DAYS OF OUR LIVES 3
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Day turned to night while Sonny Kiriakis was holed up in his room in his great- uncle's mansion, putting the finishing touches on the Western Civ paper he had due tomorrow. By the time he emerged, the dark night sky was blanketing Salem, and his brain was thoroughly fried. It was too early to go to bed, but he couldn't imagine himself getting anything else useful done tonight. He ducked into the kitchen, found some leftovers to heat up for a quick dinner, and then decided to relax in the hot tub.
Upstairs, he changed into some navy blue board shorts and a gray tank top. Grabbing a towel, he made his way out to the backyard. Moonlight bounced off the surface of the pool. To Sonny's surprise, the hot tub was already running. His great-cousin-twice-removed (or something ridiculous like that), Brady Black, was sitting in the tub as the jets fired in all directions.
"Hey," Sonny said as he approached and draped his towel over a chair. "What's up?"
"Not a hell of a lot. What about you?" There was a glassy look in Brady's eyes, and Sonny understood why when he saw the fifth of whiskey sitting next to the hot tub. There were days when it seemed like Brady drank from sun-up to sun- down. On more than one occasion, Sonny had walked into an argument between Brady and his grandfather, Victor -- usually involving Victor warning Brady to pull himself together. Sonny tried to stay out of the family drama whenever possible, but he knew that Brady had gone a little off the rails after his breakup with Nicole Walker and a whole ridiculous escapade that involved crazy Vivian Alamain and a sarcophagus.
"I've been working on this history paper all day and just finished," Sonny said. "Need to clear my head."
"Then you should get the hell out of this house," Brady said with a sarcastic laugh. He had two or three days' worth of stubble on his face.
"It's quiet tonight, at least." Sonny gripped the bottom of his tank top and began to pull it upward, but a wave of self-consciousness hit him. He wasn't in bad shape by any means, but Brady was built. He paraded around the mansion shirtless enough for Sonny to know that he was thick and toned, his big pecs like two huge slabs of meat. Sonny felt Brady's eyes on him as he tossed the shirt aside and carefully lowered himself into the hot, hot water.
"Yeah. Grandfather is off trying to woo poor Maggie Horton."
"That's still so weird to me," Sonny said. That kind, caring Maggie would ever get involved with Victor Kiriakis had most of Salem surprised.
"You're telling me." Brady paused to take a quick swig from his bottle. "And Philip's out doing God knows what."
Sonny just shrugged. Secretly, though, the mere mention of Philip sent a wave of excitement through his body. Ever since that crazy night when he had walked in on Philip jerking off and wound up sucking his dick, Sonny couldn't stop looking at his relative with lust. He couldn't help but hope for a repeat performance, though he had no idea how to make it happen. Philip, for his part, wasn't treating Sonny weirdly or anything -- he just wasn't acknowledging it at all. It was like it never happened. Sonny was beginning to think that there would never be a second time, but for now, he was jerking off two or three times a day thinking about how hot it had been to feel Philip's jizz blasting into his mouth.
"You still with me?" Brady asked, snapping his fingers in front of Sonny's face.
Embarrassed, Sonny realized he must have spaced out thinking about Philip. He fixed a smile on his face and nodded insistently. "Yeah. Just spaced out."
"Mm-hmm."
Sonny couldn't read that look that Brady was giving him, but then again, Brady was probably drunk out of his mind.
"So what's been up with you?" Brady asked.
"Busy with school, and that website we started--"
"Are you getting any ass?"
Sonny hesitated, a little taken aback by Brady's forwardness.
"Not really," he said. Which was true. His encounter with Philip increasingly seemed like it'd be a one-time thing, and that was the extent of his Salem sex life so far.
"There are no guys? Really?" Brady shook his head and stretched his buff arms out on either side of him, over the edge of the hot tub. "Fuck that, man. We're Kiriakises. We should not be having trouble with this."
"Things are still bad with you and Nicole?" Sonny asked.
"There are no 'things' between me and Nicole anymore." Brady grabbed the whiskey bottle and took a swig. "Fuck her. Fuck EJ DiMera. Fuck 'em all. We're Kiriakises! We can do whatever the hell we want!" His voice reached out into the night now, and Sonny was grateful that Victor's property was set so far from the neighboring homes.
Brady pushed the bottle in Sonny's direction. Sonny tried to wave it off politely, but Brady pushed again. Sonny accepted it and took a quick drink. Even that little bit burned his throat and chest as he swallowed.
"There ya go!" Brady encouraged him. "Hey, you know what?" He reached down under the water and, seconds later, produced a black ball of fabric that had to be his swim trunks. "We can do whatever the fuck we want, right?"
"Right," Sonny agreed, completely preoccupied by the thought that Brady Black was buck-naked mere feet away from him.
Brady flung the trunks somewhere in the distance. The dark night seemed to eat them up.
"You know what's great?" he said, turning back to Sonny. "It doesn't matter if I ever find those. I've got more. I can buy more. That is what being a Kiriakis means."
If he weren't so damn hot, he would really obnoxious right now, Sonny thought.
"Come on, Sonny. Join me."
"You meanÉ?"
"Take 'em off. Come on. We're in the privacy of our own home. Who's gonna care? Henderson?"
With Brady's gaze burning into him, Sonny finally consented. He reached beneath the hot water and undid his board shorts. A second later, he pulled them out and held them in the air.
"There you go, kid! Get rid of those."
Sonny chucked them only a few feet away. Losing them on purpose seemed like a pretty dumb idea.
Brady clapped and took another drink from the bottle. Sonny felt his dick stirring beneath the water. The bubbles from the jets, coupled with the constant racing of the water, seemed to provide pretty good cover -- at least Sonny's covert glances at Brady indicated so, since all he could see was a vague, flesh-colored blur in the area where Brady's naked lower half was supposed to be.
They sat in silence for another few seconds, Sonny trying to relax despite the steady flow of blood into his crotch, before Brady did something else that shocked him.
"It's too fucking hot in here," Brady said, and just like that, he hoisted himself out of the tub and sat on the edge to let his feet dangle in the water. He was bare-ass naked, sitting there on display. Sonny's couldn't not look. There was no getting around it: Brady was a total hunk. His tan seamlessly covered his entire body. There was hardly a hair to be found, aside from the very light dusting of brown ones on his lower legs; his pubes were totally shaved, with just the finest hint of stubble showing above his cock. And that cock. Even soft, hanging down over his balls as it was now, that cut piece of meat had to be four or five inches long. Sonny gulped at the glorious sight of Brady's fat hog nestled between those humongous thighs.
"Can I ask you a question?" Brady said.
"Uh, sure." Sonny swallowed hard.
"I'm hot, right? Like--" He moved a hand up and down his chest. "Nicole should be picking me, shouldn't she?"
She's an idiot not to, Sonny thought. Then again, EJ DiMera was incredibly sexy. He was tall, British, dark-haired, and from what Sonny had seen, had one hell of an ass tucked into those suit pants. Of course, there was the whole matter of him being a career criminal and a destructive psycho. . .
"She definitely should," Sonny said. "She's an idiot."
Brady smirked. "Good. Thanks." He picked up the bottle yet again, but this time, he didn't lift it to his mouth. "So you think I'm hot, huh?"
Sonny froze. "I mean. . . we're related, but from a purely--"
"Like you and Philip? Related, I mean."
Brady let that comment linger in the air. Sonny didn't know what to say. He was doing his best not to appear totally shocked, although his heart was slamming against the wall of his chest.
"I saw you coming out of his room," Brady said, his smirk growing. He set the bottle down with a clink and grabbed his soft cock. He let it slap back down against his balls. "Who has a nicer cock? Me or Philip?"
"Um." Sonny felt like he was in some insane dream. Was Brady putting the moves on him now? His own dick was throbbing beneath the water.
"I guess it's not fair to compare like this. Why don't you come over here and get it hard for me?"
"Brady. . ."
"What? You don't wanna touch me? I'm a little insulted, Sonny." Brady held his still-soft dick upright, but it certainly looked fuller than a minute ago. He spread his legs a little wider, giving Sonny a good view of the smooth insides of his thighs and his swollen sack.
His hormones surging, Sonny waded through the hot tub. He didn't even care what was right or wrong. He would be a fool to turn down this invitation. He reached out a hand for Brady's cock, his fist gripping the shaft while his thumb rubbed the underside of the head. It quickly filled with blood and expanded in Sonny's hand.
"Holy crap," he muttered as the soft penis grew into a hefty club in his hold.
Brady looked down at him. "You like that?" Cockiness dripped from each syllable he spoke.
Sonny didn't think words would suffice. He stroked his hand up and down that beautiful dick a few times and then sunk his mouth down onto it. Brady let out an immediate groan of pleasure, which only turned Sonny on more. His own prick was like steel beneath the water.
They stayed like that for minutes, Sonny gobbling Brady's cock hungrily. Brady leaned back, placing his hands on the pavement behind him to hold himself up. From Brady's moans and the occasional jerk of his hips, Sonny could tell he was doing a good job. He slid his hand up and down Brady's dick, which was slick with saliva, while his mouth nursed the bulbous head. Every now and then, he moved down to tongue Brady's smooth balls. Sonny's hand traveled under the water to fist his own dick.
"Hold up," Brady said suddenly. He gently pushed Sonny off his dick.
"What's wrong?" Sonny asked. His hand was still gripping his own cock.
Brady stood up. "I don't want to cum that way." He made his way over to a table where his towel laid beside his keys, phone, and wallet. It gave Sonny a chance to scope out Brady's hard, beefy ass, which flexed with every step he took. Brady removed something from his wallet.
"You've been fucked, right?" he asked with a gleam of lust in his eye.
Sonny nodded, hypnotized by the sight of what had to be an eight-inch dick sticking straight out from Brady's godly body. "Yeah." His hand was slowly working the ridge where the head of his cock met his shaft. He thought he might cum at any second, but he couldn't stop touching himself.
Brady unwrapped the condom. "Good." He quickly rolled the condom over his dick and dipped back into the hot tub.
Deftly he turned Sonny around and pushed him up against the wall of the tub. Sonny felt a finger travel up and down his fuzzy ass crack before finding his hole. It was already twitching. He realized he was pushing his butt toward Brady like a little bottom in heat, but he couldn't help himself. Not with this stud lining up behind him.
Brady worked a finger into Sonny's asshole. A guttural moan spilled from Sonny's throat. He rocked himself back and forth on that finger. It had been a while since he'd been fucked, and never by something as big as that monster Brady was sporting, but he was more than up for the challenge. He kept trying to force himself not to jerk his own dick, but it seemed to be a losing battle; for the time being, though, he ran a hand over his taut, hairy stomach and through his black bush.
Another of Brady's fingers joined the first. Sonny's hole reacted accordingly, opening up to take it in.
"How's that feel?" Brady asked, his voice deeper and huskier now.
"So fucking good." Sonny could barely get the words out. He pushed back down on the fingers, sinking as far onto them as he could before pulling forward again. Then he repeated the motion over and over. He could tell Brady was getting antsy, too -- he was slamming his fingers faster and faster into Sonny.
Brady leaned in close, pressing that hot chest against Sonny's back. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," Sonny said through a gasp of pleasure.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me. Brady, come on. Fuck me. Please."
Then the fingers were gone. Sonny felt the fat head of Brady's dick tickling his entrance. When Brady first pushed into him, all he could feel was pain -- at least for a second. That thing was so thick. Sonny took deep breaths, waiting for his body to adjust. Brady was gentle and waited like that, not forcing any more of it inside.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Sonny said. He dropped his arms onto the ledge of the hot tub and rested his head on them. Closing his eyes, he imagined the sight of Brady pushing into him. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would be a part of this scene.
"All right," he said. "Keep going."
Brady complied, slowly feeding another inch or so of his cock to Sonny's hungry hole. As always happened when he bottomed, Sonny felt the discomfort turning to pleasure. He gave Brady the official go-ahead by moving gently up and down the length of dick that was already inside him.
Brady began to rock slowly back and forth. He slid another inch in, pulled it out, and then pushed it back inside. Before long, he had added more and more, until he was fucking Sonny with a good three-quarters of his dick.
"Your dick feels so good," Sonny groaned into the night.
"Good." Brady picked up the pace, sawing back and forth, in and out of the smaller man's ass. Sonny squeezed his hole around Brady's thick shaft.
"You know how to take a dick," Brady said, almost under his breath, as he sped up even more. The compliment made Sonny smile, even while he was being railed. He held onto the edge of the hot tub as Brady pounded him from behind. He finally allowed his hand to grab his own pulsating dick, which he could feel was leaking an absurd amount of precum. He started yanking on it with abandon.
"Getting close," Brady managed through heavy, shallow breaths. Hearing Brady Black panting like that while he drilled into Sonny's asshole was such a turn-on. Sonny was about to say that he wanted to see Brady cum when he felt Brady's mouth close to his ear:
"Did Philip pound you this good? Did he fuck your little hole?"
"No," Sonny admitted, his entire body tingling at the thought that Brady was wrapped up in some competition with Philip, maybe even thinking about Philip's cock and what Sonny did to it.
Sonny's hand was moving at supersonic speeds under the water. "Brady, I'm gonna cum."
"Me, too." Brady gave one more thrust and, his dick still buried in Sonny's ass, stopped moving.
"Are you done?" Sonny asked, disappointed at the possibility of having missed the big moment.
"No." Brady pulled out and, in one smooth movement, hoisted Sonny out of the tub and planted him on the ledge. Brady climbed out of the tub, ripped off the condom, and tossed it aside.
Sonny laid down on his back. The wet concrete beneath him wasn't the most comfortable thing to lie on, but he was so far gone with lust that he didn't even care. He just laid there, spread out and jerking his six-inch cock, while Brady loomed over him and beat his own monster dick.
Brady clamped his eyes shut. Sonny could tell he was close.
"Wait," he said suddenly. He sat up enough to pull Brady toward him and then covered Brady's dick with his mouth. Brady took the hint and, squatting over Sonny's chest, started drilling in and out.
"Sonny, I'm--"
The head of Brady's dick expanded even more as it fired streams of warm liquid into Sonny's mouth. Sonny gulped them down, and the sensation was enough to push him over the edge. His own hand was flying up and down his dick, and a few seconds later, he blew his own load.
Brady started laughing.
"What?" Sonny asked, stung by a wave of self-consciousness.
"You hit me in the ass," Brady said as he stood up. He turned around to show Sonny his handiwork. Sure enough, there was a glob of Sonny's cum splattered on Brady's left ass cheek.
"Sorry," Sonny said.
"I think I'll live." Brady looked around, then grabbed Sonny's tank top and wiped it off. "Here you go, kid. And thanks."
Brady wrapped a towel around himself and headed for the house. It took Sonny several minutes to pick himself up off the ground, grab his board shorts, and slip back into the hot tub to try and gather his wits. Life in Salem had started off slowly for him, but it was quickly becoming very, very interesting.
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