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 12
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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Falling In Love Again
Paul was given permission to go over to our house until
midnight. It was almost 9pm, and Bob didn't want to waste
anymore time. Bob jumped up and shook Paul's father's hand and
said thank you, sir. He turned to his mother, and stuck out his
hand, but she reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Please don't hurt my boy" she pleaded. Bob nodded. Paul's
mother and father shook my hand.
Paul was a little shy when we got home. I told him and Bob
that I thought they needed to see where their relationship was
before I became involved in it. Paul looked at me with a
pleading look, and said, "But I love you too, and I need you."
I told him I knew, but that I wasn't sure if I was ready. He
gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and then blushed. I told them
that if they wanted to have sex that night, they better get
started or it would be time for Paul to go home before they
could do anything.
They started down the hallway, with Bob bashfully leading the
way. They went into the bedroom we had setup for Bob, and
closed the door. My heart broke, and I couldn't stop the tears.
The door opened two or three minutes later, and I saw Bob's
beautiful naked bubble butt as he slipped into our room. In
just a moment, he went back into the bedroom, and shut the door.
I went to our room, and laid down. Our bed still held the scent
of my Bob. I hugged Bob's pillow to me, inhaling his smell. I
could hear the sounds of their joy coming through the thin wall,
as I lay there silently crying.
About 30 minutes later, Bob came back into the bedroom. He
was naked, with all 6 inches of his hard-on proudly leading the
way. He looked thrilled and so happy, and I did my best to
smile. He said they needed some more condoms, then notices my
red eyes, and that I had been crying. Bob laid down beside me,
and hugging and kissing me, tells me Paul won't change anything
between us. I asked him if Paul was the one. He just said,
"yes". I told him I was happy for him, and that it was what I
always really wanted for him.
I looked up, and Paul was standing at the door. He was
beautiful, and I once again couldn't stop the silent tears. I
never thought a 14 year old could be hung that big. He had to
have almost 8 inches of thick cut meat, hard but so thick and
heavy it pointed down. He was looking at Bob and me with a
longing, and pleading expression on his face. I motioned him
over to the bed.
He came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Please don't
cry, Matt". I asked Paul if Bob had been all he had hoped. All
he could say was "More." He paused a moment thinking then
continued, "I never felt like that with Carl. I don't mean just
getting a blowjob, when I gave Bob one, I felt almost complete,
but we were missing you." Paul looked at me as he placed his
hand on my chest and begged me with tears in his own eyes,
"Please, don't cry. I don't want to take Bob away from you, I
want us all to be together. Please, can't we be a family?" I
reached up and pulled him down so he was laying beside me. And
we hugged. Bob was on one side of me, and Paul was on the
other.
"I'm way too old for you and Bob. I'm old enough to be your
grandfather. There's just too many problems, too many things
against us. For one, I just can't keep up with you guys.
Besides, you have a family that loves you, and you love them.
Their not going to let you live with us."
"I know we can't live together, but I still need you to be my
family too. As for how old you are, Bob told me a long time ago
that you guys had limitations about what you could do. I don't
care. I love you and I need you to share your love with me."
I started to pull him to me for a kiss, and he pulled back a
little and said, "Get rid of those damn falsies."
I reached up and took out my dentures, and barely had them out
of my mouth when Paul's lips crushed against mine. His tongue
was trying to rape my mouth, and force my lips apart. I opened
my mouth as his tongue slipped in. I reached over and rubbed
his chest with one hand as I pulled him to me with the other.
I felt him running his tongue across my gums. He stiffened and
broke our kiss as he moaned, "Oooh Shiiiiit!". His spunk
started shooting across my stomach and thigh, soaking my pants
and shirt. He looked ashamed of himself and said he was sorry.
I told him it was the nicest compliment he could give me, and it
let me know he really wanted me. I asked Bob if he was really
OK with our sharing each other, as I made up my mind to accept
Paul as my lover. Bob just smiled his beautiful loving smile
and kissed me with a long passionate kiss.
Bob said Paul wasn't sure if he was ready for fucking yet, and
wanted to know if he could watch us. I was a little embarrassed,
but Paul was one of us now, and I said yes. I told Bob I wanted
to be bottom this time, and he said OK. I got undressed as Paul
watched my every move.
Bob got the Vaseline, and I lifted my legs to my chest. Bob
gently applied the lube, while Paul watched and smiled at us,
checking first Bob's face, then my expression. Bob worked the
lube in my hole, going up to the second joint of his finger.
I told him to make sure and lube me up well. He put another big
gob of Vaseline on his finger, and worked it in as far as he
could reach. I lowered my legs as I reached for the Vaseline,
and Bob moved in closer so I could put the lube on his dick. I
put it on kind of heavy because I was thinking Paul might want
to fuck me next.
I lifted my legs and Bob moved into position. He lined his
dick up with my hole, and started gently pushing in as I pushed
out. He had no trouble slipping in, and he slowly bottomed out.
He just rested there a moment, and when we looked at Paul, the
look on his face was priceless. Bob tried to long dick me, but
he was too hot and excited. He started pumping faster and
faster. I was so hard, I needed relief. I told Bob to move to
where Paul could suck me off at the same time. I adjusted my
legs so Paul could get to me, and I pulled Paul's head toward my
throbbing hard dick, sighing as his mouth took it in. I was in
heaven. This was what was meant to be. My lover was deep
inside me, and my other lover was on my dick. How could it get
any better? Bob pushed hard against me, as his seed went deep
into my body. I could feel the hot hard splashes as he groaned
and erupted. His cuming made me start shooting my load into
Paul's mouth, and Paul started sucking harder as he gulped my
cum down his throat. Paul kept sucking and licking until I had
nothing left to give. He then let my now soft dick slip from
his mouth. Bob pulled out of me, and laid beside me, giving me
a kiss. I pulled Paul up to my lips and we kissed. I could
taste my cum in Paul's mouth. Paul reached across me and kissed
Bob. Bob smiled at him and said, "You see? I told you he
tasted different then me, but still good." I goosed them both a
little in the ribs, and said "So you two have been talking about
what it's like to have sex with an old man have you. I feel
I've been setup." They both giggled a little and snuggled in a
little closer. I could feel Paul's big rod against my thigh,
and it was as hard as steel. I looked over at him and asked if
he wanted to fuck me too.
Paul's face lite up and he asked, "Like....Can I? Your
not...like.. too tired?" I told him I wasn't too tired for him.
He asked, "Where are the condoms? Bob told me I had to use one
to protect you guys." I told him he didn't have to use them as
long as he stayed faithful to us. Bob pouted a little and said,
"That's no fair, I didn't get to taste Paul." I told him I was
sorry, but that he could taste him later. Bob smiled and asked,
"twice?". I said "OK, a hundred times if you want.", as I
lovingly kissed him.
Paul grabbed the Vaseline and handed it to me. I started
putting it on him, and told him he was going to have to go in
really slow, and stop if I told he to, until I got use to his
size. I told him Bob and I had never had anything that big in
us. He seemed a little concerned, and I told him it would be
Ok, but that his dick had better stop growing. Paul was already
so thick I couldn't wrap my hand around him and touch my thumb
and forefinger together, and I have big hands.
Paul asked if he should put some more lube on me, and I told
him I thought I had enough. I lifted my legs for him, and Paul
slid around to line up. He looked at me and exclaimed, "Your
still open!" I told him I took a while to close, but that would
make it easier for him to get in. He started pushing in, as I
pushed out. I could feel myself stretching to let him in. I
told him to push a little harder, but to go slow. He slipped
in, and I told him to rest there for a moment. The pain wasn't
that bad, but I had never hurt at all with Bob. I was getting
to feel a little of what it was like when I entered Bobby when
he was younger. It didn't take long for me to get used to him,
and I told him he could go deeper. He slowly pushed in until
his dick was totally encased by my body. His dick was farther
into me than Bob had ever been able to reach, and I felt so
full. He groaned and said he didn't know it could feel so good.
He started humping into me real fast, the sweat breaking out on
his forehead. It only took a few minutes before he let out a
loud moan and started delivering his seed to my body. It was
the third time he had cum in only a couple of hours, but I still
felt five or six shots as he ejaculated his sperm. He fell onto
my chest, still impelling me with his dick, as he started coming
back from his climax. Bob and I lay petting his head and back
as he recovered, and I felt his dick going limp inside me. When
he had recovered a little, I told him my legs were starting to
cramp, and that I would have to put them down. He withdrew from
me with a little pop as his tool came free. I knew he was going
to be a great top fuck once he had a little practice, and
learned how to control himself. Bob asked me how it was, and I
told him great. Just a little big. Paul said I was great too,
and he knew now why guys liked ass fucking.
I looked at the clock, and it was already a little after 11pm.
I told the guys we had better get Paul cleaned up, because we
didn't want him to be late the first night. We got up, and I
grabbed my dirty shirt so I wouldn't drip on the carpet. They
had shot so much, that Paul's and Bob's cum was running down my
leg.
We all squeezed into the shower, but it was soon apparent that
we would never get clean that way. The water would only hit the
person right in front of the spray, and we couldn't get around
each other to get wet. I rinsed off real quick, and let my
young men take a shower together. After they had played a
little, I told them they better hurry as it was getting late.
I watched through the glass door as Bob gave Paul a blowjob.
Bob had finally gotten to taste him as Paul came for the fourth
time that night. They got out, and wanted to dry each other off,
but I told them we were running out of time. They did dry each
other, but did a fast job. I slipped on a pair of pants, while
Bob and Paul got dressed. Bob said he wanted to walk Paul home.
It was nearing midnight when I got them to the front door, Paul
kissed me goodnight, and they were gone. Once I was alone, I
started wondering what I had gotten myself into. Now I was
involved not only with a 13 year old, but with a 14 year old as
well. There was no way I would ever be able to explain that to
anyone.
Bob was only gone a few minutes, and it was just a minute or
two before midnight when he came back in. We made small talk as
we changed the sheets on our bed. We got undressed and turned
out the light. As we crawled into our king size bed, we
snuggled together, I was spooned into Bob's back, but something
seemed to be missing. I asked Bob, "Do you already miss him
too?" and there was a quite "yes". He turned over to me, and I
gave him a blowjob, before we drifted off to sleep.
I took the next day off, because I wanted to be with Bob and
Paul. Bob woke up with his usual hard-on, and I even had one
that morning. Bob had his mouth moving towards my dick, when I
told him we should save it until Paul got there. I told him I
would get him off, but he decided to wait also. Paul came over
about 8:30, and hadn't even had breakfast. He said he woke up,
slipped on his pants and tee shirt, jammed his feet in his
shoes, and ran all the way.
Paul burst in the door, grabbing Bob in a bear hug, swinging
him around, before putting him back on his feet. He then
grabbed me. Paul's stronger then you might think, but he
couldn't quite lift my 200 pounds. He tried, but instead stuck
his fingers in my mouth, trying to remove my uppers. I pulled
his fingers out of my mouth, and showed him how to break the
suction. Paul took out my 'falsies, as he calls them, and
crushed his lips to mine. His tongue was trying to reach down
my throat, trying to devour me. I pushed into his mouth, hungry
for him. I broke our kiss, and whispered in his ear, "Bob needs
you." Paul held out his hand to Bob, and Bob rushed to us,
grabbing us both in a hug. Paul started frenching Bob, while
holding me tight to them. Before I knew what was happening,
both Bob and Paul had their tongues trying to get in my mouth.
It was wild. "Can we go to the bedroom?", asked Paul.
Bob was pulling him down the hallway before Paul could get his
feet moving. They all but ran to the bedroom. By the time I got
there, Bob had Paul's shirt off, and was working on his pants.
Paul was hurriedly slipping off his shoes. He wasn't wearing
any socks, he had left home too fast. Paul stepped out of his
pants and underwear, as he started getting Bob naked. Bob's
clothes were coming off so fast, I wouldn't have been surprised
to hear a rip. As soon as Bob was stripped, they turned to me.
I admit, I enjoyed their hands on my body, caressing everywhere,
as my clothes came off. Once we were all nude, no one knew who
to love on first. I told Paul and Bob they should go first, as
they could recover and be ready for more before I could.
Bob said he wanted Paul to fuck him, that he needed to feel
that big dick in him. I showed Paul how to lube Bob's love
hole, and stretch and relax it open. I put the lube on Paul's
dick, and I admit I played with it a lot more then needed to
just apply the Vaseline. Bob lifted his legs to his chest,
exposing his beautiful rosebud to us. I watched them as Paul
alined his dick, and slowly started pushing in. Bob's face
clouded with pain, and Paul started to pull back. Bob told him
"No. Just wait a minute". "He wants you to do this" I told
Paul. "He needs for you to do it." Paul nodded, and waited
until Bob told him to push in some more.
Paul bottomed out, and waited for Bob to tell him he was ok.
I could tell Paul's lust was fighting a battle with his concern
for Bob. His concern won. He was gentle when Bob told him to
start pumping. Paul started taking short strokes, and I told
him to pull out until just the head of his dick was in Bob, and
then go all the way back in. He started long dicking, and with
him it was long dicking. Bob let out a contented "mmmmmm" as he
pulled Paul's mouth to his own, for a long deep kiss. Their
need for each other was great, and they only lasted about 10
minutes. Paul sped up just a little, on each inward stroke, and
they were both groaning from deep inside themselves. I could
tell Bob was close. He started his special grunting that he
does just before he shoots. His dick hadn't been touched, but I
know how much pressure Paul's fat dick put on my prostate, even
when it was empty. Being smaller, I could only imagine the
pressure on Bob's. Bob tensed and yelled, "Oh, OH, OOOH,
M-a-nnnnn", as his spunk shot out hitting his chin. The second
shot hit near his nipples, while the rest pooled in his navel.
I had never seen Bob shoot so much or so far. His body was
convulsing with a hard spasm, as he panted trying to get a
breath. "B-O-B", Paul moaned. He appeared to be possessed as
he shoved deep into Bob with his need pouring out as his cum
exited his body, being replaced with the satisfaction of
possessing a person he loves. Bob bore Paul's weight as they
limply clung together. I lay close to them, stroking their hair
as they recovered from what I knew had been a very special love
making. After they had rested a while, they went to take a
shower together.
Paul had to be home by 5, so we spent the time in bed, getting
up only to eat some cold cereal, and then later sandwiches for
lunch. Paul told us he wanted to try being fucked, but was
afraid. We told him we could wait until he was ready, that he
should never do anything he wasn't ready for. "Besides, we both
like for you to fuck us" I told him. "I want to try. Will you
guys promise to stop if I tell you to?" We promised him we
would, and I asked him who he wanted to be his first. "I can't
choose between you, you guys will have to decide." Bob spoke
up, "Matt gave me my first Blowjob, and that will always be
special to me. I was his first for everything, and I know that
was special for him. He should be your first." "I gave Paul
his first fuck" I reminded Bob. "That's alright, you should be
his first.", Bob told me. Bob told Paul to go to the bathroom
and see if he needed to get rid of anything. Bob went with him,
and explained about relaxing and pushing out as he is entered.
Paul washed himself, and they returned to the bedroom.
Bob started applying the Vaseline to Paul, gently talking to
him, as he told him what to expect. "Even if it hurts at first,
the pain won't last too long. Once Matt starts moving inside
you, the feelings are great. There's just no way to describe
it, but I love it. The secrete is to relax. Just relax and
enjoy it." Bob was inserting a second finger into Paul's
rectum, stretching and relaxing the muscle. He was kissing
Paul's butt cheek as he slipped a third finger into him. Paul
was relaxed and enjoying the fingers working in him, so I put
the lube on my dick, getting ready to enter him. Bob moved to
the side, as I lined my dickhead up with Bob's fingers, I
started gently pushing in as Bob slid his fingers out over the
head of my dick. Without hardly any pressure, I was inside.
I watched Paul's face for any sign of pain, but couldn't see
any. I slowly entered him until my nuts hit his butt. "Is
there any pain?" I asked. "No. It feels so good. I feel so
full." I started long dicking him, slowly working back and
forth. He fit my dick like a finger inside a good driving
glove, tight but comfortable. His insides are smooth and silky,
hot and moist. I tried to hit his prostate with each stroke.
Paul would grunt a low "ugh", each time I pushed past his
prostate, and there would be a sharp breath as I scraped it with
the ridge of my dick, coming out. Bob leaned over, and started
kissing Paul. They frenched for about five minutes as I kept
humping into Paul, as he would push his butt up to meet my
downward strokes. We had been working about 15 minutes, when
Bob reached down and started stroking Paul's hard tool. Paul
was moaning low, and his breathing was getting shallow and fast.
"Go faster Matt, faster." We sped up, trying to get back in sync
with the other's timing. Soon, all I could do was take short
fast strokes, as I felt my nuts getting tight and ready to expel
their load. "Oh, Paul, I can't hold out much longer!" "Give me
your cum. Come on Matt, let me feel you shooting. Come on
Baby, I want it!" I felt Paul's muscle tighten around my dick,
and I knew he was going to shoot. I had to push hard into him.
"OOOOOOH!" I cried as my climax peaked and I was filling my
lover with what he wanted. Paul was groaning and pumping out his
seed onto his chest. We rested a moment, with Bob kissing each
of us, and cleaning Paul of cum with his tongue. I started
withdrawing as my dick went limp.
After I was out, Paul said, "I feel so empty there. Please
Bob, fill my empty spot." Bob quickly spread some lube on his
dick, and entered Paul. Bob made no pretense of going slow. He
was like a buck rabbit, fucking fast and deep into Paul,
grunting an moaning the whole time. Bob lasted about 10
minutes, before he tensed and started delivering his spunk to
our lover. Paul moaned, "Oh, fucking yes" as his limp dick
oozed out his cum. Paul reached for my dick, stroking it and
fondling my nuts as he told me, "That was like totally rad, but
I still want more". "He's insatiable" I told Bob. "We've
created a sex monster! He's going to try to spend the rest of
his life on his back, with our dicks up his ass!" I exclaimed.
Bob and Paul both started laughing as Bob replied, "It will sure
be fun trying to tame the wild beast." I was hard again, so I
slipped back into Paul, wanting to give him what he desired. I
humped into him for about 20 minutes before I lost my erection,
and Bob took back over. Bob cum yet again. We were all worn
out, and through with sex. At least for few hours.
Bob and Paul were able to spend the biggest part of each day
together that summer. It wasn't too long before Paul had
learned how to control himself, and he was a fantastic top man.
The only problem was that he preferred to be a bottom too. It
all worked out though. Everyone loved the others so we all
wanted the others to be happy too. Bob and Paul got in so much
practice, I sometimes wondered how they kept from wearing the
hide off their dicks, or having their nuts just shrivel and dry
up in protest. Not that they were ignoring me, they both kept
me well drained. But then they were teenagers, and it didn't
take them long to recuperate and recharge. Anywhere from 10
minutes to half an hour would usually do before they were ready
for the second or third time. I bet they each shot at least a
gallon of cum over the next few weeks. They were both hungry
and thirsty all the time.
One morning as we were laying in bed, Bob was gently humping
against my thigh with his morning hard on. He didn't really
want sex right then, he just wanted to be close. He asked me if
I could take some time off. I told him I probably could and
asked why. He said we hadn't taken Paul on a honeymoon yet, and
that he would like for us to take Paul to Six Flags Over Texas.
I kissed him and said we would set a date, and see if it was
alright with Paul's parents that he go with us. Of course, we
didn't tell them it was to be a honeymoon. They said he could
go if we set another date, as they were planning a vacation at
the same time, and wanted Paul to go with them too. We asked
about the week after they got back, and they said that would be
fine. They were planning to be gone two weeks, and Paul wanted
to fill up on sex (more?) before he went. The day before he was
to leave, I don't think the bed stopped squeaking for more than
45 minutes at a time. It kept up until none of us could get it
up anymore. I told Paul it would take me at least two weeks
just to recuperate. He said that was what he was trying for,
if he couldn't get any for two weeks, then we could suffer right
along with him.
Bob and I both missed Paul the two weeks he was gone, but I
think Bob missed him more. They were used to spending most of
the day together, and Bob had a hard time keeping himself busy.
Paul did call (collect, until I gave him a phone card) every
night, and we would talk for 10 or 15 minutes. We didn't talk
longer, because he usually had someone in the room with him, and
he couldn't say what he really wanted to say. We would tease
him a little, and tell him how much we missed his big dick up
our asses, and how horny we were for him. All he could answer
would be "me too". One night though, he was able to be alone,
and he really told us about it. He told us it's hard to hide a
thick 8 inch hard-on and act normal, and that we were making him
so horny he had one most of the time. He told us he was
spending so much time in the bathroom jacking off, his family
was starting to ask if he was sick, and his Dad even asked if he
had gotten his plumbing messed up and if he needed to see a
doctor. Paul said he had to admit to his Dad what he was doing,
or his dad was going to make him go see a doctor, and that was
embarrassing. We told him we were sorry and that we wouldn't
tease him anymore.
A few days before they were to start home, Paul told us one of
his 21 year old cousins had come out to the family that he was
gay. Paul told him he was gay too, but asked him not to tell
anyone else yet, because even though his parents and his brother
and sister knew, he wasn't ready to face the rest of the family.
His cousin asked Paul if he would like to have sex with him.
Paul told him that he had two lovers and that we were a family,
faithful to each other. His cousin asked Paul to tell him about
us, and Paul said he wasn't ready to talk about us. He asked
Paul what we did, if we just jacked each other off or what.
Paul told him "everything". He asked Paul if we sucked each
other. Paul answered, "yes, we like everything." His cousin
asked him if he swallows our cum, and Paul told him he loves the
taste of us. He then asked if we fucked. Paul answered yes.
He asked Paul if he had ever had a nice hard cock up his ass
chute, and Paul told him often, and that he loved to have both
of us fuck him, one right after the other, over and over, for as
long as we could hold out. Paul told us they both had a hard-on
by then, and he was very tempted to take his cousin up on his
offer of sex, but he loved us enough to stay faithful. He
informed us we owed him, and we better both have our pants
off and our legs up when he got home, so he could show us how
much he loved us. We told him to just let us know what time he
would be home.
Paul called us the night before they left to come home. He
said they were planning on leaving early in the morning, but he
didn't know what time. I told him to call me at work when they
got to Oklahoma City, so I could have time to finish anything I
was working on and be home when he got there. He said he would.
Paul called a little after 4pm. I asked if he would be able to
come home as soon as they got back. He said he thought he
would. I was alone, so I kissed him through the phone and told
him to hurry. I called Bob and let him know Paul had called,
then told the lady that worked for me that I was taking the rest
of the day off.
When I got home, Bob had the house cleaned up, supper ready to
where all we had to do was warm it up, and clean sheets on the
bed. We sat and talked, then tried to watch some T.V., but we
were on pins and needles. About an hour before we expected
Paul, we undressed. We each took an enema and cleaned up. I put
lube up Bob's love chute, and he put lube up mine. Then we
waited for Paul. Bob and I had talked about meeting him on the
living room floor, but we were afraid someone might see us
through the open door. We decided it was best to wait for him
in the bedroom. Paul has his own house key, so we were going to
let him let himself in. We turned off all the lights, lite some
candles and waited. We both wanted to be hard when Paul came
in, so we petted and loved on each other but made sure we didn't
come close to cuming.
It seemed like forever, but we heard the front door open about
15 minutes after the earliest time we expected him. He called
out our names, but we stayed quite. We checked each other to
make sure we were both still hard and ready, then lifted up our
legs to our chests. Paul called out again, but we could hear he
was in the hallway. Then he stood at the bedroom door. Bob and
I together said, "Hello, lover. We're ready as you ordered".
We all started laughing, as Paul jumped on the bed grabbing us
both. We wrestled around a bit before settling down to kissing
and hugging. Bob started taking off Paul's shirt as I started
on his shoes. I just barely got his shoes and socks off before
his pants were coming down. Precum had made a large wet spot on
his tented out jockeys. Bob leaned over and started kissing and
licking the pre-cum from his dick head that was poking above the
band of his jockeys. I playfully shoved Bob away, and started
doing the same. Bob playfully shoved me back out of the way and
went back to Paul's crotch. Paul spoke up and said, "Guys,
Guys, there is enough for you both.".
"Alright," I said, "who's first"?
"That's too fucking hard. I can't ever chose between you guys"
Paul said.
"We'll flip for it" suggested Bob.
I nodded OK.
Bob got a quarter, and said, "Heads I win, Tails you lose. OK?"
(What do you expect from a teenager?)
I told him he had it backwards that it was heads I win, tails he
loses. Paul took the quarter and said Bob was heads and I was
tails. I wiggled mine at him and said "I know". I reached
over and grabbed Paul's dick head saying, "This is the head I
want." He flipped the coin and let it land on the bed. It was
tails. Bob playfully pouted at me and said, "You better leave
me some". I looked over at him and smirked, "Maybe".
Bob put the lube on Paul's dick as I lay down on my back and
lifted my legs. Paul got into position. He started lining his
dick up to my love chute, and I started wiggling my butt. He
playfully slapped my butt cheek and said if I did that he would
shoot before he could even get in. I felt his big dick pressing
against my opening, and I relaxed and started pressing out. I
was used to the size of Paul's dick by now, and we didn't have a
lot of trouble getting in. I had to moan as his big red
dickhead pressed past my prostate. Paul tried to long dick me,
but it didn't last but a stroke or two. He started groaning and
pounding my ass fast and hard, in just a few moments, his dick
was like a piston in an engine, he started short moaning and
grunting noises so fast and loud I was afraid the neighbors
would hear. It all lasted just a minute.
"UGH-UGH-OH-UGH-OOH-UGH-UGH-OOOH-MAAAAAT!"
He shoved so hard into me that I was pushed up against the
headboard as his climax went on and on. I was sure I was going
to be bruised, and have to walk funny for a week. Paul just
collapsed on top of me, gone completely limp. There I lay with
my butt up in the air and my legs pushed against my shoulders,
still impelled by my lover's big dick, and with a 145 pounds of
dead weight on top of me, as Paul lay sobbing between breaths.
I put my arms around him and hugged him to me, while Bob moved
over and hugged us both.
It didn't take Paul too long to recover enough to withdraw his
dick and roll to the side. He lay there panting and sobbing a
moment and then looked at me with concern in his tear filled
eyes and asked if he had hurt me. I told him I might be sore
later, but that it was alright, as I smoothed his hair. He
kissed me and then turned to Bob and kissed him. He hugged both
of us tight to him and told us that he knew he had missed us and
needed us, but that he hadn't realized how much until just now.
With tears in his eyes, he sobbed, "I love you both more than I
realized, and it's NOT just for sex. I was tempted to fuck
around while I was gone, but I couldn't. I just couldn't cheat.
I love you too much, so much I don't even know how the fuck to
tell you. I know there is no one else in this damn world for me
but you guys". Bob and I kissed and hugged him and said we knew
what he meant, that we felt the same way. We lay just holding
each other as emotions calmed.
Paul asked Bob to spoon his back into Paul's chest, and then
asked me to fuck him. I lay on my side and worked lube up him,
then put it on my dick. Paul had put just the head of his dick
in Bob, and I bottomed out in Paul, so he could control all
three of us. As Paul withdrew from me, he would force himself
into Bob. This time, Paul was able to set a slow rhythm that he
maintained. Each time he thrust forward, he would hit Bob's
prostate. As he withdrew from Bob, my dick would hit his. We
were able to keep the slow fuck going for about 15 minutes,
before Bob started climaxing. His spasm set Paul off, and as he
started emptying into Bob, he set me off and I drilled into him
as far as I could and splashed my life force into him. We lay
just hugging each other from the back, the three of us still
joined together into one body. I seemed to be able to feel
Bob's love flowing from his body, into Paul's body, and from
Paul to me.
After we had rested, Bob asked if anyone was ready for supper.
We both said we could stand to eat a little something, and got
up to take our showers. Paul wanted to shower with both Bob and
I, so I let Bob go first since I had gone first to get fucked.
I asked Paul if he could spend the night, but he said his folks
had told him to be home by 1am.
We took our honeymoon to Six Flags, and had a great time. Bob
and Paul tried to ride every ride at least 3 times. Bob wanted
to see the old mobile home park, so we decided to spend a night
or two there. We were able to get the same space I had when we
met. As we were registering, I asked the owner about Bob's
mother, telling him I had met her on my last stay. He said yes,
he remembered That One. They ran off owing a month's rent, and
that he had to make two trips to the dump with junk they left.
Took him two days to clean the mobile home so it could be
rented.
We hooked up the utilities, and then Bob wanted Paul to walk
around with him. He told Paul about learning to ride a bike on
this driveway, and how when he was little, he would play over
there. They spent about an hour wandering around letting Bob
remember and share, but the park had changed. There was a
family living in Bob's old mobile home that must have had 16
kids, all under 12, and it seemed most of the others had kids
living there. Bob told us he was ready to leave anytime we
were. The old park didn't hold anything for him except the
memories of our meeting, and since he had me, he didn't need to
be at the park to have them. We decided we would leave early
the next morning and head back toward home and just camp out
for the rest of our vacation.
That night, Bob was telling Paul about the first time Bob and
I had made love, and about his first blowjob. As he was telling
about it, he decided to demonstrate to Paul what happened. He
got in Paul's lap and started unbuttoning his shirt as he french
kissed him. He told about pulling me to my feet as he
demonstrated it to Paul, and unhooked his belt. Bob sank to his
knees as he slowly unfastened Paul's pants and let them drop to
the floor. He slowly hooked his thumbs into the sides of Paul's
jockeys, and slid them down to his ankles, as he told Paul that
I too had a big spot of pre-cum on mine. He placed his hands on
each of Paul's butt cheeks and pulled Paul's pelvis to him, as
he sank his nose into Paul's pubic hair and inhaled deeply. Bob
lifted Paul's big hard dick up nearly to his stomach, and told
Paul mine had been pointing up about like that. He started
licking and kissing Paul's nuts, and after working a while on
them, Bob slipped Paul's hard dick into his mouth. I spoke up
and told Bob I didn't remember his giving me a blowjob at that
point. He looked at me and said, "Just because you made me stop
before I got that far, doesn't mean I didn't want too!" He let
go Paul's dick,lovingly pushed him back down on the couch, and
started taking off his shoes and socks. Bob lifted each of
Paul's feet and slipped his pants and underwear off.
I took over telling the story at that point, and told Paul
about how I had pulled Bob's shirt off. Paul started slipping
Bob's shirt off as I described about how thrilled I was as each
part of his perfect body was revealed to me for the first time as
my lover. I told about the deep emotion I felt as I realized
Bob was giving me his perfect body because he loved ME, and he
wanted ME. I told them about the pounding of my heart as Bob's
small nipples appeared, and the trembling in my hands as I undid
his belt. I tried to explain how I felt as Bob's beautiful
little dick appeared as I slowly pulled down his pants and
underwear. I told about how perfect his whole body was to me,
and how it felt for me to know that Bob wanted me to have his
love and his body. I told Paul how I felt gazing at Bob's
wonderful little dick, how I was drawn to kiss the head, and how
I had to have it in my mouth. Paul had sucked Bob's hard rod
into his mouth and was working on it full of loving lust. I
told Paul I had slipped my hand to Bob's nuts, and had for the
first time enjoyed feeling another male. Bob didn't last much
longer with Paul, then he had the first time with me. It was
only a few minutes before Bob was emptying his seed into Paul's
mouth. I told Paul I had sat Bob on my lap and removed his
shoes and socks as he recovered, getting him completely naked.
Paul did everything I described, and his face showed the wonder
of love.
After he had recovered, Bob demonstrated to Paul, how he had
given me my first fuck. None of us could hold out for long that
night. In less the five minuets, Bob was pumping his sperm onto
Paul's chest, as Paul was spurting his inside Bob. I cleaned
Paul with my tongue as my men relaxed. After they had both
recovered and were ready for more, I got on my hands and knees.
Bob slowly fucked me as Paul and I took each other in our mouths
in a 69 position. I'm afraid I didn't last long at all, I don't
think it was more that a minute before I was shooting everything
I had into Paul's sucking mouth. I was just too hot, and too
full of love for my young men. Bob lasted only a little longer,
before he emptied into me, and Paul was not far behind. I was
being flooded from both ends. I felt Paul's and Bob's offerings
had to be meeting in the center of my body, splashing together
and mixing, just as our love for each other mixed and blended.
We had so much sex on that trip, that by night time every night,
I was always totally drained and couldn't get up anymore. I had
to leave cuming to the younger men, but I was still able to get
them off one way or another.
Before we knew it summer was over, Bob had turned 14, and Paul
and I gave him a copy of C++ (a computer programing language)
for his birthday. The guys started the 9th grade. Bob and Paul's
coach told them he expected them on the wrestling team again.
They both did real well in wrestling that year. They each won
some trophies, and of course lettered. They set aside a time
each day for weight lifting, and they had the bodies of young
gods. They both became interested in learning how to write
programs for computers, and wrote one to run the store's cash
registers that replaced the 8 year old program I had been using.
They made a little money writing programs for other people, and
became very good at it. They both did well in school, with both
staying near the top of their class. Paul's parents had made
some rules at the start of school. He could stay after school
with Bob until 5:30, but had to have all his home work done by
then. Bob and Paul usually managed to find the time for sex
after school. He had to be home and have dinner with his family
from 5:30 until 8pm when he could come back over until 10:00pm.
The three of us would have sex after Paul came back over. He
could spend Friday night at our house, but had to be back home
by noon Saturday. If his family had anything special planed,
he had to attend, but Bob and I were invited also. Even though
Bob and Paul would sometime grumble about the arrangement, I
told them I thought his parents were being very accommodating.
Bob and I started spending most holidays with Paul's family, and
all his family accepted us, even though Paul's older brother
could never understand what Paul saw in me. I felt Paul's
parents were thinking that if they didn't oppose Paul's
relationship with us, he might grow tired of us. Bob would
always bake a cake or pie to take over for supper, checking with
Paul's mother as to what she would like for him to bring. For
Christmas that year Bob and I gave Paul a matching ring to ours,
and gave him our vows. He repeated Bob's vows to us, and I
reminded him they expired on Bob's 18th birthday. Paul told us
his parents never said anything to him when they noticed his
ring, but his mother looked like she was about to cry.
For Paul's 15th birthday, his parents had a party at their
home. Bob baked his birthday cake, and decorated it himself.
It looked and tasted as good as the best from a bakery. It is
still very cold in Oklahoma in February, so the house was
crowded with almost 30 teens trying to dance and have a good
time. Bob and I got him a CD player, but told him his real
present was us when we got home.
Time flew by that year and before we knew it, summer was gone
and the guys were starting the 10th grade. Bob had wanted a new
computer for his birthday, so Paul and I got him one. They were
once again stars on the wrestling team, and deep into their
school work. They got lucky, and had most of their classes
together. Only two subject were taken at different times, but
they still had the same teachers. If either of them made as low
as a B on a test, the other would really give him hell over it,
telling him he wasn't that stupid. They would help the other on
a weak subject, spending as much time as needed, until they both
understood it. I couldn't help them, because by that time, the
subjects were over my head. I did pick up a little knowledge
just listening to them study, and as they debated the finer
points of a subject.
Paul had his 16th birthday, and his parents, Bob, and I, went
together and bought him a good used car. It was nothing fancy,
but it was as good as most of the kids at their school drove,
and better then some. Paul and Bob felt like big shots when
they were driving around. Paul would pick Bob up for school
every morning, and the bikes got put away. Paul wanted to learn
how to drive the motor home, so we took a few quick camping
(read love making) trips with his parents permission.
Bob and Paul were still popular in school, and they never
really 'Came Out'. It wasn't long into the 10th grade though,
that their friends started treating them like a couple. They
were both still being chased by girls that didn't know them
well, but they never encouraged them. They were still friendly
with Carl, and he was the only one to outright ask if they were
a couple, while they were still in the 9th grade. They told
him, but asked he not tell anyone else. As far as we know, he
never did. They would go to dances or parties, and had no
trouble finding girls wanting to dance with them. Their friends
didn't even mind sharing their dates with them for one dance.
Paul and Bob wanted to be able to dance together, but they never
did in public. They often told me they wished they could take
me to a party with them, but I told them it was alright to leave
me at home, because I wouldn't enjoy it anyway, except for just
being with them.
The only problem between Bob and Paul that year, was when Paul
saw Bob checking out another guy in the locker room. He had his
feelings hurt over it, but I explained that Bob and I had always
been free to look as long as we didn't touch, and that it didn't
mean Bob loved us any less. He decided he could live with that.
I didn't think that was the right time to remind Paul about how
he came into my life, maybe that was what he was worried about,
but I know myself, that was different. I just hugged him,
giving him a kiss and told him he was loved. Bob said he was
sorry he had hurt him, and took him by the hand to the bedroom.
I felt I should let them make up alone, and stayed in the
livingroom, as Bob showed Paul how much he loved him.
Bob got his driver's license on his 16th birthday, but decided
he didn't want his own car. He wanted to be with Paul, so they
shared his car while they were in high school. Their junior
year passed before I even noticed. The years seemed to be going
by me faster and faster.
It was their senior year, and Paul had just turned 18 in
February, when I got a call from Scott Mason. Scott is a
distant cousin on my mothers side, and we see him and his life
mate John at some of the family reunions, but we hadn't been to
one in two years. Scott's father is my mother's first cousin.
They are raising Scott's two children, a boy and a girl. Scott
and John are both in their early to mid 30's and the kids are
both 4, but have different mothers. Scott and John had been
together about 8 years at that time. Scott called me from the
Interstate, and told me they were passing through town on their
way back home to Chicago. He said they were having car trouble,
and needed a tow truck, and wanted me to recommend one and a
garage. They were only about 15 miles from town, so I told them
I would call a wrecker and have them towed to the garage that
did all my work. I let them know I would come pick them up and
take them to the garage.
I told the lady that works for me I was taking off, and to
tell Bob or Paul I would be home shortly if they called. I
decided I should take the motor home, so everyone would be able
have a seat. We kept it parked behind the store, so it was no
trouble to take it. I also thought they might need the
bathroom, since we might have to wait on the tow truck. It
didn't take me long to find them, even though they were a little
more then 15 miles. Scott and John pass through town every few
years, but this was the first time they had ever called, and
they never stopped by. We got the kids in the motor home, the
heater turned on, restroom trips made, and settled down to wait
for the tow truck to arrive. We had visited a little at
reunions, but we don't really know each other very well, and
don't have much in common, as I am closer to his father in age.
He and his father didn't get along, and Scott had been adopted
when he was a small child, by his mother's second husband. His
father had disowned him long ago, but Scott still wanted to be
part of the family. It was a bad situation, because if his
father was going to be at a reunion, Scott wouldn't go, or he
would leave if his father showed up. The problem was Scott is
gay.
The wrecker arrived about 30 minutes later, and after hooking
up, towed their car into town and to the garage I told him to
take it to. The garage I use is not the fastest, but all the
mechanics have over 20 years experience, and they do good work
at a reasonable cost. They took a quick look at the car, after
John told them how it was acting. They said they wouldn't be
able to get to it that day, because they had five other cars
to get out before closing, and their car might take several
hours.
Scott asked me to take them to a motel, but I told him we had
extra rooms at home, and they could stay with us. I took them
over to the house, and we were setting in the livingroom when
Bob and Paul came home.
Paul opened the door, and asked, "What's the motor home doing
here?" before he saw we had company.
"Do you guys remember Scott, his life mate John, and their kids
Sharon and Nick, from the last reunion we went to? This is Bob
and his best buddy Paul."
Paul and Bob shook their hands, and said, "How you doing?"
Paul was still holding on to Scott's hand as he looked over to
me and quietly said, "I don't want to pretend anymore Matt."
"Oh, P-a-u-l.", I lowly groaned.
"I'm legal now Matt, and they can understand and accept it or
not."
We were all quiet a moment, and Scott and John looked
embarrassed. As Bob and I looked at each other, I thought about
Bob still being several months from his 18th birthday. I could
tell by Bob's eyes it was ok with him. I told them, "Paul wants
me to introduce him as my husband."
You could see the shock on John and Scott's faces. Everyone
was deathly quiet, and I held my breath.
"My gaydar went off the first time we met you several years
ago," said John, "and was really strong as you guys came in, but
I thought it was Bob and Paul that was setting it off, not
Matt."
"Me too." committed Scott.
"Bob's my husband too." said Paul, as he let loose of Scott's
hand, and kissed Bob lightly on the lips.
John and Scott looked at each other before John said, "If that's
what works for you guys."
Paul came over to me, took me in his arms and kissed me on the
lips. "I know it's hard for you after having to hide all these
years, Baby, but I'm not ashamed of my love for you. I want to
scream to the whole world that you belong to me."
I couldn't say anything. All I could do was to hug him tight
to me and hold on for dear life, as Bob came over and hugged us
both. Everyone relaxed and started acting more natural. Paul
called home, and told his folks we had company from out of town
and asked if he could spend the night with us. They said he
could. John and Scott were interested to know Paul's family
knew about us and accepted us. We explained the rules his folks
had set, and that we abided by them.
Bob asked if everyone would like tacos for supper. Scott and
John said that would be fine, and that they would buy. Paul
spoke up and said, "Matt and I think no one can cook as good as
Bob can, so he makes them for us." Bob went to the kitchen, and
started checking to see if we had everything he would need. He
stuck his head back into the livingroom, and asked if the kids
would rather have hot dogs then tacos. Scott said they
probably would. Bob asked if anyone else would rather have hot
dogs too, but everyone voted for tacos. Bob told Paul he needed
him to go to the store for a few things while he started
cooking. Paul made out a list as Bob called off what he needed,
and Bob told him to put it on the Master Card instead of the
Visa credit card.
I asked Paul if he had his credit card with him, and he said
he did, that he had gotten gas that morning. We usually don't
carry our credit cards all the time, and try to switch off using
one card one month, and the other the next. We don't believe in
paying interest or fees, so we pay off the balance at the end of
the month, and try not to use the ATM. I had gotten them both
their own cards on my accounts several years before, so they
wouldn't be carrying very much cash. Our cards have our photos
on them, so the guys have never had trouble having one accepted.
It didn't take Paul long to get back, and when he came in he
said, "I know it won't be as good as you make Babe, but I got a
cake and some ice cream for desert." Bob looked at him with a
playful put out look and replied, "You better say it's not as
good as mine, if you ever want to get me to bake you another
cake." Bob shortly called everyone to put their tacos together
the way they wanted them. John and Scott complemented Bob on
how everything tasted, and asked for the recipe he used on the
meat. After everything was cleaned up, Bob and Paul took the
motor home back over to the store, and brought the pickup home.
We had decided they would take the pickup to school, and leave
Paul's car for me so we would have room for all of Scott's
family.
If your wondering if we had an orgy with Scott and John, the
answer is NO! None of us wants to have sex with anyone but our
own partners, and Scott and John said and did nothing to
indicate they felt any different. But it was nice to just be
able to openly talk to another gay married couple. My husbands
did give me a blowjob that night, and I helped give each of them
one. We had to be very quiet about it, which is real hard for
Paul, as he is really a screamer. We suspected the same thing
was happening in the bedroom next door, from the low noises
coming through the wall.
John and Scott's car was ready the next morning, and before
they left I asked them not to 'out' us to the rest of the
family. I knew my relatives wouldn't ever be ready for anymore
gay marriages in the family.
One day I looked up, and my men were graduating from high
school. It seemed like only a few months ago, Bobby was
starting the 6th grade. They were both near the top of their
class, and they were offered scholarships in both academics and
wrestling. They had their choice of colleges and universities
in Oklahoma. They choose to attend the university in town on
their academic scholarships. They went to the senior prom, and
had a great time. They each took a girl, but the young ladies
understood nothing more than dancing would happen. The young
ladies had been friends of theirs for years.
They had started a little computer consulting business while
in high school, and since it was doing well, they decided to
expand it during the summer. Paul often needed to be one place,
while Bob needed to be another. It soon became apparent Bob
needed his own car, so for the first time, they had separate
cars. Bob wanted to impress their clients, so he got a brand
new dark red Cadillac Sedan Deville. They put it in Paul's
name, because of Bob's age. He still wasn't 18, and no one
would finance the car for him. The guys wanted to start
building credit in their own names, so I didn't put my name on
the loan. Once the bank saw their books, they couldn't loan the
guys the money fast enough. They opened an office, and Bob's
car stayed parked there most of the time, as it had a garage.
If they could come home together, they would bring only one car
home. None of us mentioned it, but I couldn't forget their vows
to me expired on Bob's 18th birthday, which was only a few
months away.