Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2005 20:03:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 27

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>From chapter 26:
His eyes are hooded but there are occasional flashes of
bright blue.  He kisses me on the side of my head.  "We're a
mess."

I wrap my arms around Pete's head and stare into his eyes.
"You know, you're more fun than just about anybody!"

Pete laughs and then runs his right hand over his chest and
scoops up as much cum as he can and then reached back and
rubs it into my butt.  He likes my butt.

"You do bring out the best in me....literally.  But now the
trick is for us to get up off of the bed without coating
everything in cum."

I stand up and start pulling him up by the hand.  "Fuck it!
Let's shower."  I pull him off the bed toward the bathroom
but he stops and then pulls me back to him and wraps his
arms totally around me.  He kisses the side of my neck and
then licks over to my mouth and then kisses me.  I bury my
head in the crook of his neck and just let his warmth wash
over me.  He makes me feel safer than I've ever felt.

He breaks the kiss and then runs the fingers of both of his
hands through my hair and stares into my eyes.
"Yeah.....let's shower."


                    The Good Doctor 27

There are some things that happen to you that you understand
instantly, even when they've never happened to you before
and they happen in a dark hallway.

I knew that what was squishing up between my toes was dog
shit and I knew who it belonged to.

I hissed under my breath.  "God damn, mother fucking son
of........  Then came an awareness of another presence.  "Oh
hi, Jase.  Good morning."

Jase had a paper towel in his hand.  "Charlie had an
accident."

"Go get another handful of those, Jase."  He turned and
rushed to the kitchen and was back in a flash.  He looked so
little in his briefs and tee shirt.

I wiped the crap off of my feet as best I could and then
hopped back to the bathroom past Pete shaving at the mirror.

I put my foot in the shower and washed it off with the
detachable showerhead.  Pete looked in at me.

I told him.  "Charlie had an accident."  I looked down and
the perpetrator was sitting there staring up at us with
innocent eyes.  His tail was moving at mach one.

He mumbled.  "It's not the worst thing in the world."  Jase
was standing next to Charlie and was watching me with a
worried look on his face.  After scrubbing my foot with soap
and water and then drying it off I looked at Jase.

"What's the matter?"

He took a step toward me.  "Don't send him back.  I'll watch
him and see that he doesn't do it again."  He was just short
of crying.  There's no defense against this, when I see Jase
about to cry it brings out every protective parental
instinct.

Pete shoved his head back through the door and gave me a
warning look.

I reached out and pulled Jase to me.  I wrapped my arms
around him lifting him off of the floor.  He wrapped his
legs around my waist and buried his face in my chest.

"I would never send him back, Jase.  He's a member of the
family."  I kissed the side of his head.  "He's your dog and
he's just a puppy.  It's not his fault because we haven't
taught him what he's supposed to do."  I pulled his head off
of my chest and looked into his eyes.

I kissed him again and said.  "Don't worry, Sweetheart.
I'll take care of everything."

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

"Well, Rose you're the dog person!  Whatdya have now, like a
hundred?"

"Eric, I have three.  Three small dogs."

"You sure?  Only three?  God, it seemed like a lot more than
that.  I remember looking down at the floor and just seeing
all this brown fur moving.  Anyway what should I be doing as
far as walking Charlie?"

"Well, Eric you can do the usual feed him and walk him thing
but as far as I'm concerned that's a pain in the butt.
Knowing you you probably didn't notice it but in my back
yard, actually attached to the laundry room door, is this
long slab of concrete with cyclone fencing around it.  The
second that dog's done eating or first thing in the morning
and the last thing at night you put the little critter out
on that slab and let him do his thing.  I keep a garbage can
out there and every couple of days I pooper scoop and toss
it in the garbage can.  Now there's a job that you were made
for."

This sounded too easy.  "And that works?"  I didn't miss
Rose's little jibe but she doing me a favor so I decide to
be nice.

"I got the idea from the breeder.  It's what they do."

"I could do that.  Our laundry room is right next to the
garage but it's also got its own door to the back yard.  How
big does this thing have to be?"

"Well, you got a Weimaraner right?"

"Yep."

"Well that's gonna be a good size dog in about six months.
I would go with maybe six by twenty.  And make sure that
whoever does it puts down good drainage cause you're gonna
be rinsing this thing off a lot."

"So what's this thing gonna cost me?"  I coulda sent this
dog to college instead of buying him.

"Two three grand.  Eric, what the fuck to you care?  Did
they raise the price of jeans?  You don't spend money on
anything and now you got a handsome stud doctor splitting
expenses."

She was right, which, of course, I found irritating.  "Rose,
it costs me a small fortune to live plus I gotta start
thinking about saving for Jase's college."

She laughed.  "Yeah, like your mother hasn't figured all
that out.  She probably finished paying for his college the
day he was born."  Mom does like to think ahead.

"I know, Rose and actually I've been putting money away for
it too."  Not that I'm looking forward to it.  I like Jase
being a little boy.  I try to imagine an adult Jase with a
wife and three kids and decide that I'd rather not think
about it.  "Anyway that's not for a long long time."

Rose was sounding smug.  "It makes ya feel old doesn't' it?"

"No, Rose!  I'm looking forward to Jase growing into a happy
adult.  I just don't think that it should be pushed.  He
grows up when he grows up."

She laughed that sick evil laugh that she has.  "Well,
Honey, at least your boyfriend is a doctor and he'll
probably be able to get you a really great rate at whatever
home your mom decides to send you to."  I can actually see
that happening.

"Rose, don't you have an employee that you're wanting to
fire?"

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

"Eric, for God's sake, pull up your pants!  You look like at
bum.  Don't you own a belt?  I could pick you one up.  Maybe
tomorrow."  She was standing at the stove and mainly
concentrating on her cooking.  Her hands and spoon were
fluttering from pot to pot.

"Mom, I'm wearing a belt.  The jeans are a little big."  How
many times have we had this conversation?

Pete had just walked in through the garage door and slid his
briefcase into the closet and then walked up behind my
mother and kissed her on the forehead.  "Hi, Helen.  Eric
giving you a hard time?"  Oh great now him too?

Without really looking up my mother waved her hand in
dismissal.  "He always looks like such a slob!"

I was opening my mouth to speak when Pete got behind me and
wrapped his left arm around my chest, bit the back of my
neck and groped my butt.  Okay this is better.

Pete spoke to my mom.  "It's because he doesn't have any
hips.  Maybe he could wear suspenders."  Oh yeah, like
that's gonna fucking happen!  He slid his hand up under my
tee shirt and rubbed my stomach and then kissed the back of
my neck.  Mom is oblivious to anything but food.  I'm
beginning to get a hardon and I'm not wearing underwear.
Fortunately the tee shirt is Pete's and I'm pretty sure that
it hangs down far enough to cover my cock unless things
really get outta hand.  Geez I wanna just bend my head back
and kiss him.

I grabbed Pete's hand and pulled him to the laundry room.  I
look up at him and smile.  He's got lust glazed eyes but
nothing gonna happen with mom in the house.

I open the door in the laundry room that leads to the
outside.  "Rose says that we should put a six by twenty
concrete slab here for Charlie."  I explain my conversation
with Rose.

He puts his hands on my waist and then buries his face in my
neck and mumbles.  "That sounds great.  Wish we had
something like that when I had my dog."  He pulls me closer
and shoves his hands down the back of my pants and starts
playing with my butt.  "Damn you smell great!"  Suddenly I
hear the cooking sounds stop and I pull quickly away from
him and spin him around to face the door again.

"So this would be like six feet wide and go out twenty feet
and it would be surrounded by a cyclone fence so that we
could let Charlie out any time we want without having to
worry."  I love it when he grabs my ass.  I love it that he
wants it so bad.

My mom appears at the doorway.  "So what?  You're gonna tear
up the lawn for that dog?"

There's a commotion in the kitchen and I hear little boy
feet and padded puppy paws.  Jase flings himself at Pete who
catches him and lifts him up so that he's holding him
against his chest.  Jase puts his hands on either side of
Pete's face like he wants to be really sure that he's there
that he's real.   In my mind I can feel the stubble on
Pete's face and the warmth of his skin.

I look down at the other puppy, Charlie, who's looking like
somebody should be lifting him up too so I do and am
rewarded by wild licking and squirming.  Puppy breath,
hmmmm, not unlike little boy breath.  It's almost impossible
to believe that any creature can be as happy to have people
paying attention to him as Charlie is, every square inch of
his body is vibrating.

My mother is staring out the laundry room door and finally
looks back at us.  She shrugs, a very Italian thing.
"You're gonna screw up your whole yard you know."

"Mom, this is almost a half acre, I don't think a six by
twenty slab is gonna mean we have to put our lawn chairs on
the roof."

"Your father worked his fingers to the bone on that yard!"

"Mom, he sat in a chair under that tree drinking beer and
yelling directions!"

She shrugged and countered with, "That was the year he hurt
his hip."

Jase senses a threat to Charlie and asks.  "Grandma, don't
you like Charlie?"

She a bit taken aback by this.  "Oh no, Jase, I love puppies
but they're so messy.  Wouldn't you like something neat
like........like a turtle.  Turtles are wonderful animals!
They stay in glass aquariums!"  Oh my god!  This woman knows
nothing about little boys!  Warm and furry always wins.

Jase wraps his right arm around Pete's neck so that he can
lean out and talk to my mother.  Pete's no fool, he's
staying out of it.  And neither is Mom, she waves her hands
in dismissal and returns to her cooking.

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

Finally mom has gone home, dinner is over and we get to be a
family.  Jase has plopped down in front of the television
and Charlie is sleeping next to him.  Pete is curled up at
the other end of our enormous sofa reading a medical
journal.  He's wearing reading glasses that make him look
incredibly sexy.  He's also wearing dark blue sweat pants, a
kinda beatup old white polo shirt and white socks.

I have no one to play with so I decide to attack Jase.  Pete
is absorbed in his journal as I slither off of the sofa onto
the floor and crawl on my belly until I'm within inches of
the back of Jase's head.  "AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHH!'  I scream
into his ear as I grab him and start rolling him over on the
carpeting.  He jumps a foot in sheer terror and then begins
screaming and squirming trying to free himself from my grip
and Charlie is going ballistic, running around and barking
at the top of his young lungs.

This is what fathers are for....scaring the crap out of
their kids.

I carry him screaming over to the sofa where a manically
barking Charlie has already picked the high ground of Pete's
lap to be standing on and drop him along side of him.  This
is really were you need a patient boyfriend but I guess that
being a doctor Pete has learned how to stay calm and he does
now too.  He actually seems to enjoy it!

He cuddles Jase and Charlie until they both calm down and
their breathing returns to normal.

Jase yells at me.  "Dad, you're not suppose to scare kids!"

I smile at him.  "Jase, that can't be right.  Are you sure
about that?"

Jase spoke from the comfort of Pete's arms, his head lying
back against Pete's chest.  "I'm SURE, Dad!  Besides, you
scared Charlie too."

I knee walked over to them and rested my arms on Pete's
knees.  I kissed Jase.  "I'm sorry kiddo, I probably
shouldn't have scared you."

"You gotta kiss Charlie too."

I look at Charlie and say.  "Okay but no tongues."

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

I throw my towel over the towel rack and walk naked into our
bedroom.  Pete's lying on his back with a pillow under his
head.  Like he usually is, he's reading.  I had no idea how
much doctors have to read.

I crawl onto the bed and lay my head on his stomach with my
left hand over his legs.  I don't touch his cock, even
though it's mighty inviting, because I know that he has to
concentrate on what he's reading.  This is life and death
shit, for someone anyway.  Without stopping he rests his
left hand on the back of my neck and massages the skin with
his thumb.  It's a peaceful moment and I feel loved.

After ten minutes Pete sets down his article and pulls me up
so that I'm lying directly on top of him.  He kisses me hard
and shoves his tongue into my mouth.   I pull my knees up
and straddle Pete's hips.  His hands are on my back
caressing it and then they move down to my butt and the tips
of his fingers pass lightly over my asshole.  His left hand
grabs his cock and he moves it against my butt.  I put spit
on my fingers and reach back and lube myself.

He looks at my eyes and smiles.  "No lube?"

I grin grimly back at him.  "I can do it......but go slow."

Pete positions his cock and his hips push slightly forward
as I push very slowly backward.  It's not what I'm used to
but it's not like impossible either and as he pops through I
let go of the breath I was holding.  I look down at him and
his mouth is open in a gasp.

Pete says.  "Holy cow that's oh fucking incredible!"

He's moving freely inside of my now, opening me up and I
can't help but think about how this must look, his thick
cock up my ass and those huge nuts swinging.  This hot man
breeding little ole me.  Like a cow in a field or a bitch
dog in a vacant lot.  Those big cum filled balls waiting to
dump their load into me.  I love Pete but I'm not thinking
about love now, I'm thinking about sex, about his brain
crazed with lust and him using my body as a place to dump
his seed.  Love will come later, minutes from now when he's
done with my ass and in need of my mind and my love,
intimacy will be here soon but now, this moment is for
physical need for breeding.