Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 18:47:06 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 42

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From the previous chapter:
I walked into the mall and sat watching them through the
windows as the boys worked together.  After an hour David
would try on a shirt and Sam would stand close to him and
adjust the color or straighten how it laid on his shoulders.
They began talking less and smiling goofy silent smiles
more.  After a while I was joined by Pete and Jase, Pete sat
next to me and said, "What's up?"

"I think they're almost done."

"How's he doing?"

"Preeeetttty good."

He looked at me oddly.  "So he got everything picked out?"

"Yeah that too."


                    The Good Doctor 42

                           Eric

Sometimes life puts us into an awkward position.  I was in
one now.  I was lying on our bed with my legs wrapped
tightly around Pete's waist with his cock lodged firmly in
my ass and my own cum lying splattered across my chest.  My
breathing was labored and my head was dropped back against
the pillow in exhaustion.

Pete bent forward and wrapping his arms around me pulled me
up more or less into his lap with his cock still in my ass.
I raised my arms until they were around his neck and then
laid my cheek against his.

"You haven't been writing yourself prescriptions for Viagra,
have you?"

He grunted no and then began licking me like a dog from my
collarbone to my ears.  My dick responded with a lurch and a
slow rise while his hips began to thrust gently upwards.

I gasped into his ear, "Oh fuck you're good at this!"

He worked his way around to my mouth and shoved his tongue
in.  I sucked it in and groaned.  I dropped my arms over his
shoulders and felt the muscles in his back while his dick
continued to thrust steadily up into me.  Pete has a broad
back that spreads out like the hood of a cobra from his
waist.

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

I finally went and got a washcloth and towel and came back
and cleaned us both up.  I pitched the towel towards the
hamper and lay down with my head on Pete's chest and my left
leg across his.  I lifted my head and smiled at him.  "Is
this too soon after your orgasm to tell you that I've been
thinking about something?"

He laughed.  "Nope, I'm okay after, it's before and during
that'd be a problem."  He grinned.  "I get distracted."

"Okay."  I sat up and straddled his lap while I talked to
him, his cock still feeling all puffy under my ass.  He
wrapped his hand around my dick and smiled up at me while I
talked.  "You've known David for three years, right?"  He
nodded yes and I continued.  "So lemme ask ya something.  Is
there any circumstance where you'd like, send him back, you
know, turn him over to the state or something?"

He got a worried look on his face and shook his head slowly.
"No!  I can't imagine that.  Why, are you having a problem
with him?"

"No!  Absolutely not!  And I realize that we haven't had him
for very long but it's just that I was thinking the same
thing and I was thinking what a shitty thing it's gotta be
for a kid to be living somewhere and not being like a
million percent sure that he wasn't gonna get kicked out.
And the thing is that since we've already gone this far it
really doesn't make any sense not to go all the way because
neither one of us would ever not want him here so......why
not...make it......you know....permanent?  So can we think
about it?"


                         David

My only real friend at school is Justin Garber and Justin is
the most totally straight human that I know and at fourteen
has probably had more straight sex than most of the seniors
in our school.  Seeing him operate with girls is something
that should be put in textbooks.  Sometimes I think that the
reason we get along so well is that he loves the idea that
I'm not competition for the available females.  Justin is
very aware of exactly how many of those there are and of the
overwhelming competition for them.  I wonder for the
thousandth time what he'll be like in college after honing
his skills for four years in high school.

"So what's that new girls name, the brunette?"

He grins.  "Leanna."

"Are you.....," I shake my head and smile, "well shit yes
you are.  What was I thinking?"  He grins.  To his credit
and probably one of the reasons that Justin does as well as
he does is the fact that he never talks about his conquests
and he never puts women down.  They're simply the most
important thing in his life and he loves them way too much
to ever diss them.

Even though he's got a pretty good body Justin wouldn't even
consider sports because they're all male.  He doesn't want
to be without women for the time it takes to play a game.
He even likes talking to them, although he did admit once
that it was more the sound of their voices than what they
were actually saying.  He's a wonder and I understand what's
going on in his head probably even less than he understands
what's going on in mine.

He looks at me seriously and says, "So David don't think I'm
avoiding you if I don't sit next to you in English.  It's
just that Charlotte's there."  Charlotte is the girl that
Justin is prepping to take Leanna's place as he works his
through the school.  "But we can eat lunch together and you
can fill me in on how it's going with, you know, your new
living arrangement.  The clothes are cool.  Who picked those
out?"  I see Justin look past me and I feel a warm presence.

"I did and he does look cool."  My mouth goes dry because
Sam is standing there with his hand on the top of my locker
door while he leans against the edge.  His face is just
inches from mine his warm brown eyes are staring into mine
and he says slowly.  "I knew that you'd look great in
those.....and you do."  I suddenly notice one of the two
pretty good looking jock type guys with Sam because he steps
forward and rolls his eyes.  Sam sees me look and says, "Oh.
These two guys are friends of mine."  He nods towards them.
"Jimmy and Cam."  I smile and nod a nervous unspoken hello.
Then to his friends, "This is David."  Then realizing his
omission he points at Justin saying with a questioning look,
"And?"

Justin says, "Justin."  They all do that bump fist thing
that I've never really understood.

Sam has gotten a weird questioning look on his face that
somehow Justin recognizes instantly.  Justin points his
thumb over his shoulder and says nervously, "I gotta meet a
girl."

Sam gets a smile on his face that could melt tungsten and
says, "Cool."

Jimmy has glanced at his watch and steps forward saying,
"Great to meet you guys but we gotta go."  He looks at Sam
who's still looking at me and putting his face next to Sam's
says clearly,  "WE GOTTA GO!"

As the two guys are dragging Sam away the Cam guy is
muttering.  "You oughta be put in a fucking cage when you
get horny!"

When I look back to Justin he's looking straight into my
eyes and smiling.  He says, "Well, at least now we really
have something to talk about at lunch."



I was trying to chew the Salisbury Steak, at least I think
that's what it is, maybe you'd just call it a beef patty
with gravy.  Frankly after eating Eric's mom's food
everything else just didn't cut it.

"Justin, he's not my boyfriend!  We just bought some clothes
from him.  He works at Abercrombie and he's being nice to a
customer."

He rolled his eyes.  "Davey boy you are as good as laid!  I
mean shit..there's lots of stuff that I don't know about but
this is something I'm totally familiar with.  Didn't you see
the look in his eyes and hey, you could do a lot worse the
guy's really hot looking."  I must have given him a look
because he said, "Yeah right, like you'd be giving me that
look if you weren't interested.  You have condoms, right?"

"Condoms!"  Eric had put condoms in my top dresser drawer.
I glanced around nervously to see if anyone could hear.  "I
don't need condoms!"

Justin leaned across the table and got in my face.  "Look
shithead you're not doing it without a condom!  Don't be an
idiot!"

"I'm not!  We'll use a condom!"  What the hell was I saying?
"I mean there's no need for a condom, there's nothing that
needs to have a condom on it that I'm ever likely to get
near."

He grinned in self-satisfaction.  "You do look kinda hot in
those clothes...at least for a guy."  He sighed.  "If he's
even a third as good as me you're gonna love it and he looks
like the kinda guy that'd take care of ya and you kinda need
that.  He also looks like he'd be hung."

I buried my face in my hands.  "I don't care!  What makes
you say that anyway?"

"What?"

"That he'd be hung.  How can you know that?"

"The bulge idiot!"  He sighed and grinned at me.  "My little
boy getting plowed for the very first time.  It almost
brings a tear to my eye."

"Justin, nothing is gonna happen!"

He leaned towards me.  "David you don't have to do a thing.
Make him work for it," he giggled, "your balls are totally
in his court, so to speak.  God knows I have to work for it.
But don't be a tease!  He came across as a pretty decent guy
and he's a year ahead of us so he's a pretty good
catch...for a gay guy."

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

Eric picks me up at school three days a week and his mom two
days.  This was Eric's day and he had already picked up Jase
who was unhappily locked into the back seat.  I waved to
Jase and slid into the front seat.

Eric handed me a gym bag.  "Jase and I thought that we'd
take ya to the gym with us.  I'll teach ya to swim.  Do you
already know how?"  I was struck by a wave of pure panic.
It wasn't that I was afraid of being naked and getting a
hardon in the gym, I mean I took gym class every day.  It
was seeing Eric naked.  Normally I'd just think about
something really disgusting.......the thing is that I wasn't
sure that that'd work with a naked Eric in front of me.  It
was bad enough when he was fully clothed.

"Ahhhh.....I don't but Eric....I don't think...."

He smiled at me and squeezed my knee.  "Don't worry.  I know
what you're thinking but you'll see, it won't happen."


Eric is facing away from me as he pulls that black Speedo
up, mainly cause I'm facing the corner in case I get a
hardon, which miraculously doesn't seem to be happening.
But it's like my hearing has become really acute and I can
hear that tight suit being pulled up his thighs and the snap
as he lets go of the waistband.
I finally turn to look and just as the sight of Eric's hard
butt being caressed by the smooth soft material of the
Speedo is being burned into my brain a really buff body
building guy has walked down the main row of lockers, he
does a double take on Eric but doesn't stop walking and
doesn't turn into his row but just walks straight into the
wall.  "Holy shit!"  I gasp because I never heard a human
body make that sound before!  The guy staggers for a moment
and then falls over but he's built like a tank and none of
that seems to seriously hurt him.

Eric runs over to help him oblivious to the fact that he's
the cause of it all.  The guy waves him off with a panicky
sick look and Jase looks at me and rolls his eyes.  This is
old news to him.

Eric led the way to the pool and I'm holding Jase's hand as
we walk behind him.  Jase grabbed my hand somehow sensing
that I'm a little out of it and now watching Eric's hard
butt moving in that tight black Speedo his muscles moving
like a panther's as he moves confidently through the jungle
has gotten my full attention and I'm beginning to get hard.
I try to imagine myself licking roadkill which is my sure
fire hardon killer but it's not working.  I do the only
thing that I can think of and run ahead and jump into the
pool.

But it turns out to be okay and Jase is right behind me and
Eric right behind him  we horse around for ten minutes and
have a great time.  Finally Eric remembers what we came for
and decides that Jase and I have to learn to swim.  Jase
giggles like this is an inside joke.  Eric shows me the
swimming stroke by taking off for the other end of the pool.
He swims like an otter all smooth muscles moving like
there's no effort at all.

When he gets back to Jase and me he says, "Whadya think?
Can you do that stroke?"  I nod yes but when I try I sink
like a rock.  Eric finally gets me to lie across his
outstretched arms while I practice the stroke.  Apparently
I'm also practicing getting an erection but I decide that
there's no need to mention that.

Eric is steadily giving me advice on my stroke and then he
tells me to go for it with all my strength as he pulls his
hands out from under me and I actually swim to the other
side of the pool.  I stand up sputtering at the other side
of the pool and yell, "I did it!"  I'm shocked and really
proud of myself.

Eric swims over and yells, "That was fantastic!"  He wipes
the water off of his face and then says, "Okay now we'll
swim back when you start out just pretend that I'm holding
you up like before."  It takes two tries but I finally do
it.

Jase grins at me and says,  "I still can't do it!  I think
maybe I'm still too small.

Eric looks at us.   "Okay, why don't you guys sit for a
while so I can do my laps and not worry about either of you
drowning?  You can keep count too."  He takes off and starts
do these long smooth strokes that seem to carry him to the
end of the pool with zero effort and then he does some kind
of flip thingy and pushes off from the end and swims back.
Watching Eric swim is like magic and I find myself settling
back into the deck chair as his body seems to become one
with the water like it's his element or something.

Finally from the pool he looks up and Jase yells, "Fifteen!"
and Eric walks to the edge of the pool to the steps.

When he started climbing those stairs to get out of the pool
I totally froze maybe my heart even stopped.  It was like
one of those commercials that you see for really expensive
cologne or something where it's all in black and white and
this real handsome European looking guy with black hair is
moving slowly out of the water and smoothing his hair back
with his hands as the glistening water cascades down his
perfect body and with each step all his stuff in that tight
black Speedo shifts slowly form side to side.  Oh God!

"David!  Are you okay?"  Eric puts his hand on my forehead
and he's got this really worried look on his face. "You
feelin okay?"

I grin lamely at him.  "I'm okay....really."

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

                                Eric

Mom is like a kid feeding machine and we no sooner get back
from the gym then she's got the boys sitting at the kitchen
table and is shoveling food into them.  Well actually mom
probably doesn't consider Bruschetta food but rather
something that leads to food.

She also figures that David has got a deficit of motherly
love and she's working hard at correcting that.  In a way my
mom and Jase have already adopted David.  I'd actually like
to talk to my mom about my thoughts about adopting David but
with mom things tend to get blown out of all proportion and
it's probably best if I wait.  Actually it's probably best
if I talk Pete into talking to my mom cause she doesn't get
all Italian mom with him as she does with me.

She corners me as I'm coming out my bedroom and backhands my
chest.  Why is it that women never think that that hurts?  I
mean just cause we don't have breasts doesn't mean you can
just pound on us.

"Ma will you quit doin that!  It hurts!"  She rolls her
eyes.  That's where Jase is getting that!

"What?  It was a tap!  And anyways it's besides the point.
When are you gonna get that boy some therapy?"

"David?"

"Who else would I be talking about?"

"You really think he needs it?"

She tosses her head back and glares at me.  "If you saw your
mother get killed you'd need therapy."

I almost bit my tongue off.  "Oh." But she has a point. Why
didn't I think of this?  "You're probably right."  God I
hate admitting that!  "Lemme talk to Pete.  After all he is
David's doctor and he'd know who to go to.  Wait a minute he
did say something about that and said that his mom would be
willing to do it for free.  I forgot about that.  What makes
you think that he needs one?"

She rolls her eyes.  Geez!  "Eric all you have to do is talk
to the boy to understand that he hasn't really dealt with
it."  I wonder how much of this is coming from some article
in The Ladies Home Journal?

"Okay.  I promise that I'll talk to him tonight.  There's
some other stuff about David that we need to talk about
anyway."  I shouldn't have said that and mentally I'm
snapping at the words trying to get them back.  I feel like
a trapped rat.  I man would just let that go by but women
are like pit bulls.

"What?"  Again the backhand to the chest!

"Owe!  Will you quit that?"

"Whadya need to talk about?"

I sigh.  "It's just that I was thinking that since we've
gone this far with having David live with us and everything
that..well... I mean I would hate it not being sure that I
wasn't gonna get kicked out or whatever.....and so I was
just thinking that maybe we could adopt him.  I mean he is a
good kid and we all really like him."

You gotta be ready for anything with this woman but I wasn't
ready for this.  She pulled my head down and kissed me on
the cheek.  Her voice was soft and she looked like she was
going to cry.  "That's just what your grandpa woulda done.
You are so like him."