Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2005 19:24:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 34

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From the previous chapter:
He turns his head and says, "Lucky?"

"Yeah.  After talking to Brad it made me think.  Sometimes
you can think things are going the way you want and then at
some point you realize that maybe it's more than you can
handle."  I touched his face with my fingers and traced the
line of his lips.  "But....every day that we're together I
just love you more."

He started to speak but I gently put my fingers on his lips
to stop him.  "You surprise me every day with how smart you
are and kind and loving."

His eyes began to tear up and he started to speak.
"Eric....."

I stopped him again and then slid my hand between his legs
and started to play with his butt.  Finally I said,
"Remember the lesson of the anchovies.  Ya gotta be ready to
try new things."

He started to laugh and then suddenly rolled my over on my
back and slid between my legs.  He held my head in his hands
while he kissed me.  His knees were spreading my legs and he
whispered, "I got something right here that I want ya to
try."


                    The Good Doctor 34

Pete and Jase were lying on their stomachs on the floor in
front of the television.  They were talking quietly and
sometimes Pete would laugh and sometimes Jase would laugh
and sometimes Jase would laugh and touch Pete's shoulder
with his finger like he was making a point.  Actually it was
more adult than most of the conversations that I have at
work.

Pete was wearing grey sweatpants and a white tee shirt.  I
knew that he wasn't wearing underwear because I could see
his cock running down his left leg and forming an outline in
the cloth.  I was also noticing how the gray fabric
contoured itself to his butt.  He's got a narrow waist and
really muscular butt.  I think about his butt a lot.

Jase was kicking his legs up and down in the way that little
boys do when they're lying there watching TV.  Pete was
asking him about his day and Jase was asking Pete about his
day.  I know that he loves Jase and even if I wasn't there
he'd be doing the same thing.  It's one of the ways that he
connects with Jase and Jase eats it up.  If Pete's has had a
bad day he'll tell Jase that he's had a bad day and
sometimes if something bad has happened he'll tell Jase that
something happened that made him sad.  He never tells Jase
stuff that will make Jase sad though and he never names
names.  I hate that!  I wanna know who's doing what to who
and don't leave out any details.  But Pete is like that, he
never crosses the line, probably a good thing in a doctor.

Pete rolls onto his side props his head up on his hand and
smiles at me.  "We got anything for dinner?"

"It's warming in the microwave as we speak.  Chicken
cacciatore.  There's even a salad so that our little friend
here gets his veggies."

Jase came over and leaned on my knee.  "Am I your little
friend, Dad?"

"You sure are fella."  I held out my hand and touched the
top of his head.  "But not so little anymore, you're getting
bigger."

Jase touched the top of his head and looked at me.  "Taller,
Dad?"

I patted his stomach and laughed.  "And fatter too."

He giggled.  "I'm not gettin fatter, Dad.  Grandma says that
I'm gonna look just like you."

Pete had knee walked over to the sofa and wrapped his arms
around Jase from behind and whispered in his ear while his
sparkling blue eyes rose to meet mine.  "And that's a good
thing, Jase, cause your Dad's a handsome guy."  I give em
ten bucks a month to say stuff like that.

I pull Jase to me and bury my face in his neck.  I love the
smell of him, the clean little boy smell and I could happily
hold him for the rest of the evening but he'd go nuts and
think that I'm even weirder than I am.  When I was a kid I
never realized that parents felt this way about kids.  In an
Italian family you're never far from a hug when you're a
kid, of course you're never far from getting yelled at
either.  You just had to learn to filter.

I ruffle Jase's hair and say, "I look like grandpa and you
look like me.  That seems fair doesn't it?"  Pete is sitting
on the floor cross-legged and since he hasn't shaved since
this morning he's beginning to show a five o'clock shadow.
It makes him look really hot and my mind wanders to the
thought of his cock flopping around in those loose sweat
pants.

Pete kneels in front of the sofa and put his arm on my leg
and says, "My mom wants us to come to dinner on Saturday.  I
told her that I thought that that'd be okay."

I smile at him.  "Yeah, that'd be great!"  A lie.  I groan
hugely inside.

In the past Italian families like ours used to hang out with
other Italian families.  I can kinda remember the tail end
of this from when I was a kid but my grandfather had been
the first one in our family to move out of an urban Italian
neighborhood and move to a small town that was not
fundamentally Catholic and had very few Italians living in
it.

Then when his daughter, my mom, married a non-Italian who
happened to have a good head for business but who needed
money Grandpa who never wasted a dime knew that he had a
chance to make a good investment and loaned my dad the money
to start his company.  But there always seems to be this
little voice in the back of my mind just like it was in the
back of my Grandpa's mind that somehow we really didn't
belong.  When we go to Pete's house there's some of this
running around in the back of my brain.  It's probably less
than my grandpa would have felt and Jase doesn't seem to
feel it at all.

Pete's family on the other hand always belonged.  Following
in his father's footsteps Pete went to Harvard then interned
at Massachusetts General until returning to his hometown to
practice.  His dad would have loved him to stay in Boston
and become a world famous cardiologist like he is but he
accepted Pete's decision to become a family practice doctor
in a small town.  Pete has told me and I'm sure that he's
told his dad that he wants to practice medicine where the
rubber meets the road and that, according to him, is family
practice.  But frankly when it comes to belonging it
wouldn't have mattered if he lived in a tent in the back
yard of the family home and sold unmarked jars of honey to
passing cars.  He still would have belonged.

Pete's eyes hold mine and he smiles slightly and says,
"It'll be okay."

Jase tears his eyes from the TV and twists in my arms.
"Dad, I gotta pee."

I keep holding onto him but say, "S'okay, go ahead."

He giggles and squirms.  "Dad, I gotta pee in the bathroom!"

I look at him quizzically.  "Ya don't wanna pee here?"

Jase groans in disgust at how dumb his dad can be as he
slides from my arms to the floor and then hurries off to
tend to his problem.

Pete looks up at me again and then pulls me gently off of
the sofa and into his arms. His voice is filled with love
and concern.  He whispers.  "Don't be nervous about my
parents."  I rest my chin on his shoulder and sigh as his
arms tighten around me.

I turn my head slightly and kiss the side of his face.  "I'm
gonna get a bumper sticker that says, "I love my doctor."

                                                 -----------
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I stagger into the kitchen after a day of being yelled at by
assholes while fighting with the assholes who are suppose to
be helping me deal with the other assholes and I'm beat.  I
drop my briefcase next to the kitchen table and lay my arms
on the table and my head on my arms.

My mother comes bustling in from the living room with a
cloth in her hand and a cloud of lemon Pledge following her.
She sits down at the table and then, after a moment, she
scoots her chair over so that she's even closer to me.  She
hasn't said anything but I'm getting the feeling that I'm
being stalked.

She reaches out and gently touches my arm with her
fingertips.  "Had a bad day, Sweetheart?  Hmm?  What you
need is a nice cold beer!  Lemme get it."  She's up in a
flash and burrowing into the refrigerator.  Her head is
still in there but she calls to me.  "You want regular beer
or ale?  I got you both.  It's that good ale that you like."

What the fuck has she done?

I yell to her.  "Ma?  Jase is okay isn't he?"

Her head pops out of the fridge for a second and she's all
smiles.  "He's fine, Sweetheart!  He's in his room watching
his little TV."  She ducks back into the fridge and rummages
around.

"Ma, you didn't kill Dad did ya?"

She comes out of the refrigerator giggling and with armloads
of covered dishes and a bottle of Goose Island Ale.  She
ignores the question but pours the ale and brings it over to
me.

"You just sip your ale, Sweetheart and I'm gonna make you
something to nibble on."

What the fuck has she done?

"Mom, while you're doin that I'm gonna change clothes."  I
take my ale and head for our bedroom.

She calls after me.  "Put on something
comfortable......those jeans you like."  Oh God!

I slip into my room and strip down to my boxers and then
stick my head into Jase's room where he's sitting watching
this little TV that my dad gave him and wearing headphones.
I tap him on the shoulder and he jumps a little but then
takes off the earphones stands up on his bed and throws
himself at me like he doesn't have a fear in the world that
he'll be caught.  I catch him and hug him to me while I walk
back into my bedroom with him hanging onto my neck and his
legs wrapped around my waist.

"How was your day, Kiddo?"  I take a sip of my ale.

"Good, Dad, we had exercises today and I was best."  The
school that he goes to calls gym class exercise class which
I think is stupid but there ya go.  He pulls my hand with
the glass of ale to him and I let him try a sip.  He makes
what my Grandma used to call a "moose" a face, that wasn't
actually the word but with her accent that's what it sounded
like.

I smile at him.  "Don't like the taste?"

"It tastes kinda funny, Dad.  I dunno whether I like it or
not."

"When you get older it'll taste better.  It's a bitter taste
but that starts tasting good."

I get up and grab my jeans off of the chair and pull em on
and then slip on a sweatshirt.  Normally I'd take a shower
first but I gotta figure out what Ma did with the body of
whoever it was that she murdered.

"Jase, what's Grandma been doin?"

He goes for another sip of the ale.  "We went shopping and
then she cooked stuff."

"Did she ask you any questions?"

He nods vigorously.  "Grandma always asks me questions."

I pull Jase onto my lap and ask, "What'd Grandma ask you
today?"

"She asked me if I got enough underwear?"

"Anything else?"

"She asked me if you know how to wash clothes?  But I told
her I didn't know cause I never saw you do it."

"Nothing else?"

Jase laid his head back against my chest and rolled it
around.

"She asked about Pete's mom.  She asked why we were goin to
Pete's mom's house for dinner."  Bingo!

Jase pulled his feet up and crossed his legs in a way that
would make a Chiropractor cringe and said, "I like Pete's
mom.  Do ya think that Pete's mom will let me ride a pony?"

I kissed his neck and he squirmed but I held him tight.
"Sure, Jase.  Jase, you can do anything there that you want.
Pete'll let you do anything as long as it isn't dangerous."

"It's his mom and dad's house."

"Well, yeah but it's still gonna be okay, it's kinda his
house too and if you wanna ride the pony just tell Pete."

"You mean like this is kinda my house too?"  He holds my
sweatshirt and uses it to rub something out of his eye.
It's like I'm a fixture.

"Yep, it is your house.  But I wouldn't let you drive the
car or anything cause you're just a little boy but Pete's a
grown man so his mom and dad'll let him do about anything."

Jase twisted around until he was facing me and ended up
pushing me backwards on the bed while he sat on my stomach
and then leaned forward and planted his elbows on my chest
and rested his chin in his hands.  I wasn't sure where this
was headed but I knew that it was a "let's get dad's
undivided attention" move.  I pulled a pillow over and
propped my head up on it.  I put my hands on Jase's arms.

"What's up, Kiddo?"

Jase looked up at the ceiling while he bounced up and down
on my stomach.  "Jase, don't bounce."  Finally he laid his
head down on my chest and I was pretty sure we were getting
to the point.

"Dad?"

"That's me!"

"Is it true that a boy has to kiss a girl if she wants him
to?"  The beginning of the end!

"Who wants you to kiss em?"

He mumbles into my sweatshirt.  "Kathy Ryan."  I kiss the
top of his head.

"You don't wanna kiss her?"

"All the guys'll make fun of me."

I hold Jase to my chest while I sit up and wiggle over and
lean against the headboard.  I wanna make sure that he
understands.  "Jase, you don't ever have to do anything like
that that you don't wanna do.  Understand?"  I lift him off
of my chest so that I can see his face.  "And I don't mean
just with Kathy, I mean with anyone...ever.  That's not
something that other people get to decide for you, that's
something that only you get to decide."

I hold his face gently in my hands.  "You know how I
sometimes tell you that something that you wanna do isn't
something that you get to decide?"  He nods.  "Well this is
something that you always get to decide no matter who is
asking you."

"So what should I tell her?"

"Just tell her no, Jase.  You don't have to be mean but it's
really really important that with stuff like this that you
only do stuff that you really want to do."  God, if he only
knew how much more there is to it!"

He smiles at me.  "I'll tell her but she's gonna be mad."

I put my hands on his waist.  "That's just tough, Kiddo,
it's not up to her."  Now come on let's go put Grandma outta
her misery."

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I was lying naked on our bed spread-eagled on my stomach.
The lamp on the nightstand was throwing a soft dim warm
light onto the sheets that were crumbled up where my hands
had been digging into them.  I felt content and
well.....open.

A moment later Pete was using a warm wet washcloth to clean
the lube off of my butt.  When he finished that he rolled me
over and did the same thing to my cock and balls, his own
dick was still pretty hard.

I took his hand and pulled him down on top of me.  He
settled in with his hips and legs between my legs and
supporting his upper body on his elbows.  He looked into my
eyes and then kissed me slowly with his tongue pushing its
way into my mouth.
I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist fully
aware of where this path could lead us.

Pete leaned over me and then lay down on top of me while he
shoved his arms underneath me and wrapped me up.  He was
nibbling on the side of my neck as his now totally hard cock
began to slowly enter me again.  I reached back and held his
huge balls in my hand as he moved forward.

He looked down at me with those clear blue eyes and asked,
"Feel good, Babe?"  I sighed and nodded yes.

He kissed my chin and then my mouth as the rhythm of his
fucking picked up.  I tilted my head back into the mattress
as he was getting to the point where I wanted to scream from
the pleasure.  I ran my hands up his thighs that were
planted in an almost vee formation so that he'd have total
control.  I slipped my hand under him again and felt his
balls and where I was stretched around his cock.

He whispered throatily in my ear, "This the way you like it,
Babe?  I doin it the way you want?"  I answered him by
tightening around his cock hard enough to cause him to gasp.

Pete's balls were swinging steadily but I grabbed them and
held them as he fucked me and all that I could think of was
those two big guys getting ready to pump their load into me.

Pete sat up right and putting his hands under my knees
pushed them back against my chest.  I held them there as he
began making long deep strokes into me and then reached
forward and started slowly jerking my hard cock.  I grasped
his thighs and held on as my orgasm built and besides it
felt like I was being turned inside out in the best possible
way.  Pete looked like he was just finishing running a world-
class mile and orgasms were only a few gasping breaths away.

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

After cleaning me up again I laid my head on Pete's chest
while I ran my fingers through his chest hair.

"Did, Jase ask you about the pony?"

Pete's fingers were tracing the outline of my ear.  "Yep.
It's no problem.  Why did he think it would be?  He seemed
really worried about it."

"Beats me.  Sometimes he gets a little insecure maybe it's
that.  Plus he really hasn't gotten to know your mom all
that well.  He'll be okay."

"He told me what you told him about Kathy Ryan and the whole
kissing thing."  He kissed the top of my head.  "That was a
good thing to tell him.  I told him that it meant touching
too.  I'm pretty sure that he gets it."

I sighed.  "This is gonna go from kissing to dating to
fucking to going off to college to getting married to moving
away.  It's the beginning of the end."

Pete ran his fingers through my hair and laughed.  "I'm glad
you're taking this well."