Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2006 03:25:53 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 45

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From the previous chapter:
I twisted around and lifted my leg over the bench so that we
were facing each other.  He lifted my chin and said, "I
wanna be kissing you when you touch it."

I reached forward and pressed my hand against the long lump
in Sam's pants and at the same time he shoved his tongue
into my mouth and pressed his hand against my cock.  We both
started to moan.  I could clearly feel the head of his cock
through his pants and boxers and I ran my thumb down along
its length until it was clearly buried in his balls and he
mumbled, "Careful."

"Geez, Sam, that thing is huge!"  He grinned at me and made
a small thrusting movement with his hips.

He smiled and pulled my lips to his and then said, "You
gonna be able to handle that, Baby?"

I nodded yes but said, "I dunno......yeah, I'm sure I
can....God I want it!"


                    The Good Doctor 45

Even if I didn't see her car I'd know when my mom was at my
house.  Getting out of my car in the garage the smell of
Italian cooking is unmistakable, the basilly, garlicky,
slightly acrid and yet sweet smell of cooking tomato sauce,
the savory smell of browning meatballs and the toasted
garlic smell of bruschetta all tell me that mom is working.

Just before Jase and Charlie barreled into me she pointed
her spoon at me and asked,  "You hungry?"  She didn't wait
for an answer, she never does.  "I'll fix ya a little
something to tide ya over till dinner."

I grunt, "K, Ma," as boy and dog hit.  Jase uses me like a
tree and is hanging from my neck with his legs wrapped
around my waist in like a second.  Charlie is standing with
his paws on Jase's back furiously barking his hello, further
into the kitchen I see David and Sam sitting at the table
eating six thousand calories each to tide them over until
dinner.

Jase grabs my face in both hands his own face is alive with
excitement.  "Sam is here with David!  Sam's gonna have
dinner with us!"

I kiss Jase's cheek and say, "Oh he's not here!  You're
makin that up!"

"I'm not dad!"  He twists and points at the kitchen table.
"See!  There they are!"

I give him a doubtful look.  "Where?  I don't see anything.
Sure you're not makin this up?"

He grabs my face again and with a look of frustrated
forbearance he tries to explain to his idiot father.  "Look,
Dad!"  He turns my face in the direction of the table.
"They're right there!"

To keep the game going I close my eyes.  "I don't see em."

"Dad!  Ya gotta open your eyes!"  I can't help it and I
smile and he gets it.  "Gramma, he's doin it again!"

From the stove, "Eric, quit teasing Jason!"

I kiss my son again and say, "Hey, I never rat you out.  How
come you're always squealing on me?"

Jase presses his forehead to mine.  "Sometimes you make me
nervous."

I carry Jase over to David and Sam.  I squeezed Sam's
shoulder and say, "Hey, Sam!"  I lean over and kiss David on
the temple quickly before he has a chance to think about
what I'm doing and get all crazy and then I dump Jase into
his lap.

"Take your brother, David.  He's too wiggly for me."  Yes, I
used the word brother deliberately but he doesn't know that.
Maybe it was just a figure of speech.

I turn back to Sam.  This is one gorgeous kid, broad well
muscled shoulders narrow waist and in general a good looking
kid.  David, you are one lucky boy.  "You're gonna stay for
dinner aren't ya, Sam?"

He stands up and shakes my hand.  "Yes, Sir, if that's
okay."  He earns major points.

At the spoken notion that there is even a question that
someone might not be eating her food my mother runs over and
says,  "Of course you're staying for dinner!"  She gestures
towards the chair he just got out of and says, "Now sit.
You want more milk?"

I smile at Sam.  "It sure is okay.  Besides you can help
David program his cell phone."  I take a small package that
I had tucked under my arm and hand it to David whose eyes
get so big they look in danger of exploding.

David stammers, "I cell phone?"

"Yeah, I was gonna have a regular phone put in your bedroom
but finally decided that you'd get more use outta this.  I
dug into my pants pocket and pulled out a list of names and
numbers.  "Sam can show you how to program in these
numbers."

David is almost vibrating.  "I can't believe it!  This is so
cool!"  Sam has turned to his boyfriend and is staring at
him like he wants to be doing it for a long time.  His eyes
are full of love and his mouth parts slightly showing even
white teeth.

Jason on the other hand is looking at me like he can't
believe that he didn't see that package which is something
that surprised me too considering the nature of little boys.

He climbs off David's lap and approaches me like a
gunslinger at OK Corral.  "Where's mine?"

I reach down pick him up and smile.  "You're too little for
a cell phone, every mother in town would be out to lynch me
if I got you a cell phone."  I start walking slowly to my
bedroom carrying Jase.

"I'm gonna get ya a goat.  We can tie it up on the front
lawn and it'll eat the grass so we won't ever have to mow
again and then if you need to make a call you can go outside
to the front yard pry open the goats mouth and yell into it.
It'll be a goatphone."  My humor is totally lost on my son
who does not look happy.

"I feel like I been gypped."

"Do any of the other kids you go to school with have a cell
phone?"

I can see that Jase hates the question and is struggling
with the answer but finally says with a sigh, "No.  It's so
stupid!"

I sat down on the bed still holding Jase.  "What's stupid?"

He frowns at me.  "I dunno.  That's what's bothering me."

I twist around an lay Jase on the bed.  "I gotta shower.
You gonna pick out my clothes?"

He's still angry but can't figure out why he's mad except
that he feels like he should have gotten something.  He nods
and says with a long sigh, "Yessss."

Five minutes later when I come out of the shower he's just
finishing laying out my clothes and his revenge.

"Briefs!  I gotta wear briefs?"  I didn't even know that I
had any.  I slip them on and pitch the towel towards the
bathroom.

I pick up the tight black jeans, the result of not trying
them on at the store.  I pull them on and button the
buttons.

I smile at him and say sarcastically,  "The bright orange
turtleneck is charming too."  That was my mother's
handiwork.

Jase is lying on my bed watching me dress.  Finally finished
I flop backwards onto the bed next to Jase and turn my head
to look into his eyes.  I feel like I'm dressed like a male
prostitute but I decide to suck it up and keep my mouth shut
about it.

I lift my left hand and touch his nose with the back of my
index finger.  "You still mad?"

He blinks his eyes his voice is soft.  "No.  I decided that
David needs it more than I do anyway.  Cause he goes to high
school and there's mean boys there."

"What kinda mean boys?"

"Boys that punch and hurt smaller boys."  Oh shit!

"Do those mean boys hurt David?"

Jase looks like he's weighing what he should say but he's
used to pretty much telling me everything and he does.

"The use to but Sam made em stop."

"Is that what David told ya?"  He nods yes.

"You s'pose you could let me know if it happens again?"

He turns towards me and lies on his side.  "You gonna beat
em up?"

I smile up at him.  "Hopefully that won't be necessary but I
will take care of it.   If it happens again try and ask
David what the boys name is.  Okay?"  This is a small town
and I know a lot of people.

I smile at him.  "So what's the chance of me getting a hug?"

He grins at me.  "No goat?"

"No goat."

He rolls over on top of me and squeezes my chest while I
kiss the top of his head.  I look up as Pete is walking into
the bedroom.

He grins.  "This a hugfest?"

I roll Jase off of me sit up and say, "If you play your
cards right."

Pete looks at my crotch and smiles.  "I like the jeans."

I make a face and say, "Pervert!"

Pete scoops Jase up hugs him and kisses him on the cheek.
"Actually those jeans are kind of a pleasant change from
those things that are two sizes too big that you usually
wear."

"So you want me to wear jeans like these?"  He never said
anything like that before.

Pete smiles and gently lowers Jase to the floor and Jase
shoots out the door to pay close attention to what David and
Sam are doing.  "Ahhhhh, maybe just at home."

I'm confused.  "So you don't like em?"

Pete comes over and takes me in his arms.  He kisses the
side of my neck and lowers his hands to my butt.  He mumbles
into my neck,  "They're a little....revealing."

I pull away from his arms and look in the full-length
mirror.  "Whadya mean?  Well, they are a little tight I
guess."  I run my hands down my thighs.  You can't like see
the outline of my dick or anything but there is an obvious
bulge.

I'm not sure what he's thinking.  "Should I change em?"

He comes up beside me and kisses the side of my head while
his right hand rubs my butt.  "No they're good for here,
great actually, just don't wear em out, you know, where
other people can see it, I mean them."

I look up at him.  "When are you gonna talk to David.....or
you want me to do it?"

He sticks his tongue in my ear!  I asked a serious question
and he does that?  It's like shooting a howitzer at a
railroad car full of dynamite.  I ended with weak knees and
mumbling incoherently.

"Pete....oh fuck yeah!"

He pushes me into the bathroom and locks the door, within
sixty seconds my pants and underwear are around my ankles
I'm bent over the bathroom sink and Pete's cock is deep in
my ass.  After another sweaty sixty seconds I'm shooting in
the vanity sink and he's shooting in my ass.

The only reason that I'm not sliding to the floor is that
I'm holding onto the faucet for dear life and Pete has
collapsed over my back.  I lift my head and look at him in
the mirror.

"So you do like the jeans."

He gasps for air gives me a goofy grin and says,
"Ahh....yeah...I guess I do."



One of the advantages of growing up with parents who spend
most nights on the cocktail circuit is that you learn how to
carry on a conversation with people that you hardly know and
Pete is brilliant.

He talks, he charms, he kids, he coaxes, he entrances and at
the end of the meal Sam is talking like we've known him
since he was born and David is sitting there staring at him
like a lovesick....whatever.

Afterwards I'm carrying dishes to the dishwasher and from
the way Sam and David are watching me I wonder if they know
what Pete and I did just before dinner.  I can't imagine how
they'd know and I chalk it up to teenage insanity.  Every
once in a while they look at Jase and he rolls his eyes.
It's like a disease.


                            David

Sam falls backwards onto my bed and covers his face with his
hands.  "How do you stand it?  Geez, there was enough
testosterone drifting around that kitchen to start a fire!
Does he always look like that?"

I sit on the bed next to him and lace my fingers through
his.  "You mean the way his face looks or the way he was
dressed?"

"Dressed."

"I never saw him wear those jeans before or that turtleneck.
But you know he let's Jase pick out the clothes he wears
when he comes home."

Sam lifts his head and looks at me.  "You're kidding!
Really?"

"It's like a thing they've got going.  Jase loves doing it.
He must have been mad at Eric cause Eric hates clothes like
that."

"Fuck if I looked like that I'd sit in front of a mirror and
beat off all day.  Did you see the way that Pete would look
at him?"  He laughed.  "I hate to be the guy that hits on
Eric when Pete's around."

I rolled over and laid my head on Sam's shoulder.  "I'd hate
to be the guy that hits on you when I'm around."  I laughed
and so did he.  "Okay, so I'd need to get you to help me
beat the guy up."

Sam pulled my head to his chest and lightly stroked my face
with his thumb and      said, "Actually if I looked like
that I'd probably just walk around naked.  They'd have to
call the cops to get me to put clothes on."

"I wouldn't mind if you walked around naked the way you look
now."

He lifted his head and glanced at the door. "Any chance
they'll come in here?"

"Not without knocking.  It's like a law."  Sam had buried
his nose in my hair and was inhaling deeply.

I slid my hand down his chest and onto his stomach and then
very slowly onto his cargo pants covered dick which was
sticking up towards his chest.  I wrapped my hand tightly
around his fabric covered cock.  He gasped and pushed up
into my hand.  My thumb traced the pointed head of it and he
began to moan.

"Sam, I know that you must be used to doing a lot more that
this....you know with your old boyfriend."

He reached over and touched my face his voice was soft.
"There's all the time in the world, David.  I really want
this to be right for you.  I want you to be ready." He gave
me an odd grin.  "Besides, you're already better than him,
you don't have to do anything to be better."

I sit up and swing my leg over his waist and then slowly
lower my butt down on top of his hard cock.  "Mind if I play
horsey?"

Sam looks up at me with a look of panic and lust.  "Oh,
David!"

I smile and say, "What?  We're totally dressed."

I bend forward and interlace my fingers with his on either
side of his head and then bend further and kiss him.  I
begin to slowly thrust my hips forward over his cock which
has now been forced by my weight into the crack of my butt.
As my hips move forward my own cock is rubbing slightly
against the fabric of my boxers.

Sam grunts and then laughs nervously.  "Where did you learn
to do this?"

"I dunno.   I guess I just dreamed it up."

Sam is beginning to twitch and he's getting edgy, I clench
my butt muscles and he groans.  I take his hand and put it
over my covered cock and as soon as I feel the heat of his
hand my orgasm begins to build.

I thrust my hips forward faster and clamp down hard on his
cock.  My own cock starts to cum and as soon as his hand
feels the wetness his eyes snap open and his own orgasm
begins.  I'd give anything to have it happening in me.



The following Monday was the first school day in three weeks
that I didn't eat lunch with Sam.  The swim team was having
some sort of awards thing and they were all taken to a local
restaurant to eat.  It seemed like I hadn't had the
opportunity to talk to Justin in ages.

He took one look at me and gave a disgusted sigh.  "He's not
fucking you yet?"

"Justin, you don't know that!"

"The hell I don't!  You look like my dog Cleo did last week
when she was in heat.  But shit, even she's got better luck
than you."

We slid our trays of food trays down onto a table.

"He says that he just wants to be sure that I'm ready....you
know, emotionally."

Justin shook his head slowly and said, "What a load of shit!
It's a fuck it's not a damn space shot.  Besides I still
think that a good fuck is the solution to like ninety
percent of the world's problems."

He growled, you know, like a bear and then said, "Okay we
need a plan.  First of all you always carry a condom I
hope?"

"I got five of em in my pocket right now."

He grinned at me with a mouth full of food and finally
swallowed and said, "Optimism, that's a good thing.  How big
is he?"

"I think a little over six feet."

He sighed.  "No dumbass!  I mean his dick."

I put my cupped hand against the tabletop and then moved it
to duplicate that measurement.  Justin was looking at me
like I was nuts.

"The best feel I've gotten was when he was lying on a bench.
So I guess a little over two hands."

Justin chugged a carton of milk.  "What size condoms you
got?"

"Just regular."

He reached into his pocket and slid me couple of gold foil
packages.  They said, "Magnum."

He shrugged.  "Believe me it'll feel a lot better for him if
it fits right.....you lucky little fuck."

I frowned and asked him, "How much you think this is gonna
hurt?"

"Maybe a little the first time or two but then you'll be
okay.  How bad you need it kinda helps determine that and by
the look on your face you're ready for a twelve incher."

Justin slid his tray away and put his elbows on the table
and leaned forward.  "Okay, pay attention.  There's certain
words and phrases that just seem to be hard wired into guys
heads and you can pretty much count on them getting you a
certain response.  Like the word "Need."  A woman says that
to me and as soon as she's pronounced the first letter my
dick is getting hard and if it's "Justin, I need you!" my
pants and underwear are already on the floor before the air
has stopped vibrating."

"You could even tell him that if you don't get it soon
you're gonna have to buy a cucumber."  He laughed at his
joke but then said seriously, "I'd go fucking nuts if I
thought a vegetable was getting what I should be getting."

He studied the ceiling for a moment.  "All right, here's
what you say to him, ya say something like, "Sam, all I can
think about is how much I need you inside of me.  Sometimes
I think I'm gonna go crazy if I can't feel you taking me."
Taking, that's another one of those words.  Geez I'm getting
a hardon just saying it."