Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2016 22:11:17 +0100
From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com>
Subject: Bayside Bang - Part 14

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.

**I always love the flashbacks in soaps. When I started this story I said
it would refer to events that happened in my other stories, tying them all
together. I think this chapter does so more than the others so far, so I
will be including annotations on the specific stories/chapters to read if
you want to know more about the events that did actually happen sometime,
somewhere in my universe...**

Health Braxton considered himself one of the straightest guys on the
planet. But as he inhaled the fresh, salty sea air while sharing beers with
Ash on Salt's balcony to toast his return, he recalled how Summer Bay
tended to bring out his inner homo. First, there was the fucking of his
prankster-turned-tutor Dex Walker [Revenge of Summer Bay Nerds Chapter
1]. Then there'd been his penile payment to Harley's babysitter VJ, which
escalated into a hell-hot triple fucking alongside Kyle and Jett [VJ Cums
of Age Chapter 16]. Now, his cock craved the anus of a stud he watched play
rugby on the grassy stretch below.

He suspected Ash and his brother Brax had been involved in jail; and he was
interested in getting some Ashford ass sometime. But for now, his sights
were set on the sexy stranger...

*** After a few more beers Heath, with Ash tagging along, plucked up the
courage to chat the dude up. After enough small talk, Heath introduced
himself.  "Tank." The guy replied, shaking Heath's extended hand. Tank and
Ash barely knew each other; just enough that no introduction was needed
there. But Tank had changed a lot during the months he'd barely left his
and Zac's fuck shack. It was actually a mansion, but that didn't have the
same ring to it. He must have been working out insanely hard, because he'd
bulked up heaps. And while Heath had lost most of his tattoo's, Tank had
gained a few overly his newly buff body that resembled his name more than
ever. Heath couldn't wait to get him out of the black footy shorts he was
wearing. [Check out Reece Milne's instagram (@reecemilne) for the pics that
inspired me to include Tank in this chapter. They're fairly recent and
you'll know them as soon as you see them. You're welcome :p]

But before Heath could slowly segue into propositioning Tank, Sergeant
McCarthy strolled past on his routine patrol.  "You boys better not be
getting up to any mischief." He said sternly, concerned that a gathering of
3 of the bay's baddest boys had to mean trouble was brewing.  "Mischief?
What us? Pft!" Ash scoffed. He and Kat's boss had several run-ins during
what seemed like an obsession to nail him. Not in the ass. Or maybe. In any
case, he wasn't Ash's type. But then again, who expected VJ to let his
predecessor Emerson fuck him either? [Hating Hunter Chapter 13].  "Just
know that I'm watching you boys..." He replied, shooting them a look of
warning before leaving them alone.

Having been in prison, cops were Tank's least favourite people. Suddenly he
felt in the mood to rough one up, even if it was someone old but not
completely lacking in ok looks like McCarthy... He shot Heath and Ash a
`follow my lead' look as they trailed behind McCarthy; their stance loutish
as they prepared to show him what mischief *really* was. Tank had an idea
of how he intended this to play out, recalling the night he and his mates
ganged up on Oscar and banged him [Revenge of Summer Bay Nerds Chapter
3]. Although Oscar had died and was no longer there for Tank's torment,
leopards never changed their spots...

Once away from any witnesses, Heath lifted off his shirt before pulling it
around McCarthy's head, blindfolding him. They then hauled him into the
bush before stripping him and using his handcuff's to secure him to a tree;
the bark scraping his arms as he found himself practically hugging the
large trunk.

Ash and Heath watched like wolves eyeing their prey as Tank put on
McCarthy's cop hat; a perfect pairing with the silver aviator sunglasses he
was already wearing. Playing cop, Tank showed McCarthy who was in charge
now as he circled him; slapping his ass until it began turning red. He then
picked up a fallen branch; treating like a baton as he teased McCarthy's
ass hole with it. But something better was about to be shoved inside.

"Argh!" McCarthy winced in pain as Tank viciously thrust into him.  "Oh
don't tell me it's your first time Sarge." Tank laughed tauntingly. "Surely
you aren't used to being the one to do the fucking. Maybe you're just a
cocksucker. I know how you dirty cops are. Nothing innocent about ya."
"Hmmm I bet." McCarthy muttered through gritted teeth, taking a shot back
at Tank, referring to his obvious stint in the clink.  Tank boxed his
ears. "Lucky there's 3 of us to stretch you good." He sneered, getting in
the final word.

***

"Just as I thought." Tank laughed, grabbing McCarthy's cock as he continued
to thrash his tight tunnel. All 8" of it were rock hard; a measure of his
enjoyment despite protests to the contrary. Tank then began jerking it,
hoping to make the cop cum. Not because he gave a toss about the law
enforcer's load; but because he knew it would be humiliating to cum at the
hands of a convicted felon. But McCarthy was equally determined to restrain
himself from giving Tank the satisfaction.

"$50 one of you sucks his cock." Tank yelled, hoping to up the ante. Heath
and Ash looked at each other as if they were trying to decide who'd do
grandma's bikini wax. It certainly wouldn't be Heath: he believed Braxton
dick purely dominated. When it came to other guys he never kissed, sucked
or even touched. Except that night his dick ground against Kyle's and
Jett's while they were all crammed up VJ's ass together. But that was too
hot to not participate in. And he'd given VJ what he thought of as a
brotherly massage. That night he'd been appalled Kyle sucked VJ and
threatened to disown him if he swallowed. Kyle felt he was breaking some
Braxton bro code just kissing VJ goodnight. If only they'd known Brax had
broken all the rules with VJ...[VJ Cums of Age Chapter 6].

"Guys! Come on. I wanna see him cum!" Tank demanded menacingly. After
losing 3 rounds of scissors paper rock, Ash knelt in front of McCarthy. As
he eyed the cobra taking a good hard look at him, he realised McCarthy
actually had quite a nice cock; willingly taking it into his mouth. Heath's
facial expression said what he was thinking: *whatever floats your boat*;
still wanking as he watched...

"Wait, is that moaning I hear?" Tank again taunted McCarthy; his cock
engulfed by Ash's throat undeniably hot...

*** Tank's tank blew up, firing a cum storm up McCarthy's chute while the
cop still held off. Obviously needing extreme stimulation, Heath crashed
through his pipe; taking over the one-sided thrusting tournament as Tank
leaned against the tree, waiting to see McCarthy erupt. Although it was
slow, it had to happen eventually.

Turned on more by the game than the player, Heath blasted into McCarthy
next; his protein pool the push McCarthy needed to uncontrollably let his
lava loose. Ash, recognising the familiar swell, ejected McCarthy's meat
from his mouth as he took a semen shower.

"Woah. That's some load. And you `hated' that." Tank laughed. Just as hips
don't lie, neither do sperm. But McCarthy wasn't finished with yet, as Ash
had to have his turn...

Tank placed McCarthy's hat on Ash's head as he assaulted McCarthy's
ass. Then McCarthy's radio began to crackle inside the pocket of his
tossed-aside pants. Tank simply stomped on it, smashing it to pieces as he
laughed.

"I think he's got it covered." Heath said, leading Tank away to finally
fuck him elsewhere in the bush...

*** "I think you're loaded more than your gun now." Ash laughed as he came,
adding his dick-spit to Tank and Heath's castoff cream.

"Fuck!" Ash exclaimed in surprise as he turned to see Constable Neal
Stevenson pleasuring himself as he perved on the crim controlling his
boss. He'd been sent to track down the sarge when he failed to answer his
now broken radio; a task he was now glad to have been given...

"I'll take it from here." Neal said as slammed into McCarthy; giving him
his 4th serve of shlong in a row.  "Stevenson!" McCathy hissed. "You do
this and you're fired! You'll never work on the force again!"  "Well I
guess I'm fired then." He responded; unhesitating for even a moment as he
kept cock-crushing his boss' insides... Obviously the Sexaholics Anonymous
meetings weren't helping...

*** After Neal came he unlocked McCarthy's cuffs.  "Thanks." McCarthy
grunted, not really meaning it. Was he meant to be grateful after being
brutally banged by a gang that now included one of his own? But Neal
remained silent as he and Heath dragged him closer to the road.  "I'm ok to
walk, I don't need your help even though I feel like the orient express has
passed through me."  Neal and Ash looked at each other, smiling at the
thought of their thick 9" cocks being compared to a massive train. They
continued leading McCarthy, not helping him at all but planning one final
act of humiliation; again handcuffing him to a tree, but this time from
behind as the front of his body faced the road for observant passers to
see.  "It'd be a shame not to show off that beautiful cock." Ash said
sarcastically as he and Neal laughed before walking away, leaving a naked,
cuffed McCarthy to be found by someone...anyone...

*** Meanwhile:

Zac was walking his dog through the bush when he spied Heath fucking
Tank. Zac wasn't a possessive partner, but when it came to his arch nemesis
shoving stick in his man's slot...

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Zac bellowed, it unclear which
guy the question was directed at.  "Fuck off and mind your business
Macguire!" Heath retorted.  "You fucking my boyfriend kinda is my
business."  "Like you fucking my wife."  "I never fucked Bianca. And as
we've both told you a million times, SHE tried to kiss ME." It was unlike
Zac to use such colourful language about a lady, but there was no Mr Nice
Guy when it came to dealing with Heath.

Heath just shook his head, trying to contain his anger as he continued
flogging Tank with his fat fucker. "Dude, what do you see in this loser?"
"I'll show you exactly what he sees." Zac replied confidently as he
stripped, showing off his shredded physique, his long 9" rod...

"What? You want me to fuck you too?" Heath asked. "OK. I'll bite. But not
until I've creamed your hot-ass bitch."  "Take your time." Zac smiled
fakely as he beat his meat. As much as Heath pushed his buttons he couldn't
deny Heath was a sexy stud. Heath secretly felt same way about Zac; his
naked presence pushing Heath over the edge as his sauce surged, filling the
tank with fuck fuel.

"Alright MacGuire, bend over!" Heath ordered. But having worked in a jail,
Zac didn't just give in to demands; instead deciding to make Heath the
bitch as he grabbed him and gave him his first man-to-man kiss.

Heath shoved Zac away as he scowled angrily and wiped Zac's saliva from his
lips. But Zac just tried again, Heath giving in this time as he realised
male tongue wasn't so bad.  *Damn you MacGuire!* Heath thought as he
allowed Zac of all guys to soften him.

Heath was almost possessed; unsure why he was melting like putty in Zac's
hot hands...why repressed cravings were suddenly coming to the surface as
he actively encouraged Zac to hammer him. Grabbing onto a large tree
branch, Heath lifted himself up as if he were doing pull ups at the gym and
wrapped his legs around Zac as the hunky teacher thrust into Heath's
airborne anal passage.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK..." Heath
screamed; Zac hitting his hole a bit hard for someone in the process of
surrendering their V Card. But still the tough guy despite letting his
guard down, Heath pushed through the initial pain before beginning to enjoy
what he'd been missing. Zac had once been the tough jailbird himself -
perhaps that was why he and Heath rubbed each other up the wrong way...or
why they were so horny for each other. Maybe Zac's age was a factor; Heath
finding teenage boys pretty but too moronic for his liking. But this wasn't
the time for self analysis.

Eventually dropping back to the ground, Heath then got on his knees and
started sucking Zac, forgetting that the tool in his mouth had just been up
his ass.  "Tell me when you're gonna cum." Heath said as he suddenly
stopped. "I don't want your swimmers floating around my stomach." Zac
promised he'd alert Heath to his impending explosion and the river boy
resumed slurping Zac's hard shaft.

With Heath in a more accessible position, Tank knelt behind him and
strongly sunk his shlong into his freshly busted cherry; showing him what
it was like to simultaneously receive cock at both ends. Heath hated to
admit it but he loved being slutty for once instead of just treating his
tricks like common whores.

It wasn't much longer before Zac and Tank ruptured; leaving their hot,
milky loads on and in Heath. Heath wasn't about to gush out loud about his
pleasurable experience; but the smile on his face as he turned to look back
at Zac and Tank as they left together in the opposite direction saying more
than words could: that their cocks needed another play date...