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.
The REAL Departure of Nate Kinski
To celebrate finding their way back to each other, Aaron and Nate decided to have a romantic picnic at a national park away from Erinsborough. As they drove, Aaron spotted Brodie wandering the sidewalk like a lost lamb. Feeling sorry for the hot teen, Aaron invited him to join them for the day, much to Nate's chagrin. Sometimes Aaron was too kind, although his sweetness was one of the major things he loved about him...
As the guys hung out eating fruit and cheese and drinking wine, they noticed the sky unexpectedly turn grey.
"I bet it's gonna rain." Aaron said.
"Nah, I don't so. I reckon it'll pass and we'll get our beautiful day back." Nate replied.
Aaron, bored by talk of the weather, proposed an idea: "Let's make this interesting - loser has to suck the winner's cock."
"What about me? What do I get?" Brodie asked cheekily.
"You, my friend, get a special prize - you can watch the loser suck the winner's cock hahaha."
Nate bristled at the suggestion. He knew the moment they picked Brodie up Aaron was angling for a threesome. Nate was super monogamous; sharing a partner with an outsider was not his idea of fun as he had been left feeling like the third wheel in the past.
A few moments later it began to drizzle.
"Yes! Looks like I win." Aaron grinned.
"Yeah, you'll be getting lucky tonight." Nate replied, kissing Aaron as he tried to stall the inevitable.
"Awwwwww how about it now?" Aaron begged.
"Later." Nate replied, putting his foot down. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable having an audience."
"Where's your sense of adventure?" Aaron teased, trying to con Nate into playing. "We're ready, and it's two against one. Majority rules."
Nate crossed his arms stubbornly.
"OK. We'll just go and jerk each other off then. Come on Brodes, lets go."
Aaron knew how to push his man's button's as Nate reluctantly followed them to ensure Aaron didn't suddenly develop a favouritism for his old neighbour...
"Mmmmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Aaron moaned softy as Nate sucked to save himself as Aaron's beloved.
Brodie stood a short distance away, his cute eyes fixated on Aaron's personal pacifier. Damn he wanted in on the action; his raging rod not a secret underneath his tightly tenting shorts. Slowly and subtly, he gradually inched his way closer. Unhappy at still being ignored, he dropped his shorts and began wanking himself, unable to keep his urge bottled up inside. He continued to creep closer until his shlong was practically in Nate's face, ready for the taking. If he could get Nate on side, getting a shot with Aaron would be easy as pie. Sure, they could arrange a secret meeting back in Erinsborough, but that was too long away - Brodie needed Aaron then and there.
Ah, what the hell. Live a little. Nate thought to himself as he gave in to temptation and found himself basting Brodie's baton in spit as he welcomed it into his mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhhh...fuck...yeah...mmmmmmm...that's nice..." Brodie moaned.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...suck us babe..." Aaron moaned. Nate had started off alternating between the two poles before they somehow ended up in his mouth together.
Seeing Nate finally relaxed, Aaron slid his hand up Brodie's shirt, exploring his tight, rippling swimmer's muscles. Although Aaron had access, Brodie gave him a bonus as his lifted his shirt off, letting Aaron see his sexy physique while his hand perused it. Aaron returned the favour, removing his shirt, feeding Brodie's eyes a feast of his own study stature.
Aaron's hand then visited Brodie's ass; analysing its firmness as he squeezed its bubbly cheeks...testing its tightness as his slipped his middle finger inside the opening, probing him. Nate was so consumed with cock he didn't notice Aaron's bird-flipper fossicking Brodie's cave...
They so wanted to kiss, but that was likely to set Nate off...so they fought to control their lustful lips...for now...
After they'd cum, Brodie and Aaron pulled up their shorts but remained shirtless as they and Nate headed deeper into the woods, walking aimlessly for the sake of it. They walked closely together; Aaron in the middle as on one side he held Nate's hand, while on the other his hand rested slyly on Brodie's butt, unknown to Nate. Brodie's hand mirrored Aaron's; glued to his gluteus - an observer would be forgiven for mistaking Aaron and Brodie as the couple.
The guys weren't that far off the beaten track when they came across a tiny wooden hut that was a toilet.
"I could really use a pee." Nate said.
"Sure. We'll wait for you right here." Aaron replied.
The second Nate was out of sight Brodie grabbed Aaron's package and kissed him.
"I can't stop thinking about you fingering me, wishing it was your huge cock slamming me." he whispered in Aaron's ear.
"Stop it, Nate will be back any second!" Aaron laughed, trying to maintain his loyalty to his boyfriend, futile as it was.
"The sooner you fuck me, the sooner I'll shut up about it." Brodie replied as he quickly yanked down Aaron's shorts and sucked his throbbing fucker, getting it ready to plough him...
"Hey, where'd you guys go?" Nate called out as he returned. Silence. He then noticed Aaron's shorts and underwear dumped on the ground. "Haha. Very funny. Now come back!" Still nothing.
As Nate searched the area, it didn't take him long to stumble across the bushes Brodie had dragged Aaron behind.
Just as I predicted Nate thought to himself as he shook his head in anger, witnessing the hot hunks wrapped up in each other. Aaron was ramming Brodie like there was no tomorrow; his tongue shoving itself down his throat like it had just emerged from the 40 hour famine...
Nate walked away, leaving them there to find their own way home, whenever, and if ever, they were ready...
A few days later:
Knock-knock
Nate opened the door to find Brodie on his door step.
"Aaron's not here - he's at work today. Surprised you don't know that." Nate said, annoyed. "And shouldn't you be on a plane anyway?"
"I'm catching a later flight. It's you I came to see. I want to apologise for what happened with Aaron. I got carried away."
"OK. Now get lost."
"I want to make it up to you." Brodie begged, jamming the door with his foot as Nate tried to close it on him.
"Alright then. The first thing you could do is suck my cock."
"Done."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh....yeah...hahahahahahahahaha..." Nate moaned as he viciously vented his hatred of Brodie. He felt vindicated as he watched Brodie: red-faced and heavily sweaty as he gagged on his 9" stick, just barely managing to handle it. It was like extreme tonsil hockey: Brodie felt as if Nate was using his tonsils like pucks, trying to flick them into the goal...or out through his ass the force was that thudding.
Brodie was no wimp when it came to blow jobbing; but if Nate didn't relent soon he'd have to surrender. Luckily for him, without warning, he felt Nate's dick dressing insanely infiltrating his throat.
"You've got stamina, Ill give you that." Nate crowed as he watched Brodie puff and pant, relieved that the oral ordeal was over. "You must train hard...when you're not bending over for the team, whore!"
"OK, you made your point."
"I'm just getting warmed up." Nate replied as he hurled Brodie against the wall and began ripping into him with his rod.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!...fuck!!!......" Brodie screamed, which only spurred Nate to butt-bash him harder.
After a few intense minutes Nate picked Brodie up; still impaled on his pole, as he walked him into the bedroom and tossed him on the bed to continue his rival's ravaging...
Now that Brodie had gone black, Nate hoped he wouldn't go back...to Aaron...
Physically, Nate succeeded. But mentally, Aaron and Brodie couldn't get each other off their minds. Aaron knew he shouldn't have involved Brodie against Nate's wishes, but surely there was no harm in a mutual, friendly, nude jerk off over Skype...or was there?
Nate went ballistic when he came home a few days later to find Aaron wanking in front of his laptop, and Brodie on screen doing the same.
"I thought we were even." Brodie said, trying to appease Nate.
"I never said that."
"OK. My bad. Why don't you join in and I'll grab my boyfriend - we can make this like a double date...sorta."
"If you have a boyfriend why do you keep chasing after mine?" Nate snapped.
"Look, for the last time, Aaron and I are only friends. We're just messing around. You're the one he loves. Don't tell me you never NSA'd in the army?!"
But Brodie didn't have a boyfriend, just a horny housemate that was willing to play along for fun in the four-way tug off...
The guys compared their cum shots and called it a night. Nate soul searched as he laid awake, unable to sleep. While he loved Aaron, and accepted Aaron loved him, he had to decide if he was willing to change his values to make his relationship work, or find an even more compatible man. That's when he eventually decided to leave Aaron, hard as it would be, and re-enlist in the army...