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.
Mondays: Manic for some, messy for others...
Finn's plot to become principal was starting to unravel; but that didn't stop him pushing forward with his MS fundraiser idea as he manipulated the situation to shift any suspicion away from him. Particularly, he kept nagging Ben to be the face (and body) of the fundraiser...
His plan was 99% complete; and paying off with his first perk: his own office. With his own desk. Both previously belonging to Susan. What better place to fuck his victim's grandson? Finn's delicious body tingled deviously at the thought as he hardened in his pants. It would happen; he literally knew Ben inside and out after all the times they'd fucked already. Ben was loyal to Susan, but his cock was loyal to Finn - there was nothing it wouldn't do for Finn in the pursuit of red hot pleasure. With that, Finn dropped the pen he'd been twizzling in his mouth, imagining it was Ben's cock between his lips, and picked up his phone...
Usually, the best way to enjoy Ben was naked. But as the hot young student appeared in Finn's doorway looking perfectly cute in the new preppy blue Erinsborough High uniform, the sexy schemer wanted to savour him just as he was. Or he was just so horny he couldn't wait the extra few seconds it would take to undress the teen...
Finn knew words weren't going to work on Kick-Ass Kirk; instead getting straight down to business as he physically worked on changing Ben's mind about the fundraiser...
Within a split-second, Finn had Ben bent over the desk as he ripped an opening in the back of his pants through which he'd poke his pounding pole. But first, Finn spanked Ben while one swift, simultaneous tug of his zipper unleashed his angry fuck stick. He then bent down as his tongue played peek-a-boo with Ben's impatient hole; prepping it for his cock's arrival. As he panted in excitement, Finn sent bursts of hot breath up Ben's passage; upping Ben's anticipation another notch.
Ready to launch, Finn sat on the edge of his desk as Ben repositioned himself to sit on his teacher's tool; immediately causing them both to moan...
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Ben rocked himself to Finn's beat of his bum; helping drive his thick 9" tool through him as he handled the hunk's hammer like a sexpert. The harder each rhythmically thrust, the hotter they burned. With them both building up a sweat, Finn reached in front of Ben, grabbed his shirt and tore it open like Clark Kent going into Superman mode; instantly revealing his bare muscle.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Ben moaned as Finn's hands slipped inside the ripped ruins; tightly caressing his chest and abs before pinching and rubbing his alert nipples.
A few moments later, Finn threw off his own shirt and scrunched up the bottom of Ben's; holding it up around Ben's neck as he pressed his firm pecs into Ben's back. Finn had a sexily muscled torso, the touch of which made Ben throb even harder. The added stimulation to Ben's penis didn't go unnoticed by Finn, who had started to jerk the teen's loose cannon of a cock.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Ben moaned louder as his open mouth was greeted with Finn's tongue as they orally, but wordlessly, communicated lustful passion for each other...
Blinded by the sensory overload of each other's hot bodies, neither was aware they were being watched; treating their voyeur's eyes to a rod-raising display of horny affection. It was Wayne Baxter. Which wasn't surprising. Finn's cock had slammed him the same spiel to get him on side and against Elly. So far Finn hadn't upheld his end of the deal with his colleague, but seeing Ben near-naked was better than any promised promotion. But a while of just jerking was almost as unfulfilling as Finn's empty promises. It was time to collect his debt...
"Mr Baxter..." Ben gasped as Wayne approached them like a moth drawn to a flame...or a hung, horny, handsome man answering the beckon of a flaming hot fuck... But Ben's initial surprise was quickly replaced by ongoing ecstasy as Wayne sucked himself some big, juicy student shlong.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...Ben moaned. Wayne wasn't just a trained educator but a certified cocksucker. With hunky teaching staff like Brad and Finn, Wayne wasn't the first go-to guy for extracurricular fun, but Ben was quickly learning that he was also worth paying attention to.
Before long, Ben's thick shaft was fiercely funnelling hot, sticky, milky man-lava into Wayne's guzzling mouth. Finn still had a ton of fuck left in him; continuing to ram Ben as Wayne spread Ben's legs even wider apart and intruded the young hottie's tight passage as he created a teachers tools 2-for-1 special.
The guys' animalistic grunts and moans made the office sound like a zoo with Finn the prowling tiger, Wayne the devilish husky and Ben the mauled puppy as his hole hosted a fierce Jedi match. They slammed him...they smashed him...and after a long, deep, hard thrashing, they creamed him in explosive ejaculation.
Satisfied, Wayne kissed Ben before flipping him on to the desk as he grabbed a permanent marker and wrote just above his crack Mr Baxter was here' with an arrow pointing towards his hole and the date. Finn laughed tauntingly as he snatched the pen from Wayne and added Mr Kelly was here too'. While Ben was free to get fucked by whoever he liked, chances were he wouldn't want to show off his bull-like branding. It would take a few days to wear off, so if he wanted to be fucked in the meantime, he could only show his ass to the men who'd marked him. Which was more than ok with them. Small things amused small-minded but big-dicked guys; and Wayne and Finn's giggling at Ben turned to playful kissing as the disheveled boy collected what was left of his uniform and stormed out...
Meanwhile, it was strip night at the gay bar. Moving past the mutual embarrassment of dancing as a hot doctor in front of David while David stuffed cash down his pants, Aaron and his rebooted dance troupe of Josh, Mason, Kyle and Declan opted for a sexy builders theme for their show. At the same time, David's mind replayed Jack's advice to be less mild and more wild if he wanted Aaron. Although Jack wasn't himself, he was absolutely right. Nothing screamed letting loose more than mess; and David set up a station in front of the stage stocked with paints, pastes and plasters. If Aaron wanted to be treated like a studly piece of meat, David was going to fondue him in saucy muck. As he hoped the rest of the audience would with the other dancers so as a sexy shambles would erupt... Mark, Leo, Brad and Ned arrived. They were to be joined by Tyler and Jack but they never arrived, and calls and texts to them went unanswered. There had to be a reasonable explanation for their absence, but whatever it was, the show had to go on. Just as the lights dimmed, the Ramsay St gang was joined by an unexpected but welcome guest: Shane. He had an idea for Aaron's marketing of his lawn mower, but wanted to see it up close and personal first...
The guys performed their hot and hyper routine; the gradual removal of each layer of their industrial work uniforms revealing a stunning new feature: blazing guns that could singlehandedly demolish even the strongest structures...abs so strong they could snap lumber like twigs...thighs so muscular they could crush anything that came between them...and cocks so hard and powerful they could drill through cement...
Aaron, Josh, Mason and Kyle's naked bodies had become a familiarity around Erinsborough. And while everyone's eyes continued eating up all the hunkiness they could offer, a lot more attention was being paid to the intriguing Declan. He was basically unknown to the current Erinsborough elite having left before they arrived and not returning since. But when Aaron stumbled across a video online of Declan spontaneously stripping to pay for his and Kate's expensive lunch, he knew he had to bring him back. But as sexy as Dec's dick was, David was ready to get Aaron down and dirty...
It was like the scene in Flashdance when Alex pulled the lever to unleash water on herself as David flung a tin of paint in Aaron's direction; splashing him in more colour than even his brightest shirt could exude. Like a domino effect, the others quickly followed suit and descended upon the remaining dancers; getting crafty with the muscled muses as they slopped stuff here and slapped stuff there.
It almost seemed rehearsed as the dancers formed a criminal-like line up while their gunking was like the karate kid's wax on, wax off; or goop on, goop off motion as they were filthily rubbed: Aaron by David, Kyle by Shane, Mason by Mark, Josh by Leo and Declan by Brad and Ned. But although the stripping studs loved being moistly felt up, they weren't store mannequins and soon fought back playfully as they scruffed up their admirers' smooth, spotless physiques in the sloppy supplies. It was like a paintball skirmish, wet plaster pitch and glue outbreak rolled into one as a construction-themed crossfire ensued. Except the only balls that were going to break as they bulleted against hot hunks were the participants balls. And they'd be cum-filled. But they had to fuck themselves to that point; and so the guys used their freshly lubricated bodies to get off...
Wanting to show Aaron a completely different side to him, David led him to the bar where they ended up on the countertop with David taking charge as he rode Aaron like the wildest bull in the west. Trying to act like something out of an x-rated Coyote Ugly, he reached behind the bar and pulled out bottles of whatever was on hand: rum, whiskey and vodka; pouring shots down his and Aaron's throats as well as over each other. Aaron had never seen (or felt) David so uninhibited; which in turn made him more desirous than ever for him...
Erinborough's two prominent families...or just those with the most prominent penises - the Brennan's and Willis' - engulfed Declan in their sexy selves. Josh and Ned quickly intercepted his ass for a twice-as-nice brotherly butt-bashing duet as Brad and Mark's mouths worked to extract a load of Declan dairy... That left Shane fucking Kyle and Mason fucking Leo...
Each cluster of human aphrodisiacs inspiring each other as they fooled around made for one sizzling sausage party describable as a room full of hot sexual debauchery. Before long, the slippery mess that was giving everyone a great time but had vandalised the bar in the process was compounded by gelatinous puddles of hot, sticky splooge as the guys worked their away around the room; changing fuck-friends faster and more often than they changed their designer branded underwear...
Meanwhile, Jack had been stuck at the church. It was his last day before resigning as a priest; an act that didn't go unpunished by God as he found his car unable to start. He'd called Tyler, who was doing a better job entertaining him than finding a solution as he stood bent under the hood analysing the internal workings. The further Tyler bent to inspect, the lower his pants crept; exposing his enticing crack that just begged to be played with.
Tyler was an excellent mechanic, but this one had him stumped. As if Tyler didn't know what he doing, Jack asked him if he'd checked this and that; desperate to get out of there and catch Aaron's strip show. Tyler assured him he'd checked all the above. The longer Tyler remained puzzled, the more convinced Jack became Tyler was just wasting his time. Annoyed and horny, Jack started to play around with Tyler. There was some oil laying around the church garage, which Jack dipped his three middle fingers into before flicking it at Tyler's crack. Jack did this several times; his arousal heightening as he watched the greasy fluid trickle downwards between his butt cheeks. Checking how much of it was running into Tyler's hole, Jack slipped his hands down Tyler's pants and began fingering him. The ease with which his fingers slipped inside informed him that Tyler was well lubed.
Tyler let out a soft moan. He knew this was Jack's way of telling him to hurry up; and was just as keen to get out of there but this distraction was way hotter than it was helpful.
"You know what? I think the belts might be too tight." Tyler said.
"Mmmmmmmm...just what I thought." Jack replied as he pulled Tyler's pants completely down before his fingers resumed their penetration of Tyler's tight spot. "So how long will it take to fix?"
"It won't be tonight sorry. The parts I need are back at the garage and we've got Aaron's gig to get to. It's getting late, I'll just give you a lift and bring you back in the morning."
"Jesus Christ" Jack muttered. Leaving the church was a tough decision and he needed a clean break; if he was finished then he wanted to be finished, not having to return to collect his car which would just stir up memories of his dedication. Tyler's offer was reasonable and hot, yet completely unacceptable.
"Here, let me show you how to fix it." Jack spat, pissed off. "I've had to do every other bloody thing myself around here." Which wasn't true - how much hunky assistance had he received to repair the church and fundraise? But none of that mattered right now as he pulled out his cock and liberally doused it and Tyler's ass in more oil before slamming into him. Tyler was face to face with the engine and other mechanical pieces as his bent body remained hovered under the hood while Jack's cock vented inside him.
After a while Jack shifted Tyler; the guys waddling as they moved because Jack wouldn't remove his rod from Tyler for even a second. They didn't go far, with Jack falling into the back seat; taking Tyler with him as the studly mechanic landed on top of the sexy priest. Or ex-priest. Jack had brought the bottle of oil with him; tipping it over Tyler's seductive torso while still ramming him from underneath. The excess oil streamed around to Tyler's back before dripping onto Jack's own picture-perfect ripped chest and abs.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
They both moaned as Jack's hands now practically bathed Tyler in the oil as they glided over his smooth washboard body, then moved down to his lengthy log as he got slickly masturbated by his sexy mate.
Just seconds apart Tyler, then Jack, ballistically blew their loads. Tyler flipped himself over so he was now facing Jack; the fit fronts of their sticky, greasy bodies joined as they enjoyed a slippery pash...
They say God works in mysterious ways, and what initially seemed like a punishment to Jack worked out to be a blessing in disguise. Tyler was less quantity than what he would have gotten at the strip show, but was undoubtedly equal quality. It was too late to catch the show now, but the perfect time to give the church's shower one last hot hurrah...
Knowing that the walls were quickly closing in on him, Finn had been too wired to sleep lately. As he often did some nights, he headed to the 24-hour pool to try and swim away his nerves. But he uncontrollably became even more stressed; suffering one of his near-debilitating headaches as his gaze turned creepy. The only cure for such an intense episode was sex. But he was alone. Except for a hell-hot paraplegic: Josh Taylor (Liam Hemsworth's character).
Finn watched predatorily as Josh manoeuvred himself out of the pool and into his wheelchair. Physiotherapy had done everything it could; and Josh was strong enough live his life unassisted despite never regaining the use of his legs. As the aneurism pressed against his brain, a voice inside his head told him to go for it: he'd taken advantage of Xanthe's mind and Ben's body for his own selfish agenda - what was to stop him exploiting Josh's physical vulnerability? Fuelled by a disproportionate ratio of lust and illness, Finn ran around the pool to Josh and began wheeling him away.
"It's ok man, I don't need any help. But thanks." Josh said, believing Finn to be chivalrous. But Finn continued pushing Josh into the change room before locking them in. If Josh objected to Finn's using him no-one was getting in to rescue him.
"Dude! What the fuck?! Are you crazy?!" Josh said, bewildered.
"I don't know if you can still have sex or not but you've got just what I need." Finn replied menacingly as he ripped apart Josh's speedo and tossed the scraps aside, hung his legs over the side arms of his wheelchair and rammed his rod up his hole.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck..." Josh moaned. He actually didn't mind his anus being ambushed. Guys were often too sensitive to his circumstances and afraid to get roughly passionate with him for fear he'd break.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm...fuck yeah...you like that?" Finn moaned. "Been a while, huh?" Josh give a slight nod and smile as he panted breathlessly in excitement.
Finn pounded Josh so hard he could have paralysed him if he wasn't already. He was also screw-driving him with such fast ferocity that he soon felt himself about to blast. He quickly withdrew his fire poker from the burning pit that was Josh's ass and shoved Josh's head into his crotch.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK....FUCK YEAH...." Finn moaned as he held Josh's head in place; forcing him to swallow the hot, sticky, salty lava erupting from his volcanic cock.
Finn grinned mischievously as Josh's throat was penetrated by another part of Finn: this time his tongue as they spent a calming yet exhilarating few minutes just making out. As their heart rates steadied, Finn then fell to his knees as he focused on Josh's cock. It had remained limp the whole time; a medical reality of his condition. But with Josh still at his mercy, Finn decided to see if he could be the one to resuscitate Josh's erection. In a deed that was either good or bad depending on how one viewed it, Finn grabbed the long and thick deflated hose and pulled; stretching its supple foreskin back and forth as he worked to stimulate the blood flow that would send it rising. But nothing happened.
"Come on....come on..." Finn urged as his tongue encircled the sleeping snake's plump head...kissed its soft body; billowing it in breathy heat that could melt the Antarctic. He then began sucking it. Soft cock was like raw steak, but Josh was so hot it still tasted good. Finn remained determined for another few minutes until he finally noticed something start to happen. It was gradual; not the instant boner he was used to eliciting from guys. Slowly but surely spring awakened; they had lift off. Finn wasn't the only hot guy around so it had to be a lucid interval. Whatever it was, neither guy was going to waste it.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SHIT YEAH....OH FUCK...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....DON'T STOP...." Josh moaned in his own hallelujah chorus of insane ecstasy as Finn's mouth ignited his meat in hot, lusty, wet saliva that paired perfectly with the tight, hard and fast sucks of Finn's soft but strong lips. He'd just accepted nature had relegated him to life as a bottom so words couldn't express the fireball of emotions that hit him.
Unsure if this was his one chance, Josh decided after a while he needed to experience Finn's ass.
"I need my cock up that hot fucking ass! NOW!" Josh demanded as Finn straddled him in the wheelchair and began riding him.
"FUCK YEAH.....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...THAT'S IT....RIDE ME...." Josh screamed as Finn complied. But as if Josh weren't already overcome with every horny pleasure possible, he needed more. "I SAID RIDE ME! HARDER! FASTER! GODDAMMIT!"
Finn was beyond unruly as his wild ass worked overtime to give the sexual performance of his life. He wanted Josh so bad, and now he was getting him tenfold.
Full of uncontainable pent up protein, Josh soon ruptured; his fanatical flow enough to almost flood the change room or fill the half the pool.
"I can't thank you enough for what you just did for me." Josh puffed as he pulled Finn towards him and kissed him.
Finn then left while Josh remained behind. Motivated now to get back into the sexual game, Josh was in the mood and position to be deliberately found by the Eden Hills Grammar swim team who'd undoubtedly make him part of their training when they arrived at dawn...