Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 07:37:17 -0400 From: Mike Loggerman Subject: Mikey's Story Mikey's story by mike loggerman as always, support Nifty... . http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html My name is Mikey. I'm blond, smooth, and gay. I first realized I was gay when I hit puberty. I was more interested in guys than girls. I had a lot of friends, and even thought I wasn't the smartest guy, everyone seemed to like me. When I'd watch porn with my friends, I was more interested in watching the guys cocks than the girls tits in the videos. I didn't say anything to anyone because I didn't know how they would react. The first guy I did anything with was my babysitter when I was 12. He was a 17 year old guy who stayed with me while my mom went out. He had a scraggly beard, and hairy legs. I asked how old he was when he started getting hairy. He said about 15. I proudly told him I was getting pubes. He said he had never seen blond pubes, and asked if he could see them. I told him I'd show him, if I could see his. He said as long as I didn't tell anyone we did this. We got undressed, and we were both rock hard. His cock was a thick seven inches, surrounded by a very dense bush. Mine was only four inches, but my pubes were cool. He started stroking my cock and feeling my pubes. I felt his cock and could barely get my hand around it. He asked if I could make sperm yet, and I told him I could. He asked if I ever tasted my sperm and I said I did and liked it. He said he liked how his tasted, and asked if he could taste mine. I said OK, and he said I could taste his if I wanted. He pulled me closer to him, and he started sucking my cock. His warm mouth on my cock felt amazing, and he played with my balls as he sucked me. It didn't take me long to shoot my load in his mouth. He said it tasted great. It was my turn to suck him. I licked the head of his cock, and took it in my mouth. I tried getting it all in, but I gagged on it. I moved up and down his shaft. I liked the feel of it, and the taste. He started shooting a large load into my mouth. I liked the taste and swallowed it. As we got dressed, I asked Chad if we could suck some other time. He said anytime I wanted. We sucked each other every time he watched me. When I was 16, I decided to come out that I was gay. Word spread around school, and some of the guys started asking if I was giving blow jobs, but I pretty much told them no. I wasn't interested in being the school gay slut. Some people kept their distance from me, but I was the same guy they liked the day before I said anything, and eventually, people accepted me knowing I wasn't weird or out to suck every cock in school. My guidance counselor, Mr. Dean, advised me to just act normal and be myself, and have some self respect, and thats exactly what I did. There were a few other gay kids that were out, but they acted very feminine, and it put other kids off. I didn't hang out with them because I wasn't into the gay "scene." I just wanted to be myself. One day in the locker room, the guys were joking around. One guy asked if I wanted to suck his cock. I told him I'd rather fuck him. He turned red and walked away. Everyone laughed. I told him not to worry, he wasn't my type. No one bothered me after that. There were guys who seemed interested in me, but I wasn't interested in them. The next year, during winter break, the senior class had a ski trip. I really wasn't interested in going. I could ski, but I didn't like being alone, and i did feel lonely at things like that. My mom urged me to go, so I went. I made jokes with the other guys, and even though I was pretty athletic, I didn't want to go home with my leg in a cast. Mr. Dean was the main coordinator and paired up the students to the rooms. He put me in a room with Mike, a kid who was a loner. We didn't have anything in common. I wouldn't have minded, but he and I never talked. When we got to our room, I commented it must be bad being stuck with the gay kid. Mike said he didn't mind that I was gay. It gave me a warm feeling. He wasn't hitting on me, he just honestly didn't seem to care if I was gay. I liked that. I never liked being thought of as the gay kid. I just wanted to be a kid who happened to be gay. While we changed our clothes, Mike commented that since I had lost some weight, I was pretty buff. I flexed my muscles for him. He laughed. I told him he could feel my muscles if he wanted. He said ok, and felt my pecs and my biceps. I liked the feel of his hands on my body. I said that felt good, and he stopped and blushed, and said sorry. Mike asked me how I knew I was gay. I told him I was always excited by guys and not girls. He asked what I liked to do with guys. I said the same thing most guys like to do with women. He didn't seem like he was getting at something, he was just curious. I was probably the first gay he could talk with. I lay back on my bed, in just my boxers, and noticed he was checking out my armpits. I started to realize, he was asking because he's struggling with being gay. I told him there were times I wished I wasn't blond. He asked why. I told him I thought dark body hair looked really hot, and blond body hair doesn't show up that well, like armpit hair. I said my armpits were hairy, but they didn't look hairy, but I was sure his looked pretty hairy. He asked if I liked hairy armpits, and I said that I did. He asked if I wanted to see his, and I said yeah, so he took off his shirt. He wasn't that muscular, but he flexed his muscles and we both laughed. His armpits were pretty hairy, and it was exciting me. I asked him if I could feel them. He looked a little nervous but said I could. I ran my fingertips through his hairy pits. He let out a slight moan. I stopped, because I noticed he was getting hard. I told him I was sorry. He said it was ok, because it felt really good. He asked if he could feel my pits to see if they were as hairy as I said. I said yeah and lifted my arms. I enjoyed his fingertips playing with my pit hair. He felt them for a long time, and stopped. I told him he will probably have to wash his hands to get my scent off him. He sniffed his fingers, and said it wasn't bad. I stared at Mike, and asked him how long he'd known he's gay. He got flustered and asked what made me think he was interested in guys. I said he seemed really interested in the topic, and he hadn't taken his eyes off me since we got in the room. Mike didn't deny anything, but seemed trapped by my words. I felt sorry for him. He told me he'd always been interested in guys, but didn't want to take the crap he'd seen gay guys take. I understood. I told him I wouldn't tell anyone, but if wanted to share my bed with me, he was welcome. He got in my bed and I put my arm around him. He seemed to like feeling my chest against his, and he buried his face in my armpit. We stared at each other and I pressed my lips to his. He opened his mouth and we kissed. We were kissing passionately, and pulled each other's boxers off. It was like a box of matches had been kindled, and we were sucking each other's cocks. Before I knew it, I was on top of him with my cock buried in his ass. We moaned together as we kissed, our bodies intertwined. We were breathing heavily and sweating. A moment later, I shot my load inside Mike, and noticed he had cum while I was fucking him. As we lay side by side, I apologized for the sweat. Mike said my scent excited him. Most guys joked about it. I'm a fairly musky guy and sensitive about it.. He kissed me with one of those long, lingering kisses. I never felt this way about a guy before. I was attracted to his body, but I felt really attracted to him as a person. He was more hairy than I was, and I liked that. He seemed to like my body too. We fell asleep together. In the morning we sucked each other, fucked and cuddled. I told him how special I felt he was and I wanted to be with him. I asked him to be my boyfriend. Mike said he'd love to be my boyfriend, but he wasn't ready to be "out." I understood and respected that. We showered and went to breakfast. While we were there, Mike watched me interacting with the other students, and joking around. He told me he was surprised I didn't get grief for being gay. I told him people were used to it and accepted it. I told him I didn't play up to stereotypes, and it didn't hurt that I'm a big guy. No one ever bothered me. Some of my friends came by and asked how the two "love birds" were doing. Mike looked like he wanted to die of embarrassment. I said we were doing fine, and asked if they wanted to join in. They laughed and walked away. Some girls commented that Mike and I would make a nice couple. I tried joking with Mike, but he was really self conscious. I suggested we talk with Mr. Dean. Mr Dean took us to a conference room, and said he was sort of expecting this and asked what was going on. I looked at Mike, and he barely got the words out. He told Mr. Dean that he really liked me a lot, and that he guessed he was gay too. I think it was the first time he admitted it. Mr Dean said there was a reason he paired us up for the trip. Mike asked how he knew he was gay. Mr. Dean said he didn't know, but he had a feeling about it. He figured that even if he wasn't gay, at least we could get along. He asked Mike how he felt about people knowing he was gay. Mike said he was very scared. He didn't know how he'd be treated by other people in school. Mr. Dean asked how he was treated now. He said he was basically a loner, and very few people have anything to do with him. Mr. Dean pointed out that he really had nothing to lose by coming out. Mike said he was amazed that I was not stigmatized for being gay. He said its because I had learned to be myself and not let other people make my decisions for me. He said what he has to consider is why he might come out. We both looked puzzled, and Mr Dean said if the reason for coming out is more important than the reason for not coming out, then you come out. Mike asked if being in love is a good reason to come out. It made me really happy to hear him say that. Mr. Dean asked if Mike was in love. Mike looked at me, and said he thinks so. Mr. Dean asked me if I felt the same way. I looked at Mike and said that its really weird, but yeah. I've never wanted to be with someone like I do with Mike. He said we have to decide what we want to do. We walked back to our room and got undressed. I asked Mike if he really meant those things he said to Mr. Dean. He said he did. He asked if I meant them too. I said I did. I started to play with his dark hairy armpits and sucked his nipples. I moved down to his crotch and sucked his cock. As I was sucking his balls he said, "Fuck me Mikey." I turned him on his side and slid my cock inside him. We spent the afternoon fucking and sucking and kissing. I enjoyed it more because we loved each other. We went to dinner, and a guy who was sort of friendly with Mike taunted him and said he smelled like me and asked why that was. I watched Mike, and expected him to make some excuse, but he stared the guy down and said "Because he's my boyfriend you asshole!" I was shocked, but ecstatic. Mike asked if he had a problem with that, and the guy said no, just surprised, then he asked us to eat with him and his friends. Mike grabbed me and said we were eating with those guys. We had a great time. After dinner, we were walking around the facility and when no one was looking, Mike held my hand. We tried to be inconspicuous about it, and let go if anyone walked by but Mike was really happy about us being together. Later that evening, there was a gathering by the fireplace. Mike and I walked in and sat together, but we avoided any public displays of affection. We saw couples sitting around with their arms around each other. Others were singing and laughing. Mike and I just sat there. Mike tried to hold my hand for a moment hoping no one would see, and when some people looked our way, we let go. All of a sudden, the singing and noise stopped. Tom, the class president, addressed Mike and I. He said we all needed to stop playing around. Everyone on the trip knew Mike and I were together. He said everyone knows, and he said we are all okay with it. He said we shouldn't have to hide. I was happy, and Mike looked shocked. Tom said if we wanted to hold hands, or hug in public, it was fine with them. I didn't know what to say. Mike looked as surprised as I did. They went back to singing, and I put my arm around Mike, and he rested his head against my chest. We were very happy. We walked around the place holding hands, and even some of the jocks said it took guts to do what we did. We went back to our room late, and made love. I know I have an unusual odor, and guys have joked about it, but Mike seemed to be excited by it. I loved his dark pubes and hairy legs. I'm pretty glad he likes being the bottom more than me. Its seems like he was made for me. When we got home, I invited Mike to meet my mom. I told her he was my boyfriend. She looked him over and smiled, and gave him a hug. My mom knew I was gay, and she said if Mikey likes you, then I like you. Mike's mom and boyfriend weren't so accepting and threw him out. He moved in with me. I loved having Mike live with me, not just for the sex, but I enjoyed feeling him next to me all the time. I was very horny, and Mike let me fuck him as much as I wanted. it excited me that he loved my cock inside him as much as I loved fucking him. I loved how he always fell asleep nuzzled in my armpit, and I loved waking him up by sucking his cock. I took him to the senior prom, and afterwards we went to a motel with another gay couple who came out after we did. We had sex side by side. They wanted to switch partners but we didn't want to. On the way home, I proposed to Mike and he accepted. As we planned our wedding, we didn't know anything. We asked Mr. Dean for advice. He suggested we have it at a gay B&B outside of town. He drove us out there and explained the situation to the owner. He was a crusty old guy, but he said we could use the facility if he could invite some of his friends. He said they loved weddings and it was good for business. At our wedding my mom was there, and a few friends we invited. We were very happy that a lot of our friends from school showed up, as well as a good number of local gays. The big surprise was Mike's mom. She dumped her boyfriend saying her son was more important to her. She hugged me and said she was glad I was her son-in-law. Our moms became friends. After the wedding, Captain Dan, the owner, asked if we could use some jobs. He hired us both, for room and board, so we had a place to live as well as jobs. I worked on the gardens, and Mike did bookkeeping and kitchen work. I designed and cultivated a beautiful flower garden. Captain Dan started renting it out for weddings. Mike was doing a great job in the kitchen, so Dan started a wedding venue - catering business on the side, marketing to straight people. We worked there for a couple of years and were really happy. Dan was good to us, and eventually made us partners with him. During that time, we started playing with other guys. I really was happy with Mike, but we played with the other guests to have some variety. Dan advised us a lot. We started calling him Pops. He was like a dad to us. Over the years, Mike got pretty hairy, which was a turn on for me. I saw Mike getting more involved with other guys, and I did too. I missed Mike, but I didn't want to get in the way of him being happy. I started feeling like a prostitute, and didn't like it. Sex without love is no better than jerking off. What made it good was that you did it with someone you love. I felt Mike didn't love me anymore. He looked like he was getting serious with Mr. Dean, so I told him we could split up. I was miserable. So was Mike. Pops took us aside and we had a heart to heart talk. He asked me if I still loved Mike. I started to cry and said I do. He asked Mike how he felt about me.other guys, he was thinking of me. Pops said love is something you have to cherish, and marriage is something you have to protect. If we want it, we need to commit to it. Pops is a pretty smart guy. He was a real dad to us. We got back together and stopped playing with other guys. We loved each other, and cherished it. We've been together ever since. We renamed the place the M&M B&B, a gay establishment. We learned from our mistakes. We've been together a long time, and we are still happy.