CHAPTER 6
Something was up. VJ hadn't returned home. Ash had suddenly disappeared. There had been no word from either. The timing of both events was too coincidental. There was a connection, but what?
Upon Mason revealing the last time VJ was seen was at the campsite during their road trip, the Morgan brothers recapped everything that happened up to that point and everyone who had been there. They came to the same conclusion: Zannis. He was the only logical possibility. But how did Ash fit into it all?
They couldn't get the police involved - Brody would have to reveal what Zannis did to him, and he was too embarrassed to live with the stigma in such a small town like Summer Bay with everyone knowing his business and gossiping about it until the end of time. Then Mason remembered their new friend Mark Brennan was a cop. Unknown to them, but in their favour, was the fact Mark was a former detective. And super discreet. Mark didn't expect to be taking up the invitation to visit Summer Bay so soon, or under these circumstances, but one call from Mason was all it took...
Mark was intrigued by Ash's photo. Sure, Ash was good looking. But it was more than that - Ash was like a blonde, hairier Tyler. The same man bun...even the same job as a mechanic. No matter how long the rescue took, Mark was in no rush to head back to Erinsborough. He'd been a crime-buster long enough to know the hot victims always showered their heroes in gratitude - he was practically guaranteed some holiday fun with Ash. And whoever else he may cross paths with in the bay...
Meanwhile:
Hunter had been sleepless and distracted since learning of the possibility something bad had happened to VJ. When he did finally get to sleep, it was time to get up. One morning he slept in, but like people who can't start the day without coffee, he just had to have a surf despite cutting it fine to get to school on time.
"Shit." Hunter cursed to himself, looking at the time on his phone following his surf. He'd already gone to the furtherest, most secluded end of the beach. There wasn't time to trudge all the way back to the surf club for a shower and change. He crouched behind some low shrubs as he slipped off his board shorts and pulled his uniform from his backpack.
As Hunter stripped, someone watched him through binoculars at just the right angle to see his cock and ass. Suddenly Hunter's phone pinged, alerting him to a new text message:
I need to see you immediately. It's important. Stay where you are I'm not far.
Hunter looked around - there was nobody in sight. Even though it was from Wally, it was still a bit creepy. Discovering Wally Burns was his biological father was a downgrade after having Zac in his life. Not that Wally was ugly. Just not super sexy. And dull as ditchwater. Hunter had grown up wanting nothing more in life than to know his father, so after everything he went through to find Wally, he was determined to keep giving the relationship a chance. As unlikely as it was, Hunter remained optimistic he and Wally would finally find common ground. Earning Wally's approval was another thing entirely.
"Checking up on me, daddy?" Hunter teased as he spotted Wally traipsing through the sand towards him.
"The birds, actually." Wally replied dourly.
"We really need to get you a new hobby." Hunter laughed, trying to break the ice. Even Leah and Irene were bored shitless listening to Wally's bird-watching ramblings the time they had dinner together. Despite being gay, `bird-watching' being code for perving on chicks would have been more interesting to Hunter.
"Are you calling me boring?" Wally asked.
YES!!!!! Hunter wanted to scream. But he'd spent weeks walking on eggshells around the prim man, he wasn't about to crack now. "No. Not at all." Hunter lied as he smiled.
"No VJ?" Wally asked, quickly moving on.
"Long story." Hunter replied, not wanting to bore Wally with his suspicions.
"Hmmmmmm." Wally said, poker-faced. He'd had more father/son lunches with VJ and/or Olivia in attendance than one-on-one time with Hunter. Which wasn't a bad thing - he'd been having these inexplicable urges to undress both VJ and Hunter and scatter his seeds in their nests. And something told him the boys were friendly in that they'd suck anyone's cock and bend over for them. He'd obviously been too slow to make his move on VJ. Never mind, there was still Hunter...
"Ok. Great chat. I better get to school. Need those grades so I don't end up being a basketball coach." Hunter said, taking a shot at Wally for criticising his career aspirations last time they met. Then Hunter remembered what he'd just told himself about not rocking the boat. "Sorry."
But Wally just brushed off Hunter's apology. "Listen, how about we spend the day together instead? I have to go to Adelaide...for work...so I won't have a chance to catch up for a while."
"Sure. So what do you want to do? As long as it's not bird-watching."
"Take your clothes back off." Wally ordered.
"Okay..." Hunter replied, confused but intrigued. Nudity was one way for his dad to get to know him properly. Besides, since the road trip his mates slutty ways had rubbed off on him and he was proud to show off his sexy body. "My kind of bonding." He grinned. "But I'm surprised its yours?"
"I know how to have fun too you know." Wally replied, remaining morose.
"Sure...of course you do..." Hunter replied, getting flustered by Wally's apparent inability to lighten up despite words to the contrary. "But...I'm your son...you don't seem the type to...I mean I have nothing against..."
"Oh for Pete's sake!" Wally snapped, taking Hunter aback. "I can't do this anymore. You're not my son."
"What?" Hunter replied, looking crestfallen. "But the test said..."
"I lied." Wally interjected. "I said the test was positive but I never showed you the results. You just took my word for it."
"Why? And why tell me now?" Hunter asked.
"Because I want you, Hunter. From the first day we met I've had this nagging impulse to have sex with you. I'm not a homosexual so it's bizarre. But I claimed to be your father so I could get close to you...keep you around until it happens... I've tried to fight it but you drive me crazy. I have to have you. I had to tell you the truth - I can't let you think I would condone incest."
"That's all you're worried about?!" Hunter fumed. "Like that's so much worse than leading me on, making me think I found the right dad this time?!"
But somewhere subconsciously, Hunter was flattered Wally went to such lengths for him. He may not have admitted it out loud, but his hard 9" cock sure did. Wally was almost drooling over the teen's impressive penis.
Still remaining emotionally evasive, Wally just said: "I don't normally do this, but..." He couldn't even finish his sentence before dropping to his knees and letting his mouth engulf Hunter's rod.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...yeah..." Hunter moaned instantly. "You're a natural, you sure you haven't done this before?"
Wally hadn't, but Hunter's cock was so enticing that even straight men like him were seduced by it.
Wally sucking him was unexpected, and unexpectedly good. Hunter never dreamed either of them would be so into it. Plus he'd been missing VJ's daily blowjobs. Within minutes could feel the almighty swell...
"I'm about to cum..." Hunter warned Wally as Wally quickly unglued his lips from Hunter's cock and let it fire its hot sticky mess over his face. Each creamy wave that him seemed bigger than the last, until it subsided before dribbling down his neck and staining his business shirt as it touched.
"Guess I was right, not a swallower, huh?" Hunter said.
"Correct. Now hand me your towel."
Wally wiped his face clean and dabbed the wet spots on his shirt.
Now that it was over, Wally didn't seem too enthusiastic about the experience. But that meant nothing; he was a hard man to read.
"So...did you enjoy that?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Very much so." Wally replied as he cracked a faint smile. Progress at last.
"But you're not going to let me fuck you up the ass, are you?"
"Not a chance."
Baby steps. Baby steps. Hunter silently told himself.
"No worries. So do you want to fuck me instead?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Wally replied, grinning.
"Let me help you with that." Hunter said cheekily as he helped Wally unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. For a moment Wally just gazed appreciatively at Hunter as Hunter ran his hands over Wally's bare torso. He was lean, not overly muscular, and slightly hairy. Or average. But Wally's assessment of Hunter was right: the hot teen didn't discriminate who he played with. After letting Hunter take in his first view of him shirtless, Wally's hands lost control as they explored Hunter's buff young physique. As their eyes connected again, Wally's fingers gently but seductively guided Hunter's face by the chin towards his and lightly brushed his lips over Hunter's as if he were barely kissing a platonic friend. But Hunter's lips sucked Wally's into his; forcing him to give in to his desires. After taking Hunter's cock down his throat what was a bit of tongue? Realising his feelings weren't so wrong...that kissing another man wasn't so bad, Wally quickly let loose as passion unleashed between the pair.
It was Wally who kept kissing Hunter while Hunter undid his pants and slid them down with his underwear to expose his hard 8" cock. It was shorter than Zac's, but still nice. Hunter gave it a few tugs before Wally pulled back his lips.
"So how do we do this?" He asked. "Do I have to use protection? Have you got lubricant?"
Hunter was laughing on the inside at Wally's naivety. Fucking a dude wasn't that different to fucking a chick.
"No, bareback is fine." Hunter smiled. "I like to feel guys cum inside me."
"Ok. Great." Wally smiled in return, seeming more relaxed.
"And this is all the lube you need." Hunter said as he got on his knees and wetly sucked Wally's cock to slick him up.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Wally moaned.
"Ok, you're good to go." Hunter said, stopping after a few minutes. He then got on all fours, inviting Wally to do him doggy style.
"Here goes." Wally breathed in as he pushed his way into Hunter until he was out of shaft.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Wally moaned as he breathed back out.
It wasn't long until Wally's moans turned to grunts as he revealed his true self, unleashing his inner beast as he fucked Hunter like an animal...like a predator that threatened his precious birds. He was inwardly wilder than Hunter had given him credit for, and definitely not the dud to Hunter the stud.
Like he were wresting a crocodile, Wally overturned Hunter onto his back and smashed him missionary style. Feeling himself convulse as he neared eruption, Wally gripped Hunter's pecks as if he was preparing for a crash landing and shoved his tongue down Hunter's throat.
"Ohhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Wally breathed his moans into Hunter's mouth as he gave his hole an unforgettable dose of cream.
Hunter's moans were almost like reverberations of Wally's as he felt the warmth of Wally's insemination disseminate through him.
"Well, wasn't that better than bird-watching?" Hunter grinned breathlessly.
"Yes." Wally agreed, also breathless.
"We should do that again some time."
"We should. And be sure to bring VJ next time I would like to see what he has to offer."
"Sure thing."