Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2002 19:23:46 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Daughter's Ex Boyfriend Part 2

Disclaimer: Usual stuff. This is fiction. Didn't happen to my knowledge.
Some of the parts I hope never does.

This story is dedicated to several people:

My friend Bob in Illinois who's constant love and support over the last few
years has seen me through some very rough times. Thank you, Bob, for always
being there.

My friend Geoff in England who's love and concern saw me through some of he
very rough patches I went through writing this.

My friend Joshua, wherever you are. I promise, Joshua, that I will never
forget.

And last, but NEVER least - to all Gay and Bi-Sexual members of the United
States Marine Corps who continue to serve with bravery and distinction
despite the persecution that they risk.  To me, they are the true Heros.

MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND
Part 2

By RimPig (c) 2002

We walked hand in hand into my bedroom. He stopped just inside the doorway.

"I really love this room!" he said.

I looked around at the unmade bed, the clothes strewn on the floor, the
books all but falling off the night table and looked at him, frankly, like
he was nuts.

"You do?!" I asked, shocked at this statement.

"Yes." he said, putting his arms around me and looking up into my eyes. "It
smells like you. I feel very warm and close to you here." he said.

His eyes overflowed with love and desire for me. I had no answer I could
make, because I was so blown away by him. I just gathered him into my arms
and kissed him deeply and passionately. My hands began to roam, down his
broad, muscular back until they rested on his soft, strong ass cheeks. He
moaned into my mouth at my touch and my hardon became painful between us,
pressed inside my jock as it was. I could feel his cock, as hard as my own,
pressing against my bare stomach and leaking pre-cum all over it. His mouth
pulled back from mine and he looked at me again.

"I want to see you naked." he said, breathlessly.

I pulled my arms from around him, intending to push my gym shorts and jock
down my legs. But as I reached for them, he pushed my hands away and went
down on his knees in front of me. He looked up at me.

"No, please! I want to do it! I want to undress you!" he said.

I let my hands fall to my sides as an answer. He reached up and pulled down
my gym shorts down to my ankles. I lifted my feet so he could take them
completely off me. Before tossing them aside, he held them to his nose and
took a deep breath of the gym shorts which had covered my jock while
looking up at me over the fabric. Why this turned me on all to hell, I
wasn't quite sure, but it did! I could feel my cock pumping out pre-cum
into my jock and getting it sopping wet while I watched this beautiful boy
worship my scent.

He finally tossed away the gym shorts and leaned forward until is nose was
pressed hard against my jock strap. I could hear him taking deep whiffs of
the mesh material while his hands reached up to grab my hips to pull his
face even deeper into my crotch. I reached down and put my hand on his head
and ruffled his hair as he continued to fill his lungs with my scent.

"Yeah! That's it. Get high on my fuckin' jock! Get all those man-smells you
love!" My voice was almost a growl and I had no idea where the fucking
words came from - somewhere deep in my psyche, repressed evidently for a
long time.

He looked up at me and moaned as he stuck out his tongue and began licking
my raunchy jock. I don't think I has washed it for several months, not
being a particular concern to just me. Little did I know I'd have someone
sniffing and sucking on it some night! But Troy seemed transported by all
the tastes and smells he found there as he avidly licked and sucked on my
strap. I could feel his lips and teeth touching my hard cock which was
trying to force it's way out of the pouch. Finally, Troy took pity on my
poor cock and lifted the waistband of the jock out and up over my erection
and pulled it down past my knees where it fell around my ankles.

Troy did not even bother to take it off my feet, this time. He was far too
busy with his face buried in my crotch alternately sniffing and licking at
my hairy nuts. The touch of his tongue to my scrotum was so intense that I
almost shot my load off right then and there. I realized at that point that
this was progressing a little too fast for me and if I wanted to make love
to Troy, it was time to cool things down a little. Seems it had been too
long since I'd drained my nuts and I didn't think I had much in the way of
restraint where Troy was concerned.

I reached down and pulled him to his feet again and took him back in my
arms. Now our two erect cocks could press against each other with no
clothing between us. I gave him another deep kiss, tasting my sweat and
other tastes he had collected from my jock and balls on his mouth.  Rather
than turn me off, it turned me on more! I couldn't wait to taste him - all
of him! I broke the kiss and pulled him down on the bed with me. I pushed
him up until he lay on the bed on his back and then I grabbed his hands and
put them above his head with his arms extended and told him to leave them
there. That he was not to move them until I told him to. He looked me right
in the eye and said, "Yes, Dad." and I thought I was going to lose it right
then and there! I agreed to call him son - he'd never mentioned that he
wanted to call me 'Dad'! But I ignored it for the moment because I didn't
want to talk, I wanted to taste! I wanted to taste the body of this
beautiful young male laying across my bed!

I straddled his hips with my legs and hovered over him. I could feel his
cock jumping up and gently hitting my balls. I was a wonderful feeling! I
leaned over and buried my face in one of his pits, sniffing at his scent of
sweat and teen rut. It was a heady mixture and I was breathing in as much
of it as I could. Finally, I had to taste it! My tongue came out and I
drenched his pit with my saliva licking up every bit of his heady scent
that I could find until I moved over and did the same thing to his other
pit. He moaned and writhed at my actions but he never lowered his
hands. They remained above his head as if I had tied them there.

I moved across his chest and licked and sucked at each of his impossibly
small nipples. Each one became very hard as he moaned and thrashed on the
bed while my teeth gently nibbled at his erected flesh. My tongue then
began tasting down his body until I was licking out his belly-button and
roving my tongue over the ridges and valleys of his washboard abs. His
small tuft of blond pubic hair beaconed me below and I found myself licking
through the soft hairs and tasting more of his sweat and desire. I had
never felt pubic hair so soft - not even on a girl. I delighted in the feel
of it against my cheek and the taste of it as my tongue drenched it in my
saliva.

By-passing his cock for the time being, I began licking at his balls. His
nut-sack was practically hairless but there was a real treasure trove of
smells and tastes there between his legs. I licked his nutsack, I licked on
both sides of his nutsack, I sucked his nutsack into my mouth and licked on
it while pulling his balls slightly away from his body, until I finally
licked the backside and underneath his nutsack - to that patch of skin
between his balls and the start of his ass-crack.

I'd never done anything remotely like this in my life before. Sure, Tony
and I had sucked each other's cock and fucked each other's asses, but we'd
never made love like this to each other's bodies. I didn't even know how I
knew to do all this! I just kept going and basically followed Troy's moans
of pleasure - doing more of whatever made him moan the loudest. And the
closer I got to his ass crack, the louder he moaned. I also noticed a scent
- dark, rich, and very masculine, drawing me there. I don't know what I
expected an ass to smell like, but this scent was driving me fucking nuts!
It was so intoxicating that, before I knew it, I found myself with Troy's
legs in the air and me rooting through the trench of his ass, snorting like
a fucking pig!

The smell was musky and intensely masculine. It did not 'stink' as I
expected nor was it at all gross. Finally, I shocked even myself when my
tongue came out and I began to lick up and down the crack of Troy's young
ass. Fuck! That was evidently the right thing to do because if I thought he
was moaning before, that was nothing compared to the moans, groans and
babbling he was doing now! As my tongue found his hole and began to gently
lick the smooth, wrinkly skin there, he all but wailed like a banshee!

"Oh! Fuck! Yes! Eat my ass! Ream me out good! Get me ready! I want you to
fuck me!!!" he begged.

Fuck him? No problem! As far as I was concerned, there was no fucking way
he was getting out of this fucking bed before my cock had been buried in
his hot, tasty teen butt hole! My cock wasn't drooling all this cock-snot
for nothing! My tongue began to work on his butthole in earnest
now. Pushing against the hole, I was shocked at how easily it slid all the
way inside! The inside of his ass was amazing!!! It was hot, wet and
tangy. My tongue danced in and out of it, driving both of us fucking nuts!
I thought I liked eating pussy when I was younger. Fuck that!  Gimme the
ass of a hot young male any day! I could literally spend the rest of my
life licking and sucking at Troy's beautiful hole. Well...that, and fucking
it!

But the idea of fucking him was quickly driving me insane. I wanted him. I
wanted him bad! I couldn't remember wanting to fuck anybody, male or
female, this bad in my life! Again, I knew I'd better slow down or I'd end
up nutting before I ever got my cock inside his ass. I lowered his legs and
his cock stood hard, at a 45 degree angle, pawing the air. I knew what I
wanted! I wanted to taste his load! I knew that at 17, he could cum several
times in a night so I wasn't worried about ending anything. I pulled his
cock towards my mouth and looked into his eyes as I surrounded the luscious
with my lips. I forced my tongue down inside his foreskin and licked around
the head of his cock. It was wet with pre-cum that I sucked from his
hood. It tasted so sweet on my tongue, I just had to have more! Troy moaned
and closed his eyes, unable to take the feelings he was experiencing.

I dug down further into his foreskin and tasted something strong, something
very masculine but I didn't know what. Pulling down his foreskin with my
hand, I looked under the ridge of his cock.  What I saw there were small
white traces of something. I sniffed at it and then it hit me what it was!
I'd heard of 'cock-cheese' but, being uncut myself, I'd never seen or
smelled it before. It wasn't that Troy wasn't a clean kid, but he'd
evidently had a shower earlier in the day and by this point had time to
build up more 'cheese' under his hood. I liked the smell, it was kind of
like ripe cheese. I stuck out my tongue and licked some off. It tasted
good. It tasted strong. It tasted like, well...like Troy. That was enough
for me! I immediately licked off all of it, enjoying the taste of him in my
mouth. But the best was yet to come. Literally!

I opened my mouth again and inhaled as much of his cock as I could. Now,
I'm no slouch in the dick department. I'm rather proud of my eight thick
inches. But this boy had at least 2 more inches on me and was just as
thick! I couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth, but that didn't seem to
matter one damn bit because I had only gone up and down on it - tasting the
shaft, marveling at the soft, smooth skin, when all of a sudden, I felt it
getting even bigger and harder.

"Oh! God! I'm gonna cum!!! I'm gonna c......u.....m.....!" Troy moaned.

I continued licking and sucking at his cock as his young male load shot out
of his piss slit. And shot it did! I thought he was going to take the top
of my head off with the first blast. I hardly had time to try and swallow
that one when another just as huge shot out of his cock. Fully ten hard
blasts of cum when down my throat! And I loved every minute of it! The
tensing of his strong young muscles were eye candy while his come was so
sweet it was tongue candy for me! I suddenly realized that I had taken the
first load he'd ever shot with anyone else! A deep feeling of pride and
affection shot through me at the thought.

As he relaxed from blowing his nut, I moved up on the bed and took him back
in my arms. I'd saved some of his cum in my mouth and when I kissed him
deeply, I let his own juices slowly slide into his mouth for him to
taste. He moaned at it and sucked harder at my mouth, licking inside it to
get every drop he could find. Finally, he pulled away, trying to gather his
breath.

"That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life!" he said,
looking at me, his eyes shining.

"Just your common, garden variety blow-job, kiddo! It gets better from here
on out!" I smiled.

"I still want you to fuck me." he said quietly.

I leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose.

"And I still want to fuck you." I murmured.

He grinned. The dimples alone made my cock twitch.

"But I think, that we need some fuel to continue this exercise
session. What do you think?" I asked, figuring like any teenager, his gut
ran a close second to his cock.

"Yeah! I'm really hungry!" he said, smiling again.

As if to prove the point, his stomach rumbled loudly and we both broke up
laughing. I took him into the kitchen and made big, juicy cheeseburgers for
both of us. We didn't bother putting on any clothes, we just sat there
naked, eating, talking and just looking at each other. I couldn't believe
it. If somebody had told me that two hours ago I would have a naked 17 year
old male sitting here with me who I'd just about eaten alive, I would never
have believed it. Now, I was seriously having problems thinking about life
without him. And that wasn't good! I mean, he's only 17.  Surely he
couldn't be seriously interested in any type of long term relationship with
a guy who was 16 years older than he was. And besides, how the fuck would I
explain this to Melissa, who was going to be home from her date in less
than an hour! That same thought must have struck Troy at the same time.

"What time is Melissa supposed to be home?" he asked, his voice uncertain.

"She's supposed to be home at midnight." I said.

"Do you want me to go?" he asked, in a voice that I knew meant that he'd
really rather cut off his nuts than do so.

"Fuck , no! I don't want you to go." I said. And I didn't.

"But how are you going to explain my being here?" he asked.

"Well, I could come up with all kinds of lies, but I've never lied to
Melissa and I can't think about starting now. I'd have to tell her the
truth." I said.

"And....what is the truth?" he asked quietly.

I knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if this was just a one-time
thing or not. He wanted to know how I felt about him. He wanted to know if
any of what he was obviously feeling about me was reciprocated.

"The truth is that we need each other. I want you in my life. I don't know
to what extent you want to be a part of it, but I'm open to whatever you
want to offer me. I won't force anything on you. It's going to have to be
your decision. Up to a point." I answered.

"And that point is?" he asked.

"Melissa." I said. "I don't know exactly how she will deal with this. It
will probably be quite a shock to her. Not only finding out her father
prefers guys but that the guy he prefers is her ex boyfriend! That could
make things very awkward." I stated.

"Mike." he said, obviously choosing his words carefully, " I love you. I
know you probably think I'm too young to know that or that it's too soon
but you're just going to have to trust me on this one. I do love you. And I
would never, ever do anything to hurt you. I know that coming between you
and Melissa would hurt you very badly and I won't do that. I think I should
go home now, before she gets here and finds out I'm here."

"No!" I said quietly, putting my hand on his arm. "That won't change
anything. Unless you're telling me that you're leaving forever and never
coming back."

"No! I don't mean that!" he said and I could almost hear the tears starting
in his voice.

"Then sooner or later, we're going to have to face this. I'd rather it be
sooner. I don't want to have you sneaking over here only when she's not
home. We're going to have to hide our relationship from everybody - at
least until you turn 18. I don't want to have to do it here, too."

"I'll be 18 in six months." he said. "Do you think Melissa will
understand?"

"She's a very bright and intuitive girl. I know she loves me as much as I
love her. I know she is a very open and loving person and just about the
least judgmental person I know. Yes, I think there's every good chance she
will understand. Maybe not right away. This is probably going to be a shock
to her. But I think eventually she will." I told him.

"You know her better than I do. I know she is a wonderful person. I hated
using her just to get to see you. I've felt really bad about that." he
said.

"Well, Melissa doesn't hate you or anything. And maybe, learning the truth,
she'll be able to understand why you acted like you did?" I suggested to
him.

"Yeah. Maybe." he hung his head.

I got up from where I was sitting and crouched down beside his chair. I put
my arms around him and kissed him gently.

"Everything is going to work out, Troy. If you really love me and want me,
I'll find a way to make it work. Trust me?" I asked.

His eyes welled up with tears. I knew that this was a very difficult thing
for him. Fuck! It was tearing me apart inside! But he looked at me and
nodded his head.

"I trust you. I love you, that's part of it." he said.

"Then go lay down in my bed. I'm going to put some clothes on and wait for
Melissa. What about your mother? Is she going to worry about you?" I asked.

"No, she thinks I'm staying at a friend's house. It's ok." he said.

"That's something else we're going to have to work out, you know. I don't
want you lying to your mom about where you are. I don't want her worrying
about you." I told him.

"I think that will be easy enough. She knows who you are and from what
she's told me, she thinks you're a nice man." he said.

"Yeah, but she doesn't know that I'm fucking her son." I said. "And for
now, I'm don't think that either one of us ought to tell her."

"I'll agree with that!" Troy said.

I took his hand and led him back to the bedroom. I put him in my bed and
pulled the covers up over him. I leaned down and kissed his forehead. Just
like I would put my son, if I had one, to bed. He smiled a very brave smile
at me as I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt to go out and wait for my
daughter. I smiled back and then walked out of my bedroom and closed the
door.

I didn't have to wait long. Melissa and Brian were at the door by a quarter
of 12. I guess my 'killer dad' routine had worked with him as well. Though
I could see him kiss her at the door and it wasn't just a light peck,
either. Then she came inside.

"Daddy! You didn't have to wait up for me! You know I'm not going to break
your rule about being home by midnight. Though it does remind me of
Cinderella." she laughed.

Oh, great! Now she thinks I'm her fairy godmother! Well, maybe she got that
partly right.

"No, I was waiting up for you because I want to talk to you." I said.

"Sounds serious." she said, looking at me with questions in her eyes.

"It is." I said.

She came into the living room and sat on the couch with me.

"Ok, what did I do?" she asked.

"Nothing, darling. Not a thing. This isn't about you. Well...it somewhat
concerns you and that's why I want to talk to you. But it's nothing that
you've done." I said.

"Well, this is mysterious! What's up, Daddy?" she looked concerned.

"You remember how you told me that you broke up with Troy and you said
you'd wished he'd done something. What did you mean by that?" I asked her.

"Well...it's just that Troy never did anything. I mean, I had a great time
going out with him, but it was more like a friend than a date. He never
even tried to kiss me. I really felt like I didn't attract him at all. I
didn't really like the feeling. I'm not angry with him or anything. He's a
really nice guy. But Brian is a lot more interested in me. Why?" she asked.

"Troy came here tonight. He told me at first he was looking for you." I
told her.

"Why would he do that? We haven't been dating for months! And he knew I'd
be out with Brian." she said.

"Yes. He did know that. He came here because he really wanted to see me." I
said.

"What about?" she asked.

"I don't know exactly how to put this, darling. You are right. Troy was not
attracted to you. He's not attracted to any girl." I said.

"You mean he's gay?" she asked.

"Yes, he's attracted to other males." I told her.

"So why was he dating me?" she asked, her voice holding no animosity, just
curiosity.

"Because guys Troy's age are afraid to let anyone find out about their true
feelings for fear of abuse and rejection. They sometimes date girls just to
throw everyone off the track, if you get my meaning." I said.

"Like a cover, right?" she asked.

"Yes. Like a cover." I said.

"Well, that certainly answers that question. So he was just going out with
me so no one would find out that he was gay." she said.

"Well...not exactly. That was what it was at the beginning. But it didn't
remain that way." I said.

"He dated me because he wanted you." she said quietly.

"Why do you think that?" I asked, wondering how she'd made that leap so
fast.

"Because when we would go out, you were all he could talk about. He asked
me about a million questions about you! I thought it was odd at the time,
but I didn't really put two and two together until now. That's what it was,
wasn't it, Daddy?" she asked.

"Yes, Melissa, that's what it was." I said.

"Oh, God! Poor Troy! I never realized! My breaking up with him must have
torn him apart! He never got to see you again. Well, that is until
tonight. Did he tell you all this?" she asked.

"Yes, he did. And a whole lot more." I said.

"Oh, Daddy! I hope you were kind to him! He must be so hurt an confused."
she said.

Ahh! That's my Melissa! Always worried about other people's feelings and
happiness. This was going to turn out just fine.

"I was more than kind to him, Melissa." I said quietly.

She sat there staring at me for a few minutes, not saying anything. I could
almost see the wheels going around in her head. Finally she spoke.

"You're attracted to him, aren't you?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, Melissa, I am. I don't know what else to say to you. I hope you don't
hate me for this." I said.

"Oh, Daddy!" she said, throwing her arms around my neck. "I could never
hate you! But I had not idea that you were gay!"

"I didn't either, until tonight. When I was growing up, I had a very long
term relationship with my best friend, Tony. Looking back now, I realize
that we were in love with each other, but neither of us could admit to
that. We buried our feelings about each other because we just didn't know
how to deal with them. It was Tony who even introduced me to your
mother. Very soon after that, he left to go to college and I never saw him
again. The rest of the story you know already." I said.

"Did you and Tony...ahh..." she stopped, unable to voice what she was
asking.

"Yes, we did. We had sex. On a fairly regular basis." I told her.

"But then why couldn't you tell each other how your felt?" she asked,
confused.

"Because guys, particularly young guys, have a very hard time dealing with
those kind of feelings, much less talking about them. And when those
feelings are looked on as sinful and perverted, it makes it almost
impossible. I loved him, and I didn't even realize it, couldn't even say
those words to myself until tonight! And that was 16 years ago." I
explained.

"Are you in love with Troy?" she asked.

"Yes, I think I am." I answered her as truthfully as I could.

"And does he love you?" she asked.

"He says he does. Very much." I answered.

"Have you...?" she asked.

"Yes, I won't lie to you. We had sex tonight. No, that's not true. We made
love tonight. I wasn't just sex. Not on either one of our parts." I told
her.

"So if he loves you and you love him, what's the problem?" she again looked
confused.

"Well, first of all, there is the age difference between us. He's only a
year older than you are." I said.

"Daddy, age is just a number. It doesn't determine who you love." she said
with exasperation in her voice.

"Well, that may be true. But it still against the law for me to have
anything to do with him until he's 18." I reminded her.

"And how long until then?" she asked.

"Six months." I told her.

"Oh, that's stupid! Who cares about a lousy six months!" she demanded.

"The police would, if they found out about it. And his mother might if she
found out." I told her.

"Well, it still seems completely stupid to me! If you two love each other,
that shouldn't matter!"  she stated.

"But it does, darling. So no one can know about this. Understand?" I asked
her.

"Of course, Daddy! I'm not going to say anything! I'm just happy that you
found somebody!" she said.

"Doesn't it bother you that it's a guy, not to mention someone you dated?"
I asked her.

"Well...actually, it answers another question I've always had." she said.

"What question is that?" I asked her.

"Why you never remarried. I thought at first it was because you were so
hurt by mom. But then, you never even looked at other women. Not ever. I
was so afraid that you'd end up all alone and I didn't want that to
happen. I promised myself that I would never marry and leave you without
someone!" she told me.

"Oh, baby." I said, taking her in my arms. "I wouldn't let you do something
like that! You can't live your life for me! You've got to live for
yourself. I don't want you to ever feel like you have to be responsible for
me!"

"I won't, Daddy! Especially now that I know you have someone to love you."
she said.

"Thank you, darling. I have all these feelings welling up in me right
now. I'm happy and afraid and a million other things all at once." I told
her.

She pulled back from my arms, looked at me and then put her hand on my
forehead as if she were checking me for a fever.

"Yep! Just as I suspected!" she said.

"What?" I asked.

"No fever. Only explanation can be that you're in love. Yes, sir! And,
unless I miss my guess, you've got it really bad!" she laughed.

"Is there a cure?" I grinned.

"Not really. You can only treat it by being near the person you love as
often and for as long as possible." she grinned back.

"And where did you get all this wisdom at you're tender years?" I laughed.

"From spending my life with the best Daddy in the whole world." she
grinned.

I hugged her again.

"I really don't deserve you!" I told her.

"Yes you do. And you deserve Troy, if he really loves you." she said. "So
did he go home?"

"Well...not exactly." I said quietly.

"Where is he?" she asked.

"He's in my bedroom. Waiting for me." I said.

"Oh!" she said. "So this was kind of like you asking permission!"

"Well, I hadn't actually thought of it that way, but I guess you could say
it was." I said.

"And what would you have done if I'd said no?" she asked.

"I would have sent him home and never see him again." I said.

"Oh, my God! You can't mean that!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, I do. Troy and I talked about it. He doesn't want to come between
us. He was the one who offered to end this right here if you couldn't deal
with it." I told her.

"Oh, God! Daddy! I would never stand in the way of you being happy! You
can't think that about me!" she exclaimed.

"Melissa, this isn't the kind of thing that most people are ever going to
understand. I know you're a good person, but I did have some concerns that
you might have some difficulty in dealing with this - especially
considering who it is that I'm in love with." I said.

She stopped and thought over this for a minute.

"Ok, I understand. But I'm totally ok with this, ok?" she insisted.

"Ok." I smiled at her.

"So you can go tell him that's it's ok." she said.

"I'll almost bet I don't have to. I'll bet he's standing at the bedroom
door listening to all of this." I raised my voice so Troy could definitely
hear me.

I heard the door to my bedroom squeak as I had earlier, which is how I knew
that he'd been listening. Then I heard his bare feet padding down the
hall. He appeared dressed in my gym shorts and a t-shirt which he must have
pulled out of the dirty laundry considering the stains and wrinkles on it.

"Hi, Troy!" Melissa said, giving him a beautiful smile.

"Hi, Melissa." Troy said, an embarrassed smile on his face.

"So you heard everything?" she asked him.

"Yeah." he mumbled.

"So you know I'm ok with you loving my Dad." she asked him.

"Yeah. I know." he mumbled again.

Melissa got up off the couch and went over to Troy. She put her arms around
him and gave him a hug. He hugged her back, looking at me over he
shoulder. I smiled and nodded and stood up.  Melissa let go of Troy and
looked around at me. Then she stepped from between us and stood there
waiting. I reached out my arms to Troy. He looked at Melissa who smiled
back at him and motioned for him to go to me. He walked into my arms and
our mouths found each other. I kissed him deeply and he kissed me back. We
broke the kiss and I looked over at Melissa. There were tears in her eyes
and I was immediately concerned. Maybe she couldn't take the reality of me
being in love with Troy. But that wasn't it at all.

"I don't think I've ever seen anything more loving and beautiful in my
life." she said through her tears.

Troy and I looked at each other and then we both reach out and pulled her
into our arms. The three of us stood there hugging each other and my heart
soared! I couldn't believe how happy I was.

"I'll think I'll go up to bed now and leave you guys alone. I'm thinking
you have some things to talk about. I'll see you in the morning, I hope -
both of you?" she asked.

I smiled at her and nodded and she went off up the stairs to her bedroom on
the second floor. A bedroom suite that I'd created for her some years
before. After she left, I turned to Troy.

"I think we should go to bed as well." I said.

"Are you tired?" Troy asked, disappointment evident in his voice.

"Yeah. I'm very tired. I'm very tired of being alone in that bed and not
having my cock buried up your butt!" I grinned.

Troy gave me that 'killer smile' and took my hand and pulled me towards the
bedroom.

The End of Part 2 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND

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