Enter, Cash Newman
Disclaimer: This is a completely fictional story - it is in no way real nor does it represent or suggest anything about the true sexuality to behaviour of the actors who play the characters involved. Home and Away belongs to the
Seven Network Australia.
Summer Bay was divided over the death of con artist Susie McAllister. Did she deserve it after all she had done to trick John, assault Irene, and swindle thousands of dollars from numerous residents including Leah and Justin? It was hard to feel completely sorry for her. But as her then-unidentified body was pulled from the water to the horror of onlookers, the dark cloud had a very shiny silver lining: Senior Constable Cash Newman - a tall, dark and hell hot new cop on the scene. Seemingly out of nowhere appeared a much-needed hunky hero, ready to investigate. Or interrogate.
Ryder was a witness to the body's recovery; and while genuinely panicked that her identity was seemingly Mac, he couldn't help but be in instant lust with Cash. But he managed to mask his lecherous stares at the stud of his wet dreams, the tool turning his shorts into a tent unnoticed amidst the drama.
They hadn't even interacted and Cash was already sexily seared into Ryder's mind. Night after night, he watched as Cash passed the taco truck, taking the same route as he walked home after his shift at the station. But how could he get the big-cock'd cop's attention? Make his intimate intentions known? He couldn't just scream out "Hey! Arrest me for no reason! I'll even let you strip search me!" or "Feel free to rape me in the shadows!" There was no way he was going to do something lame like offer him a free taco. With extra `hot sauce' of the bodily kind. Besides, Cash's ripped body suggested he probably didn't eat taco's anyway. Much like the beautiful people at Nik's backyard photoshoot.
Then Ryder remembered he could be a real pain in the ass. Aha! He could turn his mischievousness into public nuisance. He thought about doing the end of day cleaning naked. Luring Cash into the truck...pouring leftover salsa and guac over him as he rubbed his hard muscles...sucking his cock...riding it...until it powerfully pumped out the accompanying sour cream. Mmmmmmmmm...that was a possibility. But not the idea he went with.
"Showtime." Ryder grinned to himself. Upon seeing Cash approaching in the far distance, he stepped out of the truck wearing a hoodie over his upper body. Below, just his speedo. But there was nothing just about it, his bulge looking extra enticing. In his hand he carried a can of neon spray paint as he walked to the back of the surf club and began expressing himself artistically; his style and technique something that would make his artist step-grandmother Martha absolutely cringe. A long line that continued almost the entire wall span. Then another. It quickly became apparent that Ryder was painting an excessively long penis. Going into a hole.
As Cash neared, Ryder sprayed the words: I want Cash Newman's cock. Wobbly, but legible.
"Hey! You! Stay right there! Hands up!" Cash yelled as he came sprinting over upon seeing the graffiti.
Ryder put his hands up, but stepped aside to show off his handiwork.
"Is that true?" Cash demanded. Authoritatively. Yet somewhat impressed.
Ryder smiled seductively as he grabbed Cash's package. But Cash grabbed Ryder's wrists and aggressively pinned him against the wall.
"I asked you a fucking question. Now answer me!"
Cash's hot breath swept over Ryder's face, the pair mere centimetres apart.
Fuck yes, this guy's 3 chilli's on the heat scale. Ryder thought to himself, enjoying the rough treatment.
"I dunno, you tell me." Ryder replied cheekily, averting his gaze down to his expanded crotch.
Cash's intensely captivating blue eyes followed Ryder's to the teen's strained swimwear. Cash not so discreetly licked his lips as he forced Ryder's speedo lower with one hand, the other still pinning his wrist to the wall.
Ryder was suddenly awash in a sizzling wave of desire as Cash's tongue vigorously permeated his mouth, wildly swirling...battling Ryder's...as they swapped and mixed spit between passionately pressed lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmm..." murmured Ryder as Cash grabbed his hard hammer and jerked it eagerly, sending electric jolts through the younger hottie. Soon after, Cash's firm fingers were replaced by the feeling of his rock hard fucker grinding against Ryder's; Cash's sizeable shaft sliding over Ryder's as their willy's went to war.
There was no light, no people, and all night long to break every rule with the delinquent, or dick-linquent. Cash took his time foreplaying with randy Ryder, but eventually he shifted gears as he sunk to his knees and swallowed the fresh 19 year old, 8 inch meat, sparking an inferno inside the boy.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."Ryder panted uncontrollably. Cash was already making him so heady that he forgot this is what he wanted to be doing to the criminally masculine, insanely alpha sex god. At the same time, lustful lads like Ryder were dime a dozen for Cash, and so he wanted to make him wait for what it was he really wanted: the brutal bang. He knew he was torturing Ryder, in the best way possible; the power equally turning him on. Ryder was at the apex of his arousal, though not at climax; his body spasming as he he drivingly thrust his dick deeper down Cash's cock-sucking throat, grabbing anywhere that gave him some sense of balance - Cash's muscular shoulders...his head, mussing up his dark hair in the process.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Ryder trembled in ecstasy as Cash's lips ascended Ryder's smooth young body, kissing up his toned stomach, around his pecs, over his alert nipples, across his thumping chest; each time lifting Ryder's hoodie up until it was over his head and off, tossed to the ground. Once again face to face, Cash smashed his lips against Ryder's a second time, suctioning him into another steamy kiss.
His body boiling from Cash trailing his soft, warm lips over his tight torso, Ryder melted; molten lava practically flowing through his veins. He was delirious with joy; the moment his now free hands tore open Cash's shirt a blur. Buttons popped off in all directions as Cash expertly shook his shoulders, making his shirt slink off as it fell to the ground. Craving Ryder just as much, Cash grabbed the back of Ryder's neck with one hand, tightly, yet gently, pulling him even closer as they continued kissing; his other hand caressing Ryder's back - strongly, soothingly, spine tinglingly. Better than anything Ryder ever imagined, there he was enveloped in Cash's inked arms; his tattoos part of his erotic allure.
Ryder cupped Cash's solid pecs for a few moments, before admiringly sliding his hands down over the sharp contours of his ripped abs. Cash's hands meanwhile careened over the cheeks of Ryder's bubble butt; almost kneading them like dough as he fondled, before jamming a finger between his crack and prodding at his tight, yearning hole. Ryder attempted to mirror the action, slipping his hand beneath Cash's holster...finding the waistband of his trunks...sliding inside...
But Ryder didn't make it any further; Cash distracting him as he shoved Ryder's face into his sweaty, heaving chest, forcing him to savour his studly body just as he had done with Ryder's earlier. As Cash eased his grip, Ryder kissed and licked his way down his brawny body, inhaling his manly scent as he went.
Then there it finally was - Cash's pole plummeting down Ryder's throat. It had practically been stabbing him the entire time, so he knew it was huge...harder than hard...not meters long as his graffiti depicted, but more than adequately hung at almost 10 inches - the biggest cock Ryder had ever seen...touched...and now tasted.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck yeah....mmmmmmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Cash moaned; his entire meat submerged in hot saliva, Ryder's lips pulling it deeper despite Cash's fat head battering his tonsils as he fiercely fed the hungry hole, to their mutual benefit.
Strong as an ox with the stamina (and dick) of a horse, Cash could have dunked his donger into Ryder's bottomless spit pool for hours to come. But his slithery snake was rearing to give Ryder the phallic prize. With that, Cash yanked Ryder to his feet, spun him around and pinned him to the wall, pulling his hands behind his back as if he were making an arrest. Then he realised, although he was off duty, he still had his cuffs; pulling them out as he placed them on Ryder's wrists.
"You didn't think you were getting away with wilfully damaging public property, did you?" Cash taunted.
"I thought I was giving you one hell of a welcome, Constable." Ryder retorted playfully.
"SENIOR Constable." Cash corrected him.
"Well, SENIOR Constable," Ryder spat back, emphasising the senior part, "that better be one superior fuck you're about to give me."
Cash didn't reply, letting his punishing, policeman's pole do the talking as his slammed his way inside Ryder. Not only had he recently entered the bay, he had now just entered his first toy boy there. With a bang.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....god...fuck yeah.......ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Ryder moaned, his soul ignited as the slick friction of Cash's cock pounding his tight hole made sparks fly.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...nothing like tight teenage ass...especially a bad boy's..." Cash grunted amidst the slapping sounds made with each violent thrust.
Bad? You haven't seen anything, stud. Ryder grinned to himself.
While Cash was king, Ryder was the credit, expertly handling the welcome assault to his anus.
After a while, Cash briefly withdrew his penile weapon as he turned Ryder to face him. Before Ryder could protest the sudden emptiness, Cash embraced him and lifted him as Ryder instinctively wrapped his legs around Cash's taut waist, resting perched atop his holster belt. With Ryder's hands still cuffed behind his back, Cash again pinned Ryder to wall using the full weight of his muscular body for support as he resumed roughly ramming him.
Ryder couldn't touch Cash, but was no less turned on as he felt the full force of his fucker; their bodies closer than ever, to the point they'd basically...libidinously...fused and become one.
"Ohhhhhh...fuck....ohhhhh..."
Ryder watched Cash inhale and exhale in short succession as they stared intensely at each other; Cash's piercing blue eyes practically penetrating him as much as his powerful penis.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Cash's breath shortened, his loose fair flickered over his face, his eyes rolled back, his body convulsed, and his cock picked up speed; all signals that he was climaxing.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK..." He let out in an animalistic roar of gratification as he erupted; storming his hot, sticky semen into Ryder's hole...shooting it throughout his system as if his shlong was massacring his insides. Ryder's biggest cock yet lavished him with an equally proportionate load.
"Phew." Cash panted as he brushed his dark hair back off his face, his hand wiping the sweat from his forehead at the same time.
"Shit. That. Was. Amazing." Ryder gasped as he recovered, his receiving just as arduous as Cash's giving.
Cash smiled knowingly, not wanting to brag too much. He then uncuffed Ryder and started walking away.
"Hey!" Ryder called after him. "You can't leave yet. I haven't cum. Don't leave me hanging!"
Cash gestured with his head for Ryder to follow him.
"I haven't finished with you yet." He said sternly, continuing his stride as Ryder caught up. As they approached a parked car, Cash drew his gun and quickly surveyed the area. Clear.
For a split second Ryder was startled, but it became clear he wasn't being executed as Cash used the gun's handle to smash the driver's window before unlocking the door.
"Get in." Cash ordered.
Ryder was confused, but complied.
"You know Summer Bay better than me." Cash said. "Take us somewhere else I can fuck your brains out all night long." A sly smile crossed his face before he nuzzled Ryder's neck; kissing him there while the teen hot wired the car. It was obvious to Ryder that Cash wasn't just a replacement for the now jailed Senior Constable Colby Thorne, but literally his 2.0: a `reformed' (or not so) bad boy. Nor did Cash have to gush over how much he wanted more of Ryder, this risky but thrilling offence saying it all.
Ryder was exhilarated; his cock throbbing even more as they embarked on a `joyride' that would have multiple meanings ;-) Paper crumbled under Cash's boot as the cop got comfortable in the passenger seat. As Ryder passed under a street light, a name on a takeaway bag caught Cash's attention: La Cucaracha. Ryder's taco truck - a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by Cash during his short time in the bay. Cash tipped the bag open as unused napkins fell out, followed by a sachet of hot sauce. As if Cash had mind-read Ryder's fantasies, he turned the tables as he squeezed the sauce into his palm and slathered it on Ryder's cock and jerked him off as he drove.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." Ryder moaned. "It's bad enough we're stealing some random's car, don't make me cum on his brakes!" He let out a small, nervous laugh.
"Relax." Cash replied, his tone slightly warmer. Ryder's cock slipped and squelched effortlessly through his fist as oozing pre-cum combined with the saucy lube until both guys felt Ryder's rod tighten and expand.
"I'm gonna cum!" Ryder proclaimed.
Cash grinned as he stroked Ryder's stick harder and faster.
"FUCK....I'M GONNA CUM..." Ryder almost screamed this time. It looked like he'd be leaving behind evidence of being in the car...the cum swelled inside his cock, rapidly building to eruption...
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...thank fuck..." Ryder moaned as he felt Cash's mouth engulf his exploding dick at the last second; rampantly dispersing his spermshake down his slurping throat.
"I hope you've got plenty more of that." Cash grinned, licking his lips as he rubbed Ryder's thigh.
"For you, I sure do." Ryder replied as they leaned into a kiss, the road now surrounded by nothing but darkness and bushland; their destination an unknown seclusion and whatever sexy hot adventure lay ahead...