Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2006 20:42:28 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: The New Doctor, Chapter 5.

        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."


					Chapter 5

	Eric and I glanced at each other wondering what Mr. Forsythe had to
say to us.  My heart was pounding and my hands were clammy.  I imagined and
feared the worst.

	"Now, Dr. Carson, I know you're gay.  You've made no secret of
that.  And young Mr. Sorensen here must be also," the old man began.  "I
see it in your eyes, the way you look at each other.  I know love when I
see it.  Effie and I had it, so I know what it looks like.  Now, I've
visited my grandson several times in Sacramento.  We've gone out to dinner
and shopping there; and each time we've gone out; he's helped me hone what
you fellers call `gaydar'.  I may not be accomplished as a natural would
be, but I'm awfully good at it according to my grandson, Chet.

	"As I see it, you got a problem now that the casts have come off.
Everyone's going to assume you're a couple of gay men living together doing
Lord knows what in this backwards place I've called home for nearly 93
years.  I don't care what you do as long as you don't do it in the middle
of the street at high noon.  But, I'm not sure about the rest of the town.
So, I have a proposition for you."

	We glanced at each other again, seeing a spark of light in an
otherwise catastrophic situation.  I nodded, giving the old guy the
go-ahead to make his proposal.

	"I'm gonna be 93 soon, like I said," he resumed.  "My health isn't
what it used to be.  In fact," he winked, "I need someone checking on me
regularly to be sure I've not fallen or failed to take my medication."

	"Are you having fainting spells or episodes of nausea or
dizziness," I broke in very concerned.

	"Hush!" he commanded and winked again.  "I should probably be in an
assisted living situation, but I don't wanna leave my house.  So, I'm gonna
suggest that you, Dr. Carson, move into my big house and live with me so
you can monitor my health status.  And because you'll be at the clinic for
eight hours or more a day, I'll need coverage for those hours.  That's
where Mr. Sorensen comes in.  Now during construction season I'll be
spending my time at the Senior Center because the weather will be better
and more of us old duffers will want to venture out and socialize.  So,
Eric will be covered while you're working Dr. Carson.  Besides, living
alone has threatened my health because I'm not eating right," he winked
again.

	I looked over at Eric.  He was smiling broadly.

	"You old fox!" Eric exclaimed.  "How long have you known?"

	"Oh, quite a while now, I guess," he smirked.

	"Has anyone else mentioned anything to you about Eric and me?" I
inquired.

	"No one's said anything to me," Mr. Forsythe replied.  "And very
little town gossip gets by me."

	"So, what's the charge?" I pressed.

	"Nothing.  In fact, I should be paying you for your medical skills
on my behalf," he said.  "Will you do it?"

	"YES!" Eric exploded, answering for both of us.  "Of course, we
will.  This is so generous of you, Mr. Forsythe."

	"Call me John," he smiled.  "When can you move?  I've had two
spells already today," he winked.

	"You old fraud!" I laughed.  "You really think we can pull this
off?"

	"Sure, why not?" he laughed with me.

	"I'd have to fix your medical records to reflect your new
condition," I mused.  "That nurse has access to all the records and charts.
I know she'll smell a rat if there was no mention of your status change.
Once she figured out what was going on, the whole town would know.  That
kinda gossip is too good to keep.  But, I can't falsify a record."

	"Keep two records then," Eric suggested.

	"It wouldn't stand up to any real investigation," I countered.

	"What investigation?" John said.  "Who cares enough to look?"

	I shrugged.  I couldn't think of a situation where it would matter,
but I'd need to be very cautious.  "When can we come over and check out the
living situation?" I wondered.

	"Tomorrow morning?" the old guy proposed.

	"We'll call you," Eric confirmed.

	Eric walked him home and waited for my shift to end.  When I got
back to my apartment, I had a list of questions to ask Eric about John
Forsythe's house, how it was laid out, where we'd sleep, privacy concerns,
etc.  He answered all of them, but not as completely as I needed to assuage
all of my worries.  I'd just have to wait until tomorrow to get a more
definitive look at our new home.  After that, I'd give Mrs. Duncan her
notice.  Eric would have to do the same for his place.

	"Young Mr. Sorensen," I smiled in the dark as I cuddled up next to
Eric, "would you be kind enough to fuck the hell out of me right now?"

	"Why, Dr. Carson!" he whispered back, "what a disgusting,
thoroughly delicious idea!" he giggled.  I should have known when he said
"delicious" that my ass was going to get rimmed to within an inch of its
black life.  He ate my hole so good that when he finally mounted me, his
curved 9" ass stretcher slid in without additional lube.  We kissed and
fucked for a good 15 minutes before I coaxed a hot load of jizz from his
pounding dick.  I made him leave it in me until it fell out flaccid and
drained.

	Near the end of our lovemaking, Eric had sucked me off.  To be so
flexible and well hung, yet manage to suck off the guy you were fucking
made me jealous as hell.  I'd always wondered what it would be like to be
one's own "best friend".

	When we got up the next morning, I fucked him in the shower and
drained his hard dick of its dick gravy into my mouth.  While I prepared
breakfast, Eric called Mr. Forsythe to arrange a convenient time for us to
come over.  We agreed on 10 a.m.

	The house was as big as it looked from the street.  The décor was
at least 40 if not 50 years old.  Some of the furniture was newer, but the
curtains and collectibles (dust catchers) were ancient.  On the main floor
in the front were a living room and parlor.  On the left side was the
dining room and behind that was a den that he'd converted into a bedroom,
so he wouldn't have to climb stairs all the time.  On the right behind the
living room were a big bathroom and a large, country kitchen.  Upstairs
were four bedrooms and another large bathroom.  The upstairs was sparsely
furnished, but very livable.  Eric and I could convert at least one of the
bedrooms into a living room for us and not encroach on Mr. Forsythe's space
downstairs.  The only real shared space would be the kitchen and passage to
the upstairs.

	John Forsythe hardly ever used the parlor downstairs, so we decided
that the bedroom above that would be ours.  We weren't very quiet when we
fucked, so that would help us to be slightly removed from anyone's hearing
below.

	"We love it," I pronounced after we'd had the grand tour and Eric
and I had discussed it.  "We'll take it, and help you with your, uh,
medical condition, Mr. Forsythe.  Eric is a great cook, so I'm sure he'll
do a wonderful job with your, uh, special diet I need to put you on.  But,
I'll leave it to the two of you to decide what is best for timing and
content, with some input from your doctor."

	John cackled and rubbed his hands together.  "This is gonna be
fun," he laughed heartily.  "And I could use the company, too."

	We moved everything out of our apartments on Saturday.  Eric and I
gave notice to our respective landlords.  Of course, both wanted to know
what was going on.  I told them with the most serious doctor face I could
put on that John Forsythe wasn't as well as he should be.  We'd agreed to
live in his big house to help him out.  So that there would be
around-the-clock coverage, both of us were drafted.  Other details they'd
have to get from Mr. Forsythe.  I needed to protect the confidentiality of
his medical situation.  But, if he wanted to blab it, that was up to him.

	Of course, that news was all over town before we'd settled into our
new home.  The telephone was ringing off the hook.  Two ladies stopped by
to bring hot dishes.  The minister and his wife prayed with him in the
parlor while Eric and I moved in some of our last boxes.  Whatever made
them all happy was fine with me.  John didn't tell them all of his medical
problems, but he laid it on pretty thick about his diet issues, his spotty
forgetfulness concerning his medications, and occasional dizziness that
could land him in a heap without assistance.

	Once more, we were praised for our kindness toward the old man.  It
was all we could do to keep from breaking up as they spouted their hot air.
However, considering they didn't know any better, I should have had kinder
thoughts about them.  But, the new minister and his wife were very warm
toward us, inviting us to church the next day.  If they knew both of us
were gay, they didn't seem to care.  They certainly must have known I was
gay.  That tidbit had to have been shared by the gossip consortium of the
town when they'd first arrived.

       There wasn't much to move from the apartments to John's house, so we
were finished by mid-afternoon.  The wind had picked up with the threat of
snow in the air.  I'd already spent one winter in Nebraska, so I knew the
obvious signs.  We were in for a bad one.  Snow began falling at twilight
and continued through the night.  Snow continued to blow through town when
we got up the next morning.  Finally about noon, the steady snow turned
into flurries and cleared by evening.  The thermometer plummeted.  It was
well below zero by Monday morning.

       No one in John's household had made it to church.  The weather was
plain foul!

	Eric did us proud.  His meals were excellent, hearty and filling,
but not scandalously high in fat or salt.  The latter was something John
didn't need anyway.

	The county had plowed the main street on Monday morning, so we had
no trouble going to the gym.  John came along with us to set up the Senior
Center for a community meeting that was to be held that evening.  As I'd be
working, I didn't attend.  Eric and John did, though.  It was more of a
neighborhood meeting where people talked about crime in the streets (there
wasn't any, but they'd seem some strangers in town), a suggested petition
to the county commissioners to lower the speed limit in town from 35 to 30,
and other mundane topics.

	The nurse had left me a note that the Regional Medical Society had
called (there were four of us, so it's hard to consider that a society).
Dr. Henry (the old drunk) was retiring at the end of the year.  Would I
kindly call the University and request another new doctor to replace him?
They'd be more than pleased to take in another one like me.  I took that as
a vote of confidence and left a note for the nurse that told her that I'd
called and left a message with the administrator of the same grant program
I was on.  However, I doubted very much that they'd send another doctor.
There were other, needier parts of Nebraska than our little corner.  They'd
have a coronary if they knew of my plans to leave, too.

	Upon reflection, the good doctor's retirement would probably
increase my patient load.  That would mean more work for Eric as well.
But, it would be difficult to gauge the movement of patients.  Some of
those rednecks would never go see a "queer nigger" doctor.  But, others saw
the County Health Department as "welfare", so they'd not go see my relief
doctor at the clinic.  That left only the third doctor who lived more than
100 miles away and was a first-class asshole.  For the sake of convenience,
he'd probably see few of the retiring doctor's patients.  The old drunk was
in the next town down the road (about 10 miles).  I guess I'd just have to
wait and see what happened.

	The weather began warming by Wednesday, allowing most of the snow
to melt from the roads.  But, the roads were still icy at night and in the
shaded patches.

	Friday evening, my 6 p.m. appointment was not a young man I knew,
nor did I recognize his family name.  My earlier appointment was a short
one, so I greeted him at the door when he walked in.  I shook his hand,
took some medical and personal information and led him into an examining
room.  He said he was there for a basketball physical.  He was a tall,
rangy kid, all arms and legs.

	"What else can I do for you, Todd?" I asked after my cursory
physical was done.  He'd been nervous throughout the physical, more so than
I'd expect from a teenager who played sports.  It wasn't like he'd never
disrobed in front of strangers.

	"I need an HIV test, too," he blurted out with a blush.

	Instantly my radar went up.  This could be Sam's "boyfriend" I
surmised.  "Sure," I smiled warmly.  "The results will be available within
20 minutes after I take some blood, and my next appointment isn't until 7.
Would you like to stay and get the results or should I mail them to you?"

	Panic registered instantly in his face.  "Uh, no, I can wait," he
stammered.

	I drew some blood and set up the test while I asked more questions.
His current family physician was the retiring drunk, so he said he thought
he'd come over here and see what kind of doctor I was.  For a 17 year old,
he seemed pretty mature to think of that.  However, he'd had a week to
think about getting the test so he'd probably practiced his story.

	"Any particular reason you think you should be getting the test?" I
asked.  He hadn't thought I'd ask that.  He stammered, but couldn't come up
with more than a deep crimson blush.  "I'm asking for a reason, Todd," I
continued.  "Someone your age needs to know the facts about HIV, not what a
well-intentioned teacher or your friends may have told you.  If you don't
get the facts without societal pressures, you'll never make good, sexual
choices."

	"Sam said you'd understand," he whined, then realized that he'd
spilled the beans.

	"Ah, yes I do, Todd," I assured him patting him on the shoulder.
"As I told him, anything said in here is strictly confidential.  In fact, I
can't even admit that you had an HIV test in court, unless you agree to let
me.  And any conversation between doctor and patient is sacred.  I'd never
divulge any confidences you told me.  Never."

	He sighed.  "You know then that Sam and I are, uh, intimate."  I
nodded.  "We enjoy the sex a lot, although I'd like to go farther than we
have."  I smiled and nodded again, hoping he'd continue.  He finally looked
up at me.  "Sam told me all the stuff you said to him about us and what
we're doing in a straightforward way."

	"We did," I confirmed.  "Look, Todd, we're dancing around the
point.  I'll tell you anything you want to know, but let's stop this
clinical terminology crap and get into it."

       A smile skipped across his face.  "He said you were real direct."

	"That's how people understand each other," I smiled back at him.
"Now, without breaking any confidences that Sam told me, I'm going to ask
you a bunch of questions.  I don't want you to feel embarrassed or
intimidated by them.  Just be truthful.  It'll help me understand what's
going on and I can guide you better into a safe future."  He smiled and
looked eager to jump in.  "So, you have sex with another male, right?" He
nodded.  "Rather than ask 20 questions, why don't you tell me about it?"
He blushed again.

	"Uh, what do you want to know?"

	"Just put it into your own words.  Do you suck dick, swallow cum,
rim, finger fuck, and ass fuck?  Do you do the same thing all the time or
do you switch off?" I asked.

	"We, uh, do the same for each other, but not all the stuff you
said," he blushed again.

	"What don't you do, then?"

	"We don't fuck ass," he grimaced.  "It hurt too much when we tried
it."

	"You aren't just the top or just the bottom, then?"

	"No, I'm on top sometimes and he's on top other times."

	I smiled.  "I'm using terminology you're not familiar with," I said
softly.  I gave him definitions for top and bottom as well as versatile in
the gay sense.

	"Oh, I guess that makes both of us versatile."

	"Exclusive to each other, no one else you've ever been with?"

	"Well, I have a girl friend, but she never puts out," he nearly
snarled.

	"I'm not trying to be judgmental here, Todd, but is she cover for
what you really like sexually?"

	He thought about it through another blush and nodded slowly.
"Yeah, probably.  But, I still get hard when I'm with her."

	"At your age, you get hard because the wind changes direction," I
laughed.  He smiled and nodded knowingly.

	"No other men or boys?"

	He looked at his feet, not looking at me.  I raised his chin and
looked into his eyes.  "Okay, tell me, Todd.  It'll never go anywhere
else."

	"I've jacked with other guys on the team and my brothers," he
finally admitted.

	"Nothing more than jacking with each other, no dick to mouth
action, cum swapping, etc.?"

	"Gawd, NO!" he blustered on the verge of tears.  "They'd never
understand that.  They'd know I was a fag!"

	"Okay," I said soothingly.  "No big deal.  I'm only trying to
assess your risk."

	I let him cool off for a few seconds before I asked him how he felt
about sex with Sam.  His face lit up.  "Yeah, that's good.  He makes me
feel desired, not just sexually, or as a friend, but much more.  He told
you that we've watched gay vids?"  I nodded.  "It looks so hot when they
were fucking, they were so into it.  We tried again with the condoms you
gave Sam, but it still hurt."

	"Well, something those vids don't show is how much preparation it
takes.  Nor do they tell you that these guys have been doing it a lot, so
they're used to taking a big dick up the ass," I explained.  Todd's dick
was hard as steel now under his flimsy hospital garb.  His manhood was a
big one, too.  No small wonder that they were having a hard time taking
each other.  Both were well hung.  Well, not as big as Eric and I were, but
bigger than usual.  That was probably the problem they were having,
considering their virgin status.  "Additionally, they don't show you how
much lube they use," I added for clarification.

	"What do you use?" he asked innocently.

	I smiled at how forward he was.  "When I have a willing partner," I
began, not admitting that I was fucking anyone right now, "I use some
special lube for gay sex.  Or you can use KY jelly like I did for your
prostate exam.  Yours is very flat and small, by the way.  That's very
good."

	"Could I buy some from you?"

	"Why not take this one?" I suggested, tossing him the tube I'd
used.  "There's about half of it left; and it's probably beyond its shelf
life for me to use here, anyway.  Don't breathe a word, though, as to where
you got it.  I'm effectively encouraging sex between minors by giving you
this."  I paused for emphasis.  "Something else you'd better be wary of.
You'll be 18 soon.  That makes you an adult.  Sam is a year younger and
will still be a minor.  Sex between the two of you then would be considered
rape of a minor by an adult."

	He gulped loudly, his eyes like saucers.  "We can't be with each
other anymore?"

	"You could get caught at it.  There can't be a hint of it going on,
either.  Someone could turn your young ass in and you'd be in jail.  You
sure as hell don't wanna be THERE!"

	"But, I don't wanna stop being with him," he wailed.

	"Then, be very discrete.  There's no problem being seen together.
You're friends from the basketball team and you go to the same school.  You
simply need to be careful where and when you do have sex," I continued with
an additional, reinforcing warning.  "Now, as your doctor, I'm telling you
to use condoms, every time you do it."  The chime rang, signaling the test
results were ready.  "But, I know what happens in the real world.  You
can't go bareback, unless you ONLY fuck around with each other.  NO one
else!"  I had to explain what "bareback" was.

	"I love barebacking," he sighed as I got up to retrieve the
results.

	I shook my head, wondering if anything I'd said was penetrating his
sexually hungry brain.  With the test results in hand, I sat next to him on
the examining table.  "Negative, Todd."

	"YES!" he stage whispered.  "Sam will be so happy!"

	"We're done for the evening, Todd," I said.  "Put your clothes back
on and take the KY home with you.  But, be careful.  Use those damned
condoms!" I said again, knowing it was probably pointless.  He jumped off
the examining table.  The hospital gown swung open, exposing his dick.
Yeah, it was a big one, alright.  Long and curved like Eric's.  Sam was
gonna be a very lucky guy if he ever got that hot dick up his ass.

	Before he left, I told him that the test results would be sent to
the State as required, but he'd be assigned a number, rather than use his
name.  His family's health insurance would pay for the exam.  The State
would be paying for the HIV test.  There was no way I could bill his
insurance company without the chance the test would be listed as a
procedure on the claim the insurance company sent to the family.  That was
a confidence I'd not break.

	The rest of the evening was routine.  When I got home, Eric was in
bed, but the lamp was on.  He watched me undress and pulled the sheet back
for me to climb in next to him.  I made love to him slowly, just the way he
liked it.  But, by the time I hit my climax, his poor ass was getting the
powerfucking of its tender life.  I was slamming and jamming that young man
like a stallion breeding a mare in season.

	When my climax was finished, he rolled over on to his stomach and
had me push my still hard dick back up his ass.  I stayed that way until my
substantial, but flaccid dick fell out.  I rolled off of him and lay beside
him.

       He loved me so totally.  How did I get so lucky?  I was even more
surprised at myself, taking on a white boy like him as my lover.  That was
something I'd never thought of as possible when I fantasized about it.  My
fantasy lovers were always black like me.  Eric had showed me that love has
no color.  He'd taught me a lot already about how black men and white men
should relate to each other.  And I did love him.

	And he loved me, in the middle of the night, on my side, his big
dick spraying his legendary monster load deep inside me.  Yeah, this was
pretty damned good!  Maybe, this wasn't such a bad place to live.  The
place was growing on me.  We'd have to talk about that, but not now.  I was
still enjoying the full feeling of his big dick slowly retreating from my
cum-filled butt.  Yeah, tomorrow was good.


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for all the kind e-mails I've received about this story.  Obviously, I hit
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