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Collision, Part IV

By Joey E

I got home, wondering, what the hell did I just do? I had just blown off 3/4 of day at school, never before had I done that in my life. But it was well worth it. My mom seemed to be pleased that evening that I was happier than I had been in a long time. I no longer seemed to feel guilty at what I had done with Brett and what I felt for him either. After dinner, I had tried to study what I thought I had missed in school that day.

"Ryan!" I heard someone call from upstairs. I was down in the basement, where I studied. I liked it better down there for some reason than up in my room.

"Yeah?"

"Phone's for you," my Dad said. I got up and went upstairs. It could be either Brett or Sara. I was hoping it was Brett.

"Hello?" I said into the cordless receiver.

"Ry! It's Sara, are you okay?"

I panicked a little, walking back down to the basement. "Yeah, why?"

"Oh, because you weren't in class today, I was wondering where you were," she said.

"Oh, yeah, I wasn't there today," I said.

"Well, you didn't miss much. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just didn't feel like going to school," I said, which was partly the truth.

"Okay. I was just calling to see how you were," she repeated. "Don't make that a habit. Mrs. McClay doesn't like people cutting her class."

"Don't worry, it won't happen again" I answered, sitting down. "How are you?"

"Okay, not bad. Was wondering if you were free tomorrow night?"

"I don't know yet. Why?"

"Well, I wanted to see you again," she said, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

As we talked, I wondered to myself, how long can I keep lying to her? It wasn't fair to Brett, and it wasn't fair to her. I knew I couldn't keep up this front for long. But I was determined to keep it going for as long as I could. Because, actually, we had a decent conversation. She was a great person, fun-loving, witty, and a great sense of humor. We actually talked for about an hour, after I loosened up a bit.

I briefly went back to my school work, when I was interrupted by another phone call. I knew who it was, and was very happy he called.

"Brett! How was practice?"

"Oh, fine, coach made us work extra hard today," he said, sounding a bit tired.

We talked for a bit more, ending with plans to get together tonight at a local Friendly's restaurant for ice cream. My parents said it was okay and we met there about ten minutes later.

"Hey, Brett," I said, closing the car door.

"Hi, Ry." We both walked in and got seated.

"Sara called me today," I said, nonchalantly.

"Oh?" asked Brett, raising his eyebrows.

"She is a nice person, a cool chick," I said, sipping from my coke that just came.

"Yeah, she is," Brett said. "Are you still like going out with her?"

"She thinks I am..."

"Ryan, I want you to understand something," he said, interrupting me. "I like you very much. But it kills me to think that you are going out with a chick, man."

I shook my head. "Yeah, I know. It kills me to lie to her. I think, deep inside, I want to be with you. But, I don't want to hurt her. I mean, if I tell her I don't want to date her anymore, I want her to know the truth. I think she'd be cool with it."

"Yeah she would be. Her older brother is gay," he said, smiling.

"Really?" I asked, my eyes widening. "Is he cute?"

Brett gave me this look. "Why?"

"Oh nothing," I said, grinning.

"Shut up," he said, laughing.

"Does she know about you?" I asked.

"No, no one does, only you."

"Would you mind if she did?"

"Well, I don't think I'd mind. I think we could trust her. Of course, I will agree to this only if you do something for me," he said.

"What's that?"

"Ryan,' he said softly, leaning in to the table. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

I smiled at him, wanting to kiss him more than anything else in the world right then. I nodded yes to him.

We ordered our ice cream, ate it, and left. I personally wanted to kiss him ever since I saw him for the first time that evening.

"You wanna come into my car for a little while?" I asked, opening up the driver's door.

Brett grinned at me, and shook his head yes. I did the double-turn with the key to unlock all the door and we were in there in a flash. I took his hand in mine, and held it. We looked at each other, and kissed a long, passionate kiss. We both broke it and looked around. Luckily, there was no one around us.

"Tomorrow, I have a date with Sara," I said, finally, still holding his hand. " I want you to be there. I hate lying to her."

"Sounds good to me," he said smiling. He leaned in for another kiss. I gladly accepted it.

"Wow," he said, after we were done exchange tongues and saliva. "We'd better stop before we get caught."

"Or before I want more," I said, with an evil grin.

"All in good time, buddy, all in good time."

We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways, knowing that one of he hardest things we've ever had to do was coming up tomorrow. And we were ready for it.

The next day at school wasn't bad. I didn't have gym class which was a good thing. I didn't see Sara at all except in the hall once. And Brett was in two of my classes. I was riding high, but I knew I had a rough road ahead of me. Just as I was leaving school, I ran into the two jack asses who taunted me in the locker room yesterday.

"Hey, Mike..."

I knew that voice. And I turned around to find the two idiots.

"Look it's the faggot," said Mike, as he smiled, an evil smile.

Shit, I thought, where was Brett when I needed him.

"Do you think we should rough him up a bit?" asked the other guy.

They were pretty built guys, I didn't stand a chance. They were closing in on me. I backed away from them, as they walked toward me.

"Shut up, Miller," said a voice I wasn't quite familiar with.

I turned around to see who it was. It was Eric, one of Brett's friends and teammates. I was relieved to see him, but wasn't sure still if I was that safe.

"Don't worry about those guys, Joe," he said, walking up next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder, which was not a hard thing to do since he was nearly a foot taller than I was.

He sort of guided me away, and I was so relieved but at the same time curious as to why he came to my rescue.

"I know they can be real assholes," he said, looking down at me once we were away.

"Thanks, Eric," I said, smiling up at him. He was cute, in a big way. Blonde hair, green eyes, 6'4", 220lbs at least, and built.

"No prob, Ryan," he said.

"Don' tyou have pracitce?"

"Nah, not today. I have to go for a Doctor's appointment at 4:30PM. Where are you headed?"

"Back to my car to drive home," I answered.

"I'll walk you back," He said, and we headed toward the student parking lot. We made some good small talk, talking about Brett, where I was from, and shit like that. He actually seemed like a cool guy to hang out with.

We arrived at our cars. "Listen Ry, if you aren't busy sometime, maybe we could hang out," he said smiling at me.

That was odd, I thought. "Sure," I answered, smiling back. "Sounds good to me."

"Cool," he responded. We both got in our cars and left for our homes. Little did I know, he lived a few streets away from me in the new development. It appeared that I was following him home. But he turned right before I turned, and waved good bye.

I got home, went right to my homework, trying to concentrate on Trigonometry and got through the assignment barely. Soon enough, dinner was ready. And soon after dinner was eaten, Sara called. We agreed to meet at a local diner at 8PM. I quickly called Brett, who was home by then, and told him the plan.

I was so nervous, I couldn't sit still. I left the house fifteen minutes before I should have, and got there in record time. I saw Brett's SUV outside in the parking lot. I got out of the car and walked over to his truck. He was standing outside of it, pacing.

"I see you're just as anxious as I am," I said, walking up to him. He jumped when he heard my voice.

"What?" he exclaimed. I looked at him. "Oh, yeah, Ry. This is drivin' me up the wall!"

"Me too. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked him, not sure if I did.

He shook his head yes, while looking in my eyes. He walked slowly towards me, and took my hand in his hand.

"Yes I do. I wanna be able to tell at least someone that the most beautiful guy is mine," he said softly, looking in to my eyes.

I melted away in his presence. I smiled at him, and blushed.

"You're cute when you do that," he said, softly.

I looked up at him, and blushed even more. "Thanks," I said.

"Be strong, Ryan Phillip," Brett said, looking in to my eyes.

I really melted away this time. "How did you know my middle name?" I asked.

He smiled at me. "I have my ways."

"Oh really? And what is your middle name?" I asked, smiling back at him.

"All in good time, babe," he answered. I let it pass being in the situation I was, though if it was another time I would've been more persistant.

He looked at his watch, and instinctively, I looked at my watch too. "10 more minutes," I said.

We broke our hand hold on each other. I sighed out loud. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked him again.

"Don't worry, Ry. She'll be cool with it," Brett said, pulling me into a hug. I hugged him back.

We broke the embrace when we heard a car pulling up. It was Sara. I moved away from Brett, only to feel his hand on my shoulder, as if he was telling me It's okay, I'm here.

"Ryan!" Sara said, getting out of her car. She walked over to us, and was a little suprirsed to see Brett in back of me.

"Brett! What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Well, I ran into Ryan here and he told me you were going to meet here tonight. So, mind if I join along?" he said.

"Uh, well, I guess, if it's all right with Ryan," she said, looking somewhat dissapointed.

"Yeah, it is," I said, as I started walking to the front door.

Not much was said as we got seated. Sara sat down first, I sat down next to her, Brett sat accross from us in the booth.

"So, what's up you guys?" Sara asked.

"Nothin' much," I answered. She could tell something was going on.

"Well, actually, Ryan and I have something to tell you. And we feel we can tell you because I trust you," Brett said, seriously.

"Okay," she said slowly. She looked at both of us. Brett directed the attention towards me.

"Sara, uh, I like you a lot, I really do. And I don't want to hurt you," I said, looking down at the table. I felt Brett's leg up against mine.

"But, if I don't tell you this, I'll end up hurting you more." I couldn't continue. I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to do.

"Ryan," she asked. "What is it?"

I felt her hand on my arm. I kept looking at the table. "Sara...I.....I...I'm....gay.."

I couldn't believe I said it. I felt like running out of there, never wanting to face the world again. But I couldn't because I felt Brett's legs holding my one leg down. I looked up at his face. He had a look on his face that said, Don't Move!

"What?" she said, loudly. She looked at me, and then looked at Brett.

"Yeah, I am.....gay" I said again, looking back up at her face.

She just lookeda t me with her mouth wide open in shock. "Ryan....I...I'm shocked. What?"

"Get prepared for another shocker," Brett said, finally. I looked up at him.

"You are too?" she asked.

Brett shock his head yes. Sara was shocked, no question about it.

"But, but..." she started to say. "You're both....gay?"

"Yeah," said Brett.

"Are you, you know, together?" asked Sara.

"Yeah," I answered, smiling at Brett.

"Damn," she said.

"Are you okay with it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so. It's just a little bit shocking...God, I can't believe that either one of you are..."

"Neither can I," I said. "I'm sorry if I led you on to something. I didn't mean to, really I didn't. I just didn't know what to do."

"No, Ryan, I understand. It's okay, I'm sure I'll get over it," she said, with tears in her eyes. "At least you told me now."

I took her hand in my hand. "I never meant to hurt you," I said.

"I know, I know," Sara said. "At least I've been through this before."

"Really?" I asked.

She shook her head yes. "Yeah, my older brother is gay."

"Oh really?" I asked, perking up and smiling.

"HEY!!" Brett exclaimed. I turned and gave him a grin.

"Sorry, Ryan, he has a boyfriend, and come to think of it, don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do," I said, looking right at Brett. "And he is the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Aww..." Sara said, smiling.

"So it's really okay with you?" I asked.

"Sure, Ry. It is," she said, pulling me into a hug. "I can't explain what you're going to go through, but I hope you make it through. With a guy like Brett behind you, you'll definitely get through it. I saw what my brother went through. It's not a piece of cake. Never will be..."

She trailed off in thought, I assume, about her brother. "But anyway, I'm glad you were honest with me. At least I know why you were acting funny now."

I laughed at that remark. "Yes, I'm sorry about that, I just didn't know what to do."

"That's okay."

Brett, Sara, and I eventually got comfortable and started talking like three close friends. It was thoroughly amazing to me. I felt so good and so loved by each one of them. And I knew I liked them back in a very strong way. All too soon, it was time for us to leave. Sara knew well enough to keep this low keyed and we trusted her.

We said our good-byes in the parking lot, each of kissing the other. Brett and I held our kiss a little bit too long for Sara's comfort level.

"All right, guys, get a room," she said, laughing. We both looked at her and just grinned, hugging each other.

"Cool! Are you offering yours?" Brett said, with a big smile on his face.

"NO!" she said, opening her car door. "I'll see you guys later."

As she drove away, Brett and I just held each other. "If only we could," I said.

"Could what?"

"Could get a room," I answered, backing up looking into Brett's eyes.

"I know, babe, I know," Brett said. "Say! My parents are going out Saturday night. You wouldn't by any chance be doing anything then, would you?"

"Are you inviting me over?"

"Yeah, that's the general idea," he said, laughing. "Can you?"

"Sure, man, I'm there," I replied. "Can't wait for Saturday now!"

"Good, we'll have a great time, trust me," he said.

We left soon after that, and went back to our respective homes.

The first face i saw on Thursday was not Brett or Sara's, but was Eric's. We walked into school together for home room from the parking lot. I caught him checking me out a few times, to which he would just turn away and act as if nothing was happening. I took it all in stride though.

I ran into him again in gym class. Luckily, those two idiots were not there in the locker room.

"Hey Eric, I didn't know you were in my gym class?" I said, when I saw him come in the locker room to change.

"Oh, yeah, I didn't know that you were in mine. Well, that's cool," he said, sitting on a bench next to me.

We got changed, and he again was checking me out, especially when I took my shirt off. I must confess, I was looking him over. His full framed 6'4" body, toned and muscular and smooth, with a little fuzz on his chest. He noticed that I was looking at him, and he seemed to take his time putting his gym shirt on, grinning at me every now and then.

Where was Brett when I needed him? I needed him really bad. Eric was looking awfully good today, with his blonde hair. He took his shorts off and revealed his boxer-briefs which showed off his well-endowed package very nicely. I just sat there with my eyes glued to him.

I finally moved and took off my shorts as well. It was his turn to do the staring. I gave him a show. We were in the back corner of the locker room so no one could see what was going on.

Finally, I couldn't resist and said something. "Okay, Eric, you've stared long enough," I said, smiling at him.

He shook his head, as if to wake himself up again. "Uh, sorry, uh, man. I didn't mean to look at you like that."

"It's okay, I don't mind, really," I said, which was true.

"You don't?" He asked, grinning, moving closer to me.

"No I don't," I said, moving closer to him.

I don't know what I was thinking but I reached out and touched his well-defined pecs.

"Oh, Ryan," he sighed. "Oh, but not here though." He pushed my hand away from his chest.

"Don't worry, I know of a place we can go though," he said, smiling, standing up again. "Wait here for the other guys to leave. We'll skip gym class."

All this skipping classes. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was going to miss class to spend sometime with this beautiful jock, while my boyfriend wasn't even being involved. Something was wrong here, but at the moment, all I could think of was that picture I had in mind of Eric in his boxer briefs. And that was enough to make me want more, lots more. I didn't get to beat off this morning either which would explain why I was freakin' horny.

Soon, the rest of the guys left, and we were the only two in the locker room.

"Come over here, Ryan," Eric said, sitting on the opposite bench that was facing me.

I sat down, and he had his hands all over me. It felt great to have his hands on my smooth toned chest. I just closed my eyes and leaned back, resting on my hands that were in back of me on the bench. I could feel his breath on my chest as he leaned down to lick on my nipple. He teased it, and sucked on it. I was harder than I had ever imagined. It was so hard it hurt.

Eric, seeming to know that I needed some release, grabbed a hold of my cock through my boxers and started rubbing it through the cotton. I moaned a small moan in pleasure.

I opened my eyes and his face was in front of mine. I grabbed the back of his head and I forced his lips on mine, and we kissed a frantic, passionate kiss. I felt his tongue invading my mouth as mine fought back to get into his.

He licked his way down to my neck, and started lightly sucking on my neck and licking it as well, causing me to moan again and shiver with pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying pleasuring me, and didn't seem to want anything more, since he pushed my hand away from his body.

"Aw, man," I said, softly, as he licked his way down my chest. He then put his mouth over the area of my boxers that were by now wet from precum.

"Aw, shit, man," I said. He took my cock out of the fly and started licking the head of it, using his tongue in the most pleasurable way there could possibly be.

"Suck it, Eric," I said, in a sort of whisper, as I grabbed the back of his head. This was unbelievable. Here I was in the locker room, supposively in gym class, with this HS senior jock sucking on my cock. I couldn't believe it. The thought of that turned me on even more, as Eric's sucking increased in tempo and intensity.

"Yeah, man, suck on it..."

He just responded by sucking it harder nad faster. I felt that familiar feeling rising.

"Dude, I'm gonna shoot it," I said. "Aw, yeah, man, you want my load?"

Again, he just responded by taking my cock right down his throat. I moaned softly as I shot my first spurt of cum into his mouth. I felt like I was going to blow apart because of the intensity of it. I shot out about four more shots before i was withering away in pleasure.

"Aww...." I said, as he slipped my cock out of his mouth.

"Damn," he said, looking down at his own briefs, which were soaking wet. "I came too!"

"Really?" I said, opening my eyes to look at his briefs. "Damn!"

"Well, you were incredible man, you turned me on like you wouldn't believe," he said, taking over his boxer-briefs.

We got dressed in silence, each of us taking in what just happened. I for one couldn't believe that I had just had one of the running backs of the HS football team and sort of cheated on my boyfriend.

"Dude," Eric finally said.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking at him again.

"Are you, you know?"

"Yeah," I said, looking back down at the floor. "And you?"

"Don't know," he said. "But if that was any indication, I don't know what would be."

I laughed. "Well, you know, I am not single. I'm with someone."

"Really? Did I take advantage of you, man? If I did, I didn't mean to."

"No, no, don't worry, I consented. I know I shouldn't have but I did."

"Oh, okay. Mind if I ask you who you're with?" he asked.

"I'll tell you later. I'll have to ask him if it's okay to tell," I answered.

"Why, do I know him?"

"Most likely," I said. "But, enough of that. Should we go to gym class now?" I asked, looking at my watch, seeing that only 15 minutes went by.

"I guess," he said, getting up. He gave me a hug. "Please don't tell anyone about me."

"I understand," I answered. Secretly, I was wondering what the hell I was doing? What would Brett do if he found out? I couldn't tell anyone about this, and yet I was sort of dying to tell the whole world that I got laid!
 

Well, hello there again. I hope you enjoyed this part. I couldn't have gone much longer without a sex scene in it. I hope you approved of this one. As always, I can be reached at SNJBoy76@aol.com if you have any comments, criticisms, or suggestions. Thanks again!