Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2015 16:02:38 +0000 From: kyle garter <livinglife19@hotmail.com> Subject: Life's New Phase Part 3 +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ All the usual disclaimers apply: +This is my second story. It is my work and you may not reproduce it without my permission. +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and non-adults are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. +Please consider a financial donation to Nifty so this service can remain free on the internet! If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: livinglife19@hotmail.com +Flames will be ignored. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Chapter 5: John Baldwin Thirty two year old John Baldwin had a week from hell. On Monday, the young pediatrician had helped pack his very own Jeep for his wife so she could move to her parents' house. After three years of a rocky marriage, they had decided to separate, at least temporarily. Mainly, his wife had decided to separate. She cited his incredible work ethic and that John's practice left little time for her. True, he was committed to the kids that he served, but he also loved his wife. It was just difficult to say "no" to so many children and families in need. He spent what little free time he had during the rest of that week moping. Perhaps he had taken his wife for granted over the past year, and he was certainly missing her that week. John was looking forward to seeing his dad, Grant, at his dad's retirement luncheon on Friday. He had actually scheduled an entire week off to spend time with his dad in Arizona. John had lined up a fellow physician to handle his emergency situations and, he had cleared his books of all regular office visits. He had lined up the surprise visit through his dad's secretary Patricia months in advance. So, it broke John's heart to call Patricia on Friday morning to say that he had been delayed in San Diego due to an emergency on Thursday night. Patricia swore to John that she would not ruin his surprise, and made no mention of John's visit to Grant. The emergency that wrecked John's departure was Cody Ingler. Cody was the son of John's best friend and former college roommate, Matt Ingler. Cody was a cute kid, a good kid, but also a rather rambunctious kid. He took after his dad Matt. Cody was conceived when Matt was a sophomore in college. He had been raised by Matt's girlfriend's parents until he was five years old. At that time, Cody's mother's side of the family washed their hands of the boy and dumped him on Matt's doorstep. He had been living with Matt ever since. And, he had been to Doctor Baldwin's office many, many times over the past five and a half years. At just ten and a half years old, the boy's medical chart was about as thick as any in John Baldwin's file. John had never suspected abuse; the boy was just reckless. Over the years, there had been butterfly bandages, dislocated fingers, and more stitches than John could count. So, it really should have come as no surprise when Matt called John and pleaded for him to meet Matt at the emergency room at 8:30 pm the night before John was due to leave for Arizona. When John checked in at the emergency room, he assisted the ER doctor and a surgeon in setting rods and pins in both of Cody's arms. A nasty fall from a skateboard resulted in two broken arms, both of which required rods and pins for proper healing. After setting two casts, one on each arm, John went to talk to Matt about the recovery process while awaiting Cody's discharge. "You are going to have to do everything for Cody the next six weeks," said John. "You are going to have to feed him, bathe him, and even wipe him after he goes to the bathroom. Those casts have to remain in slings and not move for six straight weeks to ensure Cody's arms heal properly." "That boy is never riding a skateboard again," Matt retorted. "I'll sell it or throw the damn thing away. I can't do all of this John. There is no way I can take six weeks off from work or pay someone else to do this for me." Matt buried his face in his hands and lightly sobbed as John slowly rubbed his best friend's shoulder. "Look bud, I am off next week," John replied while comforting his friend. "I am going to my dad's house in Arizona tomorrow, but I can help out with Cody after I get back on Monday or Tuesday. If you can just take care of Cody tomorrow and over the weekend, I'll come back like the cavalry and then we will figure out a long-term solution for the remaining five weeks." Matt hardly looked convinced, but he shook his head in agreement. After checking Cody out of the emergency room, John followed Matt and Cody home. He assisted Matt in getting Cody out of the car, into the house, and into bed. Cody smiled up at John and said, "I really screwed up big time didn't I, Uncle John." Cody had always called him "Uncle John" even though they were not related. John ruffled the boy's hair and said, "I'd expect nothing less from you Cody; I will see you early next week when I return from Arizona. When John finally made it to bed, it was 5:00 a.m.; he had been awake for twenty four hours. There was no way he could safely make the six hour drive from San Diego to Tuscon. His visit to his dad's house would have to wait another day. He set his alarm for 11:00 a.m. so he could call Patricia in advance of the retirement luncheon and let her know of his cancellation. Chapter 6: More Changes to John's Itinerary The phone call came at 9:45 a.m. Although John didn't want to leave his dreamland to answer, the hippocratic oath that had been ingrained into his subconscious all throughout medical school made him pick up his cell. His groggy hello was met with frantic, upbeat chatter from Matt. Yes, the joy of sleep deprivation and countless Red Bulls had completely changed Matt's mood. Matt stammered, "I hate to ask you this but is there any way you can come over today and stay with Cody? I have to go into work or my boss is going to write me up. Fucking loser. I told him my situation, but he told me "tough shit". Is there any way at all you can do it? Can you delay on your dad again?" Matt's caffeine buzz didn't allow John a response until everything was out in the open. "I will be there shortly, and leave your bed unmade because I am climbing right in," John replied as he struggled to his feet. John called Patricia and broke the bad news about his delayed departure as he drove the short three miles to Matt's condo. John was still so tired that he felt his driving was impaired. He made it to Matt's place, stripped down to his white boxer briefs, and crawled into Matt's bed. Matt quickly said thanks and prepared to leave for his job. "Don't call us, we'll call you," John replied as he pulled the sheets up over his tight body. Finally, he could get back to sleep. It was 11:15 a.m. John had been asleep for a whole hour when he heard, "Dad, Dad" somewhere in his dream. After the third call, he awoke and realized where he was. Then, he heard Cody call out for his father again. "Be right there," John replied. He went to Cody's doorway and asked the ten and a half year old boy what he needed. Cody's eyes focused right on John's boxer briefs, and he said, "nice woody Uncle John". John thought, "morning wood, great?." But, since he and Cody had a playful relationship, he simply said, "the better to greet you with in the morning, my lad". Cody laughed. John asked, "Did you actually need something or are you just checking out my package?" Cody retorted, "you check mine out every year during my checkup, so I think fair is fair. But, I really do need to pee Uncle John." John went to Cody's bed with his morning wood leading the way. He knew the boy wouldn't even be able to sit up without his assistance. John pulled the covers back and spun the boy's legs off of the side of the bed. He cradled Cody's back to get him into sitting position and then further aided the boy in getting into a standing position. After Cody stood and walked to the bathroom, John followed and lowered the boy's red briefs. They were tight and when John looked around front, he saw why. John said, "I guess I'm not the only one with morning wood, huh? How do you want to do this -- sitting or standing?" "Standing, so aim me good, Uncle John," replied Cody. John took the three inch, hard boycock in hand and aimed at the toilet bowl. The pee didn't start for a good minute or so, but when it did, it flowed for nearly two minutes. Being a doctor, and a pediatrician at that, John looked down to assess the boy's development. The three inch boycock was pretty standard for a boy his age. The penis was very pale, perhaps due to the contrast with the boy's very tan stomach and legs. One very pronounced vein ran down the length of the top of the penis, disappearing just below the small tapered penis head which couldn't have been bigger than John's thumbnail. The penis head was slightly more pink than the white shaft, but not by much. At the tiny split in the center of the head, the pee flowed freely and powerfully. Glancing around the side of the small, straight shaft, John could see that the small pea-sized balls were still retracted. Of course there was no pubic hair to be seen. All in all, John came to the conclusion that Cody was a healthy, normal ten and a half year old, prepubescent boy. When Cody finally finished, John shook the last few drops of urine off of the still hard boydick. John leaned down to get Cody's shorts from around the boy's ankles just as the boy turned around. John was face to face with the boycock. "Pleasure to meet you again kind sir," John said to Cody's penis as Cody giggled that sweet giggle that ten year olds tend to always make. "Just leave them off, Uncle John because I usually sleep naked anyway." John replied, "So, back to bed then, buddy?" "Yep," Cody replied and John led the naked boy back to his bed and got him settled. Walking back to Matt's bedroom, John noted that his morning wood was still very hard. As he crawled into Matt's bed fromt he other side, John pulled up the covers and discovered that they were crusty in one spot. John whispered to himself, "Really Matt? Have you ever considered a cum rag or a box of Kleenex next to the bed?" He scooted to the other side of the bed, but he kept thinking about the crusty stain on the sheets. For some reason, he leaned over and checked it out in the late morning light. There was a tint of yellowness to it. Pulling the sheet to his nostrils, the scent of cum filled his senses. Yep, jism. John then realized that his free hand was on his hardon. It had been a week since he had orgasmed. Slowly, he lowered his boxer briefs and started to stroke his thick, seven inch, uncircumcised cock. Pulling the sheet to his nose, he took in the smell of his best friend's jism while stroking off --there was something very sensual about knowing his buddy had shot in that very spot on the sheet. Then, right before he shot, a somewhat disturbing mental picture appeared in his mind. It was Cody's small, hard cock sitting in John's very own masculine hand. Lowering the sheet to align his cockhead with the yellowish spot in the sheet, John blasted a load right on top of his buddy's load. "If it's good enough for Matt, it's good enough for me," he thought. John pulled up his boxer briefs, moved over to the "clean" side of the bed, and fell into a deep sleep within seconds. Wild dreams overtook his subconscious and his eyelids twitched and flickered as the soft, midday light filtered in through the mini blinds. He would get two more hours of blissful sleep before Cody once again woke him from his slumber.