Truth Behind the Lies

Author's Note: First off I'd like to thank you all for the reviews for the story and the well wishes about my grandfather. The shock of him being gone DID have a part in my long writer's block. But everyday since my last updates, I've been dabbling in this chapter as well as chapters on my other stories and even starting on new ones to keep myself typing.

Second, this chapter is a page shorter than my norm but it does show the start of new things to come in the following chapters.

Oh and thank you to womo for your suggestion! You're right, people don't say "28", they say "Twenty-eight". I changed that in the previous chapter about the twins' weight and since then I've remembered it. Thanks!

--Scribbles


Chapter Twenty Nine

Same Tuesday evening


How could Richie have forgotten about this? Such a simple act that felt so damn good. Feeling his body heat up with desire, Richie ran his fingers through his brown hair as the nameless EMT sucked his dick—paying special attention to arousing the head and massaging the staff. Frankly, he didn’t know how he got into this. How he went from talking to the sexy Cuban-American at the help desk, to getting serviced against the back wall of a dark, vacant medical supply room was beyond him…..However, he wasn’t complaining. Surely not. There was no doubt Richie was enjoying the EMT’s affections—the wonders he could create with his tongue was miraculous—and he wondered why he never experienced this before. He’d given but never had the pleasure of receiving oral sex. He decided he needed to reevaluate his sex life.

He gasped when the nameless man engulfed him completely. “Ugh….oh shit.” He whispered as his hands caressed the man’s dark hair. His head fell back as the lips around him began a tight suction, seemingly trying to pull the orgasm out of the man. And it was working. Richie’s legs began to shake and his breathing started to increase, as his body became immersed in a frenzy of hot pleasure….all leading in the direction of his groin. A few boxes of gauze and band-aids dropped behind him as his head fell against the shelves. The man pulled back and spoke to Richie as he busied licking his staff slowly from base to tip.

“Am I doin’ alright, hermoso?”

Too aroused to even speak, Richie nodded. Smiling devilishly, he moved from tonguing the stiff member, to sucking on the head again like it was a lollipop. Richie groaned.

“You taste so good.” He stroked him. “Like an empanada.”

“Ah….I’m gonna come.” Richie whispered, his breathing becoming unsteady. However, the unknown EMT refused to move his lips away. Even after Richie’s body clenched and his hips jerked forward in an orgasm, his mouth stayed in place, taking down all his body had to give.

When the man finally pulled away, he stood to his feet and grabbed the flushed cheeks before him and kissed the other’s lips. “Your body could leave a man addicted.” He kissed him again.

“Um, can I ask you somethin’?” Richie asked.

“Sure.”

“What’s your name?” They both laughed. Given what all they had just done in the supply room, you’d have thought that names would’ve been exchanged beforehand.

“Dante.” The tall man with the dark features answered. His hands still caressing Richie’s cheeks. “Dante Ruiz. And you?”

“Richie McDon……..Richie Vasquez.”

Dante smiled. He carried such a boyish grin, but his eyes were piercing and domineering ……..manly. He finally pulled a hand away long enough to extend it in a welcoming gesture. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Richie Vasquez.”

Richie took the offered hand, shaking it cordially. “You too.”

***

“Got your sodas.” Richie said as he entered Randy and Shay’s room. He carried two cans of Pepsi—one for himself and the other two for his friends.

Randy was seated next to his young lover who held a sleeping Jack in his arms. “Well, it’s about time. What, you get lost or something, Richie?” He laughed.

Richie shook his head as he handed the drinks out. “I um……I had a run-in with someone…..Dante.”

Shay frowned. “Dante? Who is he?”

Richie could feel the heat rising in his body and a warm red flush cover his cheeks. He turned his eyes down to his can of soda and began to run his finger over it’s rim. “He’s the E.M.T. I met a while ago.”

For a moment, Randy’s expression mirrored his lover’s, but when Richie said that, his back suddenly became straighter and his blue eyes widened. “Richie….you didn’t.”

“I did. But it was just a blow j—“ He took note of Jack laying there asleep and chose to alter his words. “He just serviced me.”

Randy laughed. “You only just met him a few minutes ago.”

“I know. I don’t know what happened, Randy. I was on my way to the soda machine and I ran into him. We started talkin’…..then…” He shrugged. “Then we were in the supply closet.”

There was a moment of awkward silence. What do you say after hearing your friend had a quickie in a supply closet with a perfect stranger? However, the silence didn’t last after Shay became the first to burst into a fit of laughter. “Wow!” Randy joined him. Richie shook his head but he was smiling. He knew what he did was dumb and totally out of character.

“James, who?” Randy stated as he grabbed his side—it nearly cramping because he was laughing so hard. Richie rolled his eyes.

“You guys suck.”

***

Tuesday night…

James knew what he was doing was wrong. His actions certainly wouldn’t get him the Father of the Year Award by any means. But he felt it was necessary. Richie, the love of his life, the bearer of his children, the man he married more than a decade ago, wanted a divorce. When he looked at their marriage, he saw it as something unsalvageable. Like dying livestock, it’s best to put it out it’s misery than to leave it there and let it suffer. That logic hurt James and that’s why he was currently at a local bar drinking his sorrows away instead of being at his apartment with his three children whom he’d left unattended.

Since the children had gotten dropped off at his place, he’d had trouble communicating with them. Not so much with Sabrina because of her age, but Katie and especially Tristan were not feeling being with their daddy anymore. All afternoon they stayed in their room playing games and watching television, making sure they made as little contact with their father as possible. Dinner was quick and quiet, consisting of cheeseburgers, fries, and chocolate frosties from Wendy’s, little conversation, and unease for James.

When he left, the kids were just put to bed. Figuring they wouldn’t miss him, nor would they likely care, James took off for a local bar in downtown Plumsfield. His blonde hair was a mess from all the times he ran his fingers through it and his face looked more forlorn with each swig of his Sam Adams lager or Jack Daniels shot.

James had been there an hour and was well over the 0.08 blood alcohol level required in Virginia when he noticed someone sit next to him at the bar.

“Hey, you James McDonald?”

James looked next to him and spotted a young man in his very early twenties with blonde hair and lean yet strapping frame staring back at him with austere green eyes.

“Depends on who’s askin’.”

“I’m David Tucker.” He extended a hand which James took.

“Well, David Tucker you’ve found me……though I didn’t think I was lost.”

David smiled. “You weren’t. I’ve only been hearin’ your name around town a lot lately and thought that while I’ve run into you, I could holla at’cha. It seems we have a certain thing in common…” He flagged over the bartender. “Let me get a shot of whiskey and a Budlight.”

James frowned as he sat hunched over his beer. “What do you mean you’ve been hearin’ my name around town?”

“You’re the man with the illegitimate child. Word around town is you’re the supposedly ‘long lost’ father of Shay Gibson’s baby.”

The older blonde shook his head in disdain. So the gossipers are starting in on him now, huh? “I knew this would happen…”

“So it is true. Some people were sayin’ they saw Shay droppin’ his kid off at your apartment a few times…..along with your other kids. Aren’t you married?”

“I am…….well, I was.” He drank his beer and David started on his when he got his order back.

“Was? That doesn’t sound very good.”

James grunted. “Let’s just say Shay has caused me more trouble than he’s worth. You said we shared somethin’ in common…?”

David nodded, once putting his drink down again. “It’s Shay actually. Me and him went to school together. Slept together a few times too, but who hasn’t fucked him in this town?”

“Atleast you didn’t get him pregnant…”

“That’s true. You do have one up on me.” David smirked.

“Shay Gibson has ruined my life. I was happily married with three beautiful kids and a great house. I had everythin’ but the white picket fence and the damn dog. Now I’m gettin’ divorced, I’ve been kicked out my own house, and my kids can’t stand me…Life’s pretty shitty right now.” He tossed his head back and finished yet another beer bottle and took his shot of Jack.

“I could help you with that.” When James raised a questionable eyebrow, he continued. “I have somethin’ that could help in your situation.”

Interest peaked, James asked, “Like what?”

Quickly, David finished his beer, took his shot then stood to his feet, tossing a few dollars on the bar for the bartender. “Come with me I’ll show you what I’m talkin’ about. But first I’ma take you home. You in no condition to be drivin’ now.”

***

David pulled his black Honda Accord into the parking lot of James’ apartment and turned off the ignition. “Ok.” He reached passed James to the dashboard, which was locked. He unlocked it with his car key then pulled out a black leather fanny pack. He unzipped it and pulled out one tiny vial, handing it to the older blonde. “Here you go.”

James grabbed the vial and studied it with his drunken eyes. “What is this?”

“Well, I call it Pain Reliever….but you may call it cocaine.”

“’May call’ or ‘is called’?”

“Okay, ‘is called’. But it’s some good stuff. The best on this side of Virginia. Guaranteed to take all your troubles away.”

James shook his head as he pushed the vial back to David. “I don’t need this shit, man.”

“James, you’ve said it yourself—your life is fallin’ apart. Your marriage, your children, your home….Obviously it’s becomin’ a heavy burden on you because you wouldn’t have been at a bar all night if it wasn’t.” He pointed to the vial. “This can help. Let it be your escape. Let it numb the pain.” When he saw James slowly take the vial back into his hands, David knew he had suckered him in. “Take it and try it. It’s free of charge which hardly ever happens with me. But I empathize with your story, James. I feel for you, man. I’m givin’ this to you. And if you like it, call me up and I’ll get you some more.” He grabbed a pen out his dashboard and while using a napkin from a McDonald’s he’d ate at earlier, he wrote down his cell phone number and gave it to him.

“Thanks.” James said.

“No problem.” He watched the man leave his car and head up to his apartment. Fools with issues are the easiest to sucker. And they make for the best customers. He started the ignition.

***

The apartment was quiet when James entered. Every item was still in the same position as when he’d left. But regardless of their current dislike of him now, James knew his kids enough to know they weren’t the types to tear up a home.

Choosing to bypass the kitchen for a sobering cup of coffee or the bathroom for a cold shower, James walked straight into his bedroom, stripped down to his boxers, and stretched out face up on the bed. But being as drunk as he was, sleep never came his way. He just continued to stare up at the ceiling, picturing scenes of a happier time with Richie and the kids—their wedding day, Tristan’s birth, Katie’s first day of school, Sabi’s first time saying “daddy”. The pain of thinking about what he’d lost had kept him up for nearly an hour.

“James, you’ve said it yourself—your life is fallin’ apart. Your marriage, your children, your home….Obviously it’s becomin’ a heavy burden on you because you wouldn’t have been at a bar all night if it wasn’t.”

James reached for his jeans that he’d discarded to the floor and pulled out the vial he’d left in the pocket.

“This can help. Let it be your escape. Let it numb the pain.”

Sitting up, he twisted open the vial and poured the sample size white powder on his bare nightstand. Dabbing his pinkie into it he tasted. He frowned a bit but shrugged. It tasted a little strong but he wasn’t a pro at cocaine so he didn’t know what bad or good tasted like. Using a junk mail envelope from his nightstand drawer, he gathered the powder up into a straight line. Dropping his nose to it, he inhaled. Sensation was immediate. Pain was now gone. Sleep came within minutes.


More to come....


Author's Note: The name David Tucker may or may not sound familiar to you. Probably more the latter. He was mentioned in the Prologue of this story. He went to school with Shay and was Shay's "first"...though you may also remember (or recall if you decide to read the prologue again) that David raped Shay.