Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 17:17:59 EST
From: Barik02@aol.com
Subject: Days Of Our Summer - Part Four

This story is a work of fiction based on characters from the NBC soap
operas "Days Of Our Lives" and "Passions."  It is not meant to imply the
true sexual behavior of the actors playing these characters, or the
characters themselves.

"Days Of Our Lives" and it's characters are trademarks of and copyright
Corday Productions Inc., in association with Columbia Pictures Television.

"Passions" and it's characters are registered and belong to NBC and Outpost
Farms, Ltd.

If you are underage, you probably shouldn't read this.

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This is a continuation of my last three-part series "Days Of Our Summer."
Due to the overwhelming response of that trilogy, I've decided to write
another.

Here's a quick recap of the last trilogy: Shawn Brady was coming to terms
with being a closeted gay sixteen year old.  After two discreet sexual
encounters with Brandon Walker and Dr. Craig Wesley, Shawn was becoming
more comfortable with his sexuality.

Meanwhile, his father Bo Brady, was following a trail of clues that led him
to discover that not only was his son gay, but he had had sexual relations
with two grown men.  Outraged that these men would "take advantage" of his
underage son, Bo set up a plan of revenge: forcing Brandon and Craig to get
intimate with each other, while secretly recording it, then posting it on
the internet, for all of Salem to see.

Back at the Brady home, Shawn was paid a surprise visit by Jason, a fellow
Salem High student.  After subtle flirting, the two of them went skinny
dipping and ended up sleeping together.  Afterwards, Jason professed his
secret love for Shawn, who realized that he, too, might one day love Jason
back...

"Days Of Our Passion," Part One by rychard on march 12, 2001

	Shawn and Jason sat on Shawn's bed, looking through travel
brochures, after walking home from school together.  It had been three
months since their first kiss, and the two of them were falling more and
more in love with each other with each passing day.
	Shawn looked up at Jason, who was studying one brochure very
closely.  Shawn smiled, thinking of the upcoming weekend.  The two of them
were planning to have a weekend escapade from Salem, where after three
months, Shawn would finally tell Jason that he loved him.  And after that,
who knew, maybe the two of them would come out to all of Salem as a loving
couple.
	"This one looks really nice," Jason said, as he handed Shawn a
brochure.
	Shawn took if from him, noticing how the sunlight through the
window was shining on Jason's dark blond hair.
	"Harmony Inn," Shawn read, "The Finest Resort On The New England
Coast."
	Jason smiled at Shawn, knowing that Shawn was a sucker for his
devilish smirk of a grin.  "Harmony.  Sounds...harmonious, doesn't it?"
	"Yeah," Shawn laughed.  "I think it'll be perfect.  A place called
Harmony has to be perfect.  I`ll make the call."
	Shawn leaned over across Jason to grab the phone.  As Shawn leaned
over him, Jason took him in his arms and kissed him firmly on the lips.
After a moment, Jason pulled away, smiling.
	"The call can wait, can't it?"
	Shawn smiled, looking into Jason's hazel eyes, knowing he couldn't
resist.
	"Sure," Shawn said, as he leaned up to kiss Jason again, savoring
the taste of his lover's lips.
	The two of them laid on the bed, kissing with great fervor, until
the phone rang.  Shawn pulled away from Jason to answer it.
	"Let the machine get it," Jason pleaded.
	"I would, but it could be my parents," Shawn responded.  "They know
I'm home."
	Jason sighed, leaning back on the bed as Shawn answered the phone.
	"Hello," Shawn said into the phone.
	"Hi Shawn," replied the perkiest female voice in all of Salem.
	"Hey Belle," Shawn responded, dreading the upcoming conversation.
	Jason smiled at him, grateful that he wasn't the one being forced
into a conversation with Salem High's head cheerleader.
	"Um, I was just wondering, if maybe you wanted to go to the movies
or something today?"
	"Oh, I would," Shawn began, "but I have plans already."
	"Oh, you have plans," Belle's voice grew suspicious.  "With who?"
	"With Jason, okay?  I gotta go.  Bye."  Shawn hung up on Belle.  He
hated having to be so abrupt with her, but it seemed like the only way
she'd ever get it through her ultra-optimistic head that the two of them
would never become a couple.
	Shawn looked at Jason, with regret in his eyes.
	"I never thought I'd say this," Jason began, "but you should talk
to Belle.  Besides, I should probably get home, my parents are expecting me
to mow the lawn today."
	Shawn groaned, disappointed.  "I don't wanna talk with her, I wanna
be with you."
	"We'll have plenty of time for that this weekend," Jason smiled.
	"Fine," Shawn said, standing up off of the bed.  "I'll make the
reservations for Harmony Inn, and you go home and mow the lawn or
whatever."
	"You know," Jason teased, "it's pretty hot out there, I'll probably
have to take my shirt off while mowing the lawn.  And there'll be sweat
shining all over my body--"
	"Shut up!  You're killing me!"
	Jason laughed, as he stood up and kissed Shawn one last time.
	"Just giving you something to think about while I'm gone," Jason
said.
	"Yeah, yeah," Shawn responded, looking down at the tent in his
pants.

* * * * * * *

	Shawn and Belle walked through Salem Place, heading towards Java
Cafe, the outdoor coffee shop.  Belle was keeping her distance from Shawn,
a change from the days when she would hold his hand.
	"Belle, I just want--" Shawn began, before being interrupted by
Belle.
	"I notice you've been spending a lot of time with Jason lately,"
Belle said, with a slight hint of accusation behind her words.
	"Yeah, I have, so what," Shawn said as he grew defensive.
	Belle stopped walking, turning to face Shawn.  "Well, you spending
all this time with Jason can only mean one thing, Shawn, and I know exactly
what that is."
	Shawn looked at Belle, wondering how she could know that he and
Jason were lovers.  "W-What do you mean," he asked.
	"Jason hates Chloe," she said, "and you hanging out with him can
only mean that he's trying to get you to do something bad to Chloe."
	"What," Shawn exclaimed, outraged.  "That's ridiculous."
	"Is it?"
	"Think about it, Belle, first, Chloe's my friend and I`m not gonna
do anything to hurt her.  Second, I'm not some naive little boy who does
whatever anyone tells him to."
	"I didn't mean to--"
	"And third," Shawn cut in, "Jason's my friend, too.  And if you'd
ever get off your high horse, you'd realize he's a great guy.  And I
love---spending time with him.  He`s cool."
	"We're talking about the same Jason who tried to dump pig's blood
on Chloe at the Last Blast Dance?"  Belle looked into Shawn's eyes for an
answer, hoping for a resolution to his animosity.
	"No, we're not talking about the same Jason who did that.  He's
changed.  But you, you'll never change.  In that little fairy tale in your
head, he's like the big bad wolf, and always will be.  But life's not a
fairy tale, Belle, and I sure as hell will never be your Prince Charming."
	Belle's eyes filled with tears as Shawn turned and walked away from
her.

* * * * * * *

	Shawn walked into his house, slamming the door behind him.
	J.T., his younger brother, started crying in his crib.  Hope Brady,
their mom, got up from the sofa to attend to him.
	"Shawn," she reprimanded, "I just got him to sleep."
	"Sorry," he said, cooling off, "I just--I need to call Jason."
	Hope watched as her son ran up the stairs.
	Bo Brady walked into the living room from the kitchen, his mouth
full of a half-eaten ham sandwich.
	"What's up with the Sailor Man," he asked.
	"I don't know," Hope replied, "he said he was going to Salem Place
with Belle, then came back upset.  You don't think they had a lover's spat,
do you?"
	"No, I don't think that at all," Bo said, as he smiled at his wife,
thinking back to the discovery he had made that his son was gay.
	Bo had decided not to tell Shawn that he knew, or that it was him
who posted Craig and Brandon's love-fest onto the internet.  He felt that
Shawn would come to him when the time was right.
	Upstairs in his bedroom, Shawn picked up the phone and dialed
Jason's number.
	"Hello," replied Jason's voice over the telephone, sounding
somewhat depressed Shawn thought.
	"Hey, it's me.  You won't believe--"
	"I can't go away this weekend," Jason said bluntly.
	"What?  Why?"
	"It's my parents.  They're going all parental on me all of a
sudden.  Saying I'm too young to go away to some strange town."
	"Are you serious," Shawn asked, hoping against hope.
	"Dead serious.  I hate them."
	Shawn looked in the mirror across the room, at his beaten
reflection.
	"Well, it's official, this day sucks," he said.  "I already called
the Harmony Inn and placed down a deposit with my credit card and
everything."
	"Oh..." Jason replied, followed by a long pause.  "Then you should
go."
	"I don't wanna go without you."
	"We'll have lots of other times for romantic adventures.  I'll be
eighteen soon, and then we can move away from this stupid town, and live by
our own rules."
	A long pause.
	"But until then," Jason continued, "you should go.  I want you to.
Don't fight me on this one, Shawn Douglas Brady."
	Shawn smiled, knowing that Jason knew he HATED being called by his
full name.
	"Fine," Shawn replied.  "I'll send you a postcard."
	"Coolio," Jason said.  "Hey Shawn?"
	"Yeah?"
	"What are you wearing?"
	Shawn laughed out loud.  "You're not serious."
	"What are you wearing Shawn," Jason repeated, in a more serious
tone.
	"The same thing I was when you saw me three hours ago Jason," Shawn
replied, dripping with sarcasm.
	"Describe it to me," Jason persisted.
	"Fine," Shawn gave in.  "I'm wearing a loose-fitting, button down
blue shirt.  And tan corduroys.  What are you wearing?"
	"Just my gray sweats," Jason replied.  "I just got done mowing the
lawn, and was gonna hop in the shower, so my body is stained with sweat.
Unbutton your shirt."
	Shawn felt his dick growing in his pants, and decided to go all the
way through with his first phone sex experience.  He began unbuttoning his
shirt, revealing his tanned chest.  "My shirt's unbuttoned."
	"Now," Jason instructed, "bring your finger to your lips and put it
into your mouth.  Suck on your finger until it's completely moist and wet."
	Shawn inserted his finger into his mouth, and swallowed it,
imagining it was Jason's dick.
	"Is it wet?"
	"Yeah," Shawn replied, removing his finger.
	"Good, now rub that same finger over your nipples."
	Shawn did as he was told, his body tingling at the feeling of his
own touch.  His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants.
	"How does that feel," Jason asked.
	"Incredible."
	"Imagine your finger is my tongue, and I'm licking your nipples,
teasing you with my touch."
	Shawn let out a sigh, as he began the fantasy.  Jason's tongue was
rubbing against his nipples, playing the tiny black hairs that surrounded
them.
	"Now, I'm licking down your chest, to your abdomen."
	Shawn moved his finger down.
	"I'm licking your belly button.  Tasting the salt of your skin.
Moistening the trail of fine hair that leads down to your dick."
	Jason's voice was becoming breathless, as Shawn realized that he
was jerking off as he spoke.
	"Undo your pants, let them fall to the floor.  But leave your
underwear on."
	Shawn unzipped his pants, doing as he was told.  His dick was
pouched securely in his underwear.
	"Today's Wednesday," Jason said, "so it's tighty-whities, right?"
	"Yeah," Shawn replied, slightly embarrassed.
	"That's hot.  Now leaving your underwear on, put your open palm
against the front of your briefs, and massage your cock, pressing against
it."
	Shawn controlled the urge to whip it out and stroke his dick, and
instead followed Jason's instructions, rubbing his palm against the front
of his underwear.
	"How's that feel."
	"It feels like when you grind your dick against mine when we're
kissing."
	"Good.  Keep on doing that."
	Shawn moaned into the phone, letting Jason know he was into this.
	"I'm laying on top of you, Shawn, kissing you.  Can you feel my
tongue exploring your mouth?"
	"Yes."  Shawn closed his eyes, laying back on the bed.
	"I want you to take out your dick now, but don't stroke it."
	"You're killing me, Jason," Shawn complained.
	"Do it."
	Shawn lifted the top of this briefs, and pulled them down, letting
his cock pop out.
	"Describe it to me," Jason directed.
	"It's rock-hard right now, pointing straight up at my ceiling fan.
There's a drop of pre-cum at the tip."
	"Scoop it up with your finger and taste it."
	Shawn carried out Jason's coaching, tasting his own sweet fluid.
	"Keep on describing your dick."
	"It's throbbing, almost shaking from being so hard.  My balls are
hanging low, the light from the ceiling is reflecting off of them."
	"Move your hand to your balls.  Cup them.  Imagine that is my hand
touching your beauties, rubbing them, playing with them, tickling them."
	"I am...oh, I am."
	"Now, I'm moving down, away from your throbbing cock and balls,
down to your ass."
	Shawn moved his hand down to his ass, fondling his cheeks.
	"Is your finger still wet," Jason asked.
	"Yeah."
	"Good, now press it against your hole.  That's me.  That's my dick
trying to get inside of you."
	Shawn moved his moist finger to his hole, and pressed against it.
	"I want my dick inside of you, Shawn.  Let me push it in.  Relax
yourself and give in."
	Shawn took a deep breath as his finger went inside of him.
	"Uhhh, Jason, you're inside of me."
	"Oh God, you're wrapped around my dick so tightly, Shawn.  I'm
moving in and out of you, thrusting."
	Shawn began thrusting his finger in and out of himself, savoring
the pleasure.  "Jason, I need to--"
	"Go ahead."
	Shawn sandwiched the phone between his ear and shoulder, while
moving his free hand down to his dick.  He began stroking it with a
passion, while still finger-fucking himself, imagining Jason's seven-inch
boner inside of him.
	"I'm...uhhh, fucking you harder....and harder," Jason narrated, his
breath out of control.
	Shawn felt Jason's dick in him, pushing in harder and deeper.
	"Oh yeah, fuck me," Shawn said, "fuck me Jason!  Harder!"
	Jason couldn't even respond, he was so out of breath.  All he could
muster out were tiny whimpers.
	Shawn felt that familiar tingling in his cock.
	"Oh Jason, I'm gonna cum."
	"Me too..."
	Shawn increased the rates of his strokes and thrusts, finally
feeling his ass close in even tighter around his finger as he began to cum.
	Both boys let out a simultaneous groan, as they unloaded
themselves.
	After a few breathless moments, they finally spoke.
	"That was..." Jason began.
	"Fan-frikkin-tastic," Shawn ended, smiling.

* * * * * * * *

	Two days later, Shawn stood in the front doorway of his house,
holding a couple of suitcases.  His parents, Bo and Hope, watched as their
soon prepared to go away for the weekend.
	Hope's face was stained with tears.
	"Fancy-Face," Bo said to her, "he's just going away for the
weekend, save those tears for when he leaves to college."
	"College? Bo!" Hope sobbed even harder.
	Shawn just smiled at them.
	"Well," he said, "I'd better get going before you flood the place,
Mom."
	"Be safe, Sailor Man," Bo said to his son.  "And we expect you to
call every hour on the hour."
	"Dad!"
	"Okay, okay," Bo bargained, "every night then.  You got it?"
	"I got it."

* * * * * * *
	Shawn stood at his Mom's car, loading his suitcases into the trunk,
when he felt someone approaching him from behind.
	He turned around to see Jason.
	"What are you doing here," Shawn asked.  "I thought your parents
said you couldn't come."
	"I still can't," Jason replied.  "I just came to kiss my man
goodbye."
	Jason leaned in and gently kissed Shawn on the lips.  As they
pulled apart, Shawn became suddenly self-aware.
	"Dude, my parents are in the house," he said, "they're probably
watching."
	Jason smiled.  "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."
	"Well, I'd better get going, before you do something else you can't
help yourself from doing."
	"Have fun, Shawn.  I'm really going to miss you."
	"I'm only gonna think about you while I'm gone."
	Shawn looked up at the living room window, then stuck out his hand
to Jason to shake.
	"Whenever we shake hands," Shawn began, "know that I am kissing
you."
	Jason smiled, shaking Shawn's hand.

* * * * * * *
	A few minutes later, as Jason was watching Shawn drive away in his
mother's car towards Harmony, he heard his cell phone ring.
	He picked it up and answered it.  "Hello?"
	"Jason," replied Salem's perkiest female voice.
	"Hi Belle," Jason groaned.
	"Can you come over to my place?  We need to talk right away."  To
Be Continued...

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