Love Makes All Things Beautiful By mike loggerman Chatterman36@aol.com
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I started having sex with Older Men when I was 20. I'm a chubby guy, and I got tired of being snubbed by guys my age. I wasn't a virgin. A high school friend used to fuck me after school.
I was at the community pool one evening before closing. I was in the shower when an older guy, probably in his mid 60s, came in and slowly showered. It was obvious that we were watching each other. I was admiring his long soft cock, big balls, and wide gray bush. He tugged on it as I watched, and I said I liked his cock. He smiled and asked if I wanted to come to his apartment and enjoy it. I said I would love to. We dried off and got dressed and I met him in the parking lot. His name was Jack.
We got in his car and he felt my thigh as he drove. He took a viagra as soon as we got to his place. We got undressed and he sucked my man tits and stroked my cock. I tugged on his soft cock and it started getting hard. I sucked his cock while I played with his balls. He asked if I liked being fucked. I told him I had only been fucked by one other guy, but I liked it. He told me to bend over his desk. He felt my ass cheeks and fingered my ass. He lubed his cock and thrust it inside me. I moaned as he fucked me and I enjoyed it. He pounded me hard and said he was going to cum. He shot his load inside me and pulled out. As we got dressed, I gave him my number and told him he could call me when he wanted to do it again. He took me back to the pool and left.
We started meeting every few days. I didn't care if he was older. I loved his hairy cock inside me.
One afternoon, we were laying in bed after he had fucked me, and Jack asked if I'd like to have sex with a friend of his. I said I would, so he gave his friend my number.
That night, I got a call from Johnny. We decided to meet at a park at 9am. Johnny wore shorts and a tee shirt. He looked older than Jack, but his legs were pretty hairy, and it looked like his chest was as well. He asked if I was Jack's friend. I said I was. He said he was looking forward to being with me. I got in his car, and we drove to his house. We didn't talk much on the way, but I rubbed his hairy thigh as he drove.
He led me to his bedroom and we undressed. I felt his hairy chest and stroked his cock, which was around seven inches and thick. It was also very hard. He had a dark bush and i felt it as I sucked his low hanging balls. He felt my smooth body and sucked my tits. I sucked his cock. I spread my legs wide and he got between them and thrust his hard cock inside me. He squeezed my tits as he pounded me. He thrust his cock hard in me and shot his load. Johnny sucked my tits as we lay in bed. He thanked me. I said I enjoyed it a lot. He said he could fuck me a lot, and he doesn't need to take a pill. He continued to suck my tits and play with my armpits. His cock was hard again and he slid it inside me. I moaned as he slowly pounded me. He said he loved being inside me. He stroked my cock as he moved in and out of me. I thought how hot it was being fucked by a guy old enough to be my grandfather. I shot my load as he cummed in me. He said he was available every day. We got dressed and he drove me back to the park. I asked if we could do it again tomorrow. He smiled and said same place, same time tomorrow.
I enjoyed meeting Johnny every day. He loved feeling my body and sucking my tits, and I loved his body hair and feeling his hard cock inside me. He called me his girlfriend and said I was the best girlfriend he ever had. I asked why, and he said I didn't want anything from him, and I was always eager to be fucked. Sometimes he had me come in the evening and stay overnight.
I was still meeting with Jack. I usually was with him in the afternoons. They were older men, and no one was interested in having sex with them. I loved sucking their cocks and letting them fuck me. Jack wasn't advertising me as a slut, he had just confided in his friend that he met a young guy who let him fuck him.
One afternoon, I was sucking Jack's cock, and he asked if I would be interested in being with another friend of his. I said I would. He said the guy was black if that matters to me. I said it would be fine.
Later that afternoon I got a call from Al. He said Jack spoke very highly of me and thought we could have a good time. We agreed to meet, and I waited on a street corner while he pulled up and said he was Al. I got in his car and we drove to his old house on the other side of town.
Al had medium dark skin, and his hair was silver. He asked what I was thinking. I said I was wondering if the hair around his cock was as silver as the hair on his head. He laughed and said I'd be finding out. He was a very friendly guy, and asked if I liked black cock. I said his would be my first. He said he was going to love being with me.
When we got in the house he tongue kissed me as he undressed me. He sucked my tits and played with my balls and said I was beautiful. He got undressed. I ran my hands along his smooth thin torso. His cock was hard, about seven and a half inches, surrounded by a silver bush. I sucked his hard cock. He stood me up and led me to the bedroom. We took a long time feeling each other, enjoying our bodies. He got between my legs and thrust his hard cock inside me. He sucked my tits as he fucked me and said how good I felt. I moaned as he slowly pounded me. I groaned and told him I was going to cum. He kept pounding me slowly and said to just let it happen. I lay back as every thrust sent me closer to the edge. I started to moan and my cock erupted on us both. My ass clenched around his cock and I felt him unloading inside me. He kissed me as his cock softened and flopped out of me. He held me and asked how I liked being fucked by a black man. I said I didn't know about black men, but I loved being fucked by him. He held me tightly and said, "I love fucking you too baby." We lay in bed feeling each other and he asked if I would let him fuck me again sometime. I said he could have me as much as he wanted.
It was a Friday and I stayed the weekend. I didn't get dressed until I went home. We showered together and licked and felt each other everywhere. We fucked like we were on our honeymoon.
I left on Monday because I had to start applying for a job, mostly fast food. Al said I should apply for a job as his caregiver. I said I wasn't trained as a caregiver. He said he had a friend in the office. He called me back later in the day, and said he got me a job as his live in caregiver if I wanted it. It paid more than fast food, gave me a place to live, and I'd get to enjoy Al.
I lived there about six months. Al broke his hip and was in the hospital. While he was hospitalized, Al's son came in to see him. His son was short and a bit chubby, about 45. His name was Ken.
After we talked a while, he came out and asked me if I was messing around with his dad. I asked what he was talking about. He said the old man was horny and would fuck man or woman. I looked down and said it made him happy. He put his hand on my shoulder and said it's OK. He understands. He likes to fuck men too. He started rubbing my shoulder and said I must be horny with Dad in the hospital and no one to fuck me. I said I was. He stood up behind me and massaged my shoulders. He took off my shirt and felt my smooth skin. He felt my tits and said his dad is a lucky man. I stood up and faced him. He sucked my tits and got my nipples hard. He slid down my shorts and felt my hard cock and stroked it. He took off his shirt and I felt his chest and sucked his nipples. He dropped his pants and boxers and I felt his hard, thick cock. I lay back on the bed and he got between my legs. He spit on his cock and thrust it inside me. He kissed me as he moved in and out of me. He asked if that feels better. I groaned as he pounded me. I loved feeling his body against me and he loved my tits. He pounded me harder and faster, and shot a huge load inside me. He kept kissing me and said he can see that I took good care of his dad. He stayed all week, and fucked me several times a day. Al slipped into a coma, and two days later, he was gone.
Ken stayed around for a couple of weeks to get the place in order to sell. I stayed and cooked for us and to be available for Ken. I loved his body against mine, and loved feeling him inside me. He was old enough to be my father.
I started looking for a job and a place to live. Ken lived two hours away, and said he had recently divorced, and he could use someone who would cook and clean and be there for him. He said he couldn't pay me, he could take care of my needs if I took care of his. I moved in with him, and shared his house and his bed. He didn't just use me. He was attentive to my needs.
After about a year, Ken started seeing a woman, and said I would need to leave for a while until he saw how things worked out.
I called Jack. He was happy to hear from me but said over the past year, he was having physical problems and couldn't get it up anymore. He said I could stay until I found another place. I was glad, and while he had gone downhill, I still massaged him and sucked him. He wanted to help me, and called a friend.
He told me Roger was a middle aged guy I might like. He was single, a little chunky, and very hairy. He said he had a kind personality, but was a pretty ugly guy by most standards. He wasn't sure how hung he was, but he knew Roger had never been with a woman, so there was a good chance he might be interested. I said I would be interested in meeting him.
Jack called Roger, and said he had a friend who could use a place to stay. He said I was good to cooking and keeping house and was open to other things. Roger said he couldn't afford to pay someone. Jack told him I would do it in exchange for staying there. Roger had a one bedroom apartment and said it sounded good, but where was "he" supposed to sleep. Jack lost his temper and said, "with you, you idiot." There was quiet on the other end of the phone. He said he would be right over to meet me.
Roger was everything Jack said he would be. He was short, dark haired, about 45. He seemed to be hairy, and he really was ugly. We sat and talked a while. Roger worked as a warehouse foreman, yet he was gentle and quiet. He lived on fast food and microwave dinners. He had a strong natural scent. He looked me over like I was a slab of meat. He asked if I wouldn't mind sharing his bed with him. He seemed surprised when I said I'd like it very much.
I went home with Roger and he showed me around. The apartment was a mess, and I said I'd clean it in the morning. We went to the bedroom and he took off his shirt. His chest was hairy, and he had slight manboob mounds. I started to get excited. I took off my shirt and he stared at my smooth chest and sizeable manboobs. I asked if anything was wrong. He said they are so beautiful. I said they are his to use and enjoy. We felt each other's chests. I told him how horny a hairy guy makes me. I lifted his arm and sniffed and licked his hairy pits. He sucked my nipples as we fumbled to undress eachother. He had a dark, wide bush and a thick cock, about eight inches. We lay on the bed and sucked each other's cocks. He asked if I minded sharing the bed. I snuggled up to him and said I was sharing myself with him. He said that was for room and board. I said no, it was because I was attracted to him. Ugly people dont believe you when you compliment them. I tongue kissed him hard and he rolled on top of me and tongue kissed me back. His hard cock was pressing against my crotch and I begged him to fuck me. He spit on his cock and lifted my legs on his shoulders and thrust his hard cock inside me. We groaned as he pounded me. He said how good it felt and squeezed my tits as he thrust his big cock in and out of me. My cock was hard and dripping. I said I was going to cum. He kept thrusting and I shot my load. My ass clamped around his cock and he shot his load inside me. He kissed me and said it was great. He held me and played with my nipples as we fell asleep. He got up early, and he had morning wood. I asked him to fuck me again before he left for work. He fucked me hard and fast while he played with my tits. He shot his load in me and kissed me. He took a quick shower, got dressed and left.
I spent the day doing laundry, and cleaning the house. Roger got home about 5pm, and he said whoa. The house was spotless, laundry put away, and dinner was baking. I made meatloaf. I had taken a shower and was laying on the bed which had freshly cleaned sheets. Roger threw his dirty clothes in the hamper and took a shower. I lay there exhausted. Roger put dinner on the table and I got dressed and came out. He kissed me and said I was a miracle worker. He really was kind and gentle. I don't think anyone ever showed him love or affection.
After dinner, we watched TV in the livingroom. When we went to bed we kissed and he held me. He got between my legs and sucked my cock. He said to just relax. I shot my load in his mouth. He held me and caressed my body. I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He said I was tired, and there was plenty of time for that tomorrow.
We settled into a routine, and were always doing things to please eachother. I stopped seeing him as an ugly guy, and instead saw a beautiful man. Roger took me to movies and to dinner. When he kissed me, I felt like I'd melt in his hands. He took the lead, and had the confidence of a man that knew I genuinely desired him.
I loved when he came home. He undressed me as he kissed me. He sucked my tits while he felt my cock and balls. I undressed him and felt his hairy body and sucked his cock. I kissed him and told him I need my hot stud. I lay back on the bed and he thrust his hard cock inside me as he played with my tits and fucked me. He kissed me and said he loved me. I said I'm the luckiest guy alive. I wrapped my legs around his, enjoying the feeling of his body against mine. He thrust hard as he shot his load inside me. He kept his hard cock inside me. He said he knew he was old enough to be my father, but he loved me and asked me to marry him. I kissed him and said I would love to. He opened his night table drawer and handed me a small box. It was a men's diamond ring.
Roger had always been quiet about our relationship, but when I said I'd marry him, he told his coworkers at work. They congratulated him, and joked around about which one of us was the bride. Roger blushed. We invited Jack, and even though he was pretty sick, he came. We planned a small wedding with just a few friends. We spoke to a gay friendly church pastor who agreed to do the wedding. He took the liberty with our permission, to invite gay couples from the congregation.
We were surprised when 10 gay couples from the congregation showed up. We had always felt alone, but realized there were people around us who cared all along.
We went to a beach resort for our honeymoon. We relaxed and had a good time. We kept to ourselves and made love
When we got home, I told Roger I wanted us to visit the church where we got married. He agreed, and we were warmly welcomed by the other gay couples. I referred to myself as Roger's wife. One of the guys corrected me and said technically we were both husband's. I said thanks, and we confined the wife title to our house.
When we got home, i discussed it with Roger. I told him In every way, Roger was the husband. He was the breadwinner, he had the hairy body, big cock and was the top. I cooked and cleaned, I had the smooth body, tits and pussy. I wasn't a wife, I was Roger's wife. Roger put his arms around me and kissed me. He started undressing me as we kissed, and said he loves his wife and is going to fuck his wife right now. He felt me all over and lay me on the bed. He stripped off his clothes and lay beside me. I got between his legs and sucked his sweaty balls one at a time. He sucked my big nipples and made them hard. He thrust his big cock inside me and I was lost in passion. He grunted as he pounded me. We shot our loads together. We lay in bed caressing each other. Roger said if going to church was going to get me that worked up, we could go every week.
We were two lonely people who found eachother. We were happy.
A week later, we got a call from the hospital. Jack had passed away. There were only a handful of people at the funeral. I was grieved. He was the only friend I had, and he had played such an important role in my life. I felt a great sense of loss. His lawyer contacted us. Jack left us his house. I cried.
We moved into the house that week. We kept a few things of Jack's, but got rid of the junk he accumulated. We didn't have that much, but moved in what we had.
Our first night in our new house was exciting. Roger undressed me and fingered my ass. I undressed Roger and sucked his balls and ate his hairy ass. I sat up in the bed and had him lie his head in my lap while I played with his hairy pits. He sucked my cock while he played with my nipples. I got on top of him and lowered myself onto his hard cock. He stroked my cock as I rode him. He thrust his cock deep inside me and shot his load he kept stroking me and I shot my load.
A week later, we were settled in and we're getting ready for a church dinner. We sat with two other gay couples. One guy said to me that Roger and I were the most beautiful couple here. I looked at him like he was crazy. He just said, you guys are so in love, it's absolutely beautiful.