Jason's First Workout Ð Chapter XI "Doctors, Repairmen, and Reporters (oh my!)"
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(New chapters (5 and up) updated to present day: Luke age 56, Brock 48, Jason 34, Butch 32, Joe 40, Chase 28, Sam 26).
Luke:
"Fuck, quit stabbing me with that big thing, would you? My ass is sore and leaking," I squawked, trying to rub my eyes and bring my iWatch face into focus. "oh hell, what fucking time is it? I can't read my watch without my glasses."
"Ugg," Brock growled into my ear and then peaking over my shoulder, "looks like it's already half past nine. Shit, we slept late and hard," he giggled, rubbing his stiffening cock against the crack in my ass.
"Damn, my head hurts and my ass is sore, Bud, quit the fuck with that," I grumbled. "How many beers did I drink?"
"Enough to let me fuck you the second time," Brock snuggled into my back and started rubbing my pecs with his meaty hands. "Damn you are a good fuck, Stud!"
"It was awesome, Bub, I forgot how much. But now I'm hungover, my ass is sore and leaking, and I gotta piss," I moved to get out of the too-small, queen-sized bed in Jason's small second bedroom. "Let's get in the shower and try not to make as much noise as last night, huh?"
Brock guffawed and I tried to shoosh him, but we both just started laughing again. We stumbled toward the bedroom door, both naked and semi-hard. I could feel the leak dripping down my hairy ass and legs Ð that was two loads I took last night, thank you very much. Not bad for a fucking Alpha Top who rarely bottomed. But now, I was paying for it. I moved to open the door and winced, feeling the soreness in my ass lips.
"You're walking bow-legged, Hunk," Brock came up behind me swatting my ass, and we snuck out into the cabin's great room.
"Can you keep your hands off of me for five seconds, ya' dirty old man," I half-whispered. "Looks like his door is closed. If history serves, he'll sleep til noon." We both crept out into the room and then into the one bathroom that separated the two bedrooms on the left side of the cabin. I reached in to start the shower as Brock walked up to me again and beat his hard cock against my ass crack.
"Ow!" I yelped. "What part of SORE do you not understand, Mr. Walking Hard-on?" I pulled him to me and in a half-whisper said, "quit the fuck will you! Let's just get in the shower and I can take care of that morning load, but you're not fucking me again."
Brock laughed and we pulled back the shower curtain, stepping in.
"Not much room for play in this standard tub/shower combo," Brock said sotto vocce, "how are we supposed to shower like common men again?" I laughed and moved as if to step back out.
"Damn. I forgot to piss," I stage-whispered, but he grabbed my hand pulling me back into the tub.
"No, you don't," he said. And he pointed his semi at my crotch and began to piss his morning stream all over my cock and pubes. The warmth of his golden shower had me bursting, and I began to return the favor, pissing all over his legs and then pulling up my cock, aiming at his cock, belly and chest. I remembered to pull the shower curtain to so we weren't showering the bathroom floor and then Brock pulled me too him, kissing me passionately as we stood under the warm spray and finished pissing our morning beer streams all over each other.
"There's nothing like the feel of the morning hard on pissing on your man," he snickered into my beard.
"I feel like I've had all of your juices all over me and in me all night long, fucker," I said back. "You fell asleep with your half-hard cock in my ass, snored in my ear, and drooled all over my left shoulder half the night."
"And you loved it," he laughed, grinding his hard cock into my abs.
"Damned right I did," I said, pressing my tongue into his and loving his touch all over me. He stroked his cock and then reached onto the bar, grabbing a wash cloth. Soaping it up he commanded, "Here, turn around," and I complied.
I felt the warm water beat over him onto my back and then he began to strongly rub me with the wash cloth. Momentarily, the cloth returned again, hot and soapy and he reached between my legs to gently clean my sore, hairy ass. "Hmmm," I moaned, pressing back into his hand relishing the warmth of the cloth on my sore ass.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah," I said, bending over. He reached up and warmed and rinsed the cloth again and then applied it gently and lovingly to my ass.
"Let it never be said that I don't help my all of my boys recover when I've fucked them raw," he stated.
"All of `your boys'? Really?" I questioned, standing back up and reaching for his soapy, hard cock. I worked the foreskin with my left hand and then grabbed the soap with my right and began to soap up my cock. He reached out with his left hand and leaned into me, kissing me as he grabbed my now turgid member. We stood in the hot stream, swapping heavy spit and tugging on each other's cocks. I still could lose myself in the feel of this massive uncut 9-incher in my hand and the way my man pressed his tongue into my mouth when he kissed me. The feel of his giant hand around my hard, 8-inch cut cock was pure bliss and within minutes I was melting into him, shooting my load all over his hand, his right leg and his belly.
"Fuck," I moaned, "I can't believe I had another load in me."
"Keep stroking," he growled into my mouth, "I'm close, Babe." He took his left hand off my softening cock and put it around my right shoulder, pulling me into him as he groaned, "Oh, fuck, Stud. Yeah, milk your boy's fucking cock," and began to shoot all over my abs and pecs. We stood recovering under the stream and he kissed me, then started humming under his breath. We washed and rinsed again, then he shut off the water, pulled back the curtain, and we both stepped out grabbing towels that had been left folded on the vanity.
"Well if that didn't wake the man up, nothing will," Brock laughed and I did too.
"Cumming quietly is not your strong suit," I said, snapping my towel at his full and hairy ass.
"Oh really, Mr. `please fuck me hard, Brock. Yes! Yes! Right there!' all night?" he teased.
"Okay, you got me," I concurred. Wrapping the towel around me, I opened the bathroom door and prepared to step out into the great room but stopped short when I saw a sweaty Jason in the kitchen. Brock bumped into me from the rear, pushing me out into the room, and we both laughed as we swayed into it, wrapped only in our two bath sheets.
"You two can forget the trying to be quiet. I've been up for a couple of hours," Jason droned, smiling. "Y'all couldn't shower, fuck, or talk quietly if your lives depended on it."
"It's Doc's fault," Brock laughed, throwing me under the bus. "He's just not used to taking so much cock in one night and then he gets all screamy underneath me."
"Really Dad," Jason held up his hands. "Let's not go there. I've spent enough nights hearing you both fuck loudly that my cock immediately springs into jerk off mode when I hear either of you laugh."
"Oh yeah," I teased him. "Just the sound of our voices gets you hard, son? Sounds like something to discuss with your therapist tomorrow."
"Fuck you, Doc," he said. "Coffee is on the counter and these omelets are almost ready. Y'all put your dirty clothes back on and gain some self-respect and then we can eat."
"Hell yeah," Brock bounced into the bedroom, loosing his towel and showing off his very fine and chiseled middle-aged ass. "I'm starving."
I laughed, "he's always starving. AND horny," I said to no one in particular as we all knew it was true.
"I just got back from a run down the creek trail and then crossed over and did a bit of the Pisgah." Jason said to us both, into the bedroom.
"Wasn't that pretty brutal?" I asked pulling my briefs and shorts back on. "Isn't it humid?"
"Actually, it's pretty cool this morning, and I think a front is coming through. It's a bit cooler, but still brutal. I've downed about 40 oz of water while you two were wasting my water in the shower," he joked. I sat down at the kitchen table and took the cup of black coffee he handed me.
"Dad, breakfast is ready," he said. Brock bounded out of the bedroom, zipping up his cargo shorts.
"Don't have to call me twice. Where's the damn coffee?" Jason handed him a cup and he sat next to me. Then our sweaty boy, plated three gorgeous veggie omelets, placed them on the table in front of us and said, "thanks for staying with me last night. Now, eat up." We all dug in and I could feel the soreness in my temples and my anus start to subside as the delicious omelet went down warm and filling.
Monday, Jason:
By mid-afternoon, I'd watched the burly Jake climb on top of my roof, crawl into my crawl space below the deck, and run cable and fiber optics into and through two different walls of my house. As he worked to install the finishing touches on my router, he remained bent over at the waist, once again showing me his taught, hairy ass crack that he'd advertised almost all damn day.
"You can go ahead and try and set up your SmartTV there with the code I just gave you. Just set up your password from your mobile phone and let me know if it works. I'm gonna step into your bedroom here and check the signal strength," he said, standing up and hiking up his loose navy-blue uniform pants once again. Jake was kind of hot, if you were into muscle bears slightly gone to seed who were also married. Well, at least I thought he was married since he wore a gold wedding band on his left hand.
"Signal strength in there is good if you do any mobile work from your bedroom or want to set up a TV in there too," he said walking out of the bedroom and making an obvious show of adjusting his crotch. I just smiled at him.
"This looks like it's all set up." I answered him. "It's connected but downloading software updates. It's preloaded with Netflix and Prime, so I should be good to go."
"Well, and you've got internet browser on that too, so you should be able to watch plenty of porn, since you're up here all alone," He grinned back at me.
"Listen Jake," I began, "you've done a hell of a job, and I'm flatteredÉ"
"Hey man," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow and cutting off my explanation. "I get it. You're not the first guy Joe has recommended me to, but like most of `em, y'all are all bottoms so I get you're not interested in servicing a guy like me." I chuckled. Was this guy for real? He thought I didn't want to fuck him because I was Joe's bottom boy? Well, technically, I had mostly bottomed.
"No, thanks, Jake. I mean I appreciate it, and I am versatile, butÉ" I began, was I really giving this guy an explanation. "I just got out of a relationship and really, Joe and I are just friends. He was doing some research on my property. That's how we met."
"Oh right. Research." He said, adjusting his crotch again and smiling knowingly. "Wells you'uns have my card if you need anything or things go south. Just call. That dish is in the best place for strength of signal. Anything short of a monsoon or hurreecane, which we never get, should keep it working fine. Phone in the kitchen is good too. I'll have our receptionist send you the invoice once I record it all back at the office." He reached to shake my hand.
"Thanks for taking such good care of me today," I said shaking his hand. He grabbed up the remainder of his tools from inside and left me with the boxes for the router, dish and phone along with numerous instruction manuals and warranty slips. I watched from the kitchen window as he loaded up his work van and started backing down the drive.
I reached for my cell phone and connected to the wi-fi with its new name and password. I texted the Dads-
"all set up here. Got wifi and landline service at the cabin. Here's the new landline number. All good. Love you."
Within seconds the phone in the kitchen rang. I picked it up.
"Hello," I said.
"Hey Champ!" Luke's voice came through. "We wanted to be the first to call you on your new, old-fashioned land line."
"Yeah slugger," Brock chimed in. "Just checking it out. It was so easy when we asked Thelma to connect us to BR-549." He laughed at his Dad joke. I could hear Luke pop him on the head.
"That was it, Bud. Just testing it out. You good?" Luke asked.
"All great you two!" I answered. "I'll text you later. Landline was for emergencies, remember?" And I hung up. Sometimes I forgot how really ancient my two dads were. Shit, I thought, smiling to myself.
I stood in the kitchen and rubbed the front of my UA workout shorts and thought of Jake's hairy ass crack and how easy it would've been just to bend him over my couch and fuck him. Hell, he'd asked for it. But I wasn't a slut. Was I? I mean, I had no problem fucking Joe, but let's face it. Repairman Jake, no matter how talented he was at satellite installation, was no Dr. Joseph Green. Damn! Thinking of Joe made me realize, I hadn't checked my phone since texting the Dads. Looking at the device I realized there were at least 75 or more texts since Saturday afternoon. Shit.
I scrolled through, eliminating unknown numbers asking for interviews. One was from Scotty reminding me he would email me pdfs of final divorce request docs and another was from Dennis asking when I would expect to be `up and running.' I started moving toward the second bedroom and the small desk I had set up this morning as my home office with my laptop and other devices. As I did so, I saw a text from Joe Ð "Hey, things have been crazy but haven't forgotten about you. If you're not too busy, check out the 6 o'clock news on channel 4 tonight."
It was from 10:38 this morning so he must mean tonight's news. Wonder what that's all about, I thought? I sat down at my makeshift desk, opened my laptop, and began to connect it to me new wi-fi system. It was time I got back to work and started running my fair share of the company even if I was 2200 miles away from it.
It was almost 6:05 PM when I finished my zoom meeting with Denny on the west coast and realized the news was probably already on. I quickly logged out and ran into the great room, grabbed the remote, and toggled to YouTube TV live and the news. I had no way of knowing if I'd missed it or not, but I sat back on the couch to watch. Seeing a commercial, I ran into the kitchen, opened a beer, and came back and sat down to watch. Within five minutes, I was rewarded with the anchor showing a still picture of a panther and leading with "Tales of Carolina Panthers have now been put to rest. No longer a myth, local wildlife biologist, Dr. Joe Green, has captured photos of his elusive prey on video that was leaked to national media today. Our own, Sharon Bryce has the storyÉ"
The camera opened with a standup shot of a hot blonde, big-chested, standing in front of the Nantahala Forest Station office in Hendersonville with other news vans also clearly on the scene.
"Thanks Carol. I'm reporting live tonight from the Nantahala Forest Station administration office in Hendersonville where news leaked this morning that an area scientist had confirmed numerous mythological sightings of the heretofore believed extinct Carolina Panther." Here the camera went to still images of Joe's panther shot in MY BACKYARD with an evidently night-vision camera. I quickly started texting the Dads to turn on the channel 4 news NOW!
"Evidence of Dr. Joe Green's more than a decade long exploration of panthers has led him from doctoral work in the swamps of Florida, where the big cats still roam, back here to his home in the NC mountains. We spoke with Dr. Green briefly this morning," she continued. The camera moved from the stills of the cat to a pre-recorded view of Joe outside that same forest service office. Oh My God! He was trimmed and wearing a tie. I mean, his beard was trimmed, his hair had obviously been cut (and very stylishly, I might add) and he was wearing a white shirt that strained across his hairy pecs and upper biceps and a mottled, blue tie.
"Dr. Joe Green," Sharon began, "thanks for speaking to us on camera. I understand that you have no idea who leaked the images of your research to the media?" "Uhm, Ms. Bryce, I'm still working on the presentation of my years' worth of research on this project. When it's completed, I'll, um, be prepared to speak to, um, the media at that time." Joe was clearly nervous and I could tell that perhaps he was starting to sweat through the pits of that dress shirt. He turned as if to goÉ was he really going to stop with a `no comment' I wondered?
"Just a few more questions, Dr. Green, Joe, if you would?" Sharon demurred. Oh, this bitch was good. Joe turned and glanced at her ample cleavage before looking back at her face and then the camera. Oh shit! He doesn't stand a chance with this barracuda, I thought. "Can you confirm that your research has definitely shown a Carolina panther, a wildcat, does exist in the NC mountains?"
Joe cleared his throat. "Felis Concolor Couguar, more recently known as Puma concolor couguar or panther has been verified by my research in multiple video and still photo evidence," Joe began. Sharon, excitable now, cut off his next explanation with a new question.
"Can you explain why this panther isn't black, Dr. Green? I mean, our own Carolina Panthers mascot is black isn't it?" Joe looked at her like she was the dumbest girl in class. Uh oh, I thought.
"Felis Couguar bears the dun, or mostly golden, color markings of all panthers native to North America. Whether they are called panthers in the east or cougars and/or the misnomer of Mountain Lion in the west, they are all variations of this color. There are no documented cases of melanistic, or black (he emphasized) cougars anywhere in North America ever, except in legend and myth of course." Joe corrected her.
"But of course," she added, "the Carolina Panther was also myth, correct?"
"No," Joe responded. "The last record of a panther, killed in the NC mountains just east of Cashiers, was in 1946. That carcass was documented and photographed. No other has been seen since and most of my colleagues, other wildlife biologists, considered it extinct. Most sightings over the last decade or so have mostly been attributed to bob cats, bears or the common house cat. That is, until I discovered tracks and scat in research about six years ago."
"Can you tell me where you found it?" She asked.
"It's a female," he corrected, "and no. The location, and her wide track, will remain secret for the animal's protection." Joe turned to go off camera.
"Thank you, Dr. Green," Sharon gushed, "one last question?"
Joe looked over his very broad, and massive shoulder as it seemed on camera.
"Are you married?" Sharon asked with a smarmy smile into the camera. Joe turned and didn't answer the question. What a hussy, I thought! The gall of that woman. Now every crazy panther tracker would be out in the mountains after our cat, and every single woman in NC would be after Joe.
My phone exploded with texts:
"Holy Shit! He's hot butter on toast! I can't believe that's lil Joey Green!" Luke texted. "And he doesn't look `wild' at all."
AndÉ "Damn son. He cleaned up well,but I think he was hotter with the wild, mountain man beard!" Dad texted immediately after.
And then Luke: "call us so we can re-hash. Has he called you?"
I responded to both in a group text:
"Stop! You guys R nuts - don't need to re-hash. He did text me and tell me 2 watch news. I gotta get back to work. It's just after 3 PM in Cali."
Luke responded immediately: "That Sharon Bryce is a real bitch, I hear!"
Brock: "Uh oh, Daddy's claws are outÉ"
I lowered the volume on the TV and returned to my new home office. How was I supposed to concentrate on work with the thought of Joe's pecs bursting out of that dress shirt. And that deep baritone voice talking about his catÉ Adjusting my cock in my shorts, I headed back into the second bedroom.
Tuesday, Brock:
I looked up from the counter where I was preparing our lunch sandwiches when I heard the door opening, expecting to see my handsome husband walking through the door from his office. Instead, I saw our son come walking in, looking hearty and handsome in a light blue buttoned-down shirt and a pressed pair of khakis.
"Hey Dad," he said, coming over to give me a side hug and a kiss and then sitting at the bar. "I was hoping I would be in time for lunch."
I pushed a paper plate with a fully involved roast beef sandwich in front of him and then reached back into the fridge to get out the fixings so I could prepare another for Luke who should be walking in momentarily.
"Here you go, Bud. Let me just fix another one for Luke. What brings you back to town?" I asked.
"Hey, I can make my own if Doc is gonna eat this one," He demurred.
"No worries, Bud. I got it. Y'all are both the roast beef guys. I'd give you mine but it's all turkey and I know it's not your favorite." I said.
He laughed. "Yeah, Doc and I are real meat men all the way," I smiled at the little dig and waited.
"Oh," he said with a mouth full, "I'm going to see Doc Rosenstein. 2 PM appointment."
"Good," I answered. "It'll be a relief to Luke to know you're on the pill. How'd therapy go with Maggie this morning?"
Still chewing, he then swallowed and looked at me. "It's therapy, Dad. It's private."
"But you know, we'll both want to know," I countered smiling slyly at him from the toasted rye I swathed with brown mustard.
"Want to know what?" Luke asked, bounded in full of energy. He tossled Jason's well-gelled and just-so hair just to irritate him and leaned in to kiss me. "Is that my lunch?"
"No," I said, pointing at the half-eaten sandwich now in Jason's mouth. "That was your lunch. This is your `new' lunch." I smiled and put it on the counter top next to Jason. Luke grabbed a diet tea from the fridge and then plopped down in the bar chair next to our boy.
"What do we both want to know?" He asked looking at us both.
"I asked Jason how his session went with Maggie this morning and he said it was private." I answered.
"Private?" Luke questioned, raising one eyebrow hilariously at Jason. "Your Dad and I have observed every orifice of your said personage and you think therapy is private?" Then he added archly, quoting, "`And in this private plot be we the first/that shall salute our rightful sovereign.'"
Jason looked questioningly to me. I smiled, "rightful sovereign would make me guess Henry IV unless it might also be King Lear."
"Right the first time!" Luke pointed at me, then to Jason. "He's sexy and smart. You'd do well to find one just like him. Oh wait!" he said running into the other room. He returned with a worn copy of the Mountaineer, circa 1997 and a bookmarked page. He opened it up and put it on the bar next to my plate.
"Get a load of that pic," Luke said pointing at the page. It was a multi-picture spread of the Mountain High Boys Basketball team but the snap he pointed out showed a 30 something Coach Luke with his arm around the neck of a skinny, tall, dark-haired boy as he pointed toward the basketball court. Clearly it was a shot of Luke with Joe and he was giving him directions before he put him back into the game. I could not rationalize the sight of this wraith of a boy with the hirsute, muscled man I'd met on the mountain last spring or the one we'd seen on last night's news. And the sight of my husband, even though I'd seen all of these old yearbooks and online photos over time, never ceased to amaze me. Coach Luke, with that head full of dark hair, graying at the temples even then, clean-shaven and ripped in his snug coaching shirt and pants, was a damned stud! Jason grabbed his cellphone and took a couple pictures of it. I knew he'd probably be texting it to Joe later. Luke interrupted my reveree by asking Jason once again, "Now, what did you and Maggie talk about?"
"Jesus!" Jason groaned, wiping the crumbs from his mouth and the sprouting of a beard he was now sporting. "She had lots of questions about the two of you and your relationship and how I came to be a part of your `family'? I wondered if she even knew you two at all."
"Oh really?" I countered, smiling at Luke. "Well, Maggie has given your Dad enough therapy that she should probably recognize me from a photo of just my hairy ass! If I were developing your therapy, I'd say she's probably going to try and frame your views of homosexual marriage and physical, intimate relationships from your experiences with the only stable one you know Ð ours."
"Again," Luke said, beaming at me proudly with his mouth full, "sexy and smart!"
"It was good, guys, okay?" Jason laughed. "I don't want to rehash but I think she'll be great to talk to, even if it is just one more zoom meeting I have to attend. This working long distance sucks."
"Tell me about it," Luke concurred.
"Thanks for lunch, Dad. That was a really good sandwich," Jason said. "Can I have another?" I put down the last half of my uneaten turkey sandwich and popped two more pieces of rye into the toaster.
"You can fix your own sandwich," Luke said to Jason.
"You mean like you did?" Jason shot back.
"Guys," I mused, raising my hands palm up. Why did I feel like I'd spent this last week since Jay returned refereeing the two of them. "I like fixing for both of you. Makes me feel needed. Now quit your sniping and just eat your lunch. Jason stopped by on his way to Barry's office," I said to Luke.
"Oh? Better prepare him," Luke smiled.
"What?" Jason asked innocently, wolfing down his second sandwich.
I laughed. "Luke thinks Barry gets a bit handsy every now and then," I answered.
"He definitely holds my nuts longer than he needs to and his prostate exams often seem like prostate massages," Luke argued. We all laughed at that one.
"Well, Barry and Lee have been happily partnered since his residency, so I don't know why he'd want to mess with your sweaty hairy nuts when he has the smooth and beautiful nuts of his Asian partner to feel up?" I teased Luke.
"I'm not making it up," Luke answered smugly.
Jason swigged the last of his water and put his paper plate in the trash can. "Gotta run, guys," he said, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek and then hugging and doing the same to Luke. "I probably won't stop by after but will call you tonight or sometime this week to let you know how it went."
"Bye son," I said.
"Sometime this week?" Luke asked, but Jason was already out the back door. "sometime this week?" he asked again, looking at me.
"In his own time, Handsome. He's as stubborn as you are," I said and sat down on the bench beside him to finally eat the last half of my turkey sandwich on whole wheat.
"Let's just hope all his STD tests are negative," Luke began.
"Quit your worrying, Ol' man," I said, reaching out one hand and grabbing his neck. I loved the feel of him in my grip, always. "You worry too much for all of us. He'll be okay. And if not, we'll deal with it. Now pass me some of those kettle chips if Junior didn't eat them all."
Jason:
I could not understand why I needed to sit here freezing in a hospital gown under an a/c vent on the table and wait. Why'd I dress up for this? I'd already given what seemed like a gallon of blood and pissed in the cup and I'd been waiting here for what seemed like hours as goose bumps drifted up my spine. Finally, the golden wooden door opened and the balding, pot-bellied Dr. Barry Rosenstein walked into exam room B.
"Afternoon, Jason. My, my, you have certainly filled out since your college graduation. Is that the last time I saw you?" he asked stretching out his arm to shake my hand. I laughed from behind my mask.
"Maybe? Probably not. I think the Dads had me come in that summer for a thorough physical and then update my shots before I headed off to California and graduate school at Stanford," I responded.
"Ah, yes," he referred to the laptop in his other arm. "Your records here show late July of that year. Did you provide info to reception about your last doctor in California?"
"Yes sir. They have all the info and said they could probably update your record here by tomorrow."
"So, you think you'll be staying in Carolina for a while then?" He asked.
"Yes sir. Seeing as how I left things out there, I'd rather be here closer to family," I smiled realizing facial expressions couldn't sell anything when wearing a mask.
Dr. Barry asked me to lie back down on the examination table and began to poke, prod, and touch. He asked to lift up the gown and then he felt up my cock and balls. He examined them closely.
"We should have initial results of STD and blood tests tomorrow, son, but there are no visible issues with your penis. Roll over and get on all fours and we'll check the anus and prostate." I followed his directions and since he was already gloved up, I waited breathing in short breaths.
"Just relax, Jason. We men who are into ass-play really shouldn't feel embarrassed about having our anus examined," he said.
How the fuck did he know I was in to `ass-play? I wondered. Should he be saying that? I felt the now-lubed finger enter my hole easily and he worked it around wiggling until I felt him make contact with my prostate. He thumped it a few times and I could feel my cock start to harden.
"Okay, looks okay. Stand up." I did so, and he reached around under my gown, grabbed my nuts, and told me to cough. "Look to your left and do it again," he commanded.
I did so. Damn, this was weird.
"Okay, you can sit back down, son." He took out his stethoscope listened to me breath and cough a few more times, then pulled down the stetho and faced me.
"You look healthy as a horse to me, Jason. Obviously, some weight gain since you were here last, but you were just a skinny kid then. You're full-grown now," He laughed sort of feeling up my shoulder. "Anus shows some stretching, but nothing I wouldn't expect from a sexually active adult homosexual male. No evidence of tearing or infection though, which means all is good. Prostate felt normal and not enlarged. I'll wait on the bloodwork, but based on what you said on the phone, we'll want to do another round of bloodwork in four weeks even if these results are negative. A sexually active partner, whom you don't know whether they were playing safe or not, puts you at added risk. Any current partners you have now are also at-risk through you, so safe play, condom only for four weeks. Capishe?"
"Yes, Doc, I understand," I said. Feeling like a chastened child. It wasn't my damned fault my ex was a cheating bastard! "What about the PRep?"
"I'm sending the prescription online now unless you want a print one." He said.
"Print please," I answered. "I've got to figure out a local pharmacy up near where I'm living right now."
"Okay, Stud," he said. "You get dressed, tell Jill on the way out that I need you back in four weeks for blood work only, and she'll give you the script. It was good to see you again, Son. I'm sorry about your recent breakup. Oh, and tell your Dad I said hello." He shook my hand and headed out the door, obviously ready to see the next patient. Clearly, he'd meant his message for Brock and not both of my Dads. Why did that creep me out?
By 4 PM, I was turning off 25 onto my secondary road and almost at the cabin drive when my cell phone rang. I was so unused to it that I pulled off the road, realizing at any moment I could lose the signal. I looked at caller ID. It was Joe.
"Hello," I said, waiting on a response. "Hello!" I said again when none came.
"Oh, hey man. You must be out in the mountains. It cut out on me for a second. Hey, you got a minute?" Joe asked.
"Yeah Bud," I said, "What's up? Great news appearance by the way."
"Oh shit, man," Joe groused, that deep, sonorous baritone of his making me hard just hearing it through my smart phone. "You don't know the half of it. This whole thing has blown the fuck up. That's why I'm calling by the way. I need a favor and I know we just met, but I'm hoping you'll say yes."
I smiled, wondering what I could do for this guy. "Sure, what is it? Want me to kill that reporter for you?" I teased.
He laughed. "Damn! Did you see how she flashed her tits at me? Seriously, and it was obvious I looked at `em on camera. Anyway, that's not it. No. But listen, I need a place to crash for a few nights. Last night and today have been nuts. She gave my home address with her online story, the bitch, and news vans have covered up both the office and my house. I was able to get Gran down the block to her friend, O'Della's house, but I need a place to lay low for a few nights. I really hate to ask, but since you're also hiding out from the press, I immediately thought of you."
I hesitated. Could I handle this guy living in my cabin for the next 3 or 4 days? I needed to work and focus on my therapy. I wasn't sure I could handle a 24-7 booty call. He must've sensed my hesitation in my lack of quick response because he went on, "Look. I know it's a lot to ask. I'd stay with my friend Bob and his wife Cindy, but they are expecting their third child in a few months and their house is not that big. I'd have to sleep on the couch, which they've offered, but I just feel like I'm in the way. And I knew you said you had an extra room. But it's okay, I know it's a lot to ask. I can check into a motel. It's just Ð that will be traceable too, if these crazy reporters really want to find me."
I exhaled and answered, `No, it's fine. Of course, you can stay with me. I just, I wasn't sure you'd feel comfortable. I've set up my home office in that second room and it's kind of crowded but I can make it work. Just come on."
"Well thanks! It's late and I know I can't make it tonight. I need to get Gran settled at O'Della's. Gran is kind of liking being a celebrity by the way. And I need to try and sneak away. Is it okay if I show up really early tomorrow? Best chance of sneaking out then," he all but begged.
"Sure man. I'm happy to have you. We'll be two celebrities hiding out from the paparazzi," I teased. Then immediately second-guessed myself. Seriously? Paparazzi? I sounded like a pompous idiot.
"Um, okay. Cool man. See you tomorrow," He said, and hung up. I looked at the cell phone in my hand. What the fuck did I just sign up for, I wondered. I checked my rear-view, adjusted the prescription bag on the passenger seat, and pulled back out onto the highway. In a second, I'd be back at the cabin hidden in the woods. Alone. At least for one more night. I wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing, but it was okay. This time last week I'd been cleaning and crying my eyes out. Now, I was going to have a house guest. A friend over. Or was he a fuck-buddy? Don't over think it, Jason, I thought. Just go with the flow. What would my Dad do? Doc? Time to start figuring out what Jason would do and not worry about what anyone else thought. Time to be my own man for a change. I could do this!
I thought again of Dr. Joe Green. The somewhat polished, trimmed biologist on camera and then the ragged, wild-haired partner in my bed, looming over me with all that sexy hair and those blue eyes and raw sex appeal. I adjusted my hardening cock in my khakis and realized the Jeep was in front of the cabin. I hadn't even realized I'd made it home.
Stay tuned for Chapter XII when Joe comes to stay for a whileÉ