The Good Doctor 29
I hate cell phones, well actually I hate
phones of all kinds but cell phones in particular. There’s
no place to hide because you carry the damn things with you.
Pete is talking on his. He just pulled his beautiful hard
cock out of my mouth because some chronic whiner was able to
get him on his cell phone.
He looks at me. “Sorry, Eric but I gotta go.” He
pulls on underwear and pants slips on shoes without socks and
grabs his shirt and he’s on his way.
My mother is talking to me. “I’m not saying that
it’s your fault, Eric but let’s call a spade a
spade. You don’t care how I feel about the way that you
dress. It’s not your fault it’s mine. Somewhere
back in my life I did something……….something
to” she waved her arms around, ”someone I can’t
even remember who and God is punishing me.”
“I’m sure that it’ll
be okay, Mom.”
I wonder how my dad is gonna feel about
putting an addition on to the warehouse? We’ve never had any debt thanks
to his working his ass off for all those years. Of course this
would be a mortgage it’s not like I’d be borrowing
money to run the business. I gotta talk to him.
“I have to hear from Eleanor, a woman that I’ve
known my whole life, a woman who KNOWS how much I love my son.
She’s the one who has to tell me that he’s cutting
the lawn dressed like some street person.”
“I’m sure that it’ll
be okay, Mom.”
I’ll take Jase and go see him. He’d get a kick
outta the puppy too. Maybe we can make it like a father and
son and grandson bonding thing. I don’t see him enough.
I’m such a fucking asshole. I can’t even go over
once a week and see my old man. Is Jase gonna be like that?
“You’ve got those nice tan
cotton slacks hanging in your closet, those Docker things.
I see men wearing those
all the time with a nice Polo shirt. Of course they also comb
their hair and God knows that would be asking too much. You
should actually get your hair cut. Men are wearing their hair
shorter today, Eric! Do you even have a barber? Do you know
what a barber is?”
“Jase!” In the family room I see his head swivel
in my direction. “Get the puppy, Jase we gotta go see
Jase looks excited at the prospect of a road trip with the
puppy and takes off to round him up.
“Eric! Eric! Are you paying any attention at all? Why
are you going to see your father? You can’t take that
dog into my house and you can’t go anyplace dressed like
Jase and the puppy come tumbling into the kitchen. I kiss
my mom and start herding son and dog to the car.
Jase stops at the car and looks up at
mad at you, Dad.”
“No she’s not, Jase.” I scoop the puppy
up and put him in the back seat as Jase is getting himself
situated. “She was yelling, Dad.” Now with a strapped
in, totally captive little boy Charlie seizes the opportunity
to lick Jase relentlessly and Jase is fighting him off as I
climb into the drivers seat.
about cutting the grass, Jase but I think that it looks okay.
I just cut it yesterday.”
My dad was sitting in his chair when
Jase threw himself into his arms. Dad tossed him up into
the air and then caught him
and hugged him. It’s amazing how strong my dad’s
upper body still is and how kinda failing the rest of him seems
to be. Charlie was standing with his paws on the arm of my
dad’s chair wanting someone to pick him up too.
My dad hugged Jase and then finally turned
him around so that he was sitting on his lap. His voice is
still as deep as always. “You
got a puppy, Jase!”
“Yeah, Grandpa! This one.” He pointed at Charlie’s
nose and got his finger licked for his effort.
“What kinda dog is that, Jase?”
“He’s a Weee………..a Weee something.” Jase
looked up at me.
“He’s a Weimaraner, Dad.”
My Dad stroked Charlie’s head. “He’s a good
looking dog. Blue eyes!” He laughed.
He looked up at me. “Your mother tells me that you’re
thinking about adding on to the warehouse.”
I sat on an ottoman near my dad’s chair. Charlie seized
the opportunity and came shooting over and tried to climb into
my lap. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.
“Two questions. Do you need it?
Can you support it?”
I spent ten minutes filling my dad in
on the need for additional space and the possible increase
that it could mean in business.
He listened intently and then said, “Wish that I had
done it twenty years ago. It woulda cost like nothing.” He
waved his hand. “That doesn’t matter now though.
Eric, what I’d like to do is have an architect friend
of mine come over and do some drawings and then let’s
see what kinda prices we get. I can help with part of the cost
but some of it you’re gonna have to get a mortgage for
and before you do anything you’ve gotta be sure that
your customers are gonna respond like you think that they will.”
“Son, what you oughta do is invite some of the better
customers over to the house. Maybe a cook out or something,
get some drinks into em. Once you’ve fed em and got some
alcohol into em you’ll be getting a better feel for what
they would be willing to do. People will do anything for a
“Dad, I didn’t mean for you to put in more money.” Great
he probably thinks that’s what I came here for. “I
just want your input, your perspective.”
He laughed. “Eric, I could make this a loan and you
could pay me interest but I don’t need the income and
when I die you’d just inherit the paper and have to pay
some frigging tax on it.” He smiled at me while stroking
Jase’s hair. “Besides your mother’s been
squirreling money away ever since we got married and her dad
left her a bundle. It goes to you and then to Jase so what’s
the big deal. That’s the way things work.”
I surprised myself by being serious. “I don’t
want to think about it, Dad.” I can see the question
forming Jase’s mind.
“Grandpa are you gonna die?”
I try to beat my dad to answer that question
but before I get the words formed he says, “Sure I
am, Jase, everybody dies.”
Geez, why’d he have say that? Jase has a weird look
on his face. He looks at me and then at my dad and says, “I
don’t want you to die, Grandpa.”
I’m on my feet and talking fast. “Well, Dad, we
gotta get going, come on Jase Grandma’s waiting and she’s
gonna be mad if we don’t get home, where’s the
My dad is confused. “What are you
doing, Eric? You just got here.”
“Dad,” I looked at Jase, “ouyae an’tcae
alktae about ieingdae.” Lord, if he only knew the problems
My dad looks at me and shakes his head. “Have
you been drinking kid?”
I give up. “Dad……….I haven’t
I lift Jase off of my Dad’s lap and tell him, “Jase
would you go get me a coke outta the refrigerator?” I
set him down and he and the puppy scamper off.
“Dad………..the thing is that I know
that everyone dies but Jase…………..well
you got no idea how stuff like this can upset him and how many
questions it can generate.”
He smiles indulgently at me. “Eric, kids know more than
you think and beside,” He waves his hand in dismissal, “he’s
already forgotten it.”
Jase comes walking back into the room
holding the can as high as he can because Charlie thinks
that it’s for him and
is intent on getting it. “Here’s your coke, Dad.” He
buries his head in my stomach and pushes against me. He’s
I put my hand on the back of his head
and rub his neck. I look up at my dad. “Jase is got a birthday coming up.” I
look down at Jase. “Tell Grandpa how old you’re
gonna be.” This oughta divert attention at least until
Jase holds up three fingers. “I’m gonna be six,
Grandpa!” Jase is leaning back against me like I’m
a wall. “And I’m gonna have a birthday party.”
Finally I make my excuses and Jase and
I run by the office. I turn Jase over to Jane to play with
while I call a few customers
and invite them over to the house tonight for a cookout. Some
of them complain about the short notice but dad is right people
will do anything for a free meal. I call my mom at the house
and see if she’d mind throwing together a little cookout.
“Cookout? Eric, what am I, a cowboy? I don’t make
cookouts. I’ll make a nice meal that people can eat in
a civilized way, maybe a buffet.” Thank god she loves
horny. Pete and I didn’t have sex this morning because
he went racing off to the clinic again and I’ve been
thinking about cock all day.
Pete looked at me with his thumb cocked to the driveway. “Eric,
what are all the cars doing here?”
“Ahhhhh I asked em to come over. They’re all customers
and my dad said to get them over for a drink and to see if
they’d want us to warehouse stuff for them.” I
looked at the cute confused look that he had on his face and
then glanced down at the packed crotch only just being contained
by his khaki slacks.
I pulled a confused Pete into the bathroom
and closed and locked the door. He asked me, “Eric, what’s
“I need cock!”
“Eric! THEY ARE IN THE LIVING ROOM!”
I opened his belt unzipped his pants
and dug out his cock before he had a chance to stop me. “I don’t care!
I’ve been talking to maniacs all day and now I need cock!”
“Eric!! They’ll hear us!!!’
“Not unless you scream when you cum.” I
was stroking his rising cock. For all his resistance some
part of him liked
the idea. I think that it was the part that I had in my hand.
“Eric!! You’re fucking nu……………………unnngggghhhhh!!”
I took as much of his dick into my mouth
as I could. He’s
really thick. I wrapped my right hand around his balls and
squeezed lightly. My left hand was beating off the part that
I couldn’t fit in my mouth. I wanted cum, his cum. I
wanted to feel it hitting the back of my throat and to taste
it on my tongue and to swallow that part of him, to make it
part of me.
Rose took a cigarette out of her purse
and held it between two long red lacquered nails as she searched
for a lighter.
She looked up in frustration and then seemed to realize that
she couldn’t smoke in here anyway. She looked at me and
then at Pete and then she smiled that smutty little smile that
is her normal look as she slowly crossed her legs. She knew.
I glanced quickly at Pete. Oh God! He’s got that, “I
just murdered someone in the other room.” look on his
“Rose! What brings you here?”
She opens her purse and throws the cigarette
into it. “Eric!
You asked me to come over!” She looks up at Pete smiles
and says, “Don’t tell me that all of the fun is