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Wayne's Journal - Part 6
12 December 2017, Tuesday 10 AM
Wayne's House
I was up till just after midnight, then I HAD to go to bed. My body didn't give me a choice. Woke up this morning at my regular time (4 AM) and forced myself to go to the gym even though I am running on a little less than four hours of sleep. I powered through my chest and tricep routine, and I hit the elliptical for a ½ hour. I felt more awake after, but not enough. So I stopped on the way home and got a quad shot latte for breakfast.
NOW I'm awake.
I've been home since 7 AM. And I got a few hours' worth of work done, and I checked on the responses from what I had done last night. Most of them need only the information from Martha to make a decision. I sent a text to Daniel, just to say "Hello". He responded. He said he misses me, and wants me to come over after work. I'm glad. I miss him too. :-(
He doesn't know I'm home, and that my work this week consists of entirely different activities. I've got a few things squared up. And I expect Martha sometime soon.
Tuesday 1030 AM
Martha was just here with everything I needed. She said she's worried about Daniel. He got up this morning and did his in-person training session. But he didn't work out. He didn't even eat. And he hasn't touched his computer. Apparently he came home from his session, and he went back to bed.
I just fired off the additional information to those who requested it (thank you Martha!), and now I'm getting a few things in order here, then I'm headed over. I hope this works.
Daniel - Part 4
12 December 2017, Tuesday 1115 AM
Daniel's Place
I woke up to a warm, hairy body slipping into bed. "Wayne?" I turned over and he put his arms around me.
"Hey." He kissed my face. "What are you doing in bed?" His voice was soft and filled with concern. He reached up and rubbed my head. "And what's this I hear about your not eating anything?"
I put my face in his neck. "I ... I'm okay." I breathed him in. And this strange calmness descended on me. I felt better than I had in two days, almost instantly. I debated telling him about what was going on. "What time is it?"
"It's a little after 11."
I jerked my head up when Wayne said the time. "What? Why are you here at 11?"
"I'm here because you're not having a good day." Wayne said, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. I looked at him suspiciously. I knew Martha had told him.
"God damn it." I sighed. "Martha."
"She's only trying to help." Wayne kissed me again. This one had a little more fire in it. I began to feel quite a bit better. He rubbed his beard against my face. "WE are only trying to help."
I sighed. "Look, there's nothing either of you can do. I'm going to go see my financial advisor once it all shakes out. I figure we'll know what's going on by the end of the week. And then I'll know how long I've got before I need to restructure everything."
Wayne gave me the sneakiest smile and I frowned at him. "What?" I squeezed him pretty tightly. "What's that grin for?"
"I'll tell you ... but only if you get up, eat, and workout."
"Harsh terms." I joked. Now that Wayne was here, I actually had my appetite back. For a number of things. Top of the list was Wayne, but he resisted my attempts at molestation.
"No no. Food. Workout. Then we have sex. THEN we can talk about the plan."
"There's a plan?" I kissed him, and tried to get him to relent and let me roll on top of him. He resisted me again.
"Yes, there's a plan." He got out of bed before I could grab him. "Come on. You've got to eat, and you've got a workout to get through."
I groaned, and rolled out of bed. But I was so glad to see Wayne. Maybe things were going to be okay. They would be hard, but it'd be okay. He smiled at me, and somehow I just believed it.
Wayne's Journal - Part 6 (cont)
12 December 2017, Tuesday 4 PM
Daniel's Place
It's working! At least, I think it is! But more about that later.
I convinced Daniel to get up, eat, and go through his workout. And after that he was hungry for something else. Honestly, so was I.
"Come on." I smiled at him. He was still sweaty and "gross" as he called it, from his workout. But I wanted him just the way he was. I tugged on his cock through his shorts and led him by his member to the bedroom. Once there I pushed my own shorts down to my ankles and simply bent over the bed. My hairy ass was his for the taking. His eyes widened.
"Just like that? Really?" He fondled his very stiff dick through his shorts.
"Just like this." I wanted this one to be all about him. I didn't care if I got off. I only wanted to make him feel good.
He licked his lips and pushed his shorts down. His meaty cock sprang up. I watched as he reached for one of the condoms we had brought over from my place. "You don't have to use it if you don't want to." I looked at him and smiled. "I'm negative for everything. Got my results today."
He growled. "Me too. Across the board, I'm clean." He put a healthy amount of lube in his hand and slathered it all along his dick. Then he leaned over my back. I turned my head and we kissed while he rubbed lube onto my hole.
He put his head against me, and began to push. I worked on relaxing, and soon the slick invader entered me. He waited while I adjusted, but I could feel the impatient energy in his body. He wanted to GO. He resisted, and slowly, he pushed. Soon he bottomed out, his pelvis against my ass.
"I want you to go crazy." I said, lust tingeing and deepening my voice. "Go fucking crazy."
He nodded. He started with long, slow strokes. He almost came completely out of me, but then he stopped just before, and he pushed back in. "Ah fuck. This feels great." He began to pick up speed. My own cock was hard as iron. As he began to really get going, the motion of his body forced my cock back and forth against the blanket. It was a lot of friction, and it felt a lot better than I expected it to.
He seemed to find a new, higher gear. And he really started to go hard. His body slammed into mine fast and with force. His hands gripped my hips, and he began to breathe in great gulps of air.
"Ahhh." He said. "Wayne. I'm coming." He leaned over my back and licked the nape of my neck and then suddenly pushed his hips with everything he had. "Unnnnnnn." He held that position for a second, then he kept pounding. My own cock was mercilessly massaged by the action against my own belly and the bed. I moaned as I emptied my own load on the bed under myself.
Daniel lay on my back, panting hard. And he nuzzled my neck and ears. "I love you Wayne." He kissed my neck. "I really do."
He let me up and I turned to hold him. "I know. And me too." We kissed, and I smiled at him. I was happy to see he felt better, and was doing okay.
We cleaned up, and he quizzed me in the shower about what "the plan" entailed. I told him he'd find out once we were done.
Once we dressed, I led him to his office.
"Check your subscriptions."
He looked warily at me. "I don't really want to. I'm having a hell of a lot better of a day than I was ... and that can't help my mood at all. I'd rather just wait till the end of the week, when I know what the damage is gonna be."
"Daniel," I put my arms on his shoulders and looked into his eyes, "do you trust me?"
He swallowed, and then nodded. "I do."
I didn't say anything else. I only waited. He drew in a deep breath. Then he turned away, and sat at his computer.
A few clicks later, he turned to look at me, his eyes wide. "What did you do? What ... what did you DO?" He turned back around and pulled up the calculator program on his computer. He quickly entered some numbers. "I'm at 96%" He whipped back around to me again. "Wayne, what did you do? Where did the new subscriptions come from?"
I grinned at him. "Martha and I put the word out. Turns out there are quite a few college and semi-pro gay or gay friendly teams who will happily employ the services of a successful, and up and coming gay personal trainer." I leaned over and pointed at some of the new subscriptions. "There should be some from the Warwick Rowers in there, there are QUITE a few from some Rugby teams - turns out there is almost a whole league of gay rugby players. An odd high performing high-school basketball player here and there. And your bicyclist client, she recommended you to some of her training mates."
Daniel looked stunned. "But ... I'm nowhere near the expertise I should be to train some of these people." He floundered a little. "I ... I'd be a fraud to assume I could help them get to their next level."
I shook my head. "No, they didn't think so." I reached over his shoulder and opened a new window. I typed in my email information and pulled up what I had spent the last day working on. "Here's what I sent them. Essentially it's your credentials, what you've done so far, who you've helped, and how far you have come yourself." I let him read the email, and then I turned his seat around and straddled his lap. "All I did was send what you have already done to a few people you hadn't reached yet." I shrugged. "It was just a matter of time before they found you. Martha and I only hurried things along."
He just gaped at me. "They would NOT have found me. And, I ... I don't know what to say." He frowned and looked as if he might cry. He barely held it back. "I think you may have saved my business Wayne." He hugged me, and put his head on my chest.
I put my arms around him and I smiled. "Well, this means you'll have to come up with training for rugby players, rowers, and a few basketball players." I kissed the top of his head. "Think you can manage that?"
He laughed against my chest, and I felt him nod. I patted his back. "Good."
I licked my lips. "I have more ideas you know." He looked up at my face. "I don't want to meddle, now that things are stabilized. Unless you don't mind."
He looked incredulous. "Wayne, you and Martha have almost certainly saved my business." He put his head back on my chest. "Meddle away. Update me on what's going on, but yeah, meddle away."
Daniel spent the rest of daylight hours on his forums, and also researching what he'd need to know to design programs for all the new sport players he would be expected to train. He had a lot to do, so I left him to it. I was going to go home, but he asked that I stay at his place. Even if he had to work, he wanted me around if I didn't mind. I don't. In fact it makes me feel good to know he wants me here.
Martha and I caught up when she came over to prep dinner. I stood in the kitchen with her and we discussed the degree of success of our plot.
"Man, I am so glad you're here Wayne." She shook her head, and began browning some ground turkey in a large pan. "You really came through for Daniel. And I've never seen him pull out of one of his spirals so fast." She looked at me and smiled. "You're really good for him."
"Thanks Martha. But honestly, without your help it wouldn't have happened." I moved to help her with the meal, but she glared at me. I threw my hands up in surrender and backed away. "I'm just glad he feels better. I can't stand the thought of him feeling down."
She nodded. "Well, it seems just having you around helps him with that." She washed her hands in the island sink. I could sense more unsaid about Daniel's moods but I left it alone. She turned off the water in the sink. "So, what's the final count? Did we get him back to even in terms of subscriptions at least?"
"I'm over last week's baseline." Daniel stood at the doorway to the kitchen. He grinned and shook his head. "The subscriptions are still coming. I'm over where I was before. At least 10% more."
Martha laughed. "Awesome!" She leaned toward me and we smacked hands in a high five. "Go team Ison!"
Daniel nodded and smiled. "Yeah. Once I get a few routines built for each sport, and get a few weeks of feedback from the clients, things will get easier. But till then I'm having to do a lot of actual hands on research and trial and error. I hope they're patient with me while we all learn what we're doing."
I went to him and put my hands on his shoulders. "You have great instincts and the training for this." I squeezed him gently. "I know you can do this."
He straightened and stood a little taller, smiled and nodded. "Thanks Wayne." He hugged me tight, kissed my neck, then pulled away and headed down the hall toward his office. "Okay, back to it. I'll be out for dinner!"
Martha watched him go and looked at me. "Yep, he's definitely feeling better."
We both laughed with relief. Our Daniel is back!
12 December 2017, Tuesday 830 PM
Daniel's Place
I just had the best sex of my damn life. And if I'm not mistaken so has Daniel. But I'll get to that in a bit.
After we had dinner Martha and I sat with Daniel. We wanted to explain stage two of our little plan.
We gathered in the living room seated around the coffee table. "Okay, so you know how you have the subscriptions, right?" Daniel nodded. "How much time does it take to deal with each one? Is it a lot or are they sorta lumped together according to category, and you update all at once if changes are needed?"
Daniel touched his nose. "Nailed it. Essentially the programs are all a recipe. Only when someone gets in trouble do I have to get hands on, figure out what is going wrong or why they're not getting results." He nodded. "It's a good system. I have all the objective data input into a spreadsheet with tabs for each client - reps, weight, exercise, and so on. There's a calculation built in of what they should do next - usually either move up weight or reps. Now it sounds cookie cutter but it's not QUITE that simple. Routines become stale after a while. So every few weeks I mix things up pretty wildly. Those are my busy times, since I've got everyone on the same rotation for the routine shift."
Martha and I looked at one another. I nodded. "Okay. Got it. So if you already have a game plan for a particular sport, or goal, then it's pretty easy to add more subscriptions?"
Daniel nodded again. "Yep. There's no way I could keep up with the volume of totally individualized plans for everybody. And there's no need to. The subscriptions include both exercises and diet plans. And they all have access to the forums where most of them ask their questions. I have two exercise plans for every sport. I have three for general weight loss, and toning up. I have another three focused on bodybuilders for cutting fat. Two for bulking. And two for powerlifting. All of them get updates periodically, when I rotate meals and exercises in and out."
I smiled. "That's gonna work." Daniel looked a little worried and confused. I could tell he wondered what I had planned. "Hear me out." I leaned forward. "Have you thought about marketing your services to high school teams? As in directly to schools?"
He nodded and frowned. "Yeah, but most athletic programs can't afford the fees. Which is too bad. There are some great talents out there. I have a few kids who have reached out to me on their own, and I supply them with routines and meal plans for free, simply because I can't stand to see their talents wasted."
Martha's smile lit up the room. "Well, what if you offered a discount to sports programs? And school programs could foot the bill for training for their teams?" She leaned forward. "Daniel, this is getting in on the ground level. These players will stick with you, even after they make it to a college team, and beyond if you get enough experience. At least some of them will." Martha grinned. "Offer a group rate. They are all going to be the same sport, and in the same general condition. It sounds like the system you already use would handle it, no problem."
Daniel looked as if he were thinking a thousand miles an hour. "I ... I think it could work." He turned and stared at me. "I know you've probably already thought about this. What would my rate be for a team? If I cut it too much, it'll piss off my current clients."
He was right. I had thought about what he should charge. "Have a sliding scale, based on number of trainees. It's still going to be some work. And you still need to pay for your time." I rubbed my bearded chin. "I'd think if you charged your full rate for every three people on the team, you'd turn a decent profit, and the team will get a HELL of a deal. Remember, these are folks you would not be training and getting paid for otherwise."
Martha chimed in. "And this is only for high schoolers. You can do the same thing with college teams if you like, but charge them for every two people on the team." She shrugged. "Word will get out you give group discounts, but only for sport specific training. I don't think that'll piss anybody off. If it does we can revisit. Hell, you should even put out a notice on the forum that you're doing it. That way people find out from YOU, and we can frame it as a social good. Because, it is."
He looked back and forth between us. "Okay." He frowned. "But ... won't they have an issue with the whole gay thing?"
I couldn't help but smirk. "Even if they do, they likely won't be able to do anything about it. Most publicly funded organizations, including schools, have to take multiple bids when they're contracting for services. If they elect to train their teams using contractors, they have to give you equal weight as anybody else, based on ability to deliver the contracted service and your rates. Since you'll be able to offer cheaper rates they would need a very good reason not to choose you. One that'll hold up to a budget committee."
Daniel stared at me then slowly shook his head. "Wow." He laughed. He looked back and forth between us then threw up his hands. "Okay. Let's give it a shot!"
We all stood up and crushed each other in a group hug.
It was a little after 8 PM when Martha left. As soon as the door closed Daniel's arms went around my waist from behind. His warm breath was on my neck and he rubbed his 2 day old stubble on the side of my face. "I want you." He whispered insistently. His hips ground into my ass, and my own cock jumped to attention. I turned in his arms.
"You can have me." He leaned in and kissed me roughly. His need was intense, demanding, and I welcomed it. I stripped his shirt, and he did the same to me.
He ran his hands up and down my hairy chest. "I love how hairy you are." He rubbed his face against my neck. "Fuck you drive me crazy."
I took his hand and we went into the bedroom. We kissed, and one by one pieces of clothing hit the floor until we stood naked, with our cocks pressed against one another.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do to him tonight.
"Lay on your back." I whispered. He grinned and he lay down on the bed, and put his hands behind his head. His cock jumped with every heartbeat as he stared at me.
I pulled out a condom and he frowned. I laughed. "It's so I last longer." I rolled the condom over my dick and climbed onto the bed. "I have grand plans for you Mr. Ison."
He grinned. "Plans sound great to me." I settled between his legs and he positioned his hips so everything lined up right. His legs rested on my quads, and I leaned over to kiss him. His cock drooled between us on his belly.
I tried hard to retain control of myself. I wanted this to last. I needed it to.
I lubed us both well. He looked at me with an expression that nearly took my breath away. "I really love you." He said. I smiled, and nodded, since I didn't trust my voice to hold at that moment. I began to push, and we went back to kissing.
He sighed as I entered him. We continued to make out, and I slowly let myself penetrate him until I rested against his ass.
"Okay?" I asked with our heads together.
He nodded and kissed me again. "More than okay." His voice was saturated with desire, trust, and love. I felt all of those same emotions for him. They threatened to overwhelm me. I struggled to keep myself in check. I would need to for this.
I sat up, then I pulled my hips back only about an inch, and pushed back into him. His body gave a little mini-spasm. I knew my cock had hit his prostate on the way in, and on the way out in very close succession. I did it again and he oozed a fresh drop of precome. He groaned, and reached for his dick.
I gently grabbed his wrist. "No." He looked at me as if I had told him he couldn't have dinner. And then he smiled. He was going to let me do what I wanted tonight.
I kept up the miniature thrusts. Daniel began to moan and move around on the bed. He unconsciously reached for his cock again. And again I pulled his hand away, and put it back above his head on the bed. There was a big puddle of precome on his belly now. I hoped I'd be able to hold out. The smell of him, his sounds, and the sensation was pushing me to my limit. I tried to think about anything else, but I found it impossible. I began to increase my tempo, but I kept the same tiny thrusts.
"Ah fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Daniel positively WRITHED. His hands opened and closed, and I could hear tearing of the material of the bedspread as his fingers snapped threads in it. The gentle but constant stimulation to his prostate was doing its job. He began to shake, and all of his muscles tensed. His body looked even more amazing just then.
A sound of near surrender slipped out of me. I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. I had to keep it going, but doing so was pushing me to my own conclusion too. I gritted my teeth, and sweat dripped from my forehead. My hip flexors began to burn with effort.
Daniel's eyes locked onto mine, and he looked at me, incredulous. "I ... aaahhhhhhh ....." He yelled. Loud! He shot all over his chest, his cock convulsing against his stomach as his hands clung to the bedspread in a death grip. I lengthened my stroke, and two seconds later I joined him. I leaned down and kissed my lover as we both got off. He made sexy extatic noises the whole while. At last, we were both still. And I knelt over him with my head against his clavicle.
Daniel panted under me. We poured sweat, and I could feel his breath against the side of my face. "Way ..." Daniel tried again. "Wayne. Where ..." He licked his lips. "Where did you learn that?" He blinked. His eyes were glassy and he looked dazedly at me.
I smiled. "It was ... an experiment." I was trying to catch my own breath. I kissed him and couldn't help but grin. He was still gulping air. "Good cardio?"
He laughed. Then let his head loll to the side. He breathed hard. "I think I need to lay here a minute." He closed his eyes and nodded. "Seriously. I'm dizzy as shit. Wow. Never ... never had that happen before."
We both giggled and laughed. I pulled out of him and threw away the condom. I lay down next to him and draped my arm over his wonderful body.
True to form he fell to sleep in my arms. I went and cleaned myself up and sat down to journal. I should probably get him up so he can clean himself. Frankly, he's a wreck. :-D
Till next time.