Dudes of our Lives By Justin Miller (justinmiller36@hotmail.com
This is fiction, merely the spawn of my imagination. I'm sure that these words don't represent any real reflection of the true thoughts and actions of the fictional residents of the fictional town of Salem USA. Although I certainly wish that they did.
"Days Of Our Lives" and it's characters are trademarks of and copyright Corday Productions Inc., in association with Columbia Pictures Television.
This story is a work of fiction based on characters from the aforementioned NBC soap opera. It is not meant to imply the true sexual behavior of the actors playing these characters, or the characters themselves.
If you're not interested in reading stories about men gettin' jiggy with other guys, I'd suggest trying another website!
Chapter One: Looking for a playmate
Lucas Roberts was freakin' bored! Sure, life in Salem was better than being in a coma, but not by much. He was sitting on a bench at Salem Place, counting the days (weeks, months, years) since he'd gotten any action. Geez, not since marrying that uber-cunt Nicole Walker. That had been a bad move. Before that, he'd slept with Sami Brady, which makes him 0 for 2 in the successful relationship department. That meant that he was spending a lot of time pounding his pud. He snuck his hand down his conveniently loose khakis and adjusted his dick--it seemed that it was always hard nowadays. There was already some pre-cum leaking from his cock-he needed some relief and soon.
Ever since coming out of the coma, he had been working hard to regain some muscle tone. Never a beefy boy, Lucas was proud of the progress that he had made. His pecs were firm again, and his shoulders were broader than they had ever been. It hadn't taken much work to get some definition in his abs, and his butt was rock-solid. "Damn, I'm a fine piece of man," he though to himself. "I should be in prime demand in this town. Why am I sitting here alone?"
He needed a change in scenery, so he strolled over to the Java Cafe. Maybe some cyber chatting would get him some action. Some man-action. He had closely guarded his #1 secret over the years, always putting up pretenses of straightness. He even had a son, which further proved his masculinity. But what he really wanted was a strong, devastatingly handsome man to love him, and make love to him. But he know that his world would flip upside down if he ever got "outed". Sami would take Will away from him and his mother would never feel the same way about her "favorite son" again. No, better to keep up his unofficial acting career and keep his urges away from the public.
He settled in front of a terminal with a mocha and logged onto www.hotguyz.com for some chatting. He selected his screen name for this session, "FarmBoy69", so that he could pretend that he was a much simpler person, not burdened with all the trappings of money and status. He could be a strapping young musclestud who like to bale hay by day and fuck guys in the loft by night. He licked his lips and scrolled through the screen to see who else was there. Aaah, RichKid69 was there (doesn't anyone else use a number besides 69?) He had had many hot sessions online with this guy back at Victor's mansion. He wasn't going to be able to pull his pud out here, but he would at least see what happened here.
In the coffeehouse walked in Shawn Brady and Belle Black, making googly eyes at each other. Lucas couldn't help but stare at the young teen's taut body. Shawn had on one of his many white wifebeaters, showing off his growing biceps and perky nipples. "Damn, he's fine", Lucas said, under his breath. Shawn was heading his way, and Lucas was paralyzed by the sight of the dark haired stud. Suddenly panic-stricken, Lucas quickly logged onto the Wall Street Journal site and pretended to be pouring over his stock quotes as Shawn approached him.
"Hey there, Lucas", Shawn said, pausing briefly as Belle walked towards the restroom. "How ya' doing" "I'm okay, I guess. Stocks are on the rise again" (So's my cock, he thought) "That's good news for you, I suppose. Hey I gotta run. Catch you later"
Lucas watched Shawn walk away, scouting out a table across the room. He stared intently at the teen's denim-clad ass. Each cheek rose and fell like the tide. Lucas closed his eyes and imagined rubbing his hands up and down Shawn's hairless butt. "Man, if could just be Belle for a day, that little butt would be all mine", he muttered to himself.
He hit the Back button and saw that RichKid69 had moved onto to talking to someone else. He sent him a message: "Kid--you up for anything" "Is that you, Farmy" "Yep, been thinking about you all week" "Is that so?" "Yeah-I wanna to get that fat dick on my lips" "So good--gimme more" "Ooh, licking all over the big old head, now down the shaft, up and down" "Rub my balls" "I'm on it--they're so big and hairy" "Tweek my nipples, dude" "I'm moving up your hard abs and up to your pink nipples. Biting one and squeezing the other. Mmmm"
Lucas slid a hand down into his crotch and gazed over towards Shawn. Belle still wasn't there, but Shawn had his hands behind his head, showing off his powerful arms and hairy pits. Lucas gave his cock a squeeze and turned back to the screen. He was an expert at one-handed typing.
"Man, Farmy, I gotta get my rocks off for real. This cybershit is just too slow" "Sorry, there's this hottie kid here that's making me way horny." "It's alright, but I gotta get some head soon. Do you want to meet?" "I dunno--where would we go? I can't get caught." "I know this great place, down by the wharf." "Well, I'm really horny too, and this kid here's straight, so I guess we could meet."
Lucas logged off after getting the directions. He knew that part of the wharf was very secluded, so he didn't think that they'd be disturbed. When he got there, he didn't see anyone else. He ducked behind a pallet and waited.
A tall, blond in a ball cap and dark sunglasses turned the corner. He had a leather jacket with no shirt on. It was dark and the newcomber's face was in the shadows. But Lucas liked what he saw. There were 2 well defined pecs framed by the open jacket, and his rippled abs glistened in the moonlight.
"Farmy--ya' here?", the stranger whispered.
Lucas stepped out into the alleyway and approached the hunk. He gasped. It was Brady Black.
Brady whipped off his shades. "Roberts--what the....are you FarmBoy." "No, I..I..I dunno what..who you're talking about", Lucas stuttered. "You do so, you little cocktease. I've seen you looking at me before, like the other day at the gym. You want me-you want me bad!" "What I want you to do is suck my cock, Brady" said Lucas, trying to sound tough. He started to unzip his zipper. "Fuck that, queer boy. You're going to be eating my load like a good little cocksucker", Brady sneered.
Lucas backed away, but Brady reached out with his powerful arms and grabbed the smaller boy. He pushed Lucas down to his knees and put his hands firmly on Lucas' head.
"Go ahead-pull it out"
Lucas thought about putting up a fight, but the lure of getting his lips on Brady's hot rod was too much to pass up. He rubbed the palm of his hand over Brady's engorged crotch and felt the missile awaiting him. He tugged at Brady's button fly jeans and slid them downward. Out popped Brady's boner, a fat, veiny 9" schlong with a pair of hairy obs hanging low. Lucas let out a low moan.
"Geez-you've got a big one" "Go on-jack it a bit"
Lucas wrapped his hand around the cut shaft and started running his hand up and down the satiny shaft. Brady thrusted in rhythm to Lucas' handjob. With his free hand, Lucas reached up and felt under's Brady's jacket. Brady's chest was firm and hairless, except for some scattered hair around his sharp nipples. Lucas licked his forefinger and started rubbing Brady's man-tits. Brady quivered with excitement. Lucas pulled down on Brady's rockhard dick and let it slap back against his washboard stomach.
"Now, get that hot little mouth on my pole" said Brady. "I thought you'd never ask." "Less talk, more spit" laughed Brady, thrusting his hips into Lucas' palms. A dribble of pre-cum oozed out of Brady's fat cockhead.
Lucas licked his lips and started sucking gently on the hot blond's cockhead. Brady had other ideas and thrusted his prick hard into Lucas' mouth. The shaft slid down his throat, scaping against Lucas' teeth.
"Son of a bitch-watch your goddamned teeth, boy", Brady sneered. "Sorry," Lucas mumbled, mouth full of man-meat.
Again, Brady thrust his prick down Lucas' throat, this time stopping only when his pubes were up against Lucas' chin. Lucas momentarily gagged, then started backing off the huge dick, twirling his tongue along the underside. He stopped halfway up and started back down. The musky smell of Brady's crotch was intoxicating to Lucas and he inhaled deeply through his nose. He began bob up and down on the stiff pole while Brady kept his hands on the back of Lucas' head, guiding his movements.
"God, you've got a vacuum for a mouth, Roberts. You do this often?"
Lucas pulled off the thick stalk. "No, just for you stud." He began nibbling on the tender cockhead.
"Take it all, fagboy". Brady slammed Lucas' throat with all 9" of cock. He held the kneeling boy's head down and started grinding his pubes into Lucas' face. Lucas gasped for air, then kept on sucking. He savored the salty flavor of the stud's monster prong. With his other hand, he grabbed Brady's hairy nutsack and rolled them in his palm.
Weeks of frustration with Chloe was pent up in Brady, and the hot action that Lucas was working on his crotch was more than he could take. His asscheeks tightened as his orgasm shot through his shaft and out the head.
"Aaaah...I'm gonna spooge, dude," cried Brady. "Whaaa..." Lucas mumbled as he tried to back off the exploding prick, but it was too late. A volley of cum shot down to Lucas' tonsils. A second stream erupted out of Brady's huge member and covered Lucas' nostrils and upper lip with a shiny layer of man-cream.
"Man, I'm spent. You really suck a mean cock, Roberts." "Now, it's my turn, Black. Wanna taste some of this?" Lucas pointed to the bulge in his khakis.
Brady stood and and tucked his sticky cock back into his jeans. "Sorry, dude. I'm not into that fag stuff. I ain't blowin' no guy. I'm outa here. Later, fairy." He turned around and disappeared around the corner.
Lucas wiped the cum off his face onto his shirt sleeve and sat down on the ground, putting his head in his hands. He thought that Brady was going to return the favor. He had fleeting, yet grand, hopes of Brady being the one, the great love of his life. Turns out that Brady just wanted to use him.
"Why doesn't anyone want me?" Lucas muttered softly.
To be continued...
If you like what you read, let me know. If there's interest, I've got quite a journey planned for Mr. Roberts. You can e-mail me at justinmiller36@hotmail.com