Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2002 20:53:32 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 9

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 9

By RimPig (c) 2002

Time went by like this. Troy and I spent as much time together as we
could. It finally got to the point that he spent most weekends with me. For
two nights a week, he would sleep in my arms.  The other nights, we would
lie in our own beds and talk on the phone, telling each other how much we
meant to each other and making plans for when we would finally be able to
live together. Then came graduation.

Each graduating senior was given two tickets to the event. One, of course,
went to his mother - the other to me. Over the past three months, Janet
Meadows and I had seen more of each other as I came to pick up Troy. We had
talked a lot about the summer art program at the university. Troy had met
with Dr. Karren about a week after I had. The program cost $1500 which I
paid. Janet was immensely grateful to me. I was just happy to do it.

Troy and I had also had dinner with Shirley and her lover, Amanda. It
turned out to be a wonderful evening. It was so relaxed and so 'normal'
between the four of us. Nobody had to hide anything or dissemble. We were
simply two 'married' couples, enjoying each other's company.  We all broke
into gales of laughter over some of Amanda's stories of her life in the
Navy and Shirley asked Troy if he ever did commissions. Troy was surprised
by this question. I'm not sure he understood at first what Shirley was
asking. I explained to him that Shirley and Amanda wanted him to paint
their portrait - a painting of them together. Troy said he would be more
than happy to attempt it but he'd never done anything like that before.

What finally came of this was a beautiful watercolor of Shirley and Amanda,
hugging and looking into each other's eyes - not at the viewer of the
painting. Shirley and Amanda both had tears in their eyes the night that
Troy unveiled it at their apartment. No matter how they badgered him,
however, he wouldn't let them give him any money for the painting. He
insisted that the painting was his gift to them. The next day, at the
office, Shirley came to me and asked if there wasn't something, some gift
they could buy Troy to thank him for the painting.

"No. He doesn't want anything." I told her.

"But surely there must be some way that we can thank him for this! It is so
beautiful! Last night after you both left, we just sat there, holding each
other and staring at it." Shirley told me.

"Well, I'd bet he'd like hearing that!" I told her.

"But there's got to be something else, Mike!" Shirley said.

"No, there really isn't. Let me tell you what he told me last night before
I took him home. He feels that he owes that painting to you and Amanda." I
said.

"But why? He doesn't owe us anything! On the contrary, we owe him!" she
exclaimed.

"He doesn't see it that way. You are the first and only people, outside of
Melissa, who know about and accept our relationship. That is very, very
important to him. He sees you and Amanda as 'role models'. You are both the
same sex and have been able to hang onto a relationship for many
years. That's what he wants. You know it's what I want. He sees you as
proof that it can work. That painting is a tribute to your relationship
from a young admirer." I told her.

Shirley just stood there, looking at me and I suddenly saw tears glistening
in her eyes. She took a moment to compose herself.

"I understand. Don't you ever let go of him, Mike! It would be the worst
mistake you ever made in your life." she said, and went back to her desk.

'No shit!'I thought to myself.

One afternoon, about a week before Troy's graduation, I left work early and
drove over to the local Mazda dealership. They were clients of my firm's
advertising department and I went to talk to the sales manager. It took a
couple of hours but later there sat in my driveway two brand new Miata's
which I had leased. One black, for Troy, and one white, for Melissa. They
both now had driver's licenses and I knew Troy would need transportation
back and forth to the university.  Leasing the car for Melissa was my way
of saying how much she had grown up and how much I trusted her.

I had talked to Troy's mother about the car the previous week. I thought it
was odd that she didn't even raise an objection or didn't seem particularly
surprised that I was doing this for Troy.  When he got to the house and saw
the two new cars in the driveway, Troy asked me who's they were.

"Well, I leased the white one for Melissa to drive. The black one is for
you." I said.

He looked at me dumbfounded.

"You're kidding, right?!" he exclaimed.

"No, I'm not kidding. The black one is yours.  I already talked to your mom
and we discussed that you would need transportation now that you'll be
starting at the university. I offered to get this for you and she said that
it was ok for you to have it." I said.

He just stood there for a moment staring at me and then out the window at
the car and then back at me. Finally he threw his arms around me and kissed
me. Then he ran outside to the car. I followed along behind him. He was
going all over the car, looking at it, inspecting it. He got in the
driver's seat and looked up at me. I leaned over and dangled the keys in
front of him. He grabbed them and stuck them in the ignition, starting the
engine.

"Come on! Let's go for a ride!" he said.

I hopped in the other side and we took off. Troy didn't drive like your
typical teenage boy. He was a thoughtful and courteous driver which was a
lot of the reason that I didn't worry about getting him a nice car. I
figured where he wanted to go and, sure enough, he pulled onto Holloway
Drive and headed to what was now known as 'our spot'. Only this time,
rather than sitting on the rock, looking out over the city and making
out. We sat in the car and listened to the stereo for a while, just holding
hands. I could feel the excitement in Troy. I remembered what it was like
to get my first car and was more than happy to share this experience with
him.

When we got home, Melissa was there. She asked me about the car in the
driveway when she got home. She hadn't seen us drive up in Troy's.

"What's that white car doing out there in the driveway?" she asked.

"Sitting there. Next to it's mate." I said, nonchalantly, looking out the
window.

"What?!" she asked, looking out the window as well and seeing the black
Miata for the first time.

"Who's car is that?!" she asked, totally perplexed now.

"Which one?" I asked, definitely playing 'stupid adult'.

"BOTH of them!" she said, exasperated.

"Well, the black one belongs to Troy. So I guess you can figure who the
white one belongs to." I said, grinning.

She screamed and threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. Then
she flew out the door, just as Troy had done and started looking over her
first car. I followed her out and watched as she sat in the driver's seat
and I again, dangled the keys in front of her, as I'd done to Troy.  She
grabbed the keys and started the engine.

"I'm going to Cindy's to show her!" she said.

"Ok, see you when you get back."

I watched her drive away, realizing that my 'little girl' was leaving at
the same time. She would come home mostly a woman. A woman with her own
transportation and the independence that came with it. It wasn't that she
wasn't ready for it - it was that I wasn't ready for it. Not completely. I
could still too easily remember changing diapers, walking her to school for
her first day, her first Barbie doll and too many other childhood scenes
that went running through my head. I turned and walked slowly back to the
house. Troy was standing at the window watching me. As I walked into the
house, he looked at me. I tried to smile at him, but I guess it didn't come
out all that well. He walked over to me and, without saying a word, put his
arm around me and pushed my head down on his shoulder and started stroking
my hair - his code that he was ready to be strong for me and comfort me.

A week later, I attended Troy's graduation with his mother. I almost had to
fight back tears when they announced "Troy Randall Meadows". His mother and
I leapt to our feet cheering as Troy walked across the stage and took his
diploma. Then it suddenly hit me! Troy RANDALL Meadows! Troy's middle name,
which I had never asked about was the same as my teen lover, Randy! Why had
he never told me?! Did he think that I felt he was a substitute for Randy?!
Was he ashamed of the name?! What was going on here? I knew the next time
we were alone, I was going to ask him.

I took him and his mother out to dinner at a very fancy restaurant after
the ceremony. We had finished the meal and were just sitting around talking
when Janet finally spoke up.

"I have something I want to talk to both of you about." she began.

Troy and I looked at each other for a second. Neither one of us knew what
this was all about.  Then we looked back at his mother. She reached into
her purse and pulled out a small black box.  My heart dropped into my
stomach the moment I saw it. It was the box from the ring I had bought
Troy. I knew that Troy only wore the ring when we were together, hoping to
keep our relationship a secret just as I never wore his class ring when his
mother was around. Evidently his mother had found it the ring I had given
him.

"Troy, I think this belongs to you. I think you should put it on." she
said, handing him the box.

If it had been a snake, Troy would probably have been happier about taking
the box from her and taking out the ring and putting it on his finger. At
least he put it on the proper one.

"Mike, I'm pretty sure that you have Troy's class ring. Would you mind
putting it on? I noticed that you have very white skin on your ring finger
from it being there." she said.

I looked down at my hand, and sure enough, there was the outline of Troy's
ring where it had covered the skin of my finger. I reached into my pocket
and pulled the ring out, slipping it onto my finger.

"Now, that's better. I think it's time that we stopped hiding things from
each other. I've suspected that there was more than friendship between you
and Troy for a very long time. I was putting away some laundry for Troy a
couple of weeks ago when I found this ring in his drawer. I knew that Troy
could never afford something like that nor did I ever believe he would
steal. The only person he could have gotten it from was you, Mike. At first
I wondered why on earth you would buy him such an expensive ring and then I
noticed that I hadn't seen him wearing his class ring for quite a while. It
was then that it all made sense to me." she said.

"Look, Janet, if you'd just let me explain..." I tried to tell her.

"No, Mike, there are no explanations necessary. I've suspected that Troy
preferred other males for a long time. And I don't believe it has anything
to do with wanting his father back, either. I believe that people are born
heterosexual or homosexual, they don't choose it. They can try to deny what
they are, which is what I think you must have done at one time, Mike, if
I'm correct since you've been married and have a daughter." she said.

"Yes." I said quietly.

"I've watched the change in Troy ever since he met you. No matter how he
tries to hide it, he just cannot hide the fact that he's in love with
you. And though I don't know you all that well, I can tell that you love
him as well. Am I right, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes, I do, very much. More than I can ever put into words." I said, my
voice barely functioning.

Troy just sat there too stunned for words, his face turning between his
mother and I as we spoke.  He looked like someone watching a tennis match
with is head turning this way and that.

"Whether they believe it or not, parents are not always the best ones to
decide what will make their children happy. My own parents are prime
examples of this. They hated my husband from the very first. They did not
want us to marry. They swore that the marriage would end in disaster.  And
it did. Just as they predicted. But not for the reasons that they
thought. I had more than 10 wonderful years with my husband. What the
Marine Corps did to him was not his fault. I still love him and always
will. I at least have those 10 years of good memories of the handsome,
intelligent, kind and loving man I married. And no matter what happens in
the future, I'm happy knowing that Troy has found someone who is obviously
the same kind of man as the one I married and who fathered him." she said.

Troy and I looked at each other. Did his mother mean what it sounded like?
Was she saying that she approved of our relationship?

"At first, the age difference between you did bother me, somewhat. Then I
realized that I was being stupid. I was worried about you 'overpowering' my
son. How silly! First of all, look at him!  He is not easily 'overpowered'
by anything or anyone! Secondly, if this wasn't what he wanted, he could
never have been as happy as I've seen him over the last few months. But
there has been a mar to that happiness. I've also seen him miserably
unhappy and I've seen the red in his eyes from where he has been
crying. And this always happens at the same time. Anytime he has to come
home from you, Mike. I can't stand to see him unhappy. I know what's
standing in the way of him being happy all the time. And I know it's
me. Not purposefully. It took a while for me to figure out what was going
on. You both have been afraid that I would take this relationship of yours
and try to destroy it. Nothing could be further from my intent! I rejoice
that my son has found someone to love who loves him as much as you
obviously do, Mike, and I no longer want to stand in the way of my son's
happiness." she said.

Then turning to her son, she said, "Troy, when we get home, I want you to
start packing up your things and I want you to move out tonight. You belong
with the man that you love and who loves you. I knew this day would come. I
didn't expect it to be quite so soon, but this is as it should be." she
said and then turned to me.

"I ask only of you, Mike, that you continue to love him, protect him and
take care of him as you've obviously have tried to do up until now. I want
you both to know that your relationship has my full support and my
blessing. As the old saying goes, I don't feel like I'm losing a son but
gaining - well...not a son!" and she laughed. "Let's just say I'm gaining
what I hope will be a good friend."

Troy and I both sat there stunned. Never in my wildest dreams did I see
this coming! Troy was the first to speak.

"Mom, are you sure about this?" he asked.

"Yes, Troy. I'm very sure. I know that you're young, but you're no younger
than I was when I married your father. And, after what you've been through
in your life, you've grown up very fast.  You're a man now and I believe
you're capable of making your own decisions. In fact, I believe you've
already made the decision in this matter. Am I right?" she asked him.

"Do you mean have I made the decision that I want to spend the rest of my
life with Mike? Yes, I have. In fact, quite a while ago." he said.

"Then those rings do mean what I thought?" she asked.

"Yes. They do." he said.

"I'm sorry then that I couldn't be there when they were exchanged. I would
have liked to have been at my son's wedding." she said wistfully.

"Mom, there was nobody there. Just the two of us. Ours isn't the type of
'wedding' that people celebrate. Most of the time, relationships like ours
aren't even accepted as existing at all!" Troy said, the hurt and
frustration over this showing in his voice.

"I understand, darling. But maybe we can change that? How many people know
about this?" she asked.

"There are only three people other than you, Janet." I said. "My daughter,
my secretary and her female lover."

"Well, it would be a small affair, but there's nothing wrong with that!
Would you two consider having an actual ceremony?" Janet asked.

I looked at Troy. I had no strong feelings one way or the other. That night
up on Holloway Drive was as meaningful to me as anything I ever experienced
but when I looked into Troy's eyes, I saw the shining desire for just such
a ceremony.

"If it's what Troy wants, I would be more than happy to have one. I don't
need it myself. I couldn't feel myself more 'married' to him. That night in
'our place' was as meaningful to me as any ceremony." I said, looking at
Troy. "But, you're right, Janet. It's not fair that you don't get to see
Troy 'married'. If it's a ceremony you both want then let's have
one. Knowing my daughter, she'll be thrilled! She'll probably want to help
out as practice for her own!" I laughed. "So, Troy, how do you feel? Is
this something you want?"

Troy looked at his mother and then looked at me.

"I feel the way that you do. That night was the most wonderful of my
life. But, yes. I would like to celebrate the love that I feel for you. You
know I've always felt that way. And I would like Mom to be able to see
it. Having Melissa, Shirley and Amanda there would make it wonderful!"  he
said, looking at me.

"Then I guess there's going to be a wedding!" I said, smiling at Troy. "So
when should we do it?"

"Well, if you don't mind a suggestion..." Janet said.

"No, Janet, not at all! You're far more knowledgeable about this kind of
stuff than we are!" I laughed.

"Well, Troy's about to enter the summer arts program. The program lasts six
weeks. Then there is a break for two weeks before the first classes of the
new semester start. Why don't we plan it for that second week so that Troy
doesn't have to deal with a lot of the arrangements while he's trying to go
to school?" she suggested.

"I think that's a wonderful idea. I also have another suggestion. I haven't
asked her yet, but I know she will do it, I'd like to have Shirley, who's
my friend as well as my secretary, work with you on this. She's much better
about this kind of stuff and much more organized than I am. She plans every
party that my company's ever thrown for my staff or our clients." I said.

"That sounds wonderful. What about your daughter. Do you really think
she'll want to be involved?" Janet asked.

Troy and I both laughed at this.

"You couldn't stop her with an elephant gun!" I said, still laughing.

"Well, good. With enough people involved, I think we can let both you and
Troy off the hook for having to do much more than show up!" Janet laughed
with us.

We left the restaurant soon after and Troy and I followed Janet home. Troy
and I started moving his things - which didn't really amount to all that
much but his clothes and a few books. The most amount of stuff were his
paintings and his art supplies. I carried most of the stuff down to the car
for him while he packed. I also wanted to give him time alone with his
mother.

I just couldn't believe this was happening! I knew that we would finally
live together sometime, but I didn't expect it to be this soon! He wasn't
even 18 for three more months! Troy came down, his eyes red with tears from
saying good-bye to his mother. I told him I had to go back upstairs for
just a minute to use the bathroom and to just wait for me in the car. I got
upstairs and knocked at the door. Janet answered and I could see she'd been
crying as well.

"Janet, I don't know exactly how to say this, but I cannot even begin to
express how grateful I am for what you're doing. Please believe me when I
tell you that I truly do love Troy and will never, ever do anything to hurt
him. He means as much, if not more, than my own daughter does to me.  I
also want you to know that you are welcome in our home anytime and hope you
will take advantage of that. Troy will want to see you and I will, too."
and then I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Mike." she said, blushing. "I know that you love Troy and I
know you want to make him happy. You've done such a good job already that I
can't see why that wouldn't continue!  And, yes, I will be more than happy
to visit. Count on it." she said.

"And, Janet." I added. "If there's anything that I can ever do for you,
please - don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, Mike. I won't." she smiled.

Then I went back downstairs and Troy and I drove home. Home to what was
finally 'our' home.  No more nights apart. No more making up excuses to see
each other. No more worrying about his mother finding out. I just couldn't
believe what this night had brought.

When we pulled in the driveway, I saw Melissa's car. She came out and gave
Troy a hug in congratulations for his graduation.

"Oh, we've got MUCH better news than THAT!" Troy exclaimed.

"What?" Melissa asked, looking at the two of us who were grinning like
fools.

"Let's go inside and talk about this." I suggested and we ended up around
the kitchen table.

"Ok, so what's the news?" Melissa asked, once we were all seated.

Troy and I looked at each other for who was going to tell her. Troy nodded
at me to go ahead.

"Well, as of tonight, Troy is now a permanent resident of this house." I
said.

Melissa's face lit up and she gave out a squeal. She reached over and threw
her arms around Troy's neck and gave him a hug.

"But how?! What happened? I thought Troy couldn't move in with you until he
was 18, Dad?"  she asked.

"Well, the fact of the matter is, his mother kind of threw him out
tonight!" I laughed.

"Threw him out!!??" she shrieked with a look of horror on her face.

"Yeah! She told him she hated seeing him so depressed and crying whenever
he had to come home from spending time here and that she wanted him to move
out tonight and come live with me where he'd be happy!" I grinned.

"My God! Was she angry?! Is she going to report this to the police?!"
Melissa exclaimed, worry showing on her face.

"Fuck, no!" I said. "His mother has just given our relationship her
blessing and is even going to plan a wedding for us in a few months!"

Melissa just sat there, dumbfounded for a few moments.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked.

"Not one bit! His mother figured the whole thing out and told us
tonight. She found the ring I'd given Troy and put two and two together. I
guess neither one of us can hide how we feel about each other." I said,
grabbing Troy's hand and brining it to my lips to kiss.

"So she's OK with this?" Melissa asked.

"Totally!" Troy answered her. "I couldn't believe it either at first. But
she really is ok with it!"

"Ok, so what's this about a 'wedding'?!" Melissa asked.

"The one thing that Janet said she was bothered by was that she wasn't
there when we exchanged rings. We told her there was nobody but the two of
us there at the time. She suggested that we could have a small
ceremony. Just her and perhaps Shirley and Amanda. I thought you might like
to be there as well. I'm going to ask Shirley to help plan it with Janet
since I was sure you'd be way too busy to be involved with the planning." I
said, my voice serious but I glanced over at Troy who immediately started
laughing, knowing that I was just pulling Melissa's chain.

"What do you mean!!! Too Busy!!!" she wailed. "How could I be too busy to
help plan my own father's wedding!"

By this time, I was laughing, too. Melissa quickly figured out that I was
joking with her.

"Ok, very funny! So you are going to let me help with this, aren't you?"
she fumed.

"Yes, honey. You can help Janet and Shirley all you want." I said, barely
able to control my laughter.

"So when is it?" she asked.

"Well we figured that Troy has a two week break between the summer arts
program and starting classes next semester, so we thought we'd have it
during that second week of his break." I told her.

"My God! That's less than three months away! That's not enough time!" she
wailed again.

"Honey, this isn't a wedding for Princess Di! This is just a simple
ceremony for Troy and I to celebrate our love for each other. We don't need
anything that fancy, ok?" I said.

"Daddy! This is something that you two will remember all of your lives. It
has to be perfect! Troy, I'm going to call your mother tomorrow. She'll
understand. We've got to start working on this right away!" she said.

She probably would have gone on, but the front doorbell rang and she ran to
answer it. I heard her talking to Pete, her boyfriend. Then she came back
in the kitchen.

"I've got to go. Pete and I are going to a party. Listen, Dad, that brings
up something. Can I let Pete know what's going on now? After all, Troy's
going to be living here and I don't want him wondering why. And I don't
want to lie to him if I don't have to." she asked.

I looked over at Troy to get his reaction to this. He just smiled and
nodded.

"Ok, honey. I guess there's no reason not to tell him now." I said.

"Thanks, Daddy." she said, then giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, she
ran out and I heard the front door close and the two of them drive away.

When she'd gone, Troy walked over and put his arms around me and pressed
his mouth hard to mine for a moment.

"Alone at last." he sighed.

"Yeah. Together at last. Forever." I said.

"Forever...I like the sound of that." Troy said.

"Me, too!" I replied. "Now, how about we go out to the car and get your
stuff moved inside?"

We changed into t-shirts and gym shorts before beginning to bring Troy's
belongings inside. We quickly got Troy moved in. Within an hour, it was
like we had shared the bedroom for years. I got a hammer and nails and we
started hanging his artwork on the walls. Since I had nothing on the wall
above the bed, Troy's watercolor of the Marines in combat went there, just
as it had hung over his bed in his mother's apartment.

"You know, that's the real reason I'm marrying you - to get my hands on
that painting!" I laughed.

"Oh, my sweet, tight butt didn't have anything to do with it?" he batted
his eyelashes at me shamelessly.

"Well...yeah. I guess it did at that!" I said, and saying so grabbed him
and threw him on the bed and climbed on top of him.

I kissed him deeply as I ground my crotch against him, my cock almost
completely hard already.  He pushed back and I could feel his as well,
rapidly reaching hardness just like mine. He began tugging on my t-shirt,
threatening to rip if from my body as he tried to pull it off. I rose up,
straddling his body and took it off myself, tossing it on the floor. I
reached down and tugged on his and finally worked it off him, over his arms
and head. I grabbed his hands before he could put them back around me and
pushed them over his head as I lowered myself again, burying my face in his
left armpit. I took deep whiffs of his scent, growling in my throat at the
thrills it sent through me. I pulled out and looked down at his face,
flushed with his own excitement.

"Remember how you said you loved this room because it smelled of me?" I
asked.

"Yes. I remember. I remember everything from that night." he said, his eyes
filled with love that made my cock twitch because I knew was all for me.

"Well, now I'll learn to love it as well, because it will smell of both of
us and...God!..how I love the smell of you!" I swore.

I then buried my face in his right armpit and again took deep breaths of
his scent. I moved down and started pulling his gym shorts off. He lifted
his hips and I pulled them down and off him, along with his trainers. He
wasn't wearing anything underneath so I immediately lifted his legs and,
getting down on the bed on my stomach, put my face in his ass and began to
sniff up and down his ass trench. My tongue came out and I began to lick
and suck at his puckered hole. After all the sex we'd had over the last
three months, his hole opened right up to my exploring tongue and I soon
had it buried in him as far as it would go.

I ate out his butt for a while, but what I really wanted was to feel the
wet heat of the inside of his body wrapped around my hard cock. I licked
and sucked at his butt until it was dripping in my saliva and then I pulled
back and quickly shed my own gym shorts and shoes. I put his legs up on my
shoulders and bent him back to where his knees were almost resting on his
chest. I spit on my hand and lubed up my cock and then spit again to add
some additional lube to his butt. I held my cockhead at the entrance to his
ass and squeezed it so that some of my pre-cum was added to the saliva
lubricating his hole. I then put my cockhead against his wrinkled bud and
pushed forward.

The head slid smoothly into his ass and I didn't stop until my own pubic
hair was crushed up against the opening to his butt. He groaned at the
intrusion but I could feel his chute rapidly relaxing to accommodate my
cock. I rested there a minute, just looking down at this beautiful god that
my cock had entered. Troy's blue eyes stared back at me with such power!
Love, lust, desire, possession - they all were there in his eyes, and more!
Now he was mine forever. Now he was home with me where he belonged. Never
again would he have to be parted from me in order to hide our love. My
heart lurched as my cock inside him did as well.

"I belong to you now! Fuck me! Make me completely yours!" he moaned as if
he could read my mind.

I pulled back and then moved forward slowly, sliding gently back into the
heat of his bowels. I groaned at the feeling. I wanted to make this last! I
wanted to fuck Troy forever! I kept moving slowly in and out of his
hole. Within a very short time, we were both groaning and our eyes were
locked on each other. Troy raised his hands and began running them through
the hair on my chest.  He clutched two hands full of my hair and
pulled. The prickling pain made me groan but caused me to fuck him harder.

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck, yeah! Fuck me hard! Pound my butt with that cock!"
Troy groaned as his hands found my tits and started to pull on those.

The exquisite pain he was causing to my tits seemed to drive my hips harder
and harder until I was slamming my cock in his hot chute and I could hear
my hips slapping against his tight, jock ass. I felt like I was trying to
nail him to the bed with my cock! His hole opened up completely and then
suddenly tightened down on my cock, strangling it, as he screamed out and
shot load after load of cum all over his face, chest and stomach.

That was all I could take. I pounded his hole and drove my cock as deep
inside him as I could shooting my load as I continued to fuck his
hole. Finally I could take no more and I collapsed on top of him, his legs
still around my hips and my cock still buried in his butt. I kissed him
deeply and his tongue dug inside my mouth, tasting me as I sucked on it.

I finally pulled out and rolled off him onto my back. He turned over and
slid up against me, resting his head on my chest. I reached down and began
gently stroking his hair. His hand was gently ruffling through my chest
hair. We were quiet for a long time, each lost in our own thoughts. I can
never remember feeling so satisfied and complete in my life. Troy was
mine. He was here for good. No going 'home'. No hiding how we felt about
each other. All of that was over. The true miracle of our love had
triumphed over it all.

"I can't believe that I'm here with you and I don't ever have to leave
again." he murmured.  "Believe it, babe. You're mine now and I'm not ever
letting you go." I told him and leaned over and kissed his head.

"And what makes you think I'm not going to hang onto you?" he said, raising
his head and looking at me with the 'killer' smile of his.

"Oh, you'll grow tired of me. I'll just be an old man and you'll go find
yourself a young buck to take my place." I moaned, kidding him.

"I would never do that." he said, seriously. "You are all I ever want. I
don't care how old you get! Besides, men improve with age."

"What am I? A bottle of wine?" I laughed.

"If you are, you are a very rare and valuable vintage." he smiled again.

"Ok, enough! I give up. You've got me for as long as you want me." I said.

He smiled. Then he leaned over and gently licked the tip of my nose. It was
a very erotic feeling, one that I had never had. I leaned over and did the
same to him. He giggled.

"So tell me," I asked him. "Are you happy about this 'wedding' thing?"

"Yes. Very! I want to celebrate how much I love you and I want my mother to
be happy as well by getting to see me 'married'. It's the least I can
do. I'm not going to be giving her grandchildren." he said.

"No, if you aren't pregnant by now, you're not ever going to be!" I
laughed.

"Are you happy about it?" he asked.

"I am because it evidently is going to make everybody else happy. I told
you, I don't need it. I know I belong to you. I will never take this ring
off again." I said, holding up my hand with his class ring on it.

He grabbed my hand and kissed the ring and then my hand.

"I know. But you're making someone very happy as well." he said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Did you see Melissa's eyes when you told her we were going to have a
ceremony? She was thrilled. I think this is something that she needs." he
said.

"She needs?" I asked. "Why would you think that she 'needs' us to get
married?"

"Melissa loves you very much. She wants to see you happy. I also knows she
wants to see you with someone. She was worried you never would be. But she
needs to see that happen in a formal way so that she will know that it is
real and true and forever. That's the way she sees getting married. Despite
you and her mother divorcing, she very much believes in marriage!" he told
me.

"How do you know this?" I asked, fascinated by his evaluation.

"She's told me. Well...not always in so many words. But it's all there in
her eyes if you look closely." he said.

"Should we buy her a pair of sunglasses?" I smiled.

"Yes, before Peter figures out how to read her!" he laughed.

"Ok. So, what do you want to do now?" I asked him.

"There's only one thing I want. I just want to go to sleep in your arms."
he said.

I turned over on my side and he turned over so his back was to me. I put my
arms around me and he snuggled back against me so that we were 'spooned' to
each other. And like that, we went off to sleep.

The End of Part 9 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND

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