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Wayne's Journal - Part 25 15 January 2018, Monday 635 PM Daniel's Place
Awesome news! Martha has been approved for her loan! She went to the bank today and I worked the lab for Saul so he could go with her. She said it wasn't necessary, but she also didn't say no when he offered.
I came home from working the clinic lab and Saul cooked dinner while Martha sat at the kitchen island. She looked through a packet of paperwork, and was busy circling, highlighting, and writing notes on a pad of paper. She looked up as I walked in.
"Hi Wayne." She smiled.
"Hey Martha." I pointed at the papers. "Is that good news?"
She grinned and nodded. "Yeah. My copy of the loan documents, and all the disclosures."
I reached and we high fived. "All right! That's awesome Martha!"
A cloud of steam went up from the stove and the sound of frying hit my ears. I walked over and Saul was managing a large pan filled with fried rice. "Hey Saul. You're in charge of dinner huh?"
"Yep!" He added the raw scrambled eggs needed for the dish, left them a moment, then stirred them into the hot rice. They cooked almost instantly. "Celebrating with Martha's favorite for dinner tonight - brown fried rice with Chinese sausage."
I clapped him on the back. "You're a good man." I whispered to him. He only smiled and tossed the rice one more time, then cut the heat on the stove.
Saul had also made boiled cauliflower seasoned with soy sauce, sesame oil, and red pepper flakes.
Can EVERYONE cook better than me? Really? Okay, I might have Daniel beat. Maybe.
Saul served dinner. It was just us for now, as Daniel wasn't home yet. He was at Healthsport Arcata, and he was doing Grayson's second session. He took his dinner with him today. A hangry Daniel is a very unhappy Daniel, and nobody wants that!
We all dug in. The fried rice was GREAT. Saul used avocado oil for the frying, and it was made with brown rice. Though the Chinese sausage was fatty, all in all thanks to the substitutions it wasn't a terrible dent on my diet. Still, I made sure to eat a LOT of the cauliflower to take up space in my belly. I do want to see a six pack someday!
We all chatted about the building, and it was impossible for Martha to contain her excitement. It was really happening! She is going to have a Krav Maga dojo, and she's going to instruct!
She was so happy, and she put down her fork. "My god, I can't believe it. I can't believe it!" Which, for Martha is a HUGE display of emotion. She rubbed her face and Saul smiled at her, and ran his hand over her black hair.
Saul leaned forward and murmured, "You deserve this so much Martha." He kissed her cheek. "You deserve so much."
He turned her face with his hand, and he breathed deeply as he looked into her eyes. "I'm so proud of you. And ... I love you."
Her eyes widened and she gasped. Her mouth opened and she stared at him as she struggled to find what to say.
As her silence grew Saul frowned and his eyes slowly fell. He stood, and began to turn away.
She grabbed his wrist.
"Don't." Martha's voice was rough, and I could tell she fought tears. He looked over his shoulder at her, his gray eyes injured and they threatened tears of his own. She continued. "Don't you walk away, while I'm trying to figure out how to tell you how much you mean to me." She stood up and she pulled him to her. "I do love you Saul. I do."
I stood up quietly while they embraced and I simply went to the living room and sat down to journal. Which, is where I am now. I'm thrilled I got to see this happen. I don't know if Saul planned it this way, but I don't think so. I think he was just overcome with the moment ... and he couldn't hold it inside any longer.
It's now a little after 7PM and Daniel should be home soon. I can't wait to share this with him. He might be a little upset he didn't get to see it, but ultimately he'll be happy. I mean ... we could all tell they love each other. But it's still something else to say it out loud.
Gonna sign off for now. I've got to study a bit before Daniel gets home and we head off to bed.
Till next time.
Daniel 15 January 2018, Monday 600 PM Arcata Healthsport
I get to Healthsport and Grayson grins from behind the desk as I enter. Davis looks up from studying the computer screen in front of him.
I walk up. Grayson is dressed in tracksuit pants and a loose fitting long sleeve shirt. I know he's still bruised up, and probably will be for another few days. Hence the reason for the long pants and sleeves. But I can tell, he's back to living life and he's hungry for it.
"Hello Daniel." Grayson said and he gave me a quick hug - keeping it manly in the gym. Or as Davis often says "Broceptable".
Davis comes around the desk and shakes my hand. "Hey Daniel." He jerks his chin at Grayson. "Ready to wreck my boyfriend?"
I waggle my eyebrows. "You know it."
Grayson rolls his eyes. "Bring it." Then he chuckles. "Ah, not really. I'd like to be able to walk tomorrow."
I put my hand on his back. "You'll live, I promise." I lead him into the gym and since the assessments were already done on him I want to get started with some really basic, meat and potato movements. "Okay, so we're going to start with a basic barbell squat."
I lead Grayson through the exercise. Now, a squat is actually a very complex movement. Most people take quite a while before their body intuitively understands the movement, and muscle memory makes it easier for them to do. But after I showed Grayson once, he did the movement perfectly. I had him repeat it a few times. Perfect every time.
"Have you done these before?" I ask as he reaches the top of the last one.
He's sweating a little, which is understandable. He puts the bar on the rack and exhales. "No. They're challenging!"
"Yeah ... well you did them perfectly. I mean you were shaking a bit toward the end, but that's just muscle fatigue, not a reflection of your form." I narrow my eyes. "Okay, let's try something else."
I have him do deadlifts next. These are similar to squats in that they require a tremendous presence of mind to your form. I show him one, and as I do I watch his eyes. I notice he automatically checks the positions of all of my joints involved. I move and allow him to stand in the position.
Again, perfect. I watch as he goes through a full set. "Wow. Grayson, you're nailing all of these after seeing ONE. That's crazy."
He shrugs. "I'm just copying you." He reaches to wipe the sweat off his brow.
"Yeah, but you're copying me perfectly. It took a long time for me to get the form down, particularly on the squat." I frown in thought. "I ... I think you might be better served with a different focus." I look around and I see one of the private rooms is open. "Come on. I want us to try something."
We enter the room, and I get into a neutral stance. "Okay. Follow my movements." I go through the most complicated knife disarm drill Martha taught me - pretty much the pinnacle of my Krav Maga knowledge. And then I motion at Grayson. His movements are crisp, exact ... perfect. Again.
I goggle at him. "Grayson. Shit man."
He frowns and shrugs. "What? It's simple, I just copy what you do."
I realize something. Grayson's memory and kinesthetic intelligence must be off the charts. He knows where his body is in space, what it's doing, how it's moving, and what the result of any sort of force on his body will be. If he had been encouraged and trained when younger he could have been a world class athlete - probably not football. But maybe something like soccer, or tennis.. As it is, he could still do a lot with what he has.
I stare at him. He frowns and shuffles his feet. "Uh ... what are you thinking?"
"I have a question." I take a seat and motion for him to do the same. He does. "Okay. Would you be interested in learning shotokan, or Krav Maga instead of a heavy focus on strength? I think you could pick up the base movements really easily. And you would have two great instructors if that's what you wanted."
Grayson thought about it. "Really? You think I could do that stuff?"
I nod. "Yeah. I do. At the higher levels of all of the arts, there's more creativity allowed, and even expected. But initially the movements are all well defined, particularly for shotokan." I narrow my eyes. "I think you'd have a tremendous grasp on either you focus on, in a year."
"But, would I still get to weight train? I want to get stronger."
"Oh yeah. But we'd focus on your flexibility more than the average client. And we'd keep your reps up, so you don't get bulky. You'd fill out a bit, but mainly you'd get strong corded muscle. Fast, responsive." I grin. "I think you could be a badass."
He laughs. "Me? A badass?" He motions at his lanky frame. "Have you seen me?"
I cross my arms and smile. "Have you seen Martha?"
He grimaces. "Okay. Point taken." He looks thoughtful. "I may not be able to afford both the training here with you and with Martha." He frowns. "And I wouldn't expect Wayne to train me without some kind of compensation. That just wouldn't be cool."
I smile. "Thanks for thinking about them. But ... I think we can work something out. Just think about it, and we can talk to Martha and Wayne later."
We leave the room and I continue with his training. Every movement, I only have to show him one, and he does the set flawlessly. It's the easiest scenario for a personal trainer I can imagine. Since he masters the movements so quickly, I show him a really wide variety, and explain what body parts they work. We're only doing lower body today, but there's still plenty of different exercises to show him.
"As long as you're hitting the muscle, and challenging it with multiple sets you're going to increase strength and size. After the first couple of weeks we'll add different exercises that involve the same muscles, but do so from a different angle, or at a different intensity." I watch as he completes a hamstring curl set. "It's all about the same purpose though. And that's to get the muscle to failure, or close to it. You have to make your body feel as if it has to improve in order to survive."
He slowly stands up from the machine and wobbles a little. I've worked him hard over the last hour, but he has handled it like a champ. I guess I shouldn't be surprised at his pain tolerance, considering all he has been through.
Grayson blows out a breath. "Whew. Well my body definitely feels like it's under attack! Legs are like jelly." He grins. "Great workout Daniel. Thanks."
I smile. "You made it really easy." I pat his back. "Come on. Let's schedule your upper body session."
We went back to the desk and stood off to the side out of the way of Davis as he handled his various duties. Though Grayson did get a wink from him between customers.
We set up another session for Wednesday. By that point his lower body will be nice and sore, but that won't impact what we do for his upper half.
"Make sure you get lots of water to help flush your body of all the lactic acid that will build up." Davis joins us after he finished with his customer. "If you guys want you and Anna can come over tomorrow and hit the hot tub. I think you'll probably need that by then Grayson."
Grayson agrees empathetically. "Yeah. That'd be great." Davis grins and nods too.
"Wanna just do dinner and hang out too?"
"Well sure, long as Martha's alright with that." Davis says. Wise man.
"I'll check. Don't think it'll be a problem. Just plan on coming over tomorrow, eating dinner, and hot tubbing."
Davis calls around to switch shifts and sets it up so they both work the early shift tomorrow, and they will be off at 5, the same time as Wayne. He calls Anna next, and she's more than onboard. They're all excited about the plan.
Now I just have to remember to talk to Martha and Wayne about it. And ... probably Saul too. He has been at the house quite a bit. But he's quiet, respectful, and he means a lot to Martha. I really don't mind him being around. It's actually kinda nice, and I'm slowly learning more about him. He's turning into a friend, and that's always welcome.
I say goodbye to the boys and I head home.
A twenty minute drive later and I walk in the door to find Wayne crashed on the couch. His ACE manual is lying face down on his hip. He's dressed in some comfy sweat shorts and a t-shirt. He has his back to me, his face toward the couch. And he's still sleeping. It's only a little before 730! I shake my head. We do go to sleep early, but 730 is a stretch.
I walk over. I peek into the kitchen, and I don't see or hear anyone. Martha and Saul must be in the cottage. I smile.
I carefully take the manual off his hip. He shifts a little and makes a noise, but he doesn't wake up.
I very gently put my hand on his hip. Then when I'm sure he's still asleep, I slowly move my hand down to the front of his crotch. He inhales, but he doesn't move. I begin to rub my thumb against his cock, and I feel it start to wake under my hand.
He makes a sleepy groaning sound. Still out. This is fun! I am getting hard myself, and I pull away from him a moment. I strip my track suit and shoes. Now I'm naked, and I head to the bedroom. In less than a minute I'm back with the bottle of lube. I go back to him with my hand on his now obvious erection through his shorts.
Wayne's jaw begins to work and his hips move a little back and forth. I keep rubbing him, and I use my other hand to lube my own dick nicely. I can see a wet spot begin to form on the front of his shorts. He's primed for action, and so am I.
I judge how much room I have on the couch, and I figure there's enough. I carefully peel his shorts down, so his cock is exposed and won't get caught. A pearly drop of precome appears on the head and it's everything I can do not to lean over and take it into my mouth.
Instead I pull his shorts down to his knees fast, and he wakes with a start. "Whaaa ..." Then before he can move I get behind him on the couch and press my slippery boner into his ass crack.
"Well hello sleepyhead." I murmur in his ear and I grind my hips against his rear. He's still not quite fully awake, and makes a noise halfway between desire and confusion.
"Daniel?" He's finally awake enough to think. His hand finds my hip and he rubs it. He turns his head and I can see him smile. "This is a nice way to wake up."
I move, forcing my dick to slide up and down and I growl against his neck. Chill bumps rise on his skin, and his breathing picks up. I reach down and grip him with my lubed hand, and I put my cockhead against his entrance. He begins to squirm against me, helping the penetration along. Soon I enter him, and he sighs.
I hold position, waiting for him to adjust. I gently bite the back of his neck and he groans appreciatively. He's impatient, and he begins to push himself back. Slowly my cock disappears inside him. It feels fantastic, and I bite a little harder, then lick him between nibbles.
The back door opens. We both freeze.
"Shit!" Wayne whispers. "Stop, we need to get our shorts on!"
"Shhhh." I stay right where I am. I carefully raise up a bit so I can see over the back of the couch. Saul is in a pair of boxers, humming to himself, and he's digging in the fridge. I drop back down and go back to biting Wayne.
"Daniel ..." Wayne's whisper is strained. "We're gonna get caught." He licks his lips and grunts quietly as I go back to humping and stroking him.
I don't answer him, and his mouth opens as he quietly pants in time to my hips. I can tell the possible danger of discovery is adding to his arousal, and I grin a bit wickedly. I hear Saul moving around in the kitchen, and a bowl slides on a countertop. Wayne tenses a little when he hears the bowl, but he doesn't try to stop me. Instead he snickers quietly and he adds some motion of his own with his pelvis - grinding into me.
That feels REALLY nice with the added movement. I growl quietly against his neck and bite him gently. His back begins to arch, and he struggles to stay as quiet as he can. His panting increases and then he grunts. I feel his muscles in his rear tense up on me, and I know he's getting off.
He writhes, and grips my hip. He tries to catch as much of his load as possible with this other hand. I groan, and keep it as quiet as I can, though it's not as quiet as I'd like, and my orgasm begins.
"Hello?" Saul's confused voice comes from the kitchen.
"Shit." Wayne says, and I keep going.
Wayne throws his arm up over the back of the couch and waves. "Hi. Saul, don't come over here."
I laugh quietly, and I finish with another few thrusts. Then I sigh. I raise up so my head is over the back and I can see Saul. "Hi Saul!"
He frowns at me a moment, figures out what is going on, closes his eyes and laughs. "Wow." He shakes his head. "Thanks for the warning Wayne!" He yells and Wayne gives a thumbs up from behind the couch.
Saul takes his bowl with his unknown snack and heads out the back door with a laugh.
Wayne is beet red. "Oh man ... that's so embarrassing!"
"Hey, it's our house." I kiss the back of his neck. "Saul understands that , and he's a big boy. He isn't scarred or anything."
Wayne `harumphs'. "Well, you're going to have to get up and get me a towel. I don't want to move, because I'll likely get spunk everywhere." He still held his semen filled hand against his body.
"I got it." I rose, check to make sure the coast is clear, then head to the bathroom. I come back with the towel Wayne used this morning for his shower and he quickly wipes himself semi-clean. Then he pulls up his shorts.
He eyes me. "I was just sleeping, all innocent. And you assaulted me!" He grins. "So terrible."
"Oh yeah, I can see that you're really wounded by my heinous attack." I'm still naked, and a little sticky. But I pull him in against me anyway. He doesn't seem to mind, and he sighs while I hold him.
"I love you Daniel." He pulls my head down and he kisses me, and it's like the first time all over again. The butterflies flutter through my gut, and my heart jerks around in my chest. I can't believe he's mine.
"Love you Wayne." I murmur, my face against his neck.
We head to the bathroom and we clean up for bed. After we're done I remember I invited Grayson, Anna and Davis over tomorrow. I go to the kitchen and leave a note for Martha, just in case I don't see her before then.
Finished with that I head to the bedroom. Wayne is already in under the covers. I get in and scoot up to him - his nice, sexy, furry body, and I spoon with my man. He has lost a little more off his waist, and I'm beginning to see definition on his abdominals. I've noticed it ... but I'm going to wait for a good moment to tell him - sometime when maybe he's not having a very good day, and he can use the boost.
He sighs, the sound content and and I rub his front with my hand. I smell his hair and I hear him smile. I know it tickles a little, and I grin too. Then I settle in to sleep.
Soon I fall asleep. And I do so knowing that I'm the luckiest man in the world.