Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2006 03:12:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 50

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From the previous chapter:
Soon he had his mouth sucking on my asshole and I was
certain that this was the surprise and it sure was a hell of
one but then he surprised me.  He was sucking on my cock and
on his finger too and then I felt it pushing into me and my
legs tried to straighten so hard that I almost jumped out of
his arms.  It was the most intense wonderful feeling that I
had ever felt and when he shoved it further in I came hard
into his mouth just as his enormous load of cum was gushing
into mine.


                    The Good Doctor 50


My mother put her hand on my arm for emphasis.  "Eric, I
don't see that you have a choice.  You can tell Pete and you
should but you have to do more than that.  But you've been
planning to have a company party of some kind anyway and I
think you should go ahead with it but be sure and include
the families.  That way when you show up with Pete this Marc
guy will get the picture.  Understand?"

Is it unusual for her to make sense or is it just the way
that I look at what she says?

"Okay, so the plan is that we take everyone out for dinner
and get em all blitzed and show em what a great couple Pete
and I are."

My mother was nodding her head.  "I'm not sure about the
getting them drunk part but that's the basic idea."

"I originally kidded Pete that we were gonna make it a pool
party but he got these kinda seizure things so that's
probably not the best idea."

She shook her head slowly and looked down.  "I know what
he's going thru."  She patted my hand and said, "Maybe
something a little more ordinary.  She brightened and said
enthusiastically, "Something where people can dance.  You're
such a good dancer."  I am a good dancer if I do say so
myself.  "Your father used to rent a big room at Ermallio's
with a dance floor and he'd get a band and everything.  It
was so nice, he'd always buy me a corsage and he and I would
lead the first dance.  It was romantic!"

Romantic?  Romantic.  Romantic!  Pete looks so hot all
cleaned up.

She touched my hand again and said, "You could also invite
customers.  We used to.  Give the people at work a chance to
see who they're dealing with."  Like Rose?  Rose.  She'll
come looking like Bette Davis on a bad night.  Pete-ah!
Pete-ah!  Pete-ah!  Except in Rose's case it'd be, Anyone!
Anyone! Anyone!

My mother backhanded my arm.  "Eric!  Where do you GO when
I'm talking to you?"

"Huh?  I was wondering how many people we could count on
showing up!"  A lie.  "Quit hitting me!"

I rubbed my arm.  "Anyway, how do you hire a band? I'm mean,
where would you go to do that?"

"Just call Ermallio's and reserve a room and they'll be able
to help with the band."

I got to thinking about being confined in a room with all
those people.  "Does it have to be inside?  It's been pretty
nice out lately why not do some sort of bar-b-que thing?"

She shrugged.  "You could, Garanski Park outside of town can
be rented.  They've got that beautiful pavilion.  You want
me to check?



"Okay now don't get mad at me."  I was straddling Pete's
naked waist with his hard cock trapped under my naked butt.
I've found that this tends to be the best position to get
him to agree to things.

His hand disconcertingly went to my balls.  I looked down at
my testicles cradled in his large hand.

"Being not only a guy but a doctor you do know how sensitive
those are don't you?"

He smiled and said, "I promise to be gentle."

"This'd probably be a good time for ya to run over in your
mind that oath you took about not doing any harm."

"Eric, tell me!"

I gently thrust my hips slightly forward just to remind him
of the fun we're gonna be having once this unpleasantness is
taken care of.

"Okay, remember the last time you came over and took me to
lunch?  Remember the new guy in the warehouse that was
putting Hershey's kisses on my desk?"  I'm sure that he
didn't realize it but he was tightening his grip on my nuts.

"Now this is the part that you might not like.  See I think
he's started doing it again.  Not that I can be sure that
it's him doing it because I can't be, it could be anyone."

He looked angry and said, "It's him!"

I gently pried his fingers off of my balls one by one and
then bent forward and kissed him.  "He doesn't matter.  I
hope you know that."

He pulled my head down and kissed me so hard it took my
breath away.

He pulled away and took a deep breath.  "I know that.  I
really do.  At least it's something that I know logically."
He sighed and grinned.  "Sometimes my gut reacts before my
brain has a chance to kick in.  So what you're saying is
that you'd rather I didn't kill him?"

I nodded yes.  "It'd probably be a big break for my
insurance rates."

"Alright, now for part 2 of "Don't get mad at me."

He dropped his head back on the pillow.  "Eric, you're
killing me!"

I clenched my butt muscles and his lips parted, it centers
him.

"Well, the thing is that my mom, you know how she can be,
all irritating and shit, well she had this wacky idea, not
unlike most or her ideas, that she bludgeoned me into going
along with and you're probably gonna hate it but remember
that it's not my idea and if you just think about it for a
minute and don't totally reject it out of hand I'm sure
you'll see that it definitely has some possibilities and
it's not like we can say no to her anyway...."

His hands grabbed my upper arms.  "Eric!  Breathe!"

I took a deep gasping breath.  "I knew you were gonna hate
it!  I tried to tell her!"

"Eric, you haven't told me what it is yet!"

"Oh.....you're sure?  I thought...well it doesn't matter.
She wants us, my company that is, to rent Garanski Park and
have a big kind of picnic thing with lots of food and
alcohol and dancing and shit. She figures that once this
Marc sees us together as a couple he'll realize that he's a
non-starter."

He stared at me for a moment.  "That's not a bad idea."

"Maybe it's the way I worded it."


As I walked thru the door from the garage Jase launched
himself at me from the kitchen doorway.  Little boys
sometimes seem to have the flying thing down pat and he
ended up with his arms wrapped tightly around my neck and
his legs wrapped around my waist.

He gave me a kiss and yelled, "Hi, Pop!"

"Hi back at ya Young'n, where's your grandma?"

"She's in the back yard planting stuff, tomato's and stuff,
you know?  Like farmers do?"

"Uh oh!  Maybe I should just sneak into the bedroom and take
a shower."  Jase still had me in wonderful stranglehold and
was bouncing up and down.

Reaching the safety of my room I flopped back on my bed with
Jase still attached.  He stretched out on top of me and
settled in, I kissed the top of his head.  I would happily
stay like this forever.

Finally Jase rolled over onto his stomach and then sat up
straddling my waist.  My eyes were closed and he reached
down and pried my eyelids up.

"I got a question, Dad."

I said with a smile.  "Well that's unusual."  He didn't
catch it.

"Is Sam gonna be my brother too?"

I wondered how much he really knew.  "What makes you ask
that?"

"Cause he and David are always gonna be together and David's
my brother."

"What makes you think that they'll always be together?"

"I heard Sam say it and he knows everything."

I grinned up at him.  "Even more than me?"  He nodded his
head gravely.

I should tell him to get Sam to answer the question.  "Well,
Jase, in that case I think that you probably could consider
Sam your brother.  Why don't you talk to David about it and
see what he says."

Jase got a worried look on his face.  "What am I gonna do
when David goes to college?

I ran my hands up his arms.  "What brings that up?"

"Sam was telling David that he had to keep getting good
grades so that he could go to college.  So that means he's
gonna go and when he does then I'll be all by myself."

"Pete and I don't count?"  He just waved his hand in
dismissal.  Apparently we don't.

"Jase, David isn't gonna be going to college for a long long
time.  I really don't think you need to be worrying about it
for quite a while and there's a lotta stuff gonna happen
between now and then."

Jase lifted his butt up and then dropped it down onto my
stomach.  I grunted.  Little boys think their dads are
indestructible.  "What's gonna happen, Dad?"

"Well for one thing you're gonna be a lot older and you're
not gonna be necessarily thinking the same way about lots of
things like you do now.  And for another thing David is
probably gonna be goin to school somewhere in either
Connecticut or Massachusetts or Rhode Island so it's not
like we won't be able to drive to see him on a weekend."

"We can?"

"Well I think that's pretty likely.  But, Jase, David is
only fourteen right now so you don't need to even be
thinking about this stuff."  Jase is a worrier and David has
helped him deal with a lotta stuff that's been hanging
around since his mom died.

I rolled over to my right and Jase ended up underneath me.
I kissed his forehead and said, "I'm surprised that you're
worrying about that and not worrying about something that
you really should be worried about."

He looked up at me and frowned.  "What, Dad?"

"ME EATING YOUR STOMACH!!!!"  I shoved his shirt up and
started blowing raspberries on his stomach while he screamed
and twisted trying to get away.

In a minute he's panting and exhausted.  I prop my head on
my hand and grin at him.  "I'm taking my shower now.  You
gonna do your clothes pickin out thing?"

He nodded yes while rubbing his stomach.

"Nothing too bizarre, okay?"  He rolled his eyes.



My mother is compulsive, everything has to be tidy,
organized....she's a.....well maybe psycho is too strong a
word.  That happens to mesh well with Jane and Ellen's
natural nuttiness and all three of them share a generalized
contempt for my ability to do anything.

Okay, I suppose that I do encourage it, at least to some
degree.  In my mom's case nothing makes her happier than
straightening out my life at least to the extent that she
can.  And all that she has to do to enlist the other two is
to look at them, flip her head in my direction and roll her
eyes.  At that cue Jane and Ellen both nod slowly and the
circle is formed.  The only thing missing is a black
cauldron and a big fire.

I think that all women are secretly certain that the men in
their lives are total fuckups who's only interests are
eating, football and beating off in the shower so that they
don't have to have sex with them.  Okay, maybe there's a
little truth to that.

I for one think that it's probably best that we keep them
thinking that.  We should have learned our lesson with the
whole letting them vote thing, they don't need any more
enlightenment.

Well, where I'm leading with this is the company picnic and
me getting out of organizing it.  I mean I think it's a
great idea and all and it may even have the intended
consequences but geez, I've got a business to run.

My mother seems to think that industrial supplies are just
pictures in a catalog and entries on a computer screen.
She's never been in a factory watching the drill bits and
cutting wheels that we've sold transform clumps of raw metal
into something actually useful.  And I still don't think she
gets it that when we screw up an order we can bring an
entire factory with hundreds of employees to a halt.  I
agree that Rose is the exception to all of this but if you
think about it she's really more like a man.  She woulda
been a great lesbian.

My dad understands but he told me once, "Kid, don't expect
women, especially your mother, to understand this, they're
working on a whole different set of problems."

Anyway, back to the picnic, mom is doing a great job of
pulling it together; she's really in her element.  Mom
organizes people a lot like Al Capone did and I'm sure the
Parks Department is littered with the bodies of the less
than helpful but she got what she wanted and is now
organizing David, Sam and a bunch of cousins to get tables
set up the way she wants them.  I don't doubt for a moment
that she's got some master plan that guarantees the success
of this venture but I'd just as soon not know what it is and
simply remain a tool.

Jase is the only one who has remained a non-working observer
and since he's able to pass freely from one camp to the
other I kinda use him as a spy.  Of course my mom is
probably doing the same thing but at least we both know
where we stand.

So far I've managed to avoid having to do anything regarding
the picnic, for a while there I thought that I might get
trapped having to hire the band because my mom said that she
wasn't even going to try to figure out what young people
liked.

Pete came to my rescue though when he suggested we get a DJ
and avoid the whole band thing all together.  Besides he had
a patient who was one and needed the work.  He added that
with a DJ we could also get some decent music that normal
people could dance to and with that he made a kind of
thrusting movement with his hips while snapping his fingers
and then made a grab for me.

I may not be strong but I am fast and slipped easily out of
his reach.  Not that I don't want him thrusting his hips
against me but sometimes it's nice to let the sexual tension
build.  So I just wiggled my butt at him and then ran to the
safety of Jase in the family room.  Later I'll lose the
underwear and just put on an old pair of gray gym shorts.
He loves those because he can sneak his hand up them and cup
my ass.


Spring was turning out to be about perfect in Connecticut.
The evenings dropped into the high forties but the days
quickly moved into the seventies with bright sun and blue
skies.

My mother's Pattonesque approach to picnic planning was
paying off and practically all the invites had responded to
in the affirmative meaning we could expect a couple hundred
guests for sure and since we had encouraged them to bring
their families we were maybe looking at twice that number.

Italian mothers don't believe in the concept of too many
people coming to dinner.  Their satisfaction is in direct
correlation to the size of the well-fed crowd.

While the menu certainly included the usual hot dogs,
hamburgers and sausages (both hot and mild) it also had a
substantial chunk of mom's Italian cooking repertoire.  So
the ovens of our extended family were percolating like the
blast furnaces of a Korean steel plant.  And lasagna, baked
ziti, and a half dozen other Italian specialties poured
forth to the extent that mom actually had to borrow
refrigerator space, an unheard of development.

Even in our own house the excitement seemed to be building
and Pete was wearing an odd little smile, which said that he
was up to something.  Sam started teaching David how to
dance and to my astonishment Jase showed us that he knew how
to do the Robot.

I looked at him dumbfounded.  "WHERE did you learn to do
that?"

Jase accepted our amazed praise as his do and told us "My
friend Bryan's brother showed us.  Pretty cool, huh?"

David and Sam's dancing seemed to be designed more to give
them a chance to hump each other than anything else.


The morning of the day of the picnic started with the sun
breaking thru a light morning haze that left dew glistening
on the grass.

My mother mentioned that as she came barging into our
kitchen invading our ritual, Breakfast in Your Underwear.
Pete, Jase and I are, of course, used to that but I thought
David was headed for a heart attack as he went totally rigid
and stumbled backwards into me.

I whispered in his ear, "Don't show fear.  It's when you
show fear that she attacks."  He managed to swivel his head
around and give me a "Am I gonna die?" look.

She stood there in the doorway with her hands on her hips
and said what she always says,  "You're just like a pack of
wild animals when I'm not around!"

There is some truth to that.

I wrap my arms protectively around David and pull him back
against my chest and even my mother is smart enough not to
say anything specifically about him and since Pete and Jase
are also exempt from being yelled at that leaves moi.

"Eric, are you staying in your underwear all day or do you
plan to help with your own picnic?"

I do a David hand off to a passing Pete, no sense in the
innocent getting hurt, and say, "I thought you had it all
taken care of, Ma."

This is like holding out a cape to a bull stamping your feet
and yelling, "Toro!  Toro!  Toro!"

The results are predictable.  "Oh you'd like that wouldn't
you?  Well, Mister, you can just do a little work too!  This
is your relationship that were talking.."  And on and on and
on it went.

After five minutes of being yelled at I call in an artillery
strike from an unexpected direction.  "Ma, you want a frozen
waffle?  They're really great ya just throw em in the
toaster.  Just like homemade."

She staggers but takes the hit and when the gun smoke clears
she fires back.  She grabs the box of frozen waffles off of
the counter and slams it into the trash.  "I feed you good
food all week so that you can kill yourselves with junk on
the weekend?"  Obviously she intends the answer to be no.

"Eric, you're not feeding my grandsons poison!"  Gee and I
thought I could wipe em all out at one time.

"Ma, they're wholewheat!"  She knows the value of that
statement and dismisses it with a flick of her hand.

Jase knows no fear, he really doesn't, maybe it's the Batman
boxers he's wearing   He says, "They're really good,
Grandma!"

She looks at me and shrugs.  "You did this.  Your kids are
gonna grow up thinking this is actual food."

She starts pushing us out of the kitchen.  "Everybody get
dressed!  I'll make real waffles!  Waffles without
chemicals!  Waffles that won't kill you!"

While mom may not fully appreciate the male bonding aspects
of our Breakfast in Your Underwear tradition she does make a
hell of a breakfast.  We had waffles with homemade blueberry
sauce and an endless supply of thick crisp bacon and big
glasses of ice-cold orange juice.

Of course after that we were put to work but that was gonna
happen with or without the great breakfast.

It was Pete and I and Jase, David and Sam.   Poor Sam got
sucked into this by his dog-in-heat like devotion to David.
But by one o'clock all of the food had been moved in coolers
to the park.  The boxes of paper plates plastic knives and
forks and napkins were put in place and after a couple of
phone calls during which a lot of Italian was spoken cars
full of relatives began arriving to help with the heating
and cooking.

Mom supervised and ran around for hours cooking, tasting,
arguing and cajoling.  At one o'clock we, Pete and I, went
home and showered and changed but Sam, David and Jase were
hanging around as they were earlier this being a more casual
event for them.

When we got back around 2:00 what had been a huge empty
concrete pavilion was now a teeming mass of freeloaders
scarfing up my profits.  Mom was loving it.  Somehow she
found the time to get home, change and return with my dad
who was now parked at a table in the shade shaking hands
with all the old timers.

When the crowd around my dad thinned I went over and put my
arm around his shoulders in what I felt was a singular
gesture of filial warmth and said, "Hi, Dad, glad you could
come."

He kept smiling but muttered under his breath, "Eric, what
are ya fucking nuts?  These losers are gonna cost ya like
three grand!"  I love it when he gets all sentimental and
actually it was closer to five grand.

I didn't want to get into the real reason for the picnic so
I just said, "Well it's like, you know, to thank em for the
business and shit."

He wasn't buying it but after living with my mom ever since
the planet was young he knew better than to argue.

Meanwhile the person that my dad never argued with, my
mother, was dragging my boyfriend around showing him off
like she had just brought him back from a hunting trip tied
to the fender of her car.  He was loving it!  First of all a
lot of them were his patients anyway and beyond that he just
likes to socialize.  Personally I would rather have been
home in my underwear watching ESPN and stuffing myself with
junk food.

Jase came running up to me grabbed my hand and dragged me
over to the very edge of the park where a small stream
meandered.

He was pointing down excitedly into the stream and yelling
for me to look.

"What, Jase?"

"I want one a those!  I want it for a pet!  I want a frog."

"What are ya gonna do with him?"  I was prepared for any
answer.

"I'm gonna keep him in my room for a pet."  Well that's
better than a lot of the other possibilities.

"Jase...I'm not sure that's the best idea."

"I won't hurt em."

"Jase.."

"C'mon, Dad!"

"Jase, what about his wife and kids?"

"Huh?"

"Jase, he's got a family just like you do and they all live
here in this stream.  But if you take him away they're all
gonna be real sad."

"Sad?"

"Well how would you feel if someone came and took you away
to live somewhere else.  Don'tcha think that I'd cry?"  Okay
there's a dirty trick aspect to this but for all anybody
knows what I just told him is true.


The DJ that Pete got us was actually pretty good and seemed
to have a great sense of what he should be playing for the
mood of the crowd.  We had gone from light and bouncy stuff
during the afternoon to Cole Porter and Gershwin in the
early evening when the over fifty crowd was feeling frisky
and then drifted thru slow rock and as the evening went on
the beat kept getting more and more insistent.

My mother was sitting with my dad and looked to be getting
edgier and edgier as the sun went lower.  I was on the dance
floor with Rose's receptionist who turned out to be a really
great dancer but she had the annoying habit of rubbing her
pendulous breasts against me every time she could do it
without looking too much like a hooker.

Glancing again at my mom's table I saw that she had captured
Pete yet again and then while I watched she pulled a small
silver flask out of her purse and poured something into
Pete's glass of ginger ale.  They both looked down at his
plastic glass and seemed to giggle.

Just then the DJ switched to Guns N Roses and Colleen pulled
my attention back to her with a come fuck me look and we
began to boogey to Rocket Queen.  Out of the corner of my
eye I saw Marc get up from the table he had been at with
some other guys from the warehouse and their families and
start to walk slowly towards us stripping off his green tee
shirt as he walked.  Well I noticed a couple of things right
off the first being that his cargo shorts were barely
hanging on his hips and there's no fucking way he had
underwear on but then neither did I.  He stopped right
behind Colleen and I prayed that he was going to ask her to
dance but when she felt his hand on her shoulder and turned
around he just said, "Mind if I cut in?"

Colleen got a disgusted what the fuck is the world coming to
look on her face and then said, "Oh why not?" and went
stomping off.

Marc and I began to move to the rhythm and my eyes were
glued to his torso as he pressed one hand flat against his
upper abdomen and slid it slowly down to the top of his
crotch.

I kept thinking of tomorrow's headline, "Doctor Kills
Lover's Employee at Company Picnic," or maybe just, "Doc
Offs Rival."

I was trying not to look at Marc, which caused me to see my
very own Doc as he got up from the table with my mom.  He
downed his drink and slowly peeled off his Polo revealing
his vee shaped cut bod and then he slowly sauntered towards
us with his khaki's riding low on his hips and an odd little
smile in his lips.  The sun was near setting and hanging
lanterns had been turned on and their warm light was
highlighting the ridges of Pete's six pack as he tapped on
Marc's shoulder and said, "I'll take it from here."  Marc
took a long up and down look at my better half and knew the
battle was lost.

Just as Marc turned away they dropped the needle on Welcome
to the Jungle and Pete and I began to dance.



David

Sam and I both stood transfixed watching Eric and Pete
dance.  Their eyes were locked on each other and it was like
they were feeding off of one another, you could almost see
the combustion.

The pounding rhythm seemed to be pouring fuel on a
combustion that was happening between them and was now
running out of control.  My mouth was dry and my palms were
damp.

I knew that they were my dads now and I knew that they
probably shouldn't be making me horny but I was hard as a
rock and looking around I didn't think I was the only one.
There were half a dozen young guys sitting there with their
dates who looked like they were about to have an orgasm as
they stared open mouthed at my dads.

Finally when they started to play Welcome to the Jungle by
Guns N Roses the beat increased and so did everyone's blood
pressure as Eric slowly pealed off his tee shirt and stuffed
it into his back pocket.  His chest and torso were slick
with sweat and glistened in the light cast by the hanging
lanterns as Eric's body seemed to become one with the music
while his eyes seemed to cloud with lust as he and Pete
danced closer and closer together.

It was more than I could take!  I grabbed Sam's hand and
gasped, "I need it NOW, Sam!!"

He looked at me confused.  "Huh?"

I grabbed his shoulders.  "You gotta do it NOW!!  I gotta be
fucked NOW!!!!"

He turned and looked at the dance floor and seemed to
struggle for air.  "Now?"

Then he seemed to get control and grabbed my hand.  "Okay!
Right!  But where....?  C'mon!"  We took off running hand in
hand to the dark field next to the park.

The party was a distant thing, the sound of the music
diminished to a rumble and the light faint.  We tore at each
others clothing and then I was lying in the dusty grass
naked and with my legs spread.

Sam practically screamed, "Condom!  Lube!"

I reached into my cargo shorts pulled out a condom and
pressed it into his trembling sweaty hands.  I also grabbed
the small tube of lube but I was so nervous that it tried to
fly out of my hands and danced on the tips of my fingers and
I almost lost it.  Getting a grip on it again I must have
squirted the whole container into my hand and stroked some
on Sam's latex covered cock and smeared the rest onto my
butt.

Sam positioned his dick at my asshole but I put my heels
behind his butt and thrust myself up impaling myself on his
cock.

I yelled, "Oooooohhh fuck!!!!!!"

He tried to pull out but I held him and yelled, "KEEP
GOING!!!!!!!"


		The End  (at least for now)


Authors note:  I'd like to thank everyone who has taken the
time to email me about TGD and express their feelings about
Eric, Pete, Jase, David, Sam, Helen, Rose and Charlie.