Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2002 19:24:05 -0800 (PST) From: rimpigfl 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 I hope you enjoyed the story so far. If you did, write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com. I love to hear from my readers. Also, if you'd like a listing of all my stories on the Nifty Archive, I'll be glad to send you one if you request it. Please don't send plot suggestions. By the time you read this, the entire story is already written. RimPig