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.
Life wasn't fair. VJ's encounter with Hunter may have been short and sweet, but he'd finally met a boy for whom he felt more than just a fleeting moment of lust, only for him to leave with his perfect new family. The way Leah welcomed Hunter as her biological son...her reunion with Vinnie...and their decision to begin a new life in Greece; it was torture. Although VJ cared for Zac, he needed time away, alone.
"I'm here about the job..." VJ said, arriving at the bar after entering a gay club.
"Show us what you've got." The studly young manager replied. VJ didn't recognise his potential new boss as Alf's grandson Ric Dalby.
VJ took to the stage, dancing all sorts of sexy moves as he stripped. He recalled Leah's story of how Vinnie had been a part time stripper, including the time Vinnie stripped in a Bonza Burger uniform, resulting in being fired from his day job.
VJ was down to his underwear now, prancing around the pole like a pro, sliding up and down it in between teasingly pulling down his jocks, giving Ric flashes of his cock and ass before finally tossing them off.
"How'd I do?" VJ asked when Ric stopped the music.
"Great. But you're not done yet." Ric said, unzipping his pants. Ric had a fat, tasty 9" rod that VJ was all too keen to suck.
"Fuck....ohhhhhhhh....." Ric moaned. He was loving the audition process.
The atmosphere was steamy; Ric unbuttoned his shirt and sat on the bar, leaning back as VJ begged for the job the best way he knew how.
VJ slipped Ric's open shirt completely off and kissed him before heading back down to his cock.
"How much for your new boy?" A voice said as a hot older man emerged from the shadows.
"$200."
"Done."
Ric left the man alone with VJ to use him however he pleased.
"Don't I know you?" VJ said, sure he'd seen his new client somewhere before.
"I'm not paying you for a chat." The man said as he threw VJ onto a table.
The mystery man was Tony Holden, one of the hottest dad's Summer Bay had ever seen. Tony was well into his 40's and although looked his age, his job as a personal trainer had kept his body rockin'.
Tony spread VJ's legs wide, gripping them by the ankles as he held them open while he slammed his hungry meat into his toy boy.
"OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH." Tony moaned with each thrust into the tight teen hole. "YEAH...YOU LIKE THAT?"
VJ nodded, breathless, unable to speak. He felt as if his insides were on fire...in a good way; like Tony's cock was a candle with an eternal flame.
Tony then pulled VJ up and pushed him onto another table, this time face down. He then grabbed VJ's head and held it down against the table's cool wooden surface as he resumed pounding his fuck object.
Ready to change positions again, Tony slid his hands under VJ's chest and scooped him up as he wrapped VJ's arms behind his neck. He then lifted VJ by the thighs, fucking him as he dangled in mid air.
Unable to hold the hot position forever, Tony lowered VJ, who placed one foot on the ground while the other remained up on the table as Tony continued to ram him standing up.
Bam! VJ felt bolts of hot cum shoot up his ass as Tony unloaded.
Satisfied with his piece of hot ass, Tony paid VJ and left.
Ric reappeared, covered in cum having jerked himself as he spied on the fuck-fest from a distance. The club was full of talent but Ric was certain VJ was going to be the new favourite.
"You enjoy that?" Ric asked VJ.
"Yeah."
"Great! I can hook you up with more guys like him if you're interested."
VJ was definitely interested. What wasn't there to love about guys paying him for a fuck?