Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2012 10:01:06 -0700 From: Benji King Subject: Days of Our Lives Series, Part 9 DAYS OF OUR LIVES 9 "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. ----- "Abigail?" Sonny Kiriakis called his cousin's name through the closed door and knocked again. No answer came. The hallway inside one of the academic buildings at Salem University was quiet, save for the buzzing of the fluorescent lights overhead. It was late, and there didn't seem to be another soul in the building; even the janitorial staff appeared to be gone for the night. Sonny wouldn't be on campus at this hour, either, if not for a call from his cousin, who said she was in her boss's office and sounded unreasonably upset. Uncertain what else to do, Sonny tried the door handle. Somewhat to his surprise, it turned. The lights were on in the office -- but there was no sign of Abigail. Instead, her boss, Professor Austin Reed, was sprawled on the couch. He was passed out, and the bottle of whiskey on the table seemed like a good hint as to how that had happened. Sonny started to back out of the office when Austin roused. He seemed cloudy with confusion. "Sorry, Professor Reed," Sonny said. "Abigail called me and said she was here. She hasn't been picking up her phone, so I. . ." "She left," Austin said as he pulled himself to a sitting position. He dropped his head into his hands. Sonny stood frozen, unsure what to do. Then his phone pinged. "It's Abigail," he said as he checked the text. "She's at home. Sorry to bother you." Austin glanced up at him. There was something terribly pained about the man's face. He was in his 40s and had a weathered quality about his face, but he was still handsome. He looked more vulnerable at the moment than Sonny had ever seen him, though. His blue dress shirt was rumpled and more unbuttoned than it would normally be in the workplace, and his hair was equally as disheveled. "Wait a second," Austin said. Sonny paused as Austin rubbed his eyes. "You like guys, right?" Austin asked. The abruptness of the question threw Sonny a little off-balance. "Yeah, uh, it's kind of my thing." He flashed an affable grin. "Am I, like, over the hill? Just totally gross?" Austin's voice was even raspier than usual, due to having just awoken and probably the drinking. But it made Sonny's answer come even more easily. "No way. You're a great-looking guy." Sonny felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach. "What's wrong?" Austin eyed him warily. "What makes you think something's wrong?" Sonny ticked off the reasons on his fingers: "That bottle's half-empty, you're sleeping in your office late at night, and you're asking me if you're still attractive. Did something happen with you and your wife?" "Yeah." Austin seemed swept away by his thoughts for a few seconds. "Or happened with my wife and someone else, actually." "What? Oh, god, I'm so sorry, Professor Reed. I shouldn't have--" "I'm the one who brought it up. And call me Austin. Please." "Okay. I'm sorry about your wife, Austin. Do you want to talk?" Austin shrugged, but he seemed so burdened that there was no shaking off whatever was bothering him. "I caught her kissing another man," he finally said. "This isn't the first time, either. Back when we were married before, she cheated on me with Mike Horton. Eventually left me for him. I thought this time would be different, but. . . maybe the problem is me." "The problem isn't you." Sonny planted his hands on the arm of the couch and leaned forward. "Wasn't Will's mom, like, obsessed with you for years and years?" "Yeah." Austin let out a strange chuckle. "But she was crazy." Sonny's eyes roamed over Austin. Sure, the guy was no longer in his youthful prime, but there was still something very hot about him. With his shirt unbuttoned, Sonny had a clear view of the dark brown hair covering Austin's chest. It was manly. Virile. "I don't think she was crazy at all," Sonny blurted out. He wished he could catch the words before they escaped, but it was too late. Austin just gave a good-natured grin. "Thanks, kid. But she *was* crazy." Sonny had been in enough of these situations with straight men to know what was happening here. Or to think he knew, at least. He decided to take a minimal risk and sat down on the small couch beside Austin. "I'm really sorry about your wife," Sonny said. "Thanks." The men both went quiet. There was an unmistakable charge in the air, and it was only enhanced by the dead silence of Austin's office and the entire building. The nighttime made everything feel more secretive, more dangerous. "Want a drink?" Austin asked, picking up the bottle. Sonny knew that this was part of the script for the situation. "Sure." Austin handled him the bottle. Sonny took a pull from it, grimacing as the whiskey burned his throat and chest. He handed it back to Austin, who did the same. "So who was it?" Sonny asked as Austin set the bottle back on the table with an ungainly thud. "What?" "The guy your wife cheated on you with. Who was it? I mean, if you don't want to say--" "No. It's fine. It was. . ." Austin sputtered as he forced the name out: "Rafe Hernandez." "Oh. Wow." Rafe was still technically Will's stepdad, though he and Sami were on the verge of divorce. Sonny had definitely given the former FBI agent some appreciative looks since he'd become friends with Will. "I know, right?" Austin said in his usual raspy voice. "He's a stud. He's hotter than me, isn't he?" Sonny could certainly understand why Carrie would be intrigued by Rafe Hernandez and whatever he had in his pants, but it wasn't like she had it so bad at home, either. And right now, he knew what the right answer was. "No way." Sonny felt a blush spreading on his cheeks. "You're much hotter." "Thanks, kid." With that, Austin slapped a hand on Sonny's thigh -- and let it linger there. The touch sent a jolt of arousal right to Sonny's groin. He felt his dick plumping up inside his jeans as Austin's hand rested on his leg. The hell with subtlety, Sonny thought. He mirrored the gesture by placing a hand on Austin's thigh. "You're welcome." Austin flashed a bashful smile toward Sonny and then turned away quickly. But he didn't brush Sonny's hand off, and he didn't remove his own. Sonny took that as all the permission he needed. He let his hand trace slowly over the top of Austin's trouser-clad leg. It felt muscular beneath his touch, and there was a heat radiating from the older man that Sonny found intensely erotic. He stole a look at Austin's crotch; the pants were bunched tight, leaving Austin's balls plainly outlined, and Sonny was sure he could see the outline of a hard-on to the right, too. A moment later, Sonny's palm confirmed that the ridge in Austin's pants was indeed an erection -- and a pretty substantial one, at that. His hand continued to the set of healthy balls trapped by the material of Austin's slacks. An involuntary groan huffed out of Austin as Sonny massaged his nutsac. "Maybe you just need to relax a little. Let off some steam. I'm sure that'll help you feel better." Sonny knew it was a corny line, but it was about all he had right then. "I think you're probably right." Austin slid lower on the generic beige couch, spreading his legs further apart. Sonny's hand traveled upward and massaged that cock. He felt it jump under his touch and decided it was time. Sonny slid off the couch and positioned himself on his knees in front of Austin. His fingers swiftly undid the belt and slacks. As Austin's zipper came down, it revealed that he was wearing a pair of black briefs that left absolutely nothing to to the imagination. Holy shit, that cock looked thick. Sonny rubbed it again through the thin layer of cotton. As soon as he felt a wet spot near the tip, he could no longer help himself. With his own cock hard as steel inside his jeans, Sonny tugged Austin's slacks and briefs down to his ankles. Austin's legs were hairy and muscular. Manly. Hot. The scent of sweat hit Sonny, and when he reached for Austin's balls again, he felt that they were warm and a little damp with sweat. That somehow made the whole thing even hotter. And that cock. It had to be the same size as Brady Black's monster -- with one major difference: where Brady's pubes had been trimmed down to stubble, Austin's bush was wild with curly, dark brown hairs. His dick was a dark pink, almost red, color, with no shortage of veins. It looked like it had a mind of its own. It looked angry. If everyone could see this thing, they would understand why Sami Brady had gone so crazy. Sonny grabbed it with one hand and then slipped his mouth over the head. The taste of Austin's precum hit his tongue just as the musk coming off Austin's crotch filled his nose. He'd given his friend Dustin head a few weeks ago, during a drunken night of hanging out, but the difference between the two experiences was the difference between servicing a boy and servicing a real man. Austin let out an appreciative grunt as Sonny's lips worked the ridge where his cockhead met his shaft. Sonny focused on that spot for a few minutes, swiping his tongue along the sensitive underside on the upstrokes. He finally let his hand grip lower down on the shaft; Austin's dick was pulsing in his hand. Sonny's mouth traveled lower, taking in a little more of the big cock with each dip. He felt a generous dollop of precum coating his tongue as he rose up and then plunged down the hot, manly stalk rising from Austin's hairy crotch. He started preparing his throat, opening it a little wider as he moved, and when Sonny's nose finally landed in Austin's bush, the older man's whole body jolted hard, burying his dickhead firmly in Sonny's throat. "Damn," Austin muttered as he looked down to see Sonny holding his dick in there like a pro. Sonny's own rock-hard piece was in agony inside his tight jeans. He stroked Austin with his hand and mouth a few more times, giving him the full deep-throat treatment, before he returned to shorter strokes so that he could unzip his own pants. After a minute or two of jerking himself while still blowing Austin, Sonny pulled off and rose to his feet. "What's wrong?" Austin asked. "Nothing. There's something else that's gonna feel even better, that's all." Sonny's dick stuck lewdly out of his pants while he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He watched Austin eyeing his dick and wondered if it was the first hard-on Austin had seen up-close besides his own. But Austin's attention shifted as Sonny unwrapped a condom. "I promise this'll feel awesome," Sonny said. "Sonny, I don't know. . ." "I promise." Sonny started to roll the condom over Austin's big cock. Whatever reservations Austin had seemed to fall away at the intimate contact. Sonny pulled a packet of lube from his wallet and, as he opened it and lubed up his ass, looked at Austin sitting there on the couch, his pants around his ankles and his condom- clad dick standing at attention. Sonny finished lubing up his hole but let his finger graze at the entrance for a few seconds longer. Damn, he needed a dick up there. Austin's dick, to be exact. "Wait. One more thing," Sonny said, and he began unbuttoning Austin's shirt to expose his hairy torso. Austin was in great shape, with large pecs and a taut stomach. He was in better shape than a lot of guys half his age. Sonny refrained from commenting on what an idiot Carrie must be and instead turned around. Holding up his shirt with one hand, he lowered himself backward and reached behind him with his free hand to guide Austin's dick to his waiting hole. Sonny was no stranger to getting fucked, and he had a number of toys in his bedside drawer that he used pretty frequently, but Austin's thick penis still took a few seconds to get used to. "Damn, that's tight," Austin said as Sonny hovered atop the first inch or two of his dick, waiting for his hole to adjust so that he could add more. As soon as it was ready, he did exactly that. He slid inch after inch of Austin's hot cock up his hungry hole. As his body adjusted to the invasion, Sonny started flexing the muscles back there so that he was milking Austin's dick with his ass every time he rose up on it -- only to sink back down and impale himself again. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Austin was transfixed by the sight of his big fat cock being swallowed up by Sonny's ass. Then he felt Austin's rough hands reaching around to work their way up under Sonny's shirt. Instinctively, he sucked in as the hands roamed over his lightly fuzzy stomach. Sonny was a bit self-conscious about his body lately. He'd been so busy opening up his coffee house that he had neglected workouts at the gym. Austin's fingers found his nipples and started tweaking them, and Sonny tossed his head back in lusty appreciation. Then Austin thrust up into him, and Sonny's prostate took immediate note. He let out a whimper. "You like that?" Austin said with a cocky laugh. "Love it." So Austin did it again. He drew his dick out and then drove it back in, hitting Sonny's prostate dead-on. Sonny gasped at the otherworldly sensation. His rock- hard dick twitched, and he reached down to give it a rough tug. "Here. Wait," Sonny said, pulling himself off Austin's dick. "What are you doing?" Sonny bent over and rested his palms flat on the coffee table. "Here. Go for it. Pound my ass, you hot stud." Sonny wasn't sure whether it was the sight of his waiting hole or the compliments, but it only took a few seconds for Austin to be back inside him. The older man began to fuck with abandon. Sonny rocked back and forth, wanting to get as much of that hot as he could inside him. He groaned in pleasure when he felt Austin's sweaty pubes brushing against his bare ass. "I wanna feel you explode inside me," Sonny said. "Fuck yeah." Austin's thrusts increased in speed -- and in ferocity. There was something angry about his movements, like he felt he had something to prove. Sonny's own prick couldn't wait any longer. He balanced his weight on one arm and used the other to jerk his dick. Between Austin's girth filling his hole, the constant pushing on his prostate, and his own rapid hand movements, it took maybe a minute before Sonny cried out in pleasure and let gobs of cum fly all over the coffee table. "You're making me cum!" he yelled. "This is so fucking hot. You're so fucking hot. . ." His words devolved into gibberish as his orgasm subsided. Austin grunted and gave one final push into Sonny. The younger man, still reeling from own intense cum, felt Austin's dickhead flare inside him. He felt the spasming that meant Austin's hot cum was filling that condom. It took a minute for them to catch their breath. Slowly, Austin pulled out of Sonny's ass. Sonny, breathing hard, stood up and turned around. He saw Austin tying off the condom, which was indeed full of jizz. "So hot," Sonny said as he stared at the little baggy of Austin Reed's baby batter. "Hell of an ass you've got," Austin said breathlessly as he threw the condom in the trashcan and then plopped back on the couch. His dick was still plump with blood, but it was falling to the left now. "Guess you and your wife are even now," Sonny said as he pulled up his pants and underwear. Austin flashed him a dazed smile. "Guess so." Sonny zipped up his jeans. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. But if you're ever feeling unappreciated again. . ." "You got it, kid," Austin said as he sat there, hot and hairy and sweaty with his legs spread open and his full dick resting on his thigh. Sonny wanted to dive back down and gobble it up again, but instead he let himself out of the office, grinning to himself and wondering if there really might be a repeat encounter. ----- What did you think of Sonny and Austin's hook-up? Who do you want to see in the next chapter? Drop me a line at benjiking83@gmail.com with your thoughts, or just to say hi!