Date: Thu, 15 Dec 2016 13:00:08 +0100
From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com>
Subject: Bayside Bang - Part 13

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.

Between VJ and Hunter, there was history with all the Morgan brothers: VJ
with Mason and Justin; Hunter with Brody. That didn't stop them sharing a
sweet breakfast in the Morgans' family restaurant, Salt. Following the
clink of mimosa's, their hands met in the centre of the table as they
looked at each other adoringly.

*Fuck you get hotter every day.* Hunter thought to himself. And he'd known
VJ a lot of days. But just when it seemed nothing could tear his attention
away from his hot hunk of a husband, it did.

Hunter's eyes shifted sideways as Mason's curls flashed past as he headed
to the bar to sweet talk a morning freebie out of one of the
waitresses. The same curls that, along with his bulging muscles, had seen
some of the local boys brand him a hot sheep/poodle/human hybrid. Hunter
had seen Mason a million times, so was puzzled as to why his fuzziest
memory was suddenly becoming clear...

"You too?" VJ said, basically reading his husband's mind. But Hunter
remained silent, the answer not yet certain as his mind filled with flashes
of Mason in his bed...on top of him...

As VJ let Hunter process his thoughts, he recalled his own experience of
Mason taking advantage of him...

***

Before Hunter, VJ had prepared to marry Billie for the sake of the baby he
believed to be his, until the truth finally set him free to find his true
love. The paternity scandal hadn't turned him gay; he'd long been into
other guys so what happened on his buck's night wasn't that bad. Actually
it wasn't bad at all. It was classic VJ...if only he weren't too drunk to
properly enjoy it...

It all began with Ash taking VJ to Salt for a few quiet beers. Before long,
the bay's newest bromance (and friendship with benefits), Mason and Matt,
invited themselves along to spice up the uneventful night. Beers turned
into shots, and before long, VJ was stumbling around the beach as the guys
laughed at him, unable to handle his booze as well as they could.

"Any more and he'll marry the wrong Ashford!" Mason joked as Ash playfully
slapped him. If only Mason knew Ash and VJ had already fooled around last
year...

Then they suddenly noticed VJ was gone.

"I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!" They heard VJ yell as they saw him standing
on a surfboard laying on top of the lifesaver buggy. Before they could stop
him, VJ dived headfirst into the sand and passed out. But before the
pranksters took him the hospital and plastered up his `broken' arms for
shits and giggles, they decided to have some other fun with him first.

With VJ going nowhere, the boys primed him for their use as they stripped
him naked.

"You do the honours, brother-in-law". Mason said as he and Matt watched Ash
barge into VJ's tight tunnel. Mason followed with a second powerful
pounding, before Matt finished with another dominant drilling; all 3
triple-treating VJ's face and body to a sticky spunk shower. Between the
thumping hangover VJ would have, and now a sore ass too, were the guys
*trying* to prevent the wedding to keep VJ for themselves? It didn't
matter, as Billie ended up a runway bride anyway...

***

 Back in the present, Hunter began filling in the gaps and piecing together
his night in question. VJ had been away in the city attending a job
interview while Hunter, feeling too sorry for himself that he'd failed year
12 to join him, got drunk with the caravan park schoolies instead. Hunter
was so off his face that Matt and Evie, who were running a safety zone
marquee for the influx of celebrating graduates, had to help him to a van
and put him to bed. He remembered wanting to throw up and begging for a
bucket, but Matt was too busy having a straight moment as he and Evie
decided to pash then and there...

Mason, who was keen to rekindle the sexual side of his friendship with Evie
despite panting after Olivia, had witnessed the scene, aware of Hunter's
state and his alone status. The side effect of his witness protection
ordeal was sexual fluidness. Having to get off whenever he could, however
he could, he'd grown to fuck anything on legs; girls, boys and anyone in
between.

Mason almost salivated at the gorgeous sight of Hunter curled up in a ball,
looking too cute as he snoozed like a baby. He almost didn't want to
disrupt the image, but other parts of his body were in greater need than
his eyes.

He gently rolled Hunter onto his back before attempting to pull off his
tank top. But when Hunter's tangled arms proved too much of a struggle,
Mason simply ripped it off him instead. He visually and orally admired his
hot body as he groped Hunter's package like he was kneading dough. But as
Hunter's erection made that dough stiff and unworkable, Mason pulled down
his shorts before taking the throbbing 9" meat into his mouth; sucking him
in his sleep.

Hunter barely stirred; the only sign of life the gallon of white gravy that
surged from his stimulated cock. Desperate for more, Mason attempted to
extract another load, this time with his ass as he roughly rode Hunter like
a bull at the rodeo. And why not fuck him too? He was there for the taking,
and Mason had already helped himself to plenty. The last trace of foreign
cum in his ass had well and truly dried up by the time Hunter finally
awoke; his pulled down shorts and ripped apart top the only tell-tale signs
of a mystery guest...

***

"Should we let him get away with it?" Hunter asked VJ. VJ knew he'd been
right.

"No way." VJ grinned as he and Hunter kissed.

***

Hunter picked the lock of the Morgans' back door as they broke in and crept
past a disinterested Buddy. Some guard dog.

After poking their heads into a few rooms they located Mason, asleep at his
desk; his head slumped inside a medical textbook.

"Guys?! What the?! Come on!" Mason screamed in unexpected surprise as he
jolted awake at his body being dragged to his bed. But VJ and Hunter
proceeded to strip him before simultaneously slamming their steely shlongs
into him; dually dicking his ass.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK..." Mason
yelled, having never been fucked so generously; his opening stretched so
wide he thought he'd split up the middle.

"That's what you get for exploiting us, you sly dog." Hunter informed him
as he and VJ unmercifully thrashed their tools through Mason.

*Damn.* Mason thought, thinking he'd gotten away with using Hunter. As for
VJ, he wasn't the only one that night. Why was he bearing the brunt of his
`anger'? He reconciled it as a new(ish) boy in town initiation. Or just
plain irresistible. He'd been merely curious; not keen to halt the
hammering. It was a little bit of a shock to the system, but too hot to
stop.

"Hope you like facials." Hunter laughed as he pulled out and basted Mason's
face with his blasting boy cream. VJ continued a little while longer before
matching the milk on Mason's face with his own eruption.

"Next time, call us first." VJ said, his insistence on giving permission to
be penetrated part of the sex game they were playing - kind of like how he
and Hunter used to `rape' each other in hatred as their schemes against
other got more elaborate. He and Hunter then dressed and left the way they
came, not noticing Brody and Justin lurking in the hallway's shadows...

"I think THEY need to be taught a lesson." Justin grunted as Brody nodded
in agreement; hot `revenge' on both their minds. Nobody broke into their
house and abused their baby brother like that...