Collision, Part XXII
"Eric, The Slut"
By Joey E

After taking a break from this series, I welcome you to the twenty-second installment of Collision, a tale about high school boys discovering their sexuality and learning about love and life. If this is not your bag of weed, don't read on. If you are under 21 or 18 in some areas, don't read on either. You must read the disclaimer at the end. I am not putting it at the beginning because it will ruin the whole story.

Also, I'd like to express great thanks to all who have responded in the past. Special thanks goes out to Jay, Will, Neuman, BJ, Ryan, Ryan, Wes, Billy (the King of Slapnuts), Kristophe, and CJ. Last, but not least, I'd like to thank the one and only Matt for years of inspiration.

"Bud, you all right?" someone asked me as I was puking my brains out.

"No," I said between heaves.

"Come on Ryan, what the hell do you think you're doing?" asked a voice that only could belong to my former tormentor.

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. "Trying to forget everything..."

Two strong hands grabbed my arms, forcing me to turn and look straight at him.

Miller had some fire in his eyes. "Ry, come on, man! At Eric's graduation party?"

"Where else can I drink myself to death?" I asked.

"Shit, you're drunk."

"Ha, glad you noticed."

"Come over here, bud," he said, taking my hand and leading me over to a step. The sounds of the party echoed throughout the yard. It didn't seem right to be with the same people that I hung out with when Brett was here.

"He never got to graduate," I yelled, hugging Miller. "He never even got to go to college!"

Paul Miller put his strong arm around me. "Well, at least you're talking now. Just let it all out."

And so I did. For the past two weeks, I hardly talked to anyone. My parents were worried, my friends were worried, Brett's parents were worried. But I didn't care. Luckily, my parents just let me be.

"Fuck," I said, taking a sip of Paul's beer. Paul took out a pack of cigarettes.

"Let me have one," I said.

"You don't smoke."

"I have before. Let me have one."

Paul reluctantly gave me one and lit it while I inhaled. God, it felt just so right to be doing that right then.

"I loved him, Paul. I didn't even get the chance to tell him that! What the fuck kind of boyfriend was I, walking out on him like that? I never told him once more before he died!"

"Hey, bud, don't blame yourself."

"Who else should I blame? I left him when I knew something wasn't right. I could've done something!"

"What?" Paul asked. "What could you have done?"

I thought on that for a moment. "I could've taken him to hospital. I could've told his parents. I could've told my parents for heaven sakes!"

"How could you have known?"

"I just pictured us going through life together. At least fuckin' graduating together if nothing else."

Paul stayed silent.

"Two weeks, dude. Two weeks. God, I miss him so much."

Just then, Eric walked over to us. He took a glance at me and then glanced again when he realized I had a cigarette in my mouth.

"Ryan! What the fuck?" he asked, laughing.

"Don't even ask," Paul replied before I could get a word out. "You just missed him puking..."

"Shit, you okay, Ry?"

I nodded my head yes. Eric let out a loud sigh and sat down next to us.

"Rough night dude?" Paul asked.

"Dude, Jay just left without me," Eric said.

"What happened?"

"Oh, we haven't been getting along the best in the last week. So as usual, our night ended up in a fight. I'm getting tired of it, to be honest with you."

I had been wallowing in my own grief that I hadn't even noticed that the happiest couple ever was having problems. I suddenly became angry. Eric still had his man, and yet didn't seem to appreciate him.

"Fuck you," I said softly, looking at him.

"What's with him?" Eric said, surprised.

"Look at you," I hissed. "You still got your boyfriend. Your boyfriend is still alive. You guys are meant for each other. Anyone can see that."

"Woah, dude, calm down," Paul said, softly, still holding on to me.

"Let go of me, Paul," I said, rather loudly, getting back up. I walked passed Eric and said, "You don't even know how lucky you are."

I walked back in the house and walked out the front door. I didn't care if I was drunk. I didn't care what happened to me. I took the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the driver's door.

"Ryan!" I heard a voice yell. I opened the door, ignoring the voice. I heard footsteps running towards me. I turned around to find Paul running towards me.

"You can't drive," Paul said, grabbing my keys. That was the worst thing he could have done in my state of mind.

"Give me back my fuckin' keys," I said, flatly but firmly.

"Bud, stop it. I ain't givin' you your keys. Look at you, man! You're drunk!"

"Yeah, for the fourth time this week! What's your point?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Paul yelled at me, grabbing me in the process. "Now listen, bud! You aren't driving in your condition."

"Fuck you, I'll walk," I spatted in his face. I turned around and walked down the long winding driveway. I was sort of thinking that Paul or SOMEONE would follow me. But when I didn't hear any footsteps behind me, I just picked up my pace. It wasn't too far a walk, just maybe a mile or so....

Meanwhile, back at the party, the music was pumping and everyone there was pretty much in a good mood. Eric was just walkin' around his yard, saying hi to people when he spotted someone new. Being that he knew almost everyone he invited, he found it a little odd. He walked over to the cool-looking dude and introduced himself.

"Hey, man, where'd you come from?" he asked with a big smile on his face.

"Yo, dude, I got dragged along with your cousin, Amy. I hope you don't mind," he said grinning.

Eric stuck out his hand, and the dude shook it. "No problem, what's your name?"

"Ben," he said.

"Cool, well, you know me already."

"Pretty happenin' party, man!" he said, taking a sip of his beer out of a blue Solo cup.

"Thanks. So you've been going out with my cousin?"

"Nah, we're not going out. She just wanted to bring someone so she would have someone to hang out with."

The dude laughed. "But she has been gone for about a half hour now, and I have no clue where she got off to," he said, looking at his watch.

Eric laughed and glanced the guy over.

"Yo, haven't I seen you before? You look familiar."

"Well, I shouldn't be sayin' this, since it might cause a riot, but you've probably seen me on TV."

"No way!" Eric said, grabbing his arm. "Where?"

"Well, I ain't on any TV show, but I am featured on a few commercials."

'For what?"

"Uh, well," he started to say, then struck a pose and said in a familiar tone of voice, "Dude, you're getting...l!"

"OH SHIT!" Eric exclaimed, laughing. "Fuck, the freakin' Dell dude at my party?"

"Sshh!" Ben said, putting his finger to his lips. "Fuck, don't tell anyone man. I'm trying to be low keyed man. Don't fuck it up now."

"Aw, man. You gotta be kiddin' me! No one's noticed you yet?"

"Well, I think a few have, but they aren't quite sure. Anyway, I've been stayin' in the background, hangin' out with her parents mostly."

"Ah, I see," Eric said, taking a sip of his beer. "Well, I won't tell anyone so long as you do me a favor..."

"Sure, dude, what is it?"

"A blow job..." Eric said, grinning.

"You're just as crazy as your cousin said you were," he said, laughing, patting him on the shoulder.

Eric laughed along with him, though he had semi-serious intentions. He then put on a deadpan expression and said, "Who says I was joking?"

The tall, handsome, if not goofy, looking guy looked quite surprised after that comment. That is until Eric broke into a grin and said, "Gotcha, bro!"

"Shit, you are a crazy ass," he said.

"Well, if you wanna see how crazy I can really get, stay after the party gets over." Eric said, grinning.

"Well, I think her family is stayin' over night, so I just may get the privilege to do so," Ben said, smiling.

"Yeah, I bet you will..." Eric said before turning around and walking away.

Ben just followed Eric with his eyes as the High School Graduate walked away.

Walking back, I thought to myself, fuckin' Brett would've drove me home if I were in this state. I didn't care anymore about life. I didn't care what happened to me. I didn't care about anything. I didn't cry. I was pissed off. My vision was blurred. Somehow, I made it home. Luckily, my parents weren't in that evening. I only had my younger bro to deal with and he usually left me alone when I wanted to be left alone.

He was sitting on the couch in the family room, watching TV with some of his buddies from school. He looked up at me and the look on his face said it all. He shook his head at me and walked over. I felt like I was gonna fall over. He's the bigger of us, and he caught me as I almost fell over.

"Dude, you're fucked up again, aren't you?" he quietly said, hugging me.

"What about it?" I slobbered.

"Let me help you get up to your room," he said, dragging me towards the stairs.

I felt like making a scene, but then I thought about his friends being there and thought better of it. He gently led me up the stairs to my room. He closed the door behind him and sat down on my bed next to me.

"Dude, Ryan, this is the fourth night you've been like this. What is up with you?"

"Just kill me now," I murmured

"What happened to you, Ry?"


"Did you drive?"

"No the fuckers wouldn't let me drive home."

"Good for them," he said, helping me take off my shoes.

"Fuck them! They don't own me. They can't tell me what to do, and neither can you," I said.

"Shut up, Ry, you sound pathetic."

"Aw, leave me alone. Don't start that shit with me."

"Someone has to. Look at yourself, dude!"

"What the fuck would you know?" I snarled at my younger bro. At times, he was wiser than I was.

"Ryan, this is the fourth night, man. You turning into an alcoholic?"

"Fuck you!" I yelled, trying to sit up on my bed.

"Shut up."

"Get out of here!"

"Ryan, I swear, I'm gonna punch you in a second."

"You wouldn't have the balls," I replied, in a sneer. He was stronger than I was, but I wasn't afraid.

"Look at you man," he said, genuinely concerned.

"Aw, fuck you, man. I'm getting out of here," I said, stumbling to get up and walk out of my bedroom.

"Where the hell do you think you're gonna go?" he asked, standing up.

"Fuck you," I slobbered.

I felt a fist on the side of my face and I fell to the ground. "That's for being an asshole!" he yelled.

He picked me up in his arms and dumped me back on my bed.

"I'm sorry, Ryan. I love you, man. You're my older brother," he said with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry you lost your boyfriend, I'm sorry it didn't work out. But stop it! You're ruining yourself. You're scaring me, man," he said, getting back up.

He started to leave, but turned back around. "I want my big bro back," he said, softly before he left and closed the door behind him.

I just looked up at the ceiling, his last sentence echoing in my brain. I didn't know my little bro looked up to me that much. I didn't think I was affecting him in that way. I thought he wouldn't have noticed the change in me that much. But he did.

Meanwhile, back at Eric's house, the party was winding down at around 1AM. Most people had left. Eric's family and relatives were still there, cleaning up. By this time, Eric had gone inside, only to find his cousin's boyfriend in his bedroom.

"Yo, what's up?" Eric said. Ben jumped up in the air.

"God, dude, you scared me," he said, laughing. "Yeah, I hope you don't mind, I was just checkin' out your room."

"Nah, I've got nothing to hide. You staying here overnight?"

"Yeah, apparently. Your mom said I could crash in your room, which is why I am here now."

"Cool! Well, I guess it's okay, if you don't mind sleepin with another dude in the bed."

He laughed and said, "Nah, it don't bother me."

"Well in that case, I'm getting ready for bed."

They both undressed down to their boxers and t-shirts. Eric causally checked out Ben's body as he undressed. Not bad. About 6', maybe 150-160 lbs, killer blue eyes, thin build, but toned, and rounded out with short, dirty blonde hair. His hormones started to kick in again.

"So, you give that blow job any thought?" Eric asked, grinning.

Ben laughed and said, "Not really, dude."

"Well, then how about I give you one?"

"WHAT?" yelled Ben, still smiling though.

"Hell man, you're a hottie. I'd do you in an instant!"

"I can't believe I'm hearin' this man. You're crazy!"

Noticing Ben didn't turn away or scream, Eric took this as a good sign. "Come on dude," Eric said. "I'm a bit drunk, I'm high on life, I don't give a fuck. I also saw you checkin' out my ass earlier tonight. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It is a cute ass..."

Ben just laughed, more nervously this time. Eric crawled in on his side of the bed.

"It's your choice, dude. You can sleep on the mattress on the floor, or you can sleep in my bed. But the price of sleeping in my bed is....well, you know..."

"You fucked up piece of shit," Ben said, grinning, suddenly regaining his confidence. "If you wanna play that way fucker, you're gonna play by my rules!" He jumped onto the bed.

Eric looked at Ben in completely surprise. "You can't be serious."

"Oh I am," Ben said, climbing on top of Eric. "You want the Dell dude? You're gonna have to earn it, boy."

"Shit," Eric said, giggling. "Let's remember one thing, bitch, I'm bigger than you."

Ben clenched Eric's balls in his hand. "You may be bigger than me, but I got you by the balls."

"Fuck," Eric said, smiling. "Yes you do....but..." Eric said, grabbing Ben's balls, "so do I."

Ben looked into Eric's eyes and leaned down to place his lips on Eric's lips. They kissed and soon balls were released and arms were around each other. They rolled around on Eric's bed, trying to assume the top position. They were laughing and giggling. Each boy was hard as a rock now.

"Something come up dude?" Ben asked Eric, grabbing Eric's shaft.

"Yeah. What are you gonna do about it?" Eric asked, smirking.

"This," Ben said, stripping off his t-shirt and boxers and waving it in front of Eric's face, who was on his back against the bed.

"Now, I know this is what you want, man. This is probably what you think about when you see me on TV. This is what you fantasize about...come on, suck me," he hissed.

Eric just looked at him dumbfounded and surprised.

"Come on, man, open your mouth," he commanded. Eric surprisingly did what he was told and Ben wasted no time in shoving it down his throat.

"Yeah, take my cock bitch. Take it deep in your throat."

Eric took the thick eight incher in his mouth like a champ. He kinda liked the position he was in. He knew that if worse came to worse, he could toss the thin guy off him in one second. But he liked being in the submissive position and it surprised him.

After a while, Ben turned around and lowered his butt towards Eric's face. Eric knew what was coming and wasn't sure he wanted it.

"Come on, man, lick my balls."

Eric stuck out his long tongue and covered Ben's big balls with saliva.

"Ooo yeah," Ben moaned softly. "Yeah, that's it."

Eric got bold then and aimed his tongue at Ben's ass.

"Oh yeah, man, you want that ass?"

Eric just kept licking the hairless asshole of Ben's. He kinda liked it. And it turned him on the way he was turning on Ben.

Eric then pushed Ben off of him and sat up. He got up off the bed and said, "All right, bitch, it's your turn now. Suck my dick!"

"I think you need more of a reminder of who is in charge here, bitch. I ain't suckin' your dick yet." Ben bolted off the bed, pushed Eric back down on the bed face down.

*Smack* went Ben's hand across Eric's muscular ass. Eric groaned in pain and pleasure. He smacked it again. And again. And again. Eric turned around and said, "Come on bitch, is that all you got?"

Ben looked at him with fire in his eyes. "Shut up!" he hissed. Ben looked around Eric's room. "Stay there, don't move."

Eric did as he was told as Ben went over to Eric's desk and found an old shirt. He came back towards Eric and wrapped it around Eric's face, covering his mouth and tied it at the back. He then saw rope on Eric's desk and tied Eric's ankles to the posts of the bed. Eric protested lightly but not heavily. Ben then continued to tie his wrists to the other posts of the bed. Once Eric was tied though, he protested harder.

"Stop, slut. You're only makin' it more difficult for yourself."

Ben bent down and started caressing Eric's two perfectly shaped hemispheres. He then put his face down towards it and licked very lightly the crack. He then worked his way down the crack towards his hole and lightly flicked it. Ben started really workin' his ass, rimming, and lightly probing it.

Eric moaned through the gag.

"Yeah, you like that?"

Eric nodded his head yes.

"That's what I thought...a bottom boy..."

Eric's eyes widened with fear as he took one look at Ben's 8" thick cock. Though he was fucked by Jay, he wasn't sure he could take this mother fucker.

"You ready to be untied yet?"

Eric didn't budge. Ben smacked his ass.

"Are you ready to be untied yet, bitch?"

Eric nodded his head yes. "All right, you promise to behave?"

He nodded yes again.

Ben, suddenly seemed to have a change in attitude. He untied each know slowly and tenderly, finally removing the shirt tied around Eric's head.

Eric immediately flipped over on his back and leaned up to kiss Ben, passionately. He drew Ben into him with his strong arms, as their tongues collided and their bodies rubbed. This kiss lasted a while as Eric's arms and hands felt down Ben's smooth, toned, and tanned body. Ben let out a groan.

Ben leaned down and took Eric's 7" cock in his mouth. Eric moaned in pleasure as Ben took it in and out of his mouth. His hands were now rubbing Eric's balls and ass.

Ben finally licked his way up Eric's smooth, muscular chest and stopped by the right nipple to give it a lick or two. He licked his way up the neck to his ear.

"Will you let me fuck you?" Ben whispered.

Eric sighed and replied, "Yes, man, oh yes." Eric reached over under his bed and pulled out some condoms and a bottle of Wet. Ben gave Eric an evil grin, which Eric returned.

Soon, Ben's finger was up Eric's ass. Eric was lovin' every minute of it.

"Ooo..that's a nice tight ass, dude," Ben said.

"Yeah, you like it?"

"Oh yeah. I wanna fuck you so bad, Eric," he said, as he slid two in.

Eric moaned. "Yeah, man, that's it."

Ben continued to loosen up Eric. Finally, it felt as if Eric was ready.

"Come on, Ben, I'm ready. Fuck the shit out of me, man!"

Ben grinned down at Eric and put the condom on his thick cock. He then lifted Eric's legs up the air on his shoulders and stuck it in slowly.

"AW SHIT!" Eric exclaimed.

Ben looked at Eric in a panic. "Dude, cover your face with a pillow or something. You're gonna wake up your family!"

Eric grinned, grabbed a pillow, and bit into it.

Ben slowly started fucking Eric's tight ass in and out. Eric's cock was dripping with precum, partially hard.

Eric looked up at Ben again and said, "Come on, boi, show me what you got!"

"Yeah, you wanna see what this Dell dude has?" he said, as he shoved it in all the way.

"Aw, yeah, show me what you got!" Eric said under his breath.

So, soon it turned into a vicious fuckfest. They tried all different positions, neither of them wearing out. But like all things, it had to come to an end. Ben was the first to unload.

They were fucking doggy-style. Ben exclaimed, "Aw, dude, I'm gonna shoot!"

"Aw yeah, Ben, come on, shoot it in my ass," Eric said. "Breed my ass..."

"Yeah, you want me to breed that pussy boi ass?"

"Oh yeah, man."

"Here it comes, baby!" Ben exclaimed, as he took one more thrust and held it inside.

The sensations from Ben busting a nut sent Eric over the edge. He held it in though, enjoying the feeling of Ben's load exploding in his ass. As the orgasm subsided, Ben collapsed onto Eric.

Eric sat up and Ben laid down on the bed next to him. Eric got the clue and straddle Ben underneath him, carefully not putting his full weight on. He started jerking off his hard cock.

"Yeah, Eric, come on, shoot it. Shoot it on me, man. Shoot it all over my chest.."

And so Eric did. Not only on his chest, but his neck, his face, and even his hair. He milked the last drops out of his cock as he sighed. Ben looked up at him and smiled. Eric bent down and licked the drops of cum off Ben's face. They exchanged one last kiss, each tasting Eric's cum.

"Aw, fuck, dude, that's just what I needed," Eric said, as he got up to get a towel. He threw Ben a towel and dried himself off. He climbed back into bed next to Ben, exchanging a kiss. They got close to one another and pretty soon, Ben was actually spooning Eric.

"Good night, Eric," Ben said, softly in his ear.

Eric turned his head around and smiled. " Good night, Ben."

They kissed and fell asleep.

Back at my house, I was awoken by a knock at the door.

"Ry," he whispered. "There's someone to see you."

I saw a big figure step in the doorway and knew exactly who it was.

"Hey, bud," the guy said, walking in. My bro closed the door and now I was alone with him.

I sat up in my bed and glared at Paul.

"Did you come here to pick on me too?"

"Bro," he said, coming over to my bed and sitting down next to me. "Do you know what you need?"

"A good drink?" I asked.

"No," he said, motioning me to move over. There was not much room to move over since I only have a single bed. But I laid back down on the bed and turned to the wall. Surprisingly, he laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me. I gasped realizing it was Paul next to me with his arms around me on my bed.

"This," he whispered in my ear.

We were spooning, I in front of he. I was too involved in my own pity to realize the impact. I just melted away in his arms in my emotions. Soon my body was racked with tears and pain. I just fell asleep, safely in his arms, with him quietly telling me everything would work out all right.

I woke up with the sun in my eyes. I forgot to close the blinds again, and since my windows faced east, well, you do the math. I suddenly felt an emptiness around me. I remembered Miller had cuddled up with me last night and I looked around for him.

I got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen. My bro was there, eating cereal on the island in the kitchen.

"Hey, Steve," I quietly said.

"Hi, Ry. Paul just left. He looked kind of weird."

"Oh really?" I asked, getting out the cereal. "How so?"

"Well, he just left very quickly. I was sort of surprised he was still here."

"Yeah, I sort of passed out. I guess he did too."

We ate in silence for a few moments.



"I'm sorry about punching you in the face last night," he said, looking down at his bowl.

"It's okay, man. I understand. I'll admit I haven't been myself since he died," I said, looking at him.

"It's just that," he started to say. He looked up at me and said, "It's just that I've been kinda worried about you. That's all."

I held his hand and said, "Thanks."

We hugged each other.

"Enough said?" he asked, smiling.

I nodded my head yes. "Enough said."

For the first time in a while, I felt like smiling. Though my bro and I didn't hang out often, we were still close. This point proved that.

We ate breakfast and I headed upstairs to shower and get dressed for the day. I thought it was a bit odd that Paul would sneak out on me before I woke up. A thought crossed my mind that he was ashamed of what he did last night, being that he had hardly even come out yet.

I went downstairs after brushing my teeth and sat down on the couch in the family room. I turned on the TV and just zoned out for about two hours watching some made-for-tv movie on Lifetime. The door bell rang shortly after it had ended. I got up and was surprised to see Paul standing in front of the front door.

"Paul, come in, man," I said, opening the door to him.

"Thanks, Ry," he said as he stepped inside my house.

"What's up?"

"I apologize for sneaking out on you this morning. I've been thinking about it all afternoon and I just had to come over and apologize."

"No harm done."

"You feeling okay today?"

"Surprisingly, yes I am."

"I was wondering what you were doing this afternoon. I thought maybe you'd like to catch a movie or something."

Wow, was this actually Paul, asking me to hang out with him?

"Uh, sure, man. What flick did you want to see?" I asked, sitting down on the couch. He sat down next to me.

"I don't know. Which one did you want to see?"

"Spiderman," I said, without thinking.

"Aw, man, why that?"

"Oh, Brett and I wanted...."

"Oh shit," he said, softly, looking at me as I realized what I was going to say.

I regained my composure and continued. "Brett and I wanted to see the movie. I still do, man."

"All right, bro, we'll go and see Spiderman."

Just as we were getting up to leave, there was another knock at the door.

"Who the fuck could that be?" I asked, opening it.

There stood a certain 6'5", fun-loving boy. He had a wide smile on his face.

"DUDES!" he yelled as I opened the door and let him in.

"You won't believe what happened last night," he said.

"What?" Paul asked. "Hurry up, man. We were just on our way out."

"No, you gotta sit down."

"Aw, man..." Paul whined.

"Trust me, Paul. You'll want to sit down."

"What's going on?" I asked, sitting back down on the couch.


"Huh?" I asked. "You're joking right?"

"No way, man! I got him!" he said, sitting down on the Lazy-Boy.

"Oh shit," Paul said, chuckling softly.

"How the hell did you get him?" I asked.

"Well, he was at my party, man. We started talking, and you know, the rest is history," he said, grinning.

"Oh shut up," I said, laughing. "Let me guess. You were the bottom?"

Paul chuckled again.

"No, Mr. Ryan Phillips. I didn't bottom. We didn't go that far, man. God, what kind of girl do you think I am?"

"A fat one," Paul remarked, grinning.

I laughed at that comment

"Shut up, Miller!" Eric said, smiling.

"So, details, man, details," I said, feeling good for once.

Eric went on and on in detail about flirting with the guy, having sex with the guy, and what happened later (the same thing). By the time he was done, I was hard as a rock. Paul looked equally aroused, judging by the lump in his shorts. So was Eric, for that matter.

"And, that was that," Eric said, grinning widely.

"Ah, so he did fuck you!" I exclaimed.

Eric grinned and turned red.

Fuck," Paul said. "Man, you tell a good story!"

"Yeah, I won't argue that one."

"But, hey, wait, where was Jay for all of this?" Paul asked.

"Remember? He left in a bitchy mood?"

"Oh, shit," I said. "You gonna tell him?"

"I'm not sure," Eric said, scratching his head. "I'm not sure, dudes."

"Well, maybe he won't find out," Paul said.

"I don't know what it was. I just lost my head, I guess."

"Yeah, I know that feeling," I said, remembering when Eric had seduced me.

"Well we missed the movie, but I have the feeling the story we just heard was better than any movie. Unless you taped it!" Paul joked.

"Hey, that's a great idea man!" Eric said, his eyes lighting up.

I hope you enjoyed this part of Collision. It was a long one, but I just kept writing it. I must stress I am not implying in anyway that the actor, Ben, for Dell Computers TV commercials is gay. It is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real life is strictly coincidence. All rights reserved to Joey E. No unauthorized reproduction is permitted. Please send comments to