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 7
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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Bobby and Me
I got to the lawyer's office at 5 minutes before 4:00.
Bobby's mother wasn't there yet, so I took a seat in the lobby
to wait for her. She showed up at 4:05, all dressed up. The
short, low cut party dress she had on would be very appropriate
for working in a strip club, or as a street walker, but she
looked out of place in a lawyer's office. The lady at the desk
said they were ready for us, and lead us into the lawyer's
office. There were two chairs in front of his desk, and he had
us sat down, while the lady stood near the desk. He explained
she was there to notarize our signatures. He put a copy of the
papers in front of each of us, and started explaining to Bobby's
mother, that she was appointing me Bobby's legal guardian. He
also told her she could revoke the guardianship at anytime she
chose to. She looked over at me with a smirk on her face, so I
just started to pull the photo out of my pocket.
She quickly looked away, and I pushed the photo back into my
pocket. The lawyer saw what passed between us, and looked at me
questionably. I just shook my head, he looked at her, and he
let it pass. He asked if either of us had any questions, and we
both answered no. He asked her if she was signing of her own
free will, and she looked over at me and said yes. He showed
each of us where to sign, and after we had signed that set, he
switched and had us sign another set. We signed three sets, the
lawyer explaining the third set would be filed at the court
house. The lady put her seal on all the sets, and the lawyer
said that was all.
Bobby's mother got up and the lady showed her out, while I
remained seated so I could finish my business with the lawyer.
He asked me if that exchange and the photo was anything he should
know about. I just told him no. I couldn't admit to him that I
had blackmailed her into signing the papers. He did advise me to
wait a few days before leaving town to go home, just to see if she
revoked the guardianship. If she did and I couldn't be found, she
might try to charge me with kidnaping. I told him I didn't think
there was much chance of that happening, but that I would stay
another 5 days. He totaled up my bill, and told me I had a small
refund coming, and that if I would wait just a minute he would get it.
He wasn't gone very long before he came back. I thanked him for his
help, and told him there was a little boy waiting to know he had a new
home.
Bobby was sitting in the widow watching for me. We spotted
each other as I turned into the driveway. I lifted up the
papers and grinned, shaking them so he could see I had them. He
ran out the door, and he wasn't going to let me get parked
before he started trying to get the truck door open. He was in
my lap hugging and kissing me before I really got stopped. I
got out with Bobby still hanging onto my neck, and carried him
into the motor home. We sat on the couch just holding each
other, as I told him about what had happened at the lawyer's
office. After a while, I heard a grumble from Bobby's tummy, and
we both started giggling. I said it must be time for supper,
and asked if he would like to go out. He hung his head and
said he looked too bad. I told him there was only one bruise on
his face that would show if he had on a long sleeve shirt and
long pants. I said if anyone asked about his bruise, we could
say he was hit with a ball. Bobby decided that would be kewl,
so we found some of his old clothes that didn't look too bad,
and he got dressed. I told him before we went to supper, we
would stop at Walmart and get him a few new clothes, and then
just throw those old rags away.
We got to Walmart and headed for the Boy's Department. We
started looking at the clothes, and I asked Bobby what kind of
pants he liked. He told me he liked the baggy kind of slacks.
Why was I not surprised. I asked him why he liked it, and he
told me because it looked kewl, and then he whispered to me that
it wasn't as embarrassing when he got a woody as they were loose
enough to hide it, and they didn't tent out. I decided I
wouldn't tell him I thought they looked too much like what gang-
bangers wore. Bobby picked out four pairs of pants that he
liked, and I had him try on each of them. I had to admit they
did look good on Bobby, but he would look good in anything. He
next picked out a couple pairs of long shorts.
We moved on to the shirts, and he choose two long sleeve
pull-overs, and three short sleeve tee's. I told him I
thought he should have a button up shirt for dress-up and
he picked one out. I thought he had good taste in clothes,
and he was very picky as he really knew what he wanted. He
tried on each shirt with a pair of pants, and he looked like
a million bucks to me. I had him pick out a belt that he liked,
and he chose a plain black leather. He still needed a pair of
shoes, so that was next, and I don't think I need to tell you
what kind he picked out.
While we were there, I decided we should get a few groceries.
On the way to the Grocery Department, Bobby made a side trip
and came back with a big jar of Vaseline. I asked what that
was for, and he just said he used a lot of it. After we got
what groceries we needed, we went to check out. When the
checker gave us the total, Bobby's mouth dropped open. I was
glad I had my Visa Card with me, and knew I would go into shock
when I got the credit card bill.
Once we were in the parking lot, Bobby looked up at me with
a puzzled expression on his little face, and asked me if we
were rich. I laughed and told him we were not rich with money,
but we were rich because we now had each other. I told him not
to worry, that we could pay the bills.
Bobby wanted to go back to the motor home and change his
clothes before we went to supper. He changed into a pair of
his new pants and selected a dressy long sleeve pull-over.
With his new shoes and socks on, he looked so good it took
my breath away, and he was very pleased with the way he looked.
With decent clothes, Bobby was the kind of kid everyone takes
a second look at. For the twentieth time, Bobby told me thank
you for the new clothes. He told me most of his clothes had
always come from Good Will, and he got very few clothes that
no one had ever worn before him.
Bobby put his old clothes back in the trash sack and told me
we could throw it all away now. I asked him if he didn't want
to keep some of the toys. He looked in the sack and pulled out
an old Teddy Bear that was well worn. He sat looking at it a
minute, then started putting it back in the sack. He said that
was all kid's stuff and he wasn't a little kid anymore. I told
him I still had my Bear that I had gotten from Santa when I was
7 years old, and even though it was missing one of it's feet,
it is still very dear to me. He asked me if I would show it to
him when we got home, and I told him I would. He pulled the bear
back out of the sack, and said that was all he wanted. I decided
that I wouldn't put any of his stuff in the trash, but leave it
up to him. If he threw it away that would be fine, or if he
wanted to keep it, that would also be fine.
We went to the Golden Corral for supper. We both like our
steaks cooked the same way, medium well done and with fries. We
over ate, and were both feeling over stuffed but happy when we
headed back to the motor home. As we got back to the motor home
and parked, Bobby noticed his mother was still at home, and
remarked that she hadn't gone to work and would miss a lot of
tips.
We went in and turned on the T.V., setting close together.
Bobby was running his hand over his new clothes smoothing them
out. He turned to me and put his arms around my neck, kissed me
on the cheek, and said thank you. I told him he was welcome,
and that I wanted to get them for him. He climbed into my lap,
and gently ground his butt into me. I acted like I didn't
notice, gave him a hug and kissed the top of his head. I then
gently moved him back onto the couch with my arm around his
shoulders and pulled him tight against me. I could feel I was
getting an erection, and I would have died of shame if Bobby had
felt it. There was a little bit of a pout on Bobby's face, but
he didn't say anything.
About 10:00, Bobby started yawning, and as I had missed a lot
of sleep, I said I thought we should get to bed so we could have
a big day for his birthday. Bobby grinned and said "you
remembered!" I told him to chose which bed he wanted, and he
started to cry and said he wanted to sleep with me. I told him
I didn't think that would be a good idea. He said he would be
lonely and scared if he had to sleep alone. I knew I could
control myself, so I gave in and told him he could sleep with
me. We undressed down to our jockeys and slipped into bed.
Bobby scooted up against me, with his cute little bubble butt
against my hip. I could tell from his breathing that it didn't
take long for him to be asleep. It took me longer to forget
the warm young body that was laying against me, and my hard dick
was wanting attention. I just ignored it, not wanting to leave
my sleeping boy.
I was dreaming my dick was in Bobby's tight hot mouth. He was
giving me the first blowjob I had ever had, and it was fabulous.
In my dream, my dick was all the way down Bobby's throat, and I
was humping fast, fucking his face. I could feel myself about
to shoot my load, and I woke up with a start, realizing it
wasn't a dream! I quickly pulled Bobby off my hard throbbing
dick, and hugging him to me I could feel his little hard-on. I
started to cry. Bobby started crying and squirming trying to
get away from me. My dick went limp fast as did Bobby's.
I just held him tight against me, sobbing until I could get
myself under control. As soon as I could talk, I told him I loved
him and wanted him to always be with me, but that sons didn't do
that to their dads. His crying slowed down, and he told me that
he loved me, and he wanted to do it for me. He told me it
couldn't be wrong if we both enjoyed it. I told him I hadn't
ever had sex with another guy, or with anyone at all in nearly
20 years, and that he was really too young to have sex with
anybody, because he didn't know how he would feel about it when
he was grown up. Bobby told me he knew how he felt now, and
that he needed to have sex, that he loved having a dick inside
him. All I could do was tell him I loved him, but I couldn't do
that with him. I kissed him and hugged him tight to me. We lay
there hugging for a while until I told him happy birthday. He
shyly grinned at me and said thank you.
We got up and started getting around, it was only 7 am. We
got our showers taken, the coffee made and a cold breakfast
eaten. Bobby was still a little quite and withdrawn. I knew
that Walmart was open 24 hours, so it wouldn't be too early to
go. I told Bobby I wanted to take him back to Walmart and get
his birthday present. He said he thought the new clothes was
his present, and I told him that they were something he needed
and I wanted to get for him. I said I wanted him to have a bike
too. Bobby's face lite up, and he asked if I would teach him
how to ride it. I was amazed the kid could be 11 years old and
never have ridden a bicycle. I told him I would teach him, and
that we would soon have him ridding on his own.
We got into the bicycle section of the store, and Bobby saw a
ten speed he said he liked. I told him I thought a dirt bike
would be better for him to start, and that we could make a ten
speed his next bike. He picked out a Huffy that he liked. It
cost a little more than I had thought it would, but then I
hadn't bought a bike in about 15 years. I told him he had to
wear a helmet when he rode the bike, and he wasn't too happy
about that, saying "They look dorky". I told him I didn't care,
he would have to wear one. We picked out a lock, a horn, a
headlight, and a taillight for the bike, and Bobby got a helmet.
I was looking at a set of training wheels when I looked over at
Bobby. He had a look of horror on his face as he watched me. I
hung the wheels back up, and said I would never embarrass him
that way. Bobby relaxed, looked very relieved, and said
thanks. After Visa Card once again paid for everything, we
loaded it in the back of the pickup and took off.
When we got back to the motor home, we saw Bobby's mother and
her boyfriend loading things into their car. Bobby remarked it
was the earliest his mother had ever been up. I didn't say
anything about their leaving, but Bobby said he wanted to go
over after they left, and see if any of his things were still
there. I asked him about the mobile home, and he said they just
rented it. Bobby just stood there watching them, and even
though his mother looked over at him a few times, neither said
anything to the other. It didn't take them long to load what
they wanted to take. They were soon pulling out of the
driveway, leaving the front door of the mobile home wide open.
As soon as they were gone, Bobby started over. I followed him
and caught up to him before he got inside. I wanted him to know
I was with him. We went inside, and there were still dirty
dishes and empty beer cans everywhere. I looked to where I had
left the photos, but I didn't see them. Bobby wandered through
the house looking in every room picking things up and putting
them back down, opening drawers and looking in the closets,
trying hard not to cry. I just stood back watching him. When
he had looked enough, he said there was nothing there he wanted.
I opened my arms, and he moved into my arms, hugging me around
the waist. We just stood in the middle of the mess and hugged
each other. I thought to myself, "Happy Birthday Bobby", trying
hard not to cry myself. After we had stood and hugged awhile,
Bobby indicated he was ready to go. We walked out, closing the
door behind us.
As we were walking back to the motor home, I asked Bobby if he
was ready to try his bike. He looked up at me with sad eyes and
said maybe later. We went into the motor home, and Bobby turned
on the computer. He started the pinball game and started
playing, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it. He badly
played a few games, then watched TV until 10:30. I just sat
and watched Bobby, my heart breaking for my little boy. I
didn't know what to do to help him. He was listless about
everything. I asked him if he was ready for an early lunch at
McDonald's. He said he wasn't hungry, but he would go with me.
I wasn't really hungry myself, but I thought just getting him
away from the mobile home park might cheer him up.
I ordered us both a burger and fries, and got Bobby a milk
shake and me coffee. We got a table near the playground, and
started eating. We didn't have much to say, and I couldn't
think of anything to talk about that would hold his attention.
I noticed a man in his mid-forties sat down near us. When I
looked up later, he was watching Bobby, and I didn't much like
the way he was looking at him. Bobby finished about half his
burger and said he had to go to the rest room. I told him I
would sat and finish my coffee, and if he was finished eating we
would leave when he got back. Bobby hadn't been gone but a
minute, when I looked over to where the man had been setting.
He was gone, but his food had hardly been touched.
I decided I better go check on Bobby. When I got to the rest
room it looked empty, I called out Bobby's name. In just a
second, the door to the handicapped stall opened, and Bobby came
out pulling up his pants. His head was down and tears were
running down his face, as he mumbled, "I'm sorry Matt, but I
need it." The man came out of the stall buckling his pants and
saying, "Nothing happened! I didn't touch him!".
Tears were running down my face, and Bobby started crying
harder too, as he sobbed, "We didn't do anything, honest".
The man scooted past us and out the door. I let him go.
I held out my arms to Bobby, and he ran to me. He grabbed me
around the waist, and we sank to the floor. We were sitting
on the floor of the rest room crying and hugging.
I told Bobby that I had promised to take care of his needs,
and that I would take care of that need too, but he would have
to promise me not to have sex with anyone else. He smiled at
me and said he promised. I didn't tell him I could no longer
think of him as my son. The only way I could live with myself
would be to think of him as my lover.
I'm not one of those that tries to find something in the
bible to make myself think God approves of the Gay lifestyle.
There are too many places that says he doesn't. Nor do I
believe there are small sins and big sins. A sin is a sin.
I just prayed that God could forgive me, and keep me from ever
doing anything to harm Bobby. We got up, dried our tears,
washed our faces and went home.