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Philip Kiriakis was horny. It had been months since his wife, Melanie, left him after finding out that he'd fathered his ex-girlfriend Chloe's baby. Now Philip was single and living in his father's mansion again. He was determined to be a good father to Parker -- an opportunity he'd missed out on twice in the past with other children -- but between that and running Titan Industries, his sex life had taken a major hit.
Thirty-year-old Philip was lying on his bed in the Kiriakis mansion, clad only in a pair of tight black boxer briefs. His laptop was balanced on his legs as he clicked around, looking for the right porn video to get him off. His hand was already working inside his underwear, lazily stroking up and down on his thickening cock. Every thought of pussy sent a surge of blood to his prick, and before long, he had his boxer briefs tucked under his full balls, stroking his dick with one hand while he used the other to click the touchpad on his laptop.
In the mansion's living room, Sonny Kiriakis was trying to work on the website that he'd started with his friends, Will and Chad. He was still adjusting to life in Salem; although he had come out to his parents a few years back, he had to do a lot more of it when he returned to Salem this past year. He had encountered remarkably little resistance -- except for Will and Chad's friend, T, but Sonny couldn't help but wonder if that had more to do with things hitting a little too close to home for T than anything.
Sonny's dick started to swell in his tight jeans as he let his mind wander to T. The kid was cute, he had to admit. He rubbed his bulge as he thought about what T would look like with Sonny's cock in his mouth.
He was just thinking about heading upstairs to his bedroom for some privacy when he heard a baby's cry. Startled, he looked around for a moment before realizing that the baby monitor was sitting on one of the side tables. He knew that Henderson, his great uncle Victor's butler, had one on him at all times, but Philip must have forgotten to take his own monitor upstairs. Sonny closed his laptop, grabbed the monitor, and dashed up the stairs to bring it to Philip.
Philip was just getting into whacking off. A thick bead of precum pooled on the tip of his seven-inch dick, and he used his index finger to smear it all over the head. Then he wrapped his fist around his cock and began to stroke in earnest, the moans from the porn video fueling his horniness.
Outside Philip's bedroom, Sonny paused with the baby monitor in his hand. For a second, he thought he heard noises from inside the room.
When Philip heard the knock, his first instinct was to ignore it and keep beating off. He was feeling too good to stop. But whoever knew he was home probably knew he was in here, and the light was on, soÉ
Hurriedly he he pulled his boxer briefs back up and closed the porn on his laptop screen. "Come in!"
The door cracked open, and Sonny peeked his head inside. "This was down in the living room," he said.
"Oh, thanks, man. Was he crying?"
"Not really. Just heard it and thought you'd want to have it."
"Yeah. Thanks." It would have been appropriate for Philip to put his laptop aside and stand up to get the monitor from Sonny -- but the raging hard-on in his underwear would have made that decidedly inappropriate. "You can just put it over there," he said, pointing to a dresser against the wall.
Sonny entered the room and set the monitor on top of the dresser. He couldn't help but give a second glance at his first cousin once removed -- or whatever the hell the official relation was. Despite being related to him, Sonny had of course given Philip a look or two since he'd been back in Salem. The guy was hot, there was no mistaking that. And he looked as sexy as ever now, with his hairless, tan chest exposed and his legs, dusted with dark blond hairs, stretched out over the bed.
Philip's mouth jerked upward in a slight smirk as he noticed Sonny's lingering stare. No harm in the kid looking, Philip figured. It was even sort of flattering.
He was surprised when he felt his boner jump in his underwear. He had never really given guys much thought; Philip Kiriakis was nothing if not very, very into women. There had been, of course, some breathless fumblings with Shawn Brady back in high school, back before their struggle over Belle ruined their friendship, but that had never amounted to more than two horny kids jerking off together and groping each other. But now, with his balls ready to burst and an obviously interested party standing ten feet away from him, Philip's mind was turning.
"I, um, I guess I'll go back downstairs," Sonny said. He mentally smacked himself in the forehead as soon as the words came out. Way to seem like a tongue-tied idiot, he thought as he shuffled back toward the wait.
"Sonny. Wait."
Sonny paused at the open door. "Yeah?"
"Close the door for a second. Maybe you can give me an opinion on this thing I was working on for Titan."
"Oh. Sure."
Philip motioned for Sonny to come closer, so Sonny made his way to the edge of the bed and stood there while Philip turned the laptop to show him a demo of a webpage that he'd been e-mailed a little while ago.
"I'm not sure the navigation makes sense, but I've been in on this since the concept stage, so it's hard to tell. Do you mind clicking around it for a minute and seeing what you think?"
"Sure. Yeah."
Philip held up the laptop to hand it off to him. As Sonny took it, he gulped hard at the sight of whatever Philip had in those tight, black boxer briefs. He was clearly packing. He couldn't help but notice the light trail of sandy hairs that formed at Philip's navel and disappeared down into his underwear.
Trying hard not to perv on his relative, Sonny took the laptop and started clicking around the site. It was hard to click the touchpad while holding the computer in his other hand, with nowhere to balance it.
As if reading his mind, Philip patted the bed. "Here. Sit."
Sonny lowered his weight onto the edge of the bed and set the computer over his lap. He tried to focus on the task Philip had given him and tried not to think about the fact that this stud was lying maybe a foot away from him in skimpy underwear and nothing else. His dick jumped in his pants, thumping against the underside of the computer.
Philip watched as his college-aged cousin focused on the computer screen. Sonny was a cute kid, short and dark-haired. As far as Philip know, he hadn't gotten much, if any, action since coming back to Salem; he seemed to be spending most of his time with his cousin, Abby, and her cousin, Will, and their friends. Maybe he wouldÉ
Philip could not believe the filthy thoughts going through his head. He lazily ran a hand over his bare chest.
"This one doesn't really make sense," Sonny said suddenly, turning with the laptop just as Philip's fingers brushed over his nipple. Sonny's boner was officially throbbing as he pointed to the screen and demonstrated the illogical site navigation to Philip. "See? It basically goes in a circle. 'Cause you can get to the same spot from here, tooÉ" He clicked the mouse again to demonstrate.
"That's really helpful. Thanks, Sonny." Philip set the computer between them as his mind raced. "So, hey. How are things going for you? This mansion's so big, I feel like I hardly ever see you."
"I know." Sonny swallowed hard and willed his eyes not to travel to Philip's crotch. He mentally accepted that, as dirty as it might be, he was totally going to jerk off thinking about Philip as soon as he got back to his room. He just had to make it out of here without making an ass of himself. "But, uh, school's good. That website I started with Will and Chad is really taking off."
"Nice! What aboutÉ I mean, are there any guys? I never said this to you, but I thought it was pretty awesome how you came back here and stood up for who you are with my dad and everyone. That takes guts."
"Thanks," Sonny said with a shrug. "I dunno, it's justÉ who I am, like you said. If people don't like it, too bad."
"Yeah." A pregnant pause hovered over them. Philip let his hand wander to his taut stomach. It was now or never. "So I take it you haven't been getting much action?" he said with a chuckle.
Sonny shyly answered, "No. Not really."
"I get it, man. Since Melanie and I split upÉ" He waved his right hand in the air. "It's mostly this guy and me."
"I know the feeling," Sonny said, letting out a nervous but excited snicker. His head was spinning. Was Philip seriously lying here in his underwear, talking about jerking off?
With a bold little laugh, Philip added, "What do you think I was doing before you walked in here?"
"Oh. Really? I'm, uh, sorry I--" Sonny stood from the bed.
"Sonny. Calm down." Philip patted the bed again. "It's cool. You don't have to go."
"Nah, if you want toÉ you knowÉ go ahead." Sonny kept his body half-turned away from Philip, hoping to conceal the stiff bone in his jeans.
"I do." Philip locked eyes with him. "But you don't have to leave."
Sonny could not believe what he was hearing. Nor could he believe what he was seeing as Philip's hand snaked down into his boxer briefs and cupped his package. Sonny could make out the slightest hint of Philip's dark blond bush over the band of the underwear. He wasn't even trying to pretend not to look now -- Philip clearly didn't care.
"Just sit down," Philip said calmly.
Sonny did as he was told. His whole body was tingling with excitement over what was going on here. It reminded him of quite a few instances from when he was in high school and then studying abroad, times when guys who were decidedly not gay (or at least not even close to out of the closet) would put the moves on him. Except he had to be reading this wrong. Philip would not -- could not -- be doing that.
Or could he? Because now Philip's hand was moving up and down inside his underwear, and the head of what looked to be a very nice cock was visible as it pushed against the thin fabric.
Philip let his head roll back against the pillows as his hand continued to work slowly. "Do you ever just get so horny that you feel like you're gonna pass out or something?"
"Yeah," Sonny said, his mouth suddenly very dry.
Philip's dimples seemed to be sparkling as he turned to Sonny. "Like now?"
Sonny drew a deep breath. "Like now. Yeah." He stretched his legs down the length of the bed and tried to relax. A deep, animalistic horniness was burning inside him, in his chest, in the pit of his stomach, in his crotch.
"I can tell," Philip said with a smirk as he nodded down at Sonny's obvious hard-on. Then he did something that Sonny never would have imagined: he reached over and rubbed the palm of his hand over Sonny's clothed dick. Up and down, back and forth. Sonny could have sworn that all the blood in his body was running straight to his cock.
Without another word, Philip reached down, pushed his boxer briefs to his ankles, and then kicked them off. Sonny's eyes locked upon the sexy piece of meat standing straight up between Philip's legs. It was a healthy seven inches, not insanely thick but beautifully formed, and it was surrounded by a sandy blond bush of wiry hairs. All it took was a look for him to convey a message to Sonny: "Go on. Touch it."
Sonny could no longer help himself. He reached over and wrapped his hand around Philip's cock. It was hot to the touch and so, so hard. He gave it a few experimental tugs and then used his thumb to swipe a nice dose of precum from Philip's piss slit. He tracked it over the head and down the shaft.
"Fuck, that feels so good," Philip said with a groan.
Sonny began jerking him off in earnest -- first with slow, even strokes, and then with a gradually quickening pace. But he felt like his own dick was going to break if he didn't let it out of his pants. He had to touch it.
Daring to take his hand off Philip's schlong for a few seconds, Sonny clumsily undid the button and fly on his jeans. He pushed them down his knees, along with his own grey boxer briefs, and as one hand went to his own pulsating dick, the other went right back to Philip's.
"Nice," Philip muttered. Sonny glanced up to see Philip checking out his dick. Sonny knew that he had nothing to be ashamed of; he had a nice, fat, six-inch cock. He'd seen enough of other guys' dicks to know that he didn't have the biggest one in the world, but it definitely had good girth. He hadn't trimmed his pubes in a while, on account of not having had many dates lately, so a nest of black pubic hair framed his dick.
He got up on his knees as he continued to stroke both of them. He couldn't take his eyes off Philip -- not off his gorgeous face, not off his lean, tanned torso, and certainly not off that beautiful cock. He caught himself licking his lips as he stared at it.
"If you want to," Philip said, "you canÉ" He nodded down toward his own dick.
Whatever remaining nervousness Sonny had faded away in that moment. He dipped his head down and, hand still jerking Philip off, closed his lips over the head of his cousin's dick. Immediately Philip let out a groan of ecstasy. It had been far, far too long since he'd felt something that good and wet around his prick.
Sonny spent some time paying attention to the head, sliding it in and out of his mouth. Every now and then, he would stop and suck on it like a baby with a pacifier. He could feel and taste Philip's precum leaking into his mouth, and he started fisting his own dick harder while he blew Philip.
"Dammit, kid. That is so fucking good," Philip said, his words riding on top of his heavy breaths.
There was only one thing on Sonny's mind now, and that was getting both of them off. He let his lips travel down Philip's shaft, then back up, then down again. After a few repetitions, Philip's pubes were tickling his nose. With the entire cock in his mouth, he used his hand to play with Philip's balls. They were smooth, very full, and rapidly tightening up.
He needed to touch Philip. All of him. He let his fingers travel from Phil's balls down to his equally smooth taint. He didn't want to push his luck and freak him out by going for his hole, but he made sure to massage his taint for a few seconds before he went back to blowing him at full force.
With Sonny's mouth and hand working overtime on his dick, Philip knew it wouldn't be long. He couldn't believe he was letting his younger cousin suck him off, and he definitely couldn't believe how goddamn good it felt.
"Fuck-- Sonny--" he said through gasps. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum--"
That only made Sonny increase the pace even more. His wet mouth rushed up and down Philip's cock, aided by the tight grip of his hand, and within seconds, Philip was humping up into his face.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh my godÉ" Philip slammed his dick deeper into Sonny's mouth, and an instant later, Sonny felt a warm flood of salty liquid hit the back of his throat. He swallowed hard, his lips still wrapped over the head of Philip's cock.
"Holy shit," Philip said breathlessly as he collapsed into the bed. As his head spun from post-orgasmic bliss, Sonny leaned back and pounded his own dick for all it was worth. He used his free hand to push up his shirt, and it was only a matter of seconds before he was blasting a hot, creamy load all over his fuzzy stomach.
Their eyes met as they both came down from their highs and accepted the reality of what just happened.
Philip broke the silence. With one of his trademark smirks, he said, "Thanks, kid. I needed that. And you are a pro. Man."
Sonny smiled, still too dazed from his orgasm to move.
The mansion seemed awfully empty to Brady Black as he arrived home. It had been an annoying day of putting out fires at Titan and squabbling with Nicole, who for some insane reason could not bring herself to leave E.J. DiMera in the dust once and for all.
Brady headed up the stairs to his room. He was walking down the hall when he passed Philip's door and heard some unmistakable sounds coming from inside:
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh my godÉ"
Either Philip was having one hell of a jack-off session, or he had a woman in there. It couldn't be Melanie -- Brady had seen her just a little while ago at the Cheatin' Heart, and she wasn't stupid enough to go back to him after what he did. And Chloe was in no place to be hooking up with Philip again right now.
When the room finally fell into silence, Brady retreated a few doors down to his own room -- but kept the door open. There was a definite stirring inside his slacks, but his curiosity was more powerful than it, at least for the time being.
Finally he heard the door to Philip's room open. Brady's jaw nearly hit the floor as he peeked out and saw a very disheveled Sonny stuck out of Philip's room and close the door behind him. Before Sonny headed the other direction down the hall, totally unaware that he was being watched, Brady noticed one thing: an unmistakable grin on the younger man's face.
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