Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 20:04:21 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 23
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From chapter 22:
I step out of the shower with Pete close behind me. He
wraps his arms around me from behind but he has to lift his
cock to make that possible. It's now pressed between us and
riding in the crack of my butt. His hands are holding my
pecs while he nibbles lightly on the back of my neck.
"Mmmmmm, I gotta dry off." Pete's tongue is in my ear and
it's almost better than an orgasm.
"I kinda like you wet." What a nasty boy!
I dry off quickly and as best as I can and then climb onto
our bed and lay there on my back naked waiting for Pete.
Pete walks out of the bathroom and stands naked at the foot
of the bed. He smiles evilly at me and then grabs my
ankles, holding them tightly in his hands he spreads them
and starts climbing onto the bed steadily pushing my knees
higher. Penis erectus acomin after me!
The Good Doctor 23
My mother is generally armed and as far as I'm concerned,
dangerous. Her usual weapons of choice are Lemon Pledge and
Windex, and she's usually packin both of em.
"Where are you going?" Her arms are swinging wildly, the
Pledge and Windex both out of their holsters.
I hug my little boy closer to my chest. "Mom, we gotta go
to the gym!" That's certainly reasonable.
She leans forward at the hips and glares at me. "Eric, DO
YOU REALIZE, that TOMORROW.....you are having a commitment
ceremony in THIS house?" She's pointing the Pledge at the
floor.
I know that the correct answer is yes but I'm sure that
there's more to this and that I've fucked up in some major
way. Right now though I'm mainly interested in getting to
my car.
"Mom, Jase has got an appointment with his personal trainer
and we're almost late and if we're late he just goes on to
the next appointment and we have to pay even if we don't
make it to the appointment." A lie. "Mom, we're gonna be
late!" Jase twists in my arms and gives me a "Huh?" look.
I don't think that she'd spray me with that crap while I'm
holding Jase.
She puts her hands on her hips, her knuckles white around
the Pledge and Windex. "Who...what.....what are they
training a little boy to do?" She throws up her arms.
"Aaahhhh, it's a health thing, Mom. The schools are making
the kids do calisthenics and stuff and sometimes it's best
if they get some training to do that." A lie. "You
wouldn't want Jase to get hurt just to save a couple of
bucks would you?" This stops her.
"He's only five! And how come YOU never had to train like
that when you were little?"
I hold out my hand and flip it back and forth. "Well there
ya go, Mom. That's why I have all those muscle problems."
A lie. I'm backing slowly towards the door to the garage.
Her arms sag. "Muscle problems?" I shrug.
"I don't like to complain about it." I wave it away with my
hand. "Anyway, Mom, we don't want that for Jase but the
thing is....I gotta go." She starts to say something but
I'm already out the door.
As I'm pulling out of the driveway Jase asks from the back
seat. "Dad, what's that stuff the schools are gonna make us
do?"
"Aaaahhhh, well....eventually they'll make you take gym
class, Jase and then maybe you'll have to do calisthenics.
And like I told Grandma, you can't be too careful."
"Grandma looked mad."
"Oh she's fine, Jase. She's doing what she likes to do
best." I'm just glad that I'm not there to hear it.
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"Dad, do I have to stay with the little kids? Why can't I
come and watch you lift weights?" I had grabbed both of our
gym bags and walked toward the entrance to the club with
Jase's hand in mine.
"Sorry, Kiddo, thems the rules, nobody under fifteen in the
weight room. Besides you told me that you like the lady
that watches you guys."
He sounds resigned. "Yeah, she's okay. But you can't mess
around, okay, Dad? You gotta hurry up and finish and then
come right away and get me. Okay? You promise?"
"Okay already! I promise! As soon as I'm done I come
upstairs and get you and then we change into our suits and
swim. I PROMISE! Geez, you sure are bossy for a little
kid."
I drop Jase off into Shirley's care. Shirley? Maybe it's
Susan. Anyway, I do a quick glance around and it seems that
all the kids are alive and well and if Susan is into human
sacrifice she's hiding it well.
Sixty sweaty minutes later I crawl back to pick up Jase
who's all charged up and rarin to go. "You ready, Buddy?"
"Your shirt is all wet, Dad."
"I had a good workout." I take his hand and we start
walking to the locker room. "When you get older we can
workout together and even before that maybe we can start
walking or something. We can ask Pete what would be the
best thing to do. He'll know."
In the locker room I take Jase with me to the shower. He
stands at one end away from the water and the other guys
while I quickly shower off all of the sweat and then pull on
my bathing suit. Then it's back to my locker where Jase
changes into his. This, changing clothes in front of other
guys, was something that he used to be really shy about and
I'd usually end up changing his clothes with his face buried
in thigh. He's been through this so often now though that
he just doesn't pay any attention to it anymore. The other
guys at the gym are really nice to him, actually they're
really nice to everyone and as far as I know, they're all
straight. Go figure.
I love doing laps. There's something rhythmic and relaxing
in a weirdly intense physical way that appeals to me and if
Jase sits on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water
I can keep an eye on him. What am I worried about? Let's
see, kidnapping, drowning, falling and smashing his head,
electrocution, just the usual dad fears.
When I finish my laps I hold out my hands to Jase and he
half jumps half slides into the water and his arms go around
my neck. In a little while I'll let him swim on his own but
this time that I spend with him right now is important to me
and I think to him. I swim backwards slowly, his arms
around my neck and his legs around my waist. We both know
that it's our time together and we spend it talking about
Jase's day, what he's learned, what he likes and what he
hates, how he feels about anything and everything. Even
though Jase probably doesn't realize it, I know that it's
these moments that he'll remember for the rest of his life,
maybe not what we say actually but just the being together.
Strapping Jase into his car seat he looks like he's ready to
get blasted into outer space.
"I hate this, Dad!" He wiggles and twists in his car seat.
"I'd rather have you up front too, Kiddo but this is the
safest way and it's also the law."
"Are we going home, Dad?"
"Nope. I told Pete that we'd meet him at a furniture store
so that we can buy a new mattress." This has the added
benefit that Mom will probably have gone home by the time we
get back. Of course it also opened up a whole can of other
worms but I figured that I'd deal with that.
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We shoulda bought a new mattress and box spring right away
as soon as Pete moved in. The one we've got is one that I
bought for Janet and me and it was nothing to write home
about at the time.
Anyway the damn thing has been giving both of us back aches
and Pete pretty much, well ordered would be too strong a
word but certainly insisted, that we get a new set. And I
figured "what the fuck" you walk into the store find one
that looks good and hand the guy your credit card. Wrong!
First of all there's like a zillion straight couples
shopping for bedding and in walk two gay guys with their
little boy Jase who has decided that he's taking the place
over. Now I know that this isn't suppose to bother me that
I'm supposed to be beyond this, that I'm supposed to be this
thoroughly out gay guy. But then suddenly there's
this.....situation. Jase is running, literally running
across all of the mattresses, bumping into people, screaming
and yelling to Pete and me. Pete, who seems oblivious to
whatever the fuck I'm going through, is trying out beds and
calling me over to try them with him and all of a sudden I'm
paralyzed with embarrassment. Yes! Me!
The sales guy that works in that department walks over and
asks me if we need help and I point to them and say. "They
want to buy a bed." Three couples walk between us as the
guy turns to Pete and Jase and I quietly slip into the
recliner department and kick back in a leather one that
they've got there in front of a television set. In the
bedding department I can hear bits and pieces of Pete
talking to the salesman and Jase going gonzo.
I gotta get a grip! Why the fuck does this bother me?
There's a ball game on the television and I stare intently
at it trying to readjust my maleness with some of the
abundant butchness being displayed by the players. Why is
this so complicated? I thought that I was past this! I
could slap the shit outta myself right now! I hear Jase
asking Pete where I am. Jase's voice is something that I'm
not genetically prepared to ignore and I force myself up and
trudge back to the bedding department.
Pete is lying on his back on a mattress while Jase is using
the other half of it for a trampoline. I catch him in my
arms half way between the top of the mattress and the
ceiling.
"Jason!" He knows what that means.
He turns in my arms and looks at me innocently. "What,
Dad?"
"Don't what dad me! You know that we expect you to behave."
He twists away from me. "Okay, Dad but Pete needs you to
try the bed."
My beloved is staring up at me with piercing blue eyes and a
slight smile that could mean almost anything. He pats the
bed. "You gonna try this?" He yawns stretches and clasps
his hands behind his head. He's still wearing the white
shirt that he had on at work but has changed his pants to
faded jeans that make his crotch a thing of beauty. The top
two buttons of his shirt are open and dark blond hair is
poking out.
I look at him and then look at Jase and then say.
"Aaaahhhhhh."
Pete twists around and points at a lady on the other side of
the department. He speaks quietly and smiles. "There's a
single lady over there that you could try beds with if you'd
rather."
I set Jase down onto the floor and then slump down onto the
bed next to Pete. "I.....I don't know what happened, it's
just that all of a sudden I felt........odd." I focused on
his eyes. "Don't be mad.....please. I'm okay now." I can
feel Pete's fingers gently rubbing the small of my back.
That's a good sign.
I ask him quietly. "You're not mad at me?"
He slowly shakes his head. "Nope." He rolls to the left
where Jase is reclining languidly amongst the pillows and
wraps his arms around him pulling him toward us while he's
tickling him and kissing him in the crook of his neck. Jase
is screaming. Everyone is looking and.......I don't
care.....fuck em....they can think what they like, this is
what's important to me. Jase ends up lying on Pete's chest
panting from the tickling, laughing and screaming. Jase
turns his head to the left and snuggles down onto Pete's
chest, the picture of contentment. Am I jealous that Jase
is doing this with Pete and not me? No, in a way it's the
same thing, Pete, me, pretty much the same thing. Now THIS
is commitment!
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"So when does the bed get delivered?"
"Oh God, Rose, are you paying to have me followed? You
know, this is just one more manifestation of your sick need
to control everything."
"Eric, sweetie, it's just that I got a call last night from
the guy that sold you the bed. He told me that there was a
handsome doctor in last night to buy a bed but that he had a
really whiny boyfriend with him. And since he's a member of
your tribe I figured he'd know and besides he described you
perfectly, scrawny, short, sloppy, you know, the usual."
"He's gay?"
"Yes he's gay! What? Can't a salesman be gay?"
"It's just that.....he's so.....old!"
"Eric honey, I guess that I can understand why you might
think that homosexuality was born when you were but the fact
is that it's been around for a long time. Despite your
efforts to perfect it gay sex was not invented by you."
God, this woman can be aggravating! "I know that, Rose. I
guess that I never thought about gay guys being older is
all. I mean I know that there are older gay guys but I just
never really met any, at least not in an everyday normal
setting. Well, thank God you had someone to talk to when
you were.....many many decades younger."
"Actually, Eric, oddly enough, you're not far from being
right. Harry, that's the guy who sold you the mattress, was
a handsome young stud, at one time." She laughed in that
dirty way she has. "I won't tell you who he's been sharing
his life and bed with for the last thirty years but you'd be
amazed."
Now I'm intrigued "How amazed? Like, "Oh him" amazed or
flat on my ass amazed?"
"Holy fuck amazed. But my lips are sealed." Well that's a
first.
"Not to change the subject but how's your mom doing? She is
the only one actually doing work to make this commitment
ceremony happen, isn't she?"
"Rose, I have worked on this! Cleaning and straightening
and setting stuff up, my God, Rose you can't imagine all the
crap that I've had to do. But you're right, mom has worked
pretty hard on this. Anyway you guys are gonna be looking
at a spread that's usually only set out for a Mafia Don's
wedding. She's been cooking for weeks!"
"How do you know that Pete's not gonna get some last minute
slacker looking to get a note written to justify his staying
home from work for the ninth day?"
"He promised, Rose! He's leaving at four o'clock no matter
who's waiting! The ceremony isn't until half past six so we
gotta be safe."
"Eric, why are you having the ceremony so early? People are
gonna have to come right from work, there's no time to run
home and change. And for that matter, why not on the
weekend when everyone has time?"
"Rose......I just want people to be relaxed and not be
making a big thing outta this, an early ceremony a great
dinner and I can still get Jase to bed at a normal time.
I'm thinking, you know like a bunch of people getting
together to watch the ball game or something, something
casual, friendly."
She sighed. "That was your idea wasn't it?"
"Yes!" Finally, someone is giving me credit for it! "And
everyone has fought me on this, they actually wanted it on
Sunday at church for Christ's sake." Well not literally.
"I don't want like a wedding thing, I want something
simpler.
Another sigh. "Eric, sweetie, you must have been a constant
source of joy to your mother."
"I know, Rose! So why does the woman never stop
complaining?"
"So now that you're an old no so married man I suppose you
and studcity are tapering off the whole sex thing?"
God she's got a dirty mind! "As a matter of fact, Rose,
that hasn't changed at all. We're every bit as.....well,
romantic....as we were months ago."
"Eric, it's nothing to get upset about everyone tapers off
when they start settling down. A couple of times a week is
normal.....and nothing to be ashamed of....just relax."
"Rose that just isn't the case! We can't get enough of each
other!" Not that it's any of her fucking business!
She laughed dismissively. "Oh I'm sure, Eric. Don't get
crazy it's just what happens, it's nooooormal!"
"Well, Rose, it's not normal for us! We fuck like bunnies!"
"It's to be EXPECTED, Eric! Actually, it's probably even
healthier.....and certainly nothing to be embarrassed
about."
"I'm not fucking embarrassed, Rose! We fuck constantly! My
asshole feels like road kill for Christ's sake!"
"Oh.....oh my. Bloody, furry and dead, well that's an image
that should follow me through eternity."
God this woman drives me crazy!