Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2004 18:23:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: K <sag85kt@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shawn's Private Dancer - Chapter I

"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days Of Our Lives..."

R.I.P. Mr. Macdonald Carey (The Late Dr. Tom Horton, Sr., DAYS OF OUR
LIVES), you are truly missed.


Disclaimer:  The following story is a work of fiction based
upon male characters of the #1 NBC Daytime Drama Days Of Our
Lives and does not imply the sexuality of the characters
used.  The names of characters past or present may be
included, but they are not of my creation and are products
of Corday Productions, Inc., NBC, and all its affiliates.
If male/male romance offends you, or it is illegal for you
to view such explicit homoerotic material, for whatever
reason, please do not continue.  Thank you.  All those who
wish to continue forth, welcome to my world!

Setting:  In the context of this story, Shawn Brady is not
the very same person, with the very same relationships, that
we see on the show.  Shawn has returned home from the
Merchant Marines for Victor Kiriakis, his grandfather's,
wake and funeral.  The story opens at the will-reading, for
which Bo Brady, Philip Kiriakis, Brady Black and Shawn
himself are all present for.  Note:  Shawn has been
traveling Europe post-Marines.

                   Shawn's Private Dancer

     Shawn stares up into the early morning sky, still pink
from the sun rising in the east.   Whimsically, his long,
dark brown locks blow in the wind, his dark eyes even
darker, revealing his depth of thought and the immense
weight on his shoulders.  His manly hands were stuffed into
the pockets of his black trench coat, until he combed some
fingers through his head of hair; Shawn was grateful to be
rid of the restraining crew cut of the Merchant Marines.  In
his time away from Salem, Shawn grew a full goatee and
moustache, which only served to make him ooze masculinity
even more.  Before he could reach the door, Henderson, the
Kiriakis butler since the mid 1980s, opened the door.

     "Master Brady, we've been expecting you,"

     Shawn gave the old man a nod, and cautiously proceeded
inside, an arcane aura surrounding the foyer.  Being the
last to arrive, Henderson ushered everyone (Shawn included)
to their seats.  The funeral had been held the night before,
which most present Kiriakis men remained enervated from.
Spotting his dad, of whom he was a spitting image, Shawn
swiftly crosses the room, and locks him into a bear hug.

     "Hey.sailor man, it's good to see ya.  Look at you.wait
until your mom sees you, looking so grown up,"

     Bo and Hope had been unable to make the funeral until
late and, by that time, Shawn had already left and settled
in at his suite at the Salem Inn.  Shawn smiled, mulling
over how Hope would react to seeing him for the first time
in several long years:

<<   Hope Brady, a middle-aged woman with straight, brown
hair which fell to her shoulders, distinctive cheekbones and
questioning brown eyes, was hustling and bustling around the
house, having just sent Zack off to school for the day.
She couldn't believe it.  The whole mess with J.T. and the
Reibers seemed like only yesterday.  For a moment, she
reflected on life without her precious John Thomas.  With a
sigh, she heard the doorbell ring once, twice, three times.

     "I'm coming!  I'm coming."

     Hope got to the door, and as it swung open, it revealed
the smiling face of her first born, Shawn-Douglas.  Her
mouth flew open and she immediately wrapped her son's neck
in a motherly embrace.

     "Oh!  Shawn is that really you?  My God, I don't
believe my eyes!  Look at you..come in, come in- sit down-
make yourself at home." >>

     Shawn shook his head, smiling at the thought.  He
shared a look with his father, and knew they were on similar
wavelengths.  Leaving Bo for the moment, Shawn began making
rounds to the other heirs of the Kiriakis fortune.

     Soon, the reading of Victor Kiriakis' final will and
testament began, read by none other than Gene Briscoe, a
tall, stern, gray-haired man, and the benefactor of Victor's
estate.  Brady was awarded Titan, and all its properties and
divisions.  Philip was given the Mansion, and all of its
grounds.  Bo received one of Victor's many islands off the
coast of Greece, for vacationing, and possibly, for
retiring.  Shawn was shell-shocked at what he received- The
Blue Note!  And it was his to renovate and do with as he
pleased.   Each of the four also received their own
percentage in stock in Titan Publishing and bonds in several
grand each.  Afterwards, the Kiriakis men all went out to
the Cheatin' Heart to celebrate their new leases on their
lives, thanks to their dearly departed kin.

     Back at his suite at the Salem Inn, Shawn sighed and
leaned back against the door, closing his eyes to take the
events of the past week in.  Removing his trench coat, Shawn
revealed the Armani tuxedo he had worn to the will-reading
and later to the Kiriakis men gathering at the Cheatin'
Heart.  His suit jacket soon followed and Shawn fiddled with
his tie, loosening it as he entered the compact bathroom.
Unbelievable, he thought with a sigh of sexual frustration
as he stared into the smoldering eyes of his reflection in
the mirror, I've just come home from another long, mournful
day (surrounded by hot family members) and yet, I can't seem
to keep little Shawn content.

     Shawn had been single since the summer after high
school, when he split with Jason.  He remembered the events
that led to the nasty break up, and pondered how things
would be different today if he'd never given into such
torrid temptation.

<<   There he was, the glorious nerd of Salem High, Kevin
Lambert, in all of his gorgeous glory.   On his back in the
sand- his eyes closed- and his fist making slow, agonizing
strokes along his massive ten inches, Shawn was in complete
awe; he'd had been longing for some much needed relief from
the horrid heat wave and decided to go for some R & R up to
Smith Island, where the Horton side of his family owned a
cozy cabin.  Jason declined an invitation, so he'd invited
Kevin in his stead.  His boyfriend had summer school to take
care of, in order to attend college next year.  Now, Shawn
wondered why the fates had placed such a chiseled body on
the nerd he'd invited when his hot boyfriend couldn't come.

     Before Shawn could acknowledge what he was doing, or
even begin to stop himself, he was going down on Kevin's
hard-on, slurping it like an ice cold popsicle in the summer
afternoon.  Kevin's eyes flew open, narrowing towards
Shawn's in a seductive stare.  His big hands tangled in
Shawn's short hair, shoving his massive meat deep down
Shawn's expanding throat, until his thick pubes ticked
Shawn's nose.  Shawn's eyes rolled to the back of his head,
as Kevin's face fucking of him began to send him into a
world of ecstasy.  Kevin shoved him off, and Shawn was
concerned; however, Kevin repositioned himself on his side
and took Shawn's own impressive seven inches between his
lips and Shawn obliged with his own suck action on Kevin's
rod.

     Jason had gotten out of summer school earlier than
anticipated and, soon as possible, took the next ferry over
to Smith Island.  What he found there, though, broke his
heart; by this time, Kevin had Shawn on his hands and knees
as he plowed into Shawn's beautiful bubble butt.  Jason
didn't want to believe it, but the voice that was screaming
in ecstasy was unmistakable.

     "Shawn?!"

     Kevin came in Shawn's ass as Jason screamed his
boyfriend's name in confusion, and soon, Shawn was running
after his beloved, but to no avail.  That was the end of his
longest relationship, which had begun when he hurt puberty,
taking a slight hiatus when he went to boarding school, and
re-occurring when he returned and enrolled in Salem High.
>>

     Five years of real romance, only because he couldn't
resist one hot stud puppy.  Kevin, of course, left for
college across the country soon after and Shawn tried to
patch up the relationship.  But, it never happened; Jason
wouldn't even speak to him again.  Therefore, Shawn went
into the Merchant Marines and never looked back.  Since
then, he'd had plenty of fuck buddies, but he hadn't had a
serious relationship since then and Shawn had to admit, hot
action alone wasn't fulfilling him.  At the same time,
however, he was afraid of romance, because of how painful
his split from Jason was.

     Finally, he tore his stare from the mirror, turning
towards the shower stall and bending over to reach for the
faucet.  His dress pants were tight, hugging his hips, ass
and package firmly, giving way to the perfect shape of his
sexy behind.   Once the water was running, his pants slid
off- displaying his package in a pair of grey, cotton, CK
boxers- which he proceeded to remove.  Once his slab of meat
was surrounded by the hot air of the bathroom, it slammed
against his rock-hard abdomen, which was still covered by
his dress shirt.  Resisting the urge to give his needy cock
a few rigorous tugs, Shawn undid the buttons on his shirt,
slid it off his shoulders and- now completely disrobed- he
stepped into the shower, loving the feeling of the hot water
cascading over his muscular body.  It was like the water was
washing away all the demons from his troubled mind.