Collision , Part XXVIII
"Eric and Paul's Own Collision"
By Joey E

Hello, readers. I am pleased to present the twenty-ninth section of Collision. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities in life is strictly coincidental. Copyrighted in 2002. All rights reserved. No unauthorized duplication is allowed. Thanks again to the people who have responded and who have helped me along the way with ideas. And now, on with the show...

"Fuckin' piece of shit," Eric muttered, looking at a picture on his desk in his room of him and Jay, smiling. He took the frame and hurled it across the room. He sat on his bed, his elbows on his legs, his hands holding up his head.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Yeah?" he said.

"Eric, bud, what's going on?"

"Not much, bro. Just getting ready to tear my ex-boyfriend's head off. Other than that, everything's fine!"

Paul laughed and replied, "That bad bro?"

"Nah, it's all right. Damn, I am not usually like this! If some chick wanted to dump me, I would be like fine and find another. Fuck, I loved him."

"Well, I wanted to know if you were free this afternoon. I was turned down by Ryan last night, so I thought maybe we hang out and bitch about our two little men who turned us down."

"Sounds good, dude. You wanna come over here? No one's here. We can shoot some pool and drink some beer," Eric said.

"Sure, bud, sounds great! I'll be over in a few!"

Eric went over to pick the picture off the floor. He looked at it once more and threw it against the wall, this time smiling. "You fuckin' piece of shit!"

Paul was at Eric's place in no time and they both went downstairs to the basement, where Eric had a pool table, a ping-pong table, and other neat gadgets. He popped in a CD and broke out the beer from behind the bar, and sat down on the couch next to Paul. He passed a can of Bud Ice to his teammate.

"So, how's it feel to be turned down by Ryan?" Eric asked.

"I can't be mad at him, bud," he said with a sigh. "I mean, I didn't make a move because I thought it would be too soon, you know? I didn't know your cute little man would get him first."

Eric grinned. "He is cute, ain't he?"

Paul grinned back. "They're both fuckin' cute, bud."

"Fuck, man, what are we gonna do?" Eric asked, after taking a sip of his beer.

"Find ourselves new men, which ain't gonna be easy for me. I wouldn't know where to start!"

"You know," Eric started to say with a wicked grin on his face. "We could always fool around...fuck them, man!"

Paul laughed. "Sorry, bro, you're not my type...."

"Aw, come on man, a hand is a hand and a mouth is a mouth...."

"Nah, bud, sorry," Paul said.

"Fuck! I can't get any lately!" Eric exclaimed. "Why not?"

"Because you ain't my type!" Paul said, getting slightly annoyed.

"All right, suit yourself, don't come begging me to suck your dick when you're horny then," Eric said, getting up to walk over to the pool table.

"I'll take that chance," Paul said, getting up as well.

Eric racked the balls and Paul broke them. Just two normal high school buddies, talking about the ususal shit for a while as they shot pool.

Meanwhile, back at the beach house, I had just said yes to Jay when he asked me out.

"You really mean it?" Jay asked, his face lighting up even brighter than it usually is.

I nodded my head yes and broke in to a huge grin. "Yes, babe, I'll go out with you!"

He jumped up out of his chair and came over to me and pulled me up. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately on the lips. Hands wandered, cocks straightened, blood pressure rose, and we were soon on fire.

"Come on," he whispered, leading me into the bedroom again for the second time within four hours.

"Again?" I asked, smiling and not resisting.

"Sure, dude, come on," he said in a low voice.

I grinned and we spent another wonderful hour exploring each others bodies, tasting each others' saliva and precum, and shooting out another round of loads.

We cleaned up and I laid back down on the bed next to him, kissing him on the lips. We stared into each other's eyes. I knew then that in the shortest period of time in my life, I had fallen in love. And it was scary, but yet exciting as well. We cuddled for a good twenty minutes before I spoke..

"Well, what do you want to do now?"

"We could go to the beach some more," he said, getting up off the bed. He grinned at me. "And check out the hot guys..."

I threw the pillow at him, laughing. "You slut!" I yelled. "Sounds good to me," I said getting up off the bed myself. We got dressed back into our bathing suits, put our sandals on, and headed out the door again towards the beach. It was pretty hot out by then.

"Hold on, dude," he said, turning around and walking towards the side of the house. He came back to me holding a frisbee, a football ,and wearing a huge grin on his cute face.

"We can play on the beach later," he said. "Meanwhile, I'll race you to the beach!"

He then went whizzing by me, giving me no time at all to realize what he was doing.

"Oh, you bastard," I said, under my breath. I took off after him, trying desperately to catch up. Surprisingly, I did after a few hundred feet, which was not easy without sneakers on. We were both laughing by the time I caught up to him. I grabbed on to him and stopped him. We both were hunched over trying to catch our breaths.

"Don't think you're getting away from me that easily," I said, smiling.

He looked at me with his blue eyes, grinning, the dimples showing in his cheeks. "I wouldn't try, Ryan."

I wanted to hug and kiss him right there on the spot for saying that. He was the new love in my life, and it dawned on me right then and there. I wasn't a believer in love at first sight, but if this wasn't the closest thing to that, I don't know what was. We had only really known each other for about a week or two and already I was developing feelings for him.

"I wouldn't either," I said, putting my arm around his shoulders. "Shall we?"

"Sure, dude," he said. With that, we walked the rest of the way to the beach.

"I still wonder why I did what I did that night," Eric said, opening his third can of beer. By now, Paul and Eric were sitting on the couch, watching TV after four rounds of Pool.

"Well...uh...you're a slut?" Paul said, laughing.

Eric gave Paul a cold stare. "Shut up."

"Com' on, bud, you know it and I know it. Hell, the whole school knows it!"

Eric grinned. "Yeah, but with him, it was different..."

"How?" Paul asked.

"I don't know, it just was, man. I can't even explain it. And to think I had to go and fuck it all up!"

"Well, at least you got to sleep with yours. I never had Ryan."

"True, true. Brett always said he was a hot fuck!" Eric said.

"Thanks for telling me that. I'll never know that will I?"

"Man, there are plenty of other good lookin' boys out there. Hell, we should go to Woody's, just like they did. Only this time, we'll pick up two cute boys!"

Paul frowned. "I don't know if I'm all up for that, bud. I don't do the gay bar thing."

"Aw, man.."

"Look, bud, I'm not even sure what I am yet. Ryan has been the only boy to catch my eye, so far. I'm not even sure if I'm gay or not."

"So, that's why you have to come out, man! Come on," Eric whined.

"Couldn't we do somethin' else, bro?"

"What time is it now?"

"It's around four," Eric answered.

"Well, why don't we go out for something to eat? I'm starving!" Paul said, getting up.

"Yeah, I could go for some grub," Eric said, also getting up and stretching.

They hopped in Eric's Mom's car and headed out to eat, continuing their bitch session about their former two little guys.

"The thing I don't get is why they hooked up so suddenly? I didn't have much of a chance to win him back!" Eric said.

"I didn't even have a chance to win him over at all, bud! I didn't want to push him or confuse him. I thought he needed more time. If I knew he was horny, hell, I'd have him in my bed in an instant!"

"Yeah, I bet you would. I was so fuckin' pissed off when I saw him and Ryan together with their shirts off at Ryan's house. I wanted to fuckin' tear them apart and fuckin' grab Jay and tell him he was mine. But of course, you know, I couldn't do that."

"Yeah, it wouldn't be a good idea, bro," Paul said, laughing.

Eric continued driving, pulling up to a red light. He looked into his rear-view mirror and said, "Oh shit!"

Jay and I had a fun time on the beach for the second time that day. There was a volleyball game going on at the beach and the group of guys and girls needed some more people to make teams. Jay and I offered to be on one. They seemed like a cool bunch, probably our ages. And the fact that all the boys were topless was an added bonus. I warned them all that I wasn't the best. But they didn't care.

As predicted, I wasn't too good. I actually was a good server, but not much else. Of course, then once when I was serving, I accidently served the ball right into my teammate's head in front of me. Jay fell over laughing so hard. I was so embarrassed.

"Dude, I'm sorry," I said, as he turned around, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah, you were too tall for Ry to clear it!" Jay said, still laughing.

The guy, who was at least 6' tall, smiled at me and said, "No, problem, bud."

It was a very close game, with us being tied at 20 and 20 each. It looked like we were going to lose when the opposing team spiked a ball over the net. However, Jay managed to get underneath it and hit it back up in the air for our team to score one more point to win. I was proud of him.

We played two more games, and then we went back in the ocean for a swim.

"Jay?" I asked my new boyfriend, sitting next to me on the beach. "Let's go for a walk down the beach, man."

"Sure," he said, getting up.

We walked passed the group of four guys. They all looked slightly older than us, maybe twenty but no more than twenty-two years old. They all were studs, no doubt. They were just hangin' out at the beach, having fun.

"Holy shit!" Jay said, almost in a whisper.

"What?" I asked. Jay looked back once more.

"One of those guys was checkin' you out, dude!"

I laughed.

"No, dude, look," he said. I looked behind me as well. Sure enough, the redheaded twink was looking at me. I nodded to him. He nodded back and smiled. I smiled and turned back around. It was good to know that I still had it. But to be honest, all the attention I needed I was getting from Jay.

I put my arm around his shoulder again and said, "Jay, you're the only one I've been looking at all afternoon."

He looked at me and smiled. I took my arm back, since we were in a public place, and we continued to walk along the beach.

"Well, I definitely want to come back here in the evening tonight," Jay said. "Never been here before with someone I cared about."

"No?"

"Well, with a guy that is. I've taken a few girlfriends here before, though. But I've never made out on the beach with my boyfriend."

"Hmm...." I said with a grin.

He looked at his watch. "Oh shit. We better get back to the house so I can make us dinner!"

I looked at my watch which said five o'clock.

"All right, bro, let's go!" I said, getting up.

We made our way back to the house and went inside.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" I asked, as he was working in the kitchen.

"Yes, I'm sure!" he said. "Now go sit down somewhere and let me create!"

"All right," I said, not wanting to leave him alone. But if he wanted to do it by himself, then I should let him.

He went outside to the grille and put on the steaks. I turned on the TV in the living room and sat down. For the next hour, he busily worked in the kitchen and outside. I was tempted to go in and kiss him. But, if he wanted to surprise me, then I'll let him.

"You know, you could set the table, actually," he said, coming in at one point.

I got up off the chair and went in the kitchen for the plates. The dining room was sort-of part of the living room off to the side, closest to the kitchen. I set the plates, the silverware, and the glasses out for two. I even found some candle holders and candles. Though it was still bright out, I thought it could add some romantic

atmosphere.

I had to go back in the kitchen for napkins, when I felt two arms wrap around me. "Mmm..." I moaned as I felt kisses on my neck.

"There will be more of that after dinner," he said, kissing me again on the cheek.

"Oh, shit!" Eric yelled right before a car rear-ended Eric and Paul. SMASH!

"Fuck," Paul said, undoing his seat belt and getting out of the car.

"Shit, not again," Eric said, getting out as well.

Paul felt pain from the inside of his leg, only to find blood on the inside of his thigh. How the hell did that happen, he thought.

The other driver got out of the car as well. Eric was a little pissed off before he saw the driver of the car. His mouth dropped open when he realized who it was (and how he looked).

"Yo, dude, I'm so sorry!"

"Yo, man, didn't you see me?" Eric asked, looking straight at him. They both looked in between the cars to inspect the damages. Meanwhile, the cars started pulling around them. Paul eventually joined them.

The damage wasn't major, but both bumpers were bent, and the other guy's grille was damaged.

"Shit," Eric said to Paul. "That's just what I need. Another accident on my record!"

Suddenly a four face appeared. It was that of a woman.

"Are you guys all right?" she asked. "I saw it happen. I was sitting at the other side of the traffic light. I also called the police, just in case, on my cell phone."

"Cool, thanks," the other driver said.

"Well, I guess we should exchange information?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, let me go get it," the guy said.

"Hey, Paul, don't he look familiar?" asked Eric as they both walked back to Eric's car to get the registration and insurance cards.

"Yeah, he does!" exclaimed Paul. "But, bud, my thigh is bleeding for some reason."

Eric looked down at Paul's thigh. Paul lifted up his shorts and showed him the cut.

"Shit, where did you get that from?"

"Well, I had my keys in my lap for some reason, and I guess they cut me when we were hit."

"Dude, that's nasty. You should have that looked at."

"I will," Paul said.

They both returned to where the other guy was standing. Eric looked at the guy's license and smiled.

"Dude, you're fuckin' Drew Stephens! You play for Deptford, don't you?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, I did. And you're Eric Neuman. You play for Clearview?"

"Yeah! I thought you looked familiar!" Eric said. "You're a fuckin' great tight end!"

"You ain't so bad either at wide receiver," Drew said.

Just then, a police car drove up.

"Have him look at your thigh, Paul," Eric said, as he copied down Drew's information.

The cop got out and looked things over. He then approached the boys.

"What happened here?" he asked, looking directly at Paul.

"I-I-I was just a passenger in Eric's car," Paul said a little put off by the young looking cop, pointing towards Eric.

"Yeah, officer," Drew said. "It was my fault. I ran into the back of Eric's car."

"That's exactly what I saw," the witness said.

"Who's car were you in again?" the cop asked Paul.

"His, bud," Paul replied, pointing to Eric.

The officer then proceeded to clear away the two cars, driving them to the side of the road, so they weren't blocking traffic anymore.

"Are you all right?" he asked the group.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Drew said. "How about you?" he asked, looking at Eric.

"I'm all right, but Paul has a cut on his thigh," Eric said.

Paul lifted up his shorts again to show the bloody cut on his thigh. The officer went over to Paul.

"Sit down in my patrol car, Paul. It doesn't look like a major cut, but we'll get you cleaned up as soon as I write out my report."

So, the officer gathered up all the information from the two drivers and the witness. Paul sat in the backseat of the patrol car and looked at the inside of it. All different radios and gadgets. He also secretly checked out the cop from a distance. Since it was a state highway, it was a state trooper who responded. He was decked out in the usual NJ state trooper get-up, with gray, tight fitting pants. Paul looked up at the cop's face. He couldn't have been more than twenty years old. 5'7", maybe 150lbs, brown crew-cut hair, and deep blue eyes. Paul watched every move he made.

Soon, he came back over the car. "Okay, bud, I got all the information that I need. Now, let's take a look at you."

Paul spread his legs and hiked up the shorts again. The cop got real close to get a look at the wound.

"Ah, it's not so bad," he said, getting up. He grabbed a first aid kit from the front of the car and smiled at Paul when he returned. As the cop touched his bare leg, Paul got instantly hard, much to his embarrassment. There was no way to hide his arousal, since the cop was right in front of him. His face turned red immediately.

The cop looked up. "You okay, Paul?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," Paul said, wiping the sweat off his head. Though it was hot out side, that wasn't entirely why Paul was sweating.

The cop took out alcohol and began clensing the wound on Paul's thigh. Paul looked down at the officer, who had since taken his hat off. Paul suddenly realized, this cop was hot. But as usual, he was too scared to do anything about it.

"There," the cop said, smiling. "It's not so bad."

Paul looked down at his thigh, and sure enough with the blood gone, it looked all right.

"Cool," Paul said.

The cop pulled out a band-aid and attached it to the skin around the wound. While doing this, he "accidently" brushed his hand against Paul's rock-hard cock. Paul froze, not knowing what to do. The officer looked up at Paul and smiled.

"Well, at least that part of you works," he said.

Paul smiled weakly and said, "Yes it does. Sorry about that, officer."

"Don't worry about it. Happens to everyone some time or another. I'm glad to see that it's working," he said with a grin.

Now, Paul was puzzled. Was this cop coming on to him? What should he do? He looked over at Eric and Drew, chatting away, like nothing ever happened.

"Yo, Neuman, I'm really sorry about plowing into you like that."

"Ah, it's no problem, dude. It's my mom's car though. She might be pissed at you. But that's what car insurance is for, man!"

"Shit, that was my first accident ever," the guy said.

"Really? You sure you're okay, Drew?"

"Yeah, just a little shook up. And you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Eric said, looking up and down Drew's hot body. Now this was a classic high school dude, if you ever saw one. About six foot tall, 160lbs, blonde hair, blue-eyed, wearing nothing but a white tank-top and a pair of old cut-off sweatshorts that left little to the imagination which was underneath.

"Yo, Eric..."

"Huh?" Eric said, coming back to reality. "Sorry, bro. What were you saying?" Shit, Eric thought. Was I snagged?

"I said, I hope you're friend is okay," he said.

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be fine." Eric said, looking back down at his crotch for a split second.

"Dude, are you checkin' me out?" Drew asked, laughing.

Eric was caught. "Uh, no, dude," Eric said, looking the other way.

"You were fuckin' checkin' me out!" Drew laughed.

Eric looked back up at Drew's face. It didn't look like the face of disgust or anger, but a face of amusement and fun.

Eric smiled at Drew. "Well, you do have a helluva body, bro! I mean, look at you!"

The officer finished fixing up Paul with the placement of the band-aid on his thigh. He patted his leg and said, "There you go, bud, you're all patched up."

"Thanks, bud," Paul said, sighing, patting the officer on the shoulder.

"Now go home and beat off or something before you poke someone's eye out with that thing," the officer said, chuckling.

Paul's face turned red again.

"I'm sorry, buddy. But that thing is so big you couldn't miss it!"

Paul couldn't believe this was happening. He just sat there in amazement.

"Well, are you gonna get out or what?"

"Well, Officer, I'd like to, but it'd be slightly embarrassing," Miller finally said.

"By the way, my name's Jake. Officer Jake Lewis," the cop said, extending his hand.

Paul shook his hand and said, "Well, you know my name."

"Sure, do, Paul Miller," the cop said, smiling.

"Bud, I gotta ask you a question, Mr. Lewis."

"Ah, just call me Jake, buddy," Jake said.

"Uh, well, I hope you don't mind..."

"No, bud, go right ahead!"

"How old are you?"

"I'm 22, why?"

"Because you look no older than twenty, bud," Paul explained.

The police officer laughed. "Yeah, I know. I get that a lot. I graduated from the police academy top of my class, bud. I know my business."

"I didn't say you didn't, Jake. Well, at least my cock finally went down," Paul said, motioning to his crotch.

"I must say, that was a pretty impressive tent you had going there," Jake said, smiling, taking one more glance at Paul's body.

"Bud, I don't know what to say..."

"Don't say anything, right now, at least."

Suddenly, Paul felt confident in what he was doing. He had the go-signs from every direction and he went in for the kill.

"Hey, Jake, now that you have all my information, how about giving me yours?"

The cop grinned. "I already wrote it down. Here you go," Jake said, giving him a piece of paper. Miller looked and it had the cop's cell phone and home number on it.

"Yeah? When do you get off tonight? I might need you to check up on my injury, bud," Paul said.

"It just so happens I should've gotten off about fifteen minutes ago, bud. Why? What did you have in mind?"

"I figured, you could give me a ride home maybe?"

The cop grinned again. Damn, thought Paul, he looked fuckin' gorgeous!

"Well, let's see what your friend wants to do," Jake said.

They both walked over to where Eric and Drew were still talking.

"Wanna come out to eat with us?" Eric asked.

Drew's eyes lit up. "Sure, bro. I've got nothin' to do right now. I could spend some time with a fellow football player from my rival school."

Eric chuckled. "I thought you might want to."

Well, what a place to end a section. This chapter ran longer than I expected it to. So fans of Collision, there will be ONE more chapter of Collision coming soon. Please send your comments, questions, suggestions, complaints, or compliments to NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com Thanks!