Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2015 20:51:55 +0100
From: jdawg69@email.com
Subject: Erinsborough Encounter - Part 16

Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction and implies nothing
about the true sexuality / personal lives of the Neighbours actors featured
in it. Their respective characters are property of the Channel 11 Australia
and Freemantle Media.

Although Aaron had done his job well, Paul still wanted to give Aaron a
special thankyou for keeping Daniel safe.

Paul had spent the evening wining and dining his bodyguard, catering to his
every gastronomical whim. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach,
but great food and alcohol aside, Aaron had genuinely started to see Paul
in a new light.

When Paul was good, he was very good; but when he was bad, he was very
bad. That night Aaron was seeing Paul's better side: that of a
sophisticated, charming older man - it was becoming clear why so many women
had been willing to become Mrs Robinson. Sure, he wasn't the hottest guy in
Erinsborough, but he wasn't in the Lou Carpenter or Harold Bishop league of
undesirability either. At 50, Paul was still doable. In fact he'd actually
improved with age.

Paul was the most hated man in Erinsborough, but his position as the
wealthiest and most powerful thrilled Aaron. A small part of Aaron was
driven by ambition, realising what Paul could do for him if he played his
cards right, when over one final drink back at the penthouse, the pair
found themselves sharing a polite kiss.

Aaron knew he was an in-demand super-stud, and guys like him could do
anything; including juggling three guys at once. Although Aaron was keen to
cement himself as Paul's toy boy, he wasn't going to do so at the expense
of Nate and Ben. He was going to have his man cakes AND eat them too.

***

Aaron felt like he was playing Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman to Paul's
Richard Gere as the pair washed off the day's dramatic events in a relaxing
bubble bath.

"What are you doing?" Aaron asked Paul as he pushed a button on a tiny
device.

"You'll see." Paul said, keeping the element of surprise. In the meantime,
he distracted Aaron as he used his foot to play with Aaron's plump balls
and cock under the warm, fragrant water.

***

After their bath, Paul led Aaron through the dark, candle-lit living room
onto the balcony. With his long string of ex-wives, Paul was no stranger to
romance. So much so that all it took was the push of a button to have one
of his staff discreetly set the mood.

"You don't need that." Paul said as he unwrapped the towel from Aaron's
waist and let it fall to the floor.

Paul briefly kissed Aaron again before turning him around and bending him
over the balcony railing. He then opened his bathrobe slightly, allowing
his hard 8" cock to protrude as he slid into Aaron.

The view was spectacular - Aaron could see all of Melbourne...it's brightly
lit skyline...but the beauty was not a soul could see Aaron as Paul's
powerful penis penetrated him - practice had definitely made perfect. He
may have lost a leg years ago, but not his ability to deliver an amazing
fuck.

"Ohhhhhhhhh....oh yeah......." Aaron moaned in enjoyment, his voice lost in
the sea of soft, surrounding noise: the sounds of music playing at The
Waterhole...the chatter of Lassiter's guests arriving and departing...and
that of those enjoying late night coffee at Harold's Cafe.

Paul had great stamina, fucking Aaron for a good two hours at least;
neither noticing the businesses below closing for the night...the square
now deserted except for the odd straggler passing through.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Paul moaned as he succumbed to orgasm, filling Aaron with his redundant
fertiliser.

"From now on you'll be sleeping in my room." Paul grinned, leading Aaron
back inside as they called it a night.

**

I haven't forgotten the mystery neighbour from the end of Chapter 15. But
until I decide who it was, the story must go on...