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Wayne's Journal - Part 17 29 December 2017, Thursday 850 AM San Diego (Laura and Matt's, North Park)
Well, Daniel should be at the Conference Center by now. Laura took him about a ½ hour ago, so he'd be sure to arrive before 9 AM. Most of the city is still in vacation mode. So they should be fine.
I'm his "plus one" for the reception after the conference at 6. And this will be our first real outing as a couple. He said it's usually a chance to network, socialize, and develop new contacts. I admit, I'm not the best at that kind of stuff, and it's sort of his show anyhow. So I'll let him take the lead on that part. I brought some decent clothes for it, and I even bought a nice new necklace. I'm really looking forward to stepping out with my feller. :-)
But ... I did get a little fun time in with my Daniel before he had to go.
We woke this morning to Daniel's alarm. This time it was set for 5 AM - plenty of time to work out, clean up, and for some fun.
We both hauled out of bed, and got on our workout gear. I still had a few days ago in mind when Daniel convinced me to let him frot us to orgasm. So, I felt a little payback was in order. Both of us were due for shoulders and core today. And as we entered the Rec room I looked over at him.
"You're going to let me do whatever I want to you, starting now."
He looked at me, his eyes a little worried. "Uh ... what are you going to do to me?"
I grinned. "Whatever I want." I walked over to him, and got really close, my face only an inch from his. He leaned forward to kiss me.
"Ah ah." I pushed him away gently and shook my head. "Nope. I initiate. Everything. You, are only allowed to endure. Deal?"
He licked his lips. "Okay." He nodded. "Deal." An erection tented his shorts, and we had only been in the room for a minute. I smiled, the expression was undoubtedly evil. This promised to be DELICIOUS.
I reached down and rubbed the head of his cock through the material of his shorts. He inhaled and closed his eyes. I kept at it till I saw a bit of wetness appear through the material as he began to leak.
"Okay." I stopped and smacked his ass. "Go do your first set." I then walked over, picked up the bands, and started working on my overhead presses.
He stood there a moment, boner, wet spot and all, and stared at me. Then he nodded with a bit of a frustrated frown, as he began to understand what it is he was in for today. He did what I said, and began his set. He stayed hard the whole time he worked through it, and at this point so was I. It was torture for us both, but more for him.
He rested after his set, and looked warily at me as I stood up. "Come here." He swallowed, and walked over. I pushed him down to his knees, took out my cock. "Open your mouth. And you're allowed to masturbate." He opened his mouth, stared up at me, and began to stroke his cock, one hand under the waistband of his shorts. I rubbed my dick around his lips and then pushed the head inside. I let him taste me, and his eyes closed as his hand worked on himself. My minute timer chimed and I pulled it out and put it back into my shorts.
"Stop touching yourself. Next set."
He glared at me from the floor and shook his head. "You're a monster." He stood up, gripped himself, adjusted his considerable tent then went back to the bands.
We stared at one another the whole time we worked through our set. We finished, and he looked both frustrated and worried.
"Come here."
He did, with the shuffling gait of a damned man. I spun him around, pulled down his shorts, and smeared lube on his ass. Then I pressed my cockhead against him. I reached around and my lubed hand began to stroke him. He breathed, and slowly he gave way until I entered him. He started to move against me, and made a needful sound.
The minute chime sounded. I pulled out, and yanked up his shorts. "Next set."
He threw his head back. "Oh my fucking god." His voice was deep, almost guttural. He turned. "This is going to drive me CRAZY." His hands opened and closed, and I could actually see his cock moving to his heartbeat through his shorts.
"Next ... set." I picked up my bands, and stared at him. After a moment he blew out a breath and complied.
By now we were both sweating. And I wanted to taste him. After we finished the set, he bit his lip as I went to him, pulled his shorts down, and started slurping on his dick. My hand worked the bottom of his shaft, my other was on his balls, and my knuckle rubbed his taint. I could taste the sweetness of his precome, and he moaned.
He started to go up on his toes, and his legs began to shake. I felt his balls constrict.
The chime sounded, and I pulled off of him, and pulled up his shorts. "Next set."
He let out a mighty, frustrated groan. "You ... you are sooooo going to hate what I will do to you for this." He breathed hard, and his eyes were a little wild.
I grinned. And I went through my set. He did as well, and looked at me all the while. He finished, and his tongue unconsciously wet his lips.
"Come here." He did, quickly this time. I realized that he now understood the game, and I grinned.
I had already prepared myself for this. I pulled my shorts down, and bent over a bench and bared my ass to him. He wasted no time, and was on me almost instantly. I felt his cock enter my pre-lubed hole, and he pushed pretty hard. I hissed, because it hurt but I knew he would not have the patience for a slow entry at this point. I deserved a little pain. :-D
I began to stroke myself, and I was fairly sure I was going to get off this time. Daniel's hips moved quickly. This time I sat my phone down so Daniel could see the countdown. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK." His voice was a monotone as he stared at the numbers, and he began to grunt with effort.
With only a few seconds left he pushed himself all the way against me, and I felt him begin to unload. "Ah god. Ahhhh...." He sighed as he let loose. I groaned under him, and there was a huge rope of semen that erupted from me as my own orgasm hit like a thunderbolt. The alarm chimed, and we both ignored it as we finished.
I held myself up on the bench and panted. I turned my head and grinned, and Daniel could see it from the side of my face.
"You're so proud of yourself, aren't you?" He kissed my bearded skin, and nuzzled my ear. Then he straightened and pulled out of me. I flinched when he did, as there was a little bit of pain this time.
He noticed. "Oh shit. I'm sorry." He helped me stand and he pulled me to his chest. He stroked my head. "I was just ... fuck, you just made me want it so bad." He kissed my neck. "I'm sorry for hurting you."
I smiled. "It's okay. I pushed you." Then I frowned. "It'll heal if I'm hurt, right?"
Daniel nodded. "Yeah, but we may have to take it easy for a few days till it's done." He patted my rear. "No more butt sex for you till you're better."
I kissed him. "There's plenty other stuff to do."
He grinned. "Yep. There is." Then he looked down at himself. "Ah ... we need a shower, then we need to finish our workout, then we'll need another shower."
I laughed, and followed my lover to the bathroom.
Yeah, I definitely take more showers around Daniel.
Till next time.
Daniel 29 December 2017, Thursday 850 AM San Diego (Marina Village Conference Center)
I've just arrived at the Marina Village Conference Center, where the ACE conference is happening. I personally thought the timing was pretty awful, and that there wouldn't be many in attendance due to the holiday, but I was wrong. Everywhere I look there are fit people in tracksuits and business casual clothes, and even a few in suits and nice dresses.
I'm personally dressed business casual. I want to simply use the same clothes for the reception tonight, which is a little dressier than a tracksuit. My light brown hair is pushed up into a short point in front, and styled pretty nicely. I've got good khakis that hug me just right, and a long sleeved tapered light blue shirt with pearl snaps for buttons. My shoes are simple brown low cut boots that look great with my brown belt. I'm wearing my silver necklace - a thick rope chain, which barely peaks above my shirt collar. And my newest favorite accessory, my ring, adorns my right hand with a splash of copper and silver.
I nod to a number of people I know in the industry as I pass the folks at the doors taking invitations. This room is huge. There are probably two dozen large round tables set up, with 12 chairs around each one. There are more chairs lining the walls. Looks like the place is set up for 300-400 people. I estimate there are probably 250 or so here already.
I find an empty table near the front, close to the stage, sit and pour a glass of water from the pitcher already set on the table. Most of the folks in the room mill about, chatting before the first session gets underway. But it's not long before people start finding seats. I'm soon joined by a number of new faces (I can't know everybody in the training game), and we quickly introduce ourselves to one another as people show up.
The first speaker, a firecracker of a lady named Dr. Marina Fadyaev takes the stage. She's an expert on body mechanics and physiology, and was one of the first to incorporate HIIT into her recommended fat shredding programs. She has a commanding presence, close to 6' tall, with wavy black hair, dark eyes, and a marvelously conditioned body. She's dressed in a very feminine, but powerful looking tan colored suit, a wide brown leather belt, and matching shoes.
She is doing a talk on the physiological differences between HIIT and regular aerobic activity, and I've been looking forward to this session for a while. I've got my iPad, and after she starts I begin to type my notes. The room is now almost full, with about 350 people, and the place is dead silent except for her voice, the gentle scratching of pencils/pens on paper and typing. She's a good speaker, and the hour is amazingly informative.
At the end of her presentation she took questions. There were a lot - a mark of a good session.
Before we knew it, the hour and a half allotted for her sessions and for questions had elapsed and it was time for our first break. I stand to stretch and to find a bathroom. I wanted to catch Dr. Fadyaev before she left, and I hurried back inside after the restroom. She was in conversation with a couple of trainers, and I waited patiently while they finished up.
I smile as they walk away and approach her. "Hello Dr. Fadyaev." I extend my hand, and she takes it with a smile of her own. "My name is Dani ..."
"Daniel Ison." Her eyes crinkle a little as her smile reaches them. "I know who you are, and your work." She drops my hand and grins at what must be my shocked expression. "I admit, I follow your progress through some associates - a couple of which are actually remote clients of yours."
"Ah." She had me at a complete disadvantage, but she didn't seem adversarial at all so I relaxed. "Well, I hope your associates are pleased with my services."
She nods. "They are. They're getting great results." She took my arm and led me to the side of the room, away from a small group that had gathered to try and speak with her after I finished. "In the industry there were some grumblings about your cookie cutter' routines, and how they couldn't achieve the results you advertise." She looked levelly at me. "I admit, I assigned some of my own clients your routines - and they are anything but cookie cutter'. I closely monitored their progress for the 12 week period as they trained." Her eyes held a measure of respect. "I was pleasantly surprised to find significant improvement. Your changes to their programs based on the objective data you receive back is enlightened. I assume it's done through algorithm?"
I was shocked. One of the titans of our industry essentially put me under a microscope, and I had apparently come though on the other side, having passed her muster. "Uh, yes. I take the data they fill into a spreadsheet we share electronically, apply the appropriate algorithm and it spits out increases in either reps or weight. I have different algorithms for various programs as well. It took a while to work out what would work best, but I kept at it, using my own body as my laboratory."
She nods again as I confirm her instincts. "Would you be open to sharing your work with me? I'm writing a paper for the Journal of Applied Physiology on the effect of the sorts of responsive changes to a regimen you're doing. And I would love to get an example of your algorithm." She eyes me. "I also assume one algorithm is relatively useless out of context, and wouldn't be harmful to your business if you did this?"
My brain was spinning. "Wow. I'm so flattered. Of course I'll share my work with you Dr. Fadyaev." I felt a rush of excitement as I think of the possible repercussions. "And you're right - one algorithm is only a snapshot of a person's progress, or stage they're in. Someone would still need to go through all the time and pain I did to develop their own versions, even with the example."
She grinned. "Very good." Her eyes grew thoughtful, and her smile vanished. "Tell me ... how is business? I heard about the ugliness on your forum concerning what I consider your excellent choice in dining partners. It would be a terrible shame for you to be impacted by such a trivial thing as his gender."
Again, she had stunned me. I recovered my sense quickly. "Well, that dining partner is actually the reason my business is still going." I told her quickly about what Wayne did to limit and control the damage to my business.
She laughs good naturedly. "He sounds clever! And he's right - there's a market for inclusivity. I'm glad you could leverage the situation with his help." She reaches into her pocket and takes a card. "My contact information. Email is best for me please. Send a quick note, and I will respond with my needs. Of course, you will be cited as a source in my paper."
"I will send you an email shortly." I take the card. "Thank you very much for your interest in my work. I was just approaching to let you know I follow yours closely - and that your work into the benefits of High Intensity Interval Training is incredibly useful."
She smiles graciously. "Thank you Mr. Ison. I'm glad you're a fan. I've noticed some of your routines incorporate my principals. And you're welcome." She inclines her head slightly. "We'll be in touch."
With that she turns and leaves the room, dragging in her wake a few persistent folks who still want to speak with her.
I stare down at her card, still a bit shocked then shake myself. The next speaker is on stage, and is preparing his material while the rest of the room files back inside after our break. I sit, and prepare to listen ... but my mind is still whirling around my encounter with Dr. Fadyaev. Even as the speaker begins, I can't stop replaying it in my mind and I bring up my email. With a smile I type in her email, and send a message so she has my contact information.
I can't wait to tell Wayne about this!
Wayne's Journal - Part 17 (cont) 29 December 2017, Thursday 945 PM San Diego (Laura and Matt's, North Park)
At 6 PM Laura dropped me off at the Marina Village Conference Center. I was excited to be Daniel's plus one for the reception. She pulled away, and I looked for Daniel among what amounted to be a significant crowd of well dressed and well conditioned folks. I milled outside the door and tried to spot him.
He must have seen Laura's car, because he approached me and I saw him when he was but a few steps away.
"Hey Wayne." He smiled broadly at me. Wow, he looked so good! His khakis and shirt were a little wrinkled from sitting most of the day, but he still looked amazing. And that smile ... I could get lost in it.
I didn't look bad myself. I wore black slacks, and a short sleeved, collared black shirt. A black belt, and my black leather shoes made things a little dark. So I also had a handmade wooden and turquoise bead necklace around my neck for a bit of contrast and color. Of course, I sported my new ring as well. As far as I'm concerned that goes with me wherever I do.
"Hey!" I grinned. I hugged him, unsure how `out' he wanted to be in this crowd. He answered that question when he kissed me. It was quick, but it was pretty obvious to those around us. He didn't even seem to register the bit of attention we got from it.
"Come on. I have to tell you something!"
He nearly dragged me inside. It looked like a huge meeting space, but currently the room was set up with a bar on one side, chairs around the periphery, and a cleared area in the middle. The lighting reminded me of a club, and sure enough there was a DJ station in one corner with a guy behind the tables listening to his mixes. No music played yet, but I was sure it was coming.
Quite a few people were already inside, and lined up at the bar for wine, beer, or various choices of non-alcohol selections. Some sat at tables and chatted amongst one another, and the overall atmosphere was relaxed. I immediately felt comfortable there - which is a little weird for me around that many people.
We found an empty table, and Daniel seemed to vibrate with excitement. "Oh man, you will never guess what happened!" He dug into his pocket and put a business card onto the table. "Look! This is the card of Dr. Fadyaev. She's a world class exercise physiologist, and one of our speakers." He looked at me, his eyes wide, and his smile huge. "She KNEW of me. She wanted to talk to me about my training programs." I thought he was going to stand up and start jumping around, he was so animated. "She's going to use my work in a research paper for the Journal of Applied Physiology! Wayne, this is huge! This is so huge!"
"Whoa." I grinned at him. "Calm down." I put my hand on his arm and he took a deep breath. After he seemed a little more controlled I said, "I'm really proud of you Daniel!" You totally deserve it. Your programs are so well done, and it's great you're going to be recognized for them."
He was NOT under control. He hugged me hard and shook me side to side, which I had little choice but to endure. "Oh man, I'm so excited!" He held on and I could hear him take breaths, trying to calm down. Wow, he was REALLY jazzed.
He finally took one more deep breath, released me and sat back. I looked at him, waiting to see if he would be able to hold it together. He jiggled back and forth in his seat a little, but otherwise he just grinned at me.
I laughed. "Okay ... so other than the glory, what does this mean?" Then as soon as I asked the light came on. "Oh ... OHHHHH ... she's going to cite you as a source, isn't she?"
Daniel's grin got even bigger and he slowly nodded. NOW I get it. Holy shit.
"Whoa." I blinked. "Whoa. Daniel ... this IS huge." I looked at him. The repercussions for his business were not lost on me. "You know ... this is a special moment." I stood up. "I'm getting a glass of wine to celebrate. You want one?"
He nodded and stood up. Before I could go anywhere he grabbed me, gave me a fierce hug and whispered, "I'm so glad I get to share this with you."
I hugged him back. "Me too Daniel." I kissed his neck. "Really proud of you."
We attracted a little attention, but not much. And only a few seemed put out by us. They were in the minority so I didn't really care. I put my arm around him and we walked to the line for the bar. Soon we were chatting with others in line, and Daniel talked shop with just about anybody who engaged him. All the while our arms were around one another's waists, and left no doubt about us.
As we moved through line, and Daniel talked to his fellow trainers, I noticed a couple of guys who looked at us from a table in the middle of the room. They whispered to one another and I had just begun to get a little nervous, when I saw one of them give the other a little peck on his cheek. Then they started holding hands, smiled and nodded at me. I grinned at them.
We scored our wine and retreated back to our table. I loved seeing him so happy. I raised my glass. "To Daniel, and a great idea." He smiled, and the emotion on his face was so powerful. He raised his glass, and we toasted lightly. We took a sip of the red wine, and he sighed.
"I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it." He shook his head. "I'm not sure what the readership of the Journal is. But even if someone doesn't see it in the Journal itself, it's often used as a source by other publications. Meaning ... eventually, a lot of people are going to see my name associated with a study by Dr. Fadyaev." His face showed a mix of anticipation and happiness. "Ultimately, we'll just have to wait and see what effect it has."
I nodded and smiled. "Well, regardless it's only going to do good things for your memberships." I took another sip, then the music began.
The very first song, and I knew I was going to like this DJ. Ke$ha ... I know I shouldn't but I love her pop music trash. I stood up and I grabbed Daniel's hand.
He laughed. "Really? Ke$ha? That's your jam huh?"
"Don't judge me!" He shook his head and grinned as I dragged him onto the floor. If he was self conscious about being the only people out there, he didn't show it. Soon others joined us, and we danced off and on till 9PM when Laura came to pick us up.
I'm now at the kitchen table journaling, while Daniel is already asleep in bed.
He's antsy to get back now that the conference is done, and luckily we're due to fly back tomorrow. We're all packed up already, so there's nothing to do tomorrow except get up and get to the airport (thanks sis!).
What a great night. But more than that ... what a great time this has been here with my family and the man I love. This has probably been the best week of my life.
I hope I get many more of them.
Till next time.