Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2003 01:01:54 -0800
From: Justin Miller <justinmiller36@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eric Returns to Salem

This is fiction, merely the spawn of my imagination. I'm sure that these
words don't represent any real reflection of the true thoughts and actions
of the fictional residents of the fictional town of Salem USA.  Although I
certainly wish that they did.

"Days Of Our Lives" and it's characters are trademarks of and copyright
Corday Productions Inc., in association with Columbia Pictures Television.

This story is a work of fiction based on characters from the aforementioned
NBC soap opera.  It is not meant to imply the true sexual behavior of the
actors playing these characters, or the characters themselves.

If you're not interested in reading stories about men messing around with
other guys, I'd suggest trying another website!

PROLOGUE:
He was so close to shooting his load. The guy sucking on his dick
was certainly no expert, but what he lacked in skill, he made up in
enthusiasm. He could feel the warm saliva running down his shaft as
he slammed his crotch into the older man's mouth. He increased his
rhythm, face fucking the stranger relentlessly.

The man, seated on the commode, was pounding his own dick furiously,
as the younger stud continued his oral assault. The boy grabbed the
man's head and pulled it deeper onto his throbbing member. The older
man gagged, obviously not used to taking such a long cock so deep
into his gullet.

But he persevered and kept the huge member enlodged deep in his
throat. The intense warmth and slickness was enough to send the young
man over the edge. His back arched and butt cheeks clenched tightly
as the first wave of orgasm shot through his veiny cock. His salty
load spurted out and down the awaiting throat of the stranger. He
pulled his cock out of the guy's mouth and let loose a couple more
volleys onto his face, as the guy had requested earlier. After all,
he didn't want to disappoint his customer.

As Eric Brady walked out of the rest area men's room, heading back
towards the interstate, he felt that familiar twinge of remorse. He
counted the 3 twenties and reminded himself that this was just
temporary. As soon as he got back to Salem, he would get his revenge
and rebuild his shattered life. He stood by the highway and stuck out
his thumb.

CHAPTER 1:
The Brady Pub was warm and inviting, decked out festively for the
holiday season. Eric was tempted to walk right into his old life, but
he knew that at this point, it wasn't an option. He stared in the
window and saw his Uncle Bo and Aunt Hope enjoying a meal with their
small son. His grandmother Caroline was scurrying around the pub,
attending to table after table in rapid-fire fashion. He turned away,
his heart aching for all that he had lost. He walked away, more
determined than ever to proceed with his plan.

Eric climbed the familiar steps to his twin sister Sami's apartment.
Sami, of anyone he knew, would be able to understand his predicament
and would be able to keep his presence here in Salem under wraps. He
only hoped she was home. He was still in the stairwell and was about
to enter when he heard his sister's voice. He paused to hear what was
being said.

"Brandon-don't leave angry"
"Sami, if you won't tell me what you were doing last night, then why
shouldn't I be able to get angry."
"But, it's complicated. Just trust me that it's got our best
interests in mind."
"Why should I trust you anymore? I'm tired of getting burned. I'm
outa here."

And with that, Brandon stormed away from Sami's apartment, heading
towards the stairwell where Eric stood. Eric heard the footsteps
approaching and started to head up the next flight of stairs; he
didn't want to be recognized by anyone right now, if he could help it.

As soon as he heard Brandon start heading downstairs, he went back
down to Sami's floor and knocked softly on the door. Sami opened it,
dressed only in a skimpy negligee.

"Brandon, I knew." she stopped and then realized whom she was talking
to. "Eric! Oh my God! What are you doing here? I've missed you so
much." She reached around and gave him a big bear hug.

Eric hugged her back, but also pushed her into the apartment and
pushed the door closed with his foot.
"Sis-you can't imagine how glad I am to see you again.

Eric sat down on the couch while Sami grabbed them a pair of beers
from the fridge. Eric fidgeted uncomfortably until Sami handed him
the bottle. He took a quick swig and asked her to update him on what
all's been going on in Salem. Sami recounted the horrible aborted
wedding ordeal in Vegas, the custody battle that she was having with
Lucas and the ups and downs of her relationship with Brandon.

"And then there's your bitch of an ex-girlfriend Nicole. She's
actually got her sharp claws into Victor Kiriakas. They're engaged,
you know. And they both hate that I'm seeing Brandon."
"Believe me, I'm no longer interested in the screwed up life of
Nicole Walker. Frankly, I wasn't that into her. She was one screwed
up girl. Besides, I've got my own problems to deal with."

"Such as?" asked Sami.
"I'll let you in on things pretty soon. For now, I've gotta get some
sleep and some cash. Can I crash here
for a while?
"Sure"
"And one more thing, Sis. Nobody, and I mean, nobody can know I'm
back in town. Not Mom or Dad or Belle or Brandon or anyone else.

They sat up for a while, reminiscing and watching an old movie on
cable. About an hour later, Sami grabbed a blanket and pillow from
the closet for her brother. She retired to her bedroom while Eric
stretched out on the couch and flipped through the channels.

After a while, he turned off the TV and tried to sleep. But Eric was
anxious, and quite horny. His hands started roaming along his torso.
He pulled his T-shirt over his head and ran his hands along with
smooth, muscular chest. He raised his index finger to his mouth and
sucked on it, covering it with spit. He then ran that finger along
his ultra-sensitive nipples, running it in gently circles around the
erect tips. He knew he needed to get some release, and decided that
the shower would be the best place to whack off.

In the bathroom, he dropped his shorts and briefs and took a look at
himself in the full-length mirror. "Damn, kid," he muttered to
himself, "you've still got it." He kept his wavy blond hair short. He
had the high cheekbones of a model, and soft, sensual lips. His
shoulders had broadened from his time away from Salem; years of
manual labor had added some bulk to his former swimmer's body. His
shoulders were square and sturdy, leading down to his chest. His pecs
had nice definition without being particularly bulky. His midsection
was lean and rippled; any traces of baby fat had evaporated through
hard work and his meager diet.

His bush was full and slightly darker than the hair on his head. His
semi-erect dick was tanned, as was Eric's entire body. An
exhibitionist at heart, Eric loved to sunbathe in the nude, giving
his youthful body a deep sensual tan. He ran his fingers along his
muscled chest, drawing more light circles around his tender nipples.
His dick responded to the sensation; it quickly grew out to its full
8". He traced his way further down his torso, running his fingers
over his tight sixpack abs. His large cut cock was fully erect now
and

Eric couldn't resist sliding his hands along it. He grabbed it with
an underhand grip, allowing the thick underside vein to rub against
his rough workman's hands.

He spat down onto his palm and spread it all along his meat. His cock
now glistened in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. The spit
allowed him to work up speed. His cock seemed to get even thicker as
he switched to an overhand grip. He moved his left hand, which had
been playing with his nipples, down to his low-hanging balls. He spat
on this hand as well and covered his balls in a coating of saliva as
he cupped them in his palm and explored them with his fingertips.

Precum was leaking from his cockslit, and he began to focus on his
bulbous cockhead. He rubbed the slick semen all along the tip, using
short strokes to send waves of pleasure down the rest of the stalk.
His breathing started to get heavy as he felt the familiar
sensation of orgasm rapidly approaching. He begin furiously milking
his dick with his palm, sliding it up and down the length of this
shaft with fervor. He thrust his hips forward and stood up on his
tiptoes to lift his balls and cock up over the sink as his body
tensed in anticipation.
The first wave of cum shot from his meat as a sticky stream of man-
goo sprayed up on the mirror. The next shot hit the mirror, a few
inches lower than the first. Eric moaned loudly as he kept milking
the cum out of his prick, landing several more smaller shots on the
faucet and into the sink. His breathing slowed and he relaxed his
body. He raised his cum covered hand up to his torso and covered his
heaving torso with the sticky lovejuice. He knew that he'd sleep well
tonight.

CHAPTER 2:
The next morning, Eric headed down to the wharf and got himself a job
unloading cargo from the international fleet of merchant ships that
traveled up and down the Salem River. The pay was above average and
below the table. The work was exhausting and mundane, giving his
body a daily workout and his mind plenty of time to figure out his
next steps. Bu most importantly, it allowed Eric to work in relative
obscurity. He didn't want to resort to hustling while in Salem, and
he couldn't risk being recognized until his plan was further along.

After a few days' effort, he had earned enough money to get a small
room above one of the warehouses. While he enjoyed the time with his
sister, it was too risky for him to stay so close his family and
others who he had grown up with. Over the next few weeks, he would
stop by Sami's apartment late at night; she provided him with "care
packages" of linens, supplies and small appliances that she pilfered
from the break rooms and supply cabinets at the hospital.

One brisk Saturday morning, Eric set out on a purposeful jog through
the center of town. He wore a knit hat, dark black sunglasses and a
navy blue windsuit. He quickly swung by Sami's apartment and was
reassured by her that he was not particularly recognizable at first
glance. He took a leisurely route through the heart of Salem. He
slowed down as he noticed Victor Kiriakis, Nicole Walker and Philip
Kiriakis walking through Salem Place. They entered the dotCom coffee
shop; Victor appeared to be ordering a round of coffees. As Eric
watched with interest, Philip seemed to be at odds with his father
and was pointing repeatedly at both Victor and his much younger
fiance. He then crossed his hands over his chest and repeatedly shook
his head, as Victor appeared to be lecturing him. Finally, Philip
turned away from the couple and walked over to one of the sofa, where
he grabbed a magazine and started reading. Victor and Nicole made no
further attempts to talk with the teen and walked arm-in-arm out of
the cafe. Eric hid behind a corner of a nearby building, not wanting
to be seen by his ex-girlfriend and her dangerously powerful fiancee;
he was in no position to deal either one of them right now.

After they climbed into the Kiriakis limo and sped off, Eric moved
closer to dotCom and gazed through the window. Besides Philip, he
didn't recognize anyone else there. So, he removed his hat, putting
it in his pocket and entered the store. He ordered a large to-go of
drip coffee and then headed over toward Philip.

"Philip-long time, no see"
"Oh my god, Eric freakin' Brady. What the hell are you doing here in
Salem?"
"Just came back in town for a visit. Needed to get some caffeine
before dealing with all the drama of being in this town again."
"You can say that again, buddy. I'm so sick of Salem and everyone
telling me what I'm supposed to do and where my life's supposed to be
heading."
Eric sat down on the couch next to the boy. He leaned back and
stretched his lean frame. "Is your dad still giving you grief?," Eric
inquired.
"Yeah, he's always all over my shit. I've been trying to get back
with my girl, Chloe, who I'm, like, totally in love with, but could
he be supportive? No. With him, it's all about getting back in school
and "finding myself". That's so not what I need right now.

Eric smiled to himself, knowing that Philip was what HE needed right
now. Since he had last saw him, Philip had become quite the handsome
stud. A blond as well, Philip's dimples were his most noticeable
feature, which accentuated his sensual lips and sparkling smile..
Philip had on a gray Salem University t-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts
and Birkenstocks. His years as the quarterback of the high school
football team gave him a solid upper body, which pushed tight against
the thin T-shirt.

"Hey Phil-is there a gym nearby that we could go to? I haven't worked
out in a few days and I'm feeling out of it." Eric asked innocently.
"Sure, we've got the private gym at Titan that we can use. Not too
many folks use it on the weekends, so you won't have to wait to use
any of the equipment. I was gonna head over there this afternoon
anyways, but we can go now if that works for you."

Eric nodded in agreement. He knew the Titan gym well. After all, the
whole reason that he left Salem started there.

Their workout had been intense. The gym was deserted, so they were
able to move from machine to machine at a rapid-fire pace. Philip was
a conditioned athlete and was used to killer workouts on a regular
basis. Eric was no slouch, but his body's tone had come from lots of
outdoor activities and hard manual labor. Still, Eric was pushing his
body hard and had worked up a killer sweat.

"Phil-I gotta get out of this t-shirt. It's just too tight."

Eric was borrowing some of Philip's workout clothes. Eric was a
couple of sizes larger than the teen, and both the shirt and shorts
were riding tight along Eric's hunky torso. He lifted the sweaty t-
shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground. He wiped off his
forehead and his chest with a small workout towel.

"What's the matter, big guy? More than you can handle?" Philip
remarked, with his typical cocky attitude.

"No, just catching my second wind. Let's hit the bench."

They moved over to the bench press. Philip added some weight to the
bar and Eric reclined on the bench.

"Why don't you take off your shirt, Phil? You reek!" suggested Eric.

Philip complied and lifted his tank top over his head. Eric got a
full view of Philip's hairy pits which were matted in sweat. Philip's
upper chest had a light coating of dark hair, which was covered in
sweat as well. Now that football season was over, he had stopped
shaving his chest and it was just starting to grow back.

Philip had well-defined pecs which were dominated by his oversized
nipples. They stuckout like tiny eraserheads on his pumped chest
muscles. His powerful upper body gave way to slender hips, and his
abs were well defined, with a dark trail of fur leading down into his
shorts. Philip's shoulders were broad; his biceps, strong and sinewy
from the long football season. Philip toweled off his chest and pits,
then stretched his arms up to the ceiling, showing off his tight
torso in all its glory.

Philip stood behind Eric as young Mr. Brady started his set. The
weight was not too heavy for Eric, and he was able to push out the
reps quickly. After Eric completed 15, Philip added some more weight
and Eric started again. His pecs quivered and stretched against his
tanned skin as he struggled to complete the set.

On the 7th or 8th rep, Eric sputtered and Philip reached in to spot
him, helping him push out the rep. Philip assisted with the last 5
reps. Finally, Philip grabbed the bar and put it on the holder .

Eric had gotten a huge boner during this rep-the sight of seeing
Philip shirtless plus the exhileration of the workout had driven his
hormones into overdrive. He looked up at Philip, who was smiling, and
noticed that the teen's shorts were tenting as well. "Excellent," he
thought. "I thought that he'd be into this."

"Phil, sit down here for a second." Philip complied.
"What do you want to do next?"
"This", replied Eric as he leaned in and kissed Philip on the lips.
He also reached down and ran his hand across Philip's shorts-covered
crotch.
"Wh-wh-what are you doing?" Philip protested.
"Giving you want you've wanted all day. You've been ogling my body
all day." Eric continued to rub
Philip's hard cock through the tight gym shorts.
"You're crazy-I'm not into dudes."
"Your prick is telling me something different. Just open your mouth
and give into the pleasure. If after 5 minutes, you're still not
comfortable, we'll call it quits and forget anything happened."
"OK, but I'm not gay, you know."
"That's fine-let's just see where this leads."

Philip opened his mouth tentatively and Eric moved his lips onto his.
His tongue darted out and explored Philip's soft, sensual lips.
Philip moved his tongue to the front of his mouth and Eric touched
his tip against it. The electricity between the two horny boys was
quickly apparent; Philip reached behind Eric's head to pull it closer
to him. As they continued to sensually kiss each other, Eric's hands
began to roam lower along Philip's taut torso. He ran his nimble
fingers along Philip's sweaty chest. Philip tensed at Eric's soft
touch, particularly when he found his tender, erect nipples. Philip
gobbled harder on Eric's tongue as Eric poked, squeezed and rubbed
Philip's hard chest. Philip moaned deeply as Eric roamed lower along
his tight abs.
Eric broke the deep kiss and dragged his tongue along Philip's
slightly stubbled neck. The smell of Philip's sweat was only adding
to Eric's excitement at being with this hot boy. He slid back on the
bench and lowered his eager mouth to Philip's torso. He flicked his
tongue along each of the rock-hard, fur covered nipples. Then he
nibbled downwards, leaving a trail of saliva along Philip's rippled
midsection. Eric ran his hands slowly over the bulge in the
quarterback's shorts, not wanting to spook the boy. Philip's prick
was as hard as an iron rod and throbbed as Eric rubbed it through the
nylon shorts. Philip ducked his head underneath the bar and lay bay
on the bench, giving Eric better access to his meaty crotch.

"So, what do you want to do, Phil? Do you want me to stop?" Eric
asked.
"Eric, this is too hot. It felt really weird kissing a guy and all,
but your tongue feels so damn great. Please don't stop."

Philip was breathing heavy as Eric started to pull down the jock's
shorts. Philip's meaty uncut cock popped out and Eric flicked his
tongue along the pink head. Philip lifted his butt up and Eric pulled
the shorts down to his knees. Philip's thick cock flopped all the way
out. It appeared to be about 7" long, but was fatter than Eric's own
slender rod. The pink cocktip was pulsing in and out of the foreskin,
enticing Eric, who loved boys with their meat intact. He licked his
lips in anticipation of the fun he was going to have with this
marvelous meat.

Eric retracted the foreskin to look at the glistening pink glans
underneath. There was only a hint of smegma. It smelled so wonderful.
Eric licked the damp underside of the glans ever so slightly, which
sent Philip into ecstasy. Eric then pulled the skin forward to cover
the head, then back to expose it again. The skin was so much fun to
play with -- it would almost completely cover the head when pulled
down. Philip moaned every time Eric would retract him and was
masturbating the head with the skin. He enjoyed just pushing the skin
back and forth over the knob, as it was so loose and retractable on
his penis, even erect.

The end of the skin seemed especially sensitive to him and Eric made
sure to lick it as he bathed the uncut glory with the spit from his
tongue. Eric nibbled on the skin over the head for a while, trying to
pinch it shut over the tip of the glans with his teeth. Eric brought
the foreskin progressively forward with his lips and tongue. Eric
himself was about to cum in his tented shorts as he worked over the
writhing teen

"Fuck yeah, Eric. Suck me, dude."

Eric licked into Philip's pee-slit and then under the skin over the
head. Philip moaned even louder, prompting Eric to devour more of the
tasty head.. The flavor was incredible, mostly pre-cum, but some
traces of smegma farther back. It was so delicious. Eric continued to
tongue the greasy knob. He loved it. Eric tugged a little on the
quarterback's balls, gently rolling them together. They were slick
with sweat. Eric then pushed Philip's uncut cock all the way down his
throat, the skin forward, but slowly peeling back over the head as it
traversed the curve of his esophagus.

Philip's fat dick was throbbing and Eric knew he needed release soon.
He flicked the underside of the foreskin with his tongue near the
base of his penis, about at mid-shaft, and let his teeth lightly
scrape along the top of the thick skin, gently tugging it back and
forth over the head at the rear of his mouth. After just two or three
strokes of Eric's head in this manner on his dick, Philip's body
began to quiver and he let loose with the his first stream of hot
jizz. Philip came a bit too soon for Eric, however; he could have
explored on that wondrous prick for two whole lifetimes or
more. Loads and loads of sweet uncut cream gushed into Eric mouth
from Philip's spurting dick and Eric swallowed it like a young calf.
After a minute or two, Philip's cock grew soft in Eric mouth,and he
teased it all with his lips and tongue, running his tongue in through
the slackened tip of overhang where Philip was fully covered again

Philip caught his breath and sat up on the bench. "Oh, dude. That was
so intense. You really know how to suck some mean cock."

"I love sucking on a hot cock, especially when it's as fat and tasty
as yours. Are you up for some more fun?"

"Sure-just show me what to do."

Eric smiled and pushed Philip back down onto the bench. He pulled
down his shorts and boxers, then climbed on top of Philip's naked
body. He leaned down to give him another sensual kiss. Eric's dick
was more than ready for a hot blowjob from this beautiful boy.

Eric slid forward, placing his massive dick in front of Philip's
eager mouth. Philip swirled his tongue around it, tentatively licking
the piss-slit. It had a funky taste, sweaty but altogether
intoxicating to the young man. Philip opened his mouth wider and Eric
slid his long, slick prick a little deeper. Philip ran his lips
around the firm stick and began to explore the silky skin with his
nimble tongue. Eric plunged his shaft deeper into Philip's throat.
Eric's prick seemed to be getting harder and longer and thicker as
Philip ran his tongue along the invading cock. Philip could feel the
huge head pushing against the back of his mouth.

Holding back the gag reflex, Philip felt Eric's pubes rubbing against
his nose as he deep-throated the older boy. Eric slowly moved his
mouth back, until only the flaring mushroom head was enclosed by
Philip's moist lips. Again and again, he pushed the entire length of
his meaty cock into Philip's warm and inviting mouth.

As Eric kept pumping his mouth with cockmeat., Philip could soon
taste the salty-sweet pre-cum leaking out already. Eric began to
speed up his motion, moving his hips back and forth faster and
faster, fucking Philip's virgin mouth with his hard dick.

Within moments, Eric's thrusts became faster and more frantic. He
placed his hands on the sides of Philip's head, holding him firmly as
he kept pounding his meat into his partner's hungry mouth. Philip
heard Eric's breathing become louder and more deliberate, and knew he
would soon get his first taste of male cum. He sucked harder now
while squeezing Eric's tender nipples with one hand and fondling his
heavy balls with the other. Then, suddenly, Eric let out a grunt that
echoed throughout the empty gym. At the same time, he shot his
delicious load into Philip's mouth. Philip felt it fill his mouth,
hot and salty. He forced himself to swallow it all, but some of the
juice spilled out of his mouth and dripped down his chin. Eric
gripped his cock and pulled it out of Philip's mouth and stroked it
forcefully a few more times, squirting another barrage of semen onto
the quarterback's face, then another onto his bare chest.

Philip's cock had grown erect again during the intense blow job.
Still straddling Philip's heaving chest, Eric reached behind him and
grabbed onto Philip's thick fleshstick. He scooted back and rubbed
Philip's dick against his muscular ass. He slid the throbbing member
along his butt crack, teasing his rosebud with the puffy tip. Eric
backed his hairy butthole onto Philip's thick fuckstick and began to
ride up and down on the pole.

"Oh God, Eric. That feels so good. Your butt is so tight. You're
gonna make me shoot again.

"That's the plan, buddy. I want to feel your hot cum fill my tight
butt.

"It won't take long-your ass is so fucking hot. I'm really close."

Eric picked up his pace, slamming down harder on his partner's thick
shaft as Philip began to thrust his hips up off the bench.
"Oh yeah, Phil. Ram your cock in me harder, big guy." Eric moaned as
sweat trickled off his forehead.

Philip continued to pound away at Eric's fuck chute. Words escaped
him; all he could muster were some deepgroans as the intense pleasure
of sliding up into Eric's hot and hairy hole dominated his senses.
His body tensed as a new wave of orgasm raced through his shaft. He
shot another hot creamy load up Eric's willing bum. Eric lifted his
body off of Philip's rod as another spurt of cum shot out onto his
cheeks.

Eric knelt down next to Philip and gave him a long, deep kiss. Philip
ran his hands through Eric's hair as his breathing began to steady.
He closed his eyes contentedly and let Eric's tongue exlplore
his mouth.

After a few minutes, Eric broke the kiss, grabbed his shorts and
walked towards the door, leaving Philip reclining on the bench, spent
from their steamy fuck session.

"Hey Phil. Call me some time." Eric called out as he left the gym and
headed home.


Could be part of a series, if you boys like it. Let me know at
JustinMiller36@hotmail.com