Dancing on a Star
|Copyright © 2018 by Ronyx
All Rights Reserved
Emily walked me to my first period class. She helped me to a seat and then she sat
down beside me. “If you need anything, Jack, just ask.” She smiled, opened her
bookbag and took out her literature book.
I leaned down to get my book. When I did, another student lightly bumped into my
head. I looked up, expecting it to be someone who would threaten me for wanting
to suck his dick. Instead, Murray was grinning down at me. He slipped into the seat
behind me and started talking to Emily.
When the bell rang, Mrs. Dawson stood at the front of the room and took
attendance. She smiled when she noticed me. “It’s good to have you back, Jack.
We missed you.” My face blushed as everyone turned in their seats and stared at
me. Murray patted me on my back.
I wasn’t getting the reception I expected. I thought I would be teased and
threatened by students. Instead, everyone seemed genuinely happy that I was
back in school. After a twenty-minute class discussion about a short story they had
read last week, Mrs. Dawson gave us a handout and told us to complete it by the
end of the period.
Emily scooted her desk nearer to mine. “Since you weren’t here last week, I’ll help
you with the assignment,” she volunteered. Murray scooted his desk until he was
on the other side of me.
“I’ll help too,” he smiled. It was a short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne. I was glad
Emily and Murray volunteered to help me because the story was boring, and I
probably would have fallen asleep at home trying to read it.
As we worked on the handout, Murray kept looking into my face and smiling. Emily
noticed and gave him a glare. I stopped breathing when he stretched out his leg
and then rested it against mine. I wanted to scoot away, but I couldn’t. I quickly
looked at Emily to see if she noticed, but she was reading over the short story.
I started to get hard when he rubbed his leg forcefully against mine. Murray was
trying to make a pass at me! When I gave him a surprised look, he smiled slightly
and looked quickly at Emily. When he saw that she hadn’t noticed what he was
doing, he rubbed his leg harder against mine. I looked down at his crotch and
noticed that he was hard like I was. He looked down and grinned at the erection
poking through my sweatpants. Since I couldn’t wear jeans, I still had on the
sweatpants Dad had made for me by cutting up the side so they would fit over my
cast. They were thin, and my erect dick was very noticeable.
“Hey, Guys,” Emily asked, “Have you completed…” She let out a gasp when she
looked down at both of our erections. She hissed, “Jesus Christ,” she warned, “You
guys better be careful.” Murray grinned and nodded his head.
At that moment, I realized that Murray was gay, and that Emily knew it. She didn’t
seem at all shocked by what she saw. She was more worried that we would be
caught if other students noticed. Murray chuckled and said, “Yes, Mother.” He
scooted his chair a foot away so that our legs were no longer touching.
“Better,” smiled Emily. She leaned toward us and again warned, “I’m serious
Murray. You guys be careful.”
I couldn’t believe it. In all the years I had known him, I never expected Murray to
be gay. In fact, I think everyone in our class thought like I did that Murray and
Emily were dating. They had been close friends since the fifth grade. We just
assumed that they were now ‘doing it.’
“Okay, Class,” announced Mrs. Dawson as she rose from her desk and looked
around the room. “Hand in your papers when the bell rings.” Emily handed us her
paper, and Murray and I quickly copied the answers. We finished just as the bell
Before standing, I glanced quickly at the front of my sweatpants to make sure I
wasn’t showing a bulge. Murray giggled, and I glanced down to see if he was still
hard. I felt relieved when he wasn’t. At least no one, except Emily, would know
what we were doing.
Murray put his arm around my waist and helped me from the room. I wanted to
tell him I could walk on my own, but it felt nice. Murray is a really great guy, and
he’s extremely attractive. He’s not like a guy you would admire on the beach in a
speedo. He’s like the all-American guy. He’s the guy next door that a mother would
wish her daughter would date. He’s handsome with short blond hair and blue eyes.
He has slight dimples that only adds to his boyish appearance. While most guys
wear shorts and a tee shirt, Murray usually comes to school wearing khaki pants
and a dress shirt. I’ve had a crush on him for several years, but I never thought
that he might be like me. If he is gay, which I’m beginning to think he is, then he
has hidden it better than me. Now I’m beginning to wonder if Emily was his cover.
It’s obvious that she may know he’s gay. Maybe she’s gone along with the act all
these years to protect her best friend- her gay best friend.
“What’s your next class?” he asked as we headed down the hall.
“Old Man Glicker,” I informed him.
“Shit,” he mumbled. “I got chemistry.” He tightened his grip around my waist. “I’ll
help you to class, but I gotta book to make it to my class.”
When we approached Mr. Glicker’s class, Jimmy Tracy and Jeff were waiting
outside. They gave us a puzzled look as we approached. Murray laughed and
removed his arm from around my waist. “He’s all yours, Guys.” He turned and
started running to class.
“What was that all about?” Jimmy asked angrily. “Looked just a little too cozy to
“Yeah,” Jeff chimed in. “You not telling us something, Jack?”
“What can I say,” I giggled as I patted my face. “I’m too charming.”
“Yeah, right,” mumbled Jeff as he put his arm around my waist and helped me
inside the room. He continued to look at me throughout class and frown.
I know I think too much, but I’m really confused. Now, I have four guys interested
in me. A couple of weeks ago, I was afraid that I would never be happy because I
am gay. I’m out, and my life is even more unstable. I was becoming comfortable
with Jeff being my boyfriend then Jimmy enters the picture. I don’t think he wants
me as a steady boyfriend, but he does want us to have sex. Even then, I’m curious
because he seems to get jealous if Jeff or Tracy show me any affection.
Now Murray. I don’t even know what to think. If he had shown interest in me in the
past, I probably would have come out years ago just to be with him. But I don’t
want to hurt Jeff. I know he already is wondering what is going on when he saw
Murray and me approaching Mr. Glicker’s class. I could see the worry in his eyes.
He’s dealing with Jimmy liking me, now he’s concerned that Murray may take me
away from him. I don’t think he worries about Tracy. He knows that Tracy is no
more than a friend. He hasn’t mentioned it yet, but I don’t think he would care if
we had another threesome with him. Tracy is a good friend, a friend with benefits.
I don’t think he sees Jimmy, and now Murray, that way.
Mr. Glicker gave us a test, so we couldn’t talk. He called me to his desk after
handing it out and told me that I didn’t have to take it. I told him I would try. I
don’t think I did too bad on it. If I did make a bad grade, I hope he won’t count it
My next class was algebra. Fortunately, I didn’t share it with anyone except Kelly
and Emily. Kelly sat beside me and stared at me. I’m not sure, but I think Emily
told her about what happened earlier. If she’s like Emily, she’s probably a mother
hen and she’s wondering if I would make Murray a good boyfriend.
Lunch was strange. Jeff met me outside the classroom when I exited. We hadn’t
made it halfway down the hall when Jimmy approached. Tracy was waiting by the
cafeteria door. When we entered, Murray stood, hollered out my name and told me
to sit with him, Emily and Kelly. They pulled up another table so we could all sit.
Jeff insisted on getting my lunch. He headed to the cafeteria line before anyone
could stop him. He returned with a ham sandwich, fries and a chocolate milk. I
didn’t want to hurt his feeling by telling him I preferred regular milk.
Murray did most of the talking. Since he didn’t know Tracy, he found it interesting
that he danced. At one point, they got into a discussion about some ballerina they
both enjoyed. It surprised me that someone our age knew about something like
that. He explained his mother dragged him to a lot of operas and ballets. Of
course, Tracy had to invite him to see him perform in the Nutcracker. Emily and
Kelly said they would be there also.
Before leaving, Jimmy reminded Tracy that he was supposed to come by the gym
after school and meet his coach. He was excited about the team learning some of
the moves that Tracy had taught him on Saturday.
“I can’t stay too late,” Tracy reminded him. “I have to go home and get ready for
“Okay,” replied Jimmy. “I just want you to meet the coach and the guys. I already
spoke to Tyler and Brian about it.” When he frowned, I knew they didn’t like the
I asked, “Are they cool with it?”
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know,” he replied. “They think it may be
I laughed and said, “You thought that last week.”
“Yeah, well,” remarked Jimmy. “I think it will make us better basketball players. If
they don’t want to do it, then that’s their problem.”
Jeff laughed and asked, “What if they think you’re a poof?” Emily and Kelly started
“That’s their problem,” replied Jimmy. Just then the bell rung, and we headed for
the exit. Murray tried to put his arm around my back, but Jeff forced him out of the
way and hugged me tightly. Murray frowned and walked away.
The afternoon classes didn’t go too bad. Several students asked me how I was
doing. Most, though, just stared at me like I was some kind of freak. However, no
one called me a name. Jimmy was in most of my afternoon classes. I think he
would have gotten into a fight with them if they had.
Tracy and I shared sixth period, so when the bell rang, he walked with me to the
gym. He didn’t put his arm around me like the others had. He walked closely to my
side in case I started to fall. As we approached the gym, he said, “I’m not sure I
want to do this.”
“I like to dance,” he explained, “but I don’t think other guys our age will like it.
Jimmy already said two of the guys didn’t want to do it because it’s too gay.”
“Jimmy seems pretty sure the guys will go along with it,” I said. “He wouldn’t have
suggested it if he thought they wouldn’t like the idea.”
Tracy shook his head and replied, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
Jimmy, Jeff and Murray were waiting outside the gym door. I was surprised Murray
was with them since he didn’t play basketball. “Hey, Guys,” smiled Jimmy. “Let’s
go talk to Coach Warren.” He grabbed Tracy’s arm and pulled him inside. They
walked across the floor and headed toward the coach’s office. Jeff, Murray and I sat
on the bleachers and waited for them.
Jeff and Murray at first engaged in small talk. They discussed teachers and classes.
I stopped breathing when Jeff asked Murray if he was gay. Murray gave him a
surprised look. He then grinned and asked,
“What do you want me to say?”
Jeff’s eyes widened. I think he was expecting Murray to deny it. Finally, he asked
again, “Are you?”
Murray leaned back on the bleacher, looked at me and responded, “Maybe.”
“Damn,” hissed Jeff as he stared at him. “All these years I’ve wanted your ass, and
you mean I could have had it?”
Murray laughed loudly, winked and replied, “Maybe.” They continued to stare at
each other. Now, it was my turn to become jealous.
Jeff was confusing me. He claimed he wanted to be my boyfriend, but he flirted
with Jimmy in the car and let Jimmy feel on him. Now, he seemed interested in
Murray. Just when I was beginning to accept the idea of having a steady boyfriend,
it seems like Jeff may not be interested anymore. Maybe he just reacted like that
because I was lying in a hospital bed, and he was worried about me. Now that I’m
getting better, maybe he has changed his mind.
I sat quietly while Murray and Jeff talked. Instead of teachers and classes, their
conversation turned to who they thought was hot in our class. I felt good when
Murray looked at me, winked and replied, “Jack’s pretty hot.”
It disappointed me when Jeff laughed and said, “He’ll do.”
Suddenly, the locker room door opened, and fifteen guys came running out. They
dribbled the ball and tossed it around. Someone would then run toward the basket
and shoot. This went on for about ten minutes. I still hadn’t seen Jimmy and Tracy
They emerged from the locker room with Coach Warren. He blew his whistle and
hollered out that he wanted the team to sit on the bleachers across from where we
were sitting. Tracy and Jimmy stood next to him.
“Okay, Gentlemen,” hollered the coach. “We’ve been practicing hard for a week,
and today we’re going to try some new drills.” He put his hand on Tracy’s shoulder.
“This is Tracy Craft. He’s new here so you might not have had a chance to meet
him.” I watched as several guys started whispering amongst themselves. I had a
pretty good idea what they were saying.
He continued, “Jimmy brought Tracy to practice, and we’ve been in my office
discussing this. As you know, last year we didn’t perform very well.”
Someone laughed and yelled, “We didn’t perform at all.”
“Yes, well,” smiled Coach Warren as he cleared his throat. “One of the problems we
had was protecting the ball on offense.”
“And defense!” Someone else hollered out.
Coach Warren put his hand on Tracy’s shoulder again. “This young man came to
me with an idea.” He paused before adding, “I think it’s a damn good idea. I’ve
read about it, but I have never considered doing it.”
“What is it, Coach?” A player asked loudly.
“Tracy is a dancer. A ballet dancer,” explained Coach Warren. The team
immediately groaned and started talking among themselves.
“Listen up, Men,” chastised the coach. “I’m not talking about turning you guys into
ballerinas.” He started laughing as the boys stared at him. “It’s just that some
dance movements can be helpful in handling a basketball.”
“How can ballet help us?” asked Tyler. “Isn’t that a little bit gay?”
“Not at all,” replied the coach. “Don’t any of you guys dance?”
“Yeah,” replied Tyler again. “But we ain’t no homos.”
“That’s enough!” screamed Coach Warren. “Any more remarks like that, and you
hit the showers. He walked around and stared at each player. “Understood?” The
boys mumbled and nodded their heads. He approached Tracy and hollered out,
“Taylor and Smith. On the floor.”
Jimmy was already standing beside Tracy. Tyler reluctantly rose from the
bleachers and strode toward them. Coach Warren tossed Jimmy the ball. “Smith, I
want you to guard Taylor. If he makes a basket, then get down and give me 25.”
“But Coach,” protested Tyler. Before he could say anything more, Jimmy started
dribbling the ball toward the basket. He put up his arms and tried to stop Jimmy
from shooting. Suddenly, Jimmy swung around him using one of the dance
techniques that Tracy had taught him Saturday. He easily approached the net and
made a layup.
“What the fuck?” asked Tyler.
Coach yelled, “Give me 25, Smith.”
“But Coach,” remarked Tyler. “That wasn’t fair. He pulled some shit I ain’t ever
“Exactly,” laughed the coach. “Now, give me 25.” Tyler reluctantly got on the floor
and did pushups. The coach scanned the bleachers. “Horowitz, you’re next.”
A tall boy rose from the bleachers and approached Jimmy. He towered over Jimmy
by about a foot. I whispered to Jeff, “No way is Jimmy going to get around him.”
We watched as the tall boy guarded Jimmy. His lanky body prevented Jimmy was
approaching the basket. Suddenly, Jimmy turned and swirled around the boy. It
reminded me of one of the movements I had seen Tracy perform while practicing
for the Nutcracker. He must have practiced that with Jimmy when they went to his
bedroom. Jimmy broke away, ran toward the net and again easily made a layup.
The tall boy stared at Jimmy. “What the fuck are you doing, Jimmy?”
Jimmy roared with laughter. “Taking you to school, Horowitz.”
The coach blew his whistle and told all the boys to come to the center of the floor.
“Tracy is very busy rehearsing for something,” he explained, “but he has agreed to
come by after school to teach you some drills.” He put his hand on Tracy’s
shoulders. “You just saw what Jimmy was able to do with Smith and Horowitz with
techniques he learned from Tracy. By the time we play our first game, I want each
of you guys to master the skills Jimmy has learned.” He looked around at the boys.
Tyler asked, “What if we don’t want to do it?”
“I can’t force you to,” replied the coach. “However, if someone outplays you on the
court during practices because they did what Tracy teaches you, then you’ll be
doing a lot of bench warming during the games.”
The team manager tossed five balls onto the court. For the next twenty minutes
Tracy moved around on the floor showing the players certain movements. Most of
them seemed pretty simple. Even I could have done them.
Coach Warren blew his whistle. He then divided the boys into two teams. The rest
walked over and sat on the bench. “We’re going to play a quick practice game,” he
said. “I’m going to watch to see if you do what Tracy just showed you. I don’t
expect you to be good yet, but I want to see that you try. If you don’t, I’m taking
you out and replacing you with someone who will.” He blew the whistle and they
began to play.
It was fun to watch. I had never enjoyed basketball, but it was interesting watching
ten guys trying to do the ballet tricks that Jack had taught them. A few of the guys
picked it up easily and scored repeatedly. They would smile widely and high-five
each other. Coach Warren kept rotating guys into the game. When he blew the
whistle for them to stop, all the players had had a chance on the court.
He asked the players to sit on the bench as he paraded in front of them. “I had
given up any chance of winning a game this year,” he laughed, “but what I just saw
on the court is giving me hope.” He asked Tracy to join him. “I know Tracy has a
busy schedule, but he has agreed to come by for about a half hour every day to
work with you.” He reached out and patted Tracy on the back. “If you guys pick up
what he’s teaching you as fast as you did today, we’re going to surprise our
opponents this year, and we may win a few games.”
“We’re going to win them all,” hollered Brian. They agreed and high-fived each
other. Coach Warren blew his whistle and the guys rose from the bleacher and
headed nosily to the locker room.
Tracy trotted over to us. “What did you think?” he asked.
“You did great!” Murray responded excitedly. “I never thought I would see the day
a basketball team would act like a bunch of ballerinas and enjoy it.”
“I’m still not sure this is a good idea,” remarked Tracy skeptically. “It may help
them win some games, but everyone is going to laugh at them. Then I’ll get the
I reminded him, “Coach Warren thinks it’s a good idea. I’m sure he’ll get most of
the heat if people don’t like it.”
“I guess,” replied Tracy as we rose from the bleacher and headed toward the door.
Jeff and Tracy walked beside Murray and talked excitedly while I trailed behind.
“Oh, well,” I thought to myself. “It was good while it lasted.” I sighed and followed
behind as we left the building and I hobbled home.