Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2006 07:40:54 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 46

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From the previous chapter:
"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."


                    The Good Doctor 46

"Why did I let you talk me into this?  I musta been outta my
fucking mind!"

"I think it looks hot!"  I can talk him into anything.

"Wouldn'ta looked so hot if we had gotten killed down
there!"

"People always glare at other people in that part of town,
means nothing."

"What if somebody I work with sees this thing?"

I squeezed and lifted my crotch and Pete's eyes flashed in
that direction for a split second.  "First of all how are
they gonna see it and second of all why would they give a
fuck?"

"Golf, tennis, locker rooms, showers, that's how!"

"I still think it looks hot.  When that puppy is all healed
it's gonna be so fucking cool!  Makes me hard just thinking
about it!"  And boy does it ever!

"My mother's gonna kill me and my dad is gonna think that
I've lost it completely.  And them knowing that it makes you
hard isn't gonna improve things."

"Don't tell em."  It's just like a twisted chain design way
up on his upper arm, it's not like they did Mount Rushmore
on his back or hot over one nipple and cold over the other.

"If this is so damn wonderful how come you didn't get one?"

"Me?  Well the whole damn needle thing kinda creeps me out
and then there's my mother and believe me she could smell a
tattoo on me from a thousand yards."

He gave me an exasperated look and his voice got louder and
went up an octave.  "And she can't on me?"

"Hmm?  Oh, yeah, she'll spot that in a flash but she won't
say anything to you.  Besides she'll just figure I talked
you into it.  You may actually get sympathy outta this if
you play your cards right."

Pete made a hard right into a small shopping center.  I
asked, "Where we goin?"

He frowned and grinned at the same time.  "You're gonna
share the pain....and believe me there is pain."

He parked in front of a Kohl's department store and hustled
me inside.

"Pete, that arm is attached!"  His legs are a lot longer
than mine.

"It'll be okay, I'm a doctor!"  Then he went into a whole
mumbling thing about how could a doctor be so god damn
fucking stupid.

The dragging stopped at the jeans department where a stunned
looking young guy was whipping his head back and forth like
he was watching a tennis match.  Finally he seemed to
swallow hard and said,  "Whadya want?"  He sounded
suspicious like we were trying to trap him or something but
somehow I got the feeling that he was always like that.

Pete said, "Jeans."  He looked at me.  "What's your size?"

"Ahhhh, it seems to change."  He's not gonna be happy till
he's got me looking like I should be strutting down a runway
in Milan or some fucking place.

"Eric your size never changes!"

"I'm not sure, thirty maybe thirty-two waist."

Pete said, "There's no way that you're a thirty-two waist!"

He turned to the clerk who was twisting a pencil in his
white knuckled fingers.  "Gimme a tape!"

The clerk snapped the pencil in two and quickly said, "I'll
measure him!"

"No you won't!  I'll do it."

The clerk, Roger by his nametag, seemed to tighten his grip
on his measuring tape.  "This needs to be done by a
professional!"

Pete, still gripping my upper arm, said, "I am a
professional!"

The clerk blinked, swallowed and said, "A professional pants
measurer?"

Pete hesitated at playing the MD card.  I mean what could he
say, "I'm his doctor I'll measure him."  Besides, Roger was
becoming more territorial by the moment and grabbed my other
arm saying, "Right this way, Sir."

Pete maintained his grip on my other arm and said, "Where
are we going?"

"The changing room."

Pete stopped, I stopped and finally Roger stopped.  Pete
said, "Why the changing room?  You can't measure him out
here?"

Roger wiped the sweat off his upper lip and said, "No!
Jeans gotta have more measurements than other pants.  It'd
be too ahh well public out here.  Out here is fine for
regular stuff but we always measure for jeans in the fitting
room."

Pete gave him a hard disbelieving stare.  "I've never heard
of that!"

Roger gave a nervous smile.  "That's why I'm the
professional."  We were edging closer to the changing room.

It's a weird thing with doctors, lawyers and accountants but
they've got what almost seems like a genetic predisposition
to defer to another professional even if they're pretty sure
that he doesn't have a fucking clue.

Pete said firmly, "I'm going in with you!"

Roger countered with, "I'm sorry mister but it's store
policy that only one customer at a time is allowed in a
fitting room."

At the fitting room door Roger signaled me to go first and I
called back over my shoulder, "Is it like a big deal if I
don't have any underwear on?"

There was a loud crash that seemed to shake the wall and I
turned in time to see Roger falling backwards with blood
pouring from his nose as he slumped to the floor with Pete's
arms breaking his fall.  Pete is great in an emergency and
flipped at the speed of light into doctor mode and took over
until the store manager showed up and hauled Roger off to
places unknown with his head tilted back and Pete's bloody
handkerchief pressed to his face.

In the meanwhile I was picking out jeans.  Especially
because of the whole tattoo thing I had accepted the idea
that I was gonna have to get a few pair of jeans that would
make Pete and apparently everyone else on the planet happy.

Pete kissed me in the fitting room while his hands roamed my
faded Levi's 501 clad ass so I figured everything was gonna
be okay.  Well, okay except for my mother but then that was
a given.


We walked from the garage into the kitchen just as my mother
was getting ready to leave.  She wrapped a scarf around her
neck and then looked up at us and said, "I gotta go fix
dinner for your father."  She pointed at the stove.
"There's lasagna in the oven."

Pete was edging his way towards the family room and made the
mistake of thinking that if he kissed my mom goodbye quickly
that it would make a difference and she would leave sooner.

She smiled and said, "I smell antiseptic."  She pulled on
her jacket.  "Oh I smell a lot of antiseptic.  Did you hurt
yourself, Eric?"  She walked over and sniffed the air right
in front of me and then shook her head.

She said, "Pete?"

He's really terrible at this but in his defense he's never
had to get good at it.  He grew up in a normal household.
He's actually starting to blush.

She walks over to him and sniffs.  She looks up at his face
and then turns to me.

"Eric, what did you do?"

"Bought some jeans.  Where are the kids, Mom?"  It's not
like I don't know how this is gonna work out but it's always
worth a shot.

"Eric!"

I can feel my whole body slump.  "Pete and I had to go to
Hartford so he could get some files and stuff and I bought
some jeans."  I sighed.  "Aaaaand I talked Pete into getting
a little tattoo.  It's tiny, nothing really."

"Oh my God!"  With my mom we'd have been better off telling
her we spent the day biting the heads off of chickens.
Getting a tattoo is the first step on the slippery slope to
hell.

Okay, so it was thirty minutes of verbal abuse but now she
was really gone and I followed what appeared to be a sulking
Pete into the bedroom.

He was hanging up his suit coat and I came up behind him and
wrapped my arms around his waist.  "You still pissed at me?"

He turned in my arms and pushed me backwards onto the bed
and then climbed on top of me and kissed me.  "For one thing
I'm thinking that I probably overreacted and for another it
was my decision."  He grinned at me.  "That surprises you?"

His brilliant blue eyes were staring down into mine.
"No.....not from you."  I pulled his shirt out of his pants
and ran my hands up his chest.  "So you gonna let me see
it?"

He started unbuttoning his shirt from the top and I started
from the bottom.  He pealed it off threw it at the hamper
and then pulled off his tee shirt being careful when it came
off of his right arm.  Geez he's got a beautiful chest!

I looked up into his eyes.  "After dinner we gotta talk to
David."  Of course we never got a chance to do that cause
Sam picked him up.



David


"Are you guys gonna be okay?"  Sam's dad was really just an
older version of Sam, well heavier too but really just as
nice as Sam.  His mom was very pretty and kind of elegant.
They were both dressed up because it was their anniversary
and they were going out.

"Dad, we're gonna be fine.  I gotta take David home about
quarter to ten will you guys be home by then?"

"Probably not.  We won't get outta the play until nine or so
and then we're going to the restaurant.  I'd say eleven at
the earliest but probably more like twelve."

Sam put his arm around his dad and then kissed his cheek.
"Enjoy your anniversary, we'll be fine."  I don't think that
I ever saw a guy kiss his dad before, well except for Jase.

Sam sat me down in the family room with a coke and then
walked with his parents to their car.  I was scared.  Well,
scared and excited.  This was gonna be the first time that
we've really been alone and with enough time to do anything
and now that anything could happen I wasn't totally sure
about what I wanted to have happen.

Sam came back from saying goodbye to his parents and stopped
at the door of the family room looked at me and smiled.  He
walked over to the couch and took the coke out of my hands
and set it on the coffee table and then, laughing, pushed me
backwards until I was lying lengthwise.  He straddled my
body and then lowered himself gently being careful to keep
most of his weight supported by his elbows and knees.

His lips parted slightly and then he didn't say anything but
took a deep breath and smiled at me.  The fingers of his
right hand were running through my hair and he bent to kiss
the side of my neck.  I groaned as the electricity of that
kiss rippled through my body and I held onto Sam's shoulders
for dear life.  His right knee went between mine followed by
his left and then our cocks were pressed together but still
separated by our clothes.  Sam wrapped his arms around my
head cradling it while his tongue brushed my lips.  I opened
my mouth and sucked it in delirious with the idea of having
part of him inside of me.

After a few minutes he pulled his mouth from mine and
dropped his forehead to the sofa next to my head.  He
groaned and then mumbled into the fabric,  "Okay......let's
decide how far you don't wanna go tonight."  He lifted his
head and stared into my eyes.  "Let's decide now while were
still thinking with our brains."

I lifted my head and kissed him because I knew how hard this
was for him, hard to hold back.  "At some point I really
need you to fuck me."  I held his face and stared hard into
his eyes.  "I really really need that but I think tonight
might be too soon."

"No problem,"  He sighed, "it's off the table.....for now."

I kissed him again and said quietly, "It won't be off the
table for long because I like think about it all the time."

He grinned at me and thrust his hips forward.  "Me too...but
like I told you before, this is gonna be at your pace."

I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist.  It
seemed like the natural thing to do but it caused Sam to
moan and drop his head to my forehead.  He mumbled, "You're
killin me!"

"What'd I do?"  I really didn't know.

He stuck his tongue in my ear and then said, "That's a
position that you fuck in."  He licked my neck.  "It feels
like my cock should be in you when your legs are wrapped
around me like that."

I laughed.  "I'll have to remember that." I could feel deep
in my guts that I needed what he said to happen and soon.
Something inside of me wanted to scream for him to fuck me.

"Okay, let's put that aside.  What do you want to happen
tonight?"

I said, "I definitely want to see you naked, no clothes of
any kind."

He grinned broadly and said, "Can do that."

"And I wanna put your cock in my mouth."

Sam lowered his head and kissed my neck again, sucked on my
earlobe and said,  "Not a problem."  I was beginning to
squirm from the work his mouth was doing on my ear.

"I dunno, mostly touching you and stuff."

Sam lifted himself off of me and stood up with a huge hardon
tenting his pants and a spreading wet spot.

He took my hand and pulled me up too and basically hardon
wise I was in the same position that he was although mine
wasn't that big.

He kept hold of my hand and said, "Let's go to my room.
There's no way that they're commin home early but just in
case."

Sam's room reminded me of him.  On one end there was a big
bed and straight in front of you as you walked in was a desk
against the wall with a computer, off to the right was a
closet and a television.  The walls were covered with
swimming and baseball posters.

He pulled me in and closed and locked the door and then
immediately began taking off his clothes.  I guess that I
was mesmerized because I couldn't tear my eyes away from
what he was doing.

He heeled and toed his shoes off and then lifted one leg and
pulled off one sock and then the other.  He smiled at me and
pulled off his tee shirt and sweatshirt at the same time.
His chest was totally hairless and the muscles at the top of
his chest where his nipples were were really big and then
the muscles of his stomach below that were hard and
separated by individual muscles in rows.

He said something to me and I must not have gotten it
because he laughed and then said it again.  "You gonna join
me?"

I swallowed and stepped over to him almost in a trance.
"Can I touch your chest?"

He opened his belt and popped the top button on his pants,
then he gently took my hand and still holding it pressed it
to his chest and began to slowly move it around.
The muscles felt like they were covered with the softest
skin in the world but underneath that there was rock.  He
ran my hand over his nipples that were like little sharp
peaks and down slowly over his stomach and then pressed it
down further underneath the waistband of his briefs and into
his pubic hair.

He said, "Push my pants down."  I didn't know if he meant
his briefs too but I figured maybe he didn't and I just
pulled his jeans down and that left a pair of boxer briefs
with a hardon pressing them out towards me.

His voice sounded hoarse.  "My briefs too."

I started to pull them down but they got caught on his
hardon and I had to pull the waistband way out to clear it.
I pulled them down to his feet with his jeans and his cock
pointed up at a forty-five degree angle with a drop of
precum hanging for a moment at the tip before it began to
drip slowly downward.

I don't know why I did it, it wasn't like I even had to
think about doing it but I leaned forward and caught that
drop of precum with my tongue and then licked the rest off
of the end of his cock.

He just said, "Oh fuck," and then put his hand on the side
of my face and slowly pressed the head of his cock into my
mouth.  I sucked on the head like it was the most normal
thing in the world for me even though I had never done it
before.  I didn't try to take more of it than the first
couple of inches but I had this need to get any more of that
precum that there might be and I could taste it on my tongue
and as it slid down my throat.  Then for a reason that I
didn't understand at all I pulled my mouth off of his cock
and moved the head that was still oozing precum all over my
mouth and lips

When I looked up at him he was staring down at me with a
look of almost panic and then finally, gasping, he said,
"Okay, okay, we gotta slow down a little or this isn't gonna
last long."  He lifted me up and kissed me slowly and then
said, "Did you ever do that before?"

I shook my head no.  "I just.....it seemed like what you
should do.  Did I do it wrong?"

He shook his head.  "No.  You did it perfectly but ya know
I'm beginning to feel a little.....weird...standing here
naked while you've got all of your clothes on."

He was tugging my shirt out of my pants and then I lifted my
arms while he pulled it off over my head.  Suddenly I felt
all....well naked but Sam seemed to see that and grabbed a
shirt off of the back of a chair and draped it over my
shoulders.  He opened my belt and then knelt down in front
of me and slowly pulled my pants and underwear down.  He had
to pull the waistband away like I did because my cock was
sticking straight up towards the ceiling.  He just looked at
my cock and then looked up and me and smiled.  Then he
reached forward and gently wrapped his warm hand around my
balls and then took the head of my cock into his mouth.

The shock was total and I gasped, "Oh fuck!" and collapsed
onto his shoulders.  He kept sucking and I felt like I was
being turned inside out.

I pushed him over backwards and he fell slowly bracing
himself with his arms and never letting my cock out of his
mouth.  When he was flat on the floor I turned and took his
cock back into my mouth and sucked on it hard.  I knew that
one of us was whimpering and I was pretty sure that it was
me.'

In a moment he was pushing his hips into the air and then
shot after shot of his hot cum filled my mouth.