Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2006 12:58:39 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: The New Doctor, Chapter 4.

	But, now we were coming to the end of the subterfuge.  Caring for a
patient was one thing.  Living with him afterwards would be another.

				 Chapter 4

	We brought up, discussed, and discarded many ideas on how to make
our living arrangements work without ruining Eric's chances for future
employment.  As it was November now, there wasn't that much construction
work to do anyway.  His boss used him about one week per month.  Those work
days were scattered over most of each month and mostly spur of the moment.
I asked him if this were unusual, but Eric said it was normal.  Perhaps, I
was reading more into his lack of work than was there.  But, I still
harbored dark deeds in the actions of the "good" people of our little burg.

	I often wondered if Mrs. Duncan (my landlady) could hear us fucking
in my bedroom, but her bedroom was at the other end of her house.  That's
not to say that we always fucked there, but we did most of the time.  The
shower was frequently used after a workout at the gym, too.  We weren't
letting discretion get in the way of frequent, hot sex.

	My medical practice was expanding due to my legendary bedside
manner.  Empathy for my old patients brought in more new patients.  The
other three doctors in the area were losing patients.  I wasn't sure that
would make me popular with the other doctors, but I also wasn't sure that I
cared.  However, I had to be realistic.  If I followed through on my plans
to leave as soon as my three year commitment was up, they'd be left with
the less than adequate care they'd had before.

       There was another possibility though.  I contacted the medical
school grants office and asked them if there were plans to find a
replacement for me when my contract was up.  I was informed that a new
doctor would be provided if I departed.  Evidently, most newly minted
doctors who were in this program left for better pastures when their
contracts expired.  It wasn't at all uncommon.  Hopefully, they'd get a
good one to replace me.

	Eric and I had discussed many times our desires to get away from
here and move back to the West Coast.  I was partial to Portland or
Seattle, but he wanted us to look at San Francisco or Los Angeles.  I
agreed finally to take some vacation time in the spring and check out the
California possibilities and take more time in the fall to show him the
Northwest.  We'd have to make a decision shortly after that because my
contract expired in June of the following year.

	But, that didn't take care of our immediate need to placate the
natives with our continued living arrangements.  However, I did have an
inkling of an idea.

	"Eric, are you good with numbers?" I asked.

	"In what way?"

	"You know, adding, subtracting, some simple bookkeeping?"

	"Nothing beyond algebra, I hope," he smiled.  "I never understood
geometry or trigonometry.  I didn't even try calculus," he admitted.

	"No, just the simple stuff," I assured him.  "You take any
bookkeeping or accounting classes in school?"

	"Yeah, but it was just a beginners bookkeeping class."

	"How'd you feel about it?"

	"What's this leading to?"

	"Well, with the increasing patient load, my part-time nurse can't
keep up with the medical charting and the books, too.  The Health
Department is helping out, but they really should be doing their own thing,
instead of mine.  So, I was thinking that during your slack months, you
might think about taking a bookkeeping class via the internet or drive down
the road to the community college and take the classes there," I offered.

	"What's lurking in that evil mind of yours?" he said hugging me.
"I know you're going somewhere with this line of questions."

	"You could be our bookkeeper at the clinic and receptionist when
the nurse is gone and I'm there alone," I pointed out.  "It would be a step
to explain why we live together."

	"Too transparent," Eric sighed.  "Even I can see through it."

	"Well, I could still use the help.  I wouldn't expect you to do any
real accounting.  That's up to our tax guy to do all that crap.  Most of
the time, it would be filling out forms to bill the State Medicare or
Medicaid programs and the insurance companies.  And my part-time nurse
would be glad to be rid of it.  She's told me enough times, she's a nurse,
not a secretary."

	"Okay, I'll check on the classes tomorrow morning," Eric agreed.
"However, that still leaves us without a good reason for me to keep living
here, and it doesn't solve your bookkeeping needs during the summer when
I'm working construction."

	"Maybe, I can get a high school or college student to work here in
the summers," I mused.  "Besides, I wanna keep you close by, because I love
you and I love hot, bareback sex with you?" I smiled, patting his hard
bubble butt.

	"Sweet talker," he sighed, pulling me into a warm embrace.  "But,
that's not gonna satisfy the townsfolk."  He paused for a moment,
reflecting.  "Maybe I should move back to my own place.  It sure doesn't
make much sense to pay for two places and only live in one."

	"Running back and forth between our two places for some hot sex
would be so obvious," I observed.  "It'd be more blatant than you just
living here."

	"Well, I'm not giving you up, Steve, just for the sake of misplaced
propriety," Eric insisted.

	"Nor do I wanna give you up, Babe.  There has to be a way to
finesse this."

	"We could have sex at the clinic everyday and live apart," he
ventured.

	"It isn't just the sex, Eric.  I want to live with you, be with
you, and sleep with you."

	"Yeah, it wasn't a very good idea, anyway," he sighed.

	We worked and worked on the problem for the rest of the weekend and
came up with exactly nothing.  "Well," said Miss Scarlett, "tomorra is
anotha day!"  Perhaps, some clever idea would come to us.  But, it had
better hurry.  Eric was losing his soft casts this week.

	Monday morning dawned clear, but cold.  Eric found a bookkeeping
class that emphasized the medical office setting, including forms.  About 1
p.m., I pushed around some papers at the clinic and talked to the nurse for
half an hour before I joined Eric at the gym.  His arm and fingers had
healed, but I continued to tell him to go lightly on the weights.  The new
calcium in his healed bones was still green.  He needed to take it easy.  I
watched him to make sure he understood my concerns.  At least while I was
there, he did what he was supposed to.

	Eric's cute ass held me spellbound while we worked out.  How was it
possible for someone to have such a beautiful, hungry bubble butt like his?
My dick jerked and my mouth watered every time he bent over to adjust
weights.  When he stretched at the end of his routine, I'm sure I moaned.
I'd discovered weeks ago that I had to wear baggy shirts and shorts to hide
my throbbing dick from other eyes.  That probably disappointed the men and
boys in there as much as not showering there had.  Showering at home would
have to change as well; or it would become increasingly obvious that we
didn't go back to my apartment just to shower.

	Mr. Forsythe came over and talked to me while I was working out,
telling me all about the new senior center that he'd gotten started.  It
was getting a good buzz around town.  "You have time to squeeze me in late
this afternoon, Doc?" he asked me.  I told him I was sure I had time, but
call me at the clinic after three to be sure I didn't double book him with
another patient.

	"You have a particular reason to see me?  Anything change?" I
wondered.

	"No, I just need to talk to you about something, but not here in
front of everyone else," he said mysteriously.  I nodded and let it pass.

	I finished my stretching and headed towards the door, following
Eric out.  "You got the sexiest ass I've ever beheld," I whispered when I'd
caught up with him outside.

	"I want you to do a lot more to it than `behold' it," he whispered
back to me.

	I did do more than "behold" it.  I held on to his hard bubble butt
cheeks as I spread them wide apart so I could rim his sweaty ass and get it
wet enough to fuck.  Of course, I knew better than to think I could shove
my donkey dick up his ass without lube.  Practiced as he was now, I still
have too much dick for him to take it all without some preparation.

	He flipped over on to his back when I pulled my tongue from his
butt.  My fat dick slid several inches up his lubed hole before I halted.
He groaned with pleasure, his hands on my black ass, urging me to go
deeper.  I pressed harder and sank the rest of the way in.  My dick jerked,
spewing several clear drips of precum into him.

	"I love it when you make your dick jerk inside me," he whispered
hoarsely.  "It's so deep!"

	"It's times like this that I wish I were more limber and could suck
you off while I fucked you," I moaned.  "You got the sweetest ass, Man!"

	"Cum in me, then, Steve!  Seed my butt and then suck me off," he
urged.  "I know you need it."

	"I always need you, Eric," I sighed.  I pumped him with long, deep,
slow strokes, trying to make the sex last.  But, the time was short before
I had to be back at the clinic; and two of his fingers up my ass were
severely pressuring my prostate.  "You're gonna make me cum," I warned him.
He only smiled and kept up the pressure.

	"Give it to me!" he begged.  His free hand played with my erect
nips, pushing me more quickly to a climax.  When he treats me like this,
you can count the time it takes for me to hit my climax in just seconds,
not minutes.  He knew all my buttons to push.

	Knowing full well that I had no escape, I powerfucked that
gorgeous, deep bubble butt.  The closer I got to my climax, the harder and
faster I fucked him.  Eric was nearly delirious with joy.  He loved my
thick dick deep inside him.  What he craved now was a hot load of my creamy
dick gravy.  "Gonna CUM!" I croaked.  "FUCK!"

	His free hand held my ass tightly as the fingers on the other hand
continued to savage my prostate, not allowing for much fucking motion.
Eric wanted my spraying load to wash as deeply up his ass as he could get
it.  In six heavy fire hose squirts, I coated his ass tunnel with my love
juices.  My entire body shuddered over him as I continued to pound away.
His hand flailed his curved dick faster and faster.  His back arched and he
began to cum.  I pulled out of his ass fast and clamped my full lips over
the head of his jerking manhood.  I sucked and licked, trying to give him
as much pleasure as his ass had given my dick.

	Eric pulled away when I did too good of a job sucking his dick
after his climax ended.  His sensitivity was far greater than mine after a
climax like that.  I kissed him, sharing his thick load.  He glanced at the
clock and pushed me off.  "Gotta get you to work," he sighed.  "I'd much
rather stay here with you and make babies, though."

	"So would I," I agreed.  "But, think I have a patient at 3."

	I did have a patient at three.  One of the high school boys was
trying out for the basketball team in the high school that was 10 miles
away (we had no high school in our small community).  He needed a physical.
I checked him out thoroughly and drew some blood for additional tests to be
sure of his eligibility.  He had no family history of heart problems, so I
didn't have to pursue that.  He was a sturdy boy, 16 years old, about 6'
tall who worked on his dad's farm during the year.  So, he had good
musculature, too.  I gave him a prostate exam at the end.  I told him to
relax and it would go more easily for him.  He relaxed very well.  In fact,
when I hit his prostate, his dick started to rise rapidly and leak
prodigious amounts of precum.

	One of the things I always did when I had a teenager in my clinic
was to talk to them about their sexual health and their attitudes about it.
I always set the stage carefully to be sure I didn't embarrass them or
overstep my bounds as their doctor in reciting too much clinical data about
the "birds and bees".

	This young man had some sexual experience, but a lot of street
ignorance from his friends.  He didn't know he could get a girl pregnant,
even if he pulled out before he shot a load.  He could contract the AIDS
virus through unprotected sex with girls, not just boys.  Anyone could be
infected, so you couldn't tell by looking at them.  I went through the
entire lecture.  He was embarrassed by some of it, but seemed knowledgeable
about other parts that could only come from experience.

	"Remember, I'm your doctor," I intoned.  "Whatever you tell me
never leaves this room. Whatever questions you ask, never leave this room.
Jacking off won't make you blind, nor will it cause hair to grow on your
palms," I smiled.  He checked his palms to see if hair was growing there.
I laughed.  "It's all very natural for men to whack off.  But, it's
generally a private thing in this culture.  I know you have questions, Sam.
Go ahead; you won't embarrass either of us."

	He seemed somewhat embarrassed by that, even blushing a pretty good
shade of crimson.  "Uh, well, I've heard that, uh, you're gay," he began,
not looking at me, but at his feet.  "And I, uh, need some advice," he
finally said after a long pause.  I nodded, but didn't say anything.  I
didn't want to detour him from his need to ask by confirming or denying or
even discussing my sexual preferences.  "You see, uh, this won't go
anywhere, right?" he asked softly, finally looking up.  I nodded
sympathetically and smiled.  "Well, there's this guy on the basketball
team.  He's a senior this year, just a year ahead of me.  I've known him
for a couple of years.  And, well, we've helped each other out sometimes,"
he obfuscated, not meeting my gaze.  When I didn't say anything, he looked
up.  "You see, he and I have, uh, traded blowjobs."  He sighed heavily like
he'd just admitted to war crimes.

	Cutting to the chase, I asked, "Did you swallow his load?"

	He glanced at me furtively, the blush rising rapidly again.  "A few
times, yeah."

	"More than a few times, wasn't it?" I said softly.  He nodded, but
didn't look at me.

	"How well do you know his sexual history?"

	"He says he's only done it with me."

	"You believe him?"

	"Sure, why not?"

	"Because, he could be bedding any number of men you don't know
about from a teacher to an uncle to another boy at school.  I'm not saying
that he is.  I'm merely pointing out that you don't know him well enough to
trust your life to him," I warned.

       "But, we're very close," he protested without saying the "love"
word.  "He'd never fuck around on me."

       "Sam, at 16 and 17, you can hardly keep your dick in your pants," I
laughed kindly.  "Unless you're with him all the time, you don't know.  And
he doesn't know about you, either.  You're both taking a very big risk
here."  He looked totally dejected.  "Look, Sam?" I tilted his head up to
look at me.  "I'm on your side here.  I know you really like the guy and
the sex is great, right?"  He nodded and smiled sheepishly.  "I'm just
asking you to be realistic about what's out there," I gestured toward the
front door.

       He shrugged, trying to dismiss my concerns.

       "Well, let's give you an HIV test and see where we stand.  We'll
have the results in 20 minutes.  Meanwhile, let's talk about risky
behaviors," I said kindly.  I took blood, set the test up, and set the
timer.  Sitting directly in front of him, I gave him the lecture about how
easy and how hard it is to contract the virus.  He was still dressed in
only a hospital gown.  It was obvious that my mini-lecture was giving him a
hard-on.  Instead of giving him the clinical version, I told him in simple,
street vernacular what was more and less risky behavior than what he'd been
doing.  "And get your friend to take an HIV test, too.  If he wants to
avoid the doctors in his town, send him here.  You tell him how
confidential it'll be with me doing it.  And I'm sympathetic to your, uh,
situation."

	During the course of my conversation with him, I asked him several
questions about what he was doing and what he wasn't doing that was sexual
in nature.  At first, he was reluctant to discuss it, but he warmed to his
subject and became quite graphic, like he was telling his best friend about
how great sex was with this guy and how much he loved him.  They'd gotten
into rimming, frottage, and fingering each other's asshole in addition to
blowjobs.  They'd never used condoms for anything.  They'd tried fucking
each other, but it hurt too much, so they didn't attempt that after the
first failure.  We discussed a gay porno film they'd secretly watched in
his bedroom.  He said the fucking looked really hot, but didn't know how
they could do that with the pain involved.  Although I suspected what they
were doing wrong to get a good fuck going (like no lube or not enough), it
wasn't my place to be tour guide.  At the end of 20 minutes, I had the
distinct feeling I was his best, non-sexual friend: a confidant.

	"Results are negative," I smiled at him, bringing the results back
with me.  "I have to assume, Sam, that you want your name to remain
confidential.  All test results have to be reported to the State, but they
don't have to get your name, just your statistics and the test results."
He'd gone from panic to relief in the span of a few seconds.  The boy
didn't want any of this to get out, not even that he'd taken the test.  I
completely understood.  Being closeted is a huge burden for anyone.  At his
age, it must look like Mt. Everest.

	With assurances that he'd get his friend to take the test too, I
gave him a box of condoms and told him to use them.  I held out little hope
that was going to happen.

	I entered his data in the State's databank, and then called
Mr. Forsythe.  He was just starting dinner, but would be in to see me at
six.  I had an appointment at seven and another at eight, so I agreed.
Eric joined me for dinner at 4:30, having told him that was my only real
break for the rest of the evening.  He brought over lasagna, garlic bread,
and a salad, and a very large roll of breath mints.  I already had a
toothbrush and mouthwash here, but with all the garlic we'd consume at
dinner, I knew the mints would come in handy.

	Using the small toaster oven, he browned the garlic bread while the
lasagna warmed in the microwave oven.  I lecherously admired his beautiful
bubble butt while he bustled around in the small clinic kitchen.  "Perhaps,
I should have an appetizer before salad?" I suggested patting his ample
ass.

	"You gonna seed it?" he asked over his shoulder as he dressed the
salad.

	"I'd smell like sex for the rest of the evening," I cautioned, "and
I have three more patients."

	"Your tongue up my butt wouldn't make that goatee smell like
asshole?"

	"It'll wash."

	"So will your dick, Babe!"

	"I just fucked you before I came to work," I barely protested.

	"There's lots of baby gravy in that big dick and big hangers," he
smirked.  He knew me so well.  "You don't want this to go to waste, do
you?" he added, grabbing my inflated dick in my pants.  "It wants to play,
can't you see that?"

	"It's all your fault," I laughed.  "Every time you bend over or
give me a profile of that bubble butt, I get instant hard-on.  Of course...
Oh, never mind," I said catching myself before I spilled a confidence about
Sam.  I put my arms around him.  "Will dinner keep for a few minutes,
Baby?"

	"Dinner can burn to a cinder if I can get some dick from you," he
cooed.

	He dragged me (willingly) into one of the examination rooms, pulled
down his pants, and bent over the examining table.  "I need a prostate
exam," he grinned over his back as I tore off my clothes.  Kneeling behind
him, I spread his delightfully muscled butt cheeks and buried my face
between them.  His male scent and the left-over sweat from his workout made
me dizzy with desire.  I swear I could taste some of my afternoon's load,
too.  I spent several minutes enjoying his musky taste.

	The microwave oven dinged.  That was signal enough for me to
replace one asshole examining tool with another.  Standing behind him, I
reached over his back and grabbed the tube of KY jelly.  My hard, dribbling
dick skidded up his tailbone and spine, leaving a slimy trail.  With my
fingers liberally coated, I examined his prostate fully.  "I think you need
more depth and thickness to complete the exam," I whispered into his right
ear.  He moaned hungrily when my fat dickhead replaced my three, withdrawn
fingers.  "Yeah, Baby, something like this I think," I groaned as half my
dick disappear up his distended manhole.

	"Fuck, Steve!  You're so fuckin' BIG!" he grimaced, but thrust his
ass back into my thick semen launcher.  I could feel him consciously relax
as he exhaled deeply.  "Ride that ass, Babe!  You da Man!" he whimpered.
Eric twisted and rotated his ass, trying to help me penetrate deeper.  With
a sigh, his ass swallowed the rest of my horsedick.  Buried deeply, I
ground in the thick root, forcing his ass lips to stretch obscenely.
"Fuck, YEAH!" he repeated with each slow thrust when I hit bottom again and
again.

	"You're sucking my dick too hard, Steve!  I'm gonna cum if you
don't stop!" I grimaced, trying to pull away.  But, his hard muscles and
big hands on my ass prevented that easily.  "I can't hold back," I
pointlessly warned him.  He could already feel my dick swell inside him and
my breathing was beyond ragged.  Eric always managed to get my nut when he
wanted it.  All he had to do was present that pretty butt of his for me to
eat and then let me inside that talented ass with my hard dick.  From then
on, it was only a matter of when he wanted my creamy load of baby-making
sauce.  I had no choice in it at all.

	"Fill me up again!" he shouted, bucking beneath me.  "Pound that
monster dick right through me."  In our zeal to mate, I'd pushed him off
the floor and on to the examining table.  My feet were still on the floor,
but I was ramming him mercilessly from my tiptoes, my hands holding him
hard against my lower abs, and spraying gallons of hot jizz as deeply as I
could inside his welcoming love tunnel.

	Even after my shattering climax, I pounded his ass, reveling in the
sexual high my climax had generated.  Within another minute, though, he
couldn't take the abuse to his prostate.  "Gonna cum!" he bellowed.  I
pulled away and flipped him over, barely in time to lock my lips over his
geysering scimitar before it sprayed his warm jizz all over both of us.  I
drank deeply of his essence, savoring every nutty tasting squirt.

	I glanced up at the clock as I released his shrinking dick.  We had
40 minutes to clean up and eat dinner before Mr. Forsythe was due.  Steve
rolled off the table and dashed for the bathroom.  My babies wanted out!
Pecker tracks and leaked jizz from his well-fucked butt stained the white
paper covering the leather examining table surface.  I stripped the paper
off and rolled out fresh paper, tossing the soiled lengths into the refuse
to be burned.

	Flopping my cum coated dick into the sink, I washed it and my heavy
nuts off and then washed my face and Steve's wonderful scent away.  After
toweling off, I joined him in the kitchen where he'd re-warmed dinner.

	"What got into you tonight?" I smiled, hugging him from behind.
"Usually, you like some `hide the sausage' action after we work out, but
not again before dinner."

	"Must be the full moon," he teased.

	"Your full moon, Steve!" I laughed.  "And so sweet to the touch and
taste," I sighed, patting his hot ass again.

	As we finished the last of the lasagna, I heard the outside door to
the clinic open and close.  I glanced at my watch.  Mr. Forsythe was early!
Eric jumped up from the table, raced out of the room, and greeted him in
the small waiting room.

	"Mr. Forsythe!  It's always a pleasure to see you.  Dr. Carson will
be right out.  He's just finished dinner and wanted to, uh, clean up
first," he tactfully said.

	"No hurry, young man," Mr. Forsythe smiled.  "I'm early anyway.
And I'm glad you're here, Eric.  What I needed to talk to Dr. Carson about
concerns both of you.  Sit down lad and rest a spell with me."

	I couldn't help but overhear everything that had been said.  What
would concern both of us that he'd want to talk about?  I paused in
thought.  He had to have figured out that Eric and I were more than
roommates.  Was he threatening to expose us?  We'd both be out on the
street in a heartbeat if that occurred.  Well, probably, anyway.  I
couldn't gauge very well how Mrs. Duncan would react. She'd bend with the
prevailing wind in the community.  But, Eric's landlord was a complete
mystery to me.  I had no idea how he'd react.

	I brushed my teeth, rinsed with mouthwash and popped a couple of
breath mints into my mouth.  As I strode out to the waiting room to usher
him into one of the examining rooms, Mr. Forsythe glanced up at me.
"Mr. Forsythe," I smiled back and shook his hand.  "Shall we go back into
the examining room?"

	"No.  I'm fine right here.  Now, you sit right down here," he said,
patting the seat of a plastic chair next to him.  "I got something to say
to you boys.  Now, listen closely."


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