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 18
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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Epilogue
Dean,
If you have read this far, there are a few other things I want
you to know about your Grandpa. I am sure you know how much
Paul and I miss him, and that no one will ever be able to
replace him. We are glad we had as many years of his love as we
had, even though we would liked to have had him much longer. We
couldn't tell you at the funeral, but your Grandpa's wish about
how he wanted to die came true. We only told you he died of
heart failure, which is true, but it was after he had made love
to us. Matt got to where he couldn't join us in love making
very often. Often, he would just lay with us and touch and pet
on me and Paul as we made love. That night, he joined in our
lovemaking. After we had all finished and calmed down, we were
holding each other and just relaxing and talking. Matt told us
that for years, he had thought happiness was the absence of
sadness. He told us he didn't learn what happiness was until we
came into his life. He said, "Thank you both for making me
happy, and teaching me what love is." It was while Matt was
holding us that he just died. We tried to revive him with CPR,
but nothing worked. I don't think there was any pain for him,
he didn't make any sound, and he looked peaceful. He just
stopped breathing and his heart stopped. If we hadn't been
laying against him, we might have not noticed immediately.
Your Grandpa was a good man. He wanted to be a Christian, and
believed in the Bible and in Jesus Christ, but stopped going to
church because he believed he couldn't be a good Christian and
live a gay lifestyle with me. He installed the Christian belief
in me and Paul, and insisted we live up to it as much as
possible. He even made us study the Bible, and we often have
lively debates about points it makes. Your Grandpa believed in
a forgiving God through Jesus Christ, but he also believed God
is just. If God is a forgiving God, your Grandpa is in heaven,
and I belive he is.
You read about Teto. He was just the second of many boys your
Grandpa rescued. I was the first. I am sure you noticed that
there were several men with boys at the funeral. The last years
of his life, Matt spent his time trying to help boys that were
in trouble, and that were living on the streets. We don't know
how he did it, but we know he didn't care if it was legal or
not.
We found a form for guardianship papers on his computer,
and a Notary Public seal with a name we've never heard of, in the
bottom of his desk. He would try to get boys back with their
families, but if that didn't work, he had a list of men that
would give a boy a home. Paul and I have often wondered how
he found the men. Matt would only tell us, "The less you know
about it, the safer everyone is." Matt would only work with boys
he felt the system had failed. Matt found a lot more boys like
that then anyone wants to admit too. Some didn't want his help,
or weren't ready for it. Matt felt many were past helping, some
because of drugs, some because of a life of indiscriminate sex
and pimps, some from losing the ability to love or trust. It
broke his heart when he found a boy he couldn't help. All that
mattered to him was that the boy have a good, loving, safe home
to grow up in. Matt would check out the men very carefully, and
would never send a boy to a man that wanted one for sex. If a
sexual relationship developed between the man and the boy, he
didn't worry about it as long as it was a loving and supportive
relationship. The men and boys there at the funeral, were some
of the people he had helped come together.
Dean, I hope this has helped you to know your Grandpa, and to
understand him as the man I knew. I will always love him and
miss him with all my heart. I am signing this as your Uncle
Bob, even though the difference in our ages is not that great
anymore, only a year more than between you and your brother.
I hope I will always be allowed to be your Uncle Bob.
Uncle Bob
The End
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