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Wayne's Journal - Part 29 09 February 2018, Friday 815 PM Our Place
Okay, Daniel is so damn sweet.
I've been studying really hard over the last couple of weeks. Because ... yeah, I want to work with Daniel, and I want to be a trainer in his and Davis' gym. But that means I have to get my certification wrapped up and handled. So, I've really put my head down and been going at it.
Daniel helps with some of the more difficult stuff. Much of it is about how the body moves, assessments, and other very practical, real world sort of things. So Daniel is able to physically show me many of the concepts, which helps considerably.
I got home from work today and wearily unloaded my computer bag and my ACE manual. I've been studying it over my lunches and on my breaks so it goes to work with me. Then I come home and I study here too.
Daniel came down the hall. His light brown hair was styled up into a soft point. He wore a nice black collared pullover shirt that clung to his chest in all the right ways, and his silver necklace hung at his neck, glittering against the dark fabric. He also wore a great pair of dark green Carhartt's that hugged his lower body. His brown boots had been brushed into a low shine, and matched his leather belt. I wanted to tear off all of his clothes as soon as I saw him.
"Hey Wayne." He came over and took my raincoat from me. His smile was so nice and welcome. I leaned forward and gently kissed him. He smelled of our pine/juniper soap, and shaving cream.
I leaned back and looked at him. "Hey Daniel. What's going on?" I rubbed the back of his neck as we stood and embraced. "You look and smell really good." I nuzzled him and was gratified to feel chillbumps rise on his skin.
He smiled. "We've got a reservation." He patted my rump. "Go clean up. We've got about 30 minutes before we need to be out the door."
"What's the occasion Mr. Ison?" I kissed him again, then ran my hand over his cheek. His skin was smooth from a recent shave.
"The occasion is I'm rewarding the man I love for all the work he has done." He kissed me back. "All the time he has spent, so he can be a part of my dream." His eyes soften. "You don't even know what that means to me."
I gaze back at him. "I have an idea. Probably similar to how it makes me feel, that you want me to be a part of it." We looked into one another's eyes a moment, and I could feel that familiar emotion begin to hit me. I shook my head. "Ah, okay I need to go get ready."
"Yeah. Sounds good love." He kissed my neck. "See you soon."
I took a fast shower and dressed carefully but quickly. I wore a pair of tan slacks, a dark blue button up shirt, brown low cut boots and my leather belt. I smiled as I caught the glitter of my ring on my finger in the mirror. My black hair was a bit wild. I can never seem to get it to fully obey me unless I put a lot of gel on it. And likes that it's ... what does he call it? Oh yeah, `perfectly imperfect'. Well, I'm glad he likes it. I turned my hips and grinned. These pants show off my package really well. Yep, good choice.
I couldn't help but smile as I finished up. I'm going on a date with Daniel, and there's nothing else I'd rather do tonight.
We left the house. We ended up in Old Town Eureka, at a great place called Five Eleven. It's modern, with art on the walls, wooden floors, high, exposed, dark ceiling, and nice tables. Modern without being pretentious. Yeah, good spot.
We're seated at a two person table. The chairs were across from each other, but Daniel moved his around till he sat at 90 degrees from me, so he was beside me, directly on my left. The young man serving us noticed, and I caught a slight smile from him.
"Would you gentlemen like anything to drink other than water?" The server asked, his blue eyes shifted back and forth between us.
"A glass of red wine please." Daniel said. He looked at me. "Want anything Wayne?"
I nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good. The same."
The server left to get our drinks. The room wasn't overly busy yet. It was only 6PM, and Five Eleven is a bit of a late dinner joint. Though there were five other tables with various families, college students, and couples. The sound in the space was a pleasant mix of low conversations, laughter, and eating good food.
While we waited for our drinks I looked at the menu. I instantly found what I wanted. "Oh man ... wood fired jerk chicken breast with salad. And a side of sweet potato fries." I put down the menu. "Done."
Daniel laughed. "If there are sweet potato fries to be had, you're having them!" I only shrugged and smiled. He chose the grilled pork loin which came with fingerling potatoes and a salad. That sounded good too. Can't really go wrong. Everything they do is great.
The server returned with our wine, took our orders and retreated back to the kitchen.
I sat next to my man and happily stared at him. He sipped his wine, looked over and put his arm around my shoulders. Then he pulled me in and kissed me. The table of students noticed, and we got a couple of grins from the girls in the group. Nobody really seemed to care much. Or if they did they didn't want to try messing with a guy Daniel's size. Either way it worked for me.
We chatted about the upcoming visit from my sister Laura and her family. And invariably conversation turned to our wedding that was fast approaching. Laura had eagerly agreed to get all the details of the wedding handled. It helped that it is going to be small. Laura, Matt, the kids, Martha, Saul, Grayson, Anna, and Davis.
Daniel asked Antonio if he'd like to be there. Apparently Antonio was offended that Daniel would even think it was an option for him to miss it. So, I'm going to get to meet Antonio - Martha and Daniel's dad. No pressure or anything!
Anna is even ordained (thank you internet!). Turns out she did it so she could marry a couple of lesbian friends of hers. When we found out and asked her, she laughed. "I've only married gay folks so far. Might as well keep the trend going." So she'll do our ceremony. I actually need to speak privately to her about that.
Our food arrived. Everything looked and smelled great. Daniel and I dug in, and shared bits of our meals with one another. He laughed at me for ordering sweet potato fries, yet he's the one who ate the lion's share of them! The punk. :-)
We finished up, totally satisfied. I sipped the very last of my wine, and sat back in my chair. "Oh man, that was great Daniel." I look over at him. "Thanks for dinner." I put my hand on the back of his neck. "And thanks for loving me."
Daniel smiled. "I can't help but love you. And you're welcome for dinner." He grinned. "Though you may be expected to put out now."
His timing was pretty great, because the server had just appeared around the corner with the check when Daniel said that. The young guy couldn't help but bark a short laugh. He reddened and put his hand over his mouth. "Ah, I'm sorry!"
I laughed. "Don't be. It was funny."
Daniel paid up and we left the place. Though he didn't head to the car. Instead he started walking a street I knew well.
"Ahhhh ... coffee?" We entered Old Town Coffee and Chocolate which was only about a block from Five Eleven.
"Yep, gonna finish up in the place it started. Where you and I started." He smiled as we got into line. "Though I'll stick with decaf this late."
"Same." We got through line, placed our orders and shortly had our drinks. We sat at "our" table. It was nice to be there with him. And it was pretty fun to realize it has only been a little over two months since I met this man. That amazes me. And I know many would think that we're nuts for getting married in March. But I'm sure of this path. As I sipped my decaf coffee and peered over the rim of my cup at him, I knew that I've never been more sure of anything.
We chatted and it felt so comfortable. Somehow I never run out of things to talk about with Daniel. He continually interests and engages me.
Once we finished we left. Daniel put his arm around my shoulders on the short walk to the car. And we laughed at the looks from those who noticed us.
On the drive home I reached over and put a hand on his strong leg. I liked the feel of the muscles under my hand when they moved as he worked the pedals. And I kept sneaking glances at him. His strong jaw, his green eyes, his hair ... he's handsome for sure. But more, he's such a good man. I can't get over what a great person and how generous he is toward me, and just about anybody he encounters.
We got home and he led me inside. Nobody was in the house and he pulled me to him while we stood in the living room. Our hips were together and he looked into my eyes.
"Enjoy dinner?" He reached up and ran his fingers through the hair on the side of my head.
I smiled at the contact. "Yeah." I leaned forward and kissed him, soft and sweet. Then I pulled back a little. "But the company was better."
He smiled back at me. "This night is all about you Wayne." He rubbed his hands down my spine. "Whatever you want from me, that's what you'll get."
My breathing picked up. I knew exactly what I wanted from him, though I'd never actually asked for it before. "Really?" I licked my lips and rested my hands on the back of his neck. "Well ... I think I want you to have your way with me." I rubbed my beard against his cheek. "You're in charge. You get to do whatever you like."
He smiled. Then the expression disappeared and he growled against the skin of my neck. Instantly chill bumps rose. Then he just scooped me up, like I weighed nothing. I laughed as he walked down the hall with me.
We entered the bedroom and he put me down. I started to remove my clothes but he pulled my hands away. "No." He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Stand there. Move only if I tell you or move you."
I shivered. Then he got close, gripped my head, licked up the side of my neck and he bit me. My half awake cock was suddenly rock hard. Daniel pulled back and he unbuttoned my shirt. Soon we were both naked, thanks to his not so patient hands. Then he moved one pace away.
I watched him. My erection moved to my heartbeat as he eyed me. I felt as if I were being measured by a predator. And a thrill went up my spine as he stepped close. Slowly, he brought his body against mine and ran his hands up and down from my neck to my backside.
I wanted to touch him, but I knew better. I stood stock still as his hands roamed. He put his face against my neck and inhaled. I felt his mouth open, his lips against my skin. Then I could feel his teeth scrape the tender skin there, and his breath was warm as he breathed. My jaw worked and my own breathing picked up.
He suddenly pushed me to my knees and guided my mouth onto his dick. Instead of my controlling things and sucking him, he gripped my skull and he began to pump his hips. He stared down at me, those green eyes still those of an animal.
I loved this! He fucked my face, and I began to taste precome. He grunted and groaned, the sound feral and intense. Another taste of precome and he inhaled then pulled his hips back. His cock came out of my mouth with a slurping sound. I knew he had gotten close, and he streamed saliva and precome.
He pulled me to my feet, then he pushed me onto my back on the bed. He looked down at me. "Don't let me get you off. Tell me if you get close." Then he pounced on my dick and started deep throating me.
His hand pressed against my taint and created a great pressure against my balls. I gasped as his throat worked on my shaft. God that felt so amazing. Only about 30 seconds passed.
"Stop. Stop." He did and raised up to look at me as I lay breathing hard on my back. He waited about ten seconds, then he went back down on me. He repeated his deep throat. Only about 20 seconds went by and again I cried out. "Stop!"
My dick oozed, and I had to really concentrate to avoid getting off. He grinned. "Ohhhh ... that was pretty close wasn't it?"
I nodded. He smiled and climbed on top of me. He lay with his hard cock against mine. He reached up, grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my head. Then he started grinding. Even that felt awesome. I squirmed.
"Ah. Damn it." I licked my lips. "I'm gonna get off soon."
He smiled, and stopped. "Not yet you're not." Then his teeth again found my neck and he bit down lightly.
By now I was primed to get off. Any sort of continuous stimulation would do it, and Daniel knew that. He lay beside me and very lightly ran his fingers over my balls and dick. I writhed and my eyes rolled back into my skull. He watched me, a lustful smirk on his face, and he continued to gently run his fingertips over my sensitive groin.
I began to moan. "God." My voice was shaky. I swallowed, and gripped the bedspread under me. Daniel's fingers continued their feather light teasing. But even that was going to do it. My breath started to come in gasps and Daniel grinned as my mouth opened, and the contractions of my body began.
I shot up all the way to my neck with a grunt, and Daniel finished by rubbing me until I stopped with a shudder.
My whole body tingled and I blinked as I lay there. My front was sticky with my own semen. Daniel sat up on his knees and smiled down at me. Then he lay back on top of me, smearing my semen between us. My arms circled him and he ground his hips into mine. We kissed and it was passionate, hungry, and insistent as he moved against me.
His breath picked up. Not long after he started he tensed and I felt him get off. His hips continued a bit more, and he finished with a sigh. He lay on top of me, and my hands ran up and down his back. It reminded me of our first time together and I smiled.
We smelled of spunk. We carefully got up so as to keep the bedding as clean as possible, and went to the shower. We finished with our rinse quickly and spend a few moments drying one another and stealing more kisses.
It was now getting late, at least for us. And we climbed into bed. As is typical, Daniel is asleep with one arm thrown over my waist and his face against my hip.
I really love this man.
Till next time.
Wayne's Journal 18 February 2018, Sunday 1025 AM Our Place
I've not written for quite a while. There has just been too much to do.
My sister and her family have been here for a day. They're staying here at our place for their visit. Matt went with Daniel, Davis and Martha to the building. He wanted to get a look at the space in person. Also holy crap ... Matt has lost weight! And it's weird, but he looks taller. Maybe it's just because of the change in his weight, but I swear he's a tiny bit taller.
He's also moving ... differently. I've always been used to him moving pretty carefully, slowly. Sort of like he was planning what his next step was going to be. But now he's more fluid. Whatever Daniel did for him, it seems to have done more than weight loss.
Laura, the kids, and Anna are all here. We've been planning wedding stuff, and I had no idea so much planning could go into something so intimate and small.
After we had breakfast and they left to go see the building, we really got down to the planning. "We're not going at this half-assed because it's small." Laura stared off into space as she imagined it. "There's going to be cake. There's going to be toasts with wine. There's going to be music." Then her expression became introspective and she slowly focused on me. "That is ... if you guys want all that." She grinned. "Sorry. I'm just a little excited!"
I laughed. "Hey, it all sounds fine to me." I hugged her. "I'm glad you're here, and I'm glad you're doing this for us." I looked at Laura. "Thanks sis."
"Hey, I love a party!" She laughed. She's right about that.
Anna stood at the kitchen island listening, and jotting notes. "Okay. What song do you want for the ceremony itself? And how do you want to structure the ceremony? I have some ideas, but I want to hear what you had in mind first."
"Ahhhh ... yeah. The ceremony itself." I smiled at Anna. "The music, I'll have to think about. But I need to talk to you about something else." I pulled out a folded piece of paper. "I need a time set aside during the ceremony to say something. That okay?"
Anna smiled. "It's your guys' ceremony Wayne and Daniel is trusting the details to you. However you want is how it'll be."
I grinned. "Good." I leaned forward and unfolded the paper. Both women bent to read it. "Here's what I'm thinking."
Daniel 18 February 2018, Sunday 450PM Our Place
Wayne, Laura and Anna are all out of the house. They are supposed to go to Ramone's Bakery for wedding cake discussions with their head baker. Then they're going to see about a local act for a band. Personally, I think it's crazy to spend so much time on this stuff. All I want is for him to be my husband, and that it's witnessed by our family and friends. That'll be enough for me. I guess I'm a simple guy when it comes to this sort of thing. But this is important to Wayne and his family. So I'm happy to go along.
Josh and Miranda are both out in the living room with myself, Matt, Martha and Davis. Saul is in the kitchen working on a pretty sizeable dinner to free Martha up for our meeting. He's a pretty good cook, and Martha didn't say it, but I can tell she's glad he's pitching in. Grayson is actually working the gym today, otherwise I'm sure he'd be here too. But Davis is stealing the show.
Davis is a big guy, even in terms of people who work out. And the kids seem to be fascinated by him. He's eating it up too.
Josh looks back and forth between us then focuses on Davis. "You're bigger than Daniel!"
I roll my eyes and Davis laughs. "Yep." He flexes his arm and it comes to a classic peak on his bicep.
Josh oggles him. "Wow!" Davis only grins. Both Josh and Miranda hang off their dad, Matt who sits on the couch across the room from the big man.
I chuckle. "He's not gonna bite ya. Go over and talk to him if you want."
Josh shook his head with a frown. I guess he was intimidated by Davis. But Miranda surprised us all. She walked across the room, grinned and held out her arms for Davis to pick her up. Matt's mouth dropped open.
"Miranda ..." he blinked as Davis happily scooped her up, "wow."
I gaped. "Hey!" Miranda turned to look at me while she sat on Davis' lap. I pointed. "You didn't let me love on you for days!"
She laughed and flopped her face against Davis' chest, so she could still look at me. Davis laughed along with her. "Sorry Daniel." He shrugged. "I can't help if she has excellent taste."
I just shake my head.
I hear the door and turn to see Grayson enter. He came straight from Healthsport. He is looking good himself. His lanky frame is slowly filling out as his practice with Wayne and his weight training make their mark on his body. He has added seven pounds of muscle in a month. Physically he is in the best condition of his life, and he has steadily improved psychologically as well. It'll take time for his trauma to fade, but he's on the path.
"Hey!" He put his hands on his hips and looked at Miranda. "What are you doing sitting on his lap missy!?"
The kids have already met everyone. But Miranda is usually very shy, and has yet to warm up to anybody but Davis, Daniel and of course her family, including Wayne. At least that's what we all thought.
She giggles and wraps her arms around Davis, as if Grayson is going to try to pry her off of him. Grayson's eyes narrow, and he hunkers down in an exaggerated "I'm gonna get you" stance. She squeals, drops to the ground, and tears through the living room into the gym. Grayson pelts behind her, stomping like a big kid. Both of them are laughing.
Matt frowns in total surprise. "Wow." He waves his hand toward the gym where happy noises of conflict emanate. "Okay, maybe she's over the `stranger danger' phase."
"Looks like it!" I laugh.
Eventually things settle back to some sort of normalcy. Matt has a lot of input on the building and we all listen attentively. It's not even officially Martha's yet, but we're getting a jump on everything, and that feels great. The kids grew bored with the grown up discussion, and they retreated to one of the bedrooms where their toys, drawing pads, and pencils are stashed.
Martha and I listen, jot notes, and as time goes on I'm happier and happier that Matt is here. It's exceedingly obvious calling him a "contractor" is a gross underappreciation of his skill-set and abilities. Yeah, I know he's an engineer too. And now I know why. Periodically Martha glances at me, a smile on her lips. Yeah, she knows it too.
"Okay, so I'm going to need a decent crew. I'll get started on that sooner rather than later. Tomorrow actually." Matt taps the eraser of his pencil against a pad of paper he is using to take notes. "I've got all of the major roles we'll need covered. And I'll start with the local outfits - find out if anybody wants some side work. That usually nets experienced folks who are between jobs. Because this time of year, contracting work is tough to come by." He nodded, satisfied, then looked up at Martha. "Sound all right to you?"
Martha nods. "You're the expert here. I trust your judgement Matt." She smiles. "Really appreciate that you're here doing this."
Grayson clears his throat. "Hey, so I'm actually not bad with carpentry." We all turned to look at him and he gave a sheepish smile. "Used to do it back home with my uncles. Helped build a few houses."
Matt smiles. "Well that works for me. Long as Davis doesn't mind losing you at the front desk."
Davis nods. "We'll get by at Healthsport." Then he sighs. "And ... we've got to give our notice soon." His face takes on a mixed expression. "Worked there a long time. Gonna be weird."
"Same for me and Saul." Wayne nodded along with Davis. "I know what you mean."
"On to bigger and better things guys." I smile at them. "It's time. Davis and I have waited a long time for this."
The big man smiles back at me. "You're right." His smile grows into a grin. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Me too." Wayne says. He looks over at Matt. "Thanks for playing your part Matt."
"Wouldn't miss it." He picks up his papers. "Guys, something smells great." He starts for the kitchen. "And I'm starving!"
We go in to find Saul plating dinner for us, and we all sit. This time we had to use both the table and the island. That's the first time ever for that! But I look around ... see all these wonderful people.
And I like it. I like it a lot.