Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2016 14:13:58 +0200
From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com>
Subject: Bayside Bang - Part 8

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.

VJ caught up with Hunter...not that he could avoid him in the small town
that was Summer Bay. Although Hunter continued to be disappointed by things
not going to plan, he accepted...barely...that VJ wasn't ready to move back
in with him; instead staying on in the caravan he'd been living at since
their break up over Drew. Deep down VJ knew he owed Hunter his life...and
that he'd been the one to initiate a reconciliation weeks ago; yet he
couldn't help but feel if Hunter hadn't jumped at the chance to go to Paris
with Brody he would have been there to protect him from Mick.

***

It was late in the afternoon; and VJ awoke from a much needed nap as his
weary body healed. He decided to take a shower and freshen up, only to find
no hot water at the caravan park's shower block. He was always welcome at
the main house, and decided to shower there as he had to collect his
washing from Leah anyway...

***

Clean and re-energised, VJ, simply but sexily wrapped in a towel around his
waist, headed towards the laundry when a slightly drunk Duncan stumbled
through the door. VJ suddenly realised he'd forgotten all about the hero's
welcome home party, held in Duncan's honour for saving everyone's life in
the plane crash.

*When did you become so sexy?* VJ thought to himself as he and Duncan
locked eyes. As they just stared at each other, intrigued, VJ's erect pole
pushed through the towel, causing it to drop. Duncan just smiled as he
grabbed it began gently jerking it, causing VJ to moan slightly.

"We should have showered together...you know...to save water." Duncan said
cheekily. Like VJ, he'd discovered the shower block's lack of hot water so
came over to use his dad's.

With VJ's unspoken permission to play, Duncan backed VJ into the laundry,
shutting and locking the door. VJ jumped up onto the edge of the washing
machine, not realising it was on, as Duncan squatted; levelling his face
with VJ's meaty missile.

"OHHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK...." VJ moaned in heavenly
heat. Although just last night VJ had almost made Brian and Derek suffocate
on his sperm, the horny hunk was nowhere near done catching up on all those
missed loads during his kidnapping. Worse than a leaky sink, VJ quickly
found himself wet and dripping with precum. As Duncan salivatingly slurped
it up, his spit got caught in it; creating sticky threads between the tip
of his tongue and the the glossy tip of VJ's cock.

Out of nowhere, the washing machine began to finish its cycle, making VJ's
body vibrate as it spun round and round. As VJ began to tingle from head to
toe with electric excitement, he realised this was some of most orgasmic
oral he'd ever received...and he'd received a lot. But he couldn't tell if
it was the added motion, or just the excitement that it was coming from
Duncan; knowing the gasket cranky old Alf would blow if he ever found out
about the surprising, serendipitous seduction.  Duncan was sure to be
off-limits; VJ having already felt the wrath of Alf (and most of Summer
Bay) when it was discovered he'd hooked up with James on the eve of his
wedding to Roo.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK...OH FUCK...SHIT YEAH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHH" VJ
moaned as Duncan received a raging rush of relish...

Not even softening in the slightest, a still rock-hard VJ took control and
cranked up the washing machine again and bent Duncan over it as he played
pilot and pounded his plane up Duncan's tight runway, giving him a ride
better than any flight.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...YEAH..." Duncan moaned in delight.

Caught up in the idea of taking off, fuelled by VJ's turbulent thrusts and
the machine's rapid reverberations, the guys, without realising it, had
ended up on top of the machine; trembling in sexual thrill as VJ's fat
fucker flew through Duncan doggy-style.

Once again, VJ's rod, unable to wait to keep pumping loads as it sought to
regain normality, exploded; leaving hot, sticky, cummy carnage inside
Duncan...

Duncan and VJ looked at each other like naughty boys that had gotten away
with something bad as VJ unlocked the door and pushed Duncan out like the
used-up pleasure-provider he was. After what Mick had put him through, VJ,
more than ever, thought nothing of taking gratification from any hottie
that crossed his path. It made him feel powerful in the face of his hostage
horror. What was an active sex life was soon to become an addiction as he
struggled to cope. If only he would talk to Hunter about his own phase of
sex addition to mend his broken heart over VJ and Drew...

***

It was now dark outside, and Hunter, extremely horny himself, was having a
wank out in the open behind his caravan when he saw Duncan stumbling
around.

"You OK mate? Here, let me help you..." Hunter said as he led Duncan inside
his van. "Lie down, you look like you could use it." Hunter continued as he
plumped his pillows to make Duncan comfortable.

"How do you do it?" Duncan slurred.

"Do what?" Hunter asked.

"Get this shit hole of a town to forgive you for your fuck-up's..."

"Dude, everyone just had a party for you. What are you on about?"

"Yeah...there was a party...people came...but they still hate my guts after
all these years. It's dad's fault, always badmouthing me..."

"Come on mate, just lie down, you're not thinking clearly..."

"You...you're just like me..." Duncan continued, oblivious to Hunter's
attempt to be helpful. "But somehow they think the sun shines out of *your*
ass...fucking arsonist..." It was yet another case of the selective Summer
Bay memory.

"Ummmm...no...it doesn't. See?" Hunter said, pulling down his shorts and
bending over, mooning Duncan with his hot bubble butt. He didn't appreciate
Duncan's attack. It wasn't his fault everyone had ultimately chosen to
forgive him.

Duncan began to laugh. "That'd be right. You put out for them, huh? Whore."

"No, it wasn't like that."

"Bullshit!" Duncan yelled as he threw Hunter across the bed. Face down in
the bed and ass up in the air, Hunter was so deliciously tempting...

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Hunter moaned as
Duncan dunked his dick into him; rough and uninhibited. He hadn't been
fucked in days since leaving Brody in Paris, and needed it bad. Although he
was sympathetic to VJ's suffering, he still had to live in the meantime -
no amount of abstinence was going to magically bring back the VJ he knew
and loved...

"Fuck me Duncan....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck
me...yeah....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...harder...come on...smash me...fuck me
like the dirty whore you think I am..."

"Oh I'll fuck you alright!!" Duncan panted as he shoved Hunter's head into
the pillow; forcefully holding him down as he annihilated his anus.

After a while Duncan just as forcefully pulled Hunter up again like a rag
doll; yanking him far enough back for their lips to reach as they
ravenously kissed. It wasn't much longer until Duncan erupted. The guys
then flopped onto their backs and just laid there in a breathless daze. A
few minutes later they broke the post-sex silence as they smiled at each
other lovingly, happy that it had happened...