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 10
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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                              Paul

  It was several months into the school year when Bob started
really telling me about Paul.  They had English and Math
together, and they were both on the wrestling team.  Hardly a
day went by without Bob telling some little something about
Paul.  I had seen Paul at some of the practice matches over the
years.  He and Bob could have been brothers, except Paul was
darker and had brown hair, and was an inch or two taller, but oh
what a body for a 13 year old.  Together, I think they were the
two best looking guys in the school.  I think if they were
together and crooked their fingers at a group of girls, half the
school would have come running.  Before I ever met Paul, I knew
his best friend was Carl, who was also on the wrestling team,
and that they had been friends since grade school.  I knew Paul
was five months older than Bob.  I heard about how Paul combs
his hair, and how he did this and that, and how he felt about
something.  I knew more than I wanted too about Paul before I
ever met him.

  One day as he was leaving school, Bob saw Paul and Carl ahead
of him.  He was going to speed up and ride with them, until he
heard Carl raise his voice and say "fuck off man, I ain't no
queer!"  Paul just stopped his bike and stood there, as Carl
sped away.  As Bob got up to him, Paul blushed and started to
ride away.  Bob put his hand on Paul's handlebar and told him if
he needed someone to talk to, that he knew a man that understood
and could help.  Paul just nodded and started to ride away.  He
rode a few feet before he stopped and turned to Bob asking, "Hey
man, like......uh...you know,...uh...are you queer?".  Bob
thought of what he should answer.  He thought of all the trouble
Paul could make for him at school, and what it would be like to
be called gay, or fag, or queer.  He thought of the problems he
could have in the locker room, and maybe getting kicked off the
wrestling team.  He thought about the trouble it could cause us.
His face turned pink and he told Paul, "Uh....I...uh.., I...uh,
prefer to be called gay".

  Bob asked Paul to come home with him, and that he would call
me to come talk to him.  When he called me, he told me what was
going on and asked if I could come home.  I told him I would be
there as soon as I could, and to have Paul call home so his
folks would know where he was.  Bob and Paul talked a little
about what it is like to be gay before I got home.

  Bob introduced me as his foster-father.  After we had visited
a while, and everyone was comfortable, I asked Paul if he wanted
to tell us what had happened with Carl.  He couldn't start
talking, so I asked him how he felt about girls.  He told us he
liked girls and had been on several dates.  I could see Bob
wilt.  I asked him if he had ever had sex.  Paul said he and a
girl had gone all the way when he was in the 7th grade.  I asked
him how he felt about it, and he said it was OK.  I asked him
how he felt about Carl.  He told us Carl was his best friend and
that they had done everything together since they were in the
4th grade.

  I then asked him if he had ever had sex with another guy.
Paul started crying, and said that he and Carl would sometimes
jack each other off, but that was all Carl wanted to do.  He
told us he had been thinking about what it would be like to
give a guy a blowjob, and have a guy give him one.   He had
been having daydreams about a lot of different guys, even Bob.
Bob perked up when he heard that.  Paul had tried to talk Carl
into their giving each other a blowjob, but Carl thought that
was too queer, and that was what the fight was about.

  He asked Bob not to tell anyone at school that he was gay.
Bob promised he wouldn't and asked Paul to keep his secrete too.
I told Paul I didn't think anything he had said made him gay,
just a young man trying to find himself.  I told him once his
dream had been fulfilled, he might never want to do it again.
I let him know that a lot of men had at least one gay experience,
and then happily married women and lived the rest of their lives
with them.

  I asked what today's fight would do to his friendship with
Carl, and he said he didn't know.  I advised him to try and
work it out with Carl, because it sounded like they had too good
of a friendship to lose.  Paul said he felt a lot better and
shook my hand.  He said he had better be going, and turned to
Bob and said 'Hey man, thanks, see ya at school", as he shook
his hand.  How unlike young teen boys, I thought to myself as
they shook.  I told Paul he was welcome to come back anytime he
wanted to talk.

  Bob and I sat and talked about Paul after he had left.  Even
though it broke my heart, I told Bob he could have sex with Paul
if he wanted to.  I asked him to promise Paul would use condoms
because we couldn't trust Paul to be faithful, and if they
fucked, that they both use one.  Bobby said he promised they
would, and that he would protect us.  I also asked Bob not to
use our bed.  I told him not to push Paul, because he wasn't
sure himself about how he felt.  I told Bob I knew he felt more
for Paul than Paul did for him, and that I didn't want to see
him hurt.  He promised he would let Paul lead the way, and that
he wouldn't come on to him or suggest anything.  Bob came over
and put his arms around me, saying "Thank you, I know how hard
it must be for you.  I know I couldn't share you with someone
else".  I just hugged him tight to me, for the longest time.
We went to the drug store and got a box of condoms that night,
so he could be prepared.

  That night we made gentle love to each other.  I felt I was
losing Bob.  I asked him to let me be bottom, and he was gentle
and loving as he prepared me to receive him.  I lay on my back
and raised my legs to my chest so I could watch Bob's face as he
fucked me.  He gently slipped into me, and started a slow loving
long dick.  I reached up and lovingly caressed his cheek, as he
smiled at me.  We gently worked on pleasing each other for
almost 20 minutes.  I felt Bob tighten as he shoved deeply into
me, and started emptying his love juice from his nuts.  My
offering started spurting out onto my stomach. We had cum too
soon for me.  Bob withdrew, and lovingly cleaned me up with his
tongue.  We drifted off to sleep holding each other, I with an
empty ache inside me.

  The next day, when I got home from work, Bob and Paul were
setting in the livingroom.  As soon as I saw Paul, I was sure
they had already had sex.  I tried to act happy to see him, but
my heart stopped.  Paul was enthused and couldn't sat still.  He
jumped up and gave me a hug.  I wasn't expecting it, and he said
sorry, he was just so happy.  He told me he had been waiting for
me to get home so he could tell me about what happened last
night.  I looked over at Bob, and he gave me a sad smile and
shrugged his shoulders.

  Paul told us he had gone over to Carl's house to try and make
up.  They were in Carl's bedroom talking.  Carl told Paul that
he couldn't give Paul a blowjob, but that if Paul wanted to give
him one, he would jack Paul off.  Paul agreed, and he told us it
was the most satisfying experience of his life.  He knew he was
gay, he loved the taste and feel of a big dick in his mouth.
Paul told us when he tasted Carl's cum, it was almost better
than candy.  Paul stayed and visited a while longer before
saying goodnight.  After he left, I told Bob I was sorry things
hadn't worked out for him, but in my heart, I was relieved even
though I felt his loss.

  Paul and Bob along with Carl, started spending a lot of time
together.  The three of them would be at one house or another
doing homework or just hanging out.  Often times, they would be
at our house so Bob could do his chores while they visited.
There was never any sex or even talk about sex while the three
of them were together, but we knew Paul and Carl were keeping to
their agreement with each other.   Paul would give Carl a
blowjob, then Carl would give Paul a hand job.

  Paul hadn't ever told Carl that Bob was gay.  Paul and
Bob would talk about sex when Carl wasn't around, and Paul asked
Bob to show him the photos in the newsgroup we had found on the
web.  Paul was soon trying to find out who Bob was having sex
with, and what we did together.  Bob just told Paul it was
someone that didn't go to their school, but he wouldn't say
anymore except to tell him what the different acts felt like.

  One day, Bob's right hand was near my left hand when Paul
noticed our rings were alike.  He said, "It's you, it all makes
sense now.  That why I've never seen Bob with anyone else."  We
admitted our relationship to Paul, and asked that he promise not
to tell anyone.  He promised he wouldn't ever say anything.  It
was nice our not having to act straight around him anymore,
because he was spending so much time at our house.  Bob and I
felt free to kiss and touch in front of Paul, but nothing more
ever happened in front of him.  We did nothing he wouldn't see
his mother and father do.  I started noticing his eyes following
Bob around and he sometime gave him a look of longing.  Bob
admitted to me he was a little jealous of the looks he saw Paul
giving me when he thought I wasn't looking, but we never said
anything to Paul about it.  Shortly before the end of the school
year, Carl found a girlfriend, and started spending less and
less time with Bob and Paul.

  About 7pm one Sunday night, the phone rang and Bob answered.
He started crying, and waving at me to get on the phone.  With
my heart in my throat, I grabbed up the phone in the bedroom.
It was Paul and he was hysterical.  He kept saying over and over
that he was sorry and he had his dad's gun and was going to kill
himself because he couldn't live with himself after telling on
us.  I tried to calm him down and find out what had happened,
but I wasn't doing any good, he kept telling us we had to
runaway.  I told Bob to keep talking to him, and ran out to the
pickup.  It was only about five blocks to Paul's house, so it
didn't take me long.  I ran up the walk and hit the door bell.
Without waiting, I opened the door and ran in.  Paul's older
brother, his sister and his Mom and Dad were setting there
talking.  I ran past them towards Paul's room, telling them he
had a gun.  They all rushed up behind me.

  The door to Paul's room was locked.  We all started trying to
talk to him at the same time.  I got louder, trying to make sure
he knew I was there.

We heard Paul scream, "Go Away! Just Go Away And Leave Me
Alone!".

I called out to him, "Paul, it's Matt.  Please let me talk to
you."

We could hear Paul crying hard as he answered, "I can't face you
after what I've done."

I called out, "Please Paul unlock the door and let me talk to
you, I don't want you to do this".

"Make them stay the fuck out, and I'll let only you in."

I looked at his mom and dad, and they nodded to me.  "Ok Paul,
they won't come in."

 I heard the door unlock, and when I opened it Paul was back by
his bed with the phone to his ear, and the gun hanging down in
his hand at his side.  I left the door open and Paul's family
stayed in the hall.  I asked Paul to give me the gun.  He said,
"no."  I asked if I could talk to Bob, and he handed me the
phone.  I just said "get over here", and hung up the phone.

  I asked Paul what had happened, and he told me his dad had
been ragging him about being so happy lately.  He had asked him
if he had found a girlfriend now that Carl had one, and if he
was getting a little now.  Paul thought it would be as good a
time as any to tell him he was gay.  He said his dad looked at
him shocked, and asked if it was Bob.  Paul told him he wished
it was, because he loved us, but that Bob and I were married and
faithful to each other.  As soon as he realized what he had
said, he wanted to die.  He ran to his dad's room and got the
gun, but couldn't use it until he told us what he had done and
that he was sorry.  He wanted to give us time to runaway. Bob
had gotten there as Paul was telling his story, and had slipped
into the room standing beside me.  We went over to Paul and just
hugged him.  He hugged us back and started sobbing on my
shoulder.  I reached out and took the gun as he let it slip
from his hand.

  Paul looked at us and said, "I'm sorry I fucked everything up
for you. I love you both so much, and I wanted you guys to love
me the way you do each other."

I told him everything would be alright.

"But they'll tell and you'll fucking go to jail."

"Your folks love you Paul, and anything they do is what they
think is best to protect you and Bob.  Just as Bob and I try
to protect each other.  I don't want to go to jail, but I can
handle anything they do to me as long as you and Bob are OK,
and if I do go to jail, Bob will need you."

  Bob looked at Paul and said, "I was going to kill myself
unless Matt let me live with him, and I know I would have.  But
that was different.  I was gay and 10 years old, and no one
loved me or wanted me.  My mother had kicked me out of the
house, and I had no where  to go.  Until I met Matt, the men in
my life just wanted to use me to satisfy their own sexual urges.
No one really cared about ME, until I found Matt.  I had already
been through the child welfare system and the mental hospital
and knew I couldn't survive it again.  But you have a family
that loves you.  I love you.  I've been hoping you would someday
love me."

Paul looked at Bob surprised, "Shit! I do love you man, but I
thought you loved Matt and was faithful to him."

Bob looked a little confused, and answered, "I do love Matt,
and we are faithful to each other, and I want to stay married
to him, but I want you too."

"You have to promise you'll never try to hurt yourself again, no
matter what happens", I told Paul.

"Please promise!" cried Bob, "I couldn't stand to lose you like
that!"

"Ok, for you guys, I promise." Paul sniffled.

Paul looked at his parents, and pleaded, "You have to
understand!  They love each other, and their married just like
you guys are."

I looked at Paul, and told him, "No Paul, it's not the same.
You are one of the few people in the world that will recognize
and respect our marriage.  Your mom and dad are married in the
eyes of the whole world, and recognized by law.  Our marriage is
against the law everywhere in the world.  I know Bob is too
young to be married, so his vows to me will let him end it
anytime he wants.  Only my vows to him are for the rest of my
life, and can't be broken."

  I told Paul if he was OK now, we should go to the livingroom
where everyone could set down and talk.  I told him It was time
for Bob and I to explain to him about our life together, and his
folks needed to hear it too.  Paul led the way to the
livingroom, with each of his family touching him and telling him
they loved him.  I handed the gun to his father as I came up to
him.  Everyone went to the livingroom, but Bob said he needed to
use the bathroom.  Then some of the tension left the room, and
everyone decided to make a bathroom stop and get something to
drink.

  After everyone settled back down in the livingroom, Bob and
I told our story.  Everything about Bob's early life, how his
father had used him, to how he felt he couldn't give up sex. We
told them about the conflicts I had with myself, and what our
feeling were for each other.  I explained what our vows to each
other were, and that mine to Bob were for the rest of my life,
but that his to me were only until he found his life mate, or
until he was 18.  I explained how I would treat Bob as my son,
if he took his ring off.  I told Paul that while I loved Bob and
still wanted him, I would step aside if they wanted to explore
their relationship together.  I told Paul that I knew Bob was in
love with him and wanted to have sex with him from the first day
Bob brought him home.  I even told him that I had released Bob
from his vow and given my permission to Bob for them to have
sex, and that sex might be all Paul really wanted.

  Bob told us that while he loved Paul, he couldn't give me up
either.  He wanted us both.  Paul told us that he loved us both,
and wanted both of us also.  I could see that didn't set too well
with Paul's folks.  Nor was I very comfortable with it.  I told
Paul that I thought he wasn't sure yet about a lot of things in
his own mind.  I said I felt he hadn't had enough experience to
be sure if he really was gay, or if he loved Bob, or if he was
just sexually attracted to him, or if he loved him enough to want
to spend his life with him.  I told him that while I did care for
him a great deal, I couldn't ever have sex with him because my
vows to Bob excluded everyone else.  Bob quickly said he
released me from that vow as long as it was with Paul.  Paul
told us he wanted to have sex, but that was only part of it.
He said he loved us but just couldn't explain it well.

  Paul's dad spoke up and said that it was all just too much for
him to take in right now.  He said that everyone should take a
few days and figure out what was going on and what was best to
do.  He told Paul that he wouldn't forbid him right then to see
us, but asked that nothing be taken any further for the time
being.  He told Paul that he didn't think he was gay, but just a
bit confused. It was just his wanting to be a part of what Bob
and I had, that was making him think he might be gay.  His
father reminded Paul that he had been on several dates with
girls.  That's when Paul admitted he had been having sex with
Carl for a long time, and knew he was gay.  It was too much for
Paul's father, and he broke down and cried.  I promised Paul's
parents they didn't have to worry about anything happening
between me and Paul.  Paul's family said that while they
couldn't approve of Bob's and my relationship, that they
wouldn't report us.  Bob and I got up and went home.