Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2004 19:59:58 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Good Doctor 7

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		     The Good Doctor 7

When I sit and think about it my mom and dad seem way too
different to be together.
My dad's last name, obviously, is Cortland.  It's English
but there's some Irish in there too.  My mom's maiden name
is Corsini.  You don't get more Italian than that.

I ended up getting all the Italian features, dark almost
black hair, Mediterranean skin coloring, totally Italian.
The exception to that is my personality, it's kinda half and
half.  The only way that my dad could stay married to my
mother is to have a sense of humor and that I inherited from
him.  My mom...well I hate to say that she has no sense of
humor but if its there it's well hidden.  Mom takes life
VERY seriously.

The thing is that my mom takes up so much of the available
spotlight that sometimes my dad just seems to disappear and
believe me, my dad is no shrinking violet.  If I told my mom
that she wouldn't know what the hell I was talking about
which should give you a clue as to how her mind works.  My
dad on the other hand would understand it instantly. My mom
just sees her family.  My dad sees that too but he also
understands how that fits in with the global picture.

My dad's health is kinda iffy.  Some old warehouse injuries
have kind of teamed up with arthritis to make it difficult
for him to get around.  I mean he can still walk and all
it's just that it's no longer an easy natural thing.  That's
why he basically gave me the business, he still gets half of
the profits but I didn't have to put up a dime.  But back to
the whole spotlight thing.  With mom around it's easy to
forget about dad because she's always so in your face.  When
my mom told me to call dad I knew that it wasn't about the
business, I guess probably she did too; it was about a man
wanting to spend time with his son.  I can't imagine that
there would ever come a day when I wouldn't want to be with
Jase and I'm figuring that that's how my dad feels too.  So
I thought that I'd arrange a father, son, grandson thing and
what better place to do that than a sporting goods store.

Our town is blessed with one of those Super Colossal
Sporting Goods Metroplexes.   Well, you know what I mean.
They've got everything in there except maybe their own
ocean.  They do have a twenty thousand gallon artificial
trout stream and a restaurant surrounded by an artificial
lake.....and that's all INSIDE!

There are dangers in this trip.  I gotta keep Jase away from
the gun department and anything having to do with bears and
believe me, there's lots of stuff in there having something
to do with bears.  I also have to keep my wild-eyed sugar
hyped son from taking off on his own and getting separated
from his slow moving grandfather and his dimwitted dad.  And
all of this has to be done while making sure my dad gets his
father and son time.

There's something vaguely unnerving about a store that's
basically filled with people in camouflage clothing.

I drop Dad and Jase off at the entrance with the intention
of leaving them there for the moment while I park the car.

"Jason!  Take you grandpa's hand and stay right there."
Meaning, of course, that I don't want either one of them
wandering off.  My dad is just as likely to take Jase and go
get a soft drink without realizing he's got to let his
nutcase son know where he's going.  My dad has got a cane!
Where the hell did that come from?  I remember him holding
me, telling me not to cry over whatever I had been crying
over, that everything was going to be okay, that he was
going to see to it, and now he needs a cane.

Ostensibly this trip is to buy Jase a fishing pole.  Well
actually more like some kind of simplified, impossible to
fuckup, spinning rod and reel.  I wonder if Pete fishes.
Maybe I should get him one too.  My mind flashes back to our
goodbye kiss this morning and Pete pulling my shirt out of
my pants so that he could run his warm hands up my naked
back.  Oh fuck!  I'm getting a hardon!  Wrong place, wrong
time!

I park the car and run back to the front of the store, my
now semi-hard cock bouncing up and down in my boxer shorts.
I imagine Jase breaking free of my dads grip and running
mindlessly into traffic.

Jase is trying to pull my dad toward the store but dad is
too heavy to be budged and he just smiles at Jase's
exuberance.  "Come on, Grandpa!  I wanna see the rifles!"

I come running up.  "What rifles?"

My dad laughs.  "Jason wants to see the guns."  He looks at
me over his glasses.  "Just, as I recall, you did."

"Dad, it's the whole bear thing!  He scares himself silly"

My dad turns and looks down at Jason. "You like bears?  I
love em!  They got a big stuffed one here!"  He's pointing
at the building with his cane.  "Come on I'll show you."  Oh
fuck!  Jase looks like a little boy who's gotten his first
look at a roller coaster.  How the hell did I loose control
so quickly?

Jase is staring up at a ten-foot high stuffed Alaskan Brown
bear.  "Oh wow!"  He's practically stunned.  My dad is
explaining how with just one of those paws and presumably
the other one tied behind his back this creature could have
degutted Jase with one swipe.

Jase is torn between his desire to get closer to his nemesis
and actually feel his fur, or running and hiding.  The
compromise involves him inching ever closer to the beast
while keeping a death-grip on my hand.  The unknown in this
equation is my dad who has been known to scare the crap out
of little kids.....like me, by coming out with these unholy
bear sounds and holding his hands up above his head his
fingers looking like bear claws.  Okay!  So this whole bear
thing goes back a long way!

So just as Jase is slowly reaching out his hand to touch
this monster my dad lets out with this blood curdling bear
sound, or at least what's suppose to be a bear sound because
who the fuck really knows.  Well maybe a forest ranger
someplace.  Jase would, by now, be outside hiding under the
car if I didn't have a strong grip on his hand.  As it is he
practically climbs me like a tree where he glares at my dad
from the relative safety of my arms.  "Grandpa, you scared
me!!!  You're not supposed to do that!!"

My dad is laughing his ass off.  Finally shaking his head
and still laughing as he starts to hobble away he says.
"You guys are so easy!  Come on let's find those fishing
poles."

Why did I suggest this trip?

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

As we walk into the kitchen with our new fishing gear my mom
is putting the finishing touches on dinner.  Well, Jase's,
anyway.

Jase bolts for the family room and the television but my mom
stops him.  "Sweetheart, come here.  Let me look at you."
Mom kisses him and asks about the trip to the sporting goods
store.

"Did you have a good time?"  Oh he had a wonderful time if
you like having the crap scared outta you.

"Grandpa tried to scare me!"

She glares at ME!  What the fuck did I do?

"Eric!  Why didn't you stop him?"

"Mom!  Stop him?  Stop him?  It's not like he gives you any
notice.  He just comes out with these blood-curdling sounds.
Anyway, he did it at just the wrong moment."

The palms of her hands are on the counter and she's leaning
heavily on them.  She nods her head.  "The bear?"

I nod.  "Just as Jase was about to touch it."

She shakes her head.  "What can I say?  His mother was crazy
too."  She starts putting together Jase's dinner.  "Oh, Jane
called.  She says that you're gonna have to fire the new
girl."  The "new girl" has been there for a year.

"Jane's a psycho!  If she had her way she'd be the only
employee."

"She was after your father!"  She dismisses what she's just
said with a wave of her hand.  "That was years ago."

I'm surprised she knew.  "You mean that you knew that?"

"Of course!  You think I'm stupid?"  She starts waving that
big ass spoon again.  "I told him that if he got any ideas
he better put em outta his mind.  He never touched her but
she was crazy about him.  Maybe now she's just crazy."

She's dishing out Jase's dinner but glances over at me.
"Where's your new clothes?  You still look like a bum."

I hike up my jeans because they have a way of riding kinda
low.  "Tailoring!  They had to be taken in."

"I made a plate for you and him.  They're in the frig."
She's shaking her finger at me slowly.  "Don't put em in
that microwave for ten minutes!  You always do that!"  I do
not!!  "A minute, maybe ninety seconds tops.  You put em in
for ten minutes and you might as well throw my veal away!"
She's shaking her head, certain in her own mind, that I'm
gonna fuck up the veal.

Finally she leaves!  Jase is eating his dinner at the coffee
table in the family room while he watches television.  He's
kneeling on the floor while he eats and I climb behind him
and sit on the floor with my legs on either side of him. I
put my arms lightly around him and feel his body working,
food being swallowed, heart beating, lungs rising and
falling.  He basically ignores me.  He's used to being
touched and pushed and prodded and washed and dressed.  I
put my face next to his for just a second, loving him.  He
heals me.

He holds up his fork with some meat on it.  "Want a bite,
Dad?"

"No, I'm fine, Kiddo.  Why don't you eat it?"  He's so
skinny!

"Dad?"  He turns his head and looks up at me.  "Was that
bear a real bear?"

"Not anymore, Jase, he's a dead bear."

"But there's more bears, like in the woods."  Oh, Jase!

"Jase, those bears are all far far away. They live in
Alaska."

"But they could come here.  I seen em on television, they
can run really fast."  Well, that's true.

He's playing with his foot and his voice is soft, quiet.
"Did mom like me?"  Where on earth is this coming from and
where are the landmines?

I pull him back tight against me and put my face close to
his.  "Your mom loved you.  She loved you more than
anything."

He smiles.  "Did you love mom?"

"I sure did."

"Do you love Pete?"  Don't panic!!  This is a little boy
question!

"I sure do, don't you?"

Jase nods vigorously.  "Yeah, he's nice."  Whew!

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

"Tell me honestly.  How long would you microwave these?"
I'm holding two plates of mom's veal and pasta.

Pete bends forward and smells the plates of food.  "God!
They smell fantastic!"

"Mom made em.  It's kinda her thing, cooking keeps
her......well....at bay.  Some of us think that she might
try the overthrow of the government if she didn't stay
occupied."

"Well how long?"

He tilts his head.  "I dunno.  A minute, minute and a half?"
She probably called him.

I pour the wine and dish out salads.  Jase comes tearing
into the kitchen and throws himself at Pete who scoops him
up on the fly.  He leans against the counter with Jase in
his arms.

"My dad loves you!  He told me so!"  Well so much for
private father/son conversations!  Okay, that kid is going
to a military academy as soon as he's old enough, a really
strict one!

Why do I find this embarrassing?  Pete knows that I love
him.  I've told him that I love him.  But he handles this
blindsiding well.

"I know he does but what about you?  Don't you like me?"  He
turned that into a much more easily answered question.  Not
bad!

Jase reaches out and touches the side of Pete's chin.
"Yeah, I like you!"  How could anyone NOT like him,
especially now when he's a little tired and there's a little
bit of stubble on his face and those brilliant blue eyes
have gotten a slightly hooded look and the top button of his
shirt is open and there's a little bit of hair showing.
Stop getting hard!!!  This is dinner!!!  And hike your pants
up!

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


"God I wanna fuck you!"  He takes my face in his hands and
kisses me.  His thumbs are rubbing my temples and I close my
eyes and zone out, just flowing with the movement of Pete's
thumbs.  He's leaning up against the headboard and I'm
straddling his lap facing him.  His rock hard cock is
pressed against his stomach.

I kiss him lightly.  "Rough day?"

He smiles.  "Just the usual doctor stuff.  Sick patients.
Old patients.  Just life."

Something that I've been wondering about.  "It must be
frustrating when you loose a patient.  When they die."

Pete cocks his head to one side.  "Yeah.  But death isn't
always an enemy.  Sometimes it's the best solution,
sometimes the only one."

He pulls my face to him and kisses me deeply.  "I can't talk
about that stuff when your butt is sitting on my cock.
Besides, when I get to come home to you that stuff kinda
melts away."  Home.....to me!

I start to slowly thrust my hips forward just slightly.  His
cock gets even bigger and he drops his head back against the
headboard.  I lean forward and run my fingers through his
chest hair.  He lifts his head up and smiles at me.

"You like that?"

"Your chest hair?  I love it!"  I lay completely forward
resting my face in his chest hair.

I mumble into his chest.  "I love it when I wake up and
you're like wrapped around me and I can feel your chest hair
against my back."

While I'm lying on his chest, Pete lubes a finger and starts
playing with my butt.  I want this soooo bad!  After he gets
two fingers in I'm totally ready and he positions his cock
and I sit up and lower myself slowly down onto it.  It feels
totally different than anything else.  On one hand it's like
you're thinking that the guy doing the fucking is like in
charge but at the same time it's the other way around.
There's the pressure and sometimes the pain of being
penetrated by this huge cock and yet this indescribably
completed feeling.  I know how badly Pete wants my ass and
that in itself makes me crazy horny not even mentioning the
whole friction against the prostate thing.

I love it when we kiss constantly while we fuck.  It's so
total, so intense and we're so in touch with what we're both
experiencing, or like when my forehead is pressed to his and
I can feel his breath on my face as he fucks me, actually
feel the labor behind it.

We fuck for a half an hour, over and over again delaying our
orgasms until it's just no longer possible.  I shoot on
Pete's chest and this time he shoots up my ass.  A first for
us.




Not surprisingly the next morning there are three people in
my bed.  Jase has somehow crawled into bed with us and is
now lying perfectly still but completely awake between us.
If he thinks that it's odd that Pete has been sleeping with
me every night for about a week he doesn't say so or even
seem to notice.

Jase turns his head to look at me when I open my eyes but he
doesn't say anything.  He doesn't have to.

I run my fingers through his downy hair and cup the back of
his head with my hand.  "You okay?"  He nods yes.  I run my
hand down to his back and pull him to me.  "Come on up
here."  Jase lays his head on my chest and I wrap my arm
around him.  I kiss the top of his head and we both fall
back asleep.

An hour later I wake up again and this time Pete is lying in
bed with his head propped on his hand watching us.  When I
turn my head to him he smiles.  God I love him!

He mouths the word "Bears?"

I whisper.  "Yep."

He reaches forward and lightly touches Jase's head.  "I let
him in about five o'clock."

He touches my fingers and I wrap them around his.  "We gotta
remember to unlock the door."