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Collision, Part VIII
By Joey E
 

"Shit!" I said to myself, but also unknowingly out loud.

"What?" Dan asked.

"Oh, uh, did you see who the player was who's out hurt on the field?"

"I think it was 22. Why?"

"Just curious. You sure it was 22?"

"Pretty sure," he said, looking at me kinda weird. "Why? Don't worry, it wasn't 42," Dan said, softly.

I looked at him for a moment. "You know, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," Dan said. "But my question is, does number 42 know about your infatuation with him?"

"What? Wait," was all I could say.

"Don't worry, Ryan, it's okay. I mean, don't forget, I am too. We all know what to look for."

"Well, how did you know?"

"Well, Joe had his suspicions first, I must admit."

"Really?" I asked, looking at Joe.

"Yeah, I did. But we can talk about this later. Not right now, please?" asked Joe.

"Cool," I said.

"See?" asked Dan, pointing to a player on the field. "There is number 42."

There he was, in his green football uniform, with the number 42 on the back of it. I smiled at him, even though his back was turned to me. And I also breathed out a sigh of relief.

But then I realized, 22 was Eric's number. I looked back out on the field, and to my relief, Eric had just gotten up on his own, and walked back to the bench.

The rest of the night went smoothly. The team won, and everyone was happy.

"Hey By!" Brett shouted, as he came out of the locker room to where I waited for him after every game.

"Great game," I shouted back as he was coming towards me.

"Sure was, buddy," Brett said. "We gotta get back to my house, though. My friend Peter is coming over in a little while. I hope you mind if we don't celebrate with the team tonight."

"Nah, that's okay. I'm getting bored of that anyway," I said, honestly.

"Cool. Well, I'll meet you over at my house, then!" he said, walking out the door with me.
 

We both got to the house at the same time, despite the different times we left the school because of different parking lots. Brett's parents were there, and I said, Hi. I for some reason always liked his parents. I had met them several times before, at his games, at his house, and they seemed to like me a lot too. It was always nice to see them.

"Peter called, Brett," his dad said. "He's gonna be here at about 10."

"Wow, perfect timing," Brett said, looking at his watch. It was 9:55PM. We both went up to his room, and closed the door behind us. As soon as that door closed, we were on to each other. Kissing, making out, feeling each other....it was too hot. So many times we've wanted to do that in public, but we had to save it all up for when we inside. And out it came in such passion and intensity.

"We can't do it now," Brett said, finally breaking the hold.

"I know," I said, releasing him as well. "So, does Peter know? I don't think I ever asked you that."

"No, Pete doesn't know. He moved away last year. I didn't know it then. Or I should say, I wasn't sure about it then. But, something tells me, he could handle it. I mean after all, we were best buds for about 10 years before he moved."

"That's cool," I said. "He's straight right?"

"Yes, most definitely."

This should be interesting.

"Are you going to tell him?" I asked, hoping inside that he would, but at the same time hoping he wouldn't.

"I think so. I mean, you are the most important person in my life, babe. I would have a hard time keeping that from him."

"Well, be sure he can handle it first," I said, hoping for the best.

"Yeah, I know. Well, I'd better shower and change before he gets here," Brett said, getting out of what was left of his uniform.

"Wish I could join you," I said.

"Wish you could too. But it's too risky with the parents home. I'll only be a few minutes," he said, walking out of his room with his towel in his hand. He still had his pants on, though.

Soon, he was out of the bathroom, appearing in nothing but a towel around his waist. Damn he was hot. His chest was cut perfectly. His smooth chest and arms looked so hot.

"I see that look in your eye, man," Brett said, smiling at me. "Come over here."

I gladly got up from his bed and walked over to where he was standing, He wrapped his strong arms around me, and I could feel the heat from his body. I ran my hands over his bare back and just enjoyed being close to my man. Soon, we were kissing, heavily. His hands wandered all over the back of my body, down my back, feeling my ass. It was getting very warm in his room.

"Damn," Brett whispered into my ear, licking the earlobe. "You are so hot, Ry."

"I know," I said, quietly into his ear. I licked his neck, sucking gently on it.

I felt that familiar rising in my shorts, as well as from underneath his towel.

"Brett, please," I asked. "Suck me now."

He said nothing, but let go of me. He went down on his knees, and unbuttoned my shorts. My cock was poking out of the fly already, and he gently began to stroke it with his hand, up and down slowly. I let a sigh out. He lowered himself even and licked the head of my cock with that awesome tongue of his. He swirled his tongue around the head, causing me to moan quietly.

"Ssshhh," Brett said, softly. "You can't make any noise if I'm gonna do this."

I looked down and nodded at him.

He went back to work, this time taking my cock halfway into his warm, moist mouth. He went down further, and took my cock in all the way into his mouth and throat. I gently placed a hand on the back of his head. The feeling was heaven. I looked down at this hunk sucking me off, and I had to have a taste of him too. I lifted him back up, with my hands under his arms and brought his face to my face and kissed him. We grinded our hard cocks together, and in the process, knocked off his towel. I became wild and more energetic as I felt his flesh against mine.

I led him to the floor and turned him around, and began to suck his while my cock was in his face. I sucked it eagerly, not wasting any time. I felt his mouth on dick again. He met my motions as I felt his hips move to shove more of his cock down my throat. I moaned softly. I reached out and started stroking his balls as I sucked on his hard cock. I heard him moan quietly, which turned me on even more. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

Taking his cock out of my mouth I whispered, "Damn, I'm gonna cum soon."

Brett took my cock out of his mouth, and started stroking it fast but gently. He began to rub my balls as well, which sent me over the edge.

"I'm gonna shoot," I whispered.

"Aw, yeah, Ryan...come on," He said, softly.

His face was right in front of my 6" cock. "Man, I'm gonna shoot!"

I shot my first shot, past his face. It went flying somewhere else. The second shot shot right on his mouth. He opened his mouth in time for the third shot, which went straight in his mouth. He licked up the remaining cum on my cock with his tongue, which made me shiver.

"How was that?" He asked me, smiling.

I laid down on the floor on my back.

"Great," I finally said. "Oh, that was great."

"BRETT!" We heard a voice yell from downstairs.

"SHIT!" Brett whispered. He puts his towel around his waist and squeezed out his bedroom door.

I quickly got cleaned up and scurried around looking for my shorts. I heard Brett talking to his parents from the top of the steps. From what I could hear, Pete was there.

Brett barged in, and quickly took of his towel. "Shit, man, he's here."

He quickly threw on an outfit and before I knew it, we were on his way downstairs to meet his best friend. I was nervous to say the least. But, Brett was sure that Pete would like me.

"Pete!" Brett yelled out, smiling walking towards a guy in the living room. They shook hands.

"Brett! How you've been?"

"Great!" he said. Brett quickly turned to me and said, "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. Ryan, Pete. Pete, Ryan!"

Peter was about 6' even, 180lb, short black hair, about the same build as Brett's, brown eyes, and a killer smile. He stuck out his hand towards me. I reached out and shook it.

"Hey, Ryan," he said smiling.

"Hi, Pete," I said, smiling back at him. He had a very firm handshake.
 

Well, Pete and Brett and I went down to Brett's basement, which had a pool table and an entertainment room with a stereo, VCR, TV...etc. It seemed they had a lot to talk about, so I just sort of stayed in the background for the most part. I didn't mind, actually. It was neat to see Brett so happy with Pete. They caught up on old times, and I enjoyed hearing stories about Brett when he was younger.

Soon, they were debating who was the better pitcher.

"Man, you walked 15 people in one game," Brett said.

"Yeah, but who had the better ERA of the season?"

"That's because you only pitched three times!"

"Well, that was because I was catching for you the others," Pete said, laughing.

Man, this was really ridiculous, I thought to myself.

"Well, now you know, Ry. Brett is just crazy," Pete said.

"He already knew that," Brett said, smiling at me.

"Yeah, I did," I said. "You know how we met?" I asked Pete.

"No, but I'm sure it is a good one."

"Well, he was running through the hall, and flattened me into the floor on his way through," I said, smiling at him.

"Sounds like him. He always was beatin' down the little guys."

"What!?" Brett yelled.

"Well, he did apologize," I said, defending him.

"Well, I see he's getting some sense in his later years. Man, some of his ideas in his earlier years were really crazy!"

"Hey, you went right along with it!"

"Yeah, well, I started getting smart after being arrested accidently and not going along with all of his ideas anymore."

"Hey, that's just it!! We were arrested accidently! It wasn't my fault!"

"Yeah, well, you certainly got us into it in the first place," Pete said, laughing again.

"I don't even want o know," I said, shaking my head.

We all got along well, and by the end of the night, we were all laughing and having a great time, joking around. I could see why Brett and Pete were such good friends. In a way, Pete was like me. And something told me, that I reminded Brett of Pete. Not in physical appearance, but in personality-wise.

There were no awkward moments, until Pete brought up the subject of chicks.

"So, who you bangin'?" Pete said, out of nowhere.

"Huh?" Brett asked. I froze, knowing exactly where this could lead to.

"You seein' anyone?" Pete asked.

"Well, no not exactly," Brett said, looking at me for a split second. I understood why he was taking this route.

"Aw, come on, man. I know you, buddy!" Pete said, loudly. We were all sitting in the furnished part of the basement by now. Brett and I were on the couch, and Pete was on the lazy boy.

"What?" Brett asked, nervously laughing.

"You used to have all the chicks over you," Pete said.

"He still does," I chimed in.

"See? Even Ryan says so."

Brett gave me a stare I'll never forget. I just laughed. Brett stared at me again. I stopped.

"So, come on, tell me!"

Brett was looking very uncomfortable. I felt bad for him now.

"No, man, I'm not seein' anyone right now. If you think I was, do you think I would be here with you tonight on a Saturday night?" Brett asked.

Damn, he's quick, I thought to myself.

"Good point," Pete said, smiling. "Ah, well."

"And how about you?" Brett asked.

"Well, I'm datin' this one chick in my grade. She's pretty hot, blonde, blue eyes, 5'2", 110lbs, great ass, great chest....."

Brett laughed. "You always know how to get them, don't you?"

"Hey, you know me," Pete said.

I was more relaxed since we were off the subject of Brett's dating condition. We drifted to other things. I was getting very tired after a while. It was agreed that we would both sleep in Brett's room. One on the floor, one on the bed. We all headed upstairs at the same time. It was around 3AM.

"So, now, who want's the bed?"

"Me!" Pete yelled out.

"No, me!" I said.

Brett looked at me, and I could tell from his eyes, that he wanted me in his bed.

"So, we'll flip for it!" Pete said, taking out a quarter.

"Call it!"

"Heads," I said, as it went up in the air.

"Heads it is," Pete said. "Well, at least you won't have an aching back in the morning, Ry."

"Aw, shut up," Brett said, smiling. "Now, no funny business Ryan!"

I looked at him in shock that he would say something like that.

"No hoggin the sheets, no cookie crumbs, no snoring..."

"Ah keep quiet," I said, laughing.

"No gay sex," Pete interjected.

I stopped laughing instantly and glanced at Brett. "Nah, man. Only with you," Brett replied.

"Oh, really?" Pete asked, smiling. "Out of the bed Ryan!"

I knew they were only joking. We all got ready for bed, stripped down to t-shirts and boxers and crawled into bed. For some unknown reason, I couldn't fall asleep. I felt very comfortable sleeping next to the guy I loved, but I didn't feel right. Brett didn't seem to be having much luck either because he kept tossing and turning. However, Peter was out in minutes, as I could here snoring away.

I felt Brett moving closer to me soon after I heard Peter snoring. Then I felt a warm body pressing against my back. I could feel him breathing. I felt a strong, warm arm wrap around my chest, rubbing my pecs ever so slightly. I breathed out slowly.

"Damn, Ryan, you feel good," whispered Brett in my ear.

I could feel his cock rubbing against my butt. It occurred to me then that Brett, poor Brett didn't get to shoot his load like I did earlier that evening. It was as hard as a rock, still in his boxer shorts. He rubbed it against me slowly.

I started to reach in back of me to grab a hold of it to start jerking him off, but Brett stopped me.

"No, don't," he whispered. "Too risky, buddy. But you owe me."

Despite all my efforts not to, I giggled. I felt very mischievous all of a sudden and suddenly ducked under the covers. Feeling my way around I found what I wanted. Despite his pleads and motions, I licked the head of his cock so gently. He jumped and gasped. I wouldn't let go though. I sucked it all down my throat. I slowly went up and down on his long shaft, and loved every minute of it. It was getting hot under the covers, but I didn't care. I made sure I didn't make any noises, so we wouldn't wake up Pete.

Pretty soon, Brett was getting into it as well. He put his hand on the back of my head. I reached up and starting fondling his balls. I licked my way down his shaft to his balls and licked each one gently. I eagerly went back to his hard 7" cock, and started sucking it again. The thrill of being caught was an extreme turn on to me. I felt like being a little more experimentive. I stopped sucking for a brief moment, and got the end of my middle finger wet with saliva. I slowly felt around for his tight ass hole while I began sucking again. After a few seconds I found it.

I slowly stuck my finger in his ass....and he moaned. Out loud. He lifted up the covers and whispered "Stop!" He grabbed my arm. "No, please. Not tonight."

I nodded okay and went back to work on his hard dick. I could hear his breathing rate increase. I knew he was going to lose it at anytime. He pulled back my head to signal he was about to cum, but I wouldn't let him. I sucked his cock hard, ramming it deep into my throat, feeling it expand in my mouth. I felt a warm juice running down my throat and started sucking slowly. I got a taste of him. He had shot a big load, since it was still coming out of his cock. It seemed to come out forever. But finally, after about five shots, he was done. His breathing returned back to normal. I licked my lips and returned above surface.

Brett had a big smile on his face. I smiled back at him. Peter was still snoring away. We said nothing, but kissed each other on the lips. Brett then scooted up behind me and wrapped his arms around me again. All was good for the time being.
 

So there you have it. No cliffhanger this time. A nice ending for a change. I hope you enjoyed this installment of Collision. If you have any comments or criticisms, please be sure to send to SNJBoy76@aol.com Thanks!