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From
the previous chapter:
I walked
into the mall and sat watching them through the windows as the boys worked
together. After an hour
David would try on a shirt and Sam would stand close to him and adjust the
color or straighten how it laid on his shoulders. They began talking less and smiling goofy
silent smiles more. After a while I was joined by Pete and Jase,
Pete sat next to me and said, “What’s up?”
“I think
they’re almost done.”
“How’s
he doing?”
“Preeeetttty good.”
He
looked at me oddly. “So he got
everything picked out?”
“Yeah that too.”
The Good Doctor
By Terry Audette
Chapter 42
Eric
Sometimes
life puts us into an awkward position. I
was in one now. I was lying on our bed
with my legs wrapped tightly around Pete’s waist with his cock lodged firmly in
my ass and my own cum lying splattered across my chest. My breathing was labored
and my head was dropped back against the pillow in exhaustion.
Pete
bent forward and wrapping his arms around me pulled me up more or less into his
lap with his cock still in my ass. I
raised my arms until they were around his neck and then laid my cheek against
his.
“You
haven’t been writing yourself prescriptions for Viagra, have you?”
He
grunted no and then began licking me like a dog from my collarbone to my
ears. My dick responded with a lurch and
a slow rise while his hips began to thrust gently upwards.
I gasped
into his ear, “Oh fuck you’re good at this!”
He
worked his way around to my mouth and shoved his tongue in. I sucked it in and groaned. I dropped my arms over his shoulders and felt
the muscles in his back while his dick continued to thrust steadily up into me. Pete has a broad back that spreads out like
the hood of a cobra from his waist.
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I
finally went and got a washcloth and towel and came back and cleaned us both
up. I pitched the towel towards the
hamper and lay down with my head on Pete’s chest and my left leg across his. I lifted my head and smiled at him. “Is this too soon after your orgasm to tell
you that I’ve been thinking about something?”
He
laughed. “Nope, I’m okay after, it’s
before and during that’d be a problem.”
He grinned. “I get distracted.”
“Okay.” I sat up and straddled his lap while I talked
to him, his cock still feeling all puffy under my ass. He wrapped his hand around my dick and smiled
up at me while I talked. “You’ve known
David for three years, right?” He nodded
yes and I continued. “So
lemme ask ya something. Is there any circumstance where you’d like,
send him back, you know, turn him over to the state or something?”
He got a
worried look on his face and shook his head slowly. “No! I
can’t imagine that.
Why, are you having a problem with him?”
“No! Absolutely not! And I realize that we haven’t had him for
very long but it’s just that I was thinking the same thing and I was thinking
what a shitty thing it’s gotta be for a kid to be living somewhere and not
being like a million percent sure that he wasn’t gonna
get kicked out. And
the thing is that since we’ve already gone this far it really doesn’t make any
sense not to go all the way because neither one of us would ever not want him
here so…why no….make it...you know….permanent?
So can we think about it?”
David
My only
real friend at school is Justin Garber and Justin is the most totally straight human that I know and at fourteen has
probably had more straight sex than most of the seniors in our school. Seeing him operate with girls is something that
should be put in textbooks. Sometimes I think that the reason we get
along so well is that he loves the idea that I’m not
competition for the available females.
Justin is very aware of exactly how many of those there are and of the
overwhelming competition for them. I
wonder for the thousandth time what he’ll be like in
college after honing his skills for four years in high school.
“So
what’s that new girls name, the brunette?”
He
grins. “Leanna.”
“Are you………..,” I shake my head and smile, “well shit yes you
are. What was I thinking?” He grins.
To his credit and probably one of the reasons that Justin does as well
as he does is the fact that he never talks about his conquests and he never
puts women down. They’re
simply the most important thing in his life and he loves them way too much to
ever diss them.
Even
though he’s got a pretty good body Justin wouldn’t
even consider sports because they’re all male.
He doesn’t want to be without women for the
time it takes to play a game. He even
likes talking to them, although he did admit once that
it was more the sound of their voices than what they were actually saying. He’s a wonder and I
understand what’s going on in his head probably even less than he understands
what’s going on in mine.
He looks
at me seriously and says, “So David don’t think I’m
avoiding you if I don’t sit next to you in English. It’s just that
“I did
and he does look cool.” My mouth goes
dry because Sam is standing there with his hand on the top of my locker door
while he leans against the edge. His
face is just inches from mine his warm brown eyes are staring into mine and he
says slowly. “I knew that you’d look
great in those………..and you do.” I suddenly notice one of the two pretty good looking jock type guys with Sam because he steps
forward and rolls his eyes. Sam sees me
look and says, “Oh. These two guys are
friends of mine.” He nods towards them. “Jimmy and
Justin
says, “Justin.” They all do that bump
fist thing that I’ve never really understood.
Sam has
gotten a weird questioning look on his face that somehow Justin recognizes
instantly. Justin points his thumb over
his shoulder and says nervously, “I gotta meet a girl.”
Sam gets
a smile on his face that could melt tungsten and says, “Cool.”
Jimmy
has glanced at his watch and steps forward saying, “Great to meet you guys but
we gotta go.” He looks at Sam who’s
still looking at me and putting his face next to Sam’s says clearly, “WE GOTTA GO!”
As the
two guys are dragging Sam away the
When I
look back to Justin he’s looking straight into my eyes
and smiling. He says, “Well, at least
now we really have something to talk about at lunch.”
I was
trying to chew the Salisbury Steak, at least I think
that’s what it is, maybe you’d just call it a beef patty with gravy. Frankly after eating Eric’s mom’s food everything else just didn’t cut it.
“Justin,
he’s not my boyfriend! We just bought
some clothes from him. He works at
Abercrombie and he’s being nice to a customer.”
He
rolled his eyes. “Davey
boy you are as good as laid! I mean
shit……there’s lots of stuff that I don’t know about but this is something I’m
totally familiar with. Didn’t you see
the look in his eyes and hey, you could do a lot worse the guy’s really hot
looking.” I must have given him a look
because he said, “Yeah right, like you’d be giving me
that look if you weren’t interested. You
have condoms, right?”
“Condoms!” Eric had put condoms in my
top dresser drawer. I glanced around
nervously to see if anyone could hear.
“I don’t need condoms!”
Justin
leaned across the table and got in my face.
“Look shithead you’re not doing it without a
condom! Don’t be an idiot!”
“I’m
not! We’ll use a condom!” What the hell was I
saying? “I mean there’s no need for a
condom, there’s nothing that needs to have a condom on
it that I’m ever likely to get near.”
He
grinned in self-satisfaction. “You do
look kinda hot in those clothes…..at least for a guy.” He sighed.
“If he’s even a third as good as me you’re gonna
love it and he looks like the kinda guy that’d take
care of ya and you kinda need that. He also looks like he’d be hung.”
I buried
my face in my hands. “I don’t care! What makes you say that anyway?”
“What?”
“That he’d be hung. How can you know
that?”
“The bulge idiot!” He sighed and
grinned at me. “My
little boy getting plowed for the very first time. It almost brings a tear to my eye.”
“Justin,
nothing is gonna happen!”
He leaned
towards me. “David you don’t have to do
a thing. Make him work for it,” he
giggled, “your balls are totally in his court, so to speak. God knows I have to work for it. But don’t be a
tease! He came across as a pretty decent
guy and he’s a year ahead of us so he’s a pretty good catch………for
a gay guy.”
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Eric
picks me up at school three days a week and his mom two days. This was Eric’s day and he had already picked
up Jase who was unhappily locked
into the back seat. I waved to Jase and slid into the front seat.
Eric
handed me a gym bag. “Jase and I thought that we’d take ya to the gym with
us. I’ll teach
ya to swim. Do you already know
how?” I was struck
by a wave of pure panic. It wasn’t that I was afraid of being naked and getting a hardon in the gym, I mean I took gym class every day. It was seeing Eric naked. Normally I’d just think about something
really disgusting……………….the thing is that I wasn’t sure that that’d work with a
naked Eric in front of me. It was bad
enough when he was fully clothed.
“Ahhhh………..I don’t but Eric……….I
don’t think…………”
He
smiled at me and squeezed my knee.
“Don’t worry. I know what you’re
thinking but you’ll see, it won’t happen.”
Eric is
facing away from me as he pulls that black Speedo up, mainly cause
I’m facing the corner in case I get a hardon, which
miraculously doesn’t seem to be happening.
But it’s like my hearing has become really
acute and I can hear that tight suit being pulled up his thighs and the snap as
he lets go of the waistband.
I finally turn to look and just as the sight of Eric’s hard
butt being caressed by the smooth soft material of the Speedo is being burned
into my brain a really buff body building guy has walked down the main row of
lockers, he does a double take on Eric but doesn’t stop walking and doesn’t
turn into his row but just walks straight into the wall. “Holy shit!” I gasp because I never heard a human body
make that sound before! The guy staggers for
a moment and then falls over but he’s built like a tank and none of that seems
to seriously hurt him.
Eric
runs over to help him oblivious to the fact that he’s
the cause of it all. The guy waves him off with a panicky sick look and Jase looks at me and rolls his eyes. This is old news to him.
Eric led
the way to the pool and I’m holding Jase’s hand as we walk behind him. Jase grabbed my
hand somehow sensing that I’m a little out of it and now watching Eric’s hard
butt moving in that tight black Speedo his muscles moving like a panther’s as
he moves confidently through the jungle has gotten my full attention and I’m
beginning to get hard. I try to imagine
myself licking roadkill which is my sure fire hardon killer but it’s not
working. I do the only thing that I can
think of and run ahead and jump into the pool.
But it
turns out to be okay and Jase is right behind me and
Eric right behind him
we horse around for ten minutes and have a great time. Finally Eric
remembers what we came for and decides that Jase and
I have to learn to swim. Jase giggles like this is an
inside joke. Eric shows me the swimming
stroke by taking off for the other end of the pool. He swims like an otter all smooth muscles
moving like there’s no effort at all.
When he
gets back to Jase and me he says, “Whadya think? Can
you do that stroke?” I nod yes but when
I try I sink like a rock. Eric finally gets me to lie across his
outstretched arms while I practice the stroke.
Apparently I’m also practicing getting an
erection but I decide that there’s no need to mention that.
Eric is
steadily giving me advice on my stroke and then he tells me to go for it with
all my strength as he pulls his hands out from under me and I actually swim to
the other side of the pool. I stand up
sputtering at the other side of the pool and yell, “I did it!” I’m shocked and
really proud of myself.
Eric
swims over and yells, “That was fantastic!”
He wipes the water off of his face and then
says, “Okay now we’ll swim back, when you start out just pretend that I’m
holding you up like before.” It takes
two tries but I finally do it.
Jase
grins at me and says,
“I still can’t do it! I
think maybe I’m still too small.”
Eric
looks at us. “Okay, why don’t you guys
sit for a while so I can do my laps and not worry about either of you
drowning? You can keep count too.” He takes off and starts do these
long smooth strokes that seem to carry him to the end of the pool with zero
effort and then he does some kind of flip thingy and pushes off from the end
and swims back. Watching Eric swim is
like magic and I find myself settling back into the deck chair as his body
seems to become one with the water like it’s his
element or something.
Finally
from the pool he looks up and Jase yells, “Fifteen!”
and Eric walks to the edge of the pool to the steps.
When he
started climbing those stairs to get out of the pool I totally froze, maybe my
heart even stopped. It
was like one of those commercials that you see for really expensive cologne or
something where it’s all in black and white and this real handsome European
looking guy with black hair is moving slowly out of the water and smoothing his
hair back with his hands as the glistening water cascades down his perfect body
and with each step all his stuff in that tight black Speedo shifts slowly form
side to side. Oh
God!
“David! Are you okay?” Eric puts his hand on my forehead and he’s got this really worried look on his face. “You feelin okay?”
I grin
lamely at him. “I’m okay……..really.”
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Eric
Mom is
like a kid feeding machine and we no sooner get back
from the gym then she’s got the boys sitting at the kitchen table and is
shoveling food into them. Well actually mom probably doesn’t consider Bruschetta
food but rather something that leads to food.
She also
figures that David has got a deficit of motherly love
and she’s working hard at correcting that.
In a way my mom and Jase
have already adopted David. I’d actually like to talk to my mom about my thoughts about
adopting David but with mom things tend to get blown out of all proportion and
it’s probably best if I wait. Actually
it’s probably best if I talk Pete into talking to my mom cause
she doesn’t get all Italian mom with him as she does with me.
She
corners me as I’m coming out my bedroom and backhands
my chest. Why is it that women never think that that hurts? I mean just cause we
don’t have breasts doesn’t mean you can just pound on us.
“Ma will
you quit doin that!
It hurts!” She rolls her
eyes. That’s
where Jase is getting that!
“What? It was a tap!
And anyways it’s besides the point. When are you gonna
get that boy some therapy?”
“David?”
“Who
else would I be talking about?”
“You
really think he needs it?”
She
tosses her head back and glares at me.
“If you saw your mother get killed you’d need therapy.”
I almost
bit my tongue off. “Oh.” But she has a point. Why didn’t I
think of this? “You’re probably
right.” God I hate admitting that! “Lemme talk to
Pete. After all
he is David’s doctor and he’d know who to go to. Wait a minute he did say something about that
and said that his mom would be willing to do it for free. I forgot about that. What makes you think that he needs one?”
She
rolls her eyes. Geez! “Eric all you have to do is talk to the boy
to understand that he hasn’t really dealt with it.” I wonder how much of this is coming from some
article in The Ladies Home Journal?
“Okay. I promise that I’ll
talk to him tonight. There’s some other
stuff about David that we need to talk about anyway.” I shouldn’t have
said that and mentally I’m snapping at the words trying to get them back. I feel like a trapped rat. I man would just let that go by but women are
like pit bulls.
“What?” Again the backhand to the
chest!
“Owe! Will you quit that?”
“Whadya need to talk about?”
I
sigh. “It’s just that I was thinking
that since we’ve gone this far with having David live with us and everything
that……well….. I mean I would hate it not being sure
that I wasn’t gonna get kicked out or whatever………..and so I was just thinking that maybe we could adopt
him. I mean he is a good kid and we all
really like him.”
You gotta be ready for anything with this woman but I wasn’t
ready for this. She pulled my head down
and kissed me on the cheek. Her voice
was soft and she looked like she was going to cry. “That’s just what your grandpa woulda done. You are
so like him.”