Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2017 13:22:45 -0800 From: Wayne G Subject: Wayne's Journal - Part 4 Nifty doesn't exist without donations. If you enjoy these stories please donate to Nifty. 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. This section starts with a short flashback to Daniel's thoughts during the events of Part 3. I love hearing from readers. It's the only reward for doing this. Please contact me at: Waynkenwriter@gmail.com Daniel - Part 2 08 December 2017, Friday 7:30 PM Dinner at Brick and Fire He sat down across from me at a small, cozy table in Brick and Fire. His short, slightly curly black hair was a little mussed up, and perfect, and I caught the glint of just a few silver hairs mixed with the rest in his dark beard. A slight smile pulled at his lips in an indescribable, sublime way. His brown eyes looked around the room, and everytime they landed on something they seemed to light up with this internal joy. The candlelight threw beautiful soft shadows on his face, and I had to remember to breathe as I looked at him. He turned to me. My heart jerked around in my chest, and I felt slightly dizzy. His smile faltered. "Daniel? Hey, you okay?" His hand moved to hold mine, but he flinched as if remembering we were in public. He stopped and let it rest halfway across the table instead. I forced myself to function and nodded. "I'm fine." I smiled in what I hoped was a reassuring way. Then I looked down at his hand and my smile slipped. My whole life depends on clients. I'm exceedingly careful about public perception, because if word got out that I'm gay I could, and almost certainly would lose clients. It could literally end my career. I thought about that, then I felt anger flare in my mind. Anger at my own fear, and at my bowing to the pressures associated with success. I looked back up at Wayne's face. And I found myself utterly unwilling to compromise. I reached across the table and took his hand in mine. Wayne's expression was mixed, but I saw mostly happiness there. "I don't care who sees us." I said. And I meant it. In that moment I realized this man who I had known a grand total of 8 days has become more important to me than the life I have worked so hard to build for myself over the last 5 YEARS. I am so fucked. Wayne's Journal - Part 4 09 December 2017, Saturday 1:25 PM Daniel's Place This morning I woke as Daniel gently tried to extract himself from my arms. "Hmmm?" I mumbled, mostly asleep. "Hey." He turned around and kissed me. Just a peck, but it was still sweet. He smiled. "I've gotta get up. I need to do my cardio and I have a couple of clients to remote in with." "No." I put my arms around him and buried my face in his neck. "Stay here with me for a while." It was still dark outside, so it couldn't have been too late in the morning. He chuckled. "Wayne, I want to. But I have more in store for you today." He pulled my face up and kissed me again. This one had a little more heat in it, and I began to wake up below the waist too. He pulled away. "I need to get going now or I won't have time for what I've planned." He grinned and rubbed my head. "Stay in bed. If you're still asleep when I get finished I'll come snuggle with you. Okay?" I frowned but released him. "Okay." He stood and his perfect naked ass was right in front of me. I groaned and put a pillow over my head. "You need to hurry." He laughed and his hand rubbed my cock through the blanket. "Leave this alone. I'm going to want to use it later." I pulled the pillow aside and glared at him. "You're not making that any easier." He laughed again and took a step away when I made to grab him. I watched as he dressed in his workout gear, but I don't remember him leaving the room. I must have fallen back to sleep. I woke again, this time to his naked body crawling back into bed. I felt his warm hands on my back and then they circled around to my front as his thick and muscled arms held me. His warm hips and groin pressed against my backside. "Mmmmm ... all done?" I murmured. He nuzzled the back of my neck, and I could feel his day old stubble rub the skin there. "Yep." He wriggled behind me and sighed. "You are so warm. I could go back to sleep." I wiggled my ass against him, and I could feel his half-mast cock respond by stiffening up. "Part of you feels awake." I smiled to myself. My own was rock hard already. He growled against my neck and pressed his hips forward, sliding his dick up and down my ass crack. He continued for a few minutes and the soft moans and his little bites on the back of my neck told me he really enjoyed it, then he stopped. "Did you put lube on yourself?" "Uh, no?" He pulled the blanket down. "Holy shit. I'm leaking like crazy." His cock steadily oozed precome, and he was wet from tip to base. My ass was in a similar state. "Don't waste it." I lay back down. "Keep going, humpy." He laughed, then patted my rear. "Well, I kinda want to ... do something that requires a condom." His voice was hopeful. "Is that okay?" "Yep." I rolled on my belly. "Go for it!" He laughed and rubbed his hand slowly up and down my crack. Then he stopped at my hole. There was a lot of slickness back there and it felt great to have his finger tease me. "Mmmmmm ..." I began to squirm a little. Unconsciously my hips moved against him, and I was slowly humping the bed, rubbing my extremely hard cock against the sheets. "Where is your overnight bag?" The desire in his voice was obvious and he turned to get up and find what he needed. I lifted my head. "Why?" Then I realized. "Ahhhh ... I didn't bring condoms." I stared at him. "I just figured you'd have some here." He flopped back on the bed. "Damn it." He sighed. "I haven't picked any up yet. And my old supply expired months ago. Never had a reason to restock till you came along." I propped myself on an elbow and smiled at him. "It's okay." I reached down and squeezed his erection, and a drop oozed out of the tip. "Wow, that thing is as hard as a piece of steel." I admit, I was disappointed. I wanted him inside me. But I didn't want to show that I was let down. "Hey, here's what we'll do." I got back on my side. "You keep doing what you were earlier. And I want you to keep going till you make a big mess." He rolled on his side. "It'll just make me wanna screw you even more." But I felt his cock in my crack again. And he began to pump his hips, up and down. His arms snaked around me, one went under my neck and across my chest to grip my shoulder. His other hand rested just above my groin. I could feel his abs flexing against my back - which I found sexy as hell, as he drove his hips against me. His breath was warm on my neck and face, and it started to come a little faster as he worked. My own penis was drooling like mad. The smell of him, the sensation of near penetration, and his body pressed against me ramped my arousal up to maximum. Our angle must have changed, because I felt the head of his cock enter me. My back stiffened and he instantly stopped. "Oh shit. Oh shit." He pulled his hips back and he slipped out. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant to do it." "It's okay." Something occurred to me and I said, "You know ... we're essentially using your semen for lube. It's already inside me now." He was very quiet as he thought about what I said, and then his hands began to rub my body. I writhed gently against him. Both of us struggled to control ourselves. I felt his dick press against me again. He finally spoke. "I need you to tell me to stop." His hands tightened on my shoulder and my hip. "I can stop, if you tell me to." The pressure at the ring of muscle in my ass began to increase. "Wayne ... just say it." His voice almost pleaded. "Wayne ..." I heard him breathing hard, trying to will himself to stop. Then he grunted - the sound one of pure animal lust. I felt him enter me again and I groaned. Daniel breathed heavily and he licked and bit the back of my neck. He stayed where he was for almost a minute, then he pushed his hips forward very slowly, and little by little his rod sank into my body. It was so fucking hot. I loved having him inside me. Nothing between us. It felt absolutely amazing. His hand moved from my hip to my dripping cock. He began to stroke me in time to his hips. I knew instantly that I was going to come in less than a minute. "Ah fuck." I gasped. "I'm gonna come fast." "Me too." He breathed into my ear. "I'm gonna come in you." "Do it." Logically I knew we shouldn't, but that part of my brain was decidedly on vacation. His hips picked up speed. His body was like a machine driving his piston of a cock in and out of me. He gasped, "Oh god. Oh Wayne." I tried to hold out but I couldn't. I grunted and shot semen up along my stomach and chest. I could feel it, wet and hot as it landed on my hairy skin. Daniel was right behind me. He pushed his hips forward hard and held the position for a moment. Inside me, I felt the first salvo of semen erupt from him, then he kept bucking. His dick fired half a dozen times, pacing his thrusts. Finally he stopped and lay there. We both panted, his cock was still hard and inside me. My front was streaked with my own semen. Daniel raised his head and whispered. "You were supposed to tell me to stop." He gently rubbed my hip and I felt his face move back and forth against my neck. "I ... couldn't stop myself. I needed you to tell me to." I whispered back. "I couldn't make myself tell you to stop." He kissed the back of my neck, and chill bumps rose on my skin. We disentangled ourselves and got up out of bed. Daniel took me in his arms, sticky and slimy as I was and held me tightly. "For what it's worth, I am a pretty safe guy." He said as we embraced. "I've never had unprotected sex with anybody but Jason. And we were both tested, and monogamous." I looked up at him. "I've never had unprotected sex at all." I smiled. "Well, till now." Daniel stared at me then shook his head. "God, I'm sorry. I should have stopped." "I had the chance to tell you to, and I didn't." I kissed him, then leaned back to look him in the eye. "Though, a little late to the party ... we SHOULD get tested." He nodded immediately. "Yeah. I agree. I'll make time to go to the clinic on Monday." I laughed. "It'll be easy for me. I work for the clinic." Daniel gave me a judgy look and I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah, I know better than to bareback. You just made it awful hard to say no." Maybe I should have been worried about unprotected sex with him. But I wasn't. And I'm still not. It all comes back to the fact that I trust him. If he thought he was going to put me at risk, I know he wouldn't have done it. So I let it happen. If I'm being honest I would do it again too. We both stripped the bed and tossed the sheets in the washer. I was glad to see he didn't leave our cummy bed linens for his poor housekeeper. Then we took care of ourselves in the bathroom. After our shower we were soon dressed. I was getting hungry, and looked at my phone. It was just after 9 AM. I walked with him out of the bedroom and down the hall. Something smelled delicious, and we sniffed our way down the hall to the kitchen. As soon as we rounded the doorway, "Hi Daniel!" A chipper voice said. A woman who looked to be in her late 20s with raven black hair, mocha colored skin, and incredible brown eyes held a spatula in one hand and the handle of a skillet in the other. There was a stack of five pancakes set aside, and she finished off the last one in the pan and added it to the plate. "Hi Martha." Daniel pushed me forward. "This is my boyfriend, Wayne." She smiled really big, dusted off her hands and stuck one out for me. "Boyfriend! I like the sound of that! Hey Wayne! Really good to meet you." I greeted her and shook her hand. She motioned at the table. "You guys both have a seat. I'll have breakfast done soon." She must have caught my look of concern at the pancakes. "Oh, don't worry. These are a high protein version. Fewer simple carbs. A lot more protein." She grinned. "My own recipe. You'll love em." I sat next to Daniel at the table. I felt his hand on my back and looked over. He leaned into me and I tilted to meet him. We kissed and he smiled. "I could get used to this." I kissed him again. "Get used to what?" Our heads were still together and his hand moved behind my head. His fingers twined gently into my hair. "Waking up to you." He said softly. "You know," we both jumped and Martha continued, "happy looks pretty good on you Daniel." She smiled at us both, and sat a steaming plate of scrambled eggs and the pancakes in front of us. "Hush, meddler." He laughed. I found out later that Martha had tried for a long time to get Daniel out and dating again. She winked at us then disappeared down the hallway. We dug into our food. Martha was right. The pancakes were delicious. Daniel only used a tiny amount of syrup with his - just enough to taste it. I followed his example, and found the cakes to be light, fluffy and moist enough to stand alone. After breakfast I stood to clean my plate. I don't know where she came from but Martha was there instantly. "Hey. Put that down." She hip-checked me away from the sink. "Daniel, this guy's trying to steal my job!" "Martha, no breaking my boyfriend." Daniel stood up and handed her his plate. I rubbed my hip. "Yeah. No breaking his boyfriend." I was surprised at how strong she is. She's not a big woman. And I am not a skinny guy. We chatted a little while she cleaned up. She was done fast. I noticed her movements were crisp and efficient with very little wasted motion. She draped the dish towel she used over her shoulder. "Daniel I'm going to head to my place. If you need me just ring." He nodded. She looked at me and smiled. "Really nice to meet you Wayne. I'll see you again, I'm sure." She headed down the hall, and I heard a door in the back of the house open and shut. "Wait." I pointed down the hall. "She lives behind the house?" Daniel looked sheepish. "Yeah." He rubbed his head. "There's a cottage back there ... and she lives there rent free as a part of her payment." I stifled a laugh. "So, not only do you have a housekeeper, but you have a LIVE IN housekeeper." I grinned at him and shook my head. "Wow." "Now who's judgy?!" He pushed at me playfully. We laughed and giggled like kids. But then his hands were on me, and our bodies were close. And before I knew it, we were holding one another again. We were pressed together, arms around each other, and swayed gently to some internal beat we both seemed to share. I reached up and pulled his head to me. We kissed, and our hands roamed slowly over each other. I was simply lost. For a while I forgot where I was. I didn't have any thought except how to keep this man in my arms kissing me, and holding me, and lov ... "Daniel." I breathed. My head was down, and my forehead was pressed against the top of his chest. "Yeah Wayne?" His hands ran up and down my spine from my neck to my lower back. And his body was warm against me. I licked my lips. "I know this is so early." I suddenly had an idiotic terror hit me and I struggled to keep talking. "I ... I want you to know," Daniel seemed to have stopped breathing. He pushed back a little and his vibrant green eyes stared at me. I kept my face down, unsure if I could look at him and get out what I needed to say. "I think that ..." I swallowed, "that ... that I love you." My eyes widened. I said it. I had never said those words to anyone apart from family. I felt his chest hitch in a strange movement and heard him take a sudden short breath. I looked up at him and his eyes started to overflow with tears. He frowned with emotion. "Damn it." He reached up and wiped his face, but they kept coming. "Damn it." "Hey, it's okay." I was about to lose my shit because he was crying. "Don't cry." I put my hand on his face and wiped away a tear with my thumb. "I don't expect you to say anything to me. I just wanted you to know. I needed you to know." He laughed and then he openly smiled at me, tears till falling. He put his hand over mine. "Wayne, I'm crazy about you man." He shook his head. "Like, fucking crazy." I looked him in the eyes and he stared back. "I know that I'm in love with you." He shrugged helplessly. "Early or not, I just am." We both smiled, and laughed. And I felt the overpowering need to just be with him. "Can we relax together today?" I rubbed my beard on his neck and I felt him shiver. "I know you had plans for us, but would it be okay to just hang out?" He squeezed me. "Well, my plans were all about us hanging out." I kissed under his jaw and inhaled his intoxicating scent. "I fired up my hot tub earlier. I'm sure it's up to temp now. I want to just laze around with you, all day." He kissed the top of my head and rubbed the back of my neck with his hand. "That sounds amazing." I let him hold me. It felt so good and right. We eventually made our way out to his back deck. The house is positioned so the deck is protected by the building. And there is a rustic, but well done bamboo screen around the other side of the tub. It is almost completely private. The tub is large enough for 6 strangers. And probably 8 if people wanted to get cozy. Like everything else in his home, it's a nice model, close to top of the line. My body still ached with a constant low grade soreness. And since I worked my back yesterday, that was a little more than low grade. We stripped naked out on his deck and lay our clothes and towels on one of the benches by the tub. I gingerly got into the hot water. "Oh man. This is just what the doctor ordered." I sank to my shoulders with an appreciative sigh. Daniel got in. I admired his tight body as he did. I honestly couldn't believe he was interested in me. He could have anybody he wanted ... and he seemed to have chosen me. I went to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist where he balanced, supported by the water in the middle of the tub. We began an unhurried make out session. I have never felt so complete, and happy, and ... home in my life. He pulled away from my kiss and smiled at me. We were still wrapped in each other's arms, and my legs still hugged his waist. "Okay. What are the three anatomical planes the body is divided into?" "What?" I frowned at him. "You're gonna make me study?" He laughed. "I promised I would. And you said you need to study this weekend." He forced a serious look on his face. "The three anatomical planes of the body are?" I giggled. "Thanks for helping me." He nodded, his expression still expectant. I sighed. "Transverse, Sagittal, and Frontal." He kissed me. "Correct." He grinned. "Abduction and Adduction occurs in which plane?" I groaned in mock protest. He quizzed me while I kissed, touched, and teased his body. The hot water kept us from actually getting off. We spent an hour, in and out of the tub. The last time he hauled himself out of the water to sit on the side I floated between his legs and played with his stiffening cock while his feet dangled in the water. I leaned forward and tentatively licked his shaft. "Ah." He wet his lips. "Uh, what are the two proteins ..." I put my mouth on his head and applied a little suction. "... the ... the two prot ..." I took his dick in my mouth, and I could taste a slightly sweet, earthy flavor. I realized it was his precome, and that flipped a switch in my brain. I wanted to make him come. "Ah ... shit." His hand found the back of my head and I started working on him, bobbing slowly up and down as far as I could go without gagging. "Watch your teeth." He said softly. "Wrap your lips over them." I did, and he sighed. Both hands were on my head now, gently resting there. They opened and closed in my wet hair. "Use one hand on my balls. Use the other on the shaft under your mou ... ah ... yeah, just like that. Fuck." Another taste of precome hit my tongue as I sucked and slid my hand up and down his shaft. "Damn, that feels really good Wayne." His hips moved under my mouth just slightly, as if he were unable to hold still. I found a rhythm, and soon the taste of precome was constant. He began to groan. "Ah god." His abs flexed and his whole body was sort of twitching. "Wayne ... I'm gonna get off." He took his hands off my head and gripped the side of the deck where he sat. "I mean it." I kept at it. I wanted to taste him. "Uhhhhnnnnnnn!" He shot and I continued to slide up and down on him. Daniel moaned, and his legs thrashed a little in the water. I let his load build in my mouth, and I counted five good spurts before he stopped. He breathed heavily as he leaned back on his hands. I pulled off him and swallowed. It wasn't sweet like his precome. It tasted a little alkaline, and a bit funky. I was surprised, but I liked it. I grinned at him as stared at me and caught his breath. "Wow." He shook his head. "You've turned into a real cock hound." He broke into a smile. I got up onto the deck with him on my knees and we made out. His hands found my balls and my dick and began to toy with them mercilessly. He pulled away. "Come on." We stood. He led me by the hand to the bedroom. Once there he pushed me onto the bed, face first. "Up on your knees." His tone brooked no argument, and I did as I was told. I looked back at him and watched as he put some massage oil on his hands. He knelt down, and he gripped my cock from behind me. My dick was so hard that it hurt. His hand started a tortuously slow hand job, and I moaned while on all fours. Then I felt his face in my ass. I inhaled. "What are ..." I gasped. "Ahhh ... ah god." He began to go to TOWN on my ass. His tongue pressed into my hole and his hand continued to stroke me. "Ffff ... fuck." My mouth hung open. I could feel his tongue work its way past my sphincter and it was inside me, hungrily moving around. His face and chin rubbed my ass and my peritoneum and it drove me crazy. There wasn't any way I could last long. It was intense, pure pleasure. I couldn't even tell him I was about to come. Instead some deep, guttural animal sound came out of me, and I shot a messy spray of semen over the newly cleaned bedding. He milked my cock until it stopped, and I rolled onto the bed, just to the side of the new mess I made. He climbed next to me, one leg draped over mine, and his half awake cock pressed against my ribcage. He rubbed my face with one hand and gazed into my eyes. "I love the noises you make." He said softly. "You make me want to do things to you, just so I can hear them." I smiled. "Well, I'm glad you like them. Because I can't help it." I shook my head. "I can't believe how awesome that felt." I pulled him to me and kissed him. He tasted a little funky, and a little like chlorine. But I didn't care. "I really do love you." "Me too." He lay with me, and we even dozed off for a half hour or so. I woke up and he was still asleep. His brown hair had mostly dried, and his head was on my chest. I lay on my back, and the rest of his body was curled against me with one arm over my belly. I was getting hungry, so I knew he'd wake soon. I rubbed his head and neck. Again, I saw goosebumps over his skin and I smiled. He stirred. "Mmmmm ...." He squeezed me a little. "I really like waking up to you." He planted a kiss on my neck. I answered only with a sigh, more content than I have ever been. My body was relaxed, tingly and warm. The only thing it needed now was food. My stomach growled at that moment, and Daniel raised his head to look at me. "It's about that time eh?" I grinned and nodded. "Yeah, nobody feeds me around here." He snorted and rolled off the bed to his feet. He reached down and pulled me up. "Come on then. Let's get on some clothes and see if Martha has left anything for us." She had. There was a slow cooker bubbling away on the counter. She must have set it up this morning, but I hadn't noticed. Now there were delicious smells coming from inside. Daniel had me sit at the table, and he searched in the fridge. He found some additional parts of the meal and set them out. He got plates, silverware, and a napkin for each of us. He scraped brown rice out of a rice cooker, and put a generous portion on the center of each plate. Then he put a large spoonful of what looked to be coleslaw in the middle of the rice. Finally, he took tongs and grabbed a pile of some sort of dripping, shredded meat out of the slow cooker. That was piled on top of the slaw on each plate. He sat my plate in front of me. I realized the meat was chicken in some sort of green sauce. It smelled amazing. I dug in. I was surprised to find out the slaw was actually made of apples, carrots, and red cabbage. It looked to be tossed in a yogurt based sauce, and was both sweet and tangy. I looked at him, my mouth full, and stuck my thumb up in a sign of approval. He grinned and started eating. We ate in near silence. We were both hungry, and the food was very good. I THOUGHT I could cook. But after tasting the things Martha can do, I began to doubt my skills. I have to get her to teach me some of these recipes. Once we finished Daniel made me leave the plate and other dishes on the table. That felt so strange, but I didn't want to upset Martha. My martial arts training has taught me to recognize certain attributes in people. And I get the distinct impression that little lady is far more than she appears. I am curious if she'd ever want to spar. I saw there was gear for it in Daniel's gym. I filed that away as a question for later. I told Daniel I would like to read a little and take some notes on my study material. He led me into the living room, and there is a comfortable chair where I parked myself. I'm in it now, actually. After I sat he kissed me. "I'm going to go check my forum. Get caught up on some of my distance work. I'll be in the media room if you need anything, okay?" I nodded, gave him another kiss, and he disappeared into his office. I'm still here, doing my journal entry. He's been in there a while, so I'm about to go check on him. Wow. What a day. I just have to say ... I love my life right now. Daniel - Part 3 09 December 2017, Saturday 2:45 PM Daniel's Place - Media Room I stared at the screen and swallowed. On my Facebook account I had been tagged in a photo. There we were. A candle burned on the table, and we both leaned toward one another. Wayne was saying something, and I stared at him with what is unmistakably rapt interest. And our fingers were laced together as our hands rested on the table halfway between us. It was a positive caption. "Finally! We get to see men in the county, publicly displaying affection for each other!" The picture was public on someone's account I didn't know. It had over 300 reactions of various sorts. Most positive. But quite a few "angry" faces too. It was seen by a friend of a friend who reposted it. Then it was seen by a friend. That's when I was tagged. I had dozens of new private messages from various friends. I didn't want to deal with that just now. The cursor rested over the "untag" option. My finger hovered just above the left mouse button. Fear twisted its way through me. Then, just like in the restaurant, I felt anger follow closely behind. It was actually more than that. It was a deep, seething rage. That I should feel like I have to censor my life. That I should simply expect to erase any trace of Wayne. That I should bow. More importantly ... that I should expect Wayne to live in a closet with me. "Fuck that." I whispered to the computer screen. I went to my profile. I found what I was looking for. Relationship Status: In a relationship with Wayne Hawkins - Pending approval from Wayne Hawkins. I sat back in my seat. I have a feeling the next few days will not be boring.