Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2002 19:23:46 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Daughter's Ex Boyfriend Part 1

Disclaimer: Usual stuff. This is fiction. Didn't happen to my knowledge.
Some of the parts I hope never does.

This story is dedicated to several people:

My friend Bob in Illinois who's constant love and support over the last few
years has seen me through some very rough times. Thank you, Bob, for always
being there.

My friend Geoff in England who's love and concern saw me through some of he
very rough patches I went through writing this.

My friend Joshua, wherever you are. I promise, Joshua, that I will never
forget.

And last, but NEVER least - to all Gay and Bi-Sexual members of the United
States Marine Corps who continue to serve with bravery and distinction
despite the persecution that they risk.  To me, they are the true Heros.

MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND
Part 1

By RimPig (c) 2002

It was a little after nine on a Saturday night. I was hot and sweaty as I'd
been working out down in the basement in my gym for the last hour, ever
since my daughter, Melissa, left on her date.  She'd be home by
midnight. She'd only started dating six months ago when she turned 16, and
I still wasn't all that comfortable with it. I heard the doorbell ring
upstairs and thought to myself 'Now who the fuck is that at this time of
night?' as I headed up the stairs.

I should explain a few things before I go on with this. My daughter and I
live alone. I got her mother pregnant when I was 17. I did the 'honorable
thing' and married her. Worst fucking mistake of my life! She put me
through hell for the next six years. Wasn't much of a mother,
either. Preferred to spend her time with her girlfriends - or at least
that's what I thought. Found out that the girlfriends were simply a cover
for running around with any guy with a dick she could find. She finally
took off and left me with our daughter to raise. Can't say that I missed
her much.  She wasn't that good in bed and since she was giving it away to
any guy in town, she didn't have much left for me, anyway. After she left,
what with a young daughter to raise, a new business I was starting, and my
trust in females at a very low ebb, I never bothered to start dating. For
the last 10 years, it had just been me and my trusty right hand.

I really love my daughter, though. Those huge blue eyes and that freckled
nose, which I know she hates, but can melt me in a heartbeat, along with
the way she calls me 'Daddy' - when there's no one else around, of
course. But that little girl who used to come running and jump up into my
lap to hold and cuddle is gone now. Replaced by a sixteen year old female
who's way too eager to grow up, to my mind.

I didn't want her to start dating. Fuck! I was a guy. I knew what horndogs
teenage boys are! I was one myself at that age! I didn't want some guy to
do to her what I did to her mother. It took every ounce of courage I had to
finally have 'The Talk' with her before I let her start dating. I told her
the truth about what really happened between her mom and me, how we hadn't
taken precautions and she was the result. I let her know that I had never
been unhappy that she'd been born - that she was pretty much my whole
life. But that I didn't want the same thing to happen to her.

I really freaked when the first guy she dated showed up at the house. The
guy's name was Troy and he was huge! About six foot tall and built! Huge
muscular shoulders and arms, a broad well- muscled chest, narrow waist and
thick thighs. I figured him for football or maybe wrestling and I was right
on both counts. He also had a bulge in his tight jeans that made me very
uncomfortable!  I sincerely hoped he didn't try anything with my daughter
because I would want to beat his fucking ass and I wasn't sure if I could
take him or not! I mean I had two inches of height on him and maybe a few
pounds of muscular weight, but he was young - only 17. He probably had a
lot more stamina than I did if it came to that.

And if that wasn't enough, he was one fucking gorgeous kid! Blond hair and
really beautiful deep blue eyes! I knew immediately that this guy was used
to getting any girl he wanted. This did not inspire any confidence in me. I
remember looking him over and giving him the 'Killer Dad' look - the one
that says 'Touch my daughter and I will hunt you down like a dog and cut
your fucking balls off!'. Or at least that's what I hoped it said. But he
just smiled this really shy smile at me and reached out to shake my
hand. God! He even had dimples when he smiled! I figured Melissa would be
completely head over heels over this one in a heartbeat.

Actually turns out that Troy was a really nice guy - polite, attentive to
Melissa - everything you think a girl would want. But after about a month,
she dropped him in favor of her current boyfriend - a guy named Brian. Now,
Brian is an ok kid, don't get me wrong. He's good looking enough and comes
from a nice family. But I could never figure out what happened between Troy
and Melissa. I asked her if he had done anything wrong and it was her
answer which puzzled me the most.

"No, Daddy, I almost wish he had!" she announced as she flounced off to her
room.  I just stood there scratching my head. I have never understood
women's logic and I guess I never will.

So anyway, I pulled open the front door and there stood, of all people,
Troy! I couldn't imagine what he was doing standing outside my door at that
hour?

"Uhh...Hi, Mr. Collins, is Melissa home?" he asked, his voice while deep
had a tremble in it.

"No, Troy she's not. She's out on a date. It is Saturday night. Why aren't
you out yourself?" I asked, surprised that a hunk like Troy obviously
didn't have a date for a Saturday night.

"Didn't much feel like it. Thought I'd see if Melissa was around and maybe
she and I could just talk...you know." he said. "Looks like you been
working out."

I was standing there in nothing but some small, tight gym shorts which had
definitely seen better days with a jock strap under them which wasn't in
much better shape. I was sweating and I was sure I was a long way from
'shower fresh' but Troy was a jock. I figured it wouldn't bother him.

"Yeah, been pumping iron. Nothing else to do on a Saturday night. Feel like
joining me?" I asked him.

I don't know why I did either. Just seemed like the kid had this kind of
lonely and lost look in his eyes. As soon as I asked him, those blue eyes
of his really brightened up though.

"Sure would!" he exclaimed, and then calmed way down. "That is, if you
don't mind."

This last was uttered very quietly. I don't know why, but I got the feeling
that the kid felt like he was somehow imposing on me. Fuck! I was glad to
have his company. I always worked out alone and often wished I had another
guy to work out with me. Sure would make things less lonely. But none of
the guys I knew that worked for me worked out and none of my neighbors, who
were mostly a lot older than me, did either.

"I've got a gym set up in the basement." I said, starting to lead him
downstairs.

"Uhh...there's only one problem, Mr. Collins. I don't have anything with me
to work out in." he said, his voice crestfallen.

"Hey! That's no problem. I can lend you a jock and some workout
shorts. That's all I wear." I said.

"Cool!" he said, his eyes getting bright again and giving me that killer
smile of his.

I couldn't understand it, but I suddenly felt a tightening in my groin just
looking into those deep blue eyes of his. And he was looking back. It
seemed like there was some kind of connection between us. After a few
moments, I realized that we were standing there staring at each other and I
got uncomfortable. I moved on to my room with Troy in tow and started
rummaging through my dresser. I found an old jock that was clean and a pair
of workout shorts. Since the waist was elasticized, I figured it would work
even though Troy's waist was somewhat narrower than mine.  I had a 30 inch
waist, same as I'd had in high school when I was on the wrestling team and
I figured him for about 28 inches.

"Here, I think these will do." I said, handing him the shorts and jock.

"Thanks, Mr. Collins." he said.

"Look, Troy, if we're going to be working out together, you think you might
be able to call me Mike?"

"Uhh...sure...ahh...Mike." he said, again giving me that smile and again
causing my cock to jump in my jock.

I couldn't understand what was happening to me as I led Troy downstairs. I
was getting some feelings that I hadn't felt in a very long while. Now,
it's not like I'd never had any experience with other guys. When I was
young, before I married Melissa's mother, I did my share of experimenting
with friends. There were circle jerks with some of the wresting team and
shit like that. My best friend Randy and me used to get together and
relieve each other's tensions. We'd started out jacking off together when
we were about 12 and steadily progressed over the years through jacking
each other off to finally learning to suck each other's cocks. We even
eventually learned how to fuck each other's asses. But Randy left for
college soon after I got married and I never saw him again.

Troy reminded me of Randy, somehow even though he didn't look a thing like
him. Randy had dark golden blond hair like me but where my eyes are green,
Randy's were a deep, dark brown.  Randy's skin was smooth where, even in
high school, I already had some hair on my chest and a treasure trail down
my abs to my crotch. Randy used to tell me that I had the softest hair. I
knew he liked to rub his hands through it and to play with my nipples. It
was Randy who first introduced me to the feeling of having my nipples
played with. I couldn't figure out why guys had nipples until Randy showed
me. He was a great pal! I didn't even hold it against him that he was the
one who eventually introduced me to Melissa's mother.

I couldn't figure out what the fuck was going on with me tonight. All these
thoughts of Randy when I hadn't thought about him in a long while. I
guessed I just really needed to jack off a load tonight before I went to
sleep!

Anyway, we got downstairs and I heard Troy let out a wolf whistle as he
looked at my equipment.  I had the best that money could buy. Since I
didn't really have anything to spend money on besides Melissa, I'd put a
lot of money and thought into this gym.

"Fuck!" Troy exclaimed and then looked at me with horror on his face. "I'm
sorry, Mr. Collins. It just slipped out!"

"No big deal, Troy! It's not like I've never heard the word
before. Besides, I fuckin' use it, too!"  I said grinning. " And it's Mike,
remember?"

"Thanks...umm..Mike. You've got a bitchin' set up here! I've never seen so
much equipment before! I don't think the gym at school has this much." he
said.

"Well, why don't you change and we'll hit it?" I asked.

I was going to direct him over to my pride and joy - the bathroom I'd had
built in the basement - to change. I had a huge shower with multiple level
nozzles that sprayed from both sides of the stall and a built in Jacuzzi
big enough for three or four people. The toilet was in a separate room and
even had it's own phone. But before I could send Troy through the door to
change, He just slipped out of his clothes and was standing there naked in
front of me getting ready to put on the jock and shorts I'd given him.

Fuck! I knew he was a good looking kid and probably had a great body but my
previous thoughts did not do him justice at all! His body wasn't just great
- it was perfection! Smooth skin, a beautifully muscular chest, intense
shoulder and arm development, hard six-pack abs, and thigh's any guy would
give his eye-teeth for! And that cock! Jesus! I was hung pretty good, but I
had never seen a cock like that! First of all, it was uncut with a foreskin
that hung down beyond the head for at least a couple of inches. Soft, the
thing hung down a good six or seven thick inches. I couldn't imagine how
big it got when it was hard. I hung over a pair of good sized nuts in a
sack that barely had any hair at all. His pubes were just a soft puff of
blond above his cock and there was no hair apparent anywhere on him except
some small puffs under his arms. As he turned sideways to slip into my
jock, it was all I could do not to groan when his ass came into view. It
was beyond beautiful. It was the hottest male bubble-butt I'd ever seen in
my life.

As I stood there staring at him, I noticed he was not in any hurry to cover
up. And I thought I detected some growth and thickening in his cock. I sure
did notice it in mine! I was fucking getting hard, looking at the body of
my daughter's ex boyfriend! I couldn't help myself. This kid was the most
utterly perfect example of a young, virile male that I'd ever seen. It was
like my cock wanted to salute the perfection that he was! I finally
realized that I was staring at his cock and ass and sheepishly looked up
into his eyes. He was looking right at me! Busted!!!

He just stood there, looking at me, occasionally letting his eyes drift
down my torso and back up again. His eyes looked hungry! Very hungry! I
thought I knew that look but there was something else about it that was
different. He didn't just look hungry for my body, but for something else.
There was something else that I had that he evidently wanted but I had no
idea what it was. But whatever it was, I wanted like hell to give it to
him.

I didn't know what to do at that point, but my body did. My cock got hard
and I slowly walked toward Troy. When we were about six inches apart and
his cock was definitely on the rise, I heard a small moan escape his
throat. It was the most heart-wrenching sound I'd ever heard come out of
anybody in my life. There was something inside this boy what was hurting -
bad! And I wanted to do something about it. Without even thinking, I
reached out my arms to him and he threw himself into them. I wrapped his
young, muscular body in my arms and he laid his head on my shoulder and his
body was wracked with quiet sobs.

I just stood there holding him, the scent of him filling my nose. The scent
of young, virile male.  Earthy, but not unpleasant. Definitely a scent I
reacted to as I felt my cock get harder. We must have stood there for 10
minutes, Troy trying to get himself emotionally under control and me trying
very hard to keep my cock under control. And my own emotions as well. I was
almost afraid to ask Troy what was wrong. Given his reaction, whatever it
was had to be pretty horrible for a boy this age to breakdown in another
male's arms.

I reached up and stroked his golden blond hair. It was soft under my
hand. I had never caressed a male like this in my life. I'd wanted to with
Randy, but neither of us could ever seem to be tender with one
another. Perhaps it was our way of denying that we had any emotional
feeling for each other. But with Troy, I somehow felt no such
difficulty. It was like I somehow knew that this was exactly what he needed
from me.

"Whatever it is, Troy, it's going to be alright." I said softly to him and
he clutched at me tighter, his arms wrapped round my waist while mine
embraced his shoulders.

I don't know why I did it, but I reached down and lifted his chin until he
was looking at me. His eyes were red and tear-stained but still so
beautiful and vulnerable with a longing in them that I thought I finally
understood. I leaned down and softly kissed him on the lips. I pulled back
to see his reaction and found his eyes closed. I swooped down again, this
time kissing him less gently. I pressed my mouth to his and pushed my
tongue against his upper lip, asking for entry. With a moan, he opened to
me and I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting him for the first
time. He sucked at my tongue with a fierce hunger as our tongues dueled
together in his mouth.

This kiss lasted a long time. When we finally came up for air, Troy looked
at me, his eyes searching my face. I think he was expecting some type of
rejection or revulsion on my part. I looked back at him with all the care
and concern I felt for him until he finally gave me a very shy smile.

I pulled him over the one of the padded weight benches and sat us both
down. My arm was still around his shoulders and he was leaning on me, our
heads close together.

"So, why don't you tell me what's wrong?" I asked quietly.

"I don't really know where to start." he said, shakily. I could feel his
body tremble against me and I was concerned that he would start crying
again.

"You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to, Troy. I just
think it might be better if you got some of whatever it is that's bothering
you out in the open. Then maybe you and I together can deal with it." I
said, my voice low and comforting.

He looked up at me and I could see tears glistening in his eyes but I also
saw a determination to say what he needed to say.

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect something like this to happen." he started out,
his face turned from me to the floor.

"I didn't either, Troy, but there's no need to apologize. It's not like I
hated it or anything." I said.

He looked up at me questioningly and I smiled at him. He smiled
back. 'Maybe we'll get through this ok after all.' I thought to myself.

"I've wanted to be with you like this from the moment I met you." he
admitted to me.

"Me? But why?" I was shocked at this revelation and my voice showed it.

"You've got to be one of the hottest looking men I've ever seen in my
life!" he exclaimed, looking me right in the eye.

He was in dead earnest with this statement and my breath was all but taken
away by it.

"Me?! You must need glasses, bud!" I laughed. "I'm nothing special!"

"Oh, God! Yes! You are!" he insisted. "You have no idea, do you? Not even a
clue!"

"Of what?" I asked.

"Of what a fucking hunk you are! Your face, those incredible green eyes and
that body of yours!  Fuck! I wanted so bad to see you without clothes! I
just knew that you were hot! I had no idea just how hot you really are!" he
enthused.

"No, the only one in this room who is really 'hot' is you!" I told
Troy. "You're body is utter perfection. I have never seen a male body so
beautiful! And your face, especially when you give me that killer smile of
yours, is very easy to look at."

To my delight he did give me that smile. I reached up and stroked the side
of his beautiful face with the backs of my fingers. His skin was soft. Even
at 17 he still had very little beard growth.  He grabbed my hand and held
it to his face as he nuzzled against it. Then he opened my fingers and
kissed the palm of my hand before laying his cheek against it again. I
realized that this was a whole lot more than just physical attraction on
his part. This kid obviously had some deep feelings for me and I had to
admit, given the chance I probably could have some very deep feelings for
him as well. But I still wanted to know where all this was coming from. I
took my hand and turned him to face me.

"But why, Troy? I'll take your word that I'm physically attractive to you,
but - unless I miss my guess - that's not all that's going on here with
you, is it?" I asked gently.

"No. It's not. Part of it is that you remind me of my Dad, the way he used
to be." he said. "He was tall like you and blond. But he had blue eyes. You
move like him and you talk some like him."

"Where is he, Troy?" I asked.

"I don't know. When I was little, he was the greatest Dad that any guy
could ever have. He always had time for me. He played ball and wrestled
with me and he was never afraid to show me how much he loved me. He would
hold me in his arms for hours. Just me and him, sitting on the front porch
with me in his arms. When I was about 7 or 8, he had to go away. See he was
in the Marines and they sent him over seas someplace. We never knew
where. He wasn't allowed to tell us. Some kind of secret military
operation. He was gone for almost a year. When he got back, everything
changed." he said, his eyes growing darker.

"What happened." I asked quietly.

"Something. Something happened to him over there. He changed. It must have
been something horrible because he came home mean! He drank all the time
and he started hitting my mom. He even took to beating me. Sometimes with
his belt but a lot of times with his fists. I really tried to be good, but
I just never could seem to please him. Finally, after 2 years, my Mom took
me and we lived in a shelter for battered women for a while. Then we moved
here. I never saw my Dad again. There's a court order from my parents
divorce that I'm not ever allowed to be alone with him, even if I could
find him." he said and leaned his head against my shoulder.

"So how long have you been attracted to guys?" I asked gently.

"As long as I can remember. I like girls ok as friends. But they don't turn
me on at all. I only date because I don't want anyone to know how I really
feel." he said.

"I kind of guessed that." I said. "But why me? I'm a lot older than you
are. Fuck! I am technically old enough to be your father."

"I know. I've always been more attracted to men than to other boys. I guess
people could claim that I'm looking for my father, and maybe that's
true. But it goes a lot farther than that!" he stated, his voice and manner
convincing me of that!

"Have there been a lot of other men?" I asked.

"No. There hasn't been any. Oh, there were guys I was somewhat attracted
to, but nothing ever happened. Then I met you. I just couldn't get you out
of my mind. I wanted you so bad. When Melissa broke up with me, I was
completely devastated because I wouldn't ever get to see you again." he
admitted.

"Yeah, I wondered why you two broke up but from what you've just told me
and what she told me at the time, I can figure why. I don't think your
cover of dating girls is doing very well." I told him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, seemingly shocked at my comment.

"Well...when you two broke up, I was afraid it was because you'd done
something to her. I'm very protective of her." I said.

"Yeah! I figured that out real quick! That first night you just about
scared the piss out of me with the way you looked at me! If you hadn't been
so fucking beautiful and I hadn't known I wasn't going to do anything to
Melissa, I would have been really scared!" he laughed.

The first time I'd ever heard him laugh. It was a beautiful, musical sound.

"When I asked Melissa about it, she said that you hadn't done anything and
then she commented that she 'almost wished you did'." I said.

"Ohh...yeah, well...I guess I did disappoint her. I really didn't mean to!
I was only going to go out with her once or twice. That's all I ever
do. But I couldn't stop hoping to see you again! I'm sorry." he said.

"If you need to apologize, it would be to Melissa - not to me! I just
didn't get that you were interested in me at all. How'd you get up the
courage to come here tonight?" I asked.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you - dreaming about you! I wanted to see
you again so badly. So I just dreamed up the pretext of wanting to see
Melissa. I knew she and Brian would be out on a date." he admitted.

"So what did you expect to happen?" I asked.

"I didn't know. I never thought that far. Just getting to see you, to talk
to you, even for a minute, was enough." he said.

"Well, we've done a lot more than just talk and it's been a lot longer than
a minute. Any ideas now what you want?" I asked.

I wasn't about to 'put the make' on this kid, even though just about every
nerve in my body was screaming for a chance to make love to him. I wanted
this to be his call. I could tell how his father had hurt him and I didn't
want him to feel that I was anything like that. I didn't want him to feel
'overpowered'. At least not until that was what he decided he wanted for
himself.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with desire. This was more than just a
horny young male. This was a young male with very strong emotional needs as
well and he was risking everything to get them met. I really had to admire
the courage he showed in that.

"I don't know how you feel about all this, really. You haven't said. I
mean, I would love to just have sex with you if that's all you want." he
said, quietly.

"Is that all you want?" I asked, knowing that it wasn't.

"No...I really want you to make love to me." his voice so low I could
barely hear him.

I pulled him back into my arms and kissed him deeply, tasting all over the
inside of his sweet mouth. Then I pulled back and looked deep into his
beautiful blue eyes.

"I really want that, too, Troy. More than anything I think I've ever wanted
in my life." and I was shocked to realize that it was true.

I certainly had never thought of myself as gay. Despite all the sexual and
emotional feelings I had for Randy, I just never thought of myself that
way. I functioned ok with women. At least I'd done so before Melissa's
mother. But the thought of another one after her seemed like just too much
hassle for too little return. Until I saw the look of love and desire in
Troy's eyes and felt the impact of his feelings for me (somewhat like being
hit by a Mack truck!) I never realized that I much preferred the way a male
loves. Not that I'd ever really known open love from a male before. I knew
inside me somewhere that Randy loved me and I loved him. It was just that
neither one of us could ever bring ourselves to admit that to one another.

But here was this boy, this incredibly beautiful, vulnerable young male,
begging me to love him and openly offering more love than I could
imagine. It had been so long, so very long, since I had felt that kind of
love from anyone. He didn't realize it yet, but I knew I needed Troy as
much as he needed me. Maybe more.

"Just let me grab a shower and then we can go upstairs to my bedroom." I
murmured in his ear.

"No! Please don't!" he said, stiffening in my arms.

"Don't what?" I asked, completely confused. I thought this was what he
wanted!

"Please don't take a shower. I love the scent of your body. I love the
sweat and how you smell like a man! Please..." he begged.

I smiled at him.

"If that's what you want, that's just fine with me. I have to admit, I've
been smelling your scent and it gave me an instant erection." I laughed.

"I did?!" he looked at me, amazement on his face.

"Look, Troy, if this thing is going to go anywhere between us - and I
really hope it does - we're just going to have to agree that we think each
other is "hot", no matter what we might think about ourselves. Now, I'm
willing to feel handsome because you tell me I am to you. How about you?
Will you agree to feel beautiful because I can't imagine a more beautiful
male than you?" I said, smiling at him.

He grinned that fucking killer smile of his again.

"Ok, I'm beautiful because you say I am. And do you mean that - about
hoping it does?" he asked.

I could tell that it took him a lot of courage to ask that. He was very
vulnerable and we both knew it. What he didn't realize yet is that I would
literally die rather than hurt him.

"I meant every word of it. I will never lie to you, Troy. I won't ever tell
you something just because you want to hear it if it isn't the truth. And I
will try never, ever to hurt you. I promise you that." I said.

"And just like my Dad, you're word is your bond." he said.

"Yes, Troy, it is. How did you know that?" I asked.

"It's what Dad always said, 'my word is my bond'." he told me.

"Sounds like your Dad was a good man at one time. I'm sorry for what
happened to him. He must have been in a fuck of a lot of pain to have done
to you what he did. I don't condone it, mind you.  But I don't believe any
man would do those kind of things unless either he was born evil or had
been through some kind of hell that wouldn't let his mind go and caused him
more pain than a man can stand. And it doesn't sound like your Dad was born
evil." I told him.

"No, I don't think he was, either." Troy said. "You must be right about all
the pain he was in. I guess that's why he drank, trying to run away from
all of it."

"That's what I figure, son." I said.

Troy looked at me, surprise and anticipation in his eyes. I didn't realize
what I'd just said until he spoke.

"Please say that again!" he begged.

"What?" I asked totally confused.

"You called me 'son'." he said.

"I did?! God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I said.

"No! Please! I loved hearing that!" he begged.

"You want me to call you 'son'?" I asked.

"Yes! Uhh....if you want to...I mean..." he hesitated.

"Look, Troy, I love Melissa, don't get me wrong. But I had always dreamed
of having a son. It just didn't work out that way and I wouldn't trade
Melissa for anyone. But you've got a Dad somewhere. I'd feel like I was
stealing you away from him if I called you 'son', even though I would be
incredibly proud to have a son like you!" I said.

"But my Dad doesn't want me." he said.

"You don't know that for sure, Troy." I said. "Underneath all the pain and
the booze he may truly still love you. In fact, I can't believe otherwise!
I can't imagine someone not loving a son like you!"

"But he's not even allowed to see me, even if he could find me - which he
can't." Troy said.

"But that may change someday." I said.

"But until it does, can't you please call me that?" he begged.

"It seems I just can't say no to you tonight!" I laughed. "Ok, here's the
deal. I will call you 'son', but only when were alone. Ok?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed and pumped his fist in the air.

I grinned and ruffled his hair as I stood up from the bench. He sat there
looking up at me, love and desire written over every inch of his face and
his eyes shining with so much emotion he all but stopped my heart. I
reached out and took his hand to lead him upstairs.

"Come on, son. Let's go to bed." I said quietly.

The end of Part 1 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND

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