Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2002 16:19:40 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 23

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 - ERIC'S STORY 7
Part 23

The Narrator of the story is now Marine Master Sergeant Eric Meadows -
Troy's father.

By RimPig (c) 2002

The life that Matt, Janet, Troy and I led all became very routine. There
was plenty of time for Matt and I to be together and a lot of that time
Troy shared in. He always loved being with us.  Janet never seemed to mind
and everyone, though not totally happy (with the possible exception of
Troy) it was a very satisfying life nonetheless. But there was still one
thing that Matt and I worried about - the possibility of one or the other
of us being transferred away from each other again.

When Troy was about seven years old, an opportunity came along that seemed
perfect to prevent this from happening again. The Marine Corps was in the
process of creating some very secretive, very specialized "Recon" teams for
use in, what we found out later, were covert operations. Matt and my
specialized skills as snipers and experts in advanced weaponry were perfect
for inclusion in one of the teams. The key to everything was making sure
that we would be in the same unit.  That would mean we would not be
separated again.

Matt wasn't that gung ho about us joining the recon teams to begin with. He
felt that there was an element of risk that was not being talked about. As
with all covert ops, we were only give information on a 'need-to-know'
basis. The training was extensive. We learned about explosives, poisons,
communication devices and everything that a covert team needs to know. We
enjoyed the training and the camaraderie of the team.

The team was headed by a Captain Mitchell. He was a tall man, in his 30's
with dark hair and eyes. He was well-built and he trained with us, just
like a member of the team. When we ran, he ran. When we climbed ropes, he
climbed ropes. When we went through the obstacle course, he did, too. He
never asked us to do anything that he wasn't willing to do himself. He was
a man you could respect. He seemed to like Matt and me. He called us his
'snake-eyes' because he said we each only needed one shot to kill.

Capt. Mitchell's second in command was Lieutenant Somers. A short, blond
haired, green eyed 'good-ol-boy' from Pine Grove, Alabama who had a
southern accent so thick, even Matt and I had trouble at first
understanding him. But there was no lack of understanding of his dedication
and enthusiasm for the team! Like Capt. Mitchell, Lt. Somers went along and
did everything that we did. The team, after several months was about as
'bonded' as a group of Marines could be who hadn't been in combat together.

To be honest, I think I just thought that we would never actually be sent
on a mission. After all, we were not the only team being trained like
this. We knew of at least four others that had been created. And for nearly
a year, it looked like I was right. We trained, and trained hard, but
that's all. Matt and I still spent weekends at the cabin and nights with
Troy. He was growing up so fast now. I could tell he was my son - he was
going to be a big boy! Tall, like his Daddy. And as Matt was quick to point
out, he certainly had my looks - except for those incredibly blue eyes of
his, which he got from his mother. He was a very outgoing boy and had a lot
of friends on the base.  However, he never missed an opportunity to spend
time with Matt and me. Especially if we were going up to the cabin.

We actually started to do some real hunting and fishing as Troy got
older. I got him his first 22 caliber rifle when he was 6 and Matt and I
started training him and teaching him gun safety as well as how to hunt. It
turned out to be somewhat of a disaster however. We set up a target range
and Troy did really well for someone his age. He had the ability to be an
expert marksman one day.  But when we took him out hunting - it was like
he'd never handled a rifle in his life. I couldn't understand it. One
evening when we'd been tramping in the woods all day and hadn't shot a
thing, I got a feeling that I wanted to check out. I asked Matt to give me
some time alone with Troy.  We went out onto the porch after dinner and sat
in the front porch swing that Matt and I had hung there. As usual, Troy sat
as close to me as he could, and I had my arm around him.

"You know, son, you've really done good at target practice. I'm real proud
of you. I'll bet you could really be an expert marksman one day." I told
him.

"You mean that, Daddy?" he asked, his little face lit up with a smile.

"You know I never lie to you, son. I surely do think that you've got
potential. But there's just one thing I don't understand; when we go out
hunting, you seem like you can't hit anything - almost like you've never
shot a gun in your life. Why is that, Troy?" I asked.

His face fell and he was silent for a long time. That's when I knew
something was wrong. I didn't say anything just waited for him to
answer. Finally he did.

"Will you promise not to be mad at me if I tell you?" he said very quietly.

"Troy, I don't get mad when you tell me the truth and I'm not going to get
mad now. So tell me, what's bothering you, son?" I asked, keeping my voice
soft and steady.

Again, there was a long pause while he built up his courage.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I don't want to let you down but...I just can't kill
anything. I don't like the thought of hurting anything or taking it's
life." Troy answered.

I was somewhat stunned to say the least. Here I was, I'd hunted and fished
since I was younger than Troy and I was a Marine sniper trained to kill
other human beings on orders. It was somewhat disconcerting for my son to
tell me something like this. I didn't know what to say. I mean it was like
my son was rejecting everything that I was. But when I looked down into
those deep blue eyes, I saw everything that I'd always seen - all the
incredible amount of love and admiration that Troy had for me. And for once
in my life, I finally saw something else - the depth of what must be a very
tender heart. A heart so easily hurt, it couldn't stand to hurt anything
else.  Troy hadn't grown up the way Matt and I had. He never had to put
game on the table in order to eat. In reality, Matt and I hunted more out
of habit and something to do with Troy. After all, as much as we may have
wanted to, when Troy was with us, we couldn't spend all our time making
love to each other!

As I sat there thinking, I guess that Troy took my silence for anger or
disappointment in him. I saw tears start to silently slide down his face
and it shook me to the very foundations of my soul!

"Troy, please don't cry. I'm not angry with you, son. I just never knew you
felt that way. I wished you have told me sooner. I promise, no more
hunting." I said softly, hugging him to me and leaning down and kissing the
top of his head.

"Oh, thank you, Daddy! I was so afraid to tell you!" Troy said.

"Well, that really hurts, son! I don't want you to ever be afraid to tell
me anything!" I said.

"But I wanted you to be proud of me." he said, clearly looking dejected.

"Who said I'm not? Son, a man has to live his own life - not anybody
else's. I can't tell you what is going to make you happy. You have to
decide that for yourself. You were man enough to tell me what you wanted
for your own life. That makes me very proud of you! I don't want you to
ever feel that you can't do that. Now, I may not always agree with you, but
I'll respect your right to be a man and live your own life." I told him.

His face brightened and he reached up and hugged me, kissing my stubbly
cheek.

"Thanks, Daddy!" he exclaimed.

"So what do you want to do instead of hunting. Do you want to stop shooting
altogether?" I asked him.

"No! I love target practice. But I just want to shoot at targets, not
animals. Animals I like to see and draw." he said.

I had noticed Troy dragging along a spiral bound book with him and
drawing. He'd never shown me any of it and I didn't want to pry.

"Have you been drawing the animals?" I asked.

"Well...I've been drawing lots of things." Troy answered somewhat
reluctantly.

"Would you show me what you've drawn?" I asked.

"You really want to see?" Troy asked as if he couldn't believe that I was
serious.

"Of course I want to see! Why would you think I wouldn't?" I asked him.

"Well...I was afraid you'd think it was 'sissy' to draw." Troy said.

"Who the fuck told you it was sissy to draw?!" I asked him.

"Well...a couple of the other boys said that it was. They told me all
artists are sissies." he said, hanging his head.

"Well you just tell those boys that they're full of crap - and that your
Daddy said so! And if they don't believe you - you just have them come talk
to me! Why the man who invented the first tank and the first helicopter was
an artist by the name of Leonardo DaVinci! His paintings are worth millions
of dollars today! He was a brilliant man and we wasn't no 'sissy'!" I told
Troy.

What I didn't tell him was that Leonardo was Gay. But that still didn't
make him a 'sissy'!

"Really?! I didn't know that!" Troy enthused.

"So why don't you get that book you're always draggin' around and show it
to me?" I asked.

"Ok." he said jumping up and running into the cabin. He was back in a
couple of minutes with the book.

I started going through the book and looking at the pictures. I'm no artist
and certainly don't know shit about art, but for an 8 year old the drawings
were, from what I could tell, really good! I mean you could really see what
he was trying to draw. One picture, towards the back of the book, about
shocked the shit outa me! I could see really well what it was. It was two
men in bed, wrapped up in each others arms. It was real obvious that it was
Matt and me. Matt was holding me and my head was resting on his chest. I
had no idea when Troy had drawn this!

"Troy, when did you draw this one?" I asked him.

"Last time we were up here at the cabin." he answered.

"No, I mean how did you draw this? From memory or while Matt and I were
asleep." I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

"You and Uncle Matt were asleep. I was going to climb in bed with you, the
way I used to, but you looked so...I don't know...kinda peaceful there. I
decided to draw you instead." Troy asked.

"Have you shown this to anybody, Troy?" I asked, afraid that Janet might
have seen it.

"No, Daddy. I didn't want to show that one to anybody. It was private. I
was only going to show you and Uncle Matt." Troy said.

"Can I have this, Troy?" I asked.

"Sure! If you want it?" he said, obviously proud that I wanted one of his
pictures.

"Yes, I do, Troy. I think it's very good. And I think Uncle Matt will,
too. But I'm going to ask one thing of you." I said.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Please don't go drawing me and Uncle Matt anymore unless you let us know
you're doing it.  Some people might not understand how close your Uncle
Matt and I are." I explained the best I could.

"Ok, Daddy. I promise. I've never drawn the two of you before. In fact, I'd
never drawn people before. It was hard, but I really enjoyed doing it." he
said.

"Well, maybe you can do some more, just ask first." I repeated.

"Ok." he said.

"Now, why don't you go inside and get Uncle Matt, I want to show this to
him. And I want to talk to him alone, so you find something to do. Ok,
sport?" I said.

"Really?! You really like it!?" he enthused.

"Yes, Troy. I really like it! Now, scoot!" I said and he went running into
the house screaming for Matt.

After a few minutes, Matt walked out on the porch.

"Troy says you've got something to show me?" Matt asked.

I handed him the picture. He stood looking at it a long time.

"Holy Fuck! When did he draw this?" Matt asked, his face ashen.

"Last time we were up here at the cabin." I said.

"Oh, shit! Has he shown it to anyone?" he asked.

"Anyone - like Janet? No. He says he hasn't shown it to anyone. I told him
he couldn't go drawing pictures of you and me unless he asked us first. He
seemed to be ok with it." I said.

"Fuckin' good picture! That boy's got real talent! I just about shit when I
saw what it was though!" he laughed.

"Yeah, I did, too! I don't want to destroy it, but it's too dangerous to
have around. I don't know what the fuck to do with it." I said.

"I know exactly what to do with it!" Matt replied. "We're gonna frame it
and hang it up in the loft. That ways nobody but you, me and Troy will ever
see it."

"Yeah! That's a good idea. Nobody comes up here but us, it should be safe
here." I said.

"Do you think he suspects anything?" Matt asked quietly.

"I think he knows that we love each other. We've never hidden that from
him. I don't think he thinks about anything else. But we do have another
problem." I informed him.

"What's that?" he asked.

"We have to stop the 'hunting' trips." I said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Have you noticed how good Troy does on the target range and how badly he
does out in the field?" I asked him.

"Well...yeah. But I haven't wanted to say anything about it." he said.

"Because he's my son and you love him, right?" I said, looking Matt in the
eyes. I could see the look of surprise in them when I said this.

"Well...yeah." he admitted.

"Why do you think it's happening?" I asked.

"Well...I hate to say this, but I always got the feeling that he was
missing on purpose, but I don't know why." Matt replied.

"Good for you! I just wished you'd said something to me sooner." I said.

"Why, am I right?" Matt asked.

"Yes, you are. It seems Troy doesn't take to the idea of killing
anything. It's not that he's a pussy or anything, it's just that the boy
seems to have a real tender heart when it comes to anything that's alive. I
guess he's just different from you and me." I said.

"I don't think that's true." Matt disagreed.

"Not true? Look at us, Matt. We're trained to kill - and not just animals
neither! We're trained to kill other people, on command." I said.

"But you and I both know that we would only do that in defense of our
country. It's not like we're looking to kill people! I know I sure as fuck
wouldn't enjoy it - and neither would you! As to huntin', well...that's
just the way we were raised. I don't know about you, but sometimes puttin'
game on the table meant that everybody around our house got to eat!" Matt
said.

"Yeah. It was the same with us. I guess Troy wasn't raised that way. He's
never gone hungry like I did. Not that I want that for him! I made sure
that never happened. I guess what bothers me is I don't want him to end up
hating me because of me being a Marine and all. I don't want him to hate
his Daddy because I might have to kill people." I said.

Matt stepped forward and pulled me to him. I rested my head against his
hard abs and he stroked my head and shoulders.

"Those people his Daddy may have to kill are bad people who would kill his
Daddy if given half the chance. I don't think Troy is every goin' to hate
you for that! That boy loves you too much.  And he damned sure knows that
you love him. I think that's what blew me away about that picture." Matt
said softly.

"Why? What do you mean?" I asked, pulling back a little and looking up into
his eyes.

"Didn't you see? Couldn't you tell? That picture was drawn with love. Love
so strong and so total that it damned near took my breath away! He loves
you like no one I've ever seen! Except maybe me." he said this last
quietly.

"Well, he seems to love you almost as much from what I saw. I know that
making Janet pregnant and ending up married to her for Troy's sake was a
huge fuck up but I can't tell you I'm really sorry it happened. I do love
him. He's just about everything to me. The only person I love more is you."
I told him.

"I know that. And, believe me, I would never want to come between you and
that boy. I think I love him almost as much as you do. Yes, it was a fuck
up, but sometimes even fuck up's turn out to be the right thing after all."
Matt said.

"Thank you." I said humbly.

"What for?" he asked.

"For loving me, for forgiving me, for not leaving my ass when you had every
right to." I said.

"Babe," he said, leaning down and kissing me gently. "Haven't you figured
it out yet? I could never leave you."

"I think Troy would enjoy going out in the woods and drawing for
awhile. Why don't you meet me in the loft in about 5 minutes?" I smiled up
at him.

That was to be the last carefree weekend we ever spent in the cabin. I'm
glad we didn't know it then. Our lovemaking was so gentle and relaxed, so
tender and warm. It was almost like we were making love to each other's
souls as well as each other's bodies. Strangely enough, almost like he knew
what was coming, Troy slept with us that night - something he had not done
in a long time.

When we got back to base that next night, Matt and I seemed like we
couldn't let go of one another. Even after all the lovemaking over the
weekend, we still ended up out back of the rifle range making love in the
back of my truck. I came home completely exhausted for once and didn't have
anything left for Janet. But she didn't seem to mind.

The next day, Capt. Mitchell held a meeting with all of us. Training was to
escalate immediately.  We had been given a mission that would commence
within the next three weeks. We weren't told then what it was, but we
started training on the assault of an armed compound. We at first thought
it might be in the middle east but rumors were rampant that it had
something to do with Central and South America and the drug trafficking
that was going on there.

On Thursday of the last week of training, Lt. Somers told me that
Capt. Mitchell wanted to see me. I went to our teams office.

"Sergeant Meadow reporting as ordered, sir!" I said, coming to attention
and snapping him a salute.

He returned my salute and said, "At ease, Eric. Have a seat."

I knew immediately that something was up and it wasn't good. Capt. Mitchell
had never called me by my given name before.

"Because you're a family man, I want to give you a heads up. The balloon is
going up next week.  I'd suggest you spend this weekend with your family. I
don't know when we'll be getting back from this." Capt. Mitchell said.

"I take it this is going to be pretty intense." I said.

"If it wasn't, they wouldn't send us in. I can't tell you now what it's
going to be. I just wanted to give you a chance to be with the one's you
love this weekend." he said.

"I thank you for that, Captain. I certainly will take your advice." I
said. "Is there anything else, sir?"

"No, Sergeant. You're dismissed." he said.

I stood up, snapped to attention and gave him another salute. I then left
his office and went back to where we were training. I was worried because
Capt. Mitchell didn't look exactly gung-ho about this mission, whatever it
was. He seemed worried. And that caused me to worry. I went to Matt and
told him we would be leaving for the cabin after we got off duty
tomorrow. I was going to take the Captain's advice literally. I was going
to spend the weekend with the one's that I truly loved - Matt and Troy.

I told Janet about the trip up to the cabin that night. She was used to us
going up there so she thought nothing about it. I didn't want to tell her
the truth about the mission. There was no sense worrying her until the time
was actually there. Troy, of course, was excited. Now that he didn't have
to go hunting anymore, he was looking forward to spending time with me and
Matt. I, of course, could say nothing to him either. I wasn't about to put
that burden on an 8 year old boy.

But I think he knew that something was up. I guess Matt and I didn't seem
to be as relaxed and joking as we usually were on the way up to the cabin
that next afternoon. We stopped to get some gas and some supplies and Troy
asked me quietly if something was wrong.

"No! Why would anything be wrong?" I lied to him, something I hated to do.

"You and Uncle Matt don't seem as happy as you usually do when were going
to the cabin. You two aren't mad at each other are you?" Troy asked.

"Now what puts these ideas in your head, boy?! Matt and I never get mad at
each other, you know that! I guess we're just tired from all the training
we've been doing lately. There ain't nothin' you need to worry your head
about." I said, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Ok, Daddy." he said, but he didn't sound very convinced.

We got to the cabin late in the afternoon and after putting away the
groceries we decided to all take a swim in the lake. I noticed again, as he
stood naked with Matt and me, how much Troy was growing. His once small
cock was actually developing length and I wondered how long it would be
before all those hormones would start flowing beginning puberty and making
him into the most feared animal on the planet - at least by parents - a
horny, lust-driven, teenage male! I did notice that as closely as I was
looking at him, he was looking just as closely at Matt and me.  He seemed
fascinated with our long, soft cocks and all the hair on our bodies - such
a contrast from his long, lean hairless one. I could almost see the envy in
his eyes. But there was something else there as well. I couldn't put my
finger on it exactly. The closest thing I could identify it was desire. I
began to wonder again if Matt was right and Troy was a lot more like Matt
and me than we knew.

We swam, horsed around and had a great time. Even Matt and I were able to
forget for just a little while what lay ahead for us. We left our clothes
off and went naked back to the cabin and spent the rest of the night that
way. This was common for us. With nobody around and the weather just about
warm all the time, we hardly ever bothered with clothes. Neither Matt or I
had any 'body taboo's' and I didn't want Troy having any either. I wanted
my son to grow up knowing his body and being proud of it.

We grilled out steaks that night on the deck behind the cabin over-looking
the lake.  Troy asked, out of the blue if he could have a beer like me and
Uncle Matt. I thought about it a second and was about to say 'no'. Then I
thought better of it. I decided if the kid was going to drink, he should do
it around Matt and I and learn how. Better yet, it was bound to make him
sleepy and then Matt and I could go up to the loft and I could get my hands
on him - which is what I'd wanted to do since we left the base several
hours before.

"Ok, son. Just the once. But you don't go tellin' your mom! She'll have my
hide, if you do!" I said, handing him a long-necked bottle.

"No, Daddy! I won't tell her!" he said.

Matt and I watched him as he took his first drink. Just what we both
figured would happen did.  He didn't seem to like it much from the face he
made but, having be allowed to join the company of 'the Big Dogs', the
puppy wasn't about to admit that. He gamely finished the bottle. It got him
silly and soon after dinner he was falling asleep in my arms. I smiled over
at Matt.

"I think I'll take him and put him to bed. Wanna come with me?" I asked
Matt.

"Don't I always?" he grinned at me.

"Yes. You do."

Matt and I walked into the cabin. Matt opened the door to Troy's room for
me and pulled back the covers so I could slide my sleeping boy into the
bed. Then I leaned down and kissed him and Matt did the same. We covered
him up and then left the room, drawing the door shut behind us.

"Well, now what do you want to do, as if I didn't already guess!" Matt
laughed.

I played innocent. "Why what do you mean?" I asked him.

"Pretty slick there, Sergeant! Lettin' the kid have his first beer, knowing
it would put him out for the night so we wouldn't be disturbed!" He
laughed.

"Now, would I do something like that?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him
like a Southern Belle.

"Fuck yes, you would!" he howled.

"And if you don't keep it down, you'll wake him up and it will have all
been for nothin'!" I growled at him.

He didn't say a word, just suddenly dropped to a crouch, threw me over his
shoulder in a 'fireman's carry' and hauled my naked ass up the stairs to
the loft and our bed.

Matt dumped me on the bed and then jumped on top of me. Matt is no small
man and all that weight hitting me almost knocked my breath out! His mouth
came down on mine and his tongue pushed itself into my mouth. There was no
doubt that Matt wanted me badly. As much as I wanted him. He ground his
hard cock into my groin and rubbed up against my equally lust-filled
rod. Our cocks were leaking cock-snot and they slid against each other
allowing our body fluids to mingle and coat each other.

"I want to fuck you!" Matt said, pulling back and looking at me with fire
in his eyes. "I want to fuck you hard! I want to fuckin' rape your ass!"

"Do me, Matt! Do me hard and long! I need your cock in my ass!" I begged,
my body aflame with desire for him.

He pulled out of my arms and moved down the bed so that he was between my
legs. He quickly grabbed them and pushed them back until my knees were
resting almost on my shoulders. He then buried his face in my open, ripe
butt-trench. I first heard him taking deep inhalations of my ass- scent and
heard him moan as my ripe funk hit his nose. I then felt his tongue licking
hard up and down my trench until he finally stabbed it deep into my
pucker. He tongue fucked my hole as hard and as deep as he could,
slobbering spit all over me and getting me wet for penetration. In the mean
time, I was moaning and begging him to shove his cock up my butt.

"Oh fuck, yeah! Eat my hole! Tongue fuck that butt! Shove your fuckin' cock
all the way up my hole!" I babbled, almost incoherent in my desire for him.

He raised up between my legs as I held them back, keeping my hole exposed
for him. He spit on his cock and put it at the opening to my body. With one
long push, he shoved his entire cock up my ass until his pubic hair was
crushed against my hole. I groaned at the intrusion of his thick meat and
forced my shocked shit-chute to relax around his pole. I didn't have much
time because Matt started fucking me almost immediately. And not short
stroked, either! He was long-dicking my ass almost from the start, slamming
his cock as hard up my butt as his hips could send it! He pounded my hole
like a man possessed!

I looked up into his eyes and saw such incredible love and lust there. He
needed to fuck a warm hole really bad but, more than that, he really needed
to fuck MY warm hole! It was me he wanted, me he needed. We kept eye
contact all the time he was pounding my butt. It was one of the most
intense fucks I've ever experienced.

Suddenly, Matt shifted his hips and changed the angle of penetration. Now
his cock was crashing into my prostate on each stroke. I moaned and cried
out! I couldn't take much more of this before I would start to cum!

"Matt! I'm cumming! I can't help it! FFFFUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!" I screamed as I
shot my load out all over myself.

Some of my cum landed across my face and in my open mouth. The rest shot
out across my chest hair and my belly. As I continued to shoot, I could
feel Matt slam into me one last time and then I could feel the contractions
as his cock shot deep into my ass. I couldn't even begin to count the
number of times he shot, but I could feel cum dripping out of my butt
around his cock-shaft.

I figured he'd collapse in my arms, but no! He no more shot then he started
pounding my butt again! Just as hard as before! His cock never went soft,
not even a little bit. I could feel my own cock responding to this new
onslaught and I soon found myself just as hard as before. Matt continued
plundering my ass, shoving his cock as hard and as far up it as he could
reach - and then some! I figured it would take a while for him to reach
orgasm but I was wrong! Within minutes he was crying out and slamming his
cum-shooting cock deep into my butt! My cock was hard as a rock, but no
where near cumming when Matt's second orgasm hit.

He then collapsed in my arms and I could feel and smell the sweat from the
exertion of two very quick orgasms. His scent, the smell of our fuck and my
cum, along with my own scent mixed together to make a very heady mixture of
maleness. I held his body tight to mine while he recovered from his
efforts. I gently kissed and licked at his shoulders, neck, ears and
cheek. But he had left me half way there and I wanted to get off again as
well. And I wanted to get off in his warm, wet butt!

"I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you hard!" I whispered in his ear.

He moaned and I could feel his finally spent cock slip from my cum-filled
ass.

"Do what you want with my ass, just don't ask me to move!" he moaned.

I slid out from under him and he lay face down, almost spread eagle, on the
bed. I got down between his legs, parting his butt cheeks with my hands,
buried my face in his raunchy, ripe butt. I just allowed my nose to move
slowly up and down his ass-crack at first, inhaling the scent of sweat,
ass-musk and maleness that was unique to Matt. The scent swirling up into
my nose made my cock quiver and cough out cock-snot. I loved the smell of
his butt! I loved the dark, muskiness of it and the way it turned me on as
almost nothing else did. But soon, my desire to taste all these fragrant
delight overcame me and I began to drag my tongue from his ball-sack to the
small of his back. I licked and licked his butt, trying to gather all of
the tangy, sweet tastes of his crack. I could feel his puckered hole
quivering each time my tongue slid over it. I finally decided that the
tastes inside of Matt were waiting and I needed to move on.

I circled his puckered hole with my tongue, teasing it to open. It flowered
open and my tongue immediately pressed against the opening and entered his
body. The dark, tangy taste of the inside of my lover's body sent my cock
into quivering madness. It, too, wanted to be inside this hole but it was
my tongue's turn first! I needed to taste the essence, the dark, secret,
maleness of Matt! He obviously needed it, too, as he moaned and thrust his
ass back, trying to get more and more of my stabbing tongue deep into his
body.

I slid up his back and pushed my cock into his ass-crack, nuzzling my
cock-head against his dripping wet pucker-hole. I just held my cock there,
not pushing forward, allowing his hole to get used to the idea of
penetration. Slowly his hole began to open and it seemed to just suck my
cock- head inside. I still didn't push, allowing everything to happen at
Matt's body's pace. Finally, I felt his hole relax and then I felt Matt's
ass begin pushing back and impaling himself on my cock. He pushed until my
pubic hard was tickling his pucker and my cock was buried completely in his
butt.

Again, I waited as his hole gradually loosened and then I pulled back and
began slowly fucking his butt. I licked and sucked at his shoulders and
neck while I did him slow up the butt. The deep slide in and out of his
shit-chute was like exquisite torture for both of us. I don't know how long
I was able to keep up the slow pace but after what seemed like hours, I
finally couldn't take it any longer. I began to really pound the fuck out
of Matt's ass as he begged me to do him hard! I pounded his butt and
suddenly felt his ass contract around my cock as he pumped more cum out on
the bed below him. I soon followed, trying very hard not to scream and wake
up Troy. I pumped cum up his butt like there was no tomorrow and finally
collapsed on his back.

I felt my cock slide from his ass and I slid down to bury my face back in
his butt to suck out the load that I had just shot up in it. But Matt had
other ideas. He quickly flipped over on his back and begged me to come up
and put my butt on his face. It was awkward at first, 'sitting on his face'
as Matt put it. But then I found the most wonderful thing about it. By
leaning down and lifting Matt's legs and pulling them back under my arms, I
could eat his fuckin' butt while he was suckin' out mine! This was heaven!
My nose and face buried in Matt's ripe, smelly butt and his buried in mine!
Nothing could get better than this!

When we finally had ate our loads - or as much of them as we could suck out
- out of each other's asses, we headed for the bathroom. We got to the
shower and I immediately knelt down and took Matt's soften cock in my
mouth. It tasted like his cum, his headcheese, his sweat and my ass. In
other words, it was delicious! But what I wanted now was some of his
manpiss! I didn't have to wait long. Matt's flow took only seconds to start
and I gulped and gulped down his mild beer- piss. This wasn't sex. This
wasn't being little boys. This was some way of making a deep commitment to
each other. I can't explain it - I only know it was very real for both or
us. Of course, when I finished drinking down all Matt's hot piss, I stood
and he drank from me. We didn't even bother to shower after that. We just
fell into bed into each other's arms.

I awoke as dawn was just breaking. I could feel Matt pressed against my
back, his arm around me clutching my gut and his breath blowing softly on
my neck. But I also felt a warm body pressed against the front of me which
my own arm was clutching close to me - Troy. He'd gotten into bed with Matt
and I sometime during the night. He hadn't done this in a long time. I
wondered if he had somehow figured out the real nature of this weekend. I
already knew he had picked up something in the way that Matt and I were
acting from his questions the previous afternoon.

For whatever reason, Troy seemed to want to be as close to me and Matt as
possible that weekend. I lay there for a long while, watching my boy
asleep. I found tears forming in my eyes as I thought about having to leave
him behind while Matt and I went God knows where to do God knows what with
the chance that one or both of us may not return. I loved this boy so much!
I had lived a double life to be near him. I had risked losing the one man
in all the world that I truly loved to be near him. I didn't know how to
say good-bye to him. I leaned down and kissed him gently and he stirred in
his sleep. His head turned back and his eyes opened and he looked at me
with those beautiful deep blue eyes of his. I smiled at him and he quickly
turned over in my arms and hugged me, burying his face in my chest hair -
something he always wanted to do.

"Good morning, Daddy! You smell good!" he said.

This somewhat astonished me! Matt and I had fucked like two animals the
night before and neither one of us had showered afterward. I knew what Troy
was smelling was my sweat and musk from the previous night. Now, I loved
that smell and so did Matt. Matt and I could hardly get enough of the scent
of each other. When we were at the cabin we hardly ever showered - unless
you count those piss fights we'd have. We loved how ripe our scent could
become and we reveled in it. But for Troy to tell me that he liked the same
scent, really startled me. It had just been the previous time at the cabin
that I'd noticed Troy checking Matt and me out and had wondered then if
perhaps he might end up preferring men as I did. Now, with this revelation,
my mind was becoming even more convinced that I was right. Well, if he was
Gay, he certainly would have a good example of how two men could love each
other.

I leaned down and took a good, long whiff of Troy's body, being very
obvious about what I was doing. He giggled.

"Mmm! You smell good, too!" I said, relishing the sweaty 'boy-smell' of
him, a scent so different from a grown male but reminiscent of it
nonetheless.

Just at that moment, I felt and heard deep breaths being taken of my neck
and shoulders.

"The boy's right! You do smell good!" Matt growled from behind me, all the
while shoving his hard cock into the crack of my butt, letting me know what
his idea was.

"Yeah? Well let's see what he thinks of you." I said and looked down at
Troy. "Go take a good whiff of Uncle Matt and tell me what you think."

Troy climbed over me and got between Matt and me. I turned over facing Matt
with Troy's back to me. My arm went across Troy to Matt and I looked over
Troy's head into Matt's eyes. The look I gave him told him how much I loved
him.

Troy, in the mean time, was burying is nose and face into Matt's hairy
chest as Matt hugged my son to him and gently stroking Troy's back. We
could both hear him taking deep breath's of Matt's scent.

"So, how's it smell, youngin'?" Matt asked him.

"Really good!" Troy answered.

"Yeah? You like my scent, huh?" Matt asked him.

"Yes, Uncle Matt. Yours and Daddy's both. You both smell like men!" Troy
said.

Matt looked at me and gave me a wink with an 'I told you so!' look. Matt
was even more convinced than ever that Troy was going to grow up to prefer
men. I sure as fuck had no problem with that! It would certainly make
explaining our relationship to him easier later on. I just prayed that if
Troy did turn out to be Gay, he would find someone as loving, caring and as
trustworthy as Matt to fall in love with.

We lay there for a while, just being together, Troy getting lots of
affection sandwiched between us like he was. This was what Troy loved
best. Having Matt and me in the same bed, both of us touching him and
holding him. He also seemed to like it when we touched each other. Our
affection with each other was something that Troy had grown up with and so
he took it for granted. We never kissed or made love to each other in front
of him, at least not intentionally.  After the incident of the drawing, I
always wondered if he'd ever snuck up the stairs and observed us when we
were lost in the throws of passion. But, we were usually careful to do it
when Troy was gone or asleep. Troy also knew, from an early age, that
whatever went on up at the cabin was not to be talked about anywhere
else. The penalty for doing so was never going to the cabin again. For
Troy, that was tantamount to Capital Punishment!

We finally went down to breakfast and then we all went down and played in
the lake for a while.  Troy decided he wanted to go fishing and Matt and I
took the opportunity to go back up into the loft and get lost in each
other's passion for a while. Afterwards, we lay there talking.

"I'm worried about this mission." I said to Matt.

"Yeah, I have no idea what this is all about. There hasn't even been any
scuttlebutt about what the fuck is going on." Matt replied.

"What really worries me is that meeting with Capt. Mitchell. He seemed
worried. Whatever this is, it isn't going to be no cakewalk." I said.

"Well, just you don't go tryin' to be some kind a hero!" Matt said, leaning
over to kiss me.

"I could say the same thing to you!" I said.

"Don't worry, babe. There ain't no hero's in my family!" Matt laughed.

The rest of the weekend went pretty much as usual except for the fact that
Matt and I made love a lot more than we usually did - even stopping again
behind the rifle range when we got back to base Sunday night. And even
after all that, I found myself fucking the hell out of Janet that night,
too.

The following morning, the entire squad met in our headquarters and it was
finally revealed what our mission was and where. Columbia. It seems the
leader of a certain drug cartel had paid to have a high official in the
Drug Enforcement Agency assassinated and it was our mission to capture or
kill him and basically wipe out his headquarters and his base of
operations. It was a combined mission with another Force Recon team dealing
with the destruction of the cartel's production facilities. No one was to
ever know that the US government was involved in such direct intervention
in the Columbian government's business. The Columbian government had
neither the will nor the means to deal with the situation themselves.

We would leave on Wednesday morning for a base inside the Columbian
jungle. I waited until Tuesday night to tell Janet and Troy. I couldn't
tell them anything about the mission, only that I would be gone about 10
days. For the first time that I could remember, Troy crawled into bed with
Janet and me that night. He wanted to sleep in my arms. I held my boy all
through the night, praying that everything would go as planned and that
Matt and I would spend some time up at the cabin afterwards.

That was the last time, for a very long time, that I ever prayed.

The End of Part 23 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - ERIC'S STORY 7

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