The Good Doctor 45
Even if I didn’t see her car I’d know when my
mom was at my house. Getting out of my car in the garage the
smell of Italian cooking is unmistakable, the basilly, garlicky,
slightly acrid and yet sweet smell of cooking tomato sauce,
the savory smell of browning meatballs and the toasted garlic
smell of bruschetta all tell me that mom is working.
Just before Jase and Charlie barreled into me she pointed
her spoon at me and asked, “You hungry?” She didn’t
wait for an answer, she never does. “I’ll fix ya
a little something to tide ya over till dinner.”
I grunt, “K, Ma,” as boy and dog hit. Jase uses
me like a tree and is hanging from my neck with his legs wrapped
around my waist in like a second. Charlie is standing with
his paws on Jase’s back furiously barking his hello,
further into the kitchen I see David and Sam sitting at the
table eating six thousand calories each to tide them over until
Jase grabs my face in both hands his own face is alive with
excitement. “Sam is here with David! Sam’s gonna
have dinner with us!”
I kiss Jase’s cheek and say, “Oh he’s not
here! You’re makin that up!”
“I’m not dad!” He twists and points at the
kitchen table. “See! There they are!”
I give him a doubtful look. “Where? I don’t see
anything. Sure you’re not makin this up?”
He grabs my face again and with a look of frustrated forbearance
he tries to explain to his idiot father. “Look, Dad!” He
turns my face in the direction of the table. “They’re
To keep the game going I close my eyes. “I don’t
“Dad! Ya gotta open your eyes!” I can’t
help it and I smile and he gets it. “Gramma, he’s
doin it again!”
From the stove, “Eric, quit teasing Jason!”
I kiss my son again and say, “Hey, I never rat you out.
How come you’re always squealing on me?”
Jase presses his forehead to mine. “Sometimes you make
I carry Jase over to David and Sam. I squeezed Sam’s
shoulder and say, “Hey, Sam!” I lean over and kiss
David on the temple quickly before he has a chance to think
about what I’m doing and get all crazy and then I dump
Jase into his lap.
“Take your brother, David. He’s too wiggly for
me.” Yes, I used the word brother deliberately but he
doesn’t know that. Maybe it was just a figure of speech.
I turn back to Sam. This is one gorgeous kid, broad well muscled
shoulders narrow waist and in general a good looking kid. David,
you are one lucky boy. “You’re gonna stay for dinner
aren’t ya, Sam?”
He stands up and shakes my hand. “Yes, Sir, if that’s
okay.” He earns major points.
At the spoken notion that there is even a question that someone
might not be eating her food my mother runs over and says, “Of
course you’re staying for dinner!” She gestures
towards the chair he just got out of and says, “Now sit.
You want more milk?”
I smile at Sam. “It sure is okay. Besides you can help
David program his cell phone.” I take a small package
that I had tucked under my arm and hand it to David whose eyes
get so big they look in danger of exploding.
David stammers, “I cell phone?”
“Yeah, I was gonna have a regular phone put in your
bedroom but finally decided that you’d get more use outta
this. I dug into my pants pocket and pulled out a list of names
and numbers. “Sam can show you how to program in these
David is almost vibrating. “I can’t believe it!
This is so cool!” Sam has turned to his boyfriend and
is staring at him like he wants to be doing it for a long time.
His eyes are full of love and his mouth parts slightly showing
even white teeth.
Jason on the other hand is looking at me like he can’t
believe that he didn’t see that package which is something
that surprised me too considering the nature of little boys.
He climbs off David’s lap and approaches me like a gunslinger
at OK Corral. “Where’s mine?”
I reach down pick him up and smile. “You’re too
little for a cell phone, every mother in town would be out
to lynch me if I got you a cell phone.” I start walking
slowly to my bedroom carrying Jase.
“I’m gonna get ya a goat. We can tie it up on
the front lawn and it’ll eat the grass so we won’t
ever have to mow again and then if you need to make a call
you can go outside to the front yard pry open the goats mouth
and yell into it. It’ll be a goatphone.” My humor
is totally lost on my son who does not look happy.
“I feel like I been gypped.”
“Do any of the other kids you go to school with have
a cell phone?”
I can see that Jase hates the question and is struggling with
the answer but finally says with a sigh, “No. It’s
I sat down on the bed still holding Jase. “What’s
He frowns at me. “I dunno. That’s what’s
I twist around and lay Jase on the bed. “I gotta shower.
You gonna pick out my clothes?”
He’s still angry but can’t figure out why he’s
mad except that he feels like he should have gotten something.
He nods and says with a long sigh, “Yessss.”
Five minutes later when I come out of the shower he’s
just finishing laying out my clothes and his revenge.
“Briefs! I gotta wear briefs?” I didn’t
even know that I had any. I slip them on and pitch the towel
towards the bathroom.
I pick up the tight black jeans, the result of not trying
them on at the store. I pull them on and button the buttons.
I smile at him and say sarcastically, “The bright orange
turtleneck is charming too.” That was my mother’s
Jase is lying on my bed watching me dress. Finally finished
I flop backwards onto the bed next to Jase and turn my head
to look into his eyes. I feel like I’m dressed like a
male prostitute but I decide to suck it up and keep my mouth
shut about it.
I lift my left hand and touch his nose with the back of my
index finger. “You still mad?”
He blinks his eyes his voice is soft. “No. I decided
that David needs it more than I do anyway. Cause he goes to
high school and there’s mean boys there.”
“What kinda mean boys?”
“Boys that punch and hurt smaller boys.” Oh shit!
“Do those mean boys hurt David?”
Jase looks like he’s weighing what he should say but
he’s used to pretty much telling me everything and he
“The use to but Sam made em stop.”
“Is that what David told ya?” He nods yes.
“You s’pose you could let me know if it happens
He turns towards me and lies on his side. “You gonna
beat em up?”
I smile up at him. “Hopefully that won’t be necessary
but I will take care of it. If it happens again try and ask
David what the boys name is. Okay?” This is a small town
and I know a lot of people.
I smile at him. “So what’s the chance of me getting
He grins at me. “No goat?”
He rolls over on top of me and squeezes my chest while I kiss
the top of his head. I look up as Pete is walking into the
He grins. “This a hugfest?”
I roll Jase off of me sit up and say, “If you play your
Pete looks at my crotch and smiles. “I like the jeans.”
I make a face and say, “Pervert!”
Pete scoops Jase up hugs him and kisses him on the cheek. “Actually
those jeans are kind of a pleasant change from those things
that are two sizes too big that you usually wear.”
“So you want me to wear jeans like these?” He
never said anything like that before.
Pete smiles and gently lowers Jase to the floor and Jase shoots
out the door to pay close attention to what David and Sam are
doing. “Ahhhhh, maybe just at home.”
I’m confused. “So you don’t like em?”
Pete comes over and takes me in his arms. He kisses the side
of my neck and lowers his hands to my butt. He mumbles into
my neck, “They’re a little……..revealing.”
I pull away from his arms and look in the full-length mirror. “Whadya
mean? Well, they are a little tight I guess.” I run my
hands down my thighs. You can’t like see the outline
of my dick or anything but there is an obvious bulge.
I’m not sure what he’s thinking. “Should
I change em?”
He comes up beside me and kisses the side of my head while
his right hand rubs my butt. “No they’re good for
here, great actually, just don’t wear em out, you know,
where other people can see it, I mean them.”
I look up at him. “When are you gonna talk to David………..or
you want me to do it?”
He sticks his tongue in my ear! I asked a serious question
and he does that? It’s like shooting a howitzer at a
railroad car full of dynamite. I ended with weak knees and
“Pete…………oh fuck yeah!”
He pushes me into the bathroom and locks the door, within
sixty seconds my pants and underwear are around my ankles I’m
bent over the bathroom sink and Pete’s cock is deep in
my ass. After another sweaty sixty seconds I’m shooting
in the vanity sink and he’s shooting in my ass.
The only reason that I’m not sliding to the floor is
that I’m holding onto the faucet for dear life and Pete
has collapsed over my back. I lift my head and look at him
in the mirror.
“So you do like the jeans.”
He gasps for air gives me a goofy grin and says, “Ahh……….yeah………I
guess I do.”
One of the advantages of growing up with parents who spend
most nights on the cocktail circuit is that you learn how to
carry on a conversation with people that you hardly know and
Pete is brilliant.
He talks, he charms, he kids, he coaxes, he entrances and
at the end of the meal Sam is talking like we’ve known
him since he was born and David is sitting there staring at
him like a lovesick…………whatever.
Afterwards I’m carrying dishes to the dishwasher and
from the way Sam and David are watching me I wonder if they
know what Pete and I did just before dinner. I can’t
imagine how they’d know and I chalk it up to teenage
insanity. Every once in a while they look at Jase and he rolls
his eyes. It’s like a disease.
Sam falls backwards onto my bed and covers his face with his
hands. “How do you stand it? Geez, there was enough testosterone
drifting around that kitchen to start a fire! Does he always
look like that?”
I sit on the bed next to him and lace my fingers through his. “You
mean the way his face looks or the way he was dressed?”
“I never saw him wear those jeans before or that turtleneck.
But you know he let’s Jase pick out the clothes he wears
when he comes home.”
Sam lifts his head and looks at me. “You’re kidding!
“It’s like a thing they’ve got going. Jase
loves doing it. He must have been mad at Eric cause Eric hates
clothes like that.”
“Fuck if I looked like that I’d sit in front of
a mirror and beat off all day. Did you see the way that Pete
would look at him?” He laughed. “I hate to be the
guy that hits on Eric when Pete’s around.”
I rolled over and laid my head on Sam’s shoulder. “I’d
hate to be the guy that hits on you when I’m around.” I
laughed and so did he. “Okay, so I’d need to get
you to help me beat the guy up.”
Sam pulled my head to his chest and lightly stroked my face
with his thumb and said, “Actually if I looked like that
I’d probably just walk around naked. They’d have
to call the cops to get me to put clothes on.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you walked around naked the
way you look now.”
He lifted his head and glanced at the door. “Any chance
they’ll come in here?”
“Not without knocking. It’s like a law.” Sam
had buried his nose in my hair and was inhaling deeply.
I slid my hand down his chest and onto his stomach and then
very slowly onto his cargo pants covered dick which was sticking
up towards his chest. I wrapped my hand tightly around his
fabric covered cock. He gasped and pushed up into my hand.
My thumb traced the pointed head of it and he began to moan.
“Sam, I know that you must be used to doing a lot more
that this……….you know with your old boyfriend.”
He reached over and touched my face his voice was soft. “There’s
all the time in the world, David. I really want this to be
right for you. I want you to be ready.” He gave me an
odd grin. “Besides, you’re already better than
him, you don’t have to do anything to be better.”
I sit up and swing my leg over his waist and then slowly lower
my butt down on top of his hard cock. “Mind if I play
Sam looks up at me with a look of panic and lust. “Oh,
I smile and say, “What? We’re totally dressed.”
I bend forward and interlace my fingers with his on either
side of his head and then bend further and kiss him. I begin
to slowly thrust my hips forward over his cock which has now
been forced by my weight into the crack of my butt. As my hips
move forward my own cock is rubbing slightly against the fabric
of my boxers.
Sam grunts and then laughs nervously. “Where did you
learn to do this?”
“I dunno. I guess I just dreamed it up.”
Sam is beginning to twitch and he’s getting edgy, I
clench my butt muscles and he groans. I take his hand and put
it over my covered cock and as soon as I feel the heat of his
hand my orgasm begins to build.
I thrust my hips forward faster and clamp down hard on his
cock. My own cock starts to cum and as soon as his hand feels
the wetness his eyes snap open and his own orgasm begins. I’d
give anything to have it happening in me.
The following Monday was the first school day in three weeks
that I didn’t eat lunch with Sam. The swim team was having
some sort of awards thing and they were all taken to a local
restaurant to eat. It seemed like I hadn’t had the opportunity
to talk to Justin in ages.
He took one look at me and gave a disgusted sigh. “He’s
not fucking you yet?”
“Justin, you don’t know that!”
“The hell I don’t! You look like my dog Cleo did
last week when she was in heat. But shit, even she’s
got better luck than you.”
We slid our trays of food trays down onto a table.
“He says that he just wants to be sure that I’m
ready……….you know, emotionally.”
Justin shook his head slowly and said, “What a load
of shit! It’s a fuck it’s not a damn space shot.
Besides I still think that a good fuck is the solution to like
ninety percent of the world’s problems.”
He growled, you know, like a bear and then said, “Okay
we need a plan. First of all you always carry a condom I hope?”
“I got five of em in my pocket right now.”
He grinned at me with a mouth full of food and finally swallowed
and said, “Optimism, that’s a good thing. How big
“I think a little over six feet.”
He sighed. “No dumbass! I mean his dick.”
I put my cupped hand against the tabletop and then moved it
to duplicate that measurement. Justin was looking at me like
I was nuts.
“The best feel I’ve gotten was when he was lying
on a bench. So I guess a little over two hands.”
Justin chugged a carton of milk. “What size condoms
He reached into his pocket and slid me couple of gold foil
packages. They said, “Magnum.”
He shrugged. “Believe me it’ll feel a lot better
for him if it fits right………..you lucky little
I frowned and asked him, “How much you think this is
“Maybe a little the first time or two but then you’ll
be okay. How bad you need it kinda helps determine that and
by the look on your face you’re ready for a twelve incher.”
Justin slid his tray away and put his elbows on the table
and leaned forward. “Okay, pay attention. There’s
certain words and phrases that just seem to be hard wired into
guys heads and you can pretty much count on them getting you
a certain response. Like the word “Need.” A woman
says that to me and as soon as she’s pronounced the first
letter my dick is getting hard and if it’s “Justin
I need you!” my pants and underwear are already on the
floor before the air has stopped vibrating.”
“You could even tell him that if you don’t get
it soon you’re gonna have to buy a cucumber.” He
laughed at his joke but then said seriously, “I’d
go fucking nuts if I thought a vegetable was getting what I
should be getting.”
He studied the ceiling for a moment. “All right, here’s
what you say to him, ya say something like, “Sam, all
I can think about is how much I need you inside of me. Sometimes
I think I’m gonna go crazy if I can’t feel you
taking me.” Taking, that’s another one of those
words. Geez I’m getting a hardon just saying it.”