Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2016 07:57:42 +0200
From: J.D Louis <jdawg69@email.com>
Subject: Erinsborough Encounter - Part 33

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.

The REAL Departure of Nate Kinski

To celebrate finding their way back to each other, Aaron and Nate decided
to have a romantic picnic at a national park away from Erinsborough. As
they drove, Aaron spotted Brodie wandering the sidewalk like a lost
lamb. Feeling sorry for the hot teen, Aaron invited him to join them for
the day, much to Nate's chagrin. Sometimes Aaron was too kind, although his
sweetness was one of the major things he loved about him...

***

As the guys hung out eating fruit and cheese and drinking wine, they
noticed the sky unexpectedly turn grey.

"I bet it's gonna rain." Aaron said.

"Nah, I don't so. I reckon it'll pass and we'll get our beautiful day
back." Nate replied.

Aaron, bored by talk of the weather, proposed an idea: "Let's make this
interesting - loser has to suck the winner's cock."

"What about me? What do I get?" Brodie asked cheekily.

"You, my friend, get a special prize - you can watch the loser suck the
winner's cock hahaha."

Nate bristled at the suggestion. He knew the moment they picked Brodie up
Aaron was angling for a threesome. Nate was super monogamous; sharing a
partner with an outsider was not his idea of fun as he had been left
feeling like the third wheel in the past.

A few moments later it began to drizzle.

"Yes! Looks like I win." Aaron grinned.

"Yeah, you'll be getting lucky tonight." Nate replied, kissing Aaron as he
tried to stall the inevitable.

"Awwwwww how about it now?" Aaron begged.

"Later." Nate replied, putting his foot down. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable
having an audience."

"Where's your sense of adventure?" Aaron teased, trying to con Nate into
playing. "We're ready, and it's two against one. Majority rules."

Nate crossed his arms stubbornly.

"OK. We'll just go and jerk each other off then. Come on Brodes, lets go."

Aaron knew how to push his man's button's as Nate reluctantly followed them
to ensure Aaron didn't suddenly develop a favouritism for his old
neighbour...

***

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Aaron moaned softy as Nate sucked
to save himself as Aaron's beloved.

Brodie stood a short distance away, his cute eyes fixated on Aaron's
personal pacifier. Damn he wanted in on the action; his raging rod not a
secret underneath his tightly tenting shorts. Slowly and subtly, he
gradually inched his way closer. Unhappy at still being ignored, he dropped
his shorts and began wanking himself, unable to keep his urge bottled up
inside. He continued to creep closer until his shlong was practically in
Nate's face, ready for the taking. If he could get Nate on side, getting a
shot with Aaron would be easy as pie. Sure, they could arrange a secret
meeting back in Erinsborough, but that was too long away - Brodie needed
Aaron then and there.

*Ah, what the hell. Live a little.* Nate thought to himself as he gave in
to temptation and found himself basting Brodie's baton in spit as he
welcomed it into his mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhhh...fuck...yeah...mmmmmmm...that's nice..." Brodie moaned.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...suck us babe..." Aaron moaned. Nate had started off
alternating between the two poles before they somehow ended up in his mouth
together.

Seeing Nate finally relaxed, Aaron slid his hand up Brodie's shirt,
exploring his tight, rippling swimmer's muscles. Although Aaron had access,
Brodie gave him a bonus as his lifted his shirt off, letting Aaron see his
sexy physique while his hand perused it. Aaron returned the favour,
removing his shirt, feeding Brodie's eyes a feast of his own study stature.

Aaron's hand then visited Brodie's ass; analysing its firmness as he
squeezed its bubbly cheeks...testing its tightness as his slipped his
middle finger inside the opening, probing him. Nate was so consumed with
cock he didn't notice Aaron's bird-flipper fossicking Brodie's cave...

They so wanted to kiss, but that was likely to set Nate off...so they
fought to control their lustful lips...for now...

***

After they'd cum, Brodie and Aaron pulled up their shorts but remained
shirtless as they and Nate headed deeper into the woods, walking aimlessly
for the sake of it. They walked closely together; Aaron in the middle as on
one side he held Nate's hand, while on the other his hand rested slyly on
Brodie's butt, unknown to Nate. Brodie's hand mirrored Aaron's; glued to
his gluteus - an observer would be forgiven for mistaking Aaron and Brodie
as the couple.

The guys weren't that far off the beaten track when they came across a tiny
wooden hut that was a toilet.

"I could really use a pee." Nate said.

"Sure. We'll wait for you right here." Aaron replied.

The second Nate was out of sight Brodie grabbed Aaron's package and kissed
him.

"I can't stop thinking about you fingering me, wishing it was your huge
cock slamming me." he whispered in Aaron's ear.

"Stop it, Nate will be back any second!" Aaron laughed, trying to maintain
his loyalty to his boyfriend, futile as it was.

"The sooner you fuck me, the sooner I'll shut up about it." Brodie replied
as he quickly yanked down Aaron's shorts and sucked his throbbing fucker,
getting it ready to plough him...

***

"Hey, where'd you guys go?" Nate called out as he returned. Silence. He
then noticed Aaron's shorts and underwear dumped on the ground. "Haha. Very
funny. Now come back!" Still nothing.

As Nate searched the area, it didn't take him long to stumble across the
bushes Brodie had dragged Aaron behind.

*Just as I predicted* Nate thought to himself as he shook his head in
anger, witnessing the hot hunks wrapped up in each other. Aaron was ramming
Brodie like there was no tomorrow; his tongue shoving itself down his
throat like it had just emerged from the 40 hour famine...

Nate walked away, leaving them there to find their own way home, whenever,
and if ever, they were ready...

***

A few days later:

*Knock-knock*

Nate opened the door to find Brodie on his door step.

"Aaron's not here - he's at work today. Surprised you don't know that."
Nate said, annoyed. "And shouldn't you be on a plane anyway?"

"I'm catching a later flight. It's you I came to see. I want to apologise
for what happened with Aaron.  I got carried away."

"OK. Now get lost."

"I want to make it up to you." Brodie begged, jamming the door with his
foot as Nate tried to close it on him.

"Alright then. The first thing you could do is suck my cock."

"Done."

***

"Ohhhhhhhhhh....yeah...hahahahahahahahaha..." Nate moaned as he viciously
vented his hatred of Brodie. He felt vindicated as he watched Brodie:
red-faced and heavily sweaty as he gagged on his 9" stick, just barely
managing to handle it. It was like extreme tonsil hockey: Brodie felt as if
Nate was using his tonsils like pucks, trying to flick them into the
goal...or out through his ass the force was that thudding.

Brodie was no wimp when it came to blow jobbing; but if Nate didn't relent
soon he'd have to surrender. Luckily for him, without warning, he felt
Nate's dick dressing insanely infiltrating his throat.

"You've got stamina, Ill give you that." Nate crowed as he watched Brodie
puff and pant, relieved that the oral ordeal was over. "You must train
hard...when you're not bending over for the team, whore!"

"OK, you made your point."

"I'm just getting warmed up." Nate replied as he hurled Brodie against the
wall and began ripping into him with his rod.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!...fuck!!!......" Brodie screamed, which only spurred Nate
to butt-bash him harder.

After a few intense minutes Nate picked Brodie up; still impaled on his
pole, as he walked him into the bedroom and tossed him on the bed to
continue his rival's ravaging...

***

Now that Brodie had gone black, Nate hoped he wouldn't go back...to
Aaron...

Physically, Nate succeeded. But mentally, Aaron and Brodie couldn't get
each other off their minds. Aaron knew he shouldn't have involved Brodie
against Nate's wishes, but surely there was no harm in a mutual, friendly,
nude jerk off over Skype...or was there?

Nate went ballistic when he came home a few days later to find Aaron
wanking in front of his laptop, and Brodie on screen doing the same.

"I thought we were even." Brodie said, trying to appease Nate.

"I never said that."

"OK. My bad. Why don't you join in and I'll grab my boyfriend - we can make
this like a double date...sorta."

"If you have a boyfriend why do you keep chasing after mine?" Nate snapped.

"Look, for the last time, Aaron and I are only friends. We're just messing
around. You're the one he loves. Don't tell me you never NSA'd in the
army?!"

But Brodie didn't have a boyfriend, just a horny housemate that was willing
to play along for fun in the four-way tug off...

***

The guys compared their cum shots and called it a night. Nate soul searched
as he laid awake, unable to sleep. While he loved Aaron, and accepted Aaron
loved him, he had to decide if he was willing to change his values to make
his relationship work, or find an even more compatible man. That's when he
eventually decided to leave Aaron, hard as it would be, and re-enlist in
the army...