sucking Zac, forgetting that the tool in his mouth had just been up his ass. "Tell me when you're gonna cum." Heath said as he suddenly stopped. "I don't want your swimmers floating around my stomach." Zac promised he'd alert Heath to his impending explosion and the river boy resumed slurping Zac's hard shaft.
With Heath in a more accessible position, Tank knelt behind him and strongly sunk his shlong into his freshly busted cherry; showing him what it was like to simultaneously receive cock at both ends. Heath hated to admit it but he loved being slutty for once instead of just treating his tricks like common whores.
It wasn't much longer before Zac and Tank ruptured; leaving their hot, milky loads on and in Heath. Heath wasn't about to gush out loud about his pleasurable experience; but the smile on his face as he turned to look back at Zac and Tank as they left together in the opposite direction saying more than words could: that their cocks needed another play date...