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 16
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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Teto
(Pronounced Tee-Toe)
I was bored. I started just riding the bus line, talking to
the other passengers. I saw a lot of Houston, I rode our route
from one end to the other, then changed to another route. If I
saw something that looked interesting, I would get off the bus
and go exploring. I spent days walking around. I visited all
the museums, and went to art galleries. Not because I was
interested, but it filled the time. One day, I was riding the
bus, and found myself in one of the seedier areas of the city.
We were at a bus stop, waiting to get back on schedule. I
noticed some teen boys standing around on the sidewalk. They
all seemed to be watching the cars, and one boy about 14, that
drew my attention, seemed to be very nervous, and a little
afraid. A car driven by a man in his late 30's or early 40's
pulled to the curb. He looked the boys over, then pointed to
one. The boy went over to the car, leaned in the window a
while, talking to the man. The boy opened the car door, got in,
and they drove off. It was only then it dawned on me, this was
a rent boy pickup spot. The nervous boy bothered me. Just as
I decided I had to talk to him, the bus started up.
I had to ride to the next stop, and walk back. The boy was
still there. I slowly walked up to him and said, "Hi." He
shied away from me. "I don't want to rent your services, I just
want to talk to you", I told him. He relaxed a little and
said, "It will still cost you." "Fair enough." I told him. "I
know you have to make a living, but all I'll pay is to buy you
lunch over at that cafe. We can talk while you eat." He nodded
so I led the way across the street. The boy appeared to be
Mexican or Mexican-American. From the way he spoke, I suspected
he had lived his whole life in the U.S. He was slim, with a
small frame, and showed the fine delicate features of his
Spanish heritage.
He ordered the biggest hamburger and fries they have, and
asked the waitress for a large Coke. I ordered the same thing,
but asked for coffee. We sat sipping our drinks, as I said, "My
names Matt. What do I call you?" "Teto." he replied. I just
started talking about anything I could think of, in order to get
him to open up. I tried sports, the weather, areas of Houston,
but nothing would get him to talk. He had finished his burger,
and I asked if he would like a piece of pie. "Ok." I called
the waitress over and asked what kind of pie they had. She ran
down the list, and after we had given her our choices, I called
after her to add a large glass of milk for Teto. I decided I
would have to be blunt, as I couldn't get him to talk.
"Teto, I was watching you as you stood over there. I don't
think you want to be there, and I don't believe you belong with
those other boys. I don't know what your troubles are, but I
will try to help you, if this isn't what you really want. You
don't have to rent your body to survive."
His eyes filled with tears, but he wouldn't let them loose.
He couldn't cry. He finished his pie and milk, said "Thanks for
the meal", and headed out the door. I paid the check, and
followed him back across the street.
Teto was standing away from the other boys, and they ignored
him. I stood back down the block from him, but we could plainly
see each other. He would watch the boys and the cars, then turn
and look at me. I just stood there watching him. This went on
for 15 or 20 minutes, until Teto walked over and asked, "How can
you help me?"
"I don't know. I don't know what your trouble is, so I don't
know what can be done to fix it."
"I don't have any place to stay. I slept in an alley last
night." he told me.
"That not the problem, Teto. That's the result of the problem."
Teto hung his head and whispered, "I'm a thief. I stole
something, and I can't go home. I've sinned against God. My
Mom and Dad will hate me if they find out."
"Teto, you must know God loves you, and can and will forgive
anything. I'm a dad and granddad, and I know dads can be
forgiving too. We all do things sometimes that we're ashamed of."
"I sucked a guy off, and my dad hates queers. Now he will hate
me."
"Do you want to go home if you can?"
"Yes! I hate it here. I'm so scared......"
"How old are you Teto?"
"I'll be 16 next month. I know I look a lot younger."
"Teto, you can come home with me for a few days, if you want to,
and I will try to get you back home with your family. Your
going to have to tell me everything that happened, so I can help
you the best I can, and so I don't have any surprises. I won't
lie to you, and I expect you not to lie to me, or try to rip us
off. My lovers and I are gay, but none of us will have sex with
you even if you wanted us to. We're married, and faithful to
each other, so you don't have to be afraid of us. I don't know
if I can do anything, but if nothing more, you'll have a safe
place for a few days. Do you want me to try? "
"Please, help me!"
I got us a cab, and when I gave the driver the address, he
said, "That's a long way. It's going to be a big bill, do you
have enough money to pay it?" I told him I could pay the fare
or wouldn't have ordered a cab, and he should just drive. His
attitude teed me off, and I decided he wasn't getting a tip. We
didn't talk much during the ride home, not wanting to say
anything in front of the driver. When we got home, I paid the
driver with bills as close to the fare as I had, but he still
owed me five dollars and some change. He let me know he should
get it as a tip, but I told him I don't tip for inconsiderate
service. He handed me my change, and spun out of the driveway.
Teto was impressed with the house. I showed him the guest
room, and told him he could freshen up. I was going to my
bathroom, and would meet him in the den in a few minutes. I
finished taking a piss, and washed my hands. Teto was just
setting down in the den as I entered, but it was obvious he
had washed his face and hands. I asked if he would like
something to drink, but he said, "I'm fine, thanks." "I'm
going to make a pot of coffee, then we need to talk." We sat
in the kitchen as the coffee brewed, talking about nothing. I
poured a cup, and asked Teto if he wanted a cup too. He took
one, and I showed him where the cream and sugar were. I think
he put about 5 teaspoons of sugar in.
We took our coffee back to the den, and got comfortable.
I asked Teto when he had run away from home.
"Three days ago." he replied.
"What happened to make you leave?"
Teto, started telling me his story, with tears in his eyes.
He was mad at his dad. "He's a good man and works hard to
give us what we need, and he's never stolen anything in his
life. We can't afford anything like what you have. I needed
new shoes, and I wanted a pair of Nikes that cost $150. My dad
gave me $50, and told me that would have to do." A friend went
to the store with him, and told him how to shoplift the Nikes.
After they got away from the store, Teto knew his dad would
know what he had done. "I couldn't go home and face him."
Teto, just walked for hours. His friend had left and gone home,
but Teto didn't know where to go, just anywhere except home. He
just walked and walked. He was out in the country before he
realized it, and was so tired. It had gotten dark, and he laid
down under a tree and went to sleep.
It was early morning when he woke up. He walked back out to
the road, and a truck stopped. The trucker said he was going to
Houston, and asked if Teto wanted a ride. He doesn't know why
he got in the truck, but he did. The trucker pulled into a
truck stop just outside Houston. He told Teto to get in the
sleeper, that he owed him a blowjob for the ride. Teto went
into shock. The trucker told him, "Move boy. You owe me." Teto
didn't know what to do, except to do what he was told. He
climbed into the sleeper, and the trucker followed him. The
trucker undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slid the
zipper down, and worked his pants and underwear down to his
knees.
"Come on boy, get that mouth of yours around my cock."
Teto just sat there, he was scrunched down, setting on his
legs. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening to
him. He had always tried to be good. Until yesterday. All he
could do was stare at the man's big hard dick.
"Get with it boy, I aint got all day." the trucker demanded.
Teto couldn't move.
The trucker grabbed his head, and forced him down over his
dick. "Open that fucking mouth wide boy. You better not scrape
me with your teeth, or I'll knock your fucking block off."
Teto opened his mouth, he tasted and felt the man's dick on
his tongue. He felt like he was going to vomit, but was afraid
of what the man would do to him if he did. Teto started
swallowing fast, trying to keep from up chucking. He felt the
man's dick going down his throat, and he kept swallowing, on the
verge of throwing up.
"Yeah, that's the way to do it." the trucker told him.
Teto couldn't breath, his throat was full of the man's dick
and he couldn't get any air. God was going to let him die,
because of his sins. The man started pulling his dick back out
Teto's throat. He could breath again. Just as he got a breath
of air, the man's dick was slammed back in his throat. Teto's
world became the man's dick sliding out his throat, don't throw
up, take a fast breath, before the dick closed his airway again,
hold on until the next breath. It seemed to last for hours.
The man's dick got bigger in his throat. The man pushed Teto's
head all the way down, as he shoved his pelvis hard into Teto's
face. Teto's nose was buried in the man's sweaty balls, as his
sperm was shot down Teto's throat, directly into his stomach.
The dick was gone. He could breath again. Don't throw up.
Don't throw up. Don't throw up. The man was wiping his dick off
on the dirty sheet.
"That your first time, kid?"
Teto could only nod.
"I thought so. You did real good for a first time. I'll show
you a place in Houston, where that mouth of yours can make you
some money. A pretty boy like you can do real well on the
street. Come on, I'll buy you breakfast."
"I'm not hungry." he told the man. 'Don't throw up', Teto
thought to himself.
"The first thing you've gotta learn, is you never turn down a
free meal. Someone offers to feed you, you eat. Doesn't matter
if you ate 20 minutes ago, you eat. Come on."
Teto followed the trucker into the restaurant, and slid into
the booth across from him. His mind was blank. He couldn't
think. He was numb. The waitress headed toward them with a
coffee pot, and some menus. She smiled and asked if they wanted
coffee. The trucker nodded, started flirting with her and said
he would like to have a lot more from her then just coffee. She
smiled at him, and said, "I'll be glad to get you anything
that's on the menu." "Well, in that case, just bring us two of
the ham and egg breakfast specials with hash browns and
pancakes." the trucker told her.
Just the thought of the food was too much for Teto. He
couldn't keep it down much longer. He jumped up, and ran for
the restroom, pushing people out of the way. He made it to the
toilet, and it was coming up, as he lowered his head to the
bowl. He emptied his stomach, wondering how there could be that
much, he hadn't eaten since noon yesterday. He could see the
man's sperm floating in the vomit. His stomach had nothing left
to up chuck, and he was flushing the toilet as some guy stuck
his head in the stall and asked, "Are you ok, kid?" Teto
couldn't speak. He just nodded his head, and the guy left.
Teto went to the sink, and rinsed out his mouth, swishing the
water around before spitting it out, trying to get the taste of
vomit and the man's dick out of his mouth. He washed his face,
and felt a little better. At least he didn't have cum in his
stomach.
He went back to the table, and there was a plate in front of
his seat. "Now that you got that over with, you had better
eat.", the trucker told him. Teto sat down and started eating.
Teto thought to himself, 'This is what my life is now, being a
queer. Stealing and sucking some man's dick in order to eat.
I've ruined my life, and Dad and Mom can't love me anymore.
This is God's punishment.'
When they were back in the truck and on their way, the man
started giving him tips on how to survive on the street. He
warned Teto about falling into the hands of a pimp, and told him
he would be better off to stay independent. He also warned him
about letting someone fuck him in the ass, and told him he
shouldn't go with anyone that wanted to fuck him. He didn't
tell Teto about the boys that got beaten, robbed, raped, or
killed by their Johns. Teto tried to listen to all the advice,
store it all in his brain, and was thankful the man was being so
nice. They were soon at the spot where I had found Teto. As he
was getting ready to get out of the truck, the trucker reached
over and slipped a twenty dollar bill in his shirt pocket,
saying "Good luck, kid."
He watched as the truck pulled away. He was alone. It was
God's punishment. He looked at the boys standing around. Most
looked to be about 16 to 18, but there was one that looked like
he was 12. The boys were watching him. One started towards him,
and Teto looked around quickly. He spotted the cafe across the
street, and headed for it. The boy didn't follow him. He entered
the cafe, and ordered a Coke. He sat nursing it, and watching the
boys across the street, for about an hour, until the waitress let
him know it was time to spend some more money, or leave. He couldn't
eat anything, so he paid and walked out. He wandered around,
until dark. He was scared, and tired, and didn't know where he
would sleep. He went back to the cafe and ordered supper. He
ate as slow as he could, watching the boys. It seemed to get
busier after dark. There were more boys standing around, and
more cars were stopping near them.
Teto left the cafe, and wandered around until he found a dark
quite alley. He laid down in the doorway of a building that
looked deserted and abandoned. He lay listening to the sounds
of the night, each unidentified sound making him jump. He was
scared, and so sorry for what he had done. He missed Dad and
Mom. He couldn't stop the tears. He lay rolled up in a fetal
position and sobbed until there were no tears left.
He woke up the next morning determined to find a job, any
honest work. He went to the cafe, and ordered breakfast. Teto
slipped into the restroom, and tried to clean up as best he
could with cold water and no soap. He went door to door, asking
at ever business. They were mostly kind, but they all told him
the same thing, to come back in a few years, when he could prove
he was 16. He was defeated. He would have to be like those
boys.
Teto went to the corner and stood back away from the other
boys. They were gathered in groups of two or more, talking and
joking with each other. One of the boys started to walk over to
Teto, but the boy he had walked away from yesterday call out,
"He thinks his shit's to good for us." The other boy stopped
and turned back to the boys he was talking with. Cars would
stop and point to a boy, and the boy would usually leave with a
man. Each time a car would stop, Teto hoped the man would point
at him, but was afraid he would. "You know the rest" Teto told
me, as he dried his eyes.
"Teto, that wasn't God's will or punishment. It was the
Devil's work. You aren't gay or queer. That man raped you.
He wasn't trying to be nice, he was trying to make himself feel
alright about forcing you to have sex. You're a good kid Teto,
I'm sure your Mom and Dad are worried to death about you right
now. You fell down when you stole the shoes, and ran away, but
that's not the real you that I see. All you can do about that
now, is to repent and ask God's forgiveness, and try to make it
right with your folks, and the store. Can I call your folks now
and let them know your alive?" Teto nodded his head, so I got a
pen and paper and asked for his folks phone number. I wrote it
down, and told him I would like to talk to his folks before he
did. If there were any problems, I might be able to straighten
them out.
I punched in the numbers he had given me, and a woman answered
on the first ring. "Si, hello!" She sounded very distressed. I
told her I was calling about Teto. "Is my son ok?" she asked before
lapsing into rapid Spanish. I have picked up a little Spanish,
but I can't speak it. I was able to pick out something about
God, and something about my little boy. I was telling her I
don't speak Spanish, when a man came on the phone. He asked if
Teto was alright, and I told him he had been emotionally hurt,
but was physically alright. He wanted to know where Teto was,
but I stalled him. I told him Teto wanted to come home, but he
had stolen something, and been forced to have oral sex with a
man. He was afraid his father would hate him and not be able to
forgive him, because of it. His father's voice almost broke as
he asked if Teto was there, and if he could talk to him. I held
the phone out to Teto, and he slowly took it and placed it to
his ear as I told him, "It's your Dad." "Dad?" was all he got
out, before he was sobbing into the phone. "I'm sorry, Dad." A
long pause as Teto sniffled and listened. "I love you too Dad."
Another long pause. "I'm sorry Mom, I love you Momma." A
shorter pause, "Ok, Dad. I love you Daddy." He held the phone
out to me, "My dad wants to talk to you." I took the phone and
his father told me he and his wife could leave immediately to
come get Teto. I told him where we were, and which exit to use
getting off the freeway. I told him to stop at the 7 to 11 at
the first traffic light, and call me back, I would have
someone meet them and lead them to our house. I gave him our
phone number, and he repeated it back to make sure he had it
right. He told me it would take about four hours for them to
get here, which would be about 10pm. I told them that would be
fine, but to drive safely.
Bob and Paul got home just as we were hanging up. I
introduced them to Teto, and he looked at us kind of funny. It
was plain he had something on his mind as he looked at us then
around him, at the house. "If your wondering if they married me
for my money, the answer is no. I married them for theirs." I
smiled as I told Teto. "So now it comes out." Paul retorted.
"You sent us to college just so we could make enough to support
you in grand style." "You got it." I teased.
Paul looked at Teto and said, "Sometimes, the person someone
falls in love with doesn't make sense to other people. All I
can say is I love them."
"I think I understand." Teto replied.
I explained what was going on, and that Teto's parents would
be there late that night.
Bob said Teto had time to take a shower, while dinner was
cooking, and that we would stick his clothes in the washer and
dryer while he was showering. His clothes wouldn't be dry, but
he could wrap up in a sheet for supper, until they were. Teto
seemed ok with that, so he ran off to shower. Paul told him he
could use the new toothbrush in the cabinet. I stood outside
the guest bathroom door, and told Teto to pass out his clothes,
and I handed him a sheet. Bob came in and asked how Teto wanted
his steak cooked. "I don't know, however it gets cooked I
guess", he replied. "Do you like it pink in the center or
cooked done all the way through", Bob asked. "Cooked done." I
started Teto's clothes washing, then asked Bob if there was
anything I could do to help with supper. I knew there wasn't,
because Bob doesn't like anyone in the kitchen when he's
cooking, but he likes our asking. He resents our even going in
to get a drink, he would rather get it for us. Paul and I sat
the table, then went to the den to wait for supper.
Paul was holding me, and we were kissing and making out, when
he pulled back and nodded at the door. I looked over, and Teto
was standing there wrapped in the sheet, with a slight blush on
his cheeks. "I'm sorry Teto, we wouldn't do anything
deliberately to make you feel uncomfortable", I told him. "It's
ok, it's your house." Just then, the buzzer on the washing
machine went off. I got up to put Teto's clothes in the dryer.
When I got back to the den, Teto was really blushing. I
looked at Paul, and he shrugged his shoulders. "He wanted to
know about the other way guys make love to each other." "It
just all seems so dirty" Teto stated. I sat down beside Teto,
and started to explain. "What happened to you is totally
different than what we do with each other, even though it's the
same act. I want Paul's and Bob's sperm inside me. It makes me
feel good knowing I have a part of them inside me. You were
raped. Rape is always dirty. We on the other hand, love each
other. What we do, is done wanting to please our lovers. We
want to bring each other pleasure, and express our love. When
it's done with love, sex is never dirty. For me, to have sex
with anyone else but Paul and Bob is dirty. We lust after each
other, and that is part of love, but without the love, that
would be dirty too. The difference is always love." "I'm glad
I love Matt and Paul, and that they love me, because I'm always
full of lust for them." Bob said. We hadn't noticed Bob come in
the room. "Supper is on the table."
We had supper, and talked to Teto about the counseling
available, and that he and his parents might need to see
someone. Paul and I cleaned up the dishes and kitchen, as Teto
got dressed in his clean clothes, and Bob relaxed at the
breakfast bar. We all moved to the den, and turned on the TV.
We were watching a movie when the phone rang. I looked at the
clock, and it wasn't quite 9:30. It was Teto's parents. I told
everyone that Teto's dad was uncomfortable with gays, and there
was no need to make a point of our relationship. Paul went to
meet them, and showed them the way to our house. I had Teto
stay with us, even though I knew he wanted to see his family as
soon as possible. I wanted a private place for them to meet.
Teto was standing as his parents walked in the door. Nothing
was said as his father started to lift his arms out, and Teto
ran to him. They all three stood there hugging and crying, his
father hugging and rocking Teto, with his mother hugging them
both, as she muttered, "Bless God, Bless the Lord", in Spanish.
We sat in the livingroom, and Bob served everyone coffee.
Teto's dad wanted to start home right away, because he had to be
at work at 8am in the morning. We talked, and I told them the
highlights of what had happened to Teto. His father promised me
they would meet with their priest both as a family and
individually for counseling. I felt they were a family full of
love, that just got into trouble. They stayed only a few
minutes before Teto and his dad were saying thank you, and
shaking our hands. His mother kissed each one of us on the
cheek, saying thank you in English, but I know enough Spanish
to understand the thank you and God bless you, she kept saying
in that language, as they left.
I felt good when they left. I had a feeling of fulfillment
and accomplishment, that I hadn't had in a long time. Bob told
me I had saved Teto's life. That might be a little strong, but
I feel it was one of the more important things I have done in my
lifetime.