Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 12:49:54 -0500
From: John Doe <peterdool98@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Days of Our Lives: Aftershock, Part 2"

***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 Two"
 by Peter on Jan. 6, 2002


	In part one of "Aftershock," Bo Brady revealed to his 17 year-old
son Shawn that his mother, Hope, had slept with Shawn's girlfriend's
father, John Black, and conceived a child with him.  Shawn was devastated,
and to get revenge on his family, he decided to shed his perfect reputation
and sleep with his best friend, Philip Kiriakis.  Philip, who was
frustrated with his non-existent sex life, agreed to meet Shawn in his
(Philip's) bedroom for a little fun.  And boy did they have fun.  However,
unbeknownst to the two boys, someone else was also having fun.  Someone had
discovered Philip's open bedroom door and watched the whole thing, and
enjoyed it immensely.  He knew he would find this information very useful.

	Brandon Walker zipped up his pants, which had been down around his
ankles as he watched Philip Kiriakis and Shawn Brady playing around in
Philip's bedroom.  He had come to the Kiriakis house to visit his sister,
Nicole Roberts, who was living there with Victor.  When he arrived at the
front stoop, he noticed a note taped to the door.  In Nicole's handwriting,
it read

Brandon, had to run to Titan to pick up a file.  Come in, make yourself at
home.  Be back shortly.
                                          Love Nikki.

	Brandon had torn the note off the door and entered the house.
Henderson, the butler, brought him a coke and just as he was about to sit
down and turn on the television, he heard a low moan and a giggle coming
from upstairs.  He climbed the staircase and crept down the hall, only to
find Master Philip and Shawn Brady rolling around naked in Phil's bedroom.
Brandon was half Puerto Rican half Caucasian, and had a dark olive
complexion.  He had big, deep eyes and lips that were full and round and
seemed to be in a constant pout.  He was a former boxer, and had the body
to prove it, with totally ripped abs and pecs.  Brandon knew he could have
his choice of Salem's women, but there had always been a side of himself
that loved the male physique.  Perhaps his appreciation for hard bodies
came from his first-hand knowledge of the work that went into them.  As he
saw Shawn and Phil's young, buff bodies intertwining, he felt a stirring in
his khakis, and unzipped his pants to allow his 9 inch monster to breathe.
When he saw the boys kiss, his body shuddered and he began to jerk his
pole.  Now here he was, zipping his pants up, a puddle of semen at his
feet.  Phil and Shawn appeared to be fast asleep in each others' arms.
Brandon ran to Nikki's room to get her Polaroid.  This was perfect.  He
snapped the photo, pulled out and fanned it to help it dry faster.  The pic
was beautiful, as well as useful.  Shawn and Philip lying in their glorious
nakedness, their legs intertwined, Phil's hand resting on Shawn's left
pectoral.  Both boys shimmering with sweat, and had happy, content looks on
their dimpled faces.  Brandon returned the camera to his sister's room.
	"Brandon?" he heard from downstairs.  Nikki was home.  He shoved
the picture into his coat pocket and ran down to greet her.  "Brandon," she
said, removing her gloves and hugging him, "what were you doing upstairs?"
	"Oh, sorry Nikki, just had to take a piss."  His sister looked at
him disapprovingly.  She hated the word 'piss'.  She felt that there were
so many better ways to say what it meant.  Nikki was, as usual, in a tight
business dress.  She looked good in business suits.  She had a great body,
shoulder-length blonde hair, the same deep eyes as her brother, as well as
the same full lips.
	"Anyway, I'm glad you're here.  I need to talk to you about Dad."
She stared at the floor as she said 'dad.'  Their father was scum.  He had
beaten them when they were younger, and had recently nearly killed Nicole.
Brandon knew there was something more to Nicole's hatred of her father, but
couldn't figure it out.  Nicole had recently watched as her dad fell to the
floor in convulsions and died, willing him with all her strength to do so.
	"What about Dad?"  I thought that monster was out of our lives for
good this time.
	"He is, but his will came in the mail yesterday.  He left
everything to you, Mom, and me."  Brandon grimaced at the thought of owning
that bastard's possessions.
	"Look, Nicole, I don't want any of Dad's junk.  You can give my
share to the Salvation Army or something."
	"I said the same thing," said Nicole.  "Mom, however, wants
anything she can get her grubby little hands on.  She said that if you
didn't want your share, she would take it."  Nicole's hatred for her
mother, waitress Faye, was even greater than that for her father.  She felt
that she had allowed their father to hurt them the way he did.
	"Well, Nikki, cut Mom some slack, ok?  She's mourning Dad's death,
for reasons unknown, and she's really hurting right now."
	"Yeah Brandon, I know.  I hate her even more for caring so much
about that bastard."  Brandon couldn't remember the last time he had had a
conversation with his sister that didn't turn into a Faye bashing.
	"Look, Nikki, I'd love to hang around and be miserable with you,
but I'm due at the hospital in half an hour.  I've got the late shift
today."
	Nicole smiled.  She looked tired.  "Brandon, I'm sorry.  I love
you."
	"I love you too, Nicole."  They hugged.  "I'll talk to you later,
ok?"
	"Alright.  Bye."  Brandon left the house.  He had to pull out his
photo to make sure what he saw was real.  It was.  They were as beautiful
as ever.  He decided to go to the Salem Place Print Shop and get copies
made.

	Brady Black was in Ballistix, a women's clothing store in Salem
Place.  He felt weird and out-of-place, but he had to get his sister,
Belle, something she'd really like.  His parents, John and Marlena, were
planning on telling her that John was the father of Hope Brady's baby
tonight at dinner.  This would mean Belle shared a brother with her
boyfriend, Shawn.  Brady knew that he would be crushed, and thought maybe
he would get her a gift to show that he was there for her always.  He was
looking at a rack of purses when he noticed Brandon Walker walking by the
window.  Brandon Walker...what a man, Brady thought.  He had the most
perfect lips, dimples, body, everything.  Brady was openly dating Chloe
Lane, but he knew he was bi, and wasn't ashamed (although he didn't want it
to become public information).  He put the purse down and walked out of the
store toward Brandon.
	"Hey Brandon, what's up?" Brady asked when he had finally caught
the stud.  He didn't know Brandon well, but he was hoping to change that
soon.
	"Not much, man.  I'm just headed toward the print shop.  Gotta get
some copies...for the hospital," Brandon said.  Brady Black...wish I
could've caught him in the act as well, thought Brandon.  That blonde hair,
those piercing blue eyes, that swimmer's build...it's got it all.  Little
did he know, Brady was thinking the same thing about him.
	"So...how's work?" Brady asked, not knowing what else to say.
	"It's great.  In fact, I've gotta get these copies and get to the
hospital within twenty minutes, so I'd better go."
	"Oh ok," Brady said.  "Talk to you later, man."
	"Oh Brady," Brandon said, turning around, "tell your mom, I
mean...um...stepmom, that there's going to be a faculty meeting at the
hospital tomorrow at eleven."
	"Sure, Brandon.  I'll give her the message." As Brandon turned to
leave, something fluttered from his coat pocket.  Brady raced to get it and
give it back, but stopped in his tracks when he realized what the object
was.  "Well, well, well, what have we here?" Brady asked aloud.  "Shawn
Brady and Philip Kiriakis, huh?  I think this could be very useful to me,"
he said, a grin spreading across his face.

	Shawn was in his truck driving away from Philip's house, the look
of afterglow still on his face.  His little scheme had taken an unexpected
turn...he was in love with Philip Kiriakis, his best friend.  The sun was
beginning to set, so he flipped his lights on.  He glanced at his watch.
It was 5:30 PM.  In just a short four hours his life had changed for the
worse, as well as for the better.  Lost in his own thoughts, and not really
knowing where he was going, he had failed to notice the headlights in his
rearview mirror.
	He decided that, since he had taken his dad's truck, he had to let
his parents know he was ok, and that the truck was ok.  Maybe he would just
ride over to the pub and spend the night with his grandparents.  Bo's
mother, Caroline Brady, and his stepfather, Shawn Brady (Shawn's namesake),
lived in a cabin over the famous Brady Pub on the riverfront.  As Shawn
began to trace the very strange and complicated family lineage, he realized
he had just given his uncle a blowjob.  Phil was Bo's half brother.  He
laughed at the thought of that.
	Just then, he noticed the headlights.  They were right on his ass.
He turned at the next corner.  The vehicle did the same.  He turned left at
the intersection, as did the following car.  Finally, he pulled over.  The
car followed suit.  He stepped out, clutching the revolver Bo always kept
in the glove compartment.  He realized he had chosen a bad area to stop.
There were no houses around.  It was a wooded area near Pine Mountain Road
heading into the mountains north of Salem.  The other car, which was now
obviously an SUV of some sort, remained still and quiet.  No one came out.
Shawn held the revolver up and pointed at the driver's side window.  Just
then, the window rolled down.  It was Belle's brother, Brady.
	Shawn put the gun on the hood of the vehicle.  "Brady, what the
hell are you doing here?  You've been following me for miles."
	"Yes, Shawn, I have.  I have a proposition for you, Shawn," Brady
said, eyes glittering in the moonlight.  He was obviously up to something.
	"What is it, Brady?  You scared the shit out of me."
	"I think I have something else that will scare the shit out of you
as well, Shawn.  Take a look at this."  With that, Brady pulled out the
photo and shoved it into Shawn's face.  Shawn turned red and his eyes
nearly popped from their sockets.
	"Brady, where did you get this?"
	"That's not important, Shawn.  What's important is that you do what
I say so that I don't have to expose your secret to all of Salem."  To
begin with, Shawn had slept with Philip just to hurt his parents.  He had
planned to expose it to them and the world, as a punishment to them.  But
now, since he had realized his true feelings about Phil and guys in
general, he didn't want it exposed.  Especially not this way.  "Ok, Brady,
what is it?  What do you want?  Money?  My sterio?  What?"
	"Gee, Shawn, I don't want any of that.  Not that they aren't very
good offers.  I'm just looking for a little fun.  You catch my drift?"
	Shawn did catch his drift.  His dick caught the drift too, as it
began to rise, causing a tent in his pants.
	"Wow Shawn, I guess you do catch my drift," Brady said, looking at
the bulge in his pants.
	"Ok Brady, you want fun?  Let's get to it.  Where should we go?"
	"Why do you think I borrowed my dad's SUV?  I thought we could
drive down that dirt path right over there and do it right in here."  Shawn
was hesitant.  "Ok, but let me drive the truck back there first."  Shawn
hopped in the truck and pulled it down a small, bumpy dirt drive that went
into the forest.  It stopped at a clearing beside a pond.  Shawn had left
the gun on Brady's hood, so he reached around and threw it into the glove
compartment.  He then followed Shawn into the forest.  Once they were
parked, Brady turned on the heater and Shawn hopped into the passenger's
seat.
	"Well," Brady said, "let's get to it."  He reached over and rubbed
Shawn's chest through his shirt, and went down and fondled his now very
hard dick through his jeans.  The two climbed into the very spacious back
of the truck, and Brady laid Shawn on his back.  He climbed on top of him
and kissed him deeply, letting his tongue slide down into Shawn's mouth,
sliding it over his teeth and tongue.  Shawn wrapped his arms around Brady
and began to explore with his own tongue.  Brady was wearing Brut
aftershave.  The slight stubble on Brady's face tickled Shawn's.
	Finally, Brady pulled up, panting, and took off his jacket and
began to unbutton his shirt.  Shawn once again pulled off his coat,
sweater, and T-shirt.  Brady rubbed Shawn's smooth, tan pecs, squeezing the
nipples until they were raw.  Shawn closed his eyes and moaned softly.
Brady then pulled off his undershirt, revealing the most beautiful chest
and six pack Shawn had ever seen.  The nipples were the size of quarters,
and the pecs were huge and hard as rocks.  His abs were shaped into a
perfect six pack.  Shawn rubbed his fingers along his bulging muscles.
Brady just stared into his eyes.  Brady had the most honest eyes.  They
looked weary, but happy and content.  He lowered himself back onto Shawn,
their naked torsos pressing together as they kissed again.
	"I want you, Shawn," Brady whispered close to Shawn's ear.  "I want
you more than I've ever wanted anything or anyone in my life."
	"Oh God, Brady, I want you too.  So much."  Shawn grabbed Brady's
face and shoved his mouth to his own.  They began to grind their bodies
together as they explored each others' mouths.  Brady began to fumble with
his pants, and slid them down to reveal a rather stretched pair of tighty
whities.  His legs were dusted with blonde hair, which ended at his feet.
Shawn grabbed the bulge in Brady's underwear, causing him to moan loudly.
Brady then feverishly jerked Shawn's pants down, fondling his rock hard
member through his boxers.  Shawn reached around and slipped his hands into
the back of Brady's underwear, massaging his rock hard, slightly hairy ass.
	"Oh yeah, Shawn.  Oh man you're so hot."  Brady jerked Shawn's
underwear down, as well as his own.  When their dicks touched, Shawn gasped
for air.
	"Take me, Brady.  I want you inside me."  Brady caught the hint,
and roughly turned Shawn onto his stomach.  "This is new to me, so be easy,
ok?"
	"Ok Shawn.  I want you to enjoy this as much as me."  Brady licked
his finger, and slowly inserted into Shawn's pink hole.  "Ohhhh shit!"
Shawn screamed.  Brady quickly pulled out.  "No, Brady, please don't stop.
Don't stop, Brady."  Brady spit onto his hand and lubricated his rock hard
eight inches.  Then he spit into Shawn's hole and worked it around with his
fingers.  He rubbed his cock up and down Shawn's firm ass, which was
sprinkled with black hair.  Then he slowly pushed his dick into the young
boy's puckered hole.  Shawn let out a low moan, and reached behind him,
rubbing Brady's abs.  Brady slowly plunged deeper, and Shawn squeezed his
left nipple.  Finally, he was all the way in.
	Shawn had never felt anything like this before.  He felt so
content, so full of happiness.  When Brady slowly pulled out, leaving only
the head of his dick inside, Shawn felt empty.
	"Fuck me, Brady.  I want you to fuck me like your bitch.  Let me be
your bitch, Brady.  Fuck me."  Brady smiled broadly and plunged into his
young lover's ass.  Shawn screamed in ecstasy, but continued to urge Brady
on by clenching his ass together.  Brady gasped.  He began to slide in and
out of Shawn's hole rapidly, reaching around to massage Shawn's pecs.
Shawn began to jerk his own painfully erect cock in time to Brady's rhythm.
	Finally, Brady shouted "Shawn, I'm gonna cum!  Do you want me to
pull out?"
	Shawn moaned a no, and begged Brady to shoot into his ass.  With
one final thrust, Brady shot is huge load into Shawn's willing hole.  Shawn
blew his load onto the floor of the truck and massaged it onto his abdomen.
Without pulling out, Brady pressed into Shawn's back and the duo lied
together, sweat streaming from every pore.  Brady kissed the back of
Shawn's neck, as Shawn reached around and rubbed Brady's sweat-drenched
ass.  They fell asleep in this position.
	They awoke to the sound of tapping on the window and a bright light
in their eyes.

...To be continued?  Once again, depends on response.