Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2011 11:35:35 -0800
From: Benji King <benjiking83@gmail.com>
Subject: Days of Our Lives part 1

"Days of Our Lives" is the property of Corday Productions and Sony Pictures
Television. The following story is a figment of the author's imagination
and is not intended to imply anything about the actors who portray these
characters or the intentions of the creative minds behind the show. 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.

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Philip Kiriakis was horny. It had been months since his wife, Melanie, left
him after finding out that he'd fathered his ex-girlfriend Chloe's baby.
Now Philip was single and living in his father's mansion again. He was
determined to be a good father to Parker -- an opportunity he'd missed out
on twice in the past with other children -- but between that and running
Titan Industries, his sex life had taken a major hit.

Thirty-year-old Philip was lying on his bed in the Kiriakis mansion, clad
only in a pair of tight black boxer briefs. His laptop was balanced on his
legs as he clicked around, looking for the right porn video to get him
off. His hand was already working inside his underwear, lazily stroking up
and down on his thickening cock. Every thought of pussy sent a surge of
blood to his prick, and before long, he had his boxer briefs tucked under
his full balls, stroking his dick with one hand while he used the other to
click the touchpad on his laptop.

In the mansion's living room, Sonny Kiriakis was trying to work on the
website that he'd started with his friends, Will and Chad. He was still
adjusting to life in Salem; although he had come out to his parents a few
years back, he had to do a lot more of it when he returned to Salem this
past year. He had encountered remarkably little resistance -- except for
Will and Chad's friend, T, but Sonny couldn't help but wonder if that had
more to do with things hitting a little too close to home for T than
anything.

Sonny's dick started to swell in his tight jeans as he let his mind wander
to T. The kid was cute, he had to admit. He rubbed his bulge as he thought
about what T would look like with Sonny's cock in his mouth.

He was just thinking about heading upstairs to his bedroom for some privacy
when he heard a baby's cry. Startled, he looked around for a moment before
realizing that the baby monitor was sitting on one of the side tables. He
knew that Henderson, his great uncle Victor's butler, had one on him at all
times, but Philip must have forgotten to take his own monitor
upstairs. Sonny closed his laptop, grabbed the monitor, and dashed up the
stairs to bring it to Philip.

Philip was just getting into whacking off. A thick bead of precum pooled on
the tip of his seven-inch dick, and he used his index finger to smear it
all over the head. Then he wrapped his fist around his cock and began to
stroke in earnest, the moans from the porn video fueling his horniness.

Outside Philip's bedroom, Sonny paused with the baby monitor in his
hand. For a second, he thought he heard noises from inside the room.

When Philip heard the knock, his first instinct was to ignore it and keep
beating off. He was feeling too good to stop. But whoever knew he was home
probably knew he was in here, and the light was on, soÉ

Hurriedly he he pulled his boxer briefs back up and closed the porn on his
laptop screen. "Come in!"

The door cracked open, and Sonny peeked his head inside. "This was down in
the living room," he said.

"Oh, thanks, man. Was he crying?"

"Not really. Just heard it and thought you'd want to have it."

"Yeah. Thanks." It would have been appropriate for Philip to put his laptop
aside and stand up to get the monitor from Sonny -- but the raging hard-on
in his underwear would have made that decidedly inappropriate. "You can
just put it over there," he said, pointing to a dresser against the wall.

Sonny entered the room and set the monitor on top of the dresser. He
couldn't help but give a second glance at his first cousin once removed --
or whatever the hell the official relation was. Despite being related to
him, Sonny had of course given Philip a look or two since he'd been back in
Salem. The guy was hot, there was no mistaking that. And he looked as sexy
as ever now, with his hairless, tan chest exposed and his legs, dusted with
dark blond hairs, stretched out over the bed.

Philip's mouth jerked upward in a slight smirk as he noticed Sonny's
lingering stare. No harm in the kid looking, Philip figured. It was even
sort of flattering.

He was surprised when he felt his boner jump in his underwear. He had never
really given guys much thought; Philip Kiriakis was nothing if not very,
very into women. There had been, of course, some breathless fumblings with
Shawn Brady back in high school, back before their struggle over Belle
ruined their friendship, but that had never amounted to more than two horny
kids jerking off together and groping each other.  But now, with his balls
ready to burst and an obviously interested party standing ten feet away
from him, Philip's mind was turning.

"I, um, I guess I'll go back downstairs," Sonny said. He mentally smacked
himself in the forehead as soon as the words came out. Way to seem like a
tongue-tied idiot, he thought as he shuffled back toward the wait.

"Sonny. Wait."

Sonny paused at the open door. "Yeah?"

"Close the door for a second. Maybe you can give me an opinion on this
thing I was working on for Titan."

"Oh. Sure."

Philip motioned for Sonny to come closer, so Sonny made his way to the edge
of the bed and stood there while Philip turned the laptop to show him a
demo of a webpage that he'd been e-mailed a little while ago.

"I'm not sure the navigation makes sense, but I've been in on this since
the concept stage, so it's hard to tell. Do you mind clicking around it for
a minute and seeing what you think?"

"Sure. Yeah."

Philip held up the laptop to hand it off to him. As Sonny took it, he
gulped hard at the sight of whatever Philip had in those tight, black boxer
briefs. He was clearly packing. He couldn't help but notice the light trail
of sandy hairs that formed at Philip's navel and disappeared down into his
underwear.

Trying hard not to perv on his relative, Sonny took the laptop and started
clicking around the site. It was hard to click the touchpad while holding
the computer in his other hand, with nowhere to balance it.

As if reading his mind, Philip patted the bed. "Here. Sit."

Sonny lowered his weight onto the edge of the bed and set the computer over
his lap. He tried to focus on the task Philip had given him and tried not
to think about the fact that this stud was lying maybe a foot away from him
in skimpy underwear and nothing else. His dick jumped in his pants,
thumping against the underside of the computer.

Philip watched as his college-aged cousin focused on the computer screen.
Sonny was a cute kid, short and dark-haired. As far as Philip know, he
hadn't gotten much, if any, action since coming back to Salem; he seemed to
be spending most of his time with his cousin, Abby, and her cousin, Will,
and their friends. Maybe he wouldÉ

Philip could not believe the filthy thoughts going through his head. He
lazily ran a hand over his bare chest.

"This one doesn't really make sense," Sonny said suddenly, turning with the
laptop just as Philip's fingers brushed over his nipple. Sonny's boner was
officially throbbing as he pointed to the screen and demonstrated the
illogical site navigation to Philip. "See? It basically goes in a
circle. 'Cause you can get to the same spot from here, tooÉ" He clicked the
mouse again to demonstrate.

"That's really helpful. Thanks, Sonny." Philip set the computer between
them as his mind raced. "So, hey. How are things going for you? This
mansion's so big, I feel like I hardly ever see you."

"I know." Sonny swallowed hard and willed his eyes not to travel to
Philip's crotch. He mentally accepted that, as dirty as it might be, he was
totally going to jerk off thinking about Philip as soon as he got back to
his room. He just had to make it out of here without making an ass of
himself. "But, uh, school's good. That website I started with Will and Chad
is really taking off."

"Nice! What aboutÉ I mean, are there any guys? I never said this to you,
but I thought it was pretty awesome how you came back here and stood up for
who you are with my dad and everyone. That takes guts."

"Thanks," Sonny said with a shrug. "I dunno, it's justÉ who I am, like you
said. If people don't like it, too bad."

"Yeah." A pregnant pause hovered over them. Philip let his hand wander to
his taut stomach. It was now or never. "So I take it you haven't been
getting much action?" he said with a chuckle.

Sonny shyly answered, "No. Not really."

"I get it, man. Since Melanie and I split upÉ" He waved his right hand in
the air. "It's mostly this guy and me."

"I know the feeling," Sonny said, letting out a nervous but excited
snicker. His head was spinning. Was Philip seriously lying here in his
underwear, talking about jerking off?

With a bold little laugh, Philip added, "What do you think I was doing
before you walked in here?"

"Oh. Really? I'm, uh, sorry I--" Sonny stood from the bed.

"Sonny. Calm down." Philip patted the bed again. "It's cool. You don't have
to go."

"Nah, if you want toÉ you knowÉ go ahead." Sonny kept his body half-turned
away from Philip, hoping to conceal the stiff bone in his jeans.

"I do." Philip locked eyes with him. "But you don't have to leave."

Sonny could not believe what he was hearing. Nor could he believe what he
was seeing as Philip's hand snaked down into his boxer briefs and cupped
his package. Sonny could make out the slightest hint of Philip's dark blond
bush over the band of the underwear. He wasn't even trying to pretend not
to look now -- Philip clearly didn't care.

"Just sit down," Philip said calmly.

Sonny did as he was told. His whole body was tingling with excitement over
what was going on here. It reminded him of quite a few instances from when
he was in high school and then studying abroad, times when guys who were
decidedly not gay (or at least not even close to out of the closet) would
put the moves on him. Except he had to be reading this wrong. Philip would
not -- could not -- be doing that.

Or could he? Because now Philip's hand was moving up and down inside his
underwear, and the head of what looked to be a very nice cock was visible
as it pushed against the thin fabric.

Philip let his head roll back against the pillows as his hand continued to
work slowly. "Do you ever just get so horny that you feel like you're gonna
pass out or something?"

"Yeah," Sonny said, his mouth suddenly very dry.

Philip's dimples seemed to be sparkling as he turned to Sonny. "Like now?"

Sonny drew a deep breath. "Like now. Yeah." He stretched his legs down the
length of the bed and tried to relax. A deep, animalistic horniness was
burning inside him, in his chest, in the pit of his stomach, in his crotch.

"I can tell," Philip said with a smirk as he nodded down at Sonny's obvious
hard-on. Then he did something that Sonny never would have imagined: he
reached over and rubbed the palm of his hand over Sonny's clothed dick. Up
and down, back and forth. Sonny could have sworn that all the blood in his
body was running straight to his cock.

Without another word, Philip reached down, pushed his boxer briefs to his
ankles, and then kicked them off. Sonny's eyes locked upon the sexy piece
of meat standing straight up between Philip's legs. It was a healthy seven
inches, not insanely thick but beautifully formed, and it was surrounded by
a sandy blond bush of wiry hairs. All it took was a look for him to convey
a message to Sonny: "Go on. Touch it."

Sonny could no longer help himself. He reached over and wrapped his hand
around Philip's cock. It was hot to the touch and so, so hard. He gave it a
few experimental tugs and then used his thumb to swipe a nice dose of
precum from Philip's piss slit. He tracked it over the head and down the
shaft.

"Fuck, that feels so good," Philip said with a groan.

Sonny began jerking him off in earnest -- first with slow, even strokes,
and then with a gradually quickening pace. But he felt like his own dick
was going to break if he didn't let it out of his pants. He had to touch
it.

Daring to take his hand off Philip's schlong for a few seconds, Sonny
clumsily undid the button and fly on his jeans. He pushed them down his
knees, along with his own grey boxer briefs, and as one hand went to his
own pulsating dick, the other went right back to Philip's.

"Nice," Philip muttered. Sonny glanced up to see Philip checking out his
dick. Sonny knew that he had nothing to be ashamed of; he had a nice, fat,
six-inch cock. He'd seen enough of other guys' dicks to know that he didn't
have the biggest one in the world, but it definitely had good girth. He
hadn't trimmed his pubes in a while, on account of not having had many
dates lately, so a nest of black pubic hair framed his dick.

He got up on his knees as he continued to stroke both of them. He couldn't
take his eyes off Philip -- not off his gorgeous face, not off his lean,
tanned torso, and certainly not off that beautiful cock. He caught himself
licking his lips as he stared at it.

"If you want to," Philip said, "you canÉ" He nodded down toward his own
dick.

Whatever remaining nervousness Sonny had faded away in that moment. He
dipped his head down and, hand still jerking Philip off, closed his lips
over the head of his cousin's dick. Immediately Philip let out a groan of
ecstasy. It had been far, far too long since he'd felt something that good
and wet around his prick.

Sonny spent some time paying attention to the head, sliding it in and out
of his mouth. Every now and then, he would stop and suck on it like a baby
with a pacifier. He could feel and taste Philip's precum leaking into his
mouth, and he started fisting his own dick harder while he blew Philip.

"Dammit, kid. That is so fucking good," Philip said, his words riding on
top of his heavy breaths.

There was only one thing on Sonny's mind now, and that was getting both of
them off. He let his lips travel down Philip's shaft, then back up, then
down again. After a few repetitions, Philip's pubes were tickling his
nose. With the entire cock in his mouth, he used his hand to play with
Philip's balls. They were smooth, very full, and rapidly tightening up.

He needed to touch Philip. All of him. He let his fingers travel from
Phil's balls down to his equally smooth taint. He didn't want to push his
luck and freak him out by going for his hole, but he made sure to massage
his taint for a few seconds before he went back to blowing him at full
force.

With Sonny's mouth and hand working overtime on his dick, Philip knew it
wouldn't be long. He couldn't believe he was letting his younger cousin
suck him off, and he definitely couldn't believe how goddamn good it felt.

"Fuck-- Sonny--" he said through gasps. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum--"

That only made Sonny increase the pace even more. His wet mouth rushed up
and down Philip's cock, aided by the tight grip of his hand, and within
seconds, Philip was humping up into his face.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh my godÉ" Philip slammed his dick deeper into
Sonny's mouth, and an instant later, Sonny felt a warm flood of salty
liquid hit the back of his throat. He swallowed hard, his lips still
wrapped over the head of Philip's cock.

"Holy shit," Philip said breathlessly as he collapsed into the bed. As his
head spun from post-orgasmic bliss, Sonny leaned back and pounded his own
dick for all it was worth. He used his free hand to push up his shirt, and
it was only a matter of seconds before he was blasting a hot, creamy load
all over his fuzzy stomach.

Their eyes met as they both came down from their highs and accepted the
reality of what just happened.

Philip broke the silence. With one of his trademark smirks, he said,
"Thanks, kid. I needed that. And you are a pro. Man."

Sonny smiled, still too dazed from his orgasm to move.

***

The mansion seemed awfully empty to Brady Black as he arrived home. It had
been an annoying day of putting out fires at Titan and squabbling with
Nicole, who for some insane reason could not bring herself to leave
E.J. DiMera in the dust once and for all.

Brady headed up the stairs to his room. He was walking down the hall when
he passed Philip's door and heard some unmistakable sounds coming from
inside:

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh my godÉ"

Either Philip was having one hell of a jack-off session, or he had a woman
in there. It couldn't be Melanie -- Brady had seen her just a little while
ago at the Cheatin' Heart, and she wasn't stupid enough to go back to him
after what he did. And Chloe was in no place to be hooking up with Philip
again right now.

When the room finally fell into silence, Brady retreated a few doors down
to his own room -- but kept the door open. There was a definite stirring
inside his slacks, but his curiosity was more powerful than it, at least
for the time being.

Finally he heard the door to Philip's room open. Brady's jaw nearly hit the
floor as he peeked out and saw a very disheveled Sonny stuck out of
Philip's room and close the door behind him. Before Sonny headed the other
direction down the hall, totally unaware that he was being watched, Brady
noticed one thing: an unmistakable grin on the younger man's face.

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