Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 15:20:27 -0700 From: Benji King Subject: Days of Our Lives Series - Chapter 11 DAYS OF OUR LIVES 11 "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 to view such content, please exit immediately. The following story is not intended to imply anything about the actors who portray these characters. ----- "Fuck, yeah. Suck that dick." The male voice bounced off the walls of the van. It was dark, almost too dark to see, save for the light spilling in through the windshield. The scents of sweat and sex hung in the air. "You like my cock, man?" Will Horton forced himself to pull off long enough to mumble, "Yeah. Love it." Then he dove back down onto the eight-inch stalk, taking it down to the thick bush of light brown hairs that sprung up from the other man's groin. Will never expected his night to end like this. He tasted precum leaking out of the guy's cock; it was bitter and warm as it slid over Will's tongue. He gulped it down hungrily. He couldn't think of a better way to spend a Friday night. * * * * * AN HOUR EARLIER. . . There had to be cooler ways to spend a Friday night. Logically, Will Horton knew that. But here he was, sitting in the conference room of Countess Wilhelmina, the cosmetics company that his mother and grandmother (who hated each other) were running together, while a photoshoot was in progress. The photographer was snapping away while a crew of makeup artists and lighting techs and all other sorts of people hovered about -- all of them focused on Countess W's pair of brand-new models. One was Gabi Hernandez, Will's ex-girlfriend. He had to admit that she looked hot. Gabi was usually so buttoned-down and conservative, but today she was vamped up, and she looked fantastic. Most guys would be jealous seeing their exes looking so sexy, with a guy all over her. . . but that guy was the main reason Will was spending his Friday night at this photoshoot. Chad DiMera was one of Will's best friends, and he'd recently accepted a modeling contract with zero experience. He was a slim guy, tall and lean, with dark, floppy hair and a surprisingly nice build. That body was on full display -- well, not as full as Will might like -- at the moment, as Chad's button-down shirt had been doused in water and then removed entirely, leaving his firm pecs and perky nipples exposed for all to see. Chad's hair was pushed back, but loose strands hung down into his eyes. His lack of experience was showing a bit; he seemed a little stiff in front of the camera. Then again, Will was a little stiff, too. He shifted in his seat to try and conceal the pulsing hard-on in his jeans. Chad was wearing some seriously tight pants, and Will was sure he could make out some bulge action in there. He figured Chad had to have a long dick, but he had never managed to get a glimpse of it in the locker room or anything. In his fantasies, though, Will knew exactly how it looked, and sometimes, Chad would be drunk or just lonely and let Will suck on it. . . Will shook his head and reminded himself to pull it together. He glanced up and saw the photographer repositioning Chad and Gabi. Somehow, Chad wound up with one arm behind his neck, his armpit of dark brown hair exposed. Will tried not to stare, but something about the sexy, manly sight make his dick throb a little bit harder. He made himself focus on Gabi in an effort to get his boner to deflate. He managed it in time for the shoot to start wrapping up. Gabi and Chad were led back to dressing rooms, though both stopped by to say hi to Will on their way. Will got a little tingle through his body when Chad grasped his hand in greeting. Then, with the situation in his pants mostly contained, he went over to say hello to his grandmother, Kate. He was in the middle of telling her how cool the shoot was to observe when Kate turned abruptly. "Will, would you mind helping them?" she asked, pointing to the photographer and his assistant, who were busy packing up their equipment. Will's breath caught in his throat for a second. The assistant hadn't exactly escaped his notice throughout the course of the shoot. The guy was hot and brooding, with dark blond hair that fell across his face and some sexy scruff on his face. "Sure," Will mumbled. The assistant directed him to grab a light stand and a black canvas bag. Will obliged and followed the guy out the door and into the elevator. "I'm Will, by the way," he said as the doors closed on them. "Kate -- Mrs. DiMera -- she's my grandma." The guy glanced over at him. A lock of that dirty blond hair fell across his piercing blue eyes. "Cool. Andrew." There was a curtness to his voice that made it clear he wasn't much of a conversationalist, so Will just nodded and watched the lights tick down the floor numbers. When they reached the ground floor, the elevator's doors parted with a sharp ding. "This way," Andrew said, his voice deep and his words clipped. Will followed him to the back of the building, where they used a side door to exit to an alley. Andrew set down the equipment he was carrying and unlocked the back door of the van. Will helped him load the equipment in. He wasn't sure what to say or do - saying goodbye seemed weird. "Is there more stuff to bring down?" he asked. "Nah, that's it." Andrew sat down on the back of the van and pulled out a cigarette. "You smoke?" "Uh, no. Thanks." Andrew lit his cigarette and just sat there, staring off into the night. Will watched him. There was something brooding about him. And he was drop-dead sexy, the more Will looked at him. Weird, but sexy. Andrew turned back suddenly and caught Will's eye. Will averted his gaze. "Nice night," Andrew commented. Will nodded in agreement. Andrew leaned back, balancing his weight on one palm. He spread his legs ever-so-slightly. Will allowed himself another glance and took note of how tightly Andrew's tattered jeans hugged his thick thighs. "I've gotta take this van back to the studio," Andrew said between puffs of the cigarette. "You wanna come with?" The question threw Will for a loop. "Oh, uh, my car's here -" "Sure you don't wanna come? Just take a ride?" Andrew asked again. His eyebrows lifted this time. * * * * * Within minutes, they were in the back of the van, the doors closed and Andrew's pants down at his ankles. He was leaning back on the floor of the van, with Will kneeling between his legs working his hot eight-inch pole. Will used one hand to jerk Andrew's dick and slid the other up the man's body. Andrew was surprisingly ripped - his abs were cut beyond belief. Will couldn't stop running his hands over them. "Oh, fuck, you like that? Yeah, you fuckin' love my cock, don't you? Oh, goddamn, that is good." A steady stream of dirty talk flowed from Andrew's mouth as Will sucked him. What he lacked in conversational skills, he made up for in smutty babbling. The lewd jabbering was only making Will harder and hornier. As he went all the way down on Andrew's cock again, Will used his hands to unbutton his own pants. He used his lips and tongue to work Andrew's shaft, the brown pubes brushing against his nose, as he pulled out his own six-incher. "You think this is fuckin' hot, huh?" Andrew muttered. "Gotta get yourself off, too?" "Mm-hmm," Will hummed against the hard dick in his mouth. His own cock was leaking heavy precum, and he used his index finger to rub it all over the head. He felt like he could bust at any moment. "C'mon. Suck that cock. Make me cum," Andrew said. Will looked up and saw Andrew's head thrown back and his eyes clenched shut. The orgasmic pose only fueled Will's drive. He started bobbing faster, making sure his lips brushed hard over the ridge of Andrew's dickhead. He used his left hand to glide up and down the shaft and increased the pace of his strokes. "Oh, fuck. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck, man, I'm gonna cum -" And there it was. Will lifted his mouth milliseconds before Andrew started shooting. A blast of cum hit Will in the chin, and then it fired onto Andrew's tight abs, and then another few pumps spewed over Will's still-jerking hand. Will wasn't even sure when he started cumming. His precum was gushing so hard that, at some point, his twitching dick just gave up and released a few volleys of thick cum onto the floor of the van. Will kept stroking his wet dick as he watched Andrew's soften against his stomach. "Holy fuck, kid. That was awesome," Andrew said. He grabbed a t-shirt - his own, Will realized with relief - and wiped his stomach. Then he started pulling his clothes back on, including the cum-covered shirt. "Yeah," Will said through heavy breaths. "It was." Andrew eyed him with a strange look for a few seconds. "I gotta get the van back," he finally said. "Yeah. I have to get home. But, uh. . . thanks." "Ditto." Without waiting to ensure that Will even had his pants zipped up again, Andrew threw open the back doors of the van. Cool, refreshing night air came rushing in. Will slipped out of the van, his head still rushing. "Later, man," Andrew said as he closed the doors and then headed for the driver's seat. "Later," Will said. He watched as Andrew climbed in and the van's lights illuminated the alley. Seconds later, the van and the hunky photographer's assistant were gone. "Holy shit," Will mumbled to himself. A grin spread over his face as he returned to the building's back door. He would be jacking off to that hookup for weeks. ----- What did you think of Will and Andrew's impromptu encounter? What Salemites are you hoping to see get off together next? Shoot me your thoughts and fantasies at benjiking83@gmail.com.