This story is a work of fiction based on characters from the NBC soap operas "Days Of Our Lives" and "Passions." It is not meant to imply the true sexual behavior of the actors playing these characters, or the characters themselves.
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This is a continuation of my last three-part series "Days Of Our Summer." Due to the overwhelming response of that trilogy, I've decided to write another.
Here's a quick recap of the last trilogy: Shawn Brady was coming to terms with being a closeted gay sixteen year old. After two discreet sexual encounters with Brandon Walker and Dr. Craig Wesley, Shawn was becoming more comfortable with his sexuality.
Meanwhile, his father Bo Brady, was following a trail of clues that led him to discover that not only was his son gay, but he had had sexual relations with two grown men. Outraged that these men would "take advantage" of his underage son, Bo set up a plan of revenge: forcing Brandon and Craig to get intimate with each other, while secretly recording it, then posting it on the internet, for all of Salem to see.
Back at the Brady home, Shawn was paid a surprise visit by Jason, a fellow Salem High student. After subtle flirting, the two of them went skinny dipping and ended up sleeping together. Afterwards, Jason professed his secret love for Shawn, who realized that he, too, might one day love Jason back...
"Days Of Our Passion," Part One by rychard on march 12, 2001
Shawn and Jason sat on Shawn's bed, looking through travel brochures, after walking home from school together. It had been three months since their first kiss, and the two of them were falling more and more in love with each other with each passing day.
Shawn looked up at Jason, who was studying one brochure very closely. Shawn smiled, thinking of the upcoming weekend. The two of them were planning to have a weekend escapade from Salem, where after three months, Shawn would finally tell Jason that he loved him. And after that, who knew, maybe the two of them would come out to all of Salem as a loving couple.
"This one looks really nice," Jason said, as he handed Shawn a brochure.
Shawn took if from him, noticing how the sunlight through the window was shining on Jason's dark blond hair.
"Harmony Inn," Shawn read, "The Finest Resort On The New England Coast."
Jason smiled at Shawn, knowing that Shawn was a sucker for his devilish smirk of a grin. "Harmony. Sounds...harmonious, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," Shawn laughed. "I think it'll be perfect. A place called Harmony has to be perfect. I`ll make the call."
Shawn leaned over across Jason to grab the phone. As Shawn leaned over him, Jason took him in his arms and kissed him firmly on the lips. After a moment, Jason pulled away, smiling.
"The call can wait, can't it?"
Shawn smiled, looking into Jason's hazel eyes, knowing he couldn't resist.
"Sure," Shawn said, as he leaned up to kiss Jason again, savoring the taste of his lover's lips.
The two of them laid on the bed, kissing with great fervor, until the phone rang. Shawn pulled away from Jason to answer it.
"Let the machine get it," Jason pleaded.
"I would, but it could be my parents," Shawn responded. "They know I'm home."
Jason sighed, leaning back on the bed as Shawn answered the phone.
"Hello," Shawn said into the phone.
"Hi Shawn," replied the perkiest female voice in all of Salem.
"Hey Belle," Shawn responded, dreading the upcoming conversation.
Jason smiled at him, grateful that he wasn't the one being forced into a conversation with Salem High's head cheerleader.
"Um, I was just wondering, if maybe you wanted to go to the movies or something today?"
"Oh, I would," Shawn began, "but I have plans already."
"Oh, you have plans," Belle's voice grew suspicious. "With who?"
"With Jason, okay? I gotta go. Bye." Shawn hung up on Belle. He hated having to be so abrupt with her, but it seemed like the only way she'd ever get it through her ultra-optimistic head that the two of them would never become a couple.
Shawn looked at Jason, with regret in his eyes.
"I never thought I'd say this," Jason began, "but you should talk to Belle. Besides, I should probably get home, my parents are expecting me to mow the lawn today."
Shawn groaned, disappointed. "I don't wanna talk with her, I wanna be with you."
"We'll have plenty of time for that this weekend," Jason smiled.
"Fine," Shawn said, standing up off of the bed. "I'll make the reservations for Harmony Inn, and you go home and mow the lawn or whatever."
"You know," Jason teased, "it's pretty hot out there, I'll probably have to take my shirt off while mowing the lawn. And there'll be sweat shining all over my body--"
"Shut up! You're killing me!"
Jason laughed, as he stood up and kissed Shawn one last time.
"Just giving you something to think about while I'm gone," Jason said.
"Yeah, yeah," Shawn responded, looking down at the tent in his pants.
Shawn and Belle walked through Salem Place, heading towards Java Cafe, the outdoor coffee shop. Belle was keeping her distance from Shawn, a change from the days when she would hold his hand.
"Belle, I just want--" Shawn began, before being interrupted by Belle.
"I notice you've been spending a lot of time with Jason lately," Belle said, with a slight hint of accusation behind her words.
"Yeah, I have, so what," Shawn said as he grew defensive.
Belle stopped walking, turning to face Shawn. "Well, you spending all this time with Jason can only mean one thing, Shawn, and I know exactly what that is."
Shawn looked at Belle, wondering how she could know that he and Jason were lovers. "W-What do you mean," he asked.
"Jason hates Chloe," she said, "and you hanging out with him can only mean that he's trying to get you to do something bad to Chloe."
"What," Shawn exclaimed, outraged. "That's ridiculous."
"Is it?"
"Think about it, Belle, first, Chloe's my friend and I`m not gonna do anything to hurt her. Second, I'm not some naive little boy who does whatever anyone tells him to."
"I didn't mean to--"
"And third," Shawn cut in, "Jason's my friend, too. And if you'd ever get off your high horse, you'd realize he's a great guy. And I love---spending time with him. He`s cool."
"We're talking about the same Jason who tried to dump pig's blood on Chloe at the Last Blast Dance?" Belle looked into Shawn's eyes for an answer, hoping for a resolution to his animosity.
"No, we're not talking about the same Jason who did that. He's changed. But you, you'll never change. In that little fairy tale in your head, he's like the big bad wolf, and always will be. But life's not a fairy tale, Belle, and I sure as hell will never be your Prince Charming."
Belle's eyes filled with tears as Shawn turned and walked away from her.
Shawn walked into his house, slamming the door behind him.
J.T., his younger brother, started crying in his crib. Hope Brady, their mom, got up from the sofa to attend to him.
"Shawn," she reprimanded, "I just got him to sleep."
"Sorry," he said, cooling off, "I just--I need to call Jason."
Hope watched as her son ran up the stairs.
Bo Brady walked into the living room from the kitchen, his mouth full of a half-eaten ham sandwich.
"What's up with the Sailor Man," he asked.
"I don't know," Hope replied, "he said he was going to Salem Place with Belle, then came back upset. You don't think they had a lover's spat, do you?"
"No, I don't think that at all," Bo said, as he smiled at his wife, thinking back to the discovery he had made that his son was gay.
Bo had decided not to tell Shawn that he knew, or that it was him who posted Craig and Brandon's love-fest onto the internet. He felt that Shawn would come to him when the time was right.
Upstairs in his bedroom, Shawn picked up the phone and dialed Jason's number.
"Hello," replied Jason's voice over the telephone, sounding somewhat depressed Shawn thought.
"Hey, it's me. You won't believe--"
"I can't go away this weekend," Jason said bluntly.
"What? Why?"
"It's my parents. They're going all parental on me all of a sudden. Saying I'm too young to go away to some strange town."
"Are you serious," Shawn asked, hoping against hope.
"Dead serious. I hate them."
Shawn looked in the mirror across the room, at his beaten reflection.
"Well, it's official, this day sucks," he said. "I already called the Harmony Inn and placed down a deposit with my credit card and everything."
"Oh..." Jason replied, followed by a long pause. "Then you should go."
"I don't wanna go without you."
"We'll have lots of other times for romantic adventures. I'll be eighteen soon, and then we can move away from this stupid town, and live by our own rules."
A long pause.
"But until then," Jason continued, "you should go. I want you to. Don't fight me on this one, Shawn Douglas Brady."
Shawn smiled, knowing that Jason knew he HATED being called by his full name.
"Fine," Shawn replied. "I'll send you a postcard."
"Coolio," Jason said. "Hey Shawn?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you wearing?"
Shawn laughed out loud. "You're not serious."
"What are you wearing Shawn," Jason repeated, in a more serious tone.
"The same thing I was when you saw me three hours ago Jason," Shawn replied, dripping with sarcasm.
"Describe it to me," Jason persisted.
"Fine," Shawn gave in. "I'm wearing a loose-fitting, button down blue shirt. And tan corduroys. What are you wearing?"
"Just my gray sweats," Jason replied. "I just got done mowing the lawn, and was gonna hop in the shower, so my body is stained with sweat. Unbutton your shirt."
Shawn felt his dick growing in his pants, and decided to go all the way through with his first phone sex experience. He began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his tanned chest. "My shirt's unbuttoned."
"Now," Jason instructed, "bring your finger to your lips and put it into your mouth. Suck on your finger until it's completely moist and wet."
Shawn inserted his finger into his mouth, and swallowed it, imagining it was Jason's dick.
"Is it wet?"
"Yeah," Shawn replied, removing his finger.
"Good, now rub that same finger over your nipples."
Shawn did as he was told, his body tingling at the feeling of his own touch. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants.
"How does that feel," Jason asked.
"Incredible."
"Imagine your finger is my tongue, and I'm licking your nipples, teasing you with my touch."
Shawn let out a sigh, as he began the fantasy. Jason's tongue was rubbing against his nipples, playing the tiny black hairs that surrounded them.
"Now, I'm licking down your chest, to your abdomen."
Shawn moved his finger down.
"I'm licking your belly button. Tasting the salt of your skin. Moistening the trail of fine hair that leads down to your dick."
Jason's voice was becoming breathless, as Shawn realized that he was jerking off as he spoke.
"Undo your pants, let them fall to the floor. But leave your underwear on."
Shawn unzipped his pants, doing as he was told. His dick was pouched securely in his underwear.
"Today's Wednesday," Jason said, "so it's tighty-whities, right?"
"Yeah," Shawn replied, slightly embarrassed.
"That's hot. Now leaving your underwear on, put your open palm against the front of your briefs, and massage your cock, pressing against it."
Shawn controlled the urge to whip it out and stroke his dick, and instead followed Jason's instructions, rubbing his palm against the front of his underwear.
"How's that feel."
"It feels like when you grind your dick against mine when we're kissing."
"Good. Keep on doing that."
Shawn moaned into the phone, letting Jason know he was into this.
"I'm laying on top of you, Shawn, kissing you. Can you feel my tongue exploring your mouth?"
"Yes." Shawn closed his eyes, laying back on the bed.
"I want you to take out your dick now, but don't stroke it."
"You're killing me, Jason," Shawn complained.
"Do it."
Shawn lifted the top of this briefs, and pulled them down, letting his cock pop out.
"Describe it to me," Jason directed.
"It's rock-hard right now, pointing straight up at my ceiling fan. There's a drop of pre-cum at the tip."
"Scoop it up with your finger and taste it."
Shawn carried out Jason's coaching, tasting his own sweet fluid.
"Keep on describing your dick."
"It's throbbing, almost shaking from being so hard. My balls are hanging low, the light from the ceiling is reflecting off of them."
"Move your hand to your balls. Cup them. Imagine that is my hand touching your beauties, rubbing them, playing with them, tickling them."
"I am...oh, I am."
"Now, I'm moving down, away from your throbbing cock and balls, down to your ass."
Shawn moved his hand down to his ass, fondling his cheeks.
"Is your finger still wet," Jason asked.
"Yeah."
"Good, now press it against your hole. That's me. That's my dick trying to get inside of you."
Shawn moved his moist finger to his hole, and pressed against it.
"I want my dick inside of you, Shawn. Let me push it in. Relax yourself and give in."
Shawn took a deep breath as his finger went inside of him.
"Uhhh, Jason, you're inside of me."
"Oh God, you're wrapped around my dick so tightly, Shawn. I'm moving in and out of you, thrusting."
Shawn began thrusting his finger in and out of himself, savoring the pleasure. "Jason, I need to--"
"Go ahead."
Shawn sandwiched the phone between his ear and shoulder, while moving his free hand down to his dick. He began stroking it with a passion, while still finger-fucking himself, imagining Jason's seven-inch boner inside of him.
"I'm...uhhh, fucking you harder....and harder," Jason narrated, his breath out of control.
Shawn felt Jason's dick in him, pushing in harder and deeper.
"Oh yeah, fuck me," Shawn said, "fuck me Jason! Harder!"
Jason couldn't even respond, he was so out of breath. All he could muster out were tiny whimpers.
Shawn felt that familiar tingling in his cock.
"Oh Jason, I'm gonna cum."
"Me too..."
Shawn increased the rates of his strokes and thrusts, finally feeling his ass close in even tighter around his finger as he began to cum.
Both boys let out a simultaneous groan, as they unloaded themselves.
After a few breathless moments, they finally spoke.
"That was..." Jason began.
"Fan-frikkin-tastic," Shawn ended, smiling.
Two days later, Shawn stood in the front doorway of his house, holding a couple of suitcases. His parents, Bo and Hope, watched as their soon prepared to go away for the weekend.
Hope's face was stained with tears.
"Fancy-Face," Bo said to her, "he's just going away for the weekend, save those tears for when he leaves to college."
"College? Bo!" Hope sobbed even harder.
Shawn just smiled at them.
"Well," he said, "I'd better get going before you flood the place, Mom."
"Be safe, Sailor Man," Bo said to his son. "And we expect you to call every hour on the hour."
"Dad!"
"Okay, okay," Bo bargained, "every night then. You got it?"
"I got it."
Shawn stood at his Mom's car, loading his suitcases into the trunk, when he felt someone approaching him from behind.
He turned around to see Jason.
"What are you doing here," Shawn asked. "I thought your parents said you couldn't come."
"I still can't," Jason replied. "I just came to kiss my man goodbye."
Jason leaned in and gently kissed Shawn on the lips. As they pulled apart, Shawn became suddenly self-aware.
"Dude, my parents are in the house," he said, "they're probably watching."
Jason smiled. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."
"Well, I'd better get going, before you do something else you can't help yourself from doing."
"Have fun, Shawn. I'm really going to miss you."
"I'm only gonna think about you while I'm gone."
Shawn looked up at the living room window, then stuck out his hand to Jason to shake.
"Whenever we shake hands," Shawn began, "know that I am kissing you."
Jason smiled, shaking Shawn's hand.
A few minutes later, as Jason was watching Shawn drive away in his mother's car towards Harmony, he heard his cell phone ring.
He picked it up and answered it. "Hello?"
"Jason," replied Salem's perkiest female voice.
"Hi Belle," Jason groaned.
"Can you come over to my place? We need to talk right away." To Be Continued...
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