Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2002 19:24:05 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGTHER'S EX BOYFRIEND 30

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 12
Part 30

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

By RimPig (c) 2002

Randy and I walked downstairs. I knew I needed to get my mind off the
coming confrontation with my ex-wife. I also knew I needed to do something
to get Randy's mind off it. I couldn't believe how well I could read his
emotions after knowing him such a short time! I guess love does that
sometimes. I knew that Randy was very concerned about this - not for him
but for me. I didn't want him worrying at all, however. This was something
that I had to do but it in no way effected what was happening between him
and me.

When we got downstairs, we quickly stripped out of our gym shorts and jocks
then naked headed for the large shower stall. Randy stepped in first and
before he could turn around, I grabbed my cock, released my muscles and hit
him with a blast of hot piss. He gasped and turned quickly.

"What the hell was that?!" he yelped.

"PISS FIGHT!!!" I said, aiming my cock at his groin and giving him another
hot blast.

"Well, you're gonna pay for that, mister!" Randy said grinning as he
grabbed his cock and gave me a blast of his piss in the chest.

That's all it took, soon we were blasting each other's bodies with our piss
and laughing like two little kids. Before I ran out of 'ammo', however,
Randy dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around my cock and I let
him drink the last of my piss. He moaned around my cock as he drank down
all of the golden liquid I had left. Then he pulled off my cock, sat back
on his haunches and looked up at me.

"Mighty tasty, Marine!" he grinned.

"Yeah? Well, you got some for me?" I asked, grinning back at him.

"Sure do! Would I leave you thirsty?" he laughed.

Randy stood up and I went to my knees, leaned forward and wrapped my lips
around his cock.  Within seconds my mouth was being filled with his hot
piss. The taste was somewhat strong but I loved the saltiness of it. More
importantly, I loved it because it was from Randy. I couldn't believe how,
after having these emotions locked away so tight for so long, it was like
Randy found the key and they were all out in the open now. I loved him - I
really loved him. But more than that, I knew he loved me. That, to me, was
the greatest miracle of all.

As I knelt there drinking down the last of his piss, his cock started to
harden in my mouth. I began to lick and suck at the foreskin of his cock,
sliding my tongue up into the hood and scooping out all of the pre-cum
which was starting to flow and gradually pushing back the hood so that I
could get to that place where I would find his cock-cheese. The smell of it
went from my mouth up into my nose and my own cock throbbed in rock
hardness from the raunchy fumes of it that I loved so much. I licked away
what I could find, savoring the flavor of my lover's body.

I slowly started to slide down his cock, taking it deeper and deeper into
me until it was pushing into my throat. I could hear Randy moaning as my
throat muscles massaged his cock head. My nose was buried in his wet pubic
hair and I could smell my own piss as well as his sweat and male musk. I
moaned around his cock at the double shot of erotic stimulation - the feel
of his cock down my throat and the smell of his sweaty, musky, piss-soaked
groin!

Randy reached down and put his hand on the back of my head and began
thrusting in and out of my mouth. God! I loved to be face fucked this
way. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of my throat and the sight of
his groin moving back and forth toward my face as well as the view of his
muscles moving under his skin as he drove his hips in a fucking motion all
combined to give me incredible pleasure. No matter what difficulties I had
been through because of being Gay, at this moment it was all worth it - and
then some! I felt so sorry for straight guys who would never experience
this incredible sensation of sucking on the cock of another guy! The raw
power, the sheer raunchiness of uniting with another male in the strength
of pure male rut is beyond description. Far from being 'unmanly' or causing
a 'loss of masculinity', sex with another male is the most 'male' of all
sex.

"Fuck, yeah! Suck my cock, lover! Fuckin' suck on that meat! I loved
shovin' my dick down your throat, fucker!" Randy moaned as he continued to
fuck my face.

I love when the guy I'm sucking is verbal and raunchy! It makes my cock
throb and really gets me into being a fuckin' cock-pig! Randy's beautiful
thick cock was spreading the muscles of my throat as he fucked my face and
it was almost as good as when that rammer of his spread the muscles in my
butt as he fucked my ass. I needed to taste the cum that I knew was in his
balls as they slapped against my chin. And from the way his nutsack was
drawing close to the base of his cock, I knew it wouldn't be long until all
that hot, tasty white spoonge was filling my mouth with a 'protein
injection'.

"Fuck! You want my fuckin' load? You want my cum? Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Suck
out all that hot load! Suck my fuckin's cock and swallow my load!" Randy
moaned.

His movements were getting faster and more intense and his grip on my head
was getting stronger. I knew he couldn't last. I could feel his cock
getting thicker and harder in my mouth and throat.

"Fuck, yeah! Here it come, cocksucker! Here's my fuckin' load! Swallow it
all, man!  FFFUUUCCKKK!!!" he screamed.

I felt the first blast go down my throat and I quickly pulled back on his
cock so that the rest of his hot load would go in my mouth where I could
taste it. His cock blasted out at least five or six more volleys of his
tasty spoonge and I was hard-pressed to drink it down fast enough so that I
wouldn't lose one tasty drop or drown in his creamy essence.

His body shuddered and he had trouble standing as I continued to nurse at
his cock, trying to get the last of his load out of it. Randy finally
pulled his cock out of his mouth, saying that it was too tender to touch. I
stood up, my hardon pawing aggressively in the air, throbbing in my own
need to release my load. Randy took one look at it and hit his knees,
gobbling it down his throat in one lunge.

The feeling of his warm, wet mouth around the shaft of my cock and the
tightness of his throat muscles around the head were enough to almost have
me blasting my load down his throat immediately. I quickly grabbed his head
and shove his face in my groin and held him there so that I could get some
measure of control back over my cock. I could hear him breathing deep of
the raunchy scent of my sweaty and piss covered crotch as he held my cock
deep in his throat.  After a few moments, the intense urge to cum abated
and I began to fuck his face hard! I wanted him to feel what I had felt
from his cock pounding into my throat.

"Suck, you fuckin' bastard! Suck my fuckin' cock! Take my meat all the way
down your fuckin' throat, cocksucker! Eat my fuckin' load!" I practically
screamed. "You love that cock, don't you?  You love my fuckin' meat
pounding your fuckin' throat! Yeah, you need this cock, don't you
cocksucker?!"

Randy moaned his agreement around my cock, sending waves of vibrations
through my cock and into my balls. I couldn't keep this pace up for long. I
was slamming my cock into his face and loving every second of it. Randy's
mouth was a sucking machine! And I could feel that tingle in my balls which
told me that my hammer was cocked and ready and that the 'firing sequence'
had begun!

"Yeah, cocksucker! Fuckin' take my load! Suck down my cum! Take it, man!
Take it NNNNOOOWWWW!!!" I yelled as my cock began firing my hot load down
his throat.

Just as I had done, I could feel him pulling back so that I could cum in
his mouth and he could savor the flavor of 100% GRADE A USMC cum! His
tongue was driving me fuckin' nuts! It was massaging my cock and licking
the sensitive head, trying to draw out more of the baby-batter from my nuts
that he seemed to love so much. I shot load after load into his mouth and
he swallowed every drop, not losing one!

Finally, I couldn't take him nursing at my cockhead any longer and pulled
my cock out of his mouth. He grinned up at me, licking his lips just in
case any of my load had escaped. I reached down and pulled him up to his
feet and pressed my mouth hard against his. My tongue forced its way into
his mouth and I could taste my load there. His tongue also invaded my mouth
as he searched for some of his own essence. We swapped spit for a while and
then finally broke the kiss and just grinned at each other.

"Fuck! That was HOT!" Randy exclaimed. "That sure wasn't 'making love'!"

"The fuck it wasn't! That's the way guys should 'make love' sometimes!
Fuckin' all out raunchy, hard pounding sex! 'Making love' isn't about what
you do. It's about how you feel when you're doin' it." I said. "I can't
help but make love to you every time because that's how I feel about
you. But that doesn't mean that the sex can't be hot and raunchy! That's
just how guys are!"

"Fuck! And I'm glad of it, too!" Randy said. "No way that I could ever feel
like that with anybody but you, Marine!"

"Yeah, it's weird isn't it? If any guy called me a cocksucker, except when
I am being one, I'd fuckin' pound him into the fuckin' ground. But when you
say it, it turns me on all to hell!" I told him.

"Same here! I love when you say all those nasty, raunchy things while I'm
suckin' your cock or you're poundin' my butt! It gets me really hot!" Randy
said.

"Well, I'll just have to make sure I tell you just exactly what a
scum-sucking, ass-licking, cocksucker you are more often!" I laughed.

"Just so long as you tell me how much you love this scum-sucking,
ass-licking, cocksucker." he said quietly.

I leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose, licking it with my tongue.

"I love you so much I fuckin' ache inside! I look at you and don't know
whether I want to cry from happiness or just throw you down on the ground
and fuck you! My arms feel empty when you're not in them. My mouth is
constantly hungry for the taste of you. I can't fuckin' think of anything
but you most of the time! Is that what you want to know?" I asked.

"Yeah, Marine. That's just what I want to know. I want to know that you're
feeling about me just what I'm feeling about you." he said and leaning
forward, gently brushed his lips across mine.

I reached up and pulled his face back to mine and kissed him long and hard
and deep. We finally had to break our mouths apart because neither of us
could get enough air to breathe! Instead, I moved my mouth down his neck
and across his shoulders, licking all the salty sweat and piss that was
still there.

I could feel the air passing over the skin of my shoulder and the sound of
his inhalations as he busily breathed in the scents of my body.

"God! I love the way your smell!" I heard him murmur.

"Then we'd better fuckin' shower because I know that means I'm not fit to
be around any other human but you!" I laughed.

He laughed too as I reached over and threw on the water and all the shower
heads started to bath us in their warmth. We gently and slowly washed each
other's body, taking time to savor each part of each other. I loved the
feeling of his body, slick with soap, gliding under my hands. We ended it
by rinsing off and then gently drying each other with big, fluffy towels
that Mike seemed to have dozens of down here.

Randy sat down on one of the weight benches and took my hand and pulled me
down on it with him. I could tell he wanted to talk. I knew this situation
with Janet was weighing on his mind.

"What are you going to tell her." he asked.

There was no reason to ask who 'her' was.

"I'm going to tell her the truth. I'm going to tell her what really was
going on when we met and while we were married. And I'm going to ask her to
forgive me for fucking up her life the way I did." I said.

"And then what?" he asked.

"Well...then I guess I'll see if she can find it in her heart to forgive me
or not. But whether she does or not, it's not going to change anything for
me. I'm still Gay. I'm still very much in love with you. And I've got my
son back in my life. This really isn't about me. It's about seeing if I can
help her get over her anger towards me and move on with her life." I said.

"Won't it be difficult if she isn't willing to forgive you, though? With
Troy, I mean." he asked.

"No, I don't think so. It will be somewhat hard on Troy, I think. But I
know he loves me and he knows that I love him. Whether or not Janet
forgives me isn't going to matter to Troy. He's already forgiven me for
what I did to him. He understands now what happened and why I was the way I
was." I explained.

"Would it make it difficult if we wanted to live here?" Randy asked.

"I would hope not. After all, Troy's an adult. He still loves his
mother. He would continue to see her. Actually, the only one who might be
uncomfortable is Janet - but, I'm sorry, that's her problem - not mine." I
said.

"How do you feel about her?" Randy asked.

"Well...she's the mother of my son. I will always be indebted to her for
that. We used to be friends before Matt died and I turned into a
monster. Since I haven't seen her in a long time, I really don't know how I
feel about her now. I would like to be friends again with her if for
nothing more than Troy's sake. But I'm hesitant to really have anything to
do with her." I said.

"Why?" Randy said. "What kind of a threat could she be to you?"

"Oh, no kind of threat!" I said. "Troy's told me that she is still in love
with me, that she won't go out and find anyone else. That bothers me a
lot. I don't want her to think that there is any chance that I would come
back to her. I think she knows that, but she's just not accepting it. Does
that make any sense?"

"Yeah. It does. I want you to know that whatever decision you make about
where you want to live is ok with me. I don't like to blow my own horn..."
he said.

"I didn't know you could!" I interrupted him. "I wanna see that! Man, if I
could, I'd never leave the house!"

"Shut up!" he laughed. "As I was saying! I can get a position anywhere. I'm
good at what I do."

"Yes, I know you are!" I grinned and leaned over and nuzzled his neck.

He pushed me away, laughing.

"Will you cut that out! I'm trying to be serious here!" he laughed.

"I know you are. But I don't want to be right now. Dealing with Janet is
enough 'serious' for one day. I just want to be with you and feel how much
you love me right now. Is that ok?" I asked.

"That is always ok." Randy said, putting his arms around me and kissing me
gently on the cheek.  "I just wanted to take one more worry off your
plate."

"Well, I do want you to fly out to California with me and see the cabin
before we decide. There's some people there I want you to meet as well." I
told him.

"Friends?" he asked.

"More than friends. The two guys who really saved my life. My AA sponsor,
Brian, and his lover, Mick. They are going to love you!" I said.

"I hope so." Randy said. "It sounds like they're pretty important to you."

"There are only two people in my life more important - Troy and you. But
don't worry. I promise they will love you." I said.

"Ok, so when do you think we should fly out? I'll have to arrange things at
the hospital." Randy said.

"I have 10 days leave now. So we should fly back at the end of that. Is
that enough notice?" I asked.

"Yeah, it should be ok. Let me make a few phone calls and get things
arranged. How long do you want to stay out there? I'm only going to be able
to arrange for about a week." he said.

"That should be enough time for us to decide what we want to do. I'm going
to arrange for Terminal Leave when I get back anyway." I said.

"What's that? It sounds serious!" he grinned.

"Well, yes. I guess it is. Terminal Leave is where you basically go on
leave and you never come back. I'll be mustered out of the Corps at the
same time my leave ends. I won't have to go back for any reason." I
explained.

"Are you sure about leaving the Corps? It's been your whole life." Randy
said.

"Positive. I can't live with the hiding and the lies anymore. If they found
out I was Gay, they'd throw me out. No matter how long I'd served, no
matter how meritorious that service was.  They'd fucking toss me out
without a second thought. They would even try to force me to give them the
names of some of my brother Marines who are Gay. Fuck that!" I said.

"It sounds like the fucking Gestapo!" Randy said.

"It practically is! The fuckin' witch-hunts I've seen since I've been in
the Corps are disgusting!  Men forced to rat on each other, Live
ruined. It's not what the Corps is supposed to be about.  Every other
developed country in the world allows Gays to serve in the military, but
not he good old US of A! No! I get to put my life on the line for this
country and then I'm treated like a 3rd class citizen! I can't marry you
legally. Fuck! I can't legally make love to you in most states! I just
don't need the bullshit in my life anymore." I told him.

"It really hurts you, doesn't it?" he said quietly.

"Yeah, I guess it does. I loved being a Marine. I loved serving my
country. But it's becomes more and more obvious to me that my country
doesn't want my service - or me, for that matter." I said, my voice
breaking as tears began to well up in my eyes.

"If statistics are correct, there are more than 48 million Gay people in
this country. You were serving them even if they didn't know it. You can
walk away with your held high and nothing to be ashamed of. Me, I think
you're a real hero. I couldn't be prouder of you if I tried." Randy said,
kissing me gently.

"Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me." I said quietly.

"It better! I've never told anybody in my life that they were my hero
before!" he grinned.

"I just hope I can live up to that!" I said ruefully.

"You already have, lover. You already have."

We finally got dressed and went out to lunch together. I could hardly eat
anything though because I was so nervous about this meeting with
Janet. Randy insisted on driving me there and waiting for me. I didn't want
him to go through all of that trouble but he insisted and I finally
admitted that I really did want him there. If things went badly, I knew I
was going to need him when I came out.

We drove over to Janet's apartment right at 2 p.m. I walked up the stairs
and knocked at her door. She opened the door and we stood there for a
second just looking at each other. She'd aged some, but not badly. She
didn't seem angry, but she didn't seem especially glad to see me either.

"Well, punctual as always. The Corps still shows in you." she said, by way
of greeting.

"Well, not for much longer. I'm getting out soon." I said.

"Well, come on in. Would you like some coffee." she asked.

"No, I just had lunch. I'm fine." I said.

"Well, lets go on in the living room then. We can talk there." she said,
leading the way.

I waited for her to sit down on the couch and then I took a seat across
from her in a chair.

"I want you to know, I'm seeing you only because Troy asked me to." she
said.

"And I want you to know that I appreciate that. I won't take up too much of
your time. I really just wanted to have the chance to apologize to you for
all the things I did to you. There's no excuse for the way I acted. I
haven't had a drink in 5 years now, but that doesn't change what happened
between us." I said.

"Why didn't you ever tell me the truth?" she asked, point blank.

"Because I was afraid that you'd leave and take Troy with you." I said. "I
just couldn't take that chance."

"Why didn't you tell me you were Gay when we first met?" she asked.

"Because I could hardly admit it to myself! And I was too scared of anybody
finding out. You know what would have happened to me if the Corps ever
found out that I was Gay." I replied.

"You could have told me. I wouldn't have told anyone." she said.

"And just meeting you, how was I supposed to know that?" I asked her.

"There was plenty of time later." she responded.

"Yes, and by that time, I really liked you. I didn't want to lose your
friendship. I was so lonely and miserable. You were the only person who
seemed to care about me at all." I said.

"But you let me think that you loved me! How could you do that?!" she said,
hurt showing in her voice for the first time.

"Because, to some extent, I did! I did love you. You gave me the greatest
gift I'd ever had in my life - my son. You cared about me. You loved
me. I'm not a rock or a monster, no matter what you think now. I just
couldn't be what you wanted me to be. Look, Janet, this is all my
fault. I'm admitting that! I should have told you. I should never have led
you on. I certainly should never have slept with you that night." I said.

"It was the booze and the drugs that night, wasn't it? You didn't really
want me, did you?" she said.

I could hear the bitterness in her voice.

"That's not completely true. I did get aroused by you that night. Yes, the
booze and drugs helped, but I would never have been able to perform if I
was completely turned off to you." I told her.

"And all the other times?" she asked.

"I really don't think we should go there. I'm just going to end up hurting
you more if we do." I said.

"How could you possibly hurt me anymore than you already have?!" she
practically screamed.

I just sat there. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that the only way I'd
ever been able to have sex with her was to imagine I was fucking Matt. That
wouldn't do her any good at all.

"Janet, I don't want to take the chance. I've done enough damage to you. I
really don't want to do anymore." I said.

She didn't say anything for a long time. Finally she spoke.

"Troy told me some of what you told him about what happened on that mission
and how Matt died. Whether you believe this or not, I really loved him. He
was a wonderful guy. I guess I can easily see how you would fall in love
with him. I want you to know that I am sorry about what happened to him. I
know it must have all but killed you to watch him be murdered that way."
she said.

As she spoke, tears began to well up in my eyes and then to fall down my
cheeks. At first, I didn't trust my voice to speak and then I finally did.

"I have no way to describe to you the hell I went through. And continued to
go through for a very long time. Part of that hell is what I did to you and
Troy. I couldn't stop myself. I was coming apart completely and I couldn't
stop myself! I never meant to hurt anybody and ended up hurting
everybody. It had even been my stupid idea for Matt and I to join the Recon
unit so that we could stay together and not be separated the way we had
been before! I'm ultimately responsible for getting him killed. I know you
hate me but, trust me, you have no idea how much I hate myself for all that
happened." I said.

"I don't hate you, Eric. I wish I could! But I can't. I've loved you for
too long for that to change now. I'd always hoped that one day you would
come to your senses, get some help for your problems and come back to me. I
guess two out of three isn't bad." she said, and for the first time, there
was a slight smile on her face.

"I'm sorry, Janet. I really do wish I could have been the type of man you
thought I was. But I'm not. I'm sorry you waited all this time not knowing
that. But it's not too late. You're still young. I know that there's some
guy out there who is deserving of the kind of love you always gave me and
who will be able to return it they way you need him to. Please, forget
about me. You don't ever have to see me again. I'll even stay in
California, if you want me to so that there's no chance of us ever seeing
each other again." I offered.

"It's not that easy, Eric. I'd still think about you. Wonder how you
were. I can't turn love on and off like a faucet. God help me, I still care
about you! And, believe it or not, I want you to be happy, too." she said,
tears falling from her eyes for the first time.

"Janet" I said, not knowing what to do at that point. "I still care about
you. I always considered you my friend. I know I haven't been much of one
to you, but I do still care."

I got up and moved over to the couch and sat down next to her. She looked
up at me and I didn't know what else to do but to reach out my arms. I
didn't know if she'd accept any closeness from me but she threw herself
into my arms and we sat there, together, holding on to each other and both
of us crying.

We didn't say a word for a long time. We just sat there and I held her in
my arms. There was nothing the least bit sexual in it for either one of
us. We were just two friends, holding onto each other, trying to heal the
pain that we had each been through. Finally, I leaned down and kissed her
gently on the forehead.

"Janet, I promise you, if I were straight, I never would have let you go."
I said.

"Thank you." she smiled. "And I'm sorry that things turned out this way. I
really do hope that we can be friends."

"I would like that more than anything in the world. And I know that someone
else, who loves us both very much, would love that, too." I told her.

We broke apart and she smiled at me.

"Sure you wouldn't like some coffee? I could sure use some." she laughed as
she got up to head into the kitchen.

"Sure, I'd love some. It's about all I drink these days." I said, following
her into the kitchen.

"How is it going with you." she asked. "Are you happy?"

"I am now. I have both you and Troy back in my life and I've found someone
that I want to spend my life with." I said, unsure how she would take this.

She stopped for a moment and then turned. She smiled at me.

"I truly am glad for you! I know it must have been hard for you to find
someone to love as much as you loved Matt." she said.

"That's just it, I didn't look for someone. It all happened by accident! I
had never even touched another man after I got sober." I said.

"You?! You went without sex for what - 5 years!?" she exclaimed. "I can
hardly believe that!"

"Believe it. After the mess I'd made of my life, I didn't want anyone else
involved in it! And I thought I could never love someone again after Matt."

"So where did you meet this guy? Is he another Marine?" she asked.

"No. He's not a Marine. He's a doctor. And you know him." I said.

"Oh, Eric, it's been so long. I don't know anyone out in California
anymore." she said.

"We didn't meet in California, Janet. I met him when I arrived here." I
said quietly.

She stopped and looked at me oddly.

"Randy?" she asked tentatively.

"Yes. Randy." I said.

"Oh, my God! Eric! That's wonderful!!!" she exclaimed and threw her arms
around me.

"Well, that was not a reaction I wasn't expecting!" I said as she hugged
me.

She pulled back and looked at me.

"Eric Meadows! Remember? I'm your friend. I care about you. And I love
Randy! I cried so for him when his lover died! I was so proud of Troy and
Mike the way they took him in and took care of him! And now you two have
found each other! Rather ironically romantic, I would say - after you both
had the men you loved killed the way they were. So when did this happen?"
she asked.

"Almost the moment we met. It just hit us both like a bolt of
lightening. Neither one of us expected it." I said.

"And I'll bet Mike and Troy are thrilled." she smiled.

"Yeah, they are. Hell, Fr. Rob's already offered to marry us!" I laughed.

"Oh, I want to have the two of you over soon!" she said.

"How about right now?" I asked.

"Right now?" she looked quizzically at me.

"He's waiting down in the car downstairs." I said.

"No! He isn't! Why is he down there?" she asked.

"Well...I didn't know how this was going to go...and..." I stuttered.

"And you wanted him there if it went badly. I understand. Go down right now
and get him!" she said.

"Are you sure you're ok with this?" I asked, still unsure about this idea.

"Yes, Eric, I'm sure. Now go on. Bring him up here." she said.

I didn't question further. I went downstairs and when Randy saw me, he
started the engine. I leaned my head in the window, however, rather than
open the door and he looked at me quizzically.

"Shut it off. Janet wants you to come upstairs with me." I said.

"She what?!" he exclaimed.

"Janet wants you to come upstairs with me." I said more slowly.

"You've got to be kidding me! Why?!" he asked.

"Because she wants to meet my new lover." I said.

"Fuck! You told her about us?!" he exclaimed again.

"Yes, I did. And she's fine with it. Everything is ok between us. We've
decided to go back to what we should have been all along - friends. Ok?" I
asked him.

"Jesus! I not even fucking believing this! Marine, you have the damnedest
life I've ever heard about!" he laughed, turning off the engine and getting
out of the car.

We walked back upstairs to Janet's apartment. She was waiting at the door
and threw her arms around Randy and gave him a hug.

"I am so happy for you!" she said to him. "If I have to lose Eric to
someone, I would have chosen you - if Eric hadn't already!"

"Thanks, Janet. I have to admit, this big Marine did kind of sweep me off
my feet!" Randy said.

"Yes, he does have a way about him, doesn't he!" she laughed. "Come on in
the kitchen, both of you. I've got coffee ready."

We followed her into the kitchen and all sat down at the table. Randy and I
sat there just looking at each other and then at Janet.

"Oh, now don't be embarrassed, you two. I can see the way you look at each
other that you're both very much in love with each other. I promise I will
not play the jealous ex-wife." she laughed. "Actually, you don't know how
much good this does me, seeing you two together. Now that I know you're
well taken care of, Eric, I can go on with my own life and not have to
wonder or worry about you."

"Janet, I don't know what to say." Randy started.

"You don't have to say anything, Randy. We don't choose who we fall in love
with - or even when we're going to fall in love. Sitting here looking at
the two of you is bringing back some actually quite wonderful memories. Now
that I understand things better, I realize that Eric looks at you just the
way he used to look at Matt. Trust me, he truly does love you." Janet said
to Randy.

"I never doubted that for a moment." Randy said to Janet and then smiled at
me blushing the whole time.

"He's really cute when he blushes, isn't he?" Janet asked me, laughing.

"I couldn't have put it better myself." I told her, smiling at Randy the
whole time.

"So Fr. Robb offered to perform a wedding for you two? Are you going to do
it?" she asked.

"We'd both like to. But we have to go to California first. I want Eric to
see the cabin and I have to arrange for Terminal Leave. We still haven't
decided where we're going to live yet." I told her.

"Eric, I don't think you have any choice in the matter. You have to live
here. Troy has missed you so much. It would hurt him so badly to have you
clear across the country now that he's found you again." Janet said.

"That's what Mike seems to think as well." I said. "They've even offered to
turn Troy's studio into a house for us."

"I think you should take them up on the offer. The four of you have such
strong connections to each other." she said.

"Yes. And I really like Mike. Troy certainly found a wonderful man to fall
in love with." I said.

"I think I know who he used as a measure for that." Janet said, putting her
hand on my arm.

"I only wish that were true. I hope Mike never hurts him the way I did." I
said, hanging my head.

"I don't think that would ever happen." Randy said. "I've known Mike since
we were in the 3rd grade. It's not in him to hurt Troy in any way. I
guarantee that he would kill himself rather than hurt Troy."

"I believe that." I said. "But, then again, twelve years ago, I would have
said the same thing about myself."

"Eric, in many ways you did die. When Matt was killed, it was a different
person they shipped home than the one that Troy and I both loved." Janet
said. "Even today, you're not the same man you once were. You're not the
'cock-sure' Marine anymore. You've matured and really become a man. But a
very different man than I would have expected. The Eric Meadows I knew
would never have been able to say some of the things you said to me. The
old Eric Meadows would never have had the courage to openly declare his
love for another man. Even though it means we'll never be together again, I
have to tell you - I like this Eric Meadows a lot better."

"Thank you, Janet." I said, and looked at her with real love in my eyes for
maybe the first time in our lives.

"Here! Here! Let's drink a toast to new beginnings and new friendships!"
Randy said, raising his coffee cup.

We all clinked our coffee cups together, smiling at each other.

The End of Part 30 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - ERIC'S STORY 12

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