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.
Aaron awoke in the lap of luxury, relieved Paul had already left for an early business meeting. Paul had seemed like a good idea last night...Aaron had been in a do anything for anyone state of horniness, and Paul was so good to him...but he was already feeling regret. If only the sexy Brad Willis' bank account was as big as his cock...
As Aaron laid in the sumptuous bed, he recalled the previous afternoon...how Brad had rushed to help after the car had been shot at...and what happened afterwards behind the closed doors of 22 Ramsay St...
Distraught with fear, Daniel was suffering a panic attack as Brad rested him on the couch.
"It's ok, you're safe now." Brad said, stroking Daniel's hair as he tried to soothe him, to no avail. This was not the happy, calm and collected Daniel Brad knew.
"We need to do something more for him." Aaron said, pacing around. That's when Brad got the ball rolling; sweetly slipping his tongue into Daniel's mouth, gently kissing him. His body began to relax but his lips grew firmer, letting Brad know to keep going...that he needed more...
Doing their bit to help, Aaron and the chauffeur, Blake, sucked and slurped on Daniel's cock; his mind quickly taken off his terrifying experience.
Blake continued to suck Daniel as Aaron moved his lips to Brad's rock-hard rammer.
After a while it was time to shift gears; Aaron's tongue intercepting as he stole Brad's kiss for himself. As their hot mouths acquainted, Aaron pushed Brad on his back, straddled him and began power bottoming him.
At the other end of the couch, Blake's tongue filled the void in Daniel's mouth as they kissed desirously before Blake slammed his snake into Daniel's ass. The feeling of hot, hard cock inside his heated body comforted him.
The mix of adrenalin took charge and it wasn't long before Brad and Blake fired their own shots, of burning cum, into the tight holes of pleasure that had given satisfaction to their studly shlong's. The guys all then fell into each others' arms as they peacefully held one another...
Back in the present:
Aaron admired himself in the mirror as he straightened his tie, ready for another day of work. After what had happened Aaron was concerned Paul had let him sleep in today. If anything, Paul needed more protection, not none. But a phone call interrupted his thoughts: "Thanks Glen, send him up."
Paul had obviously forgotten he was to interview a new salesman for the Freestyle housing development. But Aaron was sure Paul trusted his judgement and decided to conduct the interview himself.
ding! The elevator doors opened as Ethan Smith stepped out. Ethan's surprise Christmas gift to Paige this year was his plans to move to Erinsborough. But given his previous fling with Brad, he was sure to be the gift that kept on giving...
"Hold it right there." Aaron said sternly to Ethan. "Mr Robinson requires all guests to be searched upon entering the premises. Just a security measure."
Aaron unbuttoned Ethan's shirt, grabbing handfuls of hot, pure muscle as he patted down the young hunk.
Aaron then slid his hands down Ethan's pants, groping his enormous package. Fighting off an erection was futile for Ethan as Aaron smirked slightly.
Aaron 'needed to be thorough' and pulled down Ethan's pants and underwear. "I didn't realise job interviews required strip searches." Ethan said. "Just making sure you're not concealing any dangerous weapons." Aaron replied cooly and calmly as he squeezed Ethan's balls and fingered his ass.
"Hmmmm...never heard it referred to as a dangerous weapon before" Ethan said. "But I'm sure it could do some serious damage." "Let's find out." Aaron replied, intrigued...
Aaron threw Ethan into the unmade bed; the soft, dreamy sheets a relaxing contrast to his rock hard cock that Aaron sucked hard and fast.
"Ohhhhhhh...that's it...fucking suck my cock you pervert...come on...make me cum...I wanna see you swallow my hot load...show you what I'm hiding..." Ethan moaned.
As Aaron sucked his tongue tickled Ethan's cock, sending shivers of ecstasy up his spine, his entire body tingling with erotic anticipation.
Ethan grabbed Aaron's head and held it in place as his body shook and rattled in lustful preparation for climax. Ethan couldn't see Aaron's mouth, his cock so far buried in it; but he could see his sexy brown eyes light up in delight, and he could feel his creamy lava flowing down Aaron's throat as he exploded.
"So am I off the hook?" Ethan teased. "Not yet. I think I'm gonna have to confiscate that hot ass of yours!" Aaron said, flipping Ethan onto his stomach as he pulled his hands behind his back and drilled his dick into him...
Full of hot Brennan jizz, Ethan returned the favour, flipping Aaron onto his back before ramming his missile into him as they fucked missionary style.
"Ohhhhhhhh...... OHHHHHHHHHH!!"Was all Aaron could moan like a broken record; so far out of it he couldn't think of words let alone speak them. Ethan was such a strong, powerful, passionate fucker - his sex sword wasn't far off being a dangerous weapon.
"Yeah...fuck...take that pervert...I'll show you how much damage I can do!!" Ethan laughed breathlessly.
Aaron was sure the damage would be a sore ass for the next week...
Now filled up from both ends with Ethan's sex sauce, Aaron ended the interview, but not before offering Ethan a soak in the hot tub. But as they kissed and fumbled their way to the bathroom, neither noticed Paul's hateful glare.
"Get out!" Paul seethed. "You...forget about the job!" Paul roared at Ethan. "And as for you, you're fired!" Were Paul's words for Aaron. He then threw them their underwear as he shunted them out.
"Can I have the rest of my clothes?!" Aaron begged Paul.
"Yeah me too?" Ethan added.
Paul just laughed wickedly.
"Just the suit then?" Aaron asked, trying to rationalise with Paul. "It's Armani!"
"And that dinner was $800 and 3 hours I'll never get back. Now get out of my penthouse!!"
Realising just their underwear was better than nothing, Aaron and Ethan slipped them on as the elevator arrived.
"Yeah...let Erinsborough see what a pair of horny cheating sluts you are! Paul yelled as the doors closed.
He didn't have his suit, but Aaron realised parading around in his jocks was no different to one of his shows; proudly owning the situation as he confidently strode across the Lassiter's complex to the police station with Ethan following close behind.
Mark's eyes boggled as the two underwear-clad spunks strolled in.
"What happened to you?!" Mark asked, puzzled.
"Don't ask. Just give me your gym bag, we need some clothes."
"Ok...but I've only got a spare tee and some shorts. What about your friend here?"
"Can't you put him in one of the holding cells while I go home and bring him back some of Ty's stuff?"
Mark felt himself harden at the thought of taking Ethan into a holding cell and having some fun with him. It was a very quiet day at the cop shop...no one would miss him from the front desk for a short while...
To be continued...