Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2000 03:59:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcome to Salem, Chapter 2

NOTE: This story is pure fantasy and doesn't reflect
the actual characters or actors on Days of Our Lives.
The show and characters are trademarks of and
copyright Corday Productions Inc., in association with
Columbia Pictures Television.

Warning: The story takes a very sexual turn in this
chapter.


  I walked slowly through the double doors and stood
looking around. Salem High. For a second, I closed my
eyes tightly, wondering if it would all be gone when I
opened them, this strange dream. Or delusion. I wasn't
sure yet which it was.

 It was all still there, though, and I moved further
into the hallway, letting myself be swallowed up
amidst a sea of faces.

 I realized as I walked that I had no clue where i was
going. How often did we see the teen gang on Days
actually in class? Not very often. If they were in
school at all, they were talking in the hallways. I
had no idea what classes Philip might have, or where
to go.

 "Hey Phil," I heard a familiar voice behind me and
felt a tingle of anticipation rush down my back. I
knew the voice well enough. Shawn Brady. No doubt
about it. And I was about to be looking at him in the
flesh, not on a tv screen.

 I turned around, wondering if this would be the point
where reality returned. Wasn't that usually the way?
The dream ends right when you get to the best part?

 "What's wrong, man? Did you have a fight with Chloe?"
Shawn's eyes looked directly into mine, a concerned
look on his face.

 "Chloe?" My mind had pushed every single thought out
of my head except for one- I wanted this guy bad. I
could feel the heat from his body, he was standing
that close to me. He smelled incredible, there was an
aroma of shampoo and soap hanging over him, as if he'd
come to school directly from his morning shower, but
there was an underlying aroma of pure sexuality that
just seemed to waft off of him.

 "Are you okay, Phil? You look really out of it,"
Shawn said waving a hand in front of my face. I
blinked a few times and tried to gather my thoughts.
That attempt was halted abruptly when Shawn causally
pushed back the sleeves of his sweater as he continued
to look at me with concern written all over his face.
His bare arms, muscular and covered with dark hair,
made my mouth go suddenly dry with desire.

 "Hey guys." I shifted my gaze reluctantly as we were
joined by Mimi Lockhart.

 "Hi Mimi," I smiled at her, coming back to my senses.
I had to calm down here. There was plenty of fun to be
had as long as this very real seeming dream lasted,
but I couldn't exactly leap on Shawn Brady in the
middle of the hallway at school. Things in this dream
were real enough to let me know that such an action
wouldn't be very productive.

 "It's alive!" Shawn joked, punching me lightly on the
arm. "What's up with you, Kiriakis? You were like a
zombie a minute ago."

 "Sorry, man. I just had something on my mind," I
said, allowing myself a quick glance down at the
promising bulge in his tight jeans.

 "Well, come on. We're going to be late for class." I
followed behind Mimi and Shawn, which gave me ample
opportunity to check out the other side of Shawn's
tight jeans. I swallowed hard at the sight of his
tight little bubble butt, packaged so perfectly into
those jeans, just waiting to be unwrapped.

 By some coincidence, it seemed that every class
Philip had was with either Shawn, Mimi, Belle Black,
or Chloe Lane. This worked out perfectly for me,
because it seemed that just as I was wondering what to
do next, one of them would appear and tell me that if
we didn't hurry, we'd be late for class.

 Time seemed to move quickly. The only uncomfortable
moments were around Chloe, Philip's girlfriend. I knew
from watching the show that Philip was completely love
sick over this girl, but my own thoughts ran more
towards Shawn and some of the other hotties I spotted
around school. I guess I shouldn't have been
surprised, since I was in a soap opera high school,
but nearly every guy I saw was mouth wateringly
beautiful.

 By the last class of the day, I wondered just what I
was doing. By some incredible twist of fate that I
didn't understand in the least, I was being given a
chance to actually be a character on Days of Our
Lives. And what was I doing with that chance? I was
sitting in a classroom! I could be doing that in my
real life. No, this was a chance at some real fun.
This wasn't reality, so there wouldn't be any
consequences. I could do anything! And, let's face it,
I was also drop dead gorgeous. How many times had I
thought about how much easier my life would be like if
I could look like one of the guys on TV? I wasn't bad
looking in my real life, but I wasn't exactly a male
model, either. This truly was a chance of a lifetime,
in more ways than one.

 When the bell rang, I leapt from my seat, determined
to have some real fun before I woke up.

 "Phil, wait up! Are you going to Dot Com?" I looked
over my shoulder and slowed my pace. Jason! He was
little more than an extra on the show, hanging about
with his troublemaking girlfriend Jan and stirring
things up, but he was hot as hell, with short blond
hair and the usual soap opera good looks. Today he was
dressed in the tight blue jeans that so many of the
guys seemed to be wearing in this school, and a
sweater that fit tightly against his chest, showing
off his toned physique.

 Why, I wondered for a split second, couldn't I have
shown up in this fictional world during the summer,
when the guys ran around shirtless all the time? Well,
I'd just have to work a little harder to see some
skin.

 "Actually, I was headed home. Want to come over?" I
asked.

 "For what?" Jason sounded surprised and a wary look
came into his eyes as he looked at me.

 "Just to hang out," I shrugged, acting casual.

 "You haven't wanted to hang out with me sing Ghoul
Girl cast her spell on you," Jason said.

 "Suit yourself, man. I just thought we could hang out
for awhile," I said, turning to go.

 "What, did you get tired of Vampira and remember who
your real friends are?" Jason asked, following behind
me.

 "Something like that," I said as I turned to look at
him. "She didn't have that special something I was
looking for." I flicked my eyes briefly down to the
front of Jason's Jeans without being too obvious and
turned around again, heading for the exit.

 We made it back to the Kirakis mansion and the
privacy of Philip's bedroom without any trouble. I
took off my jacket and tossed it and my book bag onto
a chair next to the door, motioning for Jason to do
the same.

 I followed his gaze as he looked around the room and
wondered if he'd ever been there before. I couldn't
exactly ask, since Philip would know such a thing. And
really, the room was still new to me, too!

 Jason made his way to the stereo system in one corner
of the room and started looking through Philip's cds.
As I watched him, I thought more clearly about what I
was about to try. If the people I was interacting with
in this dream were exactly, 100% the characters on the
show, I had no chance with any of the guys. As
written, none of them were gay. But, it was a dream,
or maybe a delusion, that belonged to me, right? No
matter how real it seemed, I must be creating this
somehow in my head. So I should be able to get the
guys to do anything I wanted.

 "I'm surprised Ghoul Girl doesn't have you listening
to opera by now," Jason said as he continued to browse
through the cd collection. "You still have some pretty
school stuff here, Kirakis."

 "Thanks. Put on whatever you want to hear, man," I
told him. At that moment, I decided on an approach. I
couldn't be too blatant, because so far the characters
had been pretty true to form. I had to proceed
cautiously, at least until I knew exactly what I was
dealing with.

 Opening the armoire next to the window, I pulled off
my sweater and glanced into the mirror. I smiled again
at Philip's reflection, standing there in a tight
white undershirt. Across the room, I could see Jason's
back as he continued to flip through the cds,
oblivious to me. I slowly unbuckled my belt and then
in one swift moment left my pants fall to the floor.

 "Don't you have their new cd yet?" Jason asked,
turning around with a cd in his hand. He halted when
he caught sight of me standing there in a the t-shirt
and boxer briefs, my clothes in a pile next to me.

 "Dude, what are you doing?" Jason sounded alarmed.

 "Changing, man. What's it look like?"

 "You could have told me, man!"

 "Why? It's no different than changing in the
lockeroom. It's not like I'm naked," I smiled at him.

 Jason shrugged and looked a little uncomfortable, but
turned back to the cds without another word. I decided
to step things up a little.
 "So, Jase, how are things with Jan these days?" I
asked as I walked over and sat down on the edge of the
bed. Jason glanced over his shoulder at me and
shrugged again.

 "Okay, I guess. Why?"

 "She putting out?" I asked.

 "What??" Jason turned around to face me, his face
turning a little red.

 "You heard me, man. Is she putting out? Are you
getting any?" I laughed a little, my eyes locked onto
his.

 "Yeah. Of course," Jason didn't sound even remotely
convincing. "Why? Ghoul Girl givin' it up to you?"

 "No, man. She freaks if I even try and kiss her for
too long," I sighed.

 "Sucks to be you," Jason laughed.

 "Oh, like you're getting so much more! Come on, I
know Jan better than that," I bluffed.

 Jason opened his mouth to protest, then thought
better of it and laughed a little. "Okay. I'm not
getting any, either."

 "What's wrong with these girls, man? Two hot guys
like us, they should be fighting to give it up to us!"
I grinned.

 "Damn right!"

 "Are you ever going to put on a cd?" I asked. Jason
opened up the case he held in his hand and put the
disc in. In a few seconds, the voice of Lenny Kravitz
was filling the room.

 "So, what do you want to do?" I asked, stretching my
arms above my head slowly.

 "I don't know, it's your house. Too bad it's freezing
outside, a swim would be nice," Jason sighed as he
walked over and looked out the window at the pool.

 "Do you ever feel like if you don't get off you're
just going to go nuts?" I asked casually, ignoring his
observation.

 "What?!" Jason turned around and stared at me in
shock.

 "Oh, come on, Jason. We're both guys! I always feel
like this after a long day at school, looking at the
babes. Like if I don't get some relief I'm just going
to lose my mind! Are you telling me you don't go home
feeling like that ever?"

 "Uh... yeah, I guess. Sure," Jason nodded.

 "And Jan's no help, is she? So you just gotta rely on
man's best friend," I grinned holding up my right hand
and waving it in the air.

 "Dude, if you want me to leave so you can beat off,
just tell me!" Jason sounded angry, but he was
blushing like crazy.

 "No, man. That's not what I meant. We're gonna hang
out. I just thought we'd have more fun if we got this
out of the way right now. Then we can watch a video or
play some playstation or something," I said, licking
my lips slightly.

 "What... what do you mean, get this out of the way?"
Jason's voice cracked a little.

 "Oh, come on, dude! I mean if we jerk off, get the
toxins out of our systems, we can just chill
afterwards," I did my best to sound exasperated with
his slow grasp of the situation.

 "Jerk off? Together?" Jason sounded shocked, but I
was pleased not to note any disgust in his voice.

 "Yeah, why not? We're friends, and we're both guys
here. No big deal. You do your thing, I'll do mine," I
said. He still looked uncertain and I knew something
extra was needed or I'd lose him.

 "I mean, Shawn and I do it all the time. Lots of guys
do. What's the big deal?"

 "Shawn? You and Shawn... you really do that?" Jason
looked stunned, but less uncertain.

 "Sure. I mean, it's not a big deal, man. It's no
different from doing it alone," I smiled.

 "Um... okay, I guess," Jason said nervously. I felt a
wave of excitement and triumph, but did my best to
remain an aura of nonchalance.

 "Cool. You need any lotion or something?" I asked as
I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the
floor.

 "Yeah, sure," Jason remained standing by the window,
still looking a little uncertain, as if I was setting
him up for some sort of a joke.

 I grabbed a tube of hand lotion I'd noticed on the
dresser and quickly dispelled any lasting doubts Jason
might have had by pulling off my boxer shorts and
flopping down on the bed.

 What a sight, I thought in amazement. Philip's toned
body was incredible. And the centerpiece of it all was
the thick seven inches that huge between his legs,
nestled in a patch of dark blond hair and above two
low hanging balls.

 I squeezed some lotion into the palm of my hand and
then tossed the bottle next to me on the bed. Without
looking at Jason, I ran my lotion covered hand up and
down the length on my cock a few times, getting
everything nice and slick. Then I glanced across the
room at Jason, who was standing with his mouth open,
his eyes locked onto my cock.

 "Dude, are you gonna do it standing up or what? Come
on. Here's the lotion," I motioned with my head as I
continued a nice, slow stroking. Jason seemed to come
out of his daze when I spoke. Clearing his throat a
little, he moved slowly across the room towards the
bed, as if he wasn't quite certain of what to expect
one he reached his destination.

 "Better strip, man, you wouldn't want to get any on
your clothes," I said softly as I seemed to devote all
my attention to my own cock, acting like Jason's
presence was of little interest to me.

 In reality, I wasn't missing much. I watched as Jason
swallowed hard and then slowly pulled his own sweater
over the top of his head. He wasn't wearing an
undershirt, so I immediately got an incredible view
that I'd never seen on tv. Jason's torso was as tanned
as Philip's, and nearly as toned. He was well on his
way to having a perfect six pack. His large nipples
stood at attention, surrounded by tiny, almost
invisible wisps of blond hair, matching the light
dusting of hair under his arms.

 I continued my sensual stroking of my cock, pleased
with it's thickness. My own cock was long and thin, so
it was quite a change of pace to find my hand wrapped
around the wide cock between Philip's legs. I watched
from the corner of my eye and Jason undid his jeans
and dropped them to the floor around his ankles. The
front of his briefs were bulging with promise and
there was already a noticeable wet spot on the fabric
straining against the head of his cock.

 He sat down slowly on the very edge of the bed and
bent down to take off his shoes and pull his jeans all
the way off. When he was done he sat up and glanced
over at me. When I met his eyes, my hand still slowly
stroking, he looked away quickly.

 "Come on, dude. Get with it! Aren't you just aching
to cum? I know I am," I moaned slightly. Jason glanced
my way again and then scooted farther back on the bed.
With a slight sigh, he pulled his briefs down and let
them hit the floor. His cock was already fully hard
and must have been about seven and a half inches,
surrounded by an equally light dusting of curly little
blond hairs. I watched as he reached for the lotion
and squirted some into his hand.

 It was all I could do not to gasp as I watched him
begin to stroke himself, rubbing lotion up and down
his hard cock. This was incredible! I couldn't believe
that I was lying here, jacking off with one of the hot
young guys on my soap opera! Hell, I WAS one of the
hot young guys in my soap opera!

 I gave it a few minutes, just the two of us lying
side by side on top of the king sized bed, completely
naked and stroking our cocks. The only sounds in the
room were the soft slap of skin against skin and the
occasional stifled moan from Jason or low, outright
moan from me.

 I kept watch, waiting for the exact moment when Jason
was so lost in pleasure that he'd be open to almost
anything. Finally, when I saw the pace of his hand
increase ever so slightly and noticed him lightly
biting his lower lip, I knew my moment had come.

 Slowly, steadily, I moved my body towards his on the
bed. His eyes were closed, his whole body focused on
the feelings centered in his cock. I released my grip
on my own dick and slowly reached out, wrapping my
hand firmly around his own as it moved up and down on
his meat.

 Jason gasped and his eyes flew open. He looked like a
deer caught in the headlights for a moment and quickly
pulled his own hand out from under mine and started to
sit up. I continued stroking his cock and looked
directly into his eyes.

 "Please let me," I whispered, increasing my stroking.
A shudder of pleasure passed through his body and his
head dropped back on the bed. He closed his eyes
without another word and didn't resist.

 Still stroking, enjoying the feel of his warm, hard
member against the skin of my hand, I gently bent
forward and brought my mouth to his nipple. I heard a
gasp and felt another shudder run through his body,
but he kept his eyes closed as I began to suck and
nibble lightly on first one and then the other of his
nipples, my tongue dancing lightly with the little
wisps of blond hair.

 I slowly began to kiss my way down his chest, letting
my tongue devour the firm young body, savoring ever
second of contact. I dipped my tongue lightly into his
belly button and continued downward. I felt a jolt
rush through my own body at the instant when the head
of Jason's cock slipped between my lips.

 Jason's moans were no longer stifled. He body, damp
with sweat, was writing around in pure ecstasy as I
took inch after inch of his cock into my mouth. Just
as slowly as I'd gone down, I began to raise my head,
watching as each inch reappeared, glistening with my
saliva.

 "Oh, God. Phil. That's... oh, God!" Jason moaned as I
began to increase the pace of my movements, taking him
down my throat again and again, my head bobbing up and
down on his shaft. I reached one hand up and began to
play with his hard nipples, causing him to moan even
louder than before. If I was myself and we'd been in
my dorm room, I would have worried about being
overheard, but I just gave in to the moment, not
caring about anything but Jason's cock and making it
explode inside my mouth.

 His moans soon became a light panting, interspersed
with an occasional "Oh, God!" or "Oh, Wow!" I looked
up at his face, glowing with sweat, where his extreme
pleasure was written in every line. I had no doubt
that this was the first time he'd ever experienced
anything like this and felt the thrill of being the
first to bring this pleasure home to him.

 Finally, after what seemed an eternity and yet not
quite long enough, Jason's hand clenched onto my
shoulder and he gasped a single, prolonged word:
"Ohhhhh!" My eyes still locked onto his face, which
was transfigured in the most intense pleasure, I felt
the first hot gush of his cum hit the roof of my
mouth. Swallowing quickly, I continued sucking as he
shot time after time, emptying what must have been a
lifetime's worth of cum into my mouth.

 At last, Jason's body seemed to go limp. At that
exact moment, an odd sensation rushed through me body,
leaving me dizzy. The room seemed to swim before me
and suddenly everything went black.


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