Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: An Old Man's Life An Old Man's Life 8 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 My Lover On the way back to the motor home, I told Bobby that what he had done was very dangerous. We talked not only about someone physically hurting him, but also about AIDS and the other things that are passed on that way. I told him I loved him to much to see him hurt that way. He promised me that he would never pickup anyone in a rest room again, and told me I was the only one he wanted to have sex with, but that he needed sex and I wouldn't give it to him. He told me he had thought I wanted to have sex with him too, from the first time we had met. I had to admit to him that I did, but that it was very hard for me to admit it to myself, much less to him. I explained that I had a lot of hangups about it, about gay sex, about his age, and about my own age, but that I really did love him and wanted his love and his body. I told him I loved him and wanted him, but that I didn't want to be a child molester and hurt him in any way. He looked at me and asked how I could molest him when he had been the one trying to molest me. I laughed a little, smiled over at him, and told him that's not how the law or the rest of the world saw it, because I was an adult and a child couldn't molest an adult. When we got inside the motor home, Bobby pushed me down on the couch, climbed on top of me and stated to french kiss me. He forced my lips open, and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He quickly pulled away, and said that felt funny. I shyly removed my upper dentures, and he tried again. He run his tongue across my gums, feeling where each of my teeth had been. Bobby pulled back and said it still felt funny, but that he liked it. His lips were once again crushing mine, as we let passion rule and I found the inside of his sweet young mouth. My hands slipped down to his firm round butt, caressing each cheek lovingly. He started unbuttoning my shirt, as he slowly humped against me, our lips still locked against each other. I broke our kiss, and nervously admitted to him that he would have to teach me what to do, and how to please him. Bobby pulled open my shirt and took my left nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and kissing on it. It was the first time anyone had ever done that to me, and I didn't know it could feel soooo erotic. I knew I would do anything my little lover wanted me to do to him. All to soon, he took his wonderful mouth away, but quickly changed to my other nipple. I can't describe how I felt, but the feelings he was giving me took my breath away, it was more then I had ever felt before. I slipped my hands under his shirt, feeling the smooth warmth of his beautiful body. I let my hands roam from his back to his small perfect chest. I took one of his small nipples between my thumb and my forefinger, gently pinching and pulling on it. I expected Bobby to be too sexually immature to get anything more than psychological satisfaction from sex, but as I played with his nipples, he started moaning and withering against my hand and his little nipples started getting hard. Bobby stood up, taking my hands and pulling me to my feet. He pulled my shirt off and reached for my belt buckle. Slowly with an impish grin, he undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled down the zipper. He let the weight of my pants drop them to the floor. I stood there with my shoes and socks on and my pants around my ankles with just my tented out jockeys, wet with a large spot of pre-cum, covering my erect manhood. He placed his hands on my chest gently rubbing and feeling down to my love handles, all the while kissing on me around my belly button and down the patch of hair leading to my dick. Bobby hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of my jockeys and started pulling them down to my ankles, gently lifting them out over my hard-on. He placed his small hands on each of my butt cheeks, and pulled me to him, so that his nose was in my pubic hair and my dick laying hard against his cheek. He inhaled deeply taking in my scent, and started licking and kissing at the root of my dick where it joins my ball sac. It was almost more than I could stand. I told him if he kept it up I was going to shoot before I even got him undressed. He looked up at me with that sweet grin of his and said we wouldn't want that to happen. He quickly licked the pre-cum from my dick, smiling that impish grin. Bobby pushed me back down onto the couch and took off my shoes and socks, slipping my pants and underwear off each foot. I sat there in front of my young lover, naked with my manhood proudly standing at attention, while leaking more pre-cum then I had in years, and I wasn't ashamed. I reached over and lifted Bobby's shirt over his head, as he helped me by lifting his arms. His perfect body slowly came into my view, from his nicely formed innie belly button, to his beautiful small round nipples, and then his narrow fine formed shoulders. He was so gorgeous that even the dark bruises couldn't detract from his beauty. With trembling hands I unfastened his belt and opened his pants. He was right about the baggy pants hiding his hard-on. His jockeys were also tented out, much further than I expected them to be. I pulled his pants and jockeys down, drinking in with my eyes every bit of him as he became exposed. I thought I couldn't get any harder, but as I gazed upon his hard penis, I did. I hadn't really looked at him before, I had been expecting to see a little boy's hard, skinny, penis. What I saw, was a perfectly formed mini dick that had been cut, just a little thicker around then my thumb, and about 3 to 3 and a half inches long, standing up hard against his stomach. His nuts were starting to lower in their sack, and already they were not very much smaller then were my own. There wasn't a hair on his smooth body, or I could have been looking at a small man, he was losing that little boy look already. I looked up at his face. He looked a little apprehensive, as if he was worried about what I would think. I smiled at him and told him I thought he was beautiful, and a large grin spread across his face. I asked if he could cum yet, and he shook his head no. I had never even touched another penis except for my son's and grandson's when they were babies, and I had to change their diaper or give them a bath. The dark purple head of Bobby's dick seemed to be drawing me to it. I leaned over and placed a kiss on the perfect helmet shaped head, smelling for the first time a boy, my Bobby. I let my mouth slip over his dick, devouring it but being careful not to let my lower teeth scrape him. It seemed to be the most natural and normal thing to do. The only thing I could do. Bobby let out a long soft OOOOOOOH and started moaning and bucking into my mouth. I started sucking and bobbing my head up and down, pulling his little dick nearly out of my mouth and running my tongue around the fat head. I sucked his dick all the way back into my mouth, and started over. With my hand I started stroking his nuts, gently massaging them, feeling another male for the first time. In just a minute or two, Bobby's whole body started jerking and convulsing. When his knees gave way, he slumped over me. I moved him onto my lap, and started taking off his shoes and socks as he recovered. He reached his hand to my cheek, and lovingly caressing me said, "Nobody has ever done that for me before". I smiled at him and told him I didn't want to just use him, but that I wanted us to be equal partners when it came to sex. He pulled my head to his lips, and gave me a long tender kiss. Bobby rested for a short while, then jumped up and said he would be right back. With his hard-on leading the way he went to the bathroom. I was surprised at myself that I still had a hard-on too, and was still leaking. I was wishing he would hurry, when I heard the toilet flush, then water running in the sink. It had been quiet for a minute when Bobby came back with the jar of Vaseline in his hand. He spread a towel on the bed and once again with that impish grin, crooked a finger at me. As I went over to him, he told me to lay down on my back with my butt on the towel, and that he wanted me to fuck him. I laid down, and Bobby smeared Vaseline on my dick. He kneeled over me with one of his knees on each side of me. He lined my dick up with his hole, and then, very slowly, he just sat down, impelling himself on my dick. The feeling of being inside him was so great I thought I would die right then. How can I describe it? The words hot, tight, wet, and soft, they all seem so inadequate! It was the most thrilling thing to ever happen to me. All my doubts and hangups were gone. This is the person I had been looking for all my life. We were one. Bobby had the most satisfied and contented look on his face I had ever seen on anyone. Slowly, he raised himself up until just the head of my dick was still in him, and then he slowly lowered himself back down. The feeling was so intense, that I wanted it to go on forever. I gently rubbed his thighs, slowly moving to the inside of his legs as Bobby started a slow up and down movement of his body on my dick. I reached for his dick, and started jacking him off in time with his movements. Bobby started groaning and moving faster and faster as I started bucking into him. He leaned forward until our lips met and he forced his tongue into my mouth, all the while we were trying to maintain our rhythm. It was so good I couldn't keep from squirming and moaning, as I bucked into my lover. Bobby broke our kiss and there was a sharp intake of his breath. His body started a spasm with several sharp contractions. With my fingers I could feel each one as they passed through his dick as he tried to shoot what wasn't there. His ass tightened and relaxed around my dick in time to his contractions, and I couldn't hold back any longer. The earth moved, as I started shooting my load deep into my lover. I don't know how long my climax lasted, but it was the most intense I had ever had and seemed to go on forever. Nothing mattered except my love for this young boy. My Lover. My mate. My life. Bobby sank down on top of me, and we just lay there panting, as I came back to earth from that new world I had visited. I was still imbedded in him, as I started to soften. All we could do was hold each other close. It didn't take Bobby long to recover, but he could tell I was still coming back. He kissed me and with a caress, told me thank you, it was the best he had ever had. I told him thank you and I tried to tell him how it had been for me, but I couldn't find the words, all I could do was pour out my love with my eyes. He put a finger to my lips to hush me, and said, "I know, I can see it in your eyes. No one has ever before looked at me like that after they were done with me." We just lay there holding each other and without saying anything, we just let the love flow. My dick soon was so soft and small, that I just slipped out of Bobby. I was amazed though that he was still hard. I explained to him that as men get older, a man sometimes has trouble getting an erection even when he wants to badly. I told him that sometimes, I could get a hard-on and still not be able to cum, but that if it ever happened with us, it was nothing against him. Just nature. He said he understood, and was glad I had told him because he would have thought it was his fault otherwise. Bobby was still hard, and started gently humping against my stomach. I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He looked at me shocked, and said he had never done it, that everyone always fucked him. I told him there is a first time for everything, and I wanted him. He took the corner of the towel and wiped off his butt and my dick. I could see why he put the towel on the bed, as my cum mixed with his ass juices stained the towel. He told me to roll onto my stomach, and he placed a pillow to raise my hips. Bobby got the Vaseline and put a big gob on his finger. He spread my legs and opened my butt cheeks. His finger touched my hole and I started feeling myself getting hard again. He spread the Vaseline around, and started working it into my hole. I couldn't help but clamp down on his small finger. He leaned over and kissed my butt cheek, telling me to just relax. I was able to relax, and he worked his finger all the way in. I had been afraid it would hurt, but actually, I enjoyed it. Looking over my shoulder, I watched him lube his dick. I felt him lay down on my back, feeling my hole with his dick. I couldn't help clamping down again, so he told me to relax and do like I was trying to take a poop. It worked! I felt him slip inside me. He asked if he was hurting me, and I told him not at all. That it felt nice. He started humping into me, and I remembered how great his contractions had felt to me, so I started doing like I was trying to stop taking a shit. Bobby moaned, slipped his arms under my shoulders, and hugged his chest tight against my back, telling me how good that felt. I couldn't keep it up for long though. Bobby's breathing got faster and he started humping harder and harder into me, I tried making my butt contract and relax, around his dick, until I could feel his body starting to climax again. As he pushed tight into me, I tightened my hole as tight as I could, and felt every one of Bobby's contractions through his dick. Bobby went limp on my back, and just lay there breathing hard. It didn't take him very long to recover though. Oh, to be a kid again. Bobby gently withdrew his dick and rolled off me, laying at my side. I rolled onto my side facing him. He seemed a little disappointed that he hadn't made me climax again, so I told him that if I could cum even once a day, that was good for me. I told him I loved him so much that it was more important to me that he climax, than it was if I cum at all. Bobby smiled and said he believed me and that he didn't think I was just saying that to make him feel better. I asked him how he liked his first fuck. He giggled a little and said it was great, but he still liked my dick in him better. He snuggled in close and hugged me. I told him "Happy Birthday Bobby", as I lay stroking his hair, and we were both at peace with the world. Bobby suddenly sat up and said he just remembered something he had left over at his old house. He started quickly getting dressed. I asked what he had forgotten, and he just said he would be right back. He was out the door like a flash. I got up, got dressed and was pouring a cup of coffee when he came back. He came in holding an enema bag, and holding it up said he would need it to keep cleaned out. Then he looked at me kind of shyly and said, "Not your slime, I want to keep that in me as long as I can, but I want to be clean for you". All I could do was hug him and give him a kiss. We sat down close together on the couch, while I had my coffee and Bobby had a 7 up. After we had finished our drinks, Bobby asked if I would teach him how to ride his bike. We got his bike and helmet, and I explained it was all about balance. I assured him he would be popping wheelies before he knew it. We went out into the driveway, and I held the back of the bike while he got on. I told him to go slow, because I wasn't going to run, he had already wore me out. He smiled and said "yeah, but you loved it". I didn't disagree. We got off to a wobbly start, but he found his balance real quick. I let go while he was talking a mile a minute, and he didn't notice until he looked back and I was way behind him. He was so proud of himself. For the next few hours, he rode his bike up and down the driveway, as I sat on the back of the pickup and just watched my love. When it started getting dark, I told him he had better put the bike away until we got the lights on it. He was a little disappointed, but he didn't argue. He locked his new bike to the bumper of the motor home, after I showed him where to run the cable through the bikes frame. He came in and we talked about bike safety, and rules of the road awhile. I told him that wearing the helmet was important to me because I couldn't stand it if he were in an accident and got a head injury. He promised he would always wear it for me. He looked over at me and said, "This is the best Birthday I've ever had, thank you". I told him, "your welcome lover". He grinned real big as he reached over and hugged me, saying "I like for you to call me your lover". I asked what he wanted for supper, and he asked if we could have pizza again. I told him that would be fine, we could go to Pizza Hut. He said he would rather get it to go if he could have a beer with it. I explained how I feel about drinking, and that alcohol was not good for a growing body, but that I didn't think one beer every once in a while, would hurt him. We went over to his old house, and I called in our order. I told Bobby I didn't want us to go over to his old house very much, in case they came back. We had just about enough time to stop and get a small birthday cake, two numeral one candles, and Bobby his beer before we picked up the pizza. We took everything back to the motor home and had a birthday party with just the two of us. That night, Bobby taught me how to long dick, as we made slow and caring love. This time he had me get on top of him, as he raised his butt with a pillow. I gently worked the lube into Bobby's most private spot, his wonderful love chute. I first used just one finger, until Bobby told me to put another in him. After I had worked 3 fingers in him awhile, Bobby put the Vaseline on my dick and told me to start in slowly. Bobby had me stop as soon as the head of my dick was in him, until his body was used to me. I didn't like hurting him that way, but Bobby said it always hurt at first, but the way I made his body feel after it stopped hurting, it was worth it. I kept all my 200 pounds off Bobby, supporting myself on my knees and elbows, not wanting to crush my little lover. I slowly worked my dick all the way in, pausing often for Bobby to adjust. When I was all the way in, we rested until Bobby pushed back against me, letting me know he was ready. I slowly withdrew all but the head of my dick from him, and then started back in. It didn't take too many strokes before Bobby started moaning and thrashing around. His body went rigid as he groaned and started shaking. I stopped and rested inside him, as he gave a satisfied sigh, and recovered himself. I started to withdraw, but as he felt the head of my dick coming out of him, he reached behind himself and grabbed my dick. He said, "No! I Need More Of You! Please Matt, do it more!" I started pushing back forward, as Bobby lined my dick back up with his love chute. I felt so much love for him, that I just wanted my body completely inside Bobby, and him completely a part of me. I needed to become part of his body, to merge with him, to be absorbed in his love. I started long dicking him again, and before long, I started feeling the cum boiling in my nuts. I was surprised, because it had been many years since I have been able to cum twice in one day. I didn't speed up, until I felt myself about to blow. I started taking short fast strokes as I told Bobby I was cuming again. I pushed all the way into Bobby, and I started squirting my life force into him. That set Bobby off and he climaxed once more. We rolled onto our sides with Bobby still impelled on my dick, and drifted off to sleep, the two of us becoming one, making our own world. The next morning, Bobby woke me up by giving me a blowjob. I told him it was no fair, because I couldn't reach him to give him one. He slid around so we could 69, and I took his wonderful boyhood into my mouth. I wasn't able to climax that morning, but I did get Bobby off twice before I went soft, and we gave up. I made sure Bobby knew I wanted to cum, but that it sometimes took me days to recharge, and that it wasn't his fault. I asked Bobby if he would like to go to Six Flags Over Texas (a theme park with rides). He got real excited, but then he asked if we could afford to spend money the way we had been doing. He let me knew that he knew it cost a lot of money to get in. I told him that we couldn't do it very often, and that we might have to eat a lot of beans when we got home, but that this was a very special time for us, as it was kind of like a honeymoon. He gave me a passionate kiss, and told me he loved me. We spent the day at Six Flags, and Bobby rode every ride at least once. Some of them, I took one look at and I told him he would have to go on it alone. We had fun, but it wore this old man out. We spent the next few days just getting to know each other, telling each our likes and dislikes, and I was falling deeper in love each day. We agreed on some rules we would have to live by. Bobby agreed never to go anywhere if I didn't know where he was and how long he would be there. I was concerned his mother might find him and kidnap him. Neither of us would ever have sex with anyone else. Bobby agreed he wouldn't say anything to another kid about sex if they didn't already know. We also had to decide what we would tell a doctor or the police, about Bobby's rectal condition. I knew he couldn't go through school without ever having a medical exam. I asked him if he knew what a dildo was. He shook his head no. I explained they made a rubber penis, and that they came in different sizes. I told him I would try to get one about the size of my penis. Then if we were ever questioned, we would say I had given it to him because of his background, (that could easily be checked), and he used it so he wouldn't have the need to have sex with anyone. We also agreed we couldn't act like lovers, or even that either of us were gay, outside the house. We agreed that in public no one could think we were anything more than foster- father and foster-son, but that once the door was closed and we were alone, we would be equal lovers. Bobby agreed that even though we would be equal, I would have the last word and veto power. He realized that by my being older I had more experience, and that because I loved him I would try to do what he wanted. We made love at least twice a day, every day. I was lucky to get off even once a day, but even if I couldn't get a hard-on, we didn't let that stop us. We would lay in bed hour after hour, with me jacking him off, or my sucking on Bobby's beautiful dick, or just kissing and loving each other's bodies. Bobby could climax over and over with out hardly resting between times. Sometimes he would fuck me for and hour, climaxing over and over. His poor little dick was getting such a work out that it stayed red most of the time, even when he was soft, which wasn't often. I know it had to be sore and tender even though he wouldn't admit it. When I was able to get hard, Bobby wanted me to fuck him. Sometimes if I couldn't cum, I could fuck him for almost an hour before losing my erection. I didn't always cum, but Bobby understood and enjoyed the sex anyway, because he knew I really wanted him. We just couldn't get enough of each other. I couldn't get enough of Bobby. It was the first time in my life I had someone that loved me and wanted my love and my body. The last day we were going to be in Dallas, I thought I should try to find the dildo. I knew I would be too embarrassed once we got home. I told Bobby he should stay at the motor home so there wouldn't be any questions about him. I found a sex shop, and waited until there were no cars in the parking lot before going in. It was the first time I had ever been in that kind of store and I was embarrassed. The only clerk was a young woman in her early twenties. I know my face was beet red when I told her what I was looking for. She showed me several, and started to explain the features of each type. I just pointed to one and told her I would take it. I couldn't get out of there fast enough! I'm sure I gave her a laugh and a good story to tell. Bobby wanted to try it out as soon as I got back to the motor home. He said, "just to make sure I know how to use it". We put lube on it, and I watched as it disappeared up his bottom. He slowly pulled it back out and pushed it back in. I asked him how he liked it, and he said, "it's alright, but not as good as the real Matt". I just love him. His hard-on was so inviting that I couldn't keep from slipping it in my mouth. I sucked on his hard rod and played with his nuts as he slowly pulled the dildo out and pushed it back in with one hand, as his other hand pushed my head down onto his dick. I was running my tongue around the head of his dick when Bobby let out a long low moan and started convulsing with his climax. After he recovered, Bobby said he wanted to do me. I told him I would rather save mine for later, so he got up and dressed. When we got home, the dildo was put in a drawer, and never used but that one time.