Finding My Love By mike loggerman Chatterman36@aol.com
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I grew up in a house full of women. I didn't mind it, but from an early age, I was attracted to men. I love cocks and hairy body parts. I love masculine smells. Because I grew up in a house full of women, I had some feminine affectation and people assumed I was gay. My body is mostly smooth, and I am a little pudgy, with boy tits.
That in itself wasn't a bad thing. It saved me the trouble of "coming out". Guys who didn't like gays, stayed away, and guys who were willing to play, invited me to hang out with them.
When I was 12, an older boy let me feel his hairy pits and pubes if I sucked his cock. I got my first taste of cum, and loved it. I sucked him and his brother through high school.
When I turned 18, I had just graduated from High school. I was looking for a summer job, and saw Mr. Kay, my English teacher at a store. He was very friendly and asked about my summer plans. He was wearing shorts and a tank top. He said I graduated and could call him Don. Don was a very hairy guy, and seeing his hairy legs and armpits excited me. He asked if I wanted to come to his apartment for lunch. I said I would love to and got in his car with him. As we drove, I said I never had been to a teacher's house. He said when I was a student, it would have been wrong, but now I was an adult and it was ok.
Don was about 28, and had been teaching for several years. When we got to his apartment, he told me to make myself comfortable while he made lunch. I sat on the couch and looked at the dark hair on his legs and chest. He sat down beside me on the couch and put his arm around me. I liked the feel of his hairy legs against mine, and his masculine scent. He started feeling my smooth thighs and my cock got hard. He started kissing me passionately and slid his hand up my shirt and felt my tits. We kept kissing as he undressed me. He let me undress him and feel his hairy body. He asked if I ever had anyone make love to me. I said I had just sucked cock.
His cock was big and thick and hairy, and I wanted it. He said we would definitely suck, but he would love to make love to me. I said I would love him to be my first. He led me to his bedroom and we lay on the bed in a 69 position, sucking each other's cocks and feeling each other. He got some lube out of the drawer and slowly slid his finger inside my ass. It felt really good. He added a second finger and then a third as he stretched my hole. He lubed his cock and pressed it against my hole. I felt his cock sliding inside me. I groaned as he moved in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his and felt his hairy chest as he slowly pounded me. He sucked my nipples and said I was hot. He started thrusting hard and fast and shot his load inside me.
He lay beside me and asked if I liked it. I shot my load without touching myself and he licked it off me and said I must have liked it. He said he loved being inside me and would love to do it again sometime. He kissed me and said I could stay a while and we could do it again.
He said he loved my smooth body and was glad we could be together. I said he excited me and was glad he was the first guy to fuck me. I licked his pits and nipples and sucked his cock. He pulled my legs on his shoulders and slid his cock inside me again. I moaned softly as I enjoyed his cock filling me. He kissed me and kept thrusting up inside me, and shot his load.
Don said he was teaching summer school in the mornings, but was free after 1pm. I said I didn't have a job, so I was free as long as he wanted. We got dressed and he drove me home.
Don picked me up every day and I spent the afternoons with him. Sometimes on weekends, I slept over. I couldn't get enough of him. He loostened my ass considerably, and he was able to slide inside me easily. After the summer, he went back to teaching, and I started attending a local college.
I was pretty shy at school. I missed Don's hairy body. It was a commuter campus, so there was no campus life. I was in the library one day, and saw a guy from one of my classes. He was a skinny black guy wearing glasses. He said his and I went over to talk to him. We talked about our classes and seemed to hit it off. His name was John.
John asked if I wanted to hang out at his place, so I went home with him. We sat on his bed and listened to music. He pressed his lips to mine and slid his tongue in my mouth. He took off my clothes as we kissed and enjoyed him feeling me. He got undressed and I felt his body while I sucked his cock. John got between my legs and thrust his big cock inside me. I wrapped my legs around his and enjoyed him fucking me. He sucked my nipples as he pounded me. I told him I was going to cum and he thrust his cock deep inside me. I felt his cum shooting inside me as I shot my load. He kept his hard cock inside me and asked if I had a boyfriend. I said no. He said I had one now.
John asked me to move in with him but I said I couldn't afford the rent. John was on a scholarship, and said he didn't care about rent, he just wanted to be with me.
I moved in and enjoyed John's big cock inside me several times a day. What Iliked about John was that even though he was a total nerd, when it came to sex, he was amazing. I loved feeling his big, thick cock inside me, and I was excited by our racial difference. My skin is very white, and his is very dark. We found a large old mirror someone put in the trash, and set it up so we could watch ourselves as we fucked.
As the semester wore on, we figured out what each other liked. John loved my smooth body and large manboobs. My nipples are on the large side, and he loved playing with my tits and sucking them. I often went shirtless in the house for him. I really love body hair. John stopped trimming his, and his bush got long and full. He also grew a beard and let his pits get hairy. He was a perfect boyfriend and I never got tired of him.
My family knew I was gay, and they liked John when I brought him home. I wish I could say the same for John's family. They didn't care that he was gay, but they weren't thrilled that I was white. They were polite, but not warm.
When we got home from our visit, John kissed me as he removed my clothes and got undressed. He ate my ass and slid his cock inside me. I groaned as he pounded me and played with my nipples. I played with his hairy pits as he got all eight inches inside me. My cock was hard and dripping. He thrust his cock deep inside me as he filled my ass with his seed. He kissed me and said he was all the approval I needed.
That John loved my being white was an understatement. The only body hair I had was my armpit hair and pubes, both of which are golden blond. He loved to undress me an act of possessing me. He spent a long time running his fingers through my pits and then with my pubes. It culminated in his thrusting his big thick black cock inside me. I loved being his, and he loved that I freely gave myself to him. He always looked like he was conquering me. We were the perfect match. He loved conquering me, and I loved being conquered. It really wasn't about color, but color was a nice perk.
By the time we were finishing college, John was graduating with honors in Engineering. I also was graduating in Engineering. We were looking at job offers. John went home for a family visit. He didn't come home. I was worried. I got a call from John's mom. John was killed in a drive by shooting. It was on the news.
I graduated, and took a job in another state. I did my work, but I was lonely, and I hadn't gotten over John. I wrote to Don, my high school teacher, and told him what happened. He was very sympathetic, but wasn't much comfort.
Two years later, I was on a business trip in South America, and was working in the field. I became friendly with another engineer on the project. His name was Jeff. Jeff had also recently graduated and was a sharp guy. He was short, maybe 5'6, and pencil thin. He had a full beard, and a hairy chest judging from the hair showing from his open shirt. He was nice looking but he was no movie star. After work one evening, he asked if I wanted to grab something to eat. I hate eating alone, and welcomed the company.
Over dinner, he told me about his background, that he was an orphan, and worked hard in school and loved his work. I figured I'd shake him up a little, and told him I'm gay. he laughed and said he knew that. He said he was too. we talked most of the night. I learned he only dated three guys his whole life. He didn't believe in having sex with people he wasn't serious about. We went back to our hotel rooms to get some sleep.
Jeff was the first guy who wanted to be my friend who wasn't looking to use me for sex. I really enjoyed spending time with him. I was more than a little curious about what he looked like naked, but I didnt want to ruin the friendship. We got together again for dinner. We talked about the work project and then about ourselves. He asked what I found attractive in a man. I said I liked someone who would be a friend and not just a sex partner. He smiled and asked what I liked physically. I blushed a bit and said I had a thing for body hair. I told him hairy armpitsand pubes really excite me, and a hairy chest sends me over the edge. He laughed and said most guys like a big cock. I said I liked that too, but I was more interested in who it was attached to.
I asked Jeff what he liked. He said he didn't care about cock size either, mostly because he is a top. He's more attracted to a smooth body with some meat on the bones. He also liked men who are soft spoken.
We walked back to the hotel. I was so attracted to Jeff but was afraid he wouldn't be interested. When we got to his room, I was about to say goodnight, when he held me and kissed me passionately. He asked if I wanted to come in and see his armpits.
We got inside and locked the door. Jeff undressed me as he kissed me. He ran his hands all over my smooth body and sucked my tits. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my fingertips through his hairy chest and armpits. He took off his pants and boxers and I drooled at his huge thick hairy cock. I sucked his cock. He lay me on the bed got between my legs and licked my hole. He slowly worked his cock inside me. He kissed me tenderly as he thrust his full eight inches inside me. He was really happy that I was able to handle a cock his size inside me. I played with his pits and he sucked my tits as he pounded me. I reached around and felt his hairy ass. He shot a huge load inside me. I shot my load as he cummed in me. He lay beside me and I snuggled into his armpit.
In the morning, being Saturday, we slept late. He woke to me feeling his hairy body. He said he loved my curves and massaged me. He had morning wood and I told him not to waste it. He turned me on my side and slid his cock inside me. It only took him a few minutes to cum. We showered and got dressed, and went to breakfast. I told him I didn't want to rush things, but he was my ideal guy. He smiled and said the minute he entered me, he felt I was the guy he was looking for.
He was a typical engineer. He was matter of factual and got to the point. No games. We switched rooms so we could have adjoining rooms. He put in paperwork with the company asking to be transferred to my office.
Jeff was an extremely horny guy, and once we knew how we felt about each other, we couldn't get enough of each other. During the week, we fucked at least twice a day, and on the weekends, we had all night love making sessions. I never felt so loved and desired in my life. We went for long walks on the beach holding hands, and ate in good restaurants. He loved my curvy body as much as I loved his lanky hairy body.
After we got home from South America, Jeff moved in with me. He said he didn't just want to live with me, he wanted to marry me. There was a gay church in the next town, so we got married there. They actually had a large gay community there, and they encouraged us to join them. We talked about it, but we decided to wait until we were ready to buy a house, so they would have to settle for an occasional visit.
Jeff loved exciting me. He liked walking around in his boxers, lying back on the couch, showing me his hairy pits, knowing that I couldn't resist him. I was a pushover for him. I loved being naked for him. Jeff couldn't resist feeling me and sucking my tits and my cock. John was always establishing dominance, but Jeff expressed affection. Instead of surrendering myself, I was sharing myself.
Jeff was on the couch watching a movie. I massaged his hairy thighs while he watched the movie. His hard cock started to peek out the top of his boxers. I licked the head of his cock while I slid off the boxers. I sucked his balls, one at a time, and breathed in his strong crotch scent. I sucked his cock and got on top of him. As I lowered myself onto his cock, the movie ended. Jeff started playing with my tits and thrust his cock up into me. He said, "Hi honey, when did you get here?" He put his hands behind his head so I could play with his pits while I moved up and down his hard shaft. I rode him hard and he had me get off him. He sucked my tits as he ran his fingers through my pits. He held my hips as he sucked my cock. He loved my golden blond bush. He played with my balls as he sucked me. I started to tremble and my cock throbbed on his tongue as I shot my load in his mouth. He thrust his cock inside me again and fucked me slowly as he rubbed his body against mine. I felt his cum shooting inside me.
Jeff kissed me and said he loved me. I said I didn't think it was possible to love someone as much as I loved him.
A year passed and Jeff and I worked really well as a team. The company decided to make an exception and let us work and travel together. They saved money on hotel expenses that way.
When we got back from our trip, we received a sizeable bonus. We agreed to put it down on a house. We drove around the area where the gay church was, which had a growing gay community. The section of town was called " The Village," and was undergoing a radical transformation as gay people bought old homes and fixed them up.
A realtor who went to the church showed us around, but we didn't see anything we liked. We passed an area that had some olfactory brownstone homes. There was one that had been renovated, but they were asking too much for it. I told Jeff I liked it, and Jeff did too. He told the realtor to make a low ball offer on it. The realtor said they would never accept it. The owner came back with a message, saying it cost him more than that for the purchase and renovations, and told us what it cost. It was $5000.00 more than our offer. The realtor said he wouldn't be making a profit with that offer. Jeff said he wasn't interested in the guy's profit. He said maybe he would like to get his money out of it and break even. He submitted an offer of $6000.00 more. The owner came back saying if we raised it enough to cover the Realtors fee, he could at least break even. Jeff wanted him to split the fee with us, but I really wanted the place, so Jeff agreed. A month later, we moved in.
We started attending the Village Church and joined their couples fellowship. They were nice group of people, different ages, a few lesbian couples, and even two straight couples. The move for us was a good thing, because we didn't feel so alone, and everyone in the group was mutually supportive. There was a lot of socializing, but not sexually like in the singles group. Pastor Jim said the couples were the backbone of the community.
Pastor Jim and his husband Al invited us for dinner after church one Sunday. Jim and Al were in their 30s, and were an interracial couple. Al was black and good looking. Jim told us that they have gotten more discrimination for being interracial than for being gay, even in the gay community. I told him my college boyfriend was black. Al asked why we broke up. I said in a sad tone, that he was killed in a drive by shooting. It was two years before I saw anyone else, and then I met Jeff.
It had started getting dark, and pastor Jim asked if we would like to get into their hot tub with them. I said we didn't have bathing suits with us. Jim laughed and said we don't use them here. Jeff and I looked at each other and gave that Ok with me if it's OK with you look. We went to the deck and undressed. Pastor Jim had a big cock and dense bush. Al had an average size cock and very bushy pubes. We were all checking each other out. We slipped into the tub, and Jeff put his arm around me. Jeff said he never thought he'd be sitting naked with our pastor and his husband. Jim laughed and said almost all the couples in the church had been in the hot tub with them. Jeff said it's nice, but we don't mess around with anyone but each other. Al said they don't either, but some couples did, and it created problems for them. Being naked together can build friendships though. We spent the rest of the evening chatting and sharing our lives.
When we got home, Jeff asked if I liked seeing Pastor Jim and Al naked. I said I did. I said Jim has a really hot looking bush, and his cock must be as big as Jeff's. He said Al was well put together too. I asked if he was tempted to have sex with them. Jeff slid down my shorts and started playing with my pubes and balls. He said it only made him hornier for me. He sucked my cock as he played with my nipples. He took off my shirt and lay me on the bed. He dropped his pants and slid his cock inside me while he took off his shirt. As he fucked me, he said if everyone in church was naked with us, I'd still be the one he wants to fuck. He licked my armpits as he pounded me. I groaned as I shot my load. He kept pounding me and unloaded inside me.
As we lay in bed snuggling, he licked my cum off me and played with my armpit hair. He said he loved me and I'm his only guy. He said it's natural to be excited seeing other guys naked, but it doesn't mean we have to have sex with them. I told him I really was excited by them, but my urge was to have sex with Jeff, not them. We cuddled together and fell asleep.
As we became friends with more couples, we slipped into more hot tubs with our friends. We even declined a few offers of sex. I thought it would make us unpopular, but it had the reverse effect. People in general, had a high opinion of us, and we had one of the more stable marriages in the community. We were asked to lead the couples group, which involved some couple counseling from time to time, mostly with younger couples.
We eventually were made senior supervising engineers, and didn't travel as much anymore. Our lives were good, and even as we got old, our love kept us young.