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.
A wild storm had ravaged a lot of Erinsborough. Ramsay St was spared its destruction, but the church wasn't so lucky. It was lucky, however, in that Father Jack had booked the best (and sexiest) tradesman in Erinsborough: Kyle Canning.
The hottest young priest in history had succumbed to gay sex before out of horny desperation, but now that he'd saved himself from lustful combustion, he found himself conflicted about the naughty thoughts he was having about Kyle. His desire to follow what was left of his moral compass in the `right' direction put him in a bad mood as he tried to exercise the possessive images of a naked Kyle from his mind. Everywhere he turned he saw Kyle as Jesus on the cross; bound as he pulled away the sheet hiding his privates and sucked his tool. He basically had a permanent erection these days; something he was sure Kyle had noticed, but nevertheless was determined not to act on.
He was so intent on cleansing his mind he found himself venting at poor Kyle over his lack of progress with the repairs, just to keep his focus off fucking.
"Well what do you expect?" Kyle began defending himself in a huff. "I'm just one man. I can't perform miracles. Maybe you should have hired a bigger company with more staff. Jeez."
"The church has a very limited budget. You were the only person left we could afford. But it looks like you're going to go way over."
"Awww and here I thought you hired me for my body." Kyle teased as he flexed his muscles, trying to lighten the mood. He didn't know what was up Jack's ass today, except that it wasn't his 9" nailer.
Jack almost convincingly looked unimpressed. But Kyle wasn't giving up trying to turn Jack's frown upside down.
"Confess, father...you hide in the confessional and jerk off when you think no one's looking, huh? You do it while you watch me work!"
Jack just glared at him.
"If you're worried about your budget why don't you do a fundraiser...I know...a nude calendar. You're fucking hot as a saint...imagine what you'd be like as a sinner! You'd rake in heaps!"
Kyle ripped open Jack's shirt; exposing his blessed muscular body as he tried to convince him of his heat.
"Back off! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Jack roared, though.
But Kyle was too caught up in the excitement of turning Jack into hot, heavenly art. He dipped his hands in a pot of red paint and smeared it over Jack's buff, bare body. Jack loved the cool, sensual feeling of Kyle's paint-covered hands sliding over him. He'd begun to give in to temptation... no, he had to stop...
"I said get away from me!" Jack screamed, throwing a bucket of white paint at Kyle like he was Dorothy Gale trying to melt the Wicked Witch.
"Woah dude, I'm sorry." Kyle said, putting his hands up in surrender as he backed away. But the paint just reminded Jack of the huge load he wanted to dump on Kyle. He had so much pent up passion he could cream Kyle just as plentifully.
"No...I'm sorry..." Jack said. Such an outburst was unprofessional, and it was his job to forgive.
Kyle just smiled as he pulled Jack into a kiss. Jack didn't object this time, knowing he couldn't win against the forces of nature. Jack pulled off Kyle's singlet as their bodies began grinding, spreading wet paint over each other.
After a few more moments of kissing and bodily paint smearing, Kyle backed Jack into his ladder. As Jack sat on a rung, Kyle fell to his knees and took Jack's big priestly penis down his throat.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....fucking hell....jesus that's soooooooooooooooooo gooooooooooooood...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Jack moaned. Remembering the strangely soothing feeling of the paint covering the hard contours of his ripped torso, he curiously dipped his hands in a reachable pot of wallpaper paste. Although it had the opposite effect, the instant he applied it to his body it felt like lube; his hands slick and pleasurably slimy he touched himself...rubbed his nipples...adding another layer of mess to his fleshy canvas. There was definitely something in the water, or at least the chemicals, with so many Erinsborough dudes jumping on the gunky sex train lately...
Jack couldn't get his cock far enough down Kyle's throat. But that didn't stop him trying anyway as he grabbed Kyle's head and thrust harder and faster. Kyle's hair began to stand on end as it stuck to the undried glue on his fingers. It looked so good on him that Jack continued replenishing the glue on his fingers and playing with Kyle's hair.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SWEET BABY JESUS...OH MY LORD...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK..." Jack moaned, his heart racing a mile a minute as the first of many backed up blastings went off...
"Mmmmmmmmmm...ommmmmmmmmmmm...." Kyle gulped; his hungry mouth unable to contain the obscene influx of cream as it overflowed. Unlike animals, sperm didn't come two by two, they came by the millions. Unlike Noah's Ark, Kyle's mouth couldn't accommodate them all, leaving several stranded as they dripped from his lips...
After quickly catching his breath, Kyle then climbed the ladder until his hard hammer was at Jack's lips level. Although it wasn't the cross fantasy he'd been having, Jack nonetheless opened wide for Kyle; grateful for the opportunity to suck his sausage...taste his testicles...
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Kyle moaned; holding on to a higher rung as he roughly rocked his hips back and forth, pushing his pole down Jack's throat...his meaty meal better than The Last Supper...
After Kyle had given Jack his semen sermon, Jack really got into the unholy spirit as he threw Kyle over a pew and tipped plaster on him before fucking him.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...GOD YEAH..." Jack panted.
Kyle looked like a statue of a different god...a roman god. As his chest heaved in physical excitement, the drying plaster cracked. Yet at the same time he still felt slightly bound by the setting mixture encasing his body like an outer shell. It was almost like wet bondage. But he was free to move. Not that he wanted to...
With his pole planted in hot ass, it wasn't long before Jack erupted again; leaving Kyle an almost matching shade of white inside and out. He was two loads down now but the tension only slightly eased. He could have kept fucking forever to catch up on months of missed mischief, but retreated to his office to complete some paperwork...
Kyle had only just resumed work when Mark arrived after work to lend a hand.
"You didn't bring a change of clothes?" Kyle asked Mark, not seeing his bag as the cop stripped out of his uniform.
"It's just us right? Nothing you haven't seen before." Mark grinned cheekily as he stood there in just his underwear. "Besides, look at you." he added, gesturing to Kyle's mucky upper body. He then bent over to pick up a paint brush; making Kyle hard as he ogled Mark's tight Brennan buns...
They managed to do some actual painting for a short while before Kyle decided to spice things up.
"Did you see that Pricasso guy on TV the other day?" Kyle asked Mark casually.
"Who?"
"Some guy that does Picasso paintings with his cock." Kyle laughed.
"Sounds like something Sheila made you watch. After Days and before Bold."
"Yeah...ummmm...well...don't you think it would feel nice?"
Mark finally stopped work, giving Kyle a strange look. Did he realise how many showers he'd need to take? He'd obviously forgotten he was a neat freak. Just because Kyle liked, and looked hot, covered in building supplies didn't mean he had to go there too.
Like he'd done to convert Jack, Kyle grabbed a handful of paint and rubbed it over Mark's hard crotch.
"Mmmmmmmmm..." Mark moaned uncontrollably in surprise. He liked being sucked through his jocks; the moisture of the paint just like saliva, only its quantity far more abundant than even the horniest mouth could muster.
"Told ya." Kyle whispered in Mark's ear as he slipped his hand inside and started panting Mark's pole. Mark gave Kyle a few moments to play before he pulled down his jocks, giving his hardening cock room to expand. They then kissed for a few minutes before Kyle invited Mark to do the same to him. Once their rods were both lubed with paint, their epic doodles doodled random shapes and patterns into the wall's wet paint.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Kyle moaned at the tingling sensation of his fat cock head brushing against the wet wall. Mark laughed. Kyle's often immature sense of humour was one of the things he loved about his neighbour and close mate.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Jack demanded as he caught them. "You know I can't afford over time. Not to mention how disrespectful you're being. Shame on you both. I never thought I'd be saying that about you Mark."
"Who says over time has to be paid in cash? I'd take another pounding from that huge shlong of yours any day." Kyle said excitedly...
Kyle was back on the pew getting fucked by Jack again, with Mark now fucking Jack at the same time. The church was filled with a new hymn of "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"'s; an inviting sound as Angus quietly entered. He watched the three-man long fuck train from afar; jerking himself off as he gradually ditched his clothes.
Eventually Angus moved closer, until he caught Jack's eye.
"Angus...uh..what are you doing here?"
"Susan thought you might like some cookies. But I see you're stuffing yourselves with dick. Can I join?"
"Nah mate." Kyle replied. "You don't meet the dress code."
"I'm naked. What dress code could there possibly be?"
The hammering came to a halt as the guys smeared what was left of the paint, paste and plaster over Angus; making him just as messy as they were.
"That's better." Kyle said. He, Mark and Jack then took turns welcoming Angus with a kiss before the action recommenced. The guys reshuffled: Angus now led the train, with Jack fucking him. Kyle fucked Jack, and Mark fucked Kyle. They kept changing places until each had a turn fucking the others. The fuck finished with the guys shooting all over Jack - he needed the creaming the most after his months of abstinence - before he profusely squirted himself in his own sticky sauce.
The guys washed off as much as they could in Jack's small shower before calling it a day. They were keen to take Angus up on his offer to volunteer some more assistance again another time...