Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Old Man's Life

An Old Man's Life 15
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.

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                             Houston

  Well, we've been in Houston for a little over a 2 years now.
I was reading what I had wrote, and think I would like to tell
about those years too.  I had more fun at the gay club then I
thought I would, even though there were some guys there acting
like tramps.  Bob and Paul both got hit on several times, but
that is just to be expected.  They are both so good looking, I
would have wondered what was wrong if they hadn't been hit on.
They were polite when then turned them all down, just pointing
to their rings.  One guy looked like he had his feelings hurt
and got mad when Paul turned him down for a dance, then took me
out on the floor.  I guess he couldn't believe I could be the
other part of Paul's ring.  Even though I had a good time, I
think I can wait another 40 years before doing it again.  The
noise was so loud, I had a headache when we got back to Paul's
parents' house.

  We took a trip to Florida to see my son's family, and spent 3
weeks between leaving home and getting to Houston.  We had a
great time in Florida, my son and daughter-in-law has relaxed
about us, and we all felt comfortable with our being alone with
my grandsons.  Maybe the fact they are now both teenagers, had
something to do with it.  We took the motor home, and my son and
daughter-in-law let us take the boys to Orlando.  We made all
the Disney theme parks, and talk about dropping a wad of money!
Not even counting what it cost for the 5 of us to get in.  We
had lunch at McDonald's in the Animal Kingdom, and I don't even
want to remember what 5 hamburgers and fries cost.  We spent a
full day at each, going through the different parks, and still
didn't see it all, but everyone was give out, especially me.
They slowed their pace down so I could keep up, but I was really
feeling my age by the time we left. All the guys were teasing me
about getting me a wheel chair.  Everyone had a great time, and
I will always cherish the memories of that special time spent
with my husbands and grandsons.  For me, the only down side
was having to keep my hands off Paul and Bob with my grandsons
around.

  When we got to Houston, I knew right away that my driving days
were over.  You wouldn't believe the traffic or the way people
were driving.  We were on the freeway, still about 20 miles from
Houston, and I was driving the motor home.  We were towing Bob's
car, and I was setting on the speed limit in extremely heavy
traffic.  Little cars were zipping around us, and forcing their
way between us and the car I was behind. Those crazy drivers
don't realize you can't stop or even slow down a motor home like
you can a small car.  I was getting so nervous, because I
realize my reflexes aren't what they used to be.  I wasn't
afraid of my driving, but I didn't know what some of the crazy
drivers around me might do.  I decided I was getting off the
road, and one of the guys would have to drive on in.  Paul dove
the rest of the way, and he doesn't mind cussing the other cars
or throwing a finger once in a while.

  We got to the RV park and checked in.  After we got everything
hooked up, the guys unhooked Bob's car and reconected the drive
shaft.  They then went to get their cell phones changed to local
service.  Bob and Paul didn't want to start work until we had
found a house and moved in.  We had planned on flying back home
to get mine and Paul's vehicles, but I told them they could just
sell mine, I would never drive around here.  That just added one
more requirement to our house hunting.  It had to be on a bus
route.

  We got a Realtor, and started house hunting.  We didn't want
to live in Houston, so we started looking in the nearby areas.
After looking for several days, we found a house about 15 miles
from where the guys would work.  Bob and Paul both said they
didn't mind driving that far, and the area the house is in
doesn't have heavy traffic.  I decided I wouldn't be afraid to
drive there, but we decided we would still sell my pickup, and
just keep the two cars.  We are only a block from a bus stop, if
I want to go into Houston.  Bob and Paul would go to work
together, and that would leave one car at home.

  I know what sold the house to Paul.  We walked into the master
bath, and there is a shower big enough for at least 5 people at
once.  It has a shower head on each wall, and when they are all
turned on, it's hard not to stand in the spray.  Of course, the
big hot tub next to the shower, didn't hurt either.  It's a nice
house, with three bedrooms, each with it's own bath, a den,
kitchen, dining room, living room, and a two car garage.  There
is a little work shop in the big back yard, that we just use for
storage.  There is also a place to park the RV in the backyard,
near the pool. We setup one of the bedrooms as an office, with
each of us a desk for our computers.  It's really silly, I
guess, that we can't share one or two computers, but we each
have our own, and have networked them together.  The other
bedroom, was furnished as a guest room.  I love the house, and
it is very comfortable, but it's not the mini mansion I expected
for $230,000.  The house we sold wasn't as nice, but I had only
paid $29,000 for it, and it had sold for $70,000.  We can afford
it though.  We paid cash, and moved in a couple of weeks later
after our furniture arrived.  I wouldn't let the guys put my
name on the deed.  I told them I am getting too old, and that I
didn't need for my name to be on it.  If I can't trust them by
now, I never will be able too, and besides, their money was
paying for everything.  They told me that 'our' money was paying
for it.  I just love them.

  The first night we spent in our new home, was very special to
us.  The guys made me sat and relax in the den, telling me to
rest up, as it was going to be a long night.  Bob fixed us a
special supper with all our favorite foods, as Paul filled the
hot tub and got it ready.  Bob had candles and flowers on our
new diningroom table, and everything was beautiful and romantic.
Bob had done most of the decorating of the house, and his good
taste showed everywhere.  I told Bob if he ever got tired of
computers, he could make it as an interior decorator.  We took
almost two hours over supper, having a glass of wine with our
meal, then a desert wine with the Baked Alaska Bob had fixed for
desert.  We took our coffee to the den, leaving the dirty dishes
for morning, and boy did we make out.  I was ready to jump their
bones right then and there, but they made me wait.

  Paul took us to the bedroom, and he and Bob started undressing
me, as I tried to undress them.  They kept slapping my hands
away, telling me "No. Not until we get you undressed!".  I was
so hard, I was afraid I might shoot before we started doing
anything.  Bob put his hand on my nuts, pushed them tight up
against me, and gently but sharply, pulled them back down.  It
didn't really hurt, but I lost my hard-on real fast.
He kissed me and said, "We'll get it back for you."  I started
getting it back pretty fast.  Bob and Paul started undressing
each other, and they let me help.  We all stepped into the
shower, and there was plenty of room.  Bob had adjusted the
water.  He doesn't like showers to be as hot as Paul and I like.
We spent a lot of time washing and exploring the other bodies
that we all know so well.  When I tried to suck them, they told
me to wait.  After every spot on each of our bodies had been
lovingly and lustfully washed at least once, we rinsed off and
moved to the hot tub.

  It was the first time I had ever been nude in a hot tub, and
it felt wicked and wild.  We soaked as we petted on each other,
but the guys wouldn't let me touch their hard dicks, or their
nuts.  The most they would let me do, was to hug and kiss them
as I rubbed my hand over their bodies.  We stepped out of the
tub, and the guys let me dry them off, but wouldn't let me
linger too long at the spots I wanted to.

  We moved back into our beautiful large bedroom.  I told the
guys I needed to be the front, because I didn't know how long I
could last.  I was afraid I would shoot too soon, and not be
able to satisfy my men.  It was agreed I would be the front with
Bob the center, inside me, and Paul would be on the end, inside
Bob.  We lovingly put the lube on each other, and I admit I
kissed and played with Bob's ass a little longer then I really
needed to.  Bob entered me, and pushed in until his pubic
hair was crushed against my butt.  Paul entered Bob, with just
the head of his dick implanted.  Bob could then withdraw from
me, impelling himself on Paul.  Paul couldn't get all his dick
into Bob until he cum, but since his is so much longer then
ours, it is the best we can do, and still have him work our
prostates.  Bob started a slow in and out fucking.  A little too
soon for me, he sped up just a little.  He was adding a little
speed to his fucking every few strokes, until he sent me over
the edge.  I started spurting my cum.  It wasn't one of the
earth shattering climaxes, but rather an enjoyable, loving, and
deeply satisfying one.  I'm sure you know the kind I mean.   My
ass muscles were working on Bob's dick, but he kept pumping,
building on his climax.  I reached my right arm back and petted
first Bob and then Paul.  As my hand caressed Paul's butt cheek,
he groaned and shoved tight into Bob.  That was what it took
to set Bob off.  I thought Bob was going to go out of his mind.
He pulled me tight to him as he buried his dick as deep into me
as he could.  His whole body was convulsing.  He was screaming
"I Love You, Oh, I Love You.", as he cum and cum.  Paul and I
both knew what he meant by 'you'.  Our love for each other is so
intertwined, that sometimes, we all think of the other two as
being one person.  We know we are all individuals, but I can't
imagine life without both my men.  I know that the people
who really know about us, wonder how two young studs can love
and really want an old man like me.  Sometimes, I wonder too,
but I know they do.  That's all that matters.  They have made me
happier than I thought I could ever be.  Until Bob came into my
life, I hadn't realized I had lived my whole life up to that
point, being depressed.  I didn't know what it was to be loved
for myself.  I don't mean as a son, or brother, or as a father.
I mean as a lover.  After Paul joined us, life just got better.
Before I found love, I had just been existing, taking up space.
Now I have a reason to get out of bed in the mornings, my men.
I love to spend most of the day in bed with Paul and Bob when we
can.  They are the reason for my living, for my being alive.  We
stayed connected to each other as we drifted off to a peaceful
and restful sleep.

  Bob and Paul started their new jobs, and they both loved
working for the company.  They work in different departments,
and both liked their bosses very well.  One of the reasons they
liked their jobs so well, is because as they told me, they
started in higher positions then the other new employees.  They
also had much more freedom from supervision then the others,
even though they were the same age or in some cases younger then
the other people that started at the same time.  I reminded them
it was because they had operated their own company, and made
such a success of it.  They had proven histories.

  The guys told me I was retired, period.  They told me I could
do anything I wanted to, but they didn't want me going to a job
all the time.  Paul said it was their turn to take care of me,
and we didn't need the money.  They hired a cleaning lady to
come in twice a week, and a man to take care of the yard and
pool.  There wasn't much left for me to do.  It doesn't take
long for me to clean up after breakfast, make the bed, and
do a little laundry.  That leaves most of the day to fill.  I
don't enjoy daytime TV, and I have already read most of the
books I'm interested in.  Paul and Bob encouraged me to go to
the Senior Citizens Center, and make some new friends.  I told
them I didn't want to have to listen to those old fogies talk
about their aches and pains.  I have enough of my own.

  I gave in, and went a few times.  The last time I went, I had
gotten into a card game with some other men.  Paul and Bob
stopped by to pick me up, after they got off work.  Paul walked
up behind me, and placed his hands on my shoulders.  I smiled at
him and told him I would finish the hand, and we could go.  One
of the men asked if they were my grandsons.

Paul spoke up saying, "No, he's our husband."

I thought two of the old men were going to have heart attacks.
The third looked at me with loathing, saying, "Your despicable,
ruining the lives of two fine looking young men.  You should be
taken out and whipped.  Your nothing but an old fagot, and will
burn in hell!"

I looked at Paul, and his face was beet red.  I grabbed his
hand and pleaded, "Please, Paul.  Let it go.  Please don't say
anything.  Let's just go home, please, take me home."  Bob
had grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him back.  Paul is
an easy going guy, and will take most verbal abuse directed at
himself, but if he feels someone is mistreating me or Bob, he
explodes. We were afraid he might attack the old man.  Paul
clamped his lips tight, and nodded, not saying anything as we
left.