The Good Doctor 37
After the dinner we decided to just say “Fuck it!” and
drive home, so we made a quick trip to the room to change clothes
and then piled into the car.
It was dark out and except for the freeway lights, the flashes
of headlights from other cars and the dashboard lights, things
in the car were pretty dark. I rolled my head towards Pete
who, of course, was driving.
“So you’re still mad about
Pete reached over and took my hand and
squeezed it. “I’m
not really mad about that. It just kinda took me by surprise.
Besides, Patti’s always been a bitch and she’s
always felt that she could throw herself at me whenever she
felt like it. I’m not sure what she thinks the word gay
means.” He laughed. “She told me once that she
thought it was a phase. But I do feel sorry for Nate, he’s
a good guy and she certainly shouldn’t have said what
she said to you and she sure as hell shouldn’t have thrown
that drink in your face.” Actually, since it got us outta
there early I thought it was worth it.
He glanced at me. “You didn’t
like Thornton did you?”
“Pete, he’s a prick! I hate when people with position
and money use it to make working people feel like shit.” I
looked at Pete and then realized my mistake. “Not that
you and all doctors don’t work cause I know how fucking
hard you do work.” He smiled.
Pete turned his head and grinned at me. “You
“Yep.” I turned a bit in my seat to face him. “So
you’re mad about Jimmy? Cause I didn’t do anything
with him, he’s just a lonely young guy.”
Pete grinned tightly. “He’s
a horny young guy who wants to fuck you!”
I laid my head back against the seat
and stared at the roof of the car for a moment and then turned
to look at Pete. “Hey,
you fuck me like what……a hundred times a week?”
Pete looked at me and smiled at the exaggeration. “Something
“So where do ya think that I’d find the time or
strength to………stray? I’d have to be
like, Super Fag.”
“I know that you don’t stray and I do trust you.
Really I do! It’s just………..when you
were walking out of that pool with your hair all wet and black
and the water dripping off your body. God! I’ve never
seen anything so fucking hot in my life!” He was slowly
shaking his head. “I wanted to attack you myself. I can
just imagine what was going through Jimmy’s mind and
everyone else’s. Everyone around that pool had their
eyes glued to you. ” I could feel his body tensing and
his voice got a little louder. “You know that bathing
suit becomes practically transparent when it gets wet!”
“Pete, I’ll throw it out.
I mean I never noticed the whole transparent thing. I never
look at myself.”
He smiled and said slowly, “Don’t do that. Just
wear it only when we’re alone.”
“That’ll make you hot?” I
We were both silent for a while. I turned
to look at him and smiled. “Ever had anyone beat off
in your BMW, Doctor?”
He looked at me with his mouth open as I was popping open
my jeans and dragging the zipper down.
“Eric!” His voice was choked. “What are
you doing? You can’t!”
“Pay attention to the road, Pete.” And he was
wrong, actually I could and I pushed my Levi’s and my
underwear down to my knees. My cock sprang up and slapped my
stomach as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it aside.
Pete’s voice was almost crazed. I figured that it was
part of my job to keep him that way. “Eric, what are
“Moving my shirt outta the way so that the cum doesn’t
splatter on it.”
“Oh fuck!” Pete kept looking
from the road to me and finally reached over with his right
hand and ran it
down my chest to my cock.
I leaned my head back against the seat
while I turned to look at him. “Sweetheart, you need to keep your eyes on the
road. Wouldn’t want the EMT’s to find me like this
if we had an accident.” I grabbed my hard cock and shook
His voice was tense. “Eric! What
if we get a ticket? What if we get stopped?”
“Sweetheart, don’t speed and everything’ll
I groaned and he shot me a look. I asked
know what I’m doing?
‘No! Yes! What?”
I groaned again. “I’m leaking a lotta precum and
I’m rubbing it around the head of my dick…………and
thinking about how much I’d like to suck yours.” I
scooped up a fingerful of precum and held it out to him. “Wanna
He shook his head and laughed. “You
little fuck! No!”
I smiled at him. “Awww, come on, Pete. You know you
want to, besides this precum wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t
thinking about your cock.”
His tongue flicked out and slurped up my finger. I shoved
it into his mouth and he sucked on it greedily.
I pulled my finger out of his mouth slowly
and said, “Sorry
but I need this hand.” I shifted down lower into the
seat. “I’m using the other one to finger my hole.”
He put both arms on top of the steering
wheel and laid his forehead on them for a second. He just
said, “Oh fuck!”
My voice was soft but I made sure that
it was loud enough for him to hear. I was slowly beating
off. “When I shove
my finger in I think about Friday night and how it felt when
you were in me. How it felt to have your balls slapping against
my ass as your big dick plowed into me. And then the next morning
when I was a little sore and swollen and you pushed past that
and fucked me for a third time. That was the best. My finger
isn’t anywhere near as big as your cock but it reminds
me how it felt to be fucked by you. To feel like you owned
me, like your big dick was just taking what belonged to it
already. And then when you came in me, feeling that huge load
of sperm being shot into my hot butt like you do all the time
cause I belong to you and you can fuck me whenever you want.”
My own words were getting to me making me hotter and hotter
because he does pretty much fuck me whenever he wants to and
reliving that feeling of giving up control and feeling him
fucking me is overloading all my circuits.
I feel Pete reaching over and his finger
slides into my hole next to mine and I pull my finger out
while his pushes deeply
into me. I look over at him through lust filled eyes and ask, “You
able to drive?” He groans and nods yes. I clench my muscles
so that his finger is putting more pressure on my prostate.
I shut my eyes tight and concentrate
on all the things a doctor knows about a prostate and what
he’s doing with
that knowledge. It’s just like this morning when his
dick was pounding into me and pretty soon I can feel my hips
lifting off the seat and I shout, “Oh fuck I’m
As my cum landed on my chest I looked
at Pete and he was hanging onto the steering wheel with one
hand while he shouted and
his body started to spasm. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” His
body jerked with each expletive and then slowly settled with
minor tremors shaking him with diminishing strength.
Finally he pulled his finger out of me
and slowly settled in his seat. He looked over at me and
fuck! Fuck that hasn’t happened in a long long time!” Then
after a minute. “You need to be spanked!
I grinned. “Big talk for a guy
who just shot off in his pants.”
He shook his head slowly. “What
are you doing with that mess?”
I laughed. “Actually I was tasting
it. Wanna try it?”
He shook his head again and laughed. “You little fuck!” He
sighed and said, “I don’t mind it when it’s
fresh from the source but not cold.” Actually I felt
the same way.
I sat up took my shirt off and used it
to clean up the remainder of the mess. “Well that made the time pass.” Even
in the dim light of the car I could see a huge wet spot on
his pants and said, “I guess if we stop someplace you
won’t be going in.” The car reeked of fresh sex.
He was grinning and shaking his head again.
I reached over and took his hand in mine. “You haven’t
forgotten that I fucking love you have ya?”
He laughed and pulled my hand to his
lips and kissed it. “Nope.”
On Sunday morning my mom’s house is all about food………………that’s
all about food in more of a way than you can imagine. In mom’s
mind this meal has to last you for a week or at least until
she sees you next.
My mother was still in her bathrobe,
still in her bathrobe until about 1:00, and when she sees us
she runs to Pete and throws her arms around his neck. My dad
rolls his eyes.
Pete’s hugging her back and trying to answer questions
that are more rhetorical than anything else, “Sweetheart,
how was your conference? Did you have a good talk with the
She turned her head to me as I was scooping
up Jase and asks me, “You didn’t do anything
I blew a raspberry on Jase’s neck and he squirmed wildly. “Mom!
What would I do? I ate dinner.”
Jase looks at me and says, “Whatdya
I took a bite of the piece of toast that
he still had in his hand, kissed the side of face leaving
a butter mark and asked
him, “What are you, CIA?”
While Pete is expanding my mother’s horizons I sit at
the kitchen table at Jase’s seat with him on my lap.
My dad is eating scrambled eggs. My dad looks up at me and
smiles. It’s a weird smile, almost a secret smile and
needless to say I don’t get it.
In between bits of toast and eggs he
asks, “You done
I shake my head no. “Monday.”
He reaches out and grabs my wrist with
a surprisingly strong grip. “I know you hate doing inventory. I didn’t
much like it myself but it’s important. Do it carefully.
Cause if you don’t really know what’s there you
don’t know anything. Got it?”
His hand is hot on my wrist and some
little part of me wishes that he’d wrap his arms around
me but it only lasts for a second and instead of that happening
I kiss Jase.
Jase is wearing his little boy pajamas,
blue with some sort of spacecraft printed on them. He’s
so warm and alive. I whisper a question in his ear.
“You were a good boy?” He
keeps eating and nods yes.
Then in that disconcerting way that little
kids have he pokes his finger at me and asks with a big smile, “Were
you a good boy?”
I act shocked that he’d even ask such a thing and in
a way while I’m not shocked I am kinda embarrassed. “Me?
I was a very good boy!” I can see my dad smiling into
his coffee cup but he doesn’t say anything. Yes, I was
thinking about the sex and I was an extremely good boy!
My mom comes bustling back to the table
talking a mile a minute. “Okay,
eat! I got scrambled eggs, waffles, sausages, bacon, toast
and hash browns and grapefruit.” She looks at me and
says, “I got some pasta too……..from last
night………you want me to heat it up?” She
pushes Pete into a seat.
As soon as Pete is there Jase bales on
me and climbs unasked onto his lap. Well I don’t really blame him for that.
I mean I’ve done the same thing myself.
I’m confining my breakfast to sausage and start munching
on another one while I tell my dad, “They’re commin
Thursday to break ground. Your guy whathisname says they’ll
be finished by the first of the year.”
He points at me with his fork and says, “I heard. Eric,
don’t go hiring extra people till you see what’s
what. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah, Pop.” Fuck! I haven’t called him
that in years! He smiles but doesn’t look up. Funny,
when my dad is talking my mother doesn’t interrupt. Why
didn’t I ever notice that?
Jase grabs on like a terrier. “Pop?”
My dad reaches over with one of his huge
hands and ruffles Jase’s hair. “Your dad used to call me Pop. You
know, like Dad or Father, just another name.” I can see
Jase processing this information and I wonder how long it’ll
He looks at me and grins. “Pop……Pops…….Poppie.” It’s
new and he doesn’t push it but he will. I look at Jase
and then Pete. Pete smiles. I decide to change the subject.
“Mom, I gotta buy a bathing suit. Where’d
you get that last one?”
She puts her hand on my arm. “I’ll
get you one, Sweetheart.”
Pete suddenly says, “Uh, that’s okay Helen, we
gotta go to the mall anyway.” He gives her a loopy smile. “Uh,
I gotta get ties too.”
She’s thinking. “I’m sure that I got it
at that sporting goods store next to the book store.” She
waves her fork. “Nathan’s or Nate’s or something
like that. They were very nice. He was a very nice young man.
He wanted to know where you swam and he helped me pick out
the color. If you still go to school they got the one with
the school colors. Maybe he’s still there. He was very
I glance at Pete and smile. And then
I asked my mom, “Ma
will you watch this young guy for a bit long while we go to
She looks surprised. “Of course,
Jase looked at me and frowned. “Dad,
I wanna go to the mall!”
“Next time, Kiddo. We’re running in and out. We’ll
be back here in an hour.”
It was called Nathan’s and I dragged
Pete into it.
“Why don’t you give up swimming? You could take
up handball.” I didn’t even respond to that.
“Pete you can pick out the suit! But nothing baggy huh?
It’s really harder to swim.” I grinned. “Maybe
that sales clerk that mom talked about could help.”
“Eric, I’m not letting some
teenage sales clerk ogle you as you try on bathing suits.”
“I don’t see……….well actually
any sales people………..but that’s okay.
There’s the swim suits let’s take a look.”
He held up a little Speedo on a hangar
and whispered slowly, “No
“It’d look a lot bigger with me in it………..if
ya get what I mean. Besides it’s black. Nobody’d
see thru that guy.” I snatched it outta his hands.
“Wait, Eric! What about these?”
“Yeah right! Me wearing those and
pushing my walker towards the pool.”
“Eric! You said that I could pick it out!” Shit!
Me and my big mouth.
My shoulders slumped. “Okay. But I gotta try em on cause
I’m telling you that these won’t look as bad as
you think. Will you at least look at them?”
“Yes! Eric, I’m not trying to be unreasonable.” He
brought his face close to mine and stared into my eyes. “I
don’t think that it’s unreasonable for me to not
wanna share your body with the rest of the world.”
Okay that actually made me kinda hot. “Okay, Pete, you
pick out three and I’ll pick out three and then I’ll
try em on and you can pick. See if you can find a clerk so
that we don’t get accused of trying to shop lift.”
Two minutes later he came back dragging
a teenager wearing a nametag along with him. He finally pulled
his arm away from
Pete, glared at him and pointed to a row of doors. “Those
are the fitting rooms.” He looked at the suits that I
was holding. “Six of em?” I nodded yes and walked
to the first door with both of them following me.
He looked at Pete nervously and said
to me, “He goin
in with ya?”
I leaned towards him and grinned. “He’s my doctor.
Ahhhh I’ve got………well unusually large……..ah
equipment and well he wants to make sure that I’m getting
enough support.” I meant it as a joke for chrisake.
Pete grabbed the suits outta my hand
and shoved a bunch of cash into the clerks hand and said, “Okay! That’s
enough of that! We’ll take em all and try em at home.”
The clerks head was swiveling from Pete
to me then Pete turned him around by the shoulders and said, “Will
you please just ring the damn things up?”
The kid just looked up at him with his
mouth open and then seemed to pull it together. “Okay! Geez! I wasn’t
perving on the dude! There’s no reason to get physical.” He
took off for the register while trying to keep track of where
Pete turned to me. “And you! After
Jason gets tucked lovingly into bed tonight you are gonna
get that pretty little
butt of yours fucked to within an inch of your life!”
I looked up into his flaming blue eyes
and smiled. “You
also said something about my needing a spanking.”
He just shook his head slowly and said, “And
you are so going to get one.”