***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 Summer, Part One" by rychard on march 5, 2001
Shawn Brady sat in his living room with the remote in his hand, flipping through the channels. As usual, the only thing on in the middle of the afternoon were the soap operas that his mom watched. As it was, both his mom and dad (Hope and Bo) were out of the house, spending time with their newborn son, John Thomas. Being a sixteen year old guy, Shawn didn't mind having the house to himself.
He thought about calling his childhood friend, Belle Black, but stopped himself before picking up the phone. Lately, everyone and their mom (literally) were implying to him that he and Belle were destined to be the next super-couple of Salem, USA, but he wasn't so sure. It began with a few jokes here and there at Salem High, but soon Shawn realized that Belle had strong feelings for him. Of course, being the sixteen year old girl that she was, she'd deny it, but Shawn could see right through her. Unfortunately for Shawn, Belle couldn't see right through him, otherwise she'd realize their chances for being a couple were about as slim as a year going by without Stefano DiMera not kidnapping or brainwashing someone they loved.
Shawn had known for quite a while now that he was gay. He tried to play it off by flirting with girls like Belle or her best friends Mimi and Chloe, but deep inside he knew that even though he could fool those girls, he'd never be able to fool himself. He found himself attracted to the seemingly endless parades of hunks that resided in Salem. Men like Austin Reed, Brandon Walker, and even Belle's dad, John Black, had all been the subject of Shawn's fantasies, even though he knew they were all straight.
Shawn turned off the TV and decided that he needed to get out the house. He was on summer vacation and decided he needed to go out there and have some fun. He figured he'd run into someone he knew at the mall, and if not, he could at least cruise the pretty boys that were there. ***
Brandon Walker was walking pensively through Salem Place, the outdoor mall that was always open. His thoughts, as usual were focused on Sami Brady, the woman that he loved with all his heart who didn't love him back. She was probably off somewhere making love to her boyfriend, Austin. After all the adventures Brandon and Sami had been through, he couldn't figure out why she'd choose that loser Austin over him.
He caught his reflection in the Ballistix department store window. He knew he had the looks to win over Sami, after all, he'd had so many sexual conquests in the past. He was in his mid-twenties and his skin was light brown (his mom was white and his father was Hispanic). He had deep, brown eyes, and perfect dimples. His lips were full and no matter his emotion, always seemed to be in a permanent pout. And then there was his body. He was a trained boxer (okay, okay, Austin was a boxer, too, but in a fight last year, Brandon kicked that dimwit's ass!) Women from his past had compared his perfect body to that of a Greek God's. Brandon knew they were right, but would often pretend to be shy and naive about his looks, since he knew this drove the girls even more wild.
But for whatever reason, Sami had chosen to be with Austin, and it was time to move on. There was nothing more pathetic to him than someone obsessing about someone who didn't love them back.
As he turned to head home to a cold shower, he spotted Shawn Brady looking at him. Shawn quickly looked away, but it was too late, Brandon had seen him.
Brandon approached Shawn.
"Hey, what's up, Shawn?"
Shawn looked at Brandon, like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Uhhhh....nothing."
Brandon smiled at Shawn. He knew the poor kid was nervous, after all, the two of them had never really gotten a chance to know each other. Shawn was Sami's cousin, but still, the two guys didn't have much of a connection.
"Hey man, are you dong anything special right now?"
Again, Shawn didn't know what to say.
"Uhhhh...no."
Brandon laughed. "Lighten up, man, I'm not gonna knock you senseless or anything."
"Like you did with Austin?" Shawn was getting more relaxed, returning to his sarcastic ways.
"Yeah, right." Brandon liked this guy right away. Anyone who would make fun of Austin could be a friend of his. Besides, maybe getting closer to Shawn might help him get closer to Sami. "I was just wondering of you wanted to hang out. We could go back to my place and watch a movie or something."
Shawn's heart dropped. "Uhhhh...sure."
"Cool" Brandon smiled.
Brandon playfully put his arm around Shawn as they headed to his car. Shawn knew it was just a "macho-thing" on Brandon's part, but couldn't help but feel turned on by his touch. ***
Brandon slid open the door to his loft and walked in, with Shawn following behind him. Shawn could not believe that he was in the apartment of one of the sexiest guys in Salem, yet here he was. He knew nothing could happen, since Brandon was the straightest of straight guys, but his fantasies were enough to hold him over. Having Brandon's arm around him was enough ammunition for a year's supply of masturbatory fantasies.
"Make yourself comfortable, " Brandon said as he headed towards the kitchen. "Do you drink?"
"Um, yeah, root beer."
Brandon laughed. "Hey, that's cool. Your dad's a cop, right?"
"Yeah."
"That explains why you're so straight-edge."
"I'm not straight........edge." Shawn smiled, amused at his own private joke.
Brandon shrugged it off and grabbed a Bud for himself and a Mug for the kid.
Shawn sat on the couch and watched as Brandon approached him. "So, I heard in Paris, that your wife died."
"Yeah." Brandon thought back to Angela, the mob-princess he had to marry in order for Sami to get custody of her son (long story).
"I just always thought you liked my cousin Sami, since you spend so much time with her."
"Well, to tell you the truth, I love her," Brandon said, deciding to be completely honest with Shawn.
"But she's with Austin."
"I know. Sucks to love someone you know you can never have. You know what I mean?"
"Definitely."
Brandon's interest piqued. He had heard from Sami that Belle and Shawn were almost a couple. "Aren't you dating Belle," he asked.
"No. Since we're being honest, I know she likes me, but I just don't feel the same way."
"That's nothing to worry about. You're too young to be tying yourself down to just one girl."
"Well..." Shawn was being uncomfortable.
Brandon picked up on Shawn's discomfort and quickly changed the subject. "So, what movie do you wanna watch?"
They decided to watch Brandon's "Boogie Nights" DVD. Brandon popped the disk in the player, and the two sat back and watched the movie, leaving their girl troubles in the past. ***
Two and a half hours later, the movie was approaching it's final scene. Brandon had just finished his fourth can of beer and was feeling a little buzzed. Shawn was trying to hide the tent in his pants from watching Mark Whalberg's porn scenes.
On the TV, Mark Whalberg's character was standing in front of a mirror, pulling down his pants, revealing a huge cock. Shawn tried to look disinterested, but couldn't help but stare.
Brandon let out a laugh. Shawn thought Brandon had caught him staring.
"That's so fake."
Relief fell through Shawn's body. "What's so fake?"
"That dick. They had to put that on him with prosthetics and shit. That mutha-fucker's probably only, like, three inches."
Shawn loved that the drunker Brandon got, the more he cussed. That turned him on more than Marky Mark's fake dick.
"They shoulda got a real man to play that part," Brandon continued. "Like me."
Shawn was intrigued. "Are you saying that they wouldn't need prosthetics with you?"
"Hell no. This mutha-fucker hung's like a horse."
Shawn decided to take this conversation a step further. "Yeah, right...you're not as big as that fake one."
"You calling me a liar?"
"No, I'm just saying a dick that size is a work of fiction."
"You want proof...here, I'll show you."
Brandon stood up and unzipped his pants. Shawn watched in disbelief. Talking about Brandon's dick was one thing, seeing it would surely make him cum in his pants. Brandon let his pants fall and exposed his seven inch soft cut cock.
Shawn didn't even pretend not to stare.
"See," Brandon said proudly.
"I sure do." Shawn had to lift his legs to hide the tent in his pants. "But it's still not as big as Mark Whalberg's fake one."
"Well, it's not hard dip-shit."
Shawn smiled. "Well...?"
Brandon smiled back at him. "I'll tell you what, watching all this fake porn is making me wanna see the real thing. Do you mind if I put one on?"
"Sure, go ahead." Shawn knew at any moment he'd wake up and realize this was all just a dream. But he decided to enjoy the dream as Brandon pulled a video out from his cabinet. He popped it in the VCR and pressed play.
On the TV was a hot, young blond, being fucked by two guys.
Brandon sat on the sofa, inches away from Shawn. His pants were still around his ankles and his dick was still exposed.
"That girl reminds me of Sami."
Shawn noticed the resemblance, but didn't wanna imagine his own cousin doing the things this girl was doing.
"Oh man, I love this one."
Shawn looked over and saw Brandon's dick growing before his eyes. The rumor that dicks that are big when they are soft don't get much better once they're hard was definitely being proved wrong. In a matter of minutes, Brandon's dick had grown to what had to be 11 inches. Shawn was in heaven.
Brandon looked over at Shawn, who quickly looked away.
"Why don't you make yourself more comfortable, man?" Brandon touched Shawn's shoulder. "I can see that you want to." Brandon looked down at the tent in Shawn's pants.
Shawn could tell that in Brandon's drunken haze, he was letting go off all his macho-defenses. He knew that in Brandon's mind, they were just two guys enjoying a porn.
"Me and my room-mate in college used to do this all the time," Brandon began, "we'd get drunk and get off over these movies. It's no big deal"
"Alright, you talked me into it." Shawn sat up and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor.
Brandon looked over, then put his attention back to the porn. In one swift move, he pulled off his shirt, and kicked his pants off of his ankles. Shawn followed suit and took of his shirt and pants, revealing his smooth, thin body. He was now only in his boxer shorts. He looked over at Brandon and saw that he had begun stroking himself.
That was too much for him to take, so he practically tore off his boxers and began beating his six-and-a-half-inch-uncut cock with a fury.
Brandon looked over and smiled, remembering how it was being a sixteen year old guy trying to get off. "Hey, Shawn, you can slow down, man, it's not a contest."
Shawn smiled, slightly embarrassed. He began to slow his pace down. He kept spying looks at Brandon from the corner of his eye, while stroking himself with his right hand and feeling his chest with his left.
After ten minutes of silent stroking, Brandon looked over at Shawn and said "You know, my old roommate and used to do something else to get off."
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"We'd switch off. I'd stroke him and he'd stroke me. I wasn't gay or anything, I just wanted to get off."
Shawn smiled at Brandon, feeling the rush of a fantasy coming true.
"We could do that...if you wanted," Shawn stumbled.
"Cool."
Brandon smiled and reached his hand over towards Shawn, getting a firm grasp on his teenaged dick. Shawn let out a sigh. It was such a new feeling having someone else touch him.
"Well?" Brandon looked at Shawn with expectation in his eyes.
"Oh yeah." Shawn reached over and grabbed a hold of Brandon's massive dick. Brandon let out a moan as Shawn began stroking. Shawn became overwhelmed with the feeling of creating joy within the object of his desire. He let out his own moan.
Shawn's breathing became heavier as Brandon tightened his grip around his dick.
"Oh man, Brandon, that feels so good."
"Oh yeah, you like that? Do it to me, now."
Shawn tightened his fist around Brandon's dick, causing Brandon to let out a high-pitched whimper.
"Oh God, Shawn...faster, faster."
Shawn stroked Brandon's cock faster, causing the ex-boxer to buckle on the couch. Shawn began to writhe as Brandon did the same to his dick.
Brandon pulled himself closer to Shawn. "Pinch my nipple, Shawn."
Shawn didn't need to be told twice. With his free hand, he pinched Brandon's nipple. Feeling Brandon's smooth, muscular chest, was too much for Shawn. He knew he'd be cumming any minute now.
Brandon moved his free hand down to Shawn's hairy balls, cupping them in his palms. "You like that."
Shawn let out a moan.
The two of them sat on the couch, feeling each other's sensitive spots, writing in pleasure, moaning in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhh man, I'm gonna cum!!!!" Brandon whimpered. He let out a thunderous moan, and his cock exploded, letting out stream after stream of man-juice. Some of his cum landed on Shawn's hand and arm.
Brandon's cock immediately started softening, but he kept stroking Shawn's cock with his eyes shut. Shawn pulled his cum-stained hand away from Brandon's dick and put it up to his mouth. He made sure Brandon's eyes were still closed, then brought the cum to his lips, tasting Brandon's sweet juice. This sent him over the edge.
"I'm gonna cum!!"
Brandon opened his eyes and saw Shawn licking his cum from his hands. What's this kid doing, he thought to himself.
Before he could say anything, Shawn's dick erupted, shooting spurts of cum onto his own chest.
"Oh man, that felt so great." Shawn caught his breath as Brandon released his cock.
The two guys sat in silence for a few minutes, as the porn they were watching continued to play. Finally, Brandon stood up and handed Shawn a towel, to wipe himself off with.
"Hey Shawn, you'd probably better get going now."
This caught Shawn off-guard, as he mechanically reached for his clothes.
"Um, yeah, you're right," Shawn stammered.
"This was cool, though. We should, uh, do it again sometime."
The hope flood into Shawn's eyes. "Really?"
Brandon pulled on his pants. "Sure, and maybe next time, you could lick up more than my cum."
Shawn's cheeks grew red with embarrassment. "You--you saw?"
"Hey, it's no big deal Shawn...my old roommate used to like tasting it too."
Shawn smiled and pulled on his shirt. ***
Shawn declined Brandon's offer for a ride home, and walked out of the former boxer's apartment.
Brandon's manipulative older sister, Nicole Walker, was approaching her brother's loft at this time and saw Shawn leave. She quickly hid behind a pillar as Shawn passed her by.
"Now, what in the world was Shawn Brady doing in my brother's apartment," she asked herself. "What, indeed?" ***
As Shawn Brady walked home, he could feel that this was just the beginning of what promised to be the best summer of all the days of his life.
...to be continued...