Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2016 21:51:33 -0400
From: Mike Loggerman <chatterman36@aol.com>
Subject: Finding My Love

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.