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 8
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 My Lover
On the way back to the motor home, I told Bobby that what he
had done was very dangerous. We talked not only about someone
physically hurting him, but also about AIDS and the other things
that are passed on that way. I told him I loved him to much to
see him hurt that way. He promised me that he would never
pickup anyone in a rest room again, and told me I was the only
one he wanted to have sex with, but that he needed sex and I
wouldn't give it to him. He told me he had thought I wanted to
have sex with him too, from the first time we had met. I had to
admit to him that I did, but that it was very hard for me to
admit it to myself, much less to him.
I explained that I had a lot of hangups about it, about gay
sex, about his age, and about my own age, but that I really
did love him and wanted his love and his body. I told him I
loved him and wanted him, but that I didn't want to be a child
molester and hurt him in any way. He looked at me and asked
how I could molest him when he had been the one trying to molest
me. I laughed a little, smiled over at him, and told him that's
not how the law or the rest of the world saw it, because I was
an adult and a child couldn't molest an adult.
When we got inside the motor home, Bobby pushed me down on the
couch, climbed on top of me and stated to french kiss me. He
forced my lips open, and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He
quickly pulled away, and said that felt funny. I shyly removed my
upper dentures, and he tried again. He run his tongue across
my gums, feeling where each of my teeth had been. Bobby pulled
back and said it still felt funny, but that he liked it. His
lips were once again crushing mine, as we let passion rule and I
found the inside of his sweet young mouth. My hands slipped
down to his firm round butt, caressing each cheek lovingly. He
started unbuttoning my shirt, as he slowly humped against me,
our lips still locked against each other. I broke our kiss, and
nervously admitted to him that he would have to teach me what
to do, and how to please him.
Bobby pulled open my shirt and took my left nipple in his
mouth, gently sucking and kissing on it. It was the first time
anyone had ever done that to me, and I didn't know it could feel
soooo erotic. I knew I would do anything my little lover wanted
me to do to him. All to soon, he took his wonderful mouth away,
but quickly changed to my other nipple. I can't describe how I
felt, but the feelings he was giving me took my breath away,
it was more then I had ever felt before. I slipped my hands
under his shirt, feeling the smooth warmth of his beautiful
body. I let my hands roam from his back to his small perfect
chest. I took one of his small nipples between my thumb and my
forefinger, gently pinching and pulling on it. I expected Bobby
to be too sexually immature to get anything more than
psychological satisfaction from sex, but as I played with his
nipples, he started moaning and withering against my hand and
his little nipples started getting hard.
Bobby stood up, taking my hands and pulling me to my feet. He
pulled my shirt off and reached for my belt buckle. Slowly with
an impish grin, he undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and
pulled down the zipper. He let the weight of my pants drop them
to the floor. I stood there with my shoes and socks on and my
pants around my ankles with just my tented out jockeys, wet
with a large spot of pre-cum, covering my erect manhood. He
placed his hands on my chest gently rubbing and feeling down to
my love handles, all the while kissing on me around my belly
button and down the patch of hair leading to my dick. Bobby
hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of my jockeys and started
pulling them down to my ankles, gently lifting them out over my
hard-on. He placed his small hands on each of my butt cheeks,
and pulled me to him, so that his nose was in my pubic hair and
my dick laying hard against his cheek. He inhaled deeply taking
in my scent, and started licking and kissing at the root of my
dick where it joins my ball sac. It was almost more than I
could stand. I told him if he kept it up I was going to shoot
before I even got him undressed. He looked up at me with that
sweet grin of his and said we wouldn't want that to happen. He
quickly licked the pre-cum from my dick, smiling that impish
grin. Bobby pushed me back down onto the couch and took off my
shoes and socks, slipping my pants and underwear off each foot.
I sat there in front of my young lover, naked with my manhood
proudly standing at attention, while leaking more pre-cum then
I had in years, and I wasn't ashamed.
I reached over and lifted Bobby's shirt over his head, as he
helped me by lifting his arms. His perfect body slowly came
into my view, from his nicely formed innie belly button, to his
beautiful small round nipples, and then his narrow fine formed
shoulders. He was so gorgeous that even the dark bruises
couldn't detract from his beauty. With trembling hands I
unfastened his belt and opened his pants. He was right about
the baggy pants hiding his hard-on. His jockeys were also
tented out, much further than I expected them to be.
I pulled his pants and jockeys down, drinking in with my
eyes every bit of him as he became exposed. I thought I
couldn't get any harder, but as I gazed upon his hard penis,
I did. I hadn't really looked at him before, I had been
expecting to see a little boy's hard, skinny, penis. What
I saw, was a perfectly formed mini dick that had been cut,
just a little thicker around then my thumb, and about 3 to
3 and a half inches long, standing up hard against his stomach.
His nuts were starting to lower in their sack, and already they
were not very much smaller then were my own. There wasn't a hair
on his smooth body, or I could have been looking at a small man,
he was losing that little boy look already. I looked up at his
face. He looked a little apprehensive, as if he was worried
about what I would think. I smiled at him and told him I thought
he was beautiful, and a large grin spread across his face.
I asked if he could cum yet, and he shook his head no. I
had never even touched another penis except for my son's and
grandson's when they were babies, and I had to change their
diaper or give them a bath. The dark purple head of Bobby's
dick seemed to be drawing me to it. I leaned over and placed
a kiss on the perfect helmet shaped head, smelling for the first
time a boy, my Bobby. I let my mouth slip over his dick,
devouring it but being careful not to let my lower teeth scrape
him. It seemed to be the most natural and normal thing to do.
The only thing I could do.
Bobby let out a long soft OOOOOOOH and started moaning and
bucking into my mouth. I started sucking and bobbing my head
up and down, pulling his little dick nearly out of my mouth and
running my tongue around the fat head. I sucked his dick all
the way back into my mouth, and started over. With my hand I
started stroking his nuts, gently massaging them, feeling another
male for the first time. In just a minute or two, Bobby's whole
body started jerking and convulsing. When his knees gave way, he
slumped over me.
I moved him onto my lap, and started taking off his shoes and
socks as he recovered. He reached his hand to my cheek, and
lovingly caressing me said, "Nobody has ever done that for me
before". I smiled at him and told him I didn't want to just use
him, but that I wanted us to be equal partners when it came to
sex. He pulled my head to his lips, and gave me a long tender
kiss.
Bobby rested for a short while, then jumped up and said he
would be right back. With his hard-on leading the way he went
to the bathroom. I was surprised at myself that I still had a
hard-on too, and was still leaking. I was wishing he would
hurry, when I heard the toilet flush, then water running in the
sink.
It had been quiet for a minute when Bobby came back with the
jar of Vaseline in his hand. He spread a towel on the bed and
once again with that impish grin, crooked a finger at me. As
I went over to him, he told me to lay down on my back with my
butt on the towel, and that he wanted me to fuck him.
I laid down, and Bobby smeared Vaseline on my dick. He
kneeled over me with one of his knees on each side of me.
He lined my dick up with his hole, and then, very slowly, he
just sat down, impelling himself on my dick. The feeling of
being inside him was so great I thought I would die right then.
How can I describe it? The words hot, tight, wet, and soft,
they all seem so inadequate! It was the most thrilling thing
to ever happen to me.
All my doubts and hangups were gone. This is the person
I had been looking for all my life. We were one. Bobby had the
most satisfied and contented look on his face I had ever seen
on anyone. Slowly, he raised himself up until just the head of
my dick was still in him, and then he slowly lowered himself
back down.
The feeling was so intense, that I wanted it to go on forever.
I gently rubbed his thighs, slowly moving to the inside of his legs
as Bobby started a slow up and down movement of his body on my dick.
I reached for his dick, and started jacking him off in time with his
movements. Bobby started groaning and moving faster and faster as I
started bucking into him. He leaned forward until our lips met and
he forced his tongue into my mouth, all the while we were trying to
maintain our rhythm. It was so good I couldn't keep from squirming
and moaning, as I bucked into my lover. Bobby broke our kiss and
there was a sharp intake of his breath. His body started a spasm with
several sharp contractions. With my fingers I could feel each one as
they passed through his dick as he tried to shoot what wasn't there.
His ass tightened and relaxed around my dick in time to his contractions,
and I couldn't hold back any longer. The earth moved, as I started
shooting my load deep into my lover. I don't know how long my climax
lasted, but it was the most intense I had ever had and seemed to go on
forever. Nothing mattered except my love for this young boy. My Lover.
My mate. My life.
Bobby sank down on top of me, and we just lay there panting,
as I came back to earth from that new world I had visited. I
was still imbedded in him, as I started to soften. All we could
do was hold each other close. It didn't take Bobby long to
recover, but he could tell I was still coming back. He kissed
me and with a caress, told me thank you, it was the best
he had ever had. I told him thank you and I tried to tell him
how it had been for me, but I couldn't find the words, all I
could do was pour out my love with my eyes. He put a finger to
my lips to hush me, and said, "I know, I can see it in your
eyes. No one has ever before looked at me like that after
they were done with me." We just lay there holding each other
and without saying anything, we just let the love flow.
My dick soon was so soft and small, that I just slipped
out of Bobby. I was amazed though that he was still hard. I
explained to him that as men get older, a man sometimes has
trouble getting an erection even when he wants to badly. I
told him that sometimes, I could get a hard-on and still not
be able to cum, but that if it ever happened with us, it was
nothing against him. Just nature. He said he understood, and
was glad I had told him because he would have thought it was his
fault otherwise.
Bobby was still hard, and started gently humping against my
stomach. I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He looked at me
shocked, and said he had never done it, that everyone always
fucked him. I told him there is a first time for everything,
and I wanted him. He took the corner of the towel and wiped
off his butt and my dick. I could see why he put the towel on
the bed, as my cum mixed with his ass juices stained the towel.
He told me to roll onto my stomach, and he placed a pillow to
raise my hips. Bobby got the Vaseline and put a big gob on his
finger. He spread my legs and opened my butt cheeks. His
finger touched my hole and I started feeling myself getting
hard again. He spread the Vaseline around, and started working
it into my hole. I couldn't help but clamp down on his small
finger. He leaned over and kissed my butt cheek, telling me to
just relax. I was able to relax, and he worked his finger all
the way in. I had been afraid it would hurt, but actually, I
enjoyed it. Looking over my shoulder, I watched him lube his
dick. I felt him lay down on my back, feeling my hole with his
dick. I couldn't help clamping down again, so he told me to
relax and do like I was trying to take a poop. It worked! I
felt him slip inside me. He asked if he was hurting me, and I
told him not at all. That it felt nice. He started humping
into me, and I remembered how great his contractions had felt
to me, so I started doing like I was trying to stop taking
a shit.
Bobby moaned, slipped his arms under my shoulders, and hugged
his chest tight against my back, telling me how good that felt.
I couldn't keep it up for long though. Bobby's breathing got
faster and he started humping harder and harder into me, I tried
making my butt contract and relax, around his dick, until I
could feel his body starting to climax again. As he pushed
tight into me, I tightened my hole as tight as I could, and felt
every one of Bobby's contractions through his dick. Bobby went
limp on my back, and just lay there breathing hard. It didn't
take him very long to recover though. Oh, to be a kid again.
Bobby gently withdrew his dick and rolled off me, laying at
my side. I rolled onto my side facing him. He seemed a little
disappointed that he hadn't made me climax again, so I told him
that if I could cum even once a day, that was good for me. I
told him I loved him so much that it was more important to me
that he climax, than it was if I cum at all. Bobby smiled
and said he believed me and that he didn't think I was just
saying that to make him feel better. I asked him how he liked
his first fuck. He giggled a little and said it was great, but
he still liked my dick in him better. He snuggled in close and
hugged me. I told him "Happy Birthday Bobby", as I lay stroking
his hair, and we were both at peace with the world.
Bobby suddenly sat up and said he just remembered something
he had left over at his old house. He started quickly getting
dressed. I asked what he had forgotten, and he just said he
would be right back. He was out the door like a flash. I got
up, got dressed and was pouring a cup of coffee when he came
back. He came in holding an enema bag, and holding it up said
he would need it to keep cleaned out. Then he looked at me kind
of shyly and said, "Not your slime, I want to keep that in me as
long as I can, but I want to be clean for you". All I could do
was hug him and give him a kiss.
We sat down close together on the couch, while I had my coffee
and Bobby had a 7 up. After we had finished our drinks, Bobby
asked if I would teach him how to ride his bike. We got his
bike and helmet, and I explained it was all about balance. I
assured him he would be popping wheelies before he knew it. We
went out into the driveway, and I held the back of the bike
while he got on. I told him to go slow, because I wasn't going
to run, he had already wore me out. He smiled and said "yeah,
but you loved it". I didn't disagree. We got off to a wobbly
start, but he found his balance real quick. I let go while he
was talking a mile a minute, and he didn't notice until he
looked back and I was way behind him. He was so proud of
himself. For the next few hours, he rode his bike up and down
the driveway, as I sat on the back of the pickup and just
watched my love.
When it started getting dark, I told him he had better put
the bike away until we got the lights on it. He was a little
disappointed, but he didn't argue. He locked his new bike to
the bumper of the motor home, after I showed him where to run
the cable through the bikes frame. He came in and we talked
about bike safety, and rules of the road awhile. I told him
that wearing the helmet was important to me because I couldn't
stand it if he were in an accident and got a head injury. He
promised he would always wear it for me. He looked over at me
and said, "This is the best Birthday I've ever had, thank you".
I told him, "your welcome lover". He grinned real big as he
reached over and hugged me, saying "I like for you to call me
your lover".
I asked what he wanted for supper, and he asked if we could
have pizza again. I told him that would be fine, we could go to
Pizza Hut. He said he would rather get it to go if he could
have a beer with it. I explained how I feel about drinking, and
that alcohol was not good for a growing body, but that I didn't
think one beer every once in a while, would hurt him. We went
over to his old house, and I called in our order. I told Bobby
I didn't want us to go over to his old house very much, in case
they came back. We had just about enough time to stop and get a
small birthday cake, two numeral one candles, and Bobby his beer
before we picked up the pizza. We took everything back to the
motor home and had a birthday party with just the two of us.
That night, Bobby taught me how to long dick, as we made slow
and caring love. This time he had me get on top of him, as he
raised his butt with a pillow. I gently worked the lube into
Bobby's most private spot, his wonderful love chute. I first
used just one finger, until Bobby told me to put another in him.
After I had worked 3 fingers in him awhile, Bobby put the
Vaseline on my dick and told me to start in slowly. Bobby had
me stop as soon as the head of my dick was in him, until his
body was used to me. I didn't like hurting him that way, but
Bobby said it always hurt at first, but the way I made his body
feel after it stopped hurting, it was worth it. I kept all my
200 pounds off Bobby, supporting myself on my knees and elbows,
not wanting to crush my little lover. I slowly worked my dick
all the way in, pausing often for Bobby to adjust. When I was
all the way in, we rested until Bobby pushed back against me,
letting me know he was ready. I slowly withdrew all but the
head of my dick from him, and then started back in. It didn't
take too many strokes before Bobby started moaning and thrashing
around. His body went rigid as he groaned and started shaking.
I stopped and rested inside him, as he gave a satisfied sigh,
and recovered himself.
I started to withdraw, but as he felt the head of my dick
coming out of him, he reached behind himself and grabbed my dick.
He said, "No! I Need More Of You! Please Matt, do it more!" I
started pushing back forward, as Bobby lined my dick back up with
his love chute. I felt so much love for him, that I just wanted
my body completely inside Bobby, and him completely a part of me.
I needed to become part of his body, to merge with him, to be
absorbed in his love. I started long dicking him again, and before
long, I started feeling the cum boiling in my nuts. I was surprised,
because it had been many years since I have been able to cum twice
in one day. I didn't speed up, until I felt myself about to blow.
I started taking short fast strokes as I told Bobby I was cuming again.
I pushed all the way into Bobby, and I started squirting my life force
into him. That set Bobby off and he climaxed once more. We rolled
onto our sides with Bobby still impelled on my dick, and drifted off
to sleep, the two of us becoming one, making our own world.
The next morning, Bobby woke me up by giving me a blowjob. I
told him it was no fair, because I couldn't reach him to give
him one. He slid around so we could 69, and I took his
wonderful boyhood into my mouth. I wasn't able to climax that
morning, but I did get Bobby off twice before I went soft, and
we gave up. I made sure Bobby knew I wanted to cum, but that
it sometimes took me days to recharge, and that it wasn't his
fault.
I asked Bobby if he would like to go to Six Flags Over Texas
(a theme park with rides). He got real excited, but then he
asked if we could afford to spend money the way we had been
doing. He let me knew that he knew it cost a lot of money to
get in. I told him that we couldn't do it very often, and that
we might have to eat a lot of beans when we got home, but that
this was a very special time for us, as it was kind of like a
honeymoon. He gave me a passionate kiss, and told me he loved
me. We spent the day at Six Flags, and Bobby rode every ride at
least once. Some of them, I took one look at and I told him he
would have to go on it alone. We had fun, but it wore this old
man out.
We spent the next few days just getting to know each other,
telling each our likes and dislikes, and I was falling deeper in
love each day. We agreed on some rules we would have to live
by. Bobby agreed never to go anywhere if I didn't know where he
was and how long he would be there. I was concerned his mother
might find him and kidnap him. Neither of us would ever have
sex with anyone else. Bobby agreed he wouldn't say anything
to another kid about sex if they didn't already know.
We also had to decide what we would tell a doctor or the
police, about Bobby's rectal condition. I knew he couldn't go
through school without ever having a medical exam. I asked him
if he knew what a dildo was. He shook his head no. I explained
they made a rubber penis, and that they came in different sizes.
I told him I would try to get one about the size of my penis.
Then if we were ever questioned, we would say I had given it to
him because of his background, (that could easily be checked),
and he used it so he wouldn't have the need to have sex with
anyone.
We also agreed we couldn't act like lovers, or even that
either of us were gay, outside the house. We agreed that in
public no one could think we were anything more than foster-
father and foster-son, but that once the door was closed and
we were alone, we would be equal lovers. Bobby agreed that
even though we would be equal, I would have the last word
and veto power. He realized that by my being older I had more
experience, and that because I loved him I would try to do what
he wanted.
We made love at least twice a day, every day. I was lucky to
get off even once a day, but even if I couldn't get a hard-on,
we didn't let that stop us. We would lay in bed hour after
hour, with me jacking him off, or my sucking on Bobby's
beautiful dick, or just kissing and loving each other's bodies.
Bobby could climax over and over with out hardly resting
between times. Sometimes he would fuck me for and hour,
climaxing over and over. His poor little dick was getting such
a work out that it stayed red most of the time, even when he was
soft, which wasn't often. I know it had to be sore and tender
even though he wouldn't admit it. When I was able to get hard,
Bobby wanted me to fuck him. Sometimes if I couldn't cum, I
could fuck him for almost an hour before losing my erection.
I didn't always cum, but Bobby understood and enjoyed the sex
anyway, because he knew I really wanted him. We just couldn't
get enough of each other. I couldn't get enough of Bobby. It
was the first time in my life I had someone that loved me and
wanted my love and my body.
The last day we were going to be in Dallas, I thought I should
try to find the dildo. I knew I would be too embarrassed once
we got home. I told Bobby he should stay at the motor home so
there wouldn't be any questions about him. I found a sex shop,
and waited until there were no cars in the parking lot before
going in. It was the first time I had ever been in that kind of
store and I was embarrassed. The only clerk was a young woman
in her early twenties. I know my face was beet red when I told
her what I was looking for. She showed me several, and started
to explain the features of each type. I just pointed to one and
told her I would take it. I couldn't get out of there fast
enough! I'm sure I gave her a laugh and a good story to tell.
Bobby wanted to try it out as soon as I got back to the motor
home. He said, "just to make sure I know how to use it". We
put lube on it, and I watched as it disappeared up his bottom.
He slowly pulled it back out and pushed it back in. I asked him
how he liked it, and he said, "it's alright, but not as good as
the real Matt". I just love him. His hard-on was so inviting
that I couldn't keep from slipping it in my mouth. I sucked on
his hard rod and played with his nuts as he slowly pulled the
dildo out and pushed it back in with one hand, as his other hand
pushed my head down onto his dick. I was running my tongue
around the head of his dick when Bobby let out a long low moan
and started convulsing with his climax. After he recovered,
Bobby said he wanted to do me. I told him I would rather save
mine for later, so he got up and dressed. When we got home, the
dildo was put in a drawer, and never used but that one time.