Dancing on a Star

Chapter 22

Dancing on a Star   Chapter 22


“I can’t believe I’m finally going home!” My father smiled at me as he attempted to help me put on a pair of loose sweatpants. They appeared to be about two sizes larger than what I normally wear.

“We can do this better if you’d stand,” he insisted as he helped me off the bed. He reached down and tugged the pants to my waist. “Now let’s see if we can get this shirt on without as much trouble.” I lifted my arms, and he helped me put it on. After a little struggle, it managed to slip over the cast.

“There,” he said as he stepped back and looked at me. “Not too bad.” He kicked a pair of sandals over to me. “Put these on. At least we don’t have to worry about damn socks.”

Just then, Dr. Vorhees entered the room. “I see you’re ready to go home?” He said as he walked over and examined my leg and arm. “Are you in any pain?”

I replied, “No, Sir.” Actually, I did hurt a bit. Struggling to put on clothes did hurt, but I didn’t want to tell him. I was afraid he might make me stay a few more days. Besides, once I got home and rested, the pain would go away.

He turned to my father and asked, “Have you signed the release forms?” My father informed him that a nurse had brought them in about fifteen minutes earlier. “Good, then,” he said. He handed my father a couple of prescriptions and told him to make sure that I take them.

He looked over at me and stated that I would probably feel pain for about another month. “Don’t play any basketball,” he laughed as he shook my hand.

“How about soccer?” I giggled.

He smiled and replied, “That’s great! My daughter has a game this weekend and you can be the water boy.” He shook my father’s hand and then left the room.

Dad asked, “Are you ready?” I nodded my head. “Let me go get your aide to take you downstairs.” I insisted that I could make it by myself, but he told me that it was hospital rules that I be taken to the car in a wheelchair. In a way, I was relieved. I wasn’t sure I had the strength to walk that distance.

When the aide pushed me down the hall, I looked into the waiting area. “Where’s Mom?” I asked.

“She decided to stay home,” replied my father. I could tell by the look on his face that he was disappointed. I knew that returning home might be difficult.

Getting into the house was harder than I thought it would be. I could manage to walk on crutches around my room and the hospital corridors, but at home I had three steps I had to maneuver. After trying unsuccessful several times, Dad suggested that I should sit on the steps and scoot up on my butt. When I reached the top, he handed me my crutches and helped me into the house.

“This way,” he said as he pointed into the family room. I was surprised to see a single bed in the corner of the room. There was a small table beside it to place things on. He helped me to the bed, and I plopped down. I was exhausted.

“Why don’t you lie down for a while, Jack,” he insisted as he took my crutches. He held my leg as I slid into bed and got comfortable. He stood and looked down at me. “Do you need anything?”

“No, Dad,” I responded. “I’m going to rest for a bit. I’m kind of tired.” He smiled and walked away.

I looked around the room. The television remote was on the side table. I picked up my cellphone and considered calling Tracy. However, since it was Friday, I knew he would be in class. I would have to wait until later to see him.

I lay back and fell asleep. I was awakened about an hour later when I heard the doorbell ring. My mother answered it, and I could hear her talking to someone. A minute later, Jimmy came into the room.

“Hey,” he said nervously. “I see you came home.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Although, I don’t know what’s worse. Laying here or in a hospital room.”

“You better get used to it,” he replied. “Your mom says it could be a while before you can go out.”

Suddenly, I became saddened. I realized that I had been home for a couple of hours, and not once did my mother come into the family room to check on me. She hadn’t even greeted me when I returned home. However, it seemed like she had time to talk to Jimmy.

Noticing the change in my mood, Jimmy asked me what was wrong. “Nothing,” I shrugged.

“No, Jack,” responded Jimmy adamantly. “I’ve known you for years, and I can tell when something is bothering you.” I started laughing uncontrollably. Jimmy gave me a puzzled look. “What’s so funny?”

“If you can tell when something is bothering me,” I replied, “Then how come you didn’t know I was gay?”

He gave me a blank look. “I don’t know, Jack,” he finally responded. “I guess I never thought of any of us guys being queer.”

“But me and you messed around when we were about ten or eleven,” I replied. “If I remember right, you didn’t have much of a problem sucking on my dick then.”

Jimmy’s face couldn’t have gotten any redder. I could tell it was something he didn’t want to talk about, but it was something that had been on my mind since he visited me in my hospital room.

I continued, “I mean we both enjoyed it, but how come I became gay and you didn’t.”

“You don’t think us doing that made you gay, do you?” he asked with a surprised look.

“No, you idiot,” I replied. “But how come you didn’t become gay? And Tyler and Brian? We all messed around together when we were younger. How come I’m the only one who turned out gay?”

Jimmy thought for a minute. “I don’t think it works like that, does it? Sucking dick when you’re a kid doesn’t make you gay?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.”

He gave me a questioning look. “Did you know then that you were gay?” I shook my head.

“When did you know?”

I lay my head back. I couldn’t answer that question. I didn’t just wake up one morning and realize I was gay. I guess it was a slow process. It may have taken place over several years. I liked messing around with Jimmy, Tyler and Brian, but then it was just playful fun. “I’ll suck yours if you suck mine,” we would challenge each other when we had sleepovers. We never did it as a group. It was something we did secretly, and we never talked about it. However, we each knew that all of us were doing it. And it only lasted for about a year. It stopped in the seventh grade. That was around the time that Jeff was outed at school. I think we realized that if we continued and someone found out, we would be branded gay.

Then when we entered high school, Jimmy started talking about girls. So did Tyler and Brian. Soon it dominated most of our conversation. They always wondered how big some girl’s tits were, then they would joke how they would like to put their mouths on them. I would laugh, but the thought repulsed me.

I think I really began to question myself when I was forced to go on a ‘date’ with Jennifer Stidham. Brian was becoming interested in a girl named Becky Jones, and one day he asked her to go to a movie with him. She told him she would go if he could find a boy to date her best friend, Jennifer. He volunteered me.

Becky’s dad drove us to the mall, and we ate in the food court. Mom had given me money to buy Jennifer’s dinner. I remember how happy my mother was that I was finally beginning to date.  She kept saying that her boy was ‘becoming a man.’

After eating, we went to the cinema to see an action movie with Vin Diesel. I remember looking at his muscular body all night, and I thought it was strange that I was having such thoughts. But then something happened that changed my life. I was watching the movie, and then Jennifer reached over and held my hand. I wanted to pull away, but Brian and Becky were sitting beside us. I was afraid that Jennifer might say something that they could hear.

Brian looked over and saw us holding hands, and he started snickering. Becky leaned over and looked and whispered to Jennifer, “You go, Girl.” Suddenly, the movie outing was beginning to take on a different meaning. I felt I was being put on the spot. It dawned me that I was becoming Jennifer’s ‘boyfriend.” Only problem was, I didn’t want to become Jennifer’s ‘boyfriend.’ I didn’t want to be anyone’s ‘boyfriend.’

I sat uncomfortably the rest of the night and watched the movie as Jennifer squeezed my hand and giggled. I turned my head away from her when she leaned over and kissed my cheek. Brian noticed and tried to high-five me, but I pretended not to see him.

Jennifer held my hand after the movie was over and we walked through the mall to the exit where Becky’s father was waiting for us. When Jennifer and I got into the backseat, she scooted so close to me that she might as well have been sitting in my lap. She kept looking over at me and giggling.

We dropped Brian off at his house first. He thanked Becky for going out with him, and then he walked dejectedly into his house. I think he was disappointed that her father was sitting nearby so he couldn’t kiss her goodbye.

When we pulled up in front of Jennifer’s house, she turned and kissed me- on the lips! Becky turned around and noticed and began giggling. She tried to kiss me again, but I turned my head. She told me she had a wonderful time, and she would see me in school on Monday.

I wanted to puke. I knew it wasn’t natural what I was feeling. I am a boy. I should be happy that a girl wanted to kiss me, but I wasn’t. I was actually frightened. I was afraid that on Monday, Jennifer would begin telling everyone that I was her boyfriend.

I wasn’t in my bedroom five minutes when Brian called. He was excited because he thought I had a girlfriend. “Man, Jack,” he said enthusiastically, “You may be the first of us to get some pussy. You lucky, Shit!” I told him I was tired, and I would talk to him later.

Things seemed to start spiraling out of control after that. I kept worrying about what would happen at school. I didn’t want to date Jennifer. I didn’t want to kiss her, and I definitely wasn’t interested in fucking her.

But why? I spent the rest of the weekend wondering why I felt so repulsed thinking about it. Finally, I began to wonder if I was gay. I remember the feeling I had when I saw Vin Diesel’s muscular body. It didn’t make me hard or anything., but I realized that I enjoyed it much more than I did kissing Jennifer.

I finally decided that maybe it was because I wasn’t ready to date. Maybe it would be something I would like to do in a couple of years. When Jimmy, Brian and I walked to school Monday morning, Brian kept asking me if Jennifer was my girlfriend. I jokingly told him that I didn’t want to settle down with one girl yet. I wanted to be a ‘player.’ Jimmy high-fived me, and he seemed to accept my excuse. Brian kept insisting that I would be the first of our group to get laid.

Now, I realize that my cover began that weekend. For the past couple of years, I have been able to live behind that façade- until Tracy moved in. He broke down the walls and showed the real Jack. I reacted to his kiss like I couldn’t with Jennifer. I could no longer live safely in my closet. I am gay. It took his kiss to make me realize that. A kiss that no girl could ever make me feel.

“Did you hear what I said?” Jimmy was looking expectantly at me. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear what he had said.


“Did the doctor say when you can go back to school?” he asked.

“No,” I shook my head. “He said it could be a couple of weeks. What about you?”

He replied. “I got one more week of suspension.” He gave me a puzzled look when I started to laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“I just remembered,” I responded. “Today is my last day being suspended.”

A sad look appeared on Jimmy’s face. “I’m really sorry,” he apologized. “I was a dick for throwing spit balls at you.”

“Are you sorry you threw them at Tracy?” He seemed surprised by my question. I don’t think he had even considered that Tracy had also been involved.

“Yeah, sure,” he responded. “Tracy.” I could tell by the look on his face that he still felt some animosity towards Tracy. I could feel cracks beginning to develop in our new friendship. If he was going to accept me, he had to accept Tracy- and Jeff.

I asked, “You still don’t like him, do you?”

“Come on, Jack,” he whined. “Why do we have to talk about him for?”

I turned my head and closed my eyes. “I’m tired,” I yawned. “Maybe you should go home.”

“Fuck!” he hissed. “I’m fucking up again, aren’t I?”

“I’m tired,” I insisted. “I want to go to sleep.” I closed my eyes and waited for him to leave. After a couple of minutes, he sighed and rose.

“I’m trying, Jack,” he whispered softly. “I’ll see you later.” After he left, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I had slept for a couple of hours until I was awakened by my mother’s voice. “Jack?” she said softly. “You should wake up. You’ve been sleeping or over two hours.”

I slowly opened my eyes. She was standing beside the bed holding a glass of water. “Here,” she said as she handed me the glass. She then handed me a couple of pills. “You’re to take these.” She watched as I placed the pills in my mouth and took a drink of water.

“How are you feeling?” she asked. Her mood surprised me. She seemed almost friendly.

“I’m okay,” I responded. I started to ask her where Dad was, but before I could, she turned and quickly left the room. So much for friendly.

I reached for the remote and turned on the television. Fortunately, we have cable, and it has a gazillion movie channels. Mom and Dad like watching old movies, so we have every movie channel that is offered. It didn’t take me long to find something. I dozed off and on several times. I think one of the pain pills make me sleepy. I had a hard time keeping my eyes open.

I looked at the clock when the doorbell rang. It was after four. Suddenly, I heard Tracy’s voice. “But Mrs. Craft, why can’t I see Jack?”

I heard her reply angrily, “Because he’s asleep. He needs his rest.”

“Tracy!” I shouted out. “I’m in the family room!”

Tracy appeared at the door with my mother standing behind him. She looked like she was ready to grab him and pull him from the room. I held out my hand towards him. “Come in,” I insisted. He walked across the room and held my hand. I looked toward the door as my mother grumbled something and left the room.

“I didn’t think she was going to let me in,” he remarked worriedly.

“Screw her,” I hissed. I squeezed his hand tightly.

“How are you feeling?” he asked worriedly. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “It’s good to see you home.”

I smiled and replied, “It’s good to be home. I hated being in the hospital.”

He looked down at the bed and replied, “It doesn’t look like it’s much better here.”

“It’s still better,” I insisted. Just then, my mother came to the door and peered in. I thought she was going to tell Tracy to leave, but she didn’t. I think she was making sure we weren’t having mad, passionate sex on the rug. Tracy gave me a puzzled look when I started giggling.

“What? he asked.

“I think she’s checking to make sure we aren’t doing anything,” I giggled.

He wiggled his eyebrows and responded, “We could, if you want.”

“Idiot,” I laughed, but I could feel my dick getting hard. It had been over a week since I last masturbated. Afterall, I’m only sixteen. I can cum two or three times in one day. By now, my nuts were overflowing.

It didn’t help when Tracy looked seductively down at me and said, “I wish I could suck you right now.” I now had a raging hard on.

“Me, too,” I whispered. He reached down, felt my erection and giggled. I looked quickly over at the door to make sure my mother hadn’t seen us.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I became worried because I thought it might be Jeff. I wasn’t sure she would want Tracy and Jeff in the same room with me. Instead, it was Jimmy again.

I heard my mother tell him, “He’s in the family room. Go on in.” He appeared at the door with my mother behind him. She seemed to have a smirk on her face.

Jimmy stopped suddenly when he saw Tracy standing beside me. He approached the bed and ignored Tracy. “Hi, Jack,” he said nervously.

I looked angrily at him and insisted, “Say hi to Tracy.”

“Um…” he stammered. “Hi, Tracy.” Jimmy glanced quickly at him and then looked away.

“Hi, Jimmy,” responded Tracy nervously. He gave me a puzzled look. I hadn’t told him that Jimmy had visited me at the hospital, and we had made up. Although, I wasn’t sure how long it would last if he continued to be rude to Tracy.

Tracy looked at me and said, “I gotta get home. Mom is probably wondering where I am.” He reached out and touched my arm. “I’ll be back over later.” He looked at Jimmy, turned and left the room.

“You were rude,” I told Jimmy after I heard the front door close.

“Come on, Jack,” he replied excitedly. “I’m trying. Okay.” He looked over and a slight smile appeared. “I didn’t call him a poof.”

I started to get angry, but just then my mother appeared at the door. “I’m going out to the store,” she informed us. “I shouldn’t be gone more than an hour.” She looked at Jimmy and asked, “Can you stay with Jack until I return?”

“Sure, Mrs. Craft,” he replied. She turned and left the room.

Jimmy giggled and said, “I guess I’m your nurse now.”

“Nurse this,” I laughed as I grabbed my erect cock through my sweatpants. I was still hard after Tracy had volunteered to suck me.

“Jesus, Jack,” laughed Jimmy. “You’re a perv.”

I continued to rub myself. Since Jimmy had seen me with a hard-on in the bathroom at the hospital, I didn’t feel ashamed. “You go a week without busting a nut and you’ll be hard too.”

“A week!” he exclaimed excitedly. “I can’t go an hour without busting a nut.”

I laughed and exclaimed, “And you call me a perv.”

Jimmy rose, walked over and looked out the window. He returned and sat down beside me on the bed. He said nervously, “If you got to take care of that,” he looked down at the bulge in my sweats, “go ahead. I’ll make sure no one comes in.”

I asked surprisingly, “You don’t care I jerk off in front of you?”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it before,” he remarked as he looked back down at my bulging erection. He got up and walked back over to the window. He turned and giggled, “Go ahead, do your thing.”

I hesitated before I pulled down my sweats. My dick instantly stood erect. I thought Jimmy would be looking out the window, but he was watching me. Nervously, I reached down with my left hand and started stroking myself. I’ve always masturbated with my right hand, and it was awkward using my left. I couldn’t get a good rhythm going. “Damn it,” I muttered after a minute.

Jimmy came over and sat down beside me. “What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly. “Are you in pain.”

“No, Idiot,” I replied. “It just feels weird doing it with my left hand. I jerk off with my right.”

Jimmy looked at the cast on my right hand. “Sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s okay,” I replied. I grabbed my dick once again and started to jerk off. It still felt awkward.

I couldn’t believe it when Jimmy batted my hand away. “Let me do it,” he insisted. “Besides, it’s my fault you’re like this.” I was stunned when he grabbed me and started to masturbate me. It felt amazing! I don’t know if it was because I was really horny or if it was because my best friend was doing it for me. He gave me a gentle push and told me to lay back. I lay back, put my arm over my eyes and relished the feelings surging through my body.

Suddenly, I felt a moistness engulf my erection. I looked down and Jimmy was sucking me! I sat up and shrieked, “What are you doing?”

His face reddened as he replied, “Making it up to you for what I did.”

“God, Jimmy!” I replied. “You don’t have to do this!”

“Lay back,” he ordered. “And if you tell anyone, I’ll kick your ass.”

I giggled as I lay back. Jimmy leaned over and began sucking me. After several minutes, I warned him I was cumming. He pulled his mouth off, and I shot cum all over my chest.

“Damn!” he exclaimed. “You weren’t lying.” He rose and went to the bathroom. He returned with a towel. I thought he would hand it to me, but he told me to lay back as he cleaned the cum off my chest.

When he was through, I sat up and said appreciatively, “Thanks.” I still couldn’t believe that he had sucked me off.

“If you tell anyone,” he grinned, “I’ll have to kill you.”

“I won’t,” I promised. “But thanks.”

Just then, we heard my mother’s car door slam outside. Jimmy grabbed the cum-filled towel and tossed it under the bed.