Date: Sat, 20 May 2017 04:26:22 +0200 From: J.D Louis Subject: Bayside Bang - Part 20 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. Mason wandered aimlessly around the bay feeling pleased with himself after his fight n' fuck with Hunter earlier. It was also his second fuck in the space of a few hours, making him feel lucky. His footsteps led him past the garage where he stopped and stared. It would soon be just another day for the business. But something would be different: Matt would no longer be there. Mason was already missing his good friend, but was glad to have given him a secret farewell to remember. Right now he was probably fast asleep on a plane as he headed to Vietnam with Evie and Ellie. The previous day had been yet another intentionally non-legal wedding in the bay - Mason didn't get what were essentially just wedding-themed parties. But each to their own; he had his own ways to celebrate. Matt had to wait until late into the night until Evie's excitement finally died down and she fell asleep before sneaking out for one last sexcapade with Mason. Matt arrived to find Mason already naked and covered in greasy oil from the neck down as he awaited his mate. "Dude, you do realise that stuff's meant to go in cars, right?" Matt laughed as he gave Mason a skeptical look while rubbing his studly chest. "That's just *one* use for it." Mason grinned. "Besides, it was either that or that old block of butter in the fridge." He then pulled off Matt's shirt and placed Matt's greasy hand on his own chest and slid it and down, making Matt wipe grease on himself. "Just like fake tan." Mason laughed. "Oh, but you wouldn't know about that you pale cunt." He teased as the boys fell into a lusty kiss. Once Matt had lost his pants too, Mason cracked open a fresh canister of oil and doused Matt in the unconventional but perfectly slick whole-body lubraicant. Not content to just let it ooze over Matt, Mason rubbed it into him: firstly with his strong hands, then with the insanely muscular torso that made him the bay's man of steel as he seductively slid and slipped against him. The guys' free hands wrapped themselves around each other's drills as they engaged in their last penis play. Matt studied Mason's pulsating donkey dick as he photographed it in his mind; ready to think about whenever he needed a wank. It was a bit boyish to compare anything long and thick with a dick, but Matt couldn't help but notice the similarities to the rice paper rolls he tried at Salt in preparation for his move to a new culture: fleshy, and not quite as translucent, but filled with visible filling. In Mason's case it wasn't prawns and vermicelli noodles but a road map of throbbing, protruding veins. Matt then laid on trolley used to slide under cars and motioned for Mason to join him on top of him. There was a jacked up car that Matt had been working on that was raised to just the right height to fit both of them underneath as Matt slid them under; the confinement making Mason feel even closer to him. Two slippery bodies aboard four lightweight wheels made the perfect rock n' roll motion as Mason's make out with Matt abruptly escalated into full blown intercourse. Mason played mechanic as he used his dick like an oil dipstick; powerfully dunking it into Matt as he tested his levels. The results? A little too clean for Mason's liking. So he squirted extra oil up Matt's hole before resuming the slamming analysis of his anus. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK...." They both moaned with every pounding thrust as Mason gave and Matt took. Mason's body was one red hot engine, and before long he overheated as a fiery explosion of man milk furiously infiltrated Matt's sexy ass. Matt then slid them both back out from under the car before throwing Mason across the hood of another car. Luckily the car was already due for a wash as messy Mason was already leaving greasy trails over it. Matt then grabbed Mason's legs and threw them over his shoulders as he rammingly reciprocated Mason's penile parting gift... *** After Matt pumped Mason's ass with a free gallon of goopy guy gunk, the guys wound up in the office. They were so keen to savour each others' salami they forgot to clear the desk; leaving their greasy trail over paperwork as they 69'd. They were so engrossed in sucking each other like there was no tomorrow that neither noticed the sheets of paper sticking to them as they slithered atop the desk; their lips grasping for more and more thick juicy cock. Wanting the night to be unforgettable, Mason then decided to try something different. Behind his mega muscles lay considerable strength. By comparison, Matt was skinny, and therefore lighter. Mason enacted his idea as he picked up Matt and held him upside down as the 69er went from horizontal across the desk to vertical standing up. "MMMMMMMMMMM...OMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..." Mason moaned as he shook Matt like a rag doll to make Matt's cock fly through his mouth even faster. At the same time he spastically thrust his meat like a repeating sledgehammer to Matt's throat. Before long Mason's tool was a like a faucet - he had forced it...down Matt's throat...and now Matt's mouth had `turned it on' as a hot running stream of thick creamy semenade came gushing out. Once his lusty leak stopped, he set Matt back down on the desk as he sat in the office chair and sucked Matt's molten milk out of his private dairy. Matt looked at the clock: just a couple of hours until his flight. He needed to get cleaned up and get home. Mason walked with Matt to the outdoor shower near the beach where he helped Matt wash away every trace of their sneaky tryst. "I think this is where we should say goodbye." Matt said. "Yeah. Probably for the best. I'm gonna miss you bro." Mason replied, wrapping his arms around Matt. "Hey, don't go all soppy on me now." Matt replied. "We'll be fine. Just don't forget to send me lots of naughty snapchats and the occasional nude Skype." "Same goes for you, man." The guys hugged again and shared a farewell kiss under the shadows of the breaking dawn before going their separate ways.... *** LATER THAT NIGHT: Zac's fall from the roof had left him with a broken arm and leg. Still, he had returned to work; his job as a teacher didn't normally require much of a physical element. But he hadn't counted on the struggle to carry a few books and exams home while balanced on crutches... *SMACK!* Zac dropped his belongings. "Oh for fucks sake!" Zac cursed to himself. It was late and dark. He hated to admit he needed some assistance. But who would still be around at that hour to help him? "Here, let me help." echoed a voice down the deserted corridor as footsteps came running. Zac turned his head. Ugh. It was Saxon. As in the same guy that hadn't long kidnapped VJ and Hunter. Sure, the guy had been making an effort lately to be good, but it was still too soon for him to be fully redeemable. Zac couldn't think of anyone he wanted to owe a favour to less. "Where you headed? Your car?" Saxon asked as he picked up Zac's stuff, offering to carry it for him. "No. Well yes. I need to use the bathroom first..." While that was the truth Zac realised telling Saxon that was a bit awkward. Better to just thank him and send him on his way. There wasn't that far to go and he'd take more care... But Saxon had other ideas. "That's cool, I'll wait." "That's not necessary...really. Go home and get some sleep before tomorrow's test. Don't forget you need at least a C to pass." Zac then hobbled into one of the stalls as Saxon `helpfully' followed close behind. "O.K. Down boy. I'll take it from here." Zac said, slightly agitated as he slammed the door shut and locked it...or so he thought, not realising it was slightly ajar... Outside, Saxon continued scheming to secure himself an A+. He'd heard the stories about Hunter being taken advantage of while blind, then again while unconscious. What was a little fun with a handicapped Zac? *BANG!* Zac's crutches had fallen from their leaning spot against the wall. The perfect excuse for Saxon to `helpfully' enter. "What the?! Get the fuck out!" Zac shouted at Saxon. But in his fluster, Zac began peeing all over the toilet seat like an out of control hose. Saxon grabbed Zac's cock and guided it back towards the bowl and held it in place as it continued its steady yellow stream. Zac was red with embarrassment; the cast had hindered his ability to do even the simplest of tasks. He would have used his other hand, but that was already against the wall for support keeping him upright. But what Zac felt was nothing compared to the moment he felt his 7" flaccid cock suddenly become 9" hard in Saxon's hand. "Too far Saxon, too far...Stop...Please..." Zac moaned as Saxon started jerking him off. He hadn't even finished peeing; his piss now flying everywhere: over the wall...the floor...Saxon's hand. "Shhhhhhhhhhh...just let it happen..." Saxon cooed as he kissed Zac. Zac knew he had the lower hand in this situation, so he went along with it. Not that it was terrible. Just the opposite in fact... As soon as Zac stopped urinating, Saxon peeled his shirt off before sitting on the toilet and taking Zac's cock into his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..fuck...." Zac moaned. He'd spent too much time disliking Saxon to realise how sexy he was, especially shirtless. It was obvious what Saxon was doing, so Zac decided to use what little power he had left. "Take your pants off and show me your cock." Zac demanded. "Bet that alone is worth an A+." Saxon grinned as he stood up to give Zac a better view of of his 9" teenage meat. "A+++" Zac replied admiringly. He instinctively reached to touch it before remembering his arm was locked into a 90 degree angle. Saxon knew to swap places with Zac, but not before unbuttoning his shirt and licking his fit, hunky 40 year old body... Once Zac had managed to sit himself down on the toilet seat, Saxon bent down until his throbbing cock was level with Zac's hand. He then gently thrust it through Zac's curved fingers. Not the tightest grip but still highly pleasurable... After briefly enabling Zac to touch his tool, Saxon stood back up and guided Zac's head towards his crotch as he rammed his rod down his hot teacher's throat. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Saxon moaned as Zac showed him that his mouth was still fully functional... Soon after, Saxon lifted Zac's good leg over his shoulder and spun him slightly so as to comfortably slam his shlong up Zac's ass. Just like his mouth, Zac's ass wasn't affected by his injuries and could sill take a beastly thrashing... Many lustful screams and pounding thrusts later, Saxon's hot, sticky stud syrup surged from his pole into MacGuire's tight manhole. It was then time for him to get Zac off as he straddled him and rode his teacher to torrential eruption... The guys were dazed from the spontaneous whirlwind of a hookup neither saw coming. After tidying themselves up, Saxon helped Zac to his car. "If you need more help until you recover...or even after...just ask." Saxon winked as he kissed Zac and got on his bike. "Sure thing." Zac said to himself, having a new appreciation for the wayward student...