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  1. Ronyx

    Chapter 2

    Hahaha, AG. You're a real rascal! I'm loving this story! You're surprising me with your writing skills and story telling. As you mentioned above, we've been friends since I started writing. You've motivated me, and I hope to be able to return the favor. You're doing an excellent job, and I will admit much better than I did when I first began. I enjoyed your description of NYC. You made me feel like I was there. You are also mastering the art of leave them wanting more as you did with dropping Sebastian in at the end of the story. I'm a big fan of cliff hangers even though readers sometimes get upset because they have to wait for the next installment. You're off to a great start, and readers are enjoying the story. Good luck!
  2. Ronyx

    Chapter 1

    AG, I love the start of this story! I'm also flattered that you have taken a few of the characters from Dancing on a Star and created a completely different story line. It's very imaginative, and I enjoyed reading the first chapter. I can't wait to see what direction you take TJ and CJ. Don't get hung up with some of the criticism about editing. You have skills, and the rest will come. Some of my first stories contained numerous errors, but readers helped me. You're smart and a fast learner. You'll do well. Hugs, Ron
  3. Ronyx

    Chapter 26

    “Are you ready?” my father asked as he helped me out of the car. I stood and briefly lost my balance. “Careful, Jack,” he warned as he held my arm. “I’ll be okay,” I insisted as I placed the crutches under my arm and hobbled into the medical center. We got on the elevator and went to the third floor to Dr. Vorhees office. After a twenty-minute wait, the nurse came out and informed us that he would see us. He smiled when he entered the examination room. “Hello, Jack,” he said cheerfully. “How’s the arm and leg?” He walked over and began to examine me. “I’m doing pretty good,” I informed him. “I can’t wait to go back to school, though.” “Go back to school?” he laughed. “Most boys would love to stay home from school and play video games all day.” “It’s not much fun playing alone,” I reminded him. “All my friends are in school during the day. I just sit around and do homework and watch television.” He examined me a few more minutes. “I don’t see any reason why you can’t return to school Monday,” he said. “Really?” I asked hopefully. He asked me about the layout of the school and if it had any steps I had to climb. I told him it did, but all my classes were on the first floor. He turned to my father and asked him if I was ready to go back to school. “I don’t see why not,” he replied. “He gets around the house just fine.” Suddenly, he frowned and added, “Well, except for that fall last week.” “I’m aware of that,” replied Dr. Vorhees as he read my chart and held up an x-ray. “I don’t see anything that would keep me from releasing him to return to school.” He patted my leg and said, “Just don’t…” “Play basketball,” I laughed. He informed me that he would also like me to speak to Dr. Butler before we left. “She’s down on the second floor. Wait just a minute and I’ll have my receptionist call and see if she can see you.” He quickly left the room. “Looks like you’ll be going back to school,” smiled my father. “I can’t wait,” I responded excitedly. “I always hated school, but when you can’t go, then you realize how much you miss it.” Dad laughed and said, “You’ve learned a valuable life lesson.” Dr. Vorhees returned and told me that Dr. Butler had a few minutes between clients, and she could fit me in. He patted my back on the way out and again reminded me to take it carefully. “We’ll make an appointment for next month, and I’ll take x-rays to see about removing those casts.” “That would be great!” I responded excitedly. We went downstairs to Dr. Butler’s office. Her receptionist took me immediately back to see her. “She only has a few minutes until her next appointment,” she informed me. Dad remained in the waiting room while I went to see Dr. Butler. She rose from her desk, smiled and gave me a quick hug. “How are things going, Jack?” “I get to go back to school Monday,” I excitedly informed her. She responded, “That’s great. She then asked worriedly, “Do you think you can handle going back? You won’t be fighting with that boy again, will you?” “No,” I assured her. “He’s my best friend again.” “Great,” she replied. “And what about the other young man who liked you?” “Which one?” I asked before my face turned red. I couldn’t remember if I had told her about Tracy. She grinned and asked, “Which one? Are you holding back on me?” “No, Ma’am,” I replied nervously. “I have two friends, Tracy and Jeff.” “Isn’t Jeff the one you think is in love with you?” “Yeah,” I replied. I then quickly told her a little bit about Tracy. She seemed to remember our conversation about Jeff. I also told her what Tracy said about my mother accepting me having Jeff as a boyfriend. “It sounds good,” she said, “but you can’t live a lie. That is why you’re here now.” I frowned and replied, “Yeah, I know.” I asked, “So you don’t think it is right for me to have a boyfriend?” “I think it is wonderful if you have a boyfriend,” she said. “But the difference between a boy friend and a boyfriend is how you feel about them.” I gave her a puzzled look and replied, “I don’t get it.” She looked at her watch and pointed to a chair. “Sit down, Jack.” After I was seated, she tried to make me understand that a boy friend is just that. A boy and a friend. “But a boyfriend is someone who is dear to you. Someone you hold a special place for inside your heart.” “I think I understand,” I said. She asked, “Does Jeff or Tracy do that?” I frowned and replied, “I’m not sure. I know Tracy doesn’t, but I’m afraid of letting Jeff in.” “That’s natural,” he said. “Especially at your age. I’m not saying you’re too young to be in love. I’m just saying that you may not be ready.” “Yeah,” I smiled. “I’m not sure I’m ready.” She leaned back and folded her arms. “So now, what about Tracy’s plan?” “I think I know what you’re saying,” I replied. “Don’t hurt Jeff just because I want to trick my mother into liking me.” “That’s right,” she smiled. “You’re a very bright young man. I’m sure you’ll make the right decision.” I hung my head and replied, “I hope so.” “Jack,” she insisted. “Look at me.” I raised my head and looked into her eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with being in love. The journey in life is more fun if you’re sharing it with someone.” I smiled and said, “I’ll remember that.” We stood, and she hugged me before leaving. “If you ever need to talk,” she said, “my door is always open.” I hugged her again and went out into the waiting room where my father was sitting talking to a woman. He wished her luck before he stood. I wondered if Dr. Butler could help her as much as she did me. *********** My father took me home, and then he headed back to work. Before leaving, he warned me to be careful and not move around the house too much. I hobbled over to the chair, sat down and soon fell asleep. I was awakened about an hour later when someone started knocking on the door. “Come in,” I hollered out. Jimmy entered, pulled up the footstool and sat down. “How’s things?” he asked with a smile. “Miss me?” I asked him how school was going. He had returned the day before, and we hadn’t had a chance to talk. “It’s just going,” he replied. When I asked him if anyone said anything about being suspended, he just shrugged his shoulders. I was going to asked him more, but just then someone knocked on the door. Jimmy rose and opened the door. When he stepped back and frowned, I knew who it was- Jeff. Jeff walked over, and I could tell by the look on his face he was worried about Jimmy and me being alone. He asked angrily, “How long has he been here?” Jimmy walked up and asked challengingly, “What’s it to you, Jeff? Worried I was sucking your boyfriends dick again?” Jeff turned to leave, but he stopped when I called out his name. “Jeff! Come back.” He gave me an angry look, and I added, “Please?” He reluctantly walked back to me. I looked at Jimmy and started to scold him. “I’ve had enough of this!” I stated angrily. “Jimmy, if we are going to be friends, then you have to start being friends with my friends.” Jimmy grinned and shook his head. “What? That didn’t even make sense.” “Yes, it did,” I replied. I reached up and held Jeff’s hand. “If we’re going to make this work, then you have to accept Jeff, too.” “Okay,” he replied as his shoulders drooped. He then hesitantly walked over and stood before Jeff. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. I was surprised when he reached out and pulled Jeff into a hug. Jimmy pulled away, looked down at me and asked, “Are you happy now?” “Yeah,” I smiled back. “I’m happy.” I held out my hand and asked him to help me to the sofa. Jeff stepped forward, but I insisted that Jimmy help me. When I sat down, Jeff sat on my right, and Jimmy sat on my left. We remained quiet for a few minutes. Finally, I said excitedly, “The doctor told me I can go back to school on Monday!” “That’s great!” responded Jeff. “Yeah,” said Jimmy. “If you need anything, I can help.” “No,” insisted Jeff. “I can.” I sighed and said, “There you two go again.” I looked at them and insisted, “You both can help me.” Jeff replied, “I’ll help you more.” He giggled and stuck his tongue out at Jimmy. “God’s going to cut that off,” responded Jimmy as we started laughing. I then said, “Seriously, Guys. I’m a little worried about going back.” Jimmy asked, “Why?” “Look at me,” I replied. “I’m on crutches, and everyone knows why. They also know I’m gay.” Jeff assured me that it wasn’t as bad as I thought. “People have been asking me for several days how you’re doing.” When I asked him why they would ask him, he said that word was going around school that we were boyfriends. “Who started that rumor?” I asked. It surprised when Jeff pointed at Jimmy. “What!” I shouted. “Why are you doing that?” Jimmy asked, “Aren’t you boyfriends?” Jeff looked at me and waited for my answer. I smiled, took his hand, squeezed it and replied, “Yeah, I guess we are.” I looked at Jimmy and asked him why he was telling everyone at school, though. He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know,” he said. “I just thought it might be easier if everyone thought you were together.” I gave him a puzzled look and responded, “Why?” Before he could answer, someone knocked on the door. I had a pretty good idea who is was. Jeff jumped up and answer it. Tracy entered the room. He gave me a suspicious look when he saw Jimmy sitting beside me. “Hi,” he said nervously as Jeff sat down. “What’s going on?” “Nothing,” I said. “We were just talking about school. That’s all.” I was surprised when Jimmy scooter nearer to me and invited Tracy to sit beside him. We were cramped, and our legs were rubbing together. I giggled when I noticed Jimmy starting to pop a boner. We sat quietly for a minute. I’m sure we were all wondering what we should say next. If it had been just Jeff and Tracy, we would probably have been talking about a hot boy at school. No one knew what to say with Jimmy present. Jimmy was the first to speak. He looked at Tracy and asked him how his dance class was going. “I’m not taking classes,” he replied. “I’m rehearsing for the Nutcracker.” “Yeah, right,” responded Jimmy as he looked at me. “I forgot.” Tracy jumped from the sofa, stood in front of us and began excitedly jumping around. “Guess what?” he asked. “What?” asked Jeff. Tracy replied, “I’m going to dance the role of the Prince!” I asked, “I thought you always wanted to dance the Nutcracker?” “I did,” he explained, “but the Prince is a bigger role. I didn’t think I would have a chance dancing that part.” He sat down and explained how the director decided that he was a better dancer than the young man who had originally been cast as the Prince. When the director decided to have them switch roles, the other boy stormed out of rehearsal. Now, they were trying to find another dancer for that role. “That’s great,” responded Jimmy as he added, “I think.” Even I was confused. For weeks Tracy had told us how he was looking forward to dancing the Nutcracker. I had no idea who the Prince was. “Trust me,” smiled Tracy. “It is a big role. I hope this will be my big opportunity.” Jimmy said, “Jack said you’re a good dancer.” “He is,” I responded. I grinned and told Tracy he should show Jimmy how well he dances. It would be another test to see how he handled it. I was hoping his reaction would be different than it was weeks earlier when we sat on the porch steps. “Yeah,” said Jeff encouraged him. “Dance for us.” Tracy rose from the sofa and walked to the middle of the room. After doing a few exercises he said he was ready. He announced, “I have to take off my shirt, though.” He pulled his tee shirt over his head, showing off his chiseled torso. “Shit!” hissed Jimmy. Jeff and I started giggling. He looked at Tracy and said, “Damn, Dude, you’re ripped.” Tracy threw back his head and posed. “Not too bad for a poof, huh?” I looked over at Jimmy as his face reddened. Jimmy watched intently as Tracy started dancing around the room. Even though I had watched him several times before, I was still amazed at how much better he appeared to be dancing. I giggled when Jimmy reached down and arranged the bulge in his pants. Tracy walked over, grabbed Jimmy’s hand and pulled him up. “I need someone to dance the Snow Queen.” Jimmy nervously stuttered that he didn’t know how to dance. “You don’t have to dance,” replied Tracy. “Just hold out our hand and let me do the rest.” Jeff and I laughed when Tracy began dancing around Jimmy. Jimmy was right, he didn’t have a dance bone in his body. Well, except for the one bulging inside his pants. Tracy continued to swirl around the room with Jimmy trying to follow. I giggled when he circled Jimmy and let his hand rub against his erection. Jimmy glanced at me to see if I had noticed. “Okay, Jimmy,” instructed Tracy. “Hold out your arms, and I’m going to jump into them.” “This isn’t a good idea,” insisted Jimmy. “I’ll drop you.” “Nonsense,” replied Tracy. “You can hold me.” With that he ran across the room and leapt into Jimmy’s arms. Jimmy lost his balance and they tumbled to the ground with Tracy lying across Jimmy’s chest. He was grinning into Jimmy’s face. I then realized that he had probably set that up just so he could grind his body into Jimmy’s. He thrust his body against Jimmy several times before he rose. He held out his hand and helped Jimmy up. They came back over to the sofa and sat down. Jimmy was breathing heavily. “Wow!” he exclaimed. “You really are good.” “Thanks, Love,” replied Tracy seductively. He grabbed Jimmy’s hand and pulled him from the sofa. “Let’s go over to my bedroom, and I’ll show you more.” He looked at me and asked if I would mind. I shook my head and told them to go ahead. Jimmy face reddened as Tracy pulled him toward the door. “I’ve got some moves I think you’ll like,” he said as they left the room. Jeff and I started laughing when they left. “You don’t think they’re going to go do something, do you?” I laughed and said, “Probably. It is Tracy.” Jeff asked worriedly, “You don’t think he’ll hurt Tracy?” “No,” I assured him. “He already told me he might like Tracy.” “Really?” He sat back and muttered, “Tracy and Jimmy. Who would have thought it?” “Yeah,” I agreed. “Who would have thought it?” ********** I was working on a homework assignment when the doorbell rang. Jeff had left hours earlier, and I was getting bored again. I heard my mother talking to Jimmy at the door. “He’s in the family room,” she said. He then timidly entered the room. I’ve known Jimmy for years, and I could tell when something was bothering him. “What’s wrong?” I asked as he sat down beside me. I put my literature book on the floor and looked worriedly at him. He shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Nothing.” I asked, “What did you and Tracy do when you went back to his bedroom?” I giggled and asked, “Did he dance for you some more?” I laughed louder when Jimmy’s face reddened more. “Oh, my God,” I shrieked, “You didn’t!” He excitedly told me to be quiet. “Your mother is going to hear you,” he warned me. I giggled and responded, “Why would you care if she heard you? You did just go over to only watch him dance, didn’t you?” His eyes widened and he said excitedly, “Yeah. But he stripped his clothes off when he did it!” I fell back on the bed and laughed. When I caught my breath, I told Jimmy, “He likes to do that.” Jimmy asked, “You’ve seen him dance naked?” “Yeah, sure,” I replied. “He’s danced like that for me a few times.” “Did he make you get naked?” “What!” I laughed. “You danced naked with him?” “Sshhh!” He looked at the door. “Would you be quiet.” I whispered, “You got naked with Tracy?” His face reddened. “You swear to God you won’t tell anyone?” “I promise,” I replied. “Did you do anything else?” “We were naked,” he responded as he pushed on his erection that was forming in his sweatpants. “Damn, you were right.” I gave him a puzzled look. “Right about what?” “He gives great head.” “I told you,” I laughed. “Did you suck him?” Jimmy’s face reddened again. “Yeah,” he admitted. “He said he liked it.” “You’re becoming a horn dog,” I laughed. “You sucked me, and now you’re sucking Tracy.” A worried look appeared on his face, “You won’t tell anyone?” I giggled and replied, “Not if you give me another blowjob.” “Really?” He asked as he looked at the door. “Right now? Your mother is home.” I started roaring with laughter. “No, Idiot,” I said. “I was just joking.” “Oh,” replied Jimmy. “I thought you were serious.” I gave him a worried look. “Are you okay doing all this? Just a couple of weeks ago you were being a real dick about everything.” “I think so,” he replied worriedly. “I’m just afraid everyone is going to find out. I don’t know what my Dad and Mom will say if they find out I’m gay.” “Maybe you should have a talk with them,” I suggested. “Nope,” he said excitedly. “I can’t do that.” “They’re going to find out someday,” I warned. “It’s better they hear it from you rather than finding out about it the way my parents did.” “Shit!” hissed Jimmy. “I never thought of that. If his mother had come into the room when Tracy and I were having sex, I don’t know what I would have done.” “Seriously, Jimmy,” I warned. “You’re moving too fast. You gotta give this some thought. If you don’t want people finding out that you’re gay, then you better try to keep your dick inside your pants.” I looked at the erection in his pants and laughed. Jimmy nodded, but added, “I’m having too much fun right now. I’m doing things now that I only thought about when I was jerking off.” He grabbed his erection and tugged on it. “Man, we could have been doing this shit for years if we had said something to each other.” I looked worried at my friend. “I’m serious, Jimmy. I don’t want to see you get hurt like I did. Mom’s still pretty upset with me. I don’t know if she will ever forget what she saw.” “So, what do I do?” he asked. “I don’t know,” I replied worriedly. “Just be careful, okay?” “Yeah, sure,” Jimmy responded. “I’ll be careful.”
  4. Ronyx

    Chapter 25

    I slept like a baby all night. Dad came into the family room before he went to work to check on me. I opened my eyes when he entered. “How are you, Son?” he asked as he approached the bed. I sat up and told him how well I slept. When he asked if I was in any pain, I lifted my arm, moved it slightly and replied, “Not much.” He handed me a glass of water and some pills and told me to take them. Just then my mother entered and asked me if I wanted her to make me anything for breakfast. I was hungry because I hadn’t eaten much at dinner, but I told her that I just wanted a bowl of cereal. I could go into the kitchen and grab something more later. My father smiled and informed me that my mother was in a good mood last night. I pushed from my mind what he was probably suggesting. However, I was happy that they seemed to be getting along better. In fact, she was humming a song when she left the room. I was hoping that perhaps she was changing. I guess my fall might have scared her. And calling Jeff to help me was a good idea. She was able to spend some time with him and realize that he wasn’t a sex crazed monster who only wanted to seduce her son. From her reaction last night, she seemed to even like him. Maybe Tracy was right when he suggested that Jeff should be my boyfriend. I still wasn’t sure I was ready to share my life with just one person; but if it makes things easier at home, then I am willing to try it. Mom brought me a tray with milk, orange juice, toast and a bowl of Cheerios. As I ate, Dad rose and said he had to go to work. He brushed back my hair and told me he would see me later. Minutes later, Mom appeared at the door and informed me she was leaving. “Be careful, Jack,” she warned. “Don’t move around too much or you might fall again.” I assured her I would be careful. She smiled and left. As I ate, I wondered if things were beginning to return to normal. Maybe Mom was beginning to accept the situation. I wasn’t sure how long it would last, but I decided that I would be careful and not do anything to upset her again. She now knows that I’m gay. She seems to accept that. Now, if I can only get her to accept my friends. She likes Jeff. I have to get her to accept Tracy, too. That may be harder after what she saw us doing. After eating, I placed my tray on the table beside me. I wanted to take it into the kitchen, but I decided that I would let Mom or Dad take it. If I fell again, there would be no one to help me. Jeff and Tracy were at school. I guess I could call Jimmy, but he may not be home. His ten-day suspension was almost over, but his Dad kept him busy doing chores around the house. He might be outside and not hear the phone ring. Then I would have to call 9-1-1, and I didn’t want to do that. I turned on the television to a movie and carefully climbed out of bed to go sit in the chair by the window. It made the time go faster if I could look out and watch the traffic and neighbors walking by. Mrs. Jenkins, our next-door neighbor, had waved at me a couple of times. She stopped by yesterday and asked my mother how I was doing. I couldn’t hear what she said, but Mrs. Jenkins left hurriedly without saying goodbye. I nodded off briefly, but I was awakened when the phone rang. “Hey, Doofus.” It was Jimmy. “Whatcha doing?” I told him I was sitting by the window watching a movie. “Hang on,” he said. “I’ll be there in a few.” Several minutes later, he knocked on the door and then entered. He walked over and asked me how I was doing. He pulled up a foot stool and sat before me. “I’m okay,” I replied. I then spent the next few minutes telling him about my fall yesterday and what the doctor had said. “You should have called me,” he responded when I told him that I called Jeff to help my mother get me up. He seemed hurt that I hadn’t. “Sorry,” I apologized. “Jeff was the first person I thought about.” He replied, “I’m your best friend. You still should have called me.” We sat and watched the movie in silence. Jimmy kept looking over at me, and I knew he wanted to say something. “What?” I asked. He gave me a puzzled look and responded, “What? I didn’t say nothing.” “I know you, Jimmy,” I replied. “What is on your mind?” He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I dunno.” I giggled and asked, “So, we’re going to play this game?” “Okay,” he said. He paused a minute before asking, “How do you feel about me?” “What?” I asked surprisingly. I wasn’t sure what he was asking. Jimmy has been my best friend for years. He’s just Jimmy. I never really felt anything for him. “What do you mean?” “I don’t know,” he said timidly. “I mean, have you ever…” he stopped and looked at me. “I mean, you’re gay, right?” “Yeah,” I said. “Well,” he stammered nervously. “Did you ever think about… you know… sucking my dick?” “What!” I shrieked. “No,” I insisted. “I never thought of sucking your dick.” A puzzled look appeared on his face. “Why not?” he asked. “I’m not ugly or anything, am I?” I started laughing. “Jimmy, why are you asking me this?” He shrugged his shoulders again. “I dunno,” he replied. “I sort of thought about sucking yours. That’s why I did it the other day.” “What!” “Yeah,” he asked. “Remember when we used to play around?” “We were about eleven,” I reminded him. “Yeah,” he replied. “But it was fun. I’ve thought about doing it again.” “When?” “Last year,” he informed me. “I used to get hard at night in bed thinking about us doing it again.” His face reddened as he added, “Man, I used to really bust a load thinking about it.” I started laughing. “That’s too much information.” “But didn’t you ever think about doing it again?” he asked. I smiled and said, “Not really. In fact, I never thought about it until…” “Until when?” “Well,” I replied. “Until Tracy moved in across the street.” Jimmy leaned forward and asked, “Have you sucked him?” My face reddened, and I didn’t even have to answer. “You have, haven’t you?” he asked. “Jimmy,” I replied. “I can’t tell you when I have sex.” “Why not?” he asked. “I’d tell you.” “No, you wouldn’t,” I said. “Sure, I would.” “Okay,” I challenged him. “Have you ever fucked a girl?” His eyes widened. I don’t think he was prepared for me to ask him that. After his face reddened, he admitted that he had never been with a girl. “Have you ever kissed a girl?” He timidly shook his head. “What about you?” he asked. “Have you sucked anyone else’s dick?” When I didn’t answer, he asked, “Did you ever suck Tyler or Brian?” “Not since we were about eleven or twelve,” I answered. “Have you?” When he looked away and his face reddened, I shouted, “You have! When?” He scooted closer and looked around the room to see if anyone was listening. I started laughing because of how he was cautiously acting. “Okay,” he replied, “but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone.” When I assured him I wouldn’t tell, he told me that he and Brian messed around occasionally. “He won’t suck me,” he informed me, “but he lets me get him off.” “Really?” I asked surprisingly. I had no clue that they had been messing around recently. I figured they probably did something years ago like we did, but he seemed to be suggesting that they still did it. He sat back and challenged, “Now you.” “Me, what?” “Who else have you had sex with?” “Well, Tracy,” I responded before adding, “And Jeff.” “I knew it!” he replied. “I could tell you guys were doing it. Is that why you called him yesterday and not me?” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Probably.” “Are you going steady?” he asked. “No,” I replied. “He wants to, but I’m not sure yet.” “What’s that mean?” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I’m not sure I want to be with just one guy right now. I’m only sixteen.” “Yeah,” he smiled. “Play the field for a while.” “You’re an idiot,” I laughed. “Just last week you were going to beat me up because I’m gay. Now, you’re telling me you’re just as queer as I am.” A worried look appeared on his face. “You ain’t going to tell anyone, are you?” “No,” I assured him. “But why didn’t you say something?” He responded quickly, “Why didn’t you?” “I guess we were both hiding secrets, huh?” I asked. “Looks that way,” he replied. We became silent for a little while as we absently watched the movie on the television. I guess both of us were processing what he had just revealed to each other. All this time we were both realizing we were gay, but we were too afraid to say anything. I became moody while Jimmy tried to hide his secret by talking about Tracy. Suddenly, an idea hit me. I looked over at Jimmy and asked, “You like Tracy, don’t you?” He gave me a puzzled look before saying, “No. Of course not.” “Yes, you do,” I smiled. “Admit it, you like him.” “No, I don’t,’ he insisted. He paused a few seconds before confessing, “Okay. Maybe a little.” “I knew it,” I smiled. “If you like him, why were you so mean to him?” “I dunno,” he replied as he shrugged his shoulders. Suddenly, the word poof had a new meaning. Jimmy liked Tracy, but he saw him as being too feminine. If he associated with Tracy, then people would begin to ask him why. “Listen,” I said. “Tracy is a great guy. You need to just give him a chance.” “I know he is,” he responded as his face reddened. “But he’s not like us.” I gave him a puzzled look and asked, “What does that mean?” “I dunno,” he replied. “He’s…he’s… too poofy.” “Do you know just how stupid that sounds?” He looked at me and frowned. “You just admitted that you’re gay, but you can’t like another gay guy because he’s too gay.” He frowned and replied, “That’s fucked up, isn’t it?” “Just a little bit,” I laughed. He replied, “Okay, I’ll work on it. But I can’t promise you anything.” I smiled and said, “It’s a start.” Suddenly, I had to go to the bathroom. When I rose, Jimmy grabbed me around the waist and asked me where I was going. “I have to pee,” I informed him. “I’ll help you,” he replied and then added quickly, “That is unless you want to call Jeff.” “Fucker,” I laughed. “Help me to the bathroom.” Once inside, I thought Jimmy would leave, but he leaned against the door and watched. “Do you mind?” I asked. He responded, “I want to enjoy the show.” “Have it your way,” I said as I dropped my pajama bottoms and started peeing into the toilet. When I finished, Jimmy approached and held me around the waist. His face reddened when he asked me, “Do you want me to wash you again?” Before I realized what was happening, he reached down, grabbed my dick and started stroking me. I tried to stop him. “This isn’t a good idea,” I insisted. I was thinking about Jeff. If I let Jimmy do what he was planning, then I would again feel like I was cheating on him. “Why?” Jimmy asked softly as he dropped to his knees and started sucking me. I was extremely horny. I don’t think I could have stopped him if I wanted to. Several minutes later, Jimmy swallowed my load. “Mmmm,” he smiled as he stood and wiped his mouth. “That tasted good.” He walked over to the sink and washed his face off. I stood with my dick still erect and watched him. He turned and smiled. “You know, it’s too bad we didn’t talk earlier. We could have been doing this shit all these years.” “Yeah,” I grinned. I never thought of Jimmy as boyfriend material, but I guess we could have had some fun. Friends with benefits. Suddenly, he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. His dick sprang out in front of him. I couldn’t believe how big he was. The last time I saw it, it was only about four inches long. Now, he must have been about seven. He took my hand and wrapped it around his enlarged dick. “Help a friend out,” he insisted as he wrapped his hand around mine as he had me jerk him off. “Oh, man,” he moaned. “That shit feels good.” He removed his and leaned against the sink as I continued to masturbate him. He then moaned, “Suck it, Jack.” I couldn’t believe that I actually wanted to do it. I had never considered sucking Jimmy, but now that I was holding it in my hand, I suddenly wanted to. “How?” I asked. He suggested, “Sit on the toilet.” He held my arm while I carefully sat down. He leaned forward and thrusted his dick at me. “Suck it, Jack. Please?” he begged. Before I realized what I was doing, I took it in my hand and sucked a couple of inches into my mouth. Jimmy moaned and rammed more into my mouth. “Damn, Jack. This shit feels good,” he moaned. Several minutes later, I felt his cock swell, and I knew he was going to cum. I quickly removed it from my mouth. He moaned and shot it all over my cheek. “Damn, Jack,” he hollered. “That was awesome!” He grabbed a towel, wiped his cock clean and then cleaned the mess from my face. He couldn’t stop smiling. “That was awesome!” he cheerfully said again. I grinned and agreed, “It sure was.” Jimmy handed me my pajama bottoms and helped me put them on. I giggled when he quickly sucked on my soft dick. “Oh, no you don’t,” I laughed. He grabbed me around the waist and helped me back to my seat by the window. A worried look appeared on his face as he asked, “You ain’t going to tell anyone about what we did, are you?” I laughed and replied, “I may tell Tracy.” “No!” he shrieked. “You can’t do that.” “Why?” I grinned. “He may dance for you.” Jimmy asked, “Has he danced for you?” “Yeah,” I said. “He’s really good. In a couple of months, he’s going to dance in the Nutcracker.” “What’s that?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Not really sure,” I replied. “It’s some ballet that’s going to be downtown. He wants me and Jeff to be there.” “So, he really dances?” Jimmy asked. “I just thought it was something he does in his room.” “He practices in his room,” I informed him. “He’s hoping to be a real dancer someday.” “He’s that good?” “Yeah,” I said. “The next time he’s over and you’re here, I’m going to have him dance for you.” “I don’t know,” responded Jimmy skeptically. “I still think it’s weird.” “You’ll change your mind once you watch him,” I assured him. We sat for the next hour and talked like old friends again. Only this time, Jimmy seemed different. Before, I always felt like he controlled the conversation, and I always agreed with whatever he said. Today, it was like he was interested in how I felt about things. At times it got really strange when we talked about the boys at school who we thought were cute. “I think Murray Reynolds is hot,” he confessed as his face reddened. “Really?” I said excitedly. “Murray?” I then told him how I had talked to Murray, Emily and Kelly in the mall the day of my accident. Jimmy asked hopefully, “You don’t think he’s gay, do you?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. He didn’t say anything about being gay.” “Maybe he’s undercover like us,” he suggested. “Like you,” I reminded him. “Everyone knows I’m gay now.” He frowned and said, “Sorry. I guess I’m kind of responsible for that.” “It’s okay,” I assured him. “People would have found out sooner or later after I hung around Tracy and Jeff.” Suddenly, a thought hit me. “What about us now?” He gave me a puzzled look. “What about us?” “If I hang around Tracy and Jeff,” I replied, “That means we can’t be friends at school.” “Yeah,” he replied somberly. “I never thought about that.” We sat quietly watching television for a few minutes. Occasionally, Jimmy would look over at me, and then he would quickly look away. Suddenly, he sat up and faced me. “I’m not going to do it,” he said. I gave him a puzzled look and asked, “Do what?” “I’m not going to ignore you at school.” He held out his fist and I fisted his. “We’re friends, and I’m not going to pretend that we’re not.” “What if other students start asking if you’re gay? What will Tyler and Brian say?” “I don’t care what they say,” he replied. “I can’t go around hiding it forever.” “What about your parents?” I asked. “What will they say?” “I dunno,” he responded worriedly. “Your parents seem to be okay with it.” He gave me a puzzled look when I started laughing. I then told him how my mother had been since she saw me and Tracy in his room.” He shouted, “She saw you having sex with Tracy? No wonder shit hit the fan.” “She didn’t see us having sex,” I replied. I grinned and added, “If she had waited a few more minutes she would have.” Jimmy’s face reddened as he asked, “Is he good?” “Is he good what?” I asked. “You know,” Jimmy said as he punched me in the leg. “You know.” “Yeah,” I grinned. “But he’s not as good as you.” “Really?” Jimmy responded. “I’m better than him?” “Yeah,” I laughed. “But he’s pretty good, too.” I laughed when Jimmy reached down and arranged his growing erection. “Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to find out.” “Really?” Jimmy’s face reddened as his cock became erect. We watched television for a little while longer before Jimmy rose and said he had to head home. “I’m allowed to go back to school tomorrow, so I guess I won’t see you until I get home.” “It’s been ten days already?” “Yeah,” he responded. “It seems like it’s been a year.” He sat back down and asked, “When can you go back?” “I’m not sure,” I replied. “I go back to the doctor Friday. I guess he’ll tell me then.” “Well,” he said, “When you do go back, I’ll come by and help you.” I smiled and replied, “You may have to fight off Tracy and Jeff.” I laughed when Jimmy puffed out his chest and said, “I can handle those two with one hand tied behind my back.” “Better be careful,” I laughed. “They might take advantage of you.” He grinned mischievously and replied, “That’s what I’m hoping.” He fisted me and headed out the door. I watched him stroll down the sidewalk and wondered if Jimmy would really accept Tracy and Jeff as friends. I was skeptical because I know Jimmy too well. I am sure that as soon as he’s faced with the choice of being friends with three gay guys or resorting back to his old self, he might not be able to handle coming out. There is no way he can be our friends without having to let others know he is just like us.
  5. Ronyx

    Chapter 24

    @NimirRaj This was actually done intentionally to prove a point that neither Jack or Jeff are really ready for a committed relationship. They say one thing, then do another. It just shows how immature they are on the matter and their emotions are all over the place.
  6. Ronyx

    Chapter 24

    Can my life get more complicated? I’m not sure what is going on anymore, as if I understood it before today. I’m arguing with my mother. Jeff likes me and wants us to be a couple. Tracy wants both of us to be friends with benefits. And now Jimmy. I’m not sure what is going on inside his head. We’ve always been best friends, and except for that time we messed around when we were about twelve, we’ve never shown any interest in each other. Even when I was beginning to realize I am gay, I never thought of Jimmy as boyfriend material. If I did, I would have told him that I thought I am gay just to see how he would react. However, I knew how he would react. He would react like he did with Jeff and Tracy. I never thought that Jimmy is homophobic. However, for some reason, when Tracy moved in across the street, he changed. Now, I’m beginning to wonder if he is jealous. What if he did realize that I am gay. What if he was like me and is too afraid to tell me. After all, I hid it from him and everyone else. But Jimmy can’t be gay. He’s talked about finding a girlfriend for several years. Yet, if he wanted a girlfriend, wouldn’t he have found one by now? Thinking back, it now seems like he didn’t really try to ask girls out. He would talk about this girl or that girl, and he would think about asking them out, but he never did. Tyler and Brian would try to convince him to do it, but he never did. Tyler would laugh and call him chickenshit. But was Jimmy like me and didn’t want to date a girl? No! Jimmy isn’t gay. Is he? I got my crutches and went over to the window and sat down. My mind was in overdrive. Two weeks ago, I was worried because everyone knew I was gay. Last week I was in the hospital after running in front of a car. And now I’ve got three boys interested in me. Jeff wants me to be his boyfriend, and I even told Jimmy he was. But I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m sixteen. I just want to enjoy life. Some life, though. I’m feeling like an old blanket. A part of it unravels, and then you sew it up, only to have another piece come apart. Before long, it will be all be stitched up with no more room to repair it. Then what do I do? I looked out the window and saw Tracy walking across the street. “Just great,” I said to myself. I had ruined the friendship with Jeff and Jimmy. I guess it was now going to be Tracy’s turn. When he knocked on the door, I hollered out for him to come in. I assumed it was unlocked when Jeff slammed it shut. Tracy entered with a wide grin on his face. As soon as he noticed the expression on my face, he became worried. He approached and asked, “What’s wrong?” “Is it that obvious,” I asked with a slight laugh. He asked, “Are you still fighting with your mother?” “Her and everyone else,” I responded sadly. He grabbed me by my arm and helped me stand. “Let’s go sit on the sofa,” he said as he put his hand around my waist and led me across the room. Once we sat, he turned and asked worriedly, “What’s happened, Jack?” “Why is my life so fucked up?” I asked tearfully. I then spent the next few minutes telling him what had happened early. “Jimmy sucked your dick!” he asked excitedly. “I thought you said he was straight.” “I thought he was,” I replied. “I’m still not sure if he is. I think he just feels bad for what happened to me, and he’s trying to make it up.” Tracy giggled and said, “You don’t suck someone’s dick because you feel guilty. It has to be more than that.” I shook my head and replied, “I don’t know. Maybe he is.” “So, you told Jeff he sucked your dick?” I nodded my head. “That’s not a good thing.” “Why?” “Jeff is in love with you,” he replied. “When we’re in school, all he talks about is you.” “But I don’t want him to be in love with me,” I insisted. “I don’t want a boyfriend.” I grinned and added, “I kind of like it the way things are.” I placed my hand on his dick and squeezed it. I gave him a puzzled look when he gently removed it. “Jack, we can’t do this right now,” he said. “It ain’t right.” “Why?” He rose and started pacing around the room. He stopped and looked down at me. “Remember when the three of us started messing around?” I nodded my head. “We agreed that if two of us become serious, then the other would back off?” “But I’m not serious about Jeff,” I insisted. “Maybe not,” he replied. “But Jeff is. He thinks you’re his boyfriend. Can’t you understand that?” I asked, “Is that why he got mad at me?” Tracy sat back down beside me. “Maybe you’re not looking for a boyfriend, but Jeff is. He’s always like you. He’s told me that several times.” “So, what do I do?” He smiled and asked, “What’s wrong with having a boyfriend? I would love to have a steady guy.” “You would?” “Sure,” he replied. “It just seems right to be in love with someone. I know I talk a lot about friends with benefits, but it doesn’t beat having a boyfriend.” “I don’t know,” I said as I rested my head against the back of the sofa. “I’m only sixteen.” He sat up and stared at me. “Okay, think about this.” I nodded my head. “You said your father said your mother is worried about you getting hurt because you’re gay.” I replied, “That’s what he said, but it doesn’t make sense to me.” “Maybe she has this idea that all gay guys want to do is have sex.” I grinned and replied, “Don’t we?” “Come on, Jack,” he frowned. “I’m being serious.” “Okay,” I replied. “I know my parents thought the same thing,” he continued. “Mom even broke down and cried one day because she thought I would die from AIDS.” I gave his surprised look and asked, “She did?” “Sure,” he replied. “You’ve heard guys talk. They think all we want to do is suck dick and get fucked and then die of AIDS.” I knew what he was saying was true. Jimmy, Tyler and Brian used to make comments about gays always wanting sex. We used joke about who Jeff was doing at school. Every time we saw him talking to another boy, we’d wonder if they were ‘doing it.’ Tracy faced me and said, “Maybe if you have a steady boyfriend your mom will stop worrying about you. Maybe she’ll see that you are serious about having a relationship, and she won’t see it as just having sex with someone.” I shook my head. “I don’t know, Tracy. That doesn’t make any sense. If she is against me being gay, then she surely won’t want me to have a boyfriend.” He frowned and asked, “Well, right now things aren’t getting any better, are they?” I shook my head and said, “No. I’m even afraid that my mother and dad are thinking about getting a divorce.” “They are?” he asked incredulously. “Dad says he’s getting tired of the way she’s treating me.” He asked, “Then why don’t you try something different? If she sees you’re in love with someone, then maybe she’ll change. Maybe she’ll accept Jeff as your boyfriend and not just some random guy you fuck with.” “I don’t know,” I replied. “I mean, some of it is making sense, but I still don’t think it will change her mind.” Tracy gripped my hand. “Jeff loves you, Jack. I know you don’t feel the same way right now, but maybe you’ll change too.” “I’ll think about it,” I responded. Tracy leaned in and gave me a big hug. After Tracy left, I went over to the window and sat down. I had a lot on my mind, and I needed to think. Was Tracy right? Would Mom’s attitude change if she saw that I wasn’t just interested in sex. Afterall, that seemed to be her biggest problem. Dad said she doesn’t have a problem with gay people. She just thinks that gay sex is bad. Of course, that doesn’t even make sense to me. She surely can’t accept me being gay as long as I’m…what’s the word I want? Celebrate, I think. I’ll have to google it later to make sure. However, how can I have a boyfriend and not want to share myself with him? And that would include having sex with him. She loves Dad. So, what if someone told her that she can’t have sex with Dad? Oh, God! I can’t believe I’m going there. But it is something to think about. I guess we could sneak around like we are now and do things behind their back. However, that isn’t something I want to do. If I love someone, then I don’t want to hide. I’ve been doing that for too long. I’m not sure if Tracy’s plan will work. Maybe Mom can accept that I have a boyfriend, but will she be able to accept the rest. I think I need to talk to Stephanie again and find out if she is having sex with someone. I know it’s not Darren, but maybe she does have a boyfriend that she didn’t mention. Afterall, too much was going on to discuss what is happening in her life. I need to know how Mom feels about Stephanie dating a guy, and if she thinks it is okay for her to have sex with him. If she does, then I think I’ll really get mad about it. But then I’ll know the truth. She isn’t worried about me getting hurt. She does hate me because I’m gay. Mom came home from work around four. She peeked into the room but left without saying anything. I think she just does it to see if Jeff or Tracy is with me. After changing her clothes, I could hear her preparing dinner in the kitchen. I knew I was taking a chance, but I grabbed my crutches and went into the kitchen to get a soda. She had her back turned to me as she washed dishes in the sink. When I reached for the refrigerator door, I lost my balance and fell against the table before falling to the floor. She rushed over and knelt beside me. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly. I sat up and answered, “I’m not sure.” When I tried to move my arm, a terrible pain shot up my arm and I cried out. “What’s wrong?” My mother grabbed my arm and held it gently as I cried. I cried, “I think I broke it again.” “Oh, Dear,” she muttered as she rose and grabbed the phone. I asked, “What are you doing?” “I’m calling 9-1-1,” she informed me as she started to dial the number. “No!” I screamed out. She jumped and put down her phone. She knelt beside me and insisted that she should call an ambulance to take me to the hospital. “You can take me,” I moaned as I tried to rise from the floor. She placed her hands around me and attempted to pull me to my feet. “You’re too heavy,” she complained. “You’re going to need help getting up.” I held out my hand and insisted, “Give me the phone.” “Why?” “I’m going to call Jeff and ask him to come help.” “No,” she replied. “I’ll call your father at work.” I refused to give her the phone as I called Jeff’s number. “Jeff,” I cried into the phone. “I need your help.” I didn’t even have to explain what happened. He hung up immediately. I knew by now he was probably racing down the sidewalk toward our house. I could have called Tracy. He lived across the street and would have arrived sooner. However, I intentionally called Jeff. Mom seemed concerned about me, and perhaps she would accept Jeff’s help in getting me into the car. Seconds later, the doorbell rang, and my mother rushed from the room. Suddenly, Jeff was kneeling beside me. “What happened, Jack?” I moaned and responded, “I fell trying to get something out of the refrigerator.” It surprised me when my mother said, “I should have helped you.” I looked up at her and asked, “Can you help Jeff get me up?” She leaned down and grabbed my left arm as Jeff put his hands around my waist. I struggled to stand but managed to eventually get up. “Oh, God, my arm!” I moaned as I lifted the cast to help alleviate the pain. Jeff looked like he was ready to cry when I told him I think I broke it again. My mother began to pull me away. “Jeff, help me get him to the car.” Jeff continued to hold me around the waist to steady me. I was in too much pain to try and use my crutches. After several minutes, Mom opened the backseat car door, and Jeff gently helped me inside. I looked over at my mother as she watched him help me. I thought she would object when he went to the other side and got in beside me. “I’ll be right back,” she informed us. “I have to get my purse and lock the door.” When she was gone, Jeff leaned over and gently hugged me. “Are you going to be okay, Jack?” he asked worriedly. “I’m so scared right now.” I looked into his blue eyes, smiled and assured him, “I’ll be okay.” He was going to kiss me, but he looked at the porch as my mother exited the house. He scooted over so she wouldn’t think we had been doing something. She didn’t say anything all the way to the hospital. However, she kept looking into the back rearview mirror at me and Jeff. I wish that I could know what she was thinking. It was the first time she hadn’t gotten upset that Jeff was with me. In fact, it surprised me that she let him ride to the hospital with us. When we arrived at the emergency entrance, Jeff jumped from the car and ran inside. Soon he came out with two people pulling a gurney. They approached my door and helped me out. Even though I told them I was alright, they insisted that I lay down. They then rolled me inside. Jeff reached down and held my hand as my mother followed behind. He was told to wait in the waiting area as I was taken to a room with my mother. A doctor immediately appeared and examined me. My mother explained what had happened. He held my arm and examined it. “Does it hurt?” he asked as he gently twisted it. I let out a shout and he stopped. “I’ll order X-rays,” he informed my mother, “but it does appear that he has rebroken it.” “Great,” I moaned. “Just what I need.” My mother came over and brushed back my hair. “It’s going to be alright, Dear.” I looked into her face, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She actually appeared to be worried about me. The doctor told her to go to the waiting area while I was going to have X-rays taken. “If it is broken,” he informed her, “he’ll be taken into surgery and be recast immediately. Hopefully, the damage is minor.” Tears started to well in my eyes, “What if it isn’t?” I asked. He smiled and replied, “We’ll deal with that later.” He patted my hand and left the room. When an aide came into the room to take me to get X-rays, my mother held my hand and tried to assure me everything would be alright. “Yeah, sure,” I attempted to smile. When I looked into her eyes, they were misty with tears. I was rolled from the room and taken away. Unfortunately, the X-rays showed that I had damaged the break that occurred in the accident. It wasn’t serious, but the doctor told me that I would experience pain for a few days. I was taken back to the emergency room where my father was waiting for me. He jumped up when they wheeled me into the room. “How are you, Son?” he asked worriedly. I assured him I was alright, and the doctor explained the injury. “He’ll be sore for a few days,” he informed my Dad. “I’m going to prescribe some medication.” He smiled at me and added, “No basketball for a while.” He laughed as he left the room. Is it common for doctors to joke to boys about basketball? I wondered what they warn girls to avoid. “Where’s Mom?” I asked after the doctor left the room. I wasn’t expecting his reply. He informed me, “She’s in the waiting room with Jeff. He is terribly upset, so your mother decided to stay with him.” “What?” I asked excitedly. “You mean she isn’t upset he’s here at the hospital? Yesterday she kicked him out of the house.” “I don’t understand it,” he replied. “I guess her maternal instincts kicked in.” “What maternal instincts?” I asked sarcastically. “She hasn’t had any lately.” “Maybe she’s changing,” he suggested. He giggled when I responded, “And maybe I’ll become Batman.” Dad helped me remove the hospital gown and put on my shirt. A sharp pain shot through my arm, but I managed not to scream. I still couldn’t believe that I was beginning to recover from the accident, and I had to hurt myself again. I was going to have to be more careful. Dad helped me from the room, and we slowly made our way to the waiting room. Jeff hollered out, “Jack!” when he saw me enter. He rushed over and threw his arms around me. “Ouch!” I screamed. He jumped back and started crying. “I’m sorry, Jack,” he sobbed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” My mother approached and gently gripped his arm. “You’ll have to be more careful, Jeff,” she warned. He smiled slightly and responded with a polite, “Yes, Ma’am.” My father gave me a puzzled look. “I think it’s time we head home,” my father said. He looked at my mother and asked, “Did you call Mrs. Craft and ask her to watch Karen until we came home?” “Yes, Dear,” she replied. Again, my father gave me a puzzled look. I was beginning to wonder if my mother was beginning to return. Jeff put his arm around my waist and steadied me as we walked to the car. My father walked beside me in case I lost my balance. My mother walked ahead and opened the backseat car door. Jeff and my father helped me in, and then Jeff climbed in beside me. On the way home, my father said that he was starving, and he suggested that we should stop somewhere to eat. He asked Jeff to call his parents and see if he could join us. Jeff talked to his mother, and she gave him permission after briefly talking to my father. We pulled into a Mexican restaurant, and again Jeff helped me out and held me tightly around the waist as we entered. The manager came over and asked if I was alright. My father assured him I was fine, and he led us to a booth. Jeff sat down, and my father helped me into the booth beside him. After ordering, there was an awkward silence. My mother kept staring at me and Jeff. However, she didn’t seem angry. I felt that she was trying to size up the situation. It seems like she may have bonded with Jeff in the waiting room, and now that I was out, she wasn’t sure how she should act. She couldn’t resent him after comforting him a half hour earlier. She looked at Jeff and said, “You have wonderful parents, Jeff.” He gave me a puzzled look and replied, “Yes, Ma’am, I do.” She smiled and said, “They seem to love you very much.” “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, “they do. They’re my parents. They’re supposed to love me.” “Yes,” she smiled as she looked over at me. “Parents are supposed to love their children.” I quickly looked at my father as he gave me a puzzled look and shrugged his shoulders. The server brought our meals to the table, but I wasn’t hungry. I was too exhausted to eat. After falling in the kitchen and the ordeal of getting me to the emergency room had tired me out. Then I had to walk to the car and into the restaurant. All I really wanted to do was go home, climb into my bed and go to sleep. “You’re not hungry, Jack?” Jeff asked as he noticed that I wasn’t eating. “I’m tired,” I replied. I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder. “I just want to go home and sleep.” I looked at my mother to see her reaction, but she continued to eat without saying anything. My father suggested that perhaps we should eat quickly and return home. Again, getting to the car was an ordeal. Since I didn’t have my crutches to help me walk, I had to rely on Jeff and my Dad to help me. Once in the car, I again rested my head on Jeff’s shoulder and fell asleep. I was awakened when we arrived home. Dad and Jeff carried me inside and helped me get into bed. “Jeff,” asked my father. “Would you help Jack change into his pajamas?” Jeff quickly looked at my mother, but she quietly left the room and went into the kitchen. She hollered out and asked my father if he wanted her to make a pot of coffee. “That would be great, Sweetheart,” he said as he smiled down at me and left. Jeff got my pajamas that were folded up at the end of the bed. “What is going on?” he asked as he helped me remove my pants. “What do you mean?” I asked, even though I was sure what he was asking. “Your mother,” he replied. “She’s not acting like she has been.” He removed my shirt and helped me pull a tee shirt over my head. “She’s acting normal,” he added. “I don’t know,” I responded. “I guess she got scared when I hurt myself again.” He sat on the side of the bed and held my hand. “I was scared too. When you called me, I knew something bad had happened.” He leaned down, hugged me gently and kissed me softly. He jumped when he heard my mother enter the room. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said as she stood looking across the room at us. I afraid she would react like she had before. I was ready for the fight. “Jeff, Dear,” she spoke warmly. “Are you ready for me to take you home? I called your mother and told her you would be home in a few minutes.” Jeff gave me a puzzled look and replied, “Yes, Ma’am.” He rose, kissed me gently on the cheek, turned and headed out the door with my mother. ‘What in the hell in going on?’ I wondered to myself.
  7. Ronyx

    Chapter 23

    Jimmy rushed out of the house when my mother entered. I think he was afraid that she would question him about staying with me while she was gone. Jimmy doesn’t hide his feelings very easily, and he probably thought he might ‘confess’ what he had done to me. She entered the family room and approached. “Did you take your afternoon medication?” she asked. I sat up and told her that I had forgotten. I know my face flushed thinking why I had forgotten. She gave me a puzzled look and left the room. She came back with a glass of water and a handful of pills. “Did you and Jimmy have a nice visit? She asked as I took the four pills she handed me. “I’d much rather he visit than…” “Mother!” I shouted angrily. I knew what she was going to say, and I wasn’t in the mood to argue. “Well,” she huffed. “You know I don’t trust those other two.” She turned and hurried from the room before I could say anything. My mother was going to be a battle. It had been over a week since she saw me in Tracy’s room, and she still hadn’t budged an inch. Being in the hospital for several days hadn’t changed her feelings. When she visited me, I could tell she was annoyed because she had to be there. I hate to admit it, but I was beginning to dislike my mother very much. For sixteen years, she had been wonderful. We got along well, and we hardly argued about anything. But then she sees me kissing Tracy, and our relationship changes drastically. I couldn’t understand why she was behaving the way she was. I wasn’t any different this week than I was last week; well, except for the fact my arm and leg were in casts. However, she had gone from being the nice Dr. Jekyl to the evil Mr. Hyde. I had watched a late-night movie with my sister, Karen, when my parents went out to a party. Now, my mother reminded me of the movie. I’m beginning to believe that there is nothing I can do to change her back again. I can tell when she looks at me that she doesn’t like me. At this point, I don’t think that there is anything that Dad or I can say to here to make her change her mind. Dad says it was the way she was raised. But that doesn’t make any sense to me. I know I change how I feel about things almost daily. A few weeks ago, I thought ballet was stupid and for girls. After getting to know Tracy, my mind has changed about that. Now, I’m beginning to enjoy it. I’m also looking forward to watching Tracy dance in the Nutcracker. If someone had suggested last year that I go see it, I would have laughed and thought they were crazy. To be honest, I’m tired of trying to get along with her. If she can’t accept the fact that I am gay, then there is probably nothing I can do to change her mind. However, I can stop her from telling me who my friends are. She’s not going to stop me from seeing Tracy and Jeff. I know there will probably be a fight every time they come to the door, but it is a fight I’m prepared for. The pills made me sleepy. I closed my eyes and slept. I was awakened when my father came in from work. He immediately came into the room to check on me. “How’s it going, Son?” he asked as he ran his hand through my hair. I replied, “I’m okay, Dad.” He asked if I needed anything, and I told him I would be alright. He told me that he would go ask my mother about dinner, and he would bring it to me when it was ready. The front door opened, and Karen ran into the room. She rushed over to the side of my bed and looked down at me. Tears started to fill her eyes. “Are you okay, Jack?” she asked worriedly. “I heard you got hit by a car.” She looked at the cast on my arm, and I pulled back the sheet to let her see the cast on my leg. “Eww,” she squealed. “That don’t look too good. Does it hurt?” “A little bit,” I replied. She started to ask me more questions, but Mom peeked into the room and told her to leave me alone because I needed my rest. Karen gave me a quick hug before leaving. Dad entered about an hour later carrying two plates. After I had positioned myself in bed, he handed me a plate containing meat loaf, mashed potatoes and green beans. He pulled up a chair and sat down beside me. He asked me if I was comfortable. “I think,” I replied as I fought to eat with my left hand. When he volunteered to feed me, I laughed and told him I wasn’t a baby. Eating was a chore. Dad watched me carefully, and I could tell he wanted to help me. However, it might be several weeks before I could get the casts removed, so I was going to have to do the best I could. When we finished, I felt an urge to go to the bathroom. I hated to ask, but nature was calling. “Dad?” “Yes, Son?” “I have to use the bathroom,” I said with a grin on my face. “Shit!” he mumbled. “Yeah,” I giggled. “That.” He rose and helped me from the bed. “Just how much can you do for yourself?” he asked. I laughed and replied, “You may have to wipe my butt.” I laughed again as he frowned and approached. “Let’s get this over with,” he sighed. I laughed again. I had actually gone to the bathroom by myself several times in the hospital. Other than needing help sitting on the toilet and getting up, I was able to take care of most ‘business.’ But it was still fun teasing Dad. He helped me from the bed and led me over to the bathroom. It didn’t have a shower, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep myself clean. I would probably have to have someone help clean me. However, that wouldn’t be so bad. I enjoyed it when Jimmy wiped my body down in the hospital. I didn’t want Dad to do it, but I was sure that Tracy, Jeff or even Jimmy would have no problem volunteering to do it. Dad helped me sit on the toilet. It was embarrassing to pull down my pajama bottoms as he watched. However, he had seen me naked at the hospital, but it was still awkward. I could tell it was awkward for him too. After helping me sit down, he closed the door. When I finished and flushed the toilet, I called out, “Dad!” He opened the door and exclaimed, “Jesus, Jack. It stinks in here.” We broke out in laughter. When he noticed me still standing with my pajama bottoms still at my ankles, his face reddened. “Please don’t tell me I have to wipe your shitty ass.” I started laughing uproariously. “Yeah, Dad. I can’t do it.” He let out a deep sigh and pulled some toilet paper off the roll. “Let’s get this over with,” he said nervously. “Bend over.” He gave me a puzzled look when I couldn’t stop laughing. “It’s okay, Dad,” I giggled. “I already did it.” It was difficult, but I was happy it was something I could do without anyone’s help. “You sly devil,” laughed Dad. I continued to laugh as he pulled my pajama bottoms back up. Dad asked, “Do you need to take a bath?” “Um, Dad,” I replied. “No tub.” “Yeah, right,” he said as he looked around. “What about a bird bath?” Without thinking, I responded, “I’ll let Jimmy do it when he comes over later.” “Jimmy?” surprisingly asked Dad. My face reddened as I explained that Jimmy had helped clean me at the hospital. He had trouble believing that Jimmy would do that for me. “That is true friendship,” he said. “Yeah, it is,” I replied. It was still hard for me to accept how Jimmy had completely changed the past couple of days. Just last week he was calling Tracy a poof. And only an hour ago, he gave me a blowjob. Things were changing, and I guess in a good way. Around eight, the doorbell rang, and Dad answered the door. I could hear Tracy asking my father how I was feeling. Dad responded, “Why don’t you see for yourself.” Tracy came into the room followed by my father. Suddenly, I heard my mother shout out from the kitchen, “Who is it, Dear?” I looked at my father, and he didn’t answer. A moment later, my mother peeked into the room. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Tracy standing beside my bed. My father rushed over and gently pushed her from the room. I could hear them arguing in the kitchen. Tracy nervously looked down at me and asked how I was feeling. “I’m okay,” I responded. We turned and looked at the door when my mother rushed out and slammed it behind her. Tracy asked, “What is going on?” “Usual shit,” I replied. “Mom doesn’t want you here.” Tracy asked worriedly, “You want me to go?” “No,” I smiled. I held out my arms and said, “Come here.” He leaned forward and hugged me. “Jack?” my father said as he entered the room. He stopped suddenly when he saw me and Tracy embracing. I looked behind him and saw my mother leaving the house. I released Tracy and asked, “Where is Mom going?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know,” he replied angrily. “As far as I’m concerned, she can just leave.” “Dad!” I shrieked. “You can’t mean that.” “I do,” he replied. “Maybe I should go,” said Tracy. He looked at me and added, “You and your father need to talk.” He squeezed my hand before turning and heading home. “Dad,” I asked worriedly. “Is everything okay between you and Mom.” “No,” he said as he pulled up a chair beside the bed. “I’ve had enough of her pettiness. I don’t know what has happened to her. It’s not like I’m even living with the same woman anymore.” “What’s going to happen?” I asked worriedly. I felt terrible because I was coming between my mother and father. Before all this happened, we were a happy family. “I can tell you what’s not going to happen,” he responded angrily. “She’s not going to continue acting like this. She’s going to have to accept she has a gay son.” “What if she doesn’t,” I asked. “What if she never accepts it.” He rose and replied, “We’ll deal with that.” He then left the room. I felt miserable. From my father’s reaction, I wasn’t sure what would happen next. What if my mother didn’t accept me? Even after the intervention and my sister’s and Darren’s attempt to change her mind, it appeared that she was even more determined not to accept that she has a gay son. It didn’t make sense to me. Why had she turned against me? I knew that what she saw me and Tracy doing had upset her. But why did she hate me now? She seemed hateful to everyone, and now she was turning against my father for supporting me. Tension in the house was getting worse. I felt I could deal with it, but I am worried about Karen. My mother returned a little after ten. She peeked into the family room, but then she hurried up to her bedroom. Minutes later, I heard her and my father arguing again. I was surprised when Karen came tiptoeing into the family room. She walked over to me and asked, “What is going on with Mom and Dad? Why are they always arguing?” “I’m not sure,” I replied. Since she is only eight, I didn’t want to tell her the truth. She asked, “Is it because you’re gay?” “What?” Her question surprised me. From what I could tell, no one had talked to her about my sexuality. “Is it because you’re gay?” she asked again. “I heard Mommy telling Daddy she’s mad because you’re gay.” I shrugged my shoulders and told her that could be the reason. “That’s stupid,” she replied. I gave her a surprised look. I was wondering if I was talking to the same little sister who I had just a few days ago argued with about not leaving her dirty clothes in the bathroom. “What?” I asked again. “Mommy shouldn’t hate you for being gay. That’s just stupid.” She repeated. “How much do you know?” “Duh,” she replied. “I do have ears.” I smiled when she grabbed her ears and wiggled them. She looked at me and asked, “So, are you gay?” Tears welled up in my eyes when I asked, “Will you hate me if I tell you I am?” “No, Dummy,” she replied. My face reddened when she added, “But you shouldn’t be kissing Tracy when Mom’s around.” “Maybe you should go to bed,” I suggested as I looked at the clock and noticed it was past her bedtime. “I’m going to wait down here until Mom and Dad stop arguing,” she responded as she took the remote and changed the television to the Cartoon Network. I had been watching a movie, but since Karen wanted to watch television in the family room, I didn’t say anything. I looked over fifteen minutes later, and she was sound asleep. I stared at my little sister. I couldn’t believe how she had reacted to the fact that I am gay. I didn’t think I would ever have to discuss it with her. In a couple of years, I would be going to college, she would take over my room and it would be a topic we would never have to face for years. However, at eight, she seemed more accepting than my own mother. My father came downstairs about an hour later and insisted that she go to bed. “Are you done arguing?” she asked him as he picked her up. My father gave me a worrisome look. He didn’t respond as he left the room with her in his arms. Time goes slowly when you have nothing to do. I felt like a prisoner while I was in the hospital, but it seems worse here at home. At least in the hospital, there was nothing to do. But now I wanted to get out of bed and roam around the house like I have always done. I wanted to go up to my room, but I know that I’ll probably kill myself if I try to climb the stairs with my crutches. I do get up and manage to make it to the bathroom when I need to. I’m getting stronger each day, and I can now move across the room without someone having to help me. I’m also getting better at sitting in a chair on the sofa. Today, I was able to move a chair nearer to the window so I can look out. I can see Tracy’s bedroom window, but all it does is sadden me because it will be a while before I’ll be able to watch him dance for me. I still get hard when I remember him taking his clothes off and dancing naked. I also remember his mischievous grin the next morning when he asked me if I came watching him. But for now, I realize that there isn’t much I can do. The doctor said it could be months before I will be able to walk without the use of my stupid crutches. I’ve tried to walk a couple of times without them, but I’ll take a step and feel like I’m going to fall. If I did that while I’m alone, I could be lying on the floor for hours before anyone would discover me. I’ll just have to be careful and take my time while my body heals. I sat at the window for about two hours before I decided to watch some television. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, someone was ringing the doorbell. I stood, grabbed my crutches and hobbled to the door. When I opened it, Jeff was standing there with an armload of books grinning at me. “Hey,” he said as he entered the house and brushed against me. I lost my balance and started to fall. Jeff dropped the books onto the floor and grabbed me. “I’m sorry, Jack,” he apologized as he helped steady me. When he did, our faces were just inches apart. I closed my eyes when he leaned forward and kissed me. I pulled away, smiled and said, “Hey, You. Did you miss me?” He took my hand and rubbed it across the front of his pants. It was already erect. “What do you think?” he giggled. “Did you miss me?” He reached down and squeezed my dick. It wasn’t hard, but it started to expand as he stroked it. I teased, “Don’t start something you can’t stop.” “Oh,” he said lustily, “I can start.” He reached into my shorts and stroked me as I hardened. “We’d better stop,” I said. “Why?” he asked. “I want you now.” He dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth. When I started to lose my balance, he stood and steadied me. “Let’s go sit down on the couch,” he suggested. “Wait,” I said as I reached over and locked the front door. The last thing I would need was for my mother to come home from work early and catch us doing something. We sat down and he immediately started stroking me again. He embraced me, and we passionately kissed. “I’ve missed you something awful,” he said when he pulled away. “I couldn’t concentrate on anything else at school except you.” “How is school…” I started to ask him, but he leaned forward and continued kissing me. I felt like telling him to stop, but I couldn’t. It felt too good. I knew how Jeff felt about me, and I didn’t want to lead him on. However, I was horny, and he wanted to satisfy me. I lifted my body when he tried to pull my sweatpants down. “There it is,” he giggled. “Free at last.” He leaned forward and engulfed me into his mouth. I gasped and let out a low moan. I was almost ready to explode into his mouth when someone rang the doorbell. “Damn,” I muttered as Jeff helped me pull my sweatpants up over my erection. I still felt that I could cum. I knew it wasn’t my mother because she would use the key. Besides, I had been listening for the garage door to go up. She seldomly parks her car in the driveway unless she is planning to go out later. Someone continued to ring the doorbell as we hurried to make sure that there was no sign of what we had been doing. I grabbed a pillow and placed it in my lap to cover my erection. Jeff went over to the door and opened it. “What are you doing here?” I heard Jimmy ask Jeff. He looked over at me and then back at Jeff. He then looked down at the books we had left on the floor. He asked suspiciously, “What have you guys been doing?” I had known Jimmy most of my life, and for the first time he appeared jealous. I knew he didn’t care for Jeff, but this time it didn’t seem like it was because he was gay. “Naw,” I tried to push the thought from my mind. “I came to see Jack,” nervously replied Jeff. He leaned down and picked the books off the floor. “I thought he might need these to catch up on his homework.” “I was going to help him,” Jimmy replied gruffly. “He don’t need anyone else’s help.” Jeff came over and sat down beside me. Jimmy sat down on my other side. Jeff and Jimmy kept giving each other angry glances. “How are you, Jack?” Jimmy asked. “It’s been boring,” I replied. “Yeah, well,” replied Jimmy. “I would have come by to keep you company, but Dad had me doing chores around the house.” I couldn’t believe it when Jeff reached down, grabbed my hand and held it. I wanted to pull it away, but he was gripping it tightly. Jimmy looked down and then he looked into my eyes. Again, I saw a mixture of anger and jealousy. He rose from the sofa, walked over to the window and looked out. I lifted my hand and held it before Jeff. “What are you doing?” I mouthed. I quickly looked over at Jimmy. “He’s going to kill you,” I whispered softly. Jeff gave me a wicked grin and whispered back, “He’ll get over it.” He looked over at Jimmy who still had his back to us, and then he reached down and squeezed my dick. “Did anyone…” Jimmy turned and saw Jeff still squeezing my dick. I held my breath because I was afraid Jimmy would try to hurt Jeff. He walked over and sat back down beside me without saying anything. Jeff grabbed a book and handed it to me. “I talked to our teachers and I was able to get most of the assignments,” he said. He then pulled out a notebook and handed it to me. “I’ve written them here,” he said as he nervously pointed to a page. He kept glancing over at Jimmy. I think he was worried that Jimmy was going to say something about what he had seen earlier. We hadn’t talked, so he didn’t know that Jimmy was okay with me being gay. However, I wasn’t sure how he felt about Jeff. Suddenly, Jimmy started grinning. “So, what were you guys doing,” he asked mischievously. “It took you long enough to answer the door.” Jeff quickly looked at me. The blood drained from his face when I looked at Jimmy and said, “He was giving me a blowjob.” “I…I …was not,” insisted Jeff as he gave me a puzzled look. He couldn’t figure out why I had told Jimmy what we were doing. I started laughing louder. “What I figured,” responded Jimmy. He looked at the front of our pants and added, “Both of you were boned up when I came in.” “I had a pillow over my dick,” I laughed. “Well, Jeff was boned,” laughed Jimmy as he looked down at the front of Jeff’s pants. I looked at Jeff, and he looked like he was getting ready to pass out. I stopped laughing and told Jimmy to knock it off. Jeff seemed extremely uncomfortable with our conversation. Afterall, Jimmy had treated him badly for years. He had been afraid of all of us, me included. It was only recently that he had confessed that he had always liked me. Now, he was puzzled about what was happening. In a way, I was puzzled too. Jimmy seemed like he might be intentionally outing himself to Jeff. I still didn’t think that Jimmy was gay, but he certainly seemed to be interested in gay sex. At least he seemed to enjoy it with me. We really hadn’t done anything other than the blowjob he gave me the night before. I wasn’t even sure if he had gotten hard while he did it. My mother had come home before we had a chance to talk about it. I was hoping we could discuss what had happened when he came over, but I didn’t want Jeff to be present when we did. Jimmy looked over at Jeff, grinned and then reached down and squeezed my dick. Jeff’s eyes widened as he watched Jimmy start to stroke me. “Jimmy!” I shouted. “What are you doing?” I looked over at the surprised look on Jeff’s face. “You can’t do that. Jeff is my boyfriend.” “I am?” asked Jeff. “Your boyfriend?” Jimmy asked angrily. “Why didn’t you tell me last night before I sucked your dick?” Jeff looked at me aghast. “He sucked your dick?” he squealed. Jimmy rose from the sofa and stormed across the room. He gave me a disgusted look before muttering, “I’m outta here.” He then left, slamming the door behind him. I rested my head back and moaned, “Shit!” Jeff shouted, “You let Jimmy suck your dick?” He gave me a disappointed look and asked, “Why?” He rose, walked across the room and slammed the door on his way out. “Shit!” I moaned again.
  8. Ronyx

    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. “What?” “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.
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    Chapter 21

    I see. I didn't mean to imply that he didn't know what happened. Like any one seeing someone in a cast, they would be curious what had been broken and the extent of their injury.
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    Chapter 21

    I had to go back and reread to make sure I didn't mess up. I think you misread the beginning. Jack asked Jimmy why he was there. His first question was how are you feeling. Jimmy was remorseful when he entered, and you're right, he didn't know what to say.
  11. Ronyx

    Chapter 21

    “Jack?” Jimmy spoke softly. “Are you awake?” “Yeah,” I replied as I sat up in bed. I asked skeptically, “Why are you here?” He stepped further into the room and asked if it was okay to enter. “Sure, I suppose,” I replied. I couldn’t understand why he had come to see me. He was the last person I thought would visit me. He approached the bed and asked nervously, “How are you feeling?” He was trembling so badly that I thought he might fall. “I’ve felt better,” I replied. I didn’t know how to react to his appearance. I didn’t know if I should yell at him and tell him to get out of the room. Afterall, he was the reason I was lying in a hospital bed. Because he and Tyler were chasing me, I ran in front of the van. However, he looked scared. I’ve known Jimmy since we were small boys, and not once have I ever seen him cry. But the look on his face appeared like he might burst into tears at any moment. And he did. As I stared at him, tears welled up in his eyes and then started to fall down his face. He quickly wiped them away with his sleeve. He mumbled, “Maybe I should go. I just wanted to see if you were okay.” He turned and headed toward the door. “Don’t go!” I shouted out. He closed the door and rushed over to the side of my bed. “Man, Jack!” he cried as he tearfully looked down at me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.” I looked up at him and smiled slightly. My best friend was back. “I’m okay, Jimmy,” I assured him. “Really.” “No, you’re not,” he replied tearfully. “Look what I did to you! It’s all my fault. I didn’t know this would happen.” He walked over to a chair, sat down and buried his head in his hands and wept. I watched, but I didn’t know what to say to make him feel better. He was right. It was his fault. But then again, I had to accept some of the blame. If I had been truthful with him about my sexuality, a lot of this could have been avoided. It would have meant that we would probably no longer have been friends, but maybe he would have accepted it and left me alone. He wouldn’t have visited me and seen Tracy dancing in his room. Tracy then would have just been another gay boy at school, like Jeff and me. But for some reason, seeing Tracy dancing in his room sparked a deep anger in Jimmy. Maybe Jimmy is a lot like my mother. He doesn’t care if someone is gay, he just doesn’t want them acting gay. He looked up and said sorrowfully, “I haven’t slept at all since this happened. Every time I close my eyes, I see you bouncing off the hood of that car.” He wiped tears away with his sleeve. “I thought you were going to die.” He buried his head in his hands and continued to cry. “The doctor says I’ll be alright,” I responded. “I broke a few things, but I should be okay in a couple of months.” Jimmy rose and approached the bed. “If you need anything, Jack, I’ll be happy to help,” he volunteered. “I’m going to come over to you house every day and see if you need anything.” I couldn’t believe what Jimmy was saying. I had never seen this side of him before. It was as if he cared about me. In the past, I just followed him around doing whatever he wanted to do. He is everything I’m not. He is self-assured and always in control. He’s not the best athlete, but he gives 110% to anything he does. And even though I suck at sports, he still made sure that I participated, even if I sat on the bench and watched. I frowned and replied, “That may not be a good idea.” He gave me a puzzled look and asked, “Why?” “Tracy and Jeff may be there.” “Yeah, right,” he replied as he thought about what I had said. I realized his next reaction would probably define if we could ever again be friends. He smiled and said, “That’s okay.” “You sure?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if he was just agreeing because he felt bad. Perhaps tomorrow, he might see things differently. Besides, I wasn’t sure if Tracy and Jeff would want to have anything to do with Jimmy after the way he had treated them recently. I was suspended five days because of him, and Tracy was attending in-school suspension because Jimmy had pelleted us with spitballs. “I’ll get used to it,” he assured me. “I just want us to be friends again.” “Why?” “I was wrong,” he confessed. “I guess I got all creeped out when I saw Tracy dancing in his room. It was freaky.” “He’s a ballet dancer,” I replied. “And he’s very good at it.” “I wouldn’t know,” he said. “It just seems weird to me.” “Maybe it’s not a good idea if you come around,” I suggested. For a minute, the old Jimmy was beginning to appear. He might be feeling guilty now, but tomorrow he would revert to his old self. Tears welled up in his eyes. “No, Jack,” he insisted. “I’ll get used to it. Just give me some time.” “You sure?” I asked. “Yeah,” he smiled. “I’ll be okay.” I started to grin. “You said you would help me out, right?” I asked. “Anything,” he replied. “I gotta pee.” “Okay,” he said as he looked over at the counter by my bed. “Do you need a bed pan?” “No,” I replied. “I need you to help me to the bathroom.” I knew what I was about to do would test the strength of our friendship, but I had to do it. I raised my body and twisted to the side of the bed. Jimmy gasped when he saw my arm and leg in casts. “Wow!” he asked excitedly. “What happened?” I explained how I had broken my leg and arm in the accident. For a minute, I thought he was going to break down again. When I attempted to stand, he reached out and steadied me. I pointed to the crutches nearby. “Hand me those.” “Should we be doing this alone?” he asked worriedly as I placed the crutches under my arms. “The doctor says it is okay as long as someone is with me.” I assured him. “Dad, Darren, Tracy and Jeff have helped me today.” He asked me who Darren was, and I told him I would explain later. I really did need to use the bathroom. Once inside, he turned to leave, but I told him to wait. “You have to stay in case I lose my balance,” I explained. I then pulled the robe off me and stood naked in front of the toilet. “Jack,” responded Jimmy nervously. “I don’t think I can do this.” He started to leave the room. “Why?” I asked. “You’ve seen me undress when we change at the pool.” “This is different,” he replied nervously. “You’re naked!” I laughed loudly. “You said you wanted to help me, and right now I need help peeing.” I watched as a thousand emotions swept across Jimmy’s face. He looked down several times at my soft dick. “Okay,” he finally said. “Go ahead and pee. I’ll just close my eyes.” I giggled as I started to pee with Jimmy holding my arm tightly. I could tell he was nervous, but at least he didn’t walk out on me. He had passed the first test. Next, I was going to challenge his true friendship. I finished peeing and stepped over before the sink. I wet a washrag and rubbed some soap into it. “I haven’t had a bath since I came in,” I remarked. “I need to clean myself.” “Okay,” responded Jimmy as he kept his eyes turned away from me. “I’ll hold you while you do it.” “I need you to help me,” I insisted. “How?” he asked nervously. Now came the moment of truth. “My right arm is broken, and I have trouble using my left hand.” “Okay,” responded Jimmy skeptically. “What do you want me to do?” I asked nervously, “Can you wash me?” “Wash you?” “Yes. Just wipe me down so I don’t stink,” I giggled. “Right now?” Jimmy asked excitedly. “Why?” “You said you wanted to help me,” I answered. “Are you going to wash me down or not?” Jimmy’s eyes widened as he scanned my naked body. I wasn’t doing it to get a sexual thrill. Jimmy had never turned me on like Tracy or Jeff. I just wanted to test his friendship. If he could do this for me, then I knew we would be friends again. “Okay,” he responded reluctantly as he took the wet washcloth from me. “But I’m not going to wash your nuts.” We both started laughing. Jimmy actually did a thorough job. He lathered the washcloth again and then ran it over my chest and back. It surprised me when he knelt in front of me and wiped my legs and feet. His face was directly in front of my dick, and I could feel the blood begin to rush into it. Soon I was bone hard. “I ain’t washing that,” he said as he handed me the washcloth. “If you want to jerk off, I’m not doing it for you.” I laughed and took the cloth from him. “I don’t have to jerk off,” I said as I washed my lower area. It surprised me when Jimmy didn’t turn his head and continued to watch me. “Then why do you have a fucking hard-on?” “You would too,” I insisted, “If someone was washing your body.” “Well,” he replied, “You ain’t getting a chance to do it.” “Who said I wanted to?” “You’re gay,” he replied. But he didn’t say it in a mean way. “Don’t all gay guys want to mess around with other guys?” I laughed and replied, “Not if they are ugly like you.” “I ain’t ugly,” responded Jimmy indignantly as he puffed out his chest. He was right, he isn’t ugly. “You’re an idiot,” I laughed. Jimmy had passed the second test with flying colors. He had wiped my body as I stood naked before him. He had even made jokes when I got an erection in front of him. For a minute, I think he thought about taking the washrag and running it over my stiff dick. I considered testing him, but I figured he had already proven his friendship. I didn’t want to push him too far. “Hand me my robe,” I said. He draped it over my body, took my arm and carefully led me back to the bed. I looked up and appreciatively said, “Thanks, Jimmy.” He laughed and replied. “It’s okay.” I big grin appeared on is face as he added, “I still ain’t going to clean your nuts.” We broke out laughing. We spent the next few minutes talking about the accident. He kept talking about how badly he felt when he saw the van hit me, and I flew into the air and landed with a thud on the ground. “I thought you were dead,” he responded again as tears welled up in his eyes. He then explained how he had called my father. The police arrived and he and Tyler were put in the backseat of a cruiser and questioned. They were later taken to the station, and their parents had to come get them. He said he didn’t think the police were going to do anything since they didn’t push me into the street. I had run in front of the van without looking. “How’s Tyler?” I asked. “He’s as tore up about it as I am,” replied Jimmy. “He held you until the ambulance arrived. He kept telling you not to die.” I could vaguely remember someone yelling at me as I lay on the ground. I think I kept losing consciousness, so I’m not sure what was real and what wasn’t. “Tyler wants to see you.” “Yeah, sure,” I replied. “Tell him he can see me when I get home.” “When’s that?” “Hopefully, soon,” I replied. “The doctor says I can’t play basketball for a while.” “You never could play basketball,” Jimmy said laughingly. Just then, a nurse entered the room. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Jimmy. “Visiting hours are over, Young Man,” she stated angrily. “You shouldn’t be here.” “Yeah, sure thing,” responded Jimmy as he rose and walked over to the side of the bed. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jack.” “Thanks, Jimmy,” I replied appreciatively. “I’m glad you came.” “Me, too,” he said as he grinned down at me. He fisted me, turned and left the room. I slept well. Since I was improving, the nurses weren’t coming into my room every hour waking me up. One nurse came in around three to check my vitals, but I fell back asleep when she left. I was awakened around seven when my aide came in with the breakfast menu. I ordered scrambled eggs, pancakes, sausage and orange juice. At home, breakfast was usually a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk before school. After the aide left, Dr. Vorhees and Dr. Butler entered. I was surprised to see them together. “How are you this morning, Jack?” Dr. Vorhees asked as he examined my leg and arm. “Are you experiencing any pain?” “I’m feeling pretty good,” I responded as I sat up in bed. “Can I go home today?” He smiled and told me he had a few more tests to take and then he would decide. He explained, “We can’t have you going home too soon and then having you come back in again because we missed something the first time.” After looking at my forehead, he left the room. Dr. Butler stepped up to the side of the bed and smiled down. “How are you, Jack? I understand you had quite a few visitors yesterday.” “Yeah,” I returned her smile. “The room was packed a few times.” “Did you see Jeff again?” “Yeah,” I explained. “He was here most of the day.” “And your mother?” “She held my hand a couple of times,” I replied. “Did she say anything?” “Not really,” I said. “But I guess it’s a start.” She smiled and ran her hand over my head. “Give her some time, Jack. She’ll come around. She’s not a bad mother.” “I guess not,” I replied. Thinking back over yesterday, she did seem to try to show me she cared. At first her attitude was cold. But as the day went on, she seemed to react more positively. Maybe she felt guilty because everyone else seemed so concerned about me. Tracy and Jeff’s mothers cried when they came into the room. Dad said Mom has maternal instincts. Maybe she is beginning to realize that she wasn’t being a good mother. “I heard you had another visitor late last night.” She was looking down and reading my chart. “The nurse noted she had to make a young man leave after ten.” She looked up and asked, “Was that Jeff?” “No, Ma’am,” I responded. “It was Jimmy.” A puzzled look appeared on her face. “Jimmy? We haven’t discussed a Jimmy.” “He used to be my best friend,” I explained. “Used to be? What happened?” I replied, “He dropped me as a friend when he found out I was gay.” “Then why did he visit you so late last night?” I explained to her that he had come by to apologize to me. “For what?” “He’s the reason I’m here.” I then told her about the incident at school, and how he and Taylor later that day chased me, causing me to run into the street and get hit by the van. We then spent several minutes talking about Jimmy. She wanted to know how long we had been friends and what activities we like to do together. It surprised me when she asked if we were sexually involved. “God, no!” I gasped. “Jimmy’s straight!” She asked, “Do you think he would try to hurt you again?” “I don’t think so,” I assured her. Then embarrassedly, I explained how I had tested him last night, and he had passed with flying colors. She smiled and replied, “You’re a very clever boy, Jack.” She patted my hand and assured me that I was going to be okay. She again explained how I had a very strong support system with a loving family and loyal friends. I frowned and responded sadly, “I don’t think my mother loves me anymore.” Dr. Butler replied, “She may not be the mother you’ve known for the past sixteen years, but she still loves you. Things are just different now. This happens a lot when children grow up. Mothers find it hard to let go. It would have happened if you would have been straight.” She smiled and added, “She probably wouldn’t have liked any girlfriend you brought home, either.” I laughed and said, “Probably not.” She reached in her pocket and handed me a business card. “You will probably be going home later today or tomorrow. I may not get a chance to see you again. If you need someone to talk to, give me a call. I’ll be here for you.” “Thanks,” I said appreciatively. “You’ve helped a lot.” “I didn’t do much,” she replied. “I think you’ve already figured most things out on your own.” She patted my hand again. “You’re a lucky boy.” Before leaving, she turned and said, “Now, figure out how you feel about Jeff.” She smiled, waved and left the room. Figure out how I feel about Jeff. How do I feel about Jeff? I still think I’m too young to be involved in a relationship. I don’t mean that I think sixteen is too young, but I don’t think it is right for me. Afterall, I just came out last week. Things are moving around me too fast. I want things to go slower. At least being alone in a hospital bed is giving me time to think about things. Jeff and I have only been talking for a week. I suppose I never thought about him. He was just a boy who went to our school- a boy we avoided. However, he admitted he had been secretly admiring me for several years. I don’t know why, though. Most of the boys at school are probably cuter than me. Even though I jokingly told Jimmy he is ugly, I’ve always found him attractive. Brian and Tyler are much cuter than me. At school, I usually stand in the background as girls flirt with them. They will glance at me, but very seldomly do they approach me. I don’t think I’m ugly. At least, no one has ever said that to me. I’m just plain old Jack. So, I find it overwhelming that Jeff and Tracy are attracted to me. They could have any gay boy they want. But then I think, I’m the only gay boy they know, so I suppose that is why they like me. If our school was filled with gay boys, then I would probably be treated like girls see me now. I would remain in the background. I guess that is what is bothering me the most. Does Jeff say he is in love with me because I’m the only gay boy available? Of course, there is Tracy, but I can’t see them as boyfriends. They are too much alike. I know this doesn’t sound right, but they are both too girlish. Even when we have had sex together, I can tell that they find it awkward. I know this is stupid to think, and I guess I should have discussed it with Dr. Butler. But I wonder if there are boy roles and girl roles? I’ve noticed when gay couples are on television, one always seems more feminine than the other. Even some of the lesbian couples I’ve seen, one always appears a little more boyish than the other. So maybe that is why I can’t see Jeff and Tracy in a relationship. But then, if that is the case, and I do date Jeff, am I expected to act the boy and Jeff is the girl? This is really getting confusing. Maybe that is why I’m having trouble figuring out if I want to be involved in a relationship with Jeff. Do I find him too girlish? I really don’t have any experience in this. Tracy and Jeff are the only gay boys I know, so I have nothing to compare it to. Then I think that this is a stupid thought. If you really love someone, does it matter what they are like on the outside? It’s the inside that is important, right? So, what if Jeff is girlish. I shouldn’t disqualify him for that. He says he loves me, and I believe him. I could tell since the accident, that he means what he says. Tears fall down his cheeks when he says he was afraid that I was dead. So, what do I do? I don’t know. I’m more confused than ever. I thought coming out would be the hard part. But now, I’m beginning to think that having a boyfriend may be a bigger challenge.
  12. Ronyx

    Chapter 20

    Actually, I was never around when she watched them. There was a strict rule that she wasn't to be disturbed. Even when she was in a nursing home, my sister and I never visited until after four when her last soap opera was over. We also knew never to call her because she wouldn't answer the phone. She was afraid she would miss something important. Yeah, right.
  13. Ronyx

    Chapter 20

    @droughtquake It is absolutely crazy here with the coronavirus emergency. The governor has literally brought the state to a standstill. Schools, colleges, libraries, theaters, everything is closed. Then, just hours ago, he ordered that all restaurants and bars be closed except for takeout or delivery. There is nothing to do! We went to the store yesterday and there was no toilet paper or water to be found within 50 miles. Don't understand why people are hoarding toilet paper. I'll be glad when this subsides. Until then, I guess we have to take all precautions. Stay safe.
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    Chapter 20

    My mother avidly watched soap operas from noon to four everyday until the died. I never watched a minute of one. Never did understand why women was so absorbed in them. So @weinerdog the answer is no. Never got any ideas from them. haha.
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    Chapter 20

    As Jack's World Turns (for those too young to know, it is a reference to a soap opera, As the World Turns from 1956- 2010- 54 years.) DQ never missed an episode. 😂
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