Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 16:45:45 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: A Place In My Heart - chapter 7

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A Place in My Heart - by BW                   Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 7 - The Truth Shall Set You Free.     February 2000

Jordan's first reaction was to jump back and see who was there.  He was
ready to defend himself in case it was someone who meant to harm him.
Realizing that it was me who had spoken, Jordan looked up, not knowing what
to expect.  I reached out, drew his body into my chest, and wrapped him
tightly between both of my arms. After several seconds in this embrace, I
felt his body begin to relax and he moved his arms up and around me.  After
holding him and sobbing with him for a brief time, I found the courage and
the voice to speak again.

"Let's go somewhere quiet and talk.  We need to find an empty classroom
where we can be alone."  He followed me down the corridor, to a small room
that was used by tutors for one-on-one sessions.  We went in and I closed
the door and locked it before I hugged him once more.

"I'm sorry, Jordan.  I've treated you like shit and you didn't deserve
that."

"Are you only saying that because of what happened to Brian?"

"No, although I deserved that.  I think I would have been coming to see you
over the next few days anyway.  What happened to Brian may have been the
catalyst that caused me to act a little sooner but I've discovered some
things about myself and I knew I would have to talk to you about them."  He
looked up at me, studying my face, and I knew he was wondering what
revelation I was about to make.

"You see, Jordan, I've been missing you a lot, an awful lot.  You pop into
my head at some of the damnedest times.  You don't know what anguish you've
been causing me."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Damn.  You're not the one who should be feeling sorry.  It wasn't you that
hurt me.  It was me that caused the pain.  It was me who hurt you.  This
was entirely my fault.  I'm the problem here, not you.  I just didn't know
how to deal with my own feelings.  I've loved you for so long that I just
didn't know how to stop.  I couldn't stop.  I didn't want to stop."

"I thought you did."

"Touche.  Yes, I'm sure that you did think I that I stopped loving you but
I didn't.  Even though I tried to be angry and I stayed away from you
physically, I still couldn't stop loving you.  Jordan, we are still
brothers and soul mates.  How can I ever make it up to you for the hell
I've put you through?"

"You don't have to.  I know how you're feeling because I did the same thing
to Brian.  I saw the same hurt in his eyes when I pushed him away that I
felt in my heart when you dismissed me.  I even thought about suicide
before Brian did.  I should have seen it coming.  I should have been able
to stop him."

"You thought about what?"  I was shocked and I searched Jordan's face to
see if I had heard him correctly.  Did he say that he had considered
suicide?  Had I hurt him that much?  Was I as big an asshole as those
upperclassmen that had destroyed Brian's life?

"Before I met Brian, I had considered killing myself too.  I loved you so
much and I couldn't bear to have you hate me like you seemed to do.  I
tried everything to get close to you again but you wouldn't even speak to
me.  I was beyond despair, and suicide was the only way I could see out of
the situation.  I was just about ready to follow through with it when I met
Brian.  Brian gave me a little hope, enough hope to continue.  He saved my
life but I was too busy or too scared to save his.  God, how could I let
him down like that?"

I guess I had my answer.  I was that big of an asshole.  I nearly drove my
life-long friend, my best friend in the world, to the point where he might
have killed himself.  How could I have been so heartless, so stupid, and so
blind?  I would never have been able to forgive myself if he had gone
through with that.  I reached out and took him into my arms, squeezing him
for all I was worth.  I just had to hold him and I couldn't let him go.
Lovingly, Jordan reached his arms around me and he began to caress me, as
well.

"I'm sorry, Jordan.  I'm so damn sorry.  Can you ever find it in your heart
to forgive me?  Will you ever be able to forget the loneliness and the pain
that I've caused you?  I love you, Jordan.  I always have and I always
will.  I'll never leave you again and I promise I'll never do anything to
harm you, ever.  If those assholes come after you, then they'll have to go
through me first.  I'll die before I let you suffer any more than you
already have at my expense."

Jordan was squeezing me so tightly I thought he might fracture my ribs.  He
was sobbing now, his tears soaking both of our shirts, and I pushed him
gently away and lifted his head.  He looked at me with that same pained
expression that I remember seeing before and I moved my face toward his and
tenderly let my lips brush against his.  He seemed unsure as to whether he
should allow this or if he should pull away from me, but he stayed put and
didn't back away.  Slowly, I pushed my tongue against his lips and his
mouth opened slightly to let my tongue enter.  I kissed him with a greater
need and a greater urgency than I have ever kissed anyone before in my
life.  I needed him and I loved him.  I had tried to hide it for so long
and, now, I had to give in to my feelings.  We were two halves that made up
the same whole and I could no longer live without him.  We kissed for
several minutes before I pulled back.

"Jordan, I don't yet know if I'm gay or if I'm bisexual.  All I know is
that I love you and that I can't live without you.  If you can live with
that and if you can accept that reality, then I want you to be my best
friend again."

Jordan didn't say a word.  He just started kissing me as passionately as I
had just kissed him.  After several minutes he broke the kiss and he
answered me.  "Tony, as long as I can be with you...be near you, I'll
accept any terms you offer.  I've been so lost and so alone since we had
our fight.  I know my dad and Justin love me but my life just isn't
complete and it has no meaning without you.  Thank you.  Thank you.  I've
prayed for months now that we could, shall we say, kiss and make up."

We both started to chuckle with his little joke and I drew him tightly to
me, once more.  I've never been more alive or fulfilled than I was at that
moment.

"Come on, bud, we've got someplace to go."

"Where?"

"We're going to the office and we're checking out of this dump for the day.
We're going to tell them that we're too overcome by what has happened and
we need to leave and deal with the situation on our own.  Let them think
that it's about Brian, if they want.  They don't need to know, not yet,
that the situation that we have to deal with is between us.  We're going to
your house and spend some quality time together.  We both have missed it
and we both desperately need it.  Are you game?"

"Definitely, most definitely.  Lead on, Macduff."

We went to the office and told them our story.  We didn't give the
secretary a chance to protest and we flew out of the room, out of the main
entrance to the school, and we walked the entire way to Jordan's house.  Of
course, there was no one home when we arrived.  I gave Jordan a wink,
grabbed his hand, and dragged him off to his bedroom.  For safety sake, I
locked the door behind us.

"You know, general," I began, "that, after your little grandstanding in
school today, you're going to have to tell your father and your brother
that you're gay."

"I've already done that.  I told them yesterday.  I figured if I was going
to tell everyone else at school then I had to tell them first."

"How did they take it?"

"They were, actually, both pretty cool about it.  It didn't seem to bother
them at all.  Justin did approach me later and he guessed that that was
what our falling out was about.  In fact, he was thinking about talking to
you about it today or tomorrow.  He's been missing you, too, and he was
willing to do anything to get us back together."

"Damn.  I love that little shit as well.  He's a good kid and a damn fine
brother...to both of us."

"Yes, he is."

"Did you know he cornered me before?"

"Yeah, I saw you two talking that day after the football game but Justin
wouldn't tell me about anything that was said.  Then, he tried to get me to
tell him what we fought about.  I wouldn't or couldn't.  I just wasn't
ready to get into it with him.  I take it you wouldn't either."

"I told him that some day I might but I couldn't just then.  He was really
concerned about both of us.  I guess I'll have to talk to him soon and then
make it up to him as well.  Come on, I didn't come here to talk.  I came
here for some action."

"Tony, you don't have to do this for me."

"I'm not, bud.  This time I'm doing it for both of us."

"But I thought that you didn't want to do this gay shit any more."

"That's what I said, but I said it because I was afraid that I was liking
what we were doing far too much for me to be comfortable with it.  Like I
said earlier, I don't know if I'm gay or if I'm bi, but either way I can
still make love to you.  Not only can I but, now, I definitely want to."

Jordan started crying and he pulled me into him.  "I love you, you big
jock," he whispered in my ear, "and I'll make love with you or to you any
time you want."

"I do have to tell you something first, though, Jordan.  In fact, you'll
probably get a good laugh out of this one.  You might know that I've been
seeing Amber Jones."

"Yeah, I've seen you with her."

"Well, we made out a lot and, well, I even fucked her."

"And you think this is going to make me feel better or laugh?"

"Not that, there's more.  The more I looked at her and the more things that
I did with her, the more she reminded me of you.  She could really be your
twin sister.  You've got a lot of the same features, you have very similar
personalities, and you're both very athletic.  No matter what she did, I
saw you.  I think that's why I started going out with her."

"Because she looked like me?"

"Not only looked like you, I wanted her to be you.  When we kissed, I
compared her to you.  When I ate her out, I compared her taste to yours.
When I fucked her, I compared it to when we did it together.  No matter
what we did, I compared her to you, and you always won out.  I thought that
everything you and I had done together was far better than what she and I
did together.  That's what I meant when I said that I'd been thinking about
you a lot and often at the damnedest times."

"That is funny.  I always won, huh?  I was always was better at things and
beat her out?"

"Always.  Let that stroke your competitive ego."  We both chuckled.  "Come
on, dude.  I need a taste of that better action again.  I hope my memory
didn't embellish the truth."

"You bastard.  I'll show you that, if anything, your mind most likely
forgot how good it could actually be.  I'll make you forget all about her."

Hurriedly, we undressed each other, like two cannibals at a picnic.  Soon
our mouths were locked, seeking those wondrous feelings that had been so
long denied.  Slowly we moved down each other's torso and reacquainted
ourselves with the body we had so longed to hold.  I took charge of the
situation because I had been the one to create this whole mess in the first
place and I owed Jordan the best apology I could work upon his angelic
form.  I licked my way down his chest, stopping to give special attention
to both nipples and his navel, before I dropped down to that perfect cock
which I had missed so much.  I tasted every square centimeter of his
boyhood, savoring the smell and flavor of his youthfulness.  Then, I
swallowed that marvelous entree and sucked his cock with a vigor that would
make up for all of those blowjobs we had missed.  Jordan erupted in such a
powerful orgasm that I thought both of our heads might explode.  That was
just the start of our wondrous afternoon.

After I had finished with him, then Jordan returned the favor.  He took
hardly any time at all in recovering from his orgasm and he reached out for
my dick.  He took hold of it and mopped the entire surface of my sausage
with his marvelously stimulating tongue before he let my rod slide
completely down his throat.  He rocked so tenderly up and down on my boner
and his tongue and lips aroused me to new heights.  I was so excited being
with him again and benefiting from his expert touch that my loins were
engulfed in a five-alarm fire and I was nearly ready to shoot.  It only
took a few more dives up and down my throbbing mast before my sprinkler
system went off and covered Jordan's throat with a generous coating of my
frothy treat.  Jordan swallowed it eagerly to help douse his own fires and
soon we were back under control.  The raging inferno that had once consumed
us was now down to a roaring flame in our internal fireplaces.  We still
weren't completely satisfied and we swung around and into a 69 position and
we sucked each other off, for a second time.

After we recovered from that session, I made Jordan an offer. "I know that
you've always wanted my butt and I did let you have it once but I'm ready
for you to take it again.  You better find your baby oil and lube me up if
you don't want to miss out."

Jordan flew off the bed and grabbed the small bottle from his nightstand.
He hopped back on the bed and rolled me over quickly, pushing my chest onto
the mattress and pulling my hips into the air.  Within seconds, his hand
was all slicked up and he was stretching my tight chute.  When I suggested
to him that I was ready, Jordan oiled up his own pole and he was poised to
enter.  Jordan had grown more since the first time we had done this and I
was a little concerned about his increased girth.  He was very gentle,
though, as he worked the head of his cock into me.  I winced slightly and
he stopped, a look of concern on his face.  I assured him that I was all
right and he proceeded.  He inched his way into me until he was fully
embedded in my bowels.  I felt fuller than I have ever felt before,
stretched to my limits.  I asked him to give me a few seconds to adapt and
then I gave him the signal to begin his assault.

Slowly at first, Jordan would thrust and withdraw, enjoying the feeling as
his large member was stroked by the tight grip of my smooth, wet boy pussy.
He continued at that slow pace for as long as he could but then he felt
that he had to drive me faster and harder as he began to feel his juices
begin to boil.  His pace continued to quicken until he was pounding my
backside like a car piston whose engine was redlining.  I found myself
enjoying this ride as much as Jordan but it was suddenly over as Jordan
made his final thrust, filled me with a creamy center, and collapsed on top
of me.  We stayed that way for a couple of minutes before we began to hug
and kiss some more.  He eventually slid from my butt and I felt this sudden
emptiness like everyone else in the world had instantly disappeared.  I
assume that this must be vaguely similar to the postpartum feelings that a
woman experiences after giving birth.  It hadn't been in me nearly that
long but I did miss it that much and I told Jordan about these feelings.
He laughed as he looked at my face.

"For a guy who didn't want to do this and who severed our relationship over
it, you sure have done an about-face.  It just strikes me funny that you'd
be the one to miss it after we finished.  I mean I knew I would miss it but
I never would have believed that you would."

We laughed about this briefly before Jordan was urging me to make love to
him.  After we were both greased up, I returned the favor.  I rode him as
lovingly as I could, trying to make up for all of those lost opportunities
and all the pain I had caused him.  I made sweet, sweet love to that tight,
satiny chute that afternoon, experiencing something greater than the birth
of the universe.  What we experienced that wonderful day was the rebirth of
our love, a love that would last until the end of time.  It was a new
beginning, our second chance for happiness, and I knew, then and there,
that I would never squander the numerous possibilities that were now
offered to me.

We rested for a while and got dressed again before Justin came home.  He
was shocked when he saw me and then he laughed.  It seems that he had just
come from my house, looking for me.  He had gone there to talk to me and he
had waited there for nearly an hour before he gave up.  I hugged him
fiercely and thanked him for trying to bring me to my senses way back when.
He never asked how or why we made up, he was just happy that we did.  I
told him that I loved him too and he told both of us the same thing.  He
said that the house had been very empty and very lonely because we had both
been gone for such a long time, me in body and Jordan in spirit.  He said
he already felt a thousand times better than he had during that whole
period of his life.  I again apologized for the sorrow I had caused him and
I told him that he would never have to worry about that happening ever
again.

I then asked him what he thought of his big brother's little performance.
He said that he hadn't seen it because the junior high kids didn't go but
that he had heard that his big brother had been awesome when he stood up to
all those creeps.  I confirmed what he had heard and I told him that he
would have been extremely proud of Jordan, had he been there.  I told him
not to worry, though, because if any of those creeps came after Jordan they
would have to go through me first.  Justin corrected me and said they would
have to go through us first.  We all laughed at that.

Next, Justin asked me if I were gay, too.  I explained to him the same
thing that I had told his brother earlier, that I wasn't sure if I were gay
or bi.  He nodded his head in understanding and then announced that he
thought he too was, at least, bi as well.

"You know, Tony," Justin began, "I've wanted to attack your body ever since
that night you held both of us after our mom died.  I realized that night
how much I loved you, how strongly I was attracted to you, and how much I
wanted to make love to you.  I hope my big brother doesn't mind sharing and
that you've got enough love in you to handle both of us."

We all laughed and I gave Justin a very passionate kiss.  He wasn't
prepared for this and he tried to back away from me.  After a few seconds
he relaxed and it didn't take him much longer to get into it and kiss me
back.  "Little bro, I've got enough love in me to love you both until the
day that I die.  I don't think Jordan will mind sharing and I know that I
am looking forward to some interesting, incestuous three-ways with my two
brothers.  Who knows, maybe Dad will want to join in, too."

Once more, we all laughed and then we hugged each other dearly.  I was
there when their father came home and he walked over and lifted me off the
ground, squeezing all the air from my lungs, before he swung me around the
room.

"Where the hell have you been?" he asked.  "We've all missed you terribly."

"I'm sorry.  I was being very selfish and extremely inconsiderate.  I
promise all of you that it won't ever happen again."

"Tony, I've wanted to tell you for a long time how much I appreciated what
you did for the boys after their mother died.  Justin told me everything
that you did for them those few days.  He even told me that you had to take
them to the toilet, shower with both of them, and then dress them.  He told
me that you slept with both of them and that you held them all night long,
trying to take away their pain.  You were a great friend to them and we all
appreciate that.

"I wasn't with it after Joan died," Dad K continued, "and I'm not sure
either of them would have handled it as well as they did without you.  You
have my, no, you have our deepest thanks and I want you to know that you'll
always be a part of this family and that this will always be your home, if
only your second home."

"Thanks, Dad," I said, looking up into his face so that I could see his
reaction.  "I'll do everything I know how to make you all proud of me.  If
you don't mind, I'm going to call my parents and let them know I'll be
staying here for the night.  I'll ask my dad to drop off my clothes when he
gets the chance."

We all smiled and hugged and we had a wonderful evening together.  That
night, all three of us boys slept together in Jordan's bed, just as we had
done that night after their mother's passing.  There was no sex that night,
only pure love and affection.  The sex would come later but, for now, I was
reunited with my family and safe in the arms of my two loving brothers.

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