Please, if you are under 18, don't read this. And if you don't like gay sex, what the hell are you doing here anyway?
Collision, Part III
By Joey E
"Yo, Ryan," I heard, feet running up to me. I looked at Sara. She looked over where the voice was coming. She smiled, and I thought, oh shit.
"Hey Brett," she said to Brett who just walked up next to us.
I acted happy to see him, in a most superficial way. "Oh, hey Brett! What are you doing out?"
Brett gave me a glare with his deep green eyes that showed me he was upset and angry. "Joe, we have to talk," He said quickly.
"Well, I'm sort of out with Sara right now," I said, grabbing a hold of her hand. "I'll call you tonight."
Brett looked disappointed and hurt, and it hurt me to know that I was causing some of his pain. Sara looked at us like we were crazy.
"Well, why don't you take me home now, Ryan?" Sara asked. "It's time for me to be home anyway."
I looked down at my watch. "Oh, shit!" I exclaimed. "We have five minutes to get you home."
The one thing that Sara's parents said when I met them was that she was to be home by midnight, no exceptions. I didn't want to blow it the first night I took her out.
"So, call me when you get home, Ry, okay?" he asked.
"Sure," I answered, as I opened the door. I couldn't help but smile at him. He was so cute, and I felt myself melting away again. A quick look at Sara, knocked me out of dreamworld and knocked me into reality again. I took her home in record time, and got her there three minutes late.
"So, I'll talk to you tomorrow?" she asked, smiling at me, looking as cute as ever.
"Sounds good to me," I said, smiling at her. I still couldn't shake the smiling image of Brett out of my head as I looked at her. She leaned in for a kiss.
I tried to concentrate on kissing her, but my mind drifted to Brett again. This was too much. I broke the kiss abruptly, leaving Sara with a look of wonder and concern on her face.
"Sorry, Sara," I said. "You better go inside now, before you're later than you already are."
I couldn't face her anymore. I was a big lie. Just a fuckin' lie. It
was a horrible feeling. I drove back home, and didn't call Brett. I was
ashamed of who I was, what I was thinking, and I couldn't believe that
I was actually thinking that way. Yes, I thought I was okay with being
gay and all, but when it came actually right down to it, it bugged me so
Luckily, Sunday was an eventful day for me. My parents were going up
to Bethlehem, PA, my old hometown to visit some neighbors and stuff. While
they were doing that, I took their car and drove around and saw all my
friends. I couldn't help but think about Brett while I was there though.
When I was alone, I couldn't get him out of my thoughts. But overall, it
was a fun trip, and when I got home I crashed into my bed.
Monday morning, I had gym class 2nd period. I successfully avoid Brett and Sara somehow (by luck). I went into the boys locker room to change. There was one guy in there that I just couldn't keep my eyes off of. He was a senior no doubt, but a guy I had never seen before. He was coming out of the showers for some reason with a towel around his waist. 5'6", very toned and well-built, smooth body, nice ass, blonde/blue, we're talking cute short stuff here. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. Unfortunately, I was noticed.
"What are you looking at?" his voice said. I quickly turned away and went back to changing my shirt.
"Huh?" he asked. I looked at him, and acted like I didn't know what he was talking about.
"What?" I asked.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothin," I said, turning red, and embarrassed.
"Fuckin' faggot," he muttered. "You like what you see?" he asked, coming up right next to me with just his towel around his waist.
I was too scared to move or do anything. I just sat there with a look on my face, looking at his face.
"Hey, what's goin' on, Mike?" another voice asked, coming around the corner.
"I think we've got a fuckin' faggot in the room," this guy Mike said.
I was scared for my life now. I looked around the room, there was no one else. I guess that's what I get for getting here early. Thank god there was no one here, but still, it was humiliating just in front of these two guys.
"Oh really?" asked the other guy.
"Yeah, caught him looking at my cock," Mike said.
"You wanna suck it? Look at it," he said, taking his towel off, waving it in front of me.
I didn't want any part of it. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I only read about this stuff happening in stories on Nifty. I was so scared. I quickly got up. Unfortunately, the other guy pushed me back down to the bench.
"You're not going any where," he said.
"You're gonna suck my cock," Mike said.
"No!" I screamed, as I got up again. I fought with the other guy a little, but escaped and ran out of there and crashed into someone who was coming in to the locker room.
"Ryan!" Brett yelled.
I looked up at his face with frightened eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
I couldn't say anything to him. I was too embarrassed. I didn't know what to do. So, for some reason, I just started crying. I usually don't cry for any reason. But the move, the new high school, the new discoveries and the incident just happened was enough to push me over the edge.
Brett pulled me away from the locker room, and we walked outside on school grounds. We sat down on the bench together as I looked out across the parking lot and the fields.
"Ryan," he finally said. "What the fuck just happened in there?"
"I don't know," I said, softly. I looked over at him with tears in my eyes. "I was in the locker room, changing, and I was caught checking out a guy."
Brett looked at me in surprise.
"He came over to me and started harassing me, telling me to suck his dick," I said.
"What??" exclaimed Brett. "Ry are you serious?"
I shook my head yes.
"Shit," he said, looking away.
Just then the two guys that were harassing me in the locker room came out the exit of the school we were sitting near.
"Shit, Brett, those were the guys," I said, getting prepared to run.
"Oh, man, those guys are on the football team..."
"Yo, Mike," said the other guy as he pointed directly toward me. "There's the little cocksucker.
Mike eyes focused on me, and I was not prepared for it at all. I got up and was about to take off, until I heard Brett voice.
"Shut up, Miller," Brett said in a deep commanding voice.
"What the fuck Brett? He was looking at me. God damn faggots."
"Leave him alone," Brett said. "Just leave him alone."
I looked up at Brett. He looked serious and ready to fight if he needed to.
"Aw, shit man, com' on Miller let's go," Mike said, giving me one more glare before he turned away.
Brett sat back down on the bench. "Little buddy," he started to say. "You need someone to look after you. And I'm proud to say it's me." He smiled at me. I couldn't help smiling back.
"Brett, thanks, man. You're a life-saver."
"Do you want to diss school man, have a little fun?" He asked me.
"But it's only the third day of school, man. Why would you want to do that now?"
I for one had never skipped a day of school in my life before.
"Yeah, and I'll be you never skipped a day of school before in your life," Brett said, getting up.
"How did you know I was just thinking that?" I asked, getting up again.
"I can read you like a book already Ryan."
We started walking back to the student lot, and surprisingly we didn't get caught by any teachers or shit like that. We jumped in his SUV and took off. I was still thinking about what he said about reading me like book.
"So you really think you can read me like a book?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I think I can," he said, trailing off. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts and thinking about his next sentence.
"Ryan, please. Can we go to my house? I'd like to really talk to you, man."
"Okay, whatever, you're the driver."
We were at his house in no time, being that he lived closer to the school than I did. It was a nice house, bi-level, big enough for his parents, him and his brother. We went directly to his room. It was a typical teen-age room. I for one never had posters on my wall, but he had posters of football players, and an interesting one of the backstreet boys. He had trophies every where, pictures of his sport teams, and all that good stuff. In his corner, there was an acoustic guitar. I was impressed.
"Nice place you got here," I said.
He sat down on his bed. "Yeah, I like it."
We talked about various shit, but it inevitably turned to what I was not sure of myself.
"Ryan, do you like me?" he finally asked.
"OF course, I do. I like your personality, everything about you." I said, trying to avoid the obvious.
"No, do you like me like me?"
I bit my tongue on that one and closed my eyes. "If you really must know the truth, I think I'm in love with you," I said, low. "Everyday, every where I am, I can't stop thinking of you. Ever since the first day you collided with me. You drive me crazy when I'm around you."
I was surprised that I said those things. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. I saw nothing but love in his eyes, and a desire to be with me.
"But," I continued. "I'm afraid. I'm afraid of being different, Brett. I don't know how to deal with it." I couldn't look at his face anymore.
"Ryan," he finally said after a few seconds of silence. "Babe..."
He called me babe, I thought
"Babe, please. You are no different than anyone else. Except for the fact that I am attracted to you. You are the most beautiful person I ever met."
I looked up at him.
"You are not alone. I'm here with you, and together, we could get through this," he said, taking my hand in his. It felt good in his hand.
"But, I don't want to bring you down, man. I don't want you to throw away your life for me," I said, worrying what it would do to him.
"That's for me to worry about. And I'm thinkin' right now, you are worth the sacrifice. I've never met anyone like you, Ryan. Never," he explained, as he put his hand on my face.
The next thing I knew, our lips were locked and then open as our tongues explored each others mouths. I heard him exhale and then inhale through his nose as I did the same. It was a hot kiss, hot enough to make me hard.
He broke it off, and I looked at him in disappointment. "Don't worry, Ry," he said. "That's just the beginning."
He laid down on his bed and pulled me on top of him. It was the hottest experience for me.
"I can't believe this is happening," I said, almost in a whisper as I looked into his green eyes.
"Oh, believe it, babe," He said, pulling me in for a tight embrace. I could feel his rippling stomach and chest below mine as I felt his strong arms hold me tight. I had never felt anything like it before. It was amazing. I sighed loudly.
I wrapped my arms around him, lifting him up off his back to put my arms around his strong midsection. I couldn't believe when I felt his hard cock pressing up against
mine, as we grinded our cock together. It was unbelievable. We pressed our lips together again and kissed once more. I moaned in pleasure. He let out a deep sigh.
We locked our eyes together.
"Did anyone tell you that you were beautiful?" asked Brett, smiling at me.
"Yeah," I joked. He looked a little jealous.
"Who?" he demanded.
"My mom," I said, laughing.
Brett let out a giggle. "I'll get you for that one, little man," he said, squeezing his arms around me. I can't say how good it felt, how safe it felt, and how wonderful it was to have his arms around me. At that moment, I didn't really care about getting into his pants, I was just content to lie there in his arms, with my head resting on his strong chest.
"Ryan," he said, after a short while of silence. I looked back up at him.
"Do you want to take this any further?" he asked me.
I sat up and looked at him, slowly. I honestly wasn't sure.
"It's okay, Ry. I'm not sure if I'm ready either."
I shook my head, and lay back down on top of him, resting my head on his chest, and drifted off to sleep, listening to his smooth breathing.
"Ryan," I heard a low, deep voice say.
I opened my eyes and felt someone below me. "Oh, how long did I sleep?" I asked.
"About an hour, man. I'm hungry, though. You wanna go get something to eat?" Brett asked.
I realized then that my stomach was indeed growling and needed to be filled. I shook my head yes. He let go of me and I got up off the bed. He did the same. We put our shoes back on and headed out his front door in no time.
"You know, Brett, after we get back, you should play some of you music for me," I said, sitting down with my tray at the table at Mc Donalds.
"Oh, yeah, that's right man, we never did get together and jam," he said, smiling. He took a bite out of his sandwich.
"Well, we could go over to my house, but not until school is out, just to make it seem like we were there," I said. "I'd prefer to play on the piano rather than one of my keyboards the first time I play for you."
"Why is that?"
"Well, because there ain't nothin' like playin' the real thing instead of a stupid dinky little electronic keyboard."
"Ah, I understand," he said nodding his head.
"But wait, don't you have football practice this afternoon?" I asked him, remembering they practiced all the time.
"Aw, shit man, yeah, I do," he said. "Damn!"
"Well, that's okay. Why don't we stop off at my house after this, we'll pick up my keyboard, and we can play a little at your house before you have to go to practice?"
"That can be done," he said.
We talked more about school and our stupid teachers. Truth be known, I liked my old high school teachers better. Even the worst ones didn't compare to the worst ones here in my new high school.
Soon we were off to my house, picking up one of my two keyboards, the better one of the two at least in my opinion. Luckily no one was home. Both my parents work and my little bro was in school, at least he better be in school.
He only lived about seven minutes away from my house, which was convenient enough. We only had about an hour before we both had to leave, him for practice, and me for my car at school.
We basically jammed, getting to know each other's styles, picking up on each other, just going with the flow, and had a very fun time doing it. I hadn't had so much fun since my best friend from my old high school and I had jammed together. It was totally awesome. The time flew by and all too soon it was time to get back to school.
So, I didn't leave you with a cliff hanger this time. Well, I hope you've enjoyed this part of the story. As usual, if you want, you can e-mail me at SNJBoy76@aol.com Thanks.