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Daniel - Part 5
13 December 2017, Wednesday 400 AM
Daniel's Place
I wake slowly. My body is conditioned to rise at 4 AM, and I do, with about a minute to spare. I reach and turn off my alarm before it goes off and wakes Wayne.
I turn back and continue to spoon him. I run my hand along his hairy chest and his nearly flat stomach, and can feel his developing musculature there. To someone without a trained eye, his body is deceptive. His furry skin hides a good, strong foundation. He has put in a lot of work, and is steadily improving.
His physicality is only one facet of who he is. The last few days have shown him to have a rare combination of intelligence and a caring character. Admittedly, it was his body that first drew me to him. But now it's his heart that holds, attracts and confounds me.
He's still sound asleep. Thanks to the long hours of work he did for my business I know he's under-slept, and that he needs to rest. He expected to get up with me, but that's not going to happen. I'm letting him sleep as long as he can. I rub my face against his neck and inhale his scent.
God, I love him. The powerfulness of the emotion hits me at quiet and intimate moments, and this is one of them. I breathe my way through, and struggle for a way to express it that isn't totally crazy. He makes me want to scream it. Instead I whisper it to him in a voice thick with a near-loss of control.
He moves a little in my arms, smiles in his sleep. My voice, and hand on his chest and belly are probably causing him to dream, and I wonder what it is I've inspired in his mind. I hope he dreams of me.
I sit up on my elbow and stare down at his face. He's perfect. And I feel like a fraud, pretending I'm enough for him.
But I can feel that he loves me. I don't doubt that. I gently rub his head, and he makes a sleepy, happy, satisfied sound.
I don't know how, but he loves me. And as long as he does a sliver of my heart believes I'm worth his affection.
Despite what I know is true ... he makes me want to believe what amounts to be a beautiful fable.
Wayne's Journal - Part 7
13 December 2017, Wednesday 1020 AM
Daniel's Place
That shit. He knew I wanted to get up early, just like my regular routine. But he left me to sleep. Okay, I admit that I was beat down tired. I slept three hours past my normal wake up time, till 7. And I think I only woke up then because of the sunlight in his bedroom.
I got up and threw on my gym clothes. Since I have the day off I still had time to work out. I walked into Daniel's gym to find him just finishing up with his own routine. He grinned at me as he toweled his face.
"Hey sleepyhead."
I pointed accusingly. "You were supposed to get me up."
He shook his head. "Nope. As your trainer I decided it was in your best interest to get more rest."
I barked a laugh. Then narrowed my eyes. "I don't recall paying your exorbitant fees for in-person sessions Mr. Ison."
He walked casually over to me and pressed his sweaty, hot body against mine. I could feel his dick through his gym shorts, and we both began to respond to the contact. "You've more than paid my fee."
I was about to say something smart, but he swallowed, and his expression changed to one that was almost fearful.
I frowned. "What is it?" I reached up and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.
He laughed nervously and looked at my face with wonder in his eyes. "I just ... sometimes I think I have to be dreaming."
"Dreaming?" I smiled at him. "I'm nothing to dream about Daniel." I rubbed my belly against his. "Feel that? Grade A fat!" I laughed, trying to lighten his mood.
Instead both his hands went to my face and he gently pulled me in for a kiss. It was soft, searching and communicated so much. It took my breath, and I could feel it light up my heart.
We parted, and the fireworks were still going off in my brain. I opened my eyes to see him staring into mine. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever met, Wayne Hawkins. And you'll have to pardon me while I come around to the idea that you are content to spend your time on me."
That struck me in such a powerful way. I felt I had to make him know what he means. What he is to me.
I set my jaw and shook my head. "No. Daniel ... why would you think you're not worth my time?" I knew I hadn't done anything to make him feel that way. That's when I felt anger claw its way into my chest. "Who made you think you weren't worth their time? Because ..." I had to stop and take a breath, "because they're fucking wrong."
He swallowed and just kept staring at me. Then realization dawned and his face went slack. "You really believe that."
NOW I was mad.
"Who the FUCK made you believe you were not worth their time?" I glared at Daniel. But he knew I wasn't angry with him.
His mouth quirked into a fond smile. His arms circled me and he put his head on my shoulder. "It's not important." He squeezed me. "You'd go to war for me, wouldn't you?"
I squeezed him back. "Don't doubt it."
After a moment I heard him respond, his voice quiet and low. "I'm working on it."
I pushed away so I could see his face. "I have no idea what you see in me, but I'm glad you see it. Because, it means I get to love you." I smiled at him, and slowly he returned it.
He let me go so he could shower, and I started my workout. Fifteen minutes later, I heard him in his office. He was working through all his various forum questions and program specific research.
I still had another hour and a half to go in my workout. I got back to it, and finished up. I sighed, finally done with my Core and Shoulder work. I stood up from the floor mat and I noticed Daniel was in the doorway, watching me. He smiled and shook his head.
"What?" I was a little self conscious. Having someone with Daniel's expertise watching me as I did my workout was a little like a high school basketball player being watched by Kobe Bryant. "My form was wrong?" My last exercise was a series of planks, and frankly they are pure torture. I hold the position for 90 seconds at a time. Rest for a minute, then do it again until I get through 6 sets of them. By the end I shake like I'm having a seizure.
He shook his head again. "No. Your form was great. You were shaking, but you held the position." He walked to me. "I wanted you to know, I could probably do 4 sets of those. You did 6." He put his hands on my hips and grinned at me. "That's fucking brutal."
I blushed. "Don't flatter me. You can already get in my pants." I kissed him. And his hands snaked under the back of my shorts. One of his fingers slid down my sweaty crack. It sent a shiver up my spine. "I am definitely in need of a good shower before you get too frisky." Our bodies pressed together, and his hands now both squeezed my slightly sore glutes. I gasped a little.
"I think you smell fucking amazing, just how you are." His face was in my neck, and I could feel his breath against my skin as he breathed deeply. I was beginning to read him better, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he had to have me. His dick dug into my hip, and mine returned the favor to him. Then without warning he dropped to his knees and yanked my shorts down. My cock sprang up, and he dove on it.
"Ah ..." I staggered back and I hit the wall where I leaned against it. One of Daniel's hands cupped my balls, while he used a knuckle of the same hand to rub the peritoneum. His other pressed against my trimmed pubic hair, framing my cock with pressure and stimulation.
His throat worked on my dick, and I felt him swallow me until his nose was in my pubes. Once he was there he kept swallowing, and my mouth dropped. "Wha ... what are you doing?" It felt obscene, and very good as his throat massaged my cock. After about 30 seconds he pulled back, took a breath, then went down again. My head went back against the wall and my knees tried to buckle.
"Oh. Oh god." I started to shake. "Oh god." My hands were on his head, and they opened and closed in rhythm to his throat. "Fuck. I'm gonna come."
Daniel did everything perfectly. He was like a machine designed to get me off. Impossible for me to hold out, I unloaded with a grunt, and shot down his throat. He stayed on me as I orgasmed, and his hand on my balls rubbed, and coaxed every bit they could out of me. I know I didn't, but I felt like I came for a full minute.
When I was finally done he pulled off, and used his lips and tongue to clean me as he did. He looked at my face, swallowed, and grinned. I brought him up to me, and I kissed him. I could taste my own semen on his tongue, and for some reason that was an odd turn on.
"Your turn. Come on." I led him to one of his flat benches and lay him back. "Stay here." I left his gym, and returned with our lube.
I pulled off his tracksuit pants, underwear, and his shirt. Then I sat on the other end of the bench. His legs draped over my thighs, and my half-hard cock brushed his nuts and hole. I rubbed a lubed finger against his ass, and his eyes rolled back in his head. My other hand gripped his dick, and slathered lube on it. I started a very slow hand job and watched as he moaned on the bench.
I didn't expect it to, but my cock woke up as I stroked him and rubbed his hole. I scooted as close as I could get, and I realized it could reach him. He inhaled when he felt the head of my penis against him, and I pushed it in slightly. He groaned, and his dick oozed a big drop of precome.
Now I wanted to screw. I pulled his hips closer to me, and this pushed about three inches of my cock into him. I slid my hips back and forth on the bench, and my hand continued with his slowmotion hand job.
"Oh, Wayne." He raised his head and looked at me. I couldn't kiss him from this position, but I wanted to. "It feels so good." He dropped back to the bench again. "Fuck."
I really didn't count on it, but I was about to get off again. "Daniel ... I'm gonna come." I pushed my hips forward as far as I could, and he suddenly tensed as I plowed right into his prostate. We both moaned and he made a huge mess on his chest and neck as he shot all over himself. I knew I didn't come much, but it still felt amazing as I unloaded inside of him.
Once he had finished I pulled out of him, then stood up to straddle over his body. I bent and we kissed, his hand on the back of my head.
We parted and I grinned at him. "Is this how all your training sessions end? I can see why you're so popular if that's the case."
He chuckled and I helped him sit up. "If they did, I think I'd probably have more in-person clients."
I stood with him, our bodies slowly winding down from our passion. My face was against his neck and chest. "I'd rather keep this particular exercise to just you and I, if it's all the same to you."
He swallowed and nodded. "Deal."
I had made some assumptions, but I realized we hadn't really discussed monomogy. I was happy that he had just agreed to it. I looked him in the eye. "Just so you know, it goes for me too. I don't need sex with anybody else. You're plenty for me."
His face changed very subtly, but I still caught it. "Wayne, don't promise me something like that."
I frowned. "Why? Don't you want us to be monogamous?"
He nodded. "More than anything."
I shrugged. "Well, me too. So that's how it'll be." It seemed simple to me.
He frowned at me. "I ... I mean, I just can't see a way where you're going to be happy with me alone down the road. I'm happy with you. And I can tell you now that I only want what you give me. But I don't expect the same from you."
I stared at him. "That's not how this is gonna work." I shook my head. "We play by the same rules." I reached down and gripped his soft but still meaty dick. "This is mine." I put his hand on my cock. "And this is yours." Then I put my palm over his heart. "I want this to be mine." I shifted his hand to my own chest. "And this is definitely yours." I leaned forward and kissed his neck. "That's it."
He breathed, the sound steady and rhythmic in my ear. "You promise?" I could hear that he wanted to believe me. My anger from earlier returned, and I silently swore that I would break whoever it was who had hurt him so much.
"I promise Daniel." I hugged him to me and he did the same. His arms were tight, as if he had to hold me to keep me here. As if he had to keep me from running away. "If anything changes, for either of us we just need to talk to each other. Okay? Those are the rules. We talk to each other."
He nodded against me, his face down and in his favorite place - against my neck. There were things about him that were so sure and powerful and strong - not just his body, but aspects of his personality. And then there was this side of him. The side that was vulnerable and scared, and it made me want to just ... protect him.
At that moment we heard the back door. We both jerked into action and scrambled to get our clothes on. Daniel was on the bench putting on his socks when Martha appeared in the doorway. "Hey guys! How's ..." She looked at Daniel, as he struggled with his shoes. We were both beet red. Her hand went to her mouth to hide a smile and her eyes landed on me. I held my shirt, shoes and socks, and was dressed only in my gym shorts. The hair on my chest was matted with sweat and Daniel's come. I draped my shirt over my shoulder and let it dangle over my chest in an attempt to hide it.
"Ah, I'm on my way to the shower." I walked stiffly past her and she tracked me, her eyes amused.
She yelled down the hall at my retreating back. "You should probably take Daniel! For some reason I think he might need one too!"
I didn't answer, I only ducked into the bathroom and shook my head with a smile. Daniel appeared in the bathroom shortly after, and we both laughed. "She's right you know." Daniel made a face and peeled off his shirt. He was wet from both semen and sweat. "God, I hope she doesn't look at that bench. We have to clean that when we get out of here."
I couldn't help but laugh.
13 December 2017, Wednesday 805 PM
Daniel's Place
Daniel went to bed a little early. He had to get up at 330 the next day, so he could get a jump on his workout, and then make it to a very early client session. This was a new local client, and Daniel said the woman specifically wanted to work with him because he was gay. She preferred male trainers, and apparently her husband had problems with that. But once she found Daniel, the argument was moot and they were both satisfied.
I spooned him till he drifted off. I love laying with him. I rub my hands up and down his back and his front to help him relax. It often turns me on, and this time was no exception. I kept my hips away from him, so he couldn't feel my erection. He actually needs to go to sleep, so I'll wait on revving him up again. He tends to twitch a little as he goes to sleep, and he did so tonight. I find that cute and funny.
Once I felt his breathing level off, and the twitches subsided I knew he was out. I gingerly got out of bed and put sweats and a sweater on. Then I padded out the back door, along the flagstone path to the cottage in the back.
The lights were still on, and I knocked on the door.
Martha opened it, and I could tell she was a little surprised to see me standing there.
"Hey Wayne. Come inside." She stepped aside to let me in. I looked around. It was a small, cozy place. Looked to be only about 500 square feet for the whole structure, but it was cleverly designed to utilize every inch. She sat on the couch and looked up at me. "Did you need something?"
"Yeah." I took a seat opposite on an old overstuffed chair and I leaned forward. I leveled a serious gaze at her.
"Tell me about Jason."