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 13
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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                          The Birthday

  Paul and Bob started planning a party for Bob's 18th birthday.
They were being very secretive about their plans, and when I
would ask, they just said they would take care of everything.
They were both as loving to me as ever, but I couldn't help
being a little apprehensive, as they would smile at each other
sharing a secrete.  They did tell me they were going all out and
I would have to wear a new suit and tie.  They were planning to
hold the party at Paul's parents house, and use their big back
yard.  Bob's birthday fell on Saturday that year, so they
planned for a mid-afternoon party.  They had sent out
invitations, and Paul and Bob called everyone.  They let
everyone know it was a no gifts party.

  They made me go shopping with them a week before the party.
They picked out the suit, shirt, and tie I was to wear, and I
had to try everything on and model it for them.  I was getting
to the point I wouldn't have been surprised if they had made me
buy new shoes, socks, and underwear.  The day of the party, I
had to pass inspection before we could leave for the party.
When we got to Paul's parents house, the guys had decorated the
yard, and had a large table setup with snacks and a very large
fancy cake that Bob had baked.  The patio had been cleared for
dancing, and our stereo system had been set up.  There were
plenty of chairs setting around, with three off by themselves.
My name was taped to one, and Paul's parents' names were on the
others.  The guests were mostly Paul's family, but there were
also friends Paul and Bob had made in high school.  I noticed
all the guests were dressed up.  Carl was there with a young
woman, and he told me they were planning on getting married.

  Paul stood up, turned off the music, and rapped his glass with
a spoon to get everyone's attention.  He led everyone in singing
Happy Birthday to Bob.  After everyone had settled back down, He
held up his hand and said he had an announcement to make.  Bob
moved over next to Paul, and Paul took his hand.  "This is Bob's
birthday, and as such, is an important day in our lives, but
today has special meaning for us beyond that.  The rings we wear
are so much more than just friendship rings.  We have never
been able to share our happiness before with our friends and
family, because we had to protect our mate.  When we first
married, we were not allowed to make vows past Bob's 18th
birthday.  Before they expire today, we want to make our life
long vows to each other and to Matt.  Matt's vows to us were
life long when he made them to each of us."

  They came over to where I was setting with Paul's parents. I
was shocked and more than a little embarrassed about what they
were doing.  Bob knelt in front of me as Paul stood to the side
by his parents.  He slipped the ring off his right hand and
handed it to me telling me it was time to place it on his left
hand.  I could feel every eye on us, and was very embarrassed
about being outed in this way.  In a strong clear voice so all
could hear, he gave me the traditional wedding vows, changing
the part about forsaking all others, to forsaking all others but
me and Paul.  I slipped the ring on his left hand, and he
lightly kissed me on the lips.  He moved to the side by Paul's
parents, and Paul knelt and repeated the vows.  I slipped his
ring on his left hand and received his kiss.  Paul and Bob then
joined hands and repeated their vows to each other.  Their kiss
lasted a little longer.

  Paul's father stood, and somehow glasses of champagne had
appeared for everyone.  He made a toast to us for long life and
happiness.  After everyone had a sip of champagne, he announced
the first dance was ours.  Paul reached for my hand, but I told
him I was too embarrassed to dance.  He leaned down and
whispered to me not to be embarrassed, because everyone there
but me had known what was going to happen.  He said they hadn't
told me because they were afraid I wouldn't let them do this for
us. My men know me.  I stood and he led me to the dance floor.
A slow song started playing and I let him lead me a few turns
around the floor.  Bob stepped up and Paul gave me to him.
After Bob and I had made a few turns, Paul tapped me on the
shoulder and finished the dance with Bob.

  The three of us cut the cake, than started receiving
congratulations from the guests.  We were getting hugs and
kisses from most of the women there and hand shakes from the
men.  I was hugged and kissed by some young women I didn't even
know.  Carl came up and gave each of us a hug and said
"Congratulations, I always knew it was the three of you.  The
rings gave you away".  That night, Paul moved home to live with
us.  None of us wanted sex that night, we just lay with me
sandwiched between my husbands, holding hands, hugging, and
basking in our love for each other.  It was better then sex.

  When we finally came out to my family a few weeks later, I'm
afraid they didn't take it very well.  My daughter now refuses
to speak to me or let me see my grandsons.  My 15 year old
grandson calls once in a while and tells me he misses me and
Uncle Bob and Paul.  I have told him not to go against his
parent's wishes.  I don't tell him how my heart hurts to give
him a hug, or to just see him.  My 9 year old grandson was too
young at the time to remember us, and I have lost him.  My son's
family took it better, but now when they come from Florida to
visit, they stay at a motel instead of using the guest rooms.
When we go see them, we stay in the motor home, and make sure we
are never alone with my grandsons.