Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: An Old Man's Life An Old Man's Life 11 Codes b/g M/F M/b M/t M/t/t M/M/M love story (mast, oral, anal, incest) By idc90@hotmail.com Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between children, a man and a boy, male teens, and a man and two teenage boys. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what your supposed to do. Find something else and delet this file. If this kind of story turns you off, find something else. If your looking for a story that has someone having sex ever other sentence, this one is not it. This is a love story between an older man and a boy. This story starts with the man as a boy, and follows his life into old age, looking into the hidden corners to find how he could love a boy, and ends with the teens as men. Fiction and Real Life: This story is nearly all fiction. The experiences described between the boy at age 7 and his 9 year old sister, are true. I saw the locker room scene in the 8th grade, and it happened as described. The masturbation scene using a rayon bedspread is loosely based on my own experience. All portions of the Army experiences are true, and based on my own service in the early 1960's. Past that point, it's all fiction. My apologies to the City of Houston for placing the rent boy pickup point there. I have never been to Houston, but most big cities have an area as described where men go looking for sex. The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental. The author retains the copyright of this story. Placing this story on a commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The Doctor Paul came over the next day and told us his parents wanted him to join a therapy group, and start counseling. He said they all thought he was crazy. I told him that I thought it might be a good idea, even though none of us thought he was crazy, maybe just a little confused. I told him that he had made a lot of changes in his life the last few months, and his emotions needed time to catch up. Talking with someone else that wasn't involved might help him see what he really wanted. Bob told him about the sessions he had with the doctors, and told Paul to be truthful with them, and not to try to fool them into thinking something else. Paul said that he would go, but that he knew what he wanted already. He said he wanted us, and he needed to be with us. Paul's father called me the next day and said thank you for encouraging Paul to go. He told me that the doctor he was seeing thought it would be best if Paul didn't see us for a few months. His father told me Paul would agree if we would. He asked me if I had ever had sex with his son, I swore that I never had, and that Bob nor I, had ever so much as given him a kiss, and I knew Bob had never had sex with him either. I told him that as far as I knew Carl was the only male he had ever had sex with. I did tell him Paul had told me he had sex with a girl when he was in the 7th grade. I asked if Bob and Paul could see each other one last time. He said we could come over that night about 8pm. Paul's mom and dad met us at the door. Paul was nervously waiting in the living room and arose as we entered. Everyone found seats and we were all tense, none of us seemed to know what to say. Paul's mom jumped up and got coffee and ice tea for everyone, as everyone else made small talk. Bob finally spoke up and told Paul that he would miss him, but that he wanted Paul to be sure of himself. If Paul decided he didn't want to be involved with him then he would understand. Paul said it would be a waste of time, because he now knew what he had been wanting for a long time. I reminded both Paul and Bob that they had known each other for almost three years, and if there really was anything there, a few months wouldn't kill it, even though I knew a month seemed like a lifetime to a teen. After we talked awhile, everyone seemed to be more comfortable, and at 10pm Bob and I said we had better get going. As we were leaving Bob turned to Paul and said, "Take care man, I.....uh....I love you". Paul replied, "You take care too, man, and take care of Matt. I love you guys". Bob just nodded, as I told Paul "Bye, Paul". "Bye, Matt". As the first month passed, Bob and I both found we were depressed. I missed having Paul around. Bob dragged through the days, and lost interest in school. We were still close and supportive of each other, but we both missed Paul. Paul and Bob would see each other at school and at wrestling practice, but they didn't talk. Bob told me Paul looked very depressed too. Just before the first month was up, Paul's father called. He said he wanted to talk to Bob and I both, so I got on the bedroom phone while Bob was in the living room. He said thank you both for keeping your word and not seeing Paul. Bob told him it was hard to keep, seeing Paul at school every day, and not being able to talk to him. Paul's father said he understood, and that Paul felt the same way. Paul's father told us the doctor wanted to see me and Bob and asked if we would see him. I told him we would, if it would help Paul, and asked when he wanted to see us. He gave us a date and time, and I told him we would be there. When we got into the doctor's office and seated, he turned to me and said, "I think you should know, I don't have any problem with turning a pedophile in, but--" Bob jumped up and yelled, "He's Not Like That!". He grabbed my arm and started pulling me up. The doctor held up his hand and said, "I know, Bob. Paul has told me everything you both told him. If I thought Matt really were a pedophile, I would have already called the police. I need to know how you really feel about each other. I understand you've been together for almost three years. Is that right?" I nodded my head yes, as I motioned Bob to sat back down. He turned to me and asked, "How do you feel about Bob?" "I love him, he's my whole life. I would do anything to make him happy, even giving him up." He asked Bob, "How do you feel about Matt?" "I love him. I know now that he is the only person who ever really loved me. My father just used me to satisfy his own needs. My mother let him, and then she hated me because of it. The other men didn't really matter. I just needed for them to need me. I knew Matt really loved me, and that he would love me and take care of me even if we didn't have sex. I forced Matt to have sex with me because I need that from him too. I was the first guy he had ever had sex with, and I had to teach him how." "What is your relationship now?" "In public, Matt is my foster-father. But once we are at home alone, we are equal in every way." "And no one but Paul ever suspected anything different?" "No. We are very careful, and always act straight. Matt and I are very careful about everything, even how we look at each other. We won't even kiss if we're alone and the front door is open. We've always known no one else would understand. It took Paul knowing us a long time for him to figure it out, and even then not until he saw our rings close together." "I see. Have you ever had sex with anyone but Matt since you've been together?" "No. There have been a few times I was tempted to, but after I got to know the guy, I knew it was only lust. I love Matt too much for that. I think I love Paul though." "And how do you feel about Paul?" Bob paused a while thinking. "I don't really know. I think he's hot, and I think I love him, but I don't know. It's not the same love I have for Matt, but kind of like it. I like everything about him, and I want to be with him and get him in bed. I know I've been very sad since I haven't been able to see and talk to him, and I miss him." "Matt, have you ever had sex with anyone else since you and Bob have been together?" "No. Bob is the only one. I don't want anyone else." "What do you think about Paul?" "I care a great deal for Paul, but I don't know that I want to have sex with him. I've always known that the day will come when I have to give up Bob to his life mate. I'm ready to do it now, if it is Paul. I've always told Bob that when that time came, I would still love him and take care of him, but treat him as my son, not as my lover, and I intend to do it. Bob's happiness is too important to me, even though I don't want to lose him. I know I miss Paul, but I don't know what our relationship really is." "Bob, could you give up your relationship with Matt for Paul?" "I don't know. But I know I would, to keep Matt out of jail. I love him, and I know what they do to people in jail for loving a kid." "Matt, would you give up your relationship with Bob to stay out of jail?" "Only if Bob wanted me too." "Bob, you know that to have a sexual relationship with either Paul or Matt is illegal. I'm glad you both told me you are willing to give up your relationship, and since neither of you have a sexual relationship with Paul, I don't feel I have to call the police now. And just so you know, I'm gay too. Thank you for seeing me." I told him we understood. After we got in the pickup, I made sure Bob understood we were not to admit to the doctor anymore that we were having sex together, if we ever talked to him again. He said he understood. School let out for summer vacation. Bob had done well in all his subjects, even after losing interest in school. He still mopped about, trying to find enough to fill his days. The first week, Bob had cleaned the house top to bottom. He had taken down all the curtains, washed, ironed, and rehung them. The blinds had been taken down and each slat scrubbed, rinsed, and dried, before they went back up. Every window glistened, they were so clean. The window screens came down and were washed and repaired. Bob rented a steam cleaner and cleaned the carpets and all the upholstery. There is only so much cleaning that can be done, before the whole house is clean. He hung out with other guys he knew. He would find someone that would go to a movie with him. He went for long bike rides. He spent time at the store with me, until he became bored because there was nothing there for him to do. A few weeks after school was out, Paul's father called. He asked if Bob and I could come over that evening. I asked what time we should be there, and was told 8pm. When we got there, Paul and his parents met us at the door. They sat us down in the living room, and Paul brought everyone a drink. Paul's Dad did most of the talking. He said he and his wife understood the risk Bob and I had taken in order to help Paul when we agreed to see the doctor, and they appreciated our doing it. He told us the doctor felt the incident with the gun was caused by Paul having a crisis while living a concealed and hidden life. He hadn't confided that he was gay to anyone but me and Bob, although he thought Carl suspected it. He had told no one that he loved us, because he thought our loving him was hopeless. When he felt he had betrayed the people he loved, he couldn't handle it. The doctor felt Paul was overall a stable young man that knew his own mind, and had no problems with being gay. He had told them that while mine and Bob's relationship was very unusual, it seemed to be stable and supportive. Paul had finally convinced them that the therapy was a waste of time and money. Paul's mother spoke up and said "I didn't know if I'm ready to accept any son-in-law," her voice broke as she continued, "especially one that is older then I am, even older then my own father." I told her I understood, but none of us were sure that would ever happen yet. I reminded them that Paul and Bob weren't sure if they had a relationship yet. Paul spoke up and said he was sure he wanted one. The look of love Bob gave him hurt deep inside me. Paul's parents said they were so afraid Paul would be hurt. Paul told them that he could be hurt if he wanted to just date a girl. Until they had dated a while, they couldn't know how they felt about each other. Love is always a risk. Paul's parents gave us permission to date, but asked that if Paul and Bob were going to have sex that it not be at their house. They told us if Paul and I decided to have sex, they didn't want to know about it. I asked Paul if he was ready to give up everyone else and be faithful to Bob as long as they were dating. He said he was. I asked Bob and Paul both if they were ready to come out of the closet and let their friends know they were a couple. They said they weren't sure yet. So Paul became a part of our lives.