Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2004 13:40:05 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 20

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From Chapter 19:
I lift my head and look at Pete who I can't really see
anyway because it's dark.  "Pete.....why don't we just let
my mom take care of the whole thing?  She's dying to do it
and it'll make it a hell of a lot easier on us.  Besides
neither one of us has the time it'll take to do justice to
this."  One of the advantages of mom is that she has a way
of kinda molding things to the way that she likes em.

I gently thrust my cock against Pete's leg and kiss his
chin.  "Whadya think?"

Pete pulls my face to his and buries his tongue in my mouth
while he slowly rolls me over and pushes my legs apart with
his.  He murmurs into my mouth.  "Yeah, Babe.....that's
fine."


                    The Good Doctor 20

"Eric!  You're not nailing in nails!  You've got to pound
and push, pound and push.  You're trying to gently stretch
the meat while making it thinner."  She lightly slapped the
back of my head, not hard, she didn't try to hurt me, it was
an Italian attention getter.  No, I would never do that to
Jase!

"Okay, Ma!  I got it....pound and push, pound and push!"
Pound and fucking push!  Pound and fucking push!

She looks at me up and down.  "You know, Eric, you need to
buy smaller pants.  Why is it that your pants are always
just barely hanging on your hips?  It looks so sloppy."

"It's a casual look, Mom."  She glares at me.

"We just want to get the meat thin enough and big enough
that we can roll our filling in it."  It's like watching
magic.  Her hands and fingers are moving like lightning.
She chops parsley and throws it in with the Italian
breadcrumbs and chopped eggs, pours the olive oil in and
mixes quickly with her fingertips.  Then she scoops some out
and rolls it up in the veal and pins it with toothpicks.

"Now we brown the meat in the pan."  She grabs her big fork
and suddenly the meat is in the pan browning.  I guess.  Why
am I doing this?  Never come home early!  This never happens
when I'm running late.

"Now, Eric......"

Something occurs to me.  "Mom, I gotta check on Jase."  I
rinse my hands off quickly in the sink.

"Why?  Eric, Jason is fine!"  She's pointing that fork at
me.  It's like two fucking feet long.

"Mom, he was feeling a little off this morning."

She is talking to me and without missing a beat forking her
braciolla into her red sauce.  "What?  He's fine!  He didn't
say anything!  He's in watch television.  But he has been
quiet."  Her pot of water on the back burner comes to the
boil and she begins dropping in her crab ravioli.  "Sick?
You really think that he's sick?"  She drops a knifefull of
chopped garlic into the frying pan on the front burner and
then, using her tongs, takes broccoli from the other pot of
boiling water and drops it in with the garlic and olive oil,
there's an explosion of steam and sizzle.

Okay so this is cruel.  Jase isn't sick, I just had to get
out of that kitchen.  "Well, who knows, Mom, maybe he's fine
now but I gotta check."  Yeah because you're such a great
dad!  Not much of a son but a great dad.

Mom is shaking her fork. "Well we're gonna eat!" Like that
would matter if he actually was sick.  Mom doesn't like
things interfering with food.

I trot into the family room and scoop up Jase.  I'm holding
him on my lap and I feel his forehead with one hand and kiss
him.  He looks at me and says.  "Huh?"

I whisper to him frantically.  "I'm hiding from Grandma
don't rat me out!"  He giggles and squirms, now we've got a
secret and he leans back against my chest.

Jase is watching tv and picking his nose.  Well at least
he's learning something.  "Grandma's gonna find you."

"I know.  I was just telling her that you didn't feel so hot
this morning."

"Huh?  I felt good, Dad."  He twists his head and looks up
at me.

"Oh, you did?  You looked like you might have felt like you
were catching a cold.......or something.....this
morning.....early."  I kissed the side of his head again.
"You coughed.  I remember."

Mom suddenly appears in the doorway.  "Dinner is ready.
Where's, Pete?"

Jase and I look up.  "He's always late, Mom.  Last minute
patients, stuff like that.  We usually just go ahead.  He'll
catch up."  I tighten my grip on Jase and then role backward
on the sofa with Jase wrapped in my arms and blowing
raspberries on his neck.  He screams!

My mother is gesturing wildly with her hands but seems
reluctant to leave the doorway, like she doesn't want to get
caught up in all these shenanigans.

"Don't hurt him, Eric!"  Geez, does she actually think that
I would?

I roll forward so that we're sitting upright, Jase is
breathless.  "Do it again, Dad!!"

Mom is insistent.  "I put salads out and the crab ravioli is
almost ready!"  She turns her head and looks back into the
kitchen.  "The cream sauce needs to reduce a little more."

I stand up with Jase's arms tight around my neck and his
legs around my waist.  I carry him into the kitchen pull him
off and lower him to his chair.

The door from the garage opens and Pete's blond head peeks
in first. "Am I in time for dinner?"  My pulse quickens and
I want to run over to him.  "I had a last minute patient.
Well, two actually but one was in and out in sixty seconds."
He turns and sets his briefcase down, the muscles move under
his shirt and I remember how he looked this morning cooking
his breakfast in his white boxer briefs, how they were
perfectly molded to his body.

"No, Babe we just sat down."

Jase goes running over to him and Pete kneels down and gives
him a hug and speaks quietly to him, asking him about his
day, reconnecting.

Pete walks over to my mom and bends down and hugs her.
"Helen, whatever your cooking smells fantastic."  She
giggles!  Oh, Lord!

Great!  Now she's all girlish!  Her son she treats like an
ex-con!

She gushes.  "Oh, oh, sit, Pete.  There's salad with pecans
and feta cheese and just a light lemon vinaigrette and then
crab ravioli in cream sauce with a hint of garlic."  She's
putting out plates like a veteran waitress, which in a way
she is.  "After that there's Braciolla in red sauce with
pasta on the side and broccoli boiled and then saut‚ed in
olive oil and garlic."  There's no denying the woman can
cook. This is actually fairly typical; Jase and I have
probably become jaded.  A Big Mac is exotic to us now.

Mom drapes her hand on Pete's shoulder.  Oh please!  "And
for desert we've got chocolate Gelato!  Homemade, my
mother's receipt."  She's finally found a son that she can
be proud of, handsome, intelligent, a doctor.  Now if she
can only have me rubbed out and get Pete to adopt Jase, her
life will be perfect.

After dinner I scoop Jase up and plop down with him onto the
sofa in the family room.  Pete stays in the kitchen talking
to my mother about the commitment ceremony.  Finally I hear
her leave.

What is it with little kids when a television set is on?
It's like everything else disappears.  Jase's eyes haven't
left the set and yet he's rolled over on my lap so that his
stomach is lying across my lap and the side of his head is
lying on the open palm of my right hand.  I feel like
furniture.

Pete kneels down behind the sofa and wraps his arms around
my shoulders and nuzzles my neck.

I nod towards Jase.  "What is this?  How can kids do this to
their bodies?"

Pete kissed my neck.  "They can do that until they're about
ten and then things begin to change, slowly at first."   The
little finger of his right hand slid inside my shirt and
massaged my left nipple.

He spoke softly directly into my ear; his breath was warm
and soft, his voice deep and throaty.  "Have a good day?"
Kiss.  "You look nice."  Kiss and nuzzle.  "You smell really
great!"  He feels so comfortable.

The thing is that Pete is a fantastic lover.  For one thing
he's like the horniest person on the planet but beyond that
he works soooooo hard at being a great lover.  I've never
worked as hard at anything as Pete does at being a great
boyfriend.  And the thing is, maybe the most important
thing, is that it isn't just the sex, the sex is just the
finale, the natural result of everything else that he's
doing all the time.  By the time he gets out of the house in
the morning I've been touched and caressed over every part
of my body.  I've been told how much he loves me, how
handsome I am, how wonderful I smell, how nice my skin is,
what a great ass I've got, how much he WANTS to fuck me, how
wonderful he's gonna feel when he DOES fuck me, how
wonderful I'M gonna feel when he fucks me, how wonderful HE
feels while he is fucking me, how there was never ever a
better fuck than this one, how wonderful it was now that
it's over and how fantastic it's gonna be the next time.

And on top of all that, he actually means it!  It's this
whole way that he envelopes people, embraces them and
protects them.  He does it with everyone, it's why everyone
is so drawn to him.  Plus.....there's this huge part of me
that is convinced that eventually he's gonna see what a jerk
I am and slip out quietly in the dead of night.  I know, I
know.....I've got all these self-perception issues.

Jase doesn't move a muscle but asks.  "Dad, how come a snake
can make its mouth open up enough so that it can eat a
rabbit like that?"  HOLY FUCK!

I lunge for the remote control and switch to Brazilian
soccer.  "JASON!  We've had this discussion like a million
times!  No murders, no dead bodies, no animals eating other
animals.......no nasty stuff!"  He looks at me like I'm
nuts.

"Daaaaaad!  That's what actually happens!  That's what
snakes eat."

"Jase, I don't care if they eat Gerber's baby food!  I don't
wanna see it!"  I roll him over so that he's looking up at
me.  "Look, I know that you got this whole little boy gross
is good thing happening but why can't you do like all other
little kids and hide it from me.  You're not suppose to let
you father see every thing you do."  I hear Pete groan
quietly, an editorial.

I glance back quickly at Pete and he smiles at me and shakes
his head slightly.  I look back at Jase.  "Sweetheart, it's
not that I don't wanna know what you're up to it's just that
some of this stuff is.......well, disgusting is probably the
wrong word but maybe we could call it....unpleasant."  If he
knew the crap that I have to wade through every day at work
with that bunch of nutcases maybe he'd understand why I'd
like to avoid seeing it at home.  But I don't tell him that,
he doesn't need to worry about shit like that, not yet
anyway.

                    -------------------------------

Pete was scrubbing my back, then my lower back and then,
oops, digital penetration.

"You checking my prostate back there?"

Pete put his chin on my shoulder, kissed the side of my neck
and said.  "It's something you can't be too careful about."

Oh god this feels sooooo good!  "So do I pass the exam?"

"This," Oh fuck he's rubbing it!  "has got to be the
healthiest prostate in the county.  Which, as it happens
belongs to the handsomest guy in the county."  Just because
he says it doesn't mean that I believe it.  With Pete you
gotta figure on a certain amount of poetic license.  You
also gotta bear in mind where he's wanting to go with this
whole thing which if he thought about it he'd know that it
was a done deal and none of this was necessary.

"It's firm but not hard, it's very smooth and well formed, a
Rolls Royce of prostates."

I reach behind me and between us and bent his rock hard cock
down until it's positioned properly and then let nature take
its course.

His right hand is flat against my stomach and his left is on
my hip while he moves into me.  "Oh fuck!  Ohhhhh, that's so
fucking good!"

                    -----------------------------

Cool sheets a hot man and a clear conscience, okay so I've
only got two of those things.  Actually I should have a
clear conscience too but then I always feel guilty about
something.

My head is lying on Pete's upper left arm and his right arm
is wrapped around me, he's warm against my back and I think
that he's just licked the back of my neck.

"Your mom has come up with some great ideas."  I can just
imagine.  I want to sleep.

"Mmmmmm."  I pull his arm tighter to my chest.  His right
leg is just pushed through mine and his cock is pressed
against my butt.

"She wants us to check out some invitations."

I knew that I was gonna end up having to pick something out.
I really don't care about the invitations, for that matter I
only care about the commitment ceremony because Pete does.
I love him and what other people think or know about us
means zippo to me.  But and it's a huge but, is that Pete
cares and if he cares then it's a major thing to me.

I twist my head around a little.  "Do they come to us or do
we go to them?"

His breath is warm on my ear.  "The lady from the stationery
store is gonna drop off a catalog at the clinic and then we
can go over it."

"I have no taste!  I hope that you know what these are
suppose to look like."  Yeah, like he didn't know that I
have no taste.  On the other hand I don't want him to think
that I'm detached from the whole thing.  "It's just that if
you leave it up to me I'll ruin it.  We'll end up with
bright yellow paper and tomato red printing and it'll have a
drawing of a guy in coveralls and a straw hat screaming,
"Y'all Come!"  I was beginning to get panicky.

Pete pulled me tighter and kissed the side of my neck again.
"It's okay, Eric, calm down, this is gonna be a real easy
thing.  You'll see, picking out the invitations is nothing,
twenty minutes tops.  Just relax, Baby."

I twisted in his arms are bodies rubbing together as I
turned to face him.  I wrapped my arms tight around his neck
and kissed him, one of those really deep, whose tongue
belongs to who kisses.  I spoke softly.  "Don't let me drive
you crazy.  I have a way of doing that."