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.
VJ caught up with Hunter...not that he could avoid him in the small town that was Summer Bay. Although Hunter continued to be disappointed by things not going to plan, he accepted...barely...that VJ wasn't ready to move back in with him; instead staying on in the caravan he'd been living at since their break up over Drew. Deep down VJ knew he owed Hunter his life...and that he'd been the one to initiate a reconciliation weeks ago; yet he couldn't help but feel if Hunter hadn't jumped at the chance to go to Paris with Brody he would have been there to protect him from Mick.
It was late in the afternoon; and VJ awoke from a much needed nap as his weary body healed. He decided to take a shower and freshen up, only to find no hot water at the caravan park's shower block. He was always welcome at the main house, and decided to shower there as he had to collect his washing from Leah anyway...
Clean and re-energised, VJ, simply but sexily wrapped in a towel around his waist, headed towards the laundry when a slightly drunk Duncan stumbled through the door. VJ suddenly realised he'd forgotten all about the hero's welcome home party, held in Duncan's honour for saving everyone's life in the plane crash.
When did you become so sexy? VJ thought to himself as he and Duncan locked eyes. As they just stared at each other, intrigued, VJ's erect pole pushed through the towel, causing it to drop. Duncan just smiled as he grabbed it began gently jerking it, causing VJ to moan slightly.
"We should have showered together...you know...to save water." Duncan said cheekily. Like VJ, he'd discovered the shower block's lack of hot water so came over to use his dad's.
With VJ's unspoken permission to play, Duncan backed VJ into the laundry, shutting and locking the door. VJ jumped up onto the edge of the washing machine, not realising it was on, as Duncan squatted; levelling his face with VJ's meaty missile.
"OHHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK...." VJ moaned in heavenly heat. Although just last night VJ had almost made Brian and Derek suffocate on his sperm, the horny hunk was nowhere near done catching up on all those missed loads during his kidnapping. Worse than a leaky sink, VJ quickly found himself wet and dripping with precum. As Duncan salivatingly slurped it up, his spit got caught in it; creating sticky threads between the tip of his tongue and the the glossy tip of VJ's cock.
Out of nowhere, the washing machine began to finish its cycle, making VJ's body vibrate as it spun round and round. As VJ began to tingle from head to toe with electric excitement, he realised this was some of most orgasmic oral he'd ever received...and he'd received a lot. But he couldn't tell if it was the added motion, or just the excitement that it was coming from Duncan; knowing the gasket cranky old Alf would blow if he ever found out about the surprising, serendipitous seduction. Duncan was sure to be off-limits; VJ having already felt the wrath of Alf (and most of Summer Bay) when it was discovered he'd hooked up with James on the eve of his wedding to Roo.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK...OH FUCK...SHIT YEAH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHH" VJ moaned as Duncan received a raging rush of relish...
Not even softening in the slightest, a still rock-hard VJ took control and cranked up the washing machine again and bent Duncan over it as he played pilot and pounded his plane up Duncan's tight runway, giving him a ride better than any flight.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...YEAH..." Duncan moaned in delight.
Caught up in the idea of taking off, fuelled by VJ's turbulent thrusts and the machine's rapid reverberations, the guys, without realising it, had ended up on top of the machine; trembling in sexual thrill as VJ's fat fucker flew through Duncan doggy-style.
Once again, VJ's rod, unable to wait to keep pumping loads as it sought to regain normality, exploded; leaving hot, sticky, cummy carnage inside Duncan...
Duncan and VJ looked at each other like naughty boys that had gotten away with something bad as VJ unlocked the door and pushed Duncan out like the used-up pleasure-provider he was. After what Mick had put him through, VJ, more than ever, thought nothing of taking gratification from any hottie that crossed his path. It made him feel powerful in the face of his hostage horror. What was an active sex life was soon to become an addiction as he struggled to cope. If only he would talk to Hunter about his own phase of sex addition to mend his broken heart over VJ and Drew...
It was now dark outside, and Hunter, extremely horny himself, was having a wank out in the open behind his caravan when he saw Duncan stumbling around.
"You OK mate? Here, let me help you..." Hunter said as he led Duncan inside his van. "Lie down, you look like you could use it." Hunter continued as he plumped his pillows to make Duncan comfortable.
"How do you do it?" Duncan slurred.
"Do what?" Hunter asked.
"Get this shit hole of a town to forgive you for your fuck-up's..."
"Dude, everyone just had a party for you. What are you on about?"
"Yeah...there was a party...people came...but they still hate my guts after all these years. It's dad's fault, always badmouthing me..."
"Come on mate, just lie down, you're not thinking clearly..."
"You...you're just like me..." Duncan continued, oblivious to Hunter's attempt to be helpful. "But somehow they think the sun shines out of your ass...fucking arsonist..." It was yet another case of the selective Summer Bay memory.
"Ummmm...no...it doesn't. See?" Hunter said, pulling down his shorts and bending over, mooning Duncan with his hot bubble butt. He didn't appreciate Duncan's attack. It wasn't his fault everyone had ultimately chosen to forgive him.
Duncan began to laugh. "That'd be right. You put out for them, huh? Whore."
"No, it wasn't like that."
"Bullshit!" Duncan yelled as he threw Hunter across the bed. Face down in the bed and ass up in the air, Hunter was so deliciously tempting...
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Hunter moaned as Duncan dunked his dick into him; rough and uninhibited. He hadn't been fucked in days since leaving Brody in Paris, and needed it bad. Although he was sympathetic to VJ's suffering, he still had to live in the meantime - no amount of abstinence was going to magically bring back the VJ he knew and loved...
"Fuck me Duncan....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck me...yeah....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...harder...come on...smash me...fuck me like the dirty whore you think I am..."
"Oh I'll fuck you alright!!" Duncan panted as he shoved Hunter's head into the pillow; forcefully holding him down as he annihilated his anus.
After a while Duncan just as forcefully pulled Hunter up again like a rag doll; yanking him far enough back for their lips to reach as they ravenously kissed. It wasn't much longer until Duncan erupted. The guys then flopped onto their backs and just laid there in a breathless daze. A few minutes later they broke the post-sex silence as they smiled at each other lovingly, happy that it had happened...