Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2005 13:26:59 -0500
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good Counsul? Chapter 2

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

Written by Rod
E-mail to rodwl@comcast.net
Should the saga continue?