Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 04:06:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 57

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From the previous chapter:

"Well, for Christ's sake!  I'm the one who should be worried!  You're a
fucking doctor!  And you're fucking gorgeous!  You're every gay man's
dream."  I turned my head and licked his upper arm.  "You don't have
anything to worry about.  I'm like crazy in love with you.  And you don't
need to worry about those guys...any guys...cause it's not gonna
change...and for sure as hell not for a woman."

He grinned and said softly, "Sure ya don't wanna think it over before you
tell me that?"

I shook my head.  "You won't ever lose me.  And if you ever leave me I'll
just follow you.  This is forever."

He kissed me lightly, smiled and said, "So ya wanna sing Kumbaya?"

"We get to fuck afterwards?"

"You bet."




				The Good Doctor 57


I'm sitting at Pete's clinic waiting for him to be free for lunch.  Trying
to figure out what time to meet Pete for something when he's working is
like impossible.  All those whining patients and their vague symptoms make
it crazy.  Finally, forty minutes after he was suppose to be free I see him
come out of a room way down at the opposite end of the hall and begin
walking towards me.  I love these moments because he's always wearing a
suit.  He's got at least twenty of em and he buys suits that are made out
of this really really soft wool that fits him really well.  So anyway, as
he's walking his cock and balls get pressed outward and you can see the
outline of his big dick beneath that soft wool, just off to the right.
Okay, so maybe it's not noble or anything but it is nice.

Finally he reaches me and I stand up.  He's got a smirk on his face and
whispers, "Will you quit perving on my dick?"

"Hey, if not yours, whose?"

With that he hustles me outta there and and we end up at the horrible but
basically the only restaurant in town where you can get lunch without booze
being served at the next table or bar stool, Caroline's Cafe.
Unfortunately doctors can't be seen going into taverns, at least not for
lunch.  Apparently the AMA has put out the word that the notion of a doctor
drinking between patients isn't the best thing, image wise.

I said unfortunately because the best food in town is served at Kelley's,
which is a no nonsense saloon with lots of dark wood and leather and big
thick burgers that gotta be a pound each.  But we didn't get to go there.

On the other hand everything at Caroline's is pink and white including the
waitresses and honestly I can't even see why women would like eating there
but they sure seem to because the place is loaded with them and their
nonstop conversation has brought the decibel level to a point where you'd
think that the nails would be crawling back out of the drywall.  Aside from
Pete and I there's only one other businessman there and he's seated on the
other side of the dining room looking like he's hoping for a massive heart
attack to free him from this hyper-feminine hell.

We both order Caroline's "Tuscany in the Spring" plate from our fresh
scrubbed chubby blond waitress because basically it's a chicken sandwich on
white bread with potato chips.  I think that the name that Caroline has
given it has more to do with where she'd like to be going to spend the
profits from pedaling this crap to her captive audience than anything else.

Brittany, our waitress, writes our order down in a careful neat little
script, gives my boyfriend a look that says she'd be happy to lick the
sweat off of his...whatever and then scurries off.

I watch Pete watching her and say, "Don't start thinking that you've got
options."

"Huh?"

"The waitress, she's hot for you."

"Oh."  He really has no clue.  "I was just thinking that she looks
familiar.  Not like she's a patient but that maybe her mother or sister is.
I was trying to think who."

"Wanna know what I was thinking?"  Actually it was more a case of planning
and it was inspired by my wait for him at the clinic.

He pulled his eyes away from the waitress and said, "Is this gonna be
embarrassing?"

"Not for me.  I was wondering when I'm gonna get a physical exam outta this
relationship.  I mean I got a boyfriend who's a doctor and I've never had
an exam!"

"Eric, you don't need an exam.  I woulda noticed if anything was wrong and
I'm really certain that the thing you use the most is healthy," He glanced
around and then leaned across the table and whispered, "your prostate."

"Yeah but what about the other stuff, my liver and and stuff?"

"Eric, you're healthy, I've checked!"

"How checked?  Whadya, give me a physical when I'm sleeping?"

He laughed.  "No...it's just that it's something I notice...it's like an
anti-virus program running on your computer in the background."  He sighed.
"But I guess we could do some blood tests and stuff.  You don't really feel
sick do you?"  I know, I know, I should probably feel guilty about this but
honestly, it's as much for him as it is for me!

I didn't want to seem too anxious for this to happen.  "No...I'm mostly
just fine.  Okay...well, it's probably best that the basic stuff gets
checked...you know...from time to time."  I didn't actually want him to
worry but at the same time I want to kick this into high gear.  "You don't
feel uncomfortable giving me an exam do ya?  I mean, your objectivity and
all, I could go to someone else if you wanted me to.  That Dr. Hammermill
is s'posed to be great."  This was like lighting a fuse.

His head jerked up.  "Hammermill?"  I watched as the battle raged behind
those deep blue eyes, the battle between his desire to tell me what a hack
Dr. Hammermill is and his training to never say anything bad about another
doctor.  His voice became deep, sincere and authoritative.  "I don't want
you going to anyone else.  Nobody knows you better than I do."  Bingo!

I tried to look concerned but not too concerned.  "You don't s'pose you
could do it this afternoon do ya?"  Not that it really matters because I'll
be just as horny tomorrow or a week from tomorrow.

I could see him going over his schedule in his head.  "I dunno.  I'd have
to check."

"I could come by about four.  I'd be like your last patient, you know, just
hang around till you could take me.  It'd be like, "Take your lover to work
day."  Then it'd be over and I could relax."

He got all concerned.  "You're not really worried are you?  Is there
something you're not telling me?"

"No!  No, don't worry, nothing like that.  I just want it outta the way."

He sighed heavily.  "Okay...but you know that you're gonna have to
wait...so don't be driving my nurse crazy."

"I promise, I'll be good."  I didn't want to mention it but the fact is
that his nurse, Nurse Nancy, her name actually is Nancy, is a vicious
bitch, masquerading as a nice old lady.

"Oh and we can't let Jase know."

That got his attention.  "Whadya mean?  Oh, yeah, you're right...he'd
worry."

"By the way, are you gonna charge me for this?"

He got a thoughtful look on his face.  "I really oughta.  Afterall, you are
just like any of my other patients, probably even more trouble than
them...well...kinda.  I mean the same tests and the same expense.  Plus I
gotta pay my nurse and after you've hassled her she's probably gonna demand
hazardous duty pay."  He grinned.  "No you little squirrel, I'll do it for
free.  Besides I'm curious to see what's happening on the inside of you.
This oughta be good."



At three o'clock I shot home and prayed all the way the mom would be either
not there or be so involved in some chore that I'd be able to slip in and
out without being questioned.  Why it ever occurred to me that that might
be possible I haven't a clue.

She was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and drinking a
cup of coffee.  Just as I suspected!  Nobody in their right mind would work
as hard as she claims to.

"Eric, what are you doing home?"  She looked worried and got up.  "Are you
alright...is someone sick?"

I decided to try for honesty figuring that if that didn't work I could
always modify it.  "I'm going to Pete's office and get a kinda
mini-physical.  You know, a freebie."

That got her attention.  "Why?  What's wrong?"

I held up my hands.  "Honest, Ma, nothing!  I'm good!  Pete just had a
little extra time and we got talking about it and bing bam boom, a free
physical."  It's not that I couldn't have payed and I did have health
insurance thru my company but it's the principal of the thing and if Pete
ever needed machine tools he knew where to come.  Really, I'm not cheap!

She was settling down because, being Italian, it was like, genetic, you
never turned down a freebie.  "Okay...well, maybe you shouldn't tell Jase
though."  She sat back down and picked up her paper.

"No...your right...Pete and I talked about it, Jase'll never know."  I
jerked my thumb in the direction of the bedroom.  "Ah...I just
thought...you know..."

She sighed.  "Gonna change your underwear?"  She looked back down at her
newspaper and nodded her head.  "Probably a good idea."

No, my underwear, despite my nutzo mother's ramblings, is not dirty!  But
the underwear that I'm about to put on is dirty.  Well, not dirty dirty but
sexy dirty.

I reach to the back of my closet and pull out the thin plastic wrapped
package of 2xist underwear and take it into the bathroom.  I feel like a
porn star or some shit.  I tear open the package and let the thin soft
material pour over my fingers.

I'm a boxer guy, plenty of room for everything to roam free.  But today, if
my plan is gonna work, I need something Pete hasn't seen.  Well he kinda
has because these are about as close as you can get to a Speedo swim suit,
except that they're even more revealing in that they cling so much closer
to my skin.  While a Speedo might bridge the gap, these puppies go all the
way in and embrace the gap, if you get my meaning.

I kick off my shoes without bothering with the laces and strip off my pants
and tossed them on the counter, my boxers follow and then I pull on the
briefs.  As soon as they got up as far as my knees I was hard and when
they're all the way on it was almost orgasmic.  I twisted sideways and
looked at my butt in the mirror, a second skin.  "Locked and loaded!"

On my way out thru the kitchen I asked my mom.  "Where's Jase?"

She looked up.  "Ernie's, and he's gonna be back any second so you better
get outta here."

She sighed and got up.  "I'll start dinner.  You won't be late?"

"How about David?"

"He's having dinner with Sam and his family tonight."

"Nah, we'll be home about the time that Pete normally is but go ahead and
feed Jase unless he wants to wait."  Sometimes, well lot's of times really,
Jase would rather eat with us even if it means waiting.  He's very social
and he's gotta know what's going on with everyone which means we gotta be
even more careful about this checkup business.



I woulda paid twenty bucks for Nurse Nancy to have had the day off but I
didn't have that kind of luck and the old barracuda was standing behind the
front counter glaring at me as I walked in.

With a look of resolve she held her clipboard close to her chest like a
shield and looked at me over her glasses.  The other person there was an
attractive young nurse receptionist type person who was staring up at Nurse
Nancy with a look that's usually reserved for impending car wrecks.

With exagerated kindness Nurse Nancy said, "Mr. Cortland, how nice that you
could make it in again today."  Then turning to the girl.  "Maryanne, take
Mr. Cortland to room three and have him get ready.  Oh, and don't forget to
mark his file, "No Charge" actually you might want to mark it, "Absolutely
No Charge."  We wouldn't want him to accidently have to pay for his health
care."  Bitch!

The girl, Kristine with a K, by her nametag, looked at me and almost seemed
to close her eyes while she pressed her splayed fingers to her chest.  Then
her blue eyes snapped open and she said in a soft breathless voice, "Oh,
Mr. Cortland, if you could just come this way and I'll get you all
settled."  Walking down the corridor sho glanced back once at Nurse Nancy
slipped her arm through mine and whispered to me, "I don't know how she
could treat you like that!"

I gave her my best warm smile.  "Maybe she's having a bad day."  Or maybe
she's having a bad decade or maybe she's run out of kittens to eat or
bunnies to string together to make Live Bunny Necklaces.  But I didn't say
any of that because, after all, I did promise to be good and despite all
the evidence to the contrary Pete claimed that she was the best thing that
ever happened to his office and that she was actually quite loving.  Well,
her being loving was a little difficult to get my head around but he was
the one who had to live with her on a daily basis.

Kristine opened the door to an examination room and let me go in first.
"I've never seen her behave like that with anyone.  Maybe you're right,
maybe something happened and it's just a bad day for her."

She turned and looked around the room.  "Well, let's get your blood
pressure and temperature."  She opened what looked like an empty folder,
glanced down at it and set it on the desk.

Her hand fluttered to her face, her eyes had become hooded.  "Would you
like to take that shirt and tie off?  They'll have to come off anyway and
it'll make all this easier."  She looked at the blood pressure gear in her
hand like she was seeing it for the first time and then looked up at me and
giggled.

I grinned at her.  "You're not just trying to get me naked are you?"  I
really was kidding...really!

I had already started to unbutton my shirt and her hands flew out and
started tearing at the remaining buttons while she leaned in and pressed
her crotch to mine.  "Hurry, we don't have much time!  She might come to
check up on me!"

I yelped and tried pushing her away.  "What are you DOING?!?!

I jumped back and slammed into the door but she was all over me pulling on
my shirt like a crazy person and hooking her foot behind mine and trying to
jerk it forward to trip me and get me to the floor.

She was screaming at me.  "YOU BELONG TO ME!!!!!!  STOP FIGHTING THIS!!!
JUST STOP FIGHTING MEEE!!!!!"

I tried to grab for the door knob with my right hand but she tore my shirt
open and while I was trying to pull it closed she got my feet out from
under me and I went down sprawling onto the floor with her pawing hands
tearing at my fly.

I tried desperately to push her hands away. "KRISTINE!  You are making a
fool of yourself!!!!  Oh my god!!!"  She ripped open my fly and I gasped
and tried to twist myself over unto my stomach and crawl for the door as
she jumped on the back of my legs trying to jerk my pants down.  My fingers
were clawing uselessly at the cold slippery tile floor and I could feel my
pants being pulled down.

I twisted my upper body around to try and push her off...and it was then
that the door opened.

"KRISTINE!!!  ERIC!!!!  Eric, what are you doing?"  Pete brown wingtips
were right under my nose.

Then Kristine was yelling from where she sat on the top of my thighs, "You
can't have him, Doctor!!  He's mine!!"  Then she collapsed down on top of
my back and wrapping her arms around me said softly in my ear, "You're
gonna be all mine, Baby, all mine!"

The next few minutes were a blur, a hazy frenetic tableau of Nurse Nancy,
Pete and two other doctors and of Kristine screaming like a banshee while
four of them hauled her off kicking and trying to bite them and of me
trying desperately to keep my pants up with the zipper torn out and hanging
down and my belt just...gone.  I know that I'm gonna be blamed for this.

Finally, with the door closed and silence returned, I righted the chair and
slumped exhausted down into it.  It took about ten minutes for Pete to get
back and then he slid silently into the room came over and gently lifted my
face.

His voice was soft.  "You okay, Eric?"  I nodded and he grabbed some cotton
balls and a bottle of some stuff and started dabbing at my face.

"She kinda banged you up but I think it'll be okay."

"My nurse feels really bad that it happened.  She feels she shoulda known."

He sighed.  "But honestly, who expects that?"

He knelt down in front of me so that my legs were on either side of him and
he looked up into my eyes.  "Don't you start thinking you've got
options...she is insane."

I said pathetically, "I bought new underwear."  Which now was clearly
visible.

He looked down at my lap and then smiled.  "Nice too...white."

I shook my head and decided to come clean.  "I didn't need a physical.
This was all a lie.  I just wanted to get you to play doctor.  You
know...porn doctor."

He smiled and said, "I know...and I was looking forward to it.  Somehow
now...doesn't somehow seem...well...the moments kind of passed."  He pulled
my face to his and kissed me softly.  "How about tonight...we could do the
burglar and the gay home owner."

I kissed him back and laid my head against his chest.  "Deal."



We didn't tell Jase why I was at Pete's office, just that I was and he
never asked.  He did hear what happened though because my mother's voice
carries, to say the least.

He took Allan's giant emerald green paw and touched it several times to my
face.  "Allan'll take care of it, Dad.  Whenever I hurt myself he makes it
better."  He really does know that it's just a stuffed bear, he just likes
to pretend.

I put my hand on the side of his face pulled him to me and kissed his
forehead.  "Thanks, Jase."

"Dad.  Why did that lady wanna pull your clothes off?"  His breath was
little boy sweet against my face.

I sighed.  "I dunno, Jase.  I guess she just wanted to see what I'd look
like without em."

He nodded his head like it all made sense.  "I see you without your clothes
all the time, Dad."  Clearly he didn't see the reason for such a fuss.

"Yep.  No big deal, right?"  He nodded again.

"Am I gonna look like you when I grow up, Dad?"  One of Jase's favorite
questions.

"I'm pretty sure, Jase.  I look like my grandpa and you look like me so I
guess you'll keep doin that."

He got a goofy smile on his face and said, "When I get old."  He was
holding his hand up and making his fingers into some sort of flying thing
that ended up zooming in and landing on his dad's nose.

"Ernie's sister wants to see me without my clothes?"

"She does?"

He yawned leaned into me and nodded yes.

"She's seven, right?"  Another nod.  "An older woman."

He kissed me, a spontaneous, no particular reason for it, little boy,
sleepy kiss.  "She likes me."  Another yawn.

I whispered.  "Go to sleep now, Jase."