Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2002 05:58:30 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 4

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

This story is dedicated to several people:

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

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

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

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

MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND
Part 4

By RimPig (c) 2002

Troy and I pulled on some gym shorts and I took him back down to the
basement. I showed him my bath suite down there and he was very impressed -
especially with the Jacuzzi.

"Can we try that out sometime?" he asked.

"Anytime you want." I told him and he grinned at me just like a little kid
at Christmas.

That's was to become one of the most endearing qualities of life with
Troy. His ability to be all man one minute and a little kid the next. It
was disconcerting at times but never boring. We got into the shower and he
was fascinated with all the jets of water. The shower became a very long
one as we each took pleasure in exploring each other's body while
supposedly washing each other. Being 17, and even though he already gotten
off twice that morning, Troy soon had an erection. As if in answer to it,
my cock got hard as well! This boy was really doing something to my libido!
We took soap and gently and slowly worked each other's cocks while we
kissed under the spray of the shower. Luckily, I had installed a huge hot
water tank so there was no danger of us running out.

The shower was so big that I had installed a white marble bench in it so
that I could just sit and enjoy the spray of the water at times. I finally
laid Troy down on it lengthwise and. bending over him, proceeded to suck
his beautiful cock while he sucked mine. As I felt him getting more
excited, I reached between his legs and slowly inserted one of my fingers
up his pliant ass. He did the same to me and we both ended up blowing huge
loads in each other's mouths while our fingers massaged our prostates. It
was by far the best shower I had ever taken in my life! And I think Troy
would probably say the same.

We did finally get clean and, wrapped in towels, headed upstairs. In the
kitchen was a note from Melissa telling me that she and two of her
girlfriends had gone to the mall and would be back later. I set about
fixing breakfast for Troy and I. We were both hungry enough to eat a bear
so I cooked us six eggs a piece, an entire pound of bacon, a dozen sausage
links, and toasted half a loaf of bread. Add to this a half a gallon of
orange juice and a pot of coffee. When we were done, there was nothing
left! I was going to have to remember to start buying a lot more food if I
was going to be feeding this boy!

When we were done, we did the dishes together and I asked Troy what he
wanted to do. He gave me an evil grin.

"Other than that! I think we need to give our cock's a little rest, huh? I
mean twice last night and three times this morning is way over my limit!" I
laughed.

"Ok. I'm sorry." he looked crestfallen and embarrassed.

I quickly took him into my arms and kissed him.

"No, Troy! I'm sorry! Troy, I love you. If that's what you really want, I'm
more than willing.  You're young and I know your sex drive is a lot higher
than mine. I can't keep up with you orgasm for orgasm! I'll keel over dead
if I tried! But I can get great pleasure from giving you pleasure. I don't
want you to ever feel that you can't come to me for sex. If you're horny,
I'll be more than happy to get you off. Ok?" I asked.

"Yeah. Ok. It's just that I'm gonna have to go home sometime. I won't be
close to you. And I love feeling close to you. But every time I am, I get a
hardon!" he said.

"That is a very nice compliment. Probably the best one I've ever had in my
whole life. To think that I can do that to you means a lot to me,
Troy. But, there are other ways to be close without having sex, you know."
I said.

"Yeah, you're right. It's just that this is all so new to me." he said.

"Yes and you're still kind of feeling your way through it, huh?"

"Yeah, that's it!" Troy said.

"Well, this is all kind of new to me, too. So we'll feel our way through it
together. Ok?" I said, pulling him close and kissing him.

He relaxed in my arms and sighed into my mouth while I kissed him. Maybe he
was right. Maybe this was the best way for us to be close right now. It was
new for both of us and while there would be time for sex later, there would
be time for other things later as well. But there was something too
important to put off until later.

"Troy, there is something that we really need to talk about." I said,
pulling my mouth away from his.

"I know. About my mom." he said, dejectedly.

"Yes. About your mom. Troy, I can't explain how important this is. Until
you're 18, you mom has complete utter and total responsibility for your
life. Just as I do for Melissa. If she found out about what we've been
doing for the last 12 hours, she could have my ass hauled off to jail for a
very long time. Can you understand that?" I asked.

"Yes! I understand!" he all but shouted. Then he got very quiet and teary
eyed. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I'm just get so
scared when you start talking about things like that. I don't want you to
go to jail! But I'm also afraid you'll use that as an excuse never to see
me again." he said, hanging his head.

Oh, fuck! So that's what's really bothering him! This has to be cleared up
right now!

"Why in God's name would I ever even want an excuse not to see you again?"
I asked him.

"Because I'm just a kid! Other than sex, what the fuck can I offer you? You
don't need me. I'm the one who needs you." he said and the tears fell from
his eyes.

"There is not a word of truth in anything you've just said." I said
quietly, taking him in my arms.

I let him cry for a while and then I took my arms away and got up and
walked into the kitchen. I got a beer and came back, only this time, I sat
across from him in the chair while he remained on the couch. He looked up
at me and, for the first time, I saw fear in his eyes. It cut through me
like a knife.

"I want to take this point by point, Troy." I started, my voice low and
under control.

He just looked at me.

"First of all, you are not a 'boy', though I may call you that, lovingly. A
boy could not do what you did to me in bed today. First of all, I wouldn't
allow it. Second of all, I would never have gotten off the way I did if you
were not a man. So that's the first untruth." I told him.

He just continued to look at me.

"Second, as far as what you can offer me - you have something absolutely
priceless." I said.

"What?" he finally responded.

"Troy, did you mean it when you said that you loved me? Did you really mean
it?" I asked.

"Fuck, yes! I did!" he stated, somewhat belligerently.

"How much money could someone pay you to love them? How much would it take?
A million?  10 million?" I asked.

"There's no amount of money in the world!!!" he shouted. "I would NEVER
love somebody for money!!!"

"Then we can safely say that your love has no price to it. It is
priceless. You have offered me the priceless gift of your love, so you do
indeed have something to offer. Something I could get no other way than by
you freely giving it to me." I said, still keeping my voice low.

He looked at me oddly for a minute, thinking that one over. Finally he
nodded his assent to my statement.

"Now to the part about me not needing you. Troy, I've been alone for a very
long time. I have had no one in my life offer me the type of love and
relationship that you've offered me. Even the man I thought I had loved
most in the world didn't have the courage to tell me that he loved me.  You
did. Do you think I don't need love? Do you think that being alone is how I
choose to be? I was alone because I was so convinced that there was no one
who would love me the way you've offered to love me. Need you? You have no
fucking idea how much I need you!" finally letting some of my emotions show
in my voice.

He blanched at this. Good! He needed to know that he could hurt people too!
That he wasn't always the one who got hurt.

"And last - you need me. That is something that you have to decide for
yourself. But I will tell you, the fact that you need me gives my life a
meaning and a purpose it didn't have yesterday. I know Melissa needs
me. But I know that won't be forever. She's rapidly growing up and soon she
will find her own way in the world and she will more than likely find a man
that she loves and wants and needs more than me. That's the way it should
be. But what I want from you is vastly different. I want us to love each
other and need each other for the rest of our lives. Now, if you can't
handle that, I'll understand. You can walk away now, no hard feelings. We
had a great time together and that's it. But if you decide that is what you
want too, then I don't EVER want to hear you say again that you have
nothing to offer or that I don't need you. Is that clear?" I said and just
looked at him.

He didn't say anything for the longest time. I don't think that anyone had
ever confronted him like this. I began to become afraid that I had been to
harsh, but I realized that if he was going to be the man I wanted to spend
my life with, he was going to have to learn some hard lessons in the
process. I sat there, not saying anything, waiting to see what he would
do. He sat there with his head down, not looking at me.

"I'm sorry." he finally said, his voice so low I could hardly hear him.

When he looked up, tears were streaming down his face. I stood up and
walked over to where he was sitting. He reached out and wrapped his arms
around my waist and buried his face in my gut.  I put my hand down and
gently stroked his hair.

"Troy, I'm not your Dad. You can call me that, but I'm not him. I'm not
going to turn mean. I'm not going to start drinking and beat you. I won't
ever lay a hand on you in anger. I love you, but not like a father loves a
son. This is different. I love the man that I see you can become. And yes,
in some ways I love the boy you are because you bring out the boy that I
was in me. I'm not going to send you away. I don't want or need an excuse
to get rid of you. You are worth more to me than almost anything." I said
this quietly, continuing to stroke his hair as he continued to clutch me
around the waist.

Finally, I pulled his arms from around me and pulled him up to his
feet. His eyes finally met mine.  I saw such pain in those eyes, but I
still saw love, too. I leaned over and gently kissed his lips and then
pulled back. Just like I'd done the very first time. Letting go a sob, he
wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled my face to his. His mouth
pressed hard against mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I gladly gave
in. We kissed for a very long time. When we finally pulled back, his eyes
were clear and full of love again.

"I really am sorry. I realize what I said hurt you. I never, ever meant to
hurt you! You have to believe that!" he begged.

"I do believe it. But sometimes people hurt other people without meaning
to. It doesn't change the hurt. Maybe the fact that you didn't mean to do
it makes it a little easier to forgive, but it doesn't change the fact that
it hurt." I told him.

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" he asked.

"You've already done it. But you still have to make the decision about what
you want. I've already tried to explain to you what I want. I won't have a
'fling' with you. I can't. I love you too much. I guess what I'm saying is,
it's all or nothing. Maybe I'm not being fair. Maybe you're too young to be
faced with a decision like this. But there it is. Take it or leave it. I'm
just enough of a romantic - or a fool - to think that there is a chance we
can find a happy life together. But I can't get there on my own. You have
to be totally committed to this or it will never work. We have enough
obstacles against us. We can only overcome them together."

He stood there, his arm around me for a while, not saying anything. I knew
he was thinking this thing through and I was proud of him. This was a
decision he was going to have to make himself and one that couldn't just be
based on passion or desire. I let go of him and he walked away from me
towards the kitchen. He stood there with his back towards me and my heart
dropped into the pit of my stomach. I was so afraid that he just couldn't
handle this. I began to think that maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was pushing
him too hard. He was only 17. But somewhere inside me I knew that he had
the strength to make this decision and so I just stood there waiting and
finally, he turned around.

"For the first time in my life, you have allowed me to make a decision
about my life on my own.  That tells me certain things. You do have faith
and trust in me. You see me as something better than I, most of the time,
see myself. And, more than anything, it tells me that you really do love
me. How in the fuck could I walk away from that? Someday, I may finally
understand exactly why you love me and need me. But to find that out, I
have to be here. I love you and I want you. I want everything you're
offering me. No matter what, I won't ever leave you." he said quietly.

I didn't say a word, I just slowly walked over to him and took him in my
arms. He hugged me fiercely and put his head on my shoulder. I reached up
and stroked his hair.

"I am so fucking proud of you!" I said quietly. "There is no doubt in my
mind that you are the man I love."

And for the first time, tears fell from my eyes as I put my face to his
shoulder. He turned and looked at me and then reached out and licked the
tears from my face.

"Is this one of those times that you need to feel safe in my arms?" he
asked.

I tried to smile and nodded.

He pushed my head back down on his shoulder and gently stroked my hair,
just as I had done to him. We stood there for a while and finally I got
myself back together. We finally pulled apart and it was awkward for a few
moments. But Troy found a way to break the tension.

"The way I see it," he said. "We can either fuck, eat or talk. What do you
want?"

And then he gave me that 'killer smile' and we both broke up laughing.

"We've already fucked, we've already eaten, and we still need to talk about
your mom. Think you can do that without getting upset this time?" I asked
with a grin on my face.

"Yes, I think I've filled my quota for being an asshole today already!" he
grinned.

"You mean I have to put up with that every day!" I exclaimed.

"No, I'm usually only this big an asshole about once a year." he said
sheepishly.

"Well, I guess I can take it once a year. But it's really rough on my
heart, kiddo." I said.

"I'm really sorry about that. But I promise, I'll never doubt the fact that
you love me again. Ok?"  he asked.

"Ok. That's all I wanted to hear. Thank you." I said and made a bow to him.

He laughed and curtsied. I broke out laughing at this huge, muscular kid
trying to execute a dainty move like that! I walked into the kitchen and
got two beers this time.

"Here, I think we both need one after that." I said, handing him one.

He smiled at me.

"This will be my first one." he said, quietly.

"Well, this has been a real day for firsts, hasn't it! Don't drink it too
fast, you'll probably fall on your ass!" I laughed.

"I thought I'd already done that!" he said, ruefully.

"No, I mean literally this time."

We clinked bottles and each drank. We walked back into the living room and
sat down on the couch. I put my arm around his shoulder and he leaned his
head on my chest and slid his hand and arm down the inside of my thigh. I
heard a deep sigh come out of him.

"This is the way it should be." he said.

"I couldn't agree more." I said and kissed the top of his head.

"I do have an idea." he said.

"Does this idea have anything to do with your hand on my thigh?" I grinned.

"No, I mean about my mom!" he grinned at me.

"Ok, let's hear it." I said kissing his cheek.

"You keep that up and I will come up with another idea." he smiled.

"Ok, I'll leave you alone." I said. "I can't help it."

"Really?!" Troy grinned at me.

"Yes. Really. I find I have a great deal of difficulty keeping my hands off
your beautiful body.  Ok?' I laughed.

"I thought I was the only one with that problem!" he said.

"You mean you can't keep your hands off your beautiful body?" I grinned.

"No! I can't keep my hands off yours!" he smiled and gripped my thigh with
his hand.

"Ok, this isn't getting us closer to a solution about your mom, you know."
I said, gently stroking his cheek.

"But it's a lot more fun!" he said, moving his hand up and running his hand
over my crotch.

I quickly took his hand, lifted it off my crotch and put it back on my
thigh.

"After we deal with this problem!" I growled while grinning at him.

"Ok, here's the deal. You've got that weight room downstairs, right?"

"Yeah. What about it?" I asked.

"Well...Mom knows how much I like to work out. And she doesn't know who I'm
dating. I figured I could tell her that Melissa and I have started dating
again and that I'm also spending time with you because you invited me to
work out with you. What do you think?" he asked.

"Well...it does give you an excuse to be here. But I don't like involving
Melissa in this." I said.

"Involved in what?" Melissa's voice came from behind us.

I turned and my daughter was standing there. I freaked for a second because
he I sat with my arm around Troy - forgetting for just a second that she
and I had already had that discussion and she was in favor of our
relationship.

"Hi, Darling. How are you? I didn't hear you come in." I said.

She walked around the couch and sat down in the chair across from us.

"Hi, Melissa" Troy said, quickly removing his hand from my thigh. I reached
over and took his arm and put it back where it was, patting it to tell him
it was ok to leave it there.

"So what is it you don't want me involved in?" she asked, smiling at us.

"Well, darling, Troy came up with an idea of how to spend time here without
his mother discovering exactly why. He figures if he tells her that he's
working out with me and dating you again, it will make things easier." I
told her.

"So why not? After all, I wouldn't actually be dating Troy. His mother
would never know that I'm still going out with Brian. So what's the harm?"
she asked.

"I don't know." I told her. "I just don't like lying like this."

"Well, the part about him working out with you would be true." she said.

"Yeah!" Troy agreed. "You don't mind about the other, do you?" Troy asked,
looking at Melissa.

"No, Troy, I don't mind. Listen, let's clear up something. I'm really happy
that you and Dad have found each other. I will admit that you did give me
some tough days, wondering why I couldn't get you interested me. But now I
realize why you couldn't tell me the truth. I do really understand. I'm
sorry that you have to hide everything. I can't imagine being in love and
not wanting to tell the world!" she laughed.

"Who says I don't want to?" he grinned at her. " I just know I can't."

"Dad, I really do want to help both of you - anyway I can. Please, let me
do this for you both. I don't mind. Really!" Melissa said.

"I don't know...I just feel uncomfortable with all the lies." I said.

"Dad, I think you better get used to it. I know what Troy would go through
if it ever came out that he was gay. And how about you? Could you afford to
have that happen? What do you think would happen - especially if your
relationship with Troy got out? People can't even understand guys having a
relationship at all, much less where there is a great difference in
age. You know what people will think. You know what people will say. I
don't want to see the two of you hurt! I feel bad because I know that when
I eventually fall in love, everybody will be able to know. I'll be able to
go anywhere with my hand in his. You'll probably never be able to do
that. And it's not fair." Melissa said.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you? I can't even begin to tell you
how grateful I am to you for helping us get through this." I said.

"Yeah, you've been great! I never expected you to even talk to me again!"
Troy said.

"Troy, you're a great guy. That's why I wanted to date you to begin with. I
have to admit that I felt bad about dumping you that way. Not that I didn't
want to date Brian, but I felt really bad that we didn't remain
friends. That was my fault. Not yours." Melissa said.

"No, I was so sorry that I used you. I didn't know how else to get to know
your Dad. You didn't deserve that and I felt like a dog doing that to
you. I didn't deserve to be your friend. I didn't really treat you like
one." Troy said, hanging his head.

"Troy, please, it's ok. I told you. I understand. You couldn't help
yourself. You never treated me badly. So, let's start over - as friends
this time. Since I figure I' m going to be seeing you around here a lot, I
want us both to be comfortable about it." she said and smiled at Troy.

"I'd like that - a lot." Troy said, smiling at her.

"Ok, so we tell your mom that you're working out with me and dating
Melissa. That gets you spending time here, but I think it could cause
problems with something else that you want." I told Troy.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You do want to spend the night here, right?" I asked.

"Yes! More than anything!" he said.

"Well, how comfortable do you think your mom is going to be with that if
you tell her that you're dating Melissa?" I asked.

"Oh. I never thought of it that way. I guess that wouldn't look too good to
her." he said.

"Look, I think the workout thing is good. Maybe we ought to just leave it
there for the time being. Other things can grow from it in time. Maybe I
can end up meeting your mom and then she'll feel comfortable about you
spending more time - especially nights - here. I know this is hard for you,
but we'll just have to take it slow. Ok?" I said.

"Yeah. Ok." Troy answered, but he sure didn't sound happy about it.

"Hey! This isn't going to be any easier on me, you know!" I said, ruffling
his hair.

He gave me a smile. Not a 'killer' one, but one that showed he at least
believed that it was not that easy for me either.

"Now, don't you think it's about time you called your mom and let her know
where you are?" I asked.

"Yeah. I guess it is. Uhh...how long can I stay?" he asked.

"You know the answer to that. As long as you want to." I said.

Then I got the 'killer' smile.

"Why don't you use the phone in the bedroom." I suggested.

He went off to make the call. I watched him as he went. From the front or
back, I just couldn't get enough of looking at him. What I didn't realize
was that Melissa was watching me do it.

"You really love him, don't you." came Melissa's voice, more a statement
than a question.

"Yes, darling. I really do." I said and I think I blushed. I hadn't done
that in years!

"Yeah. I can tell. And he really does love you." she said.

"I know it. That's the most amazing thing to me." I answered.

"Why is that amazing? You are very handsome and loveable you know." she
smiled.

"Thank you. But I really don't think of myself in those terms." I laughed.

"Maybe you should start." she suggested.

"Ok, I'll think about it. By the way, are you really not bothered by this?
I mean, you know that we're...ahh..." I floundered.

"Having sex? Yes, I know. That doesn't bother me. You're guys. Sex is
different for you." she said.

"Honey, sex is sex. It's not different because we're guys." I said.

"Oh? Which one of you is on 'the pill'?" she asked, a gleam in her eye.

That stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Ok, maybe it is different. At least in some ways." I said.

"In lots of ways, Daddy. First of all, a girl can't just have sex without
thinking about getting pregnant. Then she has to think of her
reputation. Guys get a good reputation by having sex with a lot of
girls. Girls get a bad reputation for having sex with a lot of boys. Not
exactly fair, is it?"  she asked.

"No, I guess it isn't. It this your round-about way of telling me that
you're not having sex with Brian?" I asked.

"Not yet, I'm not. But it's going to happen eventually. If not with Brian
then with somebody. But I won't do it until I fall in love with the guy and
until I know him for a good while and think that the relationship could
last." she said.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Brian isn't putting any pressure on you, is
he?" I figured it was a father's prerogative to know if it was time to
castrate the daughter's boyfriend or not!

"No, Daddy. No more than I put on myself. I know it's hard for you to think
of me as a woman, but I am. And I have needs, too. It's not an easy time
being 16." she sighed.

"Well, if it's any consolation, it isn't any easier being 33 and watching
you go through it.  Especially since I don't really have any idea what
you're going through." I explained.

"I know, Daddy. I really have only one concern in all of this. I didn't
want to bring it up in front of Troy." she said.

"What's that, honey?" I started to get worried.

"Brian. I don't know if he's the jealous type or not. Having my
ex-boyfriend hanging around all the time could be a bit awkward for him. I
have to ask you - how do you want me to handle it, if it comes up? Do I
tell him the truth? Do we dare risk that?" she asked.

"Why don't we just treat Brian the same way as Troy's mom. Tell him that
Troy is my friend, that we work out together. That should be ok." I said.

"Yeah, and I could tell him that Troy and I are friends - just
friends. That could work." she said.

"I don't think that under any circumstances you should tell him the whole
truth. After all, what would happen if you two had a fight and broke up -
not outside the realm of possibility! Would he use the information to get
back at you and end up hurting Troy?" I asked her.

"Good point! I don't really have an answer for that! So, I guess that this
means that for now, I don't tell Brian the whole truth. I can live with
that!" she said.

"Good. Anything else?" I asked.

"No, I think I'm going to go up to my room and take a nap. Christie and
Tiffany about walked my legs off today!" she laughed.

I got up as she did and took her in my arms for a hug.

"I still love you, Melissa. Don't you ever forget that!" I said.

"I won't. I love you, too, Daddy." and then she kissed me on the cheek and
went off upstairs.

I laid down on the couch to wait for Troy to get off the phone with his
mother. My head was spinning. So much had happened in less than 24 hours!
Here I was in love, but with a boy/man of 17 waiting to see if his mom
would let him stay for dinner! It would have been laughable except for the
fact that it was true. How this was all going to work out, I didn't have a
clue. And I think that's what bothered me the most. Not having a clue.

I guess I was tired from all the physical exertion because I fell asleep on
the couch. Before I knew it, I could feel a hand gently stroking my hair. I
slowly opened my eyes to the incredibly beautiful sight of Troy, kneeling
beside the couch. It was his hand that I felt stroking me.

"Hey, there, sleepy-head." he said and leaned down to kiss me gently on the
cheek.

I reached out and pulled his face towards mine and kissed him on the lips,
letting my tongue trace around his mouth. He moaned and I felt his hand
move from my head to my chest where his fingers softly stroked the hair
there.

"Come here." I said softly, pulling back from his mouth.

He got up from his knees and I moved over on the couch making room for
him. He lay down in my arms and we cuddled there on the couch. The couch
was barely big enough for both of us so we had our bodies wrapped around
each other. No sooner than he had made himself comfortable in my arms then
we were back to hungrily kissing each other. I could feel his hard cock
pressing against mine. It just seemed like he was always hard and I
couldn't help having a similar reaction the moment I got near him!

"So what did your Mom say." I asked.

"She says she wants me to live with you." he said calmly.

"She WHAT?!?!" I screamed and stared down at Troy.

"She says she wants me to live with you." he grinned up at me.

"Ok, you'd better explain this one! Did you tell her about us?!" I asked. I
had visions of his mother calling the police and being led off in
handcuffs.

"I told her only what we agreed on. But she wants me to live with you - for
about three weeks."  he laughed.

"Ok, what's going on here?" I was being 'had' and I knew it.

"My mom's sister just had a baby and she wants to go stay with her for
about three weeks. She was going to have to drag me along but I told her
about you and told her that I could ask if I could stay with you while
she's gone. I didn't figure you'd mind!" he giggled at this. "You have to
call her and tell her it's ok." Now he really started laughing.

And I laughed right along with him. What a fucking break! I couldn't
believe it. It was like the gods were smiling down on us!

"So when does she leave?" I asked.

"Tonight! Her bus leaves at 9, so you've got to call her soon." he said.

"I'll go right in and do it now." I told him.

He held me down on the couch before I could get up.

"When you're done...ahh...umm...can we...ahh...celebrate?" he asked and I
could swear he was blushing.

"We can celebrate any way you want!" I grinned, leaning down and giving him
a quick kiss. "Now let me up. The faster I make this call, the faster you
get to 'celebrate'!"

Troy let me up off the couch and I started toward the bedroom before
something dawned on me. I had sucked this kid's cock, I'd fucked him and
let him fuck me, but I didn't know his phone number or his last name!

"Troy, what's the number and what's your last name?" I asked.

"555-2671. Meadows. Maybe you'd better memorize those?" he asked grinning.

"Oh, don't worry, I will." I grinned at him as I walked into the bedroom.

Dialing the phone, I noticed that my hands were sweating. 'Just like asking
a girl out on my first date!' I thought. Troy's mother answered on the
second ring.

"Mrs. Meadows? My name is Mike Collins. I know your son Troy." I said,
thinking just 'how' I knew her son!

"Oh, yes! Mr. Collins! You're Melissa's father, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes I am. Troy told me about your sister's situation and asked if it would
be ok to spend some time here. I told him that as long as it was ok with
you, he was certainly welcome. He is a wonderful boy." And God! She had no
idea how wonderful!

"Are you sure it wouldn't be an imposition, Mr. Collins?" she asked.

"Please, call me Mike. And, no! It's no imposition at all. I guess Troy
told you about us working out together. He's over here a lot anyway. It
won't matter that he's staying here." Like hell it won't! It will matter
incredibly!

"Oh Mike, that is so sweet of you! Please, call me Janet. If your sure it's
no imposition then I'm ever so grateful to you." she gushed.

"Believe me Janet, I love having Troy around!" That, at least, was a
completely truthful statement.

"Well if your sure?" she asked.

"I'm very sure! Believe me! Now, Troy tells me your bus leaves at 9. Do you
have a ride to the bus terminal?" I asked.

"No, I just thought I'd call a cab." she answered.

"Well, since we need to come over and get some of Troy's things, why don't
he and I come over about 8 and I can drive you to the bus station." I said.

"Oh, Mike, that would be so nice of you! You're sure it's not any trouble?"
she asked.

"No trouble at all! So we'll see you about 8 then." I said.

"Yes, at 8. And Mike, thank you so much! Troy is certainly lucky to have a
man like you in his life!" she said.

'Lady, you don't know the half of it!' I thought to myself.

I walked out of the bedroom and found Troy waiting for me on the couch. I
looked down at him.  He looked up at me, expectation written all over his
face.

"I have only one question for you, young man." I said, trying to make my
voice gruff.

"What's that?" he asked, questions written all over his face.

"You want to fuck or get fucked?" I laughed.

"Both!"

And we both laughed harder as we walked with our arms around each other to
the bedroom.

The end of Part 4 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND

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