Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2016 00:01:22 +0200
From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com>
Subject: Erinsborough Encounter - Part 26

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.

Aaron blamed himself for Tom Quill's death. If he was honest with himself,
he needed more than just to talk it out with Nate; he needed his boyfriend
back, especially for sexual comfort. But he refused to let Nate back into
his life after he randomly disappeared for months then became the last to
know he'd returned. He could have crawled back into bed with any of the
hunks in Erinsborough, but the next best thing to Nate he needed was an
escape; and that meant losing himself in someone new...someone that didn't
know anything about him whom he could fuck without judgement.

Racked with guilt and torment, Aaron acted impulsively when he saw the
perfect guy matching his needs: the mysterious John Doe. Before he knew
what he doing, Aaron found himself preying upon the stud, ready to take
advantage of his amnesia...confuse him to use him...

"There you are babe, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Aaron said as
he squeezed John's package.

"Ummmmm...do I know you?" John replied, bewildered.

"Oh you. Don't play dumb. It's me. Aaron. Your boyfriend. Remember?"

"I don't remember anything sorry...I don't even know my own name. Wait -
I'm gay?"

"You sure are." Aaron grinned as he kissed a shocked John. For John the
kiss was interesting, yet something about it didn't feel right. But right
now Aaron seemed like his only lead to recovering his identity, so he
played along.

"So...um...babe...what's my name?"

"As if you don't know your name. Whats with this silly game your playing?"
Aaron laughed. Then he turned serious. "You really don't remember, do you?
Come on, lets get you home. We can work on getting your memory back
there. And by the way, your name is Spencer. Spencer Harrington."

"Well that's better than plain old John. Or Michael, like this Paige chick
kept trying to call me."

***

"What the fuck?! What's going on?! Why am I tied up?!" Spencer screamed as
he awoke to find himself naked and tied to Aaron's bed.

"Relax babe. It's ok. It's our thing. You love it. Look at how hard you
are. Now...let's keep working on your memory." Aaron said before taking
Spencer's steel pipe down his lying throat, hotly sucking the sexy
stranger.

"No. NO! STOP!" Spencer yelled.

"Why?" Aaron demanded. "Don't you like your cock being sucked?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. It feels strange. I think it's coz you're a dude. I
don't remember being into guys."

"Well that's easily fixed." Aaron said angrily as he blindfolded
Spencer. "There! I can be anyone you want now."

"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Spencer moaned, relaxing as Aaron resumed
molesting his meat.

***

"Is it coming back to you yet?" Aaron asked Spencer.

"No."

"Maybe this will help." Aaron said, pushing Spencer's legs wide apart and
bending them back, preparing to use his own method of `shock therapy'.

"ARGH! FUCK!" Spencer cried in pain as Aaron jabbed him with his ginormous
junk.

"Shhh...it's been a while...you just need to get used to the feeling
again..." Aaron said calmly, kissing Spencer as he continued to slowly
slide his snake into him; physically gentle, but mentally aggressive as he
violated Spencer's v-card from him.

Fuck....uhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Spencer moaned. It
was still uncomfortable for Spencer...unnatural even...yet at the same time
he couldn't help but gradually warm up to the idea of having his insides
invaded as Aaron's shlong seduced him into Stockholm syndrome...

Aaron was eventually able to build up force and speed without protest from
Spencer.

"Ohhhhhhhhh...yeah....if you can take me long enough until I cum I'll give
you a treat." Aaron moaned.

Spencer zoned out, putting up with the raging rod ripping through him as he
awaited his surprise. After what felt like forever, Aaron finally unplugged
his penis from Spencer's socket and moved it into his mouth; making it full
of fuck fluid as he utterly unloaded. Spencer had no choice but to swallow
Aaron's sea of semen; deciding it was an acquired taste. But with his cave
clear of cum, Spencer sucked on Aaron's sausage; savouring the meat itself.

"Tell me that wasn't my treat." Spencer said.

"No. This is." Aaron said as he straddled Spencer and started roughly
riding his 9" rod.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Spencer moaned in excited
pleasure. Aaron's tight hole was like an even better version of pussy;
something he never imagined was possible until now. He was definitely up
for more of this.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK YEAH....I'M GONNA PLEASURE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU..."
Aaron moaned as he dictated Spencer's dick, deciding how fast and hard he
wanted to drill himself with his prisoner's pole.

"YEAH...YOU DO THAT...KEEP GOING...PLEASURE THE SHIT OUT OF ME HOT
STUFF...MAKE ME REMEMBER YOU!!!"

Spencer had been cooped up in hospital for so long, having his cock's
cravings ignored, that he soon felt his cum cooking as his cock crescendoed
to its creamy conclusion.

It was Aaron that almost passed out from pleasure as he collapsed,
uncontrollably throwing himself down against Spencer as they pantingly,
passionately kissed.

"So..anything?" Aaron asked, already knowing the answer.

"Still nothing. I just know how much I love my cock in your hot ass. That
was fucking hot fun."

"Well...that's something." Aaron grinned wickedly.

"Maybe we need to get out again. Take me somewhere else...somewhere we used
to go or something."

"I don't think so." Aaron said. "I've just got you back...I want you all to
myself."

***

As Spencer slept, Aaron secretly installed a padlock on his door. Besides
him, no-one was coming in, and no-one was going out...