Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2002 15:03:19 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 13

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 13

By RimPig (c) 2002

"Are you sure Randy and Jamie are coming tonight?" Troy's voice yelled from
the bedroom.

I was standing in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on rumaki that
I was making for the party that night.

"Yes! I talked to Randy earlier. He's not on-call so they will be here!" I
yelled back.

This was a rather important party. It was Troy's 'coming of age'. He had
turned 18 today and he was understandably worried and excited over the big
event. We had been to the attorney's office earlier in the day where I had
given him the first of his birthday presents. As I had promised him, now
that he could legally own property, I had his name placed on the deed to
the house. This guaranteed that, should something happen to me, he would
always have a place to live.

My attorneys were also understandably concerned about me turning over half
of my property to someone Troy's age, but since I pay them good money and
'on time', they had the good sense to not try to buck me on this. I think
that the decision to let me go ahead and do what I wanted with my own
property probably was settled for them when one of their younger and more
brash (read obnoxious) attorneys asked me what my relationship to Troy was.

"He's my husband." I said, looking him straight in the eye, daring him to
say anything else.

He didn't.

What Troy didn't know was that there was yet another present which resided
in the coat closet by the front door. A long, fat cardboard tube with a
sheaf of large papers inside which I would show him later. As I walked into
the living room to begin setting up the sideboard as a bar, I remembered
that this was also a special night for yet another reason. Hanging above
the mantled fireplace was a large, paper covered painting. A new one that
Troy had done which had, as yet, been seen by no one. It would be unveiled
tonight as well.

Classes at the university were going well for Troy and I was heartened to
see not only how happy he was, but how he had blossomed into a very
confident and outgoing young man. I knew that our marriage had something to
do with that but I also knew that the praise and attention that his artwork
engendered at the university was part of it, too.

Troy had entered a jury show a few months ago and the painting of his
father and the other Marines which hung above our bed now had a blue ribbon
attached to it as the best work of art in the show. My prediction of his
career as an artist was just beginning to come true and I couldn't have
been happier if I tried.

More importantly, as we spent more time together, my love for Troy was
deepening almost daily.  There never seemed to be a lack of something for
us to talk about. Then again, we could just sit together in companionable
silence while Troy worked on some piece of artwork and I would read.  I
guess, to most people, our lives would be considered boring, but never to
us. However, people outside didn't get to see the fireworks that happened
every time we made love to each other which was still at least twice a day!

Finished setting up the bar, I went to go back to the kitchen when I looked
through the door of the bedroom. Troy was standing there in nothing but an
old, worn jockstrap evidently trying to decide what to wear that night. I
couldn't help myself. I walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind
me. Troy looked up as I entered and he saw the look on my face. Just that
glimpse of him had gotten me harder than a rock and I wanted him! And I
wanted him now!

I walked over to him, leaned down and took one of his impossibly small
nipples in my mouth and began sucking on it until it was as rigid as my
cock was, straining against the jock I was wearing under my tight gym
shorts. Troy moaned and grabbed my head, holding my face at his chest and
pressing me harder against it. I began lightly nipping it with my teeth and
he moaned even louder.  He hadn't taken a shower yet, we were going to do
that together, so his scent was strong and ripe from our earlier workout.

I moved to the other nipple and teased it the same way until it was just
had hard as its counterpart. I would have loved to have made this a long
session but I knew we only had a limited amount of time until our guests
would arrive. For this reason, I let go of Troy's nipple and immediately
knelt below him and pressed my face into his fragrant jock. I inhaled
deeply of all the raunchy scents there - sweat, dried piss and even dried
cum. My head was reeling from the smell as my tongue shot out and I began
to lick and chew at the pouch.

As much fun as I was having chewing on Troy's jock pouch, it wasn't getting
me what I really wanted so I quickly stripped it down until it fell around
Troy's ankles and he kicked it off. There, before my eyes, was the object
of my desire! Troy's beautiful uncut masculinity, dripping with pre-cum
from the hood covering his cockhead like a leaky faucet. Even hard, the
hood covered his cockhead and a small nipple of skin gathered as a tip. I
pushed my tongue into the hood and tasted the sweetness of Troy's
cock-honey which cause even more of it to flow. Putting my hand on the
shaft of his cock, I slowly pulled down on the loose skin and watched as
his wet, purplish cockhead was revealed, glistening with more of his
flow. As the foreskin drew past the ridged flange of his cockhead, a scent
began to permeate the room. It was a raw, intensely masculine scent and one
of my personal favorites. In fact, it was second only to my love of the
scent of Troy's ass. Cock-cheese. More precisely, Troy's cock-cheese!

I saw the traces of white on the delicate skin of his cock and pressed my
nose forward to breathe deeply of the scent before my tongue came out of my
mouth and quickly licked up this wonderful treat. I again bemoaned my own
circumcised state. The mutilation that had occurred a few days after my
birth because of some idiotic concept of 'hygiene' which had infected the
medical profession in the mid-20th century and had robbed me of the natural
sheath which should have protected my cock-head always angered me when I
thought about it. Luckily, I was far too busy licking up Troy's cock-cheese
and burying his rigid pole down my eager, cocksucking throat to think much
about anything else! Troy began fucking my throat with his cock. He knew
that this was my favorite view! All my eyes could see was his crotch,
fucking into my face as his cock bore into my throat. The erotic movement
of his hips and groin as he pleasured himself in my mouth and throat was
the most beautiful and stimulating sight that I knew! And the added
pleasure of the ripe scent of his sweaty groin was more than enough to send
me over the edge without even touching myself!

My hands clutched at Troy's butt while my fingers played in the trench,
gently rubbing over the slick, wrinkly skin of his hole and also pulling
his groin harder and faster into my face. Troy knew that I was not even the
least bit interested in reciprocation. All I wanted was him to fuck my face
as I knelt before him. He put his hand on the back of my head and urged me
to suck him deeper and deeper into my mouth. He also urged me verbally to
service him.

"Yeah! That's it! Suck my cock! Suck it good! Fuck, yeah! Swallow that
fuckin' cock! I'm gonna shoot my load down your fuckin's throat,
cocksucker!" he moaned as he continued to fuck his cock in and out of my
mouth.

This type of verbal abuse, when I was in this mood to just suck his cock
and get him off, was very stimulating to me. Troy and I had discussed this
once because he felt funny about it the first time it happened by
accident. What he hadn't realized was that I had literally shot my load
over what he was saying! From then on, it was the more verbal the
better. For both of us.

I pushed down my gym shorts and pulled my cock out of my jock and began
flailing away on it while Troy continued to fuck my face. I could see
Troy's balls pulled up tight to the bottom of his cock and knew that he was
going to spew hot cum down my throat any minute now. While originally I
hadn't intended to get off myself, the combination of his smells and his
slutty mouth left me no choice.

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Swallow my fuckin' cock! Suck down my scum! You want all
my boy-juice, Daddy! Your boy's gonna feed you his cum!" Troy cried out as
he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me deep into his groin so
that my nose was buried in his sweaty, raunchy pubes and I was inhaling his
ripe odors which seemed to go straight from my nose to my cock!

The "Daddy/son" thing really tripped my trigger and as Troy's cock enlarged
in my throat and began firing load after load of his salty/sweet cock-sauce
down my sucking throat, I began to unload all over the floor and his
legs. He kept his hands on my head, holding me into his groin as he
continued to fuck his cock in and out of my mouth while he shot his load.

Finally his hips came to a halt and he stood there, catching his breath
while I continued to lick all around his cock, trying to get every bit of
his load. I could feel his cock starting to soften and then I felt it
twitch. I looked up at him and he grinned a very horny grin at me and I was
sure I knew what he wanted next. I was up for it so I stopped moving my
mouth around and just held it still on his cock. Just the head was really
inside my mouth so I was in perfect position when his hot, golden piss
began to flow into my mouth. I began swallowing at a leisurely pace,
knowing that over the months we had been together, Troy and I had both
learned how to feed out piss to each other at a slow rate to allow for more
comfortable swallowing and greater savoring of flavor.

I knelt there, drinking down his piss as he stroked my hair and looked
lovingly into my eyes. He moaned at the sensual feeling of pissing into my
mouth. It was a different feeling than pissing normally was. One thing that
made it different was that, while you could feel the flow through your
cock, you couldn't feel it coming out the piss-slit in your cock head. That
little tingle was completely gone - disguised, I supposed, by the feeling
of a warm, wet mouth surrounding your cock while you pissed.

Finally, his flow stopped and I pulled off his cock, taking one last lick
of the tip before allowing it to leave my mouth. Then I stood up and took
Troy in my arms and kissed him deeply. I had saved some of his piss in my
mouth to share with him and we passed it back and forth between us until it
was all gone. Troy then pushed me back and got down on his knees and took
my cock in his mouth and began to clean the left over cum from it. His
tongue ticked the underside of my cockhead and I felt the urge come over me
so I stroked his head to let him know that I would feed him my piss. He
held my cock in his mouth as I slowly let go of my flow which he swallowed
while moaning around my cock. The feeling of my piss flowing into his warm,
wet mouth as well as the vibrations of his moaning around my cock as he
swallowed down my golden stream soon had my cock beginning to harden again.

As soon as my flow was done, I pulled my cock from Troy's mouth because I
didn't want to try for a second orgasm right then. I wanted to have more
stamina built up for what I knew was going to be a very loving night, as
this morning had been when I woke Troy with a blow-job, ass- rimming and a
long, leisurely fuck at 6:00 a.m. Troy, too, had saved some of my piss for
me to drink and kissed me deeply allowing it to flow into my mouth. We
finally broke the kiss and I went back to the kitchen to check on things
while Troy headed downstairs to get the Jacuzzi going for us.

I joined him downstairs and we got into the whirlpool, lazing in each
other's arms in the warm, bubbling water. I leaned over and gently kissed
his ear and began licking and nibbling on it. He sighed and stroked his
fingers on the inside of my naked thigh, almost to my scrotum. The warmth
and the massage of the water made us both lazy and sort of drowsy. It was
one of the joys of my life to sit there in the swirling waters with Troy by
my side. Actually, the joy of my life was being with Troy at anytime.

"So now that I'm legal, you going to go out and find somebody younger?"
Troy teased.

"Oh, yeah! I thought I'd try a 14 year old this time. Isn't that about the
age of the paperboy?" I jibed him back.

"The paper 'boy' is at least in his mid-40's, fat and balding!" Troy
announced.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Because every time he sees me outside while he's delivering the paper, he
stares like he's mentally undressing me!" Troy answered, disgust in his
voice.

"I mentally undress you any time you have clothes on!" I insisted.

"You can. I belong to you, remember?" he smiled.

"God! You make it sound like slavery!" I complained.

"Not slavery, voluntary possession. I have freely given myself to you. Just
as you've freely given yourself to me. What makes you think I don't
mentally undress you all the time!" Troy said.

"I can't wait for Melissa to go to college and move out so I don't have to
mentally undress you anymore. We can walk around completely naked all the
time!" I mused.

"That's a load of crap!" Troy sniggered. "You're going to miss her terribly
when she goes off to school!"

"Yeah. You're probably right. But I will drown my sorrows in the
intoxicating beauty of my lover's body walking around the house,
butt-naked, all the time!" I insisted.

"I will admit, it does sound like fun!" Troy said. "We at least get to do
it down here."

"You know, the funny thing is, before I met you, I never did go around
naked down here - unless I was in the shower, of course. What was the use?
There was nobody here to enjoy it with. This was really kind of like my
'monk's cell' where I came to be alone when I was depressed and miserable
over being lonely. You have no idea how happy I was when you came that
night and wanted to work out with me! I had nobody to do that with. Little
did I know what evil designs you had to 'work out' that night!" I laughed.

"Oh, like you didn't oogle my gorgeous, young body from the moment I walked
in the door!" he laughed.

"Kiddo, I was oogling your young body the first night you came to pick up
Melissa!" I said.

"You were! I didn't realize that! I never caught you at it!" he said.

"I keep telling you, you have to be my age to be as devious as I am!" I
laughed again and hugged him close.

"I wish I had known. It would have made things a lot less scary that
night. You have no idea how afraid I was to knock at the door, knowing it
was only you at home. Then I was so afraid you wouldn't want me and I'd end
up making a fool of myself - or maybe getting my ass kicked for coming on
to you!" Troy said.

"Well, I wish I had known how much you wanted me months before when you
were dating Melissa. That way, we could have gotten to the 'good part' a
lot sooner!" I said, again leaning over to lick and nibble his ear.

"Mmm! Unless you want to start something again, you'd better stop that!
It's having it's normal effect on me!" he warned.

"What, that you've got a hardon? Shit! You get those in a stiff breeze!" I
laughed.

He reached over and grabbed hold of my fully erect cock and gave it a hard
squeeze.

"Ow!" I yelped.

"Yeah, and what the fuck is that?" he grinned.

"That is the natural result of being so close to the sexiest male alive who
is also stroking my fucking thigh!" I grinned back.

"I think we'd better go take a shower. I don't want you getting off
again. I want you ready for some more action after the party and I know how
difficult it is for 'older' men to get off!" he laughed.

I reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing them hard!

"Oof!" he snorted.

"Yeah, just a difficult as it is for younger, smart-assed male's who have
had their private parts removed!" I sneered.

"Ok, I give!" he said, and I allowed his balls to leave my hand. "We still
need to shower if we're going to be ready by the time all the guests start
arriving."

"Yeah, you're right." I said, getting up and out of the Jacuzzi.

Troy and I went to the large shower and began washing each other. This, of
course, took an inordinate amount of time - as it always did. If either of
us just wanted to shower, we did it upstairs and alone. This shower was for
long, sensuous explorations of each other's bodies as we slowly cleansed
each other, usually starting with our tongues. This time was no different
except that neither one of us achieved orgasm, though we both came very
close. But that was the idea - the tantalizing tease which built sexual
tension between us that would simmer and then explode later.

We finally got dressed, just as the guests started to arrive. Janet, as
usual arrived first. She always liked to have some time alone with Troy,
for which I couldn't blame her. She and Troy went into the den to talk
privately just as the doorbell rang and Shirley and Amanda arrived - also
early as usual. They both came in the kitchen to keep me company and, of
course, ended up taking over my kitchen and finishing dinner. I hated to
admit it, but they were better cooks than me! I was glad to have them there
with me alone, however, because I wanted to thank Amanda for the beautiful
pictures she took at the wedding and the gorgeous album she'd made for
them.

Because of my business, I knew every commercial photographer within a 200
mile radius. And because I didn't want my private life and my business
overlapping any more than was absolutely necessary, I had been in a
quandary about what to do about photographing the wedding! First of all, I
knew if I asked any of the commercial photographers that were around,
because I also use them for stuff for my company, word of my rather
'unusual' wedding would get around rather quickly. Secondly, hiring any of
them would create hurt feelings among all the rest.

Amanda had come to the rescue. She had a 35 mm camera which she loved to
use and had very unobtrusively managed to catch every wonderful moment of
the celebration. I didn't even realize that we were being photographed most
of the time, except for the required 'staged' shots - like the one's with
Troy and his mother. She had bound them all in a beautiful white leather
binder and had given it to us about a week after the wedding. Troy had been
thrilled, as had I. I told her that if she ever would consider a career in
commercial photography, she could come to work for me anytime! Amanda said
that she liked what she was doing (she was a para-legal in a large law
office) but if she ever tired of it, she'd give that a thought.

Just then I heard the bell and it was Pete, Melissa's boyfriend. I gave him
a hug as we had taken to doing ever since the wedding and yelled up to
Melissa that he was here. He had truly become a fixture around the house (
just what I needed - another adolescent male that ate like a fucking
horse!) to the point that I did begin to believe that he would end up a
part of the family one day. I really liked Pete. He was a great guy and
probably one of the most non-homophobic males that I'd ever met. He liked
Troy a lot and Troy returned the feeling. Melissa had even brought up, a
few days before, the idea of 'double dating'. I laughed at first, asking
her why she wanted Troy and I to be along on a date. She informed me that,
while she thought the idea was great, it had been Pete who had suggested
it. That really confused me, but I decided to put it on hold until I had a
chance to talk to Troy about it.

Pete went bounding up the stairs to Melissa's suite of rooms. This had also
become common. I'd certainly changed from the father who basically wanted
to meet each male who wanted to date my daughter at the door with a
shotgun. Of course, that was problematic, considering I didn't own any
weapons and never would.

I tried to go back to the kitchen to see what Shirley and Amanda were up to
but the minute I put my hand on the kitchen door, there was another knock
at the front door. I knew who this had to be because only Randy and Jamie
were yet to arrive. But when I opened the door, it was only Randy standing
there.

"Jamie got caught at the clinic and will be here later. He said to go on
and start without him. He doesn't want to screw up Troy's birthday party."
Randy explained as he put his arms around me and gave me a hug.

I was a little light headed for a second. Randy is one of he world's
greatest 'huggers'. When he hugs you, you know it! And of course there were
all those unresolved feelings I still had about him inside me. But I pushed
all that down.

"Well, come on in. The bar is in the living room, help yourself, or there's
beer in the kitchen.  What will it be?" I asked.

"I'd like a beer, I think." Randy said.

I found myself staring into his dark eyes. This was the first time we had
been alone at all together since that first day in my office. In his eyes I
was seeing many emotions. Love, desire, friendship but, above all, fear. I
knew he was seeing the same thing in mine. There was such potential for us
to hurt the two men we loved but it was very hard for us to be this close
and not finally act on the feelings we had denied for so many years.

I finally broke eye contact with him, giving him a shy smile. He reached
over and ruffled my hair, the way he always used to do when we were kids. I
had always figured that this gesture was his way of telling me how much he
loved me. Now I was sure of it. I grinned again at him and went to the
kitchen to get a beer for him and one for myself as well. When I got back,
he was staring out the french doors at the sunset. I walked up beside him
and handed him he beer.

"Would you like to go out on the patio?" I asked him.

"Sure, why not?" he asked.

We walked outside and stood there for a while just watching the magnificent
colors of the sunset and drinking our beers. We didn't touch, but the
electricity between us was almost visible.

"You've got a really large piece of property here." he said, finally
breaking the silence between us.

"Well, it's not going to look like this for much longer. Troy doesn't know
it, but I'm having a studio built for him back here. It's going to include
an office for me as well. Someplace for us to get away to. I've been
working with Dr. Karren at the university and an architectural firm to
create a studio which will have the proper natural light for Troy." I told
him.

"You really do love him, don't you." It came out as a statement.

"Yes, I really do. More than anything." I said.

"And I love Jamie the same way. I just wish I could somehow get rid of
these feelings that I have for you." he admitted quietly.

"I don't want to get rid of the feelings that I have for you." I told
him. "No, they're not very comfortable, but I can't just push them away,
either. I try to look at it that I've been lucky enough to have loved and
been loved by two incredible men in my life. That's more than anybody has a
right to ask for. To try and bury the feelings for one or the other would
be the height of ingratitude, don't you think?" I said.

"I never thought of it that way. But then, you always were the one of us
who thought about all the deep stuff! I thought about wrestling, football
and sex! And you were part of all three. But maybe you're right. Maybe I
should be grateful that we even had what we had. I just wish it hadn't
ended up hurting so much." he said.

"That's the trouble, isn't it. There's an old saying 'There is no love
without pain, but the greatest pain of all is to never love.'. I went
through that. I know what it's like to be without love for a very long
time. I'd rather have these feelings than that." I told him.

"You know that if things were different..." he started to say but I cut him
off.

"But they're not. We have two people who love us and who need us. More
importantly we love and need them. We can't risk that for anything." I
said.

"Yes. I know." he said and I could hear the dejection in his voice.

"Randy, I will always love you. Nothing can ever change that. I know that I
don't want to ever lose you. But we have to find a way to love each other
without hurting the people who love us." I said.

"I love you, Mike. I've loved you for as long as I can remember. No matter
what I do, no matter where I go, no matter what happens, nothing is ever
going to change that. And you can take that to the bank, buddy. But you're
right. I wouldn't hurt Jamie for the world and I know you feel the same way
about Troy." he said.

I so wanted to put my arms around him at that moment. But I knew that I
couldn't. With what I was feeling inside, I couldn't completely trust
myself that it would end with just a hug. And I didn't want the pain of
feeling him in my arms again only to have to let him go. We stood there a
few minutes longer and then I heard a voice from behind us.

"So that's where you're hiding!" Troy said cheerily.

Randy and I turned to look at him.

"Hey, Randy! How are you?" Troy said and walked over and gave Randy a
hug. "I wanted to let you guys know that dinner's ready and Shirley is
hollering for everybody to get to the table."

"Should we wait a while longer for Jamie?" I asked Randy.

"Why? Where's Jamie?" Troy asked.

"He had to stay with a patient, Troy. He said he'd be along later and for
us not to wait for him.  He didn't want to ruin your birthday party. It's a
hazard of the medical profession. We're both used to it by now." Randy told
Troy.

"Well...if you're sure?" Troy said. "I don't want him to feel excluded."

"Believe me, Troy, he doesn't. Like I said, it's just something that we
experience all the time. We just hope that our friends can understand as
well." Randy answered.

"Yes, Randy. I understand completely. Let's go into dinner then." he said.

But just the way that Troy said he 'understood' made me wonder what he was
referring to. How long had he been standing there behind Randy and me? How
much of our conversation had he heard?

We all sat down to dinner. I had made standing rib roast, which is a
favorite of Troy's. The conversation was lively and happy as everybody ate
and enjoyed each other. Troy was particularly animated that night. He also
was almost constantly stroking my leg under the table. I had originally
intended to stand up to make a toast to him, but decided that I would
embarrass myself if I did because there was no way that the hardon which
Troy had caused would not be visible!  Instead I made it sitting down. I
also noticed that all through dinner Randy seemed preoccupied and also
seemed somewhat worried about Jamie not arriving.

After dinner, Shirley brought out the cake. Chocolate, Troy's favorite,
with 18 candles burning on it. I told him to make a wish and blow them
out. He looked at me.

"I don't have any wishes. They've all come true. Well, maybe just one. I
wish my Dad could have been here tonight." he said and then blew out all
the candles with one breath.

I reached out and took his hand.

"Maybe next year?" I said, and he smiled at me.

"Yeah. Maybe next year." he said.

I caught Janet's eye, wondering what she thought of this, but she was
smiling back at me. I think she had the same wish as well.

"Now's the time to bring on the presents!" I announced.

I walked over to the table in the hall where everyone had placed them as
they entered. I also went to the front closet and dug out the long,
cardboard tube.  I brought all the packages in to the dining room and set
them in front of Troy. Then I handed him the cardboard tube.

"I'm taking my prerogative as your husband to give you my gift first." I
said as I handed it to him.

"But, Mike, you already gave me a present this morning!" Troy said and the
entire room broke out in laughter.

Mike blushed bright red when he realized what he his statement had sounded
like. I held up my hands for silence.

"What Troy's talking about - you bunch of gutter minds! - was that we
signed the deed to this house today so that Troy and I now own it
jointly. But that, my love," I said, addressing Troy, "was my wedding
present to you. We had to wait until you were old enough to legally own
property to execute the new deed. This is my birthday present to you!"

Troy pulled off the end of the tube and dumped out the sheaf of large
papers inside. He rolled them open and looked at me, baffled.

"They're some kind of blueprints." he said, looking at me questioningly.

"Yes. That's exactly what they are." I said.

"But what are they for?" Troy asked, thoroughly confused.

"They are the blueprints for the new art studio that is going to built over
the next few months in the backyard so that you have someplace all your own
to paint." I said.

"Oh, my God! You're kidding!" Troy exclaimed.

"No, for what those blue prints cost, I am most certainly NOT kidding!" I
laughed.

Troy threw his arms around me and gave me a very deep kiss. I heard some
"ahh's" and other appreciative noises around the table as he did so. He
wasn't even blushing when he broke the kiss.  I guess this whole thing was
getting to be quite normal - especially among this group.

"I can't believe this, Mike!" Troy said breathlessly. "My own studio!"

"You need it, kiddo. More importantly, you deserve it! Now, speaking of art
- before you open any more presents - I want to see that damn painting
hanging in the living room! It's been driving me nuts for days, wondering
what it is!

"Ok! I guess it is time. Everybody reassemble in the living room." Troy
announced.

We all followed him into the room. He turned on special track lighting he
had installed for the painting so that the brown wrapping paper was
highlighted. He stood in front of the fireplace and addressed us all.

"First of all, I want to say thank you to Amanda. Without her, this
painting would never have been possible." Troy said, smiling at Shirley's
lover.

"What did I have to do with it?" Amanda asked.

"I did this painting from one of the photographs you took at our wedding."
Troy answered.  "Ladies and Gentlemen - I give you 'The Dance'."

And with that, Troy pulled on the brown wrapping paper and it floated down
off the painting revealing another incredible water color, this time of
Troy and I dancing in each other's arms. It was obvious that to us that it
was at the wedding for seated at tables all around us as we danced, you
could actually make out Shirley, Amanda, Janet, Melissa, Pete, Randy, Jamie
and even Father Gray. All of the important people in our lives. The
painting wasn't just a celebration of our love, but it was a celebration of
all the love which surrounded us.

Every one just sat there stunned for a few moments and then started
applauding and cheering the artist. I walked over and kissed him. I was
overwhelmed by the painting! Everyone was getting up and coming forward to
get a better look at it. Suddenly the sound of a pager went off. I looked
around and it was Randy's. I looked at him questioningly.

"I thought you were not on-call tonight?" I asked.

"Something serious must have come up. Let me use the phone." he said.

"Sure. Use the one in our bedroom. You won't be disturbed in there." I
answered.

Randy went to use the phone and I went back to admiring the painting along
with everyone else.  Suddenly I heard a cry come from the bedroom. Actually
more of the scream of a wounded animal! It sent chills up my spine and,
before I knew it, I was running for the bedroom to see what had happened.

Randy was standing there, clutching the phone, tears streaming down his
face which was as white as a sheet, all of the color having drained out of
it.

"I'll be right there." he croaked, barely able to speak and then he hung up
the phone.

"Randy, what is it? What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's Jamie! There's been an automobile accident. He's at the hospital!
I've got to get to him!"  Randy cried.

"Look, you're in no condition to drive. I'll take you. Troy can follow in
our car. Give me your car keys." I said, my voice calm even though I felt
far from it.

He looked at me and for a few seconds I thought he was going to refuse but
then he reached into his pocket and handed me his keys. At that moment,
Troy came into the room.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"There's been an accident. Jamie's in the hospital. I'm driving Randy
there. Get your car and follow us." I said.

"Ok." he said and left the room.

By the time Randy and I came out of the bedroom, Troy had left and had
evidently told everyone what had happened. They were all gathered by the
front door, each of them expressing their concern to Randy.

"Look, you just get him to the hospital. I'll take care of things
here. Don't worry." Shirley said to me.

"Thank you." I said.

The words were simple but heartfelt. The look I gave her I'm sure conveyed
the extent of my gratitude for her always being there for me. I got Randy
to the car and sped to the hospital at every reasonable speed that I
could. When we got to the emergency room, Troy was waiting outside. We
walked in and Randy went to the desk.

As head of Trauma, everyone of course recognized Randy and another doctor
came out and took Randy back into the examining rooms. We sat down to wait.

"Do you think Jamie will be all right?" Troy asked.

"I haven't the faintest idea." I said. "We'll have to wait for Randy to
tell us."

"God! I hope he's ok. Randy will be destroyed if anything happens to
Jamie!" Troy said.

"Yes, I know. I guess all we can do now is pray." I said.

"Maybe that would be a good idea!" Troy said.

"What?" I asked.

"Prayer. I'm going to go make a phone call. I'll be right back." Troy said
and got up and rushed away to a bank of pay-phones in the waiting room.

He was on the phone for a while and when he got back I asked who he had
called.

"I called Father Gray. I know he usually works with people who have AIDS
but I figured that anyone who was sick or hurt would qualify. He told me
he'll be right over." Troy said.

"Thank you, Troy! I never would have thought of that! How did you know
where to call him?" I asked.

"He gave me his card at the wedding. I've talked to him a couple of times
since then." he said.

"What about?" I asked.

This was news to me that Troy had been talking to a priest.

"Well...It's about that 'forgiveness' thing with my Dad that we talked
about before the wedding. I figured that since Fr. Gray was a recovering
alcoholic, he could give me some insight into my Dad and his drinking. He's
helped a lot." Troy said.

"I'm glad. Why didn't you tell me about it?" I asked.

"I guess because it's something that I want to work out on my own. I wasn't
really keeping it from you. I guess I just never thought to bring it up."
Troy told me, concern showing in his voice at his admission.

"I understand. I'm not upset about it. I'm really proud of you that you
decided to tackle this on your own. How's it going?" I asked.

"Well, it's not easy. I mean, I understand that alcoholism is a disease and
all and that Dad really didn't mean to hurt me, but that's in my head. My
feelings are still what hurt. Father Gray says that the longest distance
between two points is from the head to the heart. He says it's just going
to take time. The same thing you said." Troy sighed.

"Yes, but you had the courage to finally tackle all this. That really takes
guts." I said. "Hell, I'm not even clear about this idea that alcoholism is
a disease!"

"That one was really rather easy. Fr. Gray explained it this way. Would you
agree that Alcoholism is 'chronic' - meaning that it lasts a long time?"
Troy asked.

"Sure. I can see that." I replied.

"And would you also agree that it is 'progressive' in that it just keeps
getting worse?"

"Yes, I've known people like that." I said.

"And would you further agree that it is oftentimes fatal in its end
result?" Troy asked.

"Yes. I've known of people who have died of drinking." I answered.

"Well, then what exactly would you call something that is Chronic,
Progressive and Fatal?" Troy asked.

"I guess all I could call it is a disease!" I answered, looking at Troy in
amazement. "Hey! You really taught me something, kiddo! You're good at
that!"

Troy blushed, which was still one of his most endearing and erotically
stimulating qualities.

"I'm just passing on what Fr. Gray taught me." he said.

"And what is that, Troy?"

We both looked up to see Fr. Gray standing there.

"Oh! Hi, Father! I was just telling Mike about how you know that Alcoholism
is a disease." Troy told the priest.

"Hello, Father. It's really nice to see you again. I'm sorry about the
circumstances." I said.

"As am I, Mike. Is there any word yet on how Jamie is doing?" he asked.

"No, Randy's in there with him but we haven't had any word yet." I said.

"Well, the ER people know me well. How about I slip back and see what going
on and what I can do for Randy and then I'll come out and let you all know?
Ok?" Father Gray asked.

"Yes, that would be great." Troy answered.

The little priest through the door that led to the treatment rooms in the
ER. As the doors closed behind him I could see on of the nurses come over
and hug him. I guess he was well known in there. It would only make sense
considering who he ministered to.

Troy and I just sat there for a while and gradually, he leaned against me
and took one of my hands in his. I put my arm around him and he rested his
head on my shoulder. After a few minutes, I realized that we were openly
showing affection for each other. I just as quickly realized how little I
cared what people thought! I guess Troy and I have both been doing some
growing over the last few months.

Maybe half an hour later, Fr. Gray finally came out followed by Randy. I
took one look at Randy's face and I knew the news was not good. I walked
over to him and he tried to say something to me but all that came out was a
moan. I quickly took him in my arms and he began crying on my shoulder. I
just held him in my arms and gently stroked his hair while he cried. Fr.
Gray and Troy stood near us silently. Finally Randy was able to pull
himself together. I let him go and he looked at the three of us.

"Jamie's car was hit by a drunk driver. He has a broken arm and leg,
several internal injuries including his spleen and he's in a coma from a
hematoma that is pressing on his brain. They're taking him up to surgery
now. I talked to the neurosurgeon but he couldn't give me any
prognosis. They won't really know what's going on until they get in there."
he said.

"How long until you'll know something?" I asked.

"It will probably be several hours. I wish I could assist in the surgery
but I'm too emotionally connected to him. I'd just be in the way. So, for
once, I'm going to have to wait just like everybody else." Randy said.

Troy put his hand on my arm and I turned to him.

"Mike, why don't you stay with him. He needs you. I'll go on home and get
some sleep. You can call me when you're ready." he said.

"But, Troy, it's your birthday, babe! I don't want you having to sleep
alone on your birthday!" I said.

"Mike, listen to me!" he said, lowering his voice. "This is Randy I'm
talking about. He needs you and you know it. I know it, too. This isn't
about sex. This is about love. I know how much you love him and how much he
loves you. I care about him, too. And about Jamie. We need to do what we
can to help them get through this. Right now, the only one we can do
anything for is Randy and you're the person who can do the most for him."
Troy said.

"Are you sure?" remembering all the difficulty that Troy had over Randy at
first.

"Yes, Mike. I'm sure. I heard you two out on the patio tonight. I heard all
of it. I realized then that there will always be a great deal of love
between the two of you. I also realized that the fact that you love Randy
doesn't in any way diminish the love you feel for me. I guess I finally
'get it'.  Go to him, Mike. Give him the love that he needs right now. It
would be horrible if we lost Jamie, but I could never forgive myself if we
lost both of them." he said.

I took him in my arms and kissed him. I didn't care where we were.

"What is this?" I asked, pulling back from his lips. "You hit 18 and all of
a sudden you're completely grown up?!" I smiled.

"No, I just have these little growth spurts every so often. At least I
didn't have to go through one of my 'asshole' routines to get there this
time!" he smiled.

"Ok, I'll stay. Thank you. I really do love you!" I said, kissing him
gently.

"I know." He smiled.

Troy then went over and put his arms around Randy. He said something
quietly to him but I couldn't hear what. Then he kissed Randy, hugged
Fr. Gray and came back and hugged me one more time and kissed me on the
cheek. Then he went out the ER doors to go home. I stood there looking at
Randy. He looked so incredibly forlorn. I put an arm around his shoulder
and he rested his head against me. I looked over at Fr. Gray.

"I guess I'm staying with him, Father. So you can go on home. I can't thank
you enough for coming. And I'm sure Randy and Jamie appreciate it, too." I
said.

Randy looked up from my shoulder at the little priest. Then he reached over
and hugged him.

"I can't thank you enough for coming, Father. Thanks for giving Jamie the
Blessing of the Sick. I know it will help." Randy said.

"Don't think anything of it, Randy. And remember - you call me, anytime,
day or night, if you need me. Ok?" he asked.

"Yes, Father. I will. Thank you again." Randy said, taking the priest's
hand and squeezing it.

The priest left and I turned to Randy.

"Where's the best place for us to wait for news?" I asked.

"There's a small waiting room right outside the surgical unit
upstairs. That's where we always look for the family." Randy said.

"Ok, let's go up there." I said.

We took the elevator to the second floor of the hospital. We found the
little waiting room. It was empty. There were no other surgeries going on
in the hospital but Jamie's that night. Randy and I sat and talked for a
long time. He told me all about how he met Jamie and how they fell in love.
He told me about the work they had done in Boston and as much about their
life as he could. It was like talking it out made it more real for
him. Finally he just ran out of words and I put my arm around him and he
lay his head on my chest and fell asleep - exhausted from the emotional
turmoil that he was going through. I had to laugh to myself. Here we
were. Randy was 'sleeping' with me again. But it was in a hospital and we
were waiting for the results of his lover's surgery.

We sat there for more than three hours waiting on word from the
surgery. Randy continued sleeping, his head on my chest, the whole time. I
was glad. I knew he needed the rest. He'd been at the hospital, he'd told
me, since 4:00 a.m. the previous morning. I didn't know how he kept the
hours that he did without collapsing. Finally, a surgeon in green scrubs
walked into the room. I nudged Randy awake. He was a little disoriented at
first and then he saw the other doctor.

"Doug! How is he?" Randy asked, starting to stand up.

The other doctor waved him back down and took a seat across from us.

"I won't lie to you, Randy. It's not wonderful. I was able to relieve the
hematoma but he's still in a coma. We had to remove the spleen. There
weren't any other internal injuries. Charlie set the arm and leg and he
said those should heal fine. We just have to wait and see what happens." he
said.

"How bad was the hematoma?" Randy asked.

"Not the worst I've seen, but not the least, either. One good piece of news
is that we didn't have to put him on a respirator. We'll be moving him up
to ICU in a little while. I'll have a nurse come and get you when you can
go up and see him." he said.

"Ok." Randy replied.

"I'm more worried about you right now. I don't want you staying here all
night. Go home, get some rest. You're off rotation for the next few days so
you can come back anytime you want to see him." the other doctor said.

"What do you mean? Why am I off rotation?" Randy asked, almost angry.

"Randy, calm down. It's hospital policy. Anytime something like this
happens to family of a staff member, we take them off rotation. We don't
want their family member's condition to affect their performance or
judgement. It's a good thing, Randy! It's good for you and good for the
hospital.  The Chief of Staff just called me and told me to let you
know. Ok?" he asked.

"All right. But I still think I could function." Randy said.

"Maybe you could, but do you really want to take that chance? Especially if
you don't have to?"  he asked.

"No. I guess you're right." Randy said.

"I'm Doug Cartwright, chief of Neurosurgery here." the doctor said, holding
out his hand to me.

"I'm Mike Collins. I'm a friend of Randy and Jamie's." I said, shaking the
doctor's hand.

"He's a lot more than that, Doug. He's been my best friend since 3rd
grade." Randy said, looking over at me.

I had been afraid for a second that he was going to reveal the rest of our
relationship. But Randy looked at me and I knew that he saw my reaction.

"Well, Mike, I'm glad to meet you. Sorry it had to be under these
circumstances. Now, Randy, you take Mike and go on up and see Jamie - but
only for a few minutes. Then let Mike take you home and you get some
rest. You hear me? Jamie may be your 'significant other' but he's my
patient! And as long as he is, I make the rules! Got it?" he asked.

"Yes, Doctor! I've got it." Randy reluctantly agreed.

Dr. Cartwright stood up and put his hand on Randy's shoulder. Randy looked
up into the doctor's calm grey eyes.

"Randy, you do know we're going to do everything we possibly can for
Jamie?" he asked.

"Yes, Doug. I do know that. Thanks." Randy said.

Dr. Cartwright walked off, back to the surgical wing and a few moments
later a young nurse came out and told us that we could go on up to ICU
now. We took the elevator to the 3rd floor and Randy lead me into the
ICU. There were only eight cubicles gathered around a central nurses area
filled with electronic monitoring devices. There were three nurses on duty
and they all expressed their concern for Jamie to Randy and he thanked each
of them. We went into the cubicle where Jamie was laying and I almost
didn't recognize him. His face was swollen and bruised and there was a
large, white bandage around his head. There were tubes running out of him
everywhere.  Randy leaned over him and gently kissed his lips. He didn't
stir. Then I saw something that I'd never seen before. Randy literally got
down on his knees beside the bed, made the Sign of the Cross, put his hands
together, bowed his head and started to pray. I was so moved, that I joined
him, getting down on my knees next to him.

We both stayed there for a while and then finally Randy turned to me.

"Thank you for being here for me. I don't know how I'd get through this
without you." he said.

"Thank Troy. He was the one who told me to do it. He said you needed me
more than he did right now." I told him.

"Quite a remarkable boy, your lover." Randy said.

"I don't think there's much of a boy left." I said. "He's more of a man
than I am sometimes."

"Yes, I guess you're right about that." he said.

"Listen, I want you to come back to our place tonight. I don't want you
being alone. And no arguments!" I said, looking at him sternly.

"You won't get one. I don't want to be alone. Come on. Let's go." he said.

We both rose to our feet and then Randy leaned over and kissed Jamie
again. We left the ER and I drove Randy back to our house.

When we got there, Troy was asleep. I went into the kitchen and made Randy
and I a sandwich. I gave him a beer to help him relax and then I went in
and woke Troy. He asked me how Jamie was.

"He's in ICU. He's in a coma and the neurosurgeon told us that it was just
a matter of 'wait and see'. I brought Randy home with me, I didn't want him
to be alone and he didn't want to be either. I made him a sandwich and gave
him a beer to relax him. Where do you think we should have him sleep?" I
asked.

"Right here with us. This is a king-sized bed. It's big enough for all
three of us. He needs to be surrounded with love and that's what he'll get,
right in this bed." Troy said.

"Are you sure?" I asked him, trying to imagine what this arrangement was
going to bring about.

"Yes. Completely sure. Come on. We'll go get him." Troy said, standing up.

"Don't you think you ought to put something on first?" I asked.

Troy and I always slept nude.

"Why? I'm not going to wear anything to bed." he said.

"Well, for now, humor me, ok? Put on some gym shorts or something." I
said. "I don't think that Randy needs to be treated to the sight of your
naked charms right at the moment."

"Oh. Yes, I guess you're right." he said, grabbing a pair of gym shorts.

We went into the kitchen and joined Randy at the table. He was just sitting
there staring off into space when we walked in. Troy went over and hugged
him. Randy looked up at Troy.

"Sorry to ruin your birthday." he said quietly.

"Fuck that! I'm just so sorry for what's happened. I know Jamie's going to
be all right, though. I just know it!" Troy said.

"I certainly hope you're right. I can't even think about life without him."
Randy said.

"Now! There will be no talk like that!" Troy said. "First of all, you're
not going to have to live without him. Second of all, regardless of what
happens, you have people who love you - love you very, very much. No matter
what happens, we're going to make sure you get through this. Do you
understand me?" Troy said, sounding more like a drill sergeant than I'd
ever heard him before! I was going to have to start limiting the time he
spent with Shirley - he was starting to sound like her!

Randy sat there, looking at Troy, a stunned look on his face at Troy's
outburst. Then he reached out and wrapped his arms around Troy's waist and
pulled Troy to him. He lay his head against Troy's abdomen and started to
cry. Huge, wracking sobs shook him as Troy wrapped his arms around him and
gently stroked him.

I stood there watching the two men that I loved more than almost anyone
else in my life. I knew that this was what Randy needed. To get out all the
feelings he was trying to hold in. And, in some way, this was what Troy
needed. To comfort this man who he had once seen as a threat and a
rival. It wasn't exactly a 'Kodak Moment' but it was an incredibly
emotion-filled one for me.  My heart was torn by what Randy was going
through but so proud of how Troy was reaching out to him. I walked over and
joined them, putting my arm around Troy and letting my other hand stroke
Randy. He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face and the took my
hand and rested his face against it.

"I think it's time for us all to go to bed. I think we all need some rest."
I said.

Randy stood up and pulled Troy to him and kissed him. Not just a light kiss
either. It was deep and passionate. He pulled back and I saw the look on
Troy's face. It wasn't shock, more like pleasantly surprised. Randy then
turned and pulled me to him. His lips on mine were hard and demanding. I
opened to him and for the first time in so long, I tasted him as he tasted
me. Then his mouth was gone and I was standing there stunned.

We walked into the bedroom and all of us stripped naked. We then got into
bed. Troy on one side, me on the other and Randy in the middle. We kissed
each other good-night, gently this time.  And then Troy rolled over and
Randy took him in his arms and I took Randy in my arms. And there, spooned
together, we all three finally slept.

The End of Part 13 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND

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