Date: Wed, 3 Oct 2001 20:18:51 EDT
From: Rychard1980@aol.com
Subject: Salem High

This story is a work of fiction based characters in the television series
"Days Of Our Lives."  The show and characters are trademarks of and
copyright Corday Productions Inc., in association with Columbia Pictures
Television.

Warning: Several characters in this story are heterosexual.  There is even
a (gasp) boy-girl kiss.  Reader's caution is advised.  Oh yeah, there's
some gay stuff in here too, but that shouldn't really offend anyone :-)

My previous stories, "Days Of Our Summer" and "After School At Boston
Public" elicited such a positive response that I decided to write yet
another.  I hope you enjoy it.

"SALEM HIGH" By Rychard; September 28, 2001

"Over here, Shawn," Phillip called from across the court.  "Give it to me."

Shawn looked back and forth, bouncing the ball between his legs.  He could
easily pass it to Phil, if it weren't for the other team's guard on his
back, just waiting for the steal.

The Salem High Cougars were behind two points, 62-64 with ten seconds left
on the clock.  One three point shot and they'd win the regional title.  The
pressure was on.

Shawn looked over to the sidelines, where the twelve Salem High
Cheerleaders were shouting out their encouragement.  Among them, the Cheer
Captain smiled at him, giving him her own personal support.

"Good ole Belle," Shawn thought to himself.

With renewed confidence he quickly stepped to his right, then just as
quickly turned to his left, faking his opponent out, and passing the ball
to Phil, who was standing unguarded at the three point line.

Two seconds left on the clock.  Just as Phillip caught the ball it was
right out of his hands and in the air, pushed with determined force towards
the basket.

The buzzer blasted just as the ball landed swiftly through the net.  The
Salem High Auditorium erupted into thunderous cheers.

Before they knew what was happening, both Shawn and Phillip were being
lifted into the air by their fellow teammates.  They were like Salem's very
own Koby and Shaq.  Shawn smiled over at Phillip, but Phillip was too busy
making with the smiley-face-puppy-dog-look to his girlfriend Chloe in the
crowd.

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Minutes after the game, Shawn and Phillip stood outside the Boy's Locker
Room.  Phillip was holding his Letterman Jacket.  Shawn was anxious to get
in and shower himself clean, but Phillip insisted on waiting for their
girls first.  Shawn was quick to remind Phillip that Belle was not
"officially" his girlfriend.

Finally after about fifteen minutes Belle and Chloe emerged from the
auditorium.

"There's my pretty lady," Phillip said to Chloe, as he went to hug her.

"Phillip, you're too sweaty," Chloe complained teasingly.

"That's the sweat of a winner," Phillip proudly declared.  "You should be
proud to be the girlfriend of tonight's star of the basketball team."

"The star?  Don't forget who passed you the ball in the first place, Uncle
Phil," Shawn reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah," Phillip laughed, "we all know who's face is gonna be on the
school paper tomorrow!"

"Salem's very own narcissistic blond champion," Shawn joked.

Belle took Shawn's hands into hers.

"You'll always be the champion in my eyes, Shawn," she said, smiling
sweetly at him.

Shawn shifted in place, then turned to Phil.

"So Phil, are we gonna shower or not?"

"Hold on, man," Phil said.  "First, I gotta give my special lady something
special."

"What's that," Chloe asked her boyfriend, her eyes widening behind her
thick black glasses.

"This," Phillip said, as he handed her his letterman's jacket.

"Oh my god," Belle exclaimed, her giddiness for her best friend
overflowing.

"Your jacket?  I'm not even that cold," Chloe said.

"Just take it," Phillip insisted.

"Don't worry," Belle interrupted, "she'll take it proudly."  She flashed
Chloe an urgent look, as Chloe grabbed the jacket.

"Thank you Phillip," she said.

"You're welcome."

Belle leaned over to Chloe's ear.  "That's a way big deal," she said.
"It's practically the high school equivalent of an engagement ring!"

Chloe smiled, as she leaned in close to Phillip.

"Thank you so much," she said.  "I truly mean it."

Phillip blushed.

"And now," Chloe continued, "it's my turn to give you something."

Chloe pulled Phillip close to her and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Belle smiled, then looked hopefully over at Shawn.  Shawn looked away from
her.

"Okay, okay, break it up kids," Shawn said in his best cop-voice, "there
are cheerleaders present."

Phillip and Chloe pulled apart.

"I really should get going," Phillip said to her, almost in a trance.

"Well, I'll be waiting for you," Chloe said seductively.

"Yeah," Belle chirped in, "and then we can all go over and hang out at
Dot.Com, like a double date or something."

Shawn looked at her with surprise.  "Don't you mean like a championship
party?"

"Sure," she said, "whichever."

"Yeah..." Shawn turned away from Belle and her insistent flirting.  "Come
on Phil," he said, grabbing his teammate by the arm and leading him into
the locker room.  J

Just as they reached the door, it unexpectedly swung open, as the rest of
the basketball team players walked out, already showered and changed.

One guy, Hawk, stopped and looked at Shawn and Phillip.

"What took you two so long," Hawk said, "everyone's already done in there.
You're gonna have to shower alone now guys.  Plus you'll be late to the
victory party."

"Don't worry," Phil said, "I got my own victory party happening tonight."

Phillip turned and smiled at Chloe once more, as Shawn dragged him into the
locker room.

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Shawn pulled his sweat-stained jersey off of his chest and over his head,
tossing it on the bench that rested behind him.  Five lockers down from
where he was, Phillip was standing with his back turned to him.  It dawned
on Shawn that without the usual crowd of basketball players to between
them, this would be the first time he'd see Phillip undress.  He had seen
him shirtless plenty of times in the past, but never fully naked.  They
always had managed to avoid each other in the shower room, for unknown
reasons.  Perhaps because they were close friends, or because they were
technically related to each other, or maybe because they were just
embarrassed with their nudity.

"Why am I thinking about this," Shawn thought to himself.

Shawn looked away from Phillip and dropped his shorts and underwear.  He
quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and turned back to his
younger-than-him uncle.  Phillip was still dressed in his uniform.

"What's the matter man," Shawn asked, "what's taking you so long."

"Oh, uh, nothing," Phillip stammered, as if he had been caught committing a
crime.

"Why don't you look at me when you talk," Shawn asked, intrigued by
Phillip's reluctance to turn around.

"Why don't you just head to the showers," Phillip responded.

"I can't know," Shawn said, "you're being too mysterious.  Just turn around
all ready."

"I can't, okay," Phillip said sharply.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm having a bit of a problem over here," Phillip said.

"A problem?  What kind of problem?"

"Well," Phillip lingered, "remember when Chloe kissed me just now?"

"Who could forget?  You two were making out like your lives depended on
it."

"Yeah," Phillip said, "well, it kinda got me--"

"Got you what?"

"I sort of have a--"

"Have a what," Shawn asked, impatiently.

"I have a boner, okay dude," Phillip exclaimed, as he turned around,
revealing a huge tented bulge in the front of his shorts.

Shawn looked down at him, lingered just a moment too long, then looked back
up at Phillip's face, holding back his laughter.

"Dude," he said, "it happens to all of us."

"Fine, whatever," Phillip said, turning back around.  "Now you know, so
just go shower, and I'm gonna try to get rid of this."

"Get rid of it how?"

"Think about it," Phillip responded.  "How do you usually get rid of one of
these?"

"Oh, you mean..." Shawn started to ask, slightly embarrassed.

"Yes, I mean that."

"Right here in the middle of the locker room?"

"I'm gonna have to," Phillip stated, his voice raising into his
high-pitched trademark falsetto.

Shawn took a step towards Phillip.

"Well man," he said, "I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news, but the
girls are out there waiting for us, and you aren't gonna have time to do --
that -- and shower and have them not get suspicious."

"What are you suggesting then," Phillip asked.

"Why don't you just take care of business in the shower," Shawn suggested,
not really understanding why he was suggesting that even as the words came
out of his mouth.

"What?!"

"It's really your only option," Shawn went on.  "Because by the time you'd
be done in here, I'd already be done showering.  So then I'd have to go out
there with the girls, and they'd wanna know why you were still in the
shower."

"Why don't you just wait in here for me while I shower," Phillip suggested,
"that way the girl's won't get suspicious of me."

"No, they'll just get suspicious of US," Shawn stated, "and they'd wonder
what WE were doing in here that was taking so long."

"I didn't think of that," Phil said.  "Well, I guess...but won't you feel
weird watching me?"

"Why would you think I'd be watching," Shawn asked.

"Oh yeah, right," Phillip quickly responded.  "Um, ok, let me get undressed
and I'll meet you in there."

"Okay," Shawn said, as he walked pass Phillip and into the shower room.

The shower room was basically four walls, sixteen shower heads, and one
drain.  No barricades, no walls.  The school was probably too cheap to
build individual showers.

Shawn walked to the middle shower head, and removed the towel from around
his waist, resting it on a hand bar.  He turned the valve and the water
started pouring out of the shower head.  The water was already warm from
the earlier showers of the rest of the team.

Shawn stood directly under the stream of water, letting it rain onto his
body.  Playing on the school team had really defined his teenaged body.
His thin build was gradually being thickened into fine muscle tone.  His
legs were coated with thin black hair, to match his dark brown hair and
brown eyes. His chest was smooth and abs were smooth, save for the thin
trail of black hair that started at his belly button and worked it's way
down to his manhood.

After about a minute, he heard footsteps, as Phillip walked into the
shower.  Shawn kept his eyes focused on the bare wall ahead of him, not
wanting to be caught sneaking a peek at Phil.  But there was something
inside him that was tempting him to look, though he couldn't explain to
himself why.

Because Shawn had chosen the middle shower, Phillip couldn't choose to be
as far away from Shawn as he had hoped.  He settled for a corner position,
turned on the water, and stepped into it, his seven inch erection still
achingly hard.  He looked over his shoulder towards Shawn, and only saw
Shawn's backside and his tight ass.  Phil quickly looked away and picked up
a bar of soap with one hand, and slowly wrapped his other hand around his
dick.

He took a gulp, and gently began to stroke himself.  Very slowly.  Even
though he knew that Shawn was aware of what he was doing, he still felt
awkward doing this in front of another guy, let alone his best friend and
older-than-himself-nephew.  After about a minute of slow jerking, he began
to feel more comfortable.  Shawn's back was still turned to him, and the
sound of the water falling muted any sound he might be making.

On the other side of the shower stall, Shawn found himself in a dilemma.
For some reason, knowing that Phillip was less than a few feet away from
himself jerking off, had given Shawn a boner.

Shawn looked over his shoulder, and saw Phillip through the steam of the
shower room.  His back was too him, and Shawn had a perfect view of his
soft-looking yet firm ass.  He could also see Phillip's right arm moving
back and forth as Phil stroked himself.  Before he knew what he was doing,
Shawn found his fist wrapped tightly around his erection, jerking himself
off as he watched Phillip.

Phillip felt his balls tightening up and knew that he'd be cumming any
moment now.  Before his orgasm came, he looked over his shoulder one more
time to check on Shawn.  When he turned and saw Shawn jacking off while
looking at him, he quickly let go of his dick and turned swiftly to face
his nephew.

"What the hell are you doing," he demanded.

"I thought I'd join you," Shawn said.

"You coulda joined me without having to look at me, dude."

"Whoa," Shawn said, "you think I'm getting off on looking at you?"

"Well, yeah!  You're staring at me, aren't you?"

Shawn thought about it for a moment, realizing that somewhere deep inside
him, he probably was finding himself aroused by his friend/uncle.  But he
quickly dismissed the thought and released his grip on his dick.

"Look man," Shawn said, "I just happened to be facing this way, okay?  It
has nothing to do with you."

For the first time, Shawn looked down at Phillip's crotch, admiring his
seven inch piece of meat.

Phillip noticed Shawn's fascination with his dick, and took a quick moment
to look at Shawn's package.  It looked to be about the same size as his,
only a little bit thicker.  They were both cut.

Phillip looked back up at Shawn's face, but Shawn was still staring at
Phillip's crotch.

"Man," Phillip said, "if you're jerking off isn't about me then why are you
staring at my dick?"

"It's the first time I've seen it," Shawn said.  "Can't a guy be curious?"

"It depends how curious you are."

"What are you trying to suggest," Shawn asked.

"I think it's pretty obvious, dude.  You're jerking off while looking at my
ass, then you're staring at my dick, and you're dick's still pretty hard."

Shawn put his dick into his hand again.

"So you looked at mine," Shawn asked teasingly.

"Whatever man," Phillip said, "this is getting kinda weird.  I'm just gonna
go dry off and let this deflate itself."

Phillip grabbed his towel, turned off his shower, and began to walk to the
exit.  As he started to pass Shawn, he felt his nephew's hand on his arm.

"What are you doing," Phillip exclaimed.

"You can't tell me you've never thought about jerking off with another
guy," Shawn said.

Phillip went quiet.

"Well?"

"Thinking about it," Phillip began, "and doing it are two completely
different things.  Besides, we're related."

In that moment, some power came over Shawn, and he felt compelled to go
into action.  He couldn't describe what it was, but something inside him
told him to go, and he did.

Shawn reached out, and took Phillip's still erect penis into his free hand,
and began to stroke his friend/uncle while he stroked himself.

"You can't tell me that doesn't feel good," Shawn whispered.

Phillip was caught unaware, and had no words to respond.  He wanted to
bolt, and run from the locker room, but what Shawn was doing felt too good
to run away from.  He just remained quiet and let Shawn continue.

Shawn took Phillip's silence as an open invitation.  He took a step closer
to Phillip, so that their dicks were almost touching.  Shawn looked into
Phillip's eyes, which were filled with a sort of raw desire.  He pushed his
dick forward, so that the tips of their dicks touched.  For both guys, it
was like electricity running through their bodies.

Phillip felt his knees buckle and Shawn quickly let go of Phil's dick, and
widened the grip he had on his own dick, pushing forward again, until he
had both his and Phillip's dick in the same grip.

As he stroked both of them off with the same hand, Shawn found that his
entire body was merely centimeters away from Phillips.  Phillips' head was
turned to the side as his eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy, so
Shawn knew a kiss was out of the question.  So instead, he wrapped his left
arm around Phillip's back, pulling him close to him, causing their chests
to touch.

Phillip moaned, making Shawn smile.

"Hold me," Shawn whispered.

Phillip took a moment, but then did as instructed.  He wrapped his arms
around Shawn, pulling him even closer to him.  Shawn tightened his grip on
their dicks, as the closeness of their bodies added to the friction.

"Oh man," Phillip said, "I'm so close."

Shawn felt his orgasm coming on to, so he let go of both of their dicks,
wrapping that arm around Phillip's body as well, smashing their dicks
against each other.  Shawn grinded his dick up and down against Phillip's,
their balls slapping against each other.

Both guys held onto each other tight, and finally Phillip felt that
familiar feeling.  He let out a high-pitched whimper as the cum streamed
out of his dick and onto Shawn's smooth chest.

Feeling Phillip's cum coat his chest sent Shawn over the edge, and he soon
began pumping out his own stream of cum onto Phillip.

After their release, Shawn continued to hold on tightly to Phillip, but
Phillip took a step back.  Shawn let go of him, as Phillip looked down at
his cum-stained chest.

"Great," he said, "now we gotta take another shower."

Shawn laughed.

"Listen," Phillip continued, "we never tell anyone about this."

"Absolutely," Shawn agreed.

"Okay."

"Okay."

They both looked away from each other and their was silence for a moment.

"Well," Phillip finally said, "I should go wash this off."

"Yeah," Shawn responded, "me too."

Phillip took a moment, and then turned to walk back to his shower.

"Hey Phil," Shawn called, "you wanna do this again sometime?"

"Absolutely," Phillip said, smiling.  "But hey, this doesn't make us gay or
anything, does it?"

Shawn smiled.  "Of course not."

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Belle and Chloe stood outside the Boy's Locker Room, waiting impatiently
for the guys, until finally both Phillip and Shawn stepped out of the
doors.

"What took you guys so long," Belle asked.

"Oh, uh, guy stuff," Shawn said.

"We're gonna be so late to party," Chloe said, grabbing Phillip's hand,
leading him away.

Belle looked at Shawn, who avoided eye contact with her.

"Well?"  Belle waited impatiently for Shawn to hold her hand.

"Well what," Shawn asked, walking away, following Phillip and Chloe.

Belle stood alone, watching her crush walk away.

"Boys," she sighed to herself, before running to catch up with the rest of
her friends.

THE END

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