Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2018 19:10:05 -0800 From: Wayne G Subject: Wayne's Journal - Part 22 Nifty doesn't exist without donations. If you enjoy these stories please donate to Nifty. And yes ... I've donated myself! Do it! :-) http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Be warned. This is a story about men who have consensual sex with other men. If that's not your thing, go away. If it's not legal for you to view this material, also go away. I love hearing from readers. It's the only reward for doing this. Please contact me at: Waynkenwriter@gmail.com If you'd like to be on a list specifically for notification of updates to my story on Nifty, email and let me know. I'll add you on. Thanks for reading! Daniel 06 January 2018, Saturday 0600 AM Daniel's Place I woke to Wayne's alarm. He's still out, and it looks like he is sleeping through it. I reach over him and grab his phone, turning it off. I lay there, assessing how I feel. I'm a little weak, but not nearly as bad as I was. And my mind is clear. I think this lingering stuff is just the natural lethargy after a systemic stress like a nasty influenza. I sigh as I think about all my sessions I missed. I'm going to have to refund people, or reschedule the ones who will allow that. I don't actually remember a lot after Wednesday. I think I slept most of the time. I seem to remember going to the clinic with Wayne? Yes. Yes, we went to the clinic. But the details are all really fuzzy. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand. I can't help but smile. I don't ache anymore. I stretch, and let it linger. God it feels good to not be sick! I think about doing an all body workout. I know I need to hit it again. But I'm also still recovering. I don't like it, but I commit to rest today. Damn it. I walk into the hallway and hum to myself as I am on the way to the bathroom. Then I see one of the guest room doors is only half open. Weird. I go to fully open it, and ... there in bed is a sight I didn't expect. Davis, Grayson, and Anna are all spooning, and snuggled up in the bed. I blink a few times. Yep, they're really there. Then I realize that Grayson is really bruised up. They're all still asleep, and they look like they're going to sleep a while. I step quietly into the room and get a better look at Grayson. Yeah, the poor dude is definitely beat up. I frown at the sight. After another moment I tiptoe out of the room. I hear the backdoor, and I get into the bathroom before Martha catches me in the hallway naked. I do my business, then peek out the door. It's clear and I make it back to our bedroom, and throw on a pair of sweat shorts. Then I walk out to the kitchen. Martha is there in shorts and a t-shirt. She's starting the coffee pot (you wonderful woman!). She hears me, and turns her head. "Hey. You're up." She smiles. "You feel better?" "Mostly. Yeah." I walk over to her. "So ... what's up with the trio in the guest room?" She looks at me as if I'm speaking tongues. "What?" "Davis, Anna and Grayson. All crashed in one big spoony pile in the guest bed. It looks like Grayson has had the shit kicked out of him too." She frowns in total bewilderment. "What?!" She put the coffee pot on the warmer and hit the "on" button. She's got her priorities straight, that one. We head to the hallway. As we get close I motion for her to be quiet and she carefully looks in. After a few moments she turns, looking at me. That same bewildered expression is on her face. We walk back to the kitchen. "Daniel, I have no idea what the fuck is going on." "Hrmmm. Well, the alarm didn't wake Mr. Hawkins. He slept right through it. I'm betting there were some late night adventures with the four of them." I frown. "An adventure that got Grayson in trouble ... or maybe it was one bailing him out of it." "Let's find out." Martha starts toward our bedroom. I want to let Wayne sleep, but I also want to know what the hell is going on. She allows me to enter first, and I sit on the edge of the bed. "Hey. Wayne." I gently shake him and he blinks wearily. "Hmmmm." He looks at me, then he smiles. "Hey. You're up." He grins. "Are you feeling better?" "Yeah, for the most part. But I have a couple of questions that kinda can't wait." I jerk my thumb toward the hallway. "Why are Davis, Grayson and Anna all in bed? And why is Grayson all beat up?" He frowned and reached his hand toward the bookshelf. "Get my journal." Martha grabbed it and handed it to him. And instead of trying to remember everything he simply read his latest entry to us. Wow. So, I missed some stuff! After he finishes Martha and I look at each other. Then Martha frowns and turns her attention back to Wayne. "Next time you think there's gonna be trouble, you wake me up." She points at him. "Hear me?" Wayne grimaces and nods. "Yeah. Sorry." He shrugs. "Now that I think about it, what I did was pretty dangerous. He could have had a gun or something. Though, it turned out alright." He frowns. "Man ... poor Grayson. He was in a lot of trouble." Then he let a little smile touch his lips. "Davis and Anna really saved the day there. Just helping and supporting him." Wayne looked at me, his expression serious. "I think Davis would have killed Randy if he didn't have Grayson to deal with. Like, literally." I can see Wayne means it and I blow out a breath. "Okay. Let's be sure to keep Davis away from Randy." I smile at Wayne. "Hey. I'm really proud of you. You came through for Grayson in a big way." Wayne blushes. Then he looks at Martha and back to me. He seems to think and then nods. "Thanks Daniel. We all had a role to play, and it worked out." Martha grunts, the sound oddly satisfied. "There's coffee cooking." She turns to go into the kitchen. "Speaking of cooking, I'll start breakfast for seven instead of four." I stay in the bedroom and Wayne looks up at me while I sit on the edge of the bed. "Glad you're doing better." He yawns. "Thanks Wayne." I stroke his head. "I'm gonna let you sleep." I get up and kiss him. "Breakfast will be waiting for you when you get up." He smiles, the expression sleepy and content. "Okay. Love you." "Love you too." Before I leave I grab a pair of sweatpants a pair of socks and a sweater. Pretty sure Grayson doesn't have any clean clothes, and I want to make sure he can be comfortable when he wakes. I go back to the half open door, carefully open it and go inside. I put the folded clothes on the foot of the bed, and turn to leave. "Hey." I turn and Davis' eyes are open. "Good to see you're up." He says in a low voice. Both Grayson and Anna both still sleep. I nod at him. "Thanks." I point my chin at Grayson. "I heard what happened." My gaze grows soft. "Let me know what we can do to help." Davis nods. "You're doing it already." He pats Grayson's hand where it rests across his chest. "Wayne was fucking awesome Daniel. He walked in there, and he took that prick down." Davis looks almost like he is going to tear up - something I've never seen before. "We might have been too late if it wasn't for him." He gently shakes his head. "He told us last night Randy was choking him when Wayne knocked. I think Wayne saved his life." I feel a huge surge of pride in Wayne. I reach and put a hand on Davis' shoulder. "It's what friends do Davis." He smiles, and I pat him. "Breakfast is gonna be done soon. See you guys out there, whenever you're ready." With that I leave the room. I smell coffee, and I absolutely need some of that. Wayne's Journal - Part 22 06 January 2018, Saturday 1130 AM Wayne's House About an hour after Daniel and Martha woke me to ask about Grayson, Anna and Davis sleeping in the guest room, I got up. I had the day off of my workout, so I threw on some comfy clothes and went straight into the kitchen. Daniel, Martha and Saul were all chatting quietly around the island, cups of coffee in hand. "Hey guys." I walked in and went right for the coffee pot. "Hey." Daniel smiled. "Get enough sleep?" "No, not really." I held up the pot of dark brown liquid. "But this will help." Saul shook his head. "Man, some heavy shit." I turned with my coffee in hand and he looked at my eyes. "You all right?" I nodded. "Yeah. I'm not the one we need to worry about." I frowned as I thought about last night and took a sip of coffee. I sighed as it warmed me on the way down, and I walked to the island then had a seat. I heard movement in the hall and we all turned to look. Davis and Anna were there, their clothes rumpled and wrinkled. I realized they slept clothed. I couldn't help but smile. It was pretty obvious they didn't want Grayson to think they were trying to take advantage of him. Anna turned and looked down the hall, disappeared then came back with Grayson under her arm. He wore one of my fuzzy sweaters, and sweatpants. His battered face was pointed down. I knew he had to be embarrassed, though I wish he didn't feel that way. "Good morning guys, Anna." Daniel said. He motioned at the kitchen counter. "Martha made eggs, potatoes, there's fruit." He held up his mug. "And coffee." Davis smiled and put an arm along with Anna's around Grayson's shoulders, and Grayson put his one around each of their waists. "Thanks Daniel." Davis said. He and Anna walked Grayson over to the counter. I watched as they spoke quietly to him, and he nodded. Davis peeled off and started making a couple of plates of food. They joined us at the island, and Anna went to get them all coffee. We all sat there a moment in silence. The only sounds were the plates moving a bit, and silverware scraping here and there. It was awkward ... I admit. But I had no idea how to make things okay for Grayson without first making things worse. Daniel to the rescue. "Grayson." The thin man sighed, as if he sensed more trauma about to happen. But he looked up at him. Daniel only smiled, the expression genuine and real. "We're glad you're here." There were mumbles of assent around the island from all of us. Grayson swallowed and nodded. "Thanks." He even smiled a little. "Me too." Anna cleared her throat. "We're going to put a few ideas out there, to get you out of your old place, and away from all of that." She patted his leg. "You okay with that?" He nodded and picked up a fork. He started to eat from the couple of plates the three of them shared, which I found really encouraging. If he's got an appetite then things are probably going to improve for him. "Okay, good." Anna looked around the island. "Input is welcome. You have ideas, lay them out there." We all ate, drank coffee, and planned. A lot needed to be done. We were essentially rebuilding Grayson's life, one completely free of Randy. Anna had our list we had brainstormed. We decided pretty early on that anything at Randy's place was forfeit. "All right, here's what we've got; tracfone till we can get something more permanent, clothes, new bank account set up, new place to live, transportation ..." The list went on. The things he was really stressed over were the lack of a living space, transportation and his job. "I work at the credit union in Eureka." He explained. "Randy sort of got me the job. His uncle works there. They both set things up so my check would just go straight to Randy's account. I mean ... I had a card for it too. But a few months into our relationship ..." he frowned and I could see how difficult it was for him to talk about it, "... anyway, things went south. And he took me off the account, but my check kept getting deposited there." He rubbed his head. "He'd just give me enough money to do what I needed to do to keep working. I put a tiny bit away here and there. Eventually I had enough to pay for the training with Daniel. I thought ... if I could make myself strong enough ..." He rubbed his hands on the top of the island. "I just ... I didn't know what to do." "Hrmmm." Saul looked thoughtful. "Well, do you still want to work at the bank? Is his uncle a bad guy?" Grayson looked down in his coffee cup. "He's not a bad person. I don't think he knew what was going on. But I just ... I want to be free of Randy. I don't want anything to do with him, or his uncle. Either of them." "Okay." Davis said and rubbed his back. He thought for a moment. "Well, you want to do some desk work at Healthsport?" He grinned. "I know the manager. I might be able to get you a spot." Grayson looked at him and Davis winked. Grayson grinned. He knew Davis managed the Arcata Healthsport. "Really? That'd be okay?" Davis nodded. "Yeah. We actually need the help, particularly in the evenings." Grayson blew out a relieved breath. "Yes. Oh man, yes." He frowned. "I just need to find a place to stay and some way to get around." He sighed. "I wish I still had my scooter." I perked up. "Scooter? You ride a scooter?" Grayson nodded. "I used to, but mine pretty much fell apart on me. Couldn't afford to get it repaired." "Well ... I've got a really old one in my garage. A 1970's Vespa Sprint. It's just collecting dust right now. It needs some work, and some cleaning up, but I know a guy who's pretty handy around an engine." I elbowed Daniel. He looked at me. "Subtle." We all laughed. Grayson looked hopeful. "I ... if I could borrow it ..." "If Daniel can get it running, then it's yours." I sat back. "You'd be doing me a favor getting it out of the garage." I suddenly had another idea. "And ... if he gets it running it means you'll be able to get to work in Arcata from Eureka, which makes what I have in mind possible." I thought quickly. "Let me make a phone call really fast." I got up, walked to the living room and called my sister. I had to ask her permission for what I wanted to offer. After I quickly explained the situation she agreed to my idea. I came back to the kitchen and they all looked at me. "Okay ... for the next two months you can live in my family home for free. Till you get up on your feet. Pay the utilities. Keep the place up. And if you want to stay, we'll work out what rent looks like after that." Grayson's face went slack. "Really?" "Yeah. Really." I smiled at him. "Sound all right?" He swiped at his eyes. "Yeah." He stood up and walked over. He gave me a full on hug. "Thanks Wayne. Thank you so much." "You're welcome Grayson." Daniel caught my eye as Grayson released me. He smiled, his approval evident. "Okay. Well, next step for me is to check and see if I can get the Vespa going." He stood. "All righty folks. We have a plan. Let's get to it." "Wait." Grayson looked around at all of us. "I don't ... I don't even know how to thank you all." He struggled to wrap his mind around everything. "I have nothing to offer except that - thank you." Martha surprised me. "All you need to do is live life. That'll be enough." Her eyes were focused on Grayson, and she nodded once at the man. He bit his lip and nodded back. Anna and Davis took Grayson shopping, and to set up a new bank account. I'm sitting here in my garage, next to Daniel as he tinkers on the Vespa. He's got me writing a list of all the parts he needs to replace, and luckily most are just hoses that are dry rotted. He's impressed with her overall condition. He's also confident Daisy will ride again. Yes ... my Vespa has a name, and her name is Daisy. She's yellow! I mean, come on. Ohhhh ... gotta go. Someone's gettin' frisky! Daniel 06 January 2018, Saturday 1215 PM Wayne's House Wayne sits beside me on the garage floor as I work on the Vespa. He's dressed in a pair of jeans that really show off his package, and I realize my libido is back with force. I don't know about him, but I've not gotten off in four days. That's an eternity for me! He isn't aware of my lustful stares, instead he's journaling away. Well, not for long. I put down the hose I just pulled off the engine, and I do my best to wipe my hands free of the sticky engine grease on my fingers. "Wayne." "Yeah?" He still looks at his journal, still writing. "How attached are you to those jeans?" He frowned. "They're old. I use them when I think I might get dirty. Yard work, stuff like that." "Good." I reach and rub his groin and leave a little grease on the material. His eyes widen, and he finishes a sentence really quick in his journal and tosses it to the side. I pull on his legs, and he slides on the concrete till he's on his back and I climb on top of him. He moans. "God, I need this." I kiss him, and I grind my hips against his. I could probably get off this way, it has been so long. But I have other plans. We make out a bit, there on the cold concrete floor of his garage. I pull back and stare into his eyes. "Come on. That bed of yours hasn't had a body in it for a while. Time to fix that." We stand, and we can't seem to stop kissing. I need him. I need him now. Clothes start flying, and now we're both down to our socks. I pin him against the door by his wrists and I grind into him. Nope. Plans or not we're not gonna make it to the bedroom. Wayne tries to pull his hands away but I push him back and hold him in place. His eyes roll back in his head as my tongue finds his neck. He smells and tastes so good. I can't help myself ... I bite him. He groans as I do. I pull my teeth away from his skin, determined not to mark him again. And we go back to kissing. Both of our cocks drool precome, and they slide around as we writhe against one another. His breathing begins to pick up, and as I pull away he looks at me, his gaze communicates what's about to happen. His head goes back, and his eyes roll in his skull. He lets loose a long groan, and a large amount of warm fluid shoots from him to cover both of our groins. I kiss him while his orgasm happens, and he continues to groan. At last he stops, and I grin. I release his wrists, and he immediately drops to his knees. My dick is literally dripping with his come, and he takes it into his mouth, fluid and all. He rubs my balls and I look down to see more semen rolling down my pubic hair and onto his hand and chin as he bobs up and down on me. I don't know why but that really turns me on! "Ahhh. Ah fuck Wayne." My legs begin to shake, and I work to keep my knees from buckling on me. I lean a shoulder against the door, and Wayne sticks a cum covered finger up my ass and he hooks it so he presses directly on my prostate. That's the ticket, right there. I make a strangled sound and my body tenses up. I shoot and he makes a satisfied, hungry sound as my come spurts out of me into his mouth. He slurps and runs his hand up and down as he empties me. It feels like I gave him a lot. And he looks up after I'm done. "Wow." He stood and grinned. "I feel like I just swallowed a cup of semen." I laugh. "Felt like it to me too." I hug him to me, and we kiss. I can still taste myself on him. I grin as we pull away. "You emptied a lot too." I look down and I'm still dripping the leftovers of both of our loads. So is Wayne, and our socks are getting wet. We put our pants on over our sticky bodies, and we take the rest of our clothes with us. Then we hurry from his unattached garage across his backyard to his house. I laugh when I catch the neighbor watching us over the little 3' tall fence between properties from her yard. Her eyes are huge and she gapes at us. Wayne waves. "Hi Mrs. Lawson!" The older lady frowns and raises a hand, unsure what response to make to a couple of ½ naked men holding hands running across the yard. We get inside and Wayne laughs. "Well, that should liven up the neighborhood gossip!" We shower, and get dressed again. Then we load up the Vespa in Wayne's truck. I've got some equipment at my garage I need to work on it. But before we head home I need to stop at the small engine section of Ace Hardware. After that we need to see if the Vespa is going to work for Grayson. If not we'll figure out something else, but I'm pretty confident this is gonna be fine. Now I'm in the passenger seat, Wayne's driving to Ace, and I've got my hand on my fiance's leg. I look over at him - at this amazing man. This genuinely kind, brave, smart, capable, and amazing man. My love for him just ... it grows all the time. "I love you Wayne." He pulls into the parking lot of Ace and looks at me. He smiles, leans over and kisses me. "I love you Daniel." I grin. "Be right back." And I run into the store. He stays in the truck with the Vespa. I know it's silly, but I can hardly wait to get back out to him. I stand in line with my items, thinking about him, and I can't stop smiling. I'm just so glad to be on this trip, living this life with him. And I can't wait till he's my husband.