Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2002 20:53:32 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 8

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 he
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 8

By RimPig (c) 2002

Going to sleep with Troy in my arms and waking up each morning with him
still there made each day very special. I wouldn't even hazard a guess as
to how many times we made love to each other over that three weeks. I'm
pretty sure however that I took him inside of me as often as I entered
him. The scene in the shower was repeated often as well. Most every
morning, in fact. It was a whole new way to get rid of a 'piss-hard' and we
went at it with fervor. However we both quickly discovered that the very
concentrated first piss of the morning was for showering each other with -
not for tasting. Far too strong for either of us to deal with. Giving to
each other in that way became something special, not for every day.

Troy and Melissa formed a strong bond and there was now a new boy in
Melissa's life, Pete. He was 16, the same age as Melissa and from what I
could tell, a really nice guy. He liked Troy and had no problems with him
living at Melissa's house. He seemed just to take it for granted that Troy
was Melissa's friend and also a close friend to me. It seems, from what
Troy told me, that Brian's reputation suffered greatly for letting Melissa
go and there was quite a line of boys waiting to take his place. I guess
the little shit never figured on that! And there seemed to be a lack of
females with any interest in him after Melissa told her girlfriends exactly
what happened.  Most important of all, Melissa liked Pete a lot. She was
very happy and I let the two of them spend as much time together as they
wanted. I was no longer the 'Killer Father'. I'd come to know that Melissa
could make her own decisions and handle her own problems with a minimum of
assistance from 'Dad'.

As our time alone together drew to an end, however, I could see the
depression setting in with Troy. I tried to ignore it, knowing that there
wasn't any way around our coming separation. Fuck!  I wasn't handling it
too well myself. There were nights when I would stay awake, just looking at
him sleeping in my arms and cry my eyes out over it. But there was nothing
that could change the fact that he had to go home. It wasn't like we
wouldn't see each other. I had already given Troy two gifts - a ring, and a
key to the house.

As promised, the next day after his mother left, I took him to a jewelry
store for whom my company did catalogues and artwork. Troy's birthday being
in September, we found a beautiful sapphire ring set with diamonds in
gold. Troy was somewhat staggered by the price but I assured him that, not
only could I afford it, but that he was worth 100 times that to me. He
wouldn't wear it out of the store, instead insisting that it stay in the
box. I knew he had something in mind but I wasn't sure what. That night,
Troy came to me after dinner and asked if we could take a drive. He said he
had something he wanted to show me. He directed me up to Holloway Drive, a
road that wound through the hills above our town and from which you could
see the city laid out with all it's lights blazing at night. It was a very
romantic area and was kind of a local 'lover's lane'. Troy showed me where
to park and we got out of the car. We had to pass through a small grove of
trees and bushes but then we came to a promontory from which you could look
out over the entire town. A large rock nearby had evidently served as a
bench for a very long time because you could see the surface was almost
worn smooth. We sat, side by side, my arm around Troy and him resting his
head on my shoulder.

We didn't talk. Just being there together, so much in love with each other,
was enough. Finally, Troy reached in his pocket and pulled out two small
black boxes. One I immediately recognized as the one holding the ring I had
bought him that afternoon. The other I didn't recognize at all.

"I want you to put this on me." Troy said, handing the box with the
sapphire ring in it.

"So that's why you wouldn't wear it home!" I said.

"Yes. I wanted you to be the one to put it on my finger, and I didn't think
it would be a good idea to do it there. Besides, this is a much better
place." he said.

"Yes, this is beautiful. How did you find it?" I asked him.

"I was out riding my bike one day and found it. I come up here quite often,
just to be alone and think. I always promised myself if I fell in love, I'd
bring the guy up here with me. And now I have." he said, leaning over and
kissing me gently on the cheek.

"You know that you are an incurable romantic, don't you?" I smiled.

"Is that bad?" he asked, giving me that 'killer smile'.

"No. Just please don't ever change." I said.

"Not as long as I have you, I won't." he promised.

I took the ring and he stretched out his right hand. I pulled his left hand
to me instead and put the ring on his ring finger.

"That's where it belongs. Third finger, left hand." I said.

He understood. I think he was trying not to make this seem like a 'wedding'
but I knew in my heart that was what he really wanted. The way his eyes
beamed when I changed hands on him told me that.

"I love you, Troy. That will never change. This ring symbolizes that love
and says that you belong to me. That we belong to each other. Forever." I
said, my voice choking with emotion and tears coming to my eyes as I took
his hand to my lips and kissed first the ring and then his hand.

This was a more meaningful 'wedding' than the one to my ex-wife. For the
first time in my life, I was openly declaring my love and devotion to
someone that I truly loved. A lot of the world would condemn that love
because it was another male. Others because of the difference in our
age. None of them mattered.

Troy eyes were dripping tears as well as he looked at me. We kissed deeply
and then I felt him taking my left hand and slipping a ring on my finger. I
looked down and my tears came pouring out. There, glowing on my finger, was
Troy's graduation ring. Suddenly a small stab of emotional pain went
through me. The same custom existed in my high school days, giving your
graduation ring to someone you loved as a symbol of that love and a hope
for a future long-term relationship.  I remembered the day that we got our
graduation rings. Randy and I were so happy. We felt like we were so grown
up. But somewhere inside of me, what I wanted more than anything, was for
Randy and I to exchange rings. I wanted him to wear mine and I wanted to
wear his. I wanted us to finally admit that there was more between us than
just friendship and constant horniness. But I knew it could never happen.

Now, all these year later, here was another male, putting his class ring on
my finger as a symbol of his love for me. It felt like a circle finally
closing. I grabbed Troy and cried on his shoulder. He reached up and
stroked my hair, never asking what was happening inside of me. It was
almost like he understood that there were parts of my past which still came
back to haunt and hurt me. It constantly amazes me that he can be strong
for me and I can let myself finally be vulnerable and needy with another
male without feeling any loss of masculinity or strength. That was
something I never believed could happen. But here I was, crying in Troy's
arms and no shame at all for doing so. In fact, just a small amount of
pride that Troy could handle this so well.

That night, up on that promontory, will always be for me one of the most
beautiful nights of my life. We went home and made love to each other all
night long and, unfortunately, Troy never made it to school the next day. I
called the school and told them it was my fault and the assistant
principal, who knew me, just laughed and said that I was one of the few
honest parents who would admit that!

When Melissa got home from school that afternoon, I heard her talking with
Troy in the living room. I was out in the kitchen starting dinner. She came
flying in the room, kissed me and then grabbed my hand, pulling it close so
she could look at Troy's ring which was still on my finger from the night
before. She screamed when she saw it and jumped up and down like a little
girl!

"Oh, Daddy!!! I'm so happy for you!!! This means what I think it means,
right?!" she asked.

"Tell me what you think it means." I asked her, not wanting to have any
misunderstanding between us.

"It means that you and Troy are like, married?" she asked.

"As far as that is possible, yes. That's exactly what it means." I told
her.

"Oh, thank God! I was afraid you were going to get scared and fuck the
whole thing up!" she laughed.

"What language, young lady!" I said in mock fury.

"Yeah, like you've never heard it before - or said it for that matter!" she
laughed.

"And just why did you think I'd fuck it up?" I asked her.

"Because...well...face it Daddy, it's been a long time since you've had
anyone besides me to love.  I didn't know if you would remember how to
handle things!" she informed me.

"I think I handled things pretty well, thank you! And I'll bet if you ask
Troy he'd agree with me."  I said smugly.

"Agree with what?" came Troy's voice as he walked into the kitchen, coming
to see what all the screaming was about.

"My daughter thinks that I'm not capable of handling a love affair and a
relationship at my advanced age! I told her I thought I was doing rather
well and she should ask you for confirmation of that!" I said, smiling at
Troy.

"Oh, I can give confirmation, all right!" he said and putting his arms
around me, pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply.

My arms naturally went around him and I kissed him back. In fact, for a few
minutes I got completely lost in his kiss and then I suddenly remembered
that my daughter was standing there watching this! Her father and her
ex-boyfriend sucking face! I pulled away from Troy and I know my face was
as red as a beet from embarrassment. Troy looked at me and then finally
realized why I was blushing.

Turning to Melissa he said, "Isn't he just so fucking cute when he
blushes!" and they both started laughing together.

"All right, cut it out you two!" I said my embarrassment doubling.

"Daddy, it's ok. I have to tell you something. That kiss was one of the
most beautiful things I've ever seen in my life. It is incredible how much
love you two have for each other and how much it shows when you're
together." Melissa said, reaching up and kissing me on the cheek.

"So you're not jealous? After all I did 'steal your boyfriend'!" I laughed.

"No, Daddy, you didn't steal him. He was yours all along. You just had to
have his help to figure it out." she smiled and then leaned over and kissed
Troy as well.

"So I think this calls for a celebration!" I said. "Fuck cooking dinner! I
want to go out someplace special!"

"The Mikado?" Troy asked?

"Wow! You already know him pretty good!" Melissa said to Troy.

"Not that well yet. I guessed that because he took me there last night." he
told Melissa.

"Do you mind going two nights in a row?" I asked.

"We could go to Burger King and it would be special to me, as long as you
are there." Troy said, looking deep into my eyes.

I couldn't help myself, I grabbed him and kissed him, regardless of Melissa
standing there.

"Damn! Gay guys are so much more romantic! Most straight guys would choke
to death before they could ever say something like that!" Melissa declared.

"Don't you believe it, honey. There are plenty of guys out there who can
and do say things like that." I said.

"Well, if I ever find one, I'll let you know!" she laughed. "At least I
won't have to worry about bringing him home! At least not now that you've
got Troy!"

"Honey, you couldn't possibly bring home anyone who would remotely interest
me. I have the only man I'll ever need right here in my arms." I said,
giving Troy another squeeze.

He looked at me and gave me that 'Killer' smile again and I melted
inside. There ought to be some kind of law against somebody being able to
do that to you! And so easily! But I guess I'd want to break that one, too!

We went out to dinner that night to the Mikado. Again, we ate in one of the
private "tea-rooms".  I have never been happier in my life! Here was my
beloved daughter and the man I loved almost more than life - the two people
who were my world - sitting together and enjoying being together.  It
wasn't what people would call "Family Values" but, to me, it sure was
"Family" and I sure "Valued" it!

But now, this time of togetherness was over. Oh, it wasn't that Troy
wouldn't be here a lot of the time, and I'm sure we can figure ways for him
to spend some nights here with me, but the intimacy of waking up in each
other's arms every day was over. At least until he was old enough to leave
home. Six months isn't forever. In fact, it's hardly any time at all,
unless you're 17. To Troy it was an eternity. My heart hurt every time I
caught him looking at me like he was trying to memorize my face for when
he's alone again. For when we're both alone again.

I wasn't kidding myself. This was going to be just as hard on me. And what
happens, even when he's 18, if his mother finds out the truth and throws a
fit, she could cause immense amounts of problems for us. But I didn't know
what we could do. I only knew that I loved Troy more than anything and that
only seeing him sometimes was better than not seeing him at all. It wasn't
what either of us wanted, but it was the way it had to be.

The last night we spent together, before his mom came home was the most
difficult. We knew that this was the last time we'd have together like this
for a while. For how long, we didn't know.  We went back to the Mikado for
dinner, just the two of us and they we drove up to Holloway Drive where we
sat on the same rock where we exchanged rings. I held Troy in my arms and
we made out for hours - just kissing and telling each other how much we
loved each other. We talked about the future. And we swore our undying love
and devotion to each other over and over again.

That night we made love all night long until, as dawn was breaking we fell
asleep in each other's arms. Troy's mother's bus was due in at 6 p.m. so we
slept until noon and then we went and had brunch at a little caf^Â near
the house before going back and making love again. We showered in the large
shower in the basement and shared out 'special' shower including a sharing
of each other's golden offering. Then we dressed and went to pick up his
mother.

I slept that night alone. It had only been three weeks, 21 days. For more
than 10 years before I'd slept every night alone. But now I couldn't
sleep. I missed Troy. I missed him lying next to me, the warmth of his
body, his scent. At about 2 a.m., my phone rang. It was Troy.

"Did I wake you?" he asked.

"Fuck no. I haven't been able to sleep. You?" I asked.

"No. Me neither. I miss you." he said.

"God! I miss you so much." I told him.

"I'll be over as soon as school's out tomorrow." he said.

"You mean today. It's after 2 a.m. I'll be waiting for you." I said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was that late." he said.

"It doesn't matter, I was up anyway. Fuck it! Troy, call me whenever you
want to! I don't care if I'm asleep. I'd rather hear your voice than
sleep." I said.

"Me too." he said and I could hear his voice starting to break.

"Please, Troy. Don't cry. You'll just tear me apart if you do. Look, we can
get through this. I promise." I said.

"I know. It's just so hard." he said.

"Would it help if I told you it's hard on me, too?" I asked.

There was a pause while he thought about this.

"Actually, I feel like a shit, but - yeah. It does." he said quietly.

"You don't sound like a shit. You sound like someone who loves me and needs
to know that I love you just as much. And I do." I said.

"Yeah. That's what I really do need, I guess." he said.

"Think you can sleep now?" I asked him quietly.

"Can I dream about you?" he asked, the first attempt at humor.

"As much as you want! I sure plan to dream about you." I said.

"I love you, Mike." he said.

"I love you, Troy." I said.

And he hung up. I turned over and tried to go to sleep and somewhere in the
hours of the night I finally did. And when I did, I did dream of Troy. The
next day at work, it was everything I could do not to bite off the head of
anyone who came near me. I know that people around me noticed the tension
in me but they didn't say anything. I just hoped I could get back on an
even keel before I destroyed my staff's morale.

I didn't feel like working so I didn't. I spent the day talking to people I
knew in the art world about finding training for Troy. The consensus of
opinion was that the type of technical training he needed he could find
anywhere. I knew that our local University had a large Commercial Art
department because I'd hired several of my best artists from there. I also
found out that the Fine Arts department was also very good. I called the
head of the Commercial Art department, who I'd known for years, and asked
him for an introduction to the head of the Fine Arts department.  Within an
hour, I had a phone call back from the head of the Fine Arts department, a
Dr. Karren. I told him what I wanted to discuss and we agreed to meet for
lunch. That gave me a couple of hours but I didn't know what to do with
myself. I wandered out to the staff lounge and got myself a cup a
coffee. Then I wandered back to my office, passing my secretary's desk on
the way.

"That's the last thing you need - more caffeine!" Shirley said to me.

Shirley McManus had been my secretary since I first opened the office. She
was incredibly competent and fiercely loyal. She had never married but she
lived with another woman. I had always suspected that she might be a
lesbian, but I had never discussed it with her and she had never said
anything to me about it.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Listen, Mike, this is Shirley. You can maybe fool other people but you
can't pull that bullshit on me! There's something really wrong with you
today. You look like you're ready to eat anyone that gets in your
path. Now, for the last 3 weeks you've been like you were floating on a
cloud. If I had to guess, I'd say you'd fallen in love and now something
gone very wrong." she said.

I was absolutely amazed at her perception! Maybe I needed to borrow those
sunglasses I was always telling Troy he needed. I just stood there,
stunned. I'm sure I had that "deer in headlights" look.

"Look...uhh...Shirley...I....ahh..." I stammered.

"Mike, do you want to talk about it? It might help." she asked.

God! Yes! I wanted to talk about it - to somebody! I was just so
afraid. Afraid of the looks of revulsion. Afraid of the sneers and
condemnation. Afraid of losing Troy if anyone found out. But I really cared
about Shirley and respected her. And I know she cared about me. It was far
beyond a 'boss/secretary' relationship with us. We'd become friends -
friends who could speak their minds to each other. Maybe I could let her
into this part of my life?

"Ok. Come on in my office." I said.

If people saw my door closed and Shirley not at her desk, they were used to
figuring that we were in conference and to either leave a note about what
they wanted or to wait until later. Only in the case of an emergency did
they knock at the door.

Shirley came in and rather sitting at the desk, I sat down at the small
conference table in my office. Shirley sat down across from me, set her
coffee down on the table and looked me in the eyes.

"Ok, what's wrong?" she asked. "It's got to be personal because it isn't
business. I know everything that goes on around here and I know there's
nothing radically wrong right now. So give!" she said.

"You're right, it's personal. Very personal. It's something that can never,
ever go beyond this room." I told her.

"Mike, after all these years, that doesn't have to be said." she said
calmly.

"Yes it does. This time it does. What I'm about to tell you could actually
land me in jail for a very long time." I said.

"My God! Mike! What have you done?!" I heard the fear and concern in her
voice.

"I've fallen in love." I said.

"Mike, people do not go to jail for falling in love!" she said.

"Yes they do. If the person they fall in love with is 17." I said.

She sat there stunned for a moment.

"Yes, that is a horse of a different color. What happened? How did you meet
her? How long has this been going on?" she asked.

"Shirley, it isn't a 'her'." I said quietly.

Shirley just looked at me, she didn't say a word for a while.

"I see. I had no idea that you were Gay. I knew you never dated, but you
never dated anyone. I just figured you're ex-wife had done such a number on
you that you were too gun-shy to get involved with anybody." she said.

"I didn't know either. Well...I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that
I was but I had always denied it to myself. There had really only been one
guy and that was before I got my ex- wife pregnant. There hasn't been
anybody since." I said.

"So who is this boy? How did you meet him? How does he feel about you?" she
asked.

"Strangely enough, he's one of my daughters former boyfriends. How's that
for a kick in the ass.  Turns out, he fell in love with me and dated
Melissa to try and get close to me." I told her.

"Melissa must have loved that! Does she know about this?" Shirley asked.

"Yes. She knows all about it. She's actually very happy about it. She had
stopped dating Troy about six months before Troy came on to me. She
realized that he wasn't attracted to her, which bothered her. She just
didn't understand why. She does now and she's very supportive." I answered.

"She is quite a young woman! So you say this Troy came on to you?" she
asked.

"Yes. About three weeks ago. He came over to the house, supposedly looking
for Melissa. She, of course, wasn't home. She was out on a date. I could
tell that Troy was lonely and there seemed to be something that he was
upset about. Well, one thing led to another and before I knew it, I found
out what it was that was bothering him. He was in love with me. I couldn't
believe it at first but I have no doubt in my mind now that it's true. And
I have no doubt that I love him as well." I told her.

"What about his parents? Do they know?" she asked.

"No. There's only his mother. His Dad was a Marine who, according to Troy,
got sent on some secret mission and ended up coming back all fucked up. He
took to drinking and seriously abusing both his wife and Troy. They
divorced about five years ago and she and Troy moved here. The funny part
is, his mother had to go out of town to help her sister who just had a baby
and she let Troy live at my house while she was gone!" I said.

"And let me guess, she just came home?" Shirley asked.

"Last night. It was the first time I had slept without him in my arms. I
cried most of the night. Are you sure you want to hear this?" I said, my
voice betraying the raw emotions inside me that were coming to the surface.

"Yes, Mike. I'm sure. More importantly, I'm sure you need to talk about
this." she said.

"I know this must come as a shock to you. You didn't know you were working
for a pervert." I said quietly, my head hanging, unable to look at her.

"Ok, buster! First rule! We don't use words like pervert, fag, homo or
dyke! Got it!" she said, her voice almost military in its crispness.

I looked up stunned.

"Uhh....Yes, ma'am" I said.

"Secondly, your not the first guy to fall in love with a younger guy! The
difference here is that he fell in love with you. As to the age difference,
it is not like you're over 50 and he's 10 or something! Most 17 year old
males today have a pretty good idea of what they want. I can't see this
being 'involuntary' on his part. And I sure don't see you as a rapist!" she
laughed.

"I only wish I'd known as much of what I wanted at his age. I could have
avoided some really bad mistakes I made. Actually, I did know what I
wanted, I just didn't have Troy's courage at going out and getting it." I
admitted.

"How soon before he's 18?" she asked.

"Between 5 and 6 months." I answered.

"Oh, shit! Mike! That's like no time at all!" she said.

"Maybe not in the grand scheme of things it isn't, but this is fucking
tearing me apart inside!  Fuck! Troy's only 17 and I think he's dealing
with this better than I am! I've been alone so long, I've wanted somebody
so badly. It's like this cruel joke of the Universe that I finally find the
one person that I can love and I can't be with him!" I said.

"Look, Mike, I know this is hard on you. But this happens sometimes in
relationships. People have to be separated, have to spend time apart. What
if he was in the Navy or something and he was out on a six month
deployment! You wouldn't see him at all. You can see him now, sometimes,
can't you?" she asked.

"Yeah. Actually just about every day. His Mom thinks that we go down in my
basement and workout together. Which we actually do, part of the time." I
admitted.

"Yes, well, you don't have to tell me what the two of you do the rest of
the time!" she laughed.

"I wasn't about to!" and I laughed, too, for the first time that day.

"Mike, you'll get through this. And so will he. And it will do one of two
things, it will either make your love for each other stronger or it will
break you apart. I know you don't want that, but it will only happen if the
love you have for each other isn't strong enough. Then, it would have
happened eventually anyway and it's best to get is over with before too
much time has elapsed."  she said.

"I don't like hearing that, but I know you're telling me the truth. How
come you know so much about this? You never married." I asked.

"Not in the traditional sense, no. Mike, I think you've always suspected
that I was a Lesbian.  Well, it's true. Amanda and I have been together a
very long time. It was very hard for us at the beginning. So I understand
where you're coming from. Believe me." she told me.

"Thank you for that, Shirley. You didn't have to tell me but I'm very
grateful that you did." I smiled at her.

She smiled back and then her eyes dropped to my hands. I looked down to see
what she was looking at, and saw Troy's class ring gleaming on my finger. I
hadn't taken it off since he put it on me.

"His?" she asked, glancing at the ring.

"Yes. And he has one I bought him." I said.

"Sounds serious. You looking for this to last?" she asked.

"For the rest of my life, if I'm lucky." I said.

"From what I can see, he's the lucky one. I hope he knows it." she said.

"I know he does. He's a lot more mature than I was at that age. And he's an
artist. And a really good one! I'm having lunch today with the head of the
Fine Arts department at the university to talk to him about Troy." I told
her.

"Thinking of bringing him into the firm?" she asked, her eyebrow rising.

"No, I'm not. I don't want him working here. I'm afraid, from what I've
been told by my daughter, that it is all too apparent how we feel about
each other when we're together." I told her.

"That's a good idea. I wouldn't want Amanda working here either. Though not
for the same reason. I just think it works better when spouses don't spend
all of their time together. By the way, I do know what you're going
through. When we first got together, Amanda was in the Navy. That little
scenario about being out on deployment happened quite often to us. We
survived it. You and Troy will, too." she said.

"Yeah. I guess you do understand. I just wish you could tell Troy that." I
said.

"Why can't I? Why don't you and he come over for dinner one night? Now that
we're 'out of the closet' to each other, there's nothing to prevent it."
she said.

"I'd love to! And I'm sure Troy would, too!" I told her.

"Good, I'll check with Amanda and get back to you. Now, you going to make
it through the day?" she asked.

"Yes, at least part of it. I'm going to leave early. Troy is coming over
after school." I said, and then paused. "That sounds really weird, doesn't
it?" I laughed.

"Yeah! It does!" and she laughed with me.

The luncheon with Dr. Karren went extremely well. He was an older man and
seemed very dedicated to developing young artists. I showed him some of
Troy's work and he was as excited as I was. His estimation was the same as
mine - Troy could well become a major talent in the art world if properly
trained and represented.

Dr. Karren suggested a meeting with Troy. There was a summer art program at
the University that he felt would be a great benefit to Troy. If Troy
wanted to attend, Dr. Karren promised he would hold a place open for him. I
thanked him, gratefully, for all his help. He pushed away my gratitude and,
instead, offered me his own for bringing such a promising talent to him.

When I got back to lunch after work, I was too excited from all that had
happened. I told Shirley about the luncheon with Dr. Karren and then went
home to eagerly wait for Troy to get there. It was about three o'clock when
I heard a key in the front door. I was sitting on the couch in the living
room and stood up when I recognized Troy's voice calling my name. He
rounded the corner of the living room arch and, seeing me, flew into my
arms. We held each other and kissed deeply for a long time. It was like
we'd been parted for months rather than hours. I finally got him to sit
down on the couch, but only by promising him that I would keep my arm
around him the whole time.

"Troy, several things have happened today that you need to be aware of." I
started out.

"Like what?" he asked.

"I had lunch this afternoon with the head of the Fine Arts department of
the university. He is very, very impressed with your work - as I knew he
would be. There is a special summer arts program that will begin about a
week after you graduate. If you want to attend, and he feels it would be
good for you, he's agreed to hold a place open for you." I told him.

"Fuck!!! YES!!! I want to go!" he exclaimed, kissing me hard and fast on
the cheek. "Thank you!!!"

"He wants to meet with you. As I said, he's very impressed with your art
and wants to meet you to discuss your future. How do you feel about that?"
I asked.

"Scared. Can you go with me?" he asked.

"I don't see why not. What about your mom?" I asked.

"I'll tell her about it, but I'd rather have just you there. Ok?" he asked.

"Yes, ok." I told him.

"So what else?" he asked.

"Well, this next thing is more personal about me, but it's about you,
too. Ever since I started my business, I've had the same secretary. Her
name is Shirley and we've become very good friends over the years. She
knows me better than I know myself, sometimes. Anyway, I wasn't having a
good day today. I didn't get much sleep last night as you already know and
I was really missing you. She confronted me about what was wrong. I could
have lied to her, but you know I'm not one to lie. The upshot of it all is,
she knows about us. I told her just about everything. Turns out, that what
I always suspected was true. Shirley's Gay, too. She's a Lesbian and has
her own lover of many years. They want us to come over for dinner one
night. How do you feel about that?" I asked.

"God! That's so cool!!!" he exclaimed and then he looked at me and I saw
tears welling up in his eyes.

"Troy, what's wrong?" I asked.

Instead of answering, he buried his face in my chest. I held him and
stroked his hair until he got himself back under control. When he finally
looked up at me again, I leaned over and gently kissed his forehead.

"What's wrong, lover. I thought it made you happy that Shirley and her
lover want us to come over for dinner?" I asked.

"Oh, that's wonderful. I am happy about that. I'm just so blown away
because you told her about us! You told someone that you're close to and
who you care about! You risked her friendship to tell her that you love me!
That's the most incredible thing that anyone has ever done for me!" he said
and then he kissed me hard and deep.

I sat there stunned. I hadn't thought of it that way. But Troy was right. I
had risked my relationship with Shirley to tell her about Troy. It did very
well show how much I valued him in my life.

"Well, if you're grateful for that, I can think of several ways you could
show your gratitude." I grinned at him.

"Last one naked gets fucked!" he yelled, pulling out of my arms, jumping
off the couch and streaking to my bedroom.

'Oh, and like that's a bad thing?' I chuckled to myself as I made a
leisurely stroll to the bedroom where I knew I'd find a naked Troy ready to
fuck my ass.

The End of Part 8 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND

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