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.
Nate and VJ were working out at the gym one night: VJ on the pulldown bar while Nate lifted weights.
"Ow!"
Recognising the sound of an injury, Dr Nate rushed to VJ's assistance.
"What happened Veej?"
"It's my neck. I think I strained a muscle."
VJ winced slightly as Nate gently rubbed and massaged the back of his neck.
"You've definitely strained it."
Forgetting he was off duty, Nate went into doctor mode as he searched for either an ice pack or heat pack to remedy the strain. It wasn't a huge deal; VJ didn't need Nate fussing over him, yet he liked the attention. It had been too long since he'd had some doctor dick from the bay's muscled medic.
"This place is a lawsuit waiting to happen." Nate said, returning with neither. He'd never seen such an ill-equipped first aid kit. As he stood cross-armed in front of VJ, the younger stud eyed his filled-out package; faintly making out the shape of his dick as it sat dormant in its natural state beneath his athletic shorts.
"What are you taking about? You've got your own heat pack right there." VJ smiled as he reached out and grabbed Nate's crotch.
It was already 100 degrees down Nate's shorts; the touch of VJ's hand and the subsequent hardening of his cock only making his private practice even hotter. It wasn't a technique Nate had ever tried or considered, but it couldn't hurt. After all, his plump balls were just like two sacks of wheat.
Nate dropped his shorts, wearing just his jocks as pressed his package against the back of VJ's neck and rocked back and forth...side to side...massaging him with his meat.
"Ohhhhhhhhh..." VJ moaned softly.
"How's that?" Nate asked; the answer obvious.
"Better already." VJ replied, shutting his eyes at the soothing sensation. Nate's rod was like a rolling pin steamrolling the pain away.
After a while, VJ turned around and peeled down Nate's tight, tented underwear.
"If you're going to do that, I better get you into the steam room." Nate said with a wicked grin. It would be a helpful source of heat while Nate's cock was otherwise occupied.
VJ ditched his workout wear as he quickly followed Nate like a horny puppy; the hunky buddies entering the steam room together naked and hard. Immediately, Nate laid VJ on the tiled bench that spanned the length of the hot, misty, cozy space. After a few minutes of heavy kissing, Nate began to glide his body upwards over VJ's lips. The higher Nate went, the lower VJ got; his tongue pleasurably passing down through Nate's chest and abs before arriving on his 9" pole. But before VJ completely took it down his throat, Nate got into one of his favourite positions. He spread himself as if he were about to do push ups over VJ; his cock set over VJ's mouth ready to fuck his hungry face hole. Following the general advice to make exercise fun was much of the secret to Nate's muscle-making success ;)
"Ohhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Nate moaned while pressing his pole down VJ's oral passage; the teen comfortably gagged as he silently took a spearing through his open, suctioning lips...
As the conditions became more sweltering, so did the intensity of the guys' nude, sweaty, lustful interaction. Needing ass to completely get off, Nate pinned VJ against the glass door to the steam room as he thrust his large, off-the-charts thermometer into his tight penis flytrap.
"Mmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhh..." Nate moaned, breathing fiery air on VJ like a dragon as he gently gnawed on his ear lobe and licked the outer rim of his ear; the tongue-tickling of a sensitive spot sending sizzling sensations throughout his body.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck..." VJ panted; his hot breath visible as he exhaled against the glass...the slightly cooler drops of condensation on the glass refreshing as they trickled down his squashed torso. Like his body, VJ's hands were pressed flat against the glass as Nate slammed him. Nate's hands soon joined VJ's; shifting from the youth's waist as his sweaty palms melted into the supple backs of VJ's hands, connecting them even more. Despite being buried deep in VJ's ditch, Nate still couldn't enough of VJ. Although VJ had succumbed to his shlong and didn't need further enticing, Nate couldn't help but try anyway; temptingly descending his passionate lips down the back of VJ's neck. He stopped on the spot of VJ's injury, almost making out with it as if he were a parent trying to heal their baby's first ouch with a loving kiss.
After a while Nate pulled VJ away from the glass and continued fucking him in the centre of the steam room. Although no longer flattening himself against VJ, Nate kept his hard torso ingrained in VJ's rippled back as he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him against him as close and tight as he could. VJ slithered through Nate's arms as the delicious doctor, in holding VJ, ran his hands over his smooth, sweaty, contoured surface; manhandling the young muscle maven both inside and out.
Nate's hand caught a sticky trace of oozy precum as it brushed over VJ's throbbing cock and balls.
"Mmmmmmm...fuck yeah..." Nate whispered, clearly a sex God so good VJ would soon cum despite neither of them hardly touching VJ's tool the entire time. But it was Nate's pride that sent him over the edge first as he uncontrollably blasted sharp streams of Cooper cum up Patterson's pipe.
Knowing VJ would soon be next, Nate spun VJ around; kissing him and tugging his tool as he backed him out the steam room into the locker room and pushed him down onto a bench. Despite VJ's penis pumping in imminent eruption, his body relaxed as a refreshing wave of cool air swept over him; the pair of them almost scorched from spending too long in the steam room.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." VJ let out loud, long erotic moans of relief as his molten man milk gushed from his boiling boner down Nate's throat; the penile protein quenching his sexual thirst.
Nate had to do a late shift at the hospital while VJ had to get home to Hunter; their encounter at an end. But as Nate departed, VJ was about to find the night wasn't over for him...
Now that VJ was alone; the gym and the surf club deserted, the Morgan's, the only others left as they closed Salt upstairs, made their payback move they'd been planning since VJ and Hunter broke in and surprise-sexed Mason with a double drilling.
As VJ left the gym, the brothers pounced: Justin covering his mouth as all three lifted him up the stairs into Salt before locking the door and turning the lights off. As Justin's strong arms bound VJ, Brody and Mason shoved some tables together, upon which they laid VJ as they stripped him before triple fucking him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." VJ moaned, enjoying the `punishment'. Only it wasn't really punishment as he'd taken 3 cocks at once before. He loved the idea of 3 hot brothers ploughing him together; the only downside being they weren't the Braxton's. Even though Casey was dead, VJ didn't stop fantasising from time to time what it would have been like to experience the youngest Braxton, especially with his older brothers whom he'd had separately on different occasions.
"Damn, the slut likes it." Justin laughed.
"Fuck off, so do you Mr Dominating Dick." Mason laughed, Justin's cock getting the lion's share of the crowded cockpit...
Meanwhile Hunter began getting nervous that VJ hadn't arrived home, nor was he answering his calls or texts. His gut was telling him that VJ wasn't just off having a one-night fling with someone. He panicked. What if Mick had returned and kidnapped him again? Irene's deranged rapist son had never got his hands on baby V3 despite his previous effort.
Hunter knew VJ had planned to go to the gym, so that was the starting point of his search for his husband. But the sounds of rough rocking tables and sexual moaning from above directed him to VJ. Seeing the Morgan men assaulting his man through the window, Hunter went into hero mode once again; smashing through the door as he prepared to rescue VJ.
"Get off him!" Hunter yelled.
"Hunter...how nice of you to join us." Brody said calmly. "We'd offer to let you join in, but I don't think even your live-in man whore could take all 4 of us now could he?"
"He's my husband!" Hunter corrected him angrily.
"In your dreams mate. You know it's not legal, right?" Mason laughed.
"It's symbolic." Hunter replied, unsure why he was justifying his and VJ's relationship to anyone else, let alone the Morgans.
"It's symbolic." Mason mimicked Hunter mockingly. "How sweet."
Mason then pulled out of VJ and overpowered Hunter, pulling down his shorts and forcefully guiding his hard cock into VJ's ass where his own cock had just been moments earlier. Hunter tried to break away and take VJ home, but Mason held Hunter in place; ensuring he couldn't move anywhere except through VJ alongside Brody and Justin.
"Yeah...that's it...show us how much you love your `husband'" Mason taunted.
"Better than that time we fucked in the kitchen." Brody grinned, deliberately stirring up trouble.
"Shut. Up." Hunter warned, but it was too late, VJ needed details. Brody was more than happy to reveal Hunter's best kept secret from VJ: that they fucked during Brody's catering of their romantic reunion dinner VJ had organised. VJ couldn't believe Hunter had secretly been fucking another guy just metres away from him that night! VJ needed space, but was trapped as the husband he was pissed at was being forced to fuck him alongside two vengeful brothers.
VJ's three fuckers came in him before the brothers turned their attention to Hunter; ramming their rods into him in the same menacing manner as they'd done to VJ. As Brody had already had Hunter, he sarcastically offered to let VJ take his place in Hunter's hole. VJ declined. But as he just stood there watching Hunter getting hammered, he couldn't help but get hard as he gradually calmed down. As Brody was the last Morgan brother to sample his sausage, VJ positioned himself so Brody could suck him...
After the guys all shot each other in a crossfire of cum, the Morgans literally threw VJ and Hunter out the broken restaurant door.
"Fuck off now!" Justin yelled after them. "And if you ever attack anyone in this family again you know what'll happen to you fuckers!"
The Morgan's then burst out laughing, high-fiving each other in success of using their meat to playfully scaremonger the boys...