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 6
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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Bobby's Story
He checked the recorder to make sure it had a fresh tape, with
the subjects name, Bobby, his age, 10 years old, and the date on
it with the notation Incest Victim. The subject was under, and
resting comfortably.
"Ok, Bobby, you feel very comfortable and relaxed. Nothing is
bothering you. Bobby, do you remember the first time you played
with your Daddy's pee-pee?"
"No. It's something we just always did."
"Think back Bobby, what were you doing the first time you played
with Daddy's pee-pee?"
"Daddy and I are taking a bath. I have Spiderman, and he is
climbing up Daddy's leg. He is being chased by a bunch of bad
guys, and I cover him up with the hairs around Daddy's pee-pee.
Daddy has a whole lot of hair around his pee-pee, but I don't
have any. Daddy's pee-pee is getting big and standing up, and
my Spiderman hides behind Daddy's pee-pee. Daddy says for me to
take my hand and rub his pee-pee up and down. Daddy's pee-pee
is so big, I have to use both hands to go around it. Daddy's
pee-pee has gotten real big and when I try to bend it, I can't.
Daddy says I'm getting to be a big boy now, and that I can suck
Daddy's milk out of him and drink it now. Daddy tells me to put
the end of his pee-pee in my mouth. His pee-pee is so big I
can't get it in my mouth. Daddy tells me to cover the hole in
the end of his pee-pee with my mouth. Daddy says to lick his
pee-pee and suck it like it was a straw in Daddy's milk shake.
Daddy puts my hands on his balls. They are real-real-real big.
He tells me to move my hands around rubbing his balls. It feels
funny, and I giggle, but Daddy says it feels really good. Daddy
put his hand around his pee-pee and is rubbing it up and down
really fast. Daddy's making funny noises and says for me to
get ready to swallow his milk. Daddy's milk comes out really,
really fast. I can't swallow as fast as it is coming out, and
it's coming out of my mouth. It didn't taste very good. Not as
good as regular milk, and it's real thick, and hard to swallow.
Daddy's breathing real fast like our dog does after he runs
around a lot, but Daddy didn't run anywhere. Daddy tells me to
lick up the rest of his milk that spilled out my mouth. He
tells me I am a real good boy, and he is proud of me. That
makes me feel real good. Daddy says it has to be our secrete
that I'm a big enough boy to suck Daddy's milk out. Daddy says
we can't tell even Mommy, because girls can't suck the milk out
of Daddys' pee-pee, and that some men are stingy and don't want
to give their little boys their daddy's milk. But Daddy loves
me and wants me to have his milk so I can grow up big and strong
like him. But we can't tell anyone Daddy let me have it."
"Do you know how old you are Bobby?"
"No."
"Do you go to school?"
"Only big kids get to go to school."
"Do you remember the first time he put his pee-pee up your
bottom?"
"OUCH-OUCH-OUCH-OUCH-0UCH-DADDY-OUCH-OUCH-NO-OUCH-IT HURTS
DADDY! IT HURTS! PLEASE DADDY TAKE IT OUT! IT HURTS!"
"It's Ok, Bobby, Your Daddy's not doing it anymore, and you
don't hurt anymore. Just relax, everything is alright, your
safe now. Your very relaxed and rested. I'm going to count
backwards from 10 to 1. When I reach 1, you will wake up
feeling relaxed and refreshed. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
How do you feel Bobby?"
"Ok."
"Alright, It's almost time for Meds, you run back to your room,
and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, Dr. Johnston."
When Bobby got back to his room, Ben was the nurse giving out
the medications. As Ben handed him his Meds, he ask, "How did
it go?"
"I don't know, he put me under."
"It's Ok then, he only does that when he wants you to remember
something that happened a long time ago. I'll see you after
lights out."
Bobby went to supper, then watched some TV in the day room.
Ben made sure he was the one to give Bobby his sleeping pill.
Everyone had to take the pill in front of the nurse, then open
their mouth and show they had swallowed it. Bobby slipped his
under his tongue, drank the water, and opened his mouth so Ben
could check. Bobby lifted his tongue, and when Ben saw the
pill, he smiled a little and said, "Ok, Bobby. Get to bed."
Bobby went to the bathroom, spit the pill into the toilet,
flushed it and made sure it had gone down. It had been 3 days
since Ben had worked the night shift, and Bobby wanted to be
wide awake for the fun.
Bobby couldn't stay awake, no matter how hard he tried. Ben
came in a little after 11pm, and gently shook Bobby awake. Bobby
was a little slow waking up, and stumbled out of bed. He
followed Ben to a treatment room. As soon as the door closed,
they both start taking off their pants. Bobby had on pj's, and
Ben his white uniform trousers. Ben put lube up Bobby's bottom,
working it in first with one finger, then with two fingers and
at last with a third one. Bobby was real loose, and it didn't
take long at all. Ben put on a condom, and placed the head of
his dick at Bobby's opening. As Ben pushed in, Bobby started
pushing out. Bobby hadn't seen a lot of different dicks, but
Ben wasn't as big as his father, so Ben pushed right in even
though it hurt a little. He pushed into Bobby until his pubic
hairs were crushed against Bobby's little bubble butt.
He rested when he was all the way in to give Bobby's body time
to get used to his dick. As soon as Bobby started giving low
moans of appreciation, Ben started slowly pulling his dick from
Bobby and slowly pushing back in. In less then five minutes,
Bobby was shuddering and convulsing with his climax. As Bobby's
started, Ben started his climax, shoving as deep into Bobby as
he could. As Ben finished and withdrew, Bobby sighed and said,
"I love you Ben. I just can't understand how they can say doing
it with someone you love is wrong, when you both want to do it."
"I love you too kid. What you think and feel isn't important
to most people. They think kids should just do what their told
to, and don't have any right to think for themselves, or decide
what they want. They all think a kid can't have feelings until
their 18. They just don't understand about people like you and
me. Just remember everything I told you and you'll get out of
here real quick."
"I try to Ben, but it scares me when he puts me under. I'm
afraid I'll say something wrong."
"He won't ask about anything that is happening now, while your
under. He will only ask about things you suppressed a long time
ago. Just remember to keep telling them you understand what
your Dad did was wrong, that it wasn't your fault, and your glad
it's stopped." Ben looks at his watch and tells Bobby he has to
make the bed checks."
"Ok, Ben. I'll try to remember everything you told me."
"Did your Mom come see you today?"
"No."
"Well you've got me as long as you're here."
"Thanks Ben, I love you." Bobby says as he hugs him. "I better
get back to bed."
***********
Dr. Johnson checked Bobby to make sure he was under. "Bobby,
you feel very relaxed and comfortable. Nothing can hurt you,
but you can remember everything without feeling the pain. How
old were you the first time your Daddy tried to put his pee-pee
up your bottom?"
"I was in Mrs. Baker's class, she was my very first teacher.
Mrs. Baker was a really good teacher, and I loved going to
school and learning things. Daddy's dickie hurt me real bad.
Daddy couldn't get all his dickie in me, and I had blood coming
out my butt. That scared me real bad, but Daddy said it was
alright and it would stop before long. It didn't take long
before I didn't bleed when he put his dickie up my butt, but it
always hurt. When I was 9, it started to feel real good after
it stopped hurting. Daddy knows how to make me feel good, and
he could put it all the way in. I only hurt for a little while,
before it started feeling really good."
"Did your Daddy still have you suck on his dickie?"
"I could get every bit of his dick in my mouth. I would just
swallow all of it down. Dad really liked for me to do that to
him."
"Ok Bobby, your feeling very relaxed and rested. I am going to
count backwards from 10 to 1, and when I reach 1 you will wake
up felling very good. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. How do
you feel Bobby?"
"Ok. I feel real good."
"Good. Lets talk some more for a minute, about your going to
the hospital to have your appendices out. I know you were
scared, and was very upset when you found out the doctor was
suspicious and had called the police. I know you thought it was
your fault that your Dad had been arrested. How do you feel
about that now?"
"I know the doctor was only trying to protect me from my Dad
doing bad things to me. It's not my fault he did those things
to me. I'm just a kid, and I couldn't stop him."
"And what about busting the foster families TV, and throwing the
chair at the other foster boy? You know that not being able to
handle your rage is what sent you here."
"I'm sorry I did that, I know I won't do anything like that ever
again, but I still think that boy shouldn't have kept calling me
a queer and a girl. He kept saying I was a girl because I let
my Dad fuck me like a girl. I'm not a girl, I'm a boy. I was
feeling real bad about my Dad that day." Bobby wasn't about to
tell the doctor about the foster families 14 year old son that
liked to fuck him every day! That had been real good. He
wasn't so big that he hurt too bad going in. Nor was he going
to tell him he felt bad about his Dad because he missed him so
much.
"You know that you can't see your Dad now until your 18. How do
you feel about that?"
"I don't ever want to see him again! He shouldn't have done
those bad things to me."
"Ok Bobby, I think your ready for a home visit. I don't see any
problems, so I think you can be back home with your Mom soon."
"Thank you Dr. Johnson."
***********
Bobby went back to his Mom for good on a Friday. Bobby's Mom
lived with her boyfriend Jim, and she made sure that Bobby knew
she didn't want him in her hair. She told him as long as he
stayed out of trouble, she didn't care what he did. Jim didn't
work, but got a Supplemental Security Income check every month,
which he called his SSI. Jim said, "I'm too nervous to work, I
can't stand any boss." Bobby's Mom was planning on signing up
for Aide to Dependent Children, but she wasn't going to tell
them she worked as a waitress in a strip club. Her boss, didn't
hold out taxes and paid under the table, so there would be no
paper work to worry about. She worked 3 or 4 nights a week, and
could make a hundred dollars a night in tips. Friday and
Saturday nights were always good tips, so she went to work.
Bobby took his bath, and walked into the livingroom naked.
Jim was setting on the couch in his boxers, drinking beer and
watching TV. Bobby started to sat down on the couch. Jim
looked at him and said, "Don't you think you had better put some
clothes on? You might get that ass raped again, running around
here like that."
"Promises, promises." taunted Bobby, as he turned around, stuck
his bottom out and shook it. He reached back and spread his
butt cheeks wide.
Jim reached out and grabbed him, pulling him up onto his lap
as Bobby giggled. Bobby could feel Jim's hard-on growing under
the thin material of his boxers. Bobby reached into the slit,
and wrapped his hand around Jim's dick as much as he could.
Bobby's fingers didn't meet, but he was thinking Jim was just
about the right size. Bobby slowly pulled up and pushed down on
Jim's dick, slowly jacking him off, and making him harder. Jim
said, "Let's go lay on the bed, I think I just might like to try
some of that butt.", so they went to Bobby's room. Jim walked
to Bobby's room with his hard-on sticking straight out of his
boxers. Bobby's little hard-on was laying flat against his
stomach.
Bobby ran to get the Vaseline, and put the lube up himself,
then on Jim's dick. Jim had never fucked a boy's ass before, so
Bobby told him to stop after he got the head of his dick in.
Bobby hurt, but not real bad. When the pain became less, Bobby
told him to push in some more. It didn't take long for Jim to
be all the way inside Bobby. When Bobby stopped hurting so bad,
he told Jim to start fucking him. It wasn't long before Bobby
had his first climax of the night. Bobby, knew he could have a
lot of climaxes if the person fucking him could hold out. Jim
must have drank a lot of beer, because he kept groaning, and
kept pumping and pumping into Bobby's ass. Bobby soon had
another body spasm that he felt would never end. He was
moaning and twisting and jerking under Jim. Jim got tense, and
shoved into Bobby as far as he could, giving a long loud
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH". His seed started erupting from his dick and
flooding the inside of Bobby's body. Bobby felt every hot
splash off his insides as it filled him up, and started running
out his ass. Jim rolled to the side of Bobby, holding Bobby
fast to his crotch, but keeping his dick inside him as he
started to go soft.
"DAMN! But you're a good fuck, boy! We'll have to do this a
lot!"
Sometime later, the phone ringing woke Jim up. He pulled his
soft dick out of Bobby with a soft pop, the dried cum sticking
his pubic hair to Bobby's butt, and hurting as it pulled free.
Jim went to answer the phone. She was ready to come home. Jim
said he would be just a few minutes, and got dressed to pick her
up. Luckily, she usually didn't want sex on the nights she
worked. Jim didn't think he could get it up again. Damn that
boy had drained him! Jim wasn't sure but that he was a better
fuck than his mother was.
So they settled into their routine. Anytime Bobby's mother
would go to work, Bobby and Jim would fuck. Jim and Bobby's Mom
slept late everyday. Usually, they didn't get up until about
1pm, and would then start drinking beer, and smoking pot. The
first few days, Bobby would wake up about 8 or 9, and watch TV.
But that disturbed his Mom and Jim and they would yell at him,
so he would go outside and play. There really wasn't much to do
and no other kids to play with, and he was always bored. There
wasn't much food in the house, so he would usually make a peanut
butter sandwich for lunch. Once, he snuck one of their beers to
go with it. Bobby decided he liked beer, so had one for lunch
every day.
**********
Bobby had been home almost a week when he saw a motor home
pulling into the space across the drive. He went over and
started talking to this real old guy named Matt. Matt didn't
treat him like a little kid, but talked to him and showed him
how to hook everything up. Matt let Bobby play with his
computer and then they watched some TV. Matt was real nice, and
gave him lunch and all the milk and cookies Bobby could eat, and
he was real hungry. Bobby had eaten the last of the peanut
butter last night, and there had only been enough to make a half
of a sandwich. There was nothing for him to eat but a slice of
bread that morning.
Bobby was a little confused though. Matt acted like he wanted
to fuck him, but when Bobby would wiggle his ass or make a pass
at Matt to let him know he wanted to have sex, Matt would ignore
it. Matt let Bobby stay with him all day, and even let Bobby
have supper with him, but wouldn't let Bobby have a beer. They
had pizza, and since Matt had bought, Bobby cooked and cleaned
up. Bobby was careful not to let the pizza burn, and he was
proud that they turned out real good. Matt said they were the
best pizzas he had ever had. Matt let Bobby stay with him until
Jim came back home late at night. Bobby had a real good time
that day, the best since he had been back home, and Matt said
he had fun too. Matt told Bobby he could come back over when
Matt got back tomorrow.
Bobby ran all the way home, and when he got inside, Jim was
setting on the couch naked. He was smoking a joint as he slowly
stroked his hard-on, and he looked at Bobby and said, "I'm so
horny, you better get that butt greased up before I start dry
fucking you. I hope you didn't let that old guy fuck you, I
don't want to be second in a cummy hole." Bobby told him he
hadn't fucked Matt. Bobby got the Vaseline, and Jim followed
him into the bedroom. Bobby got the lube up himself, slowly
working three fingers into his hole. Jim was getting impatient
and kept telling him to hurry up. Bobby greased Jim's dick, and
laid on his stomach, placing his pillow under him to raise his
butt up. Jim entered him, going faster then Bobby liked, but he
slowed down when Bobby told him that hurt too bad. After Bobby
got used to his dick, Jim started pumping fast and hard into
him. Jim was grunting and breathing fast. In only minutes,
Bobby started spasming and moaning, and as Jim shuttered and
groaned, they both had their climaxes. They rolled onto their
sides, staying hooked together, as Jim told Bobby what a good
fuck he was. They drifted off to sleep, Bobby still impelled
on Jim's soft dick.
There was someone screaming. Bobby felt the pain as he was
being hit with something. Mom was hitting him with a shoe, and
screaming at him, calling him a bitch and a whore and a little
faggot...... He tried to twist away from her, and started
pleading for her not to hit him anymore, as Jim jumped off the
bed and stood there with both hands held up, just watching.
Mom grabbed him by the hair and started dragging him out of the
room, down the hallway to the front door. She was shaking him
and screaming she wouldn't loose another man because of him, and
that he better get out and never come back or she would kill
him.
"Where can I go?" Bobby cried.
"I don't care! Go to that old faggot you spent all day with,
maybe he'll want your ass." She kicked Bobby as she pushed him
naked out the front door. She slammed the door and Bobby heard
it lock.
Bobby went over to the motor home, and started banging on the
door. Hoping Matt would be his new Daddy.
**********
I told Bobby that I already cared a great deal for him, and I
wanted to be his father and take care of him. I told him that
dads don't do those kind of things to their sons, and I wanted
him to be my son. Bobby said he couldn't understand how
something that felt so good could be wrong when you did it with
someone you loved.
Bobby was getting real sleepy, but I was concerned about his
injuries. They were starting to turn a deep shade of blue. I
asked if he hurt inside and he said no. I knew after having a
few custody battles with my ex-wife, that there was more than
one way to get custody of a kid, but if Bobby was hurt
internally, I needed to get custody fast so I could get him
treated. I got out my Polariod and had Bobby stand so I could
get photos of every inch of his body. I forced myself not to
look at his boyhood. At first, he was a little shy about my
taking pictures of him naked, but when I explained they would
help me get custody of him, he didn't mind. I tried to get
photos showing every black and blue spot on him, and took all 14
shots I had. When he looked at the photos, Bobby looked at me
and said "I look bad don't I." It was said as a statement, not
a question. All I could do for his hurts was to give him some
Advil for the pain, and put some lotion on his body. I tried to
get him to use one of the other beds, but he wanted to be able
to touch me while he slept, so I got him one of my clean tee
shirts to sleep in. It came almost to his knees, and almost
fell off his little shoulders. I laid back down with my pants
on. We went to bed to wait for morning.
I couldn't go back to sleep. I just lay there thinking of all
the things I would like to do to the people who had hurt this
wonderful little boy. In his sleep, Bobby snuggled in close to
me and I wrapped my arms around him. I realized that anger
couldn't help my little boy now. What was needed was a cold
passion about his welfare. I started planning the best and
fastest way of getting custody of him. As I lay planning in my
mind what to do, I also tried to think of everything that could
go wrong. One of the things I thought about was, what was I
going to do with an 11 year old. I had already raised my family
and had grand-kids. What would happen to him if I should die
before he was 18? There are obits in the paper every day for
people not older the me. As I lay there holding my little boy
in my arms, it was getting lighter and lighter outside. I
looked at the clock, and it was already 8 am. I had decided
my first step would be to see a lawyer and find out if what
I wanted to do would work in Texas.
I didn't want to leave Bobby by himself, but I couldn't take
him with me without being asked a lot of questions I didn't want
to have to answer. I slipped out of bed, and took my shower and
shaved. If you have ever taken a shower in an R.V., you know it
has to be a very quick one as you will run out of hot water. The
lack of sleep should have already been telling on me, but I was
running on adrenalin. I made a pot of coffee, and sat drinking
it until 8:45. All thought of the Trade Show was gone. I had
important work to do. I woke Bobby up and told him I was going
to go find a lawyer. I told him I promised never to lie to him,
and that I might not be able to get custody of him, but I
thought I could. He told me he would be OK, and that he
promised never to lie to me. He put his little arms around my
neck and gave me a big wet kiss on the lips. I asked how he
felt this morning, and he said he was kinda sore, but he would
be OK in a few days. I asked if his mother had ever beat him
like that before, and he said not that bad. I showed him where
he could find something for breakfast when he got up. I told
him to lay back down and sleep some more, and that I would be
back as soon as I could.
I went out and quickly disconnected the pickup from the motor
home. It didn't take long to find a phone, but finding one with
a phone book was something else. I spotted a 7 to 11, and was
about to pull in and ask to use their phone book, when I saw a
lawyer's office. I pulled into the parking lot, and went in. I
told the lady at the desk that I needed to talk to someone about
a child custody matter, and asked if there was anyone there I
could talk to. She wanted me to make an appointment for the
next Monday, but I told her it had to be completed that day.
She asked me to take a seat, and said she would see if I could
be worked in. It was only a few minutes before a man of about
35 came out and asked me to step into his office. We introduced
ourselves and I explained that I wanted to get custody of a
child I wasn't related to. I told him the type of paper I
thought I could get his mother to sign, and asked if it would
hold up in Texas, as I knew it would in Oklahoma. He said it
would, as long as the mother agreed and didn't change her mind
at some point in the future. I told him I didn't think there
was much danger of that happening. I asked him to draw up the
paperwork, but that I would have to call and tell him the
child's and his mother's full legal names. I also told him it
was important that I get the papers signed that day, but
couldn't say when I could get the mother in to sign them. He
told me that we would work something out, but first I needed to
get the mother to agree. I left a cash deposit large enough to
cover the bill, and told him I would call as soon as I could.
I found a Walmart on the way back to the motor home, and
pulled in to get Bobby something to cover up with. I wasn't
sure of the sizes he needed, but thought a size 14 Husky should
fit pretty good. I found a pair of red shorts and picked out a
red tee shirt with Micky Mouse on it. I got a package of undies
for him and some socks. I didn't want to buy shoes without him
trying them on, so I picked out a pair of sandals that looked
like they would fit. It was by then getting close to lunch
time, so I stopped at the McDonald's outlet and got some burgers
and fries to take home. After I paid for the clothing I rushed
back to the motor home so I could be with Bobby and give him a
hot burger.
It was about 11:30 when I got back to the motor home. Bobby
was up and watching T.V. His eyes lite up when I brought in the
hamburgers and clothes. He stripped off my tee shirt and tried
on his new jockeys. I turned my head so I wouldn't see him
naked. The underwear would do for now, but I could tell he was
going to outgrow them before they wore out. I couldn't help
noticing his little package seemed to fill his shorts more
then I thought it would. The black and blue marks were already
starting to fade a little, but he still looked bad. The shorts
and tee shirt fit a little better, even though they were a
little tight. The sandals were a little big for him, but he
would grow into them pretty fast. Bobby struck some poises
after he finished trying on his new clothes. He turned and
stuck his butt out and wiggled it, and he started giggling and I
couldn't keep from joining in. Before I knew it, he had me
acting like a 10 year old. He didn't wolf down his food that
day, so I started wondering if he had been getting enough to eat
since he came back to his mother. I told him what the lawyer
had told me while we ate, and that I was going to go see his
mother. Bobby asked me what we would do if she wouldn't agree
to sign the papers. I tried to reassure him that I thought she
would sign, but that we would just have to try something else if
she didn't. He wanted to know what we could try, and I had to
admit to him that I didn't know, but that maybe the lawyer could
think of something.
I started getting myself mentally ready to face Bobby's
mother. It had been a lot of years since I had to have a face
to face show down with anyone, and this one was so important
that I just couldn't let myself be defeated. I got two of the
photos I had taken of Bobby. I chose a front view and a back view,
that showed his whole body. I told Bobby that I was going to give
them to his mother for her to remember him by. Bobby just nodded
his head and whispered OK. He rushed over to me, throw his arms
around my waist, hugging me tight to him, and said, "I love you Matt."
I choked up, hugged him back, and told him, "I love you too, Bobby."
I went over to his mothers mobile home, and knocked on the
door. I waited for a few minutes before knocking again and then
once more, before I started pounding on the door. The sleepy
voice of a man called out, "OK!, OK!, I'm com'n! Stop making so
much racket!" The door opened, and there stood the man that had
used my little boy. I thought to myself, "I'm glad HE could
sleep!", but I just told him I was there to see Bobby's mother,
about Bobby. Jim was about 5' 8", and very skinny. He looked
like a person who had abused his body with drugs and booze for
many years. He asked me if I was a cop or from welfare, and I
told him no, just someone that cared about Bobby. He started to
close the door, telling me to come back later after everyone had
woke up.
I was sure I could take him in a fight, even though he
was at least 30 years younger, so I stuck my foot in the
doorway, and I told him that if I did, it would be with the
police. That got his attention! He looked down at my balled up
fists, and told me to come on in, that he would get his
girlfriend up. I walked into the livingroom, but didn't sat
down. There were empty beer cans and dirty dishes everywhere
and the house smelt of stale beer, old food, and pot.
It only took a few minutes for them to come into the hallway.
His mother stopped at the end of the hallway, wrapping an old
robe around her, and leaned against the wall with a bored look
on her face. He boyfriend stood behind her. Bobby's mother
looked at me and with a sneer ask, "What do you want?". I didn't
bother to introduce myself, but just told her I wanted her to sign
custody papers, for me to keep Bobby. She asked me why she
should do that, and I took out the photos of Bobby and held them
up for her to see. I told her she should give me custody so I
didn't give the other photos and the statements my lawyer had to
the police, (so I lied), and then she wouldn't be charged with
Felony Child Abuse, and her boyfriend wouldn't be charged with
the Rape of a Child. The boyfriend started telling me it was
all Bobby's fault, about how he would run around naked, and
shake his ass at him, begging to be fucked.
Bobby's mother spoke up and sarcastically said "You can have
the little whore, I'm sure you'll get a lot of pleasure out of
him". I told her we would sign the papers at the lawyer's office
that afternoon, but I needed to call him with her name and Bobby's
full name, and setup a time. I told her I wanted Bobby's birth
certificate, Social Security Card, and his personal things. She
went into a bedroom and I heard drawers being slammed about.
In a few minutes, she came back into the hall and threw some
papers at me. I walked over and picked them up. It was his
birth certificate, and it said his name was Robert Allen
Morrison, and the other was his Social Security Cards. His
mother came back carrying a dresser drawer. She walked into the
livingroom, and up ended it onto the floor. There were a few
old toys, and a few worn out clothes. I asked for a sack to put
his stuff in, and the boyfriend brought me a trash bag. As I
stuffed Bobby's things into the sack, I told them I would come
tell them when we would go sign the paperwork. I also told her
I would keep the other photos in case she ever changed her mind
about letting me keep Bobby until he was 18, but as long as
Bobby stayed with me, they were all safe. I lay the photos on
top of an empty beer can that was on the coffee table, got the
sack that was less then 1/3 full, and went to the door.
I could see Bobby watching from the window of the motor home
with a very worried look on his little face. I gave him a
smile, and started across the drive. Bobby must not have hurt
as badly as he looked, because he came bounding out of the motor
home and grabbed me around the waist. We just stood in the
middle of the driveway hugging, neither of us looking over to
see if his mother was watching.
I led Bobby back to the motor home, telling him everything was
OK and that I was going to be his new Dad. As soon as we got
inside the motor home, Bobby pushed me down on the couch and
climbed into my lap facing me. He started hugging and kissing
me, and saying over and over thank you. Some of his kisses were
more erotic than any 11 year old should have known how to give,
and I could feel myself starting to get hard. I finally gently
pulled him off me, and told him I had to go call the lawyer. I
warned him that while it looked like everything was going to be
OK, the papers still hadn't been signed.
I went to a pay phone and called the lawyer's office. I told
the lady that answered who I was and gave her the names and
Bobby's place and date of birth, along with his Social Security
Number. She asked me to hold while she checked to see what time
we could come in to sign the paperwork. In just a few minutes,
she came back on the phone and asked if we could be there at
4:00. I told her we would be there. I then called my store and
told the lady that was taking care of it for me, that I would be
taking some time off, and would be back when I got there. I
told her I was getting a new son, which surprised her (me too).
I stopped at Bobby's mother's, and gave them the address of the
lawyer's office and told her to be there at 3:55. I told them I
would be leaving at 3:45 if they wanted to follow me. She said
she could find it, and closed the door.
I went back to the motor home and told Bobby everything was
looking good. We had almost two hours to wait, and we were both
so nervous and happy we couldn't set still. Bobby wanted to
know about where we would live, so I started telling him about
his new home. I told him we had a 3 bedroom house that was only
a few houses away from the school he would be going to next
year. He asked if there were any other kids in the
neighborhood, and I told him there were a lot of kids within
just a few blocks. I told him we would get him a bicycle so he
could get around, and asked if he had ever skateboarded or
rollerbladed, as I knew there were several kids in the
neighborhood that did. He told me he never had, but that he
would like to learn. I wasn't sure that I really wanted him to
learn, but I know how important it is to a kid to fit in. We
just talked, and Bobby let me hold him in my arms. I told Bobby
it was time for me to leave for the lawyer's office. He put his
arms around my neck and gave me a long wet kiss on the lips. He
started trying to french kiss me, but I wouldn't let him. I
told him dads didn't do that with their sons. He looked
disappointed and pouted a little, but he was too happy to be
down. I took another of the pictures of Bobby, and put it in
my pocket.