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.
Ricky and Nate found themselves playing models for a day; posing as Kat's old school friend Pete Ashfield photographed them on the beach for a swimwear campaign.
VJ watched with interest, his eyes fixated on Nate's amazing body. It had been a while since they hooked up; and what VJ wouldn't do to run his tongue over those hard abs again...or better still, just get Nate naked...have the hot doctor pound him with his 9" fucker...
"And that's a wrap!" Pete announced as Ricky and Nate breathed a sigh of relief. Although they had the looks for it, being in front of the lens had been awkward for them.
VJ wolf-whistled as Nate passed him.
"Don't." Nate replied, glaring at VJ as he kept walking. VJ was too hot for Nate to give up easily and followed him.
"Stop. I can't even look at you right now." Nate told VJ sternly.
"Yeah...coz this is just so hard to look at." VJ replied, running his hands over his own abs...over the tenting crotch of his shorts, hoping to tempt Nate.
"God VJ you know you're hot! But you tried to kill someone."
"You still think I put Hunter in hospital? Sure, I hate the dude, but I swear it was an accident. You weren't there, so why are you believing the stupid rumours?!"
Nate sighed. "The police don't charge people based on rumours. There's obviously some evidence against you. Look, I've dealt with enough crazies to last me a lifetime, I'm just not up for any more."
"Geez Nate I'm not your ex wife. And all I'm asking for is a fuck not a marriage. As for that evidence, it's circumstantial. But if you're not interested..."
VJ walked back towards the beach. He wasn't getting anywhere with Nate, but his loss was about to be Pete's gain.
"You ever considered modelling?" Pete asked him, striking up a conversation.
"No." VJ replied. "But it's something I'd be open to trying."
VJ had accompanied Pete back to his motel room to pose for some shots.
Pete rummaged through his bag and pulled out a pair of his personal designer underwear.
"Here, put these on." Pete said, throwing the jocks to VJ.
"Wow, you doing a campaign for them?" VJ asked, impressed.
"Yeah." Pete lied. "I'm helping them cast next week."
"Perfect." Pete said as underwear-clad VJ laid back lasciviously on the bed, his arms stretched behind his head, his bent legs spread, showing off the bulging, tightly packed jocks as the dark, moody lighting of the evening sky filtered through the window and washed over his studly body.
Pete snapped a series of shots from a variety of angles, capturing VJ at his finest.
The wank bank's gonna be full tonight Pete thought to himself.
"Lose the jocks." Pete said as VJ slid them down, his cock springing up. When VJ could reach no further he pulled them completely off with his foot before kicking them aside.
VJ was a natural, slowly jerking his hard 9" pole seductively as he made love to the camera. But before long Pete put down the camera and joined VJ on the bed as they began making love with each other.
As they kissed, VJ unbuttoned and removed Pete's printed shirt while Pete freed himself of his coloured chino's.
cute guy...stylish dress sense...gotta be a bottom VJ thought to himself. And sure enough, as their naked bodies rubbed, VJ's cock connected with Pete's ass; the photographer using it to rub VJ's tool between his cheeks before VJ thrust into his hole.
Loud animalistic moans filled the room as Pete imagined Nate was fucking him, while VJ imagined he was fucking Nate. Although the photoshoot was fun, and the guys genuinely had the hots for each other, there seemed to be an unspoken mutual agreement that this was a hot, convenient quickie to get each other off.
"Mmmm....ohhhhh...." VJ moaned, grabbing Pete's ass cheeks and holding them tight as his sea of steaming seed swelled out his fuck stick and into Pete's power point.
Pete rolled off the top of VJ onto the bed beside him as he recovered from his anal workout. Sweaty and spent, Pete looked sexy - VJ playfully picked up Pete's camera and took a pic of him. Pete smiled approvingly.
VJ knew Pete had used the photoshoot as an excuse to lure him there but he didn't care - it had been fun. VJ dressed and Pete remained naked as he showed VJ out, kissing him one last time before shutting the door.
Having to walk home, VJ crossed the deserted carpark when someone grabbed him from behind and threw him against a wall as they began dry humping him.
The mystery person then turned VJ around to face him: it was Tank.
"You should see your face!" Tank laughed. "You thought you were about to be raped, didn't you?!"
"Asshole." VJ replied. "What are you even doing here? What do you want?"
"I can prove what happened to Hunter was an accident. I can clear your name. But I want something in return."
VJ dropped his shorts and opened Tank's jeans; their steel rods colliding as they found themselves kissing hungrily.
"Mmmmmm...ohhhhh...how can you prove I'm innocent?" VJ asked breathlessly as Tank kissed his way down VJ's neck before lifting his shirt as he kissed his body and sucked his nipples.
"I was there. I saw everything." Tank replied before his mouth speedily returned to tasting his hunky plaything's tight, tanned flesh.
Why didn't you come forward sooner? VJ thought to himself, but before he could ask Tank his mind was distracted by the intense passion flaring though his body as Tank sucked his shlong.
VJ breathed heavily as Tank's mouth got his heart racing. He felt a light sweat forming on his body; his soul on fire as his red hot blood flowed directly to his rock hard cock. VJ lifted his shirt off completely and dropped it to the ground, the cool breeze refreshing yet doing little to control his internal flames of desire.
"OHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHH"
VJ moaned; his body so hot he'd reached melting point as molten cum blasted from his rocket, continuing for what like felt forever until it ended. And even then VJ's fat
sword continued to drip man juice.
Tank continued to lick his luscious lips clean as he rose and turned VJ back towards the wall, pressing him flat against it, holding his hands at the side of his head as he ploughed his plunger into VJ's hot, slick ass.
"Ohhhhh....that's it...fuck me Tank...fuck the shit out of me..."
"Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhh...I'll fuck the shit out of you hot stuff...."
"Fuck....ohhhhhhh yeah...keep fucking me like the tank you are..."
VJ's hands remained in place as Tank released his wrists, his hands running down VJ's arms and over his guns as he gently squeezed, feeling VJ's impressive muscle tone.
As VJ continued to get swept up in Tank's fucking, his hands subconsciously dropped to his side as Tank placed them on his ass cheeks, guiding them over his firm buns as his sausage continued to split VJ's buns.
"Ohhhhhhh...get ready Veej...Tank's gonna blow.....ohhhhhhh.....fuck yeah!!!!"
"Ohhhhhh....fill me up big boy...."
Tank powerfully pumped plentitudes of sex sauce into VJ.
VJ pulled his shorts up and threw his shirt over his shoulder while Tank tucked his cock away and zipped up before the guys walked off together.
"Damn!" Hunter said to himself, stepping out of the shadows after witnessing Tank and VJ. His sight had returned and he'd discharged himself from hospital, following Tank...who had followed VJ...
He'd planned to get even with Tank for the hospital incident, but that would have to wait; he needed to act quickly if he had any chance of scoring VJ. The more hotties that fucked him, the less chance he'd choose to be with Hunter...
NEXT CHAPTER:
Forget 10 Things I Hate About You - There's 100 things VJ hates about Hunter. But when Hunter finally reveals his feelings for VJ, will they become the hottest new couple in the bay, or will it all end in tears?