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Wayne's Journal - Part 24 10 January 2018, Wednesday 745 PM Daniel's Place
Not journaled for a few days. It has been busy! But I had to write today. Daniel got some correspondence this afternoon which pushed me to get the details on paper.
I got home from work and he met me at the door with a grin. "Hey Daniel." He was obviously in a great mood and he brought me in for a big hug. Then he kissed me, his lips firm on mine. He pulled back.
"Hey Wayne. Guess what?" He looked at me, his face still in an expression of smiley joy.
"No idea. What's up?" I can't help but return his smile, and I reach to stroke the side of his head.
"The editor of the Journal of Applied Physiology called today. He wanted to ensure Dr. Fadyaev had permission to use my work." His eyes were bright with excitement. "It's really going to happen! I'm going to be in a multinational scientific journal! At least, in some minor way." He shrugged. "I'll ride Dr. Fadyaev's coattails! I'm not too proud for that!"
"Awesome!" I grinned at him. "When's the publish date?"
"It won't hit the shelves till the first week of February. But they're going to send an advance copy to me, courtesy of Dr. Fadyaev." He wiggled back and forth in my arms and ha laughed. "Wow! I'm so stoked!"
We celebrated with additional kisses. And soon enough that sharpened our physical need for one another.
I took his hand and began to lead him toward the back of the house. "Where's Martha? Her car is gone."
"At the store." Daniel reached and rubbed my ass as we went down the hall. It felt nice, but it wasn't going to deter me from my goal. Not this time!
"Ah, that'll work." I smiled and opened the back slider. "Get in the hot tub. I'll go get us some towels."
He grinned and kissed me. Then he went out the door onto the deck.
I returned with a couple of towels and a bottle of lube. Daniel was down to his boxers, and he shucked them. They were put with the rest of his clothes on the bench beside the tub. Then he happily got into the warm frothing water. He watched, his eyes lustful as I stripped. I positioned the lube by the tub and I got in with him.
He wasted no time and caught me up in his arms. We kissed and our hands roamed all over. I did notice that Daniel spent a bit of time playing with my ass. And I smiled. "That's not gonna work this time."
He grinned. "Are you sure?" His finger slid down then slipped inside me and I inhaled. Yeah, I like when he plays with my butt, and yeah ... it makes me want to be screwed. But I really wanted to dip my wick today.
I returned the favor to him and he worked his jaw. "Ahhhh ... that's no fair." He swallowed and licked his lips. His own finger slid out of me, and he wrapped his legs around my waist, supported by the water. I continued to tease him and he kissed me hungrily.
I knew his desire was amped up, and so was mine. I was actually tempted to try and work my cock into his body while we floated in the water. But I don't think that'd feel great for Daniel. No lube, and chlorine. I don't think that'd feel nice.
Instead I made him stand. "Turn and kneel on the step." My voice had a commanding note to it, and he raised his eyebrows at me. But he did as I said and he knelt on the step. I pushed his back over, so he was on his hands and knees, and only his lower legs and knees were in the water. His ass was just the right height now.
I sat on my haunches in the water, spread his cheeks and licked from his nuts all the way up his crack. He exhaled suddenly, and I went back down, then back up. He dropped his head, his mouth open and he groaned. I continued to paint his ass and balls with my tongue. I reached for his dick, and I could feel that the head was slippery with his precome.
I slid up one more time, and my tongue stopped at his hole. Then I pushed it as hard as I could into the opening. He made a sound between a whimper and a moan, and I felt the ring of muscle give way as I worked my way inside him. I moved my head, trying to jackhammer my stiff tongue into him. Wow, he was so hard! His head rolled back and forth, and he continued to make incoherent, lustful sounds.
I wanted him now. I stood just behind him, between his feet so that I was now right at his level, and I lubed myself. Even though Daniel had already gotten a good dose of saliva I used some on him too. Then I put myself against him, and I pushed.
I entered easily. And it didn't take long for me to slide all the way inside him. He simply groaned, and I saw him reach for his own cock. I pulled him up so his back was against my chest, and I bit him on the neck. There wasn't any warning, and he gasped which turned into a groan. I reached and took his dick from him, and I started hammering my hips into him.
He grunted with each stroke. I relaxed my mouth and released his skin from my teeth. And I licked up the side of his neck, then I bit him again. I thought he was about to lose his mind - the noises he made were things I've never heard from him before. Long drawn out groans and sighs of pleasure. Luckily the hot tub was pretty far from his property line, but if someone were listening they would definitely hear him. I mean, he sounded like a big animal getting railed. Which, I suppose he was!
His cock was rock hard, and I felt him tense up. He threw back his head and he let loose a loud grunt. His sperm landed in streaks on the deck, and his body clamped down on me as he released. I ran my tongue up the back of his neck and shivered as my orgasm hit. I groaned along with him, and emptied everything I had into my lover - my Daniel.
I held him pressed against me, both of us upright. Daniel breathed heavily, and slowly his brain reasserted control over his body. "Wow." He shook his head slightly. "Sorta checked out there for a little bit. That was really intense."
I kissed the back of his neck. "Mmmm ... I loved the noises you made." I pulled out of him and he made a sound. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up, and we should clean the hot tub too. In case any of your swimmers hit the water."
We cleaned up, dressed and I checked the filters on the tub. Everything looked good, and we made our way to the kitchen.
"Ahhhh ... uh, hi Martha." Daniel bit his lip. "Hey Saul. You guys are back!"
Martha and Saul were cleaning some fish at the sink. Both looked over their shoulders at us, and both wore amused smirks. "Hello Daniel." Saul smiled. "I'd ask if you're having a good evening, but I think we already know." Martha only shook her head and laughed.
"Wha ..." Daniel flushed bright red. "You ... you saw us?" The bamboo screen around the hot tub would make that nearly impossible, unless someone was on the back deck. But he still had to ask.
"Oh no. But we could hear you bastards from the road!" Saul laughed and shook his head. "Hey man, more power to you guys."
I thought Daniel was going to die of embarrassment. I only shrugged, grinned, and put out my fist to Saul. He looked suspiciously at it and I sighed. "It's clean. We took a shower."
"Ah, okay." He nodded and bumped my fist.
Martha snorted.
We sat to another fantastic dinner. I am absolutely onboard with the live-in chef/housekeeper situation now. Hell ... yes.
Afterwards Daniel disappeared into his office. He's spending a lot of time in there lately. His subscriptions have increased to a point well past where they stood only a couple of months back. And now he works pretty hard keeping up with the new routines he has to create for the new folks coming to him. It's easy if they fit into one of the categories he has already trained. But lately he has been getting new folks with new needs and goals, and these are taking up the lion's share of his office time.
I leave him to it and am now sitting on the couch. My legs are covered with a quilt, the gas fireplace kicked on, and I'm feeling really comfortable here while I journal.
Oh yeah! So I called Grayson yesterday, just to check in and see how things are going. He sounds great. I think we're gonna hang out this Friday after work, all of us. What's funny is Grayson offered to host us at my house. I was amused, and Martha was excited. She doesn't have to cook - though I doubt she'll be able to help herself. I bet she goes over with platter of something she made.
Also sounds like the three of them are spending a lot of time together. He seems really content. I have no idea what will happen down the road with them. But right now, I think they're all doing well.
I'm gonna close it up for now. This fire feels so nice. I'm just gonna lay down here, and wait for Daniel to finish up.
Till next time.
Daniel 11 January 2018, Thursday 110 PM Healthsport Arcata
I walk into Healthsport, and I'm early. That's by design, as I want to talk a bit with Davis. I know he and Anna have spent a lot of time with Grayson, and ... yeah ... I'm nosy, and I wanna know how that's going.
He's behind the desk and Grayson is with him. He's going over some of the inner workings of the gym, and it's impossible to miss the little touches and looks between the two of them. Grayson is healing, the marks on his face are beginning to fade. They're still noticeable, but he's coming along.
I smile as I approach and Grayson sees me first. "Hey Daniel!" He grins, and the expression touches his brown eyes.
"Hey Grayson." I reach and shake the thin man's hand. He looks so much better. He looks me in the eye, and he smiles easily and quickly. "Great to see you." I jerk my thumb at Davis who had just stepped up. "This guy treating you all right?"
I said it in a bit of a joking tone, but Grayson looked at him with such unstinting admiration. "Yeah." The smile turned up a bit. "He is."
Davis blushed, which I found incredibly cute, considering he's 220 lbs of muscle-bound brute. He smiled, almost shyly. "Hey Daniel."
I grin at him and I jerk my head toward one of the private rooms. "Speak for a minute?"
"Yeah. Grayson, you okay here solo?"
Grayson scanned in a guest. "Yep. I'm good."
Davis and I get into the room and I close the door. I turn and look at him, then I fold my arms over my chest. "So." I raise my eyebrows, the expression expectant.
Davis squirms. "No man." He laughs. "You're really here early because you wanna get the dirt on what's going on?"
I shrug and grin at him. "So there's dirt to get?"
Davis throws his head back and laughs, then he wipes his hand over his face, and looks a little more seriously at me. "Okay." He blows out a breath. "So ... yeah. I think we're gonna try being a ... a thing."
"So you and Anna are in a relationship with Grayson?" I watched Davis' face as he thought about his answer.
He finally nodded. "Yeah. I guess we are." He shrugged. "You know, we were careful not to initiate anything. He decided when he'd take the next step, and it wasn't long before ... yeah, he wanted to give it a shot." Davis looked in my eyes. "From all accounts, everything went pretty well." He grinned.
"Wow, that's great man." I pat his shoulder and share his grin. "So greedy!" I joke.
Davis' eyes roll back into his head. "Ugh, whatever!" He took on a serious look. "I know you're kidding, but ... I want you to know how this whole Bi thing works for me. You cool with that?"
"Yeah man. Go for it." I sit on the edge of the desk in the room and Davis sits in the chair in front of it.
"Okay. So being Bi, for me? Well, it isn't about more choices. Not really. Bi for me is ... I regularly need both to feel like I'm getting the whole experience, to really be fulfilled. I can't just decide to discard one in favor of the other. I need both to be satisfied. Anna gets that. And Grayson seems to as well." Davis sighs. "So ... I guess I have a pet peeve with the whole `greedy' crack. It'd be sort of like calling a gay dude greedy for wanting to both screw, and get screwed, or suck cock and get his cock sucked."
I sat back. I had never heard it explained this way. "Okay. I get it. Sorry man. Wasn't trying to offend ya."
"I know. Thanks." He smiled and stood up. "And it's not the same for everybody, I'm sure. But this is how it is for me." He shrugged. "And now you know."
I got up. "Yep. Thanks for sharing Davis. I mean that." I smile as he opens the door. "And glad things are going well for all of you."
He nods. "Fuck man, me too." He looks at Grayson at the desk, as he smiles and waves at a guest departing the gym. "Me too."
I slap him on the back, and peel off as my client enters the gym, and he heads to the desk to rejoin Grayson. She's early, but there's no reason not to get started.
As I take her back I look one more time at Grayson and Davis. They're at the desk, and Grayson has his hand on Davis' lower back. They're looking at some schedule, and Davis is explaining it to Grayson. Both have subtle smiles, and I join with one of my own. I'm happy for them.
I turn to my client and I focus on the task at hand. Okay, time to work!
Wayne's Journal - Part 24 (cont) 12 January 2018, Friday 1030 PM Daniel's Place
Ah it was so great to see Grayson in such a positive and good space! Saul, Martha, Daniel and I all went over around 6 PM to my house, well ... now his place, to see him. And I was right - Martha couldn't help herself. She made these unspeakably delicious appetizers - tender cubes of herbed chicken, with a dipping sauce made of peanut butter, chili paste, and molasses. She threatened me with bodily harm if I kept eating them before we even left the house.
We got there and Anna met us at the door with a big smile. "Come in!" She ogled when she saw Martha's platter of chicken and ramiken of sauce. "Ohhhhh ... looks great Martha!" She walked Martha into the kitchen while the rest of us filtered inside and stood in the living room.
Davis and Grayson appeared from the hall. "Hey guys!" Davis smiled. He motioned at a new coat rack in the corner. "Hang up your jackets and stay a while. We're just working on a music solution. Having trouble with this new soundsystem we picked up at Target."
Daniel hung up his black `Ison Bodyworks' jacket he got for Christmas from my sister's family. "Show me this offending soundsystem."
Davis grinned. I could tell he had hoped Daniel would volunteer to help. After Davis greeted the rest of us the two men walked down the hall to the guest bedroom - where I suppose they had stashed the soundsystem. I also noticed speakers wired in the corners of the room, along with a remote control sensor on one of the speakers. I smiled. He had already asked if he could make minor changes, and we had also discussed what rent would look like down the road. Sounds like he wants to stay a while. Grayson was definitely settling in, and that was fine.
Grayson stepped up and hugged both Saul and I. "Thanks for coming guys." He pulled back and I could see more unsaid in his eyes. I knew he was grateful for everything we had done for him, and he had gained enough confidence that he didn't need to keep saying it.
I clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Wouldn't miss it. Great to see you."
The five of us ended up in the kitchen, which was a bit of a squeeze. But nobody seemed to mind. Anna was still baking a meal of chicken breasts on a bed of tomatoes and fingerling potatoes tossed in olive oil and lemon juice. A big green salad sat on the counter, and a side of herbed zucchini noodles with broken peanut pieces was in a cast iron skillet, waiting to be stir fried to perfection. Healthy and delicious food. I began to think everyone knew how to cook better than me!
I heard someone go back into the living room, then music began to play over the speakers and someone gave a little cry of victory. "Nice job Daniel!' Davis said from the hall.
I laughed as Bear's Den began to play. Grayson smirked. "I liked your music at the party." He shrugged unapologetically.
Anna and Martha took the appetizers out to the living room and placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. Anna made these little prosciutto wrapped dried apricot pieces, smeared with a bit of larrupin sauce (a sweet, dill mustard), and a tiny amount of cream cheese to stick it all together. They're addictive. I know, because I stole one as she picked up the tray. Martha made a noise of disapproval, but I don't care. She's not the boss of me! Though, I won't tell her that ... There were also bags of corn chips along with salsa to dip. Saul and I helped by gathering that up and we followed the ladies out to the living room.
We all gathered there, and conversation naturally sparked between us. I watched the interplay between Grayson, Anna and Davis too. It was interesting to see the progression of what they were willing to display in front of us. I imagine that their budding relationship will mean many people will pass judgment on them. And that must be hard. But they know they're in a safe place with us, and there are many touches, looks, and even kisses between them all.
Grayson broke out this new card game called Joking Hazard. Oh man ... it's like Cards Against Humanity, but with these terrible, offensive comics. We played that, had appetizers, and laughed like crazy while the music played and dinner finished up. Saul and Davis seemed to be about equally inappropriate, and were tied with five cards each when the oven announced the timer was up.
We were all hungry. Anna got up to take dinner out, and while it rested Davis quickly stir fried the zucchini noodles for her. While they did that Martha joined them and tossed the salad with a citrus vinaigrette Anna had made.
We sat back in the living room with our plates, and took over the coffee table or held plates on our laps. The small kitchen table was nowhere near large enough to accomodate us all so we made do in the living room, but nobody seemed to mind. The food was all amazing, and Anna grinned as the compliments showered upon her.
We were soon done, and we took our plates to the kitchen. Grayson took on dish duty and Saul helped him. They forced the women out of the kitchen and refused to allow them to help. Martha shrugged and sat back on the couch with a relaxed sigh. Anna joined her and they both smiled at one another.
We chatted a bit, then the fellas joined us after the dishes were done. Then Martha looked over at Saul. Something passed between them, and he nodded at her.
Martha stood up. "So, I have something to announce guys."
We all instantly fell silent, and gave her our full attention. "Some of you know that my ultimate dream is to open a school for Krav Maga here in Humboldt County." A few nods around the room. "Well, I've been talking to a realtor. And ... I think I'm gonna put in an offer on the old co-op building, down on the waterfront."
Saul grinned at her, his pride and support evident. Daniel stood up. "Martha! That's awesome!" He hugged her, obviously excited. "When do you make the offer?"
She blew out a breath. "Well, I've got an appointment Monday with the bank. I've been saving for years, and I've got $150,000 in the bank. List price is $350,000." She smiled at Daniel. "Our arrangement really helped with my savings. My room and board are paid ... and I drive a beater with no car payment. Almost everything you pay me goes into savings." She nodded. "So I'm pretty well positioned to do it. If I walk in with that much cash down, I imagine I could probably swing another $200,000 through a loan." She grinned. "I'm hopeful I'll make the offer next week, after we work out the loan."
Everyone stood and talked excitedly about her plan. She amicably endured us with a smile.
That building is huge. HUGE. But it's also in need of a lot of work. I suddenly had an idea. "Hey Martha. Have you thought about the renovations you'll need, and the work that'll need to happen on the place? It's a big space, but it's obvious it needs quite a bit of work."
She sighed. "Yeah, that's the only downer. I'll have to contract out the work as I'm able to afford it." She waved a hand. "But let's see if the loan happens first."
"Okay. If it goes through and you want some input, I have an idea or two about a contractor." She looked curious but she only nodded.
Daniel grew thoughtful and frowned. "Hey ... so you won't have time to do a dojo and keep working for me."
Martha looked at him. "I'll be able to do both. I'm going to do a lot more meal prepping ahead of time, but yeah - I'll swing both. I've already thought about how much time it'll take, and when I'll be able to do what. The classes will be held after most people get off work - a couple of hours worth 3-4 days a week. If there's more of a demand then I'll increase the days, and maybe expand hours too. But not at your expense Daniel."
"Martha, if you become so successful you have to expand hours beyond what it'd take to stick with the work at the house, then you won't have to choose. I'll fire you." He grinned. "This is your dream. I'm not gonna stand in your way lady. And regardless the cottage will still be there for you. We're going to make this happen."
She stared at Daniel and frowned. "God damn it." She turned away and wiped at her face. "Ugh, fuck Daniel." Then she laughed and we joined her. She didn't have to thank him. He knew.
The rest of the evening we chatted about possibilities. We were all excited for Martha and the potential of her venture, and a lot of ideas were floated out there for using the space.
We all finally left around 945 PM. Martha and Saul were in the back cab of my truck, and we were all pretty quiet. I could tell we were mentally digesting the events of the evening.
Now I'm in bed with the lamp on, finishing up my entry. Daniel is curled into me, one arm over my lap and he's sleeping peacefully.
It's time to snuggle up to my fiance.
Till next time.