Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 17:04:23 -0500
From: Peter <peterdool98@hotmail.com>
Subject: Days of Our Lives: Aftershock, Part 4

***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 Four"
 by Peter


	Previously in "Aftershock," Bo Brady revealed to his teenage son Shawn that he shares a brother with his girlfriend, Belle Black, because his mother conceived John Black's (Belle's father) child.  Out for revenge, Shawn slept with his best friend, Philip Kiriakis, and realized that he was gay.  Brandon Walker found the boys in a compromising position and took a picture.  While having copies made of the photo, Brandon ran into Brady Black, who found the picture and blackmailed Shawn into having sex with him in the back of his father's SUV in the forest.  Brandon showed up, but Brady had to get home to be with his sister when his father and stepmother revealed to her the truth about the baby's paternity.  He found his father, John Black, in the shower, and the two had an awkward moment as they made eye contact.  Shawn spent the night with his grandparents at the Brady Pub.  The next morning, Brandon received oral service from Craig Wesley, Chief of Staff of University Hospital.  Now, the aftershock continues...

	Philip Kiriakis wiped his mouth and excused himself from the
breakfast table.  His father and Nicole left for an early meeting in
Chicago, so he had dined alone.  Henderson, the butler, began to clear the
table.  Since yesterday, Philip had thought of nothing except the taste of
his friend Shawn's cock in his mouth.  Philip had been desperate for relief
since his girlfriend Chloe had been avoiding him, and agreed to fool around
with Shawn.  Philip had never thought of guys in a sexual way until
recently.  He simply wanted a little fun, but now that he had tried the
drug of gay sex, he couldn't wait for his next taste.

	Brady Black rolled out of bed.  He looked at the alarm clock beside
his bed.  8:30 AM.  He slipped into his robe and walked out into the
hallway.  "Belle?  Dad?  Marlena?" he called.  There was no answer.  He
remembered that Marlena had a meeting at the hospital in a little while,
and Belle was probably at her best friend Mimi's house, being that she
always went there on Saturdays.  Brady grabbed a glass of orange juice in
the kitchen, and headed back up to his room.  His coat was hanging on his
doorknob.  With a smile, he reached into the pocket to take a look at the
photograph he had acquired of Shawn Brady and Philip Kiriakis fooling
around.  The pocket was empty.  Brady panicked, and turned it inside-out.
The picture was gone.

	Dr. Marlena Evans was driving down Riverview Street on her way to
her office at University Hospital.  It had been a rough night, since she
and her husband, John Black, had told their daughter Belle that John had
conceived a child with Hope Brady, the mother of her boyfriend, Shawn.  She
looked in the rearview mirror to wipe a smudge of lipstick from her chin.
She was a very beautiful woman, despite the many trials and tribulations
she had faced in her life.  She had the best reputation in town, despite
the fact that she had tried to kill several of her closest friends and
relatives when she was possessed by the devil.
	Marlena and Belle had always had a very close relationship, and the
same was true with Brady until a few years ago.  When Brady learned that
Marlena wasn't his biological mother, their relationship fell apart.
Recently, however, things seemed to be improving between them.
	Marlena was in her husband's SUV this morning, because John was
driving her Mercedes to have it serviced.  She had a faculty meeting at
nine.  Just as she was about to put the mirror back into position, she
noticed a square of paper lying in the back of the truck.
	After driving into the parking garage to her spot, she got out and
went around to the back of the vehicle.  She opened the door and grabbed
the paper, which actually appeared to be a photograph.
	"Oh my God..." she murmured aloud.

	Hope Brady was sipping a mug of coffee on the sofa in her living
room.  Her eyes were bloodshot.  She had gotten very little sleep last
night.  Between worrying about Shawn and realizing that he didn't even want
to hear her voice, she had little time for anything else.  When the front
door swung open and Shawn stepped into the house, Hope nearly dropped her
coffee.  She set it down and ran to him, throwing her arms around him.
	"Shawn, oh my baby.  Are you all right?"  Shawn responded with a
blank stare.  "Shawn, talk to me.  Please."
	Shawn pushed his mother away.  "Mom, I need some time.  I love you,
and you know that, but I need time to process everything that has
happened."
	Hope smiled, wiping her tears.  "Of course you do.  Shawn, I...I
don't know what to say, but I need for you to know that it wasn't me
who...had sex with John."  Shawn cringed.  "It was someone else inside me.
It was Gina."  Gina was Hope's evil alter ego who had been wreaking havoc
on Hope as well as the rest of Salem for years now.
	"Look, Mom, I know you would never do anything like this, but
still, it's...it's hard."
	"I know."
	"Well, I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower.  I'll...I'll
talk to you later, Mom."
	"Alright, Sweetie.  I love you."  Shawn walked up the stairs toward
his bedroom.  As he passed his parents' room, he noticed their door
slightly open.  He decided to peek in at his dad, who he realized was just
as shocked and hurt as he was.  Bo was lying on the bed naked.  He was on
his stomach, so Shawn could see his muscled, tanned back.  He had a tattoo
of a sword on his shoulder.  His butt was lighter than his back, and
covered with a sprinkling of dark brown hair.  His legs were coated with
the same hair, only thicker and curlier.  He shifted his body, causing the
muscles in his back and legs to contract, and his cheeks to spread apart.
Shawn found himself with a hard-on.  Deeply ashamed, he rushed into his
bedroom to take what would have to be a very cold shower.

	The University Hospital faculty meeting had just been adjourned,
and Marlena Evans was pouring herself a cup of coffee.  How could Shawn do
this?  How could he lead Belle on like this?  She is so in love with him,
and he's off sleeping with Philip Kiriakis... "Damn!" she shouted, as she
poured the piping hot coffee onto her hand.  Brandon Walker rushed up and
handed her a paper towel.  "Thanks, Brandon.  I guess I was a little caught
up in my thoughts."
	Brandon smiled.  "No problem, Marlena.  Is anything wrong?"
	Marlena stopped wiping.  "Actually, yes.  At least, I think so.  I
don't know.  I probably shouldn't talk about it...at least until I find out
what's really going on."
	"Sometimes talking things through helps you come up with a solution
to your problems.  You're a psychiatrist, you know that.  Why don't you
come to my office.  We can talk."
	Marlena hesitated.  "Well, I guess so.  Let me run and tell my
secretary to hold my calls."
	"Sure.  I'll be waiting," Brandon said as he walked toward the
pediatric wing.

	Brady Black was in the parking garage of his building.  He knew
that he must have left the photo of Shawn and Philip in his dad's SUV.  He
was just hoping that his dad had gone with Marlena in her car.
	"Shit," he muttered as he saw that his car was the only one left.
Then he remembered that John was taking Marlena's car to be serviced, so
Marlena must've taken the SUV to work.  I hope she didn't find that
picture.  If she did...oh God, I don't want to even think about the
consequences.

	Marlena Evans closed the door behind her as she stepped into
Brandon Walker's office.
	"Have a seat," Brandon said.
	Marlena smiled.  "Kind of strange being on the other side of the
desk.  I'm usually the one telling my patients to have a seat."  She pulled
up a chair and sat down.
	"So...what's wrong, Marlena?"
	Marlena sighed.  "So many things, Brandon.  Just as I was starting
to heal from one situation, another one pops up."
	"What popped up?" Brandon asked.
	Marlena hesitated.  "Brandon, you're a counselor, so I know that
you keep up doctor/patient confidentiality.  I know I'm not a patient, so I
guess I was kind of hoping we could keep up a doctor/doctor confidentiality
here."
	"Marlena, I swear to you that anything said in this room stays in
this room."
	"Alrighty.  Well, Brandon, here's what I'm upset about."  With
that, Marlena pulled the photo from her purse, and laid it on Brandon's
desk.
	"My picture!" Brandon blurted out.
	Marlena stood up, her eyes wide.  "What did you say?"
	Brandon kicked himself.  "Marlena, I..."
	"You said 'My picture'.  What the hell did you mean?"  Brandon
started to explain.  "Wait, scratch that.  I don't even want to know what
you meant.  Oh God, Brandon...Oh God."  Marlena grabbed the picture and
stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Brandon sat down and cupped his face in his hands.  He felt as if his world
were crashing down on him.  It's over.  It's all over.

Brady Black stepped out of the elevator at University Hospital.  He had
found his dad's SUV in the parking garage, and knew that the picture of
Shawn and Philip must have been in the back of it.  He had looked through
the windows, but there was no sign of the photo.  He just hoped Marlena
hadn't found it.  As the elevator closed behind him, he saw Marlena coming
down the corridor in a hurry.  She was holding her hand to her forehead and
there were tears in her eyes.  Before she could see him, Brady ducked
behind a plant and watched her enter the elevator.  After the door closed
behind her, he stepped from his hiding place.  Something was wrong.  He
just hoped it wasn't about the photo.

Just then, Brandon Walker walked over to the refreshment counter and poured
himself a cup of coffee.  Brady walked over.

"Hey Brandon, do you know what's wrong with Marlena?"

Brandon stopped pouring, and slowly turned around.  "She found the picture,
Brady.  I don't know how she found it, but she did."

Brady was in shock.  "Oh my God," he muttered.  "I left the pic in the back
of dad's truck, and she must've found it there."

"Brady!" Brandon shouted.  Lowering his voice, he said "How could you be so
careless?  You may have very well ended my career!  Thanks a lot!"  He
started to walk off, but Brady grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him
around.

"Don't you dare try to pin this on me, Brandon.  You were the one who took
the picture in the first place.  If anyone has ended your career, it was
you."

Brandon grabbed Brady by his shirt collar and pulled him to him until their
noses were touching.  "You listen to me, you little punk," he whispered, "I
don't know who you think you are, but don't you EVER talk to me like that."
After the look of shock faded, Brady grinned, and pushed his lips against
Brandon's.  Brandon quickly pulled away, glancing around him.  To his
relief, they were alone in the corridor.

"Have you lost your mind?" Brandon asked, flustered.

Brady grinned, licking his lips.  "Maybe I have, Mr. Walker."

Brandon paused, then grinned back at Brady.  "I think we need to have a
little talk, Mr. Black.  My office, now."

Philip Kiriakis was standing on the front porch of the Brady house.  He
needed to see Shawn, to feel him, to taste his lips again.  He rang the
doorbell.  After a moment, the door swung open.  Shawn's father, Bo, was
standing there in a loosely-wrapped silk bathrobe.

"Hey, Philip," he said.  "What can I do for you?"

Philip looked Bo up and down, noticing his large testicles were partially
exposed through the opening in his robe.  "Um...I just stopped by to see
Shawn, Mr. Brady," he stammered.

Bo followed Phil's eye to the exposed skin.  He began to cover it up, but
then grinned, thinking this could be fun.  With all that had been going on,
he and Hope hadn't had any sort of intimacy in ages.  He thought that just
maybe this was what he needed to raise his spirits a little.  Besides, Hope
had gone to visit her grandmother, and probably wouldn't be back for hours.
"Phil, I think Shawn just stepped into the shower, but you're more than
welcome to come in and wait for him."

Phil hesitated, then agreed.  He walked into the house, Bo closing the door
behind him.  Philip sat on the sofa, trying to avoid looking at Bo.  Just
then, Bo walked right up to Philip until his crotch was directly at Phil's
face.  Philip couldn't help but see Bo's hairy balls protruding from the
fabric.

"You don't mind if I keep you company until Shawn is available, do you,
Phil?" Bo asked.

Philip nearly choked.  "Um...of course not, Mr. Brady," he managed.

Bo grinned and sat next to Philip on the sofa.  When he sat down, the
fabric rode up even further, revealing both testicles and the base of his
cock.  Phil could see the bottom of Bo's ass where it met the base of his
balls as well.  Phil's dick immediately inflated to its full size,
noticeable tenting the front of his jogging pants.  Bo looked at the lump,
licking his lips.

"Woah buddy, looks like you've got a little problem, there.  You should
take care of that as soon as possible."  Phil blushed, and avoided eye
contact with Shawn's dad.  "I've always found that the best way to take
care of that kind of problem is to use a hands-on method."  With that, Bo
pulled the belt of his robe loose, letting it fall off his body.  He
gripped his stiff manhood and began to make slow pumping motions with his
fist.  Philip was in awe.  Shawn was beautiful, but his father was
stunning.  Seeing a real man's nakedness was incredible.  His pecs were
rock hard, and coated with a generous dusting of black hair.  His abs were
firm and defined, and they too were sprinkled with fuzz.  The trail from
Bo's naval to the base of his cock was much more concentrated and thick,
and he had wild, untamed pubic hair in wisps around his tool.  His legs
were firm and tan, and his balls were huge.  The crowning glory of the
masterpiece was Bo's uncut 8 1/2 inch dick, standing completely erect and
touching his stomach.  All Philip could do was stare.  Bo noticed, and put
his free hand on Phil's shoulder.

"What's the matter, Phil, never seen a man's cock before?" Phil muttered a
no, supposing it was at least half way true since Shawn was still just a
teenage boy.  Bo smiled.  He was even newer at this than Philip.  The
farthest Bo had ever gone with a guy was mutual jack off sessions with his
older brother, Roman.  They were just teenagers then, but Bo had always
wondered what it would be like to go farther.  Bo decided to pick up the
pace.  "You wanna touch it, don't you?  Go ahead, I don't mind.  Touch it."

Phil hesitated, but finally reached out and softly touched the head of Bo's
swollen monster.  Bo moaned, as shivers ran up his body.  Phil's dick was
straining against the light fabric of his pants.  Bo took Phil's hand in
his own, and began to rub it up and down the shaft of his cock.  A low moan
escaped Bo's lips, as he let go of Philip's hand, which continued to jack
Bo's cock on its own.  Bo reached over to Philip's crotch and grabbed his
bulge, causing Phil to moan loudly and increase the speed at which he was
stroking Bo's stick.  Bo leaned over to unbutton Philip's pants, and
brushed his lips across Phil's neck in the process.  He slid the blue
jogging pants down, revealing Philip's seven-inch cock, surrounded by a
dark blonde bush of pubic hair.  Bo gripped Phil's rod and began to stroke,
while his lips caressed the silky skin on Phil's cheek.  He slowly worked
his way to the young boy's lips, letting his rough, stubbly face brush
against Philip's.  He nibbled on Philip's lower lip, then pushed his tongue
into the boy's waiting mouth.  The two kissed passionately as they fondled
each other.

Then, to Philip's dismay, Bo released his dick and pulled away from his
lips.  He stood up.  "How about we go upstairs to my bedroom, where we can
have a little more privacy?"  Phil breathed a sigh of relief.  He buttoned
his pants and followed Bo up the stairs.


...to be continued?  If you want to find out exactly what happens in Bo's
bedroom and in Brandon's office, and what goes on among the other men of
Salem, write me at peterdool98@hotmail.com and let me know what you think.