Be warned. This is a story about men who have consensual sex with other men. If that's not your thing, go away. If it's not legal for you to view this material, also go away.
This is an experiment. It's mostly formatted like a journal in the first person, and follows a fellow named Wayne as he stumbles around through life. Some elements are mundane, and then some elements are less so. But that's how life is for most of us.
There will also be parts that are simply a first person account rather than the journal.
If it's not too strange, and there are people who like the work then I'll continue posting additions.
I hope you enjoy it. Be patient. You'll be rewarded with a couple of sexy scenes later in this section.
Contact me at: Waynkenwriter@gmail.com It would be lovely to hear your thoughts on my work.
Wayne's Journal - Week 1
30 November 2017, Thursday 8:35PM
Hanging out at Old Town Coffee and Chocolate. Nice spot. Free wi-fi. Good coffee - though I stuck with decaf tonight. It has a mismatch of tables, chairs, lighting and patrons. Been coming here for years, and I dig it.
My study buddy, Daniel, just left. I found him on a Facebook group for other folks going through the ACE (American Council on Exercise) certification. We're both doing the personal trainer course, and we both started the course at almost the same time. It's a self-pace kinda thing, and will end in a national certification. But we've only got 6 months after paying the fee to register for the certification exam.
I'm lucky to have found him. He's a smart dude, and the course has turned out to be an actual challenge. At first I was just plowing through it solo. But then I hit the anatomy and physiology stuff, along with some psychology. And that's when I went on the Facebook group, hoping I could get help from the interwebz. But the fact that he lives in Eureka, and had just begun the program too was too good to pass up. He suggested we meet a couple of times a week to study in person, and I jumped on that.
His story is pretty similar to mine. He's a guy who started getting back into shape after years of self-neglect. He let it get to be his obsession (me too!) and decided to channel it into a way to earn some money. Sounds spectacular to me. He's farther along than I am in the journey of fitness. The guy is a little over 6' tall, buff and a good looking dude, there's no missing that. So he already looks the part of a personal trainer. I'm getting there, but I'll need to keep working to equal the progress he's made. He's also a few years younger than I am, so he's got that on his side. Bastard.
We both still have regular jobs, and I don't see that changing, at least not for me. Not for a long time at least. I figure I'll just do trainer gigs on the weekends for some extra cash. And the thought of helping people get to their best self is wildly appealing.
All right. It's almost 9PM, and that means it's time for me to head out. I get up to go to the gym in 7 hours. Ughhhh.
01 December 2017, Friday 9:15PM
Life is funny. After work today I decided to study some more on my own and I headed to the coffee shop. Lo and behold, Daniel was there. He'd arrived only a few minutes ahead of me, and obviously had the same idea. I guess he likes Old Town Coffee and Chocolates too.
We did more studying. After a while, Daniel gave me a little hell. He asked "So how come you didn't ask if I wanted to study with you today? Wanted the table all to yourself?" I could tell from his grin that he was proud of himself.
"No." I said. "I didn't think you'd want to give up your Friday night to do more studying. Figured you'd have social engagements leading up to the weekend."
He laughed. "Ah, no. There's not much socially here for me." He went back to his reading. I couldn't help but think that if a good looking dude like him doesn't have a shot at a social life in Eureka, then I'm well and truly fucked.
After we were done and packing up Daniel asked what I was doing over the weekend. I had put my materials in my backpack, and just waved it at him. "More of this." I sighed. "Apparently I have no life." He just smiled. "Yeah. Same. Wanna meet back up here? Is 9 too early for a Saturday morning?"
So we've got another session planned. It's fun hanging with him, and we get a lot of studying done. I don't really have many friends here, other than the perfunctory ones from work. It'd be kinda nice to have another, particularly one as interested in fitness as I am.
All right, another night done. No workout for me over the weekend, as they're my rest days. I admit, I need it. Till next time.
02 December 2017, Saturday 12:15PM
Daniel and I have been at it since 9. I'm working on my third non-fat latte right now. We're about done I think.
Saturday 2:45PM
Ahhh ... home sweet home.
And yep, we were done. He suggested we go grab some lunch when he came back from the bathroom. We went to Hana. Had a few rolls of sushi, and some miso soup. Was really good on this rainy day.
He's an interesting guy. He's obviously driven and it's so awesome to talk to someone who is on a similar path as I am. During lunch I found out a little more about him. He's from San Diego. Let himself get pretty out of shape down there, and saw just how shallow and idiotic people could be. I know that pretty well. So he ditched his judgmental friends and began working on himself, getting back into good shape. And he came to Humboldt State for their life science program. He decided to switch over to Kinesiology after a semester once he realized he was a natural at coaching others in the gym. He graduated this year with his Bachelors Degree, and now wants to add the Physical Trainer certification to his resume.
Huh. I never did ask where he worked. I bet he could get a job at any of our local gyms now if he wanted, even without the certification. A degree is bound to be worth something.
After we ate we exchanged numbers. If something happened and I lost his info from the Facebook group, I didn't want to totally lose a way to contact him. He was actually the one to suggest it, and did so in a funny way. Was almost shy when he asked. It was mildly amusing. Why would I say no?
Anyhow, it is feeling a lot more likely that he and I will be hanging out, even after the certification process is over. Hurray! New friend! :-)
03 December 2017, Sunday 6:00PM
My legs are RIPPING sore. Worked them hard on Friday, and they are PISSED OFF today. I made an appointment at Cafe Mokka, the coffee shop/hot tub place in Arcata. I'm here waiting for my tub to be ready. It's still rainy, and it's gonna be pure heaven to sit in the water, with the rain falling, sipping my iced hibiscus tea. I love that all the tubs are outdoors, protected only by high fences. Ah, they called my name. Going to enjoy my tub!
Sunday 7:15PM
Just got home. I felt like a limp noodle after ½ an hour in the tub. It was so nice! After the tub I went to the used bookstore for a little to browse. I got a compliment from the woman behind the counter about my weight loss (yeah, I'm a regular there). That felt nice too! :-D I've lost 35 lbs now. Down to 195. Another 15 and I'll be at my goal weight. For my 5'11" frame, that's about all I can lose and keep all the muscle I've put on. I have also noticed that my abs are beginning to actually LOOK like abs. That was one of the most exciting things I've seen related to my efforts so far. Never had abs before. So yeah, pretty stoked about that!
Got a text from Daniel while I was bumming around Arcata. He told me I'd better look at chapter 6 in our manual, as it's a whopper. If he's saying it's tough then I'd better get to reading.
04 December 2017, Monday 7:00PM
Daniel was right. This chapter is tough! A lot of terms to remember, and a lot of application of those terms to how the body moves in space. This is gonna be a rough quiz I think. :-s I texted to thank him, and have been studying since I got home from work. He asked if I'd wanna do some more study time during the week. We're gonna eat dinner on Wednesday, and then study for a couple more hours. His idea. I offered to cook since I've got a good sized place, ability to throw a meal together, and I love cooking.
Weirdly nervous. What is that about?
I need to clean this place.
05 December 2017, Tuesday 12:45PM
I went shopping at the Co Op over my lunch. Picked up all the makings of Tortilla Chicken Soup. Just what the doctor ordered on this cold week. Am gonna prep everything tonight, and load up my Dutch oven. It'll be ready to pop on the stove soon as I get home tomorrow. I'm excited to share a meal I made with another person! Usually cooking for one, and that gets old. Okay, lunch over. Back to work.
Tuesday 5:45PM
Just got home from work. It's time to clean a little more and get dinner for tomorrow prepped. I need to relax about this. My belly is flopping around like a fish just thinking about having Daniel here. Jeez, what the hell. He's a nice guy. No need to stress over it. I guess I just want him to like my food.
06 December 2017, Wednesday 6:00PM
Okay! Dinner has been on the stove for a ½ hour. I've chopped all the garnishes. There's Greek Yogurt as a substitute for sour cream. He just wanted water to drink, so I've got a pitcher waiting for ice water out on the table. The house is clean.
Dinner should be finished in another 45 minutes or so. He's coming by at 7. It's almost perfect timing.
I realized yesterday that we won't get much studying done. We both get up hella early. So it's not like we'll be up and awake much past 10PM. But I don't really care. It'll be fun to hang out and share a meal with him.
I think we're both pretty lonely. Though I honestly have no idea why he would be. He must have to fend off attention - the way he looks and carries himself.
Wednesday 9:30PM
What the fuck. I can't even think right now. Oh my god.
07 December 2017, Thursday 3:14AM
I can't sleep. I woke up to pee, and I'm too excited and happy to go back to sleep. And ... and I don't even know what else.
Writing helps ... so that's what I'm gonna do.
So, Daniel came over, right on time at 7. We got a big bowl of soup each, garnished it up, and sat down to enjoy our food. He was dressed really well, super smiley and happy, and kept saying how good the food was. That made me deliriously happy. I mean, like he made me believe I could have taken on Bobby Flay or something.
After we ate I washed the dishes. He came to join me, and he stood there and dried them as I washed. We chatted about our program and just stuff. I noticed that our arms touched now and again, and he didn't seem put off by it. And ... I couldn't help but notice how my body reacted to him.
I totally got wood, just standing close to him. I mean, it had been a while for me. You know? Not had a girl over in over a year. But I've never reacted to a dude like that. I was thankful that I was wearing fairly loose jeans. I could hide things by turning my hips a little, and careful positioning.
After dishes were done he put his arm around my shoulders, and asked if I was ready to study. I made myself not look at him and nodded. I could tell he was looking at my face. He was so close. I could feel the heat from him.
He leaned in really close, and his voice dropped in both tone and volume. "You sure you wanna study?" He whispered. His arm was still around my shoulders, and I felt him grip my right arm where his hand draped over. His breath was warm on my neck, and smelled of the soup and the cilantro he used to garnish it.
I looked over at him. He just stared at me. No mistaking what he meant or wanted. And ... I can't believe it, but I just went for him. It was like someone else was driving and I couldn't stop myself. I leaned in and kissed him. And that was like nothing I've ever ever known.
The way I felt kissing him ... god. I don't even know. He was stubbly, and his body was angular, hard and pressed against me. And he was aggressive. His hand was on the back of my head, and I heard myself moan. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I could feel his through his jeans, rubbing against me as he slowly ground his hips into mine.
He dragged me into the living room, and kissed me all the while. I felt desperate to get his clothes off, and my own along with them. We began stripping one another, and soon we were both down to our boxer briefs. He pushed me onto the couch and climbed on top of me.
While we made out, he ground his hips into mine. We were both still in our underwear, but fuck it felt great. The material caused a ton of friction, and he was doing all kinds of things that turned me on - his hands were on my head and neck, and running up and down my sides and we never stopped kissing.
I couldn't believe it, but I felt the start of an orgasm approach. I remember my head dropped back on the couch, and my mouth opened. I looked up at him, and his eyes bored into mine. His stare was intense, sexy, and focused. His hips began moving more insistently, and I knew he was close too.
His jaw began to work and I watched as his eyes fluttered closed. "Fuck." He said, the word a breathless monotone. And I felt his cock spasm between us. I pulled his mouth to mine again. My orgasm wouldn't be put off any longer, and suddenly I joined him. It was the most intense sensation I'd ever had. At least to this point in my life. I was mindless while it took me. We both grunted, moved, and kissed. The smell of semen began to waft to my nose, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of our release soaking my boxer briefs.
He lay there on top of me for a few moments, still breathing hard. Slowly, both of our bodies relaxed. Breathing calmed, and I could feel my heart rate slow to something closer to normal.
He lifted himself up a bit and looked at me. I guess my face must have had an expression that concerned him. "Are you okay?"
I reached up and pulled him back to me. We kissed again. This time slowly. I rubbed my hand through his short hair, and reveled at the sensation of his rough stubbly face against my skin. After a minute or two I released him and leaned back so I could focus on him. His face was slack, his eyes were closed and he licked his lips.
"Fuck, you can kiss." He said, then opened his eyes and grinned. He lifted himself a little and looked down at our messy groins. "Uh ... you mind if I take a quick shower? I didn't plan on doing this tonight, and I'm not quite as prepared as I should have been."
I grinned at him. "What? I was just too tempting to pass up?" I still couldn't believe what had happened, and I found myself rubbing his head and back. He closed his eyes again, and lay back down with a sigh.
"You keep doing that, and one of two things is gonna happen." I heard him smile. "Either I get another woody and I start humping you again, or you put me to sleep."
"Honestly, either of those are fine with me." I smelled his hair and found that I liked that about him too. I was dumbfounded by how I felt. This guy was a huge turn on for me, and it felt so natural. I could feel his breathing slow, and I kept stroking his head. True to his word, soon he was asleep. So I lay there. This handsome guy sprawled on top of me, and I was the most comfortable and satisfied I had ever been in my life.
I must have drifted off, because I woke up a couple of hours later. Daniel was just waking up too. He must have moved, which in turn woke me.
"I told you." He smiled, and yawned. "I'm almost always under-slept, and you knocked me out." He pushed himself up and stood. I looked up at his body, and his still slightly wet briefs as he stretched. He noticed my looking at him. "What?"
"Just ... looking at you." I reached out and put a hand on his hip. "You're a handsome guy."
He leaned down and kissed me. Then he pulled away and smiled. "So are you, ya know." I shook my head and he nodded with a grin.
He straightened back up, looked at the clock and sighed. "Okay. I should get back to my place, and let you sleep." He didn't seem happy about that.
"Stay here." I blurted out and felt myself blush. "I ... uh, if you want to." I sat up on the couch. "We can shower, get clean." I pointed at his briefs. "I can throw those and the rest of your clothes in the laundry. Then I'll set an alarm for an hour and put them in the dryer. They'll be ready for you tomorrow."
He looked at me, considering. Then he smiled broadly. "I really want to."
I stood and pulled him to me, our hips and chests touching. "Then do it." I immediately began to get hard, and so did he.
"I ... I need workout clothes."
"I have some you can borrow, and it looks like those shoes you wore can pull double duty in the gym and at work." I kissed him.
He groaned and pulled his lips away. "Is my car okay where I parked?"
"Yes. It's under a light, and in front of my house. It's a good neighborhood. Nothing is gonna happen to it." I kissed him again. This time he put his hand on the back of my head and I could feel any resistance he had crumble. After a moment he smiled.
"All right. Get that laundry started."
"That'll require you to strip these off." I put my thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, and slowly moved them around his waist.
"Only if you do too." He tugged at the waist of my underwear. I inhaled as his hand wandered down to my cock and balls. He was back to kissing me. It pained me greatly, but I had to stop things so I could get our clothes in the laundry. Otherwise we'd never have gotten to sleep.
I peeled myself away from Daniel, and we both stripped. I couldn't help but stare at him. His body was beautiful, and his cock matched perfectly. He is circumcised, and it was hard, but pointed down from its own weight. He looked to be quite a bit above average. Slightly longer and thicker than my own.
He seemed to like what he saw when he looked at me. "You'd better get those clothes going." He absently fondled himself. "Otherwise we're going to end up on the couch again."
I threw all our clothes in the laundry, and started the machine. When I came back to the living room he was gone. I looked down the hall, and could see the master bedroom light was on. I walked in to find him splayed, naked face down on the bed. He turned his face toward me, and he cracked a smile when I appeared in the doorway.
I climbed onto the bed and sat beside him. I gently began to run my hand up and down his neck, back, and down to his nicely shaped rear. He closed his eyes. "You can do this to me anytime you want."
I chuckled. "You might want to modify that statement. Because I think I could do this for a long time." He grinned. I noticed my touch brought out chill bumps on him, and that made me glad - happy he reacted so powerfully to me. I repositioned myself so my cock wasn't digging into the blanket and was more comfortable. Just touching him turned me on.
He rolled over and pulled me on top of him. His cock was leaking, and I could smell him. His scent drove me crazy - a mix of soap, his natural musk, and shaving cream. I felt my breathing increase. He kissed me, and his hands were all over my ass, back and neck. Involuntary motion at my hips began, and I ground my cock into his.
"Wait." He gasped. "Do you have any lube?" He smiled savagely. "And a condom?"
I nodded. Suddenly I realized what this would imply. "I ... I uh, have never done this before."
He looked at me, almost disbelieving. "You've never had sex?"
"No. I mean, I have had sex. Just ... not with a man."
"Whoa." He sat up, and I rolled to his side. "Really?" He looked at my eyes, searching for a joke, or a lie. "You've really never done this with a guy?"
I felt a blush of embarrassment and looked down. "I really haven't." I couldn't help but feel like I had somehow screwed up. "If that's a problem, then ..."
"No." He said quickly. "No, it's not." He seemed to realize that I was being truthful. His voice was patient, and there was no judgment in it. "I'm just surprised. I mean, you really seem to know what you want, and what you're doing." He lifted my chin and whispered. "That's a good thing." He kissed me really gently. It was soft and lingering and sweet. I could feel the decision centers of my brain shut down - I just wanted to do whatever he wanted me to do.
I opened the drawer of the bedside table. He took the condom and the lube from me, then he looked at my eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I nodded immediately. He smiled. "Lay on your back." He said in a sure, authoritative tone. He opened the condom as I did, and bent to kiss me again. I was relieved that he was taking charge, and I admit ... it turned me on for him to order me around.
I gasped as he gripped my cock. He rolled the condom down my shaft, and fondled my balls with his other hand. Everything he did felt so good. I heard the lube bottle open, and he smeared a good amount on the outside of the condom. Then he reached back to put some on himself. He straddled my hips, and he went back to kissing me.
I felt him gently move my dick till the head pressed against him. Slowly, the pressure on my cock increased. He never stopped kissing me. My hands were all over his head, body, and his cock. He smiled. "Okay, leave my dick alone for a minute. I need to concentrate on relaxing my ass, and it's tough to do when you're stroking me."
"Okay." We went back to kissing. I think I could kiss him for hours. He exhaled and I felt the helmet of my penis slide past what felt like a really tight ring of muscle. He opened his mouth and exhaled again. "You okay?" My voice was strained. It was hard not to just buck my hips up into him. The pressure on my cockhead was amazing, and I wanted nothing less than to sink all of it into him. But first I wanted to be sure he was all right.
"Yes. It has just been a while." He kissed me and smiled. "This has to be slow. Let me control things at first."
I nodded. We made out, and inch by inch he was able to relax. I could feel his muscles alternate between gripping tight to my shaft, and releasing the iron hold on me. During the relaxing phases he descended, until finally he sat completely on my hips.
He just sat there at first. His hands were on my chest, and his head was down. He breathed steadily, in through his nose and out through his mouth. After about thirty seconds he opened his eyes and grinned. "Okay. Do your worst."
I smiled back. I gently bucked my hips, and both of us groaned. He was incredibly tight. My hands found his waist, and I began pulling him down on me as I pushed my hips up. His eyes rolled back into his head, and I felt his cock leak fluid on my belly and chest.
"Ah ... I ... this is not going to take long." He said, in a breathless tone, and I could hear the surprise in his voice. He gripped his dick, and began to pump it in time to my hips. I gritted my teeth and an inarticulate moan escaped me. He was right. There was no holding back what was about to happen.
After only a few minutes the inevitable release began. Daniel was working hard, trying to wait for me but he lost his battle. With a curse he shot semen in thick ropes all over my chest and neck. His body clamped down on my cock, and I gasped as I responded with my own orgasm. My hips worked overtime, pumping up into him again and again.
Finally the tremors of the moment subsided and I lay panting on the bed. Daniel put his hands on my chest and leaned into me. We kissed, and he lifted his hips letting my cock slip out of him. After a minute, he pulled back to look at me. He seemed to be looking for something.
At that moment I felt content, and a sense of wonderment washed over me. I reached up and rubbed his face. "Where the hell did you come from?" He smiled when I said it. And to myself I wondered what he had done to me.
We cleaned up and showered. Then we went to bed. We both got in naked and he let me spoon him. He sighed deeply against my chest. My skin tingled, and I felt utterly comfortable with my arm draped across his flat belly and narrow hips.
"Goodnight Wayne. You evil tempter." He said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
I laughed. "Goodnight Daniel." I nuzzled the back of his neck, and breathed in his scent and his warmth. In short order we were both asleep.
Now it's a bit after 4 AM and almost time to wake him. I already dried and folded our clothes, so he's set when he wakes.
I have no idea what it is I'm doing. But I know that I like it.