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Daniel 26 March 2018, Monday 450 AM The Building
I cannot believe this. It's simply beyond my wildest dreams.
Wayne, Martha, Saul, Davis, Grayson and I got here to the building this morning around 430. Martha had breakfast burritos ready for all of us which we ate on the drive over, and we sipped coffee while we opened up the building. We flipped on lights, started up our sound system and the music, and made sure it was all ready for prime time.
The doors open at five. Martha's first class starts at 6 AM, and it's going to be full. She thinks she can train 18 at a time, but that'll be her limit. Saul already has a few takers for his first yoga class - he's starting with seven folks I think. And he's happy to have business on his very first day.
Grayson and Wayne are actually going to cycle into Martha's space after she's done with her 1 ½ hour Krav Maga class. Wayne did a last minute advertisement for introductory shotokan lessons to gauge interest, and got a healthy response. He's got a dozen folks who have signed up. Wayne can't really do the class yet, but Grayson can. Grayson's skill has approached a level most don't reach until they've had years of training. Wayne will be on hand to ensure things stay on track.
But ... the big news is downstairs. We can all see a line forming, five minutes prior to opening the doors.
"What the fuck?" Davis stares.
"It's the shooting." Martha says as she assesses the folks on the sidewalk in front of our building. "Any press is good press apparently." She smiles at all of us. "Okay guys. Here we go. Let's make this a great day." Then she turns to Saul and Wayne. "You two are only here till 10AM. That's a full 6 hours, and you still have recovering to do."
Comically, they both frown but nod at the same time. I know Wayne planned to pull a 12 hour day, but sounds like Miss Lopez isn't having that. I tried last night to get him to dial back on his working so he could recover, but he's stubborn. However, it's her building, so he's got to actually listen to her. Good!
Okay, it's time to open the doors. I look at Martha. "Sis. You wanna do the honors?"
She grins at me, and puts her hands on one door. "You get the other. Let's make our dream come true."
Davis counts down, and we push the doors open. There are probably 30 people out on the sidewalk, and they all are in great spirits for so early in the morning.
"Head on over to the desk folks." Davis smiles at the line streaming in. "Anybody who didn't sign up online, Grayson will take care of you there. Everybody else, scan your barcode on the reader and enjoy your workout. Let us know if you have questions or need help. Also, for anybody interested we'll do a short tour of the space in a bit when we're all settled."
Davis wanted to be here for the opening. But both he and Grayson are our evening shift. Once Grayson is caught up at the front, the two of them are going to take off, get some more rest, then come back at 2PM. We're gonna stay open till 11PM tonight. If it looks like we need to change hours, we will. But for now, 5 AM - 11 PM is how we're running it.
I watch them stream into our building. There are so many comments about how nice the space is and about the machines.
We field questions about the shooting, of course. Wayne and Saul have their own fanclub going apparently. From the video clip it was obvious what they did that night. And if they were not already paired up, there are many here willing to step into that particular line. I better keep my eye on them!
Now that the initial rush is done, I look around and I see Davis walking with a group of a half dozen or so. He's showing off our various spaces, and I hear a few joyful exclamations from our patrons when they poke their heads into the sauna. Man, that was such a good call. I'm glad Davis pushed for it!
Okay ... I've got an early session scheduled, and he's already here. He's pretty early, but there's no reason not to get started.
For the first time, I get to train my client in my own gym. And I get to work with Wayne, my wonderful husband in the same space.
Two dreams realized in one fell swoop. I don't know what I did so right, but I must have done something to get here.
Okay, time to get to work.
Wayne's Journal 13 April 2018, Friday 815 PM Our Place
I've not written in a while. And I'd like to spend a little time catching up the ole journal here.
Daniel and I have been married for three weeks now, and the gym has been open almost that long. We've all been working really hard, and a lot of hours. With the amount of patronage, we realized fast we would need to hire help, and that we'd be able to afford it. Laura and Anna both said they'd love to step in and work when they're needed. They both fill in at the desk, and help on the floor - cleaning, restocking, whatever needs done.
But we also realized we will never get full on family time this way. So Daniel and Davis hired a number of the latest crop of kinesiology students which graduated HSU. A few of them are already certified trainers, and have been itching to get a foot in the door. We're contracted with six of them currently, and that helps with our staffing a lot. Much less stress now! It's also apparent the business is a success beyond our wildest expectations.
Saul and I are almost completely healed and back to normal. I'm teaching shotokan and Grayson is assisting me. My class size has actually grown! I'm up to 14 students in the mornings, and my evening class has 8. I'm training twice a week, but may have to increase to three times. We'll just have to see. Saul has noticed a similar trend in the size of his yoga classes. He had to add another session, just like me in the evenings to accommodate demand.
Martha's class is doing so well! She still has a waiting list, so her class is constantly full. She is doing two classes a day 3x a week, and we cycle our classes in the same room. We have a couple of students in common, and that's pretty neat.
She and Saul have also set a date for their wedding. 27 July 2018 is the day they picked for their ceremony. A Humboldt Summer wedding ... I look forward to it! Anna is tapped to perform theirs as well, and she couldn't be happier about that.
Grayson asked permission for something yesterday that made me really happy. He asked if he could have Davis and Anna move into the house with him. He hasn't approached them about it yet ... because he wanted to ask me. It's apparent to all of us that things march forward with them, and somehow, they all fit. I won't question it. If it's working for them, then I wish nothing but good things down the line for the trio.
Laura and Matt are waiting for escrow to close on that place near our family home in Eureka. They've got another couple of weeks, then they move in. We're all so excited for them! I love them so much, but I also want to be able to scream during sex again. :-D
Moving day came and went for Martha. She's now living in Arcata with Saul. That's both a sad and a happy thing. That means Antonio has the cottage when he moves. He's wrapping up some stuff with his business, and he is already shipping some things to us here and there. His boxes are piling up in the cottage now. It'll be good to see him again! In the meantime, Martha is still trying to keep us all fed as best she can from Saul's place. She brings a load of food with her everytime she comes to work! She loves us ... no matter what she says. :-p
The whole husband thing is still such a trip for me. I love it though. Just to know Daniel is my husband ... that we're joined legally, but even more, spiritually. It's so powerful. I love him more every day.
Speaking of Daniel - he did something amazing, and sort of terrifying at the same time. It concerns all that work we did months back to develop training programs for our local school sports teams. Daniel submitted the bid a month or so ago, and we've been waiting ever since.
My particular gift when it comes to physical training is I can look at a system of interconnected pieces, a wide variety of them, and drill down on what an athlete or client's sticking point might be. For example: If a basketball player is unable to increase his vertical leap, even though he's following the program, I don't take Daniel's approach and modify the program. Not at first. I look at other things that may have an effect on the data. Is he wearing the same shoes? Jumping off the same surface? How much sleep did he get? Etc. I guess it boils down to the fact that I'm very methodical.
With that in mind Daniel wants me to handle this slice of his programs. The reason I bring it up now, is because his bid was accepted by Eureka High School. So it went from a hypothetical "if this happens" to "so this is happening" situation.
In essence I'm going from three clients I currently have to a team of them. It's true I won't get involved directly unless there's some sort of issue, and the program stops working for one of the players. But with a whole team, that is bound to happen at least a few times. And if a program actually needs modified then I consult Daniel, and we make it happen.
This brings me to an awesome conclusion - he believes in me. He's staking his name, his business, and his livelihood on it. It makes me want to be the best I can possibly be ... for him.
Speaking of which, I have some homework to do on vertical leap improvement.
Till next time.
Daniel 13 April 2018, Friday 845 PM Our Place
Wayne yawns and he finishes his entry in his journal. He puts it on the headboard shelf, then he looks down at me and smiles. "Hey." He rubs his hand against my head. "You're supposed to be sleeping."
"Not till I get some sexy time with my husband." I pull him down to me and he grins.
"I really like when you call me that." He lays on top of me, and I feel his cock start to come to life against my groin.
My hands rub his back, down his spine, and they stop on his rump. I squeeze his glutes and he growls quietly at me. His body is moving a lot against mine, and he feels aggressive. I might be getting screwed tonight. Suits me fine, either way.
He moves his head and bites my neck. I inhale and exhale through my mouth, and the pressure from his teeth increases just a touch more. "Ah ... fuck." God I love this. He stays latched on a little longer, then he lets go and pushes himself up on his arms. He then puts his knees between my legs on the bed.
Yep, getting fucked. Mmmm ... good. He pulls on my legs and my hips are now in position. The lube is next, then he leans down and our mouths find one another. Our kiss carries our desire and our lust. But ... it also expresses our love. It's all wrapped together now into a beautiful, complicated package of emotion and need.
He positions himself, and he enters me. I breathe through it, and soon he's pushing forward. It's not long before he's completely inside, and we both sigh. He smiles down at me, and his pelvis begins to move.
"Love you, husband." His eyes glitter in the low light of our bedroom.
"Love you, husband." I repeat back to him. He grins. He really likes hearing that ... and I admit, I like saying it. Wayne's hips begin to pick up speed and he pulls my hand off my cock. He grips me, nice and firm, and begins to stroke along to his motion.
I can never last long when I'm looking at him, and he's inside me, and he's jerking me off. It's just impossible.
"Ah ... Wayne." I don't have to say anything else. He knows. My head goes back, and my Adam's Apple bobs as I swallow. I feel him begin to tense up. And I grunt, as quietly as I can manage (I have no idea if Matt, Laura and the kids are in the house), then unload on my chest and belly. That pushes Wayne to his own finish, and his jaw drops while he gets off inside me.
He slows to a stop, mouth open, breathing quietly but hard. His whole expression is one of contentment, joy and pleasure. Before I can do or say anything else, that expression shifts to ornery. He swipes his hand through the come on my abs and smears it on my face.
"Ah! Wayne!" I lock my legs around him and squeeze. My legs are strong, and he gasps and laughs at the same time, and we roll around on the bed. We're giggling like kids. My come gets all over the damn place. It's now in his hair, on the bed, and even on my back now.
I've managed to roll him onto his back, seated on his hips. His dick is still inside me, and he's still hard. It has started to feel good again in there. I let go of his arms and lean back. With a smile I reach down and start stroking.
His eyes lock on to mine, and he wills me to get off again. He reaches up and his fingertips lightly rub my nipples. That's like electricity to my dick. He also very gently begins to buck up into me. I can't help but moan.
"Get off for me, husband." He says it and grins. "Come on." His fingers slowly tighten on my nipples, and the pressure starts riding the line between pleasure and pain. That's all it takes.
I gasp and, as commanded, I get off again. A short rope of semen shoots out and tangles itself in the hair on his belly. The sensation is intense, and as I empty what I've got left, I make staccato grunting sounds in my attempt to be quiet. Wayne gazes up at me, a smile pulling at his lips.
"Good job." He pats my rump like I scored a touchdown or something. We both laugh, and disentangle ourselves from each other and the covers around our limbs.
Shower time is next, then we come back into our room and strip off the sticky bedspread. We get back into bed, and he turns so I can spoon him.
I scoot up behind Wayne, and put my arm around his waist. I rub his furry belly, and I can feel the development there. He has abs now. Though his fur often hides them I definitely feel them. "Nice abs, husband." I whisper in his ear.
I can hear him smile. "You noticed? Thanks Daniel." He rubs my hip. "I love you."
"I love you." I press myself against him and he drifts to sleep in my arms. I lay a while, just listening to him breathe.
With a final contented sigh, I close my eyes. But just before sleep claims me I whisper, "I am yours, and you are mine." Then I sleep ... knowing those words are true.
Author's Note
Thank you, everyone for reading. I hope you enjoyed the story of Wayne and Daniel at least half as much I enjoyed writing it. I want to thank everyone who emailed to encourage/correct/suggest things to me. It meant a lot that these characters captured your imagination and hearts - it means I did some small thing well.
I plan more stories with different characters. And ... who knows? Wayne and Daniel may have more tales to tell in their future. Those who signed up for email notifications will get them should that happen.
It has been a great honor to write for you.
Till next time.