This story is a work of fiction based characters in the television series "Days Of Our Lives." It is not meant to imply the true sexual behavior of the actors playing these characters, or the characters themselves. The show and characters are trademarks of and copyright Corday Productions Inc., in association with Columbia Pictures Television.
"Days of Our Lives: Aftershock, Part Five"
by PeteR
Previously in "Aftershock," Bo Brady revealed to his teenage son Shawn that he shares a brother with his girlfriend, Belle Black, because his mother conceived John Black's (Belle's father) child. Out for revenge, Shawn slept with his best friend, Philip Kiriakis, and realized that he was gay. Brandon Walker found the boys in a compromising position and took a picture. While having copies made of the photo, Brandon ran into Brady Black, who found the picture and blackmailed Shawn into having sex with him in the back of his father's SUV in the forest. Brandon showed up, but Brady had to get home to be with his sister when his father and stepmother revealed to her the truth about the baby's paternity. He found his father, John Black, in the shower, and the two had an awkward moment as they made eye contact. Shawn spent the night with his grandparents at the Brady Pub. The next morning, Brandon received oral service from Craig Wesley, Chief of Staff of University Hospital. Marlena, Brady's stepmother, found the picture of Shawn and Philip in the back of John's SUV, and agreed to talk to Brandon about her problem. To her shock, Brandon blurted out that the picture was his. Marlena stormed out, just as Brady came in. He and Brandon kissed, and moved to Brandon's office to continue their "discussion." Meanwhile, Philip went to the Brady house to visit Shawn, only to find Bo scantily clad in his bathrobe. After a mutual jack off session, the two went up to Bo's bedroom for a little privacy. Now find a sturdy doorway to stand in, because the quake's not over yet...
Brandon shut the door behind him as he and Brady entered the office. He locked it this time, just to be safe. Brady lunged for him immediately, wrapping his legs around Brandon's waist and kissing him passionately. Brandon kneeled on the floor, laid Brady on his back, and the two began grinding their hard bodies together. Brandon pulled Brady's sweater up over his head, revealing his perfect torso. He squeezed his nipples as Brady's tongue slid over his teeth. Brady pushed Brandon's lab coat off his shoulders, never breaking their lip lock.
In a matter of moments, both men were down to their underwear. Brandon was wearing a pair of plaid boxers, Brady a tight pair of black boxer briefs. Brady was mesmerized with Brandon's bulging pecs and abs. They were very tan, and hairless. Brandon's full lips seemed to engulf Brady's mouth as they kissed, enveloping him in their moist embrace. Brady slid his fingers under the elastic band of Brandon's boxers, feeling his taught, muscular ass. Brandon moaned, and for the first time pulled his lips away from Brady's. He began to kiss Brady's collarbone, and worked his way across his smooth chest and down his stomach. Brady put his hands behind his head and smiled broadly as Brandon slipped his boxer briefs down his legs. His boner flopped up and slapped Brandon in the chin. Brandon giggled, and slowly began to jerk the throbbing piece of meat, as Brady hissed through his teeth as his breathing quickened.
Brandon continued to stroke Brady's manhood as he began to toy with Brady's hairy balls with the tip of his snake-like tongue. Brady moaned loudly, biting his lips to keep from screaming. Brandon smiled, and spread Brady's legs apart. His ass was covered in a thin layer of blonde hair. He buried his nose in Brady's firm bum and inhaled. It smelled of soap and sweat. He began to tongue it very gently, still stroking Brady's cock. Brady had never felt anything like this before. He had never had his ass rimmed. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of Brandon's ass play.
Brandon slowly inserted a finger into Brady's virgin hole. Brady let out a girlish moan, but urged Brandon further by arching his back and displaying his ass proudly. He flung his legs over Brandon's shoulders. Brandon licked his lips, and pushed a second un-lubed finger into Brady. Brady hissed, and Brandon pushed his fingers further, loosening Brady's ass for what was to come. Brandon pulled his fingers out, licked Brady's pink hole once more, and moved further up Brady's body, keeping his legs propped upon his shoulders. He kissed Brady tenderly, then guided his now painfully erect pole to Brady's crack.
"You want it inside you?" Brandon asked.
"Yes, Brandon. More than anything," Brady asked, trembling in anticipation.
"Are you sure?"
Brady smiled. "I'm positive that I've never wanted anything more. I want you to plow into me like I'm a cheap whore you picked up on the street."
Brandon grinned. "You asked for it." With that, he plunged his cock into Brady's spit-lubed hole. Brady screamed, but Brandon quickly covered his mouth with his hand. "Shhh. Don't forget where we are. There's a busy hospital right outside that door." Brady nodded slowly, and began to kiss Brandon's hand. Brandon had found a slow rhythm, and was pushing in and out of Brady's ass. Brady began to suck on Brandon's forefinger, which he slowly pushed in and out of Brady's mouth at the same rhythm.
Brandon slowly picked up the pace, and began plunging harder and harder. Brady grimaced slightly, but was soon smiling, his eyes rolling back into his head as ecstasy consumed him. He had never felt anything like this. He felt high with lust, but knew that no drug could give him this feeling. He began to toy with Brandon's nipples, squeezing them with one hand while jerking his dick with the other. After what seemed like hours to Brady, Brandon quickly pulled out and spewed his load of cum all over Brady's face. Brady soon came as well, his cum spraying onto Brandon's stomach. The two sweaty men began to kiss softly and tenderly, and Brandon ran his fingers through Brady's hair.
Philip Kiriakis gingerly entered Bo and Hope Brady's bedroom. Bo followed, closing the door behind him. He then untied his bathrobe belt and let it fall to the floor. Philip was in awe at Bo's beautiful body. He was covered in a thin layer of black hair, and his torso was perfect with hard-as-rock pecs and a perfect six pack. The hair culminated into a thick patch right above his long, thick manhood, which was accompanied by huge testicles. His arms and legs were tan and bulging with muscles. Philip felt like it was the first day of school. Here he was in his best friend's (and lover's) parents' bedroom with his best friend's father standing naked before him. Bo moved toward Philip.
"Look, Philip, if you're not ready for this, I completely understand. You have every reason to be nervous. It's your first time with another guy."
If only he knew, Philip thought.
"To tell you the truth," Bo continued, "I've never been with a guy either. At least...not like this. I'm probably just as nervous, if not more so, than you are." This made Philip feel a little better. Without saying anything, he closed the gap between him and Bo, and softly kissed Bo's stubbly face. Bo smiled, and returned the kiss, letting his tongue slip into Phil's mouth. The kiss grew passionate, and Bo pulled Philip's tee shirt over his head, and ran his fingers along the boy's smooth, toned chest. Philip wrapped his arms around Bo's muscular shoulders as Bo slipped Philip's jogging pants down, revealing his patch of blonde pubic hair and impressive teenage cock, which was pointing straight up toward the heavens.
Bo pulled away from the kiss, and looked Philip's youthful body up and down. He smiled broadly, as if very pleased with what he had discovered. He took Philip's hands in his own, and led him to the bed, where they sat, side by side, their naked bodies pressed together. Bo brought his face close to Philip's, their noses touching. Then he wrapped his arms tightly around the young man's body, and moved in for another liplock. When the kiss was over, Bo pulled away. His eyes passed over the nightstand visible across Philip's shoulder. There was a picture. A picture of Bo and Hope on their wedding day two years ago. The lust and desire faded from Bo's face, replaced by shame.
"Philip, we can't do this," he said, loosening his arms from around Philip.
"We can't?" Philip asked, a slight tremble in his voice.
"No," said Bo. "It's not you. It's me. God knows I want you, Philip. Who in their right mind wouldn't? But I'm a married man, and I have to honor those vows. I can't sleep with you." Bo's eyes welled up with moisture which began to flow down his face. He felt horrible. It had been so hard for him to forgive Hope for sleeping with John Black, and they didn't even have control of their bodies at the time. But, here he was, naked, cock hard as a rock, with his son's best friend. "I'm sorry I put you through this, Philip," Bo said. He reached out and put his hand on Philip's face. "You don't deserve this."
"Don't worry about it, Bo," Philip said, trying to hide the tears in his eyes. "We probably shouldn't, anyway. We are brothers, after all."
Bo nearly swallowed his tongue. He had never considered Philip his brother. But it was true, he supposed. Bo's biological father was Victor Kiriakis, Philip's father. He never felt like a Kiriakis, because he hadn't found out the truth of his paternity until he was an adult. "That's true." Philip stood, reaching for his clothes.
"Well, I guess I'll just be going now."
"I thought you wanted to see Shawn," Bo said.
"Oh, it's not important. I should really be getting home anyway. Um...see you later, Bo." With that, Philip left. While he still felt guilty for his near-unfaithfulness, Bo began to wish he hadn't seen that picture on the bedside table.
......To Be Continued