Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2002 15:18:27 -0800 (PST) From: rimpigfl Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 12 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 12 By RimPig (c) 2002 I awoke early on the morning of the wedding. I couldn't believe that I could still feel the thrill go through me when I awoke with Troy in my arms, as he always was. But it still happened. Every morning. Maybe because of the time we had to spend apart before his mother finally put us back together, this never ceased to be special to me. I leaned down and buried my face in Troy's hair, inhaling deeply of the scent of my young lover. This was something else I never tired of. The scent of Troy which now marked this bed and this room just as I had told him it would. Suddenly, I felt something I had not felt for a very long time. The urge to pray! I closed my eyes, my nose still buried in Troy's hair and started saying from my heart what I was feeling. 'Thank you, God for giving me this most wonderful gift of Troy's love.' I thought to myself. 'Thank you for creating him and allowing me to love him. Thank you that he is a part of my life. I really want you to bless our love today. If you really know the hearts of men as they say, then you know how much we love each other and how much that love means to us. Be with us always and help our love for each other grow as we live our lives together.' A few moments later I felt Troy stir in my arms. He turned over in my arms and looked at me, his beautiful blue eyes shining with love. A jolt went through me at the sight. "What time is it?" he asked. "It's very early yet. Just after six. You can go back to sleep for a while if you want." I said. "Mmm. No. I think I'd like to do something else!" he murmured, pushing his hard cock against me, indicating his need. "Not going to happen, lover. I told you last night that I wasn't going to make love to you again until you had made an honest man of me and married me!" I grinned. "I thought you were kidding! You don't really mean that do you?!" he gasped. "Meant every word of it! I want this day to be completely special. I want it to be one we will always remember. The first time I make love to you today will only be after I've stood there and declared how much I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you in front of all our friends and God." I said, my voice perfectly serious. He looked at me and I could see that he was really mulling this over. "You know, this means you get practically raped later, don't you?" he smiled a wicked smile. "Can't rape the willing!" I grinned. He stopped and then looked serious. "Ok, I think I understand what you're saying. I can wait. But this better not take all day!" he said. I laughed. "The ability to accept delayed gratification is a hallmark of adulthood. Or at least that's what my psychology textbook said when I was in school!" I grinned. "See! I knew there was a reason I never wanted to be an adult!" he pouted. "Too late, lover. Father time is creeping up on you. Why, you're almost 18! Pretty soon you'll be an old man and won't be able to get it up anymore!" I laughed. "Fuck! You'll get there long before I do!" he scoffed. "Nope! Won't ever happen! I've got you! And I can't get near you without my cock standing up and saluting you!" I laughed. He grinned at me and then reached up and wrapped his arms round my neck, pulling me into a passionate kiss. My firm resolve to not make love to him until after the ceremony was quickly crumbling to ashes and would have been gone in a few seconds if there hadn't been a loud crash from the area of the kitchen. Troy and I both pulled apart and looked at each other for a second before hopping out of bed, pulling on some gym shorts and running out to the kitchen. There, in the midst of the biggest mess I think I've ever seen, stood Melissa - her face and hair covered with flour and the smell of burnt food surrounding her. "What happened!" I asked, barely able to conceal my desire to laugh at the sight before me. "I'm sorry, Daddy! I was trying to make breakfast for you and Troy and I guess things got a little out of hand!" she said. She looked so forlorn that I thought she was going to cry any second. I walked over an put my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. "Baby, that was so nice of you! Thank you. But since Troy and I are up, why don't you let us help now." I said, looking back over my shoulder at Troy who was leaning against the doorframe, practically convulsed in laughter and trying very hard not to make a sound. He managed to pull himself together somewhat and walked over to us. He put his arms around Melissa and I both, giving her a kiss on the cheek as well and getting flour on his nose and mouth from it. "Yeah, Melissa! Thanks! That was really great of you." he said. "Oh, I've made a mess of everything!" she said, looking around the kitchen. "Nothing that can't be set right." I told her. Troy and I began cleaning up. We did this so often that we worked just like a well-oiled machine together. Melissa sat there watching us and evidently saw how well we worked together. "It's like you two read each other's minds!" she exclaimed. "What?" "What?" We both stopped and answered her at the same time. "Yes, and in stereo, too!" she laughed. Troy and I looked at each other and we both started blushing - at the same time! "I said, it's like you two read each other's minds! You work so well together! I just hope that when I get married it works as well as your's does!" she said and I could tell she was serious. Troy and I looked at each other again. And again we started blushing at the same time. I really didn't have an answer for her but Troy evidently did. "You just have to find a man who is as wonderful as your father! But I don't envy you that! His kind are VERY hard to find!" Troy said, smiling at me as he said it. "You don't have to tell me! Look at the problems I've had dating!" she giggled. Troy looked at her, a stricken look on his face. I guess he still felt guilty about using Melissa to get to me! Melissa saw the look on his face and instantly got up and ran over and threw her arms around him. "Oh, Troy! I meant that as a joke! I didn't mean you! I was thinking about that asshole, Brian!" she said and kissed him on the cheek. "Besides," she continued as she also continued to hold Troy in her arms, "if it hadn't been for you, I might have ended up married to that creep!!! Who knows?! I really am happy that you and Daddy found each other! And, pardon me! But I do feel like I was cupid in this situation, after all!" she said and kissed him again. "Well, yes! You did bring us together. But I still feel bad for how it happened." Troy said, putting his arms around her. "Chill!" she grinned. "What happened was meant to happen! And besides, it gives me something to tell my grandchildren about! How many women can claim that their father married one of her ex boyfriends?!!" We all cracked up laughing at that. Troy and I ended up making breakfast for all of us and then it was time to start getting ready because Janet and Shirley would soon be here to see to the last of the preparations for the wedding. The outdoor tent and tables along with a dance floor had been delivered yesterday. Taking his 'best man' duties very seriously, Randy had arranged with one of DJ's at a local Gay disco to bring his music to the wedding. We had sat with him and chosen songs for him to play. I'm told him I was sure it was not the kind of music he was used to playing. "That's not true, Mike. I've DJ'd for a lot of Gay weddings in the last few years. The people never want a lot of 'house' music. They want the older, romantic stuff. I would, too, if I could ever find the right guy!" he told me. "Too bad you don't have a daughter!" Troy grinned at him and the young man gave Troy a quizzical look. Troy went on to explain how we'd met and they guy was amazed. He told us this was one wedding he was glad he was playing because he wouldn't have believed it otherwise! The first people to arrive were the florists. They were a nice, older Gay couple who told us that they had been together for more than 30 years! Boy! Did that put a grin on Troy's face - and he gave me a knowing wink. Luckily, almost immediately following the florists, Janet and Shirley arrived so that they could see that everything got set up properly. Janet came and hugged and kissed Troy. "How are you holding up, darling?" she asked him. "I'm wonderful, Mom. This is the happiest day of my life!" he said, grinning widely at her. "You're not nervous, are you?" she asked, a mother's concern showing. "No, Mom! I'm fine! Really! This is what I've always wanted. I can never thank you enough for doing this for me and Mike. And I don' mean just the wedding." he said and gave her a kiss. "Darling, just knowing that you're happy is all the thanks I will ever need." she said. Seeing me standing there, finally, she came over and also hugged and kissed me. "Mike, I am so happy that you and Troy found each other! There is not a better man that could share my son's life!" she said. "No one in my life has ever given me something as precious and as wonderful as you've given me. Yes, your son, but most of all your love and acceptance of us. That is the most important thing you could ever do for us and there is no way that I can ever repay you for that." I said and leaned down and kissed her cheek. "You don't have to, Mike. Just so long as you always love Troy." she said. "I don't have any choice in that."I said. "I couldn't stop loving him if I tried." Shirley came up at that point. "Boss, if this shindig is ever going to get off the ground, you and Troy have to go get ready and leave the rest of us to put things together for you!" she said, reminding me of a drill sergeant. "Yes, ma'am!" I answered and threw her a salute! "Stop being a smart-ass and go get dressed!" she laughed. "You, too, young man!" turning to Troy. "Yes, ma'am!" he said, laughing and mimicking me. "You're so 'butch' when you're like this!" We all broke out laughing and I grabbed Troy's arm and dragged him down to the basement, which had become our dressing room for the day, to let everyone else get to work. First we just sat in the Jacuzzi, holding each other, gently kissing as we let the warm water work it's magic on our muscles and spirits. Then we took a long, leisurely shower and managed, just barely, not to end up having sex. We did, however, 'mark' each other in our own, private, mating ritual. Originally, Troy had wanted us to dress alike for the wedding but I had strenuously objected, pointing out to him that we were getting married - not becoming twins! Instead, Troy picked out for me a beautiful black Hugo Boss suit and I got him a navy blue cashmere blazer with grey slacks. I was blown away when I saw him in it the first time he tried it on! He was so stunningly handsome in it that it was all I could do not to drag him into the dressing room and make love to him - something I didn't think would go over well in the exclusive men's store we were in. It wasn't until the day of our wedding, however, that I learned that Troy had never learned how to tie a tie. Not that I'd ever seen him in one. Or had he ever seen me wear this piece of masculine sartorial torture! I hated the damned things, but there isn't much else you can wear with a suit! Unless you're going for that 'Don Johnson - Miami Vice' look of the 70's and wear a t-shirt underneath! Anyway, I stood there watching Troy struggling with the damned silk tie, a designer original that had cost more than the damned slacks he had on! I almost told him to leave the damned thing off, but I knew Troy wanted everything perfect so I walked over to him to see if I could help. "Do you need some help with that?" I asked. "I can't tie this fucking thing!" he said, his exasperation showing. Yeah, like fuck he wasn't nervous! "Here, just relax. I'll do it for you." I said. As I tied the tie, I looked into his eyes. I could see love there but also a lot of nervousness as well. "Dad never taught me to do this. He always did what you're doing. He'd tie it for me." he said, quietly. "Looks like I'm back to being 'Dad' again, huh?" I smiled at him. "You never stopped. Dad, Lover, Friend - all rolled into one. I think that's how it should be." he said and gave me one of his 'killer' smiles. "Yes, I guess that's how it's always going to be with us." I agreed and I felt tears start to well in my eyes as I turned away to get control over myself. 'And I'm just a fucking rock of calmness!' I thought to myself. Troy walked up behind me and put his arms around me. I leaned back and put my head next to his. "Thank you, again, for loving me and giving me this day." Troy said. "This day is for both of us. As far as loving you is concerned, like I told you're mother, I don't feel anymore like I had any choice. I took one look in your eyes that night and I was done for." I said. I turned around and put my arms around him. "I want to tell you something that you are never, ever to breathe a word of to anyone - especially Melissa! Got that?" I said. "Yes." he replied. "When Melissa was born, I thought that was the happiest moment in my life. I was wrong. The happiest moment in my life was that first night when you said that you loved me. When Randy left me, I thought it was the end of my life - at least the part with any love in it. I knew that it was all my fault and I knew I would never be able to get him back. After Melissa's mother left, I resigned myself to being alone the rest of my life. I actually thought that it was God's punishment for having screwed up everything with Randy. That night, when I looked in your eyes and saw how much you loved me, it was like God had forgiven me and given me a second chance at life and at love. When you walked into my life, God not only opened the Gates of Heaven and let me in - He opened the Gates of Hell and let me out." I couldn't go on. Tears were filling my eyes and my throat was closing up on me. Troy reached up and pulled my head down on his shoulder and began stroking my head. I could see my tears wetting his white shirt as I cried. We stood there a long time, while Troy just held me and let our bodies speak our love for each other. I finally pulled myself together and pulled back so that I could kiss him. Our kiss was hard and as fierce as our love for each other. No one had ever kissed me like this and I doubted that anyone ever would. "I'm sorry, I got your shirt all wet." I said, breaking the kiss. "It will dry." Troy smiled at me. "I just know how perfect you want everything to be today." I said. "It already is, Mike. Now I truly do understand what it is that I do for you. Why you need me. I guess I always sensed it, but now I really understand it. Thank you for telling me." he said as he kissed me again. We finally finished dressing just as there was a knock at the basement door. It was Janet. "Are you guys ready? Everyone's waiting for you!" she said. "Yes. We're ready." I called up and could hear her high heels as she came down the stairs. She stopped half way down and just looked at us. "Oh, my God! You two look so handsome!" she said and I could see her having problems maintaining her self-control. "Don't start crying now, Mom! There's a whole wedding to go through! Save some of those tears for that!" Troy joked with her as he walked up the stairs towards her. He reached out and took her in his arms and hugged her then they walked up the stairs together, with me following. Fr. Gray had discussed several options with us as far as the beginning of the ceremony was concerned. We could enter separately, walking down the short aisle or we could enter from the sides at the same time and meet at the center where the ceremony would be performed. We couldn't agree and then I had a thought and offered it as an alternative. Since we already considered ourselves married and were only having the ceremony as a celebration of that bond between us for our family and friends, why couldn't be walk down the aisle hand in hand at the beginning? Troy thought it was a great idea and even Fr. Gray agreed that is sounded just fine to him. So Troy and I stood at the opened french doors leading out to the back yard while Janet went ahead to get to her seat next to Shirley and Amanda. I caught my eye that our friends were seated by sex. All of the women on the right left side and all of the males, Jamie and Peter (Melissa's boyfriend), were seated on the left. Under the tent, I could see Fr. Gray standing there in a cassock and surplice with a brocade stole over his shoulders in colors of red, green and blue on a white background. On the left side of him, as I faced him, stood Melissa, beautiful in a white, strapless gown of satin ornamented with pearl beads. On the right, stood Randy, incredibly handsome in a dove grey suit with a dark blue tie and matching pocket square. Someone gave the DJ a cue and the music started that Troy and I had decided on for walking down the aisle together - "There's A Place For Us" from WESTSIDE STORY. A song that spoke of love, unacceptable to the world, but true none the less. As we approached the altar, Melissa stood next to Troy and Randy came over to stand next to me. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it and smiled at him. He smiled back and leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You are one fucking lucky guy!" he said so that only I could hear it. I looked at him and smiled that I agreed. Then Fr. Gray began the ceremony. "My brothers and sisters. We have come together in the presence of God to witness and bless the joining together of these two men in Holy Matrimony. The bond and covenant of Marriage which joins Troy and Michael in heart, body and mind is intended by God for their mutual joy and for the help and comfort given one another in prosperity and adversity. Therefore marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, deliberately and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted by God. "Troy, will you have this man to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" "I will." Troy answered, and I could hear a quaver in his voice. "And you, Michael, will you have this man to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" "I will." I answered and found my voice wasn't as strong as usual either. Then addressing our everyone, Fr. Gray said. "Will all of you witnessing these promises do all in your power to uphold these two persons in their marriage?" And there was a resounding "We Will!" from everyone - including, I noticed, the DJ, the florists and even the caterers! Then Fr. Gray read two special passages from the bible. "This first reading comes from a story of the love two men had for each other. Jonathan, the son of King Saul and David who would eventually succeed Saul as the King of Israel. It is written in the 20th Chapter of the Book of Samuel, beginning at the 11th verse: "Jonathan said, 'Come with me into the fields.' So they went together into the fields and Jonathan said to David, 'I promise in the sight of the Lord the God of Israel, this time tomorrow I will sound my father for the third time and if he is well disposed to you, I will send and let you know. If my father means mischief, the Lord do that same to me and more, if I do not let you know and get you safely away. The Lord be with you as he has been with my father! I know that as long as I live you will show me faithful friendship, as the Lord requires; and if I should die, you will continue loyal to my family for ever. When the Lord rid's the earth of all David's enemies, may the Lord call him to account if he and his house are no longer my friends.' Jonathan pledged himself afresh to David because of his love for him, for he loved him as himself.' "Here ends the reading." Fr. Gray intoned. "The next reading is from St. Paul's First Letter to the Corinthians. It is, arguably the favorite defining of love in all of Christendom. At the 13th Chapter, Paul writes about the importance of Love and what love truly is like: "I may speak in tongues of men or of angels, but if I am without love, I am a sounding gong or a clanging cymbal. I may have the gift of prophecy and know every hidden truth; I may have faith strong enough to move mountains; but if I have no love, I am nothing. I may dole out all I possess, or even give my body over to be burnt, but if I have no love, I am none the better. "Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; never selfish, not quick to take offense. Love keeps no scores of wrongs; does not gloat over other men's sins, but delights in the truth. There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limits to its faith, its hope, and its endurance. Here ends the reading." "Pretty well sums it up." Fr. Gray said. "David and Jonathan show us how to love - just as Jesus would say two centuries later - Jonathan loved David as himself. Loved David as much as he loved himself, loved him enough to give his life for his friend. And Paul tells us how love - and those in love - should behave. He points out that life without love is nothing. No matter what else life has for us, without love it means nothing. And above all, there is nothing that love cannot face and no limits to its faith, hope and endurance. And that's what we wish for you today, Michael and Troy. Love without limits, love filled with faith, hope and endurance for all of your lives to come. Amen." Then Fr. Gray joined our two right hands together and lead us through the vows. "I, Michael, take you, Troy, to be my husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow." I said the words of the ancient vows, looking into Troy's eyes and praying the whole time my voice would make it through and I wouldn't start crying over the joy I felt. Then it was Troy's turn. "I, Troy, take you, Michael, to be my husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow." he said, looking into my eyes and I could hear sobs coming from the seats behind us. When I turned to Randy to hand me the ring for Troy, I saw tears running down his face as well but he smiled at me as he handed me the ring I had bought for Troy what seemed so long ago! Melissa had Troy's class ring, which he had given me. We talked briefly about buying actual wedding bands but we were perfectly happy with the rings with which we had originally pledged our love with. Taking the ring in my hand, I held it out to Fr. Gray so he could bless it before I put it on Troy's finger. "Bless, O Lord, this ring to be a sign of the vows by which these your children have bound themselves to each other, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen." Fr. Gray intoned. He then made the Sign of the Cross with his hand over the ring. I slipped the ring on Troy's finger and said the words that Fr. Gray had given me to memorize. "Troy, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the Name of God." And just as I had that night up on the ridge, I took Troy's hand and kissed the ring as I placed it on his finger. Melissa then handed Troy his class ring which he also presented to Fr. Gray to bless. He placed it on my finger and made the same pledge and kissed the ring once it was on my finger. Then Fr. Gray placed his hands, one on each of our heads. "O God, you have so consecrated the covenant of marriage that in it is represented the spiritual unity between Christ and his Church: Send therefore you blessing upon these your servants that they may so love, honor, and cherish each other in faithfulness and patience, in wisdom and true godliness, that their home may be a blessing of haven and peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, now and forever. Amen." He then took his hands off our heads, and raising his right hand and making the sign of the cross over us, gave us this final blessing: "God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, bless, preserve and keep you; the Lord mercifully with his favor look upon you, and fill you with every spiritual benediction and grace; that you may faithfully live together in this life, and in the age to come have life everlasting. Amen." "You can kiss now. It's well and truly done!" he whispered to us. Troy and I turned to each other and I took him in my arms. I could see the tears pouring from his eyes even as the love and happiness shone from them. I knew tears were coming out of mine as well, but I didn't care! I kissed him as passionately as I'd ever kissed him - not caring that everyone was there watching us. I hadn't thought that this ceremony would mean all that much to me, but as we went through it and I thought about the words I was saying to Troy, it suddenly took on tremendous meaning for me. I truly felt that God had witnessed and blessed our vow to each other and our love for each other. As we kissed, I became aware of yelling coming from somewhere and, for a moment, couldn't understand where it was coming from or why. Then I broke the kiss and Troy and I saw all of our friend and family and even the people who were here to serve at the wedding, yelling, screaming and cheering us! We both looked at each other and then blushed. We heard the music of the Star Wars Theme coming out of the speakers. It was at Troy's insistence that we use this as the music for our march down the aisle, finally as a married couple. I took Troy's arm in mine and we walked to the back of the tent where the tables had been set up for a wedding luncheon. Everyone came to congratulate us starting with Janet and Melissa. Janet kissed us both and, through her tears, told us that we had made her very, very happy. Melissa kissed Troy and laughing, told him that under no circumstances would she ever call him 'Dad'! Troy replied that he was very happy with that and under no circumstances was she ever to call him 'Mom' either! My daughter threw herself in my arms, kissed me and the told me how happy she was for me. I told her that my only prayer was that she find that very same happiness one day for herself. She smiled shyly at me and whispered: "Maybe I already have!" and grinned over at Pete. 'Well,' I thought, 'maybe Shirley's talents would be in use sooner than I thought!'. Shirley and Amanda were next. They each hugged and kissed us and told us how much it reminded them of their own ceremony many years before. Troy and I both thanked Shirley for all the hard work she'd done to make this day so wonderful for us. Shirley shrugged off our thanks. "You'll have this day to remember, young man." she said to Troy. "But I have that painting above the mantle of Amanda and I for the rest of my life!" Troy blushed at that. Then came Jamie and Randy. Jamie kissed each of us and I could see by his red-rimmed eyes that he was one of the ones who had cried during the ceremony. Then Randy put his arms around me and whispered in my ear. "I will always love you. I only wish it could have been like this for us." he said and then he kissed me on the cheek. "And I will always love you." I whispered back and then smiled at him. The last to come up was Pete. I think it surprised both Troy and I when, rather than a handshake as I would have expected from a 16 year old, straight boy - Pete, instead, threw his arms around each of us, hugged us and kissed us on the cheek. "That was the most awesome thing I've ever seen!" he exclaimed. "I've been to weddings before but I've never seen two people so much in love in my life!" "Thanks, Pete." I said. "Who knows, maybe we'll come to your wedding some day." Troy looked quizzically at me but I just smiled my 'I'm the Dad, I don't have to explain things' smile. He then poked me in the ribs! We all sat down and had lunch. Wine and champagne flowed so that by the time the meal ended, I was, quite frankly, feeling no pain! I figured we had one more horrible thing to get through which was the obligatory (at least as far as my daughter, my secretary and my new 'mother in law' were concerned) the traditional "First Dance". Troy and I had never danced together - ever! I didn't even know if he knew how! And I was certainly no dancer, never had been! But then the music started of the song we had chosen for this - "Some Enchanted Evening" from SOUTH PACIFIC. The title reminded us of that first night when Troy and I made love to each other. I took Troy's hand and lead him to the small dance floor. Everyone circled around us as the music started. I put both my arms around Troy's waist and he put his arms around my shoulders. I had put my foot down. If we were going to do this, I was going to lead! I didn't know how to follow! I figured we take a few slow steps and that would be it. But suddenly, with Troy in my arms, we were gliding across the dance floor like we had danced together for years! I looked into his eyes, questioning what was going on. "Mom taught me to follow!" he giggled. We danced for a few more moments and then Troy danced with his mother and I danced with Melissa. Then everyone was dancing with everyone else. I ended up dancing with everyone, except Fr. Gray who said he was too old to dance and would rather watch the rest of us. The music continued to be slow and suddenly I found myself in Randy's strong arms. This was something I knew we would have never, ever believed we would be doing with each other all those years ago. And yet we glided smoothly across the dance floor. However, I noticed he was leading! He looked at me and winked. "Dancing is just doing vertically what we always loved doing horizontally!" he whispered and Randy and I cracked up laughing! I noticed Troy and Jamie dancing near us and shaking their heads at us like 'boys will be boys!'. Randy and I cut in on our lovers and danced with them some more. I couldn't believe how wonderful this felt with Troy in my arms. I tried to forget how wonderful it felt being in Randy's. But nothing was going to mar this day! We finally gathered to cut the cake and Troy and I fed each other pieces of it. We luckily didn't have to go through 'tossing the garter' or 'throwing the bouquet'! Instead we all sat and talked with one another and had some coffee to make sure that all of our guests were able to drive home safely! And since there was not going to be a honeymoon trip and there was no chance that Troy and I were going to have kids, there was no need to run the gauntlet of pelting rice either. Instead, we said good-by to each of our guests at the door. Even Melissa was spending the night at a girlfriend's house that night. Of course, she and Pete could be shacked up in a motel for all I knew. But I had long ago decided that my daughter was quite trustworthy and she could make up her own mind about things. Troy and I walked into the back yard where the caterers were just finishing cleaning up and the DJ was packed up and ready to leave. After they'd gone, Troy and I sat down in the tent to relax for a little while. We just sat there, looking at all the flowers and holding hands. I leaned over and began licking at his neck and he moaned. I suddenly got a crazy idea in my head. I stood up and took his hands and pulled him up. I put his arms round my neck and put mine around his waist. I started humming "Some Enchanted Evening" and moving him around the little dance floor. We grinned at each other as we danced together, just the two of us. Troy laid his head on my shoulder and we slowly moved as I continued to hum. Finally, I danced him toward the french doors leading to the house. When we got there, I stopped and reached down and picked him up in my arms. "What are you doing?!" he asked, laughing as he held onto my neck. "I'm carrying you over the threshold!" I said as I walked into the house and straight to our bedroom. I carried him into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. He pulled me down on top of him and I began to kiss him. I could feel my hard cock rubbing against his through our clothes. That's when I realized what was wrong. We still had clothes on! This had to change! So I got up off the bed and began to undress him as he lay there. First I stripped off the stupid tie and flung it across the room. Next I quickly opened the buttons on his shirt. Then I went to the foot of the bed and slipped of his loafers and socks. Getting on the bed, kneeling over his body, I undid his belt and opened his pants, leaning down and sliding the zipper down with my teeth. I pulled his pants down and slid them off his feet. I helped him off with his shirt and then all that were left were his briefs. I quickly took off my own clothes, just tossing everything as quickly as I could until I was naked. Troy looked at me questioningly at first because I left him in his briefs but then I got back on the bed between his legs and buried my face in his shorts. I began licking his cock through the soft cotton and nibbling it with my teeth. I could smell his sweat and pre-cum and taste just a little dried piss. I licked and sucked at his briefs until they were soaked with my saliva. Then I finally pulled them down and off his body so that he was finally lying there naked to my gaze. He reached up his arms to me. "Take me, Mike. I'm yours forever now! Come make love to me, husband!" he grinned. I moved back over him and kissed him deeply and then began to move down his body. I sucked at his nipples as I felt his legs raise and wrap themselves around my waist. I moved down his body and soon had his legs pushed back and my mouth licking and sucking at his ripe hole, shoving my tongue as far up his tart, musky ass getting him ready to take my cock which lay rock hard beneath me and leaking pre-cum on the bedcover. "Fuck, yeah! Eat my butt! Suck my hole! Get me ready, Mike! I want you to fuck me!" he moaned as he thrashed his head from side to side. I ate his butt until his hole was dripping with my saliva. I quickly moved up between his legs, spit on my hand and lubed up my cock. I put the head of my cock at the opening to his body and squeezed the shaft so that it would leak cock-snot onto his hole for added lubrication. I pressed against his opening and slid completely into his body until my pubic hair was pressed against his ass-lips. The heat and wetness inside his body wrapped itself around my cock and I moaned at the feel of him. He moaned as well as his ass muscles adjusted to my cock's intrusion into his channel. Starting with short jabs, I fucked him slowly, building until I was practically pulling my entire cock from his ass and then shoving all the way back inside. I was soon pounding his ass as hard as I could, all to his evident delight. "Fuck! Fuck, yeah! Come on! Pound my ass! Fuck me hard! HARD!" he moaned and screamed as I followed his directions to the letter! I was getting really close and I could tell that Troy was, too. I poured on the speed and really banged his ass as fast and as hard as I could. I heard him moaning and suddenly felt the muscles in his ass begin to spasm around my cock as his cock began shoot his load all over his face, neck, chest and stomach. The stimulation was enough to shove me over the edge and I began to spray my cum deep in his hole. I felt like one of my nuts was going to shoot out my cock, I shot so many times until I finally collapsed on top of him. Troy's arms went around my sweaty shoulders, and I buried my face in his shoulder, licking and sucking at his salty skin. It took me a while to get my breath back after that performance. I lay there almost like I was dead, except for my breathless heaving. Troy was gently stroking me and murmuring his feelings in my ear. "You are all I ever need. I love how you fuck me. The feeling inside me, when your cock is there, is so warm and wonderful. I wish you could be inside me always." he said quietly. "Not bad for a newly married husband, huh?" I finally said, smiling down at him as I lifted myself off him and rolled over on my side. Troy moved over toward me so that he was once again wrapped in my arms. I kissed him gently and he put his mouth to my chest and licked more of my sweat from me. I shivered at the touch of his tongue against my skin and pulled him closer yet. I looked down and his left hand was running through the hair on my chest and I could see the ring I had married him with that morning gleaming on his finger. I reached down and again raised his hand to my lips and kissed it. "Now you are well and truly mine - before God and everyone!" I sighed. "Yes. Just the way I always wanted it." Troy said and snuggled his head onto my shoulder. I guess the events of the day had exhausted us both because before I knew it, we were fast asleep in each other's arms. Where we belonged. The End of Part 12 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND I hope you enjoyed the story so far. If you did, write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com. 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