Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2016 23:59:37 +0100 From: J.D Louis Subject: Hating Hunter - Part 18 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. Although VJ and the prisoner only wanted sex, the walk to their private trailer was somewhat long, so they made small talk. "I'm Todd." The prisoner said. "But just between us, you can call me Romeo." Behind bars, "Todd" was the lesser of two evils. "Why? Do you fuck *all* the visitors or something?" VJ laughed. Then it dawned on him. Romeo. THE Romeo. How could he forget the blonde beach hunk that had been like a hot older brother to him years ago? VJ knew enough about faked deaths to need not inquire about the how's and why's of Romeo's presence. "It's me. VJ. We used to hang out a lot." "No way! You're VJ Patterson? Holy shit, you've grown up so much! What brings to you to this neck of the woods?" "You don't want to know. So how did you end up inside?" VJ asked, trying to quickly change the subject. "Remember how I have skin cancer? I got caught up in illegal medical trials trying to go into remission." "That sucks man." *** "Try some." Romeo said, handing VJ a joint as he lit up his own. VJ was hesitant; he'd never smoked anything in his life, let alone marijuana. "How'd you get it?" VJ asked, trying to divert. "I have connections." A few moments of silence later, VJ's doubts hadn't eased. "It's for medical reasons. Helps relieve the pain. And, my friend, it has other benefits." Romeo said, starting to get high as he wrapped his arm around VJ and kissed him, playfully but passionately. As the pot continued to filter into Romeo's brain, he began babbling about good times in Summer Bay. "Just shut and let me give you what you need." VJ said as he shoved Romeo on the small, hard, pathetic excuse of a bed. VJ then climbed on the bed and bent down between Romeo's legs as he sucked the surfer stud's 9" nailer. "WOAHHHHHHHHHH....SHIT YEAH....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Romeo moaned; the pot putting him in sensory overload as every aspect of the experience suddenly magnified. VJ had been transported away from reality during previous hook ups, but Romeo appeared to be in a complete other world...an exciting place that had to be experienced to be believed... VJ took the joint from Romeo's hand and inhaled...giving in to the pull of an intense new universe... "OHHHHHHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK....." VJ moaned, appreciating like never before a lengthy log up his ass as he rode Romeo; truly feeling every inch...the power of every thrust as he pushed it up his tight hole... *** For some, heaven was a place on earth. For Romeo, heaven was a place inside his throbbing pole...begging to escape and share it's creamy joy. His cock was hard; yet tingled with sensitivity as it's head smoothly scraped the walls of VJ's hot, soft, tight rectum with every thrust. "OHHHHHHHHH...VJ....BABE...I HAVE A HUGE LOAD FOR YOU...OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Romeo moaned as he injected VJ with his love potion. "ROMEO...OHHHHHHH...ROMEO...GIVE IT TO ME...FILL ME UP...OH YEAH...." *** "YEAH...SUCK MY JOINT...INHALE IT...THAT'S IT..." VJ moaned as Romeo sucked the younger, but equally hot stud. VJ and Romeo were a recipe for sexy success; both hot, and hot for each other. It wasn't long before Romeo's tongue was swimming in semen smoothie as he swallowed VJ's reciprocal lusty load... *** Meanwhile... Hunter had made a new friend at the lunch table. "So where you from?" the guy asked Hunter as they mangled their plates of slop. "Summer Bay." "Really? Me too." "Really? How come I've never seen you?" "I've been here a few years now." "That long huh? You must have done something pretty bad." "Oh you know, just planting a bomb under a school bus." "Wow thats full on." "Well, my step dad drove me to do it. Actually my former step dad. My mum finally ditched him, thank fuck. Apparently he got with some bimbo, Marilyn Monroe or something..." "Marilyn Chambers?" "Yeah, thats her. Know her?" "Yeah. So your old step dad is John Palmer?!" "Yeah. Is he still a self-righteous old jerk?" "Yeah. And a dirty old perve. He made me suck his cock once." "Ewwwwwww. How awful. Wait...don't even put the image in my mind. Sorry you went through that." "So...you got a name bro?" "Trey. Unfortunately my last name's still Palmer. I swear when I get out I'm changing it then I'm killing the bastard." "Can I join you?" "Sure. I'm working on a plan to break out of here. But if you want in you gotta do something for me first." Trey said as he began rubbing Hunter's crotch under the table. Although Hunter had been used and abused by his fellow inmates, he liked Trey, and would gladly extend himself for him. Noticing the interest in Hunter's eyes, Trey boldly leaned in and kissed Hunter. "Woah, you trying to get us killed?!" Hunter asked, bewildered. "I know all about you Hunter King. You've already got quite the reputation around here. You should know they all like a good show." Trey said, looking up the roomful of watchful, hopeful, eyes. "Let's give `em one. I'm bored..." Hunter and Trey stripped off and made out as they climbed on the table, flinging their uneaten lunch to the floor. The prisoners, and the guards, letting the incident slide, went wild as they stampeded to gather around the table; watching as Hunter fucked Trey. Those lucky enough to have a front row view whipped their cocks out and jerked off over the live performance. Trey was bullied as a kid for being fat, but the only thing fat about him these days was his 9" cock, which Hunter jerked as he scratched Trey's itch. After being trapped in the bottom bunk for days, it was amazing for Hunter, now energised, to top again. "Watch and weep, bitches! I'm not being your underdog anymore!" Hunter yelled, feeling empowered... *** The dining room was in chaos as the prisoner's battled the crowds to thank the stars of the show by jizzing their juicy loads all over Hunter and Trey as they laid relieved and breathless across the table. "Alright! Shows over!" A superior guard roared as he grabbed the naughty boys and marched them back to their cells. As they were led away, they looked like the cats that got each other's cream, pleased with the disruption they'd caused.