Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 13:46:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 37

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From the previous chapter:
Once we got on the other side of a pillar and outta sight of
the table I slipped Jimmy a fifty and my business card.
"Thanks, Jimmy but your boss is gonna go apeshit.  You tell
the fucker to call me at this number and I'll explain that
it wasn't your fault."

Jimmy looked relieved and then looked deep into my eyes and
said,  "Is there like any fucking way that.....?"

I slowly shook my head and squeezed the back of his neck.
"Sorry, Kiddo but I'm like sooooo fucking in love with the
blond dude."

He sighed and turned away.  He glanced back and said, "Ya
know....like if it doesn't work out...or something."

I shook my head again and said softly, "Your guy is out
there waiting for ya somewhere, Jimmy."

He looked desperate.  "But when?"

"When you least expect it."


                        The Good Doctor 37

After the dinner we decided to just say "Fuck it!" and drive
home, so we made a quick trip to the room to change clothes
and then piled into the car.

It was dark out and except for the freeway lights, the
flashes of headlights from other cars and the dashboard
lights, things in the car were pretty dark.  I rolled my
head towards Pete who, of course, was driving.

"So you're still mad about the dinner?"

Pete reached over and took my hand and squeezed it.  "I'm
not really mad about that.  It just kinda took me by
surprise.  Besides, Patti's always been a bitch and she's
always felt that she could throw herself at me whenever she
felt like it.  I'm not sure what she thinks the word gay
means."  He laughed.  "She told me once that she thought it
was a phase.  But I do feel sorry for Nate, he's a good guy
and she certainly shouldn't have said what she said to you
and she sure as hell shouldn't have thrown that drink in
your face."  Actually, since it got us outta there early I
thought it was worth it.

He glanced at me.  "You didn't like Thornton did you?"

"Pete, he's a prick!  I hate when people with position and
money use it to make working people feel like shit."  I
looked at Pete and then realized my mistake.  "Not that you
and all doctors don't work cause I know how fucking hard you
work."  He smiled.

Pete turned his head and grinned at me.  "You noticed?"

"Yep."  I turned a bit in my seat to face him.  "So you're
mad about Jimmy?  Cause I didn't do anything with him, he's
just a lonely young guy."

Pete grinned tightly.  "He's a horny young guy who wants to
fuck you!"

I laid my head back against the seat and stared at the roof
of the car for a moment and then turned to look at Pete.
"Hey, you fuck me like what..a hundred times a week?"

Pete looked at me and smiled at the exaggeration.
"Something like that."

"So where do ya think that I'd find the time or strength
to...stray?  I'd have to be like, Super Fag."

"I know that you don't stray and I do trust you.  Really I
do!  It's just.....when you were walking out of that pool
with your hair all wet and black and the water dripping off
your body.  God!  I've never seen anything so fucking hot in
my life!"  He was slowly shaking his head.  "I wanted to
attack you myself.  I can just imagine what was going
through Jimmy's mind and everyone else's.  Everyone around
that pool had their eyes glued to you. "  I could feel his
body tensing and his voice got a little louder.  "You know
that bathing suit becomes practically transparent when it
gets wet!"

"Pete, I'll throw it out.  I mean I never noticed the whole
transparent thing.  I never look at myself."

He smiled and said slowly,  "Don't do that.  Just wear it
only when we're alone."

"That'll make you hot?"  I smiled.

"Oh yeah."

We were both silent for a while.  I turned to look at him
and smiled.  "Ever had anyone beat off in your BMW, Doctor?"

He looked at me with his mouth open as I was popping open my
jeans and dragging the zipper down.

"Eric!"   His voice was choked.  "What are you doing?  You
can't!"

"Pay attention to the road, Pete."  And he was wrong,
actually I could and I pushed my Levi's and my underwear
down to my knees.  My cock sprang up and slapped my stomach
as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it aside.

Pete's voice was almost crazed.  I figured that it was part
of my job to keep him that way.  "Eric, what are you doing?"

"Moving my shirt outta the way so that the cum doesn't
splatter on it."

"Oh fuck!"  Pete kept looking from the road to me and
finally reached over with his right hand and ran it down my
chest to my cock.

I leaned my head back against the seat while I turned to
look at him.  "Sweetheart, you need to keep your eyes on the
road.  Wouldn't want the EMT's to find me like this if we
had an accident."  I grabbed my hard cock and shook it.

His voice was tense.  "Eric!  What if we get a ticket?  What
if we get stopped?"

"Sweetheart, don't speed and everything'll be fine."

I groaned and he shot me a look.  I asked him.  "Wanna know
what I'm doing?

`No!  Yes!  What?"

I groaned again.  "I'm leaking a lotta precum and I'm
rubbing it around the head of my dick....and thinking about
how much I like to suck yours."  I scooped up a fingerful of
precum and held it out to him.  "Wanna taste it?"

He shook his head and laughed.  "You little fuck!  No!"

I smiled at him.  "Awww, come on, Pete.  You know you want
to, besides this precum wouldn't be here if I wasn't
thinking about your cock."

His tongue flicked out and slurped up my finger.  I shoved
it into his mouth and he sucked on it greedily.

I pulled my finger out of his mouth slowly and said, "Sorry
but I need this hand."  I shifted down lower into the seat.
"I'm using the other one to finger my hole."

He put both arms on top of the steering wheel and laid his
forehead on them for a second.  He just said, "Oh fuck!"

My voice was soft but I made sure that it was loud enough
for him to hear.  I was slowly beating off.  "When I shove
my finger in I think about Friday night and how it felt when
you were in me.  How it felt to have your balls slapping
against my ass as your big dick plowed into me.  And then
the next morning when I was a little sore and swollen and
you pushed past that and fucked me for a third time.  That
was the best.  My finger isn't anywhere near as big as your
cock but it reminds me how it felt to be fucked by you.  To
feel like you owned me, like your big dick was just taking
what belonged to it already.  And then when you came in me,
feeling that huge load of sperm being shot into my hot butt
like you do all the time cause I belong to you and you can
fuck me whenever you want."

My own words were getting to me making me hotter and hotter
because he does pretty much fuck me whenever he wants to and
reliving that feeling of giving up control and feeling him
fucking me is overloading all my circuits.

I feel Pete reaching over and his finger slides into my hole
next to mine and I pull my finger out while his pushes
deeply into me.  I look over at him through lust filled eyes
and ask, "You able to drive?"  He groans and nods yes.  I
clench my muscles so that his finger is putting more
pressure on my prostate.

 I shut my eyes tight and concentrate on all the things a
doctor knows about a prostate and what he's doing with that
knowledge.  It's just like this morning when his dick was
pounding into me and pretty soon I can feel my hips lifting
off the seat and I shout,  "Oh fuck I'm cumming!"

As my cum landed on my chest I looked at Pete and he was
hanging onto the steering wheel with one hand while he
shouted and his body started to spasm.  "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!
Oh fuck!"  His body jerked with each expletive and then
slowly settled with minor tremors shaking him with
diminishing strength.

Finally he pulled his finger out of me and slowly settled in
his seat.  He looked over at me and shuddered. "Ohhh fuck!
Fuck that hasn't happened in a long time!"  Then after a
minute.  "You need to be spanked!

I grinned.  "Big talk for a guy who just shot off in his
pants."

He shook his head slowly.  "What are you doing with that
mess?"

I laughed.  "Actually I was tasting it.  Wanna try it?"

He shook his head again and laughed.  "You little fuck!"  He
sighed and said, "I don't mind it when it's fresh from the
source but not cold."  Actually I felt the same way.

I sat up took my shirt off and used it to clean up the
remainder of the mess.  "Well that made the time pass."
Even in the dim light of the car I could see a huge wet spot
on his pants and said, "I guess if we stop someplace you
won't be going in."  The car reeked of fresh sex.  He was
grinning and shaking his head again.

I reached over and took his hand in mine.  "You haven't
forgotten that I fuckin love you have ya?"

He laughed and pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it.
"Nope."

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

On Sunday morning my mom's house is all about
food......that's all about food in more of a way than you
can imagine.  In mom's mind this meal has to last you for a
week or at least until she sees you next.

My mother was still in her bathrobe, actually she's still in
her bathrobe until about 1:00, and when she sees us she runs
to Pete and throws her arms around his neck.  My dad rolls
his eyes.

Pete's hugging her back and trying to answer questions that
are more rhetorical than anything else,  "Sweetheart, how
was your conference?  Did you have a good talk with the
other doctors?"

She turned her head to me as I was scooping up Jase and asks
me,  "You didn't do anything did you?"

I blew a raspberry on Jase's neck and he squirmed wildly.
"Mom!  What would I do?  I ate dinner."

Jase looks at me and says, "Whatdya do?"

I took a bite of the piece of toast that he still had in his
hand, kissed the side of face leaving a butter mark and
asked him, "What are you, CIA?"

While Pete is expanding my mother's horizons I sit at the
kitchen table at Jase's seat with him on my lap.  My dad is
eating scrambled eggs.  My dad looks up at me and smiles.
It's a weird smile, almost a secret smile and needless to
say I don't get it.

In between bits of toast and eggs he asks,  "You done with
inventory?"

I shake my head no.  "Monday."

He reaches out and grabs my wrist with a surprisingly strong
grip.  "I know you hate doing inventory.  I didn't much like
it myself but it's important.  Do it carefully.  Cause if
you don't really know what's there you don't know anything.
Got it?"

His hand is hot on my wrist and some little part of me
wishes that he'd wrap his arms around me but it only lasts
for a second and instead of that happening I kiss Jase.

Jase is wearing his little boy pajamas, blue with some sort
of spacecraft printed on them.  He's so warm and alive.  I
whisper a question in his ear.

"You were a good boy?"  He keeps eating and nods yes.

Then in that disconcerting way that little kids have he
pokes his finger at me and asks with a big smile, "Were you
a good boy?"

I act shocked that he'd even ask such a thing and in a way
while I'm not shocked I am kinda embarrassed.  "Me?  I was a
very good boy!"  I can see my dad smiling into his coffee
cup but he doesn't say anything.  Yes, I was thinking about
the sex and I was an extremely good boy!

My mom comes bustling back to the table talking a mile a
minute.  "Okay, eat!  I got scrambled eggs, waffles,
sausages, bacon, toast and hash browns and grapefruit."  She
looks at me and says, "I got some pasta too....from last
night...you want me to heat it up?"  She pushes Pete into a
seat.

As soon as Pete is there Jase bales on me and climbs unasked
unto his lap.  Well I don't really blame em for that.  I
mean I've done the same thing myself.

I'm confining my breakfast to sausage and start munching on
another one while I tell my dad, "They're commin Thursday to
break ground.  Your guy whathisname says they'll be finished
by the first of the year."

He points at me with his fork and say, "I heard.  Eric,
don't go hiring extra people till you see what's what.  You
know what I mean?"

"Yeah, Pop."  Fuck!  I haven't called him that in years!  He
smiles but doesn't look up.  Funny, when my dad is talking
my mother doesn't interrupt.  Why didn't I ever notice that?

Jase grabs on like a terrier.  "Pop?"

My dad reaches over with one of his huge hands and ruffles
Jase's hair.  "Your dad used to call me Pop.  You know, like
Dad or Father, just another name."  I can see Jase
processing this information and I wonder how long it'll
take.

He looks at me and grins.  "Pop..Pops...Poppie."  It's new
and he doesn't push it but he will.  I look at Jase and then
Pete.  Pete smiles.  I decide to change the subject.

"Mom, I gotta buy a bathing suit.  Where'd you get that last
one?"

She puts her hand on my arm.  "I'll get you one,
Sweetheart."

Pete suddenly says, "Uh, that's okay Helen, we gotta go to
the mall anyway."  He gives her a loopy smile.  "Uh, I gotta
get ties too."

She's thinking.  "I'm sure that I got it at that sporting
goods store next to the book store."  She waves her fork.
"Nathan's or Nate's or something like that.  They were very
nice.  He was a very nice young man.  He wanted to know
where you swam and he helped me pick out the color.  If you
still go to school they got the one with the school colors.
Maybe he's still there.  He was very good."

I glance at Pete and smile.  And then I asked my mom, "Ma
will you watch this young guy for a bit long while we go to
the mall?"

She looks surprised.  "Of course, Honey!"

Jase looked at me and frowned.  "Dad, I wanna go to the
mall!"

"Next time, Kiddo.  We're running in and out.  We'll be back
here in and hour."

It was called Nathan's and I dragged Pete into it.

"Why don't you give up swimming? You could take up
handball."  I didn't even respond to that.

"Pete you can pick out the suit!  But nothing baggy huh?
It's really harder to swim."  I grinned.  "Maybe that sales
clerk that mom talked about could help."

"Eric, I'm not letting some teenage sales clerk ogle you as
you try on bathing suits."

"I don't see....well actually any sales people.....but
that's okay.  There's the swim suits let's take a look."

He held up a little Speedo on a hangar and whispered slowly,
"No fucking way!"

"It'd look a lot bigger with me in it.....if ya get what I
mean.  Besides it's black.  Nobody'd see thru that guy."  I
snatched it outta his hands.

"Wait, Eric!  What about these?"

"Yeah right!  Me wearing those and pushing my walker towards
the pool."

"Eric!  You said that I could pick it out!"  Shit!  Me and
my big mouth.

My shoulders slumped.  "Okay.  But I gotta try em on cause
I'm telling you that these won't look as bad as you think.
Will ya at least look at em?"

"Yes!  Eric, I'm not trying to be unreasonable."  He brought
his face close to mine and stared into my eyes.  "I don't
think that it's unreasonable for me to not wanna share your
body with the rest of the world."

Okay that actually made me kinda hot.  "Okay, Pete, you pick
out three and I'll pick out three and then I'll try em on
and you can pick.  See if you can find a clerk so that we
don't get accused of trying to shop lift."

Two minutes later he came back dragging a teenager wearing a
nametag along with him.   He finally pulled his arm away
from Pete, glared at him and pointed to a row of doors.
"Those are the fitting rooms."  He looked at the suits that
I was holding.  "Six of em?"  I nodded yes and walked to the
first door with both of them following me.

He looked at Pete nervously and said to me, "He goin in with
ya?"

I leaned towards him and grinned.  "He's my doctor.  Ahhhh
I've got...well unusually large....ah equipment and well he
wants to make sure that I'm getting enough support."  I
meant it as a joke for chrisake.

Pete grabbed the suits outta my hand and shoved a bunch of
cash into the clerks hand and said, "Okay!  That's enough of
that!  We'll take em all and try em at home."

The clerks head was swiveling from Pete to me then Pete
turned him around by the shoulders and said,  "Will you
please just ring the damn things up?"

The kid just looked up at him with his mouth open and then
seemed to pull it together.  "Okay!  Geez!  I wasn't perving
on the dude!  There's no reason to get physical."  He took
off for the register while trying to keep track of where
Pete was.

Pete turned to me.  "And you!  After Jason gets tucked
lovingly into bed tonight you are gonna get that pretty
little butt of yours fucked to within an inch of your life!"

I looked up into his flaming blue eyes and smiled.  "You
also said something about my needing a spanking."

He just shook his head slowly and said, "And you are so
going to get one."