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The Good Doctor
By Terry Audette
Chapter 16
Pete opened
the door to the changing room and slipped inside.
“Peter! You can’t come in here!” I was trying on Levi’s. My Mom’s
idea, something about the way the old ones looked. “That saleslady is gonna
beat the crap outta you!”
He
grinned. “S’okay,
I told her that I was your fashion consultant.”
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me as he pushed down the
unbuttoned Levi’s and grabbed my ass.
“Oh great! You shoulda just told her that you were a barbarian looking for
a good rape and pillage!”
“I don’t
think that I had to tell her. By the
look on her face I think that it was assumed. By the way aren’t you supposed to be trying
these on with underwear?”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. Just be sure that
you buy this pair.” What a boy scout!
“You gotta
get your hands outta them before I can do that.”
I’ve always wondered if there were security cams in these fitting
rooms. Well it’s
not like we were fucking, just kissing but Pete did have his hands on my naked
butt, once again the constant seduction thing.
God that’s great! His hands slowly moved up under my shirt and
up my back. Hot hands
on bare skin. Fuck
I love this! He overwhelms me,
physically and emotionally and sexually, he envelopes
me in a cocoon of kisses and hot hands and packed crotches and flashing blue
eyes that have all the confidence in the world.
He’s this solid rock of a guy that you know is gonna take care of everything. Nothin bad is gonna happen when Pete is with me.
Pete’s right
hand is lightly holding my neck on one side while he kisses the spot where my
neck joins my shoulder; it’s sending shivers down my
spine.
I tell
him. “We can’t fuck here!” At least I don’t
think so. Maybe he wasn’t
even thinking that.
“We’re not
fucking. I’m kissing my boyfriend.” His voice is soft and throaty. I’m standing almost
naked with my new not yet paid for Levi’s down around my ankles. I’m wondering how
many times we’ve fucked. Lots! I wonder how
long it would take us to drive home? It’s so fucking
weird! Him inside of
me, how bizarre! Course it sure
feels great, great and more, there’s more to it than
just how it feels, more than just the physical sensation. There’s a whole huge
fucking emotional thing there too.
There’s something about the act of fucking that triggers something in a guys mind. I don’t really think that it matters if he’s straight or gay
but as soon as he starts fucking someone he begins to feel protective towards
them, like he needs to make sure that they’re okay.
“We could go
home! My mom is figuring on keeping Jase until three-thirty maybe
He’s holding my face in both of his hands and is slowly kissing me, his
lips moving lightly over my face and his warm breath against my skin. I know that he doesn’t
really want to fuck, not here, not yet.
This is just to keep me primed and it works really great. He’s got me to the
point where I’m horny like 24/7! I mean
we just fucked like seven hours ago and already he’s
got me like crazy horny again. Course I’m not doing this by myself, he’s as horny as I am, maybe
hornier! My prostate feels like it’s been
used for batting practice…………..but in a really, really
good way.
He ducks his
head and then looks up at me. “We could
do that, we really could.” He hands me
my old jeans. “Why don’t you put these
back on, buy those and then we can make a quick run home before we pickup Jase.”
I pull the
new jeans off and feel the expected hand on my ass as I pull them off. “You’re gonna make
me fall!”
Pete pulls me
back against him and whispers. “I
wouldn’t let you fall.”
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I’m kinda of two minds on this whole dinner
at mom’s house. On the one hand I’ve got that fresh-fucked feeling, kinda
all warm and drained and on the other hand……………well on the other hand there’s
mom. I wonder for the millionth time why
people put themselves through things like this.
Why is it
that nobody ever considers running and hiding?
Everyone figures that they gotta face things
head on, how fucking dumb! Get in the
car and drive. Hit the A&W Drive In,
go to Olive Garden and get blasted on cheapass Chianti and salad, actually go through all of Home
Depot! You don’t
have to hang around and wait for disaster to come to you. Move! And for god’s sake don’t answer the fucking telephone!
Oh well……….one foot in front of the other.
We walk cautiously
into my mom and dad’s house. Well I do
anyway, Pete is oblivious to my angst and is wearing a lopsided grin that tells
me that he’s feeling pretty satisfied with himself and the hand that slides
down my back and over my butt as he nudges me into the house tells me what he’s
feeling satisfied about.
To Pete my
mom is colorful, maybe even a little eccentric, well………..she’s
probably seems that way to most people.
My mom doesn’t impose the same standards on
other people that she does on me. She loves
me. That’s the
reason for all the yelling………………at least as nearly as I can tell. She doesn’t yell at other people………just me.
Jase is climbing me and my mom is dragging Pete to the kitchen table.
“We’re gonna eat here, Dad.”
I was watching Pete being dragged off and Jase holds my face with both hands and turns it back to
him. “We’re having meatball
sandwiches!” Obviously
one of Jase’s favorite meals.
My mother
comes back and grabs my arm and pulls us to the table
with Pete. She’s
already got a plate of food in front of him and is making one for Jase and me.
“You boys
sit. Don’t slump, Eric!” I don’t slump!
“Where’s dad,
Mom?”
She looks
around like she expects him to materialize. “He’s in the basement!” There’s anxiety in
her voice and she unconsciously shakes her hands. She hates the basement. “I’ll call him. He’s working on one of his projects.” She lifts her arms and then drops them. “You wouldn’t believe some of the sounds that
come outta that basement!”
I get back up
from my chair. “I’ll get him, Mom.”
She looks
appalled. “Huh? You’re going down there?”
“Mom it’s not
the gateway to hell. It’s the basement.”
Jase climbs up so that he’s kneeling on his
chair. “Can I come, Dad?”
I hug him to
me and then turn his face up to mine.
“You stay here and take care of Pete.
Aaaaaaaannndd, eat your dinner.” He’s so thin.
Dad is in the
corner of the basement standing in front of a machine. He turns when he hears me coming down the
stairs.
“Oh………..it’s you son. I shoulda known that it wouldn’t be your mother, this place
scares her.”
I walk over
and stand next to him. “Yeah, why is
that?”
He
shrugs. “Something
about when she was little. She
never wanted to talk about it and I never pushed. We’re all nuts in some way.” He looks at me and smiles
and then reaches out and squeezes the side of my neck. “It’s nice to see ya.”
It takes me
by surprise and I react without thinking and wrap my arms
around him and hug him. “It’s
nice seeing you too, Dad.” Now I feel really stupid! Why
did I do that? I mean………..I’m
glad I did but now it’s awkward. Will it
ever be awkward for Jase? No! I won’t ever let that happen!
My dad looks
at me a little indulgently. “Eric…………………..don’t freak out.
It’s just you and me. I promise not to tell.” Finally he pulls me
by my arm over to his machine.
“You know
what this is? You oughta,
you sell supplies for them.” Thank
god! Safe territory.
“Aaaaaahhh,
“Ebay! I got it cheap but it cost a fuckin fortune to ship.
I’m gonna build a clock.”
“A clock?” Do people actually
build clocks? “You know how to build a
clock?”
“Mmmmm, more or less. Some stuff I knew from long ago and some
stuff I had to learn but yeah, I think I can build one.”
I gesture
towards the stairway. “Mom…………is
waiting………….dinner. Pete and Jase are up there.”
Dad’s sweeping the metal shavings off of the lathe. Then outta nowhere,
“He seems like a good guy.” Oh god! Where is this
leading?
He hangs up
his brush walks over to me and stares into my eyes for a moment not saying
anything and then. “He makes you happy?”
My mouth is
dry. “Yeah, Dad……………he does.” What What WHAT is he thinking????
He smiles and
touches my chest with his knuckles. “That’s
great! Let’s go eat.”
What the fuck
is keeping me from falling over dead from a heart attack?
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I don’t mind cutting the grass but I hate lawnmowers. The mower that I’ve got
now is one of those that you ride on, we needed it mainly because our lot is
pretty big and secondarily because I was badgered into buying it by my
mother. Well the secondarily one is
probably the real main one.
In the middle of the backyard is a bump in the lawn and no matter
how many times I roll over it it remains, maybe it’s
a boulder covered by dirt but whatever it is every time that I roll over it
with the grass cutter I feel like there’s the possibility that I could be
thrown off of the mower and that leads to the reason that I hate the mower.
I imagine
myself being pitched off of it and the damn mower
running on wildly in the back yard until Jase comes
out to play. Then it heads straight for
him and mows him down. Sharp, whirling
blades turn my little boy into a puree while I lie unconscious on the
ground. Stupid I know but probably no
worse than the nightmare where I’m sitting in the backyard and watch as two
police officers walk across the lawn to me.
“Are you Mr.
Cortland?” Says the
big burly one.
“Yes officer
I am.”
“Well sir
we’re sorry to have to tell you this but your little boy was torn apart by a
pack of wild dogs over on
“Oh my god no!!!!”
“Well sir,
it’s not like your mother didn’t warn you to keep a better eye on the little
boy and now we’re going to have to give you a ticket for allowing a child to
wander about without proper parental supervision.” He looks so smug! This is all my
mother’s fault!
Oh well, even
if he makes it to adulthood he’ll probably end up
making friends with the wrong people and wind up selling drugs for a living.
“Eric!” I really don’t see
any way that I can win.
“Eric!!!!”
“Huh?” Pete and Jase are
standing there. Pete has two glasses of
ice tea and Jase is sipping on his own. Pete looks really hot
in his shorts.
Pete smiles
at me. “Eric, you’ve been parked in the
middle of the yard for fifteen minutes just staring into space. You okay?”
I smile back
at him. “Oh…………..yeah………..I’m
fine.” I sigh and look down at Jase.
“Dad, I’m gonna play on my swing.”
He turns and wanders off toward his swing. Odd, he’s looking in
one direction and walking in another and no shoes or socks! Rusty nails, broken
glass, fire ants, rattlesnakes, deep holes in the ground. Holy fuck it’s
endless! Okay, so we don’t
have rattlesnakes or fire ants but I’m sure that we’ve got stuff equally bad.
I’m never gonna survive fatherhood!
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Pete and I
are watching television, the
“You think
that it’s normal to worry about your kid all the time?”
He looks down
at me and lightly brushes my hair off of my
forehead. “You mean you, right?”
I nod
yes.
“Eric………for you yes. Well,
all parents worry about their kids and that’s a good thing, a necessary thing.”
He cups my chin in his hand and grins
down at me. “Sweetheart……………maybe you
worry a little too much but then again that’s just you, it’s the way that you
are. It’s not
like you obsess about everything, just Jase. There’s a ton of
things that you don’t seem to notice at all and tons of things that you notice
but just blow off. In my opinion, that’s
healthy.”
Blow off? What do I blow
off? “You really think that I blow stuff
off?”
Pete puts his
hand on my chest. “Not in a bad
way! In a good way! Like work for instance. The women at work all drive you bonkers but
you blow it off, you don’t bring it home.”
Pete slides
his left hand up under my shirt and starts gently rubbing my stomach. “In some ways you’re more like a straight guy
than a gay guy.” I must have gotten an
odd look on my face because he hurried on.
“It’s just that, well, like with clothes; you really don’t seem to
notice them at all. Really kinda like a straight guy.”
It’s not that I don’t want to notice!
Suddenly Jase comes walking into the family room. He’s
wearing bright red pajamas and is walking but is still pretty much totally
asleep. He walks over to me, climbs up
on me without saying a word and lays on top of me
falling totally back asleep the moment his head hits my chest. He seems to have done this without ever
waking up. The top of his head is just
touching my chin and his right arm is under his chest
and his left is over my shoulder.
I look up at
Pete and whisper. “Sleepwalking?”
Pete whispers
back. “Hmmm, something
less than that. I think he just
woke up and did what he’s programmed to do, find you.”
I smile up at
Pete. “He’s like totally out! I can feel it. You could drop a bomb on the place and he’d
miss it.”
Pete laughed
silently. “That’s easy when you’re five
and a lot harder when you’re thirty.” He sighed. “He’s beautiful! He looks just like you.”
Me? Beautiful? Well………..okay, so
maybe not ugly. “He is beautiful.” He’s sleeping on my
chest, his trust in me is total. I’m his dad, of course he trusts me. The warmth of his body against mine, the beat
of his heart against mine, is so fundamentally right, so deeply
satisfying. When he grows up he’ll probably have me committed.
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