Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2000 01:01:10 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: A Place In My Heart - chapter 12 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this chapter. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com. * * * * * * * * A Place in My Heart - by BW Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 12 - Storm Clouds on the Horizon. April 2000 We were halfway through the football season and we were 4-0. This might look impressive but our final four games were against the four toughest teams. Now is when we were going to separate the men from the boys. Coming into that Monday's practice, the team was a little tense. We hadn't had a real challenge up to that point and we were a little uncertain about how good we really were. That nervousness carried over into our home life. Jordan, in particular, was a nervous wreck. He was jittery and constantly talking about the upcoming game. When we awoke the next morning he was fairly drenched with sweat. "Hey, man. You've got to calm down," I advised him. "If you keep up like this, you're going to be worthless to us by Friday." "Yeah, I don't know why I'm so uptight. Games like this don't usually affect me." "Well, it is certainly affecting you this time. You should try to concentrate on something else when you're not at practice." "Maybe I'll just think about your body and what I'm going to do to you when we get home." "That's the spirit. Just don't think about how I'm going to ravage your ass and stretch you out, though. I wouldn't want you to start worrying about that." "Fat chance. That would be the last thing I'd have to worry about. That would be like an elephant being intimidated by a mosquito." "You'd better watch your little analogies and what you're saying or you might not ever see my mosquito again." "I wasn't trying to imply anything. I like your mosquito." "Don't try to make up to me now. The damage has already been done." "Aw, Tony. You know I was only jiving you." "Okay. I'll let it slide this time but you'd better watch which my parts of my body you want to make fun of." "Oh, I'll watch those parts of your body all right." Later that night I did my part in helping him relax. While Justin was out watching television with Dad K I took Jordan to the bedroom and we both stripped down. I let him slip into my sheath and I took him for a wild ride. There would be nothing slow and gentle about this coupling. I wanted to drain him and tire him out at the same time so he would remain like a bowl full of jell-o until morning. As he drove into me, I backed into him. As he withdrew his stiff pole, I eased forward. It was strong and hard and we were both sweating profusely by the time he blew his wad all over my innards. We took a minute to calm down and then we switched positions. This time I got to pound Jordan's love canal. This ride was just as hard and as wild as the one before. I pummeled his butt like a man who had been in solitary confinement for many years. Jordan thrust back and forth into me at the same time and we drove ourselves into a hypnotic frenzy of lust and love. By the time I reached my orgasm the sweat was pouring off of our bodies and the sheets were drenched around us. When I finally drove my joystick home and deposited my creamy nectar, we were both exhausted and ready to sleep. Once we had recovered from our sessions, I changed the sheets quickly and we snuggled in bed. I don't even remember when or if Justin joined us, all I know is that he was cuddled up against me, on the opposite side from Jordan, when I awoke the next morning. Jordan did stay calm for the rest of the week, and the game that Friday night was a tough one. We pulled it out in the last quarter and we won by four points. Our opponent's last scoring drive resulted in a field goal while we scored a touchdown shortly after that. Of course, the euphoria of the win made us want to celebrate. We all went to the dance that night and it didn't take Justin long before he disappeared with Shannon. We didn't see him again until it was time to go home. I woke up Saturday morning and the sheet was drenched along my body. It was wet all around where Jordan slept and we hadn't even had sex. "What the hell did you do, piss the bed?" I blurted out without thinking. "No, I was just sweating." "It wasn't that hot last night and I thought having won the game would relax you." "Yeah, that would seem logical but I don't know what happened. You guys go ahead and get out of here. I'll change the sheets and join you in a minute." Jordan joined us again after his housekeeping chores were done and we ate breakfast and horsed around for a while before we went in to watch the college football games. It was kind of a laid back day. Justin talked on the telephone with Shannon for over an hour and my parents called and invited us all down to our house for Sunday dinner. I guess they thought that was one way to get to see me. I had been spending a lot of time with Jordan and his family and, in the process, I was unwittingly ignoring my own. My parents had been very good about it but I knew that I would have to make up to them for my neglect. I talked about it with Jordan, Justin, and Dad K, telling them about Sunday dinner and my plans to spend more time with my parents. Jordan and Justin suggested that we could stay together every other weekend at my house and I told them that would help a lot. Dad K said that would be fine with him. That night, the three of us attended a party at the home of one of the other football players. We didn't usually take Justin with us to these parties but Shannon was out of circulation for a while. Her parents had grounded her, we weren't quite sure why, but we thought that it would be rude to leave Justin at home alone. Dad was going out with friends. Jordan and I hung around Justin so he wouldn't feel out of place and to ensure that the others wouldn't give him any shit. We had a good time but it wasn't outstanding so we didn't stay very late. Sunday morning we awoke and Jordan's side of the bed was soaked again. I didn't make any stupid comments this time but I did ask him what was going on. He said that he didn't know but it made me begin to wonder what could cause this. We all cleaned up, got dressed and Dad K took us out to breakfast. We went to church after that and then to the Koontz home until it was time to go to my house for dinner. A few hours later we were in our living room and my mother was making a fuss over us. I gave her a big hug and a kiss, followed by Jordan and Justin, and she said that we all looked well. She told Jordan that it looked as though he had lost weight, though, and he told her it must be because of football. I hadn't noticed it before, probably because we were together most of the time, but since my mother had mentioned it I did notice that he did seem thinner. I guess between the football and the sex I was wearing the poor guy out. I'll have to take it easier on him from now on. We had a wonderful dinner and we sat around and chatted with my parents until early evening. My folks wanted to know all about Justin and how he was doing. When they found out about Shannon, they peppered him with a ton of questions about her. Then they started in on me about Amber. I told them we were still friends but that we weren't seeing each other that often, mostly because of the time I spent taking care of Justin and, now, sports. They accepted my answer even though my mother seemed a bit disappointed by it. Oh, well. Jordan went to bed early that night. He said he was quite tired and thought that he'd get some extra sleep so he was ready for the tough football practices we both knew that we were going to suffer through this week. Justin and I stayed up later and Jordan was out cold by the time we called it a night. It was just the beginning of a bad week for him. His night sweats continued and the exhausting practices we attended zapped him of all his strength. We figured he had some kind of a bug and he started take Vitamin C tablets to help combat it. Friday's game was a killer. It was probably the most physical game we had ever played in. There were bone-crushing hits delivered by both sides and we gave as well as we received. Jordan was sacked hard twice but he also delivered a couple of heavy-duty tackles. I was popped hard a few times and I also managed some violent tackles of my own. It was a close game but we lost it by giving up a two-point conversion. It was a very depressing loss and we were quite bummed out. We went straight home after the game, having lost our interest in any post-game activities. Justin went out with Shannon and I waited up for him after Jordan crashed for the evening. Justin and I talked for a while after he came in and then we went off to bed ourselves. The next morning, Jordan woke up complaining about a backache. We figured that the heavy hitting from last night's game had taken its toll on his weakened body. I rubbed him down with some sports cream and he told me that his back felt better. I stayed with him the whole weekend, watching television and waiting on him hand and foot. My lover wasn't feeling well and I was going to nurse him back to health. I was a real Florence Nightingale for him. Justin was around most of the time, too, and he helped me to entertain his brother while we let him rest and recuperate. We all turned in early that evening, as much from boredom as from fatigue. Hopefully, next weekend will be better. During the week, Jordan was still run down and complaining of back pains. Now, I was beginning to worry. On Thursday, I told Dad K that he had to make a doctor's appointment for Jordan. He did and he was able to get Jordan an appointment for Saturday morning. I kept my eye on Jordan during Friday night's game and I warned the coach about how he was feeling. The second string quarterback ran a few series of downs at the end of the second quarter and again at the end of the third quarter. It was another close game but we won this one with a field goal near the end. I think that if Jordan had been feeling better we would have scored the touchdown but the coach opted for the field goal and it paid off. We were all overjoyed and we went out to celebrate afterward. We didn't stay out late but we had a good time. Saturday morning I went with Jordan and Dad K for the doctor's appointment. I stayed in the waiting room while the other two went into the examination room. It seemed like forever before they came back out and Dad K told me to join them because we had to take Jordan to the hospital to have some tests run. When we were all in the car, I asked him what was up. He told me that the doctor found some lumps in Jordan's neck and he wanted us to run him over to the hospital and have some blood tests run and some x-rays taken. I asked him what that meant and he said he wasn't sure but the doctor asked him a complete family medical history. Dad K told me later, while Jordan was having his tests, that the doctor was particularly concerned about Joan's family's cancer history. He wasn't sure what that meant because the doctor wouldn't speculate until he had the test results. He said that we should hear back from the doctor about mid-week. I was really worried now but I promised myself that I wouldn't let Jordan or Justin see it. I could already tell that this was going to be one of those really long weeks. The next week we both went to football practices but we were on pins and needles the whole time. I told the coach, in strictest secrecy, about what was going on with Jordan. Our final game was going to be Saturday night and it would determine the league champion. I was more worried about Jordan than about winning a lousy football game but I didn't want to alarm Jordan by letting him know that. Wednesday, the doctor called Dad K and told him that he needed to run more tests on Jordan. He was to take Jordan to the hospital on Friday for a CAT scan and a bone marrow aspiration and biopsy. If the doctor told Dad K his suspicions, Dad K didn't tell us. We all knew what the word biopsy usually related to but we were all too scared to bring it up for discussion. Maybe it was superstition or possibly it was our inability to cope with the reality the words might indicate, but we all kept our thoughts to ourselves. Justin and I made Jordan sleep in the middle during this period so we could both cuddle with him. This was our show of unity to let him know that whatever he had to go through, he wouldn't have to face it alone. On Friday, both Justin and I took off from school and Dad K took off from work so we could be with Jordan. This automatically made Jordan and me ineligible to play in Saturday night's game (an athletic rule that said you had to attend classes on the day of the game or the last day of classes before the game or you couldn't play) but what was happening with Jordan was much more important. The doctor explained to us what was going on after Jordan was taken in for the CAT scan. The CAT scan was to help the doctor make a better diagnosis of Jordan's condition by using special x-ray equipment to produce images of his body. The bone marrow aspiration and biopsy was a procedure where they would numb the hip and insert a needle into the bone. They would extract some of the liquid bone marrow and a small bone chip to examine under a microscope. When we questioned the doctor about what he was looking for, he tried to put us off until after the tests were completed but we wouldn't let him off the hook. He finally told us that he was testing for Hodgkin's disease. We were all looking at one another to see if anyone knew what this was and it looked as though none of us did. Dad K asked the doctor what this was and he told us it was a type of cancer that affected the lymphatic system. He went on to explain that the lymphatic system is a network of vessels responsible for circulating body fluids. There are specialized organs called lymph nodes, white bean-shaped nodules that filter out destroyed microorganisms. The system also consists of the bone marrow, the spleen, the thymus gland, the tonsils, the appendix, and a few other organs. He informed us that he was trying to determine if it was Hodgkin's and, if it was, how much of the system was affected before he could lay out a course of action. He said that this was all he could tell us until all the test results were in and that would probably take a few more days. This did nothing to lift our spirits. If anything, he brought us deeper into despair. We discussed this among ourselves and we all vowed that we would try to remain as upbeat as possible when we were around Jordan. I planned to use the computer and various search engines to locate all the information I could about Hodgkin's disease. I wanted as much information as possible so I could help Jordan make the best and most informed decisions he could. If we had to make choices, we wouldn't take the chance of making poor ones because we didn't have enough information. I was going to help lead Jordan through this with both eyes wide open. We had been there a couple of hours before Jordan was finished and we were allowed to go home. He was given some painkillers to take if the hip started to bother him once the anesthetic wore off. Jordan started talking about the whole thing once we were in the car. It seems that he wheedled the same information from the doctor and the technicians while he was being treated and he wanted to know what his options were. We each told him, in our own inimitable way, that it was much too early to concern ourselves with any such possibilities and that it would do no good worrying about it at this point. I hoped he was better at following our advice than I was at accepting and following my own words of wisdom. Even if he wasn't worrying, I was doing enough of that for both of us. Later that evening, Jordan asked me to go for a walk with him. I knew that he had something up his sleeve. We didn't just go for walks without a reason. He was still in a small amount of pain from having the needle stuck in his hip and he was limping slightly but he wouldn't let me talk him out of this little excursion. Once we were free of the house, he found a place where we could sit by ourselves and talk. "Tony, I'm scared. I'm really, really scared. I didn't want to talk about this in front of Dad and Justin because I didn't want to upset them. I know that I can talk to you about anything." I fought hard to hold back the tears that were beginning to well up in the corners of my eyes. I wanted to appear as encouraging as I could be. "I know, babe, and thank you. I'm glad that you still trust me enough to open yourself up to me. I'm scared too but we're going to get through this and we're going to do it together. No, we're going to do it as a family because Dad K and Justin are just as concerned as I am." "I know but I can't have all of us going crazy about this. I need someone that I can open up to about my concerns and fears and, unfortunately for you, you were my choice." "Unfortunately for me, hell. I wouldn't have it any other way. Did you forget? Now and forever, brothers till the end." "No, I didn't forget and that's one of the things that's keeping me fighting. It is kind of ironic, though." "What's ironic?" "Well, it wasn't all that long ago that I thought about taking my own life and, now, here I am scared to death about dying." "I don't want to talk about that, Jordan." "Why? It's the truth and it's a definite possibility." "I know that but I still haven't come to terms with my guilty feelings for nearly driving you to commit suicide." "I thought that we were past that." "I don't think I'll ever be past that. I've just learned to put it behind me and block it from my mind. I've been able to do that for the most part, but every now and then all that guilt comes flooding back, especially when someone mentions something about that time to me. Regardless, I don't want you to think about that and I don't want you to be worried that you're going to die now. Medical science has come a long way and people are beating all kinds of cancer every day. You're young and strong and, even if this is cancer, this was discovered early enough to be treatable. No matter what this is, you're going to beat this, babe, and I don't want you to ever think anything less than that. We're going to grow old together and neither one of us is going to be going anywhere for a long time. You've got to think positive thoughts and not dwell on the negative." "I'll try. I really will. I'll just think about the last time I was down and I remember how you brought me back to life. I'll focus on that and the knowledge that, if anyone can get me through this, you can and will. That's why I brought you out here. I needed to get things off of my chest but I also wanted to get your take on this. You're my lifeline and I trust in you completely." "I hope I can live up to your expectations, babe. I've already decided that I'm going to use the computer to find out all I can about this disease and I'll let you know everything I find. I'll be there for you every minute until we beat this thing. I love you, Jordan, and I'm not going to lose you." "I love you too, Tony, and I haven't doubted your love once since that day we got back together. I never will, either." I threw my arms around Jordan and we hugged, kissed, and cried into each other's shoulders. When we calmed down a bit, I buried my tongue into his mouth and I began to undress him. We were only a few yards off of the road but it was an uninhabited area with very little traffic. Besides, I was too overcome with love and lust to be rational about what we were doing. It took me only a minute before I had Jordan basically nude and I went about devouring his body. After spending many minutes kissing his mouth, face, and neck, I worked my way down his body. I gave his entire chest a tongue bath and I spent the lifetime of a fruit fly suckling on his breasts. Well, just about. Then I finished off the rest of his abdomen, washed over his thighs, and then I moved up to his national monument. It stood tall and proud as I licked up and down its surface, paying specific attention to the base and attached structures (his balls and ball sac), before I took his pulsing tool down my throat and sucked him off with a vengeance I've never displayed before. The only thing going through my mind was that he needed something to make him feel good, something that could take his mind away from his worries. I vowed that I would do this for him ten or twenty times a day if that's what it took to keep his spirits up. Some of his other parts would be up too but it was his spirit that I was most concerned with. I was still deep in thought when I felt the first powerful shots of his jizm hit the back of my throat. I continued to suck on his hose, drawing those precious fluids to the surface, until his penis wilted, having relinquished everything it had to give. It took Jordan a couple more minutes to come down from his post-orgasmic high but I soon heard him speak to me. "Tony, I need you in me now." "But Jordan, I don't have any lube." "Just use your saliva, but do it now. I need to feel you inside me." I bent down and pushed Jordan's knees to his chest, opening up his pucker before me. I used my tongue to rim his anus, sticking my tongue past the muscular ring and coating it with a generous supply of my saliva. I spit into my right hand and used that to spread over my throbbing erection that I had hastily removed from my trousers. I crawled forward on my knees, placed the head of my dick against his rectum and pushed my way in. It wasn't too bad for him as I entered and, before long, I was buried balls deep in his warm, velvety chute. I thrust my hips back and forth, inserting, then extracting, my hard-on, eliciting both pleas and compliments from my lover. I jacked in and out of him until the fires ignited in my loins and my semen burst up the launch tube. After coating Jordan's bowels with my baby seed, we kissed and then kissed some more. "I love you, Jordan." "I love you too, Tony. I love you with all of my heart and soul for as long as either of us live." * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com.