***This story is a work of fiction based characters in the television series "Days Of Our Lives." It is not meant to imply the true sexual behavior of the actors playing these characters, or the characters themselves. The show and characters are trademarks of and copyright Corday Productions Inc., in association with Columbia Pictures Television.
This story contains scenes of a sexual nature involving a fictitious minor character with grown men. If this offends you, then don't read it. If you're under 18, you probably shouldn't read it either!
"Days Of Our Summer, Part Two" by rychard on march 6, 2001
Shawn Brady laid on his bed, wearing a wife-beater and sweats. His mind drifted back on the encounter he had with Brandon Walker at Salem Place earlier that day that led to the two of them mutually jerking each other off in the ex-boxer's apartment.
He still couldn't believe that the whole experience hadn't been a dream. He actually had one of the hottest guys in Salem's dick in his hands and tasted his cum.
Just thinking of the whole thing made him hard again. After all, he was a sixteen year old, closeted gay guy, and it didn't take much to turn him on, let alone his first somewhat gay experience.
It was almost nine o'clock at night, and his parents were still out. His mom, Hope had called earlier, and said that she and the baby were going to be having dinner at her Grandma's house with her parents Doug and Julie and her newly returned cousin Jennifer Horton. His father Bo was at work at the cop station. He was probably working on some way to get the town's master of crime Stefano DiMera into jail.
Having the house to himself was a rarity. He thought about calling Brandon Walker over, but decided he didn't want to come off as too desperate, besides, Brandon was straight. What they had shared earlier in the day was just two dudes getting each other off. That was it. Or was it??
Shawn decided he needed to jerk off to get all these thoughts out of his system. Without bothering to undress, he pulled his sweats down a bit, releasing his hard six-and-a-half inch cock. Immediately, he started rapidly stroking. His mind filled with images of Brandon's huge dick. He remembered touching and stroking it, and pinching his nipples, and tasting his cum.....
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
Shawn let out a load of cum.
He looked at the clock.
"Fifteen seconds...a new record."
Shawn smiled as wiped up the cum with a nearby rag, and put his softening prick back in his sweats.
Bo Brady, Shawn's father, was driving home after a long day of paperwork at the cop-shop. In the past, he would've dreaded a day that consisted of nothing more than holding a pen, but since the department seemed to give him weeks of paid time off whenever he wanted it, he was in no position to complain.
As he drove, his mind drifted to his "son", John Thomas. Knowing that he was raising another man's baby was driving him crazy. He knew that his wife, Hope, wasn't to blame. She had been brainwashed by Stefano DiMera into thinking she was Princess Gina and had slept with someone else, resulting in John Thomas, or J.T. as everyone called him.
All of this was too much for Bo to handle, so he switched his thoughts to his real son, Shawn. Of course, thoughts of Shawn weren't that pleasant, either. It had been apparent to Bo recently that Shawn seemed to be disinterested in girls. Sure, he hung around Belle Black a lot, but Shawn vehemently denied any attraction to her.
The thought loomed in the back of Bo's mind: " Could my son be gay?"
Bo decided that he needed to stop at the Blue Note Bar for a beer before going home.
At the Blue Note, Brandon Walker was sitting at the bar, downing a mug of beer. He was drowning his sorrows over not having Sami Brady as his girlfriend, and thinking back on his jack-off session with Shawn earlier in the day. What a day!
Bo Brady walked into the bar, sitting on the stool next to Brandon. Neither guy noticed each other.
"One beer, please," Bo said to the bartender.
Brandon looked over at Bo, and nearly shit his pants. Bo must've found out that Brandon had touched his son! Damn, Shawn's only sixteen, and Bo's a cop, I'm a dead man.
Brandon quickly turned away and prepared to stand up before Bo stopped him. Bo smelled Brandon's after-shave.
"Brandon?"
Brandon turned to him, preparing to punch him out and run away.
"Yeah?"
Bo smiled. "I thought that was you. What's up, man?"
Relief flooded through Brandon's body. Bo was clueless towards Shawn's and his "activities."
"Nothings up," Brandon replied. "Just enjoying a brew."
"Yep, me too."
Brandon looked over at Bo, noticing the resemblance between the cop and his son. Bo noticed Brandon staring at him.
"What do you want," Bo asked.
"Nothing, sorry, I'm just--I don't know---wasted."
"Maybe you should go home."
"Yeah, maybe," Brandon replied.
"But you're not driving in that condition. Let me give you a drive home." The cop in Bo was taking over.
Brandon knew he was walking a fine line, but didn't want to appear too suspicious. "Sure, thanks."
"Alright," Bo began, "let me just finish this one beer."
"Alright."
Eleven-thirty P.M.
Bo Brady walked into his house to find his son Shawn sitting on the couch watching Nick-At-Nite. "Facts Of Life.," of course.
Shawn looked up at his dad.
"What took you so long, Dad. I was getting worried."
"Oh," Bo began, "I stopped at the bar and ran into Brandon Walker."
Shawn tensed up.
"Br-Brandon Walker?"
"Yeah, you know, Nicole Walker's brother? Anyway, he was drunk, so I gave him a lift home."
"That's all?"
"Of course that's all. What else would happen?"
"Nothing." Shawn realized he needed to get out of the room before he said too much.
"Is your Mom home?"
"Nope, she called and said she was gonna go watch a movie with Jennifer." Shawn got up and headed towards the stairs. "I'm gonna go to bed, Dad."
"Hey!"
Shawn stopped dead in his tracks. "What?"
"Are you too big to give your old man a goodnight hug, sailor-man?"
Shawn sighed and hugged his dad.
As Bo held his son in his arms, he noticed a familiar smell.
"Hey, son, you and Brandon wear the same after-shave."
Shawn tensed up again, letting go of his father and heading up the stairs.
The next morning, Shawn woke up with his usual morning wood. Lazily, he looked over at the clock and saw that it was eleven-fifteen a.m. He glanced over at his calendar and saw that he had marked today with a red circle.
Suddenly, it dawned on him: he had a doctor's appointment at noon!!
He jumped outta bed, his erection poking through his sweats.
"Damn it - not now!!"
Shawn rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. This would have to be one of those morning where a perfectly good erection would go to waste under the stream of a cold shower.
He quickly undressed and glanced over his body in the mirror. He knew that there were plenty of girls at Salem High who would love to see him like this. His smooth, tan body was at that stage where his muscles were still developing, and in a few years, he would be one of the sexiest men to ever grace the streets of Salem, USA.
But there was no time to think of any of that now. He quickly hopped into the ice cold shower and his six-and-a-half-inch boner was quickly deflated.
At University Hospital, Dr. Craig Wesley was looking over his list of patients for the day. At the top of the list was Shawn Brady. He was scheduled for a complete physical. Craig knew that Shawn was a friend of his wife's daughter, Chloe, and had met him a few times when Shawn's mom was having problems with her newborn baby. Shawn was a handsome young man, and somewhat resembled what Craig looked like when he was sixteen.
Craig was now in his late-thirties, but he hadn't lost his looks. He stood tall at 6'2" and was built with a muscular body. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and a perpetual smirk that rested across his face. He knew he could get away with anything at the hospital, after all, he was the chief-of-staff, and had a sordid past of lying, scheming, and manipulating to get where he was in life.
The only thing that Craig wasn't succeeding at right now was his sex life. He had been married to Nancy Wesley since they graduated high school, and had always had been satisfied in the sex department, even if she wasn't by societies standards gorgeous. But lately, Nancy had been so busy trying to mend to her daughter's needs, that she had forgotten all about him. It had been six months since he'd seen any action. He'd been having to rely on his right hand for company lately. And more often that not, his thoughts drifted back to the days when he was in medical school, when he and his male dorm-mates would engage in their own private games of "playing doctor."
But that was in the past, and besides, everyone experiments in college. He was a happily married man now, with a great job, a great family...and the only way he could get off these days was to think of young guys. If Nancy ever found out--
"Dr. Wesley," his nurse said to him over the intercom, "your noon appointment is here."
"I'll be there in a couple of minutes." Craig looked down at his crotch, and saw that he was rock-solid hard. "Damn. Time for a quickie."
Shawn sat in the waiting area of the hospital. He'd been in this place much too often in the past year: first, his new baby brother was born with alcohol-related problems, then his best friend Belle had almost been ran over by a train, then in Paris, he was involved in a terrorist attack on the Princess Greta. Hospitals were becoming like a second home to him.
Dr. Craig was taking a while to come out and see him, so he decided to pour himself a cup of coffee to help wake himself up. As he headed to the coffee maker he saw another man in a doctor's coat pouring himself a cup. As the man turned around, Shawn saw that it was Brandon Walker.
That's right, Shawn thought, he works here at the hospital in the children's ward. How could I forget?!
Brandon smiled at Shawn and was about to approach him, when Dr. Craig walked over.
"Shawn," Craig said, "I can see you now."
"Okay." Shawn smiled and followed Craig into his office. He looked over his shoulder and saw that Brandon was watching him walk away.
Craig noticed the bright grin across Shawn's face.
"Why are you so happy? Most people hate going to the doctor."
"Oh," Shawn stumbled, "I, uh, was just thinking what a beautiful day it is."
"Right." Craig sat in his chair on wheels and motioned for Shawn to sit on exam table. Craig pulled out a paper hospital gown and handed it to Shawn. "Put this on."
Shawn's cheeks blushed. "You want me to change right now?"
Craig laughed, trying to ease the boy's tension. "I can leave if you want, but you're in here for a physical, and I'm gonna be seeing everything as it is anyway."
"Yeah, that's right." Shawn unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing his toned chest.
Craig was reading over some notes in Shawn's file, but couldn't help sneak a peak at Shawn's body. Again, Shawn reminded him of how he was at sixteen.
Shawn stood up to let his pants down. He was now standing in his plaid boxers.
"Dr. Wesley," Shawn began, "the boxers, too?"
"Yep."
Shawn nodded and turned away from the doctor, dropping his boxers. With his back to him, Craig took full advantage of seeing the young man's ass. It was round, firm, and smooth. It took his full restraint not to get up and grab it.
Shawn put on the hospital gown and turned around, sitting on the exam table.
Craig put on his stethoscope on and wheeled himself over to Shawn.
"Okay, first, I'm just gonna get your pulse, okay?"
"Sure."
Craig leaned into Shawn, and with his left hand, held the stethoscope up to Shawn's chest. He leaned in closer, and put his right arm around Shawn's back, resting his hand on Shawn's bare back.
The feeling of Craig's hand on his back send shivers through Shawn's body. He knew his heartbeat was increasing, and hoped the doctor wouldn't think he was in serious medical trouble.
Craig leaned back. "Everything seems fine there." Craig made some notes in the Shawn's file. "Now, it's been a while since you've had a hernia check. Do you know what that is?"
Shawn's cheeks grew red. "That's, uh, where you hold my bal--testicles, and have me cough.
"That's right, " Craig nodded. "Let me just put on a glove while you disrobe."
"Okay." Shawn knew it would be mega-embarrassing to pop a boner while being handled by his male doctor, so he had to fix his mind of the most unsexy things he could think of.
Dead animals, Barbara Streisand, vomit...
Shawn took off his gown, standing naked in Craig's office.
Craig put on a glove and walked over to the naked Shawn. This young man was beautiful, he thought. Extremely handsome and sexy. And he was going to be able to touch his balls in a matter of seconds.
Craig sat in his chair in front of Shawn.
"Okay, now this might feel cold."
"Okay," Shawn said absently, still concentrating on unsexy things.
Michael Jackson, girls in general, Alice Horton...
Craig put his gloved hand under Shawn's balls, and gently grabbed them.
Shawn let out a small sigh.
"Oh my God," Craig thought, "he likes this."
Craig tightened his grip on the young man's balls and told Shawn to cough.
Shawn did as he was told, while still trying to concentrate on anything other than sex. As he looked around the office trying to find something else to think of, he saw a schedule laying on Craig's desk. It had a list of employees and their scheduled breaks and lunch hours. At the top of the list was Brandon Walker's name.
Shawn thought back to his experience with Brandon yesterday, and how they jacked each other off, and how he tasted Brandon's cum from his own hand...
"Uh-oh," Shawn thought, as he realized he had grown an erection.
Craig looked at Shawn's boner, reveling in the sight of it.
"Don't worry, Shawn, it happens to all the guys your age."
That didn't make Shawn feel any better.
"I'm all done here," Craig began, "but if you want..." He stopped himself. What was he thinking, about to offer to help Shawn out with his erection.
Shawn picked up on where Craig was headed with that statement, and looked him directly in the eyes. "If I want what?"
Craig was impressed by the balls on this kid. "If you want, I can...do this."
Craig grabbed a hold of Shawn's dick and began stroking it.
"Ohhhhh, that feels so good, doctor."
Shawn closed his eyes, not believing that he was having yet another hunk of Salem jack him off.
Craig increased the speed of his strokes, causing Shawn let out uncontrolled sighs.
"You like that, Shawn?"
"Oh yeah, Craig...stroke me, doctor."
Craig's mouth watered to taste the boy's dick. And he knew he could get away with it. This boy was puddy in his hands. Craig let go of Shawn's dick.
"What's wrong?" Shawn was afraid Craig had come to his senses and was gonna kick him out of the office.
"Nothing's wrong," Craig began, "I just thought you'd like this better."
With that, Craig leaned in, and swallowed Shawn's cock whole.
"Uhhh," Shawn let out in a high-pitched squeal of delight. He had to rest his arms on the exam table, or else he'd collapse from the pleasure.
"My first blow job," he thought.
Craig licked the head of Shawn's dick, causing the boy to moan and groan even more. He placed his hands around Shawn's back, and grabbed hold of the kid's butt-cheeks. He pushed Shawn's crotch towards his face.
Shawn got the hint and began to face-fuck Dr. Wesley. He put his left hand on top of Craig's head and pinched his own nipples with his right hand.
"Oh yeah, suck my dick, doctor," Shawn said, stealing a line right out of his favorite porn movie at home. "Harder, suck it harder."
Craig was pleased that Shawn was getting into this, and began licking and sucking even more, harder and harder as Shawn continued to face-fuck him.
Shawn felt he was going to cum soon and placed both his hands around Craig's neck. "I'm gonna cum."
Shawn expected Craig to move away, but he stayed there, with his mouth wrapped around his dick.
Shawn got the message loud and clear and his body began to buckle as he shot load after load in Craig's willing mouth.
"Oh man...yeah, that's it."
Craig swallowed all this boy had to offer
Soon, Shawn was done cumming, and Craig stood up, smiling.
"Wow," said Shawn, "that was incredible."
"No," began Craig, "you are incredible."
With that Craig pulled Shawn close to him and kissed him, hard on the lips. Shawn was not expecting this, but gave into the feeling. Craig plied Shawn's mouth opened, and their tongues met.
Shawn could still taste his own cum in Craig's mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity, Craig pulled away from Shawn.
"Well, son," Craig said to his patient, "we're definetely gonna have to set-up a follow up appointment."
Shawn smiled, then a thought hit him. "Well, what about you? Don't you want to get off?"
Craig laughed at the boy's willingness. "Don't worry. My next patient will take care of that. Now, you just get dressed and go down to the lab for some blood tests."
Shawn smiled, pulling his clothes back on.
"Who's your next patient?"
"Now that's confidential."
Shawn left Craig's office and headed towards the elevator. Just as he was about to press the "Down" button, the doors opened, revealing Jason.
Jason was a kid Shawn knew from school and didn't like very much. Jason was always into making trouble along with his girlfriend Jan. But being the polite guy that he was, Shawn nodded at Jason, smiling.
"What's up, Jason?"
"Nuthin. Just here to see Dr. Wesley. I have an appointment for a physical."
Shawn smiled, as he realized that Jason was Craig's next patient.
It dawned on Shawn that if Jason wasn't always hanging around Jan, he would likely be considered to be gay.
"I wonder..." thought Shawn as Jason passed him by.
Shawn stepped into the elevator and saw as Jason approached Craig's office. Craig opened his door to Jason, and put his arm around his shoulders. Craig looked up at Shawn, and smiled knowingly.
With that, the elevator doors closed, and Shawn was left alone with a mind full of questions.
"Hmm," he said to himself, "I think I might have to get to know Jason a little bit better." ...to be continued...
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