Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 17:28:36 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: A Place In My Heart - chapter 13 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 13 - Trials, Tribulations and Overwhelming Joy. April 2000 All of the test results were back and the doctor's office called to ask Jordan to come in. This doctor was a specialist to whom his regular doctor had referred him. The four of went together, en masse, to listen to the prognosis. Jordan crushed my right hand while Justin squeezed my left as we walked to the office. Their fears and trepidations were exhibiting themselves in physical form. Whether I liked it or not, I was on the receiving end of this abuse. We sat down together on a small couch located to the side of the doctor's desk. We were still holding each other's hands, not willing to let go of our emotional buoy. Dad K sat in an overstuffed chair in front of the doctor's desk. "I'm glad to see you all here. It will be important to Jordan that he has such a strong support group. It is heartening to see brothers who are this close and who are willing to make sacrifices for the good of the other." He looked over at us and smiled. "You're right," Dad K added, "we're all lucky that they love each other so much. It is especially helpful to me since my wife died because it eliminates most of the worries I might otherwise have." "You are a lucky man, sir," the doctor responded, "and you are too, Jordan. I wish all my patients came from such a loving and caring environment. It would make my job a whole lot easier. Patients tend to recover quicker when they have fewer other distractions and they have others to help them through the tough times. You should benefit greatly from their support." Jordan squeezed my hand and smiled at the others but I think that he was still too worried to say anything without having an emotional release. "Jordan," the doctor continued, "I have all of your test results back. I now have sufficient information to diagnose your condition and suggest a course of treatment. Just bear with me for a few minutes and I'll try to lay the whole thing out for you. I'll answer all of your questions at the end." We collectively held our breath now, nervous about what was to follow. "Your primary care physician suspected that you had Hodgkin's disease because you showed several key symptoms. He has listed that you suffered from drenching night sweats, weight loss, a lack of energy, lower back pains, and he had discovered small lumps in your neck and arm pit. The tests have proven that his preliminary diagnosis was correct but you are very fortunate that this was discovered in the early stages of this disease. It is treatable and you definitely have a fine chance of beating this cancer." You could hear an audible 'whoosh' throughout the room and the four of us exhaled in unison. Finally, we began to breathe again. "There are four stages of Hodgkin's disease, with Stage I being the least severe and Stage IV being the most severe. Your case is a Stage II. The prognosis for a Stage II case is good which means there is a good chance that you will be able to receive treatments and survive in the long term. Stage II Hodgkin's means that you have two or more lymph node regions on the same side of the diaphragm that are affected. The diaphragm is a muscle that runs across the body at approximately mid-chest. Your nodes that are affected are in the upper region of your body. To be specific, they are the two nodes in your neck and the node under your left arm. The other organs of the lymphatic system and your bone marrow show no signs of the disease. I am suggesting that you begin a regimen of radiotherapy treatments, as soon as possible, to halt the spread of the cancer and to destroy the cancerous cells that are already present." The doctor paused and scanned each of our faces. He looked into our eyes, one by one, and tried to see if he could surmise what we were thinking. "I believe some of you might have questions, so ask away." We looked at each other to see who would speak first. Jordan took the initiative to break the silence. "This means that I'm not going to...die, right?" "Of course it does. The treatments should do as I told you and there should be no traces of the disease afterward. We'll run some more tests after you receive the treatments to make sure. We may also need to put you on chemotherapy for a while but you should be fine and live a long and healthy life." Jordan's body seemed to overly relax after the news, like he had been supporting a thousand pound weight on his shoulders and his body just couldn't handle the stress any longer. I reached over and wrapped my arms around him to hold him up and to let him feel my love. Suddenly, he regained his composure and sat up straight. "About the radiotherapy, doctor," Dad K took over, "is there anything that we should know about that?" "Yes. I should explain a few things to you. Jordan will go in the day before treatment begins and the physician will map out areas of your body in ink, to show the person administering the treatments the appropriate areas. There are also possible side effects from the treatments. Jordan may suffer from fatigue, loss of appetite, his skin may become red and sore, similar to a sunburn, and it may even peel. He may have a dry sore throat and have difficulty swallowing and he may suffer from alopecia or a loss of hair." "You mean I'm going to go bald like my mom did when she had her treatments?" Jordan basically screamed out. "It is very possible. It will only be temporary, though, and it will grow back later. Many male patients select to wear a hat during this period, for modesty purposes." "What about the chemotherapy?" I inquired. "We're not sure if that will be necessary so I prefer not to discuss that at this time. If we decide later that this will be the course he should follow, then we will discuss all of the ramifications at that time." "Will my brother be able to go to school and play sports?" Justin asked the doctor. "The sports will be out during the treatment phase and he may miss some school because of the side effects. Once the treatment has been completed and he has recovered, he should be able to do everything as he did before." That appeared to be the end of our questions and we were ready to leave the doctor's office. I think we were all somewhat relieved but we also knew that there was still a long road ahead of us before Jordan was completely out of the woods. Jordan began his radiotherapy treatments within a week. The markings on his body were very noticeable and it was a good thing that we were heading into the colder weather because Jordan began to wear turtlenecks to cover them up. Over the next few weeks, he did display some of the side effects. In particular, he suffered from a dry sore throat, fatigue, and hair loss. He ate next to nothing when we had Thanksgiving with my parents and he was spending much of his free time in bed or on the sofa asleep. I decided that it was time to take Dad K aside for a little chat. "Dad, I'm going to make you a proposal and I want you to hear me out before you make any decision. I think that it would be best for Jordan and me to drop out of school for the rest of this school year to let Jordan get well. We can go back in the fall to resume our junior year and we'll only be a year behind our friends. This will give Jordan the opportunity to fight this thing off without additional worries or having others stare at him as he goes through the tough times. I'll stay with him and help him through the whole thing. I'll keep him company, wait on him hand and foot, and I'll make sure that he does everything the doctor tells him to do. What do you think, dad?" "I know that you have good intentions, Tony, but do you really think that Jordan should disrupt his whole life because of this?" "He already has. If you had seen him at school, you'd know that. He often falls asleep in class, his grades are taking a tumble, and he spends much of his day trying to keep other people from noticing his battle scars from the treatment. This way he could concentrate on getting better and I could help him do that. He wouldn't have to worry about all those other things and we could start over again in the fall when he's feeling better." "Well, you do make some valid points. What about your parents? How will they feel if you quit school just to take care of Jordan?" "I'm sure that they'll understand and agree. They know that I'm not college material and it will only mean that I would start working a year later than I originally thought. This will give Jordan the opportunity to keep his grades up and he might still be able to win a football scholarship in his senior year." "All right, you've convinced me. You talk this over with your parents and I'll speak to the school. If everyone agrees, we'll present the plan to Jordan. If he likes the idea, then we'll do it." Dad K put his hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "After you finish high school, young man, you're coming to work for me, if you want. You can learn the business from the bottom up and it will be yours when I retire. I know that Jordan and Justin have other dreams and those dreams don't include my construction business. I think it best that the company should stay in the family and I want my other son to have it. I think that Jordan and Justin would concur. What do you say? Deal?" I wrapped my arms around Dad K and gave him a big old bear hug. "You're too much, old man. I hope you know how much I love you. Thanks, Dad. It's a deal." I talked it over with my parents and they agreed that it would be all right for me to take the year off from school. Jordan and I were both sixteen, so we could do it legally. I also told them about Dad K's offer about the business and my parents were speechless. They couldn't believe his generosity but they were thrilled to know that my future was secure. Dad K also helped me get my driver's license and he bought a used car for me to drive so I could take Jordan and Justin places when needed. It was almost Christmas and I had to find special gifts to give to Jordan, Justin, and Dad K. I racked my brains for days, trying to think of an appropriate gift for each of them but I was still lacking. It had to be something special, something that would let them know the depth of my feelings for them and the gratitude I felt for having them in my life. I tried to get ideas from Justin and Jordan about Dad K's gift but they didn't even know what they were going to get him. It looks like they're not going to be any help to me. I finally selected gifts for Jordan and Justin but I still needed to come up with one for Dad K. One night I was watching the news and I got an idea. I wasn't sure how good it was but it would have to do. I went to the computer to take care of everything. I hoped they would each like what I gave them. Christmas Eve we celebrated with my family. It's a big Italian thing, Christmas Eve dinner with all of the fish and seafood dishes. We all had a good time and enjoyed the meal and then we all went to Christmas Eve Mass together. We were also scheduled to have Christmas dinner with my folks as well. After mass, I kissed my parents good-bye and I went home with Jordan. It may sound wrong but my parents understood. They had been really cool about this, even from the start. We all crashed as soon as we got home and we stayed that way until Justin woke us at seven the next morning. He wasn't little any more but he was still excited about Christmas. We kidded with him a while about that and then we went down to open our presents. After Justin and Jordan had opened the presents from their father and he had opened their gifts, they handed me an envelope. Inside was a Christmas card from Jordan and Justin and the title to the car that Dad K had bought for me to use. "We paid Dad from our bank accounts so you could have the car for yourself," Justin said. "Yeah, we knew that you liked the car and we wanted you to have it. You've done so much for the two of us, this was the least we could do for you." What could I say? All I could do was hug them and cry. We stayed like that until Dad K handed me a second envelope. He said this one was from him. I opened it and found a legal document. It was a partnership agreement for the business. He told me that I could go down to his lawyer's office any time and sign these papers. Even though I couldn't legally become a partner in the business until I turned 18, this would show his intent and the business would be mine if anything happened to him in the interim. How the hell can you thank someone for a present like this? He already told me it would be mine one day but I never expected the partnership papers to be drawn up this soon. Hell, I'm still in high school. Once again, all I could do was hug him and cry. Now, I was beginning to think that my presents were nothing compared to theirs but it was too late to do anything about that. I handed Dad K his present first. This also was in an envelope. He opened it, read it, and then looked at me and grinned. "You don't know how much this means to me," he said. "Everyone should have such peace of mind." Justin and Jordan asked him what it was and he told them. It was just a little certificate I composed on the computer. "It reads," Dad K said, "that the holder of this certificate is guaranteed that he will never be left alone or placed in a nursing home. It is Tony's personal pledge that he will take care of me whenever and for however long I need it." He paused and looked at his sons. "I know you boys would probably have done it as well, but it means a great deal to me to know that Tony would do the same. I think the biggest fear that my generation and older generations have is that we'll end up alone and incapacitated in some nursing home. How did you ever think of this, Tony?" "I was watching one of those news shows on television one evening and they were highlighting the abuses of a particular nursing home. I decided then and there that you or my parents would never go through that. I made a similar certificate for them which I will give to them when we go down for dinner." "You're pretty special, Tony," Dad K told me. "You guys are pretty special yourselves." Next I handed Justin and Jordan their gifts. They were identical small packages. They tore off the wrapping paper to find a small jewelry case. They opened the case to find that they each contained a silver ring. They thanked me for the rings and started to put them on. "Wait. They're engraved. You've got to read what it says inside the band." They both held up their rings and looked inside the band. Both were engraved with the same simple phrase. 'Now and forever, brothers till the end.' Needless to say, this released their floodgates and we were all in tears again. "I mean that with all my heart," I was finally able to utter as I pulled a third ring out of my pocket and slipped it onto my own finger. "Now we each have a token of our pledge." I happened to know our ring sizes because of when Jordan and I went to order our class rings. Justin had accompanied us on that trip and he found out his ring size at the same time. I had all of the information in the back of my mind so, when I finally decided on a gift, I already had the necessary information. It really worked out well. Eventually we all regained our composure and we all pledged our love for each other, once more. We went into our room and got into the shower together to clean up. Lovingly one of us would wash another. The person doing the cleaning would have a chance to express his love through the procedure. It was all done slowly, lovingly, and erotically. During the time we were showering, we each got a chance to shoot a double load. The first time was when the person washing our body jerked us off and the second time was when the third person performed fellatio on the person being cleaned. We all enjoyed this and we all needed it. When we finished we got dressed and we went down to my house for dinner. My parents felt the same way about their gift from me as Dad K had. They both cried as they hugged me and kissed me. They cried more when I told them about my gifts from my second family. It was a highly emotional day. The three of us boys slept in my old bedroom that night and our passionate activities from earlier in the day continued. The minute we got in my room we all undressed. I offered myself up to them first. I told Jordan to fuck me while I gave Justin a blow-job. I got on the bed on all fours. Jordan moved behind me and got me ready. He had removed my tube of Vaseline from my nightstand and greased both of us up. Before long, I felt him easing his way into my rectum, filling me up with his love muscle. Slowly he pumped away at my rear entrance, letting every beautiful inch of his manhood stimulate the lining of my warm, moist chute. My butt was on fire with passion as he pummeled his massive tool in my tunnel. Like a miner drilling for a gold vein, he drilled into me time and time again. For several minutes he continued his efforts and I was already beginning to regret that it was going to have to end. He had quickened his pace and he was now riding me harder until he arched his back and filled me with his love juices. My bowels were sprayed with several volleys of his hot cream and it caused me to shoot my own wad all over Justin, my bed, and me. While Jordan was making his rear assault, I was sucking on Justin's ever growing member. He was now nearly fourteen and his boyhood had reached man-sized proportions. It was my pleasure to take him orally. I slid my mouth over and down the sides of his smooth shaft, letting my tongue do whatever it wanted. Justin thrust his hips forward to meet my every forward plunge and, as he neared his release, he was basically humping my face while I did whatever I could to assist his efforts. We kept up like that until I felt his cock swell in my throat and Justin fed me numerous blasts of his spunk. It was beginning to lose its young boy sweetness but it was still a mighty tasty little shake. When we had drained each other of everything we had to give, we broke apart briefly, still kissing and hugging each other, before we reformed for the next coupling. The next time around we put Justin in the middle. I took him from the rear while he sucked his brother off. After that we took a short break before Justin fucked Jordan while Jordan took me with his mouth. The next night we repeated the whole process but we switched positions in each trio. We infused each other with all of the love we had to give. Jordan recovered completely from his bout with Hodgkin's disease. Most of his hair had grown back by the time we restarted our junior year the following fall. We didn't play football that year but we did play basketball and baseball. In our senior year, Jordan had an outstanding season at quarterback and he made the all-state first team at that position. He also won a complete football scholarship to a Division I school that was located only a few hundred miles from home. Every weekend throughout the fall we went to watch him play. We did this every fall until he graduated. Jordan earned his degree in electrical engineering and he was able to get a job in his field back home. Justin eventually went to college and he came back home as a teacher. He is teaching computer science and technology classes at the junior high school that each of us had attended when we were younger. He is well liked and respected by the student body, faculty, and staff and he's very happy with his job. Dad K and I are still working together, running his construction company. He has given me more and more responsibility for the business and he plans on retiring in a few more years. Right now, we all still live together in their house. Justin is dating a girl he met at college, she is teaching at the local elementary school, and they are even talking about marriage. Dad K, Jordan, and I have discussed this amongst the three of us and, if they do decide to tie the knot, we have special plans to help them. Dad K is planning to give them a lot down the road that was part of the original farm he had purchased. Then, we're going to have the construction company build them a house, with the three of us doing our share of the work, as a wedding gift. That way they'll be close enough to keep strong family ties and we'll get to spend time with their kids when they have them. It will also have another major advantage. Justin will still be close enough if he still needs a little brotherly action from time to time. Jordan and I have remained lovers during this whole time. Even while he was away at college, we still got together often enough to keep each other satisfied and neither of us has ever felt attracted to anyone else. Believe it or not, Amber and I are still very good friends and we actually go out every now and then. She knows all about Jordan and me, and I see her with Jordan's full blessing and approval. Haven't I told you all along how great he was? Jordan and I allow each other our own space and we have no doubts about the other's faithfulness. I know that he loves me completely and he knows that he has nothing to worry about with me, because he was my first, last, and greatest love. My father died a year ago. He had a massive coronary at work and he went quickly. He was gone before I could pick up my mother and take her to the hospital. My mother has been living by herself ever since. We've told her that she is welcome to move in with us whenever she wishes, and Dad K has said that he is willing to turn the lower level rooms into an apartment for her. She would even have her own entrance and she would be totally separate from the rest of the house. She has politely refused and told us that she wants to stay in her own home as long as possible. She says that she is happier this way. I visit her every day after work and Jordan and I (and sometimes Justin) spend several hours with her every weekend. We send crews from the construction company over to make any repairs that are needed and take care of her house in general. Jordan and I take care of the yard work, etc. I still remember that guarantee I gave her that Christmas a few years ago and I am ready to honor it if she ever needs me. I find that I have very little to complain about. In fact, every night I thank God for giving me such a wonderful life, two great families to grow up with, and such a fantastic lover. It's been a very good life, though it's far from over, and every family member, from both of my families, shall always have a very special place in my heart. THE END. * * * * * * * * 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.