Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: An Old Man's Life An Old Man's Life 18 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Epilogue Dean, If you have read this far, there are a few other things I want you to know about your Grandpa. I am sure you know how much Paul and I miss him, and that no one will ever be able to replace him. We are glad we had as many years of his love as we had, even though we would liked to have had him much longer. We couldn't tell you at the funeral, but your Grandpa's wish about how he wanted to die came true. We only told you he died of heart failure, which is true, but it was after he had made love to us. Matt got to where he couldn't join us in love making very often. Often, he would just lay with us and touch and pet on me and Paul as we made love. That night, he joined in our lovemaking. After we had all finished and calmed down, we were holding each other and just relaxing and talking. Matt told us that for years, he had thought happiness was the absence of sadness. He told us he didn't learn what happiness was until we came into his life. He said, "Thank you both for making me happy, and teaching me what love is." It was while Matt was holding us that he just died. We tried to revive him with CPR, but nothing worked. I don't think there was any pain for him, he didn't make any sound, and he looked peaceful. He just stopped breathing and his heart stopped. If we hadn't been laying against him, we might have not noticed immediately. Your Grandpa was a good man. He wanted to be a Christian, and believed in the Bible and in Jesus Christ, but stopped going to church because he believed he couldn't be a good Christian and live a gay lifestyle with me. He installed the Christian belief in me and Paul, and insisted we live up to it as much as possible. He even made us study the Bible, and we often have lively debates about points it makes. Your Grandpa believed in a forgiving God through Jesus Christ, but he also believed God is just. If God is a forgiving God, your Grandpa is in heaven, and I belive he is. You read about Teto. He was just the second of many boys your Grandpa rescued. I was the first. I am sure you noticed that there were several men with boys at the funeral. The last years of his life, Matt spent his time trying to help boys that were in trouble, and that were living on the streets. We don't know how he did it, but we know he didn't care if it was legal or not. We found a form for guardianship papers on his computer, and a Notary Public seal with a name we've never heard of, in the bottom of his desk. He would try to get boys back with their families, but if that didn't work, he had a list of men that would give a boy a home. Paul and I have often wondered how he found the men. Matt would only tell us, "The less you know about it, the safer everyone is." Matt would only work with boys he felt the system had failed. Matt found a lot more boys like that then anyone wants to admit too. Some didn't want his help, or weren't ready for it. Matt felt many were past helping, some because of drugs, some because of a life of indiscriminate sex and pimps, some from losing the ability to love or trust. It broke his heart when he found a boy he couldn't help. All that mattered to him was that the boy have a good, loving, safe home to grow up in. Matt would check out the men very carefully, and would never send a boy to a man that wanted one for sex. If a sexual relationship developed between the man and the boy, he didn't worry about it as long as it was a loving and supportive relationship. The men and boys there at the funeral, were some of the people he had helped come together. Dean, I hope this has helped you to know your Grandpa, and to understand him as the man I knew. I will always love him and miss him with all my heart. I am signing this as your Uncle Bob, even though the difference in our ages is not that great anymore, only a year more than between you and your brother. I hope I will always be allowed to be your Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob The End Comments: idc90@hotmail.com Flames Happily Ignored :)