Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2011 15:19:43 -0800
From: Benji King <benjiking83@gmail.com>
Subject: Days of Our Lives Series part 3

DAYS OF OUR LIVES 3

"Days of Our Lives" is the property of Corday Productions and Sony Pictures
Television. This story contains graphic depictions of male/male sexual
situations.

If you are not of legal age in your area to view such content, please exit
immediately. The following story is not intended to imply anything about the
actors who portray these characters.

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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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