Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2016 22:13:49 +0100
From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com>
Subject: Bayside Bang - Part 10

Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction and implies nothing
about the true sexuality / personal lives of the Home and Away actors
featured in it. Their respective characters are property of the Seven
Network, Australia.

There's nothing wrong with having hot, random sex; and lots of it. VJ had
been taking a different dick every day, every which way, like a servant
taking orders from a demanding boss. But he'd come to realise his serial
sex was for all the wrong reasons, admitting he had an unhealthy
addiction. After opening up to Hunter, Hunter confessed he'd been doing the
same to cure the continual heartbreak VJ unintentionally seemed to cause
him despite their feelings. Beginning to get their lives back on track and
mend their shattered relationship, they agreed to support each other and
attend a sex addicts anonymous meeting...

***

VJ and Hunter were slightly uncomfortable as they entered the small
gathering, not knowing what to expect. As they scanned the room they
spotted some familiar faces. One was that of Constable Neal Stevenson: the
dark haired cop often seen in the background completing paper work at the
station or making the occasional arrest, but whom no-one knew much about
[*This is him:
http://www.couriermail.com.au/news/queensland/home--away-star-michele-mattiuzzi-draws-on-australian-federal-police-training-for-role/news-story/8a131e3c47afad359bd25f3688f3ea34]

Another was Dr Nate.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" VJ asked him curiously.

"I'm the convenor. Is that going to be a problem?"

The guys responded no. They trusted Nate, even though they hadn't
previously spoken to him in a professional capacity. Nate licked his lips
in anticipation. Although he held a position of responsibility, he was only
human; the hotness of some of the guys who attended not going unnoticed. He
loved his voluntary, spare time role; getting to listen to guys describe
every dirty detail of their sexcapades. Some of the recounts were illicitly
inspiring. And if he was lucky, meetings turned into new encounters. His
success rate of actually helping guys the way he was meant to was almost
non-existent, but his meetings were the only ones available for the entire
Northern Districts region. They were also one of the best kept secrets,
helping them remain intimate affairs.

Then something caught Hunter's eye. As he turned his head, he noticed Drew
Panton suddenly enter the room.

"What the hell's he doing here?!" Hunter burst.

"It's part of his bail conditions." Neal replied, having overheard.

"Bail?" VJ asked curiously.

"I got busted for breaking into houses and fucking guys in their sleep."
Drew said as he approached them and invited himself to the conversation.

"No surprise there." Hunter said sarcastically, narrowing his eyes as he
fired daggers at his enemy. "So how many other boyfriends did you steal?"

"I'm sensing some tension here..." Nate said, trying to diffuse the
situation from escalating. He'd heard rumours about what went down but
neither of his friends had confided in him.

"No shit Sherlock." Hunter replied, rolling his eyes.

Nate brushed off Hunter's rudeness and offered him one piece of sage
advice: "The only way to solve your problems is to face them head on."

Hunter simply screwed his face. Nate excused himself to commence the
meeting...

***

The meeting was proving to be unproductive; everyone perving on each other
and fidgeting in anxiety - all they wanted to do was re-enact the stories
so far and get off.

"OK. Stop. This is getting us nowhere." Nate said, halting the
meeting. "Now get your cocks out boys. We're going to release all our inner
tensions, calm ourselves down, THEN proceed." Nate continued, unzipping his
pants as he led the way...

"Mmmmmm, no wonder Lindsay wanted that thing stalking her pussy." Drew
said; his eyes zeroing in on Hunter's thick, 9" pole. Hunter was sure Drew
was only trying to rile him up, but Drew was serious about getting some of
that sausage in him.

"And no wonder you couldn't resist my boyfriend." Hunter responded, jerking
VJ's cock as he shoved his tongue down his throat for show. As Hunter
watched for Drew's reaction out the corner of his eye, he observed the huge
pole that VJ had dumped him for. It was the first time he'd seen it; being
it was shoved so far up VJ's ass the last time they were in a room
together...

Then Hunter remembered Nate's earlier advice. It was time to face Drew head
on...fuck him head on...slam the shit out of him to teach him the lesson he
should have months ago. Even if it didn't magically banish his demons, it
was still worth a try.

Hunter grabbed Drew by the scruff of the neck and dragged him over to an
old desk in the corner of the room and threw him across it as VJ helped
strip him naked. Fuelled by hatred and anger, Hunter wrapped his hands
around Drew's neck - firmly but not hard enough to actually strangle him
(despite the temptation); steadying himself as he thrusted his throbbing
tool between Drew's positioned legs and into his hot hole. At the same
time, VJ forcefully veered his viper down Drew's tongue tarmac...

Meanwhile...

Nate loved to show off his amazing body, and rightfully so. Smiling
cheekily at the rest of the guys, he removed his shirt. His abs were so
hard everyone's eyeballs felt like they'd hit a brick wall just looking at
them.

"That's it guys, keep going...jerk it all out..." Nate directed as he
resumed masturbating his meat. His erection was so tight he could almost
push the length of it out another half inch, giving him 9.5" to play
with...

But as scaldingly captivating as Nate was, the guys became distracted by
Hunter and VJ's serving, or rather, slamming, of justice. Wanting in on the
action, they descended upon the torrid threeway like a horny army ready to
quench their lust. This was the wrong place for the teens to sort out their
issues just between themselves.

The guys swaggered over like a bunch of frisky frat brothers; hands
tangling as they rubbed Nate's superhuman muscles...groped his ass...and
tugged his tool as they followed their studly leader. Nate managed to sneak
a quick wank of Neal's brutish baton; picking him as his favourite. But
first, hot teenage dreams had to be lived.

The desk dwellers were so wrapped up in themselves that they hadn't noticed
the cavalry of hard cocks coming at them. Not out of arrogance, but focus
as Hunter especially flogged Drew. His entire body was one sexy spaz
attack; shaking wildly to the point he almost passed out. But he held in
there; his and VJ's hands gripping strongly in sportsmanship...and a show
of possessiveness; as fucking towards a common goal stirred up old feelings
they thought had been lost forever. They'd never been prouder of each other
as they bashed up Drew's insides.

"Go boys!"

"Yeah...spit roast the prick! Woot!"

Some of the guys cheered them on.

Motivated, VJ and Hunter continued to eye each other in countenance as they
pushed harder. Their bodies, from the head down, were so soaked with sweat
their hair product was beyond melted; Hunter's flattened hair making him
look cute while VJ resembled a crazed Tarzan - his long hair almost
covering his face and swishing sexily as he thrust.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Hunter
moaned even louder as Nate began fucking him from behind.

At the same time, VJ felt his ass being plugged by a raging rod. His and
Hunter's hands slipped apart as Hunter fell back against Nate's strong,
supportive chest. Nate's hands, although feeling amazing on his chest, did
little to soothe his pounding heart as held the hot potato who's ass he was
mashing. As this was going on, Neal stood on the desk, pointing his big
bulbous-headed bazooka at VJ's mouth level. VJ's lips latched onto the
bait, swallowing the incoming shlong like the slutty stud that he
was. Another of the guys liked Neal's style, taking the same approach with
Hunter's mouth...

***

After vicious cascades of cum flowed at all points of cock contact, Hunter
pushed Drew off the desk and replaced him with Nate like a rolling
production line. A hunky blonde sandwich was formed: Nate the filling and
Hunter and VJ the bread as their cocks stuffed him from both ends like a
Thanksgiving turkey. Neal's cock became the new one in Hunter's ass as one
of the other guys forcefully inserted himself into VJ's pipe.

As the rest of the guys continued to become intimately acquainted, Drew
stayed on the floor as he recovered. He wasn't game to even look at Hunter
and VJ, let alone plant his penis in one of the other guys, afraid the
former would literally finish him off after he'd almost suffered death by
dick...

***

The meeting ended with hot farewell kissing between the guys as they
departed. VJ and Hunter hadn't expected their teaming up against Drew to be
so therapeutic, but feeling normal again, they left together, unsure which
one of their beds they'd be sharing that night, just that they were going
to be together...somewhere...anywhere...

COMMING SOON: A former, previously unwritten about, Summer Bay teen
returns...