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 3
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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                             Married

  I got a job and my own house, and just drifted for the next
few years with no purpose or aim to my life.  I had a few good
friends, but they were all married or living with someone, and I
was often odd-man-out.  My sex life was still nonexistent,
except for jacking off once a day.  My jack-off fantasies
usually consisted of my dreaming about watching one of my
friends doing his wife.  Sometimes, when I was really horny and
lonely at night I would hug my pillow close and fantasize that I
had a wife.  That's when I met Mary.  She was a hippie, and I
was a conservative with hippie tenancies.  I didn't take part in
the drug scene, but I would sometimes go to a pot party at one
of my friends' houses.  It didn't bother me to sat and visit
having nothing more than coffee while everyone else got high
on beer and stoned on pot.  Most of those getting high didn't
mind my being there either, because as a group, we were non-
judgmental.  LSD was big at the time, and if someone had a bad
trip, I was there to help them down.  I once held a big 300-
pound biker type for 5 hours as he came down from a bad trip.
It just reinforced my decision not to have anything to do with
drugs myself.  Mary was into pot but wouldn't touch acid.  We
got along well together, she liked that I was 6 foot 2 inches to
her 5 feet 9 inches, and when I found out she needed a place to
stay, I told her she could stay with me for a while.

  After Mary moved in, I found out the first night she was
there, that she was a hippie in everything except sex.  When it
came to sex, Mary was an ultra-conservative.  She let me know in
no uncertain terms, that while she was thankful for my letting
her stay with me, there was no hope of our having sex unless we
were married.  I let her take my bedroom, and I slept on the
couch in the livingroom.  In less than a week, the sexual
tension was so high that I was running to the bathroom two or
three times an evening so I could jack off, and it never took me
long to cum.  At night, the thought of her laying in my bed made
me so horny I had to jack off once more, before I could go to
sleep.  I knew I didn't love her, but I had never found anyone
that I did love.  I knew I couldn't go on living that way, but
Mary needed someone to take care of her and I couldn't just kick
her out.  I was lonely--horny all the time, and although I
didn't love her, I did like her.  So we decided to get married
even though I knew she didn't love me either.

  I got some time off from work, and Mary and I went to
Albuquerque to meet her mother and sister.  Mary wanted to get
married at home if her mother would let her.  I had a van at the
time that had room in the back for a full sized mattress, so I
put one in and we took off.  I knew that Mary's father had been
a guard, and had died of heart problems when she was young.  I
also knew her mother had never remarried, so when we got to
Albuquerque, I was surprised to find Mary came from a upper
middle-class home.  Her mother was high up in Civil Service,
back in the days when that was unusual.  Her older sister met us
out at the van, and just about flipped when she saw the mattress
in the back. Meeting Mary's mother and sister was a very tense
moment.  We all tried to be on our best behavior, so while things
were tense, there was no screaming and yelling.  We learned that
New Mexico required blood tests and a 5-day waiting period before
getting married.  As I had only gotten a week off work, and one
day of that was already gone, we decided to go to Las Vegas,
Nevada, and get married.  We spent the night at her mother's
house in separate rooms, and left early the next morning.

  It was late into the night when we got to Las Vegas, and we
were both tired, so we got a motel room for two days.  Mary
still insisted we could not have sex until she had that piece of
paper in her hand.  She did admit that she had been raped by her
boyfriend, and that was one of the reasons she had stolen her
mother's car and run away from home.  As soon as we got inside
the motel room, I couldn't stand the pressure in my nuts any
more. I hadn't jacked off since early morning, so I headed right
for the bathroom, and was hard before I even got the door
closed.  I dropped my pants and boxers and ran my hand under my
shirt, rubbing it slowly and gently over my chest, pinching and
pulling gently on my nipples, as I dreamed it was Mary doing it
to me.  My hard-on was in my other hand being slowly stroked.
In only moments, my hand was pounding my meat hard and fast as
waves of pleasure ran through my body.  My load started
emptying, splashing onto the sink, the mirror, and the floor as
my knees gave way and I sank to the floor.  I had a real mess to
clean up before Mary saw the bathroom with gobs of white cum
everywhere.  I don't know what she thought about my spending so
much time in bathrooms; we never talked about it.

  Since there was only one bed in the room, we decided we could
share it for the night -- as long as we didn't touch.  When I awoke
the next morning, Mary was laying against me with her arm over
my chest and her head on my shoulder.  My dick was so hard it
was tenting the blanket on the bed, but I wanted to save it,
because it wouldn't be long before we were married, and I could
plant it inside Mary.  I slipped out of bed without waking her,
and made my way to the bathroom.  I needed a piss real bad but
was still too hard to start a stream.  All I could do was stand
over the toilet holding my hard throbbing dick until it went
down enough to let me piss.

  By 2:00, we had gotten the licenses and found one of those
wedding mill chapels that sell a 10-minute wedding.  I
rushed Mary back to the motel room, as I couldn't wait any
longer to sink my hard dick into her.  I wanted SEX.  We were
LEGAL now, she had her PAPER.  Mary wasn't in any hurry to get
undressed when we got back to the room.  I was undressed with my
hard-on trying to poke my belly button, before she even had her
coat off.  She let me undress her, and run my hands over her
small firm breasts, and down over her nice little butt, but she
was doing her best not to look at me.  I led her to the bed, and
we laid dow; all the while I was running my hands all over her
small firm body.  I licked and sucked on each of her pretty
breasts, teasing the nipples with my teeth until they each stood
up proud and firm.  I opened her legs and started fingering her
cunt as I licked and kissed from her lips to her belly button.
Her cunt was soon sopping wet, but she still had not touched me
or moved a muscle.  I lifted her hand and put it on my hard-on,
slowly moving it up and down.  As soon as I removed my hand from
her's, she stopped jerking, but just held my dick in her
hand a few moments.  She gave my dick a slight tug in the
direction of her hot pussy and dropped her hand.  I was so
nervous that I knew I wouldn't last long.   I mounted her,
keeping all my 160 pounds off her as I rested all my weight on
my elbows and knees.  I wanted to ask her to guide my dick
into her pussy, but I was afraid that my request would be
rejected.

  I worked my hand down between us, still keeping my weight
off her frail 120 pounds, and slowly and gently guided my hard,
throbbing dick into her hot wet pussy.  The feelings I was
having were so intense and great that I just stopped and rested
once I got all the way in.  The feeling of at last being inside
her hot silky love hole was almost more than I could stand.  I
was afraid if I moved a muscle I would shoot my load, and I
wanted to make it last a long time.  Mary still hadn't moved,
but I was in seventh heaven.  I started to slowly pump into her,
but my nuts were already tight against me and I was soon humping
faster and faster trying to get as deep into Mary as I could.
All too soon, I felt my lust and passion coming to a boil.  As
my seed started spurting into her, and as I shouted her name, I
had the hardest and most intense climax I had ever had in my
life.  I lay there trembling.  I was still hard and resting
inside Mary's pussy, after the most exhausting cum I had ever had,
and still I needed more.  I knew Mary hadn't had a climax yet, and
I really wanted her to have one too.  I started humping into her
pussy again and this time I was able to hold off cuming until I
knew Mary was having a climax.  She soon got stiff, and I could
feel the little slivers of pleasure running through her body,
and as the nipples of her breasts got hard and firm, I shot my
second load within 20 minutes of our getting back into the room.

  I gently withdrew my now-limp dick and rolled to the side.  I
lay holding Mary against me for a long time, just letting these
new feelings of well being run through me.  I could tell that even
though she hadn't moved or helped, she had enjoyed the sex.  I
wanted to talk about what I had felt, and have her tell me about
what it had been like for her -- but she told me that women don't
enjoy sex.  They just do the dirty thing once a week or so to
keep their husbands happy.  I could tell she was too embarrassed
to talk about sex with me, or let herself think she could enjoy
it.  That was something Mary was never able to overcome.  Our
sex life after that was alright for the most part, but never
really good or great, and Mary never would touch me more than
she had to during sex.  I could always climax, but it was never
again with the intensity of our first time together.  I was
always left wanting something more.  We would usually have sex
once a week on Saturday night.  The days Mary wouldn't have sex,
Mr. Thumb and his four sons took back over, and sometimes right
after Mary and I had finished, I would have to dash to the
bathroom.

  We returned to Tucson, and started trying to make the adjustments
to having someone else in our lives, that all newly weds go through.
Mary wanted to live in New Mexico, so I quite my job and we moved.

  Over the next two years, we had a son and a daughter.  As we
grew older, we found we had less and less in common.  Mary wanted
to be deep in the hippie movement, and I was more interested in
taking care of my family.  I wanted a home like most people had.
As we grew more apart, we would argue more and more about money,
life styles, the kids, and sex.  Of course, the more we argued
about it, the less we wanted to have sex together, and the more
often Mister Thumb and his four sons took care of my needs, and
Mary was just as happy if I didn't ask her for sex.  After seven
years of fighting, Mary left.  The last year we were together,
we didn't have sex more the twice, and not at all for the last
six months.  I was left alone again, but this time I had a six-
year-old son and a five-year-old daughter to take care of.  I
didn't know if I wanted her to go or stay.  After seven years,
I did feel a love for Mary, but I knew I wasn't in love with her.
I had never even looked at another woman, and didn't want another
one.  After I got used to her not being there, I enjoyed the peace
of not always fighting.

  I was working for an oil well servicing company, and would
sometimes be gone from home for as much as four days at a time,
but then I would have three days off.  The money was great, but
it was hard trying to find babysitters that would put up with my
hours.  One of the younger men I worked with got married and
said his wife would be glad to babysat, as we worked the same
hours.  It wasn't long though before they were expecting a baby,
and she didn't want to keep my kids anymore.  Things always work
out for the best even when we don't think they have at the time.
My father committed suicide that summer, so my 60 year old
mother came to live with us.

  Mom was a great help with the kids, and loved them very much.
I could have stayed with the job I had, and retired with a good
pension after being with the company only 15 years.   I had been
making good money on my job, so I wasn't broke, but about a year
after Mom came to live with us I decided to quite my job and
move to Oklahoma.  I wanted to spend more time with my kids, so
I opened a store.  We were all happy there, and as my kids got
older, they came to work with me in the store.

  I didn't like what I was seeing in my son at school though.
My son and I had always been very close, and I could see he was
headed for trouble with drugs and girls.  He was very involved
in his church group, and would try to be very pious when with
his church friends.  Then he would go to school, and try to be
Mr. Cool to his school friends.  It was tearing him up. When he
started the 9th grade, I had them both enrolled in a home school
program. That way, they went to school in the office of our
store, and I was able to keep an eye on them all day.  Even
though I was sometimes lonely at night, I was happy, and jacking
off once a day took care of my physical needs.  I still had not
meet anyone I could love like a man should love his mate.

  When he was 18, my son did something for the first time in
his life, without first talking it over with me. He joined the
National Guard.  He took his basic training, and then Advanced
Individual Training.  While in A.I.T., he met a young woman who
was also in the Army.  I knew the first time he told me about
her that he would probably marry her.  He knew that I thought 18
was too young to get married, so he didn't say any more about
it.  I felt sure he wouldn't marry unless he had my blessing,
and I was right.  I met the young lady a few weeks after they
met, and knew right away that she wanted to get married, but I
told my son he had time to wait awhile.  His girlfriend was
given a medical discharge while they were still in A.I.T., so
they carried on a long distance romance as she had gone back
home to Florida.

  I was aware that she had gone to Albuquerque by herself to
meet his mothers family, before she went home.  I was also
aware that they had some serious fights.  I didn't know what
they were about, but I knew it seemed she had won some and
that my son had won some.  So I wasn't worried about one always
bossing the other around.  I just wanted them to be sure there
was real love there and not just lust.  As soon as he finished
A.I.T., he went to Florida to spend a week with his girlfriend's
family. He had only been back home a few days when his National
Guard unit was put on active duty.  I told him that if he wanted
to marry his girl, I would give my blessing.  It didn't take 10
minutes before he was on the phone telling her to come home.
They were married three days later in what was probably the
fastest-arraigned formal wedding our church has ever had.  I
miss my son, his wife, and two grandsons a lot though, because
they decided to live in Florida and I don't get to see them as
often as I would like.  I am happy for them both though, as they
have a real love for each other.

  I wish I could say my relationship with my daughter was as
good as that with my son.  I can't.  My daughter always blamed
me for her mother not living with us, and so we always had a
stormy relationship.  She married a man from our church that is
nine years older then her, shortly after her 18th birthday. They
didn't ask my blessing, they just came in one day and told me
they had gone to city hall and were married.  I am sure that
they married for the wrong reasons, but it looks like that
marriage is also going to last as they have now been married for
16 years.  They have grown to love each other over the years,
and they also have two sons.

  My mother passed away shortly after my daughter was married.
She was very overweight and passed away in her sleep one night
from heart failure.  So once more in my life I was left totally
alone.  The older I got, the less interest I had in women, and I
didn't even bother to jack off every day.  Sometimes I might go
three or four days without getting a hard-on.  Then Bobby came
into my life.