Life After College

Chapter 2


\"You should be ashamed of yourself. Being the way you are and practicing medicine on our children.\" She walked out the room. I was pissed. Someone is in here ruining my name. My sexual preference has nothing to do with the way I practice medicine. I respect children. I don\'t do something as bad as violate them!

Before my shift was over, I was called into Alex Walton\'s office. Alex was head of our hospital. \"Sit down Andrew.\" I complied. \"Do you know why I called you in here?\"

\"I\'m not sure.\"

\"Word has gone around that you have a sexual preference for men and that you take a liking to young boys. Is this true?\"

\"No.\"

\"Are you sure? I run a very clean cut operation here and I don\'t want to be employing some sexual predator.\"

\"No sir. I am not.\"

\"Did you get word of this?\"

\"Yes I did. It had gotten around to the employees and with the exception of a few women, they all started to distance themselves away from me. Someone also started telling my patients these..........allegations, and they now refuse to see me.\"

\"Do you know who started these rumors?\"

\"No I don\'t, but I will find out.\"

Alex pressed the button on his intercom. \"Helen, send him in please.\" Just then, in walks Dennis Hurt, the guy I kissed on his ear at the party infront of his girlfriend. He apparently worked in another department in the hospital since he was dressed in doctor\'s scrubs. He smiled this sinister smile at me and sat down. \"Dennis, I was tipped off that you were the one who was spreading these allegations around. Is that true?\"

\"Yes sir.\" It took all the willpower I had to keep from beating the shit out of him. I simply turned in my seat so I wouldn\'t have to look at him and bit my finger.

\"How did you come up with this?\"

\"As you were sir, I was tipped off by a source myself.\" That bastard was lying.

\"Bullshit.\" I whispered.

\"I beg your pardon?\" Alex said to me.

\"Dennis is lying Mr. Walton. He has no source. He\'s just doesn\'t like me.\"

\"That\'s not true. We just lost contact with each other during college.\"

\"Oh yeah? And what happened during college, Dennis? Do you remember?\" Dennis opened his mouth but didn\'t speak. He knew if he told Mr.Walton that we stopped speaking because he didn\'t want to have sex with me anymore because he was afraid someone would find out, he would get himself in trouble.

\"Well,\" Mr. Walton started. \"Do you have any proof of this, Dennis?\"

He dropped his head. \"No sir.\"

\"Very well. Then this is nothing more than a childish rumor fueled by an old argument back in college. And until you can present proof of what you say Dennis or give a public apology to the entire staff, you are suspended. Andrew, you are to be given a two week leave with pay. I have nothing else to say.\" With that, we both walked out the office and went our separate ways.

When I got home, I walked straight upstairs and took a hot bath. I lit inscents, poured aroma therapy crystals in the tub, anything to get my mind at ease. When I got out, I put on my thick blue cotton robe and watched my new neighbors as they unloaded boxes. How I envied them. To be able to live a life without secrets must be amazing.

Dicky came home a few hours later and I told him about what happened at work. \"I\'m so sorry this happened to you.\" He said as he sat next to me on the bed after he changed into a t-shirt and lounge pants.

\"I can never seem to get a break. First my parents don\'t want anything to do with me, now my co-workers are afraid to touch me or talk to me.\" I shook my head in disbelief as tears were forming in my eyes.

\"I\'m not afraid to touch you.\" He put his arms around my shoulders. \"As a matter of fact, I think that\'s what you need right now.\"

\"What?\"

\"Just shut up now. No more talking. Just relax.\" He leaned me back on the bed. Then walked downstairs to the kitchen and brought back a box of crushed ice, strawberries, whipped cream, and pineapple slicings. He set them down on the bed beside me, opened my robe, and grabbed a bottle of body oil and a silk hankerchief from our dresser. He tied the cloth over my eyes then removed my robe completely. With plenty of oil on his hands, he slowly rubbed me across my chest and shoulders then down my stomach. I could feel the oil warming my skin, releasing my buried tension. He moved to my thighs and calves, then my hands and arms. Then he rolled me on my stomach and performed the same gesture with the same slow passionate intensity. Pressing his hands deep into my skin, he ran them down my back causing me to squeeze the pillow and moan slowly. I heard him laugh.

He rolled me back over and kissed me. I heard him rustling his hand in the ice box as he grazed a crushed piece over my lips before putting it in my mouth. One by one, Dicky slid pieces of fruit in my mouth. Then he grabbed the container of whipped cream and sprayed it all around my erection. Holding me by the base, he enclosed me in his mouth and slowly sucked it off me. I arched my back in ecstacy and gripped the bedsheets. When I finally reached a climax, he turned me over and placed my hands around the wooden beams of the headboard. He removed his shirt and pants and we made love in the most passionate, sensual, and loving way I could ever imagine.

The next day was a beautiful Saturday morning. Dicky was in the kitchen fixing breakfast and I was sitting in the den watching Saturday morning cartoons after he refused my help. There was a knock at the door. \"Hello.\" I said smiling to the young blonde woman and her curly brunette child.

\"Hi. My name is Jessica Graves. This is my daughter Sofia. We\'re your new neighbors.\"

\"Oh, welcome to the neighborhood. Come on in.\" I shut the door behind them. \"Babe, we\'ve got company.\" I yelled to Dicky. He came out from the kitchen. \"This is Jessica and Sofia Graves. Our new neighbors.\"

\"Welcome.\" He shook their hands. \"Beautiful daughter.\"

\"Thank you.\" The woman said. \"I guess we just came over to make nice with the people next door.\"

\"Well, we are glad you came by.\" I said. \"Would you care to stay and have breakfast with us?\" I saw the little girl smile.

\"Oh, we couldn\'t..........\"

\"I don\'t know,\" Dicky said. \"I think your daughter says otherwise.\"

\"Ok. I don\'t want us to intrude on anything.\"

\"Trust me.\" I escorted them to our deck overlooking our pool. \"You\'re not.\"

Dicky had prepared eggs, bacon, toast, and sliced fruit to eat and we took it all outside to our new guests. Together we sat and talked about ourselves and soon we became fast friends. They came from Seattle after Jessica’s husband, Daniel, found a new job at some electric company. She’s a stay at home mom and young Sofia is starting kindergarten. Dicky and I became fast friends with Jessica and we exchanged numbers before she left.

We were standing in the front door waving goodbye to our new neighbors, when Dicky wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my neck. “I’ve got to get ready for work.”

I looked at him stunned. “You don’t work weekends.”

“I know. I normally don’t, but one of the guys caught ill and they need me to fill in.” Dicky saw my jaw rise when I bit my teeth together. He knew when I did that, I was pissed. “Baby, you know I’d be here with you if I had a choice. But I don’t.”

“I know. I just hope this doesn’t become a habit. They won’t start calling you every time someone is out sick, will they?”

“No. I won’t let them. They won’t take my weekends with you away from me.” He saw I started to relax a bit. “So, what are you going to do while I’m gone?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably go into town and shop. Pick up a few groceries.”

I felt Dicky shaking behind me as he laughed. “You sound like a true wife.”

I smiled as I walked passed him into the house. “That’s because I am.”

After he got out the shower, I hopped in and did a quick wash and dressed in fitted jeans, a black tank -October in California was still rather hot- black Chuck Taylor’s, and a black head cap. Dicky was just making his way out the door when I came downstairs and stole a kiss from him before he left.

“This would look gorgeous on Dicky.” I was in Gucci holding up a midnight blue button down shirt, when I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I turned around and nearly dropped the shirt when I found out who it was. “Peter Cambridge.”

“Hello Andrew Payne.” He smiled warmly at me. He always had perfect teeth.

“Hi. I ah........long time no see.”

“Yeah. I’ve been keeping a low profile since I quit teaching.”

I suddenly felt guilty. “I’m sorry, Peter. It’s my fault. I should’ve never ousted you like that to your wife.........”

Peter waved it off. “Don’t think anything about it. I don’t. What happened that night, opened my eyes to my life. I was living a lie. I like men. Not just some men and a few women, but men only. I couldn’t keep putting my wife through all that. We’re divorced now. She’s moved on and so have I. I’m dating someone now.” He pointed to a fellow behind me. He looked around his own age with short blonde hair, tan skin, and crystal blue eyes. He was shuffling through a rack of clothes. “That’s Lloyd Bana. We’ve been together for over eight months now.”

“I’m so happy for you, Peter.”

Peter looked down at my left hand. “I see you’ve met Mr. Right.”

I rubbed my ring and blushed. “Yeah. Richard Taylor and I got married a few weeks ago.”

“Oh! You and Richard? Who knew, you were looking for love and found it right next door to your bedroom.” I smiled.

“Well, what are you doing now?” I asked.

“I’m a social worker. It gets tough at times, but I love it. It’s especially good to know that when tough times come,” he looked over my shoulder to Lloyd and grinned. “You can have someone at home to comfort you.”

I sighed and thought about what happened to me at work and how comforting Dicky was for me. “I know that all too well.”

“Yeah? What do you do?”

“I’m a pediatrician.”

“Wow. Great field, Andrew.”

Lloyd walked over to us. “Hon, you ready to go?” He asked Peter.

“Yeah. Andrew, this is Lloyd. Lloyd, Andrew.”

“We shook hands. “Nice to meet you, Andrew.”

“Likewise.”

“Well,” Peter started. I slightly glanced down and saw him lace his fingers with Lloyd’s. “we’d better get going. Still have a lot of stops to make this beautiful Saturday morning. Good seeing you again, Andrew. And tell Richard I said hello.”

“I sure will.” I smiled as they walked out the store together. Back in college, he and I couldn’t even have eye contact unless it was under closed doors. Even though it’s not me that’s with him, I’m glad to see he’s more liberated than he once was. But it’s all right though, I’m kept more than satisfied at home.

It was six o’clock and I was laying across the couch asleep when Dicky came home from his shift. Tossing his big gym bag by the door, he walked down the hall and followed the scent of food to the kitchen. I had fixed beef and potatoes, my mother’s creamed corn with green and red peppers, and dinner rolls.

I felt warm lips kissing me softly all over my face. “Baby?” I stirred but didn’t wake. He ran his fingers through my hair once and scratched the back of my head gently. I blinked my eyes and stretched. Though my vision was blurry, I could still see my love’s face smiling down at me. “Hey beautiful.”

“Hey. Dinner is ready in the kitchen.”

Dicky held up his plate in his hand. “I know.”

Dicky sat next to me and ate, while I told him about my lonely day. “So, you ran into Professor Cambridge, huh? How’s he doing?”

“Okay, I guess. He’s no longer teaching, he’s a social worker, and he’s divorced his wife and found a lover he’s been with for eight months now.”

“Wow. He’s really moved on.”

“Yeah. He’s seems to be happy with him.”

“So, what did you buy me?” Dicky asked me.

“And how do you figure I bought you anything?”

“Because you always buy me something when you go shopping.”

I smiled. “You’re right.” I ran upstairs and brought back three shopping bags of clothes.

After I modeled my clothes, and made him model his, he called it an early night. He wasn’t used to working six days and his body was tired. Feeling bored, I climbed in bed with him. With one small lamp on, I sat up and read a novel, while Dicky laid across my waist and slept. Mysteries were my favorite; especially Sherlock Holmes. I read for maybe an hour and a half, when I felt Dicky lift up my t-shirt to kiss me on my hip. He knew that was one of the special spots that gets me going- if you know what I mean- and he laughed when I gasped. “You’re supposed to be asleep.” I said.

“I know. But those few minutes of sleep energized me a bit.” He took the book from my hands and placed the bookmark in it before placing it on the small table beside the bed. He tossed the sheets that were covering us down the bed, grabbed me by the back of my legs and slid me down the bed until I was laying flat on my back. Crawling in-between my legs, Dicky lifted my shirt to show my left nipple and he started to lick it. Have you ever had someone do that to you? It feels SO DAMN GOOD; I couldn’t hold back a moan. He sucked on it and bit it a little until it stood erect, then went to the other. I just ran my hands through his hair and down his bare back. I could feel my erection starting to grow and it was pressing against his lower abdomen. I lifted my hips and rubbed against him.

Dicky ran his hands down my sides to my hips and stopped me, then pulled my white Diesel briefs down my legs. He grabbed the KY from the drawer next to us and rubbed it over his fingers. First, he pushed one finger inside me and started pumping slowly. Then, he added another and started scissoring me. Then he squeezed in a third. He found my special place and rubbed against it. I let out an audible moan and quickly tried to jerk myself, but he wouldn’t let me. When he started rubbing over it repeatedly and I began to reach an orgasm, he pulled his fingers out and watched me as I grabbed the sheets under me and tried to control my panting. When my rush died down, Dicky climbed back on top of me, pushed his boxers down his legs and entered me. He laid his forehead against mine and we both gritted our teeth together as he slowly pushed himself in inch by inch. “When I clocked in this morning,” Dicky started once he began slowly fucking me. “I got word from my new lieutenant, that he wanted to see me in his office.”

I was trying my hardest to pay attention to what he was saying, but it’s really hard trying to concentrate, when you’ve got a 8\" dick inside you. “Oh really?” I managed to respond.

“Yeah. When I got in there, he told me he liked to have a good relationship with his officers. So, he invited me out to dinner with him next Friday at Zuma’s restaurant.” He started to speed up and push deeper with his rhythms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes, as he leaned down to bite and kiss at my neck. “I really want you to come with me.” ~So do I!!!~ Was what I wanted to yell, but I knew that wasn’t what he was talking about. My heart was racing and my full erection was getting fucked perfectly against his stomach, that I couldn’t have told you what 2+2 was if you asked me. I started to pant again.

“Does.........Does he know.......about you?”

Dicky started to roll his hips and grind against me. He did that when he was approaching an orgasm, and I was right there with him. “I told him........ah........when he.........when he first reported in.” He groaned. “Will you go with me to Zuma’s Friday?”

He started to angle his penetrations and I began to wonder what he was doing. “Dicky.............” He hit my prostate and I arched my back in a loud moan. I figured that must’ve sent him over the edge, because he started ramming into me hard, hitting my prostate every time. “Oh shit!” Slipped out of my mouth.

“Say yes.” Dicky whispered in my ear. I just kept moaning louder. “Say yes, baby.” He said again, and I lost it.

“YES! YES! YES!” I hollered as we finally came together. Dicky rested his head on my shoulder and I rubbed the back of his sweaty head. “Did you coax me into having dinner with you and your lieutenant by having sex with me?”

“Of course not, baby.” He murmured as sleep started to overtake him. I just rolled my eyes. ~Quite the little persuader~. I thought.