Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 07:11:16 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: A Place In My Heart - chapter 3 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. * * * * * * * * Although the boys in these stories have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using condoms when having intercourse. * * * * * * * * A Place in My Heart - by BW Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 3 - The summer of our Discontent. February 2000 That night, Jordan slept with me in my double bed and my parents set up the cot in my room for Justin. We were all really down so we went to bed fairly early. Justin fell asleep quickly but Jordan and I lay quietly on the bed. I knew that Jordan was very worried about his mother; I was too, but I began to hear him sob softly next to me. I reached my arm up over his head and he lifted it up slightly so I could slide my arm under him and I pulled him into me. He buried his head in my chest and I stroked his hair. "It's going to be all right, bud," I said reassuringly. "Your mother is going to be fine and we'll all see her tomorrow." "I know that's what everyone keeps saying but I can't help myself. It just doesn't feel right. The doctor talked a very long time with my dad, privately. I don't think dad's telling us the whole story. He looked upset when he was telling us that everything was fine, and then he sent us away. I know my dad and I know that he doesn't like to be alone except when he has really serious things to think about. I think he knows more than he's telling us." "Jordan, you've got to stop your worrying. Your dad is just concerned about your mother and he needed time alone to think things over and be with her by himself. Give him a chance and I'm sure that, if there is more to tell, he will tell us." I squeezed Jordan in my arms but his body didn't relax. He was really down and I knew that something major would be necessary to bring him around. It was time to pull out the heavy artillery. I pulled my arm out from under his neck and threw the covers off of us. He looked at me with a questioning expression on his face, trying to decide what I was up to. I got on my knees and moved down beside him and grabbed his briefs and pulled them down to his thighs and off of his legs. "What are you doing?" he asked. "You need to relax and I know just how to get you to do it." "Not now, Tony. This isn't the time." "This is exactly the time. Now, lie back and enjoy." With that said, I bent over and began working on his cock. I licked the pink tip of his flaccid penis and held it up with my hand so I could lick around the entire head. Slowly, 'Little Jordan' began to wake up and he was enjoying the attention that I was giving to him. Jordan spread his legs, giving me better access to the area, and he began to relax and relish the sensations. I knew my efforts were accomplishing my hidden agenda when little whimpers began to emanate from his throat. Jordan's dick was now rock hard and I gently began to fondle and tug at his testicles as I mouthed his organ. I began to play his slide trombone and I hummed out a rhapsody that was meant only for his enjoyment. Jordan was moaning audibly and I took a quick glance at the cot to make sure that Justin was still asleep. He was lying motionless on the mattress, with his back toward us, so I felt that it was safe to continue my efforts. I removed my hand from Jordan's scrotum and slipped my middle finger in my mouth while I was still working on his penis. I got my finger nice and wet, removed it from my mouth, slid it between Jordan's legs, and slipped it into his rectum, like I had done to myself so many times in the past. This surprised Jordan, as I had never done this to him before, and his ass jumped off of the bed as he let out a big moan. I checked on Justin once more, and he still appeared to be sleeping. Hell, it looks like that kid could sleep through a hurricane, though, in this case, that fact worked to our advantage. I picked up my rhythm, constantly raising and lowering my head up and down the length of Jordan's rod. After many repetitions of this movement, I felt his balls being drawn up toward his body as his penis expanded in my mouth. I was ready when his load shot into my mouth, spurt after spurt of his sweet boy milk. There was much more of this liquid than I had expected but I kept swallowing to get it all down. Even with my best efforts, a few drops escaped from the corners of my mouth and trickled down my chin. I wasn't discouraged, though. I continued to suck on him until every drop was siphoned from his testicles and his limp penis fell, reluctantly, from my lips. Jordan was more relaxed now than he had been since his parents announced the news of his mother's illness and this whole nightmare began. I slid my arm back under his neck and drew him close to me, once more, caressing him into my body like a parent trying to comfort a child. "Thanks, dude, that was really great. You were right. It was the time and I did need that. Why don't you lie back and I'll do you now." "No, Jordan. That's not necessary. You just lie there, relax, and go to sleep." "I won't be able to go to sleep until I return the favor, so don't argue with me." "But you don't have to." I began to protest but Jordan cut me off. "I know I don't have to but I want to. You've been just as worried about my mom as I am and you need to relax too. Just let me do this for you and you just lie back and enjoy." I knew that there was no sense in arguing with Jordan, once his mind was made up, so I lifted my hips off of the bed and let him slide my boxer briefs down and off my legs. He attacked my dick like a starving child. There appeared to be an urgency to his actions, yet there was a gentleness to his touch. Once I was fully erect, he performed on my skin flute and he played a magnificent tune. He worked my ball sac, as I had done to him, and then he shoved his finger up my ass. As his digit wiggled around just inside my entranceway, he brushed against my magic button and that sent shivers up and down my spine. The electricity was awesome and I started to pump my butt onto his finger to experience that sensation again. Jordan worked feverishly on my prick, sliding his lips up and down the soft skin that covered the firm shaft, and he was soon rewarded with the biggest orgasm of my life. Not only did I fire several shots into his mouth but I could tell that the volume of my sperm was greater than I had ever produced in any single session. My body shuddered from this tremendous release and I lay on the bed silent and spent. "That was a pretty awesome load there, buddy. I've never seen you cum that much before." "I don't think that I ever have," I replied, somewhat astonished. "I think it might have been from that little extra work you did on my balls and in my hole that sent me into such a large explosion. Thanks, Jordan, that was really great." "Hey, my best bud and I will do anything for each other, right?" "Absolutely, but I think we better get some sleep so we'll be ready for tomorrow." Jordan nodded and we both retrieved our underpants and pulled them back on. I slipped my arm under and around him as he went to lie down and he turned into me and threw his arm across my chest. He whispered another 'thank you' into my ear and he planted a tender kiss on my cheek before he rested his head on my shoulder. Soon, I could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing and I knew that he had fallen asleep. Shortly thereafter, I fell asleep too. I was able to rest, knowing that I had been able to help my best friend in his time of need. The next morning we awoke, showered, ate breakfast, and rode with my parents to the hospital. When we entered the waiting room, Jordan's dad was still there, in the same clothes that he had worn yesterday, looking much older than his years. We all went over, hugged him, and gave him a peck on the cheek or forehead. We asked him how Mom K was and he said that she was doing fairly well. We asked if he had slept and he said he had on the sofa, pointing toward it for further emphasis. We talked him into going home to eat, shower, and change while we were there. He reluctantly agreed and we were soon sitting there, waiting alone. I went over to the nurse's station and inquired about when we would be able see Mom K. The nurse on duty asked who we were and I told her that we were her sons. Satisfied, she said we could go in as soon as she finished her breakfast and after she had received her sponge bath. I thanked her and then went back to tell Jordan and Justin the news. They both were relieved to hear that they would get to see her soon. After a short wait, the nurse came out and told us we could go in and see Mom K and we walked into the room. None of us were quite prepared for what we saw. Mom K was awake, lying on the bed with her head slightly elevated. There were tubes going into her nose and into both arms. There were a couple of different monitors recording her vital signs, and various parts of her body were grotesquely discolored from the effects of her surgery. I heard the other two audibly gasp as they entered the room, and I could see tears start to trickle down their cheeks. I wasn't much better. We all tried to put on our best face as we approached the bed. Their mom flashed a faint smile but, other than a slight turn of her head, she didn't move at all. We all tried to tell her that she looked well, that the doctors had removed all the cancer and that everything was going to be fine. She nodded slightly, and whispered a barely audible 'thank you' before she closed her eyes to sleep. We sat in the room for a while longer and then we all went back to the waiting room, where we could talk without her overhearing. Both of the boys walked ahead of me, their bodies hunched over in despair and their heads hanging dejectedly toward the floor. I could tell that this quick visit might have done more harm than good. I had to plan my words, carefully, for when we reached the waiting room. "I know that you're upset but people always look bad after an operation, it's just the way it is. I remember seeing my grandmother after her operation and she looked worse than that. Even Johnny Davis looked bad when I visited him after he had his appendix out, but both of them recovered and they're both still doing fine. It's just how it works. It always looks worse than it is. She'll be fine, you wait and see." They seemed to be a little better after my inspirational speech but I knew they were still down in the dumps. They stayed that way until their father returned an hour later. He looked at the three of us before he took me aside and asked me if we had been in to see Mom K. When I said that we had, he asked how the boys took it. I was very honest with him and told him that they took it quite hard. He shook his head and went to speak with them. I stayed away for a while and gave them their privacy. I spent my time walking up and down the corridors, trying to think what I could do to make things better. When I returned, the boys were both sitting on their father's lap, one on each leg, with their arms wrapped around his neck. He winked at me when I entered and I sat in one of the chairs near them. I don't know what he had said to them but it seemed to do the trick and the boys appeared to be less depressed than when I had left them a few minutes earlier. We visited the hospital, off and on, for the next several days but it was almost two weeks before their mother could come back home. They set up a rented hospital bed in the living room and that would be her bedroom until she was back on her feet. A nurse came in every few hours, to help take care of her. The nurse was there to keep her clean, change her dressings, feed her, and administer her drugs to her. As time passed, Mom K became more like her old self and Dad K and the boys became more optimistic about her prognosis and recovery. By the middle of August, Jordan's parents convinced us that she was doing fine and that we should go to the basketball summer camp. Our hearts really weren't into it but we did agree to go, mainly for them. My father took us and we checked in on Sunday afternoon. He explained the situation to the gentleman who checked us in, so he paired us up in the same dorm room. The clinic was being conducted on a college campus so we were assigned to the dorms for the week. The college students wouldn't return to campus until the middle of the following week at the earliest. That first night, Jordan slept with me, in my bed, and I held him close to me all night. In the middle of the night, he must have had a nightmare because he became very restless and agitated. He moaned and whimpered and he tossed around on the bed. I held him tightly against my body, stroked his hair, kissed him on the forehead, and whispered in his ear that everything would be fine. I don't think he woke up at any point during this time but he soon calmed down and had a fairly restful completion to his evening's slumber. Monday morning, we attended the first session of the clinic and Jordan was soon starting to be his normal self. I was really excited. As this was my first basketball camp, I soon discovered something that I did not know beforehand. There were a couple of big time college coaches on the staff. I was so overwhelmed by their presence that I made numerous mistakes as we ran the first couple of drills and I felt like a klutz on the floor. I eventually settled down and the rest of the session went smoothly. The afternoon session went by quickly and we finished the day with a scrimmage. Jordan and I were on the same team and we beat the other team by 10 points. After dinner, we called Jordan's home and his father told him that his mother was doing much better. Jordan seemed to relax after hearing this news, and his spirits were greatly lifted by bedtime. He still slept with me that evening but he had an uneventful night. The next couple of days went much like the first, but after dinner we attended film sessions where the coaches went over videos of one of their college teams' games. Wednesday night was slightly different in the dorm, as well, as Jordan slept in his own bed for the first time. As far as I could tell, Jordan had no problems during that evening, either. Thursday's drills were geared more to individual positions, instead of the general skills of the first two days. This time, Jordan and I were in different groups and we ran drills suited to the positions that we were used to playing. We didn't see each other again until the afternoon scrimmage. This time, we were on opposite teams and we had to play against each other. Neither one of us even remembers whose team won that scrimmage. We called his house after dinner, again, and this time Dad K let Jordan talk to his mother for a few minutes. Jordan was in such good spirits by the time we returned to our room that he couldn't seem to unwind. After a couple of hours of his bouncing off the walls, I pushed him down on his bed, removed all of his clothes and gave him another blowjob, to make him relax again. He really appreciated my effort and, of course, he felt obligated to return the favor, even over my protests that it wasn't necessary. He still gave me a hummer and we both went to sleep with a smile on our face, a rare occurrence in recent times. The first part of Friday morning's session was running individual position drills and the second half of that session was spent with the coaches evaluating our strengths and our weaknesses. The coaches sat, taking notes about what we were doing as we ran the drills, but they wouldn't tell us the results until later that evening. They would use the time in between to organize their thoughts into written evaluations for each one of us to take with us when we went home. That afternoon we had a double scrimmage session, where we were assigned to different teams on four separate occasions. It was a fun session where we got to play against all levels of competition. I got to play both forward and center in the various contests and Jordan got to shift between point guard and shooting guard. I did better when I played forward but Jordan did well at both positions. After dinner, we were assigned to various groups and met with one of the coaches who evaluated us. They sat down with us on an individual basis and went over their lists of our strengths and weaknesses. They were very encouraging and they told us what they thought we did well and what things we should continue to work on to get better. We both wanted to improve so we took this opportunity seriously. I learned a lot from this discussion and I thanked the coach for all of his help. Jordan and I returned to our room and packed our things so we would be ready to leave on Saturday morning. My dad picked us up about ten o'clock and we all went in to see Jordan's mother when we dropped Jordan off at his house. She looked much better than when we left her. Her color was good, some of the tubes were gone, and she was sitting up, joking with us about a variety of topics. That afternoon was the first time I noticed the sparkle return to Jordan's eyes. I hadn't seen it for quite some time. Mom K kept getting better, as we headed into the fall, and we began preparing for school and J.V. Football. We would be freshmen when we returned to classes this year and we'd be in the high school for the first time. I spent the last three nights before school started by staying over with Jordan. He was his old self again and he was up to his old tricks. "Tony. Do you know what a 69 position is?" "Yeah, I've heard about it." "Did you ever do it?" "No, have you?" I thought I knew what was coming next and I figured tthat it would probably be us, hehehe. "No, but I was thinking that maybe we should try it. That way we could get used to the position before we tried it with some girl." "What am I, your human guinea pig? You always seem to want to try everything on me before you do them with anyone else." "That's because I don't want to look like some inexperienced jerk when I'm trying to impress some girl. It's worked pretty well, so far. Hasn't it?" "Yeah, once again I guess you're right. O.K. Get undressed and I'll do it with you." Jordan flashed me his 'I talked you into it again' smile and we arranged ourselves on the bed. We were lying on our side, facing the other's genitals, and we began licking each other's privates. Jordan licked down my penis, went over my scrotum, and then kept going. Before I knew it, he was licking my tain't (the area between the testicles and the anus which tain't either one), and then started licking up the crack of my ass. Startled, I broke away. "What in the hell are you doing now?" I asked him, somewhat perturbed. "Well, if I'm doing this to get practice for a girl, I've got to practice on something more like a cunt. I'll blow you to get practice with the position and to get you off but I'm going to work on your butt to try and get an idea about what it would be like to suck a pussy." "Hold on right there, bucko. This is starting to get into some gay shit here. I don't mind that you talked me into some of these things but I'm not going to become some fairy ass reamer." "Look. A girl's pussy isn't that much different from your asshole. We can use that for practice and develop our techniques. Come on. Haven't I always been straight with you? Haven't I been right about most of this so far?" "Yeah, but it sounds downright gross and really queer." "Is it any more gross than sucking each other's cock or sucking on a pussy?" I thought about it for a minute before I answered him. "No, I guess not but it still seems pretty gay to me. The next thing you know, you're going to be asking to fuck my ass to practice intercourse before you try it with a girl." "I hadn't thought of that but it's not a bad idea." "Wait just one damn minute here, partner. I'm not fucking no ass and nobody is going to fuck mine." "Think about it, Tony. Some guys do fuck their girls in the ass, to avoid pregnancy. They also do it when the girl's cunt gets stretched out from too much sex or from having a baby." "Well, I ain't a girl." "I'm not saying you are and we're not going to do that tonight. Why don't you just let me use your ass to practice on and you can do the same to me, if you want to." I thought about it for a long time, constantly looking up to see Jordan's pleading puppy dog expression and I finally ended up giving in to him, again, like I usually do. I don't know what it is about Jordan but he can usually talk me into doing shit with him that I'd never think of doing at any other time or with anyone else. "I should have my head examined, but all right. I'm not going to give in to you butt fucking me, though." Jordan gave me a little chuckle, a big hug, and a thank you and we got back into our positions. This time, Jordan licked up my ass crack, then he spread my ass cheeks and started licking around my opening. I wasn't keen about this happening so I was surprised at how good it felt. After putting it off for as long as I could, I started doing the same thing to him. Before I knew it, Jordan stuck out his stiffened tongue and pushed it against my pucker. At first, my sphincter muscle tightened up and refused him entry, but he was persistent and he kept it up until my muscle gave way and his tongue penetrated my virgin hole. My whole body trembled from the sensation and Jordan began to lap at my butt hole like a dog attacking a spilt glass of milk. I couldn't believe that I was doing it but I was mimicking his entire behavior and performing the same ritual on him. Although I thought my mind would say otherwise, I wasn't repulsed and I actually began to enjoy what we were doing. I kept telling myself that I wasn't gay but the thought that maybe I was possibly bi kept popping into my head. That wasn't as bad as being gay so, mentally, I began to accept what I was doing. This acknowledgement appeared to do the trick and got me past my natural revulsion for these acts. Before I knew it, we were working our way back to the other one's cock and we finished the blow-jobs that we had started with. We shot our loads almost simultaneously, and then settled into the bed to go to sleep. I was just starting to doze off when I heard Jordan speak to me. "Thanks, Tony. You're a great friend and I really love you." * * * * * * * * 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.