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From the previous chapter:
I reached into my cargo shorts pulled out a condom and
pressed it into his trembling sweaty hands.
I also grabbed the small tube of lube but I was so nervous that it tried
to fly out of my hands and danced on the tips of my fingers and I almost lost
it. Getting a grip on it again I must
have squirted the whole container into my hand and stroked
some on Sam’s latex covered cock and smeared the rest onto my butt.
Sam positioned his dick at my asshole but I put my heels
behind his butt and thrust myself up impaling myself on his cock.
I yelled, “Oooooohhh fuck!!!!!!”
He tried to pull out but I held him and yelled, “KEEP
GOING!!!!!!!”
The Good Doctor
By Terry Audette
Chapter 51
I can feel a slight sheen of
sweat on the big muscles in Pete’s back as I sigh and
run my hands lightly over them. A can
barely see his smile in the early morning light as he lowers his head to kiss
me again.
His voice is a soft murmur. “Did Janet get pregnant the first time you
guys had sex?”
“Huh?”
He’s always so gentle and his cock is slowly moving out of me. He explained, “I never saw anyone produce as
much cum as you do. I was just thinking
that that quantity would have to help in getting a woman pregnant.” He looked down at my chest. “I mean this is like a freakin
gallon or something and it’s just typical for you.”
Great! Now I can worry about
producing freakishly large amounts of semen.
“You mean it’s too much? It’s
always been like that.”
His smile got broader. “Not as far as I’m concerned, I think it’s fucking
hot!”
Like he usually does he grabbed his tee shirt off of the floor and
started wiping it carefully up. I was
coming down from my orgasmic high and knew that I was going to fall back asleep
as he bent over and kissed me. He
whispered, “Go back to sleep, Babe. I’m gonna throw breakfast together for the kids and then I
gotta go in to the hospital for a bit.”
What could have only been thirty
minutes later I was on my stomach with my head buried under the pillow, my eyes
were closed, my left hand however had begun its search for Pete. All I got were cold sheets but then the smell
of frying bacon hit me and I remembered Pete telling me he had to go in to the
hospital this morning. I rolled over
onto my back then swung my legs out and sat on the edge of the bed staring sleepily
at my hard dick staring up at me. I
pushed the head down till my cock was horizontal to
the floor and then let it spring back up and hit my stomach. I muttered down at it, “You do produce a lot.”
I stumbled into the bathroom for
a quick shower and then pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and headed towards the
great smells coming from the kitchen.
I had just stepped into the
hallway when at the other end of the hall David came out of his room wearing
his usual boxers. Even in the short time
he’d been with us his body had changed a lot, his
shoulders were broader and his chest more defined with almost all of the baby
fat gone. His body had a lithe swimmers
build. He seemed to be biting his lip and
he had an almost stunned quality to his movements. He took a couple of steps forward and then stood
there staring at the other wall of the hallway as he smiled slightly and sighed
deeply. I knew instantly what had
happened.
I stepped behind him and putting
my hands on his shoulders turned him slowly to face me. I lifted his chin and stared into his eyes.
“Last night?”
He sighed and nodded yes.
“Condom?”
He laid his head against my
shoulder and nodded yes again.
I kissed the side of his head and
rubbed his back. “Everything
okay?”
He nodded and said softly, “Um
hmm,” and wrapped his arms tightly around me.
“If you wanna
talk about it…….ever……it’s okay.” He nodded again.
I took his face in my hands and
stared into his eyes searching for any kind of pain. There was none. I said softly, “Come on,
let’s get some food into ya.”
In the kitchen
I released him and he walked over to Pete at the stove who smiled down at him
and pulled him into a hug. I had to tear
my eyes away from the sight of Pete’s white CK boxer briefs as the soft fabric
worked its way into the crack of his perfect ass when he shifted his weight.
Jase tapped my arm. “Dad I’m goin over to Billy’s after breakfast, okay?” Billy lived one street over. For a while there
some of the boys had called him Arrff for his
unconscious habit of humping, like a dog, anything he got near. Jase decided that
that was curable and now a few months later they were
fast friends and the nickname had disappeared.
“Sure kiddo. Just keep an eye out for child molesters and
slave traders. You know how upset
Grandma would get if you were in some faraway place going to the highest
bidder.”
“Dad! Grandma says that you’re not
supposed to say stuff like that!”
Honestly, the kid has zero sense of humor.
Jase yawned and in his little boy way dismissed the whole thing. He climbed into my lap rubbed his eyes with
his fists and laid back against my chest.
Now this was unusual.
I whispered. “Not into breakfast this morning?” He shook his head no slumped over and rubbed
his eyes against my upper arm. This was
definitely unusual.
David looked at him for a moment
and then placed his hand on Jase’s forehead and
asked, “You feel okay, Jase?” Jase nodded yes
against my arm.
I looked up at Pete but he was
already out of his chair. Seconds later he was sticking a temperature probe into Jase’s ear.
“Normal.” Pete hunkered down next to Jase and brushed his hair away from his forehead as he
looked into his eyes. “You sick, Jase?”
Jase shook his head no and mumbled, “I wanna go
play with Billy. I’m not sick.”
Pete looked up at me and
shrugged. “He looks fine but that
doesn’t mean it isn’t on its way.”
I bent my head and kissed the
side of Jase’s neck just below his left ear. “Here’s the deal, Kiddo. You can go play with Billy but it’s not gonna be one of those all day wild little boy freakouts.” So why didn’t I keep him home?
Cause I’m raising a little boy not a little
girl. And besides
I’ll be able to hold this over his head for the rest of his life.
WHAACK!!!!!!
I blinked.
WHAACK!
Blink.
WHAACK!
Blink.
WHAACK!
Blink.
“Ma, what are ya doin?” She had the
biggest fucking butcher knife in her hand that I’d
ever seen.
“What does it look like I’m
doing? I’m cutting
up a chicken. You wanna
eat don’t you?”
“You know you can buy it cut up?”
Whack! “I like doing it.”
“Oh.”
Just as the kitchen Samurai was plunging her knife in again I cried out in a high squeaky pleading
chicken voice, “No! No! No!
Please don’t cut me again!” The
sound of cold steel crunching thru small bones stopped.
She turned slowly and stared at
me. “Eric, do you ever plan to grow up?”
“I think I’m as big as I’m gonna get, Ma.”
Being flippant with Italian mothers is, at best, a dangerous hobby and
normally I never would have done it but today I had a secret weapon. Okay, so maybe I woulda
done it anyway.
She was gesturing towards me with
that huge fucking knife. “Do you even know where your children are?”
I nodded. “David is at Sam’s and Jase
is at Billy Woodham’s.”
She shook her head. “You’re sure? For all you know Jase
could have been grabbed by some pervert and already be
stuffed in somebody’s trunk!” Something
deep inside of me lurched as it always does when she says it. God! This woman knows how to push all of my
buttons!
“No, Ma!” Okay, that was a little too loud. “If I lean over the counter and look out the
window I can see thru the Blankship’s yard into the
back of the Woodham’s yard. I did just that. “And there the boys are, playing.” Thank God!
She turned disgustedly back to her disgusting dismemberment.
I figured I deserved a reward for
having won that skirmish, more or less, and I got a bag of barbeque flavored potato
chips out of the kitchen cabinet and a jar of ice cold dill pickle slices from
the refrigerator and began to munch. I
really like to make a stack of about six chips, cram them into my mouth
followed by a nice cold pickle slice and was happily
doing just that when I noticed the total silence. I looked up slowly to see my mother glaring
at me.
“Whaaaff?” I mumbled cautiously with a mouth crammed
full of potato chips.
She closed her eyes for a second
and opened them slowly. “What are you
doing?”
“Ea…Ea...Ea,” I choked down the
chips, “eating.”
She shook her head slowly. “This must be something you get from your
father’s side of the family.” She was
still shaking her head. “Your grandpa told me I shoulda
married an Italian.”
At that moment
Pete came in thru the garage looking all fresh and healthy like something out
of the Summer Edition of the Brooks Brothers catalog. He had just run to the hospital to check on a
few patients and now, it being Sunday, he had the rest of the day to himself. He kissed my mom and as she turned back to
her chicken giggling like a little girl he slipped behind me and bit the back
of my neck while sliding his finger down the crack of my Levi covered ass. The combination of sensations seemed to short
circuit my nervous system.
I made a little yelping noise in
the back of my throat but by the time my mother turned
around to look Pete was well on his way to the living room. I looked at her staring at me and said
defensively, “Well he bit me!” She just
looked up at the ceiling and shook her head.
I leaned against the
counter. “So ma, we’ve been…”
She glared at me and
interrupted. “I thought you bought new
jeans.”
“I did, Ma. So we’ve been thinking…”
“Eric, buying them isn’t enough, you’ve got to wear them too.”
“I will, Ma, I mean I do. So Pete and I were…”
“I thought the picnic went well.”
“Yeah but we’ve…”
“You think that Marc guy got the
picture?”
“I think so, Ma.”
She knows about the trip! All this is just water torture to get me to
spill my guts!
She glares at me hard. “You’re not gonna
tell me?!!”
“Tell ya what, Ma?”
She puts her hands on her fists
and gives an aggressive shrug. “Fine! Just fine!” She turns
and picks up a piece of paper off of the counter. “Well if you don’t want to speak to your
mother at least you can do some shopping!”
She thrusts the list at me.
“Ma!” I hate shopping! Well actually I’m
afraid of it. It’s embarrassing cause I always get a hardon when I
shop and it’s always like the hardon from hell.
“Ma…….I
can’t do this!”
She didn’t
even turn from the sink. “You can and
you will! Unless of course you’re tired
of being a father too, those things are for the boys.” She always uses her trump card, it’s so frigging unfair.
Pete had settled himself
comfortably into the sofa and with his stocking feet propped up on the coffee
table was leisurely making his way through the Times, New York, that is. It’s a paper that
started appearing on our front porch shortly after Pete moved in. Personally I avoid the news at all costs in
any form because there’s nothing in there but stories about bad stuff happening
and who doesn’t already have enough of that in their own life without having to
import it from someone else’s life.
He looks up at me staring at him and then takes my hand and pulls me down onto the sofa
next to him.
“Did you tell her?”
“Shhhh! Keep your voice down!” I hissed at him. “She got like the hearing of an Impala.”
He grinned. “They’ve got good hearing?”
“Gotta have. Fucking lions after your ass
all day, you bet they got good hearing.”
“I thought maybe they did it when
a great sense of smell.”
“Fuck she’s got that too! Try not changing your underwear for a couple
of days and see the looks you start getting.”
“You know you’ve got to tell her
and the longer you drag this out the harder it’s gonna
be cause you’re gonna make yourself crazy.”
I sighed. “I almost did it a few minutes ago when she
was waving that knife around but then she calmed down so I didn’t use it.” I took his hand and played with his
fingers. ‘You know…..you could tell her,
she really likes you and besides it’s your parent’s place.”
“Eric! C’mon, she’s your mom and besides she loves
you more than anyone.”
“Not more than Jase, maybe we could get him to talk to her. She never yells at him.”
“Eric, she loves you more than
anyone, even Jase!
Believe me, I get to meet a lot of mothers and
I know that yours loves you. You just
make her crazy.”
“I make her crazy! What about what she does to me? And
besides what do I do that could possibly make anyone crazy? I just mind my own business. Maybe that’s
it! The whole concept of not sticking
your nose into what everybody else is doing is probably so foreign to her that
she does actually think that it’s me who’s
nuts.” Pete was giving me his
“indulgent” look. “What?”
I’m pretty sure because he figured he was loosing the argument, not that
it really was one, Pete shoved his left hand under my butt and began to squeeze
but I quickly slid off.
“You can’t do that! She’s just in the
kitchen!” Damn I love it when he does
that!
He grinned. “I thought you liked it when I did that.”
Well he had me there but the last
thing I need is for my mother to catch us.
Not that she’d probably mind as long as it was
with Pete but it made me uncomfortable.
“Pete, it’s is your parents house
and besides when she finds out that we’re taking the kids for a vacation to the
beach, a place with deep water where we could all drown, she’s gonna have a lot of questions. Like why! And you can’t just
say that you need some time away because as far as she’s concerned we should be
totally happy here, near her. Believe
me, I’ve tried it.”
“Eric, it’s Madison, Connecticut,
not the
Ignoring his comment
I held up the list. “And besides I’ve
already been given my punishment for not having told her” I held up the
shopping list, “and I’ve learned that this doesn’t get taken away if you change
your mind and cave in.”
He laughed. “A shopping list? How’s that punishment?”
I suddenly started to wonder how
Pete would react to my not so little problem.
Pete’s knuckles were white from
the grip he had on the other end of the shopping cart. His whisper was low but intense. “What is the matter with you? Are you crazy?
Put that thing away!”
I whispered back just as
intensely, “I CAN’T HELP IT! IT WON’T GO AWAY! That’s why she’s making me do this! She knows I hate coming here!” It was sticking out, way out, and it wasn’t like winter when I had a coat to hide it.
He moved so that he was standing
next to me our shoulders touching and whispered. “She knows that you get a hardon
when you shop at Sam’s Club?”
I gave him an exasperated
look. “She just knows that I hate to
come here! She doesn’t know why.” I hung my head. “And it isn’t just here. I’m okay in department stores and shopping
for appliances and shit and strangely enough even sporting goods…….but everything else.”
I held out my hand palm down and moved my index finger slowly up.
Pete groaned and then turned and
seemed to be looking around for something.
He grabbed a huge bag of bird seed like it was
weightless and plopped it with a thud in the back of the cart.
“You are just one big orgasm
waiting to happen! You know that? There,” he
said, “that’ll help block everyone’s view.”
“Fifty pounds of
bird seed?”
“We’ll get a bird!”
“Better get a fucking eagle!”
“Actually it’s for wild
birds.” He grinned. “Kinda suits you.” His eyebrows were relaxing and his look was
going from aggravated to horny. His eyes
raked over my body. The muscles of his
upper arms were bulging as his hands gripped the edge of the cart. He put his foot up on the bottom ledge of the
cart and leaned towards me. His voice
was getting all low and husky. “Actually
you do look pretty fucking hot….all boned up like that and the way those loose
jeans kinda make their way into the crack of your
butt.” When he gets like this it sends
out some weird signal to my nervous system, which is always pretty much on edge
anyway when it comes to Pete.
The thought of him bending me
over the back of the cart and fucking my ass raw right in the middle of Sam’s
Club flashed thru my mind. I turned my
head and said all panicky my voice somewhere between, “What the hell are you
doing?” and “Fuck me quick!” “Pete if you
keep talking like that I’m gonna cum in my pants
right here in the middle of Sam’s Club!
You really want that?”
We had been slowly working our
way to the meat department and we were now stopped in
front of “PORK.” Pete looked at me like he was going to kiss me and murmured, “That would be fucking hot!”
Suddenly the swinging doors to
the back room banged open and a handsome young man wearing a white coat and a
paper hat came out with a strange grin on his face.
“Hi, Mr. Cortland!” He leaned against the cart
like Pete had done, his voice sounded strange and a bead of perspiration
appeared at the edge of his paper hat.
He glanced once towards my crotch, blinked then took a deep shuddering breath
and said softly, “I just wanted to know if you needed any help…with our…meat?” His name tag said,
“Dennis.”
Pete had stood up ramrod straight. “Eric!”
It was almost a shout. “You wanna introduce me to your friend?”
“Pete, I never even met…….”
The guy
stared into my eyes and said softly. “Eric…..that’s such a nice name. I never knew that was your
name.” He sighed. “But it just figures you’d have a wonderful
name.” Oh for God’s
sake! Where do these people come
from?
Pete was beginning to look like
he was about to lunge for the guy and I pushed the cart
forward and put myself between them.
“How do you even know who I am?”
Without the cart to lean on the
meat guy stood there with his hands twitchingly at his
sides. He looked at me forlornly and
then reached out like he was gonna
touch my shirt. I felt Pete tense behind
me and I shoved him backwards with my butt.
The meat guy seemed to see Pete for the first
time and jerked his hand back.
“You used to come in here all the
time. I used to look forward to it.” He glanced at my crotch and obvious hardon again and sighed.
“I finally asked one of the check out girls who you were.” This time he looked up defiantly at Pete and
held his ground.
I felt Pete’s mouth by my ear and
he hissed, “He should be institutionalized!”
I figured that that was probably true but then if we started doing stuff
like that I’d loose most of my friends and relatives. Anyway the look on
Pete’s face reminded me of one of those dogs that isn’t really snarling or
barking but is on the verge of ripping out someone’s throat without warning.
I said, “Okay, well this has been
fun but we gotta pick up Jase. You know he didn’t
look so hot this morning. Let’s go check
out and head home.” I started to push
the cart away but pretty quickly became aware of the
fact that Pete wasn’t following me and when I looked back he and Dennis were standing
there glaring at each other.
I retraced my steps and touching
Pete’s arm said, “Pete I wanna make sure Jase is okay.” I
know it’s kinda quilt trippy but then it works when my mom does it to me.
Pete’s body seemed to relax and it’s like he came out of a trance. He sighed.
“Okay…yeah…you’re right.”
All the way thru the parking lot
to Pete’s car I could almost feel tension radiating
off of him. I kept glancing at him but
he was pretty unreadable. When we got into the car
he sat there with both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Then without saying
a word he twisted in his seat leaned over the center console and kissed me
hard. You know how it is when someone just
takes possession of your mouth and while his mouth was
doing that his left hand was rubbing my almost back to normal cloth covered hardon.
Finally he broke the kiss and came up for air. He grinned.
“You know it’s your fault that I’m such a fucking asshole.” He shook his head slowly while staring deep
into my eyes. “Shit you make me crazy!”
I was pretty much expecting Jase to be all tired looking and sickish when we got to
Billy’s but he was just the opposite and was running around like crazy. I glanced at Pete for an explanation and he
said, “It can go this way too, especially with little kids. It’s like they get this energy burst just
before they’re about to crash and have the cold or flu or whatever it is take
over.” And he
was right because in the twenty second drive from Billy’s house to ours he was
out like a light.
Once back in the house we got Jase into his pajamas and Pete went into full doctor mode
and totally checked him out. He was
folding his stethoscope and putting it into his bag. “He’s got a slight fever. I’ll check it every
thirty minutes or so. The
fever he has now could be because
of all the running around. Do we have
soup in the house?”
I grinned. “You’re kidding right? Have you met my
mother?” Thank god
she had already gone home or the place would have been turned into the Mayo
Clinic. “I’ll get some chicken soup out
of the freezer and nuke it.”
Pete and I sat at opposite ends
of the big sofa, him reading the news and me reading the comics and Jase wrapped in a blanket between us. A half and hour later Jasee
had climbed onto my lap and was lying with his head in the crook of my
arm. His voice was getting throaty.
He looked at me with one
eye. “I’m not sick, Dad!” I probably should have kept him home this
morning. My mother’s right, I suck as a
father.
I kissed the top of his head. “I dunno, looks like maybe you got a cold, Kiddo.”
He coughed. “Does grandma know I’m sick?”
I smiled down at him and
sighed. “Not yet. You’ll be able to tell by the lightening
bolts.”
He twisted a bit in my arms. “Lightening bolts?”
“Just kidding, Jase. I was gonna call and tell her but as
soon as she finds out she gonna be over here moving
mountains and I thought maybe I’d let her get a good nights sleep first. I’ll call her first thing in the morning
though.” I ran my fingers thru his hair
and now he felt warm. “Don’t worry
she’ll spend all day tomorrow babying you.”
Pete looked at me touching Jase’s forehead and passed me the ear thermometer. I stuck it in Jase’s
ear while he stared up at me. I looked
at Pete. “One hundred
point five.”
Pete set his paper down and said,
“Tylenol time.”
Jase said, “I’m not a baby!”
David
When Sam drove over to take me back
to his house for the day I slid into the passenger side of his car and
everything felt new to me, the clean smell of his car, the leather upholstery
and most of all, Sam. His eyes were
bright and shining, his smile gentle and then becoming broad with
satisfaction. We kissed and broke the
kiss slowly the fabric of our lips clinging, lingering. His fingertips caressed the side of my face
leaving a trail of sizzling electrons on my skin.
His eyes, like
Eric’s earlier, searched mine, his voice was soft.
“You’re okay?” I nodded yes.
He said, “I mean……..really okay…..all over.”
I smiled at him. “I can still feel you in me. I don’t want that to go away but I guess it
will.”
He looked all concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head slowly. “No.
You’d never do that.”
I felt so different, better and
so in love with Sam. A couple of days
ago I would have said it wasn’t possible to be more in love with him but now I
did feel even more in love with him and something more and I could see from the
look in his eyes that he felt the same.
We drove over to Sam’s
house. It was his day to cut the grass
for his dad and I puttered around trying to help him but mostly I was just perving on his hot bod and the
way those tan shorts were clinging to his powerful muscles. He knew that I was watching him and every once in a while without raising his head he’d lift his eyes
and grin.
Afterwards we sat outside under a
big old tree drinking Pepsi.
“Your mom and dad gonna let you go with us?”
He grinned and looked at me with such and intensely sexual look that I actually started
blushing. He laughed. “They haven’t committed to it yet but I’m
almost positive that the answer will be yes.
Is the house gonna have enough bedrooms?”
“Pete said it’s really big, said
we can each have a room.”
Sam got a panicky look on his
face but I jumped in. “Don’t worry I was
thinking the same thing. But Eric told
me that the two bedrooms Pete was talking about shared a bathroom and that
nobody was gonna check to
see who slept where.” I grinned. “Eric knows what we did.”
His voice was choked. “How?”
“I dunno. But he took one look
at me this morning and he just seemed to know.
He wasn’t mad though. He just wanted to make sure that we used a
condom and that I wasn’t like traumatized or anything.”
Sam groaned and laid his head
back against the tree. “Geez, he knows I fucked you! Is he mad at me?”
“Sam, it’s okay! He and Pete are doin
the same thing.”
“Yeah but they’re adults. You didn’t ever see em
did ya?
“No. They’re pretty careful but I can just
imagine.” I looked up at Sam and asked
the question that had been on my mind since I woke up this morning. “We are gonna do it
again aren’t we?”
Sam kinda rolled to his side and stared into my eyes. His voice was soft and slow. “I wanna do that with you forever.” He looked down at the ground and then back up. “But yeah, we are gonna do it again.