Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction and implies nothing about the true sexuality / personal lives of the Neighbours actors featured in it. Their respective characters are property of the Channel 11 Australia and Freemantle Media.
Although Aaron had done his job well, Paul still wanted to give Aaron a special thankyou for keeping Daniel safe.
Paul had spent the evening wining and dining his bodyguard, catering to his every gastronomical whim. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but great food and alcohol aside, Aaron had genuinely started to see Paul in a new light.
When Paul was good, he was very good; but when he was bad, he was very bad. That night Aaron was seeing Paul's better side: that of a sophisticated, charming older man - it was becoming clear why so many women had been willing to become Mrs Robinson. Sure, he wasn't the hottest guy in Erinsborough, but he wasn't in the Lou Carpenter or Harold Bishop league of undesirability either. At 50, Paul was still doable. In fact he'd actually improved with age.
Paul was the most hated man in Erinsborough, but his position as the wealthiest and most powerful thrilled Aaron. A small part of Aaron was driven by ambition, realising what Paul could do for him if he played his cards right, when over one final drink back at the penthouse, the pair found themselves sharing a polite kiss.
Aaron knew he was an in-demand super-stud, and guys like him could do anything; including juggling three guys at once. Although Aaron was keen to cement himself as Paul's toy boy, he wasn't going to do so at the expense of Nate and Ben. He was going to have his man cakes AND eat them too.
Aaron felt like he was playing Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman to Paul's Richard Gere as the pair washed off the day's dramatic events in a relaxing bubble bath.
"What are you doing?" Aaron asked Paul as he pushed a button on a tiny device.
"You'll see." Paul said, keeping the element of surprise. In the meantime, he distracted Aaron as he used his foot to play with Aaron's plump balls and cock under the warm, fragrant water.
After their bath, Paul led Aaron through the dark, candle-lit living room onto the balcony. With his long string of ex-wives, Paul was no stranger to romance. So much so that all it took was the push of a button to have one of his staff discreetly set the mood.
"You don't need that." Paul said as he unwrapped the towel from Aaron's waist and let it fall to the floor.
Paul briefly kissed Aaron again before turning him around and bending him over the balcony railing. He then opened his bathrobe slightly, allowing his hard 8" cock to protrude as he slid into Aaron.
The view was spectacular - Aaron could see all of Melbourne...it's brightly lit skyline...but the beauty was not a soul could see Aaron as Paul's powerful penis penetrated him - practice had definitely made perfect. He may have lost a leg years ago, but not his ability to deliver an amazing fuck.
"Ohhhhhhhhh....oh yeah......." Aaron moaned in enjoyment, his voice lost in the sea of soft, surrounding noise: the sounds of music playing at The Waterhole...the chatter of Lassiter's guests arriving and departing...and that of those enjoying late night coffee at Harold's Cafe.
Paul had great stamina, fucking Aaron for a good two hours at least; neither noticing the businesses below closing for the night...the square now deserted except for the odd straggler passing through.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Paul moaned as he succumbed to orgasm, filling Aaron with his redundant fertiliser.
"From now on you'll be sleeping in my room." Paul grinned, leading Aaron back inside as they called it a night.
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I haven't forgotten the mystery neighbour from the end of Chapter 15. But until I decide who it was, the story must go on...