The Good Doctor 6
“Mom, you’re getting your way but I don’t
want you embarrassing Pete.” I was leaning against the
kitchen counter eating Bruschetta, mom is at the stove working
on sauce Bolognese for pasta. I’ve probably got enough
pasta sauce in my freezer to feed Jase and me for a decade
but it relaxes her.
“Me? Embarrass?” She thinks for a moment as I
crunch through the crusty toasted Italian bread. “You’re
sure that he’s not just………………well
you know what?” She’s waving this huge wooden spoon
at me. “Using you.”
“Mom, first of all, holster that thing! Second of all
nobody’s just “using” anybody.” I start
building a small Bruschetta for Jase but my ineptitude makes
her nuts and she takes the knife away from me and does it herself. “Anyway,
you’re the one that was so hot for this. I thought you’d
be thrilled.” I point at the Bruschetta. “He likes
anchovies on his too.”
She looks at me like I just told her
you gotta put tomato’s
in red sauce. “Of course he does.” Mom brings us
huge tins of anchovies. I could eat em for breakfast and Jase
doesn’t yet know that the rest of the world thinks we’re
I yell for Jase. “Jason! Your Bruschetta is ready!” He
comes tooling into the kitchen and I hand it to him carefully
on a napkin. “Eat it in the family room, Kiddo. Grandma
and I are talking.” He could care fucking less and goes
back to watching the television.
“Well, Mom, the thing is that you can’t just pop
in in the morning.” I’m dead if I try to explain
the cooking breakfast in your underwear tradition. “I
mean guys are showering and shaving and…………..stuff.” No
amateur at this she decides to go on the offense.
“You and him…………you’re
not walking around naked I hope. Not with Jason in the house.” She’s
stirring her sauce her back is to me.
“Mom! Gimme a little credit! You think that I’d
ever do anything to hurt Jase, ever, for any goddamn reason?” My
indignation is real and she knows it.
She turns to me with a look on her face.
sorry she said it but she felt she had to.
She starts to speak. “I didn’t…………….”
“I know, Mom, I know.”
She recovers. “So how does Jason feel about him?” Pete
is no longer Doctor O’Connor and not yet Pete, he’s “him”.
“That’s the weird thing. Jase really seemed to
like Pete from the very beginning. I’ve never seen him
take to anyone like he has to Pete.” I dip a piece of
bread in her sauce and eat it over the sink. She makes noises
like this upsets her but we both know better.
You know Pete was thinking of specializing in pediatrics but
then at the last minute decided on family practice. He’s
like a kid magnet.” This is actually true, kids seem
to know that Pete likes them and they’re always running
to him. Plus there’s the whole doctor thing happening
cause like when he’s talking to Jase he’s always
calm but deliberate and it seems to relax kids. I know that
it does Jase.
She’s waving her spoon at me again. “Eric, for
God’s sake, fix yourself up, you look like a bum!” Well
that’s a little cruel!
I look down at myself. “I usually do wear shoes!” Lie. “I
threw these jeans on just for a second after I got home and
showered.” Lie. “I was gonna wear this tee shirt
one more time before I threw it out.” Lie.
I walked naked into my bathroom and begin to wash cum and
lube off of my hands. Pete comes up behind me and wraps his
arms around my upper arms and chest. His still semi-hard cock
is nestled in the crack of my butt. I want to be with him forever.
I look up at him in the mirror. “Kiss my neck.” He
begins kissing it and lightly biting it. He lifts his cock
up so that it’s sliding in the crack of my butt. I reach
back and take his cock and position it at my butt hole.
Our HIV tests came back with an all clear
which we knew would happen cause were both like practically
virgins, well in some
ways, so we shit-canned the condoms and decided to play with
our semen. We’re both slick with cum and lube.
He exerts enough pressure for the head of his dick to pop
in and I gasp and drop my head for a second my hands braced
on the counter top.
“Oh fuck that feels good!” This is the third time
in the last ninety minutes and the word good doesn’t
describe what I’m feeling. I turn us to the side so that
I can watch us in the mirror while Pete fucks me. I know, kinda
He’s about eight inches taller than me with a more powerful
upper body that tapers down to a small waist, cute butt and
powerful legs. I’ve got more of a swimmer’s build
I guess because I am one. I love the way that you can see his
individual muscles when he tenses.
I look at his cock disappearing into
me and laugh and gasp at the same time. “Oh damn! I love watching you fuck
me!” How the fuck is that thing going into me? Where
is it going, my stomach?
Pete pulls my head back against his shoulder
while he continues to pump slowly into me. “You okay? I don’t
want to hurt you. Let me know if you feel any kind of tearing
After a couple of minutes he runs his
left hand down my chest and stomach and then wraps it around
my cock. After giving
a few long strokes he twists his hand around the head of my
cock and I feel like I’ve been plugged into the national
“Oh fuck I’m cumming! Oh fuck!” My legs
are shaking and if his right hand weren’t around my waist
we’d probably be doing this on the floor.
He gives the head of my dick one more
twist and I start shooting in his hand. After about the fourth
volley he takes his handful
of cum and rubs it all over the front of my body. Suddenly
the room is filled with the intense smell of sex and I can
feel Pete’s body tensing up as he gently pulls his cock
out of my ass. A second later and I can feel the warm spray
of his cum hitting my back while he’s moaning and gasping
We’re in bed and I’m straddling Pete’s waist.
My cock is lying on his stomach but after our earlier sex romp
the chance of a hardon is slim. But it’s okay because
I’m not thinking about sex, I’m thinking about
him. I lean forward and pin his hands back next to his head
and bend my head down to kiss him.
“Do all doctors taste this good?”
He grins at me. “You know you’ve
got like this sicko doctor fantasy thing happening. I hope
that not every doctor is gonna do this for you.”
I nuzzle the underside of his chin. “S’okay, there’s
one in the family now so I don’t have to outsource the
He pulls my head down to the crook of
his neck and I stretch out my legs and lie totally on top
of him our cocks are rubbing
together. “Put your arms around my back and squeeze.” He
does and I moan. Why does that feel so good.
He sounds concerned. “Your back
I nod yes. “Just not used to regular sex……….all
the positions. My body must have gotten used to me leaning
against the headboard and whacking off. All these exotic things
that you’ve taught me are gonna take a while to adjust
to.” I lift my head and bury my tongue in his mouth.
Again! I’m beginning to loose track of which tongue is
Pete’s stroking my back with an occasional detour to
play with my butt. He’s always touching me! It’s
fantastic! I never realized or at least was never able to put
it all together in one piece but I really missed being touched.
Now if I get within three feet of him I wanna walk over and
bury my face in his neck. Maybe it’s more of a doctor
thing, like it’s a way of giving reassurance, like just
before they nail you with that two-foot long needle their always
trying to use on you. Do I really look like a bum? Get outta
my head, Mom!!!!!
I lift myself up and look down at Pete. “Do
I dress like a bum?”
He reaches down with both hands and squeezes
my butt cheeks and then runs his hands up my back. “You look fine to
me.” There’s a definite smile in his voice. “When
you first came to the office you looked great. Almost every
other time I’ve seen you has been here and you’ve
been in jeans. Nothing wrong with that.” I DO look like
“Well most of those times the jeans were just transitional
to nakedness.” I sit up and straddle his body again,
his cock under my butt. “Everybody looks the same naked,
there’s no clothes to judge!”
“Eric, trust me not everyone looks the same naked and
if you keep clenching your butt like that I can’t be
responsible for what happens.” He rubs my thighs from
my knees to my waist. More of that incredible touching!
“Well, tomorrow’s Sunday and we’re hitting
the department stores! God! My mother was right! Again! What
is she……..like some voodoo priestess or something?”
Before I know it Pete has rolled me onto
my back and has thrown his right leg over me, his semi-hard
cock is pressed to my
thigh and his mouth is covering mine. My arms automatically
wrap themselves around his neck as he begins to push my legs
apart and he brings his left leg over my right. Semi-hard has
turned to full mast and I think that he’s found a way
to distract me. I may never walk again!
Pete is sitting at one end of the sofa
and I’m at the
other, we’re both leaning back against the arms of the
sofa and our feet are kinda tangled together. I’m reading
the newspaper and Pete is reading a story to Jase who’s
straddling his lap facing him. The Sunday morning sunshine
is pouring into the room.
Pete points at the page that he’s showing Jason. “Great
looking pony, huh?”
Jase nods vigorously.
Pete continues reading. “The little
pony lives in a beautiful meadow high in the mountains where
the grass is tall
Jase stops him. “What about the
I drop the paper and kick Pete. He glances
up at me and I silently mouth the words. “No fucking bears!” He
glances quickly at me then smiles at Jase and then glances
quickly at me again. One eyebrow rises questioningly.
Again I mouth. “No bears!”
Jase won’t wait. “What about
the bears, Pete?”
“Aaaaaah………..the bears live over here
in the woods,” he points at the picture in the book, “and
they’re very happy.” It’s not my fault that
he can’t read lips. Well, there’s no saving him
Jason states flatly. “Bears eat
Pete lowers the book and puts his hand
gently on Jase’s
shoulder. “No they don’t, Jase. They eat blueberries
and salmon and stuff like that.” He’s so naïve.
“They eat ponies too.” Jase points at the picture. “They
hide in the woods and when the little ponies walk by they run
out and grab em.” Jase is nodding like this was something
that anybody who knew anything understood.
There’s only one way to save Pete and I drop my paper
and then reach forward and start tickling Jase mercilessly.
He screams and tries clawing his way away from me but I drag
him back until he’s lying against me on his back. I stop
tickling him and let him catch his breath. I kiss his neck.
This squirming, panting, giggling little human is my life.
My face is next to Jase’s. “You guys gotta go
to the store with me and help me pick out some clothes.” While
Jase is dealing with me I slide my foot down and just lightly
rub Pete’s crotch. He kinda jumps and I smile.
“Why, Dad? You got clothes.”
I sigh. “I need some new ones,
Jase. I keep forgetting to get clothes.”
Jase twists his head around and looks
up at me. “Doesn’t
Grandma buy your clothes? She buys clothes for me.” So
that’s where they come from.
“No she doesn’t, Kiddo. I’m sure that she’d
like to but a guy has gotta draw the line somewhere.”
The salesman walks up to us and tells
us that his name is James and he wants to know if there’s
anything that he can do for us.
“I need clothes, pants and shirts
“Sir, do you need dress clothes
or casual clothes?”
Pete jumps in. “He needs like chino’s and sport
shirts and sweaters. That kinda stuff.” He glances quickly
“You do have stuff for the office? I’ve
seen you in a suit.”
I smile at him. “Yeah, I’ve got bum and I’ve
got well dressed. It’s the in-between that’s a
Pete makes a face and tilts his head. “You don’t
look like a bum!”
Jase chimes in. “Grandma says he does. She says it all
the time.” God, that woman!
James has a tape measure in his hand
and a gleam in his eye. “Sir,
do you know your sizes?”
“Aaaaaah, like maybe a thirty inch waist.” I get
an idea. “Pete, what’s it say on the back of my
Pete grabs the back of my pants and looks. “Twenty-nine……but
they’re a little loose.” There was a little wedgie
James decides that neither one of us
can be trusted and throws the tape around my waist. “More like twenty-eight.” He
bends down and holds one end of the tape on the inside of my
shoe and runs the other end up the inside of my leg. James
hand brushes hard agains my cock. “Oh!” Pete gives
me a dirty smirky look. Okay, James accidentally brushing against
my cock has made me think about fucking but (a.) James doesn’t
know that and (b.) Pete is the only one who gets to do that.
I turn to James and also glance at Pete. “Okay,
Pete turns to James. “Chino’s, they can be Docker’s
or Polo or anything. Let’s do cream, light tan, tan,
brown, navy and black and a half-dozen shirts that’ll
work with all of em, or as close to that as you can get. Also
maybe three light sweaters that’ll work with most of
em and maybe a neutral light jacket.” I love this! It’s
like having mom without all the crap.
I was all set to whip out my Visa card
but then we found out that everything needed some kind of
alteration, well the pants
anyway and it took like forever and it’s not like it
got outta hand or anything but James definitely has wandering
Anyway, by the time we’re done Pete is slouched zoned
out in a chair with Jase sleeping on his lap. Actually they
look really cute together and I wonder for like the millionth
time if Jase has any understanding of my relationship with
Pete. What would he say if I told him that I was in love with
Pete? “Gee, Dad, that’s great! Can I have more
toast?” or “Huh?” Probably the latter. He
knows that I like Pete and he certainly likes Pete but I’m
not at all sure that he’d understand, or care, not yet