Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2011 08:57:33 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Black. Chapter Thirteen.

   Thinking of Diane reminded me that Tracey was due to drop her baby at
any time now and Diane herself wouldn't be that far behind either. This had
got me thinking about the fact that I might be the father that got me to
make an appointment with my doctor, a man I'd only ever met once, not
having had anything wrong with me to merit any visits to his surgery. But
he was the only person I could think of to ask questions that wouldn't get
back to other ears.

   I took time off from the bank, telling them where I was going and turned
up at his surgery at the appointed time. When I was called in, I explained
my problem. That a girl friend was about to give birth and wasn't sure who
the father was. I admitted that it could be me but I wanted to know for
sure if I was the father or not, so how did I set about have the D.N.A.'s
tested? He told me what I needed and gave me the address and phone number
of a laboratory that he knew of. I thanked him and went back to
work. Though I did stop off at a chemist and bought three small plastic
specimen jars and little wooden spatulas that would fit inside. These I
labelled back at my desk as simply A, B and C, and put them in my coat
pocket.

   I then phoned the laboratory and they said that they could do the tests
and how much it would cost. Their place was just outside of London and it
would be alright to send them by post and I would have the results about
ten days later. So now I knew what I had to do and could now only wait for
the right moment after both babies had been born, which was almost
immediately I found out.

   Two days to be precise. I think it was about six o'clock in the
morning. I had woken up early with James' erection trying to make a new
hole in my back. I rolled over and went down on him, really intending to
take him like that but he pushed me off for it wanted it the other way.

    I turned round on my knees and without him putting a condom on, had him
enter and begin to fuck me. It was always nice to have him first thing of a
day for it was when he was at his hardest. I was really enjoying his in and
out soothing motions as he fucked when the phone started ringing.

   `What the fuck!' he grunted, not losing his rhythm, as the phone kept
ringing. `Well answer it!' he said to me. `I can't from where I am.' It was
on his side of the bed and just within my reach, and so with him still
ploughing into me, managed to get the receiver off and held it to my ear.

   `Yes?' I gasped.

   `Are you in the middle of fucking James?' came out of the ear piece. It
was Diane.

   `Wrong way round,' I panted.

   `Well get that arse he's fucking round to the hospital! I'm about to
have your, his, oh what the fuck! I just about to have my baby!'

   `Have you rung for an ambulance? We'll...fuck you James? That hurt,' I
said as not only had I twisted to one side, he'd gone and twisted the other
way to try and hear what was being said.

   `We're having a baby!' I said to him over my shoulder. `Pull out! Oh
shit, it's all over my leg.'

   `Bloody hell! I was just coming so you`re not going to get a baby now,'
he said angrily and I heard the phone being slammed down at the other end.

   `Not me having a baby. That was Diane,' I said as I used a corner of the
bed sheet to wipe his come from my leg.

   `Which one is having it?' he asked.

   `I don't know. With you shouting, she put the phone down,' I cried,
getting out of bed. `Go wash yourself and get dressed. We've got to go to
the hospital.' I began to get dressed while he washed and then I went and
washed and brushed my teeth as he got dressed. `Phone for a taxi,' I called
out, my mouth full of toothpaste.

   `Already done it,' he called back and the thing pulled up just as we
went out of the gallery door.

   `Hospital. Quick,' I said to the driver as we got in. `The maternity
section.'

   `Which one of you is having the baby then?' he asked with a grin as he
looked over his shoulder. It was the driver who knew that we were gay.

   `Shut up and drive,' James said to him, `or I won't sell you another
drawing.'

   `Can't afford another the way you keep putting the prices up,' the
driver retorted as he started to drive off.

   `If you get to the hospital inside ten minutes I'll let you have one at
cost,' James answered.

   `One with you two doing it?' he asked hopefully.

   `No,' James said, `but if you've got a photo of yourself, I can draw it
that you are doing it with Timothy.'

   `Hey! That's a great idea,' he said, fumbling in the glove box as he
tried to change gear at the same time. `Here,' he said as he passed a
picture back to James.

   `Give me a week and you can collect it,' he said.

   `At cost?'

   `At cost,' James said and gave me a nudge and a wicked grin and I
guessed what he was going to do. He was going to do a drawing with the
driver being the recipient of my cock up his arse. It'll be one drawing he
wouldn't be showing to his friends if he ever accepted it.

   He got us there inside the ten minutes though he'd taken us to the front
entrance which didn't really matter. James paid him and promised that he
would do the drawing. We went in and found the reception and asked after
Diane, saying that I was the father. We were told she was in the delivery
room and told us where the waiting room was on that floor.

   We found it, empty.

   `Where's Tracey then?' I asked of James. `She should be here.'

   `Maybe she's in the delivery room holding her hand, or maybe, just
maybe, on the other bed having hers. Now that would be something if they
both had their babies at the same time. She could put that in one of her
books,' he laughed.

   Yes, I said to myself. The father waiting in this room as both his
children are born together from different mothers. Though that I was the
father of two, one or neither I yet had to get established. I found that I
was wearing my coat that had the plastic bottles in and wondered when I
would get to see both babies to get a sample of their saliva. I didn't
realise I would get it so quickly.

   After ten minutes, I went outside and collared a nurse to ask if Diane
had had her baby yet.

   `Who are you?' she asked.

   `The father. I've been in there waiting as I was told to do,' I said.

   `I didn't know you were in there. Well she's had the baby and they both
are doing fine and are in the recovery room.'

   `Can I see her?' I asked anxiously.

   `Of course. I'll just go and check and then will come and collect you,'
the nurse said, rather brightly for one that had probably been on duty all
night.

   `Oh! Is it a boy or a girl?' I asked, almost forgetting why we had come.

   `A boy,' she said and went off for me to muse over this fact and into
the waiting room.

   `Well either you or me now has a son,' I said to James with a smile on
my face

   `I would rather that it had been you to have my son,' he said as he
kissed me.

   `And I would just simply love it if you could give me one,' I replied,
kissing him, `so let's keep on trying,' giving him another kiss that I
managed to break off just in time as the door opened and the nurse
appeared.

   `Oh. I didn't know there were two of you here,' she said.

   `Yes. Her brother,' I said quickly before James could say anything.

   `Well she's ready to see you but five minutes only for she is still
under sedation.' She took us along the corridor and into a small room and
there, looking very sleepy sat Diane with the baby in her arms.

   We both kissed her and told her how radiant she looked. We laughed at
the situation we had been in when she'd phoned and made the appropriate
noises about the baby.

   `Where's Tracey?' I asked. `Shouldn't she be here?'

   `She's here somewhere. She had her baby last night,' Diane said.

   `Last night?' we both echoed. `Why didn't you phone us?' I cried.

   `I thought Mark might have rung you. I was going to but I think I had
too much to drink and fell asleep. The next minute I was having our baby,'
Diane replied. James and I looked at each other.

   `Don't be shy. I'm not. One of you definitely is the father so as we'll
never know, you can both give him a kiss and think of a name for him.' With
her talking reminded what I had in my pocket and I surreptitiously removed
one container and saw that it was the A one.

   `Can I pick him up?' I asked, concealing the bottle in my left hand.

   `If you're careful, she said, letting me take him from the crook of her
arm, giving him a little bounce finding he was as light as a feather. I
cooed down at him as I turned round jiggling him and seeing him gurgle as I
got the spatula out and with my right hand caught some dribble and managed
to get it back into the bottle without dropping him.

   `He's lovely,' I said as I passed him over to James to hold, turning my
back on them again to replace the cap and putting the bottle back into
another pocket of my coat. `Isn't he lovely James?' I asked turning round
again, feeling somewhat ashamed at what I had just done.

   `He certainly is. Well he can't be a Van Gogh for he's got two ears,'
and we all laughed as he handed the baby back to Diane. I could see now
that she was really tired, her face looking strained. I was going to
suggest we leave but the nurse prompted me by returning into the room
saying that it was time for Diane to rest. We could visit her in the main
ward the following day.

   `Oh excuse me nurse,' I said as we moved back to her little reception
office, `but my sister came in last night to have her baby. Her husband
Mark was with her, but I didn't have time to make it. Could we see her do
you think?' I gave her Tracey's name and found that she was still on this
floor and hadn't been moved to the main ward yet.

   `I'll see if she's awake first,' the nurse said and went off back and
went into another room for a few minutes before coming out and beckoning us
forward. `Five minutes, no more.' She left us and we went in to see Tracey
looking very bright and breezy.

   `Two of my favourite men,' she cried, opening her arms. We both went and
gave her a kiss. `Isn't it exciting! Diane having her baby at almost the
same time. A boy too!'

   `We came to see yours,' I said, seeing the cot near her bed.

   `Maybe yours too,' she said softly and a bit shyly. I think I turned a
little pink at this.

   `Can I pick him up?' I asked, getting another bottle out of my coat and
concealing it in my hand.

   `Of course you can. It's about time he woke up for his feed.' I moved
over and picked up the small bundle that gave out a big yawn as I did so,
then gave his gums a smack and I was able to then get some saliva on the
spatula as James kept Tracey occupied. I even managed to get the lid back
on and put it away as I gently rocked him.

   `He's beautiful. Have you thought of a name yet?' I asked as I passed
him over to her.

   `No, give me some suggestions,' she said as she pulled her gown apart
and produced a heavy swollen breast and put it close to the small mouth. He
didn't even have to open his eyes to fix his lips on the big raised nipple
and begin to suck. The nurse came in at this point.

   `Tracey! You shouldn't expose yourself like that with two men in the
room,' she exclaimed, looking quite shocked.

   `You shouldn't worry nurse' she laughed. `James here is an artist. A
painter. Both Timothy and I have posed for him so they've both seen more of
me than they can see now.'

   `Be that as it may, it's not right. Now shoo you two. You can visit at
the proper time this afternoon. She'll be in the main ward by then.'

   `Diane too?' I asked.

   `I should think so,' the nurse replied.

   `Well see that they get two beds together so that we can sit between the
best girls in the world.'

   We both gave her a kiss and left her feeding either Mark's son or
mine. I looked to see which bottle I hadn't used yet as we left the
hospital and saw that I would in bottle B.

   We were both very quiet on the way back home in the taxi, deep in our
own thoughts. Both of us thinking about Diane's baby and which one of us
was the actual father, though I had agreed that we both should be
considered to be for the sake of our friendship.

   I had the taxi drop me off at the bank as it had just opened so I was a
little late, but as I very seldom did this, nothing was said by
William. Without anyone seeing me, I used the spatula of bottle B and put
some of my saliva in and sealed the top. I then made up a small parcel of
the three bottles and put my cheque inside with the return address as the
bank. We had our own small weighing machine for post that also printed out
the required postage slip for fixing to letters or parcels. This was duly
sent out with our daily mail.

   James took over the cooking of dinner for the next eight days while I
went and visited the two girls, meeting Mark at the same time and feeling
guilty as I would be till I got back the results from the lab. I would only
stay for an hour and Mark would drop me off so it wasn't too late when I
got home to eat James' cooking, which if I'd had the choice, I would have
been eating out every night, but that would have hurt his feelings.

   Visiting the hospital curtailed me dressing up at night though a couple
of times I would just put on the underwear before we had sex. Which was as
good as ever, especially when I told him that I wanted him to give me a
baby. He gave me extra really good fucks in his attempts, laughing and
wondering if having it up my nose would help. Might be a cure for sinus
problems I laughed for it certainly cleared a sore throat when it was
coated with his sperm. I didn't do any posing that Sunday but stayed in bed
with James to play, sucking and fucking each other, staying naked when we
went to the kitchen for food or drink.

   Mark and I spoke to the hospital people and got them to agree that both
the girls and their babies could leave at the same time and as they both
lived in the same flat, it made sense. It was agreed and so on the
appointed day, we had two taxi's waiting, James declining to come, so Mark
travelled with Tracey and baby in one while Diane and baby went with me in
the other.

   Mark, at James suggestion, had the bedrooms of the flat repainted in a
mixture of pink and blue whilst they were in hospital which would give the
rooms time to be clear of the smell of paint before they came out. The
layettes too had been left for us to see to.

   It was with double delight for the girls when they saw the new cribs for
the babies as well as what had been done to their rooms. I had told them
that I would see to dinner on their first night back, though I cheated
somewhat by having most it brought in from a take-away. It was a good
evening anyway.

   Mark and I left them to settle themselves in properly and to work out
their own arrangement in respect of feeding, washing and the like. I
couldn't wait to get back home to James for him to take me to bed and make
love to me.

   Three days later a letter landed on my desk. It had my own hand-written
return address on it. I looked at it and couldn't bring myself to open it
then. I opened the other post but that letter stayed on my desk for the
whole day. What work I did that day I cannot say for my thoughts were
constantly on that unopened letter.

   I just knew that I had to open it before I went home, and so, at nearly
three o'clock, I finally took my letter opener and slit the flap. Inside
was just a single sheet of notepaper with the laboratories address and logo
at the top and just a few lines that went into a blur as I tried to read it
for the first time. I had to blink several times to clear my eyes to read
and understand what it said.

   Dear Sir,

        This letter is to give the results of our D.N.A. testing of samples
labelled A, B and C. It is also confirmation that samples A and C are
related to sample B, the latter being the progenitor of both A and C.

   Yours etc.

   I sat there in a state of shock as the letter trembled in my hand. I
slowly folded it and put it back in its envelope before putting it away in
my pocket. Both the babies were mine. Not Mark's. Not James, but mine. Oh
what the hell do I do now I wailed inwardly? I'm a queer! A homosexual! A
freak of nature! I like and love being fucked by another man, sucking a
rampant cock and I also liked dressing up and acting and being treated like
a woman.

   My sperm which I preferred to give to another man had impregnated two
women, one week apart and yet that seed had borne fruit to be ripe and
delivered just a few hours apart.

   James would be relieved, but then he hadn't really believed that he was
the father of Diane's child. I wasn't sure how Diane would take the news. I
know she liked me, she'd even said that she loved me, but, she had never
spoken of her feelings for James, so that was a question mark. Mark! Now it
would hit him the hardest. It could destroy his relationship with Tracey as
well as with the rest of us. It could also bring about the ruin of our
business enterprise if he stopped the printing of Diane's books. Tracey? I
couldn't even begin to guess how she would feel. One fling with another man
that resulted in her having a child?

   What to do, oh what to do? I think at that point I really reverted to
being a woman for I felt that I needed a man's arms around me to listen to
my problem and tell me what to do. I must have stayed in that state of mind
for quite some time for I do not remember leaving the bank or even of
getting home. I know I gave James just a perfunctory kiss and went upstairs
and ran my bath.

   I didn't linger too long in there but got out, dried and powdered myself
before unconsciously sitting down at the dressing table and made up my face
before putting on my underwear to be followed by a dress and my wig.

   I even prepared dinner and laid the table for two with candles and
chilled wine and the meal, James told me was superb, the best I had ever
served. I can't even remember what I had cooked or even done to make it so
good.

   It wasn't until after the meal when we sat down on the settee and he put
his arm round my shoulder and gave me a kiss that I broke down in tears and
poured it all out. I made a mess of my make-up but it didn't seem to bother
him as he wiped away the tears and the mascara, kissing me as he held me
tight. There`s so much more I wanted to tell him; how much I loved him, how
much I needed him etc, but I just couldn't get the words out. I just lay
there in his arms and let him rock me before taking me to bed and making
the most gentlest loving he had ever given me.

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