Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 16:30:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcome to Salem, Part 5

  Advisory: 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.


  Note: A lot of you asked where the sex was, so
there's plenty of it in this chapter! I hope you
enjoy. Please let me know what you think, okay?



   After leaving the docks and a stunned Brady Black
behind, I changed my mind about going back to the
Kiriakis mansion. It was still pretty early in the
evening, especially for Salem where the days seemed to
last weeks and weeks at a time. Plus, I was still
pretty wired after my close proximity to Shawn Brady
at the Pub, followed by my run in with Brady.

   Okay, I'll be honest. I found myself feeling
incredibly horny. Who wouldn't, after all? My earlier
encounter with Jason had been a lot of fun, but I
hadn't exactly gotten off. And since then I'd had
close, though sadly non-sexual, encounters with two
really hot guys that I'd watched on TV and fantasized
about dozens of times. If all of that didn't leave me
horny, there'd be something really wrong with me.

   I wandered for awhile, looking for a familiar
landmark. Before long, I spotted Salem Place up ahead,
it's lights shining like a beacon in the darkness of
the evening.

   I grabbed a table and ordered a cup of hot
chocolate from the blonde waitress who seemed to
always be working there. Did the poor woman ever get a
night off? The only other person I could remember
working there was Nicole, before she'd become a model
at Titan. In typical Days fashion, she was now a Titan
Exec, never mind the fact that she didn't seem to have
gone to college. None of Titan's Execs had ever gone
to college, it seemed. All you needed was a connection
to Kate Roberts, be it by blood, marriage, or
blackmail, and you were in.

   Sipping my drink, I looked around, watching the
shoppers come and go. I knew that it wouldn't take
long before I saw someone that I- that Philip- knew.
The Salem rule seemed to never fail- if you go there,
they will come. And there could be anywhere, from New
Orleans, to France, to the local coffee shop.

   "Philip?" I recognized the voice before I even
turned around. Austin Reed, possessor of the best pecs
on the show. And, sadly, Philip's half brother. Not to
mention a very righteous do gooder. Someone who
thought sex was a sin if you weren't totally
committed. What chance did I have? Well, it would
still be fun to look at him for awhile. As long as he
didn't talk too much.

   "Hey, Austin. Join me?" I smiled at him as he
nodded and took the seat across from me at the little
table. The waitress appeared at his side and he
ordered a coffee.

   "So we haven't talked for awhile. How are things?"
Austin asked, smiling at me. He really was nice to
look at, I had to give him that.

   "Things are... confusing," I replied, an idea
coming into my mind.

   "Confusing?" Austin scrunched up his brow a little
and spoke as if the word were completely new to him
and he didn't quite understand what it meant.

   "Yeah. I'm actually really glad to see you, man. I
really need to talk to someone about some stuff," I
sighed, doing my best to seem worried and in need of
some help. After all, what better way was there to get
Saint Austin's attention?

   "Sure, man. You know you can talk to me. What is
it?" Austin asked.

   "Um, could we go somewhere else, maybe? Someplace
more private? I don't really feel comfortable talking
about this with all these people around," I said, my
mind racing ahead of me, wondering if this would work.

  "Of course. Come on, we'll go to my apartment. It's
quiet there and it'll just be the two of us," Austin
said, standing up and taking out his wallet to pay the
check. Never mind that we hadn't even touched our
drinks, really. No one in Salem ever seemed to finish
a meal or a drink when they went out in public.

   It only took a few minutes in Austin's car to reach
his apartment. I looked around the familiar hallway
I'd seen on the show many times. I glanced at the door
to Sami's apartment, hoping she wasn't home. The last
thing I needed was for her to pop over to see Austin
right now.

   Austin unlocked the door and I followed him inside.
He turned on the light and I looked around at the
familiar surroundings with a feeling of amazement and
excitement. Amazement that I was really in Austin
Reed's apartment, and excitement for what I hoped
would be happening next.

   "Want anything to drink?" Austin asked as he took
off his coat. I admired the physique I could see
outlined beneath his tight white t-shirt and felt a
stirring in my pants, which caused me to quickly take
a seat on the sofa and place a pillow over my lap in
what I hoped looked like a casual move.

   "No, I'm okay," I assured him. Austin came over and
sat down at the other end of the sofa, facing me.

   "So, what do you need to talk about?"

   "I... it's really... I don't know if I can do this,
maybe it was a bad idea," I said, starting to stand
up. As I hoped, Austin reached out and grabbed my arm
and gently pulled me back down.

   "Hey, listen, you know you can tell me anything. If
it's bothering you this much, you really need to talk
about it with someone," Austin said.

   "Yeah. Well, it's just that... Did you ever have
thoughts that weren't... normal?" I asked, doing my
best to seem upset and afraid of what I was about to
say.

   "What do you mean, not normal?" Austin asked, his
eyes registering that he wasn't quite sure what I
meant.

   "Thoughts that... you know you shouldn't be
having?" I asked, looking directly at him with wide
eyes. I knew on Philip, the look must be irresistible.
Anyone who saw it would want to wrap their arms around
him and make him feel better.

   "Do you mean... like... sex thoughts?" Austin asked
slowly.

   I stayed still a moment, just looking at him with
those wide eyes, like I was afraid to answer. And then
I slowly nodded my head in silence.

   "Oh. Philip, you're a teenager. Of course you have
thoughts about sex. There's nothing about that that's
not normal," Austin explained, reaching out to touch
my knee for a second in reassurance.

   "But what if..." I stopped, as if it was just a
thought I couldn't bear to complete.

   "What if what?" Austin asked patiently.

   "What if they're not regular sex thoughts?" I
asked, this time keeping my eyes lowered, as if not
daring to meet his gaze.

   "I... not regular sex thoughts? Like, what? I'm not
sure I know what you mean," Austin sounded really
confused now. Of course, he usually came across that
way anyway.

   "I think about... doing stuff. With... guys," I
said haltingly, my voice soft. Even though I was
playing around here, I could feel myself getting
behind the emotions. It hadn't been that long ago in
my real life that I'd been a kid confused by thoughts
about guys. It was an easy emotion to connect to.

   Austin was quiet. I waited, wondering what exactly
he was going to say. Finally, when he didn't speak, I
glanced up at him to see what his reaction was.

   Austin was sitting there, staring at me. It was
hard to read his face, though. His mouth wasn't
hanging open in shock, as I'd suspected it might be.
There was no look of disgust or moral outrage, both of
which I'd also half suspected might meet my statement.

   When he still said nothing, I decided to kick
things up another notch. "Now you hate me!" I cried,
jumping up from the sofa and heading in the direction
of the door.

   "Philip, no!" Austin was behind me in a single
moved and spun me around to face him. We were so close
I could feel his breath on my face and I had to fight
the urge to kiss him.

   "Look, I don't hate you. Sit back down. We can talk
about this," Austin said, leading me back to the sofa.
Once we were seated, Austin touched my knee again,
giving it a gentle squeeze.

   "So you have thoughts about doing stuff with guys.
What kind of stuff?" Austin asked.

   "Like.. you know. Sex stuff," I said quietly. I was
glad for the cushy pillow once again placed on my lap,
though. The thought of Austin fishing for details of
Philip's gay fantasies was an incredible turn on.

   "Sex stuff. Mmm hmm. Like, touching?" Austin asked.

   "Yeah. I think about touching guys. And kissing
guys. And... other stuff," I finished, darting a quick
glance at his face before looking down at my hands
again. It was still hard to read his look.

   "What other stuff? It's okay to tell me Philip, I
won't think badly about you," Austin said quietly. I
thought I detected a hint of something in his voice-
repressed excitement maybe?

   "I think about kissing a guy all over. Everywhere
on his body. And I fantasize about... giving blow
jobs," I finished quietly, this time looking up to
meet Austin's gaze directly. His face was a little
flushed now.

   "I see. Philip, these thoughts don't make you bad.
People have thoughts all the time. Thoughts don't
count. Only actions count," Austin explained.

   "I'm not sure I know what you mean. Aren't these
thoughts wrong? I mean, shouldn't I be thinking about
girls?" I asked, striving to keep my voice sounding
confused and scared.

   "Listen, Philip. I'm going to tell you something
that's just between us. I know I can trust you, like
you've trusted me," Austin said. I nodded slowly,
waiting.

   "I have those thoughts, too, Philip," he said. I
felt my heart beat quicken and let out an inner yell
of delight. This was going a hundred times better than
I thought it would.

   "You.. you think about guys, too?" I asked. "Like,
about kissing guys? And giving them blow jobs?"

   Austin nodded. "Yeah, I do. I've had those thoughts
since I was younger than you are now. I've never
stopped having them. About guys I've boxed with, guys
at the gym. Even guys I've been friends with."

   "Like who?" I asked, unable to contain my
curiosity.

   "I don't think that's important," Austin said, not
sounding quite sure of himself.

   "It's just that... well, I have thoughts about guys
I shouldn't think about that way. Like Shawn Brady.
He's my best friend! But I think about him like that
all the time," I said.

   "Oh. Well, I used to fantasize about Eric Brady all
the time, and he was my brother in law, so don't feel
too badly about that, Philip," Austin said in a
comforting tone.

   My cock, still hidden beneath the pillow, began to
strain against the fabric of my pants at the thought
of Austin fantasizing over Eric Brady.

   "So it's okay to have these thoughts, then?" I
asked.

   "Well, it doesn't make you bad or anything. Like I
said, thoughts are thoughts. It's only actions that
matter," Austin explained again.

   "Is that why you married Carrie?" I asked. Austin
sighed softly and ran his fingers through his hair,
then laid his head against the back of the sofa and
looked up at the ceiling.

   "Yeah. I mean, I loved Carrie. A lot. I wouldn't
have married her if I hadn't loved her. But I got
married because that's what we're supposed to do. Men
are supposed to be with women, that's the way God
wants it. So we can have whatever thoughts we want
about guys. That's not wrong. But we need to be with
women," he said.

   I cringed a little at this ridiculous idea. How
stupid was it to think that God would want us to do
something that wasn't right, that left us unfulfilled
and unhappy? Luckily, Austin wasn't looking at me and
missed the cringe and the rolling of my eyes that went
with it.

   "I understand. But don't you ever... I mean,
haven't you ever... given in to your temptations?" I
asked.

   Austin was quiet for awhile and I'd almost decided
he wasn't going to answer my question at all when he
sighed and rolled his head in my direction.

   "Temptation is everywhere, every day. At the gym
I'm constantly tempted. Just walking around Salem
Place, I'm tempted. But we have to resist those
temptations," Austin said.

   I nodded, since he was looking at me. "So you've
never given in to temptation?" I asked.

   Austin sighed again and closed his eyes. "Yeah,
Philip. I have. It's hard not to sometimes and nobody
is perfect."

   "So you've been with guys?" I asked, unable to keep
the excitement out of my voice.

   Austin opened his eyes and looked at me. "I've
never told anyone this, Philip. But I know you
understand. And maybe I can help you not to give in to
temptation like I have."

   I nodded again, waiting for him to go on. "I have
been with guys a few times, yeah. Once in high school,
when I was about your age. Once when I first started
boxing. And once after I walked in on Carrie in bed
with Mike Horton."

   "What... what was it like?" I asked.

   "Well, I won't lie to you. At the time, it was
really great. But the guilt afterwards at knowing I'd
done something wrong wasn't great," Austin sighed.

   I couldn't take this any more. I was on the right
track, but it seemed to be taking forever. I needed to
do something to get things going.

   "Austin, I don't think I can resist the temptation.
I mean, every day at school, after gym class, I'm
there in the showers, surrounded by all these hot
guys. Guys like my friends Shawn and Jason. And seeing
them, naked and wet, soap suds all over their bodies,
it's more than I can take!"

   "Philip, I know how you feel, really," Austin said.

   "No! You can't know, Austin. You can't know what
it's like to want to drop to my knees right there in
the shower, not even caring if everyone is watching,
and take Shawn's cock in my mouth. You can't know how
much I want to get him off, to taste him, to swallow
everything he gives me!" I said, raising my voice a
little.

   "I do know, Philip! I've felt the same way so many
times!" Austin said.

   "I feel like if I don't get some relief, if I don't
act out these desires with someone, I'm going to go
insane. If I could just do it once, know what it's
like, maybe I could get it out of my system," I said.

   "Philip, you can't think that way. You've got to
fight these urges. Even giving in once would be a
mistake," Austin said.

   "No. It can't be a mistake, Austin. Not when it
feels so right!" I moved my hand just right, so that
it hit the edge of the pillow, sending it to the floor
and exposing the very obvious tent in my pants.

   I watched as Austin's eyes took in the sight and
noticed the beginnings of a rise in his own jeans.

   "Philip, things that feel good aren't always
right," Austin said, but his voice cracked just a
little.

   "Austin, I don't care. I can't stand it any longer!
I'm going to do this, tonight. I'm going to go find
someone and I'm going to be with him. I'm going to act
out all my fantasies," I said, standing up. The tent
in my pants became more obvious once I was upright and
it was about level with Austin's face.

   "Philip, don't be stupid! Forget about wrong or
right, you could get hurt! There are a lot of scary
people out there. I can't let you go throw yourself at
some stranger," Austin said.

   "Then help me, Austin. Just this once. Just between
us. Please. I need this," I said, a very genuine tone
of pleading coming into my voice.

   "Philip, what are you saying? I'm your brother!"
Austin said, but he didn't sound as shocked as he
could have been.

   "Half brother, Austin. And so what? If you don't
help me, I'm going to do just what you said. Throw
myself at some stranger!" I declared.

   Austin's eyes fell to the front of my pants, an
area he'd been avoiding since I stood up. There was
definite desire in his glance.

   "Please, Austin. Just this once," I whispered,
reaching out to touch the side of his face.

   "Philip, it's not right..." Austin said, but his
voice was lacking any moral convictions now.

   "You said it yourself, Austin. Forget about wrong
and right," I said softly as I continued to caress the
side of his face with one hand and used to other to
slowly unzip my pants.

   Austin's eyes followed the course of my fingers as
they worked the zipper down and then slowly reached
inside. I shuddered a little at the first touch of my
fingers on my aching cock, and then pulled it through
the opening, exposing it to Austin's hungry eyes.

   I stroked it just a little, a few inches from his
face, and he started to lean forward, bringing himself
closer. I reached down and unbuttoned my pants,
letting them fall around my ankles. After only a
moment's hesitation, Austin reached up and pulled down
my boxer briefs slowly, as if savoring the moment.

 I gasped as he pressed his face against me, his nose
resting in my soft blond pubic hair and his lips
against the base of my cock.

   Austin inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of my
crotch. "Oh, Philip," he moaned. They were his last
words before he grabbed hold of my rigid cock and
brought his lips to it's head. His tongue darted out
licking all around the head and then up and down it's
length, sending shivers racing along my spine.

   "Oh, God, Austin. That feels so good," I moaned.
There was no need to put on an act any longer. I was
thoroughly myself now, enjoying the moment to the
fullest.

   Austin slowly licked his way down to my balls and
then sucked first one and then the other into his
mouth, rolling them around with his tongue and sending
wave after wave of pleasure through my body as I
gripped his t-shirt clad shoulders and moaned.

   Releasing my balls, he licked his way back up my
shaft and then, after just a moments pause for breath,
took the head of my cock between his lips. His mouth
was incredibly hot and the combined feeling of his
busy tongue and the suction almost pushed me over the
edge.

   "I want your cock, too," I moaned. "Please. I want
to taste you, Austin." He pulled back, releasing my
cock from his mouth. Standing up, he quickly pulled
his t-shirt over his head and tossed it across the
room. My mouth went dry at the sight of his incredible
upper body. It always looked fantastic on the screen,
but in person it was beyond words.

   "You are so hot," I whispered, reaching out and
touching his chest, gently pinching his nipples
between my fingers.

   "Take your clothes off," Austin said, his voice
heavy with desire. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my
pants and boxers off all the way, watching Austin as I
did so. He undid the snaps on his jeans and then
slowly, sensually pulled them down over his bulging
package, barely contained by his tight white briefs.

   I practically ripped my shirt off and then fell to
my knees in front of Austin before he could remove his
underwear. I reached around and cupped his firm ass in
my hands, squeezing and kneeding the round mounds that
I'd fantasized about many times, as I brought my mouth
against his hard cock. I sucked gently, with only the
fabric between his meat and my mouth.

   "Philip, oh God," Austin moaned as I worked on his
cock, leaving the front of his underwear completely
soaked. After a few minutes, I couldn't wait any
longer to taste the actual thing and I reached up and
pulled the briefs down in one swift move. His cock, a
hard, thick seven inches, sprang free and landed
against my nose. I wasted no time in getting it in my
mouth and working a few inches down my throat, causing
Austin to grip the back of my head and let out a
series of loud groans.

   After a few seconds I pulled back, wanting to get a
taste of his balls. They were low hanging and
surprisingly hairy and I could only take one in my
mouth at a time. I licked and sucked them with
abandon, lost in the taste of sweat and manliness that
was Austin Reed.

   Suddenly Austin reached down and grabbed me by the
shoulders, pulling me up off of my knees. I felt a
momentary pang of fear- was he putting a stop to this
NOW?

   But my fears were extinguished when Austin leaned
down and began to suck on my nipple and pressed his
hard cock against my own.

   "I want to suck you, too. You know what a sixty
nine is?" Austin asked, looking into my eyes.

   I almost laughed, but remembered at the last second
that I was Philip and Austin thought this was my first
time with a guy. I nodded slowly, loving the look of
desire that was clouding his eyes.

   Austin grabbed me by the hand and led me quickly
back to his bedroom. We fell onto the bed at the same
time and Austin brought his mouth to mine, his tongue
searching my mouth for a few seconds before he pulled
back. He turned me onto my side and then moved quickly
down to the other end of the bed, so that his cock was
directly in my face.

   I shuddered as I felt his lips once again wrap
around the head of my cock. I leaned forward and
greedily swallowed as much of his cock as I could,
loving the feel of it in my mouth. I went to work,
concentrating on sucking Austin's cock and playing
with his balls as he worked noisily on my own dick,
slurping away and letting out little moans of delight.

   After a few minutes of delicious cock sucking,
Austin suddenly rolled me over onto my back and
climbed on top of me so that his knees were on either
side of my head and his cock was hanging down in my
face as he continued to suck me off. I wrapped my arms
around the back of his legs, just below his tight ass,
and pulled him into me, taking his cock almost
completely down my throat. Austin groaned and began
pumping his cock up and down, fucking my face.

   I felt myself getting dangerously close to cumming
as the stud on top of me fucked my mouth with
increasing speed. I could tell be the way he was
moving that he, too, was close and I knew I had to
stop him from cumming.

  I reached up and pushed him gently away. Austin let
out a small cry of disappointment but rolled off of me
and looked at me with concern. "Are you okay?"

   "God, yeah. I just wanted to slow down a little," I
grinned, knowing that Philip's grin was one of his
sexiest features. I reached over and started slowly
stroking Austin's cock, to keep his desire at full
throttle.

   "Ahhh," Austin moaned, closing his eyes and
thrusting up against my hand. "That feels so good."

   "Lay back on the bed," I told him. He acted
quickly, with no hesitation. I let my eyes linger,
taking in the sight before me. Austin Reed was
stretched out, completely naked, on his bed. He was
sweating just a little, which gave his incredible body
a sexy shine. He was mine to do with as I pleased.
Fantasies can come true.

   I started with his chest, fist licking and sucking
lightly on his nipples and running my mouth all over
those incredible pecs. I licked my way down his chest,
stopping to trace his gorgeous abs with my tongue as
he ran his fingers through my blond hair and moaned
Philip's name.

   I slowly worked my way back up his torso, covering
every inch of his stomach and chest with my mouth. I
worked my way up and kissed his throat softly, sucking
just enough to leave a mark. I ran my tongue slowly
along his shoulder and then down his muscular arm.

   One by one, I took each of his fingers into my
mouth and sucked on them for a few seconds, my eyes
locked on his as I did so. The desire in his eyes was
at a fever pitch as I released his thumb from my mouth
and then kissed my way back up his arm. He looked
surprised when I suddenly grabbed ahold of his arm and
raised it in the air. His surprise turned to a moan of
pure passion when I buried my face in his arm pit,
licking and sucking for all I was worth.

   I kissed my way across his chest and gave similar
treatment to the other pit. For some reason, I'd
always fantasized about burying my face in Austin's
bushy pits.

   I was contemplating my next move when Austin
suddenly sat up and started nibbling gently on my
earlobe. "I want to show you something you've probably
never even thought of," he whispered in my ear.

   I just nodded my head, wondering what it would be
that he thought innocent Philip hadn't even thought
of. "Lay back on the bed," Austin said, echoing my own
words from a few minutes before. I quickly complied
and had only one quick regret as I looked up at the
bare ceiling above me. It was too bad Austin wasn't
the type to have a mirror above his bed. As hot as it
was to be experiencing this, it would be even hotter
to look up and see Austin and Philip doing these
things to each other.

   Austin moved quickly downwards, stopping for a
moment to suck lightly on the head of my cock and give
my balls a quick lick. As his tongue moved it's way
down my balls and reached the sensitive area just
below them, I knew what he was up to.

   I gasped out loud as his tongue continued even
further down and ran along my crack. Before I even had
a chance to register the pleasure, Austin's tongue had
made it's way to my hole and was licking small circles
around it.

   "Oh, my God! Austin! Yeah!" I moaned. "You're
licking my asshole!" It was no act that I was enjoying
this, but I thought I should sound a little shocked,
too, since Austin expected me to be a total novice at
gay sex.

   I felt Austin blowing soft little puffs of warm
breath against my now wet hole and began to reach new
levels of bliss. Austin Reed was rimming me. Could
life get any better?

   "Oh, Austin!" I groaned as his tongue pushed it's
way inside of Philip's virgin ass. I began to writhe
around on the bed as Austin's hot, wet tongue worked
it's way in and out of my ass. It felt so incredible
and every time I looked down, Austin's eyes were
staring up at me, taking in my pleasure with rapt
attention.

   Without warning, I felt one of Austin's fingers
join his tongue and press slowly inside of me. "Oh,
yeah. Finger my ass!" I yelled, letting go of
everything but the pleasure I was feeling. No more
games, no more pretending. I wanted Austin inside of
me more than I'd ever wanted anything.

   Austin's tongue vanished, leaving my hole wet and
ready as he fingered me rapidly with first one and
then two fingers. Finally, he worked in a third and I
knew that I could take no more.

   "Fuck me, Austin. Please. I need you inside of me.
I need your cock in my ass. Please!" I begged
shamelessly, loving the sound of those word's coming
out of Philip's mouth.

   Austin didn't need to be asked twice. He raised my
legs up onto his shoulders, running his hands up and
down them for a few seconds appreciatively. I wondered
for a second if Austin was a leg man, but then all
wondering ceased as I felt the head of his cock
against my asshole.

   Austin had used a little saliva to wet his cock,
and my hole was still wet from his tongue job, but
when the head of his cock pushed into my ass, I felt a
searing pain. It was, after all, the first time
Philip's ass had been fucked. Austin moved slowly,
pushing himself in inch by inch while he continued to
rub my legs and made soothing noises.

   When he was finally all the way in, he held still
for awhile, letting me get used to it. My cock had
gone soft at the first rush of pain, but when Austin
finally began to move slowly in and out of my ass,
hitting my prostate each time like a pro, it was back
at full mast in no time.

   "Oh, yeah. Fuck me, Austin. Fuck me. Fuck me like
you fantasized about fucking Eric Brady. God, your
cock feels so good in me," I moaned, letting go with a
torrent of words. What can I say, I'm a talker! "Fuck
my ass. You're the champion, you're the man!"

   Austin's eyes were closed now as he pumped back and
forth, a look of ecstasy on his face, his chest
glistening with sweat, his hair damp from the workout
his body was getting.

   Opening his eyes a little, Austin reached down and
wrapped his strong hand around my dick and began
stroking it in time with his thrusts. With the sight
of this soap God above me, riding my ass, and the feel
of his hand wrapped around my dick while he gave
Philip's virgin prostate it's first workout, I
couldn't hold back any longer.

   "Oh, God, I'm going to-" I didn't even finish my
sentence as the orgasm ripped through my body and my
dick erupted. Hot cum landed on my chest and I felt
some of it hit the side of my face. I let out an
animalistic yell and tensed up as I came, which must
have pushed Austin over the edge.

   I watched as he released my dick and brought his
hand to his mouth, sucking some of my cum off of his
fingers as he came inside of me. I could feel his dick
pumping it's load into me and then he collapsed on top
of me, breathing heavily.

   We lay there, sweaty and spent, for several
minutes. I was running my fingers through his damp
hair and breathing in the musky scent of him and of
the sex we'd just had. I could have stayed like that
for hours, I think.

   "Oh, my God. Philip, what did we just do?" Austin
pulled out of me and sat up. Here we go, I thought
with a mental sigh.

   "Austin, don't freak out, okay? It was fantastic,"
I said, reaching out to touch his back.

   "Philip, it was wrong! We gave in to temptations.
We shouldn't have done this. It was wrong."

   "Austin, don't start. You know what? God wouldn't
give us these feelings if they were wrong. God wants
us to be happy, even if that means we like guys and
not girls, okay? God made us the way we are!"

   "But-"

   "No buts, Austin, okay? I'm sorry but I'm not going
to feel guilty for this. It was incredible and it was
right! I'm gay. That's how I was created and I'm not
going to pretend differently. Think about it, okay?"

   Austin nodded slowly, still looking uncertain. I
kissed his shoulder quickly and got off the bed. "I'm
going to take a quick shower, okay? We can talk some
more when I get out, if you want."

   I hopped into the shower and let the hot water rain
down on me, feeling as relaxed and satisfied as I'd
ever felt in my life.

   Shutting the shower off, I dried off quickly and
went out with a white cotton towel wrapped around my
waist.

  "Austin?" I called out for him as I began gathering
up my clothes. It took me a minute to find my shirt,
but I finally spotted it just inside the kitchen.

   That's when I spotted Austin's note on the fridge.
He'd gone for a walk, had a lot of thinking to do, and
he'd call me tomorrow.

   I got dressed right there in the living room and
wrote a quick note to Austin, telling him again what a
wonderful time I'd had.

   On my way out, I passed Sami Brady in the hallway
and smiled. If only she knew!


   Stay Tuned! You're probably wondering where the
kinky guy was, right? Well, I'm putting that off for a
chapter or two. But it's coming! As are plenty of hot
Salem guys! :) Write me with suggestions, comments,
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