Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2016 00:24:02 +0200 From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com> Subject: Bayside Bang - Part 4 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. CHAPTER 4: Hunter Hunts Hunter was sluggish as he struggled to swim laps at the rock pool while training for this year's surf carnival - he'd just left the mansion after spending the night with Andy. Cock was always the cure for a broken heart... *Ah, stuff it.* Hunter thought to himself as he realised the only thing he was achieving was slowly burning calories and decided to call it a day. As he climbed out the pool he was checked out by a couple of guys on their morning jog. Hunter smiled back at them, but in the split second it took him to grab his towel they had sailed past. Never mind, there were plenty more studs on the beach... After drying himself off, Hunter paused as he pulled his board shorts from his gym bag. He'd just been perved on in his speedo - why did he need to smuggle his smugglers under his boardies for the walk back to the beach? If he showed off a bit more he could quickly and easily find his next dose of dick. Given a confidence boost, Hunter threw on his sneakers, tossed his boardies back in his bag and headed across the sand... As Hunter prowled for a pounding, he spotted the lifeguard on duty: Chris Harrington... *** "Oi! Wake up sleepy head!" Chris said, prodding Hunter as he found him sprawled across both seats of the beach cart. Hunter had been waiting for Chris, plotting to get a `rise' out of him. Since briefly sharing a room at Irene's after Hunter confessed to the fire, they'd somewhat become friends. They hadn't thought about each other sexually, but now that Hunter was quickly becoming addicted to ass bashings, he didn't care where his next fix came from. "Make me." Hunter replied playfully. "Come on. Move it!" "Only if you fuck me." Hunter opened one eye as he smiled cheekily at Chris. Chris considered the tempting offer for a few moments before making his decision. "Ok. But you better hope no one drowns!" Chris jumped in the cart as Hunter slid over to the passengers side, before speeding up the beach as he rushed to tend to the emergency that was his need to get off. Chris was often charming at first, but ultimately drove potential bed buddies away as he either put his foot in his mouth or blabbed on too much. But despite often striking out, Chris considered himself an expert. Now was his chance to put his money where is mouth is and prove he really knew how to hit the (g) spot... *** As Chris pulled up in a secluded spot, Hunter turned around, kneeled on the seat, pulled his speedo down and wiggled his ass at him. He quickly threw off his uniform and provided the weiner Hunter's tight buns begged for as he slammed his sausage into Hunter's hot hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh...." Hunter moaned, thrilled to be taking another tool barely hours after his last. Like an alcoholic taking a desperate sip of booze, Chris' cock powerfully poking through his sweet pink donut took away the edge... "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmmmm...fuck your ass feels amazing..." Chris moaned as he slapped it. "Nah ah..." Hunter said as he grabbed Chris' hand and guided it over his balls and throbbing cock. Despite already feeling a trickle of sap as his fingers passed over Hunter's leaking head, Chris pulled his hand away and spit in his palm before returning to polish Hunter's steel pole. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm...getting it nice and ready to suck..." Hunter moaned. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm...can't wait." Chris replied. "Unless I make you cum first." "We'll see. I'll hold off just so I can feel your lips around my big cock...fill your mouth with all my super hot jizz...I'm gonna bang your throat so hard your tonsils will explode...you won't be able to talk for days - the bay won't know what's hit it hahaha..." "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...stop...you're gonna make me cum already..." Hunter's dirty talk was turning him on big time. "But by the way, you're not gonna be able to *walk* for days either after I'm done drilling you with the Chrisinator...I'm gonna bust your prostate like a balloon..." Chris could feel the cum churning in his shaft; his own dirty talk turning himself on further - unsurprising as he liked the sound of his own voice. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....I'm gonna blow...prepare to be annihilated...fuckkkkkkkkk...." Chris' glue factory ka-boomed; permeating Hunter's pipe with penis paste galore. *** Hunter sat on the narrow dashboard, his tall body just fitting under the roof as his spread legs acted as an open invitation for Chris. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...suck it...show me how good you can use your mouth for something other than talking..." Hunter moaned. Chris' eyes smiled as they looked up at Hunter, watching him savour the sucking while bobbing back and forth on his baton. As the momentum built, Hunter became more controlling as he grabbed Chris' head and began face fucking him to maximise his pleasure. "Think I've found the perfect gag for you hahahaha..." Hunter had been ready to cum in Chris' hand; the sexy sucking almost like borrowed time. As much as Hunter wanted his stick to stay in Chris' mouth forever, his load couldn't last any longer. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh....fuck...yesssssssssssssssssssssssss..." Hunter moaned as he repeatedly shot Chris in the throat; pelting his pipes with an avalanche of his hot man honey... *** Chris' radio crackled as it started to receive an incoming message. "We better head back." Chris said regretfully. "Sure." Hunter smiled. He'd got what he came for... "Just one more thing..." he added, hotly kissing Chris. "Thanks, I really needed that." "Anytime." NEXT: A homemade porn video is created...