Date: Thu, 5 Dec 2002 18:00:17 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 16

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
the 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 16

By RimPig (c) 2002

Two years went by and I wondered where they went. Our lives together -
Troy, Randy and I - had become like a dream to me. We loved each other and
we lived together as closely as three people could. Troy was in his Junior
year at the university and his art work was starting to attract notice.  He
had been approached by several dealers who wanted to display his works, one
of which was from New York City. Troy decided, after talking to both Randy
and I about it, that he didn't want the pressure of a career as an artist
until he was finished with school. He did, however, enter his canvasses in
shows around the country and was winning a number of them.

We did build the studio behind the house but I gave it completely to
Troy. I didn't need an office there because by the time the studio was
done, Melissa and Pete had graduated and had gone to the University of
California at San Francisco together. They were still very much in love and
I figured that it wouldn't be too much longer and there would be another
wedding outside on the patio. I decided to remodel her suite upstairs into
a huge bedroom for the three of us and turn the downstairs bedroom into a
guest room where Melissa could stay when she came home. I had her suite
redesigned into a large bedroom and an even larger bathroom in which I had
installed another Jacuzzi and another large shower just like the one's
downstairs in the gym.

I was working in my office one day when the intercom buzzed. It was Shirley
telling me that Fr.  Gray was here to see me and I told her to have him
come in. I got up from my desk and met the priest as he entered, giving him
a hug.

"So, Father, how are you! Seems like forever since we've seen you!" I said.

"I'm sorry about that, Mike. I've been so busy the last few months, I've
hardly had any time to myself!" he said.

"Well, you've got to come to the house for dinner soon." I told him.

"I promise I will. How are Troy and Randy doing?" he asked.

"Just wonderfully. Troy is busy at the university or in his studio most of
the time and Randy's busy at the hospital, but we manage to spend time with
each other." I said.

I wasn't really sure how much Fr. Gray knew about the relationship between
the three of us, so I didn't go any further with my comments. I think he
saw the wariness in my eyes though.

"It is very rare for a deeply fulfilling emotional and physical
relationship to exist between three people. It's usually hard enough with
just two. I do, however, think that males can handle this type of things
better than say two males and a female or two females and a male." he said.

I blanched at his words. Evidently he knew exactly what was going on!

"I know you didn't think I knew, Mike. But from conversations that I had
with Troy, I surmised what was happening. And spending time with the three
of you, it is obvious how much you all love each other. You know I don't
judge people - especially not about who or how they find love.  I'm just
very pleased that you three are so happy together." he said.

"Yes, Father, we are. And it's amazing to me as well how great we all get
along. I love them both more and more each day." I said. "So what did you
want to see me about, or is this just a social call?"

"No. It's not a social call, though I am very happy to see you again. No, I
came to see you about something that happened to me last week." he said.

"Nothing bad, I hope?" my voice showing my concern for the priest who had
played such an important role in our lives.

"Nothing bad. Actually, very good. At least I hope it is. I flew out to San
Diego last week to attend a large gathering of Alcoholics Anonymous. It was
the California State Convention of AA and I was asked to speak there. I
spent four days at the convention and had a wonderful time, meeting new
people and sharing in the atmosphere of recovery." he said.

"Sounds like you had a great time!" I said.

"Yes. But among the people that I met was a man. A man who impressed me
greatly. He's been sober only 5 years now, but he's overcome some major
problems in his life. He's a Marine but he's Gay. He's had to hide who he
is all of his life. He even got married an had a child, trying to be the
'straight' Marine he was supposed to be. But it didn't work. I believe you
can relate to that." Fr. Gray said.

"Can I! The miracle is that I didn't end up an alcoholic, or killing
myself!" I said.

"I thought you would understand. Anyway, he met someone, another
Marine. They fell deeply in love with each other. They carried on a
clandestine affair for several years. Then they got shipped overseas on a
classified mission. They were both captured and tortured for more than a
week. He watched his lover killed right before his eyes. He was destroyed
by it. By the time the other Marines rescued him, it was too late. He was
shipped back to the states where he started drinking.  He was a terribly
mean drunk. Kept getting into fights and nearly killed a civilian. If it
hadn't been for the fact that there was a whole bar full of witnesses that
the civilian had attacked him, he would have gone to prison for it."
Fr. Gray said.

"Shit! This guy sure went through hell!" I said.

"It gets worse. He made life hell for everyone around him. In his drunken
anger he also started beating his wife and his child. She finally left and
took the child with her. She left the state and he has no idea where they
are. Thanks to the Marine Corps, he was finally able to get help for his
problems and to get sober. He is terribly sorry for what he's done and he
wants to see his wife and child so that he can tell them so." Fr. Gray said
quietly.

"Oh, my God! This is Troy's father, isn't it!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, Mike. It is." Fr. Gray said.

"Troy's father is Gay! Fuck! I guess that explains a whole lot of
things. But I wonder how Troy's going to react to it? I wonder how Janet is
going to react to it?" I said.

"That's why I came to see you. Troy's father's name is Eric. I'd never
heard his name mentioned by either Janet or Troy so I wondered if you knew
that?" he asked.

"No. Troy never said his father's name and I never asked. There was no
reason to." I said.

"Eric doesn't know that I know Troy and Janet. I do have the ability to
reach him but I wanted you to talk to Troy before I did. I will talk to
Janet, myself. And perhaps the two of them will want to talk as well." he
said.

"God! I don't know how I'm going to break this to him. I don't know how
he's going to react.  But I promise, I will talk to him tonight about it."
I told Fr. Gray.

"Good, because I'm going over to Janet's tonight to talk to her." he said.

"I will bet then that you'll hear from Troy sometime tonight." I surmised.

"Yes, I think I probably will." he said.

"I think I'll try and reach Randy at the hospital. I'd kind of like to have
him there as well when I break this to Troy." I said.

"Well, I'm sorry to dump this on you and run, but I have several more stops
to make." Fr. Gray said, standing up. "You know that if there's anything I
can do, you only need to ask."

I hugged him again.

"Yes, I know. Thanks, Father. And please pray that this all works out for
the best." I said.

"I'm already doing that." he said as he left.

I called Randy at the hospital and luckily he was on a break. I quickly
told him what was happening and asked if he could be home tonight. He said
he'd make sure that he was covered and not on call and would be home by
six.

When I got home, Troy was already home. I could tell because his Miata was
in the driveway. But he wasn't in the house so I figured he was out in the
studio. I picked up the phone and dialed the studio and he answered.

"Hey! How's my beautiful husband?" he asked.

"I'm just fine! How'd you know which beautiful husband it was?" I teased
him.

"I only have one. Randy is our lover. You're the only one I'm married to,
remember?" he said.

"Yes, how could I forget. But how did you know it was me?" I asked.

"Randy never gets home this early! And, besides, he never calls out here. I
think he's afraid he'll interrupt me and ruin a painting or something!" he
laughed.

"Well, he is coming home for dinner. He said he'd be home by six. I'm
thinking of grilling some steaks. That sound good to you?" I asked.

"Man want meat!" he said in a deep, Neanderthal voice. "Tear flesh! Drink
blood!"

"Ok, one steak, rare!" I laughed. "Why don't you come up and we'll sit in
the Jacuzzi for a while before I start fixing dinner?"

"I'll be right there!" he said, his excitement coming through the phone.

And he was, too! It wasn't a minute and he was running in the door and
launching himself at me.  We hugged one another and kissed deeply and began
practically tearing each other's clothes off.  Not that there was much to
tear off where Troy was concerned. He usually painted in just a pair of gym
shorts. And those I had off him rather quickly.

At 20 now, he was really becoming one stunning looking man! His body was
maturing and his muscles were incredibly developed. I never grew tired of
looking at him and his naked body still stunned me in its perfection. His
cock, of course, was hard the minute I stripped him and he quickly had me
out of my clothes as well. My cock was on the rise but Troy was on his
knees in an instant, swallowing down his throat. I groaned and grabbed his
head and held him still against my groin, reveling in the heat and wetness
of his mouth. I pulled him off my cock and pulled him to his feet.

"Jacuzzi first! Play later!" I said, swatting his butt with my hand.

"Ok." he said disappointment showing on his face. Then his eyes got very
seductive. "Play in the shower?" he purred.

"Absolutely! Play in the shower!" I laughed.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me downstairs. While there was also a shower
and Jacuzzi upstairs now, when ever it was just Troy and I alone, we often
went back down to the gym - the place where we'd first discovered our
mutual attraction.  I got the water ready and we got in. I wrapped him in
my arms and we sat there, making out like a couple of teenagers. I don't
think I can ever do without Troy's love and affection - and I sincerely
hope I never have to find out.

After a while, we got out of the Jacuzzi and headed into the shower. I went
to start the spray of water but Troy stopped my hand. I knew what this
meant. He had a load of golden piss for me. I quickly got to my knees and
took his beautiful cock into my hand. I put my lips gently around the shaft
of his cock, just below the head and waited for his flow to start. A few
gentle spurts announced the coming flow and I opened my throat and started
swallowing. Troy and I both moaned as he filled me with this salty/sweet
gift from his body. About half-way through, I pulled off his pissing cock
and let the flow of golden piss cover my chest, abs and groin. I loved the
feeling of his hot piss against my naked skin and I also loved the way the
piss droplets hung in my body hair. I then put his pissing cock back into
my mouth and continued swallowing. There was something still very magical
about the closeness that this act - seen as disgusting and obscene by some
- brought to both of us. I gave us a bond that was unbreakable.

When he had finished, he pulled his hardening cock from my mouth and then I
stood up and he knelt. I slowly released by bladder and my piss flowed into
Troy's mouth. I watched as he swallowed my piss and the feeling of his warm
mouth surrounding my cock was making it very hard not to get an
erection. Troy, too, removed my pissing cock from his mouth and allowed the
flow of my piss to drench his body before once again taking my cock back
into his mouth and continuing to drink my piss. Finally Troy looked up into
my eyes while he continued drinking from my cock. The look of love and
satisfaction I saw there made my cock instantly as hard as a rock! Luckily,
I could finish pissing into him even with a hardon. I didn't want to
deprive him of any of my own body's gift.

He started sucking slowly up and down on my cock and my knees started to
buckle from the intensity of the feelings he was causing for me. I felt
myself getting close to cumming too quickly so I pushed him off my cock and
got down on the floor of the shower with him. I lay on my back.  This had
become a signal for Troy to kneel over me and let me lick and suck at his
ass. He quickly assumed the position and I, just as quickly, had my nose
going up and down his ass-trench, inhaling deeply of his ripe muskiness. My
tongue quickly followed my nose, licking up and down his ass crack from his
balls to his lower back. I finally locked my lips around his wrinkled hole
and began tongue fucking him as deeply as I could reach, tasting up inside
his body. He pushed down with his muscles so that his sphincter blossomed
out and I could reach even deeper inside him. I was in total 'ass-eater
heaven', my tongue buried as far as it would go and tasting the tangy
essence of his ass.

Troy finally bent over and took my cock in his mouth again. I let him slide
down beside me and we were soon in a hot 69, both swallowing each other's
cock's deep into our throats with our noses pressed into each other's
sweaty, piss-wet pubic hair. We didn't want to prolong the pleasure anymore
and soon we were both moaning and swallowing each other's heavy loads of
cum deep into our guts.

After catching our breaths, we showered together taking great delight in
exploring each other's bodies with hands and tongues. No matter how many
times we do this to each other, the fascination still remains. We decided
to just go naked and air dry. I brought the steaks out onto the patio and
started the gas grill. I put baked potatoes in foil wrappers on the upper
rack of the grill to begin cooking while Troy and I sat for a while, just
looking at the sky and sitting with our arms around each other. The
contentment that I felt in my heart at that moment was beyond
description. All it needed was Randy to complete the triad that we had
become.

After a little while, as the sky began to show the first signs of sunset, I
heard familiar footsteps in the house heading for the patio. Through the
french doors came Randy. He saw Troy and I sitting on the loveseat and he
smiled.

"You two make a very beautiful picture sitting there." he said.

"But the picture's not complete." Troy said, rising and walking over to
Randy.

I watched as Troy walked over and embraced Randy with all the love and
affection that he shows to me. I marveled again at how this scene caused me
deep satisfaction and not the jealousy that others would surmise. I, too,
rose and Randy's arms reached out to me. I felt myself gathered in his
strength as I buried my face in his neck to once again breath deeply of his
scent and know that he was near again, where he belonged. The embrace
became whole when Troy joined as well and we kissed each other in a
round-robin of deep kisses.

Breaking from the other two, I told them that I needed to go and make a
salad. Troy offered to put the steaks on and Randy followed me into the
kitchen, stopping to get a beer from the refrigerator.

"Have you told him yet?" he asked.

"No, of course not. I told you I wanted you here when I did. I don't know
what his reaction is liable to be and I want him to be able to be with both
of us if things are difficult for him." I said.

"Yes, I understand. I'll do anything I can, you know that. But this is
pretty uncharted territory for me." Randy said.

"And you think I know what I'm doing?" I asked.

"No, I guess you're as in the dark about how to proceed as I am." Randy
admitted.

"Well, let's definitely wait until after dinner. I don't want him having to
deal with this on an empty stomach." I said.

"Fine with me. I'm starved anyway!" he said.

"You're always 'starved'! You've been like that as long as I've known you!"
I laughed.

"And horny, too!" he said, leaning over and licking my neck.

His mouth and tongue sent thrills through me and cause goose bumps to rise
on my arms.

"Yes, and you were always that, too!" I smiled.

Randy's hand slid down the front of my body until it encountered my
hardening cock.

"And you're not?" he asked.

"Only when I'm around you or Troy!" I laughed.

I felt his hardening cock through his jeans.

"You have entirely too many clothes on." I said.

Randy quickly slipped out of his clothes, laying them across one of the
kitchen chairs while I continued to break up lettuce and slice tomatoes for
the salad. He came up behind me and pressed his hard cock into my
ass-trench, slipping his hands under my arms and running them across my
chest until he found my sensitive nipples which he proceeded to tweak
lightly with is fingers. I moaned and stopped what I was doing. I wasn't
about to have a knife in my hands while I was being stimulated this way.

I leaned forward, pushing my ass against him and allowing his cock to ride
deeper in the crack of my ass. The friction of his cock against my hole was
driving me crazy! I wanted him inside me and I wanted him there now!

He got down behind me and buried his face in my butt, licking deeply into
my hole. His tongue fucking of my ass was causing me to moan in
anticipation of his cock replacing his tongue. I reached over on the
kitchen counter and grabbed a bottle of 'Extra Virgin' olive oil, chuckling
to myself at the use I was about to put it to! Certainly nothing 'virgin'
about where it was going!

Randy pulled his face out of my ass and I handed him the bottle of oil. He
used a small amount to lube his cock and then some more to lube my eager
hole. I bent over further, giving him a clear shot at my hole and I felt
his cockhead push against my ass-ring and slide inside me on the thin
coating of cooking oil. I moaned at the spreading of my chute by his thick
cock, the feeling one of such completion for me. Randy bottomed out in my
ass and then began to rhythmically fuck me while I held onto the kitchen
counter. He was soon pounding my butt, driving his cock deep into my hole,
long-dicking me with faster and faster plunges. My own cock was hard as a
rock and I knew that it would be almost no time before I was shooting my
load without any need to touch it.  I was just beginning to feel the tingle
in my balls that heralded my orgasm when I suddenly felt my cock engulfed
in a warm, wet mouth!

Troy had discovered Randy and I fucking away in the kitchen and had decided
to join us. He crawled under us and swallowed my cock while Randy continued
to pound the fuck out of my hole. It only took about 30 seconds of Troy's
very talented mouth and throat and I was shooting my load of cum into
him. The clenching of my chute from my own orgasm, triggered Randy's and I
could feel his cock dumping his load deep in my ass seconds later.

We rested there for a moment, Randy leaning on my back, as his cock
softened and pulled out of my hole. Troy quickly grabbed it and began
cleaning Randy's cock of his excess cum and my ass juices. Troy then buried
his face in my ass-trench and began sucking the rest of Randy's load from
my ass. Randy got down and took Troy's cock deep into his mouth and soon
Troy was cumming while moaning into my ass which he continued to lick and
suck on until his own orgasm was finished.

I looked around at him and found him smiling at me, his beautiful blue eyes
sparkling with satisfaction.

"Well, now that we've got that out of our system," I said, smiling back at
him. "I hope those steaks aren't burnt to a crisp!"

Troy laughed.

"No, I turned the grill off when I came in to find you! I figured you two
were getting into trouble and I didn't want to be left out!" he laughed.

"Well, don't blame me! It's that sex fiend on the floor with your cock
still in his mouth who raped me at my own kitchen sink!" I laughed.

Randy looked up at the both of us.

"Can't rape the willing!" he laughed, finally letting Troy's softening cock
drop from his lips.

"Ok, who's hungry?" I asked.

"We are!!!" Troy and Randy both shouted at once.

As we finished off the last of the steak and baked potatoes, Randy gave me
a significant look. I knew what he wanted but I was still hesitant about
bringing this whole thing up with Troy. Troy, however noticed the silence.

"Ok, what's up with you two?" he asked, looking at Randy and me.

"Father Gray came to see me today." I began.

"Yeah? What did he want?" Troy asked.

"He told me about a trip he made to San Diego last week. He went to an AA
convention out there to speak." I told him.

"That's nice. Did he have a good time?" Troy asked.

"He said he did. That he got to meet a lot of nice people. You know one of
them." I said.

Troy looked at me, a strange look on his face.

"Who?" he asked quietly.

"Your Dad."

Troy just sat there, looking at me. I didn't know what he was thinking. His
face had a very strange look on it.

"My Dad?" he said, his voice barely discernable.

"Yes, Troy. Your Dad. Fr. Gray told me you Dad has been sober for five
years now. He wants to see you and your Mom." I told him.

"Why? He doesn't care about us!" Troy said, the coldness in his voice tore
at my heart.

"Yes, he does, Troy. Evidently very, very much. There's some things that
you don't know about your Dad. Things that I don't think you'd ever even
guess at." I said.

"How do you know?!" he asked, his voice almost viscious.

"Because he told them to Fr. Gray and Fr. Gray told them to me." I said
gently.

"Why didn't Fr. Gray come and tell me!" Troy all but screamed.

"Because he was afraid, I think, of just this type of reaction from you. He
wanted Randy and I to tell you because he knows that we love you and that
you love both of us." I said.

Troy sat there with his head down for the longest time, not saying
anything. I began to get really worried. I hadn't seen this side of Troy
for a very long time and Randy had never seen it at all.  Randy looked at
me and I could see the concern and questions written all over his face. I
motioned for him to just stay still and let Troy handle this. Troy sat for
a while longer and finally looked up at me. I could see tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm being an asshole again, aren't I?" he asked quietly.

"It's ok, you've gone almost two years, I guess you're due." I smiled at
him.

"You've never seen me like this, I know." he said to Randy. "I'm sorry that
you are."

"There's no need to apologize to me!" Randy said. "Remember me? The other
guy who's in love with you? I know you went through some rough times with
your Dad. I understand this can't be easy for you. But I really wish you'd
listen to Mike. I think he can help you understand some things that might
help."

Troy looked at Randy and then at me.

"Ok. What things?"

"Troy, I really don't know any other way to tell you this but just straight
out. You're Dad's Gay."  I said.

"What!!!" Troy practically screamed. "He can't be Gay! He's a fucking
Marine!"

"Troy, Marine's can be Gay! Priests can be Gay! Anybody can be!" I said.

He looked at me like I'd taken complete leave of my senses.

"Troy he tried to hide it. He tried to fight it. That's why he married your
mother, just like I married Melissa's mother. But he found another guy -
another Marine - and he fell in love with him. They were evidently in the
same platoon or company or whatever it's called." I said.

"Uncle Matt!" Troy's voice was very far away, like he was remembering
something.

"What?" I asked.

"When I was little, there was this other Marine that he and my Dad were
close buddies. Dad told me to call him Uncle Matt. He died on the mission
my Dad went on." Troy said.

"Yes, that would have been him. But there's more. On that mission, your Dad
and his buddy were captured. From what he told Fr. Gray, he and Matt were
tortured by their captors for about a week. Their captors killed Matt right
in front of your Dad. That's why he went so crazy! That's why he started
drinking. The other Marine's rescued him, but Matt was already dead and
your Dad wanted to die, too." I told him.

"Just like I did when Jamie died, Troy." Randy said quietly.

Troy looked from me to Randy. His eyes softened.

"I guess you do understand." he said to Randy, his voice quiet.

"Yes. I think I do. I nearly went crazy because Jamie died. I can't imagine
what I would have done if he'd been tortured and murdered right in front of
me!" he said and I could see tears welling up in Randy's eyes.

"So that's what happened." Troy said in wonder.

"Yes. He didn't stop loving you. My guess is he couldn't face either you or
your mother because how could he explain that his male lover was murdered?
From what Fr. Gray told me, it was only after he got sober that he could
finally accept himself as Gay." I told Troy.

"So he wants to see me?" Troy asked, his voice almost like the little boy
who still waited for Daddy to come home.

"Yes, Troy. He does. Very, very much." I told him.

"Well, I guess I won't have to explain to him about us." he gave me a
crooked smile.

My heart leapt in joy! Troy was going to be all right. He was going to deal
with this just fine.

"No. I think he'll understand." I said.

"But I wonder what this will do to Mom?" Troy asked.

"Fr. Gray is probably with her right now, telling her. He told me he was
going to this evening.  That's why he didn't come to tell you. He wanted
you both to know at the same time and he knew that you had Randy and me to
help you but your Mom didn't have anybody." I said.

"God! Now she's not only got a son who's Gay, but her ex-husband is as
well!" he said.

"I have a feeling that this is not going to come as all that big a surprise
to your Mom. Women have a way of knowing these things." I told him.

"Well, maybe..." he said.

"I think she'll probably call you after she talks to Fr. Gray and you can
assess how she's taking it then." I said.

"Yes. You're right. So when can I see my Dad?" he asked.

"I don't know. Fr. Gray never told him that he knew the two of you. But he
has a way to reach your Dad. I'm sure something can be arranged." I said.

"Mike, if my Dad comes here, can he stay with us?" Troy asked.

"Of course he can, babe! Are you sure you want that?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm sure. I'm not ashamed of the way we live. My Dad has nothing to
say about it. After all, at least what we're doing is honest. He can't say
that the way he handled things was!" Troy said, and I could hear the
bitterness in his voice.

"Neither was the way we handled things, either - Mike and I." Randy said to
him.

Troy looked up as if he'd been struck!

"I didn't mean you guys!" Troy protested.

"Oh? And what exactly was the difference?" I asked Troy. "I lied to
everyone, including myself, about who and what I really am. I lost the
first person that I ever truly loved because I couldn't bring myself to
tell him that I loved him! Luckily, I never had to lie to my wife. She was
too busy lying to me. But when you are raised like your Dad and Randy and I
were - that being 'queer' is about the worst thing you can ever be - it's
hard to break out and be honest about your feelings!"  I told him.

Troy stared at me and then at Randy for quite a while. I guess there were
still some things that he hadn't put together in his own mind, or forgiven
his father for. Finally, he just looked down.

"I'm really sorry. You're right. I'm being an asshole again. I understand
what you're saying. I hid who I was, too. After all, I covered over being
gay by dating girls." he said.

"Yes, and thank God one of them was my daughter!" I smiled and reached over
and ruffled his hair.

He gave me his 'killer' smile and then got up and kissed both Randy and me.

"I'm going down to the studio and call Mom." he said.

After he'd gone, I looked at Randy.

"Well, I think that went well." I said and then I broke out laughing.

"Well, at least there was no broken plates!" he laughed as well. Getting
serious, Randy looked at me. "I guess this is really hard on him, though."

"Yes. It's got to be. The abuse he went through from his Dad was pretty
horrendous. I don't know if I'd be able to forgive someone for that. Of
course, now that I know the story, it does make it a lot easier to
understand - not condone, mind you! - but understand." I said.

"I agree. Like I said, I don't know what I would have done if I'd seen my
lover murdered in front of my eyes. I'm surprised the guy has any
rationality left at all! Must be a pretty strong man to have gone through
what he went through and still be able to make it 5 years without a drink!"
Randy said.

"So now I guess we have to worry about what he thinks about us!" I laughed.

"I'm not really worried about that. I find that people who go through what
he's been through don't tend to be judgmental." Randy answered. "I mean,
look at Fr. Gray!"

"What about him?" I asked.

"Do you know anything about his upbringing?" Randy asked.

"No, not really, we've never discussed it." I said.

"Well, he and I have. I see him in the hospital all the time and we've had
a chance to have lunch and dinner together a few times. I've asked him
about his background. Man! You wouldn't believe some of the stuff he's been
through!" Randy said.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well, let's start with his parents. He was adopted. His father was from
rural south Alabama. A real redneck. His Dad was already 49 when they
adopted him as an infant. His mother was an untreated adult incest
survivor. His Dad ended up a paranoid-schizophrenic. Can you imagine the
crap he had to go through as a kid?! Add to that, he told me that he was
verbally and physically abused by other kids all the way through childhood
for being a 'sissy'. He didn't even know what it was! He finally discovered
he was attracted to other boys when his Dad sent him to military school
when he was 14 and his Mom died. His Dad refused him any kind of physical
contact or affection after he was 3 years old and then died when he was 19!
So he's been on his own that long." Randy told me.

"God! How did he end up such a loving and forgiving guy?" I asked.

"He said it was turning his life over to God when he got sober and learning
how to love again."  Randy answered.

"So how did he end up HIV+?" I asked.

"He went through massive clinical depression and didn't recognize it! Could
help others, but couldn't recognize when he needed help. He set out to kill
himself but couldn't bring himself to commit suicide. So! He set out to
become infected with the virus. Figured that would be an 'acceptable
death'. It was after he was diagnosed that he woke up to the fact that
something was truly wrong with his life and went and got help. Of course,
now it's too late and he's already infected. That's why he's dedicated his
life to this work." Randy said.

"Fuck, you just never know about people! The pain, the trauma that they go
through!" I said.

"Yeah. You know looking at Troy's Dad and Fr. Gray, we've both had it
pretty easy, all things considered." Randy said.

"Yes, I guess we have. After all, I still have you in my life and I have
Troy. I'm so lucky, I've got nothing to complain about at all!" I smiled at
him.

Randy reached over and took my hand in his. He pulled it to his mouth and
kissed my hand. I looked at him in surprise! I loved him, but he wasn't the
most romantic guy I'd ever known. This was not his usual way of expressing
himself. I looked at him questioningly.

"I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and how much I owe you and
Troy for any happiness I have today." Randy said.

"Randy, that's not necessary. The joy and love that you've given me all our
lives is enough!" I said.

"But I want you to know how I feel. I need to say it to you. That's the one
regret I have over Jamie. I don't think I ever told him enough how much I
loved him." Randy said.

"I'm sure he knew. As the old saying goes, 'Actions speak louder than
words'. And anyone who saw the two of you together, knew how much you loved
each other." I told him.

"God, I hope you're right." he said.

We went in and did the dishes. Troy was out in the studio for a long
time. We'd almost given up on him and were about to turn in for the night
when he came back. I noticed that his eyes were red from crying.

"Well," I asked. "Did you talk to your Mom?"

"Yes, I did. She's ok with it. Just like you said, it didn't surprise her
at all." he said.

"Did you have a chance to talk to Fr. Gray?" I asked.

"Yes. I called him and talked to him for a long time. He gave me my Dad's
phone number in San Diego. I called him." Troy said quietly.

"You talked to your Dad!" I was astounded! This was moving very rapidly!

"Yes. We cried together over the phone. I told him all about you and about
Randy. I asked him to come and stay with us. He said he would." Troy
answered.

"Well, that's wonderful!" I exclaimed, take aback by all that had happened
so quickly. "So when does he think he'll be able to come see you?" I asked.

"His plane gets in at 3:00 p.m. tomorrow." Troy answered.

"Tomorrow!!!" Randy and I both screamed at the same time.

"Why, is that a problem?" Troy asked.

Randy and I looked at each other and just broke out laughing! Oh, the
impetuousness of youth!  But, looking at it from Troy's standpoint, it was
understandable. After all, he hadn't seen or heard from his Dad since he
was 12.

"No, Troy. It's not a problem. But you have to be the one to get the guest
room ready. We'll drive out to meet him at the airport. Randy, can you make
it?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'll get Dr. Baldwin to cover for me. It shouldn't be a
problem. Unless we have a school bus accident or something!" he said.

"Ok. Then that's it. I guess we welcome your Dad to our crazy house
tomorrow!" I said.

Troy stood there looking at both of us for a minute.

"Mike. Randy." he said quietly, "thank you. No matter what, I love both of
you more than anything or anyone. And don't you forget that!"

"We won't" Randy and I both answered.

And then we both hugged Troy between us.

The End of Part 16 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND

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