And now...

Collision, Part 17
"Dad, I'm Gay...."
By Joey E
 

"Jay, I want to say thanks once again for keepin' me calm last night, dude," Eric said, while Jay was driving them back to his apartment.

"No problem, man," Jay said, glancing over at Eric and smiling.

"By the way, who's car is this?"

"Oh, it's my roommate. I was very lucky he let me take it. Joe never lets anyone his baby!"

"His baby?" Eric asked, laughing. "A Toyota Camry is his baby?"

"Hey, don't let him hear you laughing. It's his baby with 200,000 miles on it. I doubt he'll ever get rid of it!"

Eric continued to laugh. They rode mostly in silence after that, each thinking about what could be on the other's mind. Finally, Jay spoke up.

"Eric, I have something to tell you that I want to tell you."

Eric looked at Jay and smiled. "Okay, what is it?"

Jay paused as he looked ahead at the road. "It ain't easy, man."
"We'll talk about it after you get us and the car safely back to the apartment," Eric said, understanding that what Jay had to tell him must've been very serious.

"Good thinking. Two car accidents in 24 hours would not be a good thing. I think we've suffered enough."

They pulled into the parking lot of the campus apartments. Eric had made a decision to go to this university, and looked forward to seeing the campus again and experience a little college life. He was also looking forward to being with Jason.

"I hope they aren't home," Jay said getting out of the car.

"Well, you got your roommate's car, man. He probably is home."

"True," Jay responded. They made their way to the apartment and up the steps inside. Eric was slightly nervous about coming in this apartment with Jay's roommates knowing that he was bi, but it really wasn't a big deal.

The living room was empty inside. The lights were off.

"Cool, they're not home!" Jay said.

"How many people do you live with?"

"Three other guys," Jay answered, taking off his jacket. Eric took off his and sat down on the couch.

"They gay?"

"Well, Joe is, you met him at the club with his boyfriend Matt. But Kev and Justin are not. They sleep in the other bedroom. I'll be back in a minute," Jay said, walking down the short hallway to his bedroom.

He appeared with a cigarette in hand and motioned for Eric to follow him out the back door. Since it was a second floor apartment, there was a balcony. Eric indeed followed him.

"Man, you gotta stop smoking!" Eric said.

"I'm nervous for some reason, man. I can't help it. I don't usually smoke regularly," Jay explained, lighting up.

"Still, it ain't good for you."

"I know, I know," Jay said.

"So, this is what a college apartment is like?" Eric asked, looking inside at the messy living room. There were magazines on the coffee table, a dirty glass, empty soda and beer cans, and a dirty plate. And that was just the coffee table.

"Oh, this is pretty clean compared to what it usually looks like," Jay said, chuckling.

"Hey, that's awesome. I can't wait to go to college. You know, I'm probably coming here right?"

Jay's face brightened up. Hmm, he thought to himself, he'd be closer. "Cool," he said.

"So, what's up, buddy?" Eric asked, wanting to put his arms around this little guy and just hold him, but thinking better of it.

"Well, it seems that I have some issues I need to work through, Eric. It ain't gonna be easy, but I can tell you'll help. You already have," Jay said, looking away.

"What issues?" Eric asked, concerned.

"Well, the fact that I was molested as a kid, and the fact that I have not really come to terms that I am what I am, shit like that..."

"Oh, shit like that?" Eric asked, surprised that Jay was saying it like that.

"Yeah. I had a fuckin' relative who sort of took advantage of my curiosity as a kid, man. Only he got carried away with it and forced me to, uh...you know..."

"Forced you to do what, man?"

"You know.." Jay said, turning away again.

"You mean suck it?" Eric said, his voice rising.

Jay looked up at Eric and shook his head yes.

"Damn, man! I thought you said you had fooled around with your best friend..."

"We did. He wanted to suck me off. I wanted to suck him off, but I didn't have the balls to say anything. But even when I tried to, I took one look at it and had flashbacks from when I was 10," he said, putting his butt out in the ash tray. "You wanna go back in?"

Eric sighed, "Yeah man. Damn..."
They both went back inside and sat down on the couch. Eric sat on one side, Jay sat on the other.

"So you mean to tell me that your relative basically took advantage of you and forced you to suck him?"

"Yeah, dude, it was nasty. I mean there was that desire, but I didn't want to be forced."

"Didn't you tell anyone?"

"No, because he said if I did, I would regret it," Jay explained.

Eric's face turned red. "What an asshole!"

"It didn't stop there. He had me do it to him three more times. And the last time was right after my dad and brother's funeral," Jay said with tears in his eyes.

Eric moved over to where Jay was. All he had to do was open his big arms and Jay moved into them in a second. Jay maneuvered himself so that he could be in his arms, facing Eric, sitting on Eric's lap basically.

"Your dad and bro died?" Eric asked softly, feeling really sorry for the little guy.

"Yeah, when I was 12, dude," Jay said. "God, I've only told one other person about my relative."

"Who exactly was this relative?"

"My cousin. He was 18 , I was 10."

Eric was raged with anger. Who dare mess with this cute little guy? he thought to himself.

"I thought I could hide from it. I thought when my best friend came out to me, I could handle it. I thought I wasn't bi. I liked girls, I thought. When it came time for my friend and I to screw around, I thought it was because I didn't want to, not because of what happened to me when I was younger. But I realize now, it was all because of that," Jay said, softly.

"What made you realize it?"

"Well, you. I don't know what it is. But I like you. I've never wanted to be with anyone as much as you. And I don't mean sleep with you. I just want to be with you. And when the accident happened, I realized, I wanted to be with you before I died," Jay explained. "It turns out we didn't die, and I still want to be with you more than ever."

The big guy took all this information in. He too wanted to be with the little guy. He liked Jay a lot. More than a chick he dated, more than his friends. They were both there, together and it felt wonderful.

Finally Eric spoke up after a few moments of silence. "Jay," he said, softly. "We can go as slowly as you want. I don't care how long it takes for you to come around. But we can go as slowly as you want. But please promise me, that I'll be waiting for something good in the end. That not all of this waiting is going to go to waste because you changed your mind."
Jay looked into Eric's eyes. "I promise," Jay answered, lowering his face towards Eric's. They're lips touched and sparks flew. They were in a passionate kiss in no time, picking up where they left off the previous night. Jay was sure he could feel something growing beneath his ass. Eric could swear there was something hard poking him in his stomach. Jay felt Eric's strong arms surround him and kissed him even harder. Eric finally broke the kiss.

"Jay," he said. Jay was still kissing his cheek. "Jay," He said again.

Jay stopped and looked at Eric. "We've got to stop," Eric said. "We've got to stop before we go too far, unless..."

Jay's face broke into a smile. "Unless what?"

Eric grinned back. "Unless you want to go further...."

Jay chuckled and leaned in again to kiss Eric. Eric met his lips halfway. This time Eric's hands got bolder. They began to roam down to Jay's cute tight ass. Jay moaned when he felt Eric's hands over his ass. He lifted himself ever so slightly to allow Eric's hands better access.

Just then, they heard footsteps coming up the steps. Jay jumped off of Eric and sat down back next to him. The person opened the door at the top of the stairways to come in.

"Joe!" Jay yelled, smiling.

Eric started laughing. Jay started laughing with Eric. Joe looked at the guys as if they were crazy.

"Well, okay then," Joe said. Joe was a little guy himself, only 5'4", 115lbs, brown hair, blue eyes.

"Joe, this is Eric. You met him at the club when we were there with Matt," Jay said.

"Oh, that's right, you were the one who was after Jay here," Joe said smiling.

Eric laughed. "That's right, buddy. And look who won?"

Joe laughed. "Oh, by the way, man, how you feeling? Jay said you guys were in an accident last night."

"Oh, yeah, I'm a little sore, but still I'm much better than if we fell off the bridge," Eric said.

"You have an airbag blow up in your face?" Joe asked, noticing the brush burn on his face.

"Yep, ever have one blow up in yours?"

"Sure have. It ain't fun. Are your ears ringing?"

"Come to think of it, yeah, they are!" Eric exclaimed.

"Jay, that eye looks worse than it did this morning," Joe remarked.

"Yeah, I know man...." Jay said.

"Ah, I think it looks cute," Eric said, smiling. Jay turned 8 shades of red and Joe just said, "Aww...."

"Well, I'll leave you two alone," Joe said, walking out of the living room into his bedroom.

"No need to. You stopped us just when we needed to be stopped," Jay said, smiling. He glanced at his watch. It was now 10PM.

"Do you need to get home soon?" Jay asked. "It's ten."
"Oh, yeah, shit. I gotta go to school tomorrow man, since I Missed today," Eric said getting up.

"Yo, Joe," Jay shouted. Joe appeared back in the living room. "Can you drive Eric home now?"

"Oh, that reminds me! Is my car back in one piece?" Joe asked.

Eric laughed. "Sure, man. I wasn't driving!"

"Come on you guys," Joe said grabbing his jacket and the three of them headed out the door.
 
 
 

Well, wrestling season was almost over. The team record wasn't too hot. However, Ryan's record was among the best on the team, having won every match except one, so far. Brett faired well, Eric faired well too. On a rare instance, the boys found themselves without practice on Monday night. Eric wasn't up for going out since he was still recovering from his accident.

"So, Ryan, you wanna go over to my house for a while, little man?" Brett asked, as he was driving away from the school.

"Sure, man. Got anything in mind?" Ryan asked, with an evil grin on his face.

Brett laughed and took Ryan's hand in his hand and started kissing it.

"I take it you want to fool around?"

"Mm hm."

Ryan sighed. "Take me to your house, man." And with that, Brett sped up and they arrived at the empty house in no time.

"My little sister has a band concert that my parents are going to tonight," Brett explained, opening his door.

Ryan hopped out of the 4Runner and followed his boyfriend towards the door. As soon as Brett closed the front door, they began to make out in the foyer. All those repressed feelings came to the surface. It seemed to be that since they hid them during school, it only intensified when it came time to show them. Needless to say, each boy was hot for the other.

Brett lead Ryan into the living room. "We have until 8PM man. A whole 4 hours..."

"Shut up and kiss me," Ryan said, grabbing the back of Brett's head, forcing him down to kiss him.

They made their way over to the couch, Brett pulling Ryan down on top of him. Ryan could feel Brett's hands going down inside his jeans down to his tight ass.

Soon the boys' clothes were off, strewn around the living room, taken off n the heat of the moment. Both high school boys were smooth and pressing against each others body as they kissed each other.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Just ignore it man, let the machine get it," Ryan said, in between licks on Brett's neck.

"Okay," Brett answered.

They froze when they heard the voice start speaking. "Brett, if you're home pick up. I need you to do some things please...

"Oh fuck," Brett said, getting up to fetch the cordless phone from the kitchen. Ryan remained behind, sitting down on the couch. Brett came back with the phone up to his ear and talking to his mom. He sat back down next to Ryan. Suddenly, Ryan flashed his trademark evil grin to Brett. Brett gave him a glare.

He swooped down in front of Brett and started stroking very slowly on Brett's shaft. Brett again gave Ry a glare that said, you fucker.

"Uh huh, yeah mom...I know, um, that you're going to the concert tonight," Brett said, trying to conceal the pleasure he was feeling.

Finally, after seeing that Brett was pretty good at blocking the pleasure out, Ryan just went for it all and started sucking Brett's 6 1/2" cock. His voice reflected it.

"Yeah, I was plan..oh...planning to do that tonight," he said, staring at Ryan.

Ryan just smiled up at Brett and went even further to pleasure his man on the phone. He lifted up Brett's legs and delve into his crotch, licking his balls, and then licking his way down to his ass.

"Yeah, mom....oh....uh....okay. No, I'm okay...."

Ryan giggled at how ridiculous Brett sounded. He licked around the ass which created more deeper sensations for Brett.

"Yes, I'm fine. Nothing....is...uh...wrong....Okay, mom....uh....yeah. I'll talk to you later....bye." Ryan heard the beeping sound, which meant Brett had hung up the phone and decided to keep on doing what he was doing.

"You fuckin' little bastard....oh, god...don't stop, Ry..."

"You like?" Ryan asked as he paused a moment to look up at Brett's face.

"I'll get you back for this, you know," he said.

"Uh huh...sure you will.." Ryan mumbled as he went back down to his lover's cock and licked it lightly with his tongue. Brett shook as a shiver went down his spine.

Ryan thought he would have a little fun with Brett. He stuck his tongue out again and barely flicked the head of the massive organ. Brett again flinched in pleasure. He rested his head on Brett's stomach and just kept on flicking the very tip lightly with his tongue. Finally, Brett grabbed the back of his head and said, "Come on, man!"

Ry got up and started licking down Brett's long shaft, causing Brett to moan slightly.

Brett then said, "Come up here, little man. I can't let you have all the fun!"

Ry did as he was told, and soon the boys were in a 69 position. Brett's mouth went right for Ry's six incher, and Ry went back to work on Brett. Brett then got brave, since Ryan did it to him and worked his way towards Ryan's ass. His tongue slipped between the two perfectly shaped cheeks and swiped his hole.

Ryan moaned immediately. He got up off of Brett's dick and just enjoyed the new sensations of Brett's tongue roaming around down there. He started moaning louder, which naturally turned on Brett more.

"You like that?"

"Aw, damn, babe, don't stop!"

Brett chuckled as he went back to work. His tongue probed Ry's ass as Ryan felt sensations he never felt before. "Shit," he gasped. By this time, there was precum dripping down Ryan's shaft. He reached down and started stroking his cock.

There was a sound at the front door that sounded like a key being put in the lock. They froze for a second. Ryan flew off of Brett. Brett flew off the couch, Ryan jumped, and they both looked around at the living room. Ryan quickly grabbed some clothes and threw them at Brett. Shit, this was too much.

"Fuck!" Brett said. "There's no time!"

And with that, the front door flew open and in walked in his dad. Now the living room was the room off to the left of the front door. So, imagine walking in on your presumably straight son and finding him butt naked on the floor with his presumably straight friend also naked, fumbling with their clothes.

Brett's dad's mouth fell open, his eyes bulged, and he had dropped his briefcase. The boys scrambled together and put whatever they could find on top of their laps. There was that awkward silence. No one could move. Brett eventually hung his head down, while Ryan looked away from both of them.

Brett's dad cleared his throat, picked up his briefcase and walked up the steps. After seeing Brett's Dad, you know where his looks came from. Mr. Thompson was a big guy, not fat, but just big.

"Shit," Brett said, grabbing his shirt, putting it on. Ryan frantically got dressed as well.

"Should I leave?" Ryan asked, buttoning his jeans.

"No, don't. Please, not yet. I might need to go with you, knowing my father."

"Fuck," Ryan said. "I thought you said they weren't going to be home until 8PM!"

"That's what they told me this morning, damn it!" Brett said, buttoning his jeans as well. "What the hell are we going to? We can't deny it. He just saw it with his own eyes!"

"You wanna go up and talk to him?"

"No. He'll come down when he's ready. I don't want to approach him this time," Brett said, sitting down on the couch.

Look over at his boyfriend, Ryan could tell Brett was under major stress. Not much was talked about each boys parents and how they would react if they ever found out. Brett had said, though, that he didn't think his dad would take it the best.

"Brett, maybe I should go," Ryan said, feeling embarrassed, his world spinning.

"No, I don't want you to. You're in this too, bro. Please stay with me."

Ryan thought and replied, "You're right. I'm here for you man. I'm sorry. We're in this thing together."
"Good."

The boys heard footsteps at the top of the stairs and waited for the father to descend down the steps. Slowly they came. It was clear that his father hadn't changed out of his dress shoes, since they made that distinct sound that shoes do on a hardwood floor stairway. They looked up to see what Brett's dad's facial expression was. It was blank, but those blue eyes seemed to dig into both of them for information. He made his way down and came into the living room, slowly and controlled. He sat down in the chair facing the couch that the two lovers were sitting.

"Dad, I..." Brett started to say, shaking, and unsure.

"B, calm down," Brett's dad said. "I ain't gonna throw you out."

Ryan and Brett sat in silence. Ryan was afraid to make eye contact with this huge father sitting across from him. He stared down at the ground.

"Please," his dad asked again. "Calm down."

Brett looked at his father. His dad seemed to be gathering thoughts in his head before he attempted to speak again.

"Brett....I can't say I'm surprised. I mean....god....What the fuck were you doing?"
Brett said nothing but continued to stare at his father.

"I'm trying to be a good parent here, son. I'm trying to just sort all this out. You gave me the shock of my life!"

Brett continued to be silent.

"Would you say something, please?"

Ryan turned to Brett. Brett looked at Ryan and then his father. "Dad, you might as well know, this is my boyfriend, Ryan."
Ryan shook his head and closed his eyes. That wasn't a good thing to say, he thought.

"Aw!!!" yelled his dad in frustration as he hung his head. "You can't be...you just can't be..."

"Dad..." Brett said, before taking a deep breath. "I am."

Brett's dad looked back up at his only son. His only son that he played catch with as a kid. The kid he coached through midget football, baseball, and soccer. The kid he watched grow up to be a fine man. The kid that he cheered on at every game he was in. The kid that would always be his kid no matter what. The kid that he had hoped one day would be the father of his grandchildren. The kid that his dreams rested on. The kid he wanted to see be successful in life.

"Brett, bud, do you know what you're doing?" he asked his son. Somehow, deep inside, Brett's father knew his son knew what he was doing. He always did. And that always made him proud. But now, it was something that he wished that Brett did not know what he was doing.

"Yes, I do," Brett said softly.

Mr. Thompson sighed and closed his eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am," Brett said, evenly.

He opened his eyes again. He looked at his son that apparently he didn't even know that well anymore. He thought he did, but apparently, he didn't.

"Do you still love me Dad?" Brett asked, holding back the tears.

"What?" his dad asked, surprised at the question.

"Do you love me still?"

"Of course I do, B," his dad said. "But it's just a lot to accept. Think of how it feels to have your only son fooling around with another boy."

Ryan's face turned red with embarrassed.

"I know, Dad. I should've told you before. Before you caught us like that," Brett said, calmly.

"Damn, B, I'm not sure what to say. It's gonna take a while. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive," Brett answered.

His dad sat in silence.

"You okay, dad?" Brett asked.

"No," his dad answered, getting up off the chair. "It's gonna take some time, son. You will always be my son though, no matter what."

"Thanks, Dad," Brett said, getting up as well. The two hugged in front of Ryan. That's all it took for Brett to be moved to tears.

"It's gonna be all right, B," his dad sad, patting him on the back.

Ryan watched the whole scene in awe. Brett had always mentioned he was close to his father. This scene proved that point. He was more relieved than anything else by this point.

"And eventually," Mr. Thompson said to Ryan, "I'll want to have a little chat with you too, Ryan."

Oh, God, thought Ryan, help me.

The son and father broke their hug. Mr. Thompson went back upstairs to his bedroom. Brett and Ryan sat on the couch in silence. Brett sniffled once.

"Should I go?" Ryan asked.

"No, not yet. I think he's still planning to go to my sister's concert. Just wait here."
His dad came down soon after. "I'm going to your sister's concert. I'm meeting mom down there. Behave, boys. Don't let us all catch you this time, please. Oh, and Ryan?"

Ry looked up at his boyfriend's father.

"Yes, Mr. Thompson?"

"He's a helluva a guy. Treat him right."

Brett nodded to his father. "Thanks, Dad."

His father winked at Brett and walked out the front door. There was hope after all.

Coming out can be a difficult process, especially to your parents. I was fortunate when I came out to mine. Though I know there are plenty of guys out there who have been less fortunate. I'm not sure where I'm going with this issue in the story yet. I wish parents could read some of this shit. Maybe they'd get a better understanding. Part 18 was fully written and ready to be formatted for the web when I lost the whole file. So it will be a little while until it is posted. Please be patient. If you have any comments or questions, I'd love to hear from you. Please send them to SNJBoy76@aol.com Thanks.