Contradictions
By: Brock Archer
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Chapter 20
A Blast from the Past

“Rick! Oh, my God! Rick! Is it really you?” Jay sprang from his bed with a strength he had not shown in months and nearly tackled Rick to the floor when he flung himself at his old friend.

“Do you always greet your guests in your birthday suit?” asked Rick.

“Oh, God, Rick! I’m sorry. Let me put something on.”

“Don’t sweat it, buddy. Remember, I’ve seen you naked before.”

“Buddy. You called me buddy. I always loved it when you called me that. Oh, God, I’ve missed you so much. Let me look at you. You look terrific.”

“Well, that’s more than I can say for you. You look like shit!”

Jay’s expression turned and he slapped Rick across the shoulder with the back of his hand. “Goddam it! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming, you sonofabitch?”

“I wanted to surprise you. I went by the old house and learned that you had moved. Then, I went to the shop, and the guys told me what had happened to your folks. God, Jay! I am so sorry. I was out on a wilderness retreat when it happened and never got the word. You know I would have been here right away if I had known. Walt and Diane were like the parents I never had.”

“I know, Rick. They loved you too. Enough of that, though. I wanna hear all about you, and I’m starving all of a sudden. Let me grab a robe, and we can go downstairs and see what we can find in the fridge.”

Jay pulled out a casserole that Mrs. Donovan had sent over and popped it into the microwave. He told Rick about Matt Donovan and how he had tried to be a big brother to him, though, of course, he omitted the details of their last night together. Rick gawked at Jay’s home, and Jay explained the money he had inherited from his parents. All through their meal, Jay kept asking Rick about his life, but Rick kept bringing the discussion back around to Jay and his life. Finally, Jay led Rick to the living room sofa and asked, “What is it, Rick? What’s wrong?”

After a long pause, Rick finally confessed, “She’s left me, Jay. My wife ran off with one of the kids from the rehabilitation program. He’s not even 18, Jay, and she ran off with him and took our son with her! You know that I messed around a lot before I got married, Jay, but I never cheated on her, not once. I loved her, Jay, and I love my boy. He’s two years old, and you oughta see him, Jay. He’s the cutest little thing in the whole wide world…and a handful too. I’ve gotta find ‘em, Jay, and then I’ve gotta get me a good lawyer and get my son back.”

“Oh, God, Rick. That’s awful. We’ll find ‘em, though, and I’ve got the best damn lawyer in the country. We’ll get your son back!” Jay held Rick and continued to reassure him.

“Tell me more about your son, Rick. What’s his name?”

“His name’s Walter Jamison Holder.”

Jay froze. Chills swept over his entire body, and his eyes began to water. “Oh, Rick. That’s….” He choked.

“I call him Jamie. Of course, when he gets older, he’s probably gonna wanna change that, but for now….”

Jay threw himself at Rick and nearly squeezed the breath out of him. When he finally released his grip, he looked at Rick and saw his eyes beginning to water up as well.

“He’s smart too,” added Rick, struggling to fight off his sniffles. “He’s gonna be just like you, Jay. I just know it.”

“We’ll get him back, Rick. Goddam it! As I live and breathe, I promise you that we WILL get him back!”

All of a sudden, Jay forgot all about his own troubles, and he sprang into action. Though the hour was late, he called Ed McClelland at home and made an appointment for early the next morning. “Tell Rick that I’ve got friends at the FBI, and if that doesn’t work, we’ll get the best private investigators in the country.”

“Jay, I never meant to drag you into all of this. I just came by to see an old friend.”

“You didn’t drag me into it, Rick. I jumped in with both feet, and if you hadn’t told me about it, I would have tracked you down and beaten the shit out of you.”

“Well, I see you’ve developed some muscles since I last saw you, but I still think I could take you down in 30 seconds.”

The ribbing continued for several minutes before Jay took a deep breath, and took both of Rick’s hands in his. Gazing into his eyes, he repeated what he had said earlier, “God, Rick! I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“I know, Jay. I’ve missed you too. I should never have left the way I did. I should have told you that I was getting married and moving to Utah, and I should have kept in touch. I guess I was just…. I dunno…. Sometimes I wish I’d….”

“Wish what, Rick?”

Rick sat silently, but his eyes spoke volumes. Jay slowly leaned in and gently kissed Rick on the lips. It was the soft, sweet kiss of unrequited love. Jay pulled back and evaluated Rick closely for his reaction. Rick sat motionless, but then he reached up and gently caressed Jay’s cheeks and ran his fingers through his hair. He traced every contour of his face: his eyes, his nose, and his lips. Slowly, he pulled Jay toward him and returned the warm, sensitive kiss, first to his lips and then to every inch of his face. Jay closed his eyes, smiled, purred, and soaked up the affection. Uhmmm! God, don’t let this be just a dream! If it is, I don’t ever want to wake up! He opened his eyes to discover that it was not a dream. Rick was really there.

Without a word, Jay took Rick’s hand and led him back upstairs to his bedroom. He returned Rick’s butterfly kisses. Then, he smiled softly at Rick as he slowly removed his clothes, each piece marking a milestone in a spiritual rite. Jay worshipped each portion of Rick’s body with his eyes and gentle strokes. When Rick stood completely naked, Jay stepped back to drink in the beauty of the man’s whole body. It overwhelmed him. “My God!” he sighed. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

Rick stepped closer to Jay, loosened the sash on his robe, and watched it fall to the floor as he spread his hands from Jay’s neck to his arms. He circled his dear friend and sized up his perfect form. “You were always a cute kid, but I never dreamed you would grow up to be such a gorgeous hunk.”

Jay smiled shyly, and the two men embraced. Their kisses grew more passionate and their embrace more sensual. They grabbed each other’s butt and ground their crotches together. They dragged each other to the bed and competed to see who could coat the other one’s body with the most saliva. They swiveled into the 69 position with Jay on top and went to town on each other’s balls and cocks, licking and sucking, licking and sucking. “Stop!” yelled Jay. He turned to face Rick. “Make love to me. I think I have wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you, and now I want you even more than ever. I want to feel you deep inside of me, and I want to feel your hot juices filling my whole body.”

Rick pulled Jay into another deep, passionate kiss. “I love you, Jay. I always have.”

Jay reached for some lube and rolled over onto his back. Rick took Jay’s legs and lifted them upon his shoulders. He spread some lube onto his hands and inserted one finger into Jay’s love hole, then two, then three, and then he coated his thick, hard cock. “Hang on, buddy. Here it comes!”

Buddy! God, I love that!

Rick eased his dick into Jay’s hole until he crossed the sphincter threshold. Jay cried in pain, but it was pain that he gladly endured. Rick inched his rod deeper and deeper into Jay’s welcoming ass. Between grimaces and shouts of agony, Jay looked up and smiled at Rick with loving approval. Oh, God! It’s finally happening. The man I have always adored is finally making love to me. I can feel him inside of me. Oh, God! It feels so wonderful. HE feels so wonderful!

Rick swayed in slow, steady strokes as Jay purred to the rhythm. “Oh, God, Rick! That’s it! That’s…ah, ah, AH!”

Rick picked up the pace, pumping faster, harder, deeper. His already hard dick swelled up even more, filling Jay’s cavity with his manhood.

Jay’s own cock twitched with each abrasion of his prostate. Rick pumped Jay’s shaft as he pounded his ass, not that Jay needed the extra stimulation, but Rick had to feel the pulsing of his buddy’s manhood in his hand as he made love to him.

“Oh, God, Rick! Shit! Goddam you! Fuck me, man. Fuck me. FUCK ME!”

“Fuck yeah, man! Fuck that sweet, sweet ass! Oh, God! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Argh! Argh! Argh! I’m cummin’! I’m cummin’! I’m gonna…. AAAHHH! AAAHHH! AAAHHH! FFFUUUCCCKKK!” Jay blasted his love juice all over his face, chest, stomach, and crotch. He had never cum so violently in his whole life. His entire body quaked from electric shocks. He could not stop shooting, shaking, and screaming.

Rick wanted desperately to relish the sight of his little brother drowning in his lovemaking, but his own carnal drive took over, and he just had to get his rocks off or else. His fiery juices boiled over from his nut sack and burst through his rigid hose deep into Jay’s guts. The explosion inside of Jay’s body touched off another round of tremors. The two men jerked and screamed and cursed for what seemed like an eternity. Each time one reacted, he set off a spasm in the other. Finally, they could take no more. Rick groaned and flinched one last time as his limp dick slipped through Jay’s sphincter ring. And Jay clenched Rick’s wrist so hard that he had to release his grip on Jay’s still super-sensitive cock. Rick fell beside Jay on the bed and both men panted and moaned for 15 minutes. Rick raised his hand to his mouth and licked it clean of Jay’s baby pudding. He kissed his lover and shared the nectar with him. “Uhmmm! You can feed me anytime.”

The two men lay in bed and talked for hours. They considered making love again but decided that nothing could top the experience that they had just had, and they wanted to bask in the memory of that moment for a while longer.

After a hearty breakfast, which they had both earned, and the meeting with Ed McClelland, they went back to Jay’s house, and Jay immediately began to make plans for the two of them. “Jay, I…. You know I can’t stay, Jay. I’ve got a job back in Salt Lake City, and I’ve got to make a living so I can get my son back.”

“But you can work here, Rick.”

“Jay, I loved working for your folks in the shop, but I’m a social worker now. I’m not….”

“I’m not talking about the shop, Rick. I know you’re much too smart and talented for that.” Jay explained all the things that Chico had done for him and how desperately he needed to find someone to take his place. Seeing reluctance still on Rick’s face, Jay added, “I know what you’re thinking, Rick. You’ve got more important things to do than baby sit a grown man. But it won’t be like that, I promise. Sure, I’ll need you to help me with some simple things, but I’ll get better, and then you won’t have to worry about those things. There’ll be other duties too, much more important ones, things that are worthy of your talents and skills.”

“I dunno, Jay.”

“Look, if you’re concerned about giving up your career in social work, we can take care of that. My mom worked with lots of non-profits in the Bay Area, and I’m sure we can find assignments for you. Or, if you prefer, you could set up your own private practice. Or, I could set up a foundation to support youth programs, and you could run it. There are all kinds of possibilities, Rick.” He paused, placed his hand on his big brother’s shoulder, and gazed sadly into his warm brown eyes. “I need you, Rick. I lost you once. I can’t afford to lose you again. Please stay, Rick. I need you.”

“I dunno, Jay. There are lots of angles to consider here,” he said with all seriousness in his voice. Then, with a wry smile crossing his lips, he added, “I think we’d better go back up to your bedroom and flesh out the details.”

The End.

Posted: 06/17/2022