Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2002 13:55:33 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 27

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 10
Part 27

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

By RimPig (c) 2002

The flight was a long one for me. Even though Troy had sounded so happy
over the phone, I was still scared to actually see him. I wondered if
actually seeing me again would bring back all the memories of what a
drunken, violent brute I had been. I hoped not. I hoped so much that he
would remember me as I was before Matt was killed. How much I had loved
him. How much he meant to me. I still felt the same way.

I almost didn't get on the flight at all. It had been over-booked. But when
he saw my uniform, the head flight attendance, a young, slender blond with
blue eyes, immediately put me in a seat in first class with an empty seat
beside it. He then offered me a drink.

"Thank you, but I'll just have some coffee. I don't drink." I told him.

"Are you by any chance a 'Friend of Bill's", Sergeant?" he asked.

I was startled.

"Well...yes, I am." I said.

"So am I, Sergeant. And it's Joey." he said.

"I'm Eric." I said.

"Been in the Program long, Eric?" he asked.

"Five years. I just celebrated my anniversary two weeks ago." I told him.

He flashed me a big smile.

"Well! Congratulations! I hope you really celebrated that milestone! I've
only got two years." he said.

"Two years, or two days, it's being sober that counts." I told him.

"Hey! We must have the same sponsor!" he laughed. "That's what mine tells
me all the time!"

Joey walked back to the forward area and brought me back a cup of hot
coffee.

"What do you take in it, Eric?" he asked.

"Just black is fine. I never really drank coffee until I got sober. Now
I've almost become an expert on it." I smiled.

"Well, don't judge me by ours. I don't think it's very good anymore. We
used to make really good coffee but with all the cut-backs in the airline
industry, things aren't nearly as nice as they used to be." he said.

"I promise I won't judge you by it." I grinned and took a sip. "Actually
it's fine. After the terrible coffee they make during meetings, almost
anything is an improvement."

"So are you going home to see family?" Joey asked.

"Kind of. I'm going to see my son. I haven't seen him since before I got
sober. I'm going to visit him and his lover." I said, wondering what Joey's
reaction to this statement would be.

I had noted that Joey was probably Gay. Certainly the way he looked at me
gave me that impression. I felt like he was mentally undressing me. And,
trust me, that was a nice feeling. I hadn't noticed that from another guy
in a while. But I wondered how he would take my announcement that I had a
son and that my son was Gay.

"Well, that must make you really happy. I take it you're ok with him having
a lover?" Joey asked, one eyebrow arched in curiosity.

"Yeah. After all, almost the whole time he was growing up, I had one." I
said, looking him straight in the eye.

"Oh. Well, yes, I suppose that would make a difference." Both eyebrows were
up now.

"My lover was killed overseas. That's what started me
drinking. Unfortunately, I was a very mean and nasty drunk. I ended up
abusing both my son and his mother. She left me and took my son with
her. There was a court order until he was 18 that I was not allowed to see
him without supervision. I never got to see him because she took him out of
state and I only found out yesterday where he was." I told him.

"Really! How did that happen?" Joey asked, truly intrigued now by my story.

"Well...I went to the State Convention a couple of weekends ago in San
Diego. I met a priest there who was speaking..."

"Father Gray!" Joey interrupted.

"Yes! Fr. Gray. Were you there, too?" I asked.

"I only made it to the Saturday night meeting, so I got to hear him
speak. I spoke to him afterward. He was so interesting!" Joey said.

"Yes. I spoke to him afterward and ended up telling him my whole
story. What I didn't know is that two years ago, Fr. Gray performed my
son's wedding to his lover! He went back and told my son he had met me and
that I was sober and last night, my son finally called me! Just out of the
blue! That's why I had to catch this flight. It was the earliest one I
could get." I explained.

"Well, I'll be honest with you. Believe it or not, I don't usually help out
Marines by putting them in first class - no matter how hunky they are, and
you're definitely that! - but I saw you and something just told me that I
really needed to help you. I guess that was my Higher Power. I just know
that everything is going to work out with your son. Don't you worry,
Eric. HP is on your side!" Joey smiled.

"Thank you. I was starting to get scared about all this. I haven't seen him
since he was 12 - that was 8 years ago. I'm just hoping he can forgive me
for all the terrible things I did to him." I said.

"Well, having just done my 9th Step and made amends to all the people in my
life that I hurt, I think you'll find that people - especially those who
love you - will be much more forgiving and much less hard on you than you
are on yourself. At least that's what I found." he said.

"Thank you, Joey. I'll sure keep that in mind." I said.

"I'd better get back to the rest of the passengers. If you need anything,
just push the button. If I get a chance later, I'll stop back and see how
you're doing." Joey said.

"Thank you. Thank you for everything." I said, really meaning it.

"Think nothing of it, Eric. You're 'family'!" he smiled and went off to see
to the other passengers.

I was able to go to sleep and slept most of the flight. I was surprised by
this, but I guess not having gotten much sleep last night did it. I was too
excited about seeing Troy today. I finally got up at around 4:30 a.m. and
made some coffee and sat out on the deck looking at the lake until it was
time to wake Brian and Mick to go to the airport. Joey woke me before we
landed.

"I hated to wake you. You looked like you really needed the sleep, but
we're on final approach.  We'll be landing in about 10 minutes." Joey said.

"Thanks. I didn't get much sleep last night. Too excited." I told him.

"I understand. I'll say a prayer that everything goes ok with your son."
Joey smiled.

"Thanks. I can use all the help I can get." I said.

The plane finally landed and I was about the third person off the plane. I
think I practically ran down the narrow corridor leading to the gate. I no
more came through the door and I heard a voice yelling "DAD!" I looked up
and I saw this beautiful young man who looked so much like my little boy
that I knew this was who my son had become! I was in awe! He was tall,
broad- shouldered and quite muscular. If he wasn't my son, I sure would
have made a play for him!

I ran towards him and then stopped. We were about 3 feet from each other
but I didn't know what to do. I wanted to grab him and hug him, but I
didn't know if he would want that. I still wasn't sure how he was going to
accept me after all this time and all that had happened. I stood there just
looking at him. He was beautiful! I wanted to touch him so badly, my arms
just kind of went out to him on their own. I didn't even realize that I'd
done it.

That was all it took. Suddenly Troy threw himself into my arms and we were
holding each other tightly.

"Oh, Troy. Son. I've missed you so much!" I murmured to him.

"I've missed you, too, Daddy. I love you so much!" he said.

That was all I needed. My son was once again in my arms and he told me he
loved me. The rest of the world could now just disappear for a while!

"Troy, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. Can you ever forgive me?"
I said softly.

"Yes, Daddy. I already have. I understand now. Fr. Gray explained it all to
me. Don't think about it anymore." Troy murmured to me.

I wanted to continue to hold him, but I knew if I did I was going to start
crying. I could already feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I pushed Troy
back, holding onto his shoulders and just looked at him.

"My God! How you've grown! You are so incredibly handsome!" I smiled at
him.

Troy blushed. It was such a beautiful sight.

"And you're just a beautiful as I remember you!" Troy said.

Now it was my turn. I could feel the heat moving up my face. We shyly
grinned at each other.  Then Troy was in motion, dragging me by the hand
over to two very handsome men. The first one he brought me to I knew would
be Mike, the lover he had married.  He stuck out his hand but I instead
pulled him towards me and hugged him. He hugged back. A beautiful man, I
was almost jealous of my son! In fact, the feel of his body and the scent
of him started the blood flowing to my cock! 'Down, boy!' I thought to
myself. 'This is your son's lover! Off limits!'.

Then Troy turned me and I faced the man I knew to be Randy - the other
lover. I wasn't exactly sure how that worked, but I was sure of one thing -
this was one of the most incredibly beautiful men I'd ever seen in my
life. The dark eyes, the smile. He was tall and muscular. I eagerly wrapped
my arms around him and felt him melt against me like we were made for each
other. This time, my cock was paying no attention to me at all! I got
mostly hard before I broke contact with Randy. Another time, another place
and I would have been all over him! I knew one thing - I wanted to fuck
this man and have him fuck me! And I had not had those feelings for anyone
since Matt died. I was, quite frankly, shocked at my reaction.

We went back to their house and I was given the grand tour. What I was most
impressed with was the studio that Eric built for Troy. I had no idea that
Troy had become such an good artist. I knew he had talent, just from that
picture he drew of Matt and I asleep together all those years ago. But I
never expected him to continue it or become so good at it. Mike obviously
was an expert on art and his glowing estimates of Troy's possible career
didn't seem like just the pride of a lover talking. He obviously believed
in Troy's abilities.

Then Mike sent Troy and I up to the Master Suite upstairs for Troy to show
me around. When we got there, I looked above the bed and I realized why
Mike sent us up here alone. A single painting - a watercolor - of four
Marines hung above the bed. One of the Marines was obviously wounded and
was being treated by a Corpsman. The other two were standing with their
weapons at the ready, defending their fallen comrade. I knew that Troy had
painted this.

"That's incredible." I said softly.

"Thank you. Mike really loves it. It was the first painting of mine he ever
saw. He's the only person who ever figured it out." Troy said.

"The wounded Marine is me, isn't it?" I asked.

"That makes you the second." Troy smiled.

"I'll tell you something else, those other two Marines? That's Brian and
Mick - my sponsor and his lover. They've kept me safe ever since the first
night I quit drinking. And the Corpsman - that's a guy named Jeff. He's in
Germany at the hospital there. He helped me when I was first coming out of
the coma. But you couldn't know that. How did you ever paint it?" I asked.

"I don't know. It was like something just took over and guided my
hand. Those faces came to me.  I don't know how. You'd probably only just
started to get sober when I painted it." Troy said.

I stood there, looking at the painting and I suddenly was crying, tears
pouring down my face.  Those wonderful men who took a very wounded Marine -
wounded in mind as well as body - and protected me and kept me alive after
some of the darkest times of my life. And my son, not knowing any of them,
had painted them. It was like God telling me that my life truly was in his
hands.

Troy reached out and put his arms around me. We held each other and I could
tell he was crying, too. All the pain we had each gone through - worse, the
pain I had put him through - seemed to flow out of us as we stood there
crying in each other's arms. I knew then that he did truly forgive me. It
would take a lot longer for me to forgive myself but that would come now.

"Thank you, Troy. Thank you for showing me this." I said.

"Don't thank me. It was Mike's idea. When we first got together, we had a
fight over this painting." he said.

"A fight?" I asked, surprised.

"Just a verbal one. I was telling him how much I had started out hating you
and then stopped caring about you at all. He really pissed me off by
basically telling me that I was lying - both to him and to myself. He
challenged me to go into our bedroom and look at this painting and then
look him in the eyes and tell him I didn't love you. I stood in front of it
for a long time. I couldn't find anything in it of hate or
indifference. Every stroke of the brush told how much I loved you.  Even I
could see it. That's the night I started to forgive you and to admit that I
still loved you."  Troy said.

"I've been so ashamed of what I did to you for so long now that I really
didn't believe, deep in my heart, that you could ever forgive me. Losing
you was as hard on me in many ways as losing Matt. You have to believe me
when I tell you that I never, ever meant to hurt you - or your mom.  I was
so filled with rage and pain inside over Matt that I just couldn't control
myself - especially when I was drinking." I told him.

"Daddy...what really happened? All I know is what Fr. Rob told me. I know
that you and Uncle Matt were captured and Uncle Matt was killed, but that's
all I know." Troy asked me.

"I don't really like to talk about it, son. The details are too
horrible. Please don't ask me to tell you those but what happened is that
this drug-lord down in South America had some guy high up in the DEA
murdered. Our job was to go down and either capture him or take him out." I
said.

"I take it that means kill him?" Troy asked.

"Yes, son. That was the mission. But it went wrong almost from the
get-go. Somebody had leaked the information on the mission to the drug-lord
and he was waiting for our unit when we showed up. Uncle Matt and I got
captured. They tortured us trying to get information out of us.  When that
didn't work, they killed Matt right in front of me. I guessed they hoped
that would scare me into telling them what they wanted to know. They didn't
know about our relationship so they had no idea how killing him would
effect me." I said.

"I take it that they didn't get the information that they wanted." Troy
said softly.

"No fucking way! They finally decided to torture me again, but before they
could start, the rest of my unit, which had been re-enforced by a second
Recon unit hit the compound and found me." I told him.

"Did they get the drug-lord?" Troy asked.

I didn't answer for a long time. This was a part of the story that almost
nobody, except Fr. Rob and Dr. Rick knew. Troy stared at me, waiting for an
answer.

"Yeah, they captured him. As they were taking me out of the compound on a
stretcher, I saw him handcuffed and being led away. This was the guy who
had Matt killed. I couldn't take it. I went crazy. I grabbed the side-arm
of one of the guys who was carrying my stretcher and put a bullet between
his eyes." I said finally, my head down, my voice quiet at the memory.

Troy didn't say anything for a long time. Then he reached out and put his
arms around me.

"I'm glad you killed him. He deserved to die. If only for what he did to
you and Uncle Matt."  Troy said.

"I got into a lot of trouble for it. They wanted to question him and learn
about his connections - especially how he found out about the
operation. They finally accepted the explanation that I was out of my mind
over what I had been through - which was the truth." I said.

"Why didn't you ever tell us? Mom and I would have understood." Troy asked.

"Son, I wanted to! You don't know how much I wanted to! But I
couldn't. First of all, I had repressed most of the memories. They only
came out in nightmares and I didn't know what was real and what
wasn't. Second, there was no way I could explain about Matt and me. You
were too young and I didn't want your mother finding out. You see what her
reaction is now! She won't even see me now that she knows about Matt and
me." I said.

"I don't really think that's it, Dad. I think the reason she won't see you
is that she feels like you didn't trust her. You lied to her about you and
Matt. You never gave her a chance to understand."  Troy said.

"How could I? How could I tell her that I didn't love her? How could I tell
her that I wasn't the super-straight Marine that she thought she was
marrying? I knew that if she ever found out the truth that she take you and
I would never get to see you again! Unfortunately, it happened that way
anyway." I said, and I could feel the tears running down my cheeks again.

"It's all so fucked up, isn't it?" Troy said quietly.

"Yes, it is. And that's all my fault, too. I wanted you. I wanted a son so
bad. I never expected to have one. I knew that I was never going to love
anyone but Matt. I knew there was no way I should ever get married. But
Matt was away for so long, I didn't know if I'd ever see him again.  And
then your Mom came along and I liked her, I really did. But as a friend. I
hate to tell you this, but if I hadn't been fucked up on booze and grass
that night, you would probably have never have been born." I confessed.

"So you and mom had to get married?" Troy's voice was filled with
amazement.

"Well...yes and no. I could have just run. I could have refused to marry
her, but I didn't want you coming into the world that way. I wanted you. I
wanted to be your Dad and I wanted you to have my name. I was also scared
that if I didn't marry her, your mom might have an abortion. That would
have killed me!" I told him.

"You went through all that pain and lies for all those years just for me?!"
Troy said, his voice full of wonder.

"No, not entirely. I didn't want to lose Matt either. Though I almost did."
I said.

"How was that?" Troy asked.

So I told him the story of the night that Matt had come to Camp Pendelton
and found me. He laughed about Matt 'decking' me and I even laughed with
him.

"Anything else you want to know?" I asked him.

"Not right now. I think you've pretty well explained everything to me. I
certainly understand a lot more than I did. I really do love you,
Daddy. And I really do forgive you. Maybe in some ways I ought to be the
one asking you to forgive me." he said quietly.

I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"No way, son. You didn't do anything wrong. I gave you every reason in the
world to hate me.  I'm just so glad that you found it in your heart to
forgive me and let me be a part of your life again." I said.

"And I'm going to have a talk with mom. I think once she understands,
she'll forgive you as well.  I know she still loves you. There's never been
another man in her life since you." Troy told me.

"God! I hate that! I don't want her to be pining over me! I'm not ever
going to go back to her. I want her to find someone worth loving and get
married again. She deserves some happiness in her life - especially after
what I put her through." I said.

"I think the same thing about you. You deserve someone, too. I really hope
you find someone."  Troy said.

I didn't want to tell him that I thought I already had - and it was his
'other lover', Randy.

"Thanks, son." I said. "Well..if you have no more questions, I've got a
few, if you don't mind."

"No, I kind of expected you did. Ask away." he said, grinning.

"Well, tell me about Mike." I said.

Troy told me the whole story about how they met while Troy was dating
Mike's daughter - using her for 'cover' so nobody would find out he was
Gay. He told me about the rings and their wedding. He told me about their
friends and how Melissa and Janet had accepted their relationship so
well. I was kind of hurt that Janet could accept Troy being Gay so easily
but not me. I guess I hurt her a lot more than I ever realized.

He also told me how much Mike had helped him, not only with his art career,
but with dealing with all his feelings about me. This was a man I had to
get to know! Obviously my son had fallen in love with a really wonderful
guy!

"Well, it sounds like you've found a man worth keeping!" I told him

"Of course! It was very easy!" Troy said.

"What do you mean, easy?! A man as good as you described Mike is NOT easy
to find! Believe me, I know!" I said.

"I didn't say finding him was easy. I meant that knowing he was worth
keeping was easy!" Troy said.

"And just how did you know? You were only 17 at the time." I said.

"And you were only 18 when you met Matt, weren't you?" he asked.

"Well...yeah, I suppose you're right about that." I said.

"And you didn't have my advantage." he smiled.

"What advantage?" I asked.

"The reason I knew that Mike was the man I wanted was easy. He's so much
like you." Troy said quietly.

I looked at him in shock. Like me?!

Then Troy leaned over and kissed me gently.

"I always loved you. I always knew that if I was ever going to have a man
of my own, he was going to have to be just like my Daddy." Troy grinned.

"Troy, I don't deserve a son like you - not after some of the things I've
done in my life. I can only thank God for you and the fact that for some
reason you love me in ways I don't think I could ever love myself." I said.

"Daddy, you've done some bad things in your life, worse then some -
probably not as bad as some but all in all, I have only wanted one thing in
my life - to be a man like you are." Troy said.

The tears started coming now, hard. I buried my head on Troy's shoulder and
he started stroking my head, just the way Matt used to do. I cried for a
long time and when I finally got myself under control and looked up, I
realized that Troy had been crying as well.

"Son, I want you to know that I consider you a better man then I will ever
be." I said to him, meaning every word.

Troy smiled and then shook his head.

"Let's just say that were two men who really love and respect each other
because for me that's true." he said.

"Deal." I replied.

"You ready to go downstairs, now?" Troy asked.

"Yeah. I am. There's just one thing, though. I want to talk to
Mike. Alone. Is that ok with you?" I asked.

"Talk? Yes, that's ok. You just can't have him - he's mine!" Troy grinned.

Oh, that smile. I remembered it from when he was a little kid.

"I promise, I just want to talk." I grinned back at him.

We went downstairs and I did have a long talk with Mike. But it wasn't all
about Troy. I ended up telling him the reaction I'd had to Randy. I don't
know why I did that. I was afraid he'd be far from pleased but, instead, he
encouraged me to tell Randy how I felt. He told me that Randy had already
told him the same thing about me! I would have, right then and there, but
Randy and Troy came out demanding to go and get some food.

We went to this Japanese place that Troy said was Mike's favorite. It was
very good. Then we went home and I noticed that Troy all but pushed Mike up
the stairs, leaving Randy and I alone. I immediately got scared. Even
though I knew from Mike that Randy had expressed interest in me, it had
been five years since I had been with a man. It's not that I didn't
remember what to do, I was seriously concerned about whether or not I could
'do it'! Whether or not I could go through with it. There had been flings
while Matt had been in Moscow but not ever after he came back.  After he
died, my sex-life was more involved with violence and almost rape. That
wasn't me. That was the monster that the booze released.

Now, I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to approach Randy. I knew
what I wanted, I didn't know what I had a right to ask for. I almost said
'the fuck with it!' and went to bed. That's when I heard Randy's voice.

"You want some coffee?" he asked.

I turned and he was standing there staring at me. It struck me again how
beautiful he was and I could feel my cock hardening at the sight of him.

"Y-y-yeah. I'd love one." I stuttered in my nervousness.

Randy went into the kitchen and I followed him. I noticed how his body
moved. Sleek, like an animal, but a big, muscular animal. His movements
sent shock-waves through my body - especially the movement of the twin
bubble globes of his ass. This was an ass worth worshiping!  And then
fucking!

"How do you take it?" Randy asked, pouring me a cup.

"Black." I said, not trusting my voice with more than one syllable.

He handed me the coffee and our eyes met. I could see the hunger in his. I
hoped he could see the hunger in mine. I also saw fear. Maybe what Mike
said was true. Maybe he was as interested in me as I was in him.

"Why don't we sit in the living room?" he asked and moved there.

Again I followed and watched his ass as he moved. Damn! What I wouldn't do
to have my face buried between those cheeks! He sat down on the couch and,
with my heart in my mouth, I sat down next to him. Not touching, but
almost. It was all the 'moves' I had the courage for at that moment.

"So you're a doctor?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm a trauma specialist. I head up the ER here at the local
hospital." he said.

"You must see stuff like we see on the battlefield." I said.

"Yeah, sometimes I do. Not like in Boston or New York where I
trained. Those are like battlefields. Kids - gang bangers - killing each
other in stupid wars over 'turf'!" he said.

"All war is stupid. Take my word for it." I said bitterly.

"Mike told me about how you lost your lover. I'm really sorry." he said.

"Thanks. I heard from Troy how your lover was killed by a drunk. I hope
that doesn't mean you hate alcoholics." I said.

"Not the sober ones like you. The ones who hurt and kill people I do." he
said.

"I can understand that." I said. "It must be wonderful to be a doctor and
have the skills to save people's lives."

"Yeah, except my skills meant nothing when it counted most. I couldn't save
Jamie." he said and his voice became rough as if he was holding back tears.

"My skill is at killing people and I couldn't do anything to help Matt." I
said, tears now coming to my eyes.

There was silence between us for a while. Not the comfortable type of
silence that I knew with Matt. The difficult, uncomfortable kind that comes
from wanting to say something and not knowing how to start. A silence
filled with so much fear it's like a fog all around you. Finally Randy
broke the silence.

"Eric, I don't know any other way to say this. When I met you today, it was
like this jolt of electricity went through me. I started having feelings I
haven't had since Jamie died. And I kind of got the feeling that you were
feeling somewhat the same things. Am I crazy?" he asked.

"No. You're not crazy. When I took you in my arms and hugged you, I hadn't
felt like that since Matt died. I haven't really touched a man since I got
sober." I said.

"Not at all?" he asked.

"Oh, hugs from my sponsor and his lover. But no sex. Nobody in my arms
loving me." I admitted.

"Five years without sex?!" Randy asked, amazement in his voice.

"Yeah. It sounds like a long time, but so many of those years were times
when I was so torn up inside dealing with what had happened and what I
became that I didn't notice the passage of time.  Then today, I touched you
and all kinds of things started re-awakening inside of me." I said.

"That's exactly how I felt." Randy said.

"I gotta tell you, I'm not looking for just sex. I want love in my life. I
want someone to love who will love me and want to build a life together
with me. Though for the life of me, I can't understand why any guy would
want to. I'm a drunk, still haunted sometimes by memories of things that
nobody should ever have to experience, much less remember. I'm quitting the
Corps. I can't take the secrecy and the hiding anymore and there aren't a
lot of prospects for a 'sniper' out in the real world." I confessed.

"Prospects don't mean a whole lot. You can't cuddle up to a career at
night. I've learned that.  Most people would look at me and think that I
had it made. Good career, good money, not one but two guys who love
me. They have no idea how lonely I am. Don't get me wrong, I love Mike and
Troy and being with them has kept me sane but they belong to each other. I
don't have anyone who belongs to me. I don't have anyone to belong
to. Trust me, it's not just sex I'm looking for either." Randy said,
looking at me with his dark, beautiful eyes.

"But surely you can do better than a broken-down Jarhead drunk who wakes up
crying and screaming in the middle of the night because he can't forget
watching his lover being murdered right in front of his eyes! A guy who's
only real skill is killing other people who couldn't even save the one man
who meant the world to him! A guy without much future and not a whole lot
of brains. I'm damaged goods, Randy. You can do a fuck of a lot better." I
said, looking down, not able to meet his eyes as tears poured out of mine.

"And I could do a fuck of a lot worse!" he practically shouted at me and my
head involuntarily snapped up to look at him. "Don't give me that crap,
Eric! You've gone through hell and back. A worse hell than I'll ever know,
thank God, because I don't think I could have survived it like you did!
Damaged goods? What the fuck am I? I've spent two years leeching love from
two people that care about me, knowing I had no business interfering in
their relationship and too fucking scared to get out and live my own life!
And you have no idea what I would give to be able to hold you in my arms
when you wake up screaming and know that my being there, loving you, would
give you peace again." This last was uttered quietly by Randy, tears
streaming down his face as he looked at me.

I just sat there stunned by his words. This beautiful, caring compassionate
man was reaching out to me and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to reach
back so bad! I wanted to just take him in my arms and drag him to the
nearest bed and make love to him for the rest of our lives. But I was still
too scared to let myself believe that this really was happening.

"I guess we just had our first fight." I said quietly.

Randy sat there for a moment, and then suddenly laughter erupted from him
like an geyser going off! The sound of his laughter was like music - sweet,
deep music. It touched me inside. It was like light finally shining in
darkened corners that had laid in darkness for a long time. I couldn't help
myself, I started laughing, too. And the next thing I knew, we were sitting
there, laughing, with our arms around each other. We finally calm down and
we both seemed to become aware at the same time that we were holding each
other.

I don't know where I got the courage from, but I leaned down and very
gently pressed my lips to his in a brief, soft kiss. I drew back to get his
reaction. I didn't have long to wait. He reached up, put his arms round my
neck and pulled my face back to his. This time there was nothing soft or
gentle about the kiss. It was pure hunger. He pressed his lips hard against
mine and his tongue was almost immediately demanding entrance to my
mouth. I opened to him and felt his tongue surge into my mouth. Our tongues
dueled, retreating and advancing until we both had tasted each
other. Finally we had to stop to breathe.

"Take me to bed. I want you to make love to me." Randy begged, his voice
was husky with desire.

I didn't say a word. I removed his arms from around my neck, stood up and,
taking his hand, led him to the bedroom. I didn't bother turning on the
lights. The room was drenched in moonlight coming through the open
window. Randy started to undress.

"Don't!" I said, reaching out and grabbing one of his arms. "I want to do
that."

He smiled at me and dropped his hands to his side. I grabbed hold of his
t-shirt and began pulling it from the waistband of his jeans. He lifted his
arms and I was able to take it over his head and off. I was right up
against him and as I lifted his shirt off, the strong male scent of his
armpits hit my nose and I groaned at the scent. So male! So raw! So
captivating! Before he could lower his arms I pressed my face into his damp
armpit and drew in a deep breath of his scent.

"I'm sorry. I haven't had a chance to shower today." he murmured.

"You do and I'll throw you the fuck out of bed!" I growled at him. "Your
scent is what I want!"

"And what do you think I want from you, Marine?" he chuckled low in his
throat.

I looked up from his pit and into his eyes. I saw the glint of mischief
there. So he liked his men natural as well! Fuck! This was too good to be
true! I buried my face once again in the pit I had momentarily deserted. I
inhaled deeply of his scent and then began to lick and taste the salty
muskiness there. Now it was his turn to moan. Before I finished, both of
his pits were sopping wet with my saliva and this gorgeous hunk of male was
a quivering, moaning mass in my hands.

I didn't ignore his massive, muscular chest. First I buried my face in the
curly, soft hairs that grew abundantly in the center between the two mounds
of his pecs. His male scent was strong and the hairs tickled my nose and
face. He reached up and gently stroked the back of my head as I nuzzled his
chest. I moved to his small tits and gently sucked and nibbled them one at
a time. He moaned and drew a sharp breath as I gently grazed the first one
with my teeth. His hand clutched my head harder to his chest and his back
arched, shoving his chest forward and harder into my mouth.

My hands slipped down and grasp the muscular bubbles which were his
butt. They felt wonderful beneath my hands. Not too hard, the way many of
the muscle-jocks built their glutes and not too soft, as if there was no
muscle at all. Instead they were strong and yet springy in my hands,
promising a pliant support for a good ride. My fingers pressed into the
crack of his butt and even through the fabric of his jeans, I could feel
the heat there.

I let go of his nipple and trailed kisses down the treasure trail from his
chest, across his abs until my tongue was licking inside his navel and I
was on my knees. I pulled back and looked up into his deep, dark eyes. I
could see the fire there. This man was hot. And I knew, despite the lapsed
time in my sexual inventory, that I was pleasing him. A thrill went through
me as I unbuckled his belt and then I leaned forward and, with my teeth,
popped the top button on his jeans. I pulled the pieces of cloth apart and
the zipper slid down. His throbbing cock popped out between the parted
pieces of fabric - no underwear! Good! This was a man like me who didn't
like to waste time!

His rock hard cock slapped against his abs and some of his cock-honey
spewed out in a trail across them. I leaned forward and licked the sweet,
slick liquid from his skin, tasting his male essence and the sweat of his
body. It was a heady mixture.

I grabbed his cock and began sliding it into my mouth and down my throat as
I slid his jeans down his legs until my nose was buried in his pubes and
his jeans were a cloud around his ankles. He stepped from his loafers and
pulled himself out of my mouth. I reached down and helped him pull off his
jeans completely. I rose and he was standing before me completely naked. I
stepped back so that I could drink in all his beauty at once. This was a
man! So beautifully formed, lightly furred and strongly muscled. He almost
took my breath away!

"Now it's my turn." he said, smiling and moving closer.

He began by unbuttoning my fatigue shirt and then sliding his hands inside
and spreading it open by running his hands across my furred chest. He, too,
seemed to like the hair that grew there, just as Troy had when he was a
little boy. Randy gently pulled on my nipples and I moaned before his hands
rose to my shoulders and he slipped the shirt from them and onto the
ground. He took one of my arms and began raising it. Knowing that he now
wanted access to my pits, I raised both arms and bent them with my hands
behind my head.

Randy immediately buried his face in my hairy underarm and moaned at the
strong, male scent he found there. I never use underarm deodorant or
anti-perspirant so he had not reason to fear tasting the sweaty musk that
lay there. This he began to do, sucking my skin and my hair into his mouth
and tasting me. I moaned at the feelings as my sensitive nerves were
stimulated by his lips and tongue. He then moved on to the other pit and
repeated his actions, smelling first - tasting after.

"Mmm. You smell wonderful, Marine! Do you know that?" he said, looking up
into my eyes, his own on fire with lust.

"Mmm." I groaned as he moved over and began sucking on one of my nips.

He sucked at both of them as his hands worked at my belt and pants. Before
I knew it, he was down on his knees and my fatigue pants were around my
boots. His face was pressed into my olive briefs and he was snorting and
moaning over the scents he found there. My hard cock was leaking so much
cock-honey that there was a wet spot almost the size of a softball which
had already formed there. Randy's mouth sucked at the spot, sucking out all
of my essence that he could get while at the same time his hand was
massaging my stiff cock and causing it to belch out more cock-honey to join
the rest.

Randy reached down and began to unlace my boots. I wanted to help but he
just pushed me away.  I stood back up and he looked up at me.

"I want to do this!" he almost begged.

I smiled and nodded. I wasn't exactly sure what pleasure he was getting
from removing my boots, but he obviously was enjoying it and so I let
him. I was more than willing to let him do anything he wanted to me. Just
so long as that included touching me at all times.

He finally got the boots unlaced and then raised my feet, one at a time,
and slipped them off me followed by my fatigue pants. Once they were off,
he then reached up and dragged down my briefs as well. My cock came up and
slapped my abs as he slid my underwear off my feet leaving a glistening
trail of my cock-honey. As I had done, Randy immediately leaned forward and
licked up the sweet/salty dribbles on my lower abs.

Moving down, Randy buried his face in my pubic hair. I could hear him
taking deep breaths as he smelled my more intimate scents. I reached down
and, running my hand through his dark hair, pressed his head deeper into my
groin at the same time shifting my hips so that I was rubbing myself
against his face.

"Yeah, man! Take a deep whiff of me! Get to know my scent, fucker!" I
moaned.

Randy took me at my word, breathing deeper of the fumes coming from my
sweating crotch. He moved down and began nosing my hairy ball-sack while
moaning deep in his throat. He seemed to really like this scent so much
that his tongue came out and began to bathe my orbs, tasting all the sweaty
musk that my nut-sack had to offer. My cock continued to leak lubrication
until it was flowing down the shaft and he was licking it up as it began to
flow onto my balls.

I'd had enough of standing while he was on his knees. That wasn't how I
wanted this. I wanted him, in my arms, on the bed. I reached down and
grabbed him under his arms and brought him back to a standing
position. Then I got onto the bed, stretched out and motioned him to lay
beside me. He got into the bed and came into my arms.

"This is how I want you. I need you in my arms. I need to feel you against
me. I need to know what it is your feeling." I murmured to him.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm falling in love with you. I'm falling so hard and so
fast that it's scaring me!  But I can't help it. I knew from the moment
that I first touched you that you were a man I couldn't say no to, couldn't
live without. I tried not to let this happen. I'm still so afraid of
hurting Troy and Mike." he said.

"From what Mike told me, he already guessed how we felt about each other
and from that frantic exit that my son made tonight, dragging Mike upstairs
behind him, I figure that Troy's already figured it out as well. And he
seems to be ok with it or, trust me, he would have said something and we
wouldn't have been left alone." I said.

"Do you really think that?" he asked.

"Yes. I do. Besides, I'm sorry. I don't fucking care. I never thought I
feel this way again and nothing, including my own son, is going to get in
the way." I said firmly.

"But that is kind of the problem...." Randy said quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You haven't said what you're feeling." he answered.

"Ok. I understand. I'm only going to say this once, so you better listen
up!" I said in my best imitation Drill Sergeant voice. "I falling in love
with you, mister. This Marine has decided that you are the objective and it
is my duty to take that objective and secure it. And I should warn you,
Marines never fail and they never give up. Your options are twofold. Either
surrender now or run like hell."

"I think I remember a T-shirt I saw once about 'Snipers'. It said, 'If you
run, you'll just die tired.'  so I guess running is useless." he smiled.

"Completely useless." I smiled in return.

"Then I surrender. I don't know how this is going to work out but, like
you, I don't fucking care!  I would take 24 hours of loving you and then
never seeing you again over never having you in my life at all." Randy
said.

"This is not for 24 hours. You better understand, going in, that this is
for the rest of our lives." I said.

"I don't want it any other way." Randy promised.

"Then enough talk. I've been five years without a man in my arms. I hope
you're prepared to help me make up for lost time!" I grinned.

"Bring it on, Marine! I can handle whatever comes up!" he laughed.

"I figured you could!" I said.

And with that, I rolled over on top of him and crushed my mouth to his. Our
hard cocks rubbed against each other, sliding on a thick layer of
cock-honey which was dribbling from both of us. I moved from his mouth down
his neck and then slid down between his legs completely, burying my nose in
his tight, sweaty, fur-covered nut-sack. I breathed deep of his scent. A
heady mixture of sweat, musk and piss. The aroma of which hit my brain and
caused a rush in me like a hit of amyl in the old days. God! Did this man
smell good! So male, so hot, so feral. But there was more to come.

I began licking his nut-sack, tasting the salty tang of him as I slowly
moved down. I finally got below his balls and to that delicate patch of
skin between his balls and the start of his ass-crack.  Without my even
doing anything, Randy grabbed the backs of his knees and raised and spread
his legs to give me complete access to his butt. One whiff of the scent of
this most private and secret place on a male's body and I was in heaven. It
had been so long and it was time for my too long time of celibacy to be
over.

I placed my nose into his furred ass-trench and breathed deeply of the
scent. The dark, musky essence of Randy rose in my nose and I could hardly
restrain myself from just leaping up and shoving my cock in his
hole. However, my tongue demanded that I taste the luscious delicacy that
my nose was enjoying.

I began dragging my tongue through his butt-crack, tasting the sweat, the
musk the essence that was Randy. God! How I'd missed this! God! How I
wanted this so much. And, God!, how glad I am that I waited for this
beautiful, wonderful man. My lips locked around his puckered hole and I
began to gently lick the edges of his opening. His hole immediately
blossomed opened and allowed my tongue to explore deep inside of him. The
dark, tart taste of his hole caused my tongue to lick deeper and deeper
into the inner recesses of his body. If I could have, I would have crawled
up inside his ass with my whole body and spent hours licking and sucking on
his hole.

"Oh, God! Yes! Eat me, Eric! Suck my ass! Fuck! Take me! Fuck me! Please!"
he moaned and pleaded while I frantically feasted at his hole.

'Fuck him? Oh, yeah!' That I wanted more than anything. To feel my cock
buried inside his hot, wet chute. To feel his body swallow part of mine and
make us one. 'Yes! Fuck him. Now!'

These thoughts went through my head and before I could even link thought to
action, Randy was putting a bottle of lube before my eyes. I pulled my face
out of his ass and grinned at him. He grinned back as I took the lube and
began to grease his ass. He easily took two of my fingers and there was
only slight resistance to a third. I rose up to my knees, lubing my own
cock and letting Randy see what was about to be planted deep inside him.

Randy reached down with his hand and guided my cock to his hole while I
rose over him, planting my hands on each side of his shoulders. I pushed
firmly but gently forward and my cockhead slowly slid into his butt. I
didn't stop until my pubic hair hit his stretched hole and I was bottomed
out in his butt. We both moaned. I leaned down and covered Randy's mouth
with mine. Our tongues dueled while I gently began to withdraw my cock a
few inches. Randy groaned into my mouth as I shoved it back in, just a
little harder than my initial entry. I kept pulling out, further and
further each time, and shoving it back in, just a little harder each time,
until my cock was pulling almost completely out and then driving like a
jackhammer back into his hole.

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD! Make me feel that fucking Marine cock!" Randy
begged mindlessly as he threw his head back and forth in ecstacy.

I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my abs, dripping a puddle of
pre-cum onto his own. I knew that he was not going to be able to last long,
nor would he need any stimulation other than my cock rubbing against his
prostate to go over the edge. I kept pounding his ass as hard as I could
and within moments, I felt his hole tighten around my cock and his white,
ropey cum began to shoot out between our bodies. That's all it took for me
and I began to paint the insides of his guts with my man-juice. I shot so
hard and so long inside him that my own cum began to spurt out of his well
used hole around my cock.

My mouth was locked on his and we groaned our orgasms into each other
mouth. I finally stopped cumming and collapsed on top of him. I could smell
his sweat, my sweat, our combined cum and the sweet smell of ass fucking in
a haze around us. Not since the last time I had laid in Matts arms had I
felt such peace. No matter what, there was no way I was ever going to let
Randy go! I had marked him with my seed and he was mine!

We finally broke the kiss and I rolled off of him. He rolled over on his
side, facing me as I lay on my back, my cock half hard against my
thigh. His head rested on his hand with his arm bent underneath.

"So after 5 years, how was it?" He grinned.

"Better than I even remembered it!" I smiled and reached out and tousled
his dark hair.

"It that it? One time and you're done?" he asked, a wicked grin on his
face.

"Done? Not by a long-shot fucker! Just getting into position. It's your
turn to pound my butt now!" I said. "But I've got to ask you, please - take
it slow. The only man who ever fucked me in my whole life was Matt. It's
been a long time since my hole's been opened by anything as big as what
you've got between your legs."

"Are you sure you even want to do this? I could live without fucking you."
he said.

"The fuck you will! I told you I'm yours. That's every fucking part of me!
I'm gonna make you the same commitment I did Matt. No other man ever gets
to do this to me as long as you are alive." I swore. "But, by God!, you
are! I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel that oneness with you. I
want to surrender to you now." I said.

He leaned down and gently kissed me.

"I understand. Marine, prepare to be boarded!" he said.

"That's the fuckin' Navy!" I exclaimed.

"Whatever!" he said, a shit-eating grin on his face.

The End of Part 27 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - ERIC'S STORY 10

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