Date: Fri, 06 Feb 2004 22:28:13 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 3

CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 3
   (Matt's story)
   --by Eric L.                             *** ADULT FICTION ***
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CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt Andikker's story) - Chapter 3


      At that point, I was breathing pretty bad, my throat felt
      like it was closing.  I made horrible rasping sounds.

      "Hey, I thought these nurses were supposed to HELP you," my
      dad said jokingly, walking into the room and hearing me
      cough badly."

      "I'm not a nurse, sir," stoneface started in again.

      At that point I was ready to burst out laughing again--real
      bad--when a doctor walked in.

      "Well, nurse, how are we doing here?" the doctor said.

      Oh, man--if he only knew!  All I could think of was to get
      all these people out of here so I could have sex with my
      lover--which I intended to do, if I had to hide him under
      the bed until 3 a.m.
      ______


The doctor was Dr. Portsmouth, my family doctor.

"She's not a nurse," I said, hoping to irritate my Auschwitz
exterminator blowjob technician.  I thought I heard a squeak that
must have been Shawn trying not to laugh out loud.

"That's right, doctor," Gestapo Gertie said, stiff as a board,
"I'm the RT."

I gave a ghastly cough, right on cue.

"Oh," my doctor said.

Then another doctor came in.  He was the one Gertie was waiting
for.  "Is this the asthma?"

"Yes, Doctor Swiller."

"I'm Dr. Portsmouth.  Matthew Andikker is my patient," my family
doctor said, now walking toward me.

"Oh, sorry Doctor," Swiller said.

"And I'm quite familiar with Mr. Andikker's asthma."

>From the corner of my eye I saw Shawn suddenly pop up behind
everyone, so he couldn't be seen.  He was making faces and
laughing, putting his hand to his mouth, like getting called Mr.
Andikker was too much.

Then dad told Dr. Portsmouth what he heard.

"He was coughing pretty badly when I got here a few minutes ago,
Jim," dad said, as the privacy curtain was pulled around me.

While the doctor examined me, I heard dad talking with Shawn.

"Well, Shawn," dad said, "Have you heard from your brother?"

"Kirk?  No, and I don't want to."

"Shawn, you can't exclude your brother.  Even if you hate what he
did, you can't hate him.  You mustn't."

"Why not?" Shawn said in his higher voice, which was gonna bone
me up if the doc didn't hurry.

"Shawn, if YOU had made a mistake would you want your brothers to
hate you or help you?"

"Well. . . help me."

"Exactly."

"But he hurt Matt!  He hurt. . . "

Then I couldn't hear anymore.  Shawn was speaking very softly.
That sudden change in volume made me assume that Dad had hushed
Shawn.  Then I just caught the tail end of what Dr. Portsmouth
was saying to me.

". . . an anomaly.  Just use this inhaler," he said, handing me a
familiar container.

"Wait," the hospital doctor said, "He can't keep that in here.
That has to go through our pharmacy."

"And my patient has to BREATHE!" my doctor said.  "Where are your
priorities?  You hospital folks would get the paperwork right and
kill the patient!  It's Beneran Chloride inhaler, 56 milligram
mist in saline.  It's drug 2256 in your database.  Just tell the
report nurse to add it to the chart.  Or don't you know about
that arrangement?"

Shawn, from a distance, and I both looked at the two doctors
wide-eyed.  It was exciting.  Then Dr. Portsmouth turned to me.

"If they try to take that away from you, call your lawyer, Matt,"
Dr. Portsmouth said with a smile, probably knowing it wouldn't
come to that.

"Okay," I said.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things," dad said.

Then Miss Gestapo stirred.  Dr. Portsmouth spoke to her.

"Can the RT for tonight, Miss."

"Excuse me, doctor?" she said.

"I'm ordering his respiratory therapy postponed until tomorrow."

"Yes, doctor," she said and left the room.

"Is she like from the Adams family, or what?" Shawn blurted out
unexpectedly, with his white teeth showing through his pretty
smile.

All eyes turned on Shawn.  The way they were all looking at
Shawn, they might as well have hissed at him.  Apparently Shawn's
statement was considered crude.

"Funny, Shawn, but we better move on," dad said.

That's when the other doctor left.

Then it was just Shawn, dad, and me.

"Where's mom?" I asked.

"Oh," dad said, "She and Mrs. Samuels needed to pick up something
after dinner.  I have to meet them in a few minutes."

It suddenly hit me, Shawn Samuels.  That had a nice sound to it.

Dad came over to my bed and gave me a kiss, and hugged me.
Thanks, dad.

"How are you feeling, son?"

"Not bad."

"Did you use your inhaler already?"

"Yup.  Sure did."

"Good.  You look better.  Matt--I'm not sure if we'll be back
tonight."

"Oh, no.  Please--can Shawn stay a while?"

"Yes.  I arranged for him to take a cab later."

"Dad!!  You're the best!"

"But if I hear you boys bothered the nurses or made trouble--"

"NO!  No, dad I swear.  I promise!"

"All right, Matt.  I'll see you tomorrow," dad said, hugging me
real quick and leaving.  Finally, it was just me and Shawn again.

"Oh, my God!" Shawn said as soon as dad was gone.  "How did he--"

"I don't know, Shawn."

"Do you think he knows?"

"I don't know what he knows.  I don't think he does, but
anything's possible.  If he knows, he set us up pretty good."

"Yeah.  Real good," Shawn said, rubbing his crotch.

"Shawn, let's behave," I said sternly, "Come here and sit next to
the bed."  The chair was next to the headboard, on the side near
the window, further away from the door.

That furniture arrangement didn't suit us, so Shawn moved the bed
closer to the window, and moved the chair to the other side of
the bed.  Then we could pull the privacy curtain just a little
and hide Shawn from public view.

"Mmm!  Much better," Shawn said as he settled into the chair,
only to pop up, press against the bed, and kiss me.

We behaved for about five minutes.  Then I stood by the bed and
Shawn was on his knees sucking me.

"Shawn, yeah!  Oh, good, yes, don't stop, OH!"

I finally came.

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Chapter 3  More to come?

If you write to me, please put "Matt" in your email subject line
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   --Eric

Other stories by Eric L.  . . . That's me!   :-)   . . . see
below.

HIGH SCHOOL:

1.  I-drooled-for-brad    (boy meets boy)
.../nifty/gay/highschool/i-drooled-for-brad/

2.  Erotic-dreams         (boy meets boy)
.../nifty/gay/highschool/erotic-dreams/

3.   . . . the story you just got through reading:
           crazy-for-the-boy  Chapter 3

INCEST:

4.  my-sons-sexuality     (dad finds son is very receptive)
.../nifty/gay/incest/my-sons-sexuality/

5.  i-wanted-my-dad       (son finds dad is very receptive)
.../nifty/gay/incest/i-wanted-my-dad/

None of my stories involve coercion or people being nasty, dirty,
etc.  None.

crazy-for-the-boy   Chapter 3