Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: An Old Man's Life An Old Man's Life 5 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Bobby Invades My Life I am a very sound sleeper, and I don't know how long the pounding on the door of the motor home lasted before it woke me up. It took me a moment to remember I was in the motor home. I jumped up, yelled out that I was coming, and slipped on my pants wondering what could be wrong. I was shocked when I opened the door to find Bobby standing there naked. He had been badly beaten and had large red welts all over his body. He was standing there with his hands covering his boyhood, tears streaming down his face, and with his head hanging down he kept whispering, "Will you be my Daddy, please? Please, be my Daddy, p-l-e-a-s-e?". My heart just broke, and it took several seconds for me to overcome the shock and help him inside. I looked over at his mobile home, and there were no lights on. I got him inside and tried to find out what had happened to him, but all he would do was to keep asking if I would please be his Daddy. I told him I would have to find a phone and call the Police so they could take him to a hospital and take care of him. Bobby jerked away from me screaming "NOOOOO!" Before I could reach him, he grabbed a knife from the drawer and cried, "I'll kill myself before I let them lock me up again!" I believed him! By this time, we were both crying. I told him I would try to help him, but he had to tell me the truth, and tell me what he was talking about. I got him to give me the knife. He grabbed me around the waist, and held on to me as tight as his hurts would allow him to. I grabbed a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around him. I looked up at the clock, and it was 2 am. Bobby told me his mother had gotten a ride home from work, so she hadn't called her boyfriend to come get her. When she got home, she found her boyfriend and Bobby both asleep in Bobby's bed. She picked up a shoe and started beating Bobby with it. She grabbed him by the hair and told him she wasn't going to lose another man because of him. She dragged Bobby to the front door and kicked him outside naked. She told him if he ever came back she would kill him. Bobby didn't know anywhere else he could go, so he came to me and asked if I would be his Daddy. Slowly, Bobby's story started to come out. It was disjointed and not in order, and took him over 2 hours to tell.