Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 18:56:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcome to Salem, part 6

  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.


   I opened my eyes slowly. The bed was warm and
comfortable and I felt like snuggling down under the
covers and staying asleep all day long.

   I closed my eyes again, then opened them slowly and
let them travel around the now familiar room. Philip's
room. My room.

   A smile spread across my face. It was a brand new
day in Salem, and I was still here. I was still Philip
Kiriakis.

   I stretched my arms above my head, a small groan of
happiness escaping my lips. I let my mind wander back
over the events of the day before. I'd given Jason a
blow job, right here in this very room. And then I'd
seduced Austin Reed into a very satisfying sexual
encounter at his apartment. In fact, I could almost
still feel his cock inside of me this morning, I
realized.

   And now, it was a whole new day. I wondered what it
would bring for me. If I had my way, there'd be a few
more hotties falling under my spell before it was
over.

   Strange. I'd never felt this manipulative in my
real life. Maybe there was something in the air here
in Salem that had this affect on certain people! If I
wasn't careful, I'd soon find myself locking people up
in secret rooms or burying them alive!

   At least I wouldn't have to resort to drugging
anyone to get them into bed! I smiled again at the
thought of passing Sami Brady the night before, right
after the hot fuck I'd had with the man she'd been
after for years.

   A knock on the door broke into my thoughts. "Yes?"
I called out, already getting used to the sound of
Philip's voice coming out of my mouth.

   "Will you be taking breakfast this morning, Master
Philip?" Henderson called from the other side of the
closed door.

   "Yeah. Tell cook to prepare my usual," I shouted
back. "I'm going to need my strength today!"

                  ~~~~~~~~~~

   The day at Salem High flew by. Classes were a piece
of cake and I was able to spend most of my time
thinking about what my next move would be. Or, I
should say, who my next move would be.

   Jason avoided me like the plague, I noticed with
amusement. It probably didn't help that every time I
caught his eye across a crowded hall way, in a
classroom, or even in the locker room after gym, I
gratuitously licked my lips as a not too subtle
reminder of our encounter the day before.

   I somehow also managed to avoid the whole Chloe
situation. I wasn't sure what to do there. I didn't
want to break her heart or anything, but there was no
way I was playing the dutiful boyfriend. I had too
much else I wanted to do, all involving the hot men of
Salem.

   The high point of the school day had come when
Shawn Brady asked me if I wanted to shoot some hoops
after school. The thought of getting up close and
personal with him made me agree instantly, even though
it meant putting my plans for a certain other Salem
hunk on hold for awhile.

   "Phil, are you ready to get your butt kicked?"
Shawn called out to me as I walked onto the outdoor
court I'd seen on the show a few times recently.

   "In your dreams, Brady!" I laughed, figuring it was
something Philip would say.

   "We'll see," Shawn smiled that sexy smile and I
felt the back of my knees go weak once again. Being
close to him always seemed to have that affect on me.
It was strange. With the other guys I'd met in Salem
so far, I felt like I had control. But with Shawn, it
was like I was a schoolgirl with a crush on her
favorite Backstreet Boy or something.

   Looking at Shawn, I caught my breath suddenly. He
was taking off his shirt. It was a pretty hot
afternoon, after all. But somehow, I hadn't expected
to be this lucky. I watched, my mouth probably hanging
open, as he pulled his t-shirt over his head,
revealing the sexy smooth body that was begining to
show real defintion.

   "Phil? Hello?" Shawn waved a hand in front of my
face. "What's wrong?"

   "Nothing!" I shook my head, trying to get it
together. I had to play this cool. Why couldn't I be
as smooth around Shawn as I was with Austin last
night?

   "Well are we going to play, or what?" Shawn asked.
I nodded quickly and pulled my own shirt over my head,
automatically comparing my new body with Shawn's. I
had to admit, while Philip had an incredible bod,
Shawn's looked a little more toned in all the right
places.

   We started the game of one on one. Every time I
tried to make a shot, Shawn blocked me and stole the
ball. It was impossible to concentrate on my game when
the feel of his warm, naked skin pressed against my
own was all that my body could focus on.

   We played for awhile, the hot sun bearing down on
us the whole time. We were both sweating and breathing
hard. I realized for the first time what an incredibly
sexy sport basketball can be as I tried to make a jump
shot and Shawn jumped up directly in front of me to
block it, our damp chests meeting in mid air. The
feeling was electrifying.

  I could feel my cock getting hard inside my shorts.
For a few seconds, I tried to will it down mentally,
but then it hit me. Why not let Shawn feel the affect
he was having on me? It could give me the opening I
needed with him.

   I threw myself into the game then, making sure my
body touched Shawn's at every opportunity. After a few
minutes, the bulge in my shorts was almost painfully
at full mast, but Shawn still hadn't seemed to notice.

   And then, it happened. I was dribbling the ball,
inching ever closer to the hoop. Shawn, standing
behind me, reached around my waist suddenly to try and
steal the ball. His hand came into direct contact with
the hard bulge that was tenting the front of my
shorts. I gasped and shuddered in pleasure at the
sudden touch. I heard Shawn gasp in surprise behind
me, his breath hot on the back of my neck.

   For a few seconds, it seemed we were suspended in
time. Shawn was still behind me, his body pressed
close to mine. The ball had fallen from my hands and
rolled to the side, but I no longer cared about it.
Never had, in fact.

   I turned around slowly to face Shawn. He was
looking at me with a mixture of shock and embarrasment
on his face and I noticed his eyes dart downward for a
second, as if to confirm that he'd touched what he
thought he had.

   "I.... um..." Shawn stammered a little. He looked
so incredibly sexy when he was at a loss for words! I
said nothing, just looked into his eyes and waited.

   "Sorry, man. Look, don't be embarrased. It happens.
They've got mind of their own sometimes, I know. Why
don't we finish this another time, okay? I'm supposed
to meet Belle at Dot Com, anyway," Shawn slapped my
arm lightly and turned around. He went to the side of
the court and grabbed his T-shirt off the ground.

   I felt a sense of loss as he pulled it over his
head and then turned to face me again. "Really, Phil,
don't worry. I won't say anything. We don't even have
to talk about it ever again, okay?"

   Shawn thought I was humiliated. I guess that would
seem a normal reaction to him. Little did he know that
he was the cause of this hard on and that I'd very
much like him to touch it again!

   But he was already slipping his backpack on. The
game was over, the opportunity was over. But another
one would present itself, I was sure of that.

   "Thanks, Shawn. We'll talk later, okay?" I said. He
nodded and turned to go.

   "Oh, and just remember, I was totally kicking your
butt!" Shawn called back over his shoulder. I smiled,
in spite of myself.

  I watched him walk out of sight and then sighed. It
seemed I'd have to work much harder to get into Shawn
Brady's pants. But then, he'd probably be more than
worth it.

   "Do you have a permit for that thing?" the voice,
directly in my ear, practically caused me to jump out
of my skin. I whirled around quickly and found myself
looking once again into the smug face of Brady Black.

   "Brady!" I yelled, pissed at being taken by
surprise by him once again.

   "C'mon, Uncle Phil. Answer the question. Do you
have a concealed weapons permit for that thing?" Brady
nodded his head in the direction of my shorts. My
erection had faded some, but it was still causing a
pretty obvious tent.

   "Fuck off," I said, trying to regain composure.

   "Pretty words for such a pretty boy!" Brady
laughed. "So, did you enjoy your little man on man
contact sport with Shawn?"

   "What, were you spying on me?" I asked, anger
flaring up again.

   "Hey, it's a public court. You know, I didn't
completely believe you last night. I thought you were
just winding me up. But after watching you falling all
over Shawn like that, I guess you were telling the
truth," Brady said.

   "So what? Do you have a point?" I asked, walking
over to grab my own shirt from the ground.

   "Just that I can't believe my Uncle Phil is a
fairy!" Brady sneered.

   "Brady, I have news for you. However many cocks I
suck, however many times I take it up the ass, I'll
always be more of a man than you can ever dream of
being."

   Brady stared at me, his mouth hanging open and his
eyes wide. Then, almost as if someone had hit a
switch, his face darkened. He stepped forward and
grabbed me by the arms before I had a chance to defend
myself in any way.

   "Don't you talk to me like that! I'm all man. All
man! Do you hear me?" Brady's words were quiet enough,
but the feeling behind them was obviously intense. His
grip on my arms was painful.

   Our faces were only inches apart as he held me and
I could feel the intensity of his anger. I suddenly
wondered if he brought as much intensity to everything
his did. Would he fuck with as much passion?

   Before I could think twice about it, I leaned
forward and brought my mouth to his. I could feel his
surprise and I slipped my tongue into his mouth and
flicked it lightly against his own.

   I pulled back after a few seconds and looked into
his eyes, wondering what I'd find there. They were
unreadable, though. We stared at each other for what
seemed an eternity, and I had no clue what was going
on in his mind. His grip on my arms hadn't loosened.
There was nothing I could do but stare into his eyes
and wait.

   Just when I thought I could take it not longer,
Brady suddenly moved forward with passion and brought
his mouth to mine. His tongue was hot and wild as it
sought out every inch of my mouth. He was still
holding my arms, so I was denied my desire to run my
hands all over his body while we kissed and to feel
his hands on my body. But he did press himself into me
and I could feel his growing erection against my own.

   He pulled back suddenly, leaving me wanting much
more. He let go of one of my arms, but kept his grip
firm on the other. We were both breathing hard, trying
to catch our breath from the kiss. Brady's eyes were
flickering with anger and passion and I felt a wave of
desire for him as intense as anything I'd ever felt in
my life.

   "I'll show you who's a man," Brady said. I gasped
as he pulled me roughly by the arm across the court.
There was a group of bushes off to one side and Brady
pulled me into them and pushed me down on the ground.
The enclosure was very private, with an excellent view
of the court. I realized that Brady must have been
watching Shawn and I from there.

   "Take off your shorts!" Brady ordered as he
stripped off his shirt, revealing his smooth, muscular
upper body. I did as he said, pulling off the shorts
and boxers beneath them. It was strangely thrilling to
find myself naked in public, even in this secluded
area.

   I started stroking my cock as I watched Brady strip
out of his jeans. He wore white briefs underneath them
and I gasped at the size of the bulge in them. It
looked huge.

   I didn't have much time to wonder, though. Brady
pulled his briefs off so quickly that they tore. He
tossed them aside, not caring. I had a brief view of a
curly bush of blondish brown pubic hair and a massive
pole that had to be a good eight inches, if not more,
before he was on top of me again.

   Brady stuck his tongue in my mouth again as his
fingers began pinching my nipples roughly. I moaned
back into his mouth, amazed at how turned on I was.

   One of Brady's hands began to roughly stroke my
cock, squeezing it tightly. I felt myself getting
dangerously close to cumming.

   Brady pulled back and looked down at me, his chest
still heaving up and down and the anger still as
present in his eyes and face as the passion.

   "I'm going to show you who's a man, Uncle Phil,"
Brady said. I felt the head of his cock pressing
against my ass and knew what was coming next. I
moaned, wanting this more than I would have thought
possible.

   "Fuck me Brady. Fuck me," I moaned. He sneered down
at me, as if amused by my need.

   The head of his cock slipped inside me and I
gasped. There was no lube, but somehow that made it
even hotter. Brady groaned as he slipped even further
inside my tight ass and I wrapped my legs around his
butt, pulling him in more.

 He began to pound in and out, anger in every stroke.
It was fast, furious, and filled with an odd rage, but
it was the most intense fuck I'd ever had in my life.

   "Oh, oh God! Yes! Brady, fuck me!" I moaned.

   "Say it, Phil! Say I'm the man!" Brady ordered me.
I said nothing, just continued to moan and whimper as
he rode my ass.

   My silence seemed to spur him on. He began to pound
in and out of me with even more fury and started
pinching my nipples again with one hand, while he held
himself up with the other.

   "Brady! Oh fuck! Brady..... you're..... yeah! oh,
god!," I groaned, feeling myself drawing towards
something powerful. "You're a man, Brady! You're a
real man. Fuck me! Fuck me like a real man fucks his
woman!"

   My own words, coupled with Brady's angry fucking,
sent me over the edge. The orgasm was so intense that
I didn't even really noticed the fact that my cock was
shooting cum all over my stomach and chest. It was
like I was above it all, riding a way of pure
pleasure.

   "Yeah! Cum for me, Philly. Cum for me, bitch."
Brady groaned. I was slowly floating downwards from my
own explosion when he suddenly pulled his cock out of
my ass and moved forward quickly. He straddled my
shoulders and directed his cock at my face, stroking
furiously.

   I groaned and opened my mouth as the first shot of
hot cum hit my cheek. I raised my head slightly off
the ground and tried to catch as much of Brady's cum
in my mouth as I could as he continued to pump a huge
load onto my face and in my hair. I swallowed what I
could catch greedily.

   Brady collapsed next to me on the ground and we
both tried to catch our breath. We were both sweaty
and I had drying cum on my face and in my hair, as
well as all over my stomach, but I felt incredible.

   I rolled over and kissed Brady lightly on the
shoulder. He rolled his head in my direction and
stared at me. I stared back, wondering what he was
thinking. When he wasn't caught up in an extream
emotion, he was hard to read.

   Finally, he broke eye contact and sat up. He began
reaching for his clothes. I watched as he pulled on
his jeans and shirt, leaving the torn underware laying
off to the side.

   When he was dressed, he looked at me again but said
nothing. I just looked back, not sure what to say.
After sharing something that intense, what was there
to be said?

   "See you around, Uncle Phil," Brady said, his voice
netural. He turned and left the enclosure. I fell back
onto my back and sighed, looking up at the parts of
the sky barely visible through the bushes.

   I'd never been that subservient in sex before. I
always played a more active role. Somehow, though, the
experience had been hotter than anything that had ever
happened to me, either as Philip or my real self. It
was beyond incredible.

                   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   I managed to get out of the bushes and into one of
the park's public restrooms without being seen, where
I cleaned up enough to be able to get home.

   I took a quick shower and then collapsed back onto
my bed, where this whole day had started. I'd
certainly never expected anything like this when I
woke up! My ass was feeling very sore, but it had been
more than worth it.

   I must have dozed off for awhile, because when my
cell phone rang, I jumped awake with a start. For a
second, I had no clue where I was. Then it all came
back and I rolled over to the bedside table and
grabbed the cell phone, a staple for any Salemite.

   "Hello?"

   "Philip?" A familiar voice sounded in my ear.

   "Yeah?"

   "I saw you, Philip. I saw what you did with Brady
in the park!"



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