Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: An Old Man's Life An Old Man's Life 15 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Houston Well, we've been in Houston for a little over a 2 years now. I was reading what I had wrote, and think I would like to tell about those years too. I had more fun at the gay club then I thought I would, even though there were some guys there acting like tramps. Bob and Paul both got hit on several times, but that is just to be expected. They are both so good looking, I would have wondered what was wrong if they hadn't been hit on. They were polite when then turned them all down, just pointing to their rings. One guy looked like he had his feelings hurt and got mad when Paul turned him down for a dance, then took me out on the floor. I guess he couldn't believe I could be the other part of Paul's ring. Even though I had a good time, I think I can wait another 40 years before doing it again. The noise was so loud, I had a headache when we got back to Paul's parents' house. We took a trip to Florida to see my son's family, and spent 3 weeks between leaving home and getting to Houston. We had a great time in Florida, my son and daughter-in-law has relaxed about us, and we all felt comfortable with our being alone with my grandsons. Maybe the fact they are now both teenagers, had something to do with it. We took the motor home, and my son and daughter-in-law let us take the boys to Orlando. We made all the Disney theme parks, and talk about dropping a wad of money! Not even counting what it cost for the 5 of us to get in. We had lunch at McDonald's in the Animal Kingdom, and I don't even want to remember what 5 hamburgers and fries cost. We spent a full day at each, going through the different parks, and still didn't see it all, but everyone was give out, especially me. They slowed their pace down so I could keep up, but I was really feeling my age by the time we left. All the guys were teasing me about getting me a wheel chair. Everyone had a great time, and I will always cherish the memories of that special time spent with my husbands and grandsons. For me, the only down side was having to keep my hands off Paul and Bob with my grandsons around. When we got to Houston, I knew right away that my driving days were over. You wouldn't believe the traffic or the way people were driving. We were on the freeway, still about 20 miles from Houston, and I was driving the motor home. We were towing Bob's car, and I was setting on the speed limit in extremely heavy traffic. Little cars were zipping around us, and forcing their way between us and the car I was behind. Those crazy drivers don't realize you can't stop or even slow down a motor home like you can a small car. I was getting so nervous, because I realize my reflexes aren't what they used to be. I wasn't afraid of my driving, but I didn't know what some of the crazy drivers around me might do. I decided I was getting off the road, and one of the guys would have to drive on in. Paul dove the rest of the way, and he doesn't mind cussing the other cars or throwing a finger once in a while. We got to the RV park and checked in. After we got everything hooked up, the guys unhooked Bob's car and reconected the drive shaft. They then went to get their cell phones changed to local service. Bob and Paul didn't want to start work until we had found a house and moved in. We had planned on flying back home to get mine and Paul's vehicles, but I told them they could just sell mine, I would never drive around here. That just added one more requirement to our house hunting. It had to be on a bus route. We got a Realtor, and started house hunting. We didn't want to live in Houston, so we started looking in the nearby areas. After looking for several days, we found a house about 15 miles from where the guys would work. Bob and Paul both said they didn't mind driving that far, and the area the house is in doesn't have heavy traffic. I decided I wouldn't be afraid to drive there, but we decided we would still sell my pickup, and just keep the two cars. We are only a block from a bus stop, if I want to go into Houston. Bob and Paul would go to work together, and that would leave one car at home. I know what sold the house to Paul. We walked into the master bath, and there is a shower big enough for at least 5 people at once. It has a shower head on each wall, and when they are all turned on, it's hard not to stand in the spray. Of course, the big hot tub next to the shower, didn't hurt either. It's a nice house, with three bedrooms, each with it's own bath, a den, kitchen, dining room, living room, and a two car garage. There is a little work shop in the big back yard, that we just use for storage. There is also a place to park the RV in the backyard, near the pool. We setup one of the bedrooms as an office, with each of us a desk for our computers. It's really silly, I guess, that we can't share one or two computers, but we each have our own, and have networked them together. The other bedroom, was furnished as a guest room. I love the house, and it is very comfortable, but it's not the mini mansion I expected for $230,000. The house we sold wasn't as nice, but I had only paid $29,000 for it, and it had sold for $70,000. We can afford it though. We paid cash, and moved in a couple of weeks later after our furniture arrived. I wouldn't let the guys put my name on the deed. I told them I am getting too old, and that I didn't need for my name to be on it. If I can't trust them by now, I never will be able too, and besides, their money was paying for everything. They told me that 'our' money was paying for it. I just love them. The first night we spent in our new home, was very special to us. The guys made me sat and relax in the den, telling me to rest up, as it was going to be a long night. Bob fixed us a special supper with all our favorite foods, as Paul filled the hot tub and got it ready. Bob had candles and flowers on our new diningroom table, and everything was beautiful and romantic. Bob had done most of the decorating of the house, and his good taste showed everywhere. I told Bob if he ever got tired of computers, he could make it as an interior decorator. We took almost two hours over supper, having a glass of wine with our meal, then a desert wine with the Baked Alaska Bob had fixed for desert. We took our coffee to the den, leaving the dirty dishes for morning, and boy did we make out. I was ready to jump their bones right then and there, but they made me wait. Paul took us to the bedroom, and he and Bob started undressing me, as I tried to undress them. They kept slapping my hands away, telling me "No. Not until we get you undressed!". I was so hard, I was afraid I might shoot before we started doing anything. Bob put his hand on my nuts, pushed them tight up against me, and gently but sharply, pulled them back down. It didn't really hurt, but I lost my hard-on real fast. He kissed me and said, "We'll get it back for you." I started getting it back pretty fast. Bob and Paul started undressing each other, and they let me help. We all stepped into the shower, and there was plenty of room. Bob had adjusted the water. He doesn't like showers to be as hot as Paul and I like. We spent a lot of time washing and exploring the other bodies that we all know so well. When I tried to suck them, they told me to wait. After every spot on each of our bodies had been lovingly and lustfully washed at least once, we rinsed off and moved to the hot tub. It was the first time I had ever been nude in a hot tub, and it felt wicked and wild. We soaked as we petted on each other, but the guys wouldn't let me touch their hard dicks, or their nuts. The most they would let me do, was to hug and kiss them as I rubbed my hand over their bodies. We stepped out of the tub, and the guys let me dry them off, but wouldn't let me linger too long at the spots I wanted to. We moved back into our beautiful large bedroom. I told the guys I needed to be the front, because I didn't know how long I could last. I was afraid I would shoot too soon, and not be able to satisfy my men. It was agreed I would be the front with Bob the center, inside me, and Paul would be on the end, inside Bob. We lovingly put the lube on each other, and I admit I kissed and played with Bob's ass a little longer then I really needed to. Bob entered me, and pushed in until his pubic hair was crushed against my butt. Paul entered Bob, with just the head of his dick implanted. Bob could then withdraw from me, impelling himself on Paul. Paul couldn't get all his dick into Bob until he cum, but since his is so much longer then ours, it is the best we can do, and still have him work our prostates. Bob started a slow in and out fucking. A little too soon for me, he sped up just a little. He was adding a little speed to his fucking every few strokes, until he sent me over the edge. I started spurting my cum. It wasn't one of the earth shattering climaxes, but rather an enjoyable, loving, and deeply satisfying one. I'm sure you know the kind I mean. My ass muscles were working on Bob's dick, but he kept pumping, building on his climax. I reached my right arm back and petted first Bob and then Paul. As my hand caressed Paul's butt cheek, he groaned and shoved tight into Bob. That was what it took to set Bob off. I thought Bob was going to go out of his mind. He pulled me tight to him as he buried his dick as deep into me as he could. His whole body was convulsing. He was screaming "I Love You, Oh, I Love You.", as he cum and cum. Paul and I both knew what he meant by 'you'. Our love for each other is so intertwined, that sometimes, we all think of the other two as being one person. We know we are all individuals, but I can't imagine life without both my men. I know that the people who really know about us, wonder how two young studs can love and really want an old man like me. Sometimes, I wonder too, but I know they do. That's all that matters. They have made me happier than I thought I could ever be. Until Bob came into my life, I hadn't realized I had lived my whole life up to that point, being depressed. I didn't know what it was to be loved for myself. I don't mean as a son, or brother, or as a father. I mean as a lover. After Paul joined us, life just got better. Before I found love, I had just been existing, taking up space. Now I have a reason to get out of bed in the mornings, my men. I love to spend most of the day in bed with Paul and Bob when we can. They are the reason for my living, for my being alive. We stayed connected to each other as we drifted off to a peaceful and restful sleep. Bob and Paul started their new jobs, and they both loved working for the company. They work in different departments, and both liked their bosses very well. One of the reasons they liked their jobs so well, is because as they told me, they started in higher positions then the other new employees. They also had much more freedom from supervision then the others, even though they were the same age or in some cases younger then the other people that started at the same time. I reminded them it was because they had operated their own company, and made such a success of it. They had proven histories. The guys told me I was retired, period. They told me I could do anything I wanted to, but they didn't want me going to a job all the time. Paul said it was their turn to take care of me, and we didn't need the money. They hired a cleaning lady to come in twice a week, and a man to take care of the yard and pool. There wasn't much left for me to do. It doesn't take long for me to clean up after breakfast, make the bed, and do a little laundry. That leaves most of the day to fill. I don't enjoy daytime TV, and I have already read most of the books I'm interested in. Paul and Bob encouraged me to go to the Senior Citizens Center, and make some new friends. I told them I didn't want to have to listen to those old fogies talk about their aches and pains. I have enough of my own. I gave in, and went a few times. The last time I went, I had gotten into a card game with some other men. Paul and Bob stopped by to pick me up, after they got off work. Paul walked up behind me, and placed his hands on my shoulders. I smiled at him and told him I would finish the hand, and we could go. One of the men asked if they were my grandsons. Paul spoke up saying, "No, he's our husband." I thought two of the old men were going to have heart attacks. The third looked at me with loathing, saying, "Your despicable, ruining the lives of two fine looking young men. You should be taken out and whipped. Your nothing but an old fagot, and will burn in hell!" I looked at Paul, and his face was beet red. I grabbed his hand and pleaded, "Please, Paul. Let it go. Please don't say anything. Let's just go home, please, take me home." Bob had grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him back. Paul is an easy going guy, and will take most verbal abuse directed at himself, but if he feels someone is mistreating me or Bob, he explodes. We were afraid he might attack the old man. Paul clamped his lips tight, and nodded, not saying anything as we left.