Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2012 11:17:27 -0800
From: Benji King <benjiking83@gmail.com>
Subject: Days of Our Lives Series, Part 6

DAYS OF OUR LIVES 6

"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.

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"Rafe," Will Horton whispered as he stood at the foot of the bed.

His stepfather didn't even stir. The bedroom was dark, save for the odd bit
of light streaming in from the street outside. It was a warm night in
Salem, and Rafe was sprawled on top of the covers in just a pair of plaid
boxers.

Carefully, Will knelt on the bed. It squeaked and bounced ever so
slightly. He paused, then continued slowly crawling between Rafe's hairy
legs.

He had to have this man again. He didn't care how wrong it was. Besides,
Rafe had made a pretty bold move on him in the bathroom that day -- and
then he had fucked the hell out of Will and spewed his load all over Will's
face. The line had already been crossed. It couldn't be wrong for Will to
take some initiative of his own.

Will's hand lingered over one of Rafe's defined, furry calves.

His heart pounding, Will finally Rafe's leg. It felt hard, muscled, and so
hot. He began to stroke up and down, first just the lower leg, then up and
over Rafe's knee, and soon he was rubbing his hands over Rafe's thick,
athletic thighs.

Will's fingertips toyed with the edges of Rafe's boxers before slipping
inside the bottom of them. He could feel the heat emanating from his
stepdad's crotch. One of Will's fingers brushed against Rafe's hairy
ballsac, which was resting against his thigh.  He caught a whiff of the
manly scent emanating from Rafe's balls, and Will knew he had no other
choice.

* * *

Rafe Hernandez awoke to the most wonderful feeling.

He hadn't been home from his strange journey that long, so when he awoke,
it took him a few seconds to realize that he was in his bedroom -- the
bedroom that he shared with his wife, Sami. And speaking of Sami. . .

There was something warm and wet and wonderful enveloping his cock. He
stared up at the ceiling through the darkness, his head cushioned in the
pillow, and finally he thrust his hips upward. It had been far too long
since he had woken up to a nice, long blowjob.

And then it hit him: Sami wasn't home.

She'd taken the kids to stay with her grandma for the night. They were
still pretending to be split up, because he was supposed to be the fake
Rafe, the one that the DiMeras had hired to take over his life. Which
meant. . .

Slowly, Rafe lifted his head from the pillow. Nothing could have prepared
him for what he saw next.

There was blond hair bobbing up and down in his crotch. But it wasn't his
wife -- it was his stepson, Will.

"What are you doing?" Rafe asked, sitting up. His boxers were pulled
halfway down his thighs, making movement difficult. He scrambled to pull
them up.

Will looked alarmed. Frightened, even. "I just thought. . ." He drew
back. "I was just doing what we did that day. In the shower."

Rafe didn't have a clue what he was talking about. And then it dawned on
him.  That guy -- that pervert. He hadn't only violated Sami, but Will,
too.

"Am I not doing a good job?" Will asked. He almost looked like he was going
to cry.

"Will, you're--" Of course you're doing a good job, Rafe's mind answered,
but he obviously couldn't say that. This was wrong. It was depraved. And it
didn't matter how good it had felt to his unaware body. "That isn't the
point."

"Then what's wrong?" Will stared at him with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry. I
shouldn't have--"

"Will. Wait."

But the teen was bounding out of the bedroom.

Rafe laid back against the pillows. He had a feeling he would not be
sleeping tonight. For one thing, he could not believe what that monster the
DiMeras sent had done to his family. Sami was bad enough -- but Will? For
another thing. . .  Will clearly enjoyed what they had done, enough to try
and do it again. Will was dating Rafe's little sister. What a mess. How was
he supposed to face Will or Gabi tomorrow?

And worst of all, Rafe's erection was still throbbing. He rolled onto his
side and attempted to ignore it as the moonlight streamed in through the
cracks in the blinds.

* * *

Quinn Hudson had big dreams. Unfortunately, life had not always dealt him
the hand he needed to make those dreams happen. He grew up in Australia,
the son of a business tycoon who, upon his death, left Quinn not with the
inheritance he had expected, but instead a mountain of debts. Ever
enterprising, Quinn created his own opportunities. They perhaps weren't
always the most legal of opportunities, but they were lucrative
nonetheless. Taking over the drug and prostitution trade in Salem had made
him quite a chunk of change, but an attack of conscience had caused him to
abandon that path and leave town for a bit.  Now he was back in Salem and
opening a day spa in hopes of going legit.

There was only one catch. He needed money. He wasn't about to sink
everything he'd earned into opening a business in this economy, and even if
he were, he hardly had enough to keep the place afloat until it turned a
profit. No, Quinn would have to put his entrepreneurial skills to use once
again.

Morning sunlight streamed into the lobby of the brand-new spa. Quinn strode
through and waved hello to the recently hired receptionist, Gabi Hernandez.

"You look like you're having a good day," she said.

"I'm hoping it'll be one," Quinn trilled in his heavy Australian accent as
he knocked on the door of one of the massage rooms. "All ready?" he called
to the client inside.

"Yep!" came the reply.

Quinn entered and closed the door behind him. Lying flat on his stomach on
the massage table was Chad DiMera. The college student had only learned he
was the son of criminal mastermind Stefano DiMera within the past few
years, but he had been quickly accepted into the family fold -- even if he
continued to fight against Stefano's very controlling idea of family.

Chad's body was longer than the massage table, so his feet hung off the
edge.  And he was naked, save for the white towel draped over his butt and
upper thighs. Perfect, Quinn thought to himself as he dimmed the lights and
put on some relaxing music at a low volume.

"Did you finish that tea?" Quinn asked as he lightly applied massage oil to
the creamy white skin of Chad's bare back.

"Yeah," Chad answered, his voice muffled by the massage table's headrest.

"Good. It helps promote increased circulation. It'll enhance the effects of
this massage."

Not to mention what that secret ingredient will do, Quinn thought with a
wicked grin.

He began with Chad's shoulders. The muscles were stiff and knotted, and
Chad let out an appreciative groan as Quinn loosened them up. After a few
minutes, Quinn moved to the middle of Chad's back. He used his thumbs to
work the muscles on either side and then slowly let them travel down. Chad
was a tall, lanky young man -- though his time in the gym was clearly
paying off, as he was showing some impressive muscle mass -- and he had an
impossibly long torso.  Quinn's thumbs pressed firmly as they moved
downward, just to the edge of the towel, and then pushed upward again.

"Mmm," Chad murmured into the headrest. He knew that taking advantage of
the spa's complimentary massage deal was a good idea, but he had no clue
that it would feel this good. It was like every single muscle fiber in his
body was fully alive, moreso than ever. Every touch of Quinn's fingers felt
like an amazing new discovery.

Quinn continued to work Chad's back. Gradually he allowed his fingers to
drift over Chad's sides. He knew that he had to proceed slowly and
carefully, but now that he had the young DiMera under his touch, this plot
was turning out to be not much of a labor at all.

"Raise your arms," Quinn instructed softly as he worked his way back up to
Chad's shoulders. His fingertips grazed over the soft skin and brushed
against the tufts of dark hair peeking out from Chad's armpits.

Chad raised his long arms to rest by his head. He couldn't believe how
amazing this felt. He started to become aware of the blood rushing to his
groin, plumping up his dick, but he figured it was bound to happen. He was
a young man at his sexual peak. Pretty much any physical contact was bound
to turn him on. He tried to ignore it so that he could fully enjoy the
massage.

Quinn switched focus to Chad's feet. The boy must wear a size 14 or 15
shoe, Quinn realized, not with great surprise. He applied firm pressure to
a variety of points on the soles of Chad's feet, then loosened up each of
his toes one by one.

Chad felt his breathing growing harder. His entire body was tingling with
pleasure. Worst of all, his dick was fully inflated now. It was hard and
pressed between his stomach and the massage table. He tried to think of
things to will it down, but every little touch from Quinn only seemed to
make him harder.

After spending some time on Chad's feet, Quinn moved on to his ankles and
then his calves. Chad's legs weren't very hairy at all, with just a light
dusting of dark hairs spread evenly over them. His calves weren't overly
developed, but they were firm and had nice muscle tone. Quinn attended to
them before moving along to Chad's thighs.

"Is this all right?" Quinn's accented voice asked as his fingertips moved
to Chad's buttocks.

"Yeah," Chad said, his voice husky.

As Quinn's strong hands kneaded his butt, Chad humped against the massage
table. He couldn't help himself. He was sure that he felt a bead of precum
leaking out and sticking to the table. He didn't know why this was
happening. He wasn't gay. He loved having sex with his girlfriend,
Abigail. But then again, it had been a few days, and he was a young
guy. . . Maybe that was all it was. Close, intense contact like this was
bound to turn anyone on.

Quinn watched Chad squirming and smirked to himself. It was clear his plan
was working so far. The young man was turned on. Time to step things up.

"Turn over, please," Quinn said.

He saw Chad's body tense up.

"I, uh. . ." Chad made no move.

Quinn let out a conspiratorial chuckle. "Let me guess. Your body got a
little too excited, and now you're feeling embarrassed. Don't worry,
Chad. It happens far more often than you'd think."

"Really?" Chad asked, glancing up.

"Absolutely. I've seen it all, I promise. If you'd like, I can step out for
a few minutes while you get comfortable -- but I have another client right
after this, so your session will be shorter than it's supposed to be."

Chad thought about it for a moment. "Just give me a sec," he said, trying
his hardest to will his dick down. He could swear it deflated a little, but
now he felt stupid for being so embarrassed. It was a boner. All guys got
them. So he flipped over, keeping his body under the towel as he moved.

When he looked down, of course, he saw that was mostly pointless. The
outline of his seven-inch dick was very visible through the white towel.

"Just relax," Quinn said. He walked around to the head of the table and
resumed the massage. He worked at Chad's neck and shoulders, pressing into
the tight muscle with his thumbs.

"That feels great," Chad said, exhaling hard. He had his eyes closed and
his head rolled to the side, and he was trying to simply enjoy the
massage. But Quinn's hands pressed on his pectoral muscles, and Chad once
again felt desire surge through his body.

Quinn grinned to himself as he let his fingers brush over Chad's achingly
hard nipples, first the right and then the left. The pink nubs were
standing at attention, and Quinn saw the bulge in Chad's crotch jump under
the towel.

Chad didn't know what was happening to him. He felt like an animal in heat.
When Quinn crossed back to the side of the table, Chad opened his eyes for
a second and caught a glimpse of Quinn's dick pressed against the thin
material of his workout pants. The outline was unmistakable, even though it
looked flaccid -- and judging by the bulge in his pants, Quinn had a big
one. Chad realized that if he jutted his head forward just a few inches, he
could have his mouth on it.

What the hell?! He wasn't gay. But he couldn't stop the insanely sexual
thoughts and feelings that were overtaking him.

Quinn could tell that the plan was working. The young DiMera's erection had
not subsided at all since he'd turned over; in fact, it seemed to have
grown harder.  The towel's presence was almost laughable at this
point. Quinn felt himself growing a little aroused by the raw sexuality of
it all. As he felt his dick plump up in his pants, he decided that this
might be the most enjoyable evil deed he had ever done.

Chad saw the older man's cock jump through his pants. He was suddenly
overcome by the desire to strip away his own towel and jerk his prick until
he blew a hot, steamy load all over his stomach. Then Chad became aware
that Quinn's hands were working gently at his obliques. The touch was
simply too much.

"How's that?" Quinn asks quietly.

"Good. . . great." Chad's breathing was already heavy. He felt like he was
in the middle of the best fuck of his life.

Quinn decided to go for broke. He let one hand travel downward until it
rested on top of Chad's towel-covered bone.

"And that?" he asked.

"Yeah," Chad simply groaned. His head was too clouded with sexual thoughts
to even care about the reality of what was going on. The only thing he
could think about was having an orgasm.

Quinn's palm rubbed up and down Chad's dick a few times. He felt it twitch
under his touch, even through the towel. Growing bolder, Quinn grasped
Chad's cock through the towel and gave it a few light jerks.

"Goddamn." The word came from Chad's mouth through a heavy sigh. This had
to be the greatest handjob he'd ever gotten. It felt even better than the
one he'd gotten from a girl at school when he was 13 -- the very first time
someone else had ever touched his dick. He had never been this turned on in
his life, and he knew he wasn't going to last long.

Noticing Chad's eyes rolling back in his head, Quinn gave the kid's dick a
final jerk and then removed his hand. This couldn't end so easily, or it
would be all for naught.

Chad lifted his head to look at Quinn. His eyes were glassy. "Why'd you
stop?"

"Because I think I need to make some adjustments," Quinn said. With that,
he stripped off his white polo shirt, revealing the bronzed, buff torso of
a man who spent lots and lots of time working with weights. Chad couldn't
help but stare. He had never seen muscles as developed as Quinn's up
close. The man's pecs were like two huge slabs of beef; each abdominal
muscle was individually carved out. His arms were pumped-up beyond belief.

Chad couldn't believe how hot another guy's body was making him.

Then Quinn pushed his loose pants down. He was wearing a pair of black
boxer briefs, and his cock was clearly at half-mast already. It was pressed
out and to the right. Chad wanted to reach out and touch it.

"Do you mind?" Quinn asked, though the answer didn't interest him much. He
was going to get naked and get off in this room.

"Sure, whatever." Chad grabbed his towel and tossed it onto the floor. His
seven- inch cock bounced up, relieved to be free. It was framed by a nest
of dark hair that he kept neatly trimmed, and the rest of his long, lean
torso was hairless, with barely even a hint of a treasure trail. He reached
down and wrapped his hand around his dick. Touching himself had never felt
this good.

Quinn knew what he had to do. He dipped his head down and wrapped his mouth
around the head of Chad's dick. Chad gasped in surprise and pleasure as he
slowly pulled his hand away. He never thought a guy like Quinn Hudson would
be sucking dick, but holy shit did it feel good. Quinn's mouth moved up and
down a few times, the wet heat sliding past the ridge of Chad's dickhead
and down onto his shaft.

Quinn didn't have any particular desire to suck dick, but he'd gotten
himself into far weirder situations during his life, and this wasn't an
entirely unpleasant experience. Chad had a nice cock, long and straight,
and there was something about feeling him squirm all over that massage
table that seriously turned Quinn on. Maybe it was knowing that he was
making this young stud feel so good. Or maybe it was knowing what he stood
to gain from the whole thing.

He could taste Chad's precum, so he pulled off. The taste was a little
bitter, and he wasn't exactly dying to get a mouthful of DiMera seed -- but
even moreso, he couldn't let it be over yet.

"That feels so fucking good," Chad said dreamily. He held his cock at the
base and pushed it toward Quinn again.

Quinn smirked at him and then pushed his boxer briefs to the floor. His own
seven-incher bobbed happily at being released. Chad took in the sight of
the naked, buff Australian: he was tan all over, with his pubes fully
shaved off and a set of round, equally smooth balls. Quinn's dick curved
ever-so-slightly upward. It wasn't as thick as Chad expected it to be,
though the fact that he had been thinking about Quinn Hudson's dick at all
was kind of a surprise to begin with.

"I want to try something," Quinn said, reaching out a hand to fondle Chad's
low- hanging nutsac. Chad squirmed some more at the stimulation, as Quinn's
index finger trailed downward and over his taint. Chad humped upward into
the air and then grabbed his dick again. Quinn watched him give it a few
fast pumps and knew he had to push this along.

Quinn grabbed the bottle of massage oil and poured a healthy dose into his
hand. He brought that hand back down to Chad's taint and then, when Chad
wiggled his butt off the table, Quinn left his hand wander into the young
man's crack. He felt Chad stiffen up at the cool, wet sensation.

"What are you doing?" Chad asked.

For a moment, Quinn thought Chad might actually stop him. Then the whole
plan would be ruined.

"I promise this'll feel good," Quinn said in his most soothing, seductive
tone. "And if it doesn't, just say so."

Chad dropped his head back down to the table in resignation. Quinn let his
slicked-up finger find Chad's hole. He poked at the tight opening, circling
his fingertip around it. He'd fucked enough women in the ass to know how
this went.  Chad, on the other hand, was clearly a newcomer to anal play,
because when Quinn tried to slide even the tip of his finger past the tight
ring, he met overwhelming resistance.

"Push out," Quinn instructed him. Chad didn't say anything, but slowly, his
sphincter relaxed enough for Quinn to get a finger inside. He moved it back
and forth, letting Chad's body get used to the sensation. And Quinn
realized his own cock was throbbing at the thought of getting inside that
tight, hot hole.

To keep Chad lost in bliss, Quinn reached up and used his other hand to
tease the young man's cock. Chad, for his part, felt like he was in the
middle of an incredibly intense dream. None of this seemed real. He thought
he was getting a massage, and now he was being fingered by studly Quinn
Hudson.

Quinn kept at it, eventually adding another finger, and he even dropped his
head back down to suck on the head of Chad's cock. Almost immediately, Chad
thrust up into his mouth and started humping. His dick was practically
gushing precum.

Pulling away from Chad, Quinn bent down and retrieved a condom from his
discarded pants. He tore the wrapper open and climbed up on the massage
table.

"This is going to feel incredible," he said as he put the condom on. "I
promise."

Chad looked uncertain at best. "I don't know. . ."

"Give it a chance, is all I'm asking. Everything else I've been doing has
felt good, hasn't it?"

"Yeah," Chad said, nodding. He wasn't sure about getting fucked -- it was
definitely not something he had ever thought about doing, and it seemed
like it might hurt -- but Quinn had been making him feel really good. And
it wasn't like Quinn could just run around Salem telling everyone what they
were doing, anyway. It takes two to tango and all that.

Quinn couldn't believe how badly he actually wanted this. He used more of
the massage oil to lube up his condom-covered cock, and then he poured some
of it into his hand and slicked up Chad's back door even further. He pushed
Chad's legs into the air.

When Quinn pressed the head of his cock against his ass, Chad almost jumped
off the table and ran out of the room. It felt so unnatural and, as the
dick pushed inside him, painful.

"Take deep breaths," Quinn said in a calming voice. "Your body will get
accustomed to it soon."

Chad wanted 'soon' to be right this second. It felt horrible. With his dick
planted in Chad's ass, Quinn used his hands to massage Chad's lithe body,
from his tight abs to his firm pecs. By the time Quinn started rocking back
and forth in Chad's hole, Chad was relaxing again.

He realized with surprise that it was actually feeling okay. His dick was
leaking so much, without even being touched. He used a finger to swirl some
precum over his dickhead. He needed to get off. Soon. He wrapped his fist
around his dick and started stroking it slowly, trying to match the rhythm
of Quinn's fucking.

Quinn couldn't believe how fucking good it felt. The physical sensation of
Chad's tight hole was phenomenal, and the sheer power trip of it was even
better. Here he was, with Chad's long legs splayed over his shoulders,
fucking a DiMera. He picked up his pace, and Chad's hand moved on his dick
accordingly.

"I'm gonna cum soon," Chad said, his eyes closed and his head lolled to the
side.  He looked lost in ecstasy.

"Me too," Quinn muttered. He drilled his dick in and out of Chad's ass,
feeling his orgasm mounting in his groin. He saw Chad's balls pulling up
toward his body, and he knew they were churning with juice that was going
to be flying all over the place in a matter of moments. The sounds of flesh
slapping against flesh, mixed with Chad's occasional groan and Quinn's low,
steady grunts, filled the room.

And then it happened. Quinn drove his dick as deep into Chad as he could,
and Chad felt-- what the hell was that?

"Oh my god," Chad said, unable to believe the pleasure racing through his
body.  He gave his dick one more stroke, and then his whole body was
flooded with heat and desire and--

Spurts of cum shot out of his dick. One, two, three, four, five. One hit
his chin, others his chest. He kept stroking, his hand a wet, sticky mess
as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Quinn knew he didn't have long. Luckily, he didn't need it. He slammed into
Chad one more time and felt his orgasm overtake him. He let out a loud
grunt as his dick pulsated and filled the condom with his seed.

Even as Quinn came down from his earth-shaking orgasm, he could tell that
Chad was growing more lucid. Quinn pulled out of Chad's ass, and almost
immediately, the young man sat up.

"I don't. . . What the hell was that?" he asked, looking genuinely worried.

"It was a good fuck, plain and simple," Quinn said. He hopped off the
table, removed the condom, and tied it off. "No need to think about it
beyond that."

"I'm not gay," Chad said. He was covered in cum, and Quinn tossed him a
small white spa towel to dry off.

"Neither am I. But you were obviously horny, and your body enjoyed
it. Doesn't have to be anything more than that."

"Yeah." Chad cleaned himself off and seemed a million miles away in
thought.  "You're not gonna tell anyone, right?"

Quinn pulled on his boxer briefs and pants. "Why would I tell anyone? I
just had sex with a man, too, didn't I?"

"True. Good." Chad hurriedly grabbed his clothes from the chair in the
corner and got dressed. "I, uh, I gotta go."

Quinn pulled on his polo shirt as Chad scrambled into his clothes. With an
awkward wave and mumbled goodbye, the young DiMera stud was gone.

As the door closed behind Chad, Quinn grinned to himself. He went to the
corner of the room and picked up the small camera hidden among the
knick-knacks on the shelf. It was still recording. It had recorded the
whole thing. Perfect. With a little editing magic, he would have a clear
video of a DiMera heir getting his ass pounded like a little bitch. That
should be plenty to ensure the financial well-being of his spa.

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Did you get off along with Chad and Quinn? What is Rafe going to do now
that he knows about Will and the doppelganger? Drop me a line at
benjiking83@gmail.com with your thoughts, or just to say hi!