The Good Doctor 46
“Why did I let you talk me into this? I musta been outta
my fucking mind!”
“I think it looks hot!” I can talk him into anything.
“Wouldn’ta looked so hot if we had gotten killed
“People always glare at other people in that part of
town, means nothing.”
“What if somebody I work with sees this thing?”
I squeezed and lifted my crotch and Pete’s eyes flashed
in that direction for a split second. “First of all how
are they gonna see it and second of all why would they give
“Golf, tennis, locker rooms, showers, that’s how!”
“I still think it looks hot. When that puppy is all
healed it’s gonna be so fucking cool! Makes me hard just
thinking about it!” And boy does it ever!
“My mother’s gonna kill me and my dad is gonna
think that I’ve lost it completely. And them knowing
that it makes you hard isn’t gonna improve things.”
“Don’t tell em.” It’s just like a
twisted chain design way up on his upper arm, it’s not
like they did Mount Rushmore on his back or hot over one nipple
and cold over the other.
“If this is so damn wonderful how come you didn’t
“Me? Well the whole damn needle thing kinda creeps me
out and then there’s my mother and believe me she could
smell a tattoo on me from a thousand yards.”
He gave me an exasperated look and his voice got louder and
went up an octave. “And she can’t on me?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, she’ll spot that in a flash but
she won’t say anything to you. Besides she’ll just
figure I talked you into it. You may actually get sympathy
outta this if you play your cards right.”
Pete made a hard right into a small shopping center. I asked, “Where
He frowned and grinned at the same time. “You’re
gonna share the pain……..and believe me there is
He parked in front of a Kohl’s department store and
hustled me inside.
“Pete, that arm is attached!” His legs are a lot
longer than mine.
“It’ll be okay, I’m a doctor!” Then
he went into a whole mumbling thing about how could a doctor
be so god damn fucking stupid.
The dragging stopped at the jeans department where a stunned
looking young guy was whipping his head back and forth like
he was watching a tennis match. Finally he seemed to swallow
hard and said, “Whadya want?” He sounded suspicious
like we were trying to trap him or something but somehow I
got the feeling that he was always like that.
Pete said, “Jeans.” He looked at me. “What’s
“Ahhhh, it seems to change.” He’s not gonna
be happy till he’s got me looking like I should be strutting
down a runway in Milan or some fucking place.
“Eric your size never changes!”
“I’m not sure, thirty maybe thirty-two waist.”
Pete said, “There’s no way that you’re a
He turned to the clerk who was twisting a pencil in his white
knuckled fingers. “Gimme a tape!”
The clerk snapped the pencil in two and quickly said, “I’ll
“No you won’t! I’ll do it.”
The clerk, Roger by his nametag, seemed to tighten his grip
on his measuring tape. “This needs to be done by a professional!”
Pete, still gripping my upper arm, said, “I am a professional!”
The clerk blinked, swallowed and said, “A professional
Pete hesitated at playing the MD card. I mean what could he
say, “I’m his doctor I’ll measure him.” Besides,
Roger was becoming more territorial by the moment and grabbed
my other arm saying, “Right this way, Sir.”
Pete maintained his grip on my other arm and said, “Where
are we going?”
“The changing room.”
Pete stopped, I stopped and finally Roger stopped. Pete said, “Why
the changing room? You can’t measure him out here?”
Roger wiped the sweat off his upper lip and said, “No!
Jeans gotta have more measurements than other pants. It’d
be too ahh well public out here. Out here is fine for regular
stuff but we always measure for jeans in the fitting room.”
Pete gave him a hard disbelieving stare. “I’ve
never heard of that!”
Roger gave a nervous smile. “That’s why I’m
the professional.” We were edging closer to the changing
It’s a weird thing with doctors, lawyers and accountants
but they’ve got what almost seems like a genetic predisposition
to defer to another professional even if they’re pretty
sure that he doesn’t have a fucking clue.
Pete said firmly, “I’m going in with you!”
Roger countered with, “I’m sorry mister but it’s
store policy that only one customer at a time is allowed in
a fitting room.”
At the fitting room door Roger signaled me to go first and
I called back over my shoulder, “Is it like a big deal
if I don’t have any underwear on?”
There was a loud crash that seemed to shake the wall and I
turned in time to see Roger falling backwards with blood pouring
from his nose as he slumped to the floor with Pete’s
arms breaking his fall. Pete is great in an emergency and flipped
at the speed of light into doctor mode and took over until
the store manager showed up and hauled Roger off to places
unknown with his head tilted back and Pete’s bloody handkerchief
pressed to his face.
In the meanwhile I was picking out jeans. Especially because
of the whole tattoo thing I had accepted the idea that I was
gonna have to get a few pair of jeans that would make Pete
and apparently everyone else on the planet happy.
Pete kissed me in the fitting room while his hands roamed
my faded Levi’s 501 clad ass so I figured everything
was gonna be okay. Well, okay except for my mother but then
that was a given.
We walked from the garage into the kitchen just as my mother
was getting ready to leave. She wrapped a scarf around her
neck and then looked up at us and said, “I gotta go
fix dinner for your father.” She pointed at the stove. “There’s
lasagna in the oven.”
Pete was edging his way towards the family room and made the
mistake of thinking that if he kissed my mom goodbye quickly
that it would make a difference and she would leave sooner.
She smiled and said, “I smell antiseptic.” She
pulled on her jacket. “Oh I smell a lot of antiseptic.
Did you hurt yourself, Eric?” She walked over and sniffed
the air right in front of me and then shook her head.
She said, “Pete?”
He’s really terrible at this but in his defense he’s
never had to get good at it. He grew up in a normal household.
He’s actually starting to blush.
She walks over to him and sniffs. She looks up at his face
and then turns to me.
“Eric, what did you do?”
“Bought some jeans. Where are the kids, Mom?” It’s
not like I don’t know how this is gonna work out but
it’s always worth a shot.
I can feel my whole body slump. “Pete and I had to go
to Hartford so he could get some files and stuff and I bought
some jeans.” I sighed. “Aaaaand I talked Pete into
getting a little tattoo. It’s tiny, nothing really.”
“Oh my God!” With my mom we’d have been
better off telling her we spent the day biting the heads off
of chickens. Getting a tattoo is the first step on the slippery
slope to hell.
Okay, so it was thirty minutes of verbal abuse but now she
was really gone and I followed what appeared to be a sulking
Pete into the bedroom.
He was hanging up his suit coat and I came up behind him and
wrapped my arms around his waist. “You still pissed at
He turned in my arms and pushed me backwards onto the bed
and then climbed on top of me and kissed me. “For one
thing I’m thinking that I probably overreacted and for
another it was my decision.” He grinned at me. “That
His brilliant blue eyes were staring down into mine. “No………..not
from you.” I pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran
my hands up his chest. “So you gonna let me see it?”
He started unbuttoning his shirt from the top and I started
from the bottom. He pealed it off threw it at the hamper and
then pulled off his tee shirt being careful when it came off
of his right arm. Geez he’s got a beautiful chest!
I looked up into his eyes. “After dinner we gotta talk
to David.” Of course we never got a chance to do that
cause Sam picked him up.
Are you guys gonna be okay?” Sam’s dad was really
just an older version of Sam, well heavier too but really just
as nice as Sam. His mom was very pretty and kind of elegant.
They were both dressed up because it was their anniversary
and they were going out.
“Dad, we’re gonna be fine. I gotta take David
home about quarter to ten will you guys be home by then?”
“Probably not. We won’t get outta the play until
nine or so and then we’re going to the restaurant. I’d
say eleven at the earliest but probably more like twelve.”
Sam put his arm around his dad and then kissed his cheek. “Enjoy
your anniversary, we’ll be fine.” I don’t
think that I ever saw a guy kiss his dad before, well except
Sam sat me down in the family room with a coke and then walked
with his parents to their car. I was scared. Well, scared and
excited. This was gonna be the first time that we’ve
really been alone and with enough time to do anything and now
that anything could happen I wasn’t totally sure about
what I wanted to have happen.
Sam came back from saying goodbye to his parents and stopped
at the door of the family room looked at me and smiled. He
walked over to the couch and took the coke out of my hands
and set it on the coffee table and then, laughing, pushed me
backwards until I was lying lengthwise. He straddled my body
and then lowered himself gently being careful to keep most
of his weight supported by his elbows and knees.
His lips parted slightly and then he didn’t say anything
but took a deep breath and smiled at me. The fingers of his
right hand were running through my hair and he bent to kiss
the side of my neck. I groaned as the electricity of that kiss
rippled through my body and I held onto Sam’s shoulders
for dear life. His right knee went between mine followed by
his left and then our cocks were pressed together but still
separated by our clothes. Sam wrapped his arms around my head
cradling it while his tongue brushed my lips. I opened my mouth
and sucked it in delirious with the idea of having part of
him inside of me.
After a few minutes he pulled his mouth from mine and dropped
his forehead to the sofa next to my head. He groaned and then
mumbled into the fabric, “Okay…………..let’s
decide how far you don’t wanna go tonight.” He
lifted his head and stared into my eyes. “Let’s
decide now while were still thinking with our brains.”
I lifted my head and kissed him because I knew how hard this
was for him, hard to hold back. “At some point I really
need you to fuck me.” I held his face and stared hard
into his eyes. “I really really need that but I think
tonight might be too soon.”
“No problem,” He sighed, “it’s off
the table………..for now.”
I kissed him again and said quietly, “It won’t
be off the table for long because I like think about it all
He grinned at me and thrust his hips forward. “Me too…….but
like I told you before, this is gonna be at your pace.”
I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. It seemed
like the natural thing to do but it caused Sam to moan and
drop his head to my forehead. He mumbled, “You’re
“What’d I do?” I really didn’t know.
He stuck his tongue in my ear and then said, “That’s
a position that you fuck in.” He licked my neck. “It
feels like my cock should be in you when your legs are wrapped
around me like that.”
I laughed. “I’ll have to remember that.” I
could feel deep in my guts that I needed what he said to happen
and soon. Something inside of me wanted to scream for him to
“Okay, let’s put that aside. What do you want
to happen tonight?”
I said, “I definitely want to see you naked, no clothes
of any kind.”
He grinned broadly and said, “Can do that.”
“And I wanna put your cock in my mouth.”
Sam lowered his head and kissed my neck again, sucked on my
earlobe and said, “Not a problem.” I was beginning
to squirm from the work his mouth was doing on my ear.
“I dunno, mostly touching you and stuff.”
Sam lifted himself off of me and stood up with a huge hardon
tenting his pants and a spreading wet spot.
He took my hand and pulled me up too and basically hardon
wise I was in the same position that he was although mine wasn’t
He kept hold of my hand and said, “Let’s go to
my room. There’s no way that they’re commin home
early but just in case.”
Sam’s room reminded me of him. On one end there was
a big bed and straight in front of you as you walked in was
a desk against the wall with a computer, off to the right was
a closet and a television. The walls were covered with swimming
and baseball posters.
He pulled me in and closed and locked the door and then immediately
began taking off his clothes. I guess that I was mesmerized
because I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what he was
He heeled and toed his shoes off and then lifted one leg and
pulled off one sock and then the other. He smiled at me and
pulled off his tee shirt and sweatshirt at the same time. His
chest was totally hairless and the muscles at the top of his
chest where his nipples were were really big and then the muscles
of his stomach below that were hard and separated by individual
muscles in rows.
He said something to me and I must not have gotten it because
he laughed and then said it again. “You gonna join me?”
I swallowed and stepped over to him almost in a trance. “Can
I touch your chest?”
He opened his belt and popped the top button on his pants,
then he gently took my hand and still holding it pressed it
to his chest and began to slowly move it around.
The muscles felt like they were covered with the softest skin
in the world but underneath that there was rock. He ran my
hand over his nipples that were like little sharp peaks and
down slowly over his stomach and then pressed it down further
underneath the waistband of his briefs and into his pubic hair.
He said, “Push my pants down.” I didn’t
know if he meant his briefs too but I figured maybe he didn’t
and I just pulled his jeans down and that left a pair of boxer
briefs with a hardon pressing them out towards me.
His voice sounded hoarse. “My briefs too.”
I started to pull them down but they got caught on his hardon
and I had to pull the waistband way out to clear it. I pulled
them down to his feet with his jeans and his cock pointed up
at a forty-five degree angle with a drop of precum hanging
for a moment at the tip before it began to drip slowly downward.
I don’t know why I did it, it wasn’t like I even
had to think about doing it but I leaned forward and caught
that drop of precum with my tongue and then licked the rest
off of the end of his cock.
He just said, “Oh fuck,” and then put his hand
on the side of my face and slowly pressed the head of his cock
into my mouth. I sucked on the head like it was the most normal
thing in the world for me even though I had never done it before.
I didn’t try to take more of it than the first couple
of inches but I had this need to get any more of that precum
that there might be and I could taste it on my tongue and as
it slid down my throat. Then for a reason that I didn’t
understand at all I pulled my mouth off of his cock and moved
the head that was still oozing precum all over my mouth and
When I looked up at him he was staring down at me with a look
of almost panic and then finally, gasping, he said, “Okay,
okay, we gotta slow down a little or this isn’t gonna
last long.” He lifted me up and kissed me slowly and
then said, “Did you ever do that before?”
I shook my head no. “I just………..it
seemed like what you should do. Did I do it wrong?”
He shook his head. “No. You did it perfectly but ya
know I’m beginning to feel a little………..weird…..standing
here naked while you’ve got all of your clothes on.”
He was tugging my shirt out of my pants and then I lifted
my arms while he pulled it off over my head. Suddenly I felt
all…………well naked but Sam seemed to
see that and grabbed a shirt off of the back of a chair and
draped it over my shoulders. He opened my belt and then knelt
down in front of me and slowly pulled my pants and underwear
down. He had to pull the waistband away like I did because
my cock was sticking straight up towards the ceiling. He just
looked at my cock and then looked up and me and smiled. Then
he reached forward and gently wrapped his warm hand around
my balls and then took the head of my cock into his mouth.
The shock was total and I gasped, “Oh fuck!” and
collapsed onto his shoulders. He kept sucking and I felt like
I was being turned inside out.
I pushed him over backwards and he fell slowly bracing himself
with his arms and never letting my cock out of his mouth. When
he was flat on the floor I turned and took his cock back into
my mouth and sucked on it hard. I knew that one of us was whimpering
and I was pretty sure that it was me.’
In a moment he was pushing his hips into the air and then
shot after shot of his hot cum filled my mouth.