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From
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He was
practically yelling and there was a hard edge to his voice. “Sometimes you make me so fucking mad that I
just wanna slap the shit outta
you! Will you just fucking quit it? You’re the best
fucking father that I know and I see one hell of a lot more of them than you
do! Jase was
NEVER in danger today and by the way thanks for your confidence in me!” He took a deep breath. “Or when you say that Jase
has two dads…is that just bullshit?
Cause if it’s not bullshit then you gotta let
me carry part of the load! I knew that
he was safe! He was with his fucking
grandparents for chrisake! And before you fucking say it that’s how they
think of him cause I told them that I think of him as
my son and if they wanted to be grandparents this was there only shot!”
He shook
his head, I could feel his tears landing on my chest, and I realized what an
asshole I had been.
“Pete.”
His
voice was shaking. “Eric, you know how
fucking much you scared me today?”
“I
scared you?”
“I
fucked up and should have told you that I knew where they were…and I got
carried away…with you. Then I was so
afraid that you were gonna leave me because…I don’t
know…just because.”
All that
I could think of was that Pete doesn’t cry. I lightly put my hands on his arms and I
could feel his muscles bulging with tension and then I moved them to the back
of his head and pulled it down to my chest as the tension in his body slowly
ebbed away and his body stretched out and covered mine while his face was
pressed into my neck.
I
whispered. “I’ll never leave you and
I’ll never let you go.”
The Good Doctor
By Terry Audette
Chapter 36
Pete and
I never fight; we’ve never even exchanged a harsh word
until last night and even that wasn’t much of one, after all it takes two to
fight. The thing is that he was right
and I was determined to make everything okay.
He was
up before me and already taking a shower. I stumbled into the bright white of the
bathroom slid the shower door open and stepped in. He was bent forward with one leg lifted up
washing it and looked up at me with those brilliant blue eyes and then dropped
his gaze like he was a little embarrassed.
His
voice was soft and his eyes, when they returned to mine, were cautious. “You okay?”
The
water cascading over him had turned his blond hair to dark bronze and ran in
sheets off of his body. The powerful muscles in his shoulders and
neck looked knotted. I put my hands
under his jaw and slowly lifted his face to mine and kissed him. As he stood his arms
slowly came up around me as his tongue pushed into my mouth. When we finally broke the kiss
I said, “Better than okay…and you were right about what you said last
night. It’s gonna
be different now.”
He
pulled his head back and frowned at me.
“You’re sure that’s how you feel?
You’re not just doing it to shut me up.”
“I’ve
never been surer of anything.” I really
wanted him now. It’s
odd but the only thing leftover from yesterday was the memory of the sex we
had. I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me
hard right here on the floor of the shower but Jase
has this habit of wandering in to watch us shave so I had to cool it. He saw guys
showering together all the time at the gym and so it never seemed to bother him
that Pete and I did but neither of us wanted to push that.
He
smiled at me and kissed me back lightly at first, his hands resting on my waist
the water pouring down over us. And then things just seemed to intensify but then kisses
have a way of doing that. For my part I wanted him more than I ever had and wanted to shove
my tongue about a foot down his throat and he was matching me passion for
passion. Then he was pressing me against
the wall as his tongue burrowed into my mouth and his strong hands held me to
the white tile wall.
I knew
that we had to break this up before we got into trouble and I tried turning my
head away from those hot greedy lips but he wouldn’t
let me. I the thing is
that he had the strength to pretty much do what he wanted.
“Pete. Unngh…Peeeeete…we gotta get ready!” He shook his head no and kept me pinned to
the wall our two erections smashed together between us. “Babe we gotta!”
“Will
you have lunch with me today?” Okay at
least I could catch my breath.
I gasped
out. “Babe, we’ve got inventory!”
He
grinned. “Not the right
answer!” And he began grinding his cock against
mine while he took possession of my mouth again.
“Okay,
I’ll try…I’ll try.” I was already trying
to think of some place we could go after lunch for a quick fuck.
His
hands gently held my face and he lightly bit my chin. “Eric, I’m not waiting until tonight to see
you! Fuck inventory! I’m picking you up at
We both
knew that Jase would be waiting for our morning
“breakfast in your underwear” ritual and we finished up as quickly as possible
both of us aware of the fact that if we didn’t keep a few feet distance between
us we’d end up on the floor fucking.
In the
kitchen Jase was at his usual post by the toaster
wearing bright red little boy boxers.
Pete was at the stove working on eggs wearing white boxer briefs that
had my tongue hanging out. Me? Blue boxers. The trouble with boxers and the trouble that
I was having is that they don’t do anything but
aggravate an erection. And I’m generally
willing to sit down and answer any questions that Jase
comes up with but at the moment I wanted to avoid the “Daddy, what’s that big
thing?” question. Okay, so it’s not all that big but when you’re a little kid…well you
get the idea. So I did the safe thing
and sat down at the table and watched as Pete finished up the
eggs and brought them over and Jase did the same with
the toast.
The
white fabric of Pete’s boxer briefs was bulging and his cock was
clearly outlined. I looked up into his blue eyes and they stared back at
me with smoldering lust that left me leaking precum
into the afore mentioned boxers. It was almost like there was this weird mind
meld thing happening cause I was pretty sure that I could read, “I’m gonna fuck you!” written across his forehead and it
reminded me that I could still feel the slightly sore warmth generated by
yesterdays double fuck.
I looked
down at my food and desperately said, “Come on, Jase,
eat up.”
Jase
who was already shoveling it in looked at me like I
was nuts. “I am eating, Dad.”
“Oh…yeah
and you’re doing a great job. You’re a
good boy.”
He
smiled at me swallowed and said, “That’s what grandma says.”
Gee, I
forgot about her.
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Pete and
I were supposed to have lunch at this lace-curtain kinda place that I’d never normally go to on a bet. He was late so I kept sipping on water with a
lemon wedge in it and looking nervously at the door. Finally, I got bored and reread the menu and
then suddenly he appeared and slid into the booth looking nervous.
I looked
at him and smiled. “You okay?”
“You’re gonna be mad.”
“You hit
my car when you pulled into the parking lot?”
“No, not that.”
“Jase is okay?”
“Yeah sure.”
I
shrugged. “Then I’m good. Whadya do?”
“Bought you a tuxedo.”
“Why? What the hell would I do with one of…oh shit…tell
me.”
Pete
reached over and took my hand. “Eric,
it’s only one dinner, an hour, have a Martini eat a steak and it’s over.”
“Where?”
“
“Why?”
“Eric,
my friends, my colleagues, all know that I’m gay, that’s not a problem. The problem is that they’ve
always tried to fix me up. You’d be
surprised how many gay doctors there are.”
This had my attention.
“Tell em you’re married!” We definitely didn’t
need Pete meeting any handsome young doctors.
He looked
at me sadly with those big blue pleading eyes.
“The hotel is great and there’s a huge fantastic outside pool with a bar
and restaurant. You could lay there read
a book and get plastered.”
“I would
rather ride your fucking horse!”
He
smiled. “Is that a euphemism?”
I smiled
and sighed. “Okay…I guess that I owe ya
since you tolerated my little freak out.
And you are good sex. I am gonna get sex
aren’t I?”
“You
bet!”
“And Jase?”
“I
already talked to your mom.”
“Well I
guess that I’m fucked then.”
He
smiled. “I promise you will be.”
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This was
Saturday morning. We had gotten in the
night before and true to his word Pete fucked me silly and woke me this morning
kneeling between my legs with his cock pointing at the ceiling.
I was
still half-asleep but I lifted my head and stared at his dick. “Well, you’re a man of your word.”
He
grinned at me, then reached forward, and slowly inserted his lube-covered
finger into my ass. “Does it hurt? You’re kinda swollen.” The truth was that it didn’t
hurt, actually just the opposite. There’s something about the morning after a night of
incredibly hot sex that just makes me want it more. Maybe it really is the swelling or the
irritation that’s been visited on my battered prostate
but one fuck definitely leads to another.
I pushed
my ass towards him forcing his finger to move more deeply into me. This was probably the moment that the moaning
began too, at this point my back seemed to be arching
all on its own as my head was pushing itself back into the pillow.
Pete
placed the head of his cock right on target and then leaned over me began
kissing me softly. His voice had a smile
in it. “I’m taking that moaning as a
yes.”
I
wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, locked my ankles together, and looked
up into his eyes. I saw what’s always there when we’re doing this, love, concern,
lust and just a hint of domination. He
knew that I needed this, needed him and it turned him on knowing that he had
control. Course he wouldn’t
have been much of a doctor if he didn’t like being in charge. Me…I just wanted to be bred
by the man who loved me and who I loved.
His
upper body didn’t seem to move at all but his hips
pivoted slowly forward and the big dick began its trip to my guts. It felt like a too small condom was being
forced over a too large cock, it was wonderful, the feeling of being taken,
being possessed. Of course the only
thing that makes that possible, that gives me the freedom to feel that way is
the trust that I have in this stud, that and the whole love thing. Pete would never hurt me, that’s
something that I’m sure of and that lets me play with this whole being taken
idea.
His hips
continued their slowly pivoting forward and back movement as that huge cock
began slowly plowing into me while it rearranging my insides and then trying to
slowly suck them out of me and at the end of each trip the satisfying slap of
those big hairy balls against my ass. And with each trip the tempo slowly increased. I tried to grab my cock but he took my hands
and held them above my head as the moans turned to whimpers and my body was
beginning to shake.
He
dropped his head next to mine and almost shouted in my ear. “You’re fucking mine, Eric! Your ass is mine and I dumpin
another load of cum in it!” He started
to grunt and yelled, “Right fucking now!”
And I could feel his cock unloading in my ass
and my own cock shoot between us.
Damn! I love it when he’s like this!
Pete
leaned over the bed and kissed me, his voice was soft and his blue eyes filled
with love. “So what are you gonna do till this evening?” His hand held my face gently.
I
mumbled. “The pool. I’m not fucking shopping and that pretty much
leaves the pool.”
“So you
did bring a suit.”
I nodded
yes barely opening my eyes. “The one I
use at the gym.”
“We get
a break around
I
partially opened my eyes, smiled at him, and pulled his head down. “Okay. Mmmmm. More kisses.”
The
whole pool complex was fantastic. It was
behind the hotel and had a beautiful freestanding restaurant with a covered
patio dining area. Between the
restaurant and the enormous hotel was a huge pool with several smaller pools
connected to it for kids or people who just didn’t
want serious swimming.
I laid
on a lounge out next to the pool and soaked up some sun. I was pretty much surrounded by what I took
to be doctor’s wife’s and wondered casually if they were feeling as well fucked
as I was, I had a feeling by the looks on their faces that they weren’t.
Then I
felt a presence next to me and opened my eyes.
A young waiter was staring at me as he hunkered down next to the chaise
lounge. His name tag
said, “Jimmy”.
I smiled
at him and said, “Hi Jimmy. Whassup?”
He gave
me kind of a lopsided grin and said, “Hi Mr. Cortland. I…I was just watching you and well…you looked
so…hot I mean, you know, warm. I was
just wondering if you wanted something cool to drink.”
This
place has got the best damn service! “Thanks,
Jimmy.” I rolled over onto my stomach,
lifted my hips to let my cock settle and the settled slowly into the chaise
lounge. I glanced sideways at Jimmy. “I think I’m okay. I’m just gonna get
a little sun on this side.”
Suddenly
Jimmy said, “Oh God! Mr. Cortland, there’ s something I gotta take care of I’ll see ya in a
little bit…okay?”
I waved
my hand. “Sure, Jimmy. See ya later.”
At about
11:30 I decided if I was gonna get some swimming in I
better do it and I walked over dove into the pool.
At about
twelve-thirty when I saw Pete walking down the stairs from the hotel in his
dark blue suit looking handsomer then anyone has a right to I
started walking up the steps out of the pool.
Fuck was I glad to see him! How
much sun bathing can a sane person do?
About
when I was half way outta the pool
Pete stopped with a shocked look on his face and trotted over to the pool.
He
hissed at me. “Eric, what the fuck are
you doing?”
His tone
confused me. “I saw you. I was coming to meet you. What’s the attitude about?”
He
sighed and glanced over towards the lifeguard who was staring at us. “People are fucking looking!”
“That son-of-a-bitch! Said he was gonna show me a good way to
swim! He fucking pinched me! I told to him get his fucking hands off of me or he was goin to the
hospital. Look!” I twist my body around and
pulled up the edge of the suit.
“I think the bastard left a mark!”
“Eric! Don’t turn like that!”
“Like
what? What the fuck are you talking
about? He fucking bruised me!”
“Don’t
turn like that! Eric, that’s
obscene! That suit…and especially you in
it…it’s obscene!”
“My
mother bought me this suit! It’s just a Speedo!
Everybody wears em!”
“You’re
mother’s insane!”
“Where
did you hear that first? I’ve been fucking telling you that for a year! It’s just sinking in
now? Besides, this is the suit that I
wear at the gym.”
Pete
looked at me incredulously. “You wear
that?”
“It’s
the only one I’ve got!”
“I’m
surprised nobody’s followed you home!
That suit has got to go!”
I said
suspiciously. “Does this mean that I
don’t get lunch?”
Pete
dropped his head took a deep breath and laughed. Thank god that whole
bitchy thing was over! “Yes, Eric, you
get lunch. Ahhhh
but wait a second. Don’t
get outta the water.
He ran over and stole a towel from a woman who was now screaming at
him. Fucking great!
He
tossed me the towel. “Wrap that around
you.” He grinned lopsidedly. “I don’t want you catching cold.” Well this whole, “I don’t want anyone looking
at my boyfriend,” thing was interesting.
I
wrapped the towel around my waist and tucked the end into my swimsuit. Pete looked at me and groaned. “It’s almost worse. Come one, Babe, let’s
see if we can get a tail…I mean a table.”
He
raised his hand and signaled for a waiter who practically ran over to us. Pete said, “Table for two on the patio.”
The
waiter looked at me and smiled. “No problemo!” He seemed
like a nice kid.
Pete
suddenly barked. “Just get the damn
table!”
The
waiter jumped and held up both hands.
“Okay, okay.” He smiled at
me. Probably a kid working
his way through college.
We
finally got seated at a table and things quieted down
although we seemed to be getting really good service.
I looked
at Pete and smiled. “So can I have a beer
or are you gonna kill the waiter that brings it?”
He had
his thumbnail jammed between two teeth. “That bad, huh?”
“Pete, I
get this feeling that I should be feeling guilty about something but I’m not
really sure about what.”
He put
his elbows on the table and sighed. “You
shouldn’t be feeling guilty about anything, Eric. It’s just that…”
I smiled
and interrupted him. “It’s just that you
want them to know that I’m yours?” I was
beginning to figure this out.
He gave
me a goofy grin. “Something like that.”
I smiled
at him. “If anything I’m the one who
should be worried…but if it bothers you…”
I
slipped the knot on the towel and let it fall from my waist. “It’s easy to fix, Doctor.” I got up and walked slowly around the table
never breaking contact with Pete’s eyes and then slowly straddled his lap and
kissed him hard running my fingers through his hair. I heard a plate drop somewhere but never
stopped the kiss forcing my tongue into his mouth and letting the warmth of him
make me hard while I slowly thrust my hips forward. I reluctantly pulled my lips from his, stood up,
walked back to my chair, and sat down.
“If they don’t fucking know now they never will.”
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The
lighting in the restaurant was dim but augmented by the candles on the tables
that, somehow, in my mind gave this a kinda
campfire feel. Go figure. Everyone looked…well elegant and somehow out
of place.
Pete
started with the couple to his left.
“Eric, this is Dorothy and Jim Thornton, Charlene and Bill Dobson and to
your right Patti and Nate Sherman. Folks this is my partner, Eric Cortland.”
I waved
a little hi to everyone, mumbled a “Nice to meet you all,” and sat down.
Jim
Thornton looked like an arrogant jerk but I decided to keep that to myself even
if he insisted on showing it. “Now all
we have to do is get the attention of one of these damn waiters!” He twisted in his chair snapping his fingers
at a guy carrying a tray full of dinners who looked at
him like he was nuts.
A waiter
glided up next to me and asked, “Mr. Cortland can I get something for you and
your party?” The finger snapper slumped
back into his chair and glared at me and then Pete kicked me! What the hell is
that about?
I winced
and said, “Hi Jimmy. Workin
a split shift?”
He
smiled at me and kinda
ducked his head. “Yes sir, the hotel’s
pretty packed.”
I nodded
to my right and said, “Why don’tcha take these folks
orders and bring me a double Martini.”
“You got
it, Mr. Cortland.” He looked at Patti
Sherman and said, “And for you ma’am?”
Patti
Sherman was a really pretty red haired lady who hadn’t
taken her eyes off of Pete since we sat down and she still didn’t. What she did do was say, “Ma’am will have a
double VO on the rocks.” Jimmy was apparently
no stranger to bitches and just kept going around the table.
I was
going to start talking to Pete but he was talking about colonoscopies to the
finger snapper who looked, in my opinion, like he
needed one. So
in desperation I turned to the bitchy red head.
Her face turned slowly to mine and then she smiled and leaned over so
that she was whispering in my ear and said, “Eat shit and die asshole!”
I knew
that this was gonna
happen! When we were eating lunch in
that fucking lace-curtain restaurant I knew that this evening was gonna be like this. And I knew exactly
what this witch was all about, the only question was how much of a disturbance
I wanted to make.
Suddenly
Jimmy was there passing out our drinks.
I took a sip of mine, smiled at everyone, leaned over, and whispered in
Patti’s ear. “He’s got nine inches and
you’re never getting your fucking hands on it.”
Across
the table, Charlene called to us in a coquettish voice. “Now what are you two whispering about?” Pete turned for a minute, smiled at us, and
then went back to the finger snapper.
Patti
smiled brightly at Charlene and said in a breathless little girl voice, “We’re
talking about boys.” Everyone chuckled
indulgently.
Jimmy
came by and asked us if we wanted to order another drink or if we were ready
for our soup. I said, “Soup!” Everyone else said another drink. Jimmy whispered that he’d
bring the soup.
Pete sat
up and started talking to Charlene and Bill but at the same time, he dropped
his right hand down along the side of his chair and squeezed mine. I thought that we were being subtle but apparently,
everyone else saw it and we got an almost universal “Awwwwwww!”
Patti
decided to make a more private comment, turned her head to my ear again, and
said, “I could take these fucking fingernails and gouge out your eyeballs!”
I smiled
and winked at Charlene who went into a fit of giggles before I turned and
whispered in Patti’s ear, “Try that, Sweetheart and I will punch you in the
face so fucking hard you’ll slide all the way to the bar!”
Jimmy
started giving everyone their soup just as Patti was
forming her hand into a claw and getting ready to strike. Suddenly Jimmy moved awkwardly to his side,
tipped Pattie’s screaming hot soup into her lap, and stepped on her foot at the
same time.
She
shrieked and jump up trying to hold her dress away from her body while Jimmy
was trying to wipe the mess off of her as she screamed
curses at him. And then Nate was on his feet trying to comfort the bitch but she
totally ignored the poor slob and turning to me she grabbed her drink and threw
it in my face and screamed, “Prick!!! You lousy fucking prick!!!”
I jumped
to my feet spun Jimmy away from the table and yelled back at them, “I’m dealing
with this guy!”
Once we
got on the other side of a pillar and outta sight of
the table I slipped Jimmy a fifty and my business
card. “Thanks, Jimmy but your boss is gonna go apeshit. You tell the fucker to call me at this number
and I’ll explain that it wasn’t your fault.”
Jimmy
looked relieved and then looked deep into my eyes and said, “Is there like any
fucking way that…?”
I slowly
shook my head and squeezed the back of his neck. “Sorry, Kiddo but I’m like sooooo fucking in love with the blond dude.”
He
sighed and turned away. He glanced back
and said, “Ya know…like if it doesn’t work out…or something.”
I shook
my head again and said softly, “Your guy is out there waiting for ya somewhere,
Jimmy.”
He
looked desperate. “But
when?”
“When
you least expect it.”