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This section starts by following Daniel around while he comes to terms with his interactions so far with Wayne. The story is in sequence of events, so this follows the events of Wayne's Journal 2.
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Daniel - Part 1
08 December 2017, Friday 9:00 AM
I left Wayne's place early this morning after we dressed in our gym clothes. Before we left we made out a bit. It got both our motors running with no place to go, as we didn't have time to do more. He is so damnably attractive. I even thought about tempting him to stay, and skipping my own gym-time for him. But he's made such great progress - I've seen his before pic and I can't be a temptation for him to skip the gym.
Afterwards I drove home. I don't usually stay over anywhere, so the first night I was away Martha had messaged to ask if I was okay. I managed to secretly respond and then shut off my phone. This time I told her I would probably be out again. She had smiled knowingly, her brown eyes sparkling. I parked in my garage and closed the door. Then I walked directly into my home gym.
It is a fantastic set up if I do say so myself. I have the best weight machines, free weights, benches, a matted area for stretching and calisthenics, and three different cardio machines. All of it is professional grade equipment. What can I say? My body is my investment and my income. I'm not settling for second best gear.
I began today's workout. It's leg day, so I set about brutalizing them with multiple versions of squats, leg press, deadlifts, calf raises and a couple of other oddball exercises to round it out. After a lot of sweat and a couple of hours I was done.
I took my shower and dressed in a nice track suit, and a shirt that showed off my upper body without looking like I was trying too hard. Once I was cleaned up and dressed I walked into my office. I spent a couple of hours designing new routines for various clients, based on the numbers and subjective feedback of the clients. I fired those off to their respective owners, and logged into the forum. I quickly answered some questions there. Then I checked the time. I was pushing my schedule, so I logged out.
I heard Martha in the kitchen a few minutes ago. She was done and was somewhere else by the time I got up and walked into the room. The large space has a built-in island in the center. And there were two Pyrex glass bowls with my lunch and snacks on top of it. I grabbed them. I didn't look, and I have no idea what Martha made. But it'll be tasty and good for me. I walked over to the blender and hit the "on" button. The components of the shake Martha had started for me were mixed up, and after a few moments I cut the power, then poured it into my portable shaker.
I headed toward the garage and took a slug of the shake. Mmmmm ... chocolate peanut butter today. Martha knows me well.
As I got into my car, I couldn't help myself. My mind wandered back to Wayne. Physically, this has become the most satisfying thing I've ever had. I can hardly believe this guy is so new to men. I mean, I do believe it ... but I've just never seen a guy catch on this quick to what I like and want. Ever. He's just tuned in to what makes me tick.
I drove to HSU, but Wayne would not leave my mind. I feel all weird and giddy around him. It's hard for me to be normal. I just want to touch and kiss, and have mad crazy sex with him.
I parked at the University, walked to the fitness center and continued to obsess over Wayne. Despite the great quality of the sex I am determined to do something other than screw next time we hang out. I want to see how we fit together in other ways. Physically it's amazing, but I want to know the rest. I feel like I need to know the rest.
Before this week Jason was the last time I had a physical relationship with anybody. And that has been two years. I really hadn't been looking for anything either. At least not until I saw Wayne on the Facebook group. I didn't know if he was gay, or willing to explore. And I was doing fine on my own. I got to really focus on myself - financially, professionally, physically and mentally for a couple of years. And it helped a lot.
But damn it. I find myself so drawn to Wayne. He FASCINATES me. I had no idea I would get to this point, this fast.
I do feel bad about not revealing the whole truth about my situation. And now it's kind of terrifying. What is he going to do when he finds out that I'm already certified, have a large clientele, and that I answered him on the Facebook group and offered to study because I respected his self-transformation? And that ... I admit, I also thought he was hot. If I had to describe my type it'd be "in-shape bear/cub". And he fits that bill to a T. I'm just lucky he doesn't seem to be looking for a paid trainer online. Otherwise he'd already know about my work.
Also, if things keep headed this direction I know he's going to eventually want to see my place. I guess that'll be the time everything gets out in the open. I need to figure out how I'm going to tell him the truth. It needs to be sooner rather than later too. I like him too much to keep him in the dark long. Even though I've only known him a week I feel like I know a lot about his character. I don't think he'd try to take advantage of me financially, or in any other way. Sadly, I have to worry about that now-a-days.
I expected we might hit it off physically and put an end to my self-imposed dry spell. Honestly, I thought that'd be it. I'd help him get certified. We'd have something physical and fun, probably something a little shallow. But ... now I find myself thinking about him all the damn time. Even Jason didn't have this kind of effect on me. I've nothing in my history that compares to the way Wayne jumbles up my insides. I've never wanted to make someone feel good more in my life.
Well, no time to think much about it. I have two in-person training sessions today. A couple of HSU footballers who are trying to up their game, and are willing to pay for the training. So I'll be working here at HSU with them in back to back sessions. Then this afternoon I've got a remote session planned to catch up with another client in Indiana which I'll do from my office back home. This lady is looking to become the next big thing in women's cycling, and she's SERIOUS. She has multiple sponsors already, and additional endorsements are only a single high profile race away. Had to do some research for her, but I'm ready with the changes needed for her program now.
Right on time, my first client just walked into the gym so I need to stop the naval gazing. I'll have time for feelings later. But for now, it's time to WORK.
Wayne's Journal - Part 3
08 December 2017, Friday 5:20 PM
I'm home. I have to clean this place a bit. Been slacking a little since I've been hanging out so much with Daniel. So SO worth it. I also need to study more this weekend. I've got a text in to Daniel to ask if he wanted to get together and actually STUDY. :-D I plan to do some tonight at the coffee shop, and told him to meet me there if he wanted to join me.
I'm off to the coffee shop. I hope Daniel shows!
Friday, Daniel's Place 10:30 PM
Wow. There's so much running through my mind. I should be mad at Daniel for what he did. But I just can't force myself to be. I'll explain. This is going to be a LONG entry.
After I got to the coffee shop I settled in to study. Daniel never texted back, so I figured he was busy. I had to shake away the thought that maybe he was busy with another guy ... that didn't sit well with me. But I forced myself not to barrage him with texts, and tried hard to concentrate on my course work.
After about an hour I saw Daniel come in. He didn't have his bag with him, so at the time I guessed that he didn't intend to study. Maybe he had already done what he needed to do? Before he caught sight of me I took him in. He wore tan carhartt pants, and a very nice black coat. Its first few buttons were open, and I could see a black undershirt beneath that seemed to stick to his skin. A silver necklace shown at his throat, and set off his look perfectly. His short brown hair was pushed back and up, and came to a soft point in front. He looked really good. He turned heads wherever he walked. And I just stared. Eventually he saw me, and he grinned broadly.
He walked quickly through the crowded space and joined me at the small table. "Hey." I could tell he wanted to kiss, or touch me, but we both refrained. "Good to see you Wayne." He said when he had settled in.
"You too." I smiled back at him. Then I pointed at his side of the table. "No books? You done studying tonight?"
His expression seemed a little pained. "Ah ... yeah." He licked his lips, and actually looked a bit nervous. "Uh, I wanted to talk to you."
I unconsciously straightened. "Oh?" I cleared my throat. "You seem nervous. Is it something serious?" My mind immediately jumped to the worst case - that he no longer wanted to see me. I tried to tell myself that I was being silly, and to just hear him out.
He thought over his response. "I think it is sort of serious." He frowned. "Hard to categorize I guess." He stood up. "I'd really like to just take you over to my place. I'd like you to see it."
"Oh ... okay." I was a little confused about the need for us to do this right now, but it seemed pretty important to him. I stood and began to put my books and papers away.
"Let's take your truck home, then you can ride over with me?" He smiled at me. "That is, if you're okay staying over?"
I felt relief hit me. He wouldn't invite me overnight if he was about to break things off. At least I sure hoped not! "Yeah, that sounds great." I looked down my nose at him with my best serious expression. "I DO have to study sometime this weekend though."
He laughed. And held up his right hand with three fingers together. "Scout's honor, you'll get your studying done."
He followed me to my place. I picked up a change of clothes and my overnight bag. I had already packed one, just in case something like this happened. A fella has to be prepared! I also took my journal, luckily, since there's so much to write about.
I got into his car. It was an older Dodge Challenger. But the engine must have been newer. It sounded smooth, and not loud like I expected out of a muscle car. It was extremely well maintained. I looked around at the interior. "Wow. This is a nice ride!"
He looked over and grinned. "Thanks. I work hard to keep her going." He patted the dash with more than a little affection. He pulled away from my house and drove south through Eureka. When he got to Elk River Road he turned up the hill. I watched as the houses got fewer between, but larger in size. Eventually we slowed, and he turned down a driveway I didn't even notice until we were right on it.
I saw lights in the dark, partially hidden behind some trees. We continued to slowly move forward. And suddenly I heard the noise of a garage door. Daniel pulled the car into a pristine two car garage. He stopped the car and turned off the engine. The door closed behind us.
I looked at the place. It was HUGE. Just the garage looked to be 600 sq ft. "Holy crap." I said in a near whisper. "This is yours?"
Daniel set his jaw and nodded. "Yeah." He opened his door. "Come on. I want to show you around, and then we need to talk a bit."
I was in a bit of a daze. He led me through his home. It was a single story, but it was a large place. Three bedrooms, palatial kitchen, two bathrooms. He has a huge, extremely well outfitted home gym with better equipment than is in my professional one. The last room he showed me was his media room. There were a bunch of webcams, recording equipment and other gear in there. All I could think about was how much this all must cost.
He saw my expression and sat down in the desk chair. "Wayne, sit down for a minute please." He motioned to another chair in the room that was close to him. I sat and I looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
He took a breath. "Okay, first, I want to right a wrong. I'm already ACE certified."
I frowned. "What?"
"I'm already ACE certified." He repeated and looked down at his hands between his knees. He licked his lips. "I ... ah ... I wanted to meet you. And so when you put out the plea for help, I posted on the group that I needed to study too."
"But ... but why would you say that?" I felt the start of anger at being duped and I heard the edge in my voice appear. "You lied to me."
He closed his eyes. "I know. I'm sorry." He wrung his hands a little. "Look, it was wrong of me to trick you. I wasn't trying to play any kind of game, or anything."
"What were you trying to do then?" I crossed my arms over my chest, and I glared at him
He looked back up at me, took in my expression and my posture then straightened in his seat. "I want you to see something." He turned in his seat and began tapping on his keyboard. In a few seconds he was at a search engine. "Here." He got up. "Have a seat. And type in my name."
I eyed him, a little wary and hurt. But I slid into the seat. "My last name is Ison." He said.
So I did. I typed `Daniel Ison' into the search and immediately a webpage was at the top of the pile of results. "Click on that one at the top." He stood behind me, hands on the back of the chair. I clicked the link.
There was a webpage with a professional shot of Daniel in nothing but a pair of small gym shorts, posing in a classic flex. My cock stirred just from seeing it. The page was filled with testimonials, and links to a myriad of personal training services. There was a forum where clients could chat with Daniel, or with each other. I saw his pricing schedule for various services (holy shit), and sample workouts anybody could use to get started for free.
I looked up at him. "What?" I looked back at the screen. "What is all this?"
"It's my business." He turned my chair around and he knelt directly in front of me. "I have a pretty successful personal training business Wayne." He motioned at the house around us. "All this is because of the work I put in to build it. All the time spent. All the effort." He sighed. "And, I didn't know how far I wanted things to go with you and I. So ... initially, I didn't want to reveal any of it. I wanted to approach you on a financially level field, and get to know you before you knew about all of this."
I stared at him and thought about his words. Something he said stuck in my mind. "How far have we gone Daniel?" I leaned forward till my face was only a few inches from his. I was beginning to understand why he did what he did, but I still didn't like it. "How far CAN we go, if I'm just now finding out about this?"
He squirmed, and inwardly I felt a little sour stab of satisfaction. "I'm sorry." I could hear the misery in his voice. He looked down. "I just wanted to be sure you liked ... ME. Not my success."
I took a moment, then reached and pulled his face up till he looked at me again. "Daniel. I'm not interested in your money, or what appears to be your bodybuilding empire." I smiled slightly at him. "I get why you did it. But I think you could have handled it differently."
"Oh you're right about that. I know I messed up." He nodded. Then he smiled experimentally at me. "So, are we okay? You're not mad at me?"
I held up a hand and my expression got serious. "Oh no. Not so fast." His face fell.
"What? What can I do to make it up to you?" The earnestness of his face was almost too much for me.
"Just one thing." I grinned. "I want you to explain EXACTLY how far you think we've gone." I watched his face screw up in a frown. "Tell me what the status is of this little adventure we're on together, and I'll tell you if I think you're right or not." I held up a finger. "Are we, friends?" Another finger. "Fuckbuddies?" Another. "Boyfriends?" I put my hand down and smiled sweetly at him. "Your choice. Choose wisely."
His face went slack and he lost some color. "I don't like this game." He shook his head. "You find out how I feel without revealing how you do. This isn't very fair."
"Just like your lying to me wasn't." I held up the three fingers again. "Friends, fuckbuddies, or boyfriends."
After a minute he glared at me. Finally he blew out a breath. "I think right now, we're friends and fuckbuddies." He looked down. "But if you wanted to ... I'd like to try the boyfriend thing ..." He said quietly.
I swallowed a more emotional response, then leaned down and kissed him. It was soft and slow and Daniel melted into it. I smiled when we parted. "That was pretty much a perfect answer."
He smiled then laughed. "So, you'll be my boyfriend?" His eyes danced. "We're boyfriends now?"
I grinned, nodded and my belly flopped around. He leaned forward. He was still on his knees so he wrapped his arms around my stomach and back. His head was pressed under my arm against my side. I put my hand on his back.
"Thank you." He said, his voice a little muffled.
"For what?" I moved my hand to rub his head, and ran my fingers through his slightly gelled hair.
"For giving me a chance to explain why I was so stupid." He sighed. "I really am sorry. I won't ever lie to you again."
"You'd better not." I pulled him up so I could reach him with a kiss, and laid one on him. His hand found the back of my head and the kiss built in intensity. Then he pulled away.
"No. No." He shook his head.
"What?" I tried to pull him back to me but he resisted.
"If we start making out, we're going to end up screwing again. And I wanted to do something other than that tonight." He smiled. "At least, for the first part of the evening."
I laughed. "You really can't help yourself huh?" I leaned forward and put my forehead against his. "You know that makes me want to seduce you even more." I tilted my head and gently rubbed my short but thick beard on his face.
He groaned. "You ARE a tempter!" He got to his feet, and an obvious erection strained at the front of his carhartts. He pulled me up out of the chair where my own cock was plainly trying to cut through my jeans. He grinned at the sight. I watched as he began to reach for it, but he stopped himself, and put his hands on my waist instead. "God, you are so fucking hot." He shook his head and took a breath. "Okay, come on. I've got reservations for us. And if we don't get a move on we'll be late."
A few minutes later we pulled up in front of a great place called Brick and Fire. It's a small, cozy joint in town. I've eaten there a few times but I don't make it a habit. It seems the place to take a date, and I never had much chance for that sort of thing. At least, not till now. :-)
We entered the restaurant, and I saw that almost every table was filled. There were even people at the small bar, nibbling on appetizers and sipping wine. We were met by a young lady with blonde hair and a discrete emerald nose piercing. It set off her green eyes nicely. "Gentlemen, welcome to Brick and Fire." She smiled genuinely. "Do you have reservations?"
Daniel took charge and soon she led us to a table in the front corner, to the side of the door. It was tucked on the edge of the main room, and was honestly perfect in every way I could have hoped. I sat and looked around. There was art on the walls, candles burned on every table, and the murmur of conversation was all around us, but not overpoweringly loud.
I looked at Daniel to see him watching my face. He had the strangest expression. His brown eyes glittered, and his mouth was drawn into a line. He stared at me with a level of intensity I rarely see in anyone. I noticed he was taking rapid shallow breaths.
"Daniel?" My voice seemed to jolt him out of his weird revivere. "Hey, you okay?" I wanted to reach across the table for his hand, and had actually moved to do so before I caught myself.
He nodded once, short and crisp. "I'm fine." He seemed to shake off whatever had clouded his mind. And he smiled. He looked down at the table and his eyes landed on my hand, stretched halfway to his own. The smile faltered. Then he looked back up at my face again. Very deliberately he reached across and took my hand in his. "I don't care who sees us."
I swallowed. "Okay." I was both excited to publicly show my affection for him, and a little nervous. But we're both big guys, and in obviously good condition - Daniel in particular. Someone would need to be crazy to fuck with the both of us. I grinned as I thought about that.
Our server appeared beside the table. We were so focused on each other neither of us noticed her approach. "Gentlemen, here's some water and a basket of our housemade bread." She didn't bat an eye at our clasped hands and sat the items down on the table. Though I am sure I saw her smile broaden when she looked at us. "I'll give you a chance to look over the menu. There's also a wine list. I could give you a recommendation based on your preferences. Just say the word."
Daniel smiled up at her, and didn't move his hand at all. "Thank you." He looked back at me and squeezed my hand a little. "I'm driving. But this one can have whatever he'd like."
I returned his smile then looked up. "A glass of whatever Syrah you have available will be fine."
She smiled, slightly nodded her head and left the table.
I looked at Daniel and he was back to staring at me. He smiled then released my hand. "I guess we should pick out what we'd like for dinner."
"Okay. Sounds good." My skin tingled all over. I was amazed at how intense it is being around him, even when we were not actively humping like rabbits.
She returned with my glass of wine, and to take our orders.
I made myself choose and settled on the "Brick Bird". It's a game hen that has been flattened at the chest by a brick, and is baked/broiled (brick and all) in their woodfired oven. It came with scalloped potatoes, balsamic grilled vegetables, and a side salad.
Daniel chose a thin cut flank steak in an ancho chili, blackberry sauce. His also came with scalloped potatoes, but he traded them out for fresh fruit. A side salad and sliced, grilled portabella rounded out his selection.
We handed our menus over to our server. She left and I shook my head. "What?" Daniel asked with a wry grin.
"No wonder you're in such great shape. You can resist the siren song of scalloped potatoes." I nodded. "I'm impressed."
"Oh I'm having a bite of yours." He smiled at me. "If you'll allow it that is."
I narrowed my eyes at him and rubbed my bearded chin. "We'll see."
He laughed and found my hand again on the table with his own. We chatted easily while we waited. I took a few sips of my drink, but I wanted to save most of it for my meal. It was great wine. A hint of sweet, little bite, and even an undercurrent of cherries. I had not had any sort of alcohol for months. But this was a special occasion.
After about 20 minutes our meals arrived. We were both very hungry, and tore into our food.
It was all delicious. We ended up sharing bits of our respective meals with one another. And, I would like to add, Daniel ended up with TWO bites of my potatoes. I'm a generous man.
We finished our meals, and I had just drank the last of my wine when our server returned. "More wine for you?" She motioned at my empty glass as I sat it down, and began to clear out plates from the table."
"Oh, no thank you." I smiled with a little lust at Daniel. "I want to be very awake and aware tonight." It was immeasurably satisfying to see Daniel blush.
Our server grinned and nodded. "I can't blame you." She added with a laugh, and left loaded with our dirty dishes.
"Good god, you're so bad." Daniel was still blushing, but he smiled at me. I noticed how perfect his teeth were, and how much I wanted to kiss him.
The check came. Daniel took it and pulled out a number of $20 dollar bills. I started to reach for my wallet.
"No." Daniel shot me a glance as he counted. "My idea, my treat." He put the money in the tray. "Besides ... think of it as penance."
I laughed. "Okay." I put my wallet away. "Thank you."
He looked at me, swallowed almost nervously, and nodded with a half smile. I noticed, but it was subtle, and not quite enough for me to bring up. I still wonder what was on his mind.
We left, not full but satisfied and he drove us back to his place.
He led us into the house, and while walking through I noticed that the kitchen looked different from when we left. Some canisters were moved, and a cutting board was washed and draining next to the sink. I frowned. "Hey ... does someone else live with you?"
He turned and looked at me, and had the guiltiest smile. "Ah, that'd be Martha." He bit his lower lip. "She's my housekeeper, and my cook."
I stared at him a moment. "You have a housekeeper." He nodded. "And she cooks for you." Another nod. I closed my eyes and shook my head, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Wow."
"Hey. Don't judge me!" He frowned and pushed me gently. Then he smiled. "Honestly, she's a lifesaver. If she weren't here I'd never be able to get my work done." He led us into his office. While I silently shook my head behind him.
He turned to me. "Okay. You stay here till I come to get you. All right?"
I looked at him, my suspicion obvious. "Okay. What are you up to?"
He grinned. "You'll see." He walked out of the room, then poked his head back into the office. "Seriously. Stay in this room!"
I swatted at him and he disappeared down the hallway. I heard his footsteps, and a door opened somewhere down the passage.
I sat as patiently as I could. But I was antsy. I looked around the space for something to occupy my time, and I found what looked to be a storyboard of some kind covered on an easel. Of course, I removed the drop cloth over it. It was broken into four rectangular shapes, all different sizes. The first rectangle was labeled "Before". And in that rectangle was a picture. It was a guy in swim trunks who looked to weigh close to 250 lbs. He was large, fat, and looked unhappy. I realized with a start that it was Daniel.
"Wow." I ran my fingers over the picture. Then I heard noise down the hall and I quickly covered the posterboard.
I managed to get myself seated back at the desk just before Daniel poked his face around the doorjamb. "Hey." He looked nervous. I stood up.
"Hey." I smiled in what I hoped was a reassuring expression. "Everything okay?"
He nodded. "Yeah." He nodded again, as if trying to convince himself. "It's ready. Come on." He reached for my hand and I gave it to him. He then led me down the hall to the master bedroom door. It was open and I looked into the space.
I gaped. "Whoa." Eight candles lit the room in a soft glow. There was some ethereal music playing very low that reminded me of a soundtrack to a fantasy film. And on the bedside table there was a large bottle of what looked to be oil. The entire room smelled faintly of sage and almonds. I was still ogling when I noticed he was watching me intensely.
I turned to him, a little stunned. "Do you like it?" He stared at me, trying to read my reaction. I blinked and looked back into the room.
"This ... you did this for me?" My voice wavered.
He nodded. "I wanted to do something for you. To show that I really appreciate you."
I didn't understand why in that moment, but I suddenly found myself on the edge of tears. I am not an overly emotional guy, but I struggled to hold myself together. Nobody had ever done anything like that for me.
"Fuck." I felt a tear streak down my face and I turned away from him. I really didn't want him to see me cry.
He put his arms around me from behind. "Hey. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to upset you." His voice was low, and he felt incredible as he held onto me. His warmth was on my neck, and I could smell his amazing scent. I managed to forestall any other tears and took a deep breath.
"I'm not upset Daniel." I turned back around in his arms and lay my head on his chest. "This is perfect." He stood there with me and he rubbed my back and my head with his strong hands. I closed my eyes and let him touch me. A few minutes later, I could feel both of us were turned on, but I wasn't about to break the spell.
He cleared his throat. "I could do this for a long time Wayne." Daniel gently pushed me back so he could look at me. He smiled. "But I have other plans for you tonight."
I answered him with a nod. "Do what you will. I'm yours." I leaned forward and kissed him. It was one of those slow, lingering unhurried things. His hands resumed their marvelous rubbing on my back and neck. I broke off the kiss with a groan as he hit a sore spot near the base of my neck.
He smiled. "You're a sore fella, aren't you?"
I felt drunk from the flood of hormones he inspired in me, from both my attraction to him, and from the mini-massage. "Yeah." I managed to get out. "Worked out hard this week." I leaned against him, my knees nearly buckling under me.
He chuckled as I almost fell. "Okay. Come on." He pushed me to arm's length, and began stripping my clothes. Once I was completely naked he took off his own until he was in the same state of undress. His smile was incredible as he led me to the edge of the bed.
"Get on the bed. Lay on your belly." I did without any sort of worry or stress. I was already back to fully trusting him. I heard the bottle of oil open, and then he rubbed his hands together. He climbed on the bed and knelt beside me. I inhaled as I felt his warm slick hands start at my shoulder and rub down to my fingers. He collected more oil and repeated it on the other side.
"I'm going to give you a nice massage. A reward for all the work you've done this week. I know you're probably sore. So if I get too rough, say so." He said and spread the oil over my back, ass and legs. It felt good to have him touch me, and my cock was painfully hard under my body. I lifted myself to adjust it a bit.
"Problem?" I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Yes, but I don't think it will be by the end of tonight." I responded and laughed quietly.
"You're right about that." His hands began to work on my left shoulder and back. He wasn't rough, but due to my soreness, he pushed my pain tolerance as he massaged the muscles. He kept at it for 15 minutes, eventually massaging my entire back. Then he slid his hands down to my glutes.
I hissed as he slowly pushed his palm into the muscle of my ass. "Relax. Exhale." I followed his instructions, and I felt him back off a little on the pressure. He patiently worked on me until he had eliminated all the tension he could feel in the muscles. Then he shifted to my legs.
He started at my feet, and worked his way up my legs. I writhed as he made me ride the line between pleasure and pain. It was amazing, and my cock leaked underneath me. I couldn't help but moan my appreciation as he finished with my legs.
He lightly patted my rump. "Turn over Wayne." His voice was quiet, and didn't conceal his lust. I rolled over and my erection slapped me in the belly when I turned. I noticed he was hard too, and he adjusted his dick as he made room for himself, and knelt on the bed in-between my knees. He resumed his massage after he got more oil in his hands.
He worked my quads, and I thought there were times I would pass out from both the pleasure and the pain. He always watched my face and listened to my voice - looking for cues he was pushing too hard. Eventually he finished, and his hands came to rest on my legs, just below my balls. My cock jumped with every heartbeat, and there was a pool of liquid under it from near constant oozing.
"You like that?"
I nodded dazedly. Endorphins flowed through my body, and I was tingly all over.
"Good." He pulled on my legs until my hamstrings rested on his knees, and my pelvis tilted up. I unconsciously smiled. I knew what was coming next. Well, I thought I did.
I suddenly felt his mouth on my cock. I gave a surprised little yelp and jumped. But he kept at it. He slowly took me. Up and down. I could feel his tongue wrapped around the underside of my dick, and it felt like nothing else I'd ever experienced.
"Oh. Oh fuck." I intoned and my hands found his head. "Oh fuck. Daniel. Oh god."
While he sucked, he twirled his finger around my ass. Soon, the slippery devil had worked its way inside, and it pushed on my prostate from that angle. Something incoherent came out of me when he started doing that, and I honestly sort of just lost myself. Cognitive thought and reason were gone. In that moment I was completely at his mercy, and utterly his.
I clenched and unclenched my fingers in his hair and simply moaned. Dimly, I registered that he was stroking himself while he worked on me. But my own orgasm had suddenly become all I cared about.
"Unnn ..." I hyperventilated and thrashed on the bed. "Ahhhhh ..." My eyes shot open and the sensation began at the tip of Daniel's finger and traveled through my body. From my prostate it shot straight to my cock. And suddenly it crested in a wave of euphoria.
"Gaaahhhh!" I cried. I felt my rod spasm in his mouth, and he kept going. I breathlessly unloaded what had to be a personal best in volume of semen, and he slurped, and swallowed it all while I bucked under him. He continued until I was spent, and lay back on the bed. I breathed hard and I felt him lick the remaining semen off my dick. My groin was covered in his semen, and his cock continued to drip fluid on my body. Then he sat up and looked at me.
I dazedly stared at him. "Wh..." I swallowed and tried again. "What did I do, to deserve you?" I don't think he expected to hear that. I hadn't expected to say it either, but my mind was still trying to establish control over my mouth, and I blurted out exactly what I was thinking.
He just looked at me. His bottom lip shook and a tear streaked down his face. He blinked. Then he pawed at it, seemingly annoyed. "Heh." He looked back up at me, his eyes glittering. "I could ask you the same thing you know."
We went to bed and as is becoming our custom, we spooned until he went to sleep. Then I got up and began to MADLY write all of this down.
I know, I KNOW...100%, I'm in love with this guy. I've barely known him a week, and I'm madly in love with him.
I'm so fucked.