Bayside Bang

By J.D Louis

Published on Nov 1, 2016

Gay

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.

"Fuck you, piece of shit!" VJ cursed, thumping the steering wheel of his `new' car...or bomb. He needed wheels, but what little money he had went towards supporting a baby that ended up not being his. The only piece of junk he could afford did have one redeeming factor though: the back seat and what could happen on it...

He could have been fucked for funds, but who in Summer Bay was going to pay for the pleasure when they'd already had him for free? Despite his best persuasions, the answer was certainly not Dr. Nate and his impressive salary; nor a somehow newly cashed-up Zac with his fancy mansion, toy boy Tank and a series of sexy visitors to their basement jail cell. Whatever. He'd find a way to make do. Beginning with phoning his personal mechanic, Ash, to work his magic...

*** "Ah, what seems to be the problem mate?" VJ heard a deep, bass-like voice approach. He'd been leaning back against the hood of the car, almost posed, with his elbows rested on the dull blue metal, and one foot on the ground as the other sat perched on the bumper - he was the type of guy who could make waiting around casually look so sexy and perfect. Especially when he did so shirtless; sun baking as he awaited Ash. Except it wasn't Ash, and VJ stood up to answer Justin Morgan.

"Everything." VJ replied, frustrated. Frustrated over the car breaking down yet again. And frustrated Ash wasn't there to take his frustration out on. His cock could beat Ash's ass to a pulp right now. Yet he couldn't help but smile when Justin just gave him his usual dopey look, reminding him of Huckleberry Hound.

As Justin worked to fix the car, VJ stood to the side; his strong hands causing his beige slim fit chino shorts to droop even lower around his taut waist as they rested in his pockets, revealing the waistband of his black trunks. Justin snuck looks; wishing he was tinkering inside those pants instead of a decrepit old crap box. At the same time, VJ admired Justin's shoulder and upper-arm muscles popping as he wrenched this and spannered that. Although Justin was like a watered-down version of Andy Barrett, he was still hot, albeit a few degrees below hell's temperature.

VJ imagined himself sneaking up on Justin from behind; slipping his hands up the front of his white singlet, slowly slipping it up and off him as his hands ascended the rocky mountains that were Justin's abs and pecks. He then visualised unbuttoning Justin's navy blue work pants; letting them drop as he reached for the ultimate tool...

"VJ? Hello?" Justin said in a monodrone, waving the palm of his greasy hand in front of VJ's glazed blue eyes, trying to get his attention.

"Sorry, what?" VJ finally responded.

"Your car's a lost cause." Justin said, emphasising the word to use the term loosely. "There's nothing I can do about it out here, so want a ride back into town and I'll send for the tow truck?"

VJ was again unresponsive. But this time he wasn't fantasising about Justin. Those simple words "want a ride" suddenly triggered traumatic memories of his kidnapping. It was what Mick had said tauntingly to him before snatching him off the sidewalk...it was what Brian and Derek said before they grabbed and groped him in their car... Ordinarily that would have turned VJ right on, but having just escaped Mick's evil clutches, he'd been in the wrong headspace...a headspace he remained trapped in despite trying to forget by drowning himself in hot sex... Possessed by his yo-yo emotions, VJ assumed Justin was out to rape him too.

"Not this time." VJ said, pre-empting Justin; controlling him and taking back his power as HE called the shots - starting with hurling Justin across the back seat.

"What the hell dude?!" Justin exclaimed in bewilderment. But VJ savagely stripped Justin naked, then himself, before sitting his straddling, strapping self on Justin's 8.5" pole. Gone was any confusion as hot lust filled Justin's body; hardening his cock for VJ's use.

"How's THAT for a ride!" VJ yelled as he thrusted with temper, almost self-slaughtering himself as he violently packed Justin's pepperoni up his poop chute.

"Dude, I love a rough power bottom as much as the next bloke, but at this rate you're gonna break my cock!" Justin panted as intense sexual adrenalin kicked in. But VJ tempted fate, smiling as he continued to ride Justin insanely hard. He refused to ease up; by the time he was finished with Justin's cock he'd be too exhausted to try it on with him. VJ then pulled Justin into a hot, stormy kiss; his tongue thundering down Justin's throat as it made its dark, dirty intentions clear. Despite VJ's attraction to Justin, it was obvious he was motivated by power first, pleasure last. Yet the longer it went on, the more these lines became blurred; making neither hunk willing to stop.

As well was rough, the sex was rowdy; the reason behind it irrelevant as it made them moan loud and passionate like wounded bulls. Amidst the barrage of back and forth "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"-ing, the erotically engaged studs eventually noticed Ash peering cheekily through the window. He'd finished up at the garage, making time to help VJ despite sending Justin in his place earlier.

VJ barely paused as he flung the door open, inviting Ash inside to join them. Within seconds, Ash literally added fuel to the fire, amplifying VJ and Justin's vocal expressions of gratification while throwing his own in the mix; his cock challenging Justin's to a dicklicious internal jousting match.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SHIT YEAH....." "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK..."

Justin felt the strength of Ash's formidable fuck stick; a mighty muscle in itself, as it poked his while they made VJ double-penetrated. The sexy scene was reminiscent of VJ's double-dicked days with Nate and Zac, right down to one fucker belonging to a dark-haired bad boy and the other attached to a hot blonde; giving VJ the best of both world's in an unofficial hair colour battle that proved blondes didn't have more fun. But Justin proved himself a worthy opponent, giving as good as he got as they jointly gave VJ another notch on his belt. Though many of his previous ones already came from Ash singularly.

After a long head start, it wasn't long before Justin's rod was the first to rupture at the added stimulation of Ash's slick, lubricated stick provoking it inside VJ's tight passage. As the last man standing, Justin's hot lava engulfed Ash's fat meat; forming a thick, creamy layer around it as he sloshed it through VJ's moist, sticky, leaking back door like a pig in mud.

Soon after Ash exploded; sentencing his sperm to certain death as he sent them flying into the great unknown that was VJ's anal universe. Panting in satisfaction, he then knocked knuckles with his bro Justin before kissing him as a symbol of a job, or a stud, well done.

Justin was spent; VJ's mission accomplished. But he wasn't leaving without blowing his own horny load; laying across both the sexy grease monkeys as he flogged his log. Pinned by VJ's weighty muscle-ridden body, Justin and Ash rubbed him; Justin taking over his perfect, ripped and rippled torso while Ash explored his inner thighs. The touch of the hot mechanics' strong, manly hands over his soft, smooth flesh sent electrifying currents of raunchy electricity throughout him, helping him cum before long.

Although VJ felt safe after giving Justin what he perceived he wanted from him, he went with his trusted friend Ash back into town. What just happened had happened, and it was hot and fun, but didn't require comment or further discussion between them; the guys instinctively shelving the encounter in their private file of dirty little secrets...

NEXT: VJ and Hunter finally get the help they need as they hotly reunite...

Next: Chapter 10


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