Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2006 19:29:16 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 47

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From the previous chapter:

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.


			    The Good Doctor 47

				   Eric

David is a very happy looking young man this morning.  Normally our
breakfast in your underwear tradition was something that made him pretty
uncomfortable.  Usually he sat at the table and gave a pretty good
imitation of someone hiding but not this morning.  This morning he was
leaning casually against the kitchen counter wearing only his blue checked
Abercrombie & Fitch boxers and a big smile while he sipped his coffee.
Even Jase did a double take.

Pete was at the stove making eggs and I was watching the subtle play of his
butt muscles under the taut fabric of his white boxer briefs while I
planted my own butt next to David's against the counter.

"So are Sam's mom and dad nice?"  By the look on his face I'd be amazed if
he recognized them if they walked into the kitchen right now.  Oh, David,
you are a lucky boy!

"Oh...yeah...they were cool.  Sam's looks just like his dad...well maybe
not as big."

I said, "Well Sam's a pretty good guy I guess that that had to come from
somewhere."

David nodded yes and was blushing like he was on the verge of combustion
and I decided to take a chance.  I turned and took his face in my hands and
for once he didn't get all nuts and looked up at me with half closed eyes
and a smile on his face.

"You handling this okay?"  We both knew what I was talking about.

He nodded yes and I pulled his head to my chest and said just above a
whisper, "You need to talk about this just lemme know...even if I'm at
work, just call."  He nodded yes against my chest.

  I turned to my little toast maker Jase.

"How are you doing this morning?"

"I dowanna go to school."

Pete came over with a platter of scrambled eggs bent and kissed the top of
Jase's head and said, "School attendance isn't optional."  My sentiment
exactly, if I had to go through it everybody does.

Jase reached out his hand and David took it.  Jase said softly, "Will you
put these on the table I gotta make four more."


As soon as David, Jase and I pulled up in front of the High School Sam came
running over and held open the door for David.  After David was out Sam
slid into the front seat and said, "Mr. Cortland, do you s'pose it'd be
okay if I picked David up in the morning and brought him home at night?"

I smiled at him.  "Ahhh...sure, Sam, as long as it's okay with David."
Like there was some chance that it wouldn't be.

Sam was beaming.  "Thanks, Mr. Cortland!  Then I'll drive David home this
afternoon...if you're sure that it's okay."

I stared at him for a moment.  "I'm sure, Sam.  But, Sam...I'm expecting
you to be a responsible guy.  Understand?  He's young and I wouldn't want
him hurt...in any way."

"No, Sir, I'd never let David get hurt."  He got a conflicted look on his
face and I smiled at him.

"Sam, I said responsible, not celibate.  I know that you guys are gonna do
what you're gonna do, I just want you to think."  I put my hand on the side
of his neck.  "Okay?"

He looked relieved and grinned. "Yes, Sir...and thanks."

On the way to drop Jase off at his school I looked at him in the rearview
mirror and asked, "So why didn't you want to go to school today?"

He frowned and looked out the window.

"You don't wanna tell me?"

"You'll make a joke outta it."  He kept staring out the window.

Well this was unusual.  "I promise, Jase, I won't make a joke."  That is
the sort of thing that I do.  I get it from my dad who used to do it to me
all the time.  You'd think that I'd learn.

"You say that you won't but when I tell you you'll still do it."  Okay, I
have done that but I really didn't think that he was gonna like write it
down or something so that he'd never forget.

"Okay, I promise that I won't make a joke out of it and I also promise that
I won't double cross you."

"What do I get if you still double cross me?"  Geez I'm proud of him!

"I dunno, a dollar?"

"Dad!  A dollar?"

"Okay, whadya want?"

"A cell phone."

"A cell phone?  You gotta be kidding!"

He was grinning at me.  "If you're telling me the truth you won't ever have
to get me one."  There is that.

"Okay a cell phone but this better be good."

He sighs.  "It's Kathy Ryan again."

"The little bitc...girl who was giving you a hard time before?"

He lays his head all the way back against the seat.  "She says that I'm
cute."

"You are cute."

He rolls his eyes which seeing that in a rearview mirror seems really odd.
"She makes me embarrassed."

"Sooooooo are you mad because she says it when people are around to hear
it?"

He just nods yes and I wonder if he realizes that I couldn't see that if I
wasn't looking in the rearview mirror that I don't even think that he's
aware of.

"But if she said it when nobody else was around it'd be okay?"

"I dunno.  It's stupid."  Geez it's hell to be six.

"So why not just ask her not to say it unless you're alone with her?"

"Cause then she'd say it all the time!"

"Do you like her?"

"Sometimes."

As it turned out Kathy Ryan was probably not destined to like him or any
Cortland.




I love my new expanded warehouse.  Okay...well maybe love is too strong a
word but I really really like it.  No more a case of crap being piled so
deep in what are supposed to be aisles so that you can't even walk down
them, it's great and it's even been great for business.

Naturally Jane and Ellen have bitched endlessly since we started building
the addition and have continued that nonfuckingstop every fucky second of
every fucking day until sometimes I think that they're gonna drive me right
out of my fucking mind...but it's okay...they'll get used to it.

We did have to hire two new guys to help with the increase in business but
that's a good thing...generally.  The one guy is Larry Perkins, early
twenties, wife, two kids, hard worker.  The other guy is Marc
Townly...that's Marc with a c.  Marc is also early twenties and a hard
worker and I'm pretty sure that he's gay.  Course knowing if someone is gay
is something that I'm really lousy at, I mean I didn't even know that I was
gay until...well...anyway...it took a while.

Okay so the weird thing is this...little Hershey kisses have begun
appearing on my desk.  Now there's no fucking way the Jane or Ellen are
parting with a piece of their candy as demonstrated by the fact that both
of their butts are big enough to support orbiting moons.  And unless I've
totally missed something none of my other guys are gay...okay, I could have
missed something, I do it all the time but I think that I would have picked
up on it by now.

When I leave at night, okay...afternoon, my desk is clear but by morning a
little silvery Hershey's kiss has appeared.  I thought about checking for
fingerprints but the foil on those things is kind of crinkly and I don't
think it'd support them and I don't know how to do it anyway.

Well anyway, the thing is that I don't really know that he's doing it and
even if he is doing it it's not like they're time bombs and you can't just
go firing people.  My dad was hell on that.  You didn't hire people until
you absolutely needed them and the last fucking thing on earth that you did
was to fire them.

Oh and he's cute...not fucking HOT like Pete, but cute.  Tall, dark brown
hair, eyes of some color, trim body, packed crotch and cute butt, like I
said, cute.

So my problem is how do I break all this to Pete.  I should say that that
WAS my problem because I called Pete this morning and pretty much forced
him into coming over and taking me to lunch.  I'm also gonna give him a
tour of the warehouse and introduce him to the new guys.  That'll give him
a chance to get all alpha male and territorial and shit and hopefully scare
the crap out of anyone who might have...ideas.

Pete has broad shoulders and stands ramrod straight as he just did when he
first walked through the door, then he spotted Jane and Ellen and walked
over with a huge smile on his face and generally made them both nearly wet
their pants while he turn those million watt baby blues on em and
remembered their names and crap like that.  Anyway, given the chance,
they'd replace me with Pete in a heartbeat, hell I would too.

Thirty minutes later were being seated at a nice table overlooking the bank
parking lot of a frilly little restaurant that puts assorted teas made out
of roots and shit on the table and serves their coffee in delicate little
cups.  It's not that I have anything against a decent cup of real tea but
this root crap makes me nuts.  I mean as soon as you walk into the place
you know that there's no fucking way that you're getting a decent meal
here.

I smile at Pete.  "What made you pick this place?"

"My mom talked about it."  Enough said.

He laughed.  "You hate it!"

This is the point where you always lie no matter what anyone else tells
you.  "I don't hate it...the food may be great...it'll probably be great."

Pete fixes me with those eyes.  "Your new guy wants you."  This is not
necessarily the bad thing that it seems.

"Is that why you stood there glaring at him?"

He took a sip of his coffee.  "Believe me it was a better idea than what I
wanted to do."

"You were gonna beat em up?"

He laughed and seemed to relax.  Staring down into his coffee he said,
"Something like that."

I reach over and wrap my finger around his.  "Lemme just say three things.
First, what he feels I can't do anything about.  Second, he doesn't stand a
chance and third I didn't hire him.  Although looking at his application I
probably would have."

Pete puts his elbow on the table props his chin up on his hand and stares
out of the window.  "I know...and I know that it's crazy that it makes me
feel this way."

I decide to kid him.  It's a little like poking a lion with a short stick.
"You're invited to our company swim party next week.  Maybe you'll feel
better once you get to know him."

He lifts his head drops his hand and stares at me hard.  His voice is
louder.  "Swim party?"

"Yeah we do it every year.  We rent the pool down at the YMCA and do like a
swim thing.  Gives me a chance to try out my new suits."

He looks like he's about to take my head off but then laughs.  "You little
shit!"  He takes my hand.  "You are gonna be fucked so raw you won't be
thinking about anything but me leaving for work in the morning so you have
a chance to heal."  See, it isn't necessarily a bad thing.



I was already home watching my mom cook when I heard Sam's car and then two
doors slam but I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

The two boys were standing in the doorway with Sam hanging onto David who's
face was smeared with blood and tears.  Sam looked like he wanted to die.

Sam's face was twisted in barely controlled rage and his voice pleading.
"Mr. Cortland, David's been hurt but it's really not as bad as it looks.  I
was gonna clean..."

My mother beat me to them and yelled, "In here sit.  Quickly!  Eric get
towels and bandages!"

I yelled, "Sam, what the fuck ha..." but she cut me off.

"ERIC!  Do as I say, NOW!

I grabbed what I needed and hurried back to the kitchen where my mother had
pretty well already cleaned him up and Sam was right, it really didn't look
all that bad.

Sam was kneeling next to David who looked totally embarrassed by all the
attention.

Sam looked up and me and then at my mother.  "I just left him for a second
to go to the john and when I came out he was lying there like this.  It's
that damn kid that did it before.  I shoulda killed the son-of-a-bitch
then!"

To my utter amazement my mother looked...almost serene.

She said quietly, "David, who was the boy that did this?"

He looked at her oddly and then looked pleadingly at me.

"Ma, he's afraid that if he tells you and you do something that it'll only
make it worse.  High School kids get all crazy about that."

She looked at him and said, "David, do you trust me?  I haven't ever given
you reason not to trust me but do you?"  What a loaded question.

He looked up at her and said, "I just know his first name...I mean I knew
the last name but I can't remember it.  His first name is Brad."

I looked at him.  "Red hair, fat?"

David nodded yes.

"That little bastard I'll kill him and his old man too!"  I grabbed for the
telephone but my mother's hand shot out like a praying mantis and grabbed
mine.

"That's your friend, Brad?  That's his son?"

"Gotta be.  I looked at David.  "Does the last name of Ryan sound right?"

He nodded and said, "That's it."

I said, "Gimme the phone, Ma!"

She said, "Eric, take the boys into the family room and get them a coke and
get yourself a beer...oh and I'll take a glass of wine."

"Ma lemma call that asshole and deal with this!"

"Eric...just do as I ask, I'll make the call."

I must have looked at her like she was nuts.

"What?  You don't think I know how to dial?" I didn't mention anything
about the phone not having a dial.

When I got back she was leaning back in the most uncomfortable chair in the
room.  I sat on the one side of David, while Sam was on the other side
holding his hand.  Jase came running out of his room but when he looked
around he got all silent and climbed onto my lap and kind of burrowed
backward into my chest.

She said into the phone, "Lemme talk to Harold."

She took a sip of her wine and winked at David.  "He's your attackers
grandfather.  The jerk!"

Apparently they tried to give her the runaround.  "Just tell him that it's
Helen Cortland and that if he doesn't want his lifestyle to change soon he
better get his ass to the phone."  She was enjoying this.

After a minute.  "I'm fine Harold.  How are you?  I drive past that big
used car lot all the time and it just seems to get busier, more cars and
sooo many customers.  I see you even put up a new building."

"I can imagine and don't worry Harold I won't keep you long.  Harold I got
a call from a friend of mine that works at the high school and she told me
that she saw your grandson Bradley beating up my adopted grandson, David."

I looked at David and kind of sheepishly said, "We've been meaning to ask
you if you'd be willing to do that?"

She said into the phone with a laugh in her voice.  "You're right, boys
will be boys but we can come back to that.  I really wanted to discuss the
used car lot with you."

"Actually Harold there's a lot to discuss and no Honey you don't have a
lease.  If you remember you were too damn cheap to hire a lawyer so you
said that we could just use mine.  What you do have is a month to month
rental agreement."

She put her hand over the phone and said.  "The whole damn family is
stupid."

"No, Harold, it's not the same as a lease.  Under our agreement I only have
to give you thirty days notice and then you have to vacate the property and
after you've gotten that notice and the thirty days are up you become
responsible for two things, Sweetheart."

"Number one is that you have to return the property to the exact state it
was in when you took possession and Harold, I have pictures that show every
beautiful tree.  The second thing is that for every day past that thirty
day limit that you stay you pay $5,000 per day instead of the usual rent.
If you remember I asked you at the time if that was too high and and you
said no that you'd never want to leave the property anyway."

She held the phone away from her ear and we could her the old man
screaming.

She brought the phone to her mouth.  "Harold, I know that I'm not your
attorney but something else that you might want to consider is that you
signed the agreement personally not as the president of Ryan Motors.
Remember you wanted to rerent the property to the corporation."

She held the phone away from her ear again as she took a sip of wine.  She
shook her head.  "How these people ever survived in business is beyond me.
He is a good salesman though."

She said into the phone.  "Harold you have another problem that we should
discuss now too.  I just got off the phone with my attorney and he
suggested filing criminal charges against your grandson for attacking my
grandson and then filing a civil suit against your son.  He feels that a
hundred grand is not out of the question.  Of course if you lose the car
lot that might make money a little tight."

She held the phone away from her ear again and shook her head.  "I gotta
end this.  I just can't stand talking to him.  I should feel sorry for his
wife but she's just as dumb as he is."

She sighed and brought the phone to her mouth.  "Shutup Harold!  First of
all do I call my attorney and tell him to go ahead?  I want twenty-five."
A pause.  "Twenty.  Harold fifteen is as low as I go and I want the check
here within the hour.  Second, Bradley disappears."  She slowly shook her
head.  "No you idiot, I don't mean kill him!  Transfer him to another
schoo, enlist him in the army I don't give a damn but if he returns to that
school I call the cops.  And Harold, if my grandson gets so much as a dirty
look from anyone I'm gonna assume you started spreading things around and
I'll turn that fifteen acres back into farm land faster than you can say
Henry Ford!  So you better spread the word to that bunch of bums that you
call your family and lay down the law!"

She turned off the phone shrugged and smiled at David.  "Well that's one
way to build up your college fund."  She leaned forward and smiled.
"You're having lasagna tonight!"