Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2001 02:39:07 EST
From: Barik02@aol.com
Subject: Days Of Our Summer, Part Two

***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.

***

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature involving a fictitious minor
character with grown men.   If this offends you, then don't read it.  If
you're under 18, you probably shouldn't read it either!


"Days Of Our Summer, Part Two"
by rychard on march 6, 2001

	Shawn Brady laid on his bed, wearing a wife-beater and sweats.  His
mind drifted back on the encounter he had with Brandon Walker at Salem
Place earlier that day that led to the two of them mutually jerking each
other off in the ex-boxer's apartment.
	He still couldn't believe that the whole experience hadn't been a
dream.  He actually had one of the hottest guys in Salem's dick in his
hands and tasted his cum.
	Just thinking of the whole thing made him hard again.  After all,
he was a sixteen year old, closeted gay guy, and it didn't take much to
turn him on, let alone his first somewhat gay experience.
	It was almost nine o'clock at night, and his parents were still
out. His mom, Hope had called earlier, and said that she and the baby were
going to be having dinner at her Grandma's house with her parents Doug and
Julie and her newly returned cousin Jennifer Horton.  His father Bo was at
work at the cop station.  He was probably working on some way to get the
town's master of crime Stefano DiMera into jail.
	Having the house to himself was a rarity.  He thought about calling
Brandon Walker over, but decided he didn't want to come off as too
desperate, besides, Brandon was straight.  What they had shared earlier in
the day was just two dudes getting each other off.  That was it.  Or was
it??
	Shawn decided he needed to jerk off to get all these thoughts out
of his system.  Without bothering to undress, he pulled his sweats down a
bit, releasing his hard six-and-a-half inch cock.  Immediately, he started
rapidly stroking.  His mind filled with images of Brandon's huge dick.  He
remembered touching and stroking it, and pinching his nipples, and tasting
his cum.....
	"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
	Shawn let out a load of cum.
	He looked at the clock.
	"Fifteen seconds...a new record."
	Shawn smiled as wiped up the cum with a nearby rag, and put his
softening prick back in his sweats.

***

	Bo Brady, Shawn's father, was driving home after a long day of
paperwork at the cop-shop.  In the past, he would've dreaded a day that
consisted of nothing more than holding a pen, but since the department
seemed to give him weeks of paid time off whenever he wanted it, he was in
no position to complain.
	As he drove, his mind drifted to his "son", John Thomas.  Knowing
that he was raising another man's baby was driving him crazy.  He knew that
his wife, Hope, wasn't to blame.  She had been brainwashed by Stefano
DiMera into thinking she was Princess Gina and had slept with someone else,
resulting in John Thomas, or J.T. as everyone called him.
	All of this was too much for Bo to handle, so he switched his
thoughts to his real son, Shawn.  Of course, thoughts of Shawn weren't that
pleasant, either.  It had been apparent to Bo recently that Shawn seemed to
be disinterested in girls.  Sure, he hung around Belle Black a lot, but
Shawn vehemently denied any attraction to her.
	The thought loomed in the back of Bo's mind: " Could my son be
gay?"
	Bo decided that he needed to stop at the Blue Note Bar for a beer
before going home.

***

	At the Blue Note, Brandon Walker was sitting at the bar, downing a
mug of beer.  He was drowning his sorrows over not having Sami Brady as his
girlfriend, and thinking back on his jack-off session with Shawn earlier in
the day.  What a day!
	Bo Brady walked into the bar, sitting on the stool next to Brandon.
Neither guy noticed each other.
	"One beer, please," Bo said to the bartender.
	Brandon looked over at Bo, and nearly shit his pants.  Bo must've
found out that Brandon had touched his son!  Damn, Shawn's only sixteen,
and Bo's a cop, I'm a dead man.
	Brandon quickly turned away and prepared to stand up before Bo
stopped him.  Bo smelled Brandon's after-shave.
	"Brandon?"
	Brandon turned to him, preparing to punch him out and run away.
	"Yeah?"
	Bo smiled.  "I thought that was you.  What's up, man?"
	Relief flooded through Brandon's body.  Bo was clueless towards
Shawn's and his "activities."
	"Nothings up," Brandon replied.  "Just enjoying a brew."
	"Yep, me too."
	Brandon looked over at Bo, noticing the resemblance between the cop
and his son.  Bo noticed Brandon staring at him.
	"What do you want," Bo asked.
	"Nothing, sorry, I'm just--I don't know---wasted."
	"Maybe you should go home."
	"Yeah, maybe," Brandon replied.
	"But you're not driving in that condition.  Let me give you a drive
home."  The cop in Bo was taking over.
	Brandon knew he was walking a fine line, but didn't want to appear
too suspicious.  "Sure, thanks."
	"Alright," Bo began, "let me just finish this one beer."
	"Alright."

***

	Eleven-thirty P.M.
	Bo Brady walked into his house to find his son Shawn sitting on the
couch watching Nick-At-Nite.  "Facts Of Life.," of course.
	Shawn looked up at his dad.
	"What took you so long, Dad.  I was getting worried."
	"Oh," Bo began, "I stopped at the bar and ran into Brandon Walker."
	Shawn tensed up.
	"Br-Brandon Walker?"
	"Yeah, you know, Nicole Walker's brother?  Anyway, he was drunk, so
I gave him a lift home."
	"That's all?"
	"Of course that's all.  What else would happen?"
	"Nothing."  Shawn realized he needed to get out of the room before
he said too much.
	"Is your Mom home?"
	"Nope, she called and said she was gonna go watch a movie with
Jennifer." Shawn got up and headed towards the stairs.  "I'm gonna go to
bed, Dad."
	"Hey!"
	Shawn stopped dead in his tracks.  "What?"
	"Are you too big to give your old man a goodnight hug, sailor-man?"
	Shawn sighed and hugged his dad.
	As Bo held his son in his arms, he noticed a familiar smell.
	"Hey, son, you and Brandon wear the same after-shave."
	Shawn tensed up again, letting go of his father and heading up the
stairs.

***

	The next morning, Shawn woke up with his usual morning wood.
Lazily, he looked over at the clock and saw that it was eleven-fifteen a.m.
He glanced over at his calendar and saw that he had marked today with a red
circle.
	Suddenly, it dawned on him: he had a doctor's appointment at noon!!
	He jumped outta bed, his erection poking through his sweats.
	"Damn it - not now!!"
	Shawn rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.  This
would have to be one of those morning where a perfectly good erection would
go to waste under the stream of a cold shower.
	He quickly undressed and glanced over his body in the mirror.  He
knew that there were plenty of girls at Salem High who would love to see
him like this.  His smooth, tan body was at that stage where his muscles
were still developing, and in a few years, he would be one of the sexiest
men to ever grace the streets of Salem, USA.
	But there was no time to think of any of that now.  He quickly
hopped into the ice cold shower and his six-and-a-half-inch boner was
quickly deflated.

***

	At University Hospital, Dr. Craig Wesley was looking over his list
of patients for the day.  At the top of the list was Shawn Brady.  He was
scheduled for a complete physical.  Craig knew that Shawn was a friend of
his wife's daughter, Chloe, and had met him a few times when Shawn's mom
was having problems with her newborn baby.  Shawn was a handsome young man,
and somewhat resembled what Craig looked like when he was sixteen.
	Craig was now in his late-thirties, but he hadn't lost his looks.
He stood tall at 6'2" and was built with a muscular body.  He had dark hair
and dark eyes, and a perpetual smirk that rested across his face.  He knew
he could get away with anything at the hospital, after all, he was the
chief-of-staff, and had a sordid past of lying, scheming, and manipulating
to get where he was in life.
	The only thing that Craig wasn't succeeding at right now was his
sex life.  He had been married to Nancy Wesley since they graduated high
school, and had always had been satisfied in the sex department, even if
she wasn't by societies standards gorgeous.  But lately, Nancy had been so
busy trying to mend to her daughter's needs, that she had forgotten all
about him.  It had been six months since he'd seen any action.  He'd been
having to rely on his right hand for company lately.  And more often that
not, his thoughts drifted back to the days when he was in medical school,
when he and his male dorm-mates would engage in their own private games of
"playing doctor."
	But that was in the past, and besides, everyone experiments in
college.  He was a happily married man now, with a great job, a great
family...and the only way he could get off these days was to think of young
guys.  If Nancy ever found out--
	"Dr. Wesley," his nurse said to him over the intercom, "your noon
appointment is here."
	"I'll be there in a couple of minutes."  Craig looked down at his
crotch, and saw that he was rock-solid hard.  "Damn.  Time for a quickie."

***

	Shawn sat in the waiting area of the hospital.  He'd been in this
place much too often in the past year: first, his new baby brother was born
with alcohol-related problems, then his best friend Belle had almost been
ran over by a train, then in Paris, he was involved in a terrorist attack
on the Princess Greta.  Hospitals were becoming like a second home to him.
	Dr. Craig was taking a while to come out and see him, so he decided
to pour himself a cup of coffee to help wake himself up.  As he headed to
the coffee maker he saw another man in a doctor's coat pouring himself a
cup.  As the man turned around, Shawn saw that it was Brandon Walker.
	That's right, Shawn thought, he works here at the hospital in the
children's ward.  How could I forget?!
	Brandon smiled at Shawn and was about to approach him, when
Dr. Craig walked over.
	"Shawn," Craig said, "I can see you now."
	"Okay."  Shawn smiled and followed Craig into his office.  He
looked over his shoulder and saw that Brandon was watching him walk away.
	Craig noticed the bright grin across Shawn's face.
	"Why are you so happy?  Most people hate going to the doctor."
	"Oh," Shawn stumbled, "I, uh, was just thinking what a beautiful
day it is."
	"Right."  Craig sat in his chair on wheels and motioned for Shawn
to sit on exam table. Craig pulled out a paper hospital gown and handed it
to Shawn.  "Put this on."
	Shawn's cheeks blushed.  "You want me to change right now?"
	Craig laughed, trying to ease the boy's tension.  "I can leave if
you want, but you're in here for a physical, and I'm gonna be seeing
everything as it is anyway."
	"Yeah, that's right."  Shawn unbuttoned his shirt and took it off,
revealing his toned chest.
	Craig was reading over some notes in Shawn's file, but couldn't
help sneak a peak at Shawn's body.  Again, Shawn reminded him of how he was
at sixteen.
	Shawn stood up to let his pants down.  He was now standing in his
plaid boxers.
	"Dr. Wesley," Shawn began, "the boxers, too?"
	"Yep."
	Shawn nodded and turned away from the doctor, dropping his boxers.
With his back to him, Craig took full advantage of seeing the young man's
ass.  It was round, firm, and smooth.  It took his full restraint not to
get up and grab it.
	Shawn put on the hospital gown and turned around, sitting on the
exam table.
	Craig put on his stethoscope on and wheeled himself over to Shawn.
	"Okay, first, I'm just gonna get your pulse, okay?"
	"Sure."
	Craig leaned into Shawn, and with his left hand, held the
stethoscope up to Shawn's chest.  He leaned in closer, and put his right
arm around Shawn's back, resting his hand on Shawn's bare back.
	The feeling of Craig's hand on his back send shivers through
Shawn's body.  He knew his heartbeat was increasing, and hoped the doctor
wouldn't think he was in serious medical trouble.
	Craig leaned back.  "Everything seems fine there."  Craig made some
notes in the Shawn's file.  "Now, it's been a while since you've had a
hernia check.  Do you know what that is?"
	Shawn's cheeks grew red.  "That's, uh, where you hold my
bal--testicles, and have me cough.
	"That's right, " Craig nodded.  "Let me just put on a glove while
you disrobe."
	"Okay."  Shawn knew it would be mega-embarrassing to pop a boner
while being handled by his male doctor, so he had to fix his mind of the
most unsexy things he could think of.
	Dead animals, Barbara Streisand, vomit...
	Shawn took off his gown, standing naked in Craig's office.
	Craig put on a glove and walked over to the naked Shawn.  This
young man was beautiful, he thought.  Extremely handsome and sexy.  And he
was going to be able to touch his balls in a matter of seconds.
	Craig sat in his chair in front of Shawn.
	"Okay, now this might feel cold."
	"Okay," Shawn said absently, still concentrating on unsexy things.
	Michael Jackson, girls in general, Alice Horton...
	Craig put his gloved hand under Shawn's balls, and gently grabbed
them.
	Shawn let out a small sigh.
	"Oh my God," Craig thought, "he likes this."
	Craig tightened his grip on the young man's balls and told Shawn to
cough.
	Shawn did as he was told, while still trying to concentrate on
anything other than sex.  As he looked around the office trying to find
something else to think of, he saw a schedule laying on Craig's desk.  It
had a list of employees and their scheduled breaks and lunch hours.  At the
top of the list was Brandon Walker's name.
	Shawn thought back to his experience with Brandon yesterday, and
how they jacked each other off, and how he tasted Brandon's cum from his
own hand...
	"Uh-oh," Shawn thought, as he realized he had grown an erection.
	Craig looked at Shawn's boner, reveling in the sight of it.
	"Don't worry, Shawn, it happens to all the guys your age."
	That didn't make Shawn feel any better.
	"I'm all done here," Craig began, "but if you want..."  He stopped
himself.  What was he thinking, about to offer to help Shawn out with his
erection.
	Shawn picked up on where Craig was headed with that statement, and
looked him directly in the eyes.  "If I want what?"
	Craig was impressed by the balls on this kid.  "If you want, I
can...do this."
	Craig grabbed a hold of Shawn's dick and began stroking it.
	"Ohhhhh, that feels so good, doctor."
	Shawn closed his eyes, not believing that he was having yet another
hunk of Salem jack him off.
	Craig increased the speed of his strokes, causing Shawn let out
uncontrolled sighs.
	"You like that, Shawn?"
	"Oh yeah, Craig...stroke me, doctor."
	Craig's mouth watered to taste the boy's dick.  And he knew he
could get away with it.  This boy was puddy in his hands.  Craig let go of
Shawn's dick.
	"What's wrong?"  Shawn was afraid Craig had come to his senses and
was gonna kick him out of the office.
	"Nothing's wrong," Craig began, "I just thought you'd like this
better."
	With that, Craig leaned in, and swallowed Shawn's cock whole.
	"Uhhh," Shawn let out in a high-pitched squeal of delight.  He had
to rest his arms on the exam table, or else he'd collapse from the
pleasure.
	"My first blow job," he thought.
	Craig licked the head of Shawn's dick, causing the boy to moan and
groan even more.  He placed his hands around Shawn's back, and grabbed hold
of the kid's butt-cheeks.  He pushed Shawn's crotch towards his face.
	Shawn got the hint and began to face-fuck Dr. Wesley.  He put his
left hand on top of Craig's head and pinched his own nipples with his right
hand.
	"Oh yeah, suck my dick, doctor," Shawn said, stealing a line right
out of his favorite porn movie at home.  "Harder, suck it harder."
	Craig was pleased that Shawn was getting into this, and began
licking and sucking even more, harder and harder as Shawn continued to
face-fuck him.
	Shawn felt he was going to cum soon and placed both his hands
around Craig's neck.  "I'm gonna cum."
	Shawn expected Craig to move away, but he stayed there, with his
mouth wrapped around his dick.
	Shawn got the message loud and clear and his body began to buckle
as he shot load after load in Craig's willing mouth.
	"Oh man...yeah, that's it."
	Craig swallowed all this boy had to offer
	Soon, Shawn was done cumming, and Craig stood up, smiling.
	"Wow," said Shawn, "that was incredible."
	"No," began Craig, "you are incredible."
	With that Craig pulled Shawn close to him and kissed him, hard on
the lips.  Shawn was not expecting this, but gave into the feeling.  Craig
plied Shawn's mouth opened, and their tongues met.
	Shawn could still taste his own cum in Craig's mouth.
	After what seemed like an eternity, Craig pulled away from Shawn.
	"Well, son," Craig said to his patient, "we're definetely gonna
have to set-up a follow up appointment."
	Shawn smiled, then a thought hit him.  "Well, what about you?
Don't you want to get off?"
	Craig laughed at the boy's willingness.  "Don't worry.  My next
patient will take care of that.  Now, you just get dressed and go down to
the lab for some blood tests."
	Shawn smiled, pulling his clothes back on.
	"Who's your next patient?"
	"Now that's confidential."

***

	Shawn left Craig's office and headed towards the elevator.  Just as
he was about to press the "Down" button, the doors opened, revealing Jason.
	Jason was a kid Shawn knew from school and didn't like very much.
Jason was always into making trouble along with his girlfriend Jan.  But
being the polite guy that he was, Shawn nodded at Jason, smiling.
	"What's up, Jason?"
	"Nuthin.  Just here to see Dr. Wesley.  I have an appointment for a
physical."
	Shawn smiled, as he realized that Jason was Craig's next patient.
	It dawned on Shawn that if Jason wasn't always hanging around Jan,
he would likely be considered to be gay.
	"I wonder..." thought Shawn as Jason passed him by.
	Shawn stepped into the elevator and saw as Jason approached Craig's
office.  Craig opened his door to Jason, and put his arm around his
shoulders.  Craig looked up at Shawn, and smiled knowingly.
	With that, the elevator doors closed, and Shawn was left alone with
a mind full of questions.
	"Hmm," he said to himself, "I think I might have to get to know
Jason a little bit better."  ...to be continued...

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