Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: An Old Man's Life An Old Man's Life 4 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 There was going to be a three day trade show in Dallas that I wanted to go to. I decided to take my motor home and go a day early so I could rest up after I got there. I arrived on Thursday, and I found a small mobile home park not far from where the show was to be held, that took overnighters. I had arrived at 10:30 am, so I had most of the day to do what I pleased. The mobile homes were close together, and the driveways were not very wide. I paid the fees for a week, because that was cheaper then paying for 5 nights. I was told what space to use and how to find it. As I pulled into the space I was assigned, I noticed a cute little boy I thought to be 12 or 13 playing in the dirt near a mobile home across the driveway. He had honey blond hair and from what I could see was drop dead gorgeous. He wasn't real clean, but not really dirty either. Just a normal boy that had been out playing. From the looks of his clothing, his folks weren't too well off. The shorts and tee shirt he had on were too small for him, they showed wear, and he really needed some new shoes. The mobile home he was playing near was a little shabby, but then so were most of them in the park. There was a 14 year old Ford setting beside the mobile home. He was watching me as I pulled in, and it was with a look that said that anything that happened was a break from boredom. He came over to the motor home as I was getting out, and started asking me what my name was and where I was from, and what I was doing in Dallas. I told him my name was Matt and that I was from Oklahoma. I explained what a trade show is to him, and I filled him in on the trade show that was going to start in the morning. I asked him what his name was, he told me Bobby, and that he lived over there, pointing to the mobile home he was playing at, and that his 11th birthday was in two more days, and that he lived with his mom and her boyfriend, and that he would be in the 6th grade next year, and that he loved school, and couldn't wait for it to start again. I don't think he took a breath while getting it all out. Bobby struck me as a very lonely boy, and I asked him if there were other kids living in the park. He told me no, that the only other kid was 15 and didn't like to have him around. I told him he could help me get the motor home set up if he would like to, and if it was OK with his mom. He told me she was still asleep because she worked as a waitress at night, but that she didn't care what he did as long as he didn't get in trouble and stayed out of her hair. I showed him how to level the motor home, hook up the water and drain lines and plug in the electric. It was getting a little warm out so I went in and turned on the air conditioner. Bobby wanted to come in and I though it would be OK as long as we left the door and window curtains open. We could see his mobile home out the windows and anyone looking our direction could see in, so I told him to come on in. I always carry my computer with me when I travel, and as soon as Bobby saw it his eyes got big and he asked if I would show him how to use it. I didn't have much on my computer that would be of interest to kids, but I had a few games. I showed Bobby how to turn it on and find the games. He chose Pinball, and I showed him how to start the game and work the flippers. For the next hour, the motor home sounded like an arcade and Bobby was totally engrossed. He was getting pretty good at it, and was thrilled when he beat one of my high scores. It was getting past lunch time, and there still was no one up at Bobby's home. I didn't have a lot of groceries with me, because I had planned on eating most of my meals out, but I always have canned goods in the motor home for emergencies. I got out two cans of Beef Ravioli, dumped them on plates and stuck them in the microwave to heat them up. I drink a lot of coffee, and didn't have much in the way of drinks for kids. I did have milk in the refrigerator, so I poured a glass for Bobby and told him to sat at the table and have lunch with me. He got embarrassed and said his mom had peanut butter at home for him. I told him that there was more food then I could eat by myself, and that if he didn't help me, I would have to throw a lot of it away. He scampered over and started eating like he hadn't eaten yesterday. I was sure that wasn't true, because he wasn't skinny like a lot of 10 year old boys, nor was he fat. He was just right, except he was hungry. When his plate was clean and his milk gone, I asked if he would like some more. He answered politely, no thank you, but I could tell he was still hungry. I got a bag of cookies out and put them on the table, filled his milk glass and told him to help himself. About a third of the cookies disappeared before I finished my lunch. Bobby finally set back looking very contented. I started to pick up the dirty dishes, but Bobby jumped up and told me to let him clean up. He asked where the dish soap and drainer was, and after I told him, he went right to work making sure everything was spotless. I just sat back and enjoyed watching this polite and wonderful little boy moving about the motor home. I asked Bobby if he would like to play some more computer games. He said maybe later, if I would let him stay, by not right now. He asked me if the T.V. worked, and I told him it did but that we would have to hook up the cable for it. We got the cable out of the storage box on the side of the motor home, and hooked up to the park's cable line and the T.V. We sat down on the couch, and I gave Bobby the remote so he could find something he wanted to watch. He settled on an old Andy Griffin Show rerun, so we watched Andy and Opie. Bobby scooted over against me, placed his hand high on my thigh while wiggling his body into a comfortable position. I put my arm around his shoulders and hugged him close to me. We sat there all comfy with each other, and before long he laid his head in my lap, and just went to sleep. I just sat there for hours, holding this gorgeous little boy and watching him as he slept. I looked at him, and I was having stirrings I had never felt except for my wife. I forced myself to forget about that. 'He's just a little kid, a boy for Christ's sake' I told myself. 'It's not right to have those felling for a boy.' About 4:00, the door of Bobby's mobile home opened and a man and woman started out. I woke Bobby, and told him he better get home. He ran out the door, raised his hand and called out MOM! The woman looked at him, called out they would be back later, and got in the car. They drove off leaving Bobby standing there. He came back inside with his head hanging low. We didn't say anything, but I gave him a hug. We watched some more TV for a few more hours. I thought that if I was going to have Bobby for supper, I had better get some groceries. I had noticed a little store about a block from the mobile home park when I had pulled in. I asked Bobby if he would like to walk to the store with me. He jumped up and off we went. We hadn't walked far before I felt his little hand slip into mine. When we got to the store, it was a little mom and pop operation that didn't have a very large selection. I asked Bobby if he liked pizza. He was all for that, so we got a couple of frozen pizzas and I asked him what he wanted to drink. He about floored me when he asked if I would buy him a beer. I told him no beer, so he said 7-Up with a little pout. I got a cold 6 pack of 7-Up, we paid and walked back to the motor home, holding hands all the way. Bobby said that since I had bought supper, he would cook and clean up. I showed him how to light the oven, and he took over from there. He watched the clock and checked the pizza real close. I think that was the best frozen pizza I ever had. After we had eaten and Bobby was full and had cleaned up, we sat down to watch some more TV. Bobby snuggled into my arms, and we just sat there being close to each other. A little after 10pm, the car returned to Bobby's mobile home. His mother's boyfriend was by himself, and Bobby said his mom was at work now. He jumped up and said he had to go home now, but asked if he could come back over after I got back from the show tomorrow. I told him I had really enjoyed his company, and that he could come over anytime I was there. The motor home seemed to be a lonely place after the light Bobby had brought into it left with him. I wanted to be well rested to make all the booths at the show, so I closed up the curtains, turned off the TV, and went to bed.