Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: An Old Man's Life An Old Man's Life 10 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Paul It was several months into the school year when Bob started really telling me about Paul. They had English and Math together, and they were both on the wrestling team. Hardly a day went by without Bob telling some little something about Paul. I had seen Paul at some of the practice matches over the years. He and Bob could have been brothers, except Paul was darker and had brown hair, and was an inch or two taller, but oh what a body for a 13 year old. Together, I think they were the two best looking guys in the school. I think if they were together and crooked their fingers at a group of girls, half the school would have come running. Before I ever met Paul, I knew his best friend was Carl, who was also on the wrestling team, and that they had been friends since grade school. I knew Paul was five months older than Bob. I heard about how Paul combs his hair, and how he did this and that, and how he felt about something. I knew more than I wanted too about Paul before I ever met him. One day as he was leaving school, Bob saw Paul and Carl ahead of him. He was going to speed up and ride with them, until he heard Carl raise his voice and say "fuck off man, I ain't no queer!" Paul just stopped his bike and stood there, as Carl sped away. As Bob got up to him, Paul blushed and started to ride away. Bob put his hand on Paul's handlebar and told him if he needed someone to talk to, that he knew a man that understood and could help. Paul just nodded and started to ride away. He rode a few feet before he stopped and turned to Bob asking, "Hey man, like......uh...you know,...uh...are you queer?". Bob thought of what he should answer. He thought of all the trouble Paul could make for him at school, and what it would be like to be called gay, or fag, or queer. He thought of the problems he could have in the locker room, and maybe getting kicked off the wrestling team. He thought about the trouble it could cause us. His face turned pink and he told Paul, "Uh....I...uh.., I...uh, prefer to be called gay". Bob asked Paul to come home with him, and that he would call me to come talk to him. When he called me, he told me what was going on and asked if I could come home. I told him I would be there as soon as I could, and to have Paul call home so his folks would know where he was. Bob and Paul talked a little about what it is like to be gay before I got home. Bob introduced me as his foster-father. After we had visited a while, and everyone was comfortable, I asked Paul if he wanted to tell us what had happened with Carl. He couldn't start talking, so I asked him how he felt about girls. He told us he liked girls and had been on several dates. I could see Bob wilt. I asked him if he had ever had sex. Paul said he and a girl had gone all the way when he was in the 7th grade. I asked him how he felt about it, and he said it was OK. I asked him how he felt about Carl. He told us Carl was his best friend and that they had done everything together since they were in the 4th grade. I then asked him if he had ever had sex with another guy. Paul started crying, and said that he and Carl would sometimes jack each other off, but that was all Carl wanted to do. He told us he had been thinking about what it would be like to give a guy a blowjob, and have a guy give him one. He had been having daydreams about a lot of different guys, even Bob. Bob perked up when he heard that. Paul had tried to talk Carl into their giving each other a blowjob, but Carl thought that was too queer, and that was what the fight was about. He asked Bob not to tell anyone at school that he was gay. Bob promised he wouldn't and asked Paul to keep his secrete too. I told Paul I didn't think anything he had said made him gay, just a young man trying to find himself. I told him once his dream had been fulfilled, he might never want to do it again. I let him know that a lot of men had at least one gay experience, and then happily married women and lived the rest of their lives with them. I asked what today's fight would do to his friendship with Carl, and he said he didn't know. I advised him to try and work it out with Carl, because it sounded like they had too good of a friendship to lose. Paul said he felt a lot better and shook my hand. He said he had better be going, and turned to Bob and said 'Hey man, thanks, see ya at school", as he shook his hand. How unlike young teen boys, I thought to myself as they shook. I told Paul he was welcome to come back anytime he wanted to talk. Bob and I sat and talked about Paul after he had left. Even though it broke my heart, I told Bob he could have sex with Paul if he wanted to. I asked him to promise Paul would use condoms because we couldn't trust Paul to be faithful, and if they fucked, that they both use one. Bobby said he promised they would, and that he would protect us. I also asked Bob not to use our bed. I told him not to push Paul, because he wasn't sure himself about how he felt. I told Bob I knew he felt more for Paul than Paul did for him, and that I didn't want to see him hurt. He promised he would let Paul lead the way, and that he wouldn't come on to him or suggest anything. Bob came over and put his arms around me, saying "Thank you, I know how hard it must be for you. I know I couldn't share you with someone else". I just hugged him tight to me, for the longest time. We went to the drug store and got a box of condoms that night, so he could be prepared. That night we made gentle love to each other. I felt I was losing Bob. I asked him to let me be bottom, and he was gentle and loving as he prepared me to receive him. I lay on my back and raised my legs to my chest so I could watch Bob's face as he fucked me. He gently slipped into me, and started a slow loving long dick. I reached up and lovingly caressed his cheek, as he smiled at me. We gently worked on pleasing each other for almost 20 minutes. I felt Bob tighten as he shoved deeply into me, and started emptying his love juice from his nuts. My offering started spurting out onto my stomach. We had cum too soon for me. Bob withdrew, and lovingly cleaned me up with his tongue. We drifted off to sleep holding each other, I with an empty ache inside me. The next day, when I got home from work, Bob and Paul were setting in the livingroom. As soon as I saw Paul, I was sure they had already had sex. I tried to act happy to see him, but my heart stopped. Paul was enthused and couldn't sat still. He jumped up and gave me a hug. I wasn't expecting it, and he said sorry, he was just so happy. He told me he had been waiting for me to get home so he could tell me about what happened last night. I looked over at Bob, and he gave me a sad smile and shrugged his shoulders. Paul told us he had gone over to Carl's house to try and make up. They were in Carl's bedroom talking. Carl told Paul that he couldn't give Paul a blowjob, but that if Paul wanted to give him one, he would jack Paul off. Paul agreed, and he told us it was the most satisfying experience of his life. He knew he was gay, he loved the taste and feel of a big dick in his mouth. Paul told us when he tasted Carl's cum, it was almost better than candy. Paul stayed and visited a while longer before saying goodnight. After he left, I told Bob I was sorry things hadn't worked out for him, but in my heart, I was relieved even though I felt his loss. Paul and Bob along with Carl, started spending a lot of time together. The three of them would be at one house or another doing homework or just hanging out. Often times, they would be at our house so Bob could do his chores while they visited. There was never any sex or even talk about sex while the three of them were together, but we knew Paul and Carl were keeping to their agreement with each other. Paul would give Carl a blowjob, then Carl would give Paul a hand job. Paul hadn't ever told Carl that Bob was gay. Paul and Bob would talk about sex when Carl wasn't around, and Paul asked Bob to show him the photos in the newsgroup we had found on the web. Paul was soon trying to find out who Bob was having sex with, and what we did together. Bob just told Paul it was someone that didn't go to their school, but he wouldn't say anymore except to tell him what the different acts felt like. One day, Bob's right hand was near my left hand when Paul noticed our rings were alike. He said, "It's you, it all makes sense now. That why I've never seen Bob with anyone else." We admitted our relationship to Paul, and asked that he promise not to tell anyone. He promised he wouldn't ever say anything. It was nice our not having to act straight around him anymore, because he was spending so much time at our house. Bob and I felt free to kiss and touch in front of Paul, but nothing more ever happened in front of him. We did nothing he wouldn't see his mother and father do. I started noticing his eyes following Bob around and he sometime gave him a look of longing. Bob admitted to me he was a little jealous of the looks he saw Paul giving me when he thought I wasn't looking, but we never said anything to Paul about it. Shortly before the end of the school year, Carl found a girlfriend, and started spending less and less time with Bob and Paul. About 7pm one Sunday night, the phone rang and Bob answered. He started crying, and waving at me to get on the phone. With my heart in my throat, I grabbed up the phone in the bedroom. It was Paul and he was hysterical. He kept saying over and over that he was sorry and he had his dad's gun and was going to kill himself because he couldn't live with himself after telling on us. I tried to calm him down and find out what had happened, but I wasn't doing any good, he kept telling us we had to runaway. I told Bob to keep talking to him, and ran out to the pickup. It was only about five blocks to Paul's house, so it didn't take me long. I ran up the walk and hit the door bell. Without waiting, I opened the door and ran in. Paul's older brother, his sister and his Mom and Dad were setting there talking. I ran past them towards Paul's room, telling them he had a gun. They all rushed up behind me. The door to Paul's room was locked. We all started trying to talk to him at the same time. I got louder, trying to make sure he knew I was there. We heard Paul scream, "Go Away! Just Go Away And Leave Me Alone!". I called out to him, "Paul, it's Matt. Please let me talk to you." We could hear Paul crying hard as he answered, "I can't face you after what I've done." I called out, "Please Paul unlock the door and let me talk to you, I don't want you to do this". "Make them stay the fuck out, and I'll let only you in." I looked at his mom and dad, and they nodded to me. "Ok Paul, they won't come in." I heard the door unlock, and when I opened it Paul was back by his bed with the phone to his ear, and the gun hanging down in his hand at his side. I left the door open and Paul's family stayed in the hall. I asked Paul to give me the gun. He said, "no." I asked if I could talk to Bob, and he handed me the phone. I just said "get over here", and hung up the phone. I asked Paul what had happened, and he told me his dad had been ragging him about being so happy lately. He had asked him if he had found a girlfriend now that Carl had one, and if he was getting a little now. Paul thought it would be as good a time as any to tell him he was gay. He said his dad looked at him shocked, and asked if it was Bob. Paul told him he wished it was, because he loved us, but that Bob and I were married and faithful to each other. As soon as he realized what he had said, he wanted to die. He ran to his dad's room and got the gun, but couldn't use it until he told us what he had done and that he was sorry. He wanted to give us time to runaway. Bob had gotten there as Paul was telling his story, and had slipped into the room standing beside me. We went over to Paul and just hugged him. He hugged us back and started sobbing on my shoulder. I reached out and took the gun as he let it slip from his hand. Paul looked at us and said, "I'm sorry I fucked everything up for you. I love you both so much, and I wanted you guys to love me the way you do each other." I told him everything would be alright. "But they'll tell and you'll fucking go to jail." "Your folks love you Paul, and anything they do is what they think is best to protect you and Bob. Just as Bob and I try to protect each other. I don't want to go to jail, but I can handle anything they do to me as long as you and Bob are OK, and if I do go to jail, Bob will need you." Bob looked at Paul and said, "I was going to kill myself unless Matt let me live with him, and I know I would have. But that was different. I was gay and 10 years old, and no one loved me or wanted me. My mother had kicked me out of the house, and I had no where to go. Until I met Matt, the men in my life just wanted to use me to satisfy their own sexual urges. No one really cared about ME, until I found Matt. I had already been through the child welfare system and the mental hospital and knew I couldn't survive it again. But you have a family that loves you. I love you. I've been hoping you would someday love me." Paul looked at Bob surprised, "Shit! I do love you man, but I thought you loved Matt and was faithful to him." Bob looked a little confused, and answered, "I do love Matt, and we are faithful to each other, and I want to stay married to him, but I want you too." "You have to promise you'll never try to hurt yourself again, no matter what happens", I told Paul. "Please promise!" cried Bob, "I couldn't stand to lose you like that!" "Ok, for you guys, I promise." Paul sniffled. Paul looked at his parents, and pleaded, "You have to understand! They love each other, and their married just like you guys are." I looked at Paul, and told him, "No Paul, it's not the same. You are one of the few people in the world that will recognize and respect our marriage. Your mom and dad are married in the eyes of the whole world, and recognized by law. Our marriage is against the law everywhere in the world. I know Bob is too young to be married, so his vows to me will let him end it anytime he wants. Only my vows to him are for the rest of my life, and can't be broken." I told Paul if he was OK now, we should go to the livingroom where everyone could set down and talk. I told him It was time for Bob and I to explain to him about our life together, and his folks needed to hear it too. Paul led the way to the livingroom, with each of his family touching him and telling him they loved him. I handed the gun to his father as I came up to him. Everyone went to the livingroom, but Bob said he needed to use the bathroom. Then some of the tension left the room, and everyone decided to make a bathroom stop and get something to drink. After everyone settled back down in the livingroom, Bob and I told our story. Everything about Bob's early life, how his father had used him, to how he felt he couldn't give up sex. We told them about the conflicts I had with myself, and what our feeling were for each other. I explained what our vows to each other were, and that mine to Bob were for the rest of my life, but that his to me were only until he found his life mate, or until he was 18. I explained how I would treat Bob as my son, if he took his ring off. I told Paul that while I loved Bob and still wanted him, I would step aside if they wanted to explore their relationship together. I told Paul that I knew Bob was in love with him and wanted to have sex with him from the first day Bob brought him home. I even told him that I had released Bob from his vow and given my permission to Bob for them to have sex, and that sex might be all Paul really wanted. Bob told us that while he loved Paul, he couldn't give me up either. He wanted us both. Paul told us that he loved us both, and wanted both of us also. I could see that didn't set too well with Paul's folks. Nor was I very comfortable with it. I told Paul that I thought he wasn't sure yet about a lot of things in his own mind. I said I felt he hadn't had enough experience to be sure if he really was gay, or if he loved Bob, or if he was just sexually attracted to him, or if he loved him enough to want to spend his life with him. I told him that while I did care for him a great deal, I couldn't ever have sex with him because my vows to Bob excluded everyone else. Bob quickly said he released me from that vow as long as it was with Paul. Paul told us he wanted to have sex, but that was only part of it. He said he loved us but just couldn't explain it well. Paul's dad spoke up and said that it was all just too much for him to take in right now. He said that everyone should take a few days and figure out what was going on and what was best to do. He told Paul that he wouldn't forbid him right then to see us, but asked that nothing be taken any further for the time being. He told Paul that he didn't think he was gay, but just a bit confused. It was just his wanting to be a part of what Bob and I had, that was making him think he might be gay. His father reminded Paul that he had been on several dates with girls. That's when Paul admitted he had been having sex with Carl for a long time, and knew he was gay. It was too much for Paul's father, and he broke down and cried. I promised Paul's parents they didn't have to worry about anything happening between me and Paul. Paul's family said that while they couldn't approve of Bob's and my relationship, that they wouldn't report us. Bob and I got up and went home.