Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: An Old Man's Life An Old Man's Life 9 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Home Before leaving Dallas, we called the lawyer to let him know Bobby's mother had left with most of their things, and been gone for five days, without letting us know where she went. I also checked to make sure he knew how to reach me after we got home. Bobby got a thrill out of ridding in the motor home. It is easy to drive, so I enjoyed the drive also. We spent the time getting our stories straight and quizzing each other. I told him we would have to be very careful around any of my family. They all knew me too well, and would pickup on anything. My grandson Dean, that lives in town, at first seemed to be a little jealous of Bobby, but it wasn't too long before he became Uncle Bobby to him and after he was born, to his little brother. If my daughter or son ever thought anything, they didn't say anything about it. We spent the next few weeks setting Bobby up a bedroom for looks, getting his school records and him enrolled in his new school, and just settling in, getting use to each other. He made friends with some of the kids in the neighborhood, and he spent a lot of time outdoors on his bike. He developed an interest in the computer, and became very good at using it. He asked me to teach him how to touch type. I showed him, and got a computer program for him to practice his typing. Some days, he would go to the store with me and help out. I thought that since we were going to be gay, we should learn everything we could about the lifestyle. We got on the internet, and ran "gay" in the search engine. It came back with thousands of hits. Most were gay pay porn sites, but we found a lot of free sites that gave a lot of good information. We ran "gay teen" in the search engine, and after following a lot of links, we found a free newsgroup with photos of gay teen boys having sex. There was also a link for gay stories. It was all very eye opening. We learned new positions that we hadn't thought off, and some things we wanted to try. We learned about rimming, and even some other things like water sports, that I don't think I will ever be ready for. We did learn how to make love face to face with the receiver on his back. That has become our favorite position. Bobby found a gay teen chat room and made some internet friends. He was very careful not to give out anything that would identify him, or tell anyone where he lived. We had talked about some of the "teens" not really being a teen at all. We found a gay doctor, and after Bobby and I had talked to him and given him Bobby's records, we didn't have anything to worry about. We didn't admit to him we were having sex, but I think he suspected it and he never has said anything. He did tell Bobby if he ever needed help or wanted to just talk, to call him, and he gave him his home phone number. Anytime one of us needs a doctor, we see him. Once school started, Bobby got involved in everything at school. He joined the scouts and the ball team, not that he was the best athlete they had, but he had heart, and he would join in anything else that came along. If there was a bake sale, make sure Bobby knew. He would bake a cake or make some cookies, then run around and make sure everything got sold. He became a very good cook that year. He wanted so much to contribute to our home, that he took over doing the grocery shopping, the cooking, most of the house cleaning, and laundry. He would ride his bike the few blocks to the shopping center and with saddle bags on his bike he could get a lot of groceries. If he wanted to buy more then he could carry on his bike, I would take him in the pickup after I got home from work. We would sit down together and make out our budget and pay our bills. We didn't always agree on everything, we had our arguments, hurt feelings, and mad spells, the same as most newly weds, but making up was sweet, we always slept in the same bed, and I never had to use my veto power. I sometimes wondered if I was giving Bobby too much responsibility, and stealing his childhood. If I said anything, Bobby would become upset and tell me, "It's my right to decide. You gave me the right when you said I could say no to sex anytime I wanted to, and that I had the right to express my opinion about anything that affects us. We are equal lovers, you said." Bobby wasn't cheap, but he was careful with money and clipped the coupons. We ate good, but I wasn't wild about Bobby having that much money on him. I was afraid he might get mugged if someone found out he often had over a hundred dollars on him. I sometimes got a funny look from the checker if we were at a store where Bobby wasn't known, and he was the one to pull out the money and pay. We never tried to explain. He would give the sacker hell if he put something in a sack wrong. Bobby hated squashed bread or broken eggs, and at the same time, he knew the price of every item, and would catch any error the checker made. Bobby got to where he didn't want a beer very often, but if we had pizza he liked one, so I had no problem with buying it for him. He stayed busy from 8am until after 6pm almost every weekday. Bobby took from 4pm to 5pm everyday, as his playtime. I wanted to make sure he spent some time everyday with kids his own age. We would wake up at 7am so we could have some quiet time together before starting the day. Even as busy as he was, his school work stayed in the top of his sixth grade class. We both acted straight 8 in public and around friends, and no one ever suspected we were anything more than foster-father and foster- son. It wasn't long before I wondered what I had done to get along without him. A few months before his 12th birthday, Bobby and I were laying in bed before getting up, and I was slowly jacking him off the way he likes. He was gently fucking into my hand with low moans of appreciation. I kissed his nipples, licking all around one then the other, until they were standing tall and proud, as I was tasting the silky smoothness of his skin. I kissed down his chest, down his beautiful tummy paying homage to his wonderful body. I moved my hands to his chest as I kissed all around his cute dick without ever touching it. I slipped between his wide open legs so I could get to his sac of nuts. Gently I sucked one then the other as Bobby lay moaning and squirming. He placed both hands on my head, pulling me up to his face and kissed me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, tasting every part of the inside. I forced my tongue into his mouth, tasting a little of the sweet milk he had drank last night. Bobby was moaning deep, as I slipped my hand back to his hard dick. As my thumb and forefinger wrapped around his perfect dick, Bobby shot cum for the first time. It was only a few drops and it was clear, but he did cum. We were both pleased and happy about it. It wasn't long after that before I got to find out how sweet his cum tasted. It took a while before Bobby's cum turned white, and he could shoot every time we had sex. He had mixed feeling about being able to cum. He was proud to have become a man, and was thrilled at the added feelings he had when he climaxed. He got me involved with counting each pubic hair each morning, to see if there was a new one. We would playfully argue about if a hair could be counted or not. I would sometimes tease him that I was going to pull one out, and his reaction would make you think I had threatened to castrate him. The only disappointment to him, was in no longer being able to have multi-orgasms. I asked Bobby if he would like to have a real birthday party and invite some of his friends. He thought that would be great, so we started planning a month ahead. Shortly before his birthday, I could tell that something was bothering Bobby. I asked him what was wrong, and he said that since we were kind of married, that we should have rings and give each other our vows. I thought that might be dangerous, but after we talked about it, we decided we would get matching rings that could pass as wedding rings or as friendship rings. Bobby wanted us to wear them on our ring fingers, but I told him while I could get away with that, he would be asked too many awkward questions. We decided I would wear mine on my left hand ring finger, but Bobby would wear his on his right hand ring finger. I told Bobby he was too young to make life long vows to me, and even though he argued about it, that I wouldn't accept any that went past his 18th birthday. I told him that my vows to him would be for the rest of my life. We went to Oklahoma City for the rings and paid cash. We got his sized a little big and had a ring sizer put in so he would have room to grow. We agreed that while yes, we were married, I was too old to be his life mate, and although Bobby didn't want to admit it, even if I lived to be a very old man, I would die while he was still young. I made him promise that if he found his life mate while he was in school, or if he decided he liked girls, he would tell me. I told him if he ever reached a point in his life when he didn't want me as his lover, all he had to do was take off his ring. I told him I would love him forever, and take care of him as if he were my son for as long as he needed me, but that we didn't have to be lovers, although I wanted him for my lover as long as he would have me. Bobby informed me that since he could cum now, and he could make his lover happy, that he wanted to be called Bob instead of Bobby. At his birthday party, we announced his wish to be called Bob from now on. After his party was over and we were alone, we said our marriage vows to each other and slipped our rings on each others finger. I reminded him that his vows expired on his 18th birthday unless he choose someone before then. That night when we made love, it was one of the most tender and loving times we have had together. Bob wanted to be bottom, and after I had put plenty of lube in and around his love chute, he put lube lovingly on my dick. He rolled over on his back, lifting his legs onto his shoulders. I lined my dick up with his wonderful rosebud, and started gently pushing in as Bob pushed out. My dick slipped into his silky opening without hardly any resistance. I slowly bottomed out with my pubic hairs crushed against his beautiful bubble butt. Bob gave a sigh of contentment as I rested there a moment, my heart full of love for this young man. My only thought was to express my love to Bob and satisfy him. He gave his butt a little hump, letting me know he was ready and wanted to be fucked. I leaned forward so we could kiss. Bob can't kiss me without it being a deep french kiss. We both were so intense in our love for each other, we were moaning in seconds. I slowly drew out all but the head of my dick, making sure I hit Bob's prostate as I passed. Slowly I pushed back in, once again hitting his prostate as the head of my dick moved past it, until I could enter him no further. I then started a steady slow long dick, making sure I hit his prostate each time. We were moaning and squirming, but we never sped up. Just the slow, long, loving movements. Pre-cum was making a large puddle on Bobby's stomach, and I knew he couldn't last much longer. Too soon I felt Bob's nuts draw up getting ready to shoot. Neither of us had touched Bob's dick. With a loud moan, his seed started erupting from his nuts, as he emptied shot after shot onto his chest and stomach. At his first shot my dick decided it couldn't stand the contractions and wonderful feelings it was receiving, and I gave a long loud groan as I started emptying deep inside my young husband. I gently withdrew from my lover, and as he relaxed, I slowly started licking his body clean of his love offering. When I could find no more of his cum, he pulled me into his arms, and we went to sleep. I woke needing to piss, and saw it was only 4am. We had gone to sleep with the light on, and after I made my pit stop, I turned off the light, and I slipped back into Bob's arms. Bob started Junior High, and not much changed outside his having to go further to school. He was still in the top of his class, and joined everything. He got involved in wrestling, and he was good. Even though Bob was big for his age, I thought 12 was too young to weight train, but Bob got a weight set and bench, set them up in the garage, and started working out under his coach's supervision. I told him I would just have to stay flabby, although I would spot for him. That year, we became like an old married couple that is comfy with each other. We would sometimes go out camping by ourselves in the motor home. We liked to find places where there was no one else around so we could be alone and make love to each other without fear. I decided Bob should know how to drive the motor home, just in case something should ever happen to me, he could drive us out. We would find back roads where there was no traffic, and he learned how to drive and handle the big rig while towing the pickup. He was even at that time, a safe and good driver. We were once on a back mountain road full of twists and curves, when we were passed by a Sherif's patrol car. He either didn't notice Bobby's age or thought he was driving alright, because he just kept going, maybe it was both. Before I realized it, Bob was 13 and in the 8th grade. He was still involved in a lot of clubs, and had a lot of friends. He still kept his grades up and was popular with both the teachers and other students. He tried out for the wrestling team, and made it. He didn't really have enough time for any other sports. He still worked out with his weight set, and it had paid off. He was a young Greek God! The girls started chasing him even more than they had in the 7th grade, but he wasn't interested. We were still very close, and often had sex twice a day. Often we had to settle for me just getting Bob off, but he understood that it sometimes took me days to recharge. Although he was a little disappointed when he couldn't get me off, he still enjoyed trying. He was a teen-ager, and always horny, his record was cuming five times in one day. Bob and I had always been able to talk about anything. If he thought a boy was cute, he could tell me and I wouldn't get jealous. He knew that although I thought a lot of them were cute, that didn't mean I wanted to get in their pants, and even if he thought I did want too, he knew I wouldn't. Bob had met Paul and Carl in grade school, and they were all wrestling in the 7th grade. By the 8th grade, when he would tell me something about Paul, it was somehow different. I don't think Bob realized how attracted he was to Paul at the time. Bob thought of him as a friend and thought Paul would never be the type to like guys. Even so, it was hard for me not to be a little jealous.