Someone for Doug

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author.

If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read background, before you get any mind-blowing sex scenes. If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fictional setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you continue enjoying the story. LJB

Someone for Doug

Chapter 1

Name: Dr. Richard (Rich) James M.D. Age: 42 Position: Family Medicine Practitioner, Staff member Broughton County Hospital,

Board Certified in Pediatrics and Family Medicine. Relationships: Widower, My Dad, Josh's lover. ************************************************************** Name: Joshua (Josh) Langton R.N., B.Sc.N., R.M.T. Age: 37 Position: Clinical Coordinator, Forensic Psychiatric Unit., Broughton County Hospital. Relationships: My Dad's lover, my best friend. ************************************************************** Name: Douglas (Doug) James Age: 17 Position: Student, Member Academic Honour Society, Captain Wrestling Team,

Student Council President. Relationships: Friend to many, lover to none. ************************************************************** Name: Theodore (Teddy) Taylor Age: 14 Position: Grade 9 student Relationships: Wannabe to Doug James ************************************************************** Name: Jane Taylor R.N., P.H.N. Age: 36 Position: Public Health Nurse Relationships: Divorced, Teddy's Mother. **************************************************************

Dr. Richard James M.D., is my Dad and I am Doug. He is a Family Practitioner and I am still a student. He has had a practice in this town for about 17 years, since just after I was born. He and Mom moved here, bought a house, set up his practice , had me and then she died when I was five years old. We still live in the house they selected and I think my Dad will live here as long as he is alive.

Josh and my Dad met each other over ten years ago, but only got together about seven years ago, when I was 10. I knew they were friends and they went out together, but as truly sexy as my father is, I never looked on him as a sexual being and never thought anything about their relationship. Pretty standard approach for kids about their parents. I was often included in outings with the two of them, movies, ball games, bowling, picnics, swimming. I never looked on Josh as competition, I always considered him to be my friend as well and he made every attempt to assure me that was true. Josh was very reluctant about moving in with us until I was old enough to understand their relationship.

My father had always been open with me about sexuality. He didn't instruct me by lecture, rather by personal example. I showered with Dad periodically since I was old enough to stand up by myself and in fact before that he use to carry me into the shower with him when I was really little. The male body was not a mystery to me. With Dad as an example, I knew what a well built man was suppose to look like. Dad was about 5'9" and really solidly built. In high school and college he had been a wrestler and he had maintained his weight training regime and diet over the years. He was muscular, trim and handsome.

Dad began to expand my knowledge about sexuality the day at about seven years of age I came home with an important question.

"Dad. Brian Wilder says his big brother, Jeff, fucked Jane Ericks and got her pregnant." I told my somewhat stunned father. "What does that mean ?"

Dad took the cue and he and I started having talks about love and life. These were not formal lessons, they were just discussions between him and me which resulted in my learning information which would be useful to me in my life and relationships. Because of Dad's openness and candor I was able to emulate him and ask him the important things other boys seemed to struggle over. Often when my friends talked about sex I would laugh at them and tell them what "the Doctor" said.

When I was 12, Dad and Josh sat down with me and explained their relationship. They explained their love for each other and assured me their love also extended to include me. They explained they wished us all to share our lives with each other. Josh was going to move in with us and he would be sleeping in Dad's room. I was thrilled by the idea of having Josh with us all the time. Again, not thinking of them as sexual beings, I didn't think beyond what I was being told.

Josh's arrival went great. Dad was busy with patient duties, but I helped Josh move his things with a couple of his other friends. Over the course of the first month, I became Josh's constant companion when we weren't at school or work. He worked steady weekdays during my school times, so we were together most other times. I was afraid he would get tired of me, but he always seemed to go out of his way to know what I was doing and see if he could be a part of it.

One Saturday morning, I went charging into their bedroom hoping to have my morning shower with my Dad. Josh was alone in bed and he told me Dad had an early call from the hospital and needed to go for awhile. I guess I looked disappointed and Josh said I could have a morning shower with him if I wanted. It didn't take much to think it over before I agreed. We had our shower and it was almost as good as when I was with Dad. Josh and I soaped each other's backs and he washed my hair just like Dad would have done. I even found out Josh was ticklish the same as me and my Dad.

Now Josh was no slacker in the good looking men department either. He was built like a football player. Muscular arms, thick chest and powerful legs. He had six pack abdominals and a narrow waist and hips. Unlike me and Dad who had dark coloured hair, Josh's hair was blonde. He had some on his chest, his stomach, lots around his penis and on his thighs and shins. I noticed something very different about Josh too. His penis had skin covering it up. Josh had the first uncut cock I had ever seen.

Being the open, inquisitive kid that I was, I asked him about it. Being Josh, he told me and showed me how the skin pulled back when he cleaned himself. He was open and responsive with me, just like Dad had always been. It was getting kind of like having two fathers around the house.

Another Saturday not too long after that, I again barged into their bedroom first thing in the morning and found a naked Josh laying on top of a naked Dad with Dad's legs wrapped around Josh's waist, Josh's ass moving up and down while they were kissing each other. Dad must have seen me out of the corner of his eye, because he turned his head toward me breaking their kiss.

"Oh my God." Dad groaned out. Josh also turned his head and catching my eyes and holding them with his, he spoke to me in his normal quiet voice.

"Did you knock before you came in ?" I stood with my mouth open and slowly shook my head, still fixed on his eyes. He wasn't angry, he just took everything in stride. "Then you now know we are busy, you can go back to your room and wait." I turned around and left closing the door behind me. I don't think Josh missed a stroke through the entire event.

About 15 minutes later, Dad came to my bedroom and invited me to come back to talk with them. I went back to their room and sat on their bed.

"You know Sport, your Dad and I explained to you before I agreed to move in that we loved each other." Josh reminded me. "Do you remember ?" I agreed I did.

"When you and I talked about love I told you about a number of ways people express their love physically, even when they are two people of the same sex." Dad reminded me as well. "Do you remember ?" I agreed with that too.

"I suppose you didn't put the two things together concerning Josh and me, did you ?" Dad asked. I slowly shook my head `no'.

"Do you understand now ?" Josh wanted to know. I nodded. "And is it okay ?" he questioned further. I thought about it and they waited while I thought.

"Can I do it ?" I wanted to know.

"When you're old enough and find someone you love, who loves you back." Dad replied.

"Okay." I responded.

"Then from now on you knock and wait to see if you are invited in." Dad told me. "Sometimes it might not be convenient for several different reasons. We will do the same for your room. Knock and wait to be invited in. Is that fair ?" I agreed it was.

They then invited me to climb in bed with them and we talked some more and played and wrestled and tickled. Afterward, we all had a shower together and soaped each other's backs.

I didn't know it at the time, but Dad and Josh living together caused a bit of a stir in our town. Neither one of them ever tried to hide their relationship with each other. When they went out together they acted like two friends who enjoyed the company of each other and those they were with. Romance for them was a private thing and it was reserved for when they were alone or in our house. I thought nothing special of seeing them kiss or touch each other lovingly, but they did not flaunt their feelings for each other in public.

The community controversy was low key, but still a few (very few) of Dad's patients left his practice because of his homosexual relationship. Their places were quickly taken by other families and when most of them decided to return to his care they found there were no spaces available. Professionally, Dad was very well qualified and was the best Family Practitioner in our region. He was very respected by his colleagues and although some of the older Doctors tried to condemn his lifestyle, they could not find support for their position among their colleagues.

Josh was also uniquely qualified for his position and the few who gave him any hassle usually had it made clear to them that without his support their needs could become exceedingly difficult, if not impossible.

I had received some comments from a couple kids at school, but being big for my age and well developed, there were few prepared to challenge me. Besides, Dad was "Dr. Rich" to most of the kids in my school and knowing him personally most of their lives, they didn't bother with what others had to say.

After we had lived with Josh for several months we were talking one day. I don't know what prompted me but I had a worry burning in the back of my mind for some time and it was time to get it asked.

"Josh, do you like living with us ?" I asked.

"I'm very happy living here with you two." he replied.

"Don't you get tired of baby-sitting me all the time ?" I blurted it out. "You're stuck with me an awful lot and you don't get hardly any free time to yourself, except when I go to bed.

"You've made a big mistake, Sport." he told me. "I don't baby-sit you. You are one of my very best friends and every minute I get to spend with you is special to me. I don't have to hang around with you if I don't want to, but I do it because I like to." He looked me in the eyes while he spoke to me and I could feel that every word was the truth.

"I love you, Josh." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a big hug.

"I love you too, Sport." he told me back and returning my hug. "Don't you ever think, or let anyone tell you otherwise."

After awhile I started to develop some friendships with kids in the neighbourhood. Before, I had stuck to myself, pretty close to home, somehow believing I had a responsibility to my Dad to be there for him, even when he was not there himself. Josh changed that. He was now there and I felt safe knowing he was available to meet our needs. He was there when Dad came home. He was there if I needed something or wanted to ask something. Josh was just always there for us. I started having my friends over to the house and Josh always helped to make them feel welcome and comfortable.

And so we became a family. Dad, Josh and me. They had their work and I had my school. They had each other and me and I had each of them. All of our lives improved and I think all of us became happier. I was secure and safe. There was never any doubt in my mind both of them loved me as much as I loved them.

There were only three years difference between us in age, but those three years almost seemed to put us in different generations. The summer the Taylors moved next door to us I was 14 and entering into Grade 9 at the new high school. Teddy was 11 and would be going into Grade 6 at the grade school from which I had just graduated.

We shared a similarity in that we were both the only kid in our household. Teddy's Mom had gotten a divorce and that was why they had moved to our town. The word was her ex had been a Stock Market Analyst who had gotten into drug use which resulted in their separation. I don't think Teddy had any contact with his Dad and in three years I've never seen any men around the house, except us. Mrs. Taylor was a Registered Nurse and had a responsible job at the Public Health Clinic.

As you might have noticed, she and Josh were associates by profession and they crossed paths regularly in performing their jobs. At home, that acquaintance strengthened their friendship and she quickly became an active participant in Dad and Josh's social life.. I think Mrs. Taylor was a little sensitive to two men living together as a couple when they first moved in and afraid Teddy might be influenced (sexually) by them. Then she got to know me and saw I was about as normal as you can expect teenagers to be. Regularly, on hot summer days, Teddy was invited to come over to swim in the pool and of course he would visit when his Mom was over.

I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to Teddy. I guess because of that Josh put forth an extra effort to acknowledge him. I found at one point I was getting a bit upset about Josh paying so much attention to him. I had never dealt with jealousy before and Josh had to really get annoyed with me before I faced the green eyed monster.

"I don't see why everything has to be Teddy, Teddy, Teddy all the time." I whined one night after the Taylors had visited for dinner and the evening. I had been exceedingly negative to Teddy and tried to ignore him totally. "I could have used some help with my homework too you know. You seem to forget who you're suppose to love in this house."

"I love you all the time, Doug." Josh replied. "Sometimes I don't like you very much and this is one of them. You can't be bothered with Teddy and you can't stand anyone else giving him any attention. It's not very often you act like a spoiled brat, but around Teddy is certainly one of them."

I stormed off to bed mad at Teddy, mad at the world and especially mad at Josh. I lay in bed and fumed. The more I thought about it the more I knew what Josh had said was right. I was competing with Teddy by ignoring him and wanting everyone else to do the same. When Josh didn't ignore him, I got mad. I knew I should be supporting the younger boy and setting a proper example for him. What Josh had said was absolutely true.

Josh normally left for work at 6:30 a.m., after he and Dad had gotten up and had their run, so I made sure I was up at 6:00. Dad and Josh were sitting at the kitchen table having their coffee and reading the paper when I came down to the kitchen.

"Morning, Sport." Josh greeted me as if nothing had happened. "You're up mighty early, I wasn't going to call you for another 15 minutes. What's the matter, you get hungry sooner this morning ?" I stood at the table behind the chair which I usually sat in and hung my head.

"I got up early to make sure I saw you this morning before you left." I said. "I wanted to be sure I had time to apologize and tell you how sorry I was for the way I acted and spoke to you last night. I was wrong and I understand why I was doing what I did. I thought about it and realized I was jealous. I'll try to do better."

"That's the most we could ask for, Doug." Josh replied. "You should always remember the amount of love you have is not indicated only by the amount of attention you receive. Even when you're out of my sight, I still love you and this morning I even like you again." He reached out and I went over and hugged him and then I got a hug from Dad too.

After that incident, I paid more attention to Teddy when he was around. I found I even liked the bit of hero worship which it gained me. Occasionally, when all our `rents were out for the evening, I was allowed responsibility for looking after Teddy and felt especially honoured by the trust that was given to me.

I had done very well in Grade School, but High School for me had been terrific. Built like my Dad and use to following his weight training routines and diet, I had a muscular frame and natural speed which made me a star on the football field as a wide receiver in my starting year. We had a well established, talented team and I was the only first year student to make the final cut for first team. I also scored as one of the star players on the Baseball team. Again my speed and upper body strength proved beneficial in making me a high scoring hitter and a better than adequate pitcher. Although sports were important in my life, Dad and Josh would not allow my academics to suffer for any reason. I was expected to maintain an "A-minus" average and luckily found no real problem in doing better than expected.

Teddy did not excel in sports but he was a very intelligent youngster and performed in the upper 2% of his academic group. He was a nice looking kid, but tended to be small for his age. I didn't know for sure because he never complained openly to me, but I had a strong impression he was picked on regularly by the other, bigger kids. It's almost assured when you're small and smart. A word with a couple of my friends, who in turn talked with their younger brothers and I was pretty sure his bully problems would end. Teddy was Valedictorian of his grade 8 graduation class and we all went to the ceremony. By that time, Teddy and I had a well established relationship and we got along really well when we were together.

An off-season football game of our inter-school alliance was played in mid June at the end of my grade 11 year. We were the top ranked team in our division and we played Beckworth High School, our main rivals in the division. During the last quarter, I had received a long pass and was sprinting the last 20 yards to a touch down. As I crossed the line I was hit by tackles from two angles. When the dust settled, I had scored the touch down and made the points. In addition, I had sustained a broken right leg and a dislocation of my left hip.

Dad and Josh ran from the stands and reached me almost before anyone else. Mrs. Taylor and Teddy were hot on their heels. They practically had me stripped naked from checking me over and I was more concerned about being exposed to everyone than I was about any pain I was feeling. By the time the ambulance arrived Dad had given me an injection for pain and reached the hospital on his cell phone arranging for everything. Josh came in the ambulance with me and stayed while Dad arrived in the car. I was in the operating room, under anesthesia, being worked on by the Chief of Orthopedic Services in under two hours from the time of my injury.

Early the next morning, when I started to come around, the first thing I noticed was my right leg in a cast from above my knee down to and including half of my foot. My casted leg was suspended by slings and ropes from a frame which hovered over my bed. As I looked around what was obviously a hospital room I found Josh sleeping in a lounge chair which had been pulled over next to the bed. Another chair on the opposite side of the bed had a rumpled blanket thrown on it and I suspected Dad had spent the night there and was now off tending to some duties. I coughed to clear my throat and Josh jumped up to my side.

"Morning, Sport." he yawned. "How are we feeling today ?" I guess some nursing habits never die.

"We are sore." I replied. "Did you stay here all night ? You shouldn't have. You need your sleep and rest and so does Dad."

"I wasn't going to get any rest anywhere but here," he answered, "and neither was your Dad. He went to make rounds early so he could stay with you later."

"How long am I going to be like this ?" I wanted to know.

"Not too long." Josh said. "Your leg is strung up to help keep the swelling down. The problem is going to be your other hip. It's back in place, but it's going to be very sore, first when you start to move around in bed and again when you start to move out of bed. It's going to hurt like hell when we exercise you and when I do massage, but if you don't do it you can forget about athletics from now on."

I knew Josh would only give me the straight dope.

"I'm going to take the next couple weeks off work." Josh continued. "By the end of that time you should be near to walking, with your cast and crutches. We will have to arrange for a baby sitter to look after you when we are not home." I gave him a dirty look which he chose to ignore. "At six weeks the cast comes off and if the knit has sealed, by the time school starts, you will be walking normally. This of course all depends on how willing you are."

"You tell me what to do and I'll get it done." I assured him.

"Hey, Son." Dad said as he came in the door. "How are we feeling today ?" Josh and I looked at each other and started to laugh.

They gave me pain pills all day long and I was comfortable just laying where I was. Several visitors stopped by throughout the day, but Josh or Dad asked them not to stay very long, so they really only said "Hi" and left. Mrs. Taylor and Teddy were the only ones who sat for a few minutes with me. Dad had told me they both had been very worried about me and had stayed at the hospital yesterday until I was out of the operating room. I insisted Dad and Josh go home right after I had my dinner. They both looked exhausted and I was getting upset seeing how tired they were. I made an error that night and tried to turn over onto my side. The pain which shot through my left hip and leg when I started to move convinced me I would be quite comfortable staying where I was.

The next morning when Josh came into my room I was alert from a fairly good sleep and so was he. The pain medication had worn off and I was feeling some serious aches. I was alert enough to notice Josh held his arm by his side when he came in with his hand slightly behind him so I couldn't see what was in it. He set something on the table beside my bed and pulled a towel over it.

"What `cha got under the towel, Josh," I asked, "and who's your friend ? A dark haired man about 5'8" with nice shoulders and solid arms had followed Josh into the room. He was dressed in regular clothes, but he had a name plate fastened to his chest which said, "Dave Grouix R.N.".

"This is Dave, Doug." Josh announced. "He works with me and I asked him to come down this morning to help us. I could do this alone, but I think with Dave's support it will be easier for you. Under the towel is an injection of pain killer. We are going to start you moving this morning and it's going to hurt."

"Why did you hide the injection ?" I wanted to know.

"I don't ever flash injections in front of people." Josh replied. "Too often it upsets them or makes them nervous, but I wasn't going to lie to you when you asked."

"Is Dad coming ?" I asked.

"Later on, Sport." he said. "You know what Doctors are like. When there's work to be done, you can never find one." He gave me a big smile and I had to smile back at his joke. While we had been talking, Dave had undone the cord holding up my cast and now slowly lowered my leg.

"You'll have to excuse me, Sport." Josh told me reaching under my hospital gown while Doug was lowering the cast and with the palm of his hand cupped my penis and scrotum to the left, so the lowered leg did not trap them uncomfortably. It was the first time Josh had ever touched me in that area. "It's one of those things that's just easier to do than to try to explain."

"Thanks." I exhaled after a slight gasp. I really had not been worried. I knew Josh would never harm me.

"Doug, I'm going to give you an injection of pain killer in your thigh, in one of the quadricep muscles to be more precise. It will help you relax and take the edge off any pain you might feel." Josh informed me. "I'd like you to just talk to Dave and not pay any attention to me." I did what he asked and although I knew he had given me the injection, it really didn't hurt.

"You're pretty good at that." I complimented him.

"Lots of practice, Sport, lots of practice." Josh muttered. "Now we're going to make this whole exercise practical. While we give you a little movement, we're going to give you a bed bath, change your bed and set you up ready for the rest of the day."

They went about their task like a well oiled machine. Each seemed to know what the other was going to do and they had me bathed, dried and in a fresh gown before I hardly knew what had happened. Josh washed and dried my groin and I felt no embarrassment or self consciousness because it was Josh. The front side done, they commenced finishing my backside and the bed. Rolling me carefully onto one side and doing some work and then moving me to the other side and doing some more, in 10 minutes they had everything done.

The moving of my left leg at the hip had been carefully controlled by one of them each time and they had encouraged me to relax as much as possible and let them guide the movements. The further exercising was done the same way. There was pain, but it wasn't more than I could manage. Each time one of them moved me he watched my face carefully to make sure the discomfort was minimal.

"That's enough this time." Josh announced, as he placed an ice pack on my hip. He compared notes with Dave about observations they had made and they agreed on what should be done next time. Dad came in with another Doctor just as Dave was leaving and Josh stood by the door and spoke quietly to them then waving to me, he left.

Dad introduced me to the Doctor with him. He was the Orthopedic Surgeon who had done the work on my leg and hip.

"You are a fortunate young man." he said. "We treated you so quickly that your body hardly had a chance to find out it was injured. Six weeks from now with your Dad and Mr. Langton's help you should be up and around with no problem. I'm not going to promise you football in the fall, but it's still a possibility. Your healthy, in excellent condition and you've got the best private therapist in Mr. Langton anyone could hope for. If I was in that bed I would want him looking after me. I'd give him almost anything if he'd transfer into my department. The reason to keep you here would be pain control, but your Dad can do that for you at home. How would you like to go home day after tomorrow ?"

"Yes, Sir." I responded enthusiastically.

"You can go home 24 hours after Mr. Langton allows you out of bed for your first walk, if he is still satisfied." he announced. "But you have to do as he says and not push too much, or you will be with us for quite a while."

"Yes, Sir." I responded. "I'll follow instructions exactly as I'm told."

The following morning after my bath Josh and Dave had me standing by the side of the bed. When they put me back to bed they turned me up on my cast side.

"Doug, I'd like to show Dave how to properly massage this type of injury." Josh said. "Do you mind if he watches and experiments on you ?" He leaned in close to my ear. "It might be a little embarrassing."

"It's okay." I answered, not really understanding what he meant.

Josh moved the hospital gown off my hip and thigh. He applied some lotion and started stroking. I could feel his fingers locate and outline each muscle and tendon. He identified them by name to Dave and told him which ones would be sore and how they connected to the type of dislocation I had suffered. I learned that a minimum of tearing had occurred because of my good physical condition and those that were stretched would heal much faster.

Josh had Dave begin stroking and outlining the various physiological structures. Dave was very gentle and Josh had to promise him it would not hurt me before he pressed firmly enough to find the actual masses he was looking for. He traced the muscle chains first to my butt and then to my groin. As he continued to stroke I suddenly realized I was starting to sprout wood. It had been a few days since I'd had any release and I was responding to the sensations of the repetitive stroking. I didn't know what to do. I cleared my mind and tried to think of the things which usually cause me to lose a boner. Horror films, car accidents, dead bodies, asparagus and boiled cabbage, nothing was working.

"I think we better leave this for now." Dave said, pulling my night shirt back over my hip. "We'll turn you back in a little while, Doug." I knew he had spotted my problem and appreciated his consideration in not embarrassing me. "I have a few things to do, so I'll stop back in 15 minutes or so." he said to Josh. Dave then left the room.

"He handled that very well." Josh commented. "Do you want me to go too ?"

"No !" I answered and then wondered why I had been so adamant. "It will go away."

"Let me warn you now." Josh told me. "I'm going to be massaging you three or four times a day for the next few weeks. This is going to happen a lot, so you better get use to it."

"It doesn't matter with you." I said. "You're like a `rent, another Dad."

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, Doug. I think ?" Josh replied. "I hope your Dad never starts to feel that way."

"Don't ever worry Josh, he won't." I assured him. "You're a real stud."

"Now that's interesting." Josh replied. "In one breath you call me a Dad' and in the next I'm a stud'. I won't know anymore what people are thinking when they look at me."

"To me you're a Dad." I clarified. "To everyone else you're a major stud, especially my Dad. I've seen how he looks at you. And that's with your clothes on. Dave thinks you're a major stud too. I saw how he looked at you earlier."

"I know he does." Josh commented. "I've made it very clear to him I'm totally taken, but he just doesn't seem to move on. I thought meeting you might make a difference. Once he saw me with a 17 year old son, maybe his interest would wane."

"You trying to fix me up ?" I asked. "I haven't tried any guys yet, but Dave looks like he'd have plenty to offer."

"He has a lot to offer the right man." Josh reflected. "He just needs to meet someone as good and kind and descent as he is. If you played in our league I might fix you up with him, but as far as I know you haven't stepped up to this side of the plate or indicated any desire to."

"Dad says to take my time, try things out that appeal to me and only do what feels right for me." I said. "I've had a couple home runs in the other league, but I haven't found anyone on this side of the plate as good as you, so I'm holding out on trying." Josh stroked his hand through my hair.

"Thanks for the compliment, Sport." he responded. "You be choosy and careful and safe. Whatever you finally decide will be okay with your Dad and me. Just as long as you're happy." He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. "We love you, Doug. Always."

I knew that.