Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2002 13:55:33 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 26

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 26

The Narrator of the story is now Mike Collins - Troy's lover.

By RimPig (c) 2002

"Are you sure the plane is on time?" Troy asked anxiously.

"For the fourth time, Yes! The plane is listed as on-time." I said,
somewhat exasperated but trying not to show it.

This had been going on for the last half an hour. Every five to ten
minutes. I understood that Troy was nervous. After all, it had been a very
long time since he'd seen his father. But I wasn't exactly calm either!
After all, even if his father was Gay, he still might not like the idea of
his son being married to an 'older' man. Actually, Troy's father was older
than me - by two years. But he still might not like the idea of someone
near his own age being his young son's lover. And God only knew what he was
going to think of Randy and his involvement in this arrangement!

Randy and I were standing on either side of Troy. Randy looked at me and
raised his eyebrow. He could here the exasperation in my voice, even if
Troy was too keyed-up to notice it. I gave him a half-hearted smile back as
I began to think that maybe this was not such a good idea for all of us to
meet Troy's father's plane after all. But we were here now and we would
just have to make the best of it.

Finally we heard the announcement of the arrival of Troy's father's
flight. I could feel the anticipation and nervousness radiating from Troy
even though a few feet of space divided us. He kept watching the door
through which the passengers would exit. I figured that Troy's father would
be back in coach so he would have to wait through a number of passengers
before his father appeared.

I was wrong. The third person out the door was unmistakably Troy's father!
I was stunned! It was like looking at Troy completely grown into
manhood. The same blond hair (though with very little of it, cut as it was
in a regulation Marine 'high and tight'), the same incredibly blue eyes
and, even under the green utility uniform, a body that was incredibly
developed with very broad shoulders which tapered down to narrow hips and
what I could bare perceive was an outstanding bubble butt! He was also
taller than Troy. Fuck! He was taller than me or Randy! He stood about 6'4"
or 6'5" tall!

"Fuck!" breathed Randy

"No shit!" I said.

"Dad!!!" Troy yelled out.

The Marine's eyes quickly scanned the crowd waiting at the gate and
immediately spotted Troy.  When he did, his face lit up in his own version
of Troy's 'killer' smile! Well, now I knew where he got that as well!

Father and son quickly moved towards each other. Then they got about three
feet from each other and both stopped dead. They stood there looking at
each other. I could see the emotions that were crossing Troy's father's
face. Love, fear, anticipation, longing - they were all there. I knew
immediately what was wrong. Troy's father wanted to reach out and hug him
but was afraid the gesture would be rebuffed. Troy, I knew, wanted
desperately to throw himself in his father's arms but held back for fear of
the same thing. They stood there for what seemed hours, but were really
only a moments. Then Troy's father made a small gesture of bringing his
arms up and that's all it took. Troy threw himself at the huge Marine and
his father's arms wrapped around him and they were locked in a hug that I
didn't think they were going to break out of for quite a while.

"Thank God!" Randy breathed to me.

"Yes! Thank God!" I whispered back.

Though why we were whispering is beyond me! Troy and his father were
completely oblivious to every thing around them. There was no busy airline
terminal, there was no crush of passengers and waiting families, there was
only each other. They were both murmuring things to each other that neither
Randy or I could hear. Not that we wanted to. This moment was for Troy and
his Dad. We just stood there waiting until they came up for air. I saw
Troy's Dad kiss him on the forehead and then they finally broke apart. They
then suddenly seemed to notice all of the people around them and showed
obvious signs of embarrassment. They grinned sheepishly at each other and,
as if Troy's Dad wasn't handsome enough, he suddenly blushed and a
wrenching spasm went through me as it was just like looking at Troy do the
same thing. In fact, Troy was doing the same thing!

"Oh, my God!" Randy groaned beside me. " Did he have to be so fucking
beautiful!"

"Did you think that the acorn would fall far from the tree?" I asked him.

"Well, there's no doubt that Troy's his son!" Randy said.

"And there's no fucking doubt that he's Troy's father!" I grinned.

It was about that time that Troy came back to reality and put his arm
around his Dad's waist and lead him to us. His Dad put his arm over Troy's
shoulder in an affectionate but possessive gesture that I found endearing
and threatening at the same time. I quickly 'cooled my jets', however,
remembering that this was a father - not a rival. Even if he was Gay.

"Dad, I want you to meet my husband, Mike." Troy said, indicating me.

"Glad to meet you, Sgt. Meadows." I said, sticking out my hand, having
noticed the chevrons on his sleeve indicating the rank of Master Sergeant.

"Please, call me Eric, Mike!" he said giving me one of his 'killer' smiles.

But instead of shaking my hand, he took his arm from across Troy's
shoulders and gave me a full out hug! And what a fucking 'hug' it was!
Firm, warm, masculine - the type of hug you don't ever want to stop! I was
so overwhelmed that I noticed, as I hugged him back, a swelling in my groin
that should not be happening! I could smell his scent. It was masculine and
earthy and not unlike Troy's! And it was starting to turn me on!

Eric didn't let go but pulled back so that his eyes were looking into mine.

"So you're the guy who Troy married?" he said, giving me a real 'once
over'.

I thought to myself 'Oh, shit! Here it comes! Daddy is not going to approve
of my playing with his off-spring!'.

"I'm just so sorry I couldn't have been there for the wedding." he said,
giving me another of his 'killer' smiles.

"I'm really sorry you couldn't be, too." I said, breathing a sigh of
relief!

He took his arms from around me and Troy then introduced him to Randy.

"Dad this is Randy." Troy said, choosing well, I thought, to leave the
explanation of our relationship to Randy to another time.

Randy to held out his hand, only to have Eric ignore it and give him a hug
as well. I don't think Randy has often had the experience of being hugged
by someone who is bigger than he is, but he was having it now! And I could
swear, it was like watching Randy melt into Eric from the moment they
touched!

Again, Eric kept Randy in his arms while he looked into his face.

"So you're the 'other' lover! Fuck! I can see why Troy's turned on to you!"
Eric said, laughing.

Randy did something I had never, ever seen him do - he blushed! I didn't
know he had it in him. I looked at Eric and it was incredibly obvious to an
old 'horndog' like me that his thoughts about Randy's blushing were damned
close to mine about Troy's blushing. I got the feeling that if we were
someplace other than a crowded airport, someplace very private, Eric might
very well love to throw Randy down on the floor and fuck the hell out of
him! The raw hunger I saw in Eric's eyes when he looked at Randy told me
all that I needed to know.

Well, not all. It was when I looked into Randy's eyes and saw the same raw
hunger as he looked at Eric that I began to think that, perhaps, the time
was nearing when Troy and I would be sleeping in our bed with just the two
of us there.

Eric finally let Randy go, rather reluctantly - on both their parts - I
thought, and then we all went to the baggage claim area to get Eric's
bags. He only had a suitcase and a duffle bag which he threw over his
shoulder and we headed for the parking garage and Randy's black Ford
Bronco.  We put Troy and Eric in the back seats and then took off for the
house. We got Eric settled into the guest room, which used to be our
bedroom, and then took him on a tour of the house.

He was impressed, as Troy had been, with the gym downstairs. He also was
impressed with the huge shower with it's multi-showerheads. I wondered to
myself what his reaction would be to some of the activities that went on in
there - especially when the showers were turned off and another type of
shower was going on.

But what he was most impressed with was Troy's studio. He stayed a long
time, looking at some of Troy's artworks and was as awed by his son's
talent as I was. When we came back to the house, I had Troy take him
upstairs and show him our bedroom. It wasn't our bedroom, however, I wanted
him to see. I wanted him to see the painting that Troy had done of him as a
wounded Marine which was still hanging over our bed, having been moved from
downstairs when we created the new bedroom suite upstairs. As I expected,
they were up there a long time.

Randy and I waited downstairs for them. Randy was very quiet for once. I
got the feeling that there was something on his mind. I reached into my
pocket and pulled out a penny and handed it to him.

"What's this for?" he asked, looking at me quizzically.

"A penny for your thoughts." I said.

"I don't think you want to hear them." he said.

"Yes, I do. No matter what they are." I said.

"I'm afraid that I might hurt you and that's the last thing I ever want to
do." he said, hanging his head.

"You're attracted to Troy's father." I said.

His head shot up and he looked at me in shock.

"How...how..." he sputtered.

"How did I know? You're as bad as Troy! If you don't want people to know
what you're thinking, you'd better start wearing mirrored sunglasses! Your
eyes tell everything!" I laughed.

"I didn't expect this to happen! I didn't want it to happen!" he said,
obviously very upset.

I went over to the couch and sat down next to him. I put my arm around him
and pulled his head down to where it was resting on my chest.

"I expected this to happen. I knew it would someday. Remember what we told
you? We would be here for you, we would be your lovers, until the time when
you found someone else to build a life with. If you fall for Eric, that's
wonderful. I know he's interested in you!" I said.

"Yeah, I got that feeling as well. I don't know what to do, Mike! I don't
want to leave you and Troy. I love both of you so much. I never thought
anyone could pull me away from the two of you, but I just know, down deep
inside me, that if Eric wanted me, I'd have to go to him." he said, almost
in tears.

"I understand. And so will Troy. After all, it is his Dad!" I said.

"And this is so STUPID! He and I have just met! We haven't even said 10
words to each other!"  Randy said.

"That doesn't really matter, does it? Sometimes the heart just knows in an
instant. How long do you think it took for me to fall in love with Troy?" I
asked.

"Maybe he'll just stay a few days and then fly back to California. Then I
can just forget about him." Randy said.

"Oh, yeah! Like that's going to happen! Randy, you're not going to forget
about him. What you need to do is go for it! If you want him, don't sit
there and be all 'macho'! Tell him. Let him know you want him. At least
take the chance to see if there's anything there between the two of you!
You'll hate yourself the rest of your life if you don't." I told him.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. But this is hard for me! I love you. I always
have and I always will.  This will end you and I being together." he said.

"It will in one respect, but we will always be together, Randy. I'm always
going to love you. That will never change." I told him and then I kissed
him deeply.

He clung to me and I could feel the tension in him. This was really hard
for him and, in some ways, it was very hard for me. But I knew that Randy
needed to belong to someone and have someone belong to him, the way that
Troy and I were. I couldn't be that for him. Eric could.

"Just one thing..." Randy said, breaking the kiss.

"I know, don't tell Troy. I won't. That's your job. You have to be the one
to tell him eventually."  I said.

"Yeah, I know." Randy said.

We heard footsteps coming down the stairs and so we broke apart. I wasn't
quite ready for Eric to see any affection between Randy and I. Especially
with what Randy just shared with me. I looked at Eric and Troy and noticed
that they both looked as if they'd been crying. I guessed that the painting
had the effect that I expected. On both of them.

"Mike, I wonder if you and I could have a talk? Alone." Eric asked.

I looked over at Troy and he smiled at me and nodded. I surmised that this
had already been discussed with him.

"Of course, Eric, I'd love to. How about we get some coffee and go out on
the deck?' I asked.

"That's just fine with me." Eric said.

"How do you take it?" I asked.

"Black, thanks." Eric told me.

"Just go on out, I'll bring them out." I told him and he moved to the
french doors as I headed for the kitchen. As I entered I heard Troy invite
Randy downstairs to work out. I grabbed the coffee and headed out to the
deck to join Eric. I found him sitting at the table and I set the coffee
cups down before sitting myself. Eric took a sip of the coffee.

"Great coffee! Since I got sober, I've become somewhat of an expert." he
grinned at me.

"Thank you. I do pride myself on my coffee." I said.

"Mike, the reason I wanted to talk to you probably isn't the reason that
you think." Eric began.

"Ok, so what's up?" I asked, still wondering what it was that he wanted to
talk to me.

"Mike, I want to thank you. Troy told me how you forced him to recognize
that he didn't really hate me - that he still loved me. I want you to know,
I'm very much in your debt. There is nothing I can imagine that I could
ever do to repay you for what you did. I thought I'd lost Troy and his
love, for ever." Eric said.

"Eric, I don't know what to say. I wish my motives had been entirely
altruistic but they weren't.  The reason I forced Troy to understand that
he still loved you is because I thought his anger and his sense of loss
would cause problems for our relationship. I did it as much to help myself
as I did to help Troy." I explained.

"I understand that. But, regardless of the reason, you helped bring my boy
back to me. That's, to me, what counts. I also want you to know that I am
very impressed with the man that my son chose to spend his life with. I
hope that we can be very good friends." he said.

"Eric, I would love nothing more. I hope you know that you are welcome here
in our home for as long as you want to stay or as often as you want to
visit. And that's not just a cliche. I mean that.  I know that having you
here has probably made Troy happier than anything else - except maybe our
wedding." I told him.

"Thanks, Mike. I don't want to interfere, though. I don't want to be the
proverbial father-in-law.  And I'm hoping to see the pictures of the
wedding. And maybe even meet the Lesbian couple that Troy told me about."
he said.

"Oh, you mean Shirley and Amanda. Yes, I'm sure that they'll want very much
to meet you. They really love Troy." I said.

"He is a very loveable boy." he said and then stopped. "No, a very loveable
man. I wish he was a boy, but he's not anymore. I miss the little boy that
used to cuddle up in bed with me and Matt.  But that was a long time ago."

"He still likes to cuddle however. I would bet if you asked him, he'd still
want to sleep with you."  I smiled.

"I couldn't do that! He's your lover now. Besides, looking at him, I'm not
so sure how strong the 'incest taboo' is in me! He's turned into one
beautiful man!" Eric laughed.

"Yes, he certainly has. And not just in looks, either." I said.

"Troy was always the most loving and giving person I have ever known. I'm
glad to see that hasn't changed. I'm glad that what I did to him didn't
change that in him." Eric said and hung his head.

I could feel the pain radiating from Eric over what he'd done to Troy. He
still obviously carried a lot of guilt over it. Not even thinking what I
was doing, I reached out my hand and put it on his shoulder. I could feel
the well-developed and strong muscles beneath my hand. This was one very
well put together Marine! The warmth of Eric seemed to flow up my arm and
into my heart. I wanted to reach out to this beautiful man but I didn't
know how to go any further. After all, this was my lover's father! Eric
looked up at me and I could see the pain in his eyes. Just like Troy it
seemed - everything he felt was right there in his eyes for anyone to see.

"I'm surprised you don't hate me. After all, you know what I did to Troy."
Eric's voice was husky and almost a whisper.

"Father Gray told me what happened to your lover. I certainly don't condone
what you did, but I understand it. Eric, if someone had done to Troy what
they did to your lover, I don't know that I wouldn't have done some of the
same things you did. I don't hate you for them. I'm not here to judge
you. What I see right now is a good man in a lot of pain. And I swear to
you, I'll do anything I can to help ease that pain if you'll let me." I
told him.

As I spoke, the look on Eric's face went from one of deep pain and regret
to one of disbelief.

"You want to help me? Why?" Eric asked.

"Because I love Troy more than anything in the world and he loves you. That
means I can't help but love you, too, and I can't stand to see anyone that
I love in pain." I explained.

He didn't say anything, he just stood up and walked to the edge of the
deck, facing away from me and toward's Troy's studio. He just stood there
for a while. I thought I knew what was going through his head. This was not
a man for whom reaching out for help was easy. I got up and walked towards
him. As I reached him he turned around. His eyes bore into mine, assessing
how much he could trust me and how sincere I was in what I had said. He
obviously made up his mind because suddenly, he reached out and I took him
in my arms. We stood there holding each other for a long time.

When we finally pulled apart, Eric looked at me.

"Thanks, Mike. I guess we are going to be friends at that." and gave me a
shy smile.

"I think so, too, Eric. And I can't tell you how happy that makes me." I
smiled back.

"Do you mind if we talk some more? There's something that I need to talk to
you about." he asked.

"Fuck no! I don't mind at all! How about I get us some more coffee?" I
asked.

"Yeah! That would be great." Eric said.

I went into the house and poured two more cups and brought them out on the
deck. Eric had returned to the table so I sat down next to him.

"I really don't know how to broach this subject. If I'm out of line, I want
you to tell me." he said.

"Ok." I said, wondering what this was all about.

"Troy tried to explain it to me but I don't quite understand your
relationship with Randy." he said.

"Oh, that. Yeah, that is a little hard to explain. Actually, it was more
Troy's doing than mine." I said.

"Really?!" Eric asked.

"Yeah. You see Randy and I have been friends since we were little. We grew
up together. We started 'messing around' like boys do when we were 10 or
12. Well, the messing around progressed until we were having sex with each
other on a daily basis all through high school. I was totally,
head-over-heels in love with him, but I couldn't tell him. I just couldn't
bring myself to say the words. I was so afraid I'd lose him as a friend." I
explained.

"Fuck! I know what that's like. I loved Matt and I was so afraid to tell
him." Eric said.

"Anyway, Randy introduced me to the woman who eventually became my wife and
was the mother of our daughter, Melissa. The marriage didn't work, but by
that time, Randy had left for college and I never saw him again. Melissa's
mother and I got divorced, I got custody of Melissa and I never dated or
slept with another person until I met Troy." I said.

"So you ended up having to get married even though you didn't want to,
too!" Eric said.

"Yeah. I guess you and I are a lot alike in that. But around the time that
Troy and I were going to get married, all of a sudden, Randy moved back to
town - only with his lover, Jamie. Now, Troy knew who Randy was and what
Randy was to me. I'd been completely honest with him and told him
everything. I promised Troy that I would not sleep with Randy - just as
Randy promised Jamie the same thing - and that promise would have held were
it not for Troy." I told Eric.

"What did Troy have to do with it?" Eric asked.

"As I think you know, Jamie - Randy's lover, was killed around Troy's 18th
Birthday. We watched Randy fall completely to pieces. Troy was the one who
insisted that we not only 'drag' Randy home to live with us, but that he
share our bed. Troy seemed to innately know that Randy needed us - both of
us - desperately to get through the loss of Jamie." I told him.

"Son of a bitch! That's incredible! Yeah, that does sound like Troy -
wanting to make everyone happy. So then you've got a three-way marriage."
Eric said.

"No. Troy and I are married. I am Troy's husband and he's my husband. We
call Randy our 'lover' because we know that eventually, Randy is going to
find someone to love again and he will marry that person and Troy and I
will go back to being a couple." I explained.

"Do you think that you and Troy can do that?" he asked.

"Yes, I think we can. We still love each other very much and we can both
give up Randy as long as we know he is happy and loved. So that's the story
on that. I understand that you could be somewhat concerned. But believe me,
this was really Troy's idea. And he's happy with it." I said.

"Oh, I know that. That came through very clearly when he told me about
it. But that's not the reason I asked. I have to admit something to you,
Mike. I hope this doesn't upset you. I haven't had sex with another male
since I got sober 5 years ago. After Matt died, I went on this very violent
fucking frenzy that was fueled by all the booze. When I finally quit, I
realized that I didn't want to fuck anybody. I wanted to make love to
somebody - Matt. But Matt's gone. It took me a long time to get over
that. I didn't know how well I'd gotten over it until today. I had a
reaction to Randy I thought I'd never have to another male for the rest of
my life. I hardly can believe it happened at all. But when I took Randy
into my arms, I wanted to make love to him - right there in the fuckin'
airport! I've never felt like that about anyone but Matt! But I don't want
to hurt you or Troy. Can you understand what I'm saying?" Eric asked, his
eyes begging for my understanding.

"First of all, Eric, I was completely aware of what you were feeling. Like
your son, everything you feel is written in your eyes and all over your
face. So I knew the reaction you had to Randy. I don't know if Troy noticed
it or not - but I kinda doubt it. He had eyes for no one but you at that
moment. Secondly, I shouldn't probably tell you this, but Randy had the
exact same reaction toward you. In fact, while you and Troy were upstairs,
he and I talked about it." I told him.

"Fuck! What the fuck am I gonna do? I can't let this chance slip away -
there might not be another one. But I'm only supposed to be here for a
short time and I don't want to end up hurting everybody in the process." he
truly looked like a man on the 'horns of a dilemma'.

"I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Randy - go for it! Let him
know how your feel. If you let this slip through your fingers without at
least making an effort - you'll hate yourself for ever."  I told
him. "Besides, aren't you Marines supposed to be first ones to take a
beach-head?" I grinned.

Troy looked at me very seriously.

"Mike, let me tell you from experience - it's a lot easier and a lot less
frightening to kill another man than to love one." Eric said.

"I'll just have to take your word on that one." I answered.

"Hey, you two! That's enough talking! Randy and I are starving. Let's go
get something to eat!"  Troy said, shouting from the french doors leading
to the deck.

"That boy always did like to eat!" Eric chuckled.

"Yeah? Well you didn't have to feed him when he was 17! Like'd to put me in
the fucking poor house keeping him fed!" I laughed.

"Hey! I heard that! I was a growing boy!" Troy insisted.

"About the only thing that was growing used up lots of blood - not food!" I
laughed and Eric joined me.

Troy came out on the deck and walked over and stood between my legs. He
pushed his leg right up against my cock and his jean covered crotch right
in my face. I could smell the maleness of him and his pressing against my
cock had it's usual reaction - I was getting hard! And Troy knew it, too -
the little shit!

"And just who's growing, now?" he smirked down at me.

I reached up and swatted his butt.

"Behave now, that's your Daddy sitting over there!" I said in mock horror.

"I ain't got nothing that Daddy hasn't seen before. It's just a lot longer
and thicker than the last time he saw it, though." Troy purred, looking
down into my eyes and then over at Eric.

"I think we better go feed this boy, Mike. He obviously must be faint with
hunger to be acting like such a slut!" Eric rose, laughing heartily.

"Slut? Me? And just how many times did you and Uncle Matt send me down to
go 'fishing' every weekend? Did you think I couldn't see you watching me
from the bed in the loft? And all that moaning and groaning from up there
when I would be goin' to sleep at night!" Troy pouted.

Eric was transfixed, with a look of shock on his face.

"Why you little shit! You knew all along?!" he asked.

"No, It was only later that I started to figure it out. At first I couldn't
believe it - I mean, you two bein' Marines and all. But when Father Gray
told me that you were Gay, all those memories finally made sense to me. So
don't you go gettin' so respectable on me now! After all, I could tell you
the real story about that drawing I did of you and Uncle Matt sleeping
together!" Troy laughed. "By the way, what ever happened to that drawing?"

"Matt and I framed it. It's hanging in the loft of the cabin." Eric
said. "And what's the 'real' story of it! Were you spying on Matt and me
having sex?"

"No, not exactly. But you noticed that I drew the two of you only from
about the chest up?" Troy asked.

"Yeah. What about it?" Eric replied.

"Well, if I had gone any further down, I would have had to draw you both
with your hands wrapped around each other's hard cocks!" Troy laughed.

"You're shittin' me!" Eric exclaimed.

"The fuck I am! You two used to do that in your sleep. I'd find you both
that way most mornings when I crawled in bed with you." Troy told him.

"Damn, boy! That's enough of 'Family Secrets'! Let's go get some chow
before you have me blushing!" Eric said.

"Too late!" I said. "You already are!"

And all three of us laughed.

"Hey! What's goin' on out here? We gonna get something to eat or what?"
Randy called out from the house.

"Yeah! We're comin'!" Troy shouted.

"I hope you're not! Fuck you all if you left me out of an orgy!" Randy
laughed, sticking his head out the door.

"Oh, God! Another one!" Eric laughed.

"Yes, the two of them are like this all the time! Sure you don't want to
stay in a hotel! It might be the only way you get any sleep!" I laughed.

"Don't you dare!" Troy exclaimed.

Eric came and put his arms around his son.

"Don't worry, Son. I've wanted to hold you in my arms for a long time - I'm
not going anywhere away from you!" he said.

Troy nestled his head on his father's shoulder and held onto his hard,
muscular body. The only time I ever saw Troy's face that content was after
I'd fucked him hard and gotten him off several times.

"Ok, so where should we go?" I asked.

"Daddy, do you like Japanese food?" Troy asked Eric.

"Fuck, yeah! I love it! Have to. I live in California. There's a law out
there that you have to eat sushi or you have to leave the state!" Eric
laughed.

"The Mikado!" Troy exclaimed.

"Well, I guess that settles that!" Randy laughed.

"The Mikado is Mike's favorite restaurant and the very first one he took me
to when we first got together. The place has some really good memories for
us." Troy explained to Eric.

"Well, then lead the way! I can't wait to see the place." Eric said.

We all went to the Mikado and were able to get one of the small Tea Houses
to eat in. The four of us lounged around the table after dinner.

"So are you going to see Mom?" Troy asked Eric.

"I'm not sure, son. I want to, but when Fr. Bobby talked to her, she wasn't
sure if she wanted to see me or not. She said she'd decide and let
Fr. Bobby know. So far she hasn't called him. I guess she still hasn't
forgiven me for some of the stuff I did. Can't say that I blame her." Eric
said.

"But I forgave you!" Troy said.

"Yes, son, and I'm grateful that you have. But I wasn't married to you. I
think that may be what the problem is. She knows now that I'm gay and
always was. She knows now who Matt was to me. I think that's the part that
she's having trouble dealing with." Eric said.

"When did she find out?" I asked Eric. "She didn't freak out over Troy and
me."

"No. She didn't know then. She just found out. I asked Fr. Bobby to tell
her for me. I felt it was only fair that she knew before I saw her that,
even though I was sober now, there was no chance of us ever getting back
together. I want a man to love and I'm never going to change." Eric said.

And I noticed that as he said this, he was looking right at Randy - who was
sitting there with eyes for no one else but Eric. I felt it was time for us
to go home and try and give Eric and Randy some time alone. If they were
really going to fall for each other, they needed the opportunity to be
alone - something they hadn't had yet.

We drove back to the house and, on the pretext of getting the room ready, I
dragged Troy into the guest room leaving Randy and Eric alone in the living
room.

"Look, we going to say goodnight and go upstairs. I fully intend to fuck
the ass off you tonight."  I told Troy.

"But what about Dad and Randy?" Troy asked, looking strangely at me.

"They are big boys. Trust me, they can take care of themselves." I said.

"Wait a minute! I smell a rat here. Is there something going on between Dad
and Randy I should know about?" Troy asked.

"No there isn't, and if we don't give them some time alone together, there
never will be!" I answered.

"Hold on! Are you trying to tell me that Dad and Randy are falling in
love?" he asked, his mouth gaping open.

"Well...it may be a little too soon to....oh, Fuck that! Yes! They
are. From what they both told me it was like they took one look at each
other in the airport and it was all over!" I told him.

"But that's GREAT!" Troy all but screamed.

"Keep you voice down!" I cautioned him. "They told ME this, but they
haven't told each other!  They're both afraid of hurting us - especially
you."

"But I want Randy to find someone! And I want Dad to as well. And if it's
each other, I would be the happiest guy in the whole wide world!" Troy
exclaimed.

"But it might mean that Randy would have to leave and go back to California
with your Dad." I told him.

"That would be hard, but not like losing you or something! I always knew
that eventually he'd find someone for himself. I'm more worried about you!
You lost him once already. Will you be ok with this?" Troy asked.

"Like you said, I lost him once already. I don't think this time will be
that hard. After all, he'd be with your Dad! It's not like we wouldn't see
each other." I said.

"But what about making love?" Troy asked.

"I've gotten to do with Randy everything that I wanted to. Being with just
you for the rest of my life is not exactly my idea of hardship, you know!"
I told him.

"I know, I just kind of hoped we could all just be one, big, happy family."
Troy said.

"What do you mean? What devious plan do you have in that pretty head of
yours?" I asked.

"Nothing. We need to go to bed. Come on." Troy said.

And before I could stop him, he walked out into the living room, announced
that he and I were going to bed and then kissed Randy and his father
good-night. I said good-night and we left Randy and Eric downstairs as we
went up the stairs to bed.

The End of Part 26 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND

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