I'm not sure if anyone remembers this story, since it was posted a mere seven years ago. Seven FUCKIN' Years! Where has the time gone? But, like my other story, "Dan The Man", I am reposting this story with some changes and new chapters. This was my second story that I had ever written on Nifty and it is still one of my favorites. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real life is coincidental. Copyright 2000, 2007.
As usual, if you are under 21 or 18 (whichever applies in your area), don't read on. If anything associated to cocksucking repulses you, don't read on. For the rest of you, however, join Ryan, Brett, Eric, and the gang one more time as I proudly re-present, "Collision"!
Collision, Part I
"The First Collision"
By Joey E
My first day of school at a new school. I wasn't looking forward to it. I was a shy kid, and didn't know how I would fair in this new school of mine. My family moved from a small city, Bethlehem, PA to a more unpopulated area in South Jersey. For example, my old high school had 2,000 kids in it. And it was one of the three high schools in the small city. This high school had about 800 kids total! I wasn't looking forward to it at all.
I was thinking about how it would be to still be going to my old high school, seeing all my friends that I grew up with, including my best friend Ed. But that was nearly 90 miles away. It wasn't too far to visit once in a while, which was a good thing in my opinion. However, we had moved at the end of the summer into a brand new house in a brand new development and no one had kids my age. I was sort of glad to be able to finally meet someone my own age, but still apprehensive about it.
Since I was 17, I could drive to school, which is exactly what I did, driving my parent's third car that was not worth trading in for their new one. At least I had a car for freedom, I thought as I drove to school. I didn't have any trouble finding my homeroom, being that it all was in only one building on one floor (as opposed to four buildings each with at least two floors and some three).
The morning went by fast, going to classes, getting textbooks. I hardly talked to anyone, because I knew no one and they didn't seem to care for me. Then it came time for lunch. And my world was about to change. I followed suit what everyone else was doing, going to their lockers, then going to the cafeteria, getting in line, and finally sitting down with their friends. I just sat down at an empty table, not in the back, but far away from the center. I looked around the room, scanning faces, slowly eating my food.
I suddenly caught a face out of the corner of my eye. I immediately focused on the face and just stared at it. It was a beautiful face-short brown hair, blue eyes. He was smiling, showing his dimples in his cheeks. I couldn't stop staring. He sat down to the table he was standing above and chatted with his friends. I kept watching him throughout the lunch period. I couldn't get his face out of my head.
I went to my 8th period class, which was Human Anatomy and Physiology, my only honors course I was taking. It looked like it was going to be fun, but a lot of work. 9th period I had gym, 10th period I had US Government. The bell rang, and I went to my locker. I opened up the door to exit the building, and got run over by some maniac who knocked me to the ground in a second.
I'm not a big guy, about 5'2", 100lbs, toned, short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and about 27" waist and smooth. :) So, it was easy to see why this giant running idiot would knock me down. All I heard was laughing and then boom, I fell on my back.
"Yo buddy!" I heard a voice say. "Are you all right?"
I opened my eyes up and saw that kid I was staring at in the cafeteria earlier today. I just looked at him, with my mouth open. I'm sure I looked pretty stupid.
"Here, let me help you up," he said, offering his hand.
I took his hand and he pulled me up more than I pushed myself up. He smiled at me, and I couldn't help smiling back.
"Sorry, bud. I don't usually knock people over like that," he said, chuckling.
"That's okay," I finally said, putting my backpack on my back.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Aside from my head hurting like a bitch, I seemed to be okay.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I said, rubbing the back of my head which obviously had been slapped against the hard floor.
People just kept on passing us through the stairwell out the door to their freedom.
"My name's Brett," he said, extending his hand to me. "But my buds call me B."
I stuck my hand out and meekly shook his. I looked at his hand and then followed his arm up to his face again. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt, and I could see all the muscles contracting when he shook my hand. He had a smile on his face.
"Cool, nice to meet you. I'm Ryan," I said, suddenly feeling uneasy.
"I don't think I ever seen you here before. Are you new?" he asked, looking intently at me as if there was nothing else in the hallway but us.
"Yeah, just moved here about two weeks ago. First day of school here for me," I said, trying to remain calm without just collapsing in front of him. He was cute. As we talked, I gave him the total check out. He actually was cuter than cute. This boy was handsome! It looked like he had nicely defined pecs underneath his white t-shirt. And those legs, which were slightly hairy and very developed. About 6'2", 190lbs, light brown hair, green eyes, and....ugh.
"Cool, man. Well, let me know if you need anything. You'll be seeing me around I'm sure," he said.
"All right, thanks!'
"And sorry about knocking you over, bud. It'll never happen again," he said before he started walking away.
"You better make sure that it doesn't," I said, grinning.
He turned around again and laughed. "See ya, Ry," he said, waving to me.
Well at least he knows my name I thought as I had continued my journey to my car. I walked slowly, because there was nothing for me to rush home for. And sure enough, five minutes later, I saw him again. He was over two spots away from me, with three of his friends, all who were about his size. But, he was the one that caught the eye. He grinned when he noticed me.
"Hey Ry!" he said, waving.
I waved back as I threw my book bag in the back seat. "See ya later, Brett."
What a day. I thought, as I drove away and headed back to my boring life in my brand new house with my family. it wasn't too bad. Besides my parents, I also had a kid brother who was 14 and my older sister was away at college. I didn't do much when I got home. All I remember is jerking off, thinking about Brett the whole time.
The next morning I was hoping to run into Brett in the student parking lot. However, is aw his car was already there, so I figured i was too late to see him. I walked slowly to the back entrance of the school and went inside to my locker. As I was leaving homeroom to go to my first class of the day, I clumsily bumped into someone as I was looking up to see the room numbers.
"Hey, Ry!" I heard a familiar name say.
I backed away from this big chest I ran into. I smiled immediately when I saw his cute face. So boyish, but also manly. I felt like I was going to fall over.
"Trying to get me back for what I did to you yesterday?" he asked me.
I laughed, and said, "Yeah, actually. Did it work?"
"Uh," he said, suddenly changing his stance and grabbing his rib cage with his left hand. "Ooo, bud, what the fuck?"
All I could do was laugh.
He laughed along with me and it was a wonderful sound. He put his arm around me and asked, "Where are you off to?"
"Uh, U.S. Government."
"Oh cool! Who do you have?" he asked, taking his arm back.
"Mr. Miller," I replied.
"Cool! We're in the same class together. Wait a sec, and I'll walk with you," he said, turning around to his other friends.
He said his goodbyes to his other jock friends, members of football team I think, and left with me. I was totally amazed. Here I was, the second day of classes, and I was walking with this giant. I felt good. We talked all the way to class about what different classes we had and found out we had a few together. I thought it was a little strange for him to take me under his wing like this, but I wasn't going to complain.
We sat next to each other in class until the teacher, who Brett told me was an asshole, assigned us seats. Unfortunately, we didn't have any other morning classes together.
"So, you wanna go out with me to lunch later on?" he asked, as we were gathering our books up to go to the next period class.
"Uh," I said, shocked that he asked me. "S-s-sure," I finally managed to respond.
He gave me the biggest smile. "Okay, that would be awesome. I'll meet you at your locker."
I wasn't sure, I didn't want to make this more than it seemed to be, but I was almost positive that he was checking me out before he turned to leave. I know I was checking him out the whole class period. 6', 170lbs, short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a great smile, with great legs that were thinly coated with hair, just enough. Absolutely no hair on his arms, and none that I could see on his chest through the neck of his t-shirt he was wearing.
I went through four more periods of 40 min classes. Nothing too exciting. I honestly couldn't wait for lunch time. At least I could talk to someone. Finally, 11:52 AM came around, and I fled to my locker. I found Brett looking good standing in front of my locker before I even got there.
I must've had a big grin on my face, because he smiled back to me.
"Hey, Ry," he said, softly.
"Hi," I responded. He moved out of my way so I could open my locker. I switched books and we were on our way.
"So, where do you want to eat today, bud?" he asked. In my old high school, we were not allowed to go out for lunch. I was still fascinated by the fact they gave us an hour to go out for lunch (seniors only of course).
"Doesn't matter to me," I responded, holding the door for him. Along the way to his car, he saw plenty of people he know, each asking him what he was doing for lunch, inviting him to come along with them. He turned all of them down, surprisingly to me. I was amazed at how many people knew him.
He even drove a nice fuckin' truck, a fuckin' Toyota 4Runner. I was amazed.
"It's open," he said, getting into the SUV. I opened the passenger's door and hopped in.
"Wow," I said, in amazement. "Is this yours?"
"Yep, it's all mine. I'll tell you someday how I got it, though," he said, starting up the engine. "But, don't think I'm a spoiled brat either."
"I didn't say you were," I responded.
"Good," he said, looking into my eyes, pausing before shifting the gear into reverse.
I was sweating by that point. It was hot, sure, but it was hotter when Brett was around me.
"What kind of music do you like?" he asked, as he put on the radio.
"Oh, all kinds, man. Anything from classical to pop/rock without going to the extreme of any type like metal or rap."
"Cool, me too," he answered.
"Well, I'm sort of a composer/arranger. I love all kinds of music," I answered.
"Really?" he asked, looking at me, sounding very interested.
"what instruments do you play?" he asked.
"Well the piano is my main instrument, but I also play the alto sax."
"Cool! I used to play the sax too. Now I just play guitar," he said, turning into a McDonalds.
"Really? Awesome! We'll have to get together and jam sometime," I said, excited about finding someone else who was musical.
We talked more about our music background. he had been playing the guitar since he was about 7, and I had been playing the piano since I was three. He told me he often wanted to form a band, but never really got around doing that. I had also similar ambitions, but my true dream was to become famous composer. I wanted to write for pop/rock bands, and eventually write a broadway musical.
"That's awesome," he said, taking a bite of his cheeseburger.
"Only thing is, I can't' write lyrics," I said. "I need to find a lyricist first."
"I write some lyrics, love to write poetry," he said.
"You?" I asked, surprised that a big guy like Brett would be a poet.
"Yeah, me!" he responded, laughing.
"What?" he then asked.
"I'm sorry, you just didn't seem the type," I said, embarrassed at my reaction.
"Ah, don't worry about it. A lot of people make judgments about me that aren't true. I'm used to it," he said.
I took that as a double meaning, just the way he said it, the way his tone of voice was. there was something he wanted to tell me. But I refused to let myself think that he could be possibly be interested in me.
"So, speaking of which, I do take it you're on the football team," I said, point out his varsity t-shirt for football.
"Yep!" he responded, rather proudly. "I'm the quarterback, actually," he said.
I just looked at him and stared. WOW! I thought to myself. Here I am, eating lunch with the fuckin' high school quarterback. Damn, how did I get here? Suddenly I felt very uneasy again. Unfortunately, Brett sensed that.
"Dude, don't worry. I'm just like everybody else. I'm normal. Please don't act like I'm a god or something."
I looked at his face, still too shocked to say anything. I mean, I was popular in my old school, seriously. But I never really associated much with the athletic crowd of the school. So, here I was, second day of school, eating lunch with the quarterback.
"Wow," was all I could manage.
Just then about four guys came in to the fast food joint. they immediately saw Brett and started walking over. Brett groaned a little and murmured, "Here comes some of the team."
I could tell he really didn't want to associate with them at the moment. But he smiled and shook hands with them, saying hi and all. He then introduced me.
"Hey, this is Ry," he said, point to me. I tried to act normal and calm, meeting these hunks. They were hunks, rugged-looking. Brett on the other hand seemed more delicate, more sensitive, but still looked all man and muscle. Something in the face.
"Ry, this is Jason, Mark, Trevor, and Bill," he said. "What are you guys up to?"
"Well, we were just getting lunch. You're gonna be at practice today, right?" said one of the guys.
"Of course," he said.
"Can we sit with you?" asked one of the other guys.
I was slightly disappointed that our time together was going to be disrupted, but then Ry spoke up.
"Well, Ry and I were just finishing up. So, if you wanna sit here, you can," he said, looking at me. His face told me that he didn't really want to stay here any longer. I took that as a hint and got up. it was true, we were almost done with our lunches. He followed me, and we walked out together.
"Sorry, Joe. I just get sick of those guys sometimes," he said. "They are just so into football, and that's all they talk about it seems."
"Hey, I should be thanking you for getting me out of there. I was worried that I would have to sit and be the sixth wheel while you guys talked," I answered honestly.
Brett laughed. He looked back at me before we went through the exit.
"I take it you aren't into sports much?" he asked, smiling.
"Well, I did wrestle for my middle school, but until this summer, high school didn't have my weight class."
Brian laughed again as we got into his 4Runner.
"Well, were you any good?"
"Yeah I was very good," I said, and that was the truth.
"You should go out for it this year. I'm on the team too, we could use a lightweight. How much do you weigh?"
"About 100 pounds"
"Yeah, man, we need a 103," he said.
"Okay, well, we'll see," I answered.
On the way back to school, I couldn't help myself and I checked him out several times. The last time I was caught red-handed as I had my eyes on his chest when he looked over at me. Surprisingly, he just grinned and said nothing. Nothing was said after that. I felt uncomfortable.
"Ryan," he said, getting out of the SUV when we were back at school. "We should get together over the weekend sometime and jam. It would be fun!" he said, smiling looking directly into my eyes.
I could've melted away. "Uh, yeah, sure, uh, if you wanted to," I responded.
"Cool! What class do you have now?" he asked as we were walking back to the school building.
"Uh, Physics," I answered. He got a big grin on his face.
"You have it too?" I asked.
"You guessed it," he responded.
I really was starting to enjoy his company and his humor. And what's more, he seemed to like spending time with me. I was amazed at how easy it was to make him laugh. We laughed all through Physics class, and the teacher gave us some dirty looks. It was fun, though.
The last two periods of the day were dull without my new friend in them. I went to my locker and made the switch of books, and closed the door, and turned around to leave. I was looking up however this time, and didn't run into someone who was standing almost right in back of me.
"Hey Brett," I said.
"Hey, stud," he joked. "How's it going?"
"Not bad, not bad at all. You off to practice?" I asked, smiling.
Brett rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, as usual. But, hey, we got a game tonight man. You should come to it."
"Well, I don't know, man," I said, knowing that I hardly knew anyone who would be there. Practically the only person I would know would be out on the field.
"Aw, come on, man. I want you to come," he said, still grinning, putting his hand on my shoulder lightly.
I looked at his face and couldn't resist. I broke in to a grin. "All right, fine," I answered.
He smile got bigger and he said, "Great! I'll see you there. then we can talk about getting together this weekend, too."
By this time, I figured out that either he was really hard up for a normal friend, or that he was attracted to me. I didn't care which it was. I was just happy to have a friend. I drove home, told my parents my plans, and they said it was okay. There wasn't any reason why they wouldn't. What a night this was turning out to be.