The Good Doctor 28
When you wake up and the room is a little
on the cool side but your boyfriend has molded himself to
your back and wrapped
his right arm around your chest……….well……..that’s
just heaven. And you just leave your eyes closed and bury the
side of your head deeper into his upper arm and move your butt
a little just to feel his dick react. Not that you necessarily
want to do anything with that dick but it is comforting to
be able to get a reaction.
Pete’s face is pressed to the back of my head and I
can feel the warmth of his breath. He’s a complex man,
a doctor, someone who’s educated, literate and articulate
and here he lies with his semi-erect cock pressed against my
butt and inside my butt there’s no doubt bits of his
semen wondering, “Where the fuck’s the uterus?” I
laugh out loud and Pete stirs.
He mumbles. “Wha?”
“Nothing, Babe. Go back to sleep.” Why is it that
telling someone to go back to sleep never works? I guess because
if they’re awake enough to hear you say it they’re
probably too awake to go back to sleep.
Pete pushes his cock against my butt.
He doesn’t want
sex, necessarily; it’s just a reflex action. Why is that
so comforting? I can feel the beating of his heart and the
rise and fall of his breathing and I realize for the thousandth
time that I couldn’t live without him.
Pete slides his hand slowly down my body until his hand is
wrapped around my cock. He holds it gently but gentle or rough
my cock responds. The poor thing seems to spend most of its
life hard and being pushed pulled or beaten into service. Instinctively
I push my butt back against him and as he begins to wake up
he throws his leg over mine and hunches into me again.
He mumbles, his voice slurred with sleep. “No time,
Babe. Work……lotta patients today.”
I decide to test his resolve and slowly
turn over underneath him finally ending up with his cock
pressed to mine and my
face buried in the crook of his neck. I turn my head and push
my lips to his. He giggles. “Nnnnnnnn…………ohhh.” He
kisses back and then kisses my neck. “Not fair! His voice
is buried in my neck. I wrap my arms around him and feel his
strong back. I love the weight of him on top of me it makes
me feel safe.
He’s kissing my neck and waking up, staying in the warmth
until the very last possible moment. Then suddenly he does
a push up and hovers above me the muscles standing out in his
arms and his chest a solid mass of muscle. I pull his head
down and kiss him again knowing that I’ve lost the battle.
Twisting off of the bed he walks naked
into the bathroom. Damn he’s got a pretty butt! I roll over onto my stomach
with my arm over the side of the bed and my hand on the floor.
I can hear sounds coming from Jase’s room but they’re
not “We’re about to invade!” sounds but more
like playing with the puppy in bed sounds.
I drag myself outta bed and walk into
the shower. Pete is washing his hair and I wrap my arms around
him and lay my head
against his back. It’s too fucking early, too early to
be up, too early for Pete to be going to work, too early to
be starting another day.
He pulls my hand away from his chest
and puts a bar of soap in it. There’s a smile in his voice, there’s always
a smile in his voice, he says, “Do my back, Sweetheart.” I’d
like to lick him clean.
I want to be helpful and I scrub his back thoroughly paying
particular attention to his butt.
He laughs. “You try and go any deeper and you’re
gonna need a license to practice medicine.”
“How come you’ve got this rock hard butt?” I
ran a soapy hand through the crack of his butt.
lunges I think. But probably more a question of genes more
else, besides your butt is prettier than mine.”
“To you maybe but I can’t see it and it’s
hard to play with it.” I licked at his nipple. “Hard
for me to play with it anyway, you’re real good at it.”
Pete pulls my head up and shoves his tongue into my mouth.
He closes his eyes when he kisses.
The water from the shower is pouring
over us and he pins me to the ceramic tile wall as he presses
harder against me sucking
and releasing my tongue and then biting my shoulder lightly
as he buries his face in my neck. I can hear his breath in
my ear and feel the frustration in him that there’s no
time to complete this.
He kisses me again and then pushes off
the wall. “No
time!” He rinses off quickly wraps the towel around his
waist and shaves fast. Just as I’m finishing drying off
and getting ready to shave he comes back into the bathroom
and gives me a quick peck on the cheek and then he’s
off, his shirt isn’t buttoned all the way, his tie is
slung around his neck and he’s carrying his jacket and
briefcase. He’s late.
I pull on a pair of boxers and walk into the kitchen. Jase
is just letting Charlie back in from his morning poop and Charlie
is gallumping around apparently thrilled with the way things
I pour a cup of coffee and slump against
the counter as Jase comes over and looks up at me he’s
wearing nothing but a pair of little boy jeans.
“How come Pete was late, Dad? He almost didn’t
have time to say good bye.”
“He’s gotta lotta work to do today, Kiddo. What’s
with the jeans?”
“I thought I’d wear em.”
“I don’t got underwear on.”
“Oh?” I look down and pull
back the waistband of his jeans. Naked little boy butt.
“Jase, you’ve gotta wear
“How come, Dad? You don’t
always wear underwear.”
“Sure I do.” A lie.
“No, Dad, I’ve seen you put your pants on sometimes
when you don’t have underwear on.”
“What are you the CIA?”
“The point is Jase is that you
gotta wear underwear. For one thing your grandma is picking
you up today and believe
me she can tell from a mile away whether or not your wearing
“Did she catch you not wearing
“Ye…………that’s not the
point, Jase, the point here is that little boys have gotta
wear underwear. You’ll catch a cold without it.”
“You mean like the last time I
“I was wearing underwear then.”
“Are you gonna be a lawyer when
you grow up?”
“I’m gonna be doctor when
I grow up, like Pete.”
“Well there ya go! Pete wears underwear.”
“You’ve seen it…………..every
morning when we make breakfast.”
“So if you wanna be a doctor you’ve gotta wear
underwear. I’m pretty sure that they check.”
“You want breakfast?”
“I’ll make the toast!”
“Put on underwear first.”
Charlie knocked on the doorjamb of my
Charlie the warehouse manager not Charlie the dog.
“Come on in, Charlie. What’s
Charlie walks over and sits next to my
desk with his forearms on his knees and his hands together. “Boss, we got our
first shipment of them cobalt heat transfer units.” He
looks around to see if he can be overheard. “They’re
fucking huge!” I get the impression that he’d never
say fuck in front of his beloved, Jane, who now that Charlie
has come into the office is sitting at her desk trying to look
demure. Why is it that whenever anyone says anything is huge
I think of cock. I’m fucking sick!
“Well…………I know that they’re
big. What’d we get, two?”
Charlie looks at me and nods yes. “Huge!”
three feet high and maybe two feet across?”
“Boss, we need more space. Remember they’re gonna
be sending us a lot more of them and we gotta keep space between
them because they’re fragile. They don’t look at
it but they are and you bump two of em together and you got
six grand worth of garbage.”
“Charlie, you mean like you want
me to build an addition?”
“I think you got to, Boss.” It’s
not necessarily the worst thing.
“I say go straight back, maybe a hundred feet. We’ve
got the land.”
That’s almost ten thousand square feet or about…………..what…………a
quarter million bucks, maybe a half million. “We need
“Well not just for them but we could really increase
our sales to a lot of companies if you could stock more for
them.” He’s right about that.
“I gotta think about that, Charlie. Maybe talk to my
dad.” I tap my pencil against my teeth. “You can
make do for a while? There’s gotta be someplace to stash
“Yeah, Boss, we’ll find a
spot for now, we just gotta be careful.”
When I walked into the house I could hear Jase and Charlie
tearing around and my mother yelling.
“Jason, you stop playing with that dog! You’re
gonna knock something over and your fathers gonna be mad!” Well
there’s her problem, it’s just not a credible threat.
I wrap my arms around her and give her a hug. She shrugs it
off but I know that it counts.
“Whatcha makin, Ma?” Her
hands are deftly rolling out dough for ravioli.
“Your son and that dog are making
me crazy! What? You just figured that you try and kill me
by getting that dog?”
“Is that crab?” I grab a
junk of it and eat it. She slaps my hand.
“Eric, it’s for the ravioli!
You want ravioli with nothing in it?”
“What kinda sauce?” I break off a piece of the
crusty bread that’s lying there and chew on it. Suddenly
a little boy comes barreling into my legs while a puppy skids
to a halt. Jase opens his mouth and I tear off a hunk of bread
and drop it in. Out of the corner of my eye I see my mother
glaring at me and throwing up her hands. Once Jase has got
the bread in his mouth I pick him up and kiss him while he
“You were a good boy today?” He
“Wanna do me a favor?”
“A favor? Sure, Dad.” I kiss
him on his neck.
“Grandma’s cooking a really special dinner and
she needs you to be extra quiet. So what I’d like you
to do is take Charlie and sit and watch tv for a while. Okay,
He nods a vigorous yes.
I run my fingers through his hair and
pull his head to mine for a moment of perfect parental bliss. “Good boy!” I
set him down and he takes Charlie and walks into the family
My mother is working hard on her crab
ravioli and doesn’t
indicate in any way that she’s even heard my exchange
with Jase but I can feel the change in the room.
She’s doling out spoonfuls of crab filling onto the
rolled out dough. “Your grandfather used to do that with
you. I always wanted your father to show his feelings more
but it’s not in him, not that way anyways. You remember
your grandpa doing that?”
“You mean kissing me?”
“Yeah! Like you do with Jason.” Yeah
I do remember. God I loved that man!
“Dad showed affection……….just kinda
in a different way. Well……….I mean you can’t
compare him to grandpa. One was Italian and the other English,
“Hey, Ma. What do you think dad
would feel about me putting an addition on the warehouse?”
She’s using her ravioli cutter and pulling away the
excess dough. “An addition? Business is that good?”
“Yeah………it’s good but maybe
it could be better. I gotta think about it, you know really
think it through. Then I’ll talk to dad.” And she’ll
talk to him as soon as she gets home. I pulled off my tie.
Who the fuck invented those things?
I walk into my bedroom and strip off,
hanging up my suit and tossing my underwear and shirt into
the hamper I pull on a
pair of khaki shorts and a red tee shirt. Jase comes in and
climbs on the bed. He’s jumping and banging on me. A
He wraps his arms around my neck and
pulls me backward on the bed. “You’re not wearing
underwear, Dad are ya?”
I reach behind and grab him and hold him in my arms like you
hold a little baby and I rock him and sing.
“Rock a bye baby on the tree top
Lalalala the cradle will rock.”
Jase giggles at me. “Dad, I’m
not a baby anymore and anyway you forgot the words.”
Kids know so much.
By the time Pete got home Jase had already been put to bed.
Pete dropped his briefcase and threw his jacket across a chair.
He trudged into the kitchen.
“Did you eat?”
“I had some popcorn about three o’clock.
One of the nurses had some.”
I pushed him into one of the kitchen
chairs and poured him some wine. “Drink, it’ll make things better. I’m
warming some crab ravioli in cream sauce in the microwave.
“I’m not sure about eating. I’m
“Just one, Pete. You need something on your stomach
and mom outdid herself.” I put one of his plate and he
“Holy crap!” He thinks that’s
“Good huh?” I pile more on his plate and tear
off a piece of bread so that he has something to sop up the
garlic cream sauce. Fuck his breath. I love watching him eat
which is weird because the only two people that I like to watch
eating are he and Jase. I guess that it’s a love thing,
probably an Italian thing too.
“The garlic is so delicate you
can still completely get the taste of the crab. Damn that
woman can cook!”
I sit quietly and watch him wolf down the food. The important
thing now is to get food into him and some wine so that he
can relax and shed the problems of the day.
I prop up my head on my hand and watch him eat. Finally he
finishes and looks intently at me. He wipes his mouth slowly
and crumples up the paper napkin.
He half stands and bends over the table towards me. He holds
the back of my head and kisses me. I smile at him but let him
do the talking.
“Before you, before we met, there
was no one to come home to, nobody cared whether I had a
good day or a bad one,
nobody thought about feeding me.”
I slumped on the table but smiled up
at him and spoke slowly. “So
that’s a good thing, right?”
He reached over and took my hand. “That’s
a very good thing.”