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.
Before Ethan there was Brodie...There was also a reason Brad was the only person who could possibly coach Brodie...bring out his full potential....But a few years and many guys had passed; Brad needed to be convinced to once again dive into the pools of passion with the champion Chaswick...
Brad had just returned home from his morning run when Brodie accosted him yet again to plead his case. Prepared to hear him out, Brad sat on the edge of the backyard table; his athletic shorts riding up his taut thighs, giving Brodie a great view of the end-goal posts he wanted to be between.
"I'm just going to get straight to the point: obviously nothing I say is going to change your mind, but this will..." Brodie said as he stripped down to his speedos.
"Mmmmmmmm...you never could resist my red hot racers." Brodie smirked as Brad groped the stretched swimwear; strained by Brodie's stiff flagstaff.
"Mmmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhhhh..." Brodie continued to moan as Brad nuzzled his bulging bathers for a few moments before rapidly pulling them down; revealing his 9" dick of deja vu.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Brodie moaned as his dick took a dip in Brad's hot mouth; the soon-to-be-again coach sucking him...varying his oral stroke as he savoured him in raging reminiscence.
"Ohhhhhhhh...don't stop..." Brodie moaned as Brad's tongue navigated the curves of his abs...and his lips kissed his way up his slim but super ripped young body, detouring over his nipples as they outlined his hard pecs...before his tongue swam deep in Brodie's mouth; their tongues like crashing waves as they kissed passionately.
While it was amazingly hot to feel Brad's lips against his again after so long, Brodie's torpedo throbbed crazily as it yearned for Brad's love.
"Get your mouth back on my cock." Brodie ordered, breaking up the kiss as Brad obliged.
"Ohhhhhh...fuck...you make me so hot Brad....ohhhhhhhh...I'm gonna cum already..." Brodie quivered in ecstasy as he uncontrollably blasted a hot, thick load as creamy as his light complexion down Brad's throat.
"We're going to have to work on your stamina." Brad smiled as he licked his lips.
"So that's a yes then?"
"What do you think?" Brad said, happily kissing Brodie.
"So can we go over your drill again? I kinda forgot the thrust of it." Brodie said as he playfully jerked Brad's baton.
"I'd be more than happy to." Brad said as Brodie turned away from him, set his hands on the table and sat on Brad's cock, sliding it up his passage.
The old rhythm and momentum resurfaced quickly; the guys moaning wildly while Brodie's pelvis flung ferociously as he milked Brad's beef in uninhibited freestyle.
After a while Brad went for gold; his relish rushingly releasing into Brodie as he orgasmed of Olympic proportions.
"Fuck I've missed you." Brad puffed as he wiped his cum-soaked cock with Brodie's speedos before tossing them back to him. "Just a little welcome back gift to keep you motivated." Brad winked before Brodie left.
With Brad back on board as Brodie's coach, Josh keenly assumed the position of assistant coach.
Part of Brodie's training included a 10 kilometre run every morning, which Josh supervised while Brad ran his outreach program.
Like father, like son - it didn't take long for old feelings of lust to resurface, especially as they were hot, sweaty and shirtless; their bodies worked out works of art.
"Let's mix it up a bit." Josh winked as he and Brodie entered an old toilet block.
Brodie grabbed on to the top of the cubicle doorframe as he leaned in to kiss Josh. As they made out, Josh pulled down his and Brodie's shorts, getting them naked. Brodie, a bit of a gymnast too, decided to show off.
"May as well work on my strength too." He said playfully as he swung himself up and gripped his feet on the basins; an easy position for the hottie as he was tall, and the narrow distance between the cubicles and basins. As Brodie held himself up, Josh began rampantly ramming him as they resumed kissing; murmuring a few "mmmmmmmm's" and "ohhhhhhhhh's" as they went at it.
"Why am I not surprised?" Brad said, shaking his head as he suddenly appeared.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Josh asked.
"You're supposed to be helping him beat his personal bests, but you've been gone so long I had to see what's up."
"Looks like its you." Brodie said, looking at Brad's raging rod.
Brad sighed. "I guess it doesn't matter how we work on your cardio..."
Brad then stripped off, got behind Brodie and rammed his rocket into him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....." Brodie screamed as his ass became the prize for both the Willis whackers at the same time.
"Push through the pain mate, it'll make you a winner." Brad laughed as he and Josh fucked their student with fortitude; tenaciously tunnelling him in hot, sporty tuition...
Josh had fucked Brodie so many times before he instinctively knew when Josh was about to blow. He jumped down as Josh pushed him to his knees.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh....OHHHHHHHHHHHHH....FUCK......" Josh moaned as he jerked himself to erruption, showering his former opponent's face in jizzy victory.
"Still the little cum slut!" Josh laughed as he watched his sticky stream smear itself even further down Brodie's face and over his neck.
"Give it to him dad, coat him with your cream!" Josh demanded as Brad's penis popped; drenching Brodie even further with his cock champagne.
Josh and Brad then swapped positions, pulling Brodie to his feet before getting on their knees as they jointly sucked him into seminal surrender.
"I think we all benefited from that session." Brad panted as he kissed both of his sexy young pool prodigy's.
"Let's test the results." Josh said. "First one back to Ramsay St gets to choose top or bottom." He added cheekily as they ran off, their tools keen for a retrial...