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 14
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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                       Our Lives Together

  The guy's consulting business really took of that summer, and
they started encouraging me to retire and let them take care of
me.  I told them I wasn't ready to retire, and I couldn't just
set around all day.  I made them promise me that if I ever
reached a point I was bed ridden and couldn't take care of
myself, they would put me in a home.  I made out a living will,
and neither of them were happy about that.  I never want to lay
in a hospital bed like my brother-in-law did, hooked up to
machines keeping him alive for months past his time.  He got so
bad he was bagging them to turn them off, but they couldn't.  We
each made out power of attorneys to each other in case something
happened to one of us.

  Bob and Paul started at the university that fall.  They both
choose computer science as their majors.  Between their business
and their studies, they stayed busy.  I was very proud of them,
they were at the top of their class.  Their business was
financially booming and they were soon making as much in a week
as I was in a month.  The second year at the university their
courses were much harder, and they had to hire help for their
business.  They both knew what they wanted and didn't mind
working hard to get it.  I knew I wanted Bob and Paul.  Some
nights, between their business and their studies, they would
come home so tired that all they wanted to do was have something
to eat and go to sleep.  Making love became a very special
event.  Often during that time, we would have sex only once a
week or so, and seldom all three of us together. But they
managed to keep their customers happy and stay at the
top of their classes.

  Bob and Paul were working on a new program for a major client,
and were working late at their office every night.  They were
having trouble getting all the parts of the 8 mag program they
were writing, to interact and work right, and were only a few
weeks away from their deadline.  One night late, Paul came home
alone.  He looked very tired and discouraged.  I asked where Bob
was, and Paul snapped at me, "Where Do You Fucking Think He Is.
He's Still Fucking Around, Working On That Damn, Shitting,
Program!".  Paul's cussing surprised me, we had gotten it down
to an odd damn once in a while.  He paused with a blank look on
his face a moment and then he looked at me sheepishly, and said,
"I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to snap at you.  I know it's  not
your fault we didn't do it right the first time, and I know you
don't like my cussing."  He grinned and repeated my saying, "If
you use the word, it should describe the act you did or want to
do."  I got up and hugged him, petting the back of his head.  I
asked if he was hungry, and if he  would like for me to fix him
something to eat.  He said he had eaten, and just wanted to lay
down.  I helped him undress in the bedroom, and asked if he
would like for me to give him a massage.  He said he would like
that.

  Paul lay on his stomach, and I started working the stiffness
from his neck and shoulder muscles.  I kneaded the knots from
his shoulders, and started working my way down his back.  When I
reached the small of his back, he gave a loud "Ouch!".  I worked
the stiffness from his butt cheeks, working my way down each
leg.  I massaged each foot with care.  My old hands were
starting to give out, and the arthritis in my left hand was
hurting, but I needed to do this as much as Paul needed it done.
When I had finished his back side, I told him to roll over.  I
started working the muscles in his chest and arms, and started
down his stomach muscles.  His thick monster, 8 plus inch dick
was rock hard.  Eight inches might not seem like a whole lot to
some people, but when compared to Bob's and mine at about 6 and
a half inches, Paul is BIG to us.  I ignored the tool I love,
and worked on his leg muscles. He was starting to purr, and I
could tell Paul was feeling better and more relaxed.  Pre-cum
was leaking from his rod, so I leaned over and licked it up.  I
can't get much of Paul's dick in my mouth, so I worked the head
with my mouth and tongue, as I slowly jacked him off with my
hand.  I gently worked his big nuts with my other hand, gently
tugging and massaging them.  I knew it had been days since he
had gotten a nut, and it didn't take long.  Paul's cum exploded
into my mouth with more force than I remembered him ever having
had.  I gulped it down as fast as I could, but was leaking
almost as much as I got down.  Paul always shoots a lot, but he
out did himself that time.  I licked up the cum I had spilt,
making sure he was clean, as he went soft.  He pulled me up and
gave me a gentle kiss saying, "Thanks, Babe".  He pulled me down
beside him and held my head on his shoulder.  In only moments, I
heard his deep slow breathing of sleep.  I just lay there not
wanting to move and disturb him.  I don't know what time Bob
got home, because I woke the next morning still in my clothes,
and we always sleep nude.  Paul was awake smiling at Bob and I,
just watching us sleep.

  I needed to piss bad.  I slipped out of bed and headed for the
bathroom.  Paul came in and stood beside me as we both pissed
into the toilet at the same time.  He asked me to take a shower
with him.  We both like our showers HOT.  I don't know why, but
we have never been much for sex play in the shower.  We just
washed each other and rinsed the soap off.  As we were drying
off, Paul leaned over and kissed me saying, "Thanks for last
night".  We shaved and brushed our teeth, what few I have left,
and Paul suggested we wake Bob with a massage and blowjob.

  Bob was still asleep on his back when we got back to the
bedroom.  We nudged him and he rolled over on his stomach, still
asleep.  I started massaging his feet, as Paul started working
his neck.  Bob woke up and smiled at us.  I asked why he hadn't
woke me up when he came in last night, and he said we had looked
so peaceful he hadn't wanted to disturb me.  I slowly worked up
Bob's legs, as Paul worked down his back.  We met at his butt
cheeks, and I worked on one while Paul did the other.  We
turned Bob over, and I started back on his feet.  Paul started
back at the shoulders, and started working down as I worked back
up.  We met at Bob's crotch.  Paul took his hard-on in his
mouth, and started deep throating Bob, as I started licking and
sucking his balls, and every once in a while kissing Paul.  Bob
only lasted a very few minutes before he tensed and started
shooting.  After Bob had recovered, Paul said it was my turn.  I
told them it would have to keep, or we wouldn't have time for
breakfast.  Paul said with a grin, he had just eaten.  Bob said
I would be enough breakfast for him.  I told them not the way
they had been working, and that they would just have to come
home on time that night.  Paul and I fixed breakfast as Bob
showered and got ready for the day.

  It only took them a few more days to have the program up and
running the way they wanted.  Their customer was very pleased
and gave them a high recommendation to the people he knew.  They
got several new accounts because of his recommendations.  They
also made more money off that one job than I did all that year.

  It seemed like they had started at the university just a few
months ago, but there they were up on the stage, getting their
degrees.  I wondered where all the years had gone.  Bob and I
will soon have been together for 11 years, and Paul has been
with us for over 8 years.   They both graduated at the top of
their class with honors.  They received a job offer that would
let both of them work at the same company, and they were
offering each a starting pay at almost twice what the three of
us made combined! We weren't in a low income tax bracket to
begin with.  Bob and Paul told me they would like to take the
jobs, but it would mean we would have to move to Houston, Texas.
They told me if I wanted to stay in Oklahoma, they would, as
they were making enough out of their business to support us
well.  We decided to move.  They talked to the company and asked
for six months to sell out in Oklahoma and relocate.  Their new
employer granted the time, but asked if it took less time that
they start as soon as they could.

  We put the store and their business on the market, and listed
our house for sale.  Just a couple of days later, Bob and Paul
received an offer from one of their competitors that they
couldn't refuse.  They made a very large profit on the sale.
Enough to buy a very nice house in Houston, and get setup.  The
offers we received on my store weren't as good.  The bids were
coming in lower then I had expected.  I ended up selling to the
lady that had worked for me for so many years.  There were
higher bids then her's, but I knew she had bid all she could
afford, and I felt I owed her.  Our house sold fairly quickly,
but we had priced it under the market for a quick sale, because
there were two other houses near our's for sale.  I was planning
on putting the money I received from the sales into our joint
account.  Bob and Paul both said they had talked it over, and
that was my kid's inheritance, and should be put in a separate
account.  I opened a Mutual Fund account with the money, but I
put Bob's and Paul's names on the account because as I told
them, if anything should happen that they needed it, they were
my first concern.  They told me that from now on, money wasn't
going to be a problem.  I looked at Bob with the most puzzled
look I could put on my face, and asked in a little boy voice,
"are we rich?".  We all started laughing, and Bob said, "With
money, not quite, but almost.  With love, we are very, very,
very rich, because we have each other."

  Bob took me by the hand, and waving to Paul for him to follow,
led me to the bedroom.  It had been a long time since we had the
time for slow love making.  All of us were in truth unemployed
and had free time with no pressures for the first time in our
lives together.  We started undressing each other, making it as
erotic as we could.  As we stood there with our erect dicks
stretching out to each other, Paul nodded to Bob, and they
gently pushed me down on our bed.

  Bob's mouth encased my right nipple, as Paul's mouth eagerly
sucked and licked on my left one.  My men started kissing and
licking their way down my body.  I was running my hands gently
over their hard muscled shoulders, and down their backs as far
as I could reach.  I had them twist around so I could get to
their hard dicks.  I sucked Bob's dick into my mouth, paying
loving attention to the head and running my tongue into his
slit, licking the pre-cum from him. I had my hand around Paul's
massive tool, gently squeezing and massaging it.  I turned my
head to Paul's dick, and took in as much as I could, changing my
hand to Bob's nuts.  I have never been able to learn to deep
throat.  I can't get past my gag reflex. I licked the head of
Paul's dick, cleaning it of pre-cum, and started working my way
down with my tongue, then back up to sucking the head.  I let my
lolly pop slip from my mouth, and went to work on Paul's nuts.
Paul's balls are sized to match his dick.  Big.  I started
licking and kissing them until I felt one of my lovers on my
dick, and the other on my balls, I had to tell them I couldn't
take much of that.  They moved down and started licking and
kissing the tender insides of my thighs.  When Paul started
moaning, I turned back to Bob and worshiped his rod.  I reached
down and pulled them up for a kiss.  Three people french kissing
at the same time is hard to do, but we managed it.  There is no
way to describe the feeling of having two other tongues playing
with yours, dueling for possession.  The feeling is so erotic,
and when you love both people, so natural.

  I told my men I wanted a three way fuck.  We usually have Bob
in the middle, so he can control the action.  It was decided
that I would be first in line, then Paul and Bob would be the
tail.  Paul got the Vaseline and started putting lube up my love
hole.  Unless Bob had first fucked me, we had found that Paul
had an easier time getting in if the lube was first worked in
with one finger, then with two fingers and finally with three
fingers.  As Paul was working on me, Bob put lube up Paul, and
on their dicks.  We were ready.

  I lay on my left side, and pulled my knees into a sitting
position.  I lifted my right knee until I touched my chest.
This made it easier for Paul to get in.  When I felt Paul's
monster dick pushing at my love hole, I started pushing out.  He
slipped in, and stopped with just the head of his dick inside
me. I lowered my right leg to a more comfortable position, and
Paul lifted his right leg over me.  Bob entered Paul, and
pushed in until he bottomed out. Bob reached his arm under Paul,
so he could touch me.  Paul started a slow forward stroke, until
he felt just the head of Bob's dick in him.  Then he reversed
and slowly withdrew from me while driving Bob's dick into
himself.  Each inward stroke into me pushed against my prostate
as his massive head passed, followed by a long massage with his
thick dick.  As Paul withdrew, the big head would scrape against
my prostate nearly driving me mad.  I had to force myself to
relax to keep from shooting too quick.  I felt very full as Paul
entered my deep parts.  We worked maybe 7 or 8 minutes.  I was
trying to take long, deep, slow breaths, but my breathing was
becoming rugged.  I couldn't stop myself from whimpering.  Paul
reached across me and his hand was headed for my dick.  I
grabbed his hand before he could touch my dick, brought it to
my lips and kissed it.  I then hugged his hand tight against my
chest.  Paul kissed the back of my neck, just as his big head
scraped across my prostate.  I was spewing our bed with my cum.
All I could see were colors.  My ass muscles tried to cut Paul's
dick off.  I couldn't breathe.  It felt as if my heart stopped.
I felt my body having spasm after spasm.  I knew nothing except
that indescribable feeling of a very long, very hard, very
intense climax.  All I could do was feel.  It seemed to last
forever, I don't know, I may have fainted for a few moments.
When I slowly started to regain my senses, I could feel Paul had
already cum too, my insides were flooded with his seed. My heart
was beating so fast I became a little frightened.  I forced
myself to calm down before I had a heart attack.  From Bob's
breathing, I knew he was also recovering.  They later told me I
had started screaming their names, over and over, and that had
set both of them off.  I don't know.  I don't remember.  I fell
asleep in the safety of my Paul's arms, our bodies still connected
by my lovers dicks.

  I awoke sometime later, feeling Paul humping into me with fast
gentle strokes.  I could hear Bob grunting like he does just
before he shoots.  I felt Paul's massive dick start to swell
even more as he groaned, and I reached between our legs and
cupped his nuts in my hand just as he started emptying his
second load.  I had nothing left to shoot.  I was empty, but
I heard Bob give a moan of satisfaction.  I was proud of myself
to know that while I often couldn't get an erection, or cum
myself, I have never denied my husbands sex, and my flabby old
body still excites them.  I have always found a way to satisfy
them, and when I die, this is the way I want to go.  We lay
awhile just resting as Bob and Paul recovered.  We thought we
should get up and shower, although I could have stayed in that
bed with them forever.  I told Bob and Paul they could go first,
and Paul stated, "Our new house will have to have a big enough
shower for us all.  Even if we have to build the shower, and
then build the rest of the damn house around it."

  The people that had bought the house wanted to move in within
30 days.  We went through the house, deciding what we wanted to
keep and what to get rid of.  It's amazing how much you
accumulate over 30 years.  I found the 20mg hard drive I had
kept out of my first XT computer.  The guys couldn't believe it
when I told them that had been top of the line at the time, and
had cost me $500.  Paul found a old full size computer card and
asked me if I knew what it was.  I explained it was out of a 286
computer, and that was the memory card that gave it 1mg of
memory.  Another very expensive item.  He decided he wanted to
keep that 'old antique'.  We kept all the TVs (we had one in
every room), the stereo, the computers, our king size bed, and
the other big ticket items that were in excellent condition.  We
had a garage sale and got rid of as much as we could.  What was
left, we sent to the auction house.

  Paul's family asked that we not leave until after Bob's
birthday.  We were planning on living in the motor home until we
left, but Paul's folks asked us to stay with them so they could
be with us as much as possible in the time left.  I told the
guys we should do it, because I know what it's like to have your
son move away.  We setup our king size bed in Paul's old room,
and put the rest of the stuff we are keeping in storage. We
didn't say anything to his folks about it, but we got a space in
a park for the motor home too.  None of us feel comfortable
making love in Paul's parents' home.  The old motor home is
getting pretty old, it's older then Paul, but we've had so many
good times in it that we can't stand to get rid of it, it's a part
of our lives.  We can point to each stain or blimish and tell,
"That happened when ......."

  Paul's family had a Birthday/Anniversary/Goodbye/Open House
this afternoon from 2pm to 6pm.  45 people came by and said
goodbye.  Some were friends made in the last few years, some
were family, and some were Bob and Paul's old high school
friends.  Carl stopped by with his wife and little girl.  We had
a nice visit before they had to leave.  Dean, my 15 year old
grandson, showed up.  I hugged him and told him I would always
love him, but that he couldn't defy his parents and he would
have to leave. He hugged his Uncle Bob, and Paul, said goodbye
and left.  It was the first time I had touched him in four
years.  I had a hard time keeping him from seeing me cry.  I
didn't ask how he got there. He was there maybe 5 minutes.  I
had to go to our room for a few minuets after he left.  A few
of Paul's extended family that couldn't accept us didn't come.
That hurt Paul, but he has learned to accept it.  He had already
seen them and said his goodbyes.

  Paul and Bob want to take us to a gay club tonight.  I'm
finished dressing, and just waiting on them.  I'm scared.  It's
frightening to be my age and make so many changes in your life.
It's hard to give up your home and the life you've known for so
long.  I don't know what I'm going to do when we get to Houston,
but I know I'll find something.  I wish I still had the
enthusiasm for change that I had as a youth.  I have no doubts
about my love for Bob or Paul, nor of their love for me.  I know
I can count on them to always love me and take care of me, and I
will go wherever they are.  I want Bob and Paul.  That's all
that really matters.  My husbands are ready so I better close
this.