Waynes Journal

By Wayne G

Published on Dec 11, 2017

Gay

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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 mostly 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.

I love hearing from readers. It's the only reward for doing this. Please contact me at: Waynkenwriter@gmail.com

Wayne's Journal - Week 2

07 December 2017, Thursday 12:15 PM

I am so tired. I thought about napping over lunch, but I can't stop my mind from whirling around like a crazy thing. Instead I'm writing to try and sort myself out.

I woke Daniel this morning by slipping into bed behind him and gently rubbing his chest and belly. His body is amazing. And I love running my hands over him. He slowly came around.

"Hmmmmm." He sounded sleepy and satisfied. "G'mornin." He yawned and stretched his body against me. "It time to get up?"

I buried my nose in the nape of his neck and inhaled. "Yeah." My cock was hard as a rock and it was doubtlessly obvious to him, as it was pressed against his rear.

"I have to piss you know, and you are not making that easy." He threw back the covers to show his own erection. I grinned and reached for it. He smacked my hand away. "No, I'll never get to the gym!" He rolled on top of me, pinned my arms over my head, and kissed me. It was intense but short. "That's to remember me by today." He growled. Our cocks were pressed together and I wanted to start bucking my hips. But he rolled again, and was on his feet.

"Awww." I pouted. I started stroking myself while he stood by the bed. "Well if I can't play with you I'm gonna rub one out. I feel like I'm going to fucking explode."

"Oh no." He laughed and gripped my wrist. "Save it." He bent and kissed me again. This time it was a little longer. "I'm going to want to do this again. Soon." His voice was full of promise and lust.

I groaned, but I pulled my hand away from my dick. "I'm 31 years old, and you make me feel like a teenager!" Then I forced myself to sit up. "All right, fine." I stood. "Come on. Get moving or we'll BOTH be late."

We both went our respective ways. He went to his gym, and I went to mine. After I finished up at the gym I showered, dressed, and came to work.

He drives me fucking crazy. Like, I lose my shit when he's around. I feel incapable of making any decision with him that involves not having sex.

Luckily I've had a busy day and I've been driving to our satellite sites for check in, and review of logs. Otherwise I would have had a raging hard-on all day, because I wouldn't be able to think about anything else but him. As it is, I have to use a lot of willpower to avoid jerking off in my truck while I sit in the parking lot.

He told me to wait. I'll wait. The fucker.

Thursday 6:20 PM

He texted and asked if I wanted company. Fuck yes I want company! He said he'd come by my place with dinner. I'm leaking in my boxer briefs just thinking about him. I've got time to take a shower before he drops by. Gonna get squeaky clean in case he wants to make good on his promise tonight.

Thursday 9:15 PM

Daniel is crashed in my bed again. This time he brought a change of clothes in case he was staying over. And holy damn. After he went to sleep, I had to get up to write. Wow.

Here's how it went down.

He smiled at me as soon as I opened the door. "Hey Wayne!" He held up a couple of bags. "Not a Wayne special, but it's healthy."

I grinned. "Long as you're here, it'll be fine." He blushed a little when I said that. But he was still smiling. I led him into the kitchen, and I helped by getting all the bowls and plates he wanted for the meal.

He unbagged a rotisserie chicken, sugar snap peas, carrot and celery sticks, multigrain crackers, olives and almonds. A dinner of appetizers essentially. I had never eaten like that before, but I wasn't about to say so.

He expertly carved up the chicken into piles of white and dark meat. I "helped" by standing behind him. My hips were pressed against his rear, and my hands were on his hips, dangerously close to his crotch.

When my hands began to wander he said, "No fondling till dinner is done." He very obviously repositioned himself so his newly awakened penis was more comfortable in his pants. He gave me a bemused glance then went back to his meal prep.

I love his smell. I had my face against his neck and breathed him in, slowly rubbing my face against his skin. My cock was hard in my jeans, and pressed against his firm butt. And my hands opened and closed, rubbing his upper inner thighs just inches from his dick. Eventually I noticed that he had stopped moving, and stood with his hands on the sink, supporting himself while I was getting drunk on his scent. His eyes were closed, and and his his mouth barely open. I could hear him breathing slowly and deeply. It was obvious he liked what I was doing.

I felt a delicious surge of malice, and I wanted to see just how much I could get away with. One of my hands slid down the front of his jeans to his cock, rubbed over it and stopped at his balls where I lightly squeezed. While the other found his belt buckle.

"Mmmm ... no." He whispered and leaned back a little. "No, let's ... let's eat." He was saying no, but his hands were still on the sink. He is quite a bit stronger than me. He could easily stop me.

"You sure?" I stopped moving my hands, but I left them where they were - one cupping his balls, and the other with one thumb under the button of his jeans, and fingers gripping his belt buckle. "Tell me to stop again, and I'll leave you all alone." I rubbed my short beard against the tender area of his neck and I was rewarded with goosebumps over his skin.

His breathing picked up. "Wayne ..."

"That's not a `stop' Daniel." I unbuckled his belt. I repeated, "Tell me to stop and I will." My other hand drifted from his balls back up to his extremely hard member. I rubbed it firmly as I unbuttoned his jeans. He groaned.

I unbuckled my own belt and pants then pushed them down to my knees. Daniel stayed right where he was and I saw his knuckles whiten as he gripped the sink harder. I leaned forward. "You okay?" He nodded. I wasn't quite convinced. "I'll stop if you want." He shook his head. I grinned.

Next I pushed his jeans down, same as mine. Then I pressed my cock against his ass. Our skin was separated only by the thin cotton of our boxer briefs. I slid my erection up and down his crack. My left hand reached and massaged his sack, the other slipped past the waistband of his underwear and I gripped him firmly. I started to very slowly move my fist up and down his shaft, in time to my hips.

He straightened a little more and turned his head. I instinctively began to kiss him while I worked on his dick and balls.

After only about 90 seconds he pulled his lips away. "Wayne ... I'm going to make a mess if you don't stop. And I want to wait for you." His eyes were glazed, and his mouth hung open. I could tell he was only moments away from the point of no return.

I stopped and kissed the back of his neck. His underwear was a sticky mess of precome and I pulled my hand out of his shorts. I smacked his ass and laughed softly in his ear. "You're right. We should eat first."

His eyes shot open, a riot of emerald. "You fucking tease!" He turned and grabbed me in a bearhug. I laughed hard, and he ground his hips against me. "I should hold you down and have my way with you." He growled. There was no way I could get away from him. He was so much stronger. We both knew that. He leaned forward and kissed me, still holding my arms trapped against my sides. I loved it. I realized right then I would let him do whatever he wanted to me.

"Promises promises." I said with a cocky smile when he pulled back.

His eyes narrowed. He hesitated a moment then he released me and pulled up his pants, but didn't button them. He yanked mine up too.

"Come on." His voice was strained and insistent. He grabbed my hand with a vice-like grip.

I let him lead me into the bedroom. Once we were beside the bed he pulled my shirt up and off of me. He looked at my eyes, his stare incredible and wild. "Safe word is `mercy'."

"Wha ..." I managed to get out before he bodily threw me on the bed.

He grabbed the legs of my jeans and pulled them off, then he stripped his own. His shirt came next, then underwear followed, and his cock bounced up and down from the motion. I had just rolled up to my knees when he pushed me down on my back again.

"Ugh!" He leaped on me with his full weight. He is all muscle - super dense and tight all over. He probably weighs 215 lbs and I felt every one of them as he pressed me down into the mattress. He straddled my hips and grabbed my arms at my wrists. I struggled, but he easily pinned me. With one hand he gripped both of my wrists tightly. The other turned my face forward. He leaned down and kissed me roughly. Fuck ... I was out of my mind. My eyes rolled back in my head and our tongues struggled against one another.

He straightened still gripping my wrists with one hand. The other pulled at my boxer briefs. I tried to roll around, hoping to dislodge him. I only managed to pull my hips up enough for him to get my briefs down to my knees. He had a SAVAGE grin on his face. In a very short time I was stripped, panting, and still pinned under this powerhouse of a guy.

"No ... no fair." I said as he reached for the bottle of lube with his free hand. Once he'd snagged it he let go of my arms and opened the drawer of my bedside table. I pushed at his chest and bucked my hips. His chest felt like a brick wall. He didn't budge and laughed at my hopeless antics.

I lay back panting with exertion. This was certainly an all body workout! All I could do was watch as he slowly opened the condom he had fished out of my drawer. I suddenly realized what was going to happen to me. I swallowed in both anticipation and a little fear.

He put the condom on himself, all the while holding eye contact with me. He gathered my arms with one hand and and pushed them back down above my head and pinned against the mattress. I didn't resist him this time. He must have read my expression.

"If you don't want this, or if you decide you don't even after we've started you know the word to say?"

I nodded. "I do. And I trust you." I said, and I meant it. I do trust him.

He smiled very gently at me. The expression was new. It was a mixture of both desire and fondness. He released my wrists and leaned down. We kissed, and he positioned himself so he knelt between my legs with my knees bent. He pulled on me until my legs were against his thighs. This tilted my pelvis up, and lined my ass up with his cock.

I inhaled as I felt his lubed finger against my hole. He gently rubbed it around, and kept kissing me. Eventually he stopped moving his finger and rested it directly on the muscular ring. I felt pressure slowly build until it slipped inside me.

"Ahhh." That was a new sensation. He watched my eyes and face for any sign of pain. There wasn't any. But it was definitely weird. He kept his finger still, but left it inside me. We went back to kissing.

I slowly became aware that he was moving his finger again. This time it was in and out. Slow, steady, and each time it went in it went a bit deeper. It began to feel ... good. It's hard to explain. But once I relaxed a little, when it was all the way inside I felt something that sent a shock of pure pleasure straight to my cock. I began to moan around his mouth.

He put more lube in his hand and went back to it. This time I felt him use two fingers. At first the pressure was uncomfortable, but in a very quick span I was again moaning with pleasure at the sensation. He patiently repeated the trick with three. I began to thrash around on the bed, and my dick leaked precome every time his fingers went as far as they could inside me.

He kissed me, and I felt his fingers leave my body. I whimpered at the absence. I heard him rubbing lube on his condom wrapped cock. It was still rock hard, and he shifted around until it rested against my hole.

Very steadily he began to apply pressure. "You need to try and relax Wayne." He said and smiled encouragingly at me. "There's a lot of lube, but I'm on the bigger side. So you need to relax."

I nodded and breathed like I remember he did. The pressure mounted.

Just when I thought it wasn't going to happen his head entered me. "Ah!" I was surprised, and I admit, it hurt a little, even with the patient work he had done on me earlier. He hesitated.

"We can stop." I felt him start to pull back.

"You didn't hear the word did you?" I growled and looked at him.

He stared at me, and his mouth pulled up on one side in a cocked smile. "No, I didn't." I felt his hips start moving in micro gyrations - tiny back and forth movements. I put my head back on the pillow and tried to relax around him.

Eventually, my body adjusted to the pressure, and the muscle began to stretch and relax a little. I then noticed that his hips were moving in larger gyrations. More of his cock was inside me than before. He had very steadily but slowly increased his stroke. I hadn't felt any additional pain. In fact, it was starting to feel good again.

My erection was back after a brief disappearance, and Daniel very slowly began to stroke me in his lubed fist. A moment after he started doing that I felt his hips against my rear. He rested there and smiled down at me, all the while continuing to stroke my cock. "That's all of me. You've taken all of it."

I reached to pull him to my mouth and we made out. It was sloppy and aggressive. His hips began to move again, and he groaned around my mouth.

I gasped. Every time he pushed into me, just before the end of the stroke I felt that same jolt of pleasure I had felt earlier. Then on the way out I felt it again. My cock leaked like crazy and I thrashed under him as his hand slid up and down my dick.

I began to moan. The most powerful sensation of my life slowly built - starting a the tip of Daniel's cock. Wherever it was, the pleasure followed. Daniel watched my face, and then I saw his jaw go slack, and his eyes roll back into his head.

"Ah, god. I hope you're close. I ..." Daniel said. At that instant I cried out and a veritable gout of semen shot from me. I felt the hot liquid hit the side of my face and my neck, then another and another and still another on my neck, chest and stomach. Daniel yelled out, "Ahhhh!" and he slammed his hips against me as his own moment raged. He bent to kiss me as both of us experienced our orgasm, and after a few thrusts his hips slowly came to a full stop and rested against me.

"Fuck." He breathed. "Fuck." He licked his lips, then kissed me again. This time it was gentle. He had one hand behind my neck and our eyes were closed. He broke the kiss, but left his forehead touching mine. Then he shifted his hips back and his cock slid out of me. I grimaced at the sensation. And he laughed at the expression. He kissed me again.

I finally found my voice. "Wow." I felt dazed. "I had no idea that would feel so ..." I tried to find the right words, "so obscenely good."

Daniel grinned. "Yep. Welcome to the butt club." He laughed when I narrowed my eyes at him. "Come on. We need to clean up."

He pulled me to my feet and steadied me while my body shifted from "incredible pleasure" mode to "walk around" mode.

He told me to use the pot first, and I'm glad he did! I got rid of a lot of the lube we used that way. After I was done I opened the door and he came inside the bathroom. It was almost like he suddenly felt responsible for me. We got in the shower and he soaped my entire body. He paid particular attention to my ass and groin. It was never sexual. Just ... through, unhurried, and gentle. It felt wonderful, and I stood there with my eyes closed while he cleaned me up.

I tried to return the favor. He grinned and shook his head. "No. I'll get a woody. Go dry off and throw on some shorts. We probably need to reheat that chicken." I kissed him, and then got out of the shower while he finished up. I followed his directions, then went to the kitchen to warm the chicken.

He walked into the living room in a clean pair of boxer briefs, while I set out the food. We grinned at each other, sat, and enjoyed our meal. We didn't say much, but there were a lot of looks, a few kisses, and near constant smiles.

Shortly after we ate and cleaned the kitchen we went to bed. Again I spooned his naked body - we both tend to sleep naked. And again I found it hard to sleep while he dropped off almost instantly. Way too much for me to think about and consider.

Well, at this point I'm pretty sure I'm gay. Definitely not straight. Probably not bi. Sex with Daniel is so much insanely better than any I've ever had before. I can't imagine a woman causing the same intensity of sensation in me as he does.

So that's it. I'm gay, and I've been having sex with a man and it's crazy good and satisfying and makes me feel like a complete person. And I hope I get to keep doing this with him.

Okay. Good to know. I am going to go snuggle up to the man laying in my bed now. Till next time.

Next: Chapter 3


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