Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2002 19:22:32 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 21

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 - ERIC'S STORY 5
Part 21

The Narrator of the story is now Marine Master Sergeant Eric Meadows -
Troy's father.

By RimPig (c) 2002

Sometime in the middle of the night, Jason and I woke up and went at each
other again with the hunger of two starving wolves in the middle of
winter. We fucked until the sun came up and then he went to surf and I
drove back to the base. I showered and flopped on my bunk to get a few more
hours of sleep. I still felt guilty about fucking Janet and yet, strangely
enough, not about the sex with Jason. Jason and I parted without any
bullshit about being in love or wanting to see each other again or any of
that crap. It was just pure animal sex between us and it had assuaged the
male hunger in both of us.

I didn't know what to do about Janet. I wasn't in love with her and really
didn't want to get into any kind of a relationship with her but I didn't
know how to break it off now without hurting her.  I look back now and
wonder if I shouldn't have anyway, regardless of the consequences but I
just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was still her 'knight in shining
armor' and I felt like complete scum leading her on, but what the fuck
could I do?

I knew Janet was working at the PX that afternoon so when I finally woke
up, I headed over the to meet her when she got off. She seemed so glad to
see me that any idea I had of breaking off with her went right out of my
fucking head. We went back to her place and had dinner. I wasn't expecting
to fuck her again. In fact, I was hoping to avoid that. But she was now
initiated into sex and she wanted a repeat performance. This time I brought
along condoms - too late, but I didn't know that then. I'll tell you this,
I know how they got the nickname 'raincoats'. It was like taking a shower
with a raincoat on! I hated fucking with them. It took almost all the
feeling out of the act and I was having a hard enough time keeping my mind
on what I was doing! I finally had to think back to my all night orgy with
Jason to get off.

It was two months later that I had to 'pay the piper' for the mistake I'd
made that night at the party when I was so stoned. I went over to Janet's
apartment for dinner as usual but she was anything but her usual self. She
was distracted and I knew immediately that something was wrong. I waited
until we finished dinner to confront her.

"Janet, what's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothing. Why should anything be the matter?" she replied.

"Janet, don't give me that. I know you. I can tell when something's
bothering you. Now what is it?" I insisted.

She sat there not saying anything and then I saw tears starting to fall
from her eyes. Oh, fuck! I can't stand to see a woman cry! And what made
matters worse, I knew Janet was not the kind of woman who turned on the
waterworks at the drop of a hat. Something must be really fucking wrong! I
went over and knelt down by her chair and took her in my arms, putting her
head on my chest and stroking her long hair.

"Whatever it is, babe, we can handle it. I promise." I said.

She finally stopped crying and pulled back from my arms. Her green eyes
looked deep into mine.

"I went to the doctor today." she said quietly.

"Are you sick?" I asked, scared to death that something was terribly wrong
with her.

"No. I'm pregnant." she said.

Holy, fuck! It hit me like a ton of bricks! Janet was pregnant! She was
going to have a baby! Then the 2nd part hit me just as hard - that baby was
MINE! It was nothing I planned but I was finally going to get my wish! I
was going to be a father! I was going to have a kid! God! I wished I could
reach Matt to tell him the good news! Then, just as quick came the thought
that it might not be such good news to Matt. He might not find the news
good at all. All these thoughts raced through my head in seconds. Then I
remembered Janet and I looked at her. She was looking at me funny, like she
could see all the things I was thinking. I grinned at her.

"Babe! That's the most incredible news I've ever heard!" I said and hugged
her.

"You mean you're happy?" she asked, a bit perplexed.

"Fuck, yes, I'm happy!" I told her. "The one thing I've always wanted in
the world was a son!"

"Well...there's no guarantee that it will be a boy..." she started to say.

"Honey, no matter what it is, I'll love it! I want children! I want to be a
father! But, I'm telling you. This is going to be a boy! I can feel it!" I
babbled.

Finally she began to smile. I guess she figured I'd freak and run out on
her. Little did she know that there was no fucking way I would ever walk
out on a child of mine! This was what I wanted more than anything in the
world and now I had it. I hadn't known how I was going to accomplish this,
but quite by accident I did. The only fly in the ointment was Matt.

How would he feel about this? I knew I would have to marry Janet. My child
was not going to be born without my name! But what would Matt say about me
being married? And not to him?  Would he love me enough to keep right on
with our relationship having to hide it? I wished again that I could reach
him, that I could somehow talk to him about all of this. But there was no
way.  Regardless of the fact that the 'Cold War' was over, communications
between the US and the Embassy in Moscow were still monitored. I couldn't
take the chance of Naval Intelligence finding out about Matt and my's
relationship. I'd just have to make the decisions on my own and hope that
Matt will understand.

"We'll have to get married right away. I don't want my son being born
without his parents being married." I told Janet.

"Eric. We don't have to do that." Janet said.

"Yes, we do. I grew up without a mom. My son is not going to grow up
without a father." I said.

Janet smiled at me. I guess she thought the same thing I did. I would learn
much later that she had far different thoughts in her mind. She was in love
with me. She was thrilled to be carrying my baby. I, on the other hand,
liked her but was totally in love with the baby she was carrying.  Neither
one of us realized that the seeds of the destruction of our marriage were
sown before we ever even got married.

We went to bed that night and fucked. No condoms this time or ever
again. No need for them.  The next day, I went to see my commanding officer
and asked his permission to marry Janet. This is required in the
military. Permission is almost never denied - unless you're trying to marry
a foreign national which the military suspects of being a spy or saboteur
or something. I explained the situation to the Captain who was also rather
surprised at my happiness at getting Janet pregnant. I guess he was far
more used to young Marines who ended up having to get married because of a
pregnancy but not really wanting to. The Captain had me talk to one of the
base Chaplains and it was arranged for Janet and I both to meet with him
that evening.

We met with the Chaplain who explained to us that it would take about a
week for all of the paperwork to be processed so we set the wedding for a
the following Saturday. It would not be a big wedding at all. Basically it
would be just me and Janet, the Chaplain and the Chaplain's wife as
witnesses. I really didn't have any close friends and neither did
Janet. The only person I wished could be there was in Moscow. Probably
freezing his nuts off!

I thought that Janet would ask her parents to be part of the wedding but
she told me that she didn't want them there. I knew she wanted nothing to
do with them, but I told her she should at least tell them that she was
getting married. She told me that she already had told them, by phone.
They told her she was making a horrible mistake marrying me and that I
would never amount to anything and she would end up poor and alone with me
not being able to provide for her. She told me that she simply hung up on
them at that point.

I was stunned. These fucking people didn't even know me! They'd never met
me and they had already decided that I was a worthless, good-for-nothing
loser. I was furious! I asked Janet just how they arrived at this
conclusion?

"I told them that you were a Marine and then they asked where you were
from. I told them Georgia and that's when they started in on me." she said
quietly.

"Son of a bitch! Those bastards!" I fumed.

"I told you I wished they were dead sometimes." she said.

"Did you tell them you were pregnant?" I asked.

"No. That never came up." she said.

"Good! Because I don't want them knowing that you are. I don't want our
child to EVER have contact with those two assholes!" I all but screamed.

"We certainly agree on that!" Janet said.

"Babe, I'm really sorry." I told her.

"What for? You didn't do anything! They're the problem! As far as I'm
concerned, I don't want to ever see or speak to them for the rest of my
life. From now on, it's going to be as if they were dead!" now Janet was
just as angry as I was.

We stood there fuming for a few more minutes and then I looked at her and
she looked at me and, all of a sudden, we both just broke out laughing! Her
parents were assholes! So what? They had nothing to do with our lives and
never would.

The following Saturday, in a little chapel on the base at Camp Pendelton,
Janet became Mrs. Eric Meadows. I was surprised by one person who did show
up for the wedding. My commanding officer. He told me that he tries to be
at any weddings of the men under his command. He said that I was part of
the Marine Corps family and he was there representing that family. It was a
really nice gesture that both Janet and I appreciated.

After the wedding, we drove back to her apartment. Now that we were
married, I had moved my things there the night before. As a married
Corporal, I had the right to either live off-base or occupy family quarters
on the base. Since family quarters required being on a waiting list, we
decided to live in Janet's apartment until something opened up on the
base. We were told it shouldn't take that much time. Marines were being
transferred in and out of Pendelton all the time.

When Janet was six months pregnant, they did an ultra-sound on her and we
found out for sure that the baby she was carrying was a boy. I couldn't
have been happier. It was my dream come true. A son!

It was about this time that base housing opened up for us and we found
ourselves living in a small, two-bedroom bungalow. Our first house. It was
also about this time that I was promoted to Sergeant and was teaching
weaponry full time. My life, from all outside appearances, should have been
happy. Instead I was more and more miserable. I was eagerly looking forward
to the birth of my son, but nothing else in my life was right. I felt like
such a hypocrite! I wasn't heterosexual but here I was leading a typical
heterosexual lifestyle! Well, except that every so often, I would sneak off
base for a few hours and find men to have sex with, like Jason. But, then
again, I found that a lot of the guys I was having sex with were in the
same boat that I was. They were 'straight' to the outside world and hunting
cock in the shadow world of parks, public bathrooms and adult bookstores.

I missed Matt! More than anything else, I missed him. I thought that
everything would be ok if he could just be near me again. If I could just
lay in his arms, feel him touch me and tell me how much he loved me - then
everything would begin to make sense again. But there was no indication
that anything was going to change anytime soon.

I was able to keep most of what I was feeling from Janet - mostly because
she was so naturally self-absorbed in the development and birth of our
son. I was able to stop having sex with her because of concerns for the
baby - or at least so I said. What this did, of course, was to make my
clandestine sexual pursuits happen even more often. My life was now so
complicated! And I knew it was somehow all my fault. In fact, because of
all the complications, I nearly missed the birth of my son.

I had learned all the places on base where sex was available with other
Marines if that's what you wanted. And I did. That night, I'd met this real
hunk of a young Lance Corporal and we had gone out behind one of the rifle
ranges and I had fucked his ass and sucked his cock until we were both
exhausted. I drove home, expecting to just crash and lose myself in the
oblivion of sleep. Instead, when I got home, Janet was waiting for me to
take her to the hospital. The labor pains had started about an hour
before. I got her into the truck and drove like mad for the base
hospital. We made it to the labor room, but just made it! The nurses got me
dressed in a hospital gown and mask and I was standing there watching when,
in what seemed like a very short time, I saw my son's head begin to crown -
pushing through the vaginal lips. Then his head and finally Troy Randall
Meadows entered the world!

We had chosen the name Troy because we both liked it. I had insisted on
Randall because that was Pop's name and Janet agreed. The doctor's put Troy
into Janet's arms and then had me cut the umbilical cord. Before he was
taken away to be cleaned up and weighed, Janet handed me this tiny,
wiggling bundle of blankets and newborn and I stood there, holding my son
for the first time.  I couldn't speak. I was so moved when I looked down
into his little red face that tears were literally pouring from my eyes.

A nurse finally took Troy from me and I leaned over and kissed Janet on the
forehead and thanked her for giving me such a beautiful son. She smiled up
at me, but I could see that she was exhausted. They took her to her room
and I left the hospital after having one more look at Troy in the
nursery. He lay there in a small, plastic crib, bundled up in a small blue
blanket with a little knit cap on his head. I swear he looked right at me
with his big blue eyes! It was probably one of the happiest moments of my
life.

I didn't know what to do at that point, I headed home and sat at the
kitchen table with a bottle of Jack Daniels and got drunk, supposedly in
celebration. But it wasn't completely a celebration because before I passed
out completely, I remember all too clearly putting my head down on the
table and crying my eyes out. I now had a son, but my heart was torn apart!
I wanted Matt. I wanted him close to me. I wanted him to share this moment
with me. But he was thousands of miles away.

I took great delight in taking care of my son - even changing his dirty
diapers! I would sit and hold him and rock him for hours. Janet was
constantly telling her friends how much help I was with Troy which made her
friends rather jealous since most of them couldn't get their husbands to do
anything with their babies. I took over the night feedings, allowing Janet
to get some rest. It exhausted me, but it gave me completely private time
with my son. I sat there, in the dark of night, with him in my arms,
feeding him, burping him, and rocking him back to sleep. I loved that
little boy with more love than I ever thought I was capable of. Many
mornings Janet would awaken to find my side of the bed empty. She always
knew where to look for me. She would go into the nursery and find me,
sitting in the rocker, Troy in my arms and both of us asleep.

The next six months were a period of astounding growth for Troy. He learned
to sit up and before we knew it, was crawling all over the place. He'd even
started to take some tentative steps towards walking, learning to pull
himself up by attaching himself to my pants-leg and pulling himself up
until he was standing and looking at me. As attached as I was to Troy, the
feelings appeared to be mutual. Oftentimes, when he would cry, it was me
who could calm him faster. I held him so much that I quickly learned to do
almost everything one-handed because one arm had him in it. He was also
beginning to talk! Not sentences or anything, but certain words. The first
word he ever clearly said was "Dahhh-dee!". I held him in my arms and cried
when he said it the first time.

Things went along pretty well during that period. Janet and I were doing
ok. She was a good friend, almost like a sister. Oh, we occasionally had
sex. It was my only sexual outlet during this time because, since Troy's
birth, I'd not gone out 'hunting' preferring to spend time with my son.
Janet worked nights at the PX so that she could be with Troy during the
day. This made day-care unnecessary. Janet and I agreed that we'd rather
take care of Troy than have strangers doing it.

On a rare night off for Janet, she had shooed me out of the house to go to
the NCO club for a few drinks telling me that I needed time by myself. I
couldn't tell her that time by myself was the last thing I needed. Whenever
I had time to myself, away from Troy, all I could do was think of Matt and
how badly I missed him.

That night, I'd had maybe 3 or 4 beers and was sitting alone at a table in
the corner of the club.  My head was down and I was, as usual, thinking
about Matt and hurting so bad I was nearly in tears. I suddenly saw a pair
of very shiny boots stand next to me and as I looked up the olive drab
pants to the uniform shirt, I mentally noted what a good body this Marine
had. But then I looked up and saw the face and my heart all but stopped in
my chest! It was MATT!!!

I leaped up and threw my arms around him! I didn't care if I was in the
fucking NCO club! It was Matt! But he didn't return the hug. Instead he
pulled my arms from around his neck and pushed me away. I looked at him
quizzically and I could see that he was angry - very angry! I didn't
understand. It was just getting through the fog of alcohol in my brain that
something was very wrong here, but I couldn't comprehend what.

"We need to talk." Matt said, his voice rough with anger.

"Sure!" I said, not understanding what was happening at all.

"Outside." Matt said and strode toward the door.

I followed him. When we got outside, he walked around the building to where
there were shadows. I again followed him. I just couldn't understand what
was going on. I walked up to him and then next thing I knew, his fist
lashed out and landed right on my jaw and I crumpled and lay on the ground!
Matt had hit me! I tried to get up and I'd no more gained my feet then he
hit me again! This time, I hit the ground and stayed there. I almost
blacked out. I started crying. I was hurt and humiliated and I couldn't
understand what was happening.

"I ought to kill you, you son-of-a-bitch!" Matt spat at me.

"Why, Matt? Why?" I managed to sob out.

"I get shipped off and you fuckin's go and get fuckin' married, that's
why!" he all but screamed at me.

"It's not what you think, Matt! Please, let me explain!" my sense were
coming back to me.

"There's no fucking way you can explain this!" Matt said, his voice cold
and angry.

"Please, let me! Matt, I love you! I've missed you so much!" I begged,
literally on my knees.

"You have a real fuckin' funny way of showing it, you bastard!" he said,
but I could tell he was calming down some.

"Please, Matt. Please let's go somewhere where we can be alone and I'll
explain everything to you. Please!" I begged again.

I guess I looked pretty pathetic kneeling there on the ground. And, thank
God!, Matt still seemed to have some love left for me because he agreed. We
got in my truck and I drove us back behind the rifle range where I'd had
sex with that hunky Marine the night Troy was born. We were silent during
the drive. I stopped the truck and we both got out. I let down the tailgate
and we both sat down on it, Matt making sure that he was distanced enough
from me that he didn't touch me. My heart was ripping to shreds.

"Ok, fucker, you wanted to talk. Talk!" he said.

So I did. I told him about how his leaving tore me apart. I told him about
Pops dying. I told him about the night that I rescued Janet from the Marine
private. I told him about trying to extricate myself from her without
hurting her. I told him about the night of the party and the drugs and how
we'd ended up having sex and then she got pregnant. I told him about
Troy. And I told him over and over again, how much I loved him, how sorry I
was for fucking things up so badly and ended up, literally on my knees
again, in front of him begging him to forgive me.

He sat there a long time, not looking at me. I remained on my knees, tears
running down my face, waiting. I was like a defendant in a murder trail
waiting for the jury to decide on my fate. Life or Death. It was just that
for me. I couldn't live without his love. If I'd lost that, almost nothing
was worth living for. Except Troy, but I didn't even know if I had the
strength to go on and raise my son without Matt's love.

"Well, you told me from the beginning that you wanted a son." he said,
looking down at me finally.

"But I didn't want it to happen this way!" I pleaded.

"So what way did you think it was going to happen, asshole? To get a kid,
you have to fuck a woman." he said.

"Yeah, I know that! But I didn't want to lose you over it! I swear I can't
take that! If you'll take me back, I'll walk away from Janet and Troy right
now. This minute! I'll get a divorce and never see them again." I said and
the tears began falling from my eyes again.

"You can't fucking do that, shithead! That's your fucking son! You can't
walk out on him!" he screamed at me.

"Why not? If you leave me, life won't be worth living! The only two things
that have kept me from putting a gun in my mouth is the thought of you
finally coming back. And Troy." This last I said quietly.

Matt sat there a while longer in silence. I couldn't see what was going on
in his head. His face was like stone. Then I saw tears start to flow from
his eyes. I reached out to touch him, but I couldn't do it. I was too
afraid that he'd rebuff me again. He must have seen my hand reach out to
him and then pull back because he suddenly grabbed my wrist. His grip was
so tight that it hurt and I let out a quick gasp. He yanked me to my feet
and then he stood and looked me in the eyes.

"I ought to fuckin' walk away from you right now and never see you again! I
ought to beat you to a bloody pulp first and then leave your fuckin' ass
lying in the fuckin' dirt! You know that, don't you!" he screamed at me.

"Yes, Matt. I know." I said quietly hanging my head.

"That's just what I fuckin' ought to do!" he repeated, letting go of my
wrist.

Then he grabbed me in his arms.

"That's what I ought to do, but I can't." he said quietly, almost
whispering it in my ear. "I love you too much! I love you so much it
fuckin' hurts!"

We both stood there crying and holding each other. My mouth sought his and
after over a year, I once again tasted Matt. I no longer knew whether I was
crying from all the pain or crying from the joy of having him back again -
and I didn't give a fuck either way! Even through the tears and the snot
running out of my nose, I could smell his scent again. I could feel the
warmth of his hard body. And I could feel something else. His hard cock
pressing against me.

Up to that moment, the pain and the fear of losing Matt forever had left my
cock a limp as a used rubber. But with the feel of his hardness pressing
against me while he held me so tight in his arms, my cock immediately shot
to full erection and within seconds was leaking cock-snot into my briefs. I
ground my cock against his and we both moaned into each other's mouths.

"God! I've wanted you so bad! I've wanted to fuck you and hold you and love
you! I could fuckin' eat you alive!" Matt moaned, breaking the kiss.

"I'm yours. Take me any way you want. I just want to be close to you
again. I want to smell you again. Taste you again." I swore to him.

We climbed into the bed of the truck and lay down in each other's
arms. Matt lay over me and started opening the buttons on my uniform. I
reached for his and he pushed my hand away.

"No! Me first! I've dreamed about doing this every day for this last year!"
he said.

I lay back and let Matt have his way. He opened my shirt and then pushed
the two pieces of it aside. He ran his hands through the hair on my chest
and I thrilled to his touch. He grabbed one of my nipples and tugged on it
and I moaned and arched my back at the delicious thrills that ran through
my body. Pulling one of my arms above my head, he leaned over and, pushing
the shirt aside with his nose, buried his nose in my sweaty pit inhaling
all of my funk. I could hear him moan as he breathed in all my sweaty
musk. Then I felt his tongue snake out and begin licking through the
sweat-soaked hairs and I about lost it! I could feel my briefs getting
wetter and wetter as my cock pumped out pre-cum like a faucet.

Matt finally raised up and practically ripped the shirt from my upper
body. Then he reached down and undid my buckle and unbuttoned my uniform
pants. These he pulled down until they were below my knees. This left my
white briefs shining in the light of the moon overhead. My cock was tenting
the briefs so that the waist-band in front was pulled away from my body. My
cock was almost visible through the thin material wet with the essences of
my body. Matt leaned down and pressed his face to my cock. I could feel his
hot breath and could feel his teeth as he lightly nipped at my hardon
through my briefs. He licked at the head and then began sucking my pre-cum
from my briefs. I could hear him moaning deep in his throat as he tasted
me.

He all but tore my briefs from my body in his rush to get at me. I lifted
my hips to help him get them off and they quickly joined my pants below my
knees. Matt took my cock into his hand and, pulling down the foreskin began
to lick all over the wet, sensitive head. I was moaning now at the
exquisite torture his tongue was giving the head of my cock. He pulled the
foreskin completely back and the pungent scent of my cock-cheese rose and
filled both our senses. He licked up all of it from under my cock-head,
moaning and relishing this unique essence of my body. Then he plunged his
mouth down until my cock was buried in his throat and his nose was pressed
into my sweaty, musky pubic hairs.

I could feel the tingle in my balls that told me that if Matt continued, I
would lose my load. I didn't want to cum yet, so I begged him to stop.

"Fuck you! I've waited a year for this! I want your load NOW!" he growled
and again buried my cock in the tight sheath of his throat.

I gave in. I understood. I felt exactly the same way! I wanted his cock up
my ass so bad! In all of my playing around, I had kept my promise to
him. Matt's cock was the only cock that ever went up my backdoor! I lay
there and felt the sap begin to rise from my balls and through my cock-
shaft until I blew my load into his sucking mouth.

"FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!" I screamed as I blasted load after slimy load of my
hot cum into his sucking gullet.

Matt swallowed every drop! None leaked out at all. Then he continued to
suck me until I couldn't stand it any longer, my cock was so sensitive. But
he wouldn't pull off! Try as I would, I couldn't get his mouth off my
cock. Finally, the sensitivity became so extreme that I began pissing
uncontrollably in his mouth!

As soon as my piss filled his mouth, he slowed down and began drinking my
piss. I reached down and gently caressed his head while he moaned and
swallowed my hot, yellow juice. I realized that was what he was after and I
was more than happy to give it to him. It was our ritual, part of our
bonding. I knew that before this night was over, I would drink from his
body as well.

When he had drunk down all of my piss, he moved up my body and again kissed
me deeply, sharing just a little of my own piss with me. I wrapped my arms
around him and held him tight.  There were tears slowly running down my
cheeks and he began licking them off.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm just so incredibly happy to have you here
with me again." I said. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you."

"Well, you did! Imagine how I felt when I found out that you were married
to a woman and had a kid! I figured you had felt so guilty about us that
you ran into marriage so that you'd never see me again!" he said.

"Oh, Matt! I understand that it might have looked that way, but don't you
know by now how much I love you? Don't you have any idea how much you mean
to me?" I asked.

"I do now. When you offered to leave your son to be with me, that's when I
knew. But you can't do that, Eric! Promise me you won't." Matt plead with
me.

"I won't do that. But you have to promise that you'll continue to love
me. I know you could get transferred again. I can accept that. But don't
you ever stop loving me!" I begged.

"I can't stop loving you! I tried. God knows I tried! It near drove me
insane to be so far away from you! And then when I came back...no, I
understand now. I won't ever stop loving you." he said and I could hear in
his voice the solemn promise.

"Because I'll never, ever stop loving you. You've got my word on that." I
said.

And as another man raised in the South, Matt knew what that meant. A true
Southern man would rather die than break his word. As my Pop always taught
me, "Son, your word is your bond.".

"I think we just got married." Matt grinned at me.

"No. We just renewed our wedding vows. We always were married. Ever since
that night that you first put your head on my chest." I smiled. "By the
way, I always wanted to ask you. Were you really asleep when you did that?"

Matt laughed loud and hard.

"Fuck no! I just knew that you were never, ever going to make the first
move!" he chortled as he finally calmed down.

"Yeah, I always figured that!" I said.

"Oh, you did, huh? And what was your first clue, Sherlock?" he grinned at
me.

"That big fuckin' hardon pokin' into my thigh!" I laughed.

"What, you ain't never got a boner in your sleep, boy?" he asked.

"Let's just say, it was aimed just a little to well to be accidental!" I
grinned.

"I wanted you so bad that night. About as bad as I want you now!" he said.

"So why were you so all fired scared to fuck me the first time?" I asked.

"I figured you'd get to likin' it so much, you'd never want to fuck me
again!" he laughed.

"Oh, I'll fuck that ass of your, all right! But you gotta fuck me first! I
gotta feel you inside me!  Please?" I begged.

"Your ass is mine! I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't walk!" he growled.

"Yeah, yeah! I've heard that before!" I laughed.

"And I'm gonna keep doing it until you can't!" he laughed. "But you got too
fuckin' many clothes on, boy! Uniform of the day is skin!"

We both hopped up in the bed of the truck and stripped off all our
clothes. I took the opportunity to go into the glove compartment of the
truck to get a small tube of KY jelly that I kept there.

"What are you doin'?" Matt said, leaning over the wall of the truck bed.

"Gettin' some grease! You don't expect to shove that goddamn log of yours
up my butt after a year with no grease do you?!" I responded.

"I figure if it ain't spit, it ain't love!" he laughed.

"Well, you can start with the spit 'cause I surely do want your fuckin'
tongue up my butt again before you fuck me. But after that, use this!" I
said, tossing him the tube.

"What the fuck's this?" he asked.

"Some stuff I got from the pharmacy. It's what the doc's use when they poke
their fingers up your butt for a prostate examination." I told him. "Washes
off with water - not like that goddamn Vaseline that won't wash off for
shit!"

"Yeah! I remember! My cock was greased up all the time when we were
together!" he laughed.  "Anything's better'n that stuff. I remember when we
were just inducted and they gave us the old finger up the butt! I hated
it. Now, I don't mind it at all, but I don't dare tell the doc that!"

"Fuck, when you were fuckin' me all the time, I could barely feel his
finger goin' in!" I howled as I climbed back in the truck bed.

"Guess there are some advantages to likin' guys!" he smiled.

I leaned over and kissed him.

"One in particular I can think of." I said.

"What?" he asked.

"Making love with you." I said quietly.

>From there on there were no words spoked for a long while. Matt ate my
butt until I thought I would pass out from the desire to feel his huge cock
spreading the soft tissue of my ass again. He worked me up real slow,
though. I found out I wasn't kiddin' about the problems of not being fucked
for a year! It hurt almost as bad as the first time. But my ass quickly
became adjusted to it's old friend and soon Matt was pounding away in my
hole until we both came screaming out our love for each other.

Then he collapsed on top of me and I held him in my arms. I kept thinking
of what I would have given over the last year, just to do that! No matter
what, we had to find a way to stay together. I couldn't take another
separation from him! It just hurt too much.

After Matt recovered some of his strength, he got down and sucked his cum
out of my ass, making my sore asslips feel so good! He shared some of his
load from my ass with me, our tongues dancing in and out of each other's
mouths.

"Matt...don't you need to piss?" I asked quietly.

"Fuck, yeah! I do!" he grinned.

I got down and put his cock in my mouth. I first cleaned it of his cum and
my ass juices then I just held it in my mouth and waited for the piss to
start. I didn't have to wait long. First a spurt, then a trickle and then a
gush of piss filled my mouth and I started swallowing quickly. As I sucked
down his golden nectar, I realized that we were almost completely 'one'
again. Only one last act of 'marking territory' remained. When I finished
drinking down his last few spurts of piss, I rolled him onto his stomach
and got down between his legs and buried my face in his butt.

I spread his muscular cheeks with my hands and ran my nose up and down his
butt-trench taking deep breaths of his scent. It was dark, masculine and
strong. Sweat, musk, ass-juices and something uniquely Matt assailed my
nose and I couldn't get enough of the aroma. But after a short while,
sniffin' wasn't gettin' it'! My tongue came out and I began to lick him,
stem to stern!  Or at least balls to lower back. The tart, tang of his butt
was like 'food for the gods' to me. I finally concentrated on his puckered
hole, digging in and licking out everything I could find there.  Then I
began the attack on his hole in earnest! My tongue pierced his opening,
time after time, driving deeper each time until I was tongue fucking him as
deep as I could reach. He moaned and wiggled his butt all through this,
pushing back, trying to get even more of my tongue up him.

I grabbed the tube of KY and began lubing up his hole. Starting with one
finger until I quickly reached three of my fingers up his butt, I opened
Matt's hole for my cock. I had wanted to be in this ass for a year now and
it was hard to wait even the little time it took to get him ready. I
finally had him moaning and begging for me to shove my cock in him so,
taking him at his word, I got between his legs and slid my cock between the
cheeks of his butt and headed for his hole. My cock breached his sphincter
with almost no problem and I gently slid the rest of the way until my bone
was completely buried in his butt. His ass muscles locked down hard and
tight around my rod and I couldn't move. I rested on his back, licking and
sucking at the skin on his shoulders and neck while his talented ass
muscles massaged my cock.

"Welcome home, lover." he murmured to me. "That hole has sure missed you!"

"No more than I missed you. Believe that!" I said.

"I do. But I'd believe it more if you'd pound the fuck outa my hole like it
needs right now!" he grinned over his shoulder at me.

I leaned forward until our lips could just touch. I gave him a quick kiss
and then raised up and started doing exactly what he asked for - pounding
his hole! His ass muscles relaxed and my cock slid in and out of him at a
rapid rate. The hot, wetness of the inside of his body was so exciting, so
stimulating that I knew this would not be a long fuck!

I pulled back and out of him, hearing his grunt of disappointment at having
his hole empty so soon. I grabbed his hips and pulled him up to his knees
so that I could fuck him doggie style. I also grabbed the tube of KY and
re-greased his butt, my cock and my hand then I shoved my cock back in his
hole and leaned over his back and grabbed his hard cock in my greasy
hand. I worked his cock in the same rhythm that my cock was plundering his
hole. I could hear him grunting along with me and I knew we were both well
on our way to cumming. I could hear my hips slapping against his
butt-cheeks and could feel my balls slamming into his. I pounded on -
harder and harder, faster and faster until I could feel that tingle in my
nuts which announced that all system were 'good to go' and 'firing order
has commenced'!

With both of us moaning like a couple of polecats, I started shooting hot
loads of spoonge up his hole the same time his hot load was shooting out of
his cock as I jacked him off. I must have shot at least a dozen times up
his butt and could feel my cum seeping out of his hole around my cock
before I even stopped shooting. When I had, I quickly pulled out of his
shit chute and locked my mouth to his gaping hole. I licked and sucked as
much of my cum out of his hole as I could get, holding some in my
mouth. Matt turned over and I crawled on top of him, pressing my mouth to
his and letting my hot load, fresh from his hole, slide into his mouth to
share with him. Our tongues fought a duel over the slick cum which I would
say was a draw - or rather, we both won!

Then we lay there, in each other's arms, looking up at the stars or into
each other's eyes. In one night, the world had gone from a cold, lonely,
confusing place to one of happiness, contentment and love. My lover was in
my arms once more. What could be better than that? Well...having my lover
and a son!

"You know Janet's going to be dying to meet you." I said.

"You're kidding!" Matt said, looking at me quizzically.

"Nope. She knows about you." I told him.

"What, may I ask, does she know?" he asked, skepticism in his voice.

"She knows that you're my best friend in the whole world and someone I care
very deeply about."  I answered.

"And...?" he urged me on.

"And nothing. She doesn't know that you're my lover and there's no reason
right now for her to find out." I said.

"Well...I guess I agree with that." Matt said.

"And besides, you have to meet Janet!" I said.

"And why is that?" he asked.

"Because how else are you ever going to get to meet my son, Uncle Matt?" I
grinned.

"Oh, so it's Uncle Matt now, is it?" he laughed.

"Yeah! You gotta see him, Matt, he's beautiful." I said.

"If he looks anything like his Daddy, he surely must be!" he said, bending
down and giving me a soft kiss.

"You South Carolina boys do know how to turn a girl's head!" I mocked in a
high pitched voice and then cracked up laughing.

Matt laughed along. We talked some more and then it was time for me to get
home. Matt wrote down the barracks he was staying in and we arranged for
him to come to the house the next night.  Janet had the night off again and
he could finally meet my wife and son. We figured we would just play things
by ear from there and see how it played out. We kissed deeply and then put
our clothes on and I drove him back to his barracks. All the way back to my
house, I kept finding myself whistling and I know I had a grin from ear to
ear on my face.

The End of Part 21 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - ERIC'S STORY 5

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