Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2004 14:00:50 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 5

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                          The Good Doctor 5

Jase is dressed in his pajamas and is sitting on my lap with
one arm tight around my neck but his eyes are glued to the
television.  He's soooo thin.

"Dad, is that really a dead body?"

I look up startled and then grab the remote control and
switch the channel.  "Jase, you're not supposed to watch
that junk and NO that was not REALLY a dead body and why on
earth would you wanna see one anyway?"

Jase fake shivers and says.  "It scares me, Dad."  He turns
in my arms and presses his forehead to mine and stares into
my eyes.  "Do I have to go to bed?"  His breath is little
boy sweet against my face.

"Well......"

"Dad, I wanna say goodnight to Doctor O'Connor, he's so
cool, nobody else knows a doctor."

I smile at him.  "You like him?"

Jase nods vigorously and then yawns.  "He's nice."

I swing my legs up onto the sofa.  "Okay, here's the deal.
You lay your head down on my chest and when Pete gets here
I'll make sure you get a chance to say goodnight."

"I don't have to sleep?"

"Nope.  Just lay your head down."

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

I was first aware of whispering and then realized that Jase
was no longer lying on my chest but the whispering was
coming from him.

"We can wake him up."

"It's okay, Jase.  He must be tired, let him sleep a bit."

"He lifted weights and then we went swimming.  You think
that made him tired?"

"Maybe.  Did you guys swim hard?"

"Dad swam laps!  That means that you swim from one end of
the pool all the way to the other end and then come back.
When he does that I have to count how many times he does it
cause he forgets.  He swam a bunch of times."

I lifted my head and saw the back of Pete and Jason's heads.
They were sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa.  I
dropped my arm over Pete's shoulder and draped it over his
chest, he immediately covered it with his own.  That feels
so right.

Jase turned his head and pointed at me.  "You fell asleep,
Dad."

Pete dropped his head back against the sofa and twisted it
around to look at me.  He spoke softly.  "We don't have to
do this tonight.  I could take off and we could get together
tomorrow or the next day."

I grinned at him.  "Don't even think it.  Your staying put."
I put my hand to my face and smelled my breath.  "Oh God!
Dog breath!"  I climbed off of the sofa and went into the
small bathroom off of the foyer and rinsed with mouthwash.

Walking back through the foyer I looked down at myself.  I
should have changed.  Old blue jeans a red tee shirt and no
shoes or socks.  Great!  Really looks like I went to a lot
of effort!  I looked up at Pete.

"I forgot to change.  We laid down for a second......I
forgot."

"Eric, you look fine."  He's sitting on the floor with his
arms around his knees, his eyes a deep blue.  I want to push
him gently backwards and straddle his waist.

"Yeah, Dad, you look okay."  Obviously Jase is not overly
impressed.

I hold out my hands to Jason and he grabs them and pulls
himself up.  "Time for bed kiddo."

He says,  "Okay," and then pulls away from me and kisses
Pete.  "Goodnight, Doctor O'Connor.  I gotta go to bed now."
Jase turns to leave but then stops and turns back to Pete.
"But we can have breakfast tomorrow.  My dad and I fix
breakfast and you can eat with us."

Pete blushes and I stammer.  "Come on Jason!  It's time for
bed."  Geez, you can't take that kid anywhere.

I get him tucked in and walk back into the family room and
kneel down in front of Pete. He looks up at me and his lips
part slightly.  I slowly lean forward and kiss him.  I feel
his warm hands sliding up under my tee shirt and he's
kissing me back big time.  If he hasn't run by now he's
isn't going to.  At least I don't think so.

I held his hand and stood up pulling Pete up with me.
"Let's go to my bedroom."  He didn't move but pulled me to
him and stared into my eyes.

"You're sure.....really sure?"  Geez I need sex!  Am I sure?

"Yes."  I want to run and look out the window to see if
there are television trucks out there for filming "The
Breeding of Eric Cortland", a penetrating look, from an
essay by famed author Helen Cortland.

There's lube and condoms in the nightstand drawer.  I didn't
want to leave them out cause I didn't wanna scare anyone.

"What about Jason?"

"He thinks that you're here for a sleep over.  From his
point of view at his age it's the most normal thing in the
world."

"What if he sees me leaving your room in the morning won't
it upset him?"

"Hell, he's counting on it.  You heard him, he wants us to
have breakfast together."  I reach out and pull Pete to me
by his belt.  "I need to be with you."  He rested his arms
on my shoulders and stared into my eyes.  "I've been
thinking about you.......pretty much nonstop since we met."
I reached out and laid my hand on his chest.  "And the thing
is; my cock is just really gonna break in half if it presses
any harder against my pant leg."

Pete tilted his head forward and kissed my forehead and then
brushed his lips downward over my face until they met mine.
He pulled away a fraction of an inch and spoke in a whisper.
"Medically speaking that probably wouldn't be a good
thing.....we should probably do something about that." He
ran his hands down my back and slipped them into the back of
my jeans.

He pulled his head back and smiled at me.  "No underwear?"

"I thought that I might need a clincher."

"Hah!  I'm the one who's already head over heels in love.
But I gotta tell ya, this helps."

I broke away slowly from Pete's embrace and then took his
hand and pulled him with me.  "Let's go to my room.  I think
that Eleanor has cameras covering this one."  I stop for a
moment and look back at him.  "You're not hangin out there
by yourself with the whole love thing....not anymore." Am I
sure?  I think so.

I turned and locked my bedroom door.  Tonight would not be a
good one for little surprises.  Not that I'd ever leave Jase
locked out in the hallway for more than a couple of seconds
but that's a couple of seconds that can make a big
difference.

I felt awkward.  Pete looked like he felt the same.  I was
only wearing two articles of clothing, a tee shirt and my
jeans and I figured that maybe the fastest way to break the
ice would be to get rid of that stuff.  Pete was starting to
move towards me when I whipped the tee shirt off over my
head and then dropped the jeans and stepped out of them.  My
very relieved cock sprang up and bounced in the air like the
gate at a railroad crossing.

Pete stopped and looked at me, his eyes traveling up and
down my body.  "Oh...God."  His voice was a hoarse whisper.
"You're beautiful."  What's he been drinking?

I spread my arms.  "It's just me."  I'm beginning to feel
kinda lonely and Pete moves forward quickly like maybe he's
reading my mind and wraps me totally in his arms.  To do
that I gotta lift my cock so that it's pointing up and
pressed between us.  He feels so warm and I bury my nose in
his neck, he smells fantastic.  His left hand has traveled
down my back and is caressing my butt.  That seems to happen
a lot.

I free myself enough to start unbuttoning his shirt.  Wow,
my very own doctor to play with!  "I'm figuring that this
would work better if I'm not the only one naked."

He laughs quietly.  "You're probably right."  He slips off
his shoes and then struggles with his belt while I push his
shirt to one side and then bend over and take his right
nipple in mouth.

"Oh fuck!"  This from a guy who seems to think "Holy Cow!"
is an expletive.  I like it!

I stand back up while I'm unzipping his pants.  Pete and I
are kissing and it's like how you can't eat one potato chip
and pretty soon the inside of his mouth is like the most
important thing in the world to me.  He tastes soooo good
and he kisses in a way that makes me feel......well, needed.
His kisses are slow, languorous, it's like he's savoring me,
fingertips moving over my face, touching my eyelids,
caressing my ears and his whole hand molding to my neck.

I feel his cock poking me and I reach down and wrap my hand
around it.  Holy crap!  That's goin in me?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh......maybe.

Pete shucks off his pants and underwear while continuing to
kiss me.  It feels like we're moving and I realize that he's
slowly moving me backwards towards the bed.

"I seem to remember you asking about prostate exams.  Have
you ever had one?"

"Ahhhh.....just one that I don't think counts.  Are you
gonna......"

We crawled backwards onto the bed and somehow he seemed to
end up kneeling between my legs.

He was beginning to slide his knees under my legs pushing
them gently apart and up but he stopped for a moment and
leaned over and kissed me.  "It pays," he kissed me again,
"to be sure."  I could feel his cock bouncing around down
near my asshole and moving against my inner thigh.

Pete reached over to the nightstand and retrieved the lube
and a condom.  Oh God!  This is gonna happen!

Soon I could feel the cold lube being applied to my butt.  I
know that my muscles are freezing up.  This is something
that I want like crazy and am scared to death of.

Pete is so gentle, gentle and confident.  I can feel the
confidence through his fingers, they move surely but softly.
He's slowly massaging my butt muscles, making large lubed
circles.  I can't even be sure when his finger entered me,
one minute it wasn't in and then it was, no pain, just maybe
a little pressure and still the gentle massaging.  Then,
after a bit there were two in, the pressure was a little
more but Pete was moving so slowly that it all just seemed
to happen.

I could hear the condom package being torn open.  "Pete?
Was that what I think it was?"

"I think that you're ready."  He rubs my upper thighs.
"Just calm down."  He bends over again and kisses me and
keeps his mouth next to mine.  "I would never hurt you and I
understand how these muscles work, all you need to do is lie
there and think about how much you love me."  Oh....well
that I can do.

It sounds kinda corny but there's sex and then there's
making love.  I guess that even though I'd heard that, like
a million times, and thought, "Yeah right!." I never REALLY
thought about it.  Not that I hadn't thought about getting
fucked because I thought about that a lot.  I had imagined
what it would feel like with big cocks or little cocks fat
cock and thin cocks.  I imagined everything from total mind
blowing pleasure to being impaled on something that was
tearing my guts out.

The one thing that I didn't imagine, that I guess that I had
no point of reference for was being fucked by someone who
loved me, someone who cared more about what I was feeling
than what he was feeling.  Yeah, there was still the usual,
"fuck me, yeah, yeah, harder, faster, oh god I'm cuming
crap, actually twice, but along with that and far more
important than that was Pete making love to me.  His lips
kissing my eyelids and his face buried in my neck, his
caressing me, gentling me, while I adjusted to his cock,
while I adjusted to everything.  I really am a little kid
and he really is an adult.

After the second time we fucked and I went and got another
towel from my bathroom and cleaned us up again.  I tossed
the towel on the floor and climbed back into bed and laid
kinda half on Pete's chest, my left leg over his right leg
and my head on his chest just under his chin.  We didn't say
anything for a half an hour, nothing, just wrapped his arms
around me.  He just held me and even now that seems like
such a simple thing but it was profound, really deep.  It
was like I let myself go in that thirty-minute period, all
the tension and fear and doubt, just seemed to drop away.

I realize now that I hadn't been in love with Janet.  She
was, for a long time, my best friend and we had great sex
together, well for a while anyway but I didn't love her, not
like I think that I love Pete.  I don't know how this guy
snuck up on me, how he got past my radar but he did and it
has totally fucked with my mind.

I got up to pee around four in the morning and I watched him
in the dim light for a while as he slept.  His face is so
strong, strong jawed and determined and yet kind, his blond
hair looking brown spread carelessly across his forehead and
the pillow.  There's nothing sexier than a powerful guy
who's being gentle because he loves you and as I slid back
into bed Pete wrapped his muscular right arm around me and
pulled me gently to him so that my back was pressed to his
front, his still half hard cock pressed against my butt.

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

When I walk into the kitchen in the morning Pete is standing
in front of the stove wearing only black knit boxers and
making scrambled eggs, Jase is wearing red briefs and is
staring at the toaster.  Pete turns as I walk in and grins
at me.

"Jase tells me that to do this properly we have to be in our
underwear." His huge soft cock is pushed off to one side.  I
want him to come back to bed and hold me forever.

I grin back.  "Thems the rules!"

Feeling a tad guilty about a night of unbridled lust, I
kneel down next to Jase and put my arm around his shoulders.
"How's the toast coming, Buddy?"

"It's taken forever, Dad!"  He looks at me with concerned
look.  "Is it okay if I call Doctor O'Connor, Pete?  He says
that cause were friends that that's what I should call him."

"It sure is, Jase."  He smiles.

When we finally sit down to eat I look across the table at
Pete.  He always seems to be tanned.  This morning his hair
seems darker and is hanging over his forehead.  Where the
fuck does a doctor find the time needed to get their body to
look like that?

"Pete, how do you find time to work out?"

"It's not easy!  I finally bought one of those complete gym
machines for the house.  It works well there, gives me a
chance to burn off the anxiety about patients....and other
stuff."

I raise an eyebrow.  "Other stuff?"

Jase is pretending that his fork is an airplane and is
zooming the food into his mouth.

Pete ducks his head and then looks up again.  "Well, it's
not a problem anymore."  He smiles at me and glances at
Jase.  "I'm really hoping that it won't ever be a problem
again."  Then he gives me a lopsided grin.

I look down at my plate and smile and then look up at him.
"I'm thinking that you can pretty much count on that."  Oh
great!  Now I know what a teenage girl feels like, in more
ways than one.

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

After Pete leaves for work Jase and I run around like
nutcases trying to get ready in time, me for work, and him
for daycare.

Finally we're putting on the finishing touches.

I kneel down in front of Jase and straighten his shirt.  I
touch the tip of his nose with my finger.

"Okay, so who's your absolutely all time favorite person?
Wait, wait....not including the guy on Smallville."

Jason points gleefully at me.  "That's youuu, Dad!"

"Okay, so who's MY absolutely all time favorite person?
Jase giggles and points at himself.  "That's meee, Dad!"

"Okay, okay, and what are you gonna tell em when I'm old and
they wanna put me in a home?"

Jase giggles at the impossible thought.  "No!!!  He's gonna
live with meeee!"

"That's my boy!"