Date: Tue, 1 Nov 2016 21:45:53 +0100
From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com>
Subject: Bayside Bang - Part 9

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.

"Fuck you, piece of shit!" VJ cursed, thumping the steering wheel of his
`new' car...or bomb. He needed wheels, but what little money he had went
towards supporting a baby that ended up not being his. The only piece of
junk he could afford did have one redeeming factor though: the back seat
and what could happen on it...

He could have been fucked for funds, but who in Summer Bay was going to pay
for the pleasure when they'd already had him for free? Despite his best
persuasions, the answer was certainly not Dr. Nate and his impressive
salary; nor a somehow newly cashed-up Zac with his fancy mansion, toy boy
Tank and a series of sexy visitors to their basement jail
cell. Whatever. He'd find a way to make do. Beginning with phoning his
personal mechanic, Ash, to work his magic...

*** "Ah, what seems to be the problem mate?" VJ heard a deep, bass-like
voice approach. He'd been leaning back against the hood of the car, almost
posed, with his elbows rested on the dull blue metal, and one foot on the
ground as the other sat perched on the bumper - he was the type of guy who
could make waiting around casually look so sexy and perfect. Especially
when he did so shirtless; sun baking as he awaited Ash. Except it wasn't
Ash, and VJ stood up to answer Justin Morgan.

"Everything." VJ replied, frustrated. Frustrated over the car breaking down
yet again. And frustrated Ash wasn't there to take his frustration out
on. His cock could beat Ash's ass to a pulp right now. Yet he couldn't help
but smile when Justin just gave him his usual dopey look, reminding him of
Huckleberry Hound.

As Justin worked to fix the car, VJ stood to the side; his strong hands
causing his beige slim fit chino shorts to droop even lower around his taut
waist as they rested in his pockets, revealing the waistband of his black
trunks. Justin snuck looks; wishing he was tinkering inside those pants
instead of a decrepit old crap box. At the same time, VJ admired Justin's
shoulder and upper-arm muscles popping as he wrenched this and spannered
that. Although Justin was like a watered-down version of Andy Barrett, he
was still hot, albeit a few degrees below hell's temperature.

VJ imagined himself sneaking up on Justin from behind; slipping his hands
up the front of his white singlet, slowly slipping it up and off him as his
hands ascended the rocky mountains that were Justin's abs and pecks. He
then visualised unbuttoning Justin's navy blue work pants; letting them
drop as he reached for the ultimate tool...

"VJ? Hello?" Justin said in a monodrone, waving the palm of his greasy hand
in front of VJ's glazed blue eyes, trying to get his attention.

"Sorry, what?" VJ finally responded.

"Your *car's* a lost cause." Justin said, emphasising the word to use the
term loosely. "There's nothing I can do about it out here, so want a ride
back into town and I'll send for the tow truck?"

VJ was again unresponsive. But this time he wasn't fantasising about
Justin. Those simple words "want a ride" suddenly triggered traumatic
memories of his kidnapping. It was what Mick had said tauntingly to him
before snatching him off the sidewalk...it was what Brian and Derek said
before they grabbed and groped him in their car... Ordinarily that would
have turned VJ right on, but having just escaped Mick's evil clutches, he'd
been in the wrong headspace...a headspace he remained trapped in despite
trying to forget by drowning himself in hot sex... Possessed by his yo-yo
emotions, VJ assumed Justin was out to rape him too.

"Not this time." VJ said, pre-empting Justin; controlling him and taking
back his power as HE called the shots - starting with hurling Justin across
the back seat.

"What the hell dude?!" Justin exclaimed in bewilderment. But VJ savagely
stripped Justin naked, then himself, before sitting his straddling,
strapping self on Justin's 8.5" pole. Gone was any confusion as hot lust
filled Justin's body; hardening his cock for VJ's use.

"How's THAT for a ride!" VJ yelled as he thrusted with temper, almost
self-slaughtering himself as he violently packed Justin's pepperoni up his
poop chute.

"Dude, I love a rough power bottom as much as the next bloke, but at this
rate you're gonna break my cock!" Justin panted as intense sexual adrenalin
kicked in. But VJ tempted fate, smiling as he continued to ride Justin
insanely hard. He refused to ease up; by the time he was finished with
Justin's cock he'd be too exhausted to try it on with him. VJ then pulled
Justin into a hot, stormy kiss; his tongue thundering down Justin's throat
as it made its dark, dirty intentions clear. Despite VJ's attraction to
Justin, it was obvious he was motivated by power first, pleasure last. Yet
the longer it went on, the more these lines became blurred; making neither
hunk willing to stop.

As well was rough, the sex was rowdy; the reason behind it irrelevant as it
made them moan loud and passionate like wounded bulls.  Amidst the barrage
of back and forth "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"-ing, the erotically
engaged studs eventually noticed Ash peering cheekily through the
window. He'd finished up at the garage, making time to help VJ despite
sending Justin in his place earlier.

VJ barely paused as he flung the door open, inviting Ash inside to join
them. Within seconds, Ash literally added fuel to the fire, amplifying VJ
and Justin's vocal expressions of gratification while throwing his own in
the mix; his cock challenging Justin's to a dicklicious internal jousting
match.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SHIT YEAH....."
"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK..."

Justin felt the strength of Ash's formidable fuck stick; a mighty muscle in
itself, as it poked his while they made VJ double-penetrated. The sexy
scene was reminiscent of VJ's double-dicked days with Nate and Zac, right
down to one fucker belonging to a dark-haired bad boy and the other
attached to a hot blonde; giving VJ the best of both world's in an
unofficial hair colour battle that proved blondes didn't have more fun. But
Justin proved himself a worthy opponent, giving as good as he got as they
jointly gave VJ another notch on his belt. Though many of his previous ones
already came from Ash singularly.

After a long head start, it wasn't long before Justin's rod was the first
to rupture at the added stimulation of Ash's slick, lubricated stick
provoking it inside VJ's tight passage. As the last man standing, Justin's
hot lava engulfed Ash's fat meat; forming a thick, creamy layer around it
as he sloshed it through VJ's moist, sticky, leaking back door like a pig
in mud.

Soon after Ash exploded; sentencing his sperm to certain death as he sent
them flying into the great unknown that was VJ's anal universe. Panting in
satisfaction, he then knocked knuckles with his bro Justin before kissing
him as a symbol of a job, or a stud, well done.

Justin was spent; VJ's mission accomplished. But he wasn't leaving without
blowing his own horny load; laying across both the sexy grease monkeys as
he flogged his log. Pinned by VJ's weighty muscle-ridden body, Justin and
Ash rubbed him; Justin taking over his perfect, ripped and rippled torso
while Ash explored his inner thighs. The touch of the hot mechanics'
strong, manly hands over his soft, smooth flesh sent electrifying currents
of raunchy electricity throughout him, helping him cum before long.

Although VJ felt safe after giving Justin what he perceived he wanted from
him, he went with his trusted friend Ash back into town. What just happened
had happened, and it was hot and fun, but didn't require comment or further
discussion between them; the guys instinctively shelving the encounter in
their private file of dirty little secrets...


NEXT: VJ and Hunter finally get the help they need as they hotly reunite...