The Good Doctor 26
If you have a blond haired boyfriend
with a good body and tight Levi’s the addition of an armload of puppies almost
creates sensory overload. Pete was sitting on Mrs. Maxwell’s
sofa with two licking machines in his arms while Jase was in
the middle of the room getting close to a happiness explosion
as four pudgy taupe grey Weimaraner puppies were trying to
get him onto the carpet so that they could play with him while
he held his arms up in the air and turned slowly in a circle.
I was sitting next to Pete on the sofa when another puppy
waddled over to me and sat looking up at me with his blue eyes.
His pink tongue made a quick appearance followed by a yawn,
then he just laid down on my shoes and fell asleep.
I looked at Pete and then pointed at
my shoes. “I like
He looked over at Mrs. Maxwell. “Loraine what are the
parents like? With Jase we don’t want a puppy that’s
going to turn into an overly aggressive dog.”
Loraine was rocking in and old-fashioned
wooden rocker. She bore the weirdest resemblance to The Wicked
Witch of the East
or is West, anyway the one with the monkeys. “Even tempered
and very healthy………..on both sides. And they’re
a little smaller than your typical Weimaraner, a little lighter
Pete looked down at my feet and then
up at me. “He’s
“That’s what I like about him, laid back, cool,
besides he smiled at me. I get the feeling that he needs us.” I
guess that he can’t figure that I’m any nuttier
than I was before.
For a moment Pete got that “How the fuck do I deal with
this?” look on his face and then said. “Smiled?”
“Kinda, in a doggie way.” Why did I do this? I’m
not even sure that I like dogs. Okay, I guess that I did it
for Jase. A boy should have a dog or something. I don’t
want Jase growing up to be one of those kids who only remembers
that they were never allowed to have anything when they were
a kid. And a mammal sure beats the fuck out of the alternatives.
Jase was trying to walk over to the sofa while dragging a
herd of jumping, tumbling puppies behind him. He was kinda
in puppy overload and climbed up on the sofa. He looked back
and forth from Pete to me. In a way he was a puppy himself.
“Can we have more than one, Dad?”
I smiled at him. “What do you think?”
He decided to try an end run and turned
to Pete. “Shouldn’t
we get more than one, Pete?”
Pete pulled Jase against his side in
a kind of hug and said. “Jase,
I’m thinking that one is maybe all that we can handle.
They do get to be big dogs.”
I bend down and picked up my puppy and
then held it in my lap and looked at Pete and Jase. “I
like this one, Jase.”
He slid over and petted the puppy. “Why
this one, Dad?”
“He told me that he wants to be
Jase wants to believe. “No he didn’t! He did?
Dad, are you lying? Dogs can’t talk!”
He turns to Pete. “He’s lying right?” Pete
I pick the dog up and put him on Jase’s lap. He takes
one quick lick of Jase’s chin and then goes back to sleep.
He’s an armful for Jase but still I’m thinking
love at first sight…….well almost first sight.
I look up at Pete and he looks at me
with those sky blue eyes. He overwhelms me at the oddest
times, times when I should be
thinking of something totally different and then he looks at
me and it’s like WHAMO. It’s like a tidal wave
of maleness……of him that washes over me and its
love and sex and intimacy all rolled into one, the essence
I swallow, blink and then ask him. “You think this guy’ll
Pete smiles at me and his mouth opens
slightly and in my head I know what those lips taste like. “I think that he’ll
be just fine.” He reaches over brushes Jase’s hair
back and asks him. “Whadya think, Jase? What would you
Jase doesn’t hesitate. “I’m gonna call him
Charlie.” He looks up at us. “I been thinking about
it and I like that name.” Oh God, two Charlie’s
in my life. Well at least the other one doesn’t live
Puppies are expensive! First there’s the puppy himself.
That’ll be $600, thank you. Then there’s the puppy
cage, the puppy leashes, the puppy medicine, the puppy grooming
tools, the puppy bed, the puppy food, the puppy treats and
on and on and on. But the greatest price of all has yet to
be paid. Introducing the puppy to Mom.
In a kind of sick way I’m looking forward to bringing
those two together. Actually I think that my Mom needs to have
a puppy somewhere in her life. Every other living thing in
her life she pretty much controls but puppies are different,
unless of course they like Italian food. Okay, so they’re
not so different in terms of rewards and punishments but they
are much hairier and they poop on the lawn.
We pull into the driveway and begin to
unload the station wagon. As we’re pulling the dog
cage, with dog inside, out and onto the pavement my mother
pokes her head out of the
door between the garage and the house. She has an apron on
and is carrying a spoon. She hurries to the car and then moves
I smile at her. “We got Jase a dog.” She’s
a riot of mixed emotions.
“A dog. You got Jase a dog.” She stands well back
with one hand on her throat and the other clutching her wooden
spoon in the defensive position. Her behavior is always altered
around Pete. There’s something about his being a doctor
that inhibits her, like he was a cop or something. Out of the
corner of my eye I could see Pete carrying a huge bag of puppy
chow and in the other arm some of our other purchases. He was
half way to the door to the house when Jase pulled on his arm
and stopped him. Pete bent down and they held a quick conversation.
I reach out and pry Mom’s hand off of her throat and
pull her gently to the cage. “His name’s Charlie,
“Eric, what are you gonna do with him?” She points
at Charlie with her spoon. He stares at her with his blue eyes
and tilts his head like somehow he’s understanding what
she’s saying. “Eric, he’s a dog!” She
fake shivers. “They make such a mess.”
“Mom, he’s a puppy………….and
Jase loves him.” I know that she means well. I know that
she’s only thinking of what will be best for her family.
Frankly I don’t think that life is meant to be lived
all that neatly. It seems to me that life is inherently messy,
things like eating, drinking, vomiting, taking a dump, orgasms,
giving birth, little boy’s runny noses, French kissing,
rimming, oral sex and much much more. I’ve never understood
beautiful Metropolitan Home type houses. I always wonder if
those people have kids or if they ever fuck. I’m not
sure that I could get a hardon in a bed with a $5000 bedspread.
Hey, if it was up to me the dog could eat off of my plate……….as
long as he didn’t eat too much. It’s taken a long
time to pull Pete down to my level and still, every once in
a while, I catch him vacuuming when there’s no earthly
need for it.
I don’t want to give the impression that our house is
a dump, because it’s not. From the ground up it’s
a great house with even more room than we need and Mom seems
genetically disposed to clean everything that she comes into
contact with and so our house is a lot cleaner than we probably
have a right to expect it to be.
She waves her spoon at me. “Well don’t expect
me to clean up after him!” She starts to say something
and then waves both arms in dismissal, turns and quickly walks
back to the house. I kneel down open the door to the cage and
lift Charlie out. He licks my face and wiggles. “The
worst is over, Charlie.”
Jase comes running back outside. “Dad,
I wanna play with Charlie.”
“Good! He needs to pee.” I reach into the car
and pull out his leash. I hook him up and hand the leash to
Jase. “Take him into the back yard. Walk your dog.”
Pete is lying on his stomach on the sofa,
in his jeans but has pulled out his shirt and is watching the
late news. I climb up behind and on top of him and lay my head
on his broad back my crotch is pressed to his butt. I mumble
into his back.
“I’m dogged out.” The two puppies, Charlie
and Jase were both sleeping in Jase’s bed.
Pete turns his head awkwardly toward
me. “Should Charlie
be sleeping in his cage?”
“You don’t think I should let him sleep with Jase?” I
shove my hands up under his shirt and he lifts up a bit and
I pretty much wrap my arms around him, the palms of my hands
are on his pecs.
He groans. “Mmmmm, that feels good.” He clenches
his butt. He knows what I’m thinking.
“The thing is, I guess, that I don’t really know
what’s best. My dog always slept with me. Geez I loved
that dog! Anyway maybe we should get a book or look on the
internet and see what the conventional wisdom is.”
Pete starts to turn over and I lift myself
up so that he can. We end up lying on our sides facing each
other. Pete smiles. “I
wanted to be able to kiss you.” Which he does. In this
light his eyes are a very dark blue and while neither of us
has showered since this morning Pete just smells more intensely
him, deeply masculine, sexy. I want to lick him.
He continues. “The thing is that this is all new. Charlie
is just a puppy and as you pointed out so is Jase. I don’t
really see any downside but it’d be dumb not to check.” That’s
a doctor thing, civilians just guess.
He kisses the side of my neck and it sends shivers through
me. I unbutton the top few buttons on his shirt and play with
his chest hair and finally pull his shirt open and kiss his
“I want to fuck you.”
He smiles at me and kisses me lightly. “I
I shove my right hand under and around
his head and pull him to me for a longer deeper kiss. “How did you know? I
haven’t said anything.” I slide my knee between
He laughed. “Every time I turned around today you were
looking at my butt. Aaaaannd, I dunno, I can just tell.” My
left hand reached for his right and we started playing with
each other’s fingers. His head was lying on my arm and
our faces were only inches apart. Again I’m getting that
urge to lick him.
I ask him. “You ever get………………..ahhhh……….like
an urge to lick me?”
He laughed again and kissed my fingers. “All the time!
Usually when I’m fucking you, then I feel it big time.
I guess that I mostly morph that into a kiss but I have licked
you. Why? Do you think it’s weird?”
“No! Cause like I feel that way,
well not all the time but lots! I do it quite a bit.”
“I know. I feel it when you do.
It makes me feel good, like you not only love me but like
me and are attracted to
me on some primitive level.”
I smiled, maybe a bit evilly. “How
do you feel about biting?”
Pete nuzzled my neck and spoke softly
almost directly into my ear. “Bite?” He laughed. “Maybe nibble.” He
bit me very lightly on my shoulder. “Well, maybe if you
fuck me from behind, you could bite the back of my neck. Just
don’t get carried away. Actually that might be cool……………or
I slide over him, stand up and start
pulling him up. I smile at him. “Come on, your keeping
me up past my bedtime.”
I’m pulling Pete toward the bedroom and he grabs me
and pulls me back against him. While he’s chewing on
the side of my neck he’s also shoving his hands down
the front of my jeans. I grunt as he gently squeezes my balls.
“Ohhhh, Doctor, I am gonna soooo fuck you!” He
laughed and we walked to our bedroom with his cock pressed
to my ass.
Once in the bedroom Pete sat on the edge of the bed and pulled
me to him by the waistband of my jeans. I whipped off my tee
shirt as Pete opened my pants and gently held my cock in his
hands. He looked up at me and then dove down on it taking my
cock all at once. I gasped and my hands went to his shoulders
for support. Finally I fell forward and pushed him back on
the bed as I straddled his head driving my cock down deep into
his mouth. While never letting go of my cock he pushed my jeans
off of my butt and then reached behind me and wrapped his hands
around my nuts and pulled them backwards.
“No, Pete! Pete! No, you’re gonna make me cum!” He
pulled off of my dick and then licked his way up past my abs
and then sucked on my left nipple. I slid down his body until
we were face to face and then we met in the middle in a kiss.
I sat up and then climbed between his
legs and started pulling at his pants. He lifted his hips
and pushed his pants and briefs
down and I pulled them off. When I looked up at him he was
lying on his back with his head up to watch me and the muscles
and tendons in his neck bulging. He looked……………not
quite worried, maybe concerned.
I laughed. “Will you fucking relax! This isn’t
supposed to be an ordeal. I’m not gonna hurt you.” My
dick was pointing at the ceiling.
Pete dropped his head back onto the bed
and finally breathed. “I
know! Just remember that I’m not as good at this as you
are and besides, your dick is really thick. His dick was hard
and lying on his stomach. I reached over grabbed the lube and
then scooted forward until my knees were under Pete’s
legs and on either side of his butt.
I squeezed some lube onto my fingers
and then bent forward and took the head of his dick in my
mouth. How the hell do
I ever get this thing in my ass? And he’s worried about
taking mine? His head came up and he made the “Annggghh!” sound.
I started to apply the lube to his butt and he made the sound
I gently slid my finger into his butt,
moving in slightly and then out quickly so that the muscles
have time to adjust.
After a minute or two I can keep one finger inside of him and
then I begin working on the second. I can feel the change in
Pete, he’s decided that this isn’t gonna kill him.
I look up at him and grin.
“I think that I found your prostate.”
Pete strains to lift his head and whispers. “Fuck me!” Okay,
you talked me into it.
I squirt some lube on my hand and coat my cock and then apply
even more to Pete. I bend my dick down and just place the head
of my cock at his butt hole.
“Okay, Babe, I’m right there, you set the pace.” Pete
pushes toward me and slowly, haltingly pushes himself onto
my cock. This is where I can potentially get into trouble.
If I actually allow myself to really think about what I’m
doing I’m gonna blow my load before I’m even all
the way in. His sphincter is like a tight rubber band moving
slowly down the length of my cock. My hands are on his legs
and his hands are between my legs and his butt so that I can’t
go too fast.
I begin slowly fucking him, long slow
steady strokes not all the way in and not all the way out.
I watch Pete’s face
and it’s gone from relaxed to somewhere between “Get
that fucking thing outta me!” to “I wanna have
your baby.” His head lifts up and he gets this “Oh
fuck!” look on his face and then drops it back on the
bed and turns it from one side to the other. I slight sheen
of sweat has appeared on his forehead. I’m not as big
as Pete but I’m agile and I lift my butt up so that I’m
fucking down when I want to or I can aim right for his prostate.
I kinda alternate.
He grunts when I shove it all the way
in but I hold it there and with my hands on his shoulders
I lean forward and kiss
him hard on the mouth. He just gasps, “Ohhh!”.
I put my arms around his neck and pull him up so that he’s
straddling me while I continue to fuck up into him and now
he’s meeting me stroke for stroke. His cock is between
us making a river of precum and I grab hold of it and using
the precum start to slowly beat him off. We kiss in the most
passionate way that I can ever remember. It’s like neither
one of us wants to break that kiss and I’m still slowly
beating him off but I also know that I’m gonna shoot
any second so I jerk him faster and shove my tongue even farther
down his throat.
I choke out. “I gonna cum in your
He kisses me hard. “Oh fuck! Fuck
And then he’s shooting this firehouse stream of semen
three four five shots up between us and then it’s running
down my chest into our crotches. I slam into him and start
shooting and it feels like it’s turning me inside out
and I hold his head and shove my tongue deep into his mouth
while I’m pumping my load of semen into his ass.
I’m laying half on top of him and the room smells like
twenty guys have shot off. If I weren’t hanging on to
him I’d slide off because of all the semen.
I kiss him and whisper. “Well,
that worked out well.”
His eyes are hooded but there are occasional
flashes of bright blue. He kisses me on the side of my head. “We’re
I wrap my arms around Pete’s head and stare into his
eyes. “You know, you’re more fun than just about
Pete laughs and then runs his right hand over his chest and
scoops up as much cum as he can and then reached back and rubs
it into my butt. He likes my butt.
“You do bring out the best in me……….literally.
But now the trick is for us to get up off of the bed without
coating everything in cum.”
I stand up and start pulling him up by
the hand. “Fuck
it! Let’s shower.” I pull him off the bed toward
the bathroom but he stops and then pulls me back to him and
wraps his arms totally around me. He kisses the side of my
neck and then licks over to my mouth and then kisses me. I
bury my head in the crook of his neck and just let his warmth
wash over me. He makes me feel safer than I’ve ever felt.
He breaks the kiss and then runs the
fingers of both of his hands through my hair and stares into
my eyes. “Yeah………..let’s