Here is the second chapter in what by request, may become a series. The normal warnings apply. Feedback is appreciated. I would like to thank those who wrote with encouragement. I can be emailed at < rodwl@comcast.net > Rod
Good Counsel? Chapter 2
"Judy, I have the results of your tests. Can we discuss your prognosis?" asked Dr. Blevins as he entered the sunny hospital room of his patient.
"Sure, I was wondering when you'd stop by and see me again. I thought the results would never get back," replied the beautiful young lady from her bed.
It was an early fall day. Through the window the sun sparkled off the trees shining as multi-colored stars of reds, golds and browns. For the beginning of November the weather was still rather mild and the trees where still holding on to their leaves but the colors had changed to that unmistakable sign of fall. The hospital grounds there in Albuquerque where always beautiful this time of year and this year was certainly not an exception.
Dr. Blevins took a seat near her bed as he peered over his glasses at the twenty-seven year old. He wished the news he brought weren't so bad. Every emotion within was trying to get him to hold back, not tell her the news but he knew he must. She had trusted him over the last month as they had tried to determine what was causing her such pain and weakness. He had an answer, the technical terms were of no value, the mass growing inside her was stealing away her life, and it wouldn't take it much longer to complete its' task. He knew in his heart that for all the sorrow he was bringing to her the only comfort he could offer was she could now make the arrangements needed. Her time left was short, but with her effort and some help she could put all things to rest.
Judy cried softly as the doctors words came over her and understanding took hold. With her condition, acceptance of such a quick finality had been a constant on her mind. There was no need to go through the stage of denial. She had already fought those demons. Her concern now was to arrange for Evan. She loved him more than life. Everyday since he was born, some seven years ago, she clung to him, protected him. He was her world. If God had decided that she should no longer be with him then it was her job now to see that he would be cared for.
Doubt of her previous decisions plagued her. She suspected her pregnancy started the night of that Frat party she attended. A few too many drinks, a desire to catch a man, this was her plan. She figured the men in the frat were all from good families and if she could snare one she'd be set for life. As the evening progressed, she chose one of the guys. His looks were beyond belief. To her, he looked like a Greek god. If she was going to bear a child she thought it was only best to pick out the greatest looking stud there.
When six weeks rolled around the EPT verified she was pregnant. The next step in her plan was to contact some of her friends at the frat and set up the ambush. She would find the father to be, let him know the seed he planted that night of the party was coming in another seven and a half months and she could work on things from there. She wasn't willing to consider an abortion so the guy better be willing to become a daddy.
In her mind everything was planned. But what she hadn't planned for was the fact that the gent she partied with wasn't a member of the fraternity. He was visiting from another campus and no one seemed to know how to contact him. As she wrestled with the new information despair came over her. If he wasn't a member of the frat and not at that college, she didn't know of any way to find him. She certainly didn't have the money to hire a private investigator.
The term of her pregnancy seemed to go by so quickly. Her parents were sympathetic, but didn't have the means to do much for her. They were there for moral support and were willing to help at first with the newborn, but she had to learn to make her own way. They would only help so much, it was her responsibility.
When Evan was born she did not know enough about the father to even give the information needed to list him on the birth certificate, so, in the space for father it only said "unknown". The first time she held her son a feeling washed over her and she decided that she didn't need the father. She would raise her son and never let him go. He was a beautiful baby. Time and the alcohol she consumed that night faded her recollection of the man she had slept with, but in Evan she saw certain features that reminded her of that god she tried to fool.
The task before her now was to arrange for Evan's care. Since she was admitted to the hospital he was with her parents, but with their finances, she needed to contact Children and Family Services. A Mrs. Lloyd, from the agency, came by to conduct the first interview and start the paperwork.
As they were going over the forms Mrs. Lloyd inquired about Evan's father, since the birth certificate did not give that information. Judy explained the circumstances and Mrs. Lloyd pulled out another sheet and began to ask question after question. It seemed as far as the state of Arizona was concerned if there was any possibility of locating a father there was a good possibility they could try to force him to take responsibility. This would ease the financial burden for the tax payer and her office was certainly interested in that, if at all possible.
Included in her questions were ones outlining every detail Judy could possibly remember about the party, where it was held, the names of anyone she might have known attending. Specifically anything at all she could remember about the person she thought to be the father, his age, description, anything said that might be a clue as to his identity. Mrs. Lloyd was going to use the best investigator available for this case.
When Mrs. Lloyd left Judy was exhausted, but was resting a little easier as she felt the agency with their resources might find Evan's father. If he paid child support, her parents might be able to continue to raise him. If the agency decided that wasn't the appropriate scenario or they couldn't locate his father, then the state would care for him, she didn't want him to go into foster care but Mrs. Lloyd had assured her that with a seven year old like Evan it should be no problem to place him. The best alternative would be if they located Evan's father and he would be willing to take him. Once paternity was proven it would be easy. Judy prayed that even though she had kept Evan from his father for all these years the man would accept and be willing to raise him. She had wanted to do that, but as much as she loved Evan she realized the boy needed a father. She loved her own father, but Evan needed someone younger, she didn't feel it right for a boy to be raised by a grandfather alone, especially when he was so much older. Her father was forty years of age when she was born. Now he was sixty-seven. Her father would be over eighty when Evan turned twenty-one, that was entirely too old.
Life became like something out of a dream for Greg, Craig and Phillip. With the realization all three of them were gay, and deeply in love with each other, each day seemed better than the day before. They fell into a pattern. Each had a specific duty within the business and did well in their careers. Craig continued to act as the day to day manager. Greg was the idea man, he constantly oversaw how products were being accepted and paid great attention to customer requests. This resulted in several new lines of product being developed. Phil handled the marketing aspect and as each new product found its' way into the catalog he came up with a novel approach to promote it. The men couldn't he happier. As soon as they left the office and arrived at home they left the vestiges of their daily work life immediately in their huge walk-in closet and remained nude until time to prepare for the office. They held there private life so private they seldom entertained at home. The only time in the evening they could be found other than nude was when they went out for dinner or drinks. That wasn't too often as they kept the larders quite full at home and all three enjoyed cooking and shared the responsibilities joyfully.
On the weekends it really became playtime. Since Greg had been brought back home they had discovered how much they enjoyed the bdsm used in training him. The best thing though was their discovery that they could enjoy being versatile. No one had to always fulfill the role of master or slave they could each play the part. Rotating in no certain pattern kept their passion alive.
Saturday would start as a time to exercise. One of them would assume the role of the trainer and the other two would be instructed as to what equipment they were to use. The person taking on the role of master would then monitor them, cane in hand and not be reluctant to remind them of their task. A room had been equipped with not only exercise equipment but also as a type of a dungeon. Tools of torture were housed in cabinets along one wall. Pulleys, hooks, chains and the like were to be found around the room in various locations, always handy for whatever they could imagine. At a rather unique auction they had even found a horse. It became one of their favorite items.
Often after a hard workout, one of them would find themselves strapped down across the heavy leather. Last Saturday Greg had been the taskmaster. Craig and Phil had really pumped themselves up as they were prodded with the cane to go a little faster, or lift a little more weight, or do a few more reps. Phil had not fared well that day and received several more strokes of the cane than Craig. When they decided on the ground rules after purchasing the horse, they had decided that the one receiving the most strikes of the cane would ride the horse. The master of the day would decide and direct what would then occur and the other slave would do as ordered. When their exercises were complete Greg ordered Phil to the horse.
Phil was strapped down with his stomach against the leather on the back of the horse. His wrists were pulled tight and fastened. The fittings for his ankles were pulled as far apart as he could stand and tightened down. As viewed from behind his balls and cock were well on display. The PA shone brightly at the end of his piss slit. His skin had a sheen form the sweat generated during the exercise and a glow from the pump of the muscles.
Craig was ordered to get him lubed and opened up. Difficult as it might be as Craig approached Phil Greg pulled Craig's arms behind him and fastened his wrists together with a pair of handcuffs. Craig understood that he was to use his mouth to get Phil ready. He approached Phil and with his tongue began to lick the crevice of his ass. As he could produce the moisture within his mouth he transferred it to Phil. Centering on the rosebud before him he started working his tongue into Phil. The spit he produced further allowed him to enter into his lover. He continued to rim Phil as Phil moaned with each movement of Craig's tongue. As Craig was preparing Phil's ass Greg had moved to the side and was playing with the nipple rings on Phil's chest. Pulling and twisting them as the culmination of the actions caused Phil to throw his head from side to side. Though his wrists were cinched tight Phil's hands were constantly grasping at the bar to which he was bound. Pre-cum was dripping off the end of Phil's cock as his state of excitement went higher and higher.
When Craig felt he had opened Phil sufficiently he pulled off of him and as Greg thrust into Phil in one swift movement Greg had Craig thrust his cock into Phil's mouth. Each pass of Greg's cock hit target on Phil's prostate. As Greg sensed Phil's impending orgasm as his balls would move higher and seem to tighten, Greg would tighten his grip and yank at his son's balls pulling almost out and then hold totally still to pull him back from that precipice. When Phil settled just enough Greg would start again. He did this over and over until after countless times and Phil's state of excitement becoming so erratic and his cock so steel-hard, Greg finally had mercy on him and took him over the edge. Craig exploded down Phil's throat, and as Phil pumped what seemed like quarts of cum his ass tightened around Greg's cock and the pressure caused Greg to soar into ecstasy shooting load after load into Phil's rectum. Pulling out Greg swiftly inserted a sizable butt plug in one push. Then not allowing him the time to hardly regain his breath he started an assault on Phil's rear with a small had whip. Not hard enough to break the skin or leave any real welts, it was just enough to redden the area and heat to an extreme.
As he turned from Phil he grabbed for Craig's wrists and attaching a chain nearby then cranked a winch leaving Craig in an uncomfortable position, flat on his feet, bent at the waist with his arms reaching backward and up a good foot above his ass. Greg then wielded the hand whip until Craig's ass too was solid red. He applied some lube to his cock and in one thrust buried himself into the nether lands of Craig's ass. Allowing a few seconds for Craig to adjust, he then began thrusting in and out as Craig was advancing towards his on abyss. Though Greg was pushing fifty the life that the men had adapted and the condition he was in allowed him to act like a twenty year old. He had just cum in Phil but this only allowed him to take a little longer in coming to climax again with Craig. Targeting Craig's prostate Greg soon shot off for the second time and as he did brought Craig right along with him. As Craig massaged Greg's cock within his ass he managed to milk the last bit of cum from his lover. Unbinding all restraints the three fell on top of each other attempting to regain their strength before they rose and entered the shower area to begin their water games.
They exercised at least three times a week but reserved the special session for Saturday mornings when they would have the whole week-end to play and recover.
The balance of Saturday would bring any number of activities. Each of them was constantly trying to surpass whatever idea executed before. In the earlier days, just after they started, two of these afternoon sessions had produced the piercings for the other two.
Since they had gotten a barber chair so they could attend to each other's body shaving needs in an easier fashion Phil had been forced into the chair one Saturday and restrained with heavy leather straps in strategic places over his otherwise nude body. Following a full body shave from the neck down, the restraints had not been removed. Without anesthesia the piercing was done first to his nips.
A clamp was attached then the piercing needle was pushed through, then the ring was pushed through forcing the needle out. Once the ring was sealed the other nipple was done in the same manner. Greg had then encompassed Phil's cock with his mouth and after a very effective bow job, the PA was inserted.
On another Saturday it was decided by Phil and Greg that it was time for Craig to be treated likewise and without his foreknowledge he experienced the same fate. The following six months were difficult as they recovered but since Greg was still recovering as well they each could not feel too bad. Greg joked with Craig that since he had been the one to actually arrange Greg's "conversion" he would be the last one to get to return to sexual relations, at least those where his dick was involved. Craig accepted the chiding without remorse stating that for what they now had it was all worth it.
Housework was taken care of by a staff that worked only during the day in their absence. Only on occasion was some type of service needed in the evening or while they were there and arrangements were made for one gentleman to provide those services. Ed came highly recommended to them through a gay agency. At first the men thought he was too much of a hunk and would be a distraction but they soon found should he be clothed it would cause an uncomfortable feeling between them and they were all more comfortable with him in the same state of attire, or lack of, as them. Besides, occasionally a fourth for some of their games was a great diversion. Everyone was very comfortable with their situation and no jealousy ever reared its' ugly head.
Mrs. Lloyd had contacted the detective agency. One particular gentleman, the most experienced in this area of investigation was assigned to the case. Mr. Dunbar was in his twenties but was the most successful in the department for finding people in these types of cases. He seemed to have just the knack for getting valuable information from college age people as well as those out of college within the last ten to twelve years. Something about his age and attitude, he seemed to put people at ease and before they knew what was happening they were telling him everything they knew without holding anything back.
Mr. Dunbar's first stop was at the frat house where the party was held. He knew it was about eight years back but its' surprising the records kept at these places. Something about it being a fraternity, they always seemed to make people sign in. It had something to do with their charter. The more people they could figure on, the bigger the budget would be for the next party. Without proof they couldn't get as much so why not?
Much to his delight the info he was seeking was there. They had a list of all those who attended the party. It ended up being the register where they paid for their cup to receive the never ending beer. Judy's name was there. There was also about a hundred plus other names on the list. Ted Dunbar was beginning to wonder how he'd ever check out all the names. In asking the frat officer showing him the list, he found that there was a special check next to the names of individuals who weren't local chapter frat members. This was a lucky break. It narrowed the list down to only about fifteen people. With a few more questions Ted got the information needed to contact a few of the frat officers also attending the party. He knew these parties were by invite only and someone within the frat knew who his mystery person was.
The next afternoon his list in hand, he managed to contact the frat secretary from the time of the party. Their discussion started out with a few questions to spur the memory and the former secretary did remember a basic description of several of the visitors that night. Asked about why Judy's inquiry had been dead-ended Ted was told the officers knew of Judy and surmised her plan of trying to land a husband so, not wanting to be a party to her scheme, refused to give her any information. Ted began to think he might get snowed as well. He thought he'd lay it on the line and he explained exactly what the current circumstances were. Judy was no longer trying to snatch a husband; she was trying to find the legitimate home for her soon to be orphaned seven year old. With that understood the former secretary told Ted he thought he knew who the individual was. Another of his frat brothers would probably know better and might even have a means to contact him.
Information in hand, Ted spent the next several days trying to get through to the frat brother. Each day he contacted Mrs. Lloyd to update her on the progress or lack thereof, and find out about Judy's condition. Judy was holding her own for the time being but it looked like her time was coming sooner than they might expect. With the importance of the situation Ted redoubled his efforts to close the case. When he got in touch with the frat brother and spent a half and hour explaining how critical it was to get the information he was seeking he was finally given a name, an address and a number. Included of course, was the admonition not to disclose the source of the information. Without a breath in between Ted contacted Mrs. Lloyd and gave her the information.
Craig, Greg and Phil just finished dinner when the phone rang. Phil answered it and verified that yes he was Phillip Forest. Yes, he was attending the University of Phoenix some eight years ago. Yes, he traveled occasionally to Albuquerque to attend some parties at a frat on campus of a college there. The caller asked him if he would arrange an appointment at her office for the following day. Seeing no reason why not, he turned from the phone and verified with Greg and Craig that it would be possible for him to get away from the office the following day. He confirmed the appointment and ended the call.
Discussing what transpired during the call, and the fact that the call was from a Mrs. Lloyd of Children and Family Services, Greg placed another call and arranged for his attorney to accompany Phil on his appointment. A long discussion took place that evening. Each of the men were trying to figure out just what might be the reason for the call as no other explanation had been given. Phil did tell his dad and Craig that this was during the period where he was quite undecided. He did not know if he was straight, bi or gay. He was still experimenting, trying to determine just exactly what his sexuality was. He didn't remember if anything had happened or not. He thought he always used protection if he engaged in sex. But he attended several parties and perhaps had drank a little too much to remember everything.
The next morning Phil and his attorney arrived at Mrs. Lloyd's office. When they entered the room Mrs. Lloyd suddenly turned as white as a sheet. Sensing that something was very wrong Phil inquired as too her reaction. Momentarily regaining her control she asked them to be seated but continued to stare at Phil. After a minute or so she finally overcame her shock and asked Phil if he would mind looking at a photograph. Upon his agreement she pulled a photo from the folder in front of her. When the two men looked at the photo they went into shock. The attorney had known Phil since he was born. The image in the photo appeared to be Phil around the age of six to eight years of age. The attorney immediately demanded to be told where she had gotten the photo of Phil at that age and why she had it.
The next words spoken would change Phil's life from that day forward. This photo was not of Phil, it was a current photo of a little boy named Evan. They had reason to believe that Evan had been fathered by Phil at a frat party some eight years ago. Further discussion revealed that the mother, Judy, had tried to contact him but been refused any information from the fraternity as to his identity. Due to her current condition and financial status the state was trying to find the father in order to establish financial responsibilities.
Phil's attorney requested if a DNA test could be run to verify paternity and informed Mrs. Lloyd that once that information was available they would continue their conversation. The meeting for today was otherwise at an end. Mrs. Lloyd gave them a card with the contact info of where to go for the DNA testing.
It was a long week at the Forest home as Phil awaited the results of the tests. Craig and Greg discussed the possibilities, it seemed, endlessly and several calls included their attorney.
The results were back. With a ninety-nine point nine percent certainly Phil was the father of Evan. Mrs. Lloyd seemed to be ecstatic as she read the results to Phil over the phone. Before she ended the call she requested that Phil's attorney get in touch with her. A quick consultation allowed the attorney to contact Mrs. Lloyd within the hour. The men wanted to see Judy and with Mrs. Lloyd and the attorney present, discuss what was going to take place.
The following day was Saturday and the men were all too eager to get to business that day. This was one Saturday when they would have a change of schedule. No special exercise this morning. Their attorney arrived promptly at 9:00 in the morning and they immediately left for the hospital in Albuquerque. The drive was not a long one but the men were pensive as the miles disappeared behind them. All too soon they were entering Judy's room. Phil was overcome at the appearance of Judy. He could see the beauty lying there before them but he could also see the ravages of the disease killing her. In gazing upon her face he remembered the girl that he met at the party. In a flood, his memory recanted the events of the evening and the turmoil he suffered afterward in his struggle to determine his sexuality.
Unfazed the attorney proceeded to outline his evaluation of the situation. He stated that with the conclusiveness of the tests there was no denial that Evan was Phil's son. With Judy's condition he requested Judy's permission to allow Phil full custody and sign the documents declaring Phil to be Evan's father. Mrs. Lloyd assured Judy that this was the best thing that could happen for Evan. She did some other checking and found the status of Phil and his father, finding them to be quite financially able to care for Evan. With the apparent agreement Mrs. Lloyd decided to leave. There were a lot of other cases for her to handle and it looked like this one was ready to be closed.
Judy begged for Phil's forgiveness as she explained all that happened and how she loved Evan from the day he was born. She felt in her condition it would be best if her parents brought Evan to the hospital and he met his father. Phil's attorney had paperwork already prepared so stating that if the paperwork was signed he could see no reason why the court would not allow Phil to take custody of Evan.
With that decision made and paperwork done Judy called her mother and after explaining what transpired asked them to bring Evan to the hospital. She explained that Evan would be leaving with his father and not returning home with them.
As Betty Sanders told her husband the news George commented that it was about time that Evan's father had been found. He loved his grandson but it was time for the man who had fathered him to take care of him. He was happy to turn the boy over to his father, maybe now he could turn his attention to his daughter as she lie upon her deathbed.
Within a half an hour the Sanders were ready and piled everything into the car. Within minutes they pulled out of the complex parking lot and headed for the hospital.
Evan was excited as his mother had told him many times about a man she described as his father. She never thought that Evan would ever meet him but always thought that by telling Evan about him he would have a more normal childhood. Much of her story was fabrication but she had not gone overboard. His father looked like a god. Evan looked like she imagined his father would have at the same age. He was kind, and though the party had been wild, she knew in her soul the man was kind and loving. Now that they would be together she only prayed she was right. He had been gentle and accepted her apology gracefully in the hospital. The other men with him seemed to be very gracious and if they held any kind of a grudge over her actions they seemed to have also forgiven her.
George always drove carefully and today was no exception. He couldn't wait to get to the hospital but any where he would go it was better to take a few more minutes to get there and get there safely. Unfortunately, not all drivers feel the same way. Two blocks from the hospital as they were going through the intersection they heard a screech of tires. George heard an explosion that seemed to be all around him. Above the explosion he heard the screams of his wife and grandson. Then silence, as he blacked out.
To be continued
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