Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 14:11:45 EDT From: SNJBoy76@aol.com Subject: Collision, Part 13 COLLISION IS BACK! After a long break, I have written a new section to this series. I am sorry that it took me so long, but I was working on my other series, Dan, the Man. This is the thirteenth installment of this series. Thanks to all who have responded in the past. I enjoy the feedback, positive or negative If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), do not read this story. Your nuts will fall if you do. And if you do not like reading about gay high school kids learning about love and life, then don't read this story. This is copyrighted in 2001. All rights belong to the author of this series. No unauthorized reproduction is allowed. It is a work of fiction, too. So all similarities to real life are strictly coincidental. And now on with... Collision, Part XIII "Miller" By Joey E "Hey, Ryan!" Dan said, as he met up with Ry in the hallway. Ryan smiled and waved. "I heard you had quite a match last night," he said, shaking his hand. "Yeah, my fifth of the season!" "I'll have to be sure to catch the next one!" "Cool, yeah! We can always use more fans. Bring Joe along too!" Dan laughed. "I'll try." "Oh just tell him that the view of boys in nice tight singlets is quite stimulating!" Ry joked. "I'm sure they are," Dan said. "I'm sure they are. Well, I gotta head for my next class. I'll talk to you later." I was headed to my Physics class, seeing various friends in the hall. One person I was not looking for though appeared. "So, the faggot can wrestle?" "Miller, go away," Ryan said, trying to maneuver his way around the dumb jock. "Bet all you homos like to grope and feel each other..." "Get away from him," a commanding voice said from behind them. "Fuck you, Brett," Miller said, defeated. He walked away. "Promise me you'll tell me when he talks to you that way. No one talks to my boy and gets away with it!" he said, putting his am around Ryan. "Well, if it isn't the old cock sucker himself..." Ryan heard a familiar voice say behind him. He stopped walking and closed his eyes, bracing himself for what might happen. He then turned around. He almost avoided this locker room confrontation in gym class. "Miller, get off my back," he said, without even turning around. "What?" Miller asked. Ry could feel Miller right behind him. He was surprised to find Miller's hand rubbing his ass. "Get the FUCK away from me," Ryan said, spinning around to face his harasser. "I thought you'd like the feel of that," Miller said, in a demeaning tone. "Not from you. I'd rather feel a chick than feel you," Ry said. Why did Miller always come in late when everyone else had left? Why did Ry have to have a class on the other side of the mini-campus that caused him to be the last one to be changing? "Fuck you, Ryan!" Miller yelled. He started rubbing his cock through his gym shorts in front of Ry. Ry must admit, Miller did have a good body. Ry looked away, and pulled his shorts out and started getting undressed. In his head, Ry was working on a plan. For the past few months, he had noticed Miller checking out Brett in the locker room as for all the other guys too. He noticed Miller getting aroused when he saw Brett without much on except his jock. He also knew that some of the most homophobic people are that way because they really are gay and just too scared or proud to admit it. Well, with that, Ry took off his shirt and pants, revealing a small body that had become defined through the wrestling season. Six pack abs were now prominent as well as a fully developed chest that was still smooth. Miller was still next to Ryan, changing as well. However, Ry looked out the corner of his eyes to see Miller taking glances at Ry's hot body. Hmm, thought Ryan Phillips. This could get very interesting. "What the hell are you looking at?" blasted Miller when Ry was absentmindedly looking at Miller's body. "You like my body? Maybe you'll want to suck my dick." That did it. Ry jumped up, wearing only his boxers to face his opponent. "Paul, maybe I should be saying that to you, you fuckin' cocksucker." "I ain't no fuckin' cocksucker," Miller yelled. "Then why are you checkin' out my boyfriend when he changes?" Miller opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. "Why do I catch you checkin' out every guy in here? And why the fuck were you just checkin' me out while I was changing?" "That's bullshit dude!" Miller protested, but visibly weakening. Ryan had him by the balls. Ryan inched his way closer to Miller. He was strangely getting turned on by this scene. And his cock proved that point. He reached down to adjust it and leered at Miller. Miller looked down at Ryan's boxers. There was an immediate reaction in Miller's briefs. "Apparently, your body is saying something else," Ryan said, looking directly at Miller's cock. "Get away man! Stop lookin at me, before I fuckin' punch you!" Miller said, suddenly backing up. Class was already started and Ryan knew he was going to be late, but somehow he felt he had to settle this once and for all. "What's the matter, Paul? You afraid of a little cocksucker? A little faggot?" Ryan asked, slowly while grinning. "STOP IT!" Miller yelled. "I ain't gonna hurt you," Ryan said. He was feeling a rush of adrenaline in his system as he pulled his cock out of his boxers. "Get away, man," Miller said, this time more weakly. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ryan's cock. "You know you want it," Ryan said, looking behind Miller. Bang! Miller was up against the row of lockers. Ryan kept coming closer. For some reason, Miller could not move from where he was. Ryan was laughing inside. "You want my cock, don't you?" Ryan said softly. "No man, get away!" "There's the door, man. I'm not forcing you to stay. Only you want to stay. You want my cock...." "Fuck you!" he yelled. Tears were starting to show in Miller's eyes. Shit, Ryan thought. I'm gonna make him cry! "Only if you want to," Ryan answered. "But I think you'd rather have my cock in your mouth. I bet that's what you jerk off to. I'll bet you fantasize about Brett, Eric and I all the time. I bet you want your dick sucked by a man. I bet you want your mouth filled with cum. I'll even bet that you want to get fucked up the ass...." By now, a wet spot had formed at the tip of Miller's dick still in his briefs. Ryan had him. He had him right where he wanted him to be. He suddenly grabbed Miller's balls in his briefs and squeezed gently. "I got you by the balls, dude. You ain't goin' no where now!" Miller whimpered, "Get away, man." A tear fell down Miller's cheek. He closed his eyes. This wasn't enough though, Ryan thought. He's caused me more hell this year than anyone else. Ryan slowly reached up with his hand and started rubbing his hand over Miller's defined chest. Miller's eyes shot open and looked right at Ryan. "What the fuck..." Miller said. "You want to suck my dick, don't you...you want to see me shoot my load all over your face, you fuckin' cum slut!" "Shut up..." was all Miller could say, still staring into Ryan's eyes. Ryan pressed up against Miller's hard body. He reached down and started stroking Miller's now erect cock. "You want me to fill your ass up..." Miller let out a small moan. His eyes were still open, staring right into Ryan's. Ryan was not afraid though. It had not been five seconds and Miller's body tensed up. Oh, fuck, thought Ryan, he's gonna shoot his load! At that instant, his load started spewing out. Ryan frantically backed up and aimed the stream right on to Miller. Ryan couldn't care less what kind of load it was. This was to teach Miller a lesson, nothing more. To end the torment Miller caused him. Miller felt sick to his stomach. He started getting dizzy. He let out a deep sob. He looked pathetic, weak, and lost with cum spewed all over his chest. He lost his balance and fell on to Ryan. "You fuckin' asshole!" he exlcaimed through his tears. "Get the hell away from me," he said. It was time to drop the macho routine and reach out for a person in need of help. "Paul, babe," Ry said, wrapping his arms around the bigger guy. "We all have our secrets, okay? And I assure you your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone okay? Miller was lead over to the bench by Ryan. He sat down, looking down at the floor. "I won't even tell Brett, man...." Miller looked up at Ryan. Ryan saw a new person come alive right then and there as Miller grinned a small grin. "FUCK YOU!" he said, laughing. "God, you're a tough guy, Ryan. You totally had me in your hand! Look, I'm sorry, bud. I guess I am more fucked up than I thought I was. I hate all the gays. I can't stand them. They go around like it's okay. But it's not! It's not right," he said, returning to a serious look. "God, here we go again," Ry said, rolling his eyes. "Then what are you?" Miller stared at Ryan. "I'm....uh..." "Paul, I had you here, drooling over my dick! You fuckin' shot your load in 15 seconds! Do you want me to go through that again so you can drool again?" "Fuck you," Miller responded, hanging his head again. "Listen, man, you obviously have some issues and have a problem of premature ejaculation. But that can be dealt with later," Ryan said, making fun of Miller. There was brief pause in the conversation. Ryan turned to face Miller again. "Are you by any chance catholic?" Miller shook his head yes. "Oh shit," Ryan said. "I went to catholic school until high school," Miller answered. "Fuckin' catholic school! You were fuckin' brainwashed," Ryan yelled, upset. "It's wrong!" Miller yelled. "I can't face it. I'll just ignore it. I don't need anyone." "Shut the fuck up, Paul. It's not wrong, you can't ignore it. God, I'm go so glad I didn't grow up Catholic. You're fucked up, Miller. Listen, you don't like me, obviously. Is it because I'm gay?" "Yeah," Miller said, his voice raising. "Why?" "Because it's wrong man. All faggots should go to hell." "All right," Ry said, getting up and getting very angry. "I'm not takin' this anymore. Let's just leave it like this." He started putting on my gym clothes. "You fuckin' torment me once more, and I'm gonna tell Brett you sucked my dick and you loved it! Brett would tell the school, I'm sure, and they would believe him," Ry said, with an edge to his voice. Miller looked up at me again. "You can't do that, it ain't true." "No but you wanted to..." "Bullshit!" "Look at me," Ryan said, going over to where he was again. His eyes were showing fire by this time. Miller's eyes were too, though, for that matter. "I am not afraid to do what I just said I would. You have to be true to yourself, Paul. Or else you'll never be happy, and you'll make everyone else around you unhappy, full of hate. The real God doesn't want us to have hate. He wants us to love and accept everyone for who they are! That's what God is all about. It ain't about the fuckin' catholic church. Go fuckin' be miserable for the rest of your life!" Ry yelled. Miller sat down again. Ry finished getting dressed and turned to Miller again, still sitting down on the bench staring at the floor. "Think about it, man. Remember, though, fuck around with me, and I'll fuck your life up good!" he said, before he turned around and left to join the gym class. Needless to say Ryan was very late for gym class. He started to get worried when Miller didn't appear. He was actually worried about the bastard. When it was time to go back to change, which was only a matter of 20 minutes since half the period went by already, Ryan wondered if Miller was still in there. As it turns out, Miller wasn't there. Oh, shit, Ryan wondered to himself. He didn't really mean to scare him out of class. He hoped that Miller, though he was an asshole, was okay. Ry always worried about people Wrestling practice was okay. Scott, Ry's wrestling partner for practice, was on a roll today, and pinned Ryan twice. Ry only pinned once. Brett noticed a change in Ryan's behavior. So did the coach. "Hey, Phillips! What's up?" the coach asked, as Ryan picked himself up off the matt. "Uh, nothin' coach." "You sure?" the coach asked. Brett came over as well. "What's up, little man?" Brett asked, concerned. By now everyone was focused on them. Ry briefly looked around at the team and replied, "Nothin'. Really nothing." "All right, boys!" the couch said, loudly. "Wrap it up! We'll see you here tomorrow. We got another match tomorrow afternoon. Everyone be here at 2:45PM. Let's go!" The team ran to the locker room to change. "Phillips, my office!" He shouted behind them. "Now what did I do?" Ryan asked Brett. "I don't know. You didn't look good today. Something's on your mind, Ry. Isn't it?" Ryan nodded. "But I can't tell you. I promised I wouldn't tell..." "Did any fucker mess with you?" Brett asked angry. "No, babe, no." "Well then what's the problem?" Ryan knew he could trust Brett, but being that Brett was on the football team and all, and he did promise Miller he wouldn't tell anyone, he couldn't. "Someone has issues. I don't think I handled it in the best way, but I couldn't do it any other way. I'll explain it later. It has nothing to do with me, okay?" Ry said, smiling at Brett. Brett grinned back. "Okay, buddy. You worry me sometimes, though." "I'll be all right," Ry said, heading off to the left to go into the coach's office. "You wanted to see me coach?" he asked. The coach turned around and smiled. "Are you sure you're okay Ryan?" "Sure I am. I just have some things on my mind." "Well, son, they better be out of there tomorrow when you wrestle. You looked like crap out there today!" "I know, man, I know. I promise, I'll be in good form tomorrow." He smiled. "Good, Phillips. Treat Brett well. He treats you like a king, Ryan." Ry smiled and replied, "I know coach, I know. He's the best!" "Just as long as you know it," he said, winking. Ry blushed. "But don't wear him out tonight," he said, winking again. Ryan broke up in laughter. "Damn, coach. Stop!" The coach laughed. Ryan couldn't help but check out his couch. Damn, he thought, I'd like to wrestle with him sometime in bed... "Okay, Phillips. Get your ass out of here before you start drooling!" Ry blushed again and said bye. "Ryan, what happened to you today?" Brett asked, as he drove me home. "I think I confused the hell out of some kid. I'm worried that he might do something irrational." Ryan told the story about the events that took place in the locker room at school today. He left out the name, but if Brett had any brains, he'd figure it out. "I know his number. Do you want it?" Brett finally said. "You know who it is, don't you?" "Of course, man. Don't worry, I won't blab. I won't even make it seem like I know. I know you will handle it well. After all, you were the one who made me finally comfortable with who I was. But, if you make him too comfortable, I'll break your little neck, bud!" "Brett, I have to tell you this. I didn't do it the most proper way. I lost my head, and I grabbed his cock to freak him out." "Okay..." Brett said, not knowing exactly what to make out of this. "Please, believe me. There were no sexual thoughts in my mind at the time. I was outraged by the memories I had of him tormenting me. I went out of control. I didn't know that he'd shoot his load soon after I stroked it a few times. I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do." "Damn, Ryan," Brett said, softly. He looked at Ry's face. He saw complete honesty. "He blew his load all over himself. He really looked pathetic afterwards. I had no intentions of making him cum, Brett. I want to be honest with you about that too. But my emotions were taking control and I wanted to humiliate him as much as he humiliated me. I hope you don't get mad." "It's okay, Ryan," Brett answered, smiling. "He got what he deserved. I'm quite impressed with you, man. You can take care of your own problems!" I smiled. "I hope he's okay though. What's his phone number?" Brett gave me his phone number. "But it's only for talking right? None of this jerking off again okay?" Ry smiled. "No more. Only for talking, man. I just want to make sure he's okay. I may have fucked up his life for good now." "He needs it," Brett remarked. They sat in silence for a little. "Oh! The coach says we can't fool around before the match. He says it'll wear us out!" Ry said laughing. "So, he knows I guess?" Brett asked. "Yeah, he told me to take care of you. He said you treated me like a king too." "I guess the old coach knows what to look for," Brett said. "Well, here's your house, babe. Kiss me." I kissed him right in front of my house, not caring if anyone saw. "You better call him tonight," Brett said. "I will, babe." We said goodbye, and went inside my house. Dinner was ready and I ate a big meal, since I never could seem to get enough to eat lately. I excused myself and went upstairs to my room to call my personal harasser. "Uh, yeah, is Mil....Paul there?" "This is he," the voice said. "Paul, it's Ryan...I wanted to call and..." "Dude, you can't call me like this..." "Why not?" "Because everyone will think..." "Shut the fuck up, Miller. I just called to see if you were okay, since you disappeared during gym class. And who's gonna find out that I'm calling you? Verizon? What the hell do they care?" (For those who don't know, Verizon is the local telephone service here in NJ). There was silence and then Ryan heard Paul laugh. "You're a funny guy, bud, you know that?" Ry breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, I've been told that before. So are you okay?" "For now, bud, for now." Well at least Ryan thought, he's calling me bud. Not faggot. "Good. So, can we reach an agreement?" "Okay. I won't bug you anymore about being gay. But that doesn't mean I won't stop buggin' you," he said. Ryan could see his wicked grin in his mind. "Oh great. Fine, well, remember, if you need me, I'm here to talk. Brett is too." "Oh, shit, don't involve Brett. Damn, man!" "We'll deal with that later. So, I'll talk to you whenever." "Sure, Ry." "You sure you don't want to suck my dick?" Ry asked, chuckling. "Aw, shit!" he yelled. "Dude..." "I'm kidding. It's a nice dick though..." "I wouldn't know..." "You should. You've been studying it long enough," Ryan said. "Okay, this is where I hang up....god that's sick." "All right, Paul. Bye." Well, Paul is okay, Ryan thought to himself. He's still fucked up, but he's okay. That was a good thing. Now, he could concentrate on his match for tomorrow. "Damn," thought Ryan while he was wrestling his 103 pound match against the rival high school in wrestling. This guy is good! Ryan was struggling for the first time in his wrestling season this year. It was one of the rare times that Ryan was still behind in the third period. Brett was watching from the sidelines, watching his little man on the mat, struggling. He wanted to go out and rescue him from this boy who was hurting him. Suddenly, Ry caught a glimpse of Brett and smiled to himself. He used all his strength to get up. The guy was on his back, so all Ryan did was stand up with his opponent still on his back. He was now standing up. Ry flung him off and he end up on his back on the mat. Ry quickly moved and laid on top of his opponent, assuming control of the match. "Come on!" Brett yelled out as he jumped up. "Pin him!" 1-2-3-4-5....SLAP went the hand of the referee on the mat. Ryan jumped up off his opponent, took off his head gear, and smiled back at the team. The coach was cheering as was the rest of the team. He wiped his brow, went back to the center of the mat, and shook the hand of his opponent. His arm was raised, indicated he was the winner, and he ran back over to where his team was. Eric surprisingly was the first one in line and picked up Ryan as others high fived him. Brett smiled as he watched his boyfriend being congratulated. He walked over to where he was standing and smiled at him. Ry's eyes gleamed as he met Brett's. He walked over to Brett and gave him a hug, which was totally okay to do in celebration. Unfortunately, the team didn't fair as well as Ryan. In fact, they lost the next four matches. Brett was now up to wrestle in the 215 lbs. Weight class. Ryan was sitting in his seat in the front row next to his friend Scott. The match looked pretty even, and thus, a little boring to watch. In fact, Ry had taken his eyes off the mat to joke with Scott. As soon as he did, Brett was thrown on his back and fought to flip over on his stomach. But to no avail. And he was pinned in five seconds. "Shit!" Ryan said, getting up, and walking over towards where Brett would come back. Brett didn't look too upset. If it was Ryan, he would've been furious. But Brett just shook hands with his opponent, said something to him, and walked off the Matt. He shrugged his shoulders at the team. The coach was waiting for him at the side. "Good effort, Thompson!" Coach yelled, slapping Brett on the back. Brett smiled and sat down next to Ryan. "Well, buddy, you can't win them all," Brett said, sipping his water bottle. "But you were undefeated, man!" "I know, but, like I said before, you can't win them all!" They both watched Eric kick his opponent's ass. The match was over. The High School lost. Coach looked disappointed, but this team was a fairly new team. The wrestling program was a lot worse before he took it over. Eric, Brett, and Ryan walked out of the locker room at the same time. Dan was waiting, as was another face. "Oh, god," Eric said, looking at Miller. "Here comes trouble." "Good match," Miller said to Ryan, shaking his hand. Ryan smiled and said, "Thanks. Glad you could come watch us get our asses kicked!" "No problem. I'll see you around, Ryan. Brett, Eric, see ya around!" Eric was throughly amazed at Miller's turnaround. Brett was surprised too. Ryan quite frankly wasn't expecting that much of a turnaround. "That was fucked up," Eric said. "Hey, Dan!" "Hey guys. Great match Ryan." "Where's Joe?" Ryan asked. "He wouldn't come. We aren't getting along as well as we used to," Dan explained. "Aw, that sucks man," Brett remarked. "Is it all from that night at Woody's last December?" "Yeah, that was the start of it." "Hey, you wanna go out with us to celebrate our loss?" Eric exclaimed. "Nah, I'm gonna head home now," Dan said. "See ya." So the three wrestlers left the building, ready to get an ice cream sundae at Friendly's. To be honest with you, that was fun writing. I can't promise when the next part of Collision will be out, since it seems I can only write one part every three months. But, I hope you enjoyed this section. Please send all comments to SNJBoy76@aol.com Thanks.