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 the dinner?”

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 noticed?”

“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 like that.”

“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 smiled.

“Oh yeah.”

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 you doing?”

“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 it.

His voice was tense. “Eric! What if we get a ticket? What if we get stopped?”

“Sweetheart, don’t speed and everything’ll be fine.”

I groaned and he shot me a look. I asked him. “Wanna 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 taste it?”

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 cumming!”

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 shuddered. “Ohhh 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.”

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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, actually she’s 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 other doctors?”

She turned her head to me as I was scooping up Jase and asks me, “You didn’t do anything did you?”

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 do?”

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 with inventory?”

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 take.

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 good.”

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 the mall?”

She looks surprised. “Of course, Honey!”

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 fucking way!”

“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 was.

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.”