Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: An Old Man's Life An Old Man's Life 12 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Falling In Love Again Paul was given permission to go over to our house until midnight. It was almost 9pm, and Bob didn't want to waste anymore time. Bob jumped up and shook Paul's father's hand and said thank you, sir. He turned to his mother, and stuck out his hand, but she reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Please don't hurt my boy" she pleaded. Bob nodded. Paul's mother and father shook my hand. Paul was a little shy when we got home. I told him and Bob that I thought they needed to see where their relationship was before I became involved in it. Paul looked at me with a pleading look, and said, "But I love you too, and I need you." I told him I knew, but that I wasn't sure if I was ready. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and then blushed. I told them that if they wanted to have sex that night, they better get started or it would be time for Paul to go home before they could do anything. They started down the hallway, with Bob bashfully leading the way. They went into the bedroom we had setup for Bob, and closed the door. My heart broke, and I couldn't stop the tears. The door opened two or three minutes later, and I saw Bob's beautiful naked bubble butt as he slipped into our room. In just a moment, he went back into the bedroom, and shut the door. I went to our room, and laid down. Our bed still held the scent of my Bob. I hugged Bob's pillow to me, inhaling his smell. I could hear the sounds of their joy coming through the thin wall, as I lay there silently crying. About 30 minutes later, Bob came back into the bedroom. He was naked, with all 6 inches of his hard-on proudly leading the way. He looked thrilled and so happy, and I did my best to smile. He said they needed some more condoms, then notices my red eyes, and that I had been crying. Bob laid down beside me, and hugging and kissing me, tells me Paul won't change anything between us. I asked him if Paul was the one. He just said, "yes". I told him I was happy for him, and that it was what I always really wanted for him. I looked up, and Paul was standing at the door. He was beautiful, and I once again couldn't stop the silent tears. I never thought a 14 year old could be hung that big. He had to have almost 8 inches of thick cut meat, hard but so thick and heavy it pointed down. He was looking at Bob and me with a longing, and pleading expression on his face. I motioned him over to the bed. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Please don't cry, Matt". I asked Paul if Bob had been all he had hoped. All he could say was "More." He paused a moment thinking then continued, "I never felt like that with Carl. I don't mean just getting a blowjob, when I gave Bob one, I felt almost complete, but we were missing you." Paul looked at me as he placed his hand on my chest and begged me with tears in his own eyes, "Please, don't cry. I don't want to take Bob away from you, I want us all to be together. Please, can't we be a family?" I reached up and pulled him down so he was laying beside me. And we hugged. Bob was on one side of me, and Paul was on the other. "I'm way too old for you and Bob. I'm old enough to be your grandfather. There's just too many problems, too many things against us. For one, I just can't keep up with you guys. Besides, you have a family that loves you, and you love them. Their not going to let you live with us." "I know we can't live together, but I still need you to be my family too. As for how old you are, Bob told me a long time ago that you guys had limitations about what you could do. I don't care. I love you and I need you to share your love with me." I started to pull him to me for a kiss, and he pulled back a little and said, "Get rid of those damn falsies." I reached up and took out my dentures, and barely had them out of my mouth when Paul's lips crushed against mine. His tongue was trying to rape my mouth, and force my lips apart. I opened my mouth as his tongue slipped in. I reached over and rubbed his chest with one hand as I pulled him to me with the other. I felt him running his tongue across my gums. He stiffened and broke our kiss as he moaned, "Oooh Shiiiiit!". His spunk started shooting across my stomach and thigh, soaking my pants and shirt. He looked ashamed of himself and said he was sorry. I told him it was the nicest compliment he could give me, and it let me know he really wanted me. I asked Bob if he was really OK with our sharing each other, as I made up my mind to accept Paul as my lover. Bob just smiled his beautiful loving smile and kissed me with a long passionate kiss. Bob said Paul wasn't sure if he was ready for fucking yet, and wanted to know if he could watch us. I was a little embarrassed, but Paul was one of us now, and I said yes. I told Bob I wanted to be bottom this time, and he said OK. I got undressed as Paul watched my every move. Bob got the Vaseline, and I lifted my legs to my chest. Bob gently applied the lube, while Paul watched and smiled at us, checking first Bob's face, then my expression. Bob worked the lube in my hole, going up to the second joint of his finger. I told him to make sure and lube me up well. He put another big gob of Vaseline on his finger, and worked it in as far as he could reach. I lowered my legs as I reached for the Vaseline, and Bob moved in closer so I could put the lube on his dick. I put it on kind of heavy because I was thinking Paul might want to fuck me next. I lifted my legs and Bob moved into position. He lined his dick up with my hole, and started gently pushing in as I pushed out. He had no trouble slipping in, and he slowly bottomed out. He just rested there a moment, and when we looked at Paul, the look on his face was priceless. Bob tried to long dick me, but he was too hot and excited. He started pumping faster and faster. I was so hard, I needed relief. I told Bob to move to where Paul could suck me off at the same time. I adjusted my legs so Paul could get to me, and I pulled Paul's head toward my throbbing hard dick, sighing as his mouth took it in. I was in heaven. This was what was meant to be. My lover was deep inside me, and my other lover was on my dick. How could it get any better? Bob pushed hard against me, as his seed went deep into my body. I could feel the hot hard splashes as he groaned and erupted. His cuming made me start shooting my load into Paul's mouth, and Paul started sucking harder as he gulped my cum down his throat. Paul kept sucking and licking until I had nothing left to give. He then let my now soft dick slip from his mouth. Bob pulled out of me, and laid beside me, giving me a kiss. I pulled Paul up to my lips and we kissed. I could taste my cum in Paul's mouth. Paul reached across me and kissed Bob. Bob smiled at him and said, "You see? I told you he tasted different then me, but still good." I goosed them both a little in the ribs, and said "So you two have been talking about what it's like to have sex with an old man have you. I feel I've been setup." They both giggled a little and snuggled in a little closer. I could feel Paul's big rod against my thigh, and it was as hard as steel. I looked over at him and asked if he wanted to fuck me too. Paul's face lite up and he asked, "Like....Can I? Your not...like.. too tired?" I told him I wasn't too tired for him. He asked, "Where are the condoms? Bob told me I had to use one to protect you guys." I told him he didn't have to use them as long as he stayed faithful to us. Bob pouted a little and said, "That's no fair, I didn't get to taste Paul." I told him I was sorry, but that he could taste him later. Bob smiled and asked, "twice?". I said "OK, a hundred times if you want.", as I lovingly kissed him. Paul grabbed the Vaseline and handed it to me. I started putting it on him, and told him he was going to have to go in really slow, and stop if I told he to, until I got use to his size. I told him Bob and I had never had anything that big in us. He seemed a little concerned, and I told him it would be Ok, but that his dick had better stop growing. Paul was already so thick I couldn't wrap my hand around him and touch my thumb and forefinger together, and I have big hands. Paul asked if he should put some more lube on me, and I told him I thought I had enough. I lifted my legs for him, and Paul slid around to line up. He looked at me and exclaimed, "Your still open!" I told him I took a while to close, but that would make it easier for him to get in. He started pushing in, as I pushed out. I could feel myself stretching to let him in. I told him to push a little harder, but to go slow. He slipped in, and I told him to rest there for a moment. The pain wasn't that bad, but I had never hurt at all with Bob. I was getting to feel a little of what it was like when I entered Bobby when he was younger. It didn't take long for me to get used to him, and I told him he could go deeper. He slowly pushed in until his dick was totally encased by my body. His dick was farther into me than Bob had ever been able to reach, and I felt so full. He groaned and said he didn't know it could feel so good. He started humping into me real fast, the sweat breaking out on his forehead. It only took a few minutes before he let out a loud moan and started delivering his seed to my body. It was the third time he had cum in only a couple of hours, but I still felt five or six shots as he ejaculated his sperm. He fell onto my chest, still impelling me with his dick, as he started coming back from his climax. Bob and I lay petting his head and back as he recovered, and I felt his dick going limp inside me. When he had recovered a little, I told him my legs were starting to cramp, and that I would have to put them down. He withdrew from me with a little pop as his tool came free. I knew he was going to be a great top fuck once he had a little practice, and learned how to control himself. Bob asked me how it was, and I told him great. Just a little big. Paul said I was great too, and he knew now why guys liked ass fucking. I looked at the clock, and it was already a little after 11pm. I told the guys we had better get Paul cleaned up, because we didn't want him to be late the first night. We got up, and I grabbed my dirty shirt so I wouldn't drip on the carpet. They had shot so much, that Paul's and Bob's cum was running down my leg. We all squeezed into the shower, but it was soon apparent that we would never get clean that way. The water would only hit the person right in front of the spray, and we couldn't get around each other to get wet. I rinsed off real quick, and let my young men take a shower together. After they had played a little, I told them they better hurry as it was getting late. I watched through the glass door as Bob gave Paul a blowjob. Bob had finally gotten to taste him as Paul came for the fourth time that night. They got out, and wanted to dry each other off, but I told them we were running out of time. They did dry each other, but did a fast job. I slipped on a pair of pants, while Bob and Paul got dressed. Bob said he wanted to walk Paul home. It was nearing midnight when I got them to the front door, Paul kissed me goodnight, and they were gone. Once I was alone, I started wondering what I had gotten myself into. Now I was involved not only with a 13 year old, but with a 14 year old as well. There was no way I would ever be able to explain that to anyone. Bob was only gone a few minutes, and it was just a minute or two before midnight when he came back in. We made small talk as we changed the sheets on our bed. We got undressed and turned out the light. As we crawled into our king size bed, we snuggled together, I was spooned into Bob's back, but something seemed to be missing. I asked Bob, "Do you already miss him too?" and there was a quite "yes". He turned over to me, and I gave him a blowjob, before we drifted off to sleep. I took the next day off, because I wanted to be with Bob and Paul. Bob woke up with his usual hard-on, and I even had one that morning. Bob had his mouth moving towards my dick, when I told him we should save it until Paul got there. I told him I would get him off, but he decided to wait also. Paul came over about 8:30, and hadn't even had breakfast. He said he woke up, slipped on his pants and tee shirt, jammed his feet in his shoes, and ran all the way. Paul burst in the door, grabbing Bob in a bear hug, swinging him around, before putting him back on his feet. He then grabbed me. Paul's stronger then you might think, but he couldn't quite lift my 200 pounds. He tried, but instead stuck his fingers in my mouth, trying to remove my uppers. I pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and showed him how to break the suction. Paul took out my 'falsies, as he calls them, and crushed his lips to mine. His tongue was trying to reach down my throat, trying to devour me. I pushed into his mouth, hungry for him. I broke our kiss, and whispered in his ear, "Bob needs you." Paul held out his hand to Bob, and Bob rushed to us, grabbing us both in a hug. Paul started frenching Bob, while holding me tight to them. Before I knew what was happening, both Bob and Paul had their tongues trying to get in my mouth. It was wild. "Can we go to the bedroom?", asked Paul. Bob was pulling him down the hallway before Paul could get his feet moving. They all but ran to the bedroom. By the time I got there, Bob had Paul's shirt off, and was working on his pants. Paul was hurriedly slipping off his shoes. He wasn't wearing any socks, he had left home too fast. Paul stepped out of his pants and underwear, as he started getting Bob naked. Bob's clothes were coming off so fast, I wouldn't have been surprised to hear a rip. As soon as Bob was stripped, they turned to me. I admit, I enjoyed their hands on my body, caressing everywhere, as my clothes came off. Once we were all nude, no one knew who to love on first. I told Paul and Bob they should go first, as they could recover and be ready for more before I could. Bob said he wanted Paul to fuck him, that he needed to feel that big dick in him. I showed Paul how to lube Bob's love hole, and stretch and relax it open. I put the lube on Paul's dick, and I admit I played with it a lot more then needed to just apply the Vaseline. Bob lifted his legs to his chest, exposing his beautiful rosebud to us. I watched them as Paul alined his dick, and slowly started pushing in. Bob's face clouded with pain, and Paul started to pull back. Bob told him "No. Just wait a minute". "He wants you to do this" I told Paul. "He needs for you to do it." Paul nodded, and waited until Bob told him to push in some more. Paul bottomed out, and waited for Bob to tell him he was ok. I could tell Paul's lust was fighting a battle with his concern for Bob. His concern won. He was gentle when Bob told him to start pumping. Paul started taking short strokes, and I told him to pull out until just the head of his dick was in Bob, and then go all the way back in. He started long dicking, and with him it was long dicking. Bob let out a contented "mmmmmm" as he pulled Paul's mouth to his own, for a long deep kiss. Their need for each other was great, and they only lasted about 10 minutes. Paul sped up just a little, on each inward stroke, and they were both groaning from deep inside themselves. I could tell Bob was close. He started his special grunting that he does just before he shoots. His dick hadn't been touched, but I know how much pressure Paul's fat dick put on my prostate, even when it was empty. Being smaller, I could only imagine the pressure on Bob's. Bob tensed and yelled, "Oh, OH, OOOH, M-a-nnnnn", as his spunk shot out hitting his chin. The second shot hit near his nipples, while the rest pooled in his navel. I had never seen Bob shoot so much or so far. His body was convulsing with a hard spasm, as he panted trying to get a breath. "B-O-B", Paul moaned. He appeared to be possessed as he shoved deep into Bob with his need pouring out as his cum exited his body, being replaced with the satisfaction of possessing a person he loves. Bob bore Paul's weight as they limply clung together. I lay close to them, stroking their hair as they recovered from what I knew had been a very special love making. After they had rested a while, they went to take a shower together. Paul had to be home by 5, so we spent the time in bed, getting up only to eat some cold cereal, and then later sandwiches for lunch. Paul told us he wanted to try being fucked, but was afraid. We told him we could wait until he was ready, that he should never do anything he wasn't ready for. "Besides, we both like for you to fuck us" I told him. "I want to try. Will you guys promise to stop if I tell you to?" We promised him we would, and I asked him who he wanted to be his first. "I can't choose between you, you guys will have to decide." Bob spoke up, "Matt gave me my first Blowjob, and that will always be special to me. I was his first for everything, and I know that was special for him. He should be your first." "I gave Paul his first fuck" I reminded Bob. "That's alright, you should be his first.", Bob told me. Bob told Paul to go to the bathroom and see if he needed to get rid of anything. Bob went with him, and explained about relaxing and pushing out as he is entered. Paul washed himself, and they returned to the bedroom. Bob started applying the Vaseline to Paul, gently talking to him, as he told him what to expect. "Even if it hurts at first, the pain won't last too long. Once Matt starts moving inside you, the feelings are great. There's just no way to describe it, but I love it. The secrete is to relax. Just relax and enjoy it." Bob was inserting a second finger into Paul's rectum, stretching and relaxing the muscle. He was kissing Paul's butt cheek as he slipped a third finger into him. Paul was relaxed and enjoying the fingers working in him, so I put the lube on my dick, getting ready to enter him. Bob moved to the side, as I lined my dickhead up with Bob's fingers, I started gently pushing in as Bob slid his fingers out over the head of my dick. Without hardly any pressure, I was inside. I watched Paul's face for any sign of pain, but couldn't see any. I slowly entered him until my nuts hit his butt. "Is there any pain?" I asked. "No. It feels so good. I feel so full." I started long dicking him, slowly working back and forth. He fit my dick like a finger inside a good driving glove, tight but comfortable. His insides are smooth and silky, hot and moist. I tried to hit his prostate with each stroke. Paul would grunt a low "ugh", each time I pushed past his prostate, and there would be a sharp breath as I scraped it with the ridge of my dick, coming out. Bob leaned over, and started kissing Paul. They frenched for about five minutes as I kept humping into Paul, as he would push his butt up to meet my downward strokes. We had been working about 15 minutes, when Bob reached down and started stroking Paul's hard tool. Paul was moaning low, and his breathing was getting shallow and fast. "Go faster Matt, faster." We sped up, trying to get back in sync with the other's timing. Soon, all I could do was take short fast strokes, as I felt my nuts getting tight and ready to expel their load. "Oh, Paul, I can't hold out much longer!" "Give me your cum. Come on Matt, let me feel you shooting. Come on Baby, I want it!" I felt Paul's muscle tighten around my dick, and I knew he was going to shoot. I had to push hard into him. "OOOOOOH!" I cried as my climax peaked and I was filling my lover with what he wanted. Paul was groaning and pumping out his seed onto his chest. We rested a moment, with Bob kissing each of us, and cleaning Paul of cum with his tongue. I started withdrawing as my dick went limp. After I was out, Paul said, "I feel so empty there. Please Bob, fill my empty spot." Bob quickly spread some lube on his dick, and entered Paul. Bob made no pretense of going slow. He was like a buck rabbit, fucking fast and deep into Paul, grunting an moaning the whole time. Bob lasted about 10 minutes, before he tensed and started delivering his spunk to our lover. Paul moaned, "Oh, fucking yes" as his limp dick oozed out his cum. Paul reached for my dick, stroking it and fondling my nuts as he told me, "That was like totally rad, but I still want more". "He's insatiable" I told Bob. "We've created a sex monster! He's going to try to spend the rest of his life on his back, with our dicks up his ass!" I exclaimed. Bob and Paul both started laughing as Bob replied, "It will sure be fun trying to tame the wild beast." I was hard again, so I slipped back into Paul, wanting to give him what he desired. I humped into him for about 20 minutes before I lost my erection, and Bob took back over. Bob cum yet again. We were all worn out, and through with sex. At least for few hours. Bob and Paul were able to spend the biggest part of each day together that summer. It wasn't too long before Paul had learned how to control himself, and he was a fantastic top man. The only problem was that he preferred to be a bottom too. It all worked out though. Everyone loved the others so we all wanted the others to be happy too. Bob and Paul got in so much practice, I sometimes wondered how they kept from wearing the hide off their dicks, or having their nuts just shrivel and dry up in protest. Not that they were ignoring me, they both kept me well drained. But then they were teenagers, and it didn't take them long to recuperate and recharge. Anywhere from 10 minutes to half an hour would usually do before they were ready for the second or third time. I bet they each shot at least a gallon of cum over the next few weeks. They were both hungry and thirsty all the time. One morning as we were laying in bed, Bob was gently humping against my thigh with his morning hard on. He didn't really want sex right then, he just wanted to be close. He asked me if I could take some time off. I told him I probably could and asked why. He said we hadn't taken Paul on a honeymoon yet, and that he would like for us to take Paul to Six Flags Over Texas. I kissed him and said we would set a date, and see if it was alright with Paul's parents that he go with us. Of course, we didn't tell them it was to be a honeymoon. They said he could go if we set another date, as they were planning a vacation at the same time, and wanted Paul to go with them too. We asked about the week after they got back, and they said that would be fine. They were planning to be gone two weeks, and Paul wanted to fill up on sex (more?) before he went. The day before he was to leave, I don't think the bed stopped squeaking for more than 45 minutes at a time. It kept up until none of us could get it up anymore. I told Paul it would take me at least two weeks just to recuperate. He said that was what he was trying for, if he couldn't get any for two weeks, then we could suffer right along with him. Bob and I both missed Paul the two weeks he was gone, but I think Bob missed him more. They were used to spending most of the day together, and Bob had a hard time keeping himself busy. Paul did call (collect, until I gave him a phone card) every night, and we would talk for 10 or 15 minutes. We didn't talk longer, because he usually had someone in the room with him, and he couldn't say what he really wanted to say. We would tease him a little, and tell him how much we missed his big dick up our asses, and how horny we were for him. All he could answer would be "me too". One night though, he was able to be alone, and he really told us about it. He told us it's hard to hide a thick 8 inch hard-on and act normal, and that we were making him so horny he had one most of the time. He told us he was spending so much time in the bathroom jacking off, his family was starting to ask if he was sick, and his Dad even asked if he had gotten his plumbing messed up and if he needed to see a doctor. Paul said he had to admit to his Dad what he was doing, or his dad was going to make him go see a doctor, and that was embarrassing. We told him we were sorry and that we wouldn't tease him anymore. A few days before they were to start home, Paul told us one of his 21 year old cousins had come out to the family that he was gay. Paul told him he was gay too, but asked him not to tell anyone else yet, because even though his parents and his brother and sister knew, he wasn't ready to face the rest of the family. His cousin asked Paul if he would like to have sex with him. Paul told him that he had two lovers and that we were a family, faithful to each other. His cousin asked Paul to tell him about us, and Paul said he wasn't ready to talk about us. He asked Paul what we did, if we just jacked each other off or what. Paul told him "everything". He asked Paul if we sucked each other. Paul answered, "yes, we like everything." His cousin asked him if he swallows our cum, and Paul told him he loves the taste of us. He then asked if we fucked. Paul answered yes. He asked Paul if he had ever had a nice hard cock up his ass chute, and Paul told him often, and that he loved to have both of us fuck him, one right after the other, over and over, for as long as we could hold out. Paul told us they both had a hard-on by then, and he was very tempted to take his cousin up on his offer of sex, but he loved us enough to stay faithful. He informed us we owed him, and we better both have our pants off and our legs up when he got home, so he could show us how much he loved us. We told him to just let us know what time he would be home. Paul called us the night before they left to come home. He said they were planning on leaving early in the morning, but he didn't know what time. I told him to call me at work when they got to Oklahoma City, so I could have time to finish anything I was working on and be home when he got there. He said he would. Paul called a little after 4pm. I asked if he would be able to come home as soon as they got back. He said he thought he would. I was alone, so I kissed him through the phone and told him to hurry. I called Bob and let him know Paul had called, then told the lady that worked for me that I was taking the rest of the day off. When I got home, Bob had the house cleaned up, supper ready to where all we had to do was warm it up, and clean sheets on the bed. We sat and talked, then tried to watch some T.V., but we were on pins and needles. About an hour before we expected Paul, we undressed. We each took an enema and cleaned up. I put lube up Bob's love chute, and he put lube up mine. Then we waited for Paul. Bob and I had talked about meeting him on the living room floor, but we were afraid someone might see us through the open door. We decided it was best to wait for him in the bedroom. Paul has his own house key, so we were going to let him let himself in. We turned off all the lights, lite some candles and waited. We both wanted to be hard when Paul came in, so we petted and loved on each other but made sure we didn't come close to cuming. It seemed like forever, but we heard the front door open about 15 minutes after the earliest time we expected him. He called out our names, but we stayed quite. We checked each other to make sure we were both still hard and ready, then lifted up our legs to our chests. Paul called out again, but we could hear he was in the hallway. Then he stood at the bedroom door. Bob and I together said, "Hello, lover. We're ready as you ordered". We all started laughing, as Paul jumped on the bed grabbing us both. We wrestled around a bit before settling down to kissing and hugging. Bob started taking off Paul's shirt as I started on his shoes. I just barely got his shoes and socks off before his pants were coming down. Precum had made a large wet spot on his tented out jockeys. Bob leaned over and started kissing and licking the pre-cum from his dick head that was poking above the band of his jockeys. I playfully shoved Bob away, and started doing the same. Bob playfully shoved me back out of the way and went back to Paul's crotch. Paul spoke up and said, "Guys, Guys, there is enough for you both.". "Alright," I said, "who's first"? "That's too fucking hard. I can't ever chose between you guys" Paul said. "We'll flip for it" suggested Bob. I nodded OK. Bob got a quarter, and said, "Heads I win, Tails you lose. OK?" (What do you expect from a teenager?) I told him he had it backwards that it was heads I win, tails he loses. Paul took the quarter and said Bob was heads and I was tails. I wiggled mine at him and said "I know". I reached over and grabbed Paul's dick head saying, "This is the head I want." He flipped the coin and let it land on the bed. It was tails. Bob playfully pouted at me and said, "You better leave me some". I looked over at him and smirked, "Maybe". Bob put the lube on Paul's dick as I lay down on my back and lifted my legs. Paul got into position. He started lining his dick up to my love chute, and I started wiggling my butt. He playfully slapped my butt cheek and said if I did that he would shoot before he could even get in. I felt his big dick pressing against my opening, and I relaxed and started pressing out. I was used to the size of Paul's dick by now, and we didn't have a lot of trouble getting in. I had to moan as his big red dickhead pressed past my prostate. Paul tried to long dick me, but it didn't last but a stroke or two. He started groaning and pounding my ass fast and hard, in just a few moments, his dick was like a piston in an engine, he started short moaning and grunting noises so fast and loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear. It all lasted just a minute. "UGH-UGH-OH-UGH-OOH-UGH-UGH-OOOH-MAAAAAT!" He shoved so hard into me that I was pushed up against the headboard as his climax went on and on. I was sure I was going to be bruised, and have to walk funny for a week. Paul just collapsed on top of me, gone completely limp. There I lay with my butt up in the air and my legs pushed against my shoulders, still impelled by my lover's big dick, and with a 145 pounds of dead weight on top of me, as Paul lay sobbing between breaths. I put my arms around him and hugged him to me, while Bob moved over and hugged us both. It didn't take Paul too long to recover enough to withdraw his dick and roll to the side. He lay there panting and sobbing a moment and then looked at me with concern in his tear filled eyes and asked if he had hurt me. I told him I might be sore later, but that it was alright, as I smoothed his hair. He kissed me and then turned to Bob and kissed him. He hugged both of us tight to him and told us that he knew he had missed us and needed us, but that he hadn't realized how much until just now. With tears in his eyes, he sobbed, "I love you both more than I realized, and it's NOT just for sex. I was tempted to fuck around while I was gone, but I couldn't. I just couldn't cheat. I love you too much, so much I don't even know how the fuck to tell you. I know there is no one else in this damn world for me but you guys". Bob and I kissed and hugged him and said we knew what he meant, that we felt the same way. We lay just holding each other as emotions calmed. Paul asked Bob to spoon his back into Paul's chest, and then asked me to fuck him. I lay on my side and worked lube up him, then put it on my dick. Paul had put just the head of his dick in Bob, and I bottomed out in Paul, so he could control all three of us. As Paul withdrew from me, he would force himself into Bob. This time, Paul was able to set a slow rhythm that he maintained. Each time he thrust forward, he would hit Bob's prostate. As he withdrew from Bob, my dick would hit his. We were able to keep the slow fuck going for about 15 minutes, before Bob started climaxing. His spasm set Paul off, and as he started emptying into Bob, he set me off and I drilled into him as far as I could and splashed my life force into him. We lay just hugging each other from the back, the three of us still joined together into one body. I seemed to be able to feel Bob's love flowing from his body, into Paul's body, and from Paul to me. After we had rested, Bob asked if anyone was ready for supper. We both said we could stand to eat a little something, and got up to take our showers. Paul wanted to shower with both Bob and I, so I let Bob go first since I had gone first to get fucked. I asked Paul if he could spend the night, but he said his folks had told him to be home by 1am. We took our honeymoon to Six Flags, and had a great time. Bob and Paul tried to ride every ride at least 3 times. Bob wanted to see the old mobile home park, so we decided to spend a night or two there. We were able to get the same space I had when we met. As we were registering, I asked the owner about Bob's mother, telling him I had met her on my last stay. He said yes, he remembered That One. They ran off owing a month's rent, and that he had to make two trips to the dump with junk they left. Took him two days to clean the mobile home so it could be rented. We hooked up the utilities, and then Bob wanted Paul to walk around with him. He told Paul about learning to ride a bike on this driveway, and how when he was little, he would play over there. They spent about an hour wandering around letting Bob remember and share, but the park had changed. There was a family living in Bob's old mobile home that must have had 16 kids, all under 12, and it seemed most of the others had kids living there. Bob told us he was ready to leave anytime we were. The old park didn't hold anything for him except the memories of our meeting, and since he had me, he didn't need to be at the park to have them. We decided we would leave early the next morning and head back toward home and just camp out for the rest of our vacation. That night, Bob was telling Paul about the first time Bob and I had made love, and about his first blowjob. As he was telling about it, he decided to demonstrate to Paul what happened. He got in Paul's lap and started unbuttoning his shirt as he french kissed him. He told about pulling me to my feet as he demonstrated it to Paul, and unhooked his belt. Bob sank to his knees as he slowly unfastened Paul's pants and let them drop to the floor. He slowly hooked his thumbs into the sides of Paul's jockeys, and slid them down to his ankles, as he told Paul that I too had a big spot of pre-cum on mine. He placed his hands on each of Paul's butt cheeks and pulled Paul's pelvis to him, as he sank his nose into Paul's pubic hair and inhaled deeply. Bob lifted Paul's big hard dick up nearly to his stomach, and told Paul mine had been pointing up about like that. He started licking and kissing Paul's nuts, and after working a while on them, Bob slipped Paul's hard dick into his mouth. I spoke up and told Bob I didn't remember his giving me a blowjob at that point. He looked at me and said, "Just because you made me stop before I got that far, doesn't mean I didn't want too!" He let go Paul's dick,lovingly pushed him back down on the couch, and started taking off his shoes and socks. Bob lifted each of Paul's feet and slipped his pants and underwear off. I took over telling the story at that point, and told Paul about how I had pulled Bob's shirt off. Paul started slipping Bob's shirt off as I described about how thrilled I was as each part of his perfect body was revealed to me for the first time as my lover. I told about the deep emotion I felt as I realized Bob was giving me his perfect body because he loved ME, and he wanted ME. I told them about the pounding of my heart as Bob's small nipples appeared, and the trembling in my hands as I undid his belt. I tried to explain how I felt as Bob's beautiful little dick appeared as I slowly pulled down his pants and underwear. I told about how perfect his whole body was to me, and how it felt for me to know that Bob wanted me to have his love and his body. I told Paul how I felt gazing at Bob's wonderful little dick, how I was drawn to kiss the head, and how I had to have it in my mouth. Paul had sucked Bob's hard rod into his mouth and was working on it full of loving lust. I told Paul I had slipped my hand to Bob's nuts, and had for the first time enjoyed feeling another male. Bob didn't last much longer with Paul, then he had the first time with me. It was only a few minutes before Bob was emptying his seed into Paul's mouth. I told Paul I had sat Bob on my lap and removed his shoes and socks as he recovered, getting him completely naked. Paul did everything I described, and his face showed the wonder of love. After he had recovered, Bob demonstrated to Paul, how he had given me my first fuck. None of us could hold out for long that night. In less the five minuets, Bob was pumping his sperm onto Paul's chest, as Paul was spurting his inside Bob. I cleaned Paul with my tongue as my men relaxed. After they had both recovered and were ready for more, I got on my hands and knees. Bob slowly fucked me as Paul and I took each other in our mouths in a 69 position. I'm afraid I didn't last long at all, I don't think it was more that a minute before I was shooting everything I had into Paul's sucking mouth. I was just too hot, and too full of love for my young men. Bob lasted only a little longer, before he emptied into me, and Paul was not far behind. I was being flooded from both ends. I felt Paul's and Bob's offerings had to be meeting in the center of my body, splashing together and mixing, just as our love for each other mixed and blended. We had so much sex on that trip, that by night time every night, I was always totally drained and couldn't get up anymore. I had to leave cuming to the younger men, but I was still able to get them off one way or another. Before we knew it summer was over, Bob had turned 14, and Paul and I gave him a copy of C++ (a computer programing language) for his birthday. The guys started the 9th grade. Bob and Paul's coach told them he expected them on the wrestling team again. They both did real well in wrestling that year. They each won some trophies, and of course lettered. They set aside a time each day for weight lifting, and they had the bodies of young gods. They both became interested in learning how to write programs for computers, and wrote one to run the store's cash registers that replaced the 8 year old program I had been using. They made a little money writing programs for other people, and became very good at it. They both did well in school, with both staying near the top of their class. Paul's parents had made some rules at the start of school. He could stay after school with Bob until 5:30, but had to have all his home work done by then. Bob and Paul usually managed to find the time for sex after school. He had to be home and have dinner with his family from 5:30 until 8pm when he could come back over until 10:00pm. The three of us would have sex after Paul came back over. He could spend Friday night at our house, but had to be back home by noon Saturday. If his family had anything special planed, he had to attend, but Bob and I were invited also. Even though Bob and Paul would sometime grumble about the arrangement, I told them I thought his parents were being very accommodating. Bob and I started spending most holidays with Paul's family, and all his family accepted us, even though Paul's older brother could never understand what Paul saw in me. I felt Paul's parents were thinking that if they didn't oppose Paul's relationship with us, he might grow tired of us. Bob would always bake a cake or pie to take over for supper, checking with Paul's mother as to what she would like for him to bring. For Christmas that year Bob and I gave Paul a matching ring to ours, and gave him our vows. He repeated Bob's vows to us, and I reminded him they expired on Bob's 18th birthday. Paul told us his parents never said anything to him when they noticed his ring, but his mother looked like she was about to cry. For Paul's 15th birthday, his parents had a party at their home. Bob baked his birthday cake, and decorated it himself. It looked and tasted as good as the best from a bakery. It is still very cold in Oklahoma in February, so the house was crowded with almost 30 teens trying to dance and have a good time. Bob and I got him a CD player, but told him his real present was us when we got home. Time flew by that year and before we knew it, summer was gone and the guys were starting the 10th grade. Bob had wanted a new computer for his birthday, so Paul and I got him one. They were once again stars on the wrestling team, and deep into their school work. They got lucky, and had most of their classes together. Only two subject were taken at different times, but they still had the same teachers. If either of them made as low as a B on a test, the other would really give him hell over it, telling him he wasn't that stupid. They would help the other on a weak subject, spending as much time as needed, until they both understood it. I couldn't help them, because by that time, the subjects were over my head. I did pick up a little knowledge just listening to them study, and as they debated the finer points of a subject. Paul had his 16th birthday, and his parents, Bob, and I, went together and bought him a good used car. It was nothing fancy, but it was as good as most of the kids at their school drove, and better then some. Paul and Bob felt like big shots when they were driving around. Paul would pick Bob up for school every morning, and the bikes got put away. Paul wanted to learn how to drive the motor home, so we took a few quick camping (read love making) trips with his parents permission. Bob and Paul were still popular in school, and they never really 'Came Out'. It wasn't long into the 10th grade though, that their friends started treating them like a couple. They were both still being chased by girls that didn't know them well, but they never encouraged them. They were still friendly with Carl, and he was the only one to outright ask if they were a couple, while they were still in the 9th grade. They told him, but asked he not tell anyone else. As far as we know, he never did. They would go to dances or parties, and had no trouble finding girls wanting to dance with them. Their friends didn't even mind sharing their dates with them for one dance. Paul and Bob wanted to be able to dance together, but they never did in public. They often told me they wished they could take me to a party with them, but I told them it was alright to leave me at home, because I wouldn't enjoy it anyway, except for just being with them. The only problem between Bob and Paul that year, was when Paul saw Bob checking out another guy in the locker room. He had his feelings hurt over it, but I explained that Bob and I had always been free to look as long as we didn't touch, and that it didn't mean Bob loved us any less. He decided he could live with that. I didn't think that was the right time to remind Paul about how he came into my life, maybe that was what he was worried about, but I know myself, that was different. I just hugged him, giving him a kiss and told him he was loved. Bob said he was sorry he had hurt him, and took him by the hand to the bedroom. I felt I should let them make up alone, and stayed in the livingroom, as Bob showed Paul how much he loved him. Bob got his driver's license on his 16th birthday, but decided he didn't want his own car. He wanted to be with Paul, so they shared his car while they were in high school. Their junior year passed before I even noticed. The years seemed to be going by me faster and faster. It was their senior year, and Paul had just turned 18 in February, when I got a call from Scott Mason. Scott is a distant cousin on my mothers side, and we see him and his life mate John at some of the family reunions, but we hadn't been to one in two years. Scott's father is my mother's first cousin. They are raising Scott's two children, a boy and a girl. Scott and John are both in their early to mid 30's and the kids are both 4, but have different mothers. Scott and John had been together about 8 years at that time. Scott called me from the Interstate, and told me they were passing through town on their way back home to Chicago. He said they were having car trouble, and needed a tow truck, and wanted me to recommend one and a garage. They were only about 15 miles from town, so I told them I would call a wrecker and have them towed to the garage that did all my work. I let them know I would come pick them up and take them to the garage. I told the lady that works for me I was taking off, and to tell Bob or Paul I would be home shortly if they called. I decided I should take the motor home, so everyone would be able have a seat. We kept it parked behind the store, so it was no trouble to take it. I also thought they might need the bathroom, since we might have to wait on the tow truck. It didn't take me long to find them, even though they were a little more then 15 miles. Scott and John pass through town every few years, but this was the first time they had ever called, and they never stopped by. We got the kids in the motor home, the heater turned on, restroom trips made, and settled down to wait for the tow truck to arrive. We had visited a little at reunions, but we don't really know each other very well, and don't have much in common, as I am closer to his father in age. He and his father didn't get along, and Scott had been adopted when he was a small child, by his mother's second husband. His father had disowned him long ago, but Scott still wanted to be part of the family. It was a bad situation, because if his father was going to be at a reunion, Scott wouldn't go, or he would leave if his father showed up. The problem was Scott is gay. The wrecker arrived about 30 minutes later, and after hooking up, towed their car into town and to the garage I told him to take it to. The garage I use is not the fastest, but all the mechanics have over 20 years experience, and they do good work at a reasonable cost. They took a quick look at the car, after John told them how it was acting. They said they wouldn't be able to get to it that day, because they had five other cars to get out before closing, and their car might take several hours. Scott asked me to take them to a motel, but I told him we had extra rooms at home, and they could stay with us. I took them over to the house, and we were setting in the livingroom when Bob and Paul came home. Paul opened the door, and asked, "What's the motor home doing here?" before he saw we had company. "Do you guys remember Scott, his life mate John, and their kids Sharon and Nick, from the last reunion we went to? This is Bob and his best buddy Paul." Paul and Bob shook their hands, and said, "How you doing?" Paul was still holding on to Scott's hand as he looked over to me and quietly said, "I don't want to pretend anymore Matt." "Oh, P-a-u-l.", I lowly groaned. "I'm legal now Matt, and they can understand and accept it or not." We were all quiet a moment, and Scott and John looked embarrassed. As Bob and I looked at each other, I thought about Bob still being several months from his 18th birthday. I could tell by Bob's eyes it was ok with him. I told them, "Paul wants me to introduce him as my husband." You could see the shock on John and Scott's faces. Everyone was deathly quiet, and I held my breath. "My gaydar went off the first time we met you several years ago," said John, "and was really strong as you guys came in, but I thought it was Bob and Paul that was setting it off, not Matt." "Me too." committed Scott. "Bob's my husband too." said Paul, as he let loose of Scott's hand, and kissed Bob lightly on the lips. John and Scott looked at each other before John said, "If that's what works for you guys." Paul came over to me, took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips. "I know it's hard for you after having to hide all these years, Baby, but I'm not ashamed of my love for you. I want to scream to the whole world that you belong to me." I couldn't say anything. All I could do was to hug him tight to me and hold on for dear life, as Bob came over and hugged us both. Everyone relaxed and started acting more natural. Paul called home, and told his folks we had company from out of town and asked if he could spend the night with us. They said he could. John and Scott were interested to know Paul's family knew about us and accepted us. We explained the rules his folks had set, and that we abided by them. Bob asked if everyone would like tacos for supper. Scott and John said that would be fine, and that they would buy. Paul spoke up and said, "Matt and I think no one can cook as good as Bob can, so he makes them for us." Bob went to the kitchen, and started checking to see if we had everything he would need. He stuck his head back into the livingroom, and asked if the kids would rather have hot dogs then tacos. Scott said they probably would. Bob asked if anyone else would rather have hot dogs too, but everyone voted for tacos. Bob told Paul he needed him to go to the store for a few things while he started cooking. Paul made out a list as Bob called off what he needed, and Bob told him to put it on the Master Card instead of the Visa credit card. I asked Paul if he had his credit card with him, and he said he did, that he had gotten gas that morning. We usually don't carry our credit cards all the time, and try to switch off using one card one month, and the other the next. We don't believe in paying interest or fees, so we pay off the balance at the end of the month, and try not to use the ATM. I had gotten them both their own cards on my accounts several years before, so they wouldn't be carrying very much cash. Our cards have our photos on them, so the guys have never had trouble having one accepted. It didn't take Paul long to get back, and when he came in he said, "I know it won't be as good as you make Babe, but I got a cake and some ice cream for desert." Bob looked at him with a playful put out look and replied, "You better say it's not as good as mine, if you ever want to get me to bake you another cake." Bob shortly called everyone to put their tacos together the way they wanted them. John and Scott complemented Bob on how everything tasted, and asked for the recipe he used on the meat. After everything was cleaned up, Bob and Paul took the motor home back over to the store, and brought the pickup home. We had decided they would take the pickup to school, and leave Paul's car for me so we would have room for all of Scott's family. If your wondering if we had an orgy with Scott and John, the answer is NO! None of us wants to have sex with anyone but our own partners, and Scott and John said and did nothing to indicate they felt any different. But it was nice to just be able to openly talk to another gay married couple. My husbands did give me a blowjob that night, and I helped give each of them one. We had to be very quiet about it, which is real hard for Paul, as he is really a screamer. We suspected the same thing was happening in the bedroom next door, from the low noises coming through the wall. John and Scott's car was ready the next morning, and before they left I asked them not to 'out' us to the rest of the family. I knew my relatives wouldn't ever be ready for anymore gay marriages in the family. One day I looked up, and my men were graduating from high school. It seemed like only a few months ago, Bobby was starting the 6th grade. They were both near the top of their class, and they were offered scholarships in both academics and wrestling. They had their choice of colleges and universities in Oklahoma. They choose to attend the university in town on their academic scholarships. They went to the senior prom, and had a great time. They each took a girl, but the young ladies understood nothing more than dancing would happen. The young ladies had been friends of theirs for years. They had started a little computer consulting business while in high school, and since it was doing well, they decided to expand it during the summer. Paul often needed to be one place, while Bob needed to be another. It soon became apparent Bob needed his own car, so for the first time, they had separate cars. Bob wanted to impress their clients, so he got a brand new dark red Cadillac Sedan Deville. They put it in Paul's name, because of Bob's age. He still wasn't 18, and no one would finance the car for him. The guys wanted to start building credit in their own names, so I didn't put my name on the loan. Once the bank saw their books, they couldn't loan the guys the money fast enough. They opened an office, and Bob's car stayed parked there most of the time, as it had a garage. If they could come home together, they would bring only one car home. None of us mentioned it, but I couldn't forget their vows to me expired on Bob's 18th birthday, which was only a few months away.