Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2005 14:17:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 38

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From the previous chapter:
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."


                         The Good Doctor 38

It's Sunday night and for Jase that means British comedies.
Don't ask me how a six year old gets hooked on Mollie Sugden
it just happens.  Personally I'm a Judi Dench fan but Jase
likes his humor a little more slapstick.  Pete is lying
there with him and even managing to look interested as Jase
explains the plot to him of "Are You Being Served".   Since
the program is on six times over a weekend in our area Jase
is at the point where he's seen these episodes so many times
that he can speak the lines along with the actors.

At nine o'clock they both get up and Jase runs over and
throws himself at me on the sofa.  Pete stands and stretches
and his sweatshirt rides up revealing his hard abs and his
faded jeans reveal his lack of underwear.  I ignore that for
the moment and wrap my arms around Jase and roll over onto
my side with him shrieking in my arms.

"So grandma didn't beat ya or anything while we were gone?"

He shook his head no.  "Grandma cooked."

"She didn't try to cook you did she?"

"Dad!  No!"

I kiss his nose.  "Sometimes she gets carried away."

He fought a yawn and rested the side of his head on my arm.
I rolled off of the sofa with Jase in my arms signaling Pete
with my eyes and we head for Jase's bedroom.

"I don't wanna go to bed, Dad."

"How come?"

He yawns and says, "I'm not tired.  I wanna watch tv."

Five minutes later a pajama clad little boy is lying in
between Alan's giant emerald green paws and fading fast.
Pete and I both kiss him and ease out of the room walk back
into the living room and lie down on the sofa.  We're lying
on our sides with our legs intertwined, our crotches pressed
together and our lips just inches apart.

I run my tongue lightly over Pete's lips and then ask him,
"So what were you guys talking about?"

He gets an odd look on his face.  "We were talking about
what he wanted to be when he grows up."

I smile and kiss his chin.  "Still with the doctor thing?"

"He talks about it."  Pete gets this defensive look on his
face.  "Honest, Eric, I didn't try and talk him into this.
Anyway he's only six."

I snuggle even closer to him and I can feel myself getting
hard.  "Well he's gotta be something might as well be a
doctor."

"I just don't want you to think that I'm pushing it."  God
those eyes are blue!

I grin at him.  "You really think that I'd be upset if he
turned out like you?  Besides you can't begin to imagine how
thrilled my mother would be."

I move my hand down to his rock hard ass and hold him in
place while I push my crotch even harder into his.  "You
think that your dad would be willing to do the pony thing
again?"

I see the flash of bad memories cross his face for a second.
"Sure he'd love to.  How come?"

"You think your dad would be willing to talk to a six year
old about being a doctor, you know kinda encourage him?"

Pete was beginning to grin broadly.  "He sure as hell would
in this case!"

I shove my arm under him so that I can wrap my arms around
him.  His knee is between my legs and he presses it up
slightly so that it's in firm contact with my balls.  I kiss
him and press my tongue into his mouth for a moment.

I whisper into his mouth.  "I promise not to freak out this
time.  But, Pete, the other thing is that if he changes his
mind and he may, we gotta not give him any grief over it.
It's gotta be what he wants."

He looked deep into my eyes and said, "I'd die before I let
anything hurt him."

Changing the mood I sat up and said, "Let's take a shower."

He gave me a quizzical look.

I climbed over him and taking his hand pulled him up.
"Follow me my little sex machine."  The bulge in those faded
Levi's had grown to dramatic proportions.

He was rolling his eyes and feigning reluctance but he let
me pull him to the bedroom where his dick almost put my eye
out when I peeled those jeans down.

I turned him towards the bathroom and pushed, which by the
way is like me pushing against a mountain cause he's like
almost a foot taller and fifty pounds heavier than me.

"Go in and turn on the shower and I'll be in a minute."

He gave me one of those "What the fuck is he doing now?"
looks but he went in and got into the shower while I
stripped down quickly and pulled the infamous transparent
bathing suit out of my top drawer got it wet in the bathroom
sink and pulled in on.  Well, it wasn't really transparent
but now that I looked at it I could see what he was saying.
It was almost like a photographic negative where stuff was
highlighted that normally wouldn't be, but still..was it
that big of a deal?

I got into the shower with him and said, "This is what you
were so upset about?"

He looked me up and down and grinned.  "Eric, you don't see
it?"

"Well I see it a little, I was just looking in the mirror
and stuff kinda gets highlighted but geez it's not like I'm
naked or anything."

He gave me a look and then said, "Wait a minute." He jumped
out of the shower and a second later came back with a round
shaving mirror.

"Stand under the shower and get that wet."  He stood there
with the mirror facing me.

"Holy shit!"  It wasn't that the suit just needed to be wet
it needed to be drenched.  Damn!  I'd wanna fuck me too!
Somehow this was even worse than transparent!  What's more
nobody could wear this without looking like they wanted to
get fucked because from behind it was even worse.  No wonder
all those guys at the gym were always watching."

Pete was standing there with a hardon and a smug look, both
of which I liked.

I looked up at him and said, "Okay!  Don't look so smug.
You win."

He dashed out and put the mirror away but was back in
seconds.  He looked me up and down.

He bent his head down and growled darkly in my ear.  "Face
the wall!"  Oh my!

I put my hands on the tile wall and spread my legs a little
but he pulled my hands even higher and held both of my
wrists in one hand.  He used his other hand to move the back
of the skimpy bathing suit down just under my butt so that
my cock and balls were still in the suit and the back of the
waist band was under my butt.

He whispered in my ear again.  "You really have been a bad
boy the last few days haven't you?"

I mumbled, "Yes."  Actually I had worked really hard at it.
I thought about how big his hands were and pushed my butt
back a little.  My cock felt like it was gonna  go off like
a hydrogen bomb.  This was gonna be great and quick!

His hands gripped my wrist more tightly as his other hand
came down on my ass.

Whack! "Unnngg!"  Oh fuck!  I shot into my bathing suit.

Whack!  "Unnngg!"  Oh fuck!

Whack!  "Unnngg!"  Oh fuck!

When he stopped he said, "Don't move."  Actually I couldn't
with my hands being held.

He grabbed a bar of soap and used the lather to lube my ass.
He moved the back of the suit a little further down and
began to slowly push his cock into me.  My cock, which had
exploded after the first whack was still hard and was now
throbbing again but I couldn't get to it because he had my
hands.

When he was half way in he began to withdraw and I wanted to
scream, "Don't stop" but it wouldn't have matter because it
was only a moment and he was pushing back into me.

He was steadily fucking me and it felt fucking unbelievable
but I begged him, "Pete, my cock!  Just lemme get to my
cock!"  My cock was still trapped in my suit, which it was
straining against and that only made it worse.

He growled, "You're not gonna cum yet!"  I didn't mention
that that bridge had already been crossed and that I was
working on the second one.

He bit the back of my neck and held it.  It didn't really
hurt but it sent shivers up and down my spine as slammed
into me and then slowly dragged that big dick back almost
all the way out before repeating the process.  His cock is
so thick that it's pretty meaningless whether or not he's
aiming for my prostate cause it gets battered anyway and it
was beginning to look like his declaration that I wasn't
gonna cum might end up being academic because I was
beginning to feel the very beginnings of familiar stirrings.

He beat me to it and after three more hard slams I felt his
cock expand and then beginning to jerk rhythmically.  I was
just short of getting off again myself and this halt left me
insane.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm done."

"What about me?"

"I'm not done with you!"

He pushed me towards the bathroom wall and said, "Spread
em!"

I leaned forward against the tile wall as he stripped off
the bathing suit and dried me with a towel.

He looked in the suit. "You came, ya little fuck!"

I smiled.  "It wasn't something that I had any control over!
Can't blame me for that."

He smiled and bent forward and kissed me.  "I guess not."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to our bed.  I climbed on
and lay on my back while he crawled between my legs and
kneeled there sitting back on his feet.

While sex in the shower was about domination sex in the
bedroom was all about love.

He bent forward and kissed me and never broke that kiss
while he pulled me up onto his lap as he stayed kneeling.
With my chest tight to his he brought his now hard dick to
my ass and put just the head in while he wrapped me tightly
in his arms and kissed me.  He squirted some lube onto his
stomach where my hard dick was pressed and then began to
slowly thrust his cock up into me.

The only time he broke this kiss was to whisper the simple,
"I love you."

I tried to tell him that I loved him too but he covered my
mouth with his again and then just whispered, "Shhhhh.  I
know, Baby, I know.  Everything's fine.  I love you."

And then it just got hypnotic and it felt like I was
floating and my only reality was the steady gentle thrusting
of his cock, the movement of my cock against his stomach and
Pete gently murmuring, "I love you."

It was like I could feel my orgasm coming from a hundred
miles away and I just dropped my face to Pete's shoulder
hung onto him and waited for it to hit.  When it finally
reached me I shuddered and could feel the warm wetness
between our bodies and then I remember him laying me gently
back on the bed and disappearing for a moment and then
coming back with a warm wet cloth and cleaning me before he
slid in behind me his knee between my legs and his broad
upper torso engulfing me.   I slept deeply, burrowed in the
secure warmth of him.

The next morning Pete was up before me so that he could stop
by and see his patients in the hospital before he went in to
the clinic.  I was standing brushing my teeth when he came
in wearing his boxer briefs and a tee shirt with a dress
shirt already pulled onto one arm.

He looked at me in the mirror and smiled before kissing me
behind my ear as his hand on my stomach pulled me back
against him.   He pushed his other arm into a shirtsleeve
and pulled his shirt up and straightened it.

"Jase just put your toast down."  He ran his hand into the
back of my boxers and rubbed my butt gently.  He looked at
me in the mirror.  "Not sore is it?"  Fuck!  His touching me
like that felt so erotic I could have cum just from that.
But he touches me all the time!

I started to speak and then realized that the toothbrush and
foam made that dumb. I spit and rinsed and was weirdly aware
of Pete looking at my butt, which, since he sees it every
day and fucks it every day, was weird.

I turned around and put my hands on his waist and lifted my
head to kiss him.

"I'm good."  I smiled at him.  "Believe me it would take
more than a three whacks to make me sore."  What the hell
had changed?

Pete bent his head and rested his chin on my shoulder and
then wrapping his arms around me rocked me gently.  He
pulled back and smiled at me with an "I don't wanna go" look
on his face and then pushed me gently against the wall as he
kissed me intensely.  When he broke the kiss he sighed and
said, "God, I just wanna stay with you today!"

I laid my forehead on his chest and laughed.  "If you stay
we're gonna have to get a pump in here to deal with the
cum."  I kissed again.  "Go.  Make somebody well."


Jase was waiting faithfully at the table playing with my
toast.

"Dad, where ya been?  Your toast is all cold and yukky!"

I pulled him onto my lap.  "The trick with cold yukky toast
is not to put butter on it, just jam cause the butter won't
melt but the jam tastes great."

"How cold are the eggs?"

"Pretty cold."

"Nuke those will ya?"

"How long?"  He climbed down off of my lap and took the
plate of eggs over to the microwave.

"Hit the button and count to five."  He used his fingers to
count.

He brought the plate back and put it in front of me.

"Those okay, Dad."

"Yummy!"  I pulled him back up onto my lap.

"You'll eat anything."

"Pretty much."  I ate a huge hunk of toast with blackberry
jam and took a swig of coffee.

I gave him a blackberry accentuated kiss on the side of his
neck.

"Dad, ewwww!   I'm gonna be sticky!"

I licked it off.

"Now I got spit on my neck!"

"Someday you'll think that that a great idea."

"That's disgusting!  Who'd want spit on their neck?"

I wrapped him tightly in my arms and whispered in his ear,
"Depends on how it got there."

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

I parked my car near the loading docks of the warehouse and
talked to the guys about finishing the inventory before I
headed up to my office.  They all had weird smiles on their
faces that I pretty much chalked up to insanity until I got
to the offices.

Jane and Ellen were both looking at me with small knowing
smiles.  What the fuck was that about?  When I walked into
my office I understood.  There was a huge floral display
sitting on my desk.  I didn't have to look at the note but I
did.  "XXXXXX, P"

The four and half percent of me that was still bi wished it
had been a gun rack for an imaginary pickup truck but the
rest of me was thrilled if confused.

Why did he do this?  I was a great fuck but was I this good?
Is he taking drugs?

I was meeting Rose for lunch but the questions lingered.  We
met at the usual greasy spoon where Rose had already
intimidated everyone and we didn't have to break anyone in.

"My friend Maddie told me how you single handedly destroyed
the medical conference."  She was wearing a dark blue silk
suit that looked like a Joan Crawford hand me down.

"I didn't ruin anything, Rose!  Nobody even knew that I was
there!  Anyway, who the fuck is Maddie?  I thought all your
friends had died."

`There are a couple lingering, Eric!  Maddie is Maddie
Schwartzenberg and her hubby is a dermatologist.  They were
sitting two tables over when you had your little punch out."

"First of all, Rose I didn't punch anyone all though if
anyone ever deserved it it was that slut Patti!  She's been
hitting on Pete for years!  And she said some terrible
things to me."

Rose took a sip of coffee leaving a huge crescent moon
shaped lipstick stain on the cup.  "She was also on the
patio when you walked out there naked."

"I was not naked!  Shit!  Hasn't anyone ever heard of a
Speedo?  They're Australian and swimmers all over the world
wear em.  Maybe the last time you went swimming they wore
canvas suits but times have changed!  Besides, nobody was
paying any attention."

"I heard that you were having an affair with the waiter and
that he was hanging all over you giving you big puppy eyes."

"Not true!  The only guy in my life is Pete."  I leaned
forward.  "The crazy thing is....well.....it's like it's
moving to a whole new level.  Is that supposed to happen?"

Rose leaned forward and put her elbows on the table.  "So
what kinda level we talking here?"

"Well it's like we just never stop touching and then there's
this whole "I love you" thing.  He says it all the time!
And my God the sex!  It's like fucking constant!  You know
it's like he just wants to make love to me and protect me.
Weird."

"I can see why Patti wanted to slap the shit outta you!"