Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2016 00:38:47 +0100 From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com> Subject: Erinsborough Encounter - Part 22 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. Ethan was sorting the mail when he came across a brochure promoting the grand opening of Paul's new motel, Robinson's. "Hey, wanna try this place out?" Ethan asked Brad as he rushed through the front door after a jog. Ethan had been shared around like a hot potato between the guys of 24 Ramsay St, but after his unforgettable weekend with Brad in Adelaide when he showed up looking for Paige, Ethan's soft (or hard) spot remained for him, after all this time. "Sure. We haven't had much alone time here. But the place doesn't open for another few days." "I was thinking we could have our own private preview. Just to piss off Paul." "I like the way you think." Brad said, kissing Ethan. *** Brad didn't consider himself a criminal, even though breaking in to deserted places to fuck turned him on. Trespassing into one of the motel's rooms was even naughtier than Brad and Clem breaking in to Erinsborough High one weekend to fuck on Susan's desk; but that distant memory was not on Brad's mind with the hunky Ethan in his presence. Ethan panted excitedly as Brad threw him against the wall, pinning him as he tightly humped the young stud's crack; his 9" tool stiffening further with every grind against the blonde babe's anal atrium. If Brad got any harder his penis pipe would rupture; but fortunately that didn't happen as he energetically entered Ethan's Erinsburrow. Paul should have retained the motel's original name... "FUCK.....OHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Ethan screamed in sexual delight as Brad banged him against the wall; pounding him so hard he could feel and hear the wall shaking and vibrating with every thrust. The room was full of noise and commotion; but luckily they could make as much ruckus as they wanted with no one in the adjoining rooms to make complaints of a disturbance. "OHHHHHHHHHH...IT'S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE WE'VE FUCKED LIKE THIS!!!' Brad moaned resoundingly as he roughly reinforced his lusty, passionate desire for the sexy super hottie. "MMMMMMMMM....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...I LOVE HAVING YOU TO MYSELF...OHHHHHHHHH....JUST YOU AND I...I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF YOU ETHAN!!!!" The guys were so trapped in euphoria neither noticed the wall begin to crack under the force of their fucking... "OHHHHHHHHHH...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..." Ethan laughed as he plummeted through the collapsed wall, Brad falling on him as he continued to usurp him with urgency. Structural damage was not their first priority. Talk about an earth shattering...or wall shattering, experience. Moments later, Brad wound up his destruction of Ethan's hole as he gunned his gravy into Ethan's gorge. "We better get outta here." Ethan said as they found their clothes under the pile of rubble. "Good idea. And let's not worry about the wall, it was old anyway. It'll take more than a coat of paint to fix this dump. What the hell was my father thinking investing in this place." Brad shook his head in disgust as he slipped on his shorts. *** Josh vowed to do anything to protect his pop Doug's investment in Robinson's; even if that meant fixing the smashed wall, surrounded by horrid humidity, to restore the place in time for the grand opening in a few hours. "Man, even my balls are boiling." Josh groaned to Kyle, who he'd begged for help, as he wiped his insanely sweaty body with his singlet. They were already working in their underwear, but the steamed meat and two veg created by the cotton constraint was too much to bear. "Dude, let's just take them off too. It's not like we've got anything we haven't seen before." Kyle grinned... *** As the guys repaired there was constant eye wandering: over each other's ripped bodies...their tight asses...their hung semi-hard cocks... "I can't take this any more!" Josh said, throwing down his paintbrush and heading for the mini bar. He pulled out an ice cube and ran it down his muscled torso...over the length of his long tool; the cool contrast shooting his cock upwards as he became fully hard. "Neither can I." Kyle said as he threw Josh on the bed and shoved his tongue down his throat. Looking at the bedside clock, they realised they'd have to be quick as they got into a 69er to save time and simultaneously sucked each other off... *** "What the?!" Paul yelled as he opened the door, presenting the press with the sight of the blow-jobbing boys. As photographers and reports went wild with approval, Paul suddenly had a lightbulb moment... He'd already ripped off Lassiters' logo and tried to undercut them, why not piss them off further by copying their most successful publicity stunt? "Following my previous `Boys in a Box' campaign, I present to you `Boys in a Room'..." *** "Come on Paul, we put this place on the map." Kyle argued as Paul berated him and Josh. "I'm glad you think so," Paul replied. "Because you're going to help me keep it there." "Well I'm up for a repeat performance." Josh grinned. And why wouldn't he be, having been one half of the previous Boys in a Box duo. "Actually...I want this experience to be more interactive. Here." Paul said, tossing the guys each a pair of sexy speedos. "You're going to be Robinson's new pool boys. And you're going to give my guests the most exemplary customer service, if you get my drift..."