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.
It was Valentine's Day. Aaron was single, but not alone. Cupid had failed to deliver him the man of his dreams, so he took on the role of Cupid himself. Buff and bare chested, dressed only in thin white cotton shorts and accessorised with wings and golden accents, Aaron went off in search of love. He mistakenly crashed a business meeting, but he wasn't thrown out like he was telling his neighbours...
Hot, handsome, refined gentlemen in sharp, stylish suits sat around the boardroom table. Liking what they saw, the astute businessmen demonstrated their acumen as they closed a new deal: Aaron. Carrying out non-negotiable terms, the guys pulled off Aaron's shorts and threw him across the table.
"He's missing something." The CEO said as he removed his silk tie and wrapped it tightly around Aaron's hard cock and balls, making a bow. "NOW you're the perfect gift." The CEO added, admiring his finishing touch before shoving his tongue down Aaron's throat. Perfect gift was an understatement - Aaron was enough of a stud to be considered God's gift to the cockholder's of Erinsborough.
Meanwhile, Aaron felt someone bind his wrists with their leather belt. Another guy soon gagged him as he tied his tie around his mouth while someone else placed paper clamps on his rigid nipples. With Aaron at their sexual mercy, the hunky executives fucked him two at a time...six times...until all 12 board members' corporate cocks voted in favour of their slutty slave.
"Sorry for the disturbance gents. We'll handle it from here." A super-muscular security guard said as he and a fellow guard entered the office; believing Aaron to be a trespasser - a reasonable conclusion given the ruckus of horny, loud-moaning men savagely slamming some free man cunt.
"That won't be necessary." The CEO said; poker faced as his own poker stood at attention awaiting another tight tussle inside the sexy windfall that was Aaron.
"Just doing our job, sir." The guard asserted as he and his equally muscle-bound colleague grabbed Aaron and escorted him out.
Aaron ached in anticipation as his throbbing cock begged for release. He could only flirt with his eyes as he tried to seduce security into sucking him. But no such luck. After jamming the elevator, the guards left Aaron even more desperate for a draining as they teased him with their bodybuilder physiques as two hot uniformed men became naked men, only letting him briefly see their 10" tools - it wasn't Aaron's eyes they wanted on their steroid-enhanced super-fuckers; it was his ass...tightly closed around it as they got some on-the-job action. Giving the white-collar workers a run for their money, the guards rapidly got down to business as they too killed two birds with one stone...or fucked one hunky whore with two raging rods.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK..." The guards moaned; grinning at each other. They were security; no one was going to monitor the cameras and interrupt their illicit interlude...
Already lubed to kingdom cum with literally a dozen seminal deposits, Aaron was soon treated to a lucky 13th spermatic serve as one of the guards erupted. The extra size of the biggest cock Aaron had ever had meant a bigger load - so much so that he felt like the dude was powerfully pissing protein inside him.
With Aaron's ass all to himself now, the other guard lifted Aaron onto the handrail. Feet firmly planted on the rail, Aaron tightly crouched to get his hole at the guard's cock level as the guard resumed his rough ramming.
As the guard bashed Aaron's hole, he unclipped Aaron's nipples and held them in his fingers; gently pinching them as if he was trying to milk them.
"Fuck you're pretty." The burly brute panted as he yanked down Aaron's mouth gag and forcefully kissed him. Aaron's lips were soon smacked with a searing kiss from the other guard too, before the two guards kissed victoriously over the fantasy they were pulling off.
It wasn't much longer until the guard was ready to purge his pole's build up of lusty lava.
"Where you want it, slut?" He grunted breathlessly. "Your ass is fucking full. You want more cream up your pipe or in your mouth?"
"Mouth." Aaron replied as the guard helped him down to the floor and shoved his shlong down Aaron's throat just as it started shooting its manly muck.
"Mmmmmmmm..." Aaron moaned as he guzzled; finally tasting some cock that day.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH...THAT'S IT...CLEAN IT ALL UP SUCKER BOY..." the guard moaned as streaming shot after shot continued to exit his well-pleasured penis.
Finally emptied, the guards redressed and put the elevator back in operation.
"What, you aren't going to return the favour?" Aaron asked cheekily as he tried to hide his impending combustion. The guards just smirked at each other.
"Come on boys, help a bro out. Please?" Aaron begged.
"You're not finished with yet." One of the guards said cryptically as he tauntingly tugged Aaron's tied-up tool while the other slapped his smashed ass; driving him even more crazy.
Aaron was like a trained show pony on display as he was dragged across the street to the courthouse.
"You guys can't put me on trial!" Aaron screamed as the guards ignored him and marched him into a courtroom.
"What is the meaning of this?!" The Judge bellowed.
"Allow us to present Exhibit A."
"Very well. We'll adjourn for an hour while I consider this evidence." The Judge responded as he tapped the gavel and the observers filed out.
"What do you have to say for yourself young man?" The Judge demanded as he approached Aaron.
"Suck me your hotness...I mean your Honour." Although the Judge seemed strict Aaron had never seen one under the age of 50 and so damn hot. But amongst his initial assessment of his looks, all he could think to himself was Please...PLEASE get me off. It was February 14...he'd taken 14 guys...and still he couldn't get relieved - what was going on?!
"Thank you guards, I'll handle him from here."
The guards left Aaron with their secret ally as he granted Aaron's motion; unraveling his tight, silky constraint...sinking to his knees as his secret cocksucking mouth engulfed the hard, red, swollen, pounding, swinging meat dangle in front of him.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCKING HELL YEAH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Aaron cried in relief as his cock finally felt the hot, wet, steamy touch of a man's mouth. He'd never been so torturously toey in his entire sexual career, and after savouring the sucking for a few minutes he blasted in record time. In his current situation he couldn't care less about showing stamina after the restraint he'd endured.
The Judge then dragged Aaron behind the bench and hid him under the desk as Aaron's mouth went gaga for his thick, long 9" throat hammer.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The Judge moaned as Aaron secretly sucked himself some legal log in the place of justice. Aaron was just what he needed to get through the long afternoon of evidence hearing, and so the judge withheld his white water rapid; keeping him hidden between his strong legs even after court was back in session.
After a couple of hours the Judge couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm cumming....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I'm cumming...." He moaned uncontrollably, forgetting for a moment where he was. Suddenly realising his faux pas, he pretended to clear his throat and tried saving face. "What I meant to say is that I'm coming to a decision."
He then handed down his verdict and dismissed the room while Aaron tucked his drained dick back into his pants and zipped him up...
Elsewhere in Erinsborough:
Ned's community service at the school had finished, so he'd been assigned to the church to continue its repairs.
"What do you think?" Ned asked, seeing Jack approaching to inspect his work.
"Looks great. The wall too." Jack smiled as he hit on his helper. "But I think maroon's your colour..." He added, dipping a brush into the paint before wiping a wet, linear trail down the centre of Ned's chest...and over his abs; stopping short of the base of his cock as the paint had run out. Ned was already a perfect stud, but he looked even better with just a single brushstroke.
"Mmmmmmmmmm...paint me like one of your French girls." Ned teased, referencing the line from Titanic that had spawned a million memes. Coincidentally, that artist was named Jack too. Father Jack laughed.
"I'm serious." Ned said. "Use my body as your canvas. I'm all yours." He'd been so involved in the messy shenanigans happening around town that he'd developed an insatiable new fetish.
As Jack tossed the brush aside, Ned dropped his shorts; giving Jack an extra 9" of space to work with. Jack then dipped his fingers into the paint; loading them up with dripping colour before guiding them over the muscular contours of Ned's fit framework. In just moments Ned was looking like a child's finger painting, albeit much, much sexier.
"I'd take those nice clothes off if I were you. Coz this shit's about to get messy!" Ned grinned as he playfully warned Jack.
"Thanks for the...uh...heads up..." Jack said seductively, emphasising the last two words as he looked down. Ned's head was up indeed; as was his entire one-eyed snake as it pulsated. He gave Ned a momentary jerk before stripping down to the uniform that all messy mayhem commanded: nudity.
Meanwhile, Ned kicked over a gallon of paint; making a bed of paint over the floor tarp. With Jack suitably un-attired, Ned then tackled Jack into the slippery liquid colour. Both hunks quickly coated themselves; their skin soaking up the shambles as they ended up in a paint wrestle; tumultuously rolling about as they kissed.
Paint play: Jack and Kyle had a similar mess-fest just weeks ago. But with Ned as his co-messer, the repeat experience was just as excitingly hot. Within minutes, the somewhat jumbled hotties formed themselves into a 69er as their painted penises ended up in each others mouths...
Jack and Ned's outsides were all sorts of mixed colours while their insides were a creamy, sticky, translucent white; coloured by copious cascades of cum that had been projected down their thirsty throats.
Now that they'd blown their loads, Ned was curious to see what was inside a large picnic basket he spied out the corner of his eye as he laid back getting his mouth mashed by Jack's meat. There had to be some kind of food inside...and food always enhanced a mess sesh.
"No, not that!" Jack protested as Ned rummaged through the contents. "That's for the homeless shelter."
"Stuff their hunger, I'm fucking horny!" Ned grinned, overriding Jack.
"That's not very charitable, Ned." Jack replied, trying to hide his smile. He liked Ned's confidence, even if it was totally selfish.
"How about I make up for it by giving you the best fuck you've ever had?"
"Sounds reasonable."
Ned then popped the lids off a couple of jars: peanut butter and strawberry jam. He scooped a bit out of each jar; making a concoction in his fingers that the then inserted up Jack's ass.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Jack moaned; the two opposing textures feeling as good as they tasted together on a sandwich.
"Heh." Ned sneered as he continued fingering Jack; loosening him up. After a few more moments of preparation, Ned then served his fingers for Jack's tasting. As Jack sucked the concoction from Ned's fingers, Ned took a leaf out of Kyle's book and lubed his log with wallpaper paste.
Wet, slick and moist: fresh paste was the perfect greaser. But as it dried, it began causing friction for Ned's implanted instrument. Needing even more frequent replenishing than lube from the tube, Ned switched to olive oil to keep himself moving quickly and smoothly through Jack's anus. He then slimed up Jack's body as he liberally drizzled the condiment over his fuckee like a steak waiting to be grilled; then over himself for good measure. It was almost like a golden shower from a bottle.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....FUCK YEAH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Ned screamed as he creamed; firing furores of jizz into Jack.
After Ned was done...or should that be Jack was done...by Ned...Jack stood up and selected a bottle.
"I thought you would have used this." Jack teased as he poured barbecue sauce over his stiff snag.
Ned just gave Jack a look as he sucked the sauce from Jack's banger.
"Here, have some more seeing as you like it so much." Jack laughed as he poured more sauce over Ned's head. He then dumped globs of peanut butter and jam on top before massaging them into Ned's scalp like shampoo and conditioner. If they were going to be messy, may as well do it right...
Jack quickly looked around to see what else he could turn into lube as he prepared to fuck Ned. Not finding much else that hadn't already been used, he chose an old favourite: plaster - for its strangely satisfying texture. He then mixed it with more of the barbecue sauce - for its slickness. He was then ready to rumble, but spotted something that had been overlooked by Ned and just for fun used it give himself a finishing touch: Vegemite. Using the disgusting, tar-like Aussie spread for all it was good for, he dipped two fingers in it before wiping them across his face, making black lines that looked like an American footballer about to go into competitive battle. Channelling his inner Rambo, Jack then action-packed Ned's ass as he rammed him with his rifle.
As Jack's dick delivered Ned one of the best fuck's he'd ever had, the sinful priest dipped his hand back into the Vegemite jar, but not for himself. His covered hand smothered Ned's mouth; muffling his horny moans as he inadvertently forced Ned to inhale the toxic toast-topping. Needing to see Ned's even more dirtied face, Jack flipped Ned over onto his back, switching his fuck style from doggy to missionary. Ned looked like his groomed beard had been dyed black at the messy hands, or hand rather, of Jack. But like a negative image filter, black soon became white as Jack ruptured; glazing Ned's face like an original Krispy Kreme donut but thicker, spermier and some might say, better.
"Now's probably a good time to tell you I didn't get around to fixing your shower today." Ned puffed.
Shit Jack thought, worrying how he was going to explain the messy condition of his body. Who owned a nearby shower and could keep a secret? Then it hit him: Leo...
"We need your help." Jack whispered, pulling Leo behind some shrubs at the backpacker's.
"Clearly..." Leo replied, eyebrow raised. "What happened to you guys anyway?"
"Never mind that." Jack replied. "Just let us use your shower."
"Sure." Leo smirked. "But only if I can join in."
As they headed for the shower, Jack and Leo gave each other a knowing look: they wouldn't let on to Ned they'd already seen each other naked...spent several secret nights together...and formed an unlikely friends with benefits scheme that began when Jack randomly invited Leo over for beers one night...
Leo's private shower was small for one person, let alone three. But that was no problem. Tightly packed like sardines, the guys used not just their hands but their whole bodies as they scrubbed each other clean...sliding up and down each other like human washcloths as the soap kept coming.
Finally spotless, the guys stepped out the shower.
"Thanks man." Ned said, kissing Leo.
"If you want to thank me, open your fucking ass." Leo laughed as he pushed Ned through the doorway to the connecting bedroom and onto the bed. Before Ned even had a moment to get comfortable, Leo grabbed his legs and yanked them over his shoulders before aggressively slamming into him. It happened so quickly Jack didn't have a chance to also thank Leo, but he could do that later. For now, Jack joined in as he thrust himself into his and Ned's hot host...
The guys cumming wasn't an indication they were ready to leave. Like he'd been doing with Jack, Leo was happy to rent space in his small bed to both Jack AND Ned for hot sexual payment. And so the naughty fun continued into the night...