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Wayne's Journal - Part 9 15 December 2017, Friday 1050 AM Daniel's Place
I realized this morning that I had drastically overestimated the amount of time I had before our trip to San Diego. We fly in a week! Shit!
I quickly called work and scheduled the time off I needed. Tammy, my boss, was surprised, but thankful I was spending my time. I have a large bank of time off saved, as I rarely took it. And she is more than eager to see the total on the books decrease. Saul was also willing to cover for me while I was out.
Looks like we're going to spend next Friday traveling to the San Diego and settling in with the family. My sister said it was no problem to put us up on their guest room, even through Daniel's ACE continuing education class. That'll put us there till Thursday of next week, returning on Friday. That saves us a LOT in hotel expenses. Daniel quickly seized on that.
"Hotel room over the holiday would run us $220 a night, and that's if we get a deal. We'll be there from Friday through Thursday night. 7 nights at $220 is ... $1,540." He smiled at me. "You pay me $900 for the ticket, and I'll give your sister that $1,540." His eyes crinkled as he smiled at me. "Sound fair?"
I sighed, defeated. "Fine. I won't pay you for the ticket. You don't owe anything for the room, you know that."
He sidled up to me and put an arm around my shoulders. "I'm just pointing out, we're both contributing here." He leaned over and kissed the side of my head. Then he took in my still sour expression. "What is it?"
I sighed again. "The very thing you wanted to protect yourself from when you first met me. I feel like I'm doing that to you - taking advantage of your financial position." I turned and put my arms around his waist. Our hips were together, and we could both see one another's eyes.
Daniel smiled. "That you're worried about it, that tells me you'd never try to take advantage of me." He squeezed me. "I want to do this for us. I'm able to. I have the resources to." He leaned forward and kissed me. Then he pulled back to look at me. "Let me do this, okay?"
I smiled slightly, then nodded. "Okay." I shook my head. "Sorry, I just don't want to be someone you look back on as a mistake."
He stiffened a little. "You mean like Jason?"
I nodded.
"You could never be him." He hugged me to his chest. "I know it. You don't have it in you." After a moment he pushed back so he could look at me again. "Besides ... I don't have any plans to look back on my time with you." He licked his lips. "I want you here. With me. For a long time. No looking back needed." He seemed to realize what he was implying, and his eyes widened a little. "Ah ... I mean ..."
I smiled, and let him flounder a little. I finally decided to rescue him from himself. "You want something long term." I nuzzled my face against his neck. "There's nothing wrong with that. I want that too." I felt him relax. I rubbed my hands up and down his strong back, down to his firm rear. "What's on your agenda today Mr. Ison?"
His eyes were closed as I rubbed and kneaded the muscles in his back and ass. "Right now, I just want to make love with you." He put his face in my neck and I felt him nibble and lick me there. It sent shivers down my spine. And I also noticed what he had said. He wanted to make love with me. Not have sex, not screw, not fuck ... but make love.
I swallowed, and felt undiluted joy jerk around in my chest. "Do we have time for that?" I kept rubbing, and one hand found its way past the elastic on his track pants. I let a finger slide down the groove of his ass. He exhaled against my neck.
"Yes." He ground his hips against mine. "Even if we didn't I'd make time."
We kissed, and slowly stumbled our way to the bedroom. Once there we stripped one another - everything was unhurried, filled with a lot of touching, and a lot of tenderness.
He lay down on his back. I smiled at him as I stood beside the bed. I knew what I wanted to do to him. "Roll over big guy." He grinned and did as I asked. I sat beside him and I started at his neck. I let my fingers barely caress him with the lightest touch. He inhaled and I watched a wave of chillbumps travel down his back as I moved my hands. A masseur once did this to me, and it was the only time I had ever gotten a woody while getting a massage. I was embarrassed, but he didn't seem surprised or upset at all. I guess he had seen erections on his table before.
"Oh, that feels really nice." He murmured. He blinked slowly. "Don't put me to sleep though."
"I doubt you'll be able to sleep through what comes next." I smiled. My hands were down at his waist, and then my fingertips lightly danced over his rump. Next I barely touched him as I ran them down his crack. He inhaled.
"Okay, I'm awake." He laughed quietly.
I ran my fingers back up and he groaned. His hips began to move against the bed. I continued to slide my fingers up and down, always barely touching him.
I knew this would make him want to be screwed. Anytime he plays with my ass that's the effect it has on me, and he's no different in that respect. His hips continued to grind against the bed, and his moans were nearly constant.
His need was almost palpable. I took a breath. It was time.
I leaned down, spread his cheeks and licked his ass. My whole tongue pressed against him, and he inhaled sharply at the contact. "Unnnnnn ...." he rolled his head back and forth and his hands gripped the bedspread. He unconsciously lifted his hips slightly to give me better access to his hole.
I wasn't sure what to expect. But I only tasted soap, and a slight muskiness. Instead of it repulsing me my dick hardened up even more, and I GROWLED - I didn't even mean to. It just came out of me, like a damn animal. I slowly ran my tongue from his nuts up his entire crack. He opened his mouth and inarticulate sounds cascaded out of him. Daniel was now on his elbows, head down, ass up. He breathed raggedly, and I dove back into my chosen role.
I licked his nuts, and took his cock in my hand. I stroked him a few times, and my hand was almost instantly dripping with his fluids. He groaned. I love it. I love making him crazy. I love his taste, his sounds. And ... I love him.
I positioned myself behind him up on my knees. My dick was so hard. I grabbed a shoulder and pulled him up, and this brought his hips down onto my waiting cock. I got the lube, and slathered it on us both. He turned his head and kissed me over his shoulder.
I had to vocalize it. "I love you." I whispered. The head of my dick was just beginning to enter him.
"I love you." He repeated back to me. "Fuck." His head hung down. I put my arms around his chest and I pulled him upright, his back against my chest. We were both on our knees, and he moaned as his body weight slowly forced my cock up into his body.
Once I was completely inside I moved my hips back and forth, then I licked the back of his neck, and let my teeth scrape his skin. He shivered and gasped when I did. "Ah god Wayne." I reached and took his member in my hand. It drooled non stop so I used his own fluids as lube and stroked in time to our hips.
His head came back up, and I took the chance to lick right behind his ear. His eyes fluttered. "Ahhhh ... ahhhh." He was mine. I loved it. I was completely in command of him. He had given himself over to me, and I was more than willing to bring him to completion.
He swallowed, and the muscles in his jaw flexed. "Unnnn ..." he groaned again. I was close. But I really wanted to wait for him. From all appearances he wouldn't be long.
He put his hands on my legs and he gripped me, almost painfully. His breath began to come in gasps. I stroked faster, and I bit down lightly on the back of his neck.
He spasmed against me. "Gah!" His ass clamped down, and he unloaded a huge rope of come. His cock was pointed so it landed on the headboard, and it did with an audible `splat'. I was literally a split second behind him.
My own orgasm raged through me. I closed my eyes, and let it take me, with grunts and groans. I let my hips slam into Daniel, my teeth gritted in effort and release, and I finished stroking Daniel as his last shudders came to an end.
I rubbed my hands up and down his heaving chest and abdomen. He shook his head. "Fuck."
"You okay?" I murmured in his ear. I pulled back, and my cock slipped out of him.
"Fuck yes I'm okay." He turned and kissed me. He bit his lip and put his head against mine. "This just keeps getting better." He shook his head a little. "I didn't know it could be this good."
"Me either." I smiled and kissed him again. "Once I figured out you liked to be licked, I knew what to do."
He grimaced. "Ah, yeah. I'm a weirdo." He shook his head. "I would never have asked you to do it."
I laughed. "Daniel, according to the internet we are about the tamest when it comes to fetishes." I snuggled up to him. "You like to be licked, and you like to hold me down. Overall, not so weird."
He nibbled my ear. "And you like to be held down." He growled at me. I grinned. I couldn't deny it.
We cleaned up and stripped the bed - again. We need to plan better, and start using towels! Daniel retreated to his media room for an hour to finish up his first proposal for training the local high school basketball teams. I'm currently working on my journal entry (duh), then after this I'll head to my house to check on it, and change out my clothes. Daniel wants me to come back here to his place, and spend the weekend again. I have to say, I don't mind that at all.
I'll write more later. Till then.
Daniel - Part 6
15 December 2017, Friday 1215 PM Daniel's Place
Wayne is still at his house. He's doing some cleaning, and he's clearing his fridge of anything that won't make it over the weekend.
I have a new client appointment in a little less than an hour. I'm ready for it. Strangely, I've gotten MORE in person clients since I've been outed. And not just women. Guys are signing up too. One of the new guys actually said he wanted a gay trainer, because the straight guys were so macho and intimidating. Gotta remember to have a light touch with that one. Heh.
I wanted to talk to the gym manager at Health Sport in Arcata anyway. So I am heading out a little early.
I make the drive, over the Safety Corridor, and soon I'm in Arcata.
I pull into the parking lot, and go inside. There I meet up with Davis. He's short, wide at the shoulders, and his body is dense as drop forged steel. He's really strong, and built like a battering ram. We go through some contractual agreements I've got with the facility. They need a copy of my Basic Life Support (CPR) card so they can continue to work with me. We quickly resolve the issue, and since it's not busy, Davis and I BS a bit behind the front desk.
He eyeballs me. "So. It's out there now eh?" He rolls his shoulders, and the muscles under his shirt move like miniature boulders.
I sigh. "Yeah. It was only a matter of time I guess."
He nods. Davis had suspected I was gay. He never had confirmation till the photo surfaced, but now that he knew, he seemed fine with it. "Business okay? I worried about that for you." I was touched. Really. "Yeah, Wayne ... uh, the guy in the picture, actually really came through for me. He turned it around ... made it a marketable asset instead of a liability." I shook my head, still a little hard for me to believe that.
Davis looked at me. "Well that's a fine trick." He cracked a smile. "Maybe wanna hang onto someone who can do that."
I blushed and nodded. Really hadn't expected Davis to be so openly fine with me. We chatted a little more until my client came in. When he did, Davis shook my hand.
"Good to see you Daniel." He grinned. "If you're not doing anything for the new year, you're invited to our annual party. You and your guy."
That blew me away. "Uh ... wow. Okay. Thanks. I'll talk to Wayne about it."
I walked away and joined my client. I was still marveling at what had happened. Maybe people aren't as hung up on the whole gay thing as I thought they'd be.
An hour later my assessments, interview, and goal setting session with my client were done. He was a little surprised we didn't actually get to the working out today, but I assured him the information gathering I did was important to his success. After we were done I turned him loose to use the elliptical machine for a ½ hour on his own, as his main goal was to lose weight, and we might as well get started with that.
I walked to my car in the parking lot, and I felt my phone buzz from my pocket. "Huh. Unknown number." I opened the text.
"Hello Danny." My skin immediately crawled. Only one person ever called me `Danny'. There was a picture attached to the message. It showed Wayne's house at night. The bottom dropped out of my stomach. Another message showed up. "I found where your new boy lives. You guys look so happy together in that pretty little picture!"
I put my hand out and steadied myself against my car. I stared at my phone. Waiting. Another picture came. A pale, freckled hand was on the opened door of Wayne's house. "You know, they really don't make locks like they used to."
Fear crawled through my stomach and I breathed through my mouth. I had a death grip on my phone. Another picture, from the INSIDE. The door was closed and locked again. "There we go. All buttoned up. He'll never know I was even here. But you do. Don't you Danny? And you know just what will happen, if you don't do exactly what I tell you."
Desperate, I pulled up my contacts and hit a number.
Wayne's Journal - Part 9 (cont)
15 December 2017, Friday 245 PM Daniel's Place
Wow. I have no idea what the hell to even think.
An hour ago, Daniel called me in a panic. "Wayne! Where are you? Are you okay?" I could hear him getting into his car.
"Hey, I'm fine. I'm just finishing up at my place." I frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Get out of the house! Get out now!" I heard his tires squeal over the phone. "Get to my place. Don't open the door for anybody but Martha or me. Go! Now!"
He hung up. I stared at my phone, then jolted into action. I grabbed my bag, and headed to the door. I passed through the living room, and suddenly jerked to a stop. I turned and looked at my coffee table.
My biggest, nicest chef knife was laying on the table. I KNOW it wasn't there when I came in the house. It was in my butcher block in the kitchen. I gaped at it a moment, and I felt a chill of dread run down my spine. I backed up to the door, opened it, and pelted down the steps to my truck.
I had the presence of mind to make sure nobody was in, on or under my truck. Then I got in and I drove like a mad man to Daniel's house.
He met me there only a few minutes later. He must have done 90 miles an hour through the safety corridor that connects Arcata and Eureka. He immediately crushed me in a hug. "Daniel what's going on?" I shivered. "I think someone was in my house."
He squeezed me tighter. "Jason." He breathed, and shook in my arms. "He sent me texts. Threatened you." He looked at my face. "I called the police right after I hung up with you. They're going to your house now."
I nodded. "Okay. Good." I frowned. "What does he want?"
Daniel pulled out his phone and let me read through the messages. The last one demanded $250,000, or "bad things" would happen to me. While I stared at the phone, another message came.
`Bad move. Now it's $300,000. See you soon.'
I handed the phone back to him, and he blanched when he saw it. I shook his shoulders. "Hey. I'm right here. Nothing is going to happen to me."
He swallowed and shook his head. "You don't know him." He set his jaw. "If the cops don't find him, then ..." raw terror lit up in his eyes, " ... if I don't give him what he wants, he'll really try to take you from me."
I pulled him back to my chest. "It'll be okay. I'm safe. Okay? Let's see what the cops find."
A half hour later and we were contacted by the Eureka PD. Turns out, yes ... someone had been in the house other than myself. He hadn't bothered to use gloves, or any sort of disguise. And witnesses saw him in the neighborhood yesterday evening. He's got red hair, a slim build, blue eyes, and freckles. Daniel commented that he's hairy too. I guess I should have known that piece - considering what Daniel likes in guys. There were also fingerprints on my chef knife, and on the door knob - internal and external. But they never found him.
He's wanted for a litany of charges. Breaking and entering, sexual assault, car theft. The list is a long one. So his prints were on file already, and they quickly matched the ones at my house to his.
The police came to Daniel's house and interviewed both of us. While they did Martha came home. I had texted to tell her what was going on, and she rushed back as soon as she could. The police took our statements, and assured us that they would catch him. Then they left us huddled in Daniel's living room.
Daniel was on edge. "I'm going to pull the money." He picked up his phone. "That much will take time to get together, even for a major bank. Mine's all with our credit union, so I need to give them a lot of warning."
I looked at him like he were crazy. "Daniel, no!" I put my hand on his. "Even if you knew, 100% that he'd actually leave us alone if you gave him the money, there's no way I could let you do that. No way." I goggled. "$300,000! That's madness." I licked my lips. "I won't allow you to do this for me. You can't do this for me."
He stared at me and tears streamed down his face. "I can't lose you." He slumped into me, and I held him. He silently cried against my chest and I looked over his shoulder at Martha.
Her face was stone, and as serious as I've ever seen her. After a moment she reached out and put her hand on Daniel's arm. "Hey big guy." He looked up at her, his face miserable. "Nothing's going to happen to Wayne. I promise."
"But," he wiped his face, "how can you..."
"Because I can." She patted his arm. "I'm going to buddy up with him. Where he goes, I go. Till this fucker is caught."
"Martha, that's nice of you, but ..." I started.
She shot a glance at me. "I like you, but I'm not doing this for you." Her eyes went back to Daniel. "I promise. Nothing will happen to Wayne."
He looked into her sure, competent brown eyes, and he took a breath. "Okay." He wiped at his face, and even managed a little laugh. "You're just trying to get a pay increase." We all had a much needed laugh at that.
So ... that's where we are now. I've got a 130 lb bodyguard named Martha, there's a crazy sociopath loose and gunning for me, and my boyfriend is afraid to let me get out of his sight.
My life used to be so boring. I could use a little of that right about now.