Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2002 19:24:05 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGTHER'S EX BOYFRIEND 29

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 29

The Narrator of the story is now Mike Collins - Troy's lover.

By RimPig (c) 2002

When we got upstairs, Troy practically tore my clothes off. I'll admit, his
eagerness was turning me on to no end. But I wondered where this burst of
sexual energy was coming from. Finally naked, I reached to undress him, but
he was too fast for me. He was naked in about two seconds and hopped into
bed, holding the covers back for me. I climbed in beside him and took him
in my arms.

"Ok, what's with the sudden horniness?" I asked.

"I'm just really, really happy!" Troy said. "My Dad is back and loves me as
much as he ever did and I think he's found someone to replace Uncle
Matt. What could be better?" he asked.

"Well...yes. I guess you are right. I'm really glad that you finally worked
out all the stuff with your Dad." I said.

"I've got you to thank for that! You were the one who made me realize that
I didn't hate him. I remember the first time we talked about him, you
saying that he must have been in a lot of pain for him to have done the
things he did to me. You were so right! He told me just a little of what
really happened. He doesn't like to talk about it and after what little he
told me, I understand why! It must have been really horrible. I got to
thinking when he was telling me what happened how I would react if somebody
killed you right in front of me! It was so awful, I couldn't even think
about it for more than a few seconds." he said.

"Your Dad's come a long way for a man who went through something like
that. You should be really proud of him for having the courage to stop
drinking and put his life back together. You should be especially proud of
him for coming here and facing you to tell you he was sorry. That took a
lot of guts, too." I told him.

"Yes, it did. But I'd already really forgiven him so I should get some
credit for not making it hard on him, don't you think?" Troy said.

"Yes, you get a lot of credit for that. You're both very courageous. But,
then again, the 'acorn doesn't fall far from the tree', remember. You and
your Dad are very much alike." I said.

"That's about the nicest thing you've ever said to me!" he said, leaning
over and kissing me.

"You wouldn't have thought so two years ago. You have really grown and
matured in that time.  You constantly astound me!" I told him.

"How?" he asked.

"Well, like with Randy. You know that if what I think happens between them
does happen, it will probably mean that Randy will not be living with us
anymore." I said.

"Yes, it could mean that. But I have an idea to change that." Troy said.

"Ok, what are you cooking up in that devious mind of yours?" I asked.

"Well, you know the Studio would make a really nice cottage. I was thinking
that we could add another room off the living room and make it my
studio. Then Randy and Dad could live here." he said.

"Well, yes. That could work. But what if they don't want to? What if they
want a place of their own. What if they decide to go back and live in
California. You told me about your Dad's cabin.  They could decide to live
there." I said.

"Yes, I guess they could. But I'm hoping they won't. I know Randy could
work anyplace, but I'm hoping that Dad's going to want to stay here near
me." he said.

"Well...after all the time you two were separated and how much he wanted to
see you, I suppose he might like to stay at that. But let's see first if
this 'mating' between him and Randy really happens first." I told him.

"I don't have any doubt about it! I saw the way they were looking at each
other at dinner. At first I couldn't figure it out. But when you mentioned
it to me, I realized that you were right. I know those looks they were
giving each other. It was like the looks we used to give each other when we
were first together. And still do, I might add." he said.

"And I hope we always will." I said, leaning down and kissing him gently.

"Are you sure you aren't going to have trouble with this - losing Randy
again?" he asked.

"No, I'm not. I love Randy. And loving somebody means wanting what's best
for them. The best thing that could happen to Randy is to find someone to
love and be loved by again. He needs that.  And, from the looks of things,
you Dad needs that, too. I'm really happy for both of them if this works
out. Of course, it could put a big monkey wrench in your little plans about
having them live here, you know." I said.

"How do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, Randy is, for all intents and purposes both my current and ex
lover. I wonder how your Dad is going to feel about me being around all the
time - and Randy in close proximity." I said.

"I didn't think about that! But I don't think Dad is the 'jealous' type. At
least he never struck me that way." Troy said.

"But you're Dad has gone through a lot of changes since his lover died. You
can't say that for sure." I said.

"No. I can't. But I do know this. Randy will be totally faithful to Dad if
that's what Dad wants.  And Dad will learn to trust him. Also, he likes
you. I can tell. He likes you a lot. I don't think he's going to have a
problem with all of this." he said.

"I certainly hope not. I don't want Randy's past with me to interfere in
their relationship - if a relationship develops." I said.

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see what happens. There is one problem
that I hope I can do something about." Troy said.

"The thing with your mom?" I asked.

"Yeah. Dad's really hurt about that. He doesn't show it, but I think he
cares a lot more about mom than he lets on. I think he does love her. At
least as a friend. After all, they did have me together. And they were
married for a pretty long time. I know mom is still in love with him. That
must be very hard on her, knowing that even though he's sober, there's no
chance of them getting back together. I think that's the real problem. She
is having trouble facing that." Troy answered.

"Yes, that could be very hard for her." I said.

"And that must be very hard for me!" Troy said seductively, his hand under
the covers and stroking my very hard cock.

I groaned at the touch of his hand gently stroking me.

"Yes, you still have the same effect on me that you always have. I can't
get near you and not get a hardon. Especially when you're naked." I said.

I reached under the covers myself and found Troy has hard as me. I gently
stroked his cock, causing him to moan as well. I let go of his cock and
pulled him to me, wrapping my arms around him and gently kissing him. His
tongue licked at my lips and I opened to him. The softness of his lips and
the slickness of his tongue as he slipped it in and out of my mouth were
driving me crazy.  I wanted him and I wanted him now!

I pushed Troy over on his back and got on top of him. I slid my hard cock
against his and I could feel our combined pre-cum lubricating our cocks and
our bellies as we continued to grind against each other. In the mean time,
I had raised Troy's arms above his head and was busily sniffing one of his
pits, drawing in all the 'Troy scent' that I could find. Then I began to
lick the soft, salty hair under his arms and he moaned at the touch of my
tongue. Troy was not heavily furred anywhere and his pits were no
exception. There was some hair but not much and it was soon plastered to
his skin with my spit.

I would have loved to have made long, slow love to him, but neither of us
seemed to want that. It had been a long, emotionally exhausting day. I knew
that what Troy wanted was me to fuck him so that he could go to sleep. Sex
was the one way to exhaust him and let him relax, especially after a day
like this one. It had the same effect on me so we were each 'in sync' on
that score.

I moved down his body and then allowed him to turn over on his stomach. I
lay down between his spread legs and began licking and biting his
beautiful, hairless bubble butt. Even after being together for almost three
years now, I still never get tired of his butt! I was an extraordinary ass!
I loved to look at it, lick it, suck it and fuck it! Grabbing his cheeks in
both hands I pulled them gently apart and moaned at the first rush of ass
scent which hit my nose. This was something I truly loved as well, the
scent of Troy's butt! Nothing could turn me on faster. I always had to be
careful when sniffing and licking his butt that I didn't cum. God knows it
brought me to the brink every time!

I buried my face in his fragrant crevice and sniffed up and down it several
times getting the most of his scent that I could - sweat, musk and ass
juices - a heavenly mixture. I finally couldn't resist anymore and had to
taste his butt as well. The tang and saltiness hit my tongue and I was
transported! This was a taste I could never forget or do without. I dragged
my tongue through his ass trench until I could taste nothing but skin and
then locked my lips to Troy's puckered hole and began to gently suck on it
while working my tongue inside his ass. The tangy, dark taste of his hole
was driving me to dig deeper and deeper inside him as Troy moaned in
pleasure.

"Fuck, yeah! Eat my ass! Lick my fucking hole! God! I love your tongue
fucking me!" he moaned over and over.

Finally, I knew I had his ass as wet and open as it needed to be. I spit on
my hand and added this to the natural lube that was pouring from my
piss-slit to prepare for my entry into his body. I put the head of my cock
at his opening and slowly drove straight into his ass. Troy moaned as my
cock slid up his chute and finally bottomed out with my pubic hair crushed
against his asshole.

I waited for a moment as Troy's hot, wet chute clutched my cock in an
almost 'death grip', finally relaxing and opening up for me to begin
fucking him. I pulled back and then drove in hard, deep and fast. I heard
an "oomph!" from Troy as I did so but didn't pause for anything. His slick
hole felt too good to my cock to delay any more. I rapidly built to the
point that I was long-dicking his butt, drawing almost all the way out and
then slamming my cock back into his hole.

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Pound my fuckin' ass! Shove that fuckin' cock all the
way up my ass! Fuck me HARD!" Troy moaned as I did exactly as he asked - I
fucked him HARD!

I knew that neither of us was going to last long. I could feel his prostate
swelling and hardening as the bottom of my cock massaged it on the way in
and out of his hot tunnel. He was not far away from losing it and neither
was I. It was only a question of who got there first. Actually, it was just
about even. I could feel his chute begin to clutch my cock as his balls
started to unload on the sheets and my cock immediately reacted by slamming
deep into his butt and firing off volley after volley of hot cum deep in
his guts.

We moaned like alley cats as we each orgasmed and then I collapsed on
Troy's back, licking and sucking at his shoulders and neck. Gradually our
breath returned and Troy began laughing. This forced my softening cock from
Troy's ass.

"What the fuck is so funny?" I asked.

"How come I always end up sleeping in the 'wet spot'?" he asked through his
chuckling.

"That's because it's your fucking cum making the 'wet spot'!" I answered.

"Well, I don't think it's fair!" Troy laughed.

"Ok, next time I fuck you, you don't get to cum!" I said.

"I don't like that solution at all!" he pouted.

"Ok, I've got a better one." I said.

And with this, I got off him and pushed him over on his back. I began
licking up his cum from the sheets and then from his belly and pubic
hair. When I was finished, I got down between his legs and pushed them back
until his well-used hole was visible. I dove in and began to lick and suck
all of my cum from his ass-trench and hole. When there was no more cum to
be had, I lowered his legs and then moved up the bed until I was laying
next to him, on my side and stroking his chest with my index finger.

"Ok, all the cum is gone." I said, leaning over and kissing him.

His tongue entered my mouth and he began to slurp up whatever remnants of
both of our cum that he could find there.

"I like that solution!" he moaned.

"Yeah, something told me you would." I laughed.

"The bed seems bigger tonight." he said quietly - his was of acknowledging
that Randy wasn't there.

"Seems just the right size to me. I think you'd better get used to it being
this way, kiddo." I said.

"I think I can. Easily. As long as I have you." he said rolling over to
face me as I gathered him into my arms.

"You'll always have me. We promised - remember?" I asked.

"How could I forget. I really do hope that Randy and Dad become lovers. I
think they could be so good for each other. They both understand the pain
of losing someone. We could never give that kind of understanding to
Randy." Troy said.

"No, we couldn't. I kind of feel like we did a really good job of keeping
him together until your Dad could get here, though." I smiled.

"Yeah! That's good! I like that. We kept him together until Dad could get
here. I'm gonna remember that one." Troy murmured and I could tell he was
starting to fall asleep.

I pulled him closer and reached over and turned out the bedside lamp.

Before I knew it, it was morning and I woke up with Troy in my arms - the
best possible way I can think of to wake up. I leaned down and gently
kissed him. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"Hey, you good-looking hunk! You'd better get out of here before my husband
finds you!" Troy joked.

"We'd better get in the shower, kiddo. It's late - almost 10:00 a.m." I
told him.

"But it's Saturday!" he moaned.

"I know, but you forget - we promised to take your Dad sight seeing." I
reminded him.

"Oh, fuck! He's probably not going to want to see anything but Randy
naked!" he said.

"Well, I know Randy does have the weekend off but even if they do hit it
off - they can't fuck all the time!" I said.

"Why not? We did!" he said.

"Yes, well, you were 17 and you just about killed me that weekend if you'll
remember! Neither your Dad or Randy are that age. Trust me! They can't fuck
all day and all night both." I said.

"Well..." he started to answer.

"Besides, aren't you the least bit curious about what happened last night?
If you don't get up, you'll be the last to know!" I said and pulled down
the covers and swatted his bare ass.

"If you put it that way, let's go take a shower." he said, hopping out of
bed.

"Right behind you!" I called doing the same.

Of course, in our house, the phrase 'taking a shower' had several
meanings. I was pretty sure that the way Troy hopped so eagerly out of bed
meant that he was thinking of my favorite meaning - bathing each other in
our golden piss. His hardon flopping as he walked to the bathroom convinced
me that I was right. This was confirmed when he got in the shower and just
stood there waiting for me, not turning the water on.

"You do have to piss, right?" he asked.

"And just how many mornings since we've been together have I not had to
piss?" I asked.

"Never." he chuckled. "But it's good to check - especially with you old
guys who can't get it up so often anymore!"

"Keep up the age jokes and you won't get it up your ass when you want it!"
I said.

"Ok, sorry! You're sensitive this morning!" he laughed.

"No, just don't need reminding how old I'm getting!" I said.

Troy put his arms around me and kissed me gently.

"I'm sorry. You know that you still turn me on more than anyone else on
earth, don't you? That isn't going to change either." he said.

"And how the fuck do you think I feel about you?" I asked.

"I hope that I'm 'enough' for you, especially if we lose Randy to my Dad."
he said.

"Enough! I have a hard time keeping up with you now! Troy - if I wanted
Randy, I would never have married you. Remember, him living with us and
sleeping with us was your idea - not mine.  Please don't start thinking
that you're not enough for me or that I want Randy more than you. I can't
deal with that." I said.

"I'm not. I guess I'm being an asshole again, huh?" he asked.

"Yes. Though it's been a while. Not since day before yesterday when I told
you about your father." I said, the sarcasm showing in my voice.

"Oops! Forgot that! Ok, I'm sorry." he said.

"Are we in this shower for a reason or do you just like to hear your voice
reverberate on the tile?"  I asked, giving him a grin.

"Well, I was kind of hoping that I would get a shower." he said.

"Then why didn't you turn on the water?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Not that kind of shower!" he said.

"Oh, then perhaps this kind?" I said as I let go and started pissing.

My cock was pressed between us so we both were getting hot, wet piss on our
bodies. Troy stepped back out of my arms and got down on his knees. He
didn't take my pissing cock in his mouth so I knew that what he wanted was
a true 'golden shower'. I grabbed my dick and began covering him with my
yellow flow. He bent forward so I soaked his hair and let the piss roll
down his back and into his ass crack. I knew he loved this feeling. By the
time my piss ran out, Troy was wet almost everywhere on his body with it.

"Ok. My turn." I said as I knelt down.

Troy stood up and returned the favor, starting to piss on my cock and balls
and moving his flow up my body. Unlike him, however, I wanted to taste his
piss and so I opened my mouth, leaned forward and engulfed his pissing
cock-head into my mouth, drinking down his dark golden juice.  Because it
was morning piss, it was strong and tangy. I swallowed rapidly and then
allowed the last of it to flow down my chin and across my chest. I then
stood and, pressing my mouth to his, gave him some of his own piss which I
had held in my mouth. He drank it eagerly and then we started to lick the
golden drops off of each other's bodies.

I spun Troy around and pushed him against the wall. He bent over, knowing
what was coming. I buried my face in his butt, tasting all his musk and my
own piss there. My tongue dug up into his dark cavern and I was treated
with the taste of my own cum which was still there from last night.  I
stood and slowly pushed my piss-wet cock into his ass. He groaned as I did
and I reached around to grab his hard cock and began jacking on him while I
started to slowly fuck his ass.

I didn't fuck slow for long. We both needed to get off, having been
stimulated by our piss-play. I soon was banging my cock into his ass for
all that it was worth while pulling on Troy's cock. Just as I started to
shoot into his butt, his cock belched forth five or six shots of cum which
hit the tile wall and began to slide down to the shower floor. The
reverberation of our moans was extremely loud in the large shower and we
ended up hanging onto each other and laughing as I slowly slipped my cock
out of his bowels.

We then took a long, leisurely shower, gently washing each other's bodies
with many caresses and kisses of body parts while we did so. This without
doubt, to me, is the best way to shower. We decided not to bother with
clothes but gently dried each other and then headed downstairs to the
kitchen. When we got there, Randy and Eric were sitting at the kitchen
counter having coffee, talking and basically giving each other looks which
could only mean one thing - they were now a couple and probably forever.

"So, did you two sleep well last night?" I asked, my voice all innocent
even though they knew I was needling them.

"When we finally got to sleep!" Randy moaned. "Have you ever tried to
handle a Marine that hasn't had sex in five years!"

I looked at Eric, who was blushing a bright shade of red but grinning at
Randy all the same.

"No, I can't say I have. But have you ever had to handle a 17 year old who
not only is in love with you but has all those adolescent hormones running
through him?" I asked.

"Sounds like a chip of the old block." Randy said, grinning at Eric.

"Ok, so out with it, you two! What's up?" Troy asked, his youthful
impatience showing.

"What do you mean, son?" Eric asked, trying to look innocent but not
succeeding.

"You know damned well what I mean! What about you and Randy?" Troy
demanded.

"What about us?" Randy asked, doing better at sounding innocent but not
much better.

"Ahh! Come on! You two spent the night together! So what happened?!" Troy
badgered like a dog with a bone.

"Troy, I think first of all, what happened is between your Dad and Randy
and not necessarily our business. Second, if they have something to tell
you, they will - in their own time." I said, putting my hand on Troy's
shoulder to calm him down.

"Shit!" Troy said, giving in.

"Ok, ok! That's enough. Look, Troy and Mike, I guess it's up to me to make
this announcement." Randy said. " Eric's asked me to be his lover and I've
very happily said 'yes'."

"Oh, my God! That's wonderful!" Troy said, throwing himself into Randy's
arms and giving him a big hug.

I looked at Eric and smiled and reached out my hand. He, as usual, took my
hand and pulled me into a very intense hug.

"Welcome to the family!" I said to Eric.

Then Eric let me go and grabbed his son. Troy and his Dad hugged for a long
time.

"Is this ok with you, Troy?" his dad asked as he hugged his son.

"It's more than ok, Dad! This is the best news I can think of! I love you
and I love Randy and to see you both so happy together is like the answer
to all my prayers. I know how sad and lonely you've been. I could see it in
your eyes yesterday and today all that I see is happiness!" Troy said.

"So do I get a hug?" Randy said to me.

"Of course you do!" I said taking him in my arms. "I still love you and
always will. I can't tell you though how happy I am for you."

"Thanks, man. I can't believe this is happening! I know I'm going to wake
up any moment and it will all be a dream."  Randy said.

"No, Randy, this is the way it's supposed to be. It's not a dream. It's a
beautiful thing to see two people in love." I told him.

"So what now?" I asked as I stepped from Randy's arms and Troy stepped from
Eric's.

"We don't really know. We haven't had a chance to really talk that much
yet!" Randy grinned and then realizing what he'd just said, started
blushing.

"No, I don't suppose you have!" I laughed and Troy joined me.

Eric joined his new lover in blushing but moved over and put his arms
around him. No words could have more eloquently spoken of their love for
each other as when Randy's hand came up to clutch at Eric's arm as it went
around him.

"Dad, Mike and I want to make you and Randy an offer and we'd like you to
think about it. We want to turn the studio into a cottage and offer it to
the two of you so that you can live with us."  Troy said.

"Well...son, that's a very generous offer but I'm still in the Corps for a
couple of months. I'm gonna have to go back to California at some point. I
do want Randy to go with me, if only for a short while. I want to take him
up to the cabin and let him see it. And I want him to meet Brian and
Mick. Actually, I'd love both of you to come with us as well." Eric
said. "And Randy and I need to really talk about what it is we want to do
and where we want to live."

"Well, promise me you'll think about it, please Dad?" Troy said.

"Of course we will." Randy said. "After all, now that you're Dad's finally
found you again, I don't think he wants to be that far away from you ever
again. Nor would I want him to be."

Randy looked up into Eric's eyes and even I could read the loving
communication between.

"No, you're right, lover. I wouldn't. It's just going to be hard to leave
California." he said.

"Look, guys." I said, breaking in before this got too heavy. "Do you have
to make this decision immediately?"

"No." Eric said. "I have plenty of time to spend here. I have some
unfinished business here anyway."

"Mom?" Troy asked.

"Yes. Your mother." Eric said.

"I want to help with that." Troy said.

"Maybe it's better if you didn't." Eric said. "Above all, I don't want to
come between the two of you."

"That's not going to happen unless Mom puts you there. I love both of you
and I'm not going to allow either of you to prevent me from doing that."
Troy said and I could hear the strength in his voice.

Eric smiled at Troy and then at me.

"Well, I guess can see he's my son!" Eric laughed. "Same stubbornness as
his Daddy!"

"I'd say the same kind of love, devotion and courage." I said quietly,
standing behind Troy and putting my arms around him.

"Thank you, Mike." Eric said quietly. " I know one thing, my son certainly
is a very lucky young man to have found someone as good as you. But I guess
luck runs in the family because I can't believe I'm lucky enough to have
found a man worth loving who loves me twice in a lifetime."

And with this, Eric put his arms back around his lover and kissed Randy
gently on the cheek.  "Well, this is a room full of luck!" I said. "And one
filled with love as well. Eric, Randy, we do want you both to stay with
us. There's no doubt in my mind that we were all meant to be
together. There is so much love here among us."

"We will think about it, long and hard." Randy said.

"Oh, no! If it's long and hard - you won't be able to think at all!" Troy
said.

And we all broke up laughing.

"Dad, I know we said we'd go sightseeing today, but there's something else
that I have to do. I think you're in good hands with Randy and
Mike. Besides, you'd better spend time with Randy today. He's got the day
off and that doesn't happen often. In fact, you'd better make him turn his
beeper off or he'll probably get called into the hospital otherwise." Troy
said.

"I think Troy's right. You two go off and have a good time. I've got some
stuff I need to do here around the house." I said.

"Well...actually, Eric and I were talking about working out downstairs
first. So we can do that and then I'll take him out to lunch and maybe show
him around some afterward." Randy said.

"Well, good! That means everything's worked out. I'll see you later." Troy
said and gave me a kiss and then one to his Dad and to Randy.

"Where the hell is he going?" Eric asked after Troy left. "I know that look
on his face. He's real determined about something."

"I agree. It would be my bet that I wouldn't want to be your ex-wife right
now. I have the feeling that's where he's headed, to have it out with her
about you. It seems that he's become very protective of you." I said to
Eric.

"Protective of me? What for? Why does he think that I need protection?"
Eric asked, astounded at what I had told him.

"I think it's coming from guilt. Now that he more fully understands what
happened and what you went through, he's feeling guilty for rejecting you
and not being there for you. You know how he is, he hates to see people in
pain. He's thrilled about you and Randy getting together but he still wants
- No! Make that needs - to do whatever he can to help the healing process
you're going through." I told him.

"But that's not necessary." Eric said.

"It is to Troy. Besides, in this respect I think he can help. If anyone can
get through to your ex- wife, it's going to be Troy." I explained.

"Well, you may be right there. I guess Troy is the one who could always get
through to either one of us. I just hate putting him in this position."
Eric said, shaking his head.

"You didn't. As far as I can see, Troy volunteered for this." I said.

"Yeah, but I thought I had taught him the first rule of military life -
Never Volunteer!" Eric said.

Eric and Randy soon went downstairs to work out. I thought about what Troy
was up to and decided to make a phone call to someone else who might be
able to intervene in the situation.  Within half an hour he was at the
door.

"Welcome, Father." I said, giving the priest a hug.

"Hello, Mike! It's really good to see you again." he said.

"Come on in the kitchen, I got a fresh pot of coffee on." I told him.

"Don't mind if I do!" the priest said, following me into the kitchen. "So
what's up?"

"I don't know if you know it or not, but Troy's father Eric is here." I
said.

"No! This quickly?" he said.

"Yeah. He flew in yesterday. And if you think that's quick, then you'd
better hold onto your hat for this one - he and Randy have fallen in love
with each other!" I told him.

"Oh, heavens! That is startling news! Good news but startling none the
less." he said.

"How do you think it hit me! And Troy!" I laughed.

"How is Troy taking it?" Fr. Rob asked.

"He's thrilled by it! After all, he loves Randy and he loves his Dad. To
see two men you love fall in love with each other is a pretty wonderful
thing." I said.

"And how are you taking it? After all, Randy means a great deal more to
you, having the history you do with him." he asked me.

"I'm doing fine with it. Really I am. I love Randy and I want to see him
happy. And I really believe that Eric can make him happy." I said.

"So where is everybody?" he asked.

"Well, Randy and Eric are down in the basement working out. Troy didn't say
where he was going but I have a pretty good idea. That's the reason I
wanted to talk to you." I said.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Well, yes...in a way. I think Troy's gone over to Janet's. She's refused
to see Eric. Troy thinks that he can change her mind." I said.

"I'm not sure that's going to happen. When I talked to Janet, she was
pretty adamant about not seeing Eric." Fr. Rob said.

"Did she say why?" I asked.

"Not in so many words. But I think the fact that the man she loved and was
married to was Gay and was never in love with her hit her pretty
hard. Evidently, she'd had no clue at all as to the real relationship
between Eric and his lover." he said.

"I know she was still in love with Eric. That was obvious. I guess now that
she knows he's Gay and knows that there's no chance for the two of them to
get back together, she has no desire to ever see him again." I said.

"It's not an uncommon reaction - at least at first. Of course, this new
relationship with Randy would probably make things terribly uncomfortable
for her as well. No, I don't think Troy going to be very successful." he
said.

"And that's just exactly what I'm worried about. I'm worried about Troy's
reaction to all this. He loves his mom, but it was his Dad he was always
closest to and now that he knows that his Dad is Gay that just gives them
that much more in common. Not to mention the fact that his Dad is also in
love with a man that Troy loves as well. But I'm afraid of him being in the
middle between Eric and Janet. That's not a place for him." I said.

"I agree. But at the same time, since he is their son, he just may be the
one who is able to help heal this breech. I tried to talk to Janet. I think
putting this behind her would be the best thing she could do for
herself. Eric is never coming back. She's just got to learn to accept that
and move on with her life. She's wasted far too much time already." Fr. Rob
said.

As he was talking I heard Randy and Eric coming up from the
basement. Luckily they had put on gym shorts and jocks to work out so
Fr. Rob wasn't treated to the sight of them completely naked. Eric saw
Fr. Rob first and came running into the kitchen and enveloped the little
priest in his arms, giving the priest one of his huge bear hugs.

"Fr. Rob! I was going to call you! It's so good to see you!" Eric said,
holding the priest in his arms.

"And it's wonderful to see you again, Eric!" Fr. Rob said.

"I don't know how to thank you for what you did - bringing me and my boy
back together again."  Eric said.

"Believe me, Eric, it gave me more joy than you can ever imagine." Fr. Rob
said. "And what's this I hear about you and a certain doctor?"

Eric blushed bright red and walked over and put his arm around Randy's
shoulders.

"It's true. I don't know how it happened, I sure don't know how I got this
lucky, but this wonderful guy says he wants to spend the rest of his life
with me." Eric said, smiling at Randy.

"Well, congratulations! I just hope you'll remember me if you decide you
want to marry." Fr. Rob said.

"We hadn't talked about it, but I like the idea." Randy said, looking at
Eric.

"Yeah! I think it would be a great idea!" Eric said. "Why not? After all,
it seems to be working for Mike and Troy."

"Well, why don't you two talk about it some more and let me know. I'll be
happy to do it any time you want." Fr. Rob said.

"Do what?" Troy's voice came through the kitchen door followed by him.

"We were just discussing the possibility of your father and Randy having a
marriage ceremony like I did for you and Mike." Fr. Rob said.

"That would be wonderful!" Troy said, walking over and giving his Dad a
hug.

"Well, Randy and I have to talk about it, but we both like the idea." Eric
said.

"So, was your mission successful?" I asked Troy.

"What mission?" Troy asked.

"I just kind of figured that you went to see your mother." I said.

Troy looked sheepishly at me.

"How did you figure that out?" Troy asked.

"Because I love you and I know you." I said, taking him in my arms and
giving him a kiss.

"Well, yes I did go to see her." Troy admitted.

"And...?" I asked.

Troy turned to his father.

"Dad, I don't know what good it's going to do, but she did finally agree to
see you. I wanted to do it here, but she insisted that it be at her
apartment." Troy said.

"That's only natural. She's more comfortable on her own home turf." Eric
said.

"Like I said, I don't know if it going to do any good. She's really upset."
Troy said.

"I understand that. But I've got to see her. There's something that I have
to say to her. Thanks for making it happen, son." Eric said to Troy.

"Why do you have to see her?" Troy asked.

"To make amends. Fr. Rob can explain that to you a lot better than I can."
Eric said.

Troy looked at Fr. Rob confused by his Dad's statement.

"In the Program of Alcoholics Anonymous there are 12 Steps. Two of those
Steps, the Eighth and Ninth, concern the harm we have done to others in the
past and making amends to those we have harmed. That's why your Dad must
try to see your mom. So that he can try to make amends for the past."
Fr. Rob said.

"But what if she won't accept him making amends?" Troy asked.

"That doesn't matter. It is his offer to do so which is important. If she
accepts so much the better, but it isn't necessary. What is necessary is
that in order for your Dad to stay sober, he has to work the Steps and that
is what he's trying to do." Fr. Rob explained.

"Ok, I'll take your word for it, but I still think this is going to be a
waste of time."Troy said. "I've never seen mom like this. She's just not
being rational!" Troy said.

"Emotions are seldom rational." I said, reaching out and pulling him back
into my arms. "After all, if I'd been rational that night we got together,
I would have never touched you."

"Well, ok. I guess it's ok to be irrational sometimes. But not like this!"
Troy said.

"Unfortunately, you have to take the bitter with the sweet, lover." I said.

"Well, that's a real good way to describe Mom - bitter." Troy said.

"And that may be true. But I'm the one who made her that way. It's up to me
to try and change that." Eric said to his son.

"Well, Good luck. She wants to see you this afternoon at 2." Troy said.

"Then I'd better go and get ready. Want to take a shower with me?" he said
to Randy.

"Yeah! Sounds like a great idea to me!" he answered and hopped off the
kitchen stool he had been sitting on listening to all this.

"We'll see you all later. Thanks again for coming, Fr. Rob." Eric said.

He and Randy both hugged the priest and headed downstairs.

"I guess I'd better be going, too." Fr. Rob said.

"Thanks for coming over, Father." I said, giving him a hug.

"Yes. Thanks, Father." Troy said, also hugging him.

"Troy, don't worry. Everything is in God's hands. It will all work out the
way it's supposed to.  Trust in that." Fr. Rob said.

"I'll try, Father." Troy said.

Then Fr. Rob left and Troy turned to me.

"I'm still afraid that this won't work." Troy said.

"Well, whether it does or not, it's not going to change anything
important. I'm still going to love you. We're still going to be
married. Your Dad will still love you. Your Mom will still love you and
Randy will still love you. And that's not a bad outcome no matter what way
you look at it." I said.

"Putting it that way, I guess you're right." Troy said and put his arms
around me.

The End of Part 29 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND

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