Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 14:18:16 EST
From: Barik02@aol.com
Subject: Days Of Our Summer, Part Three

This story is a work of fiction based on 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 two fictitious
minor characters, along with a scene of a man being blackmailed into sexual
acts with another man. All these situations end with the consent of all
characters involved.  If this offends you, then don't read it.  If you're
under 18, you probably shouldn't read it either!
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"Days Of Our Summer, Part Three"
by rychard on March 8, 2001

	One week had passed since Shawn Brady's first sexual encounter.
One week of waiting for Brandon Walker to call for another day of watching
movies and jacking each other off.  One week of waiting for Dr. Craig
Wesley to call to set up another physical with a complimentary blow job.
One week of waiting to run into fellow high school senior Jason, who sent
Shawn's gaydar flying off the scale.

	And one week of non-stop masturbation.  Both Brandon and Craig had
promised to set up another meeting, but neither had called, leaving Shawn
feeling like a used chump.

	Shawn was sitting in his backyard, facing the lake.  It was another
hot summer day, and the sun was beating down with a fury.  Shawn sat
shirtless on the grass, working on his upper-body tan.  Glistening beads of
sweat ran down his body, as the sun worked him over.  It was the perfect
day for a swim, but ever since he and Belle had found a dead body in the
lake, Shawn didn't feel much like swimming in it.  There's nothing like a
dead body to ruin the moment.

	Shawn leaned back onto the grass, laying on his back, facing the
* sky.  He placed his hands under his head, and closed his eyes, reveling
* in the memory of Brandon and Craig's touch.  * *

	Bo Brady, Shawn's father, sat alone at a booth at Dot.Com, Salem's
very own coffee-shop/music-store/computer-hangout.  The place was littered
with young kids, letting wild in the days of summer, and making Bo feel
like a dinosaur.  Not that he wasn't a handsome man.  He still had what it
takes to have two of Salem's hottest women (Hope and Billie) fight over
him.

	He was a tall, muscular man, with long brown hair, brown eyes, and
a hairy body that left his women in awe.

	But in this place, Bo felt like an ancient relic among the Y
Generation.

	Sipping a cup of coffee, he looked up at the entrance and saw
Nicole Walker walking into the room.  She was many years younger than he,
and was a beautiful blond bombshell.  If he hadn't been so happily married
to Hope, he might've considered going after her...in his younger days, of
course.  (Little did he know that she was into older guys, in fact, the
last guy she slept with was Bo's father!  But that's another story...)

	Nicole spotted Bo immediately.  He stuck out like a sore thumb.
Seeing no one else that she knew, she made a direct bee-line towards him.

	"Well, well, well," she said, sitting in the seat across from Bo,
"I didn't imagine running into you here, Captain Brady."

	"Why's that, Nicole," Bo asked.

	"Well, it's just, that this place is designed for Salem's younger
generation.  Oh, I know, you're here with your son, right?"

	Bo smirked, remembering why half of Salem hated this woman.
"You're not exactly fresh meat, either Nicole."

	Nicole just smiled, knowing it was best not to let him know he had
offended her.  "So why are you here," she asked.

	"Just wanted to try someplace new."

	"Oh," replied Nicole, "you're not looking for your son?"

	"No.  He's at home.  Why would you assume I'd be looking for my
son?"

	Nicole smiled, loving the fact that she had information that the
good Captain Bo Brady didn't have.  "I didn't mean anything by it.  It's
just that I've seen him in some very unlikely places lately."

	Bo sat at attention.  "What are you talking about?"

	"It's probably nothing," Nicole began, "but did you know that your
son was hanging out with my brother Brandon last Tuesday.  In his
apartment?"

	Bo thought back to last Tuesday.  That was the day that he had run
into Brandon at the bar.  Brandon had seemed nervous when they spoke.  But
then again, he was drunk.  Bo remembered that Brandon's after-shave was
really strong.

	After-shave.

	Bo remembered that later that night, when he finally got home,
Shawn seemed really nervous as well when Bo mentioned that he had spoke
with Brandon at the bar.  And the after-shave...Bo had smelled the same
after-shave on Shawn.  In fact, Bo even mentioned it to Shawn, who then
bolted up the stairs, as if he had something to hide.

	What could it all mean, thought Bo.

	"Hey Captain Brady, snap out of it!"

	Bo looked at Nicole.  "Why are you telling me this?  So what if
Shawn and your brother hung out?  It doesn't mean anything!"

	"I didn't say that it did.  Geez, lay off, Bo."

	Bo thought back to the Charity Boxing Event that took place about
two years ago.  Bo had taken his son Shawn to see the fight between Brandon
and Austin.  That was when Bo first thought his son was attracted to guys.
Shawn seemed more interested in looking at the guys in their boxing shorts,
then he did in the actual boxing.

	But Brandon's not gay, Bo thought, remembering that Brandon had not
only been married in the past year, but had also actively pursued his niece
Sami.

	"Does your brother still work at the hospital," Bo asked Nicole.

	"Bo, I don't think you should assume any--"

	"DOES HE OR DOESN'T HE?"

	Nicole sat back, afraid.  "Yes."

	Bo sat up and darted out of Dot.Com, leaving Nicole alone.

	She pulled her cell-phone out of her purse and dialed Brandon's
cell.

	"Hey, you've reached Brandon's voice mail.  Leave a message."
Beep.

	That's right, Nicole thought, he's at the hospital.  He can't have
his cell turned on.  Damn.  Why was Bo so upset?  What did it all mean?

	Nicole thought back to the time when she had visited Brandon in
college.  It was supposed to be a surprise visit, but the real surprise was
on her.  She had walked into his unlocked dorm room, only to see him and
his male roommate jerking each other off.  Brandon had brushed it off as
two guys just helping each other out and that it was a one-time thing, and
she believed him.

	But now she wasn't so sure.

	Is that what Brandon and Shawn were doing, she wondered.

* * *
	Shawn continued to lay on his back in the backyard with his eyes
closed, when suddenly he felt someone looming over him.

	"Hey, Dad, what are you doing," Shawn asked, keeping his eyes
closed.

	"I'm not your dad," replied a familiar male voice.

	Shawn opened his eyes and sat up, seeing that it was Jason was
standing over him in a t-shirt and shorts, along with a backpack.

	"Jason! Wh-what are you doing here?!"

	"I'm enjoying the view."  Jason smiled, looking at Shawn's sweaty
chest.

	Shawn thought back to his appointment at the hospital with
Dr. Wesley.  The doctor had said, after giving Shawn a blow job, that his
next patient would do the same thing to him.  And then out in the hall,
Shawn had run into Jason, who said he was Dr. Wesley's next patient.

	"How'd you get back here?"

	"Your front door was unlocked.  I rang the bell, but no one
answered."

	"So you just walked into my house?  What a jerk."  Shawn stood up,
ready to start a fight.

	"Relax, pretty boy.  I'm here for a reason."

	Shawn couldn't help but notice that Jason was checking out his body
at every given chance.

	"What kinda reason," Shawn asked.

	"Well, that all depends on you."

	"What does that mean?"

	Jason smiled at Shawn.  With the sunlight beaming down onto Jason's
blond hair, he had an almost angelic look.  But Shawn knew that underneath
was the soul of a devil.

	"I've had a talk with Dr. Wesley," Jason began, "and he told me
that you and I are a lot alike.  In all kinds of ways."

	Jason took a step closer to Shawn.

	Shawn felt his heart racing.  "Shouldn't you be off with Jan
somewhere," he asked.

	"Don't you know," Jason began, "me and her are just a mirage.  A
thing of fiction."  He took another step closer to Shawn.

	"What does that mean?"

	"I protect her secret...and she protects mine."

	Another step closer.  Now the two guys were only mere inches apart.

	"And Dr. Wesley tells me," Jason teased, "that you and I have the
same secret."

	Jason dropped his backpack to the ground, and took off his shirt,
revealing a smooth built body.  Shawn realized that this was the first time
he had ever seen Jason without a shirt.  But it was well worth the wait.
Of course, he didn't want to appear too eager.

	"What are you doing," he asked.

	Jason smiled, leaning in, whispering into Shawn's ear: "I wanna go
swimming."  He stepped back and began unbuckling his shorts.

	Shawn was caught off-guard.  "B-But you don't have any trunks."

	"Who said anything about trunks."

	Jason let his shorts fall to the ground.  He was standing in front
of the shirtless Shawn in only a pair of boxers.

	He patted Shawn's shoulders, as he said "Come on."

	Shawn watched as Jason ran past him towards the lake.  Before he
hit the water, he stopped and let his boxers fall to the ground.  Stepping
out of them, he jumped bare-ass into the water.

	Shawn smiled at the sight of Jason's ass, but it was only a
fleeting glimpse.

	"Come on!!!"  Jason called from the water.

	Shawn shrugged, and ran towards the water, letting his shorts fall
to the ground.  As he stood at the water's edge in his plaid boxers, he
looked at Jason, who was staring at him with eager eyes.

	Shawn dropped his boxers, revealing his semi-hard dick.  He jumped
into the water before he let Jason get too much of a good look.

* * *
	Bo stepped out of the elevator at University Hospital, holding a
brown sports bag.  He looked around for Brandon, but didn't see him.  The
only familiar face he saw was Dr. Craig Wesley's.  He walked up to him,
interrupting the doctor's conversation with a nurse.

	"Wesley, I need to talk to you!"

	"Bo," Craig began, "can't you see I'm busy?"

	"I don't give a damn This is important."

	The nurse walked away, not wanting to be a part of this
confrontation.  Craig could see anger in Bo's eyes.

	"What's this about Bo?"

	"It's about my son!!"

	Craig nearly crapped his pants.  Bo must've found out about him
blowing off the younger Brady.

	"Bo, I'm sorry--it was only one time!!"

	"What the hell are you talking about, Wesley?"

	Craig realized Bo wasn't talking about last week, and tried to
think of a cover.  But it was too late, Bo was putting two and two
together.

	"Shawn had an appointment with you last week, didn't he?"

	"Bo--"

	"You and me: your office, now!  And while you're at it, have a
receptionist page Brandon to go to your office to."

	"You can't order me around like that!"

	"The hell I can't!!"

	Bo grabbed Craig by the arm and dragged him to the doctor's office.

* * *

	Shawn and Jason were splashing each other in the lake.  Shawn had
let go of the fact that they were both naked, and probably both gay, and
just had a fun time.

	Jason swam close to Shawn, who's minded drifted back to the last
time he was here at the lake.  He and Belle were pulling up a dead body...

	"What's wrong, Shawn?"

	Shawn looked up at Jason, who was now only five inches away from
him.

	"Oh nothing," Shawn began, "I was just thinking of the last time I
was here at the lake.  It's a pretty bad memory."

	"Then maybe it's time to create a better one."

	Jason leaned in and kissed Shawn gently on the lips.

	Shawn closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around Jason's body.
Jason followed suit, and they began kissing with more passion with their
arms wrapped around each other.  Their kisses intensified, as Jason
introduced his tongue into Shawn's mouth.

	Finally, after an eternity, they pulled apart, both boys out of
breath.

	Words weren't necessary, as they just stared into each other's
eyes, smiling, holding onto each other, standing in the lake.

	Shawn kissed Jason again, with even more force and passion.  Under
the water, Shawn wrapped his legs around Jason's waist, causing their
rock-solid dicks to touch.  Jason began to grind his dick against Shawn's
under the water, while kissing him sloppily.

	After grinding and kissing and moaning and groaning, the two boys
lost their balance and fell into water.

	As they pulled themselves up, they both laughed.

	"Maybe we'd better take this up to dry land," Shawn suggested.

	"Yeah," Jason laughed.

	Shawn smiled at Jason, and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the
water.

* * *
	Bo sat behind Dr. Wesley's desk, with Craig and Brandon facing him,
both nervous as hell.  Bo's sports bag sat atop the desk.

	Bo enjoyed watching them squirm.  After all, these bastards had
touched his sixteen year old son.

	"Bo," said Brandon, "I think you should--"

	"--call my pals at the precinct and have them throw both your asses
in jail?"  Bo laughed.  "But what would be the fun in that?"

	"Fun," Craig asked, nervous.

	"Tell me, Craig, you're a married man, aren't you," Bo asked as
Craig nodded.  "How would Nancy feel is she found out you were touching
sixteen year old boys in your office?"

	"I didn't do anything Shawn didn't want me to do--"

	"SHUT UP!!"  Bo turned his attention to Brandon.  "And Brandon,
from what I hear, you're quite the ladies man.  It`d ruin your reputation
if it got out that you liked dick, wouldn`t it?"

	"I'm not sine closet faggot like this guy here," Brandon said,
referring to Craig.  "Shawn and I just helped each other get off.  I'm sure
you did stuff like that when you were younger Bo--"

	"Shut the hell up!"  Bo thought back to his childhood jack-off
sessions with his brother, Roman.  But that wasn't the issue at hand (so to
speak).

	"What are you gonna do," Craig asked, nearly wetting himself.

	"Craig, Craig, Craig...tell me, do you think Brandon's sexy?"

	Craig was caught off-guard.  He looked over at Brandon, unsure of
how to answer.  "Um, I guess so."

	"Good.  That's important."  Bo turned to Brandon.  "Now, Brandon,
I'm gonna ask you politely, would you please take off your pants?

	"What?!"

	"Hey, I'm just one guy helping another guy get off.  Now drop them,
or else I'm gonna call the cops right now."

	Brandon looked at Craig, who was trying to hide his smile.

	"You should probably do what he says," Craig said.

	"Fuck," said Brandon, as he undid his pants and let them drop.

	"All outta clean underwear, Brandon," asked Bo, as he saw that
Brandon was naked under his pants.  Both Bo and Craig stared at Brandon's
massive cock...and it wasn't even hard yet.

	"Whatever."

	Bo turned to Craig.  "Your turn Craig.  Take off all your clothes."

	Craig, turned on by the sight of Brandon's soft cock, gladly tore
off his clothes.

	Brandon looked at Bo as Craig undressed.  "What are you getting
outta all this?  Are you a fag?"

	"Not at all," Bo said.  "Now, if I were you, I'd think sexy
thoughts and get that prick of yours hard for the good doctor's mouth."

	Brandon rolled his eyes and began fondling his cock with his right
hand, while reaching under his shirt with his left hand to pinch his
nipples.

	Bo looked over at Craig, who was completely naked now.  Craig was a
hairy man also, with a slightly softer body than Bo's own, but it was still
attractive.  His uncut 7" cock was standing at full attention.

	"Well," Bo said.

	"What do you want me to do," asked Craig.

	"Do what Brandon what you did to my son."

	Craig didn't need to be told twice as he knelt down in front of
Brandon, and took his cock into his mouth.  Brandon let out a sigh, but
then caught himself as he looked over at Bo.  Brandon couldn't tell what Bo
was getting out of this.

	Craig continued to suck on Brandon's meat, while Brandon stifled
his moans.

	"Go on Brandon," said Bo, "make noise.  Lots of it."

	Pissed off, Brandon began to let out melodramatic moans and groans.

	"Oh yeah, that's it," Brandon said, over-the-top, "suck my dick,
doctor.  Oh yeah, you mother-fucker, suck it!"

	Craig obliged, sucking on Brandon's cock as if his life depended on
it.

	"Grab his head," instructed Bo to Brandon.

	Brandon grabbed Craig's head, and began face-fucking him.

	"More noise," said Bo.

	"Oh yeah, faggot, suck my cock!!"

	Craig moved one hand up to cup Brandon's hairy balls, while moving
the other down to jerk himself off.

	"Don't do that, Craig," said Bo, "not yet at least."

	Craig moved his hand away from his throbbing dick, and concentrated
back on Brandon.

	Being so over the top had taken affect on Brandon, and he was
really getting into it, as he ripped off his shirt, revealing his solid
hard body.  His pecs and abs shined with his sweat.  He rubbed both his
nipples, licking his lips as Craig sucked him off, letting out high-pitched
groans.

	Craig teased the head Brandon's dick with his tongue, which threw
Brandon over the edge.  He began buckling in his seat, as he let out a
deafening moan.

	"I'm cumming!!"

	Brandon had to stand up from the force of his ejaculation, as he
sent load after load after load into Craig's willing mouth.  Craig, of
course, swallowed as much as he could with great delight, the rest dripped
out of his mouth onto his chin.

	After Brandon pumped his last load of cum into the doctor's mouth,
he sat back down, pulling himself back together.

	Bo noticed some of Brandon's cum on Craig's chin.

	"Brandon," Bo said.

	"What," asked Brandon, out of breath.

	"Lick that up."

	Brandon looked at Craig's chin.  "What the fuck?!"

	"Come on, it's just your own cum."

	"Fuck!!"  Brandon leaned down as Craig sat up.  Brandon let out his
tongue, and brushed it across Craig's bearded chin, licking up his own cum.
He liked the taste of it, but wasn't about to let that show.

	Craig closed his eyes in delight, his dick still throbbing,
yearning to be touched.

	Brandon leaned back, and began to pull up his pants.  Craig sat
back in his chair, fighting every urge to jack himself off.

	Bo noticed Craig's hard-on.  "Now it's your turn, Craig."  Bo
turned to Brandon.  "Well?"

	"I ain't sucking his dick," Brandon said, his manliness in
question.

	"Then just help him get off, like you did my son.  Jerk him off."

	Brandon hesitated.

	"Come on," Bo said, "it's only fair."

	Brandon threw caution to the wind, and grabbed hold of Craig's
cock, squeezing it in his hand as he stroked it up and down.

	"Ohhh," Craig let out a whimper of delight.  "That's it, stroke my
cock, straight-boy!"

	"You like that, faggot?"  Brandon stroked his cock harder, more
angrily.

	Craig was letting out short breaths, caught up in passion.

	As Brandon stroked Craig, he noticed some more of his own cum on
another spot of Craig's chin.  Without having to be told, he leaned in and
licked it up, this time, touching more of Craig's chin with his tongue.

	Having Brandon's tongue on him led Craig to let out one last
whimper as he shot a load of cum straight into the air, where it landed on
Brandon's chest.  Brandon stayed where he was, licking off every last drop
of his own cum off Craig's chin.

	Craig pushed Brandon away from him, and bent down to lick his cum
off Brandon's chest.  This inspired bravery into him as he sat up and
pulled Brandon to him, kissing him open-mouthed on the lips.

	Tasting Craig's cum in his mouth was too much to handle, so Brandon
pushed Craig away from him, buttoned up his pants, and threw back on his
shirt.

	"This is fucking sick," Brandon said, "call the cops if you want
Bo, I'm outta here!!"

	Brandon stormed out of Craig's office, slamming the door behind
him, leaving Bo alone with the naked Craig.

	"Get dressed, asshole," Bo said to Craig, as he picked up his brown
sports bag from the desk, and left the office as well.

* * *
	Shawn and Jason emerged from the lake hand-in-hand, their naked
bodies dripping wet, and their raging hard-ons pointing the way.

	Shawn was walking towards the house, expecting to lead Jason up to
his bedroom, but Jason stopped him.

	"What's wrong with out here," Jason asked.

	Shawn smiled at Jason, impressed with his bravery.  "Nothing."

	The two boys inched themselves closer to each other and kissed each
other gently again, savoring the moment.  Slowly, they both leaned down and
lay on the ground, kissing, with Jason on top of Shawn.

	Jason rubbed his dick against Shawn's, moving up and down in a
fucking motion.  Shawn moaned in delight, abandoning all defenses, as he
knew both his parents wouldn't be home for a while.

	Jason leaned close to Shawn's ear, licking it.  This drew Shawn
wild, as he wrapped his arms around Jason's back.

	"What do you want me to do," Jason whispered into Shawn's ear.

	Having his fantasy come true, Shawn whispered "I want you to fuck
me."

	"That's all I needed to hear," Jason replied.

	He kissed Shawn firmly on the lips, then inched him way down his
body, licking the Brady kids nipples and abdomen along the way.  At Shawn's
belly button, Jason licked up the trail of thin hair that led down to
Shawn's bush.

	Shawn leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

	Jason licked the base of Shawn's shaft, then slowly crawled up his
dick with his tongue.  Shawn's body writhed from the sensation.  Reaching
the tip of Shawn's dick, Jason swallowed his tool whole, slurping on it
like a Popsicle.

	As he sucked Shawn's cock, Jason reached over to his backpack and
pulled out a bottle of lube.

	Shawn opened his eyes and saw the bottle, smiling.  Jason pulled
himself away from Shawn's dick, leaving it wet with teenage saliva.  Jason
set the bottle of lube down, and settled onto his knees while pulling
Shawn's legs over his own shoulders.

	Jason leaned down and grabbed Shawn's butt from the ground, and
lifted it up until it was only inches away from his face.  Jason leaned in
and licked Shawn's asshole.  Chills ran down Shawn's body.

	Jason began feasting on Shawn's hole, wetting it with the same
saliva that still shone on his dick.  When it was moist enough, Jason
forced his tongue into Shawn's hole.  Shawn squirmed with ecstasy.

	"I want your dick inside me," Shawn moaned.

	Jason pulled away from Shawn's hole.  "Your wish is my command."
With that, he picked up and opened the bottle of lube, and poured it onto
Shawn's hole.  He set the bottle down, the massaged it into his ass.

	Jason pulled a condom out of the his backpack, and put it on his
eight-inch seventeen year old dick.  He lubed up his dick, then pressed it
against Shawn's ass.  Gently he pushed it in.

	"OHHH FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK," Shawn screamed, as Jason's prick filled
his ass.

	"Relax, Shawn, it only hurts for a minute."

	Shawn controlled his breathing, taking in concise short breaths.
After a minute or two, he began to relax, closing his eyes, and enjoying
the new sensation.

	"Now I'm gonna push into you," Jason narrated, "then pull away.  In
and out, in and out.  Okay?"

	"Okay," Shawn replied, preparing himself.  He continued to lay on
his back, as Jason pushed forward, in and out his ass.  Instead of pain, he
only felt pleasure, as he began to move his body in sync with Jason's
thrusts.

	Jason loved the feeling of Shawn's ass and the tightness of his
virgin hole.  With Shawn's leg's wrapped around his shoulders, Jason took
advantage, and began to lick Shawn's hairy ankles as he fucked his ass.

	Shawn reached down, and grabbed his rock-hard cock, stroking it
with succession with Jason's thrusts into him.

	"Here, let me do that," Jason offered, as he moved Shawn's hand
away, and grabbed his friend's cock, stroking it with fierce intensity.
"How does that feel?"

	"I wanna stay like this forever."

	And for what seemed like an eternity in the pleasure-filled mind of
the two boys, they did stay there: Shawn laying on his back, with his legs
up in the air around Jason's shoulders, his ankles being licked, his cock
being stroked, and his ass being fucked.

	Jason pulled Shawn's foot towards his mouth and began sucking his
toes.  Jason noticed Shawn's breathing was becoming more rapid, and as he
looked down, he saw his balls tightening.

	"Oh man, I'm gonna cum, Jason!!"

	Jason stroked Shawn faster, thrusting into him, even harder, as he
felt his own orgasm coming on as well.

	Jason knew this was the best time to say what he had hid for a long
time:

	"I--I love you, Shawn."

	Shawn exploded, his cum shooting across his chest.  As he came, his
virgin ass tightened even more, driving Jason over the edge.  Jason came as
well, shaking almost violently from the eruption.

	Jason pulled out of Shawn, and let his legs fall, as he rested on
top of Shawn, Shawn's cum sandwiched between the heat of the two lovers.

	They both lay there, out of breath, their hearts pounding.

	After a while, Shawn spoke.

	"Did you mean, that?"

	"Mean what," Jason asked, knowingly.

	"That you love me?"

	"Are you kidding," Jason teased, "I've loved you since the day I
first met you."

	Shawn looked into Jason's eyes, and for the first time, saw sincere
emotion in them. He smiled, seeing a side of Jason he'd never seen before.

	"I don't expect you to say love me back," Jason began, "I just
wanted you to know."

	Shawn nodded, smiling.

	"What's so funny," Jason asked.

	"Nothing.  I just--well, I'll tell you this, I could definitely see
myself falling in love with you, too."

	Jason smiled, blushing as Shawn leaned up to kiss him.

	The two boys laid on the grass, basking in the afterglow of their
lovemaking, the sun shining down on them, the birds singing their song.

* * *
	At Dot.Com, Bo sat in the back, at a computer that had a
video-camera attached to it.

	Nicole Walker, seeing Bo again, walked over to him.  Bo saw her and
quickly shut off the monitor of the computer, hiding it's contents from
her.

	"What are you doing, Bo," she asked nervously.

	"You'll find out soon enough," Bo smiled, loving that he knew
something she didn't.

	"Did you--did you see my brother Brandon?"

	"Yeah, I definitely saw him.  Saw more of him than I ever thought I
would."

	"What are you talking about," Nicole asked, her curiosity piqued to
its maximum.

	"Nothing."

	The computer beeped.

	"Go away, Nicole."

	Nicole rolled her eyes, and walked away from him, determined to
find out what had happened.

	Bo turned the computer monitor back on, and was greeted with the
message: "Upload Complete."

	He unhooked the video camera from the computer and pulled out his
cell-phone, pressing a speed dial button.

	"Hello," Hope replied over the phone.

	"Hey Fancy-Face, it's me."

	"What is it, Bo?"

	"I just wanted to tell you, that when you get home, you'd better be
prepared the most passionate night you've ever had."

	"Bo," stammered Hope, caught by surprise, "what's gotten into you?"

	"Don't ask."

	Bo hung up, and smiled, placing his video camera back into the
brown sports bag.

* * *
	At the Brady house, Shawn was leading Jason into his house.  They
had both redressed, and were still giddy from their experience.  They
walked hand in hand.

	"Hey," Jason began, "wanna go see a movie?"

	"Sure," Shawn said, "but first let me go check my e-mail."

* * *
	Nicole sat at her desk at Titan Publishing, filling out a report on
what the younger generation of Salem is wearing.  After all, that was her
reason for being at Dot.Com in the first place, to check out all the latest
crazes.

	"You've Got Mail," her computer said.

	Nicole looked at her computer, annoyed.  "Stupid world-wide-web,
can't you see I'm busy?"

	She clicked her mouse to open her mailbox.

* * *

	Dr. Craig Wesley, sat in front of his computer, about to open an
e-mail that was just sent to him, when there was a knock at the door.

	"Come in."

	Nancy Wesley walked in, purse in hand, and an impatient look on her
face.

	"It's time to go home, honey," she said, in that sugary voice of
hers that had the force of a thousand armies behind it.

	"One sec, I just gotta open this e-mail."

	"Well, hurry up," Nancy said, as she walked around his desk to see
what the e-mail contained.

* * *
	"It looks like some sort of mass e-mail," Shawn began, as he sat at
his computer, with Jason leaning in behind him. "And it appears to be
addressed to every e-mail account in Salem."

	"Well open it," Jason urged.

	Shawn clicked his mouse, and saw a link to a web-site.

	"I wonder where this leads to."

	Shawn clicked the link, and was sent to what appeared to be a
pornographic site, where two men were having sexual relations.  One was
sucking the other's dick...only it wasn't just anybody.

	"Oh my God," said Shawn, as he realized who the guys were.

* * *
	Nicole turned away from her computer, as she realized that she was
watching her brother get a blow job from another guy.

* * *
	"That looks like Brandon Walker getting blown by another man,"
Nancy said, as Craig turned white.

	On the computer monitor, Brandon came into the mouth the other man.
As the other man pulled away, Nancy got the shock of her life.

	"What the hell...?"

	Craig turned to his wife, pale as a ghost.

* * *

	Sami Brady walked into Nicole's office unannounced, and saw Nicole
at her computer, with her hands covering her eyes.

	"What's wrong, Nicole?"

	Sami walked around to the computer, just in time to see Brandon
begin to jerk off Craig.

	"Oh my God," Sami exclaimed.

	Nicole looked up, and saw her brother touching another man's dick.

	Sami laughed after a minute.  "Well, it's a good thing I chose to
be with Austin."

* * *

	Brandon Walker was standing in Salem Place, looking inside a gift
shop for something to give to Sami.  He needed to be with her now more than
ever, to prove his manhood back to himself. In the window's reflection, he
saw Bo approaching him.

	He turned around to face him, ready to punch him out like he did
Austin at the Charity Boxing Match.

	"What the hell do you want?"

	Bo just smiled.

	"What the fuck?!?!  Get away from me, Brady!!"

	Bo began to laugh.  "You know what, Brandon.  My son is gay, and I
can't control that, nor would I want to.  It's just gonna take some getting
used to, but we'll work through it.  But the thing I can't work through is
that you and Craig both put your hands on him, when he is only sixteen
years old.  That is unforgivable in my eyes.  So the method of revenge I've
chosen to take won't affect my son, but it will punish you for the low-life
that you are."

	"How many times do I have to say," Brandon began, "Shawn wanted it
to happen."

	"Yeah, but you still could have and should have said `No.'  But
that's in the past.  I've moved on.  I just have the weirdest feeling that
you won't be able to.  Go home and check your e-mail."

	Bo laughed and walked away from Brandon.

	Brandon watched him, then looked over at a loud bunch of guys
exiting Dot.Com.  When the kids saw him, they started laughing and
pointing.

	Brandon got pissed off and charged over to them.

	"What the hell's so funny, faggots?"

	One kid looked at him and laughed harder.

	"Look who's calling us faggots," said another boy.

	The group of guys laughed more and walked away, leaving Brandon
dumbfounded.

* * *
	In the privacy of his bedroom, Shawn turned off the computer and
faced Jason.

	"This is gonna be bad for the both of them," he said.

	"I know," Jason began, "but can we forget about that, and think
about us for a minute?"

	Shawn smiled, as Jason leaned in and kissed him the sweetest kiss
he'd ever known.

THE END

The "Days Of Our Summer" trilogy has my first attempt at writing a story.
I would gladly appreciate any feedback!  Feel free to e-mail me at
Barik02@aol.com Thanks for reading!  Based on positive feedback, I might
start up another three-part series!

	~~~Rychard1980~~~