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Wayne's Journal - Part 12 21 December 2017, Thursday 7:35 PM Daniel's Place
What a great, fun, and insightful day. :-)
After I finished work, I came here to Daniel's. Martha agreed to look in on my place while we are gone on our trip. And we went over to my house to go over a few simple things. But she couldn't cover the entire time, and Saul met us there too. He is going to handle the couple of days she can't.
We arrive and I get out of the truck. "Hey Saul." He leaned against his car in front of my house on the street. Ever since things started up with Daniel, I have begun to notice men ... and I realized that Saul is a very attractive guy. He looked good in a nice pair of jeans, a flannel shirt, dark boots, and a denim jacket. His hair is really light blonde, and he has a silvery sheen to his face from his stubble. He's only a little older than I am, at 34 years old. He takes care of himself, and walks all over Arcata, where he lives and he's a yoga fanatic. Not a bodybuilder physique, but one that's lean, possess a wirey strength and is in really good condition.
He cocked his head as we approached. "Hey Wayne." His eyes flicked to Martha. "And ... hello." He smiled, as if he had just found a pretty stone in the sand at the beach. He put out his hand. "I'm Saul."
"Martha." She stuck out her hand and a small smile pulled at her lips. They stood there a moment, staring at one another, their hands still clasped in a handshake that had stopped moving.
I counted to three. Wow, they're still there. I cleared my throat. And Martha shook herself like she was trying to wake up. Saul blinked and they dropped hands. "Ah. Really nice to meet you." He smiled again and licked his lips. He took a cleansing breath. "Okay ... so show us what's up Wayne."
I walked them both around the house. And I took them straight to my biggest concern. I showed them my tank of carnivorous plants. They just needed to check to make sure the water level didn't get too low, and I showed them the distilled water used for that tank. That was my most prized possession in the house. It's a very old, well established tank. And my sundew plants are beautiful, happy, and I want to keep them that way.
"Do NOT use tap water." I look back to make absolutely sure they both heard me. Martha is looking down at her feet, and looks weirdly contemplative, and Saul is standing a little behind her staring at her hair. I frown at them. "Hey." They both jerk to attentiveness.
"Uh ... tap water. Got it." Martha mumbles.
I stare at her. "NO. Do NOT use tap water." I shake my head. "You okay?"
"She fine. No tap water, got it." Saul looked at me and nodded, his most competent look on his face.
Martha nodded too. "We use the DI water for these. The stuff you showed us, right?"
"Yeah. Okay, good." I finished up quickly with the rest of the house.
Outside Saul shook my hand again. "I got it. I'll be here Friday, Saturday, and Sunday."
Martha nodded. "I'll take Monday on, till you guys get home."
Saul bit his lip, his gray eyes flicked to Martha's deep brown irises. "Hey ... can I give you my number?" He shuffled his boots on the ground. "Just in case something happens and I can't cover one of the days?"
After a heartbeat she responded. "Good idea." Martha unlocked her phone and handed it to Saul. "Enter yours, and I'll give you mine." Saul quickly handed his phone over to her, and they huddled together as they tapped out their contact information.
After that was done, Saul got into his car and drove off. Martha and I got into the truck, and I glanced over at her. She didn't even turn her head to look at me. She only held up a hand, just as I inhaled to speak. "Drive."
I smiled, put the truck in gear and we started on the way to Daniel's. We were silent most of the way, then Martha cleared her throat. "I have a question, and I just want you to answer. No follow ups, nothing more about it."
I smirked, and nodded. She glanced at me, bit her lip and sighed. "Okay, TWO questions." I only nodded again. "Is he single and is he straight?"
I nodded. "He is both single and straight." She smiled and nodded, then forced the smile off her face.
I looked over at her, and grinned. She pointed threateningly at me. "Nothing more. You agreed."
I nodded as we pulled into Daniel's garage. "I did indeed."
She sighed with relief. I leaned over. "I didn't say anything about talking to Daniel about it." Her eyes shot open wide, and I bolted from the cab of the truck.
"You fucker!"
I knew this was exactly what she meant when we were in the truck, but hey ... she wasn't specific! I ran through the house and she was hot on my heels.
"Daniel! Daniel help!" I ran through the kitchen, and attempted to get the sliding glass door open. Too late.
She gripped my shoulder in a cross body grab and spun me around. Instinctively I threw up a block and caught a palm that was directed at my solar plexus. It wouldn't have caused damage, but it would have knocked the breath out of me. Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped close where her shorter limbs would be an asset and mine would be a liability. She faked an elbow and I took the bait. The elbow became a straight arm that shot over my right shoulder. Then she pulled down on my neck by hooking her hand around me, and her leg ensured that I went down.
The next second I was on the ground on my belly, and she had both of my arms trapped behind my back. I laughed hard. It was so fast, and it's a testament to her skill that I was completely uninjured.
Daniel came out of his office with his hands up, ready for battle, and looked wildly around. He saw us and frowned, then he realized I was laughing and he began to smile. "What is going on?!!" He folded his arms over his chest, his expression one of amusement.
"Ah ... Martha and I," she pulled back a little on my arms, and I could feel pain was juuuuust another twitch away, "we were practicing." I nodded. "Yup. Starting those lessons she promised. Right Martha?"
She let her hold relax a little. "That's right." After another moment she released me and stood. I pushed myself up, and her hand was extended for me. She helped me stand and I brushed myself off. She eyed me, her expression grim, but I could tell she was about to crack into a grin.
Daniel shook his head. "Scared the crap out of me." He frowned at us. "Don't pop any stitches!" He grumbled, then disappeared back into his office. I looked at the empty doorway with a frown of my own. He was cranky.
Martha nodded at me. "Hey ... nice block." I could hear the appreciation in her voice, and she looked as if she were appraising me. "That strike had some heat on it. Not many I spar with would have caught it." She smiled, the expression touching only half of her lips. Her voice dropped. "And ... thanks for not saying anything." She shook her head. "I wasn't gonna hurt you, you know."
I nodded. "I know. Just wanted to give you a little hell." I grinned and pointed at her. "But that probably isn't smart. You're a badass!" She blushed, and that made me like her even more. "I mean, you took me down so fast!"
She waved me off. "Well, it's a LOT of practice." She nodded and set her jaw. "If you're serious, we really can start those lessons. I want to show you a few things that'd work well for you considering your body type, and your reflexes - which are good, by the way."
"Yeah, I'm down. That'd be great. I'd love to start after we get back from our trip." She nods her agreement. I take a risk, put a hand on her shoulder and drop my voice. "Hey, Saul's a good guy. If you're interested in him, go for it. At least see if it'd go anywhere."
Martha licked her lips and nodded once. "Okay." She looked at my eyes and a very slight smile appeared. "I might." Then she interrupted what she would call a "Disgusting Hallmark Moment" and walked over to the oven to check on dinner.
I shook my head at her, and I walked to the doorway of Daniel's office. He was there at his desk, typing away on his computer. He looked hyper-focused and frowned in concentration at the screen.
I walked behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. He inhaled and I felt him relax under my touch. I began to rub the muscles there, and he sighed. "Hey Mr. Ison. You've been going pretty hard." I leaned down and kissed the side of his face. "Dinner will be done soon. Why don't you wrap up, and come on out to the kitchen?"
He let his head drop forward while I rubbed his shoulders and neck. "I need to get as caught up and even as ahead as I can before our trip." I found a sore spot and he shivered. "I'm gonna ... I'm gonna eat in here."
"Daniel, you'll have time on our trip to do an hour or two a day on your forum, or doing email. Whatever you gotta do." I continued to massage him, and he slumped a little lower in his chair as his body relaxed. "Don't feel like it's all gotta be done before we go." I kissed him again and patted his back. "Come on. Eat with us."
He sighed. "Well, okay." He stood and stretched. I noticed his package, looked really nice in his track pants. He caught me looking and turned his hips away from me. "No time for that. Don't wake that up right now!"
I put my hands up. "Hey I was just looking." Then I gave him a suggestive grin.
He snorted. "Come on." He put an arm around me, and we walked together down the hall to the kitchen.
We ate together, a great dinner of baked chicken in lemon on a bed of vegetables. There were fresh slices of pear, and a green salad as well. Somehow Martha always makes moist chicken breast. She refuses to reveal her mysterious power over the dish, damn her.
We finish dinner and I notice that Daniel is quiet. He disappeared back into his office, and soon I could hear him tapping on his keyboard again. I sat at the kitchen island and sighed. Martha shot me a glance.
"What?" She turned and continued to wash dishes.
"I don't know." I frowned. "Daniel seems ... on edge?"
"He is." She answered as if it were obvious.
My frown deepened. "Well ... do you know why?"
"If I had to guess, it's because he's flying out tomorrow to meet the family of the man he loves." She put a plate on the dish rack beside the sink.
I stared at the back of her head. "Huh. Yeah ... okay, I guess that might do it." I frowned and shook my head. "Why is he worried? He's amazing. They're going to love him."
"He doesn't know that." She turned to look at me again. "And frankly, neither do you." She went back to her chore. "Would it make any difference if they hated him? Would you dump him?"
"No. Of course not." I was offended that would even be a question.
She shrugged. "Maybe you should tell him so."
Martha continues to surprise me. I keep forgetting that she knows Daniel very well. The fact that she's helping me figure him out isn't lost on me. I stood up. "Thanks Martha."
She nodded. "Yup."
I got up and walked into the office. Daniel was back to it, but he looked up at me this time. He smiled, the expression a little strained. I sat in the extra chair, and I pulled up next to him. I put my head on his shoulder and he reached up to rub my hair.
"I'm sorry. I know I'm not my best right now." He blew out a breath. "There's just a lot to do, you know?"
"Yeah." I sat up and looked him in the eye. "You know, they're gonna love you. My sister and her family." Before he could say anything I continued, "And even if through some weird miracle they don't, it won't matter."
He laughed, but it was forced. "It will matter." He frowned. "This is your sister. I know this is important to you. And I want to get it right."
I kissed him, slowly and deeply. I think he was a little surprised at first, but soon he returned it. My hand was on the back of his head and I heard him sigh when I pulled away. "Daniel, you saved my life, and I am in love with you. Regardless of how this visit goes neither of those things will change."
He was quiet a moment and I heard him swallow. "Okay." He smiled and then nodded. "Okay." My Daniel was actually smiling again - a real smile. Man, Martha really knows him.
He finished up at his desk, and began to shut everything down. I watched as he did with a predatory eye. Daniel couldn't help but notice. "Just hang on." He said as he powered off his computer. I grinned and put my hand on his crotch and groped him through his pants. "Ah, no Wayne!" He tried to fend me off with one hand and laughed. "Martha might still be here!"
"Nope, I heard the back door. She's gone." He relaxed a little and I got a better grip on his shaft through the material.
He licked his lips, and I began to coax him to an erection. I stepped around to the front of the chair and I pulled him to his feet. We kissed, and I felt particularly aggressive. I stroked him through his pants and he groaned around my mouth. He pulled away and grabbed my wrist. "I'm going to make a mess in my pants Wayne." He whispered breathlessly.
I grinned. "Then let's get them off of you." I pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees and fondled his cock while we made out. Then I unbuttoned my pants and did the same to myself. Our members pressed against one another, and we both grunted and breathed heavily into our shared space. I rubbed my hands down his spine, and my finger teased its way down his crack.
"Mmmmmm ..." He gently bit my neck and I circled his hole with the tip of my finger. "Ah hell." I pushed a tiny bit, and soon my finger was inside him up to my first knuckle. We continued to kiss, and he moaned as I started to use a couple of fingers on him.
"Turn around." My voice was deep, and I could hear my own need in it. He was more than happy to oblige. I bent and got a small bottle of massage oil out of the pocket of my pants. He noticed.
"You planned this." He smiled as I rubbed it on us both and then growled as I put my penis against him. It didn't take much work, and soon I had the head inside him. We still had our pants around our ankles, our shirts were still on, and I bent over so his back was against my chest. He steadied himself against his desk and I pushed slowly until my cock was completely inside him. He groaned and made all sorts of noises under me.
I reached around and gripped his hard, dripping penis. He was making a mess in his pants anyway, as his precome dribbled off the tip onto the material on the floor. He didn't seem to notice anymore. "Fuck. Yeah ... god, this feels good." I love making him feel that way, and I love making him moan.
I let myself find a rhythm with my pelvis, and my hand on Daniel follows. My other gripped his hip, and I reveled in the animal, rawness of the act. My lover made incoherent noises, and I moved my hand from his hip to his neck. I gently gripped and I could feel his carotid artery thrumming under my hand, and then I bit him, just short of pain.
He gasped when I did and stiffened up. I felt his cock spasm in my hand, and his ass clamped on my dick. I kept stroking him, and I fought to catch up. The tightening of his body on me helped, and I continued to bite him, a little more than gently as I got off.
We finished, and both of us stayed in position for a moment. I finally stood up, and pulled my hips back. My cock slid out of him. He looked down and cursed. "Shit! What a mess!" He couldn't help but laugh. His pants were spattered with come, and a little of the oil we used for lube.
He turned and we kissed, both of us winding down from our passion. After a moment we seperated and I smiled at him. "You REALLY like being bitten, don't you?" I had my hand on his face, and looked into his beautiful green eyes. He looked down, a little embarrassed. And I immediately regretted calling it out. "Ah, I'm sorry. I like it." His eyes came back up to mine. "I like knowing something that helps you get off, and that it's something you like." I kissed him again, my face showing my contriteness.
He smiled. "Yeah. I guess I do. You bit me, and suddenly ... gusher." He laughed. He lowered his voice and his expression turned lustful. "Helped that your cock was in my ass too."
I helped him with his messy clothes, and we both stood naked in his office with an armload of laundry. Then I peeked around the doorway.
"What are you doing?" He frowned at me.
I looked back at him, an impish expression on my face. "I didn't hear the door earlier. I'm checking to make sure Martha doesn't see us." Then I dash from the office. He stood there, mouth open in shock and surprise.
From the bedroom, I laugh hard. Daniel stayed back in his office, and I heard him curse. He got his wet boxer briefs on, and and stalked down the hallway.
She really wasn't in the house, but I still I got in a little trouble. That's fine. I deserve it. :-D
Till next time.
Daniel - Part 12 21 December 2017, Thursday 8:40 PM Daniel's Place
Wayne actually went to sleep before I did tonight. He lays here, I spoon him, and he makes soft little noises in his sleep. But none of them sound bad, no bad dreams so far.
I rub his back, and I snuggle up to him. He's excited about tomorrow, and I'm glad he's able to sleep despite that. I'm having a little trouble myself. I really want them to like me. And Laura's husband ... Matt I think his name is? Wayne said he might be a little homophobic. How the hell is that going to work?
At least the kids sound fun and decent. Josh is his nephew, and is 8 years old now. He always loved Wayne, and hangs off of him when he's around. Miranda is 4, and from what I understand is pretty shy, but Wayne called her a really good little niece. Wayne got them both gifts, and had them shipped ahead of us. His sister said they actually arrived today, which was one more worry off of Wayne's mind.
I can't get over it, so I asked him about the homophobic comment. He said that Matt is about what an average American man is when it comes to gay people - he uses us as the butt of a joke, is uncomfortable around us, and would rather just not know anything about our lives. Yeah, this is gonna be a BLAST.
Still, I'm determined to try. I've also got the funds to get us our own place to stay should it come to that. It'd be a lot of money for a short amount of time, but it'd be worth it if things go south. It's nice to have the option at least.
The simple truth is I'd do anything for Wayne. I just want him to be happy, because that makes ME happy.
I settle down with him, pull him close as I can, so that my heart beats against his back. And within moments I sleep - the deep rest of the loved.