72 Hours, Day 1

Brian sat upright in the center of the bed with his legs crossed Indian style, and eased Justin down onto his cock. The two locked briefly in a lover’s embrace as Justin’s body adjusted to the welcomed invader burrowing its way deep inside his ass. “Ahhhhhhhhh.” Justin sighed.

Brian smiled. There was no sweeter music to his ears. Over the past few years he had become accustomed to hearing his baby make that sound, and he would do anything to hear it again. Brian reached between their sandwiched bodies and stroked Justin’s dick.

“Ahhhhh.” Justin sighed again.

The young man rose up onto his knees, and slid back down slowly on Brian’s cock. “Oooh!” Brian moaned.

Justin smiled. There was no sweeter music to his ears. Over the years he had become accustomed to hearing Brian make that sound, and Justin knew just how to make his lover say it again, and again, and again. Justin wrapped his arms tightly around Brian’s neck, sandwiching his cock between their bodies. He could feel his dick pressing against Brian’s chest, gliding up and down along the moist ripples of his abdomen. Justin rose up again, this time coming down hard on Brian’s cock. “Fuck me daddy.” Justin whispered close to Brian’s ear.

“Oh, shit!” Brian cried out……………………………….................................................

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Tony looked around the sterile white treatment room with its periodic table, and various illustrations of the human body mounted on the walls. “This won’t hurt a bit Mr. Massey.” The young technician interrupted his surveying.  “I just need to brush this swab against the inside of your cheek to get a sample of your DNA. We’ll then match your DNA to that of the potential father for either a 99.999% inclusion, or 100% exclusion of paternity.” she explained.

Tony glanced over at his lawyer, Kenneth Davenport. “I feel like I’m on the Jerry Springer Show.” he said.

“It’s necessary Tony.” Kenneth assured his boss. “We want to make sure that we have the right guy.”

“The results of these tests will be kept confidential, right?” Tony wanted to make sure.

“Oh, absolutely.” the tech reassured him. “Now open wide Mr. Massey.”

“Be gentle with me princess. This is my first time.” Tony opened his mouth.

The young woman blushed as she vigorously retrieved her sample with circular strokes of her long cotton swab against the inside of Tony’s cheek.

“I’m flying to New Orleans this afternoon to witness Mr. Daniel’s sample. How long will it take before we know the test results?” Kenneth asked.

“Once both samples are received we can deliver results in as little as 72hrs.” The tech placed Tony’s sample in a sterile container. “That’s it, we’re all done. Thank you Mr. Massey.”

“So quick? You’re finished with me already? I feel so cheap, so violated. You could at least buy me breakfast.” Tony continued to tease the young woman.

“Have a nice day Mr. Massey.” she blushed even redder.

Tony, and Kenneth stepped out of the air conditioned medical building into the hot August afternoon sun. “So what are you doing for the rest of the day?” Ken asked.

“I’m meeting with my new cardiac rehab trainer at two, and I’ve got a phone meeting with Plaza Atlanta at three.” Tony said.

“Have you got time for lunch?” Ken offered.

“You buying?” Tony smiled.

The two men walked across the street to a sidewalk café, and took a seat among the lunch hour crowd. They were scanning the menu for something light to eat when an impromptu  rally began to assemble on a nearby corner. “Be assured that God will not be mocked! God created Adam & Eve, not Adam & Steve. The sanctity of the holy union of marriage must be protected, and preserved! Vote yes for Proposition 14.” The street corner preacher lifted his bible high into the air.  

“Oh look, we’ve got live entertainment.” Tony pointed.

“I’m sorry sir. They begin around this time everyday.” the waiter apologized. “I’ll be glad when November comes, and this will all be over. May I take your orders now please?”

Tony and Kenneth both decided on the California chicken salad, with a glass of chilled white wine. They handed their menus back to their waiter, then watched as the young man hurried off to place their orders. Kenneth looked across the table at his boss. “Are you alright Tony?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” Tony pretended to be interested in what the yelling preacher was saying.

Kenneth wasn’t buying it. “Bullshit. I’ve known you for a long time Tony. I can tell when something is bothering you. Now what is it?” he insisted.

Tony turned away from the rally, and looked across the table at Kenneth. “What if this Thaddeus C. Daniels is really my father?” he said.

“What if he is?” Kenneth shrugged his shoulders. “You have no financial obligation to him whatsoever. You have a witnessed, iron clad will that leaves everything to Mary….”

“It’s not the money Ken.” Tony interrupted him. “What if this he can tell me where to find my mother? She may still be alive. What if I have other brothers, and sisters? If this guy turns out to be my father that means there’s a whole family tree out there that I’ve never even met.”

“Maybe you don’t want to meet them.” Kenneth chuckled.

Tony wasn’t amused.

Kenneth reached across the table, and placed his hand over Tony’s “Relax boss. You’re getting yourself all worked up, and we don’t even know if this Thaddeus Daniels is the right guy. Let’s wait until we get the DNA results back. Alright?”

“Alright.” Tony reluctantly agreed.

“We’re going to cross one bridge at a time, just like we’ve always done it. Now let me hear you say it.” Kenneth insisted.

“One bridge at a time.” Tony repeated his lawyer’s wisdom.

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Brian adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. “So what are you going to do for the rest of the day?” He looked over at Justin’s naked reflection sprawled across the bed.

“I have an assignment that I need to finish. This summer school is a bitch.” Justin said.

“Will you be here when I get home from work tonight?” Brian asked.

“Maybe.” Justin said.

Brian walked over, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “When are you going to give up that apartment, and come back home where you belong?” he asked.

“Do you miss me?” Justin rolled over onto his belly.

Brian ran his hand along the smooth mounds of Justin’s ass. “All the time.” he admitted.

“I’ve kind of gotten use to my privacy. It helps me with my art.” Justin said.

“Then keep the apartment for your studio.” Brian suggested.

“That’s kind of expensive just to use for a studio.” Justin said.

“Since you brought it up, I’ve been meaning to ask you. How can you afford such a lavished place on the part-time salary I’m paying you?” Brian wondered.

Justin rolled over to the other side of the bed, and stood up. “I paid for it with my savings.” he said.

“What savings?” Brian asked.

“The…the one I started when I began working at the diner. It’s getting late. I need to take a shower, and shouldn’t you be getting back to the office?” Justin attempted to change the subject.

Brian sensed that perhaps he had accidentally stumbled across something. “I never realized they paid you so well at the diner.” he continued.

“I saved my tips.” Justin said, then retreated to the bathroom.

Brian followed him. You couldn’t have made that many tips at the diner. I don’t care how great your ass looks. Where did you get the money for your apartment Justin?”

“I already told you.” Justin insisted.

“You’re lying.” Brian wasn’t buying it.

“I’m not lying! I did use some of the money I saved from working at the diner, and…….and some of the money Tony gave me.” Justin’s last words trailed.

Brian moved in closer. “Say again? I don’t think I heard the last part. I thought you said the money Tony gave you.”

“I need to take a shower.” Justin grabbed a towel from the rack, and opened the shower door. He was about to step inside when Brian grabbed his arm.

“When did Tony give you enough money to rent an apartment?” Brian insisted.

“He didn’t give me any money to rent an apartment. I used the money from my college tuition fund. You’re hurting my arm Brian.” Justin attempted to pull away.

“What tuition fund?” Brian wanted to know.

“The one Tony gave me.”

“The one TONY gave you?” Brian’s eyes widened. “What year? Which semester?”

“All of them.” Justin mumbled.

“What?”

“All of them. Now let go of my arm!” Justin pulled away from Brian’s grip.

Brian couldn’t believe his ears. He wanted to make certain that he was hearing correctly. “Justin, are you telling me that while I was slaving like a dog at Vanguard to pay your tuition you were hustling Tony as well?”

“I wasn’t hustling anyone!” Justin insisted. “Dean Rice called me down to his office one day, and told me that my tuition had been paid for the full four years. I didn’t know anything about it!”

Brian quickly did the math in his head. “That’s $35,000. He gave you $35,000?”

“I never asked him for it Brian, I swear! I told him to take it back, but Tony insisted that I keep it for emergencies.” Justin inadvertently dug himself in deeper.

“What kind of emergencies?” Brian growled.

“In case I ever needed to get to him in a hurry.” Justin confessed.

Brian didn’t say another word. He turned, and walked out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and toward the loft’s front door.

Justin followed behind him. “Brian wait! It’s not what you think!” he called out.

Brian stopped short, before opening the sliding door. He turned, and looked at Justin standing with his bath towel wrapped around his waist. “Let me tell you what I think Justin.” he began. “I think that all the time you were insisting on a monogamous, committed relationship from me you were still fucking Tony. Am I right Justin?”

“No. You’re wrong.” Justin insisted.

“Tell me Justin, how many times did you have to get to Tony?” Brian continued.

“None…I….I mean once. Only one time….” Justin admitted.

Brian sneered at his lying baby. “You conniving little shit. You’re right. You need a shower. You stink.” he hissed.

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