Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2002 16:19:40 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 22

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 6
Part 22

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

By RimPig (c) 2002

When I got home that night, I told Janet about Matt's return from
overseas. I was surprised at her reaction. She seemed almost as happy as I
was! She told me that she had hoped for a long time that he would come back
because she could tell how much I missed him. I had to agree with that.
She spent the next day shopping and fixing a huge meal for us to welcome
him home, just like she had fixed for me that first night we had dinner
together.

I admit I was a little nervous about this meeting. I wanted so much for
Janet and Matt to like each other. It would make things so much easier if
they did. When I went to pick up Matt at his barracks, I found out that he
was even more nervous that I was.

"Matt, calm down. She's gonna love you! She's been cooking all day making a
special dinner just to welcome you back!" I told him.

"Yeah, she might not be so happy if she knew the truth." he said quietly.

"No, she probably wouldn't be. But how would her knowing the truth help
anybody? It would just hurt everybody involved. And there's no reason for
her to know. We talked about that." I said.

"Yeah, I know. It's just that I don't know if I can hide how I feel about
you." he said.

"You can't. And I can't hide the way I feel about you. But all Janet's
going to figure is that we are really close friends - more like brothers,
which is how I explained it to her in the beginning." I told him. "She
doesn't need to know you fucked both your brothers!"

He was caught off guard by that and it took a moment, but then he started
howling with laughter.  It was enough to break the tension.

The dinner was perfect and what was the best part of the evening was
watching Matt holding my son. I took a picture of them, Matt in the rocking
chair, Troy asleep in his arms. Troy had been fussy when I picked him up
out of the cradle. As usual, he quieted right down as soon as I took him in
my arms. I didn't know what would happen when I handed him to Matt who I
had sit in the rocking chair. But when I put Troy in his arms, Troy looked
up at the man who was my lover and cooed at him then drifted right off to
sleep. I think even Matt was amazed. He looked up at me and I could see
tears glistening in his eyes.

"He's so beautiful! He looks just like you!" Matt whispered.

"And he seems to love his Uncle Matt already." I said.

Matt actually blushed at this.

The rest of the evening went fine. Matt and I told old 'war' stories about
boot-camp and other funny things that we had encountered during our time in
the Corps. Matt told us all about his duty in Moscow. All in all the
evening was a success. When I went to drive Matt back to his barracks,
Janet pulled him down to hug and kiss him. She told him that he was to
consider our house as his house and to spend as much time with me as he
wanted. She told him she knew how much I had missed him and how happy she
was that I finally had my friend home. On the way back to his barracks,
Matt and I detoured to the back of the firing range again where had a
wonderful 69 in the back of the truck before I drove him home. I came home
and was still horny, remembering the taste and feel of Matt. I took a
shower and then took Janet to bed. I fucked her with more interest and
vigor than I think I ever had. She was pleasantly surprised!

The next night, Matt came over as soon as we were both off duty. Janet was
just getting ready for work. She had dinner for both of us in the oven. As
soon as she left, Matt and I both got naked and started playing
around. Then I heard Troy in his cradle wake up and start crying. I knew
what that meant - he heard Daddy and he wanted my attention. Without
thinking of anything, I went into the nursery and brought Troy out of his
cradle. I brought him to the living room where Matt was and we ended up,
all three of us naked (I'd taken off Troy's diaper to change it and just
cleaned him off and left him naked for a while.) and playing on the
floor. Matt and I, playing with my son, just like he was our child. Troy
loved the attention from two males and he smiled a lot at Matt - kind of
like he was flirting with him or something.

"I think he really likes you!" I said to Matt as Troy was laying in his
arms and clutching Matt's chest hair in his little hand.

"Yeah, he seems to really like my hair! Oww!" Matt yelped when Troy tried
to pull out a hand full.

"Yeah, forgot to warn you! He loves to try to pull mine out, too!" I
laughed.

"Hey, little buddy! Uncle Matt want's to keep all the chest hair he's
got. You can play with it but you can't pull it out. Your Daddy wouldn't
like it much. He wouldn't have anything to run his fingers through." Matt
said to Troy, who lay there looking up at him as if he could actually
understand him.

"So you noticed that, did you?" I smiled.

"Since our first night together. As I remember, you could barely keep your
fingers out of it!" Matt smiled back at me.

We played with Troy for a while until he fell asleep again, this time in
Matt's arms again. Then we put him back in his crib. Matt and I went back
to the living room and made love on the couch.  Neither one of us felt
comfortable about making love in the bed that Janet and I shared. We ate
dinner and just sat around and talked. It was so good, so comfortable to be
with Matt again. We ended up making love again and then took a shower
together, having a fun 'piss fight' first, of course. We got dressed and
waited for Janet to get home from work and then I drove Matt back to his
barracks.

That pretty well set the tone for our time together. Matt would come over
every night when he got off duty, we'd play with Troy, eat and make love to
each other. On the weekends, he'd come over and spend time with Janet and
me and then sometimes we'd head out to the NCO club for a beer or just go
back behind the rifle range and fuck like rabbits for a couple of
hours. For me, it was the ideal existence. I knew that Matt would have
preferred if he and I lived together but he also understood that this would
mean me leaving Troy - something that he was also opposed to.  Matt seemed
to bond strongly with my son which caused me no end of joy. It was obvious
that Troy loved his 'Uncle Matt' and it was equally obvious that Matt was
devoted to him.

When Troy was almost four years old, one night Matt and I were giving him a
bath. He liked the attention of both of us. He seemed hard pressed to
decide who's lap he wanted to sit on most of the time. He'd go back and
forth between me and Matt. When it came time for his bath, he wanted us
both to bathe him. I suppose a lot of people would laugh to see two large
Marines bathing a three year old. But is was fun and just one more thing
that Matt and I loved to do together. One thing that shocked both Matt and
I was that every time we bathed him, he would get a hardon. I didn't even
realize that kids his age got hardons but evidently they do. At any rate,
this night, Troy informed us that he didn't want a bath! He wanted to take
a shower like Matt and I did!

I recognized this for what it was, he was starting to become independent
and wanted to be a "big boy". He saw Matt and I take showers and he wanted
to be just like us. I told him he was too young to take a shower by
himself. He shocked me by saying that he didn't want to take a shower by
himself! He wanted to take a shower with me and Uncle Matt! Now, Matt and I
were never shy around Troy. He'd seen us naked plenty of times, in fact, we
usually got naked to give him a bath because we'd just get drenched anyway
because Troy loved splashing water while we was getting washed. But this
was a little different. Troy knew that Matt and I showered together
sometimes but he did not know what we did in the shower. Those showers that
Matt and I took often were sexual outlets, not to mention our 'piss
fights'.

I looked over at Matt, my eyes questioning what he thought about Troy's
idea. Matt just smiled back at me.

"If the little feller wants to take a shower with both of us, that's fine
with me." Matt said, ruffling Troy's blond hair.

"Are you sure?" I asked Matt. "What if somebody gets 'aroused'?"

"Eric, hardons are a fact of life with males. Why Troy's been gettin' them
all the time when we give him a bath. If one of us gets one, so what? It
ain't the havin' one that's the problem. It's what you do with it!" he
laughed.

So off the three of us trooped to the bathroom. There was barely enough
room in that bathtub/shower for Matt and me and adding Troy made it a
really tight squeeze. We put Troy in the middle between us and both washed
him as usual. As usual, he got a hardon while our hands soaped his young
body. Actually, Troy's hardon was useful because I had made sure that he
was uncut like his Daddy and with his foreskin already retracted, it was
easier to clean the 'head cheese' off his little cock. I knew that this was
one of Troy's favorite parts of getting a bath.  Particularly since he
demanded that both Matt and me take turns cleaning his little cock. Matt
and I managed not to get full erections but I noticed both our cocks were a
little plumped up by the end of the shower. I saw Troy looking at our cocks
and at his own. Like any male, he was comparing. I told him that his cock
would be as big as Daddy's and Uncle Matt's when he grew up. I didn't want
him getting a 'complex' or something because he was so tiny compared to us.

I look back on these times as some of the happiest I ever spent. It was all
really innocent fun for Troy. He really loved me and Matt. It was obvious
that my little boy was going to grow up preferring the company of guys. I
didn't know if that was going to make him Gay as well, but I certainly
wouldn't stop loving him if it did!

When Troy was about five or six, Matt came over one night all excited. He'd
found a cabin in some wilderness about an hours drive from the base that we
could rent. The cabin was by a lake that promised good fishing as well as
swimming. Of course, it would also afford us great privacy so that we could
make love all day long if we wanted to and nobody would know anything about
it. I thought it sounded like a great idea but there was a fly in the
ointment - Troy! I knew he would have a fit that Daddy and Uncle Matt were
going somewhere he couldn't go. Hell! The kid went just about every place
with us. He even went to the NCO club with us sometimes and sat there
drinking Cokes while Matt and I downed our beers. It was really something
to see all the other Marines come over to the table to meet Troy and play
with my little boy. He got to be quite a popular guy round the club,
getting to know most of the Marines who hung out there. And Troy was
certainly a charmer! I saw tough D.I.'s, who you'd swear had no heart at
all, become putty in Troy's little hands. They all loved him.

"What about Troy?" I asked Matt. "You know he's going to want to go with
us."

"I already thought about that. The cabin's got two bedrooms. There's a
small one downstairs and then there's a loft with a king-sized bed in it. I
figure we'll sleep upstairs and Troy can sleep in the little bedroom
downstairs." Matt told me.

"Well, yeah. That would work." I said. "Now it's just a matter of how Janet
is going to take this idea of us being gone for a whole weekend."

That proved to be the easiest part of all! Janet was all in favor of us
going off for the weekend. As she said, it would give her some time to
herself without having Troy and me 'underfoot'. She only had one 'rule' -
we were to leave any fish we caught there! Janet hated fish and told me she
didn't want them smelling up the house. This suited me just fine - that
meant that Matt and I didn't have to do so much fishing to prove what we'd
been doing. So the next Friday afternoon, Matt and I took off early and
picking up Matt from school, headed up to the cabin.

We stopped on the way and picked up food, beer and some sodas for Troy and
got to the cabin late in the afternoon. The place was absolutely
beautiful. It was a large "A-frame" with glass on two sides and a beautiful
view of a lake. It was way back in the woods at the end of a long, unpaved
road and Matt told me our nearest neighbor was over two miles away which
meant that we could go naked all the time if we wanted to and nobody would
see us. Inside the cabin was beautiful. There was a kitchen, living and
dining area on the first floor along with a small bedroom on one side and a
bathroom with a large shower on the other. A circular staircase led to the
loft which held a king-sized bed and two closets but had view of the lake
behind the bed through the glass wall and a view of the woods in front of
the cabin across the opening to the living room below.

We'd hardly gotten the food and stuff put away when Troy started begging to
go swimming. He'd been swimming since he was three, Janet having enrolled
him in a swimming course at the local Y, so we all stripped and headed down
the dock that led from the back deck of the cabin to the lake.  Since it
was just us 'guys' and there was nobody else around, we told Troy that we
could go 'skinny-dipping'. He was thrilled! Troy didn't seem to like
clothes any more than Matt and I did.  When ever he had a chance to be
naked, that's the way you would always find him. The water in the lake was
chilly but what with all the splashing and playing around in the water, we
soon warmed up. We played and swam for about an hour and then the three of
us got out and lay in the sunshine on the dock, letting the air dry us as
we talked. Troy always wanted to lay between Matt and me so that he could
touch or be touched by both of us. When it was his bedtime and Matt was at
the house, Troy always insisted that both of us put him to bed, just as he
always insisted that Janet and I do it together if we were home with him.

We fixed dinner and ate and then sat around talking. Matt and I would sit
on the couch and Troy would insist that we sat close enough together so
that he could have his head and shoulders in one of our laps and his legs
and feet in the other's. When Matt and I told him it was time to get a
shower, he raced to the bathroom and stood there waiting for us to join
him. I'd never seen a kid so eager to take a shower. I knew it was because
he was going to get lots of attention from both of us. Troy seemed to
delight in having Matt and I washing him, spreading the slick soap all over
his body. Sometimes, he would reach up with soapy hands and wash us,
especially when Matt or I would squat down in the shower and let him lather
up and run his fingers through our chest hair.  Ever since he was a baby,
the hairs on our chests seemed to fascinate him.

We tucked him into bed downstairs and then climbed into the loft ourselves
and got into the large bed. We made long, slow, passionate love to each
other that night and fell asleep in each other's arms. I figured that's the
way we would wake up in the morning and maybe start our day with another
round of delighting in each other's bodies. But I was wrong. There was
something I hadn't counted on. When I awoke the next morning, Matt was
facing me. He was asleep with his arm thrown over me but between us, sound
asleep, was Troy! He had sometime during the night crawled into bed with us
and now lay perfectly content between our naked bodies. It was interesting
to me that he never did this with Janet and me. The only time that Troy
ever wanted to sleep in the same bed with me was when Matt and I were in
the bed together or, on the rare occasion when Janet was gone, when it was
me alone.

I went back to sleep and woke up later. This time Matt was spooned to my
back, his morning hardon pressed up against my ass and Troy was now in my
arms, his back to me, cuddled spoon- fashion up against me. Troy's little
butt was pressed into my gut and my morning hardon was peeking out between
his legs. I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to explain my boner if he
woke up. While Troy saw Matt and I naked on a regular basis and I'd seen
him checking out our cocks frequently, as far as I knew he'd never seen
either of us hard. It was about that time that I noticed that Troy was as
hard as we were! Well, that made it much easier! If the boy was getting
morning hardons then it would be easy to explain to him that all guys got
them, including Daddy and Uncle Matt.

Just about that time, I felt Matt moving his cock against me and felt his
mouth begin to lick and suck at my shoulder and neck.

"Matt, we've got company." I said quietly.

He stopped and looked over my shoulder. He could see Troy laying in my arms
asleep.

"Shit!" he whispered. "And I'm horny!"

"Well, now you know what it's like to be married with kids!" I laughed
quietly. "I promise I'll find a way to take care of you later. Just be
patient."

"Ok. But you better take care of this." he laughed as he pushed his hardon
harder against me.

"There's nothing in this world I want to do more." I assured him.

About this time, Troy started to stir in my arms. He rolled over on his
back, freeing my hardon from between his legs and looked up at me. He
smiled and reached up and kissed me.

"Good Morning, Daddy!" he said.

"Hey, there, buddy! What's the matter, you couldn't sleep in your own bed?"
I asked.

"I was lonely. I wanted you and Uncle Matt." he insisted. "Is he awake
yet."

"I'm awake, little buddy." Matt said raising his head up onto my shoulder
so Matt could see him.

Matt got up on his knees so that he could kiss Matt good morning as
well. In doing so, he pressed his hard little cock against me. After
kissing Matt, he sat down, cross-legged, on the bed.

"I want to go fishin'!" he announced.

"Well, I figured that seeing's how your pole's all ready!" I laughed and
reached down and flicked his little hardon with my finger.

"Oooh! That felt good Daddy." he squealed.

"Yeah! I'll bet it did!" I laughed. "All we have to do is tie a line to
that thing and you can just sit on the dock and fish with it!"

"I don't know why it does that, Daddy." he said.

"Well, son, almost all guy's cocks get hard in the morning. See?" I said,
pointing to my own.

"Gee! Your's is big, Daddy!" he exclaimed.

"Your's will be big like Daddy's when you're grown up, too." I told him.

"Is your's that big, Uncle Matt?" Troy asked, rising up and looking over me
at Matt.

"Sure is, little buddy. Men in my family and your Daddy's family all have
big ones." Matt said, rolling back so Troy could see.

"But why do they get hard?" Troy asked me.

My mind raced. I didn't know if this was the right time to go talking about
sex to Troy. But I'd always promised myself that I wouldn't avoid his
questions or lie to him.

"Well, Troy, it's like this. Have you ever touched your cock when it was
hard?" I asked him.

He looked down, like he was ashamed and his voice got very quiet.

"Yes." he said. "Sometimes."

"And it feels really good when you do that, right?" I asked, ignoring his
embarrassment.

"Yeah!" he said, looking up. "How do you know that?"

"Because all guy's cock's feel good when you touch them when they get
hard. It's supposed to be that way." I told him.

"But why?" he asked again.

"Well, Troy, that's because your body is supposed to be enjoyed. There's
lots of things that feel good. Don't kisses and hugs feel good?" I asked.

"Yeah! They feel really good!" he enthused.

"And you do those with your body, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah." he said, the connection apparently starting to dawn on him.

"Well...your cock is another part of your body that you can enjoy because
it feels good. You can play with your cock all you want, but you just don't
do it in front of everybody. That's something you do on your own." I said.

"Do you do it, Daddy?" he asked.

"Yes, Troy, all guys do it." I said.

"Even you, Uncle Matt?" Troy asked.

I had to hold back to keep from laughing. Matt had been listening to this
whole exchange and I bet he thought he was going to get out of having to be
involved! Fat chance! Not with Troy!

"Sure, little buddy! I do it, too. I like to do it. I like to feel good!"
he said, and nudged me in the butt with his hard cock, letting me know
again that he REALLY wanted to do it!

I thought at this point we'd pretty well exhausted the subject of 'boners',
but I hadn't counted on Troy. One of the things that always fascinated me
about my son was his almost insatiable curiosity about things. Once he got
onto something, he didn't let go until he'd figured out everything he
could.

"Do guys play with each other's cocks?" Troy asked, completely innocent of
what he'd just asked.

I almost choked when he asked that! I don't know where the hell this was
coming from. I looked back at Matt who just shrugged his shoulders like
"Damned if I know where he got it!". Some help Uncle Matt was!

"Troy, why would you ask that?" I asked.

I figured that the best offense here was a good defense! I wanted to know
where he got this idea to begin with.

"Well, one day at day-care, me and Tommy Wilson were in the bathroom
peeing. I saw his cock and he saw mine. After we pissed, Tommy asked me
about mine 'cause his isn't like mine." Troy said.

"What do you mean, it isn't like yours?" I asked him.

"He doesn't have skin round his cock like I do." Troy said.

"Oh, I know what you mean. He doesn't have foreskin. That's what that skin
is called, Troy.  Foreskin. They cut it off some boy babies." I told him.

"Oww!" he exclaimed and grabbed his little pecker in his hands, having the
typical male reaction to the thought of anyone cutting on his dick!

"Yeah, I made sure they didn't do it to you, buddy." I smiled and got the
reward of having Troy throw his arms around me and kissing me.

"Thank you, Daddy!" he said.

"So you and Tommy were looking at each other's dicks, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah and we both started to get hard. Tommy asked if he could touch mine
and it felt REALLY good when he did, Daddy! I touched his, too. That felt
good in a different way." he explained.

"Ok, I get it. Yes, Troy, guys do touch each other's cocks sometimes. If
you have another guy playing with your cock and you're playing with his, it
can feel really, really good. But that's something else you do when nobody
else is around. Got me?" I asked.

"Do you and Uncle Matt play with each others cocks sometimes?" Matt asked.

Ok! I REALLY wasn't ready for this question! I looked at Matt
helplessly. What the hell was I going to say? I didn't want to lie to Troy
but I didn't think that I should be telling him something like that either!
Matt winked at me and reached for Troy. He picked him up over me and lay
down, sitting Troy on his hard stomach with Troy's little legs dangling off
the sides of his body.

"Look here, little buddy." Matt said. "Now you didn't tell anybody about
playing with Tommy's cock, did you?"

"No." Troy answered.

"Why not?" Matt asked him.

"Well, I wasn't sure it was right and I didn't want to get into any
trouble." he said.

"But it felt good while you were doing it, didn't it?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, Uncle Matt! It felt REALLY good!" Troy exclaimed.

"Well, Troy. There's a lot of things that you're going to find out in your
life that feel really good.  Now your Daddy and me, we've lived a lot
longer than you. And we've found all kinds of things that feel really
good. Now what you did with little Tommy, it wasn't wrong. But it ain't
nobody else's business but you and Tommy so you don't need to tell anybody
else. And with grown-ups, like your Daddy and me - well, we don't have to
tell what things we do either. When you get older you'll understand this
better. Ok, little buddy?" Matt asked.

"Ok, Uncle Matt!" Troy smiled and leaned forward and gave Matt a kiss.

Matt swatted Troy lightly on the butt.

"Hey! Who in this bed's hungry?" Matt asked.

"ME!!!" Troy screamed.

"Well, then we all ought to go down and get somethin' to eat!" Matt said.

Troy ran to be the first one down the stairs. I held back and when his
little head had disappeared, I turned and kissed Matt deeply. He put his
arms around me and squeezed me.

"I thought that went pretty well." I said laughing.

"I thought I was gonna shit the bed when he came up with that question!"
Matt laughed.

"Well, we better go downstairs before he comes back up here and gets a
visual answer to his question!" I smiled.

"Yeah, I don't think he's quite ready to see Daddy suckin' on Uncle Matt's
cock!" Matt grinned.

"But I will, later! I promise!" I said.

And with this we got up and went downstairs to eat. All talk about cocks
and hardons ended and Troy seemed to be on to other things. I thought that
perhaps in later years there would be a chance for better explanations but
I felt that the one's I'd given him would suffice for now.

We all went down to the dock and went swimming and then we did set Troy up
with a bamboo pole and line and left him fishing on the dock, telling him
the Uncle Matt and I had some other things to do. Those 'other things' of
course were that Matt and I wanted to spend some time alone making
love. Since the bed in the loft was against the large window/wall looking
down on the lake and the dock, we could keep an eye on Troy while we
'played' together in our own way.  It was kind of funny in a way. There we
were, me sucking on Matt's cock while he watched Troy out the window and
then me watching Troy while Matt reamed my hole and shot his load inside
me, getting us both off as usual.

Troy actually caught some fish and Matt cleaned them for him and we fried
them up and made them part of dinner that night. Troy naturally had the
pride of any young boy that he had been able to make this
contribution. Matt and I, of course, highly praised him for his fishing
ability. We put jeans and t-shirts and shoes and all went tramping through
the woods after dinner. Then we sat on the porch in the twilight and
darkness, Troy on my lap and my arms around him, while Matt sat next to me
and has his arm around me. Troy saw an easy affection between Matt and me.
We had discussed this. While we never kissed in front of Troy, we would
occasionally hug or touch one another. We wanted him to understand that
there was nothing wrong with men who cared about each other showing that
they cared. I didn't want him growing up the way I did, afraid to touch
anyone, afraid to need affection until I met Matt and he changed all that
in me.

That weekend at the lake also changed my life. I saw how much I truly did
love Matt and how much of a life we had together. I ached that it could be
this way all of the time, but I wasn't foolish enough to think that it
could. I was still a 'married man'. I knew that if I got a divorce in order
to be with Matt, it would mean giving up my son. In fact, if Janet found
out the real reason that I wanted out of the marriage, there was a strong
possibility that my being Gay would be enough for a court to order that I
could never see my son again! I couldn't risk that and, thank God!, Matt
never asked that of me.

On Sunday afternoon, Troy was again fishing and Matt and I were up in the
loft having just made love. We were laying side by side, looking down at
Troy sitting on the dock.

"I really love that boy." Matt said quietly.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that! He really loves you. And so do I." I
said to him.

"Do you like it here? This cabin?" Matt asked.

"This is about as close to heaven as I think you can get on earth." I said
to him.

"I'm glad. I wanted to share this with you and Troy. Can you get some time
off tomorrow afternoon?" he asked.

"I'm sure I can. Why?" I asked him.

"I need you to meet me down at the 1st State Bank around 1:00 o'clock."
Matt answered.

"Sure, what for?" I was curious - Matt was up to something, but I didn't
know what.

"I need you to sign some papers." he said.

Now my curiosity was really peaked! What the fuck was my lover up to?

"What kind of papers?" I asked.

"Just a deed." he said.

"A deed to what? Matt, what are you up to?!" my curiosity finally got the
better of me.

"This cabin. I'm buying it for us. I want your name on the deed as well as
mine. That way, if anything happens to either one of us, the cabin will
always be here for the other." he said.

My mind reeled! Matt was buying us a home. Not one that we would probably
ever really live in until Troy was grown and moved out on his own, but a
home that we could share a few days at a time. I threw my arms around him
and kissed him deeply.

"I don't believe this! Are you sure you can afford this?" I asked.

"Yeah. My parents sold our home and moved into a small apartment. They said
that now that we were all grown and gone, they didn't need the big house
anymore. They got a lot of money for it and decided to split most of it up
among me and my brothers to avoid taxes. I got plenty to put down on this
place and to buy me a new truck." he told me.

"Oh, God! Matt! This means we have a place that all our own!" I said as I
hugged him.

"Well, yours and mine and that little fisherman down there." Matt said.

"Yes, he really did seem to love it here didn't he?" I said.

"Yeah. And he really seems to be happy anytime that he's with us." Matt
said.

"You've noticed that, have you?" I asked.

"Yeah. I have. I don't want to put ideas in your head because he's so
young, but I've got a feeling that he's gonna grow up a whole lot more like
his Daddy than just looks." Matt said.

"Are you saying you think he's Gay?" I asked.

"I don't know. But it's just the way he looks at me sometimes. And the way
he checks out our dicks any chance he gets." Matt said.

"That's normal with little boys. Hell, didn't you check out other guy's
dicks when you were young? I sure did!" I said.

"Yeah! And look where it got both of us!" Matt laughed and leaned over and
kissed me.

"Ok! You got me there! But I think we ought to wait and see until he's a
little older." I said.

"It wouldn't bother you that he was Gay, would it?" Matt asked me.

"Fuck, no! In fact, I'd be very happy! It would make explaining you to him
a whole lot easier!" I laughed.

"Lover, I don't think you have to explain me to that little boy. I think
he's already figured out that somehow he ended up with two Daddies rather
than one! And as quick and as bright as he is, I bet you he figures out the
rest eventually." he said.

"Well, I hope he can accept it if he does figure it out." I said, the worry
showing in my voice.

"You don't have to worry about that! That boy don't just loves you, he
worships the fuckin' ground you walk on! I've seen the way he looks at you!
Fuck, if he were 20 years older, I'd be fucking jealous!" Matt laughed.

"Oh, then you obviously haven't noticed how he looks at you! I could say
the same thing!" I laughed along with him.

"Well, see there? Now how's he not going to understand us loving each
other. Fuck! He already knows that we do, he just doesn't know how. And I
still don't think the 'how' is gonna bother him in the least." Matt said
pulling me closer to him and wrapping both his arms around me.

As evening fell, we left the cabin and drove back to the base. Matt was
driving and Troy was asleep in my arms. I reached over and took Matt's hand
in mine. He looked over at me and smiled. We didn't need words. The love we
felt for each other was all communicated in that touch of our hands. I was
the most content I ever can remember being in my life.

When we got home, Troy was all full of stories for his mom about the fish
he'd caught and we'd eaten. Janet listened appreciatively and congratulated
him on his accomplishments as a fisherman.  She also thanked me for leaving
the fish there. We got Troy to bed, finally and then went to bed
ourselves. I could tell that she wanted to have sex and I didn't mind in
the least. Having had so much of Matt during the weekend, I was more than
willing to share with her. Since Matt had come home, I had become a better
lover to her. I didn't feel burdened with the guilt of sneaking out to find
male sex anymore and it made me more playful in bed. She certainly noticed
the difference.

"God!" she said, laying there afterwards. "I'm so glad Matt came back!"

"What do you mean?" I asked, afraid of what she might have figured out.

"You used to be so sad all the time and now you're happy. I know he's good
for you. I'm glad that you have him. It makes you so much better to be
around. Not to mention, you're a much better lover than you used to be!"
she said.

"Well, you never complained before." I said, a little hurt by this comment,
but for the life of my I couldn't tell you why!

"No, you always were gentle and considerate - and you always got me off
really good. But now, you seem to enjoy yourself so much more! And so do
I!" she said.

"Well, I'm glad you approve." I said.

"Oh, I do!" she said.

And with that, we drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Matt and I met at the bank and signed the papers making the
cabin ours. Matt was the one who really bought it, but he bought it for
us. When we walked out of the bank, I wanted to grab him and kiss him but,
of course I couldn't. Instead, we drove back to my place. Janet had already
left for work and Troy wouldn't be dropped off from day-care for a couple
of hours yet. I dragged Matt into the bathroom and we got in the shower. We
had a really great piss fight and then he fucked me while I stood, my hands
braced against the shower wall. Half-way through actually showering, I
returned the favor and fucked his ass until we both came, screaming and
grunting like a couple of rutting buffalos!

That cabin became the focus of our life and our love. We got away at least
one weekend a month.  Sometimes Troy went with us, sometimes not. But Matt
and I spent the weekends making love and just being with each other. Janet
never seemed to mind. To her it was just a 'guy thing' - a ritual of 'male
bonding' that she knew she'd never understand. I just let her think
this. It bothered me, sometimes, this double life I was living, but I knew
I would hurt too many people if the truth ever came out.

Matt continued to grow into a strong, healthy boy. His attachment to me and
to 'Uncle Matt' only seemed to grow stronger. I loved him
unconditionally. Just the way I loved his 'Uncle Matt'. I figured that life
was just going to continue to be happy for all of us.

What a fucking fool I was.

The End of Part 22 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - ERIC'S STORY 6

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