DAYS OF OUR LIVES 10
"Days of Our Lives" is the property of Corday Productions and Sony Pictures Television. This story contains graphic depictions of male/male sexual situations. If you are not of legal age in your area to view such content, please exit immediately. The following story is not intended to imply anything about the actors who portray these characters.
Months had passed, and Will Horton couldn't believe how much his life had changed. He had broken up with his girlfriend, caught his mother cheating on her husband with E.J. DiMera, tried to blackmail E.J. and then gotten a job working for him, shared a kiss with a random guy during a drunken night out, and finally told his grandma, Marlena, that he might be gay. Will felt like his life was out of control, even though he was leaving in a sweet apartment that E.J. was paying for and driving a sick car that E.J. was also paying for.
Will found his thoughts wandering to E.J. a lot these days. Not that it took much - he saw E.J. just about every day, and he always wore those damn fitted suit pants that perfectly showed off his bubble ass. Will was almost always a little hard in his pants when around his former stepfather. Now, alone in his queen-sized bed in his impressive apartment with the moonlight spilling in through the window, Will couldn't fall asleep without E.J.'s image floating across his mind.
With a deep inhale, Will slipped his hand under the covers and felt his stiffening cock through his boxer shorts. Lately, he felt like he could cum 50 times a day, and it still wouldn't be enough. There had been so much hot stuff going on in his life lately. First there was his hot, surprising hookup with Dario Hernandez. Then came his encounter with Rafe - or, really, that time the Rafe impersonator fucked Will in the shower, and then the time he started sucking Rafe's cock, not realizing there had been a switch. One night months later, WIll let himself go out with Sonny's friends - gay friends - and made out with a guy named Neil. He was so freaked out that he broke it off, but he had felt their stiff dicks slamming against one another as they kissed, and he often wondered if he should have let it go further.
But tonight, as he slipped his hand inside his boxers, Will's mind went back to E.J. Tall, suave, British E.J. DiMera, who so clearly knew the truth about Will's sexuality. Sometimes Will could swear E.J. was taunting him, even egging him on. He'd touch Will in a certain way, making unnecessary contact or pulling him close. He lingered over Will's desk, mere inches from the blond young Horton, his manly scent going straight to Will's groin. Sometimes Will imagined that, on a late night of work, Mayor DiMera would be desperate for release, throw back a few glasses of scotch, and put Will to work on the task he really wanted to tackle.
Will was stroking himself now. He imagined E.J. must have a big dick, given the overly confident swagger he always projected. He had never been able to catch a glimpse of it -
Just like that, there was the image of E.J.'s two meaty, perfect ass cheeks, pumping up and down right before Will's eyes. It was a scene Will knew well: E.J. thrusting on top of Will's mother on that couch in the DiMera mansion. The sex looked sweaty and spontaneous and angry. Will knew it was dirty and wrong to picture this, but that made it even hotter, somehow. If only he could have been the one underneath E.J., taking in that perfect British cock -
With a start, Will's whole body shuddered. Cum spattered his toned abs, coated his hand, and dripped down into his trimmed, dark blond pubic hair. He lay there in his bed, panting and sweaty, wondering if he would ever get to experience E.J. in the flesh.
Sonny Kiriakis was learning that there was nothing easy about being a business owner. Ever since he had opened his coffee house, Common Grounds, Sonny was always worn out. Between dealing with customers and deliveries and bookkeeping and a thousand other things, he hardly had any time to himself. He had gotten out of the routine of working out in recent months, and he hated what it was doing to his body. He felt tired and out-of-shape.
That's why Sonny was one of the few patrons in the gym at almost 10 p.m. that night. He was determined to get back into a workout routine, exhausted or not. The only other people there were two women, probably Salem U students, using side-by-side treadmills, and a middle-aged man using weights. Sonny wrapped up his circuit of weight machines and made his way to the men's locker room, which was predictably empty.
He started a shower, and the beating of the water against the tile floor echoed through the hollow, open space. The locker room had individual shower stalls with white curtains that were so thin that they might as well not have been there at all. While the shower warmed up, Sonny stripped naked, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stashed his clothes in a locker. He was making his way back to the shower when he heard the locker room door open.
Sonny continued to the shower and stepped inside the stall, but as he was about to strip off his towel and close the curtain, he caught a glimpse of the gym patron who had just walked in. Dr. Daniel Jonas was in his mid-forties but had a body that men half his age would kill for. His pecs and biceps bulged enticingly beneath the sweater he was wearing.
Daniel set down his gym bag on a bench in the middle of the locker room. Sonny pulled the shower curtain closed but could easily see around its edge - and for that he was very thankful. Daniel kicked off his shoes and then stripped off his sweater, revealing an impossibly taut, flat stomach and a torso covered in dark brown hair. Next he stepped out of his jeans. He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that clung tightly to his thick thighs and firm ass.
Inside the shower stall, Sonny removed his towel. His dick was already at half-mast; the sight of Daniel giving him a private strip show (even unknowingly) was sending blood straight to Sonny's cock. He threw the towel over the side of the shower stall and gave his chubby a few tugs.
Daniel pulled a t-shirt and shorts from the gym bag. Sonny expected him to put them on for his workout, thereby ending the peep show he was giving Sonny, but then something surprising happened: Daniel reached back into the bag and pulled out a white jockstrap.
"No way," Sonny muttered under his breath. His dick rose to its full six inches, and he tweaked its fat head with his fingertips. His heart was pounding as he awaited what had to be coming. And sure enough, Daniel wriggled out of those boxer briefs. Sonny's hand clamped around his dick as he saw Daniel's muscular ass - which was covered in a dusting of hair. Then, when Daniel lifted his leg to slip on the jockstrap, was his pride and joy, on display for Sonny to see. It was probably four or five inches soft, not monstrous but very promising, and it was surrounded by a dark thatch of brown hair that appeared to have been trimmed.
As he slid his hand up and down his dick, Sonny felt like a perv, but he also didn't care. Daniel was an honorary Kiriakis man, by virtue of being the godson of Sonny's great-uncle, Victor, and he was also one of the hottest studs in Salem. Sonny never thought he would get to see what the sexy doctor was packing inside his pants. He decided that this was too hot to pass up and began flogging his hard dong in earnest.
Daniel pulled the jockstrap up, and the sight was almost sexier to Sonny than actually seeing the man naked. The garment perfectly framed Daniel's exposed, tan, hard flutes, and when he turned around, his package was perfectly cupped inside the pristine white jock. Sonny let his mind travel to fantasy land and wondered what might happen if he revealed himself and offered the busy, single doctor some much-needed relief tonight. He would cup Daniel's ass and let his fingers wander to his hairy holeÉ he would slide the jock down and take Daniel's still-flaccid cock between his lips, feeling it grow thick and hard inside the warmth of Sonny's mouth. . . he would massage the older man's rock-hard piece until it exploded, leaving Sonny to drink down the heavy volleys of doctor jizz.
The fantasy blowjob put Sonny over the edge, and he felt the head of his dick flare and then fire one, two, three jets of cum against the shower wall. Another two spurts popped out, coating his hand and dripping to the shower floor. Sonny leaned his head against the wall to catch his breath.
Moments later, he glanced back out into the locker room. Daniel had slipped into his shorts and t-shirt and was tying his sneakers. Sonny watched out of the side of his eye as Daniel tossed his belongings into a locker and headed out to the gym floor. Sonny stood dazed beneath the shower's stream, lazily stroking his slowly deflating cock. He was unable to wipe a devious grin from his face. That was a pretty pervy thing to have done, jacking off to a straight man - practically a relative - changing for a workout. And he hoped he had the chance to do it again.
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