Date: Mon, 23 May 2005 19:04:52 -0700 (PDT) From: taarob Subject: The Good Doctor 29 This is a work of fiction. I love getting email so if you would like to contact me you can at taarob@yahoo.com or if you'd like to see some other things that I've written you can go to my web site at http://www.mygaystories.com . From the previous chapter: "The garlic is so delicate you can still completely get the taste of the crab. Damn that woman can cook!" I sit quietly and watch him wolf down the food. The important thing now is to get food into him and some wine so that he can relax and shed the problems of the day. I prop up my head on my hand and watch him eat. Finally he finishes and looks intently at me. He wipes his mouth slowly and crumples up the paper napkin. He half stands and bends over the table towards me. He holds the back of my head and kisses me. I smile at him but let him do the talking. "Before you, before we met, there was no one to come home to, nobody cared whether I had a good day or a bad one, nobody thought about feeding me." I slumped on the table but smiled up at him and spoke slowly. "So that's a good thing, right?" He reached over and took my hand. "That's a very good thing." The Good Doctor 29 I hate cell phones, well actually I hate phones of all kinds but cell phones in particular. There's no place to hide because you carry the damn things with you. Pete is talking on his. He's just pulled his beautiful hard cock out of my mouth because some chronic whiner was able to get him on his cell phone. He looks at me. "Sorry, Eric but I gotta go." He pulls on underwear and pants pushes that stiff dick to one side and slips on shoes without socks and grabs his shirt and he's on his way. Fuck! Hearing that the adults are already up Jase and Charlie come barging into our bedroom. "Dad, where did Pete go?" He's wearing white briefs and a Spiderman tee shirt. Charlie is wearing an excited expression. "Somebody was sick, Jase and Pete had to go make em well." Jase climbs up into bed with me and lies down and then Charlie whines until we pull him up too. Jase puts his elbows on my stomach and rests his chin in his hands. "So if I got sick Pete would make me well??" "Yep, Jase, Pete's your doctor and that's what they do." Charlie has decided that there's something worth digging up at the foot of the bed. "And Dad, if Grandma or Grandpa got sick Pete could make them well too?" I run my fingers through Jase's hair. "Well, Jase, Pete isn't their doctor so it's up to somebody else to make them well." He doesn't seem satisfied with that and says, "But he could help?" "I suppose, Jase." Oh fuck! I just realized where this is going. "Dad, if we had known Pete when Mom was alive he would have been able to make her better too, wouldn't he?" Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt! Well there's a couple of ways to go here and all of them are bad. "Maybe, Jase." I pull him up onto my chest and hold him tight. "I love you, Jase. You know that don't you?" He nods yes against my chest. -------------------------------- My mother is talking to me. "I'm not saying that it's your fault, Eric but let's call a spade a spade. You don't care how I feel about the way that you dress. It's not your fault it's mine. Somewhere back in my life I did something....something to" she waved her arms around, "someone I can't even remember who and God is punishing me." "I'm sure that it'll be okay, Mom." I wonder how my dad is gonna feel about putting an addition on to the warehouse? We've never had any debt thanks to his working his ass off for all those years. Of course this would be a mortgage it's not like I'd be borrowing money to run the business. I gotta talk to him. "I have to hear from Eleanor, a woman that I've known my whole life, a woman who KNOWS how much I love my son. She's the one who has to tell me that he's cutting the lawn dressed like some street person." "I'm sure that it'll be okay, Mom." I'll take Jase and go see him. He'd get a kick outta the puppy too. Maybe we can make it like a father and son and grandson bonding thing. I don't see him enough. I'm such a fucking asshole. I can't even go over once a week and see my old man. Is Jase gonna be like that? "You've got those nice tan cotton slacks hanging in your closet, those Docker things. I see men wearing those all the time with a nice Polo shirt. Of course they also comb their hair and God knows that would be asking too much. You should actually get your hair cut. Men are wearing their hair shorter today, Eric! Do you even have a barber? Do you know what a barber is?" "Jase!" In the family room I see his head swivel in my direction. "Get the puppy, Jase we gotta go see Grandpa." Jase looks excited at the prospect of a road trip with the puppy and takes off to round him up. "Eric! Eric! Are you paying any attention at all? Why are you going to see your father? You can't take that dog into my house and you can't go anyplace dressed like that!" Jase and the puppy come tumbling into the kitchen. I kiss my mom and start herding son and dog to the car. Jase stops at the car and looks up at me. "Grandma's mad at you, Dad." "No she's not, Jase." I scoop the puppy up and put him in the back seat as Jase is getting himself situated. "She was yelling, Dad." Now with a strapped in, totally captive little boy Charlie seizes the opportunity to lick Jase relentlessly and Jase is fighting him off as I climb into the drivers seat. "Oh....just something about cutting the grass, Jase but I think that it looks okay. I just cut it yesterday." ---------------------------------------- -- My dad was sitting in his chair when Jase threw himself into his arms. Dad tossed him up into the air and then caught him and hugged him. It's amazing how strong my dad's upper body still is and how kinda failing the rest of him seems to be. Charlie was standing with his paws on the arm of my dad's chair wanting someone to pick him up too. My dad hugged Jase and then finally turned him around so that he was sitting on his lap. His voice is still as deep as always. "You got a puppy, Jase!" "Yeah, Grandpa! This one." He pointed at Charlie's nose and got his finger licked for his effort. "What kinda dog is that, Jase?" "He's a Weee.....a Weee something." Jase looked up at me. "He's a Weimaraner, Dad." My Dad stroked Charlie's head. "He's a good looking dog. Blue eyes!" He laughed. He looked up at me. "Your mother tells me that you're thinking about adding on to the warehouse." I sat on an ottoman near my dad's chair. Charlie seized the opportunity and came shooting over and tried to climb into my lap. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Whadya think?" "Two questions. Do you need it? Can you support it?" I spent ten minutes filling my dad in on the need for additional space and the possible increase that it could mean in business. He listened intently and then said, "Wish that I had done it twenty years ago. It woulda cost like nothing." He waved his hand. "That doesn't matter now though. Eric, what I'd like to do is have an architect friend of mine come over and do some drawings and then let's see what kinda prices we get. I can help with part of the cost but some of it you're gonna have to get a mortgage for and before you do anything you've gotta be sure that your customers are gonna respond like you think that they will." "Son, what you oughta do is invite some of the better customers over to the house. Maybe a cook out or something, get some drinks into em. Once you've fed em and got some alcohol into em you'll be getting a better feel for what they would be willing to do. People will do anything for a free meal." "Dad, I didn't mean for you to put in more money." Great he probably thinks that's what I came here for. "I just want your input, your perspective." He laughed. "Eric, I could make this a loan and you could pay me interest but I don't need the income and when I die you'd just inherit the paper and have to pay some frigging tax on it." He smiled at me while stroking Jase's hair. "Besides your mother's been squirreling money away ever since we got married. It goes to you and then to Jase so what's the big deal. That's the way things work." I surprised myself by being serious. "I don't want to think about it, Dad." I can see the question forming Jase's mind. "Grandpa are you gonna die?" I try to beat my dad to answer that question but before I get the words formed he says, "Sure I am, Jase, everybody dies." Geez, why'd he have say that? Jase has a weird look on his face. He looks at me and then at my dad and says, "I don't want you to die, Grandpa. Maybe Pete..." I'm on my feet and talking fast. "Well, Dad, we gotta get going come on Jase Grandma's waiting and she's gonna be mad if we don't get home where's the puppy?" My dad is confused. "What are you doing, Eric? You just got here." "Dad," I looked at Jase, "ouyae an'tcae alktae about ieingdae." Lord, if he only knew the problems this causes. My dad looks at me and shakes his head. "Have you been drinking kid?" I give up. "Dad....I haven't been drinking." I lift Jase off of my Dad's lap and tell him, "Jase would you go get me a coke outta the refrigerator?" I set him down and he and the puppy scamper off. "Dad.....the thing is that I know that everyone dies but Jase......well you got no idea how stuff like this can upset him and how many questions it can generate." He smiles indulgently at me. "Eric, kids know more than you think and beside," He waves his hand in dismissal, "he's already forgotten it." Jase comes walking back into the room holding the can as high as he can because Charlie thinks that it's for him and is intent on getting it. "Here's your coke, Dad." He buries his head in my stomach and pushes against me. He's tired. I put my hand on the back of his head and rub his neck. I look up at my dad. "Jase is got a birthday coming up." I look down at Jase. "Tell Grandpa how old you're gonna be." This oughta divert attention at least until later. Jase holds up three fingers. "I'm gonna be six, Grandpa!" Jase is leaning back against me like I'm a wall. "And I'm gonna have a birthday party." Finally I make my excuses and Jase and I take off and run by the office. I turn Jase over to Jane to play with while I call a few customers and invite them over to the house tonight for a cookout. Some of them complain about the short notice but dad is right people will do anything for a free meal and free booze. I call my mom at the house and see if she'd mind throwing together a little cookout. "Cookout? Eric, what am I, a cowboy? I don't make cookouts. I'll make a nice meal that people can eat in a civilized way, maybe a buffet." Thank god she loves to cook. I'm exhausted.......and horny. Pete and that damn phone call. I've been thinking about cock all day. Jase and I do some running around picking up booze and chips and junk like that. When we get home the cars are beginning to pull up and this looks like it's gonna be a bigger deal than I figured. Actually when I get inside there are people everywhere and my mother is in her glory. Out on the patio she's laid out a spread on the picnic table and a folding table that we have. She lives for this, she's got Prosciutto wrapped around figs, Baked Stuffed Peppers with red sauce, Caponata with a big bowl of toasted Italian bread, Stuffed Artichokes, a huge platter of roasted vegetables and a huge veal roast that was rolled up with a filling. Lots of this stuff I recognize from my freezer but a lot of it is newly created. I throw ice cubes into a big plastic bowl and open four bottles of booze a box of white wine and fill a small tub with ice cubes and beer. Mom has already put out plastic glasses and everybody seems really happy. This is mom's idea of a good time......people in every room and all of them eating. ----------------------------------------- I walk into the kitchen to get some paper napkins and I see Pete walk in through the back door. Pete looks at me with his thumb cocked to the driveway. "Eric, what are all the cars doing here?" "Ahhhhh I asked em to come over. They're all customers and my dad said to get them over for a drink and to see if they'd want us to warehouse stuff for them." I looked at the cute confused look that he had on his face and then glanced down at the packed crotch only just being contained by his khaki slacks. I know what's behind that zipper and I've been thinking about it all day. I say, "Oh your pants!" He looks down at his pants and says, "What?" I pulled a confused Pete into the bathroom and close and lock the door. He asked me, "Eric, what's the matter with my pants?" "I need cock!" He looks, well.....I guess nonplussed. "Cock? Cock? Eric! THEY ARE IN THE LIVING ROOM!" I opened his belt unzip his pants and dig out his cock before he has a chance to stop me. "I don't care! I've been talking to maniacs all day and now I need cock! You owe me this from this morning!" "Eric!! They'll hear us!!!" "Not unless you scream when you cum." I'm stroking his rising cock. For all his resistance some part of him likes the idea. I think that it's the part that I have in my hand. "Eric!! You're fucking nu........unnngggghhhhh!!" I take as much of his dick into my mouth as I can, he's really thick. I wrap my right hand around his balls and squeeze lightly. My left hand is beating off the part that I couldn't fit in my mouth. I want cum, his cum. I want to feel it hitting the back of my throat and to taste it on my tongue and to swallow that part of him, to make it part of me. Finally he collapses back against the counter as I feel his balls begin to tighten. ---------------------------- Pete hasn't had a chance to tell me how mad he is or for that matter, as far as I'm concerned a reason and I drag him into the living room. Rose takes a cigarette out of her purse and holds it between two long red lacquered nails as she searches for a lighter. She looks up in frustration and then seems to realize that she couldn't smoke in here anyway. She looks at me and then at Pete and then she smiles that sluty little smile that is her normal look as she slowly crosses her legs. She knows. I glance quickly at Pete. Oh God! He's got that, "I just murdered someone in the other room." look on his face. "Rose! What brings you here?" She opens her purse and throws the cigarette into it. "Eric! You asked me to come over!" She looks up at Pete smiles and says, "Don't tell me that all of the fun is over."