Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2000 18:56:42 GMT
From: Davey R <chunkblossom@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mitch-2

This a completely fictional story based on the characters in the Australian
soap opera Home and Away. Home and Away is copyright of Network 7
productions, Australia.
All comments welcome. Enjoy.


Mitch had been lifting weights one day in the Surf Club when Vinnie came in
and told him "No, no, mate. Not like that. You're doing it all wrong, kid".
In fact he wasn't doing anything wrong at all. But Vinnie showed him how it
should be done nevertheless. "Do it like the V-Man" he bragged, taking the
weight from him and demonstrating how to lift it up and down, proudly
flexing his arm in the process of course.
Mitch shook his head. Vinnie was a major narcissist and he saw him as a bit
of a joke. He had a nice body all right, but always seemed way too dumb and
childish. Nevertheless, he took up Vinnie's offer to join him in his daily
workout and get some pointers. Will would appreciate the results. As often
as possible.

In fact, Vinnie was nowhere near as dumb as he appeared before other people.
His stupid macho straight guy act was his own private joke. No one suspected
that someone like him would drive into the city every couple of weeks to
pick up guys. But that was what he did. He loved going to all-male strip
clubs, enjoyed seeing men sway their glistening, oiled bodies just for his
pleasure.

The strippers loved the attention they got from the guys in the place, but
Vinnie found that what worked even better with them was refusing to give it.
Even when he wrapped his arm possessively around their necks and fucked them
roughly, he didn't say a word, didn't give any indication with his face or
his words that he was enjoying it. The proof that he was was in his ten-inch
dick ramming up their assholes. And they loved the hard, hot cruelty of it,
the man stepping out of nowhere to enter their bodies, and leaving them
without so much as a smile or a kiss.

He always left them without saying a thing, smiling to himself as he heard
them gasping in delight and exhaustion from the shafting they'd been given.

Vinnie had a collection of thongs and rubber briefs taken from the stripper
guys he'd had. He didn't have to hide them from any of his transitory
girlfriends either. He simply told them they belonged to him, that they were
from his own stripping days.

Vinnie was a lot more intelligent than he seemed. A lot more perceptive too.
He'd always recognised that Will shared his desires, his greed for guys. And
he knew just from seeing Will and Mitch's looks at each other when they
thought no one was watching what they were up to in secret.

Mitch. Vinnie generally preferred men. This was the first time he'd found
himself preoccupied with so young a guy. But the idea of getting his hands
on that body, getting his cock inside it and hearing that voice groan and
gasp...

His lust increased each and every day as he coached the sexy boy through his
exercises. What better situation to get a taster of what those groans and
gasps sounded like? What better way to see what Mitch would look like, not
only with a lot of clothing removed, but also tired and panting and
sweating?

For three long weeks nothing happened. Just exercises. Will was damned
lucky, Vinnie thought as he watched the boy. The longing, the ache in his
abdomen, had never felt so sweet before. He'd never wanted any other guy
like this. Not only sexy and hard, but fucking beautiful too.

Finally the day came when Vinnie's house was going to be free for the
evening. He pretended to be too busy for the usual session during the day,
and told Mitch that they could do their exercises in his house at about six.
He'd move the furniture out of the way. It was handy, he said, to know how
to be able to exercise without all the equipment. Just with your own body
and nothing else.

"Sure" Mitch said.

"Of course", Vinnie said that night, "Your basic push-ups are still the best
way to work out on your own. After all, you're never going to run out of
floors to do them on. Ha!"
"I guess not," said Mitch.
"You'd better take your shirt off," said Vinnie, removing his own. "You'll
get hot and sweaty quick with my routine"
Mitch looked at him, slightly intimidated. And curious, of course, but he
tried to hide that. Like Will, Vinnie had a very tanned and hairless body.
He took off his shirt. Vinnie smiled. The smile of the real Vinnie, the one
nobody in Summer Bay saw, was very different from the dumb smile he normally
used. A lot more carnal and a lot more cunning.

Mitch stood there in just his shorts and shrugged.
"Okay, mate. What are you waiting for? Start doing push-ups!"
"I will. What about you? Aren't you going to do them too?"
"Hey, how many people are lucky enough to have an expert like the V-Man for
a personal trainer? And a free one too! I'm going to time you, check out
your posture"
Mitch nodded. "Well, okay"
He began. Watching his whole body become long and stiff and start going up
and down against the floor, it didn't take Vinnie long to become hard. He
didn't bother to hide it.
The muscles in Mitch's shoulders were great to watch as he went up and down.
And his back and his legs. Oh yeah, his legs. Strong and hairless. You don't
see guy legs in public the way you see women's. It was a big turn-on for
Vinnie to see them exposed and flexing.
"You're doing well there, Mitch. You're doing well. Keep going"
Just one thing. The shorts.
"Keep going, kid. Don't get distracted by anything"
And he reached down, stroking his fingertips over the back of Mitch's thighs
and gently putting his hands over each buttock. Very gently, he grasped the
material of the shorts and started sliding them down.
Mitch reacted with a shiver.
"Don't stop, Mitch" Vinnie growled. "I know what you want, and I'm going to
give it to you. Don't stop"
Even as he said the words, he could feel the shorts shifting slightly,
because of the dick that was hardening at the front.
"Good boy, Mitch" Vinnie whispered, leaning down and kissing him just once,
on the small of his back. He heard a sound from Mitch's throat. He loved to
hear sounds like that.
The shorts came down and Mitch's tight, pert buttocks were exposed. They
were clenched because of the exercise. Vinnie tightened his hands around the
waistband of the shorts and tore them apart, so that they simply fell onto
the floor. He took them out from beneath Mitch and threw them aside.
"Keep going. Do what you're told" he said again, standing up to take a good
look. Mitch did.
Now THIS was what Vinnie wanted to see. Every part of Mitch tightening and
flexing, bulging out, and then relaxing again. Then tightening again. Mitch
had a great ass.
Vinnie took off his own shorts and underwear, freeing the raging boner from
any restraint.
He kept behind Mitch. "I bet you're dying to see what I've got for you,
aren't you? This big, fat long cock I've got for you"
"Y-yeah" Mitch gasped, out of breath, but going up and down much faster as
he got more and more excited.
"Well-" He put his foot against Mitch's back and pushed him flat against the
floor. "Oh yes..." Mitch breathed as Vinnie pinned him down with just his
leg.

"I think you should just have a feel of it first, a bit of a taster. Believe
me, you're going to be pretty familiar with the taste before the day's over.
You want to feel it, Mitch?"
Mitch nodded. He could see Vinnie only a little out the corner of his eye,
but Vinnie wouldn't let him turn his head to see from the other side.
Vinnie got down and straddled Mitch. He pressed the neck up against Mitch's
spine. "Can you feel that heat? Right from the small of your back to the
top? That's all me, Mitch. That's what's going to be coming into you. Feel
those big balls resting against the top of your ass? Can you feel how big
they are?"
Mitch breathed affirmatively. "Yes... oh please, yes"
Vinnie ran his fingers roughly through Mitch's hair. "Just think how packed
with cum they must be. Fucking packed with cum, all for you. You are one hot
boy, Mitch"
Staying crouched down, he moved aside so that Mitch could turn over.
Impatiently, he turned Mitch over himself, grabbing his arms and flipping
him round. He grabbed the hair on either side of his head and went in to
kiss him. Mitch, smaller than Vinnie, nevertheless had a bigger and more
sensuous mouth. "Oh yeah!" Vinnie snarled, "I love this pussy mouth of
yours. I bet that's what Will calls it, huh? Your gorgeous pussy mouth"
Mitch was too giddy and expectant to be surprised or to answer. Their dicks
were pressed together, squashed against Mitch's stomach. Vinnie tongued
Mitch's entire face hungrily, running his hands down to his neck and then
his shoulders and arms. He stood up and brought Mitch up with him, reaching
down his arms and around the back to grope his buttocks, pulling them apart
and rubbing his finger teasingly around the rim. He could feel the resulting
excited saliva form in Mitch's mouth and splash against his own tongue.
"Will does it from the front, huh? Wants to see your face?"
Mitch nodded, groping back at Vinnie's hard chest and muscles.
"I can see your face easy" he said, leading Mitch over to a chair in the
corner. He pushed his face gently aside to show him the full-length mirror
on the wall opposite. "And you can watch what I do to you. Turn around"
Mitch did so obediently.
Vinnie put his hands on Mitch's naked waist. The head of his cock was
against Mitch's back. In the mirror, Vinnie saw himself with the boy he
wanted in his hands. He moved his hands up around his torso until they were
under his armpits.
"Are you ready?" he asked
Mitch understood. He was going to lift him up onto the cock. "Yes. Yes, fuck
me" he said, his insides tensing up in readiness.
He felt Vinnie's strong hands lift him off the ground. He saw it too, in the
mirror, saw the satisfaction spreading all over Vinnie's face.

Then the head of the great cock was between his buttocks. Vinnie had never
seen his own dick so big. With a combination of his own instinctive
thrusting and a lowering of Mitch down onto him, the cock went in, and
became half buried. Mitch exclaimed loudly, orgasmically.
"Ahh, that's it" Vinnie breathed into his ear, "That's it. You want all my
cock in you, don't you? Don't you, you sexy little bitch?"
"Yes! Yes!"
With both arms under Mitch's pits, he kept him tight against his chest,
thrusting and thrusting almost involuntarily. Then he sat down on the arm of
the chair and his dick went almost fully in. Mitch gasped again, his wet
mouth wide open. He was sitting on Vinnie's lap. He was impaled by Vinnie's
lap!
Vinnie started to grunt rhythmically, coarsely, in sync with Mitch's gasps.
"Uhhh, yeah, look at what I'm doing to you! You love it, don't you? You love
having cock in you!"
Mitch watched, watched himself be fucked by Vinnie. Words couldn't describe
how much he loved it.
Vinnie thrust harder and harder until there was no more room for him. He was
all the way in. Mitch was filled, completely filled. His head was tipped
back against Vinnie's shoulder in absolute ecstasy, almost in shock at how
thoroughly fucked he was. His cum was spurting out, going all over the
place. Vinnie didn't care. He only cared about his own cum. he could feel
the great stirring sensation in his abdomen; he could feel how much was on
its way. He crushed Mitch firmly against his chest and stood up. Then,
letting go, he let Mitch balance on only the cock and roared as he exploded
into him. The cum oozed out down the sides of his own dick almost straight
away. The cock didn't soften, but Mitch slid off easily enough when Vinnie
lifted him.

"There's more" Vinnie realised as a further burst welled up. "Get on your
knees, take it in your mouth"
Mitch collapsed obediently to the floor and put his mouth around Vinnie's
slippery dick. He felt the spasms and the second squirt of cum shoot
straight to the back of his throat. Vinnie forced his dick right in as he
came. He left his cock in the warm wet mouth until it finally became limp,
and then he pulled out.

"Fuck, yeah!" Vinnie smiled, turned on all over again by the sight of Mitch
on his knees. He loved to see any sexy guy made subservient to him.
"Don't go home yet. Take a shower or something and we'll go again".
Mitch nodded, about to get up.
"Hang on" said Vinnie. He started to let pee trickle onto Mitch's face.
"Might as well have a good reason to take a shower"
The flow of piss became heavier, and Mitch lay down, writhed in it like an
animal on the floor. Vinnie grinned.