Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: An Old Man's Life An Old Man's Life 3 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Married I got a job and my own house, and just drifted for the next few years with no purpose or aim to my life. I had a few good friends, but they were all married or living with someone, and I was often odd-man-out. My sex life was still nonexistent, except for jacking off once a day. My jack-off fantasies usually consisted of my dreaming about watching one of my friends doing his wife. Sometimes, when I was really horny and lonely at night I would hug my pillow close and fantasize that I had a wife. That's when I met Mary. She was a hippie, and I was a conservative with hippie tenancies. I didn't take part in the drug scene, but I would sometimes go to a pot party at one of my friends' houses. It didn't bother me to sat and visit having nothing more than coffee while everyone else got high on beer and stoned on pot. Most of those getting high didn't mind my being there either, because as a group, we were non- judgmental. LSD was big at the time, and if someone had a bad trip, I was there to help them down. I once held a big 300- pound biker type for 5 hours as he came down from a bad trip. It just reinforced my decision not to have anything to do with drugs myself. Mary was into pot but wouldn't touch acid. We got along well together, she liked that I was 6 foot 2 inches to her 5 feet 9 inches, and when I found out she needed a place to stay, I told her she could stay with me for a while. After Mary moved in, I found out the first night she was there, that she was a hippie in everything except sex. When it came to sex, Mary was an ultra-conservative. She let me know in no uncertain terms, that while she was thankful for my letting her stay with me, there was no hope of our having sex unless we were married. I let her take my bedroom, and I slept on the couch in the livingroom. In less than a week, the sexual tension was so high that I was running to the bathroom two or three times an evening so I could jack off, and it never took me long to cum. At night, the thought of her laying in my bed made me so horny I had to jack off once more, before I could go to sleep. I knew I didn't love her, but I had never found anyone that I did love. I knew I couldn't go on living that way, but Mary needed someone to take care of her and I couldn't just kick her out. I was lonely--horny all the time, and although I didn't love her, I did like her. So we decided to get married even though I knew she didn't love me either. I got some time off from work, and Mary and I went to Albuquerque to meet her mother and sister. Mary wanted to get married at home if her mother would let her. I had a van at the time that had room in the back for a full sized mattress, so I put one in and we took off. I knew that Mary's father had been a guard, and had died of heart problems when she was young. I also knew her mother had never remarried, so when we got to Albuquerque, I was surprised to find Mary came from a upper middle-class home. Her mother was high up in Civil Service, back in the days when that was unusual. Her older sister met us out at the van, and just about flipped when she saw the mattress in the back. Meeting Mary's mother and sister was a very tense moment. We all tried to be on our best behavior, so while things were tense, there was no screaming and yelling. We learned that New Mexico required blood tests and a 5-day waiting period before getting married. As I had only gotten a week off work, and one day of that was already gone, we decided to go to Las Vegas, Nevada, and get married. We spent the night at her mother's house in separate rooms, and left early the next morning. It was late into the night when we got to Las Vegas, and we were both tired, so we got a motel room for two days. Mary still insisted we could not have sex until she had that piece of paper in her hand. She did admit that she had been raped by her boyfriend, and that was one of the reasons she had stolen her mother's car and run away from home. As soon as we got inside the motel room, I couldn't stand the pressure in my nuts any more. I hadn't jacked off since early morning, so I headed right for the bathroom, and was hard before I even got the door closed. I dropped my pants and boxers and ran my hand under my shirt, rubbing it slowly and gently over my chest, pinching and pulling gently on my nipples, as I dreamed it was Mary doing it to me. My hard-on was in my other hand being slowly stroked. In only moments, my hand was pounding my meat hard and fast as waves of pleasure ran through my body. My load started emptying, splashing onto the sink, the mirror, and the floor as my knees gave way and I sank to the floor. I had a real mess to clean up before Mary saw the bathroom with gobs of white cum everywhere. I don't know what she thought about my spending so much time in bathrooms; we never talked about it. Since there was only one bed in the room, we decided we could share it for the night -- as long as we didn't touch. When I awoke the next morning, Mary was laying against me with her arm over my chest and her head on my shoulder. My dick was so hard it was tenting the blanket on the bed, but I wanted to save it, because it wouldn't be long before we were married, and I could plant it inside Mary. I slipped out of bed without waking her, and made my way to the bathroom. I needed a piss real bad but was still too hard to start a stream. All I could do was stand over the toilet holding my hard throbbing dick until it went down enough to let me piss. By 2:00, we had gotten the licenses and found one of those wedding mill chapels that sell a 10-minute wedding. I rushed Mary back to the motel room, as I couldn't wait any longer to sink my hard dick into her. I wanted SEX. We were LEGAL now, she had her PAPER. Mary wasn't in any hurry to get undressed when we got back to the room. I was undressed with my hard-on trying to poke my belly button, before she even had her coat off. She let me undress her, and run my hands over her small firm breasts, and down over her nice little butt, but she was doing her best not to look at me. I led her to the bed, and we laid dow; all the while I was running my hands all over her small firm body. I licked and sucked on each of her pretty breasts, teasing the nipples with my teeth until they each stood up proud and firm. I opened her legs and started fingering her cunt as I licked and kissed from her lips to her belly button. Her cunt was soon sopping wet, but she still had not touched me or moved a muscle. I lifted her hand and put it on my hard-on, slowly moving it up and down. As soon as I removed my hand from her's, she stopped jerking, but just held my dick in her hand a few moments. She gave my dick a slight tug in the direction of her hot pussy and dropped her hand. I was so nervous that I knew I wouldn't last long. I mounted her, keeping all my 160 pounds off her as I rested all my weight on my elbows and knees. I wanted to ask her to guide my dick into her pussy, but I was afraid that my request would be rejected. I worked my hand down between us, still keeping my weight off her frail 120 pounds, and slowly and gently guided my hard, throbbing dick into her hot wet pussy. The feelings I was having were so intense and great that I just stopped and rested once I got all the way in. The feeling of at last being inside her hot silky love hole was almost more than I could stand. I was afraid if I moved a muscle I would shoot my load, and I wanted to make it last a long time. Mary still hadn't moved, but I was in seventh heaven. I started to slowly pump into her, but my nuts were already tight against me and I was soon humping faster and faster trying to get as deep into Mary as I could. All too soon, I felt my lust and passion coming to a boil. As my seed started spurting into her, and as I shouted her name, I had the hardest and most intense climax I had ever had in my life. I lay there trembling. I was still hard and resting inside Mary's pussy, after the most exhausting cum I had ever had, and still I needed more. I knew Mary hadn't had a climax yet, and I really wanted her to have one too. I started humping into her pussy again and this time I was able to hold off cuming until I knew Mary was having a climax. She soon got stiff, and I could feel the little slivers of pleasure running through her body, and as the nipples of her breasts got hard and firm, I shot my second load within 20 minutes of our getting back into the room. I gently withdrew my now-limp dick and rolled to the side. I lay holding Mary against me for a long time, just letting these new feelings of well being run through me. I could tell that even though she hadn't moved or helped, she had enjoyed the sex. I wanted to talk about what I had felt, and have her tell me about what it had been like for her -- but she told me that women don't enjoy sex. They just do the dirty thing once a week or so to keep their husbands happy. I could tell she was too embarrassed to talk about sex with me, or let herself think she could enjoy it. That was something Mary was never able to overcome. Our sex life after that was alright for the most part, but never really good or great, and Mary never would touch me more than she had to during sex. I could always climax, but it was never again with the intensity of our first time together. I was always left wanting something more. We would usually have sex once a week on Saturday night. The days Mary wouldn't have sex, Mr. Thumb and his four sons took back over, and sometimes right after Mary and I had finished, I would have to dash to the bathroom. We returned to Tucson, and started trying to make the adjustments to having someone else in our lives, that all newly weds go through. Mary wanted to live in New Mexico, so I quite my job and we moved. Over the next two years, we had a son and a daughter. As we grew older, we found we had less and less in common. Mary wanted to be deep in the hippie movement, and I was more interested in taking care of my family. I wanted a home like most people had. As we grew more apart, we would argue more and more about money, life styles, the kids, and sex. Of course, the more we argued about it, the less we wanted to have sex together, and the more often Mister Thumb and his four sons took care of my needs, and Mary was just as happy if I didn't ask her for sex. After seven years of fighting, Mary left. The last year we were together, we didn't have sex more the twice, and not at all for the last six months. I was left alone again, but this time I had a six- year-old son and a five-year-old daughter to take care of. I didn't know if I wanted her to go or stay. After seven years, I did feel a love for Mary, but I knew I wasn't in love with her. I had never even looked at another woman, and didn't want another one. After I got used to her not being there, I enjoyed the peace of not always fighting. I was working for an oil well servicing company, and would sometimes be gone from home for as much as four days at a time, but then I would have three days off. The money was great, but it was hard trying to find babysitters that would put up with my hours. One of the younger men I worked with got married and said his wife would be glad to babysat, as we worked the same hours. It wasn't long though before they were expecting a baby, and she didn't want to keep my kids anymore. Things always work out for the best even when we don't think they have at the time. My father committed suicide that summer, so my 60 year old mother came to live with us. Mom was a great help with the kids, and loved them very much. I could have stayed with the job I had, and retired with a good pension after being with the company only 15 years. I had been making good money on my job, so I wasn't broke, but about a year after Mom came to live with us I decided to quite my job and move to Oklahoma. I wanted to spend more time with my kids, so I opened a store. We were all happy there, and as my kids got older, they came to work with me in the store. I didn't like what I was seeing in my son at school though. My son and I had always been very close, and I could see he was headed for trouble with drugs and girls. He was very involved in his church group, and would try to be very pious when with his church friends. Then he would go to school, and try to be Mr. Cool to his school friends. It was tearing him up. When he started the 9th grade, I had them both enrolled in a home school program. That way, they went to school in the office of our store, and I was able to keep an eye on them all day. Even though I was sometimes lonely at night, I was happy, and jacking off once a day took care of my physical needs. I still had not meet anyone I could love like a man should love his mate. When he was 18, my son did something for the first time in his life, without first talking it over with me. He joined the National Guard. He took his basic training, and then Advanced Individual Training. While in A.I.T., he met a young woman who was also in the Army. I knew the first time he told me about her that he would probably marry her. He knew that I thought 18 was too young to get married, so he didn't say any more about it. I felt sure he wouldn't marry unless he had my blessing, and I was right. I met the young lady a few weeks after they met, and knew right away that she wanted to get married, but I told my son he had time to wait awhile. His girlfriend was given a medical discharge while they were still in A.I.T., so they carried on a long distance romance as she had gone back home to Florida. I was aware that she had gone to Albuquerque by herself to meet his mothers family, before she went home. I was also aware that they had some serious fights. I didn't know what they were about, but I knew it seemed she had won some and that my son had won some. So I wasn't worried about one always bossing the other around. I just wanted them to be sure there was real love there and not just lust. As soon as he finished A.I.T., he went to Florida to spend a week with his girlfriend's family. He had only been back home a few days when his National Guard unit was put on active duty. I told him that if he wanted to marry his girl, I would give my blessing. It didn't take 10 minutes before he was on the phone telling her to come home. They were married three days later in what was probably the fastest-arraigned formal wedding our church has ever had. I miss my son, his wife, and two grandsons a lot though, because they decided to live in Florida and I don't get to see them as often as I would like. I am happy for them both though, as they have a real love for each other. I wish I could say my relationship with my daughter was as good as that with my son. I can't. My daughter always blamed me for her mother not living with us, and so we always had a stormy relationship. She married a man from our church that is nine years older then her, shortly after her 18th birthday. They didn't ask my blessing, they just came in one day and told me they had gone to city hall and were married. I am sure that they married for the wrong reasons, but it looks like that marriage is also going to last as they have now been married for 16 years. They have grown to love each other over the years, and they also have two sons. My mother passed away shortly after my daughter was married. She was very overweight and passed away in her sleep one night from heart failure. So once more in my life I was left totally alone. The older I got, the less interest I had in women, and I didn't even bother to jack off every day. Sometimes I might go three or four days without getting a hard-on. Then Bobby came into my life.