Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 11:08:13 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: A Place In My Heart   chapter 1

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A Place in My Heart - by BW                  Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 1 - My Special Friend                February 2000


I guess that Jordan has been in my life for as long as I can remember.  In
fact, I can't think of a time when he wasn't there.  My earliest memories
of him were when we were both around three years old.  Our families lived
down the street from each other, four houses apart, and my parents would
baby-sit for Jordan and his brother Justin when their parents wanted to go
out or just spend some quiet time alone.

It was around that time that my mother had to go back to work, so we could
pay our bills.  Jordan's mother had always been a stay at home mom. His
family was financially better off than ours, as his father had started his
own construction company that was doing quite well.  Well, anyway, Mom went
back to work and, at first, I was sent to a baby-sitter near her job.  A
month or two later, Joan, Jordan's mom, offered to watch me while my mom
was at work for about half the amount that my mom was paying the other
sitter.  It was a win-win situation.  My family saved money, Joan and John
had some extra cash (to put in the boys' college fund) and my best friend
and I got to spend most of our time together.

If you didn't happen to notice this already, Jordan's mom had this
alliteration thing about names.  Hence the family was consisted of Joan,
John, Jordan, and Justin.  Hell, even the cat was included in this naming
process as its name was Jacob.  Weird, but that's the way his mom wanted it
and Jordan's dad didn't argue that point.

Jordan and I were inseparable.  We did everything together.  We ate
together, we played together, we took baths together, and, when we stayed
at the other one's house, we even slept together.  Our parents used to joke
that we were attached at the hip.  This closeness and attachment only grew
stronger as we got older.  When we turned five, we went to the same school
and we were always in the same class.  Of course, that meant we ate lunch
together and played together whenever possible.  Oh, life was wonderful.

When we got old enough to play organized sports, we always made sure we
were on the same teams.  One wouldn't join unless the other one was
included.  This was not a problem since we were both fairly good at sports.
The only exception to this rule was when we played pick-up games in the
neighborhood.  We happened to be the two best athletes among our group of
friends, so they would always make Jordan and me the captains so we
couldn't play on the same team.  This started our little friendly
competition that also grew as we did.

When we hit junior high, things changed a little.  Jordan was very bright
and he was always in the advanced classes.  I, on the other hand, was just
an average student and I was placed in the regular classes.  For the first
time that either of us could remember, we weren't together.  With the
exception of lunch and gym, we hardly even saw each other during the school
day.  Because of this, we made lunch time our special time to sit and talk
to each other about everything that was going on, while we ate.  We would
discuss our classes, talk about the other guys and which ones were cool,
and we'd talk about upcoming games and practices.

We'd also talk about the girls in our class.  We'd decide which ones were
the hottest and, thus, worthy of our attention.  You see, we were now in
7th grade, that wonderful time of sexual awareness, sexual adventure, and
first dates.  Being friends with Jordan didn't hurt either.  All the girls
thought that he was the cutest guy in our class so he had his pick of the
litter, so to speak.  Being his friend meant that a lot of the cute girls
would go out with me, just to get close to Jordan.  I knew that this was
the reason I was rarely turned down when asking a girl out on a date but I
didn't mind.  Jordan was my best friend and, besides, it gave me a
reputation as a lady's man.  Thus, I reveled in the fact that you could
always find me with my best friend and a group of good-looking, popular
girls.

Maybe I should give you a quick description of us.  Jordan is a blond
haired, blue-eyed god.  He was 5'4" with a real firm, muscular frame.  He
wasn't overly muscular but he had a well-developed set of muscles on every
square inch of his body, fine-tuned from playing sports.  He had a gorgeous
face with great features, steely blue eyes that sparkled with his charm,
velvety smooth, golden tanned skin (without a single blemish), and a
beautiful smile that was accented by his dazzling white, perfectly straight
teeth.  In addition to all his other great qualities, the girls rated his
pert, firm, bubble butt as the best in the class.

He also had a great personality, a great sense of humor, and he was very
outgoing.  He was one of those people that God overly endowed with all of
the best.  You just knew that he was going to have a great life. He'd be
the one with a great job with lots of money, a beautiful wife, great kids,
huge house, nice cars...the best of everything.  How can God give some
people so much and others so little?  I didn't mind, though, because he was
my best bud.

I was taller, at 5'8", had hazel colored eyes and had a fairly muscular
body, again from playing sports.  I was handsome, or so I was told, but
compared to Jordan I was the plain Jane at the dance.  Everyone told me
that I had three very attractive features.  They were a killer smile,
shoulder length black curly hair, and a straight and noble Roman nose (due
to my Italian ancestry on my father's side).  My last name is Stevens but
my father's family changed it from De Stefano at the start of World War II,
when anti-Italian sentiment was running very high.

When school started, Jordan and I had one more thing in common.  We both
played on the modified (7th & 8th grade) football team.  Of course, Jordan
was the quarterback/defensive back and I played both offensive and
defensive end.  You wouldn't think that a modified team would pass very
much but we did.  Jordan was an awesome quarterback and, because we
practiced together for years and played junior league on the same team, we
knew each other's moves and expectations.  It didn't hurt that I had sticky
fingers, too, but only in sports, hehehe.  By the time the varsity
homecoming game arrived, we were undefeated with only one game left.  We
attended the homecoming dance with two of the most beautiful girls in our
class.  Ah, life is good.

The day after the big dance, Jordan and I got together to compare notes on
how far we got with our dates when we walked them home.  They lived in
opposite directions from the school so we had to do that part alone.  We
were always very open with each other, talking about girls and sex.  Our
whole sexual development had sort of been a joint effort.  When we were
little, we were always together when we did the
you-show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine thing or playing doctor with the
other kids in the neighborhood.  We even organized the first
spin-the-bottle game after my tenth birthday party (fifth grade).

In sixth grade, Jordan introduced me to the joys of masturbation or beating
your meat, as he colloquially referred to it.  I was staying over one
Friday night at his house.  We had gone to his room to get ready for bed
when he popped the question.

"Tony, do you ever beat your meat?"

"Do I what?"

"Jerk off.  Play with yourself."  After saying this, he gave me a little
hand motion that helped me understand what he was talking about.

"Yeah.  Don't all guys?"

"I would say they probably do.  How often do you do it?"

"I do it more often now, maybe three or four times a week.  What about
you?"

"Almost every night.  When did you do it last?"

"Two nights ago."

"You want to do it now?"

"You mean here...now...in front of each other?"

"Why not?  We've seen each other's cock often enough.  I mean, we've seen
each other naked hundreds of times.  We used to take baths in the same tub
and now we shower together in school, we played all those games with the
other kids together, we change in front of each other...so why not?"

"I just thought this was something you do in private."

"Think about it, that doesn't sound like much fun, does it?  I've done it
by myself because there was no one else around but my little brother and
he's not old enough for sex stuff.  It's kind of depressing to be having a
sexual release all by yourself, though.  Besides, if we do it so we can
watch the other, maybe we could learn some different things to do at the
same time."

"Like what?"

"Well, I don't know but we might find out if we were able to watch each
other.  What do you say?"

I thought about it for a minute but just a minute.  Hell, he was my best
friend and we didn't have any secrets from each other.  "Well, I will if
you will."

"Great.  Undo your pants and sit next to me on the bed.  We can lean
against the wall while we're doing it."

I did what he told me and we were ready to start.  I spit in my right hand
and then rubbed the two of them together to spread the saliva evenly on my
right palm.

"What did you do that for?" Jordan wanted to know.

"I heard some older guys talking one day about doing this.  They said that
it felt better if you wet your hand with spit or used baby oil before you
do it.  Something about the hand sliding easier on your wiener."

"Really?  Wait here, I'll get the bottle of baby oil from the medicine
chest."  Jordan was gone less than a minute when he came back carrying the
small bottle.  "Here, I'll squirt a little on your hand and you can spread
it around.  Okay?"

"Fine."  We both got a squirt, rubbed our hands together, and started
stroking our rigid tools.

"Wow, it does make it better," Jordan exclaimed.  "Sometimes my skin would
get all red and sore if I did it for too long or too often.  Now, maybe it
won't hurt so much.  I like the way my hand seems to glide up and down on
it."

"Jordan.  What are you doing now?"

"When I am playing with myself, I use my other had to rub my balls, at
first, and then I slide a finger from that hand up my butt."

"Why do you do that?"

"Well, when I was at basketball camp this past summer, some of the guys
that I hung around with told me about doing it that way.  They said that it
makes the whole thing feel better and they were right.  You should try it.
It just increases the sensations you feel from doing it and makes it so
much better.  I would always suck my finger and coat it with saliva before
I ram it up my ass, but now I'll just make sure it's coated with the baby
oil.  It slides in and out better that way."

I did try what Jordan told me and it did feel better.  I guess he was right
when he said we might be able to learn things from each other.

After football season ended, Jordan and I moved on to basketball.  Jordan
was the point guard for the 7th grade team and I played center/forward,
depending on who else was in the game with us.  That kept us busy up until
Christmas, when we reached the next plateau of our sexual adventures with
each other.  I had gone over to visit him on the day after Christmas and we
played with his new computer.  His parents bought it as a joint present for
him and his brother.  We were deep into one of his games when Jordan broke
in with an announcement.

"You know we're going to be moving."

"You're what?" I screamed.

"Don't worry.  It won't be for about a year and we're just moving up the
hill.  You remember the old Dodd farm up on top?"

"You're moving to that old dilapidated farmhouse on the dead end road?"

Jordan chuckled.  "Not quite.  Dad bought the farm but he's tearing down
the old house and he's going to build a new one.  It was his Christmas
present to Mom.  He said it wouldn't be completed until around next
Christmas.  Justin and I are going to have our own rooms, with a bathroom
in between for just us.  It's going to be great and we can spend lots of
time together there, like we do now."

"Yeah, it will be nice but I'm going to have to walk up and down that damn
hill to see you.  It won't be as simple as it is now."

"I know but I'm going to have to walk that same damn hill to see you...and
go to school and see my other friends and..."

"All right.  I get the idea.  I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks.  I knew you would be."  He paused for a minute or so.  "Hey, Tony,
let's quit playing games and I'll show you something else on the computer.
What do you say?"

"Go for it, man."

Jordan signed onto the Internet and punched in a bunch of things.  I
couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, he was going so fast, but, before
I knew it, there were pictures of a bunch of nude people on the screen.
This was some sort of nudist site and there were men, women, boys, and
girls doing all kinds of things in the buff.  They weren't all perfect,
like in the magazines, but some of them weren't bad.  Well, to make a long
story short, after looking through all the pictures, there were two horny
young men staring at a blank computer screen.

"Well, I guess it's time to meet Rosie Palm," I said to Jordan.

"Tony.  How about you doing me and then I'll do you?"

"Why?"  I couldn't imagine why my best friend had just asked me that.

"I read somewhere that all guys our age experiment and do these sort of
things.  It said it felt better when someone else did it for you."

"You read that?"

"Yes.  It was some kind of scientific report by some doctor.  It said that,
at some time or other, most boys try sexual things with their friends.  I
couldn't think of anyone else I'd be willing to experiment with except for
you.  How about it?"

"It said most guys do this sort of thing?"

"Yes.  Usually in their teens."

"Well, okay.  Like you said, if we're going to do it, we might as well do
it with each other like we have everything else."

"Here's the baby oil.  You put it on your hand while I get undressed."
Jordan took his clothes off, all of them, and then he jumped on the bed.  I
sat beside him and reached my right hand out for his stiff cock.

"Go ahead.  You're not going to hurt it," Jordan said when he saw my
hesitation.  I had never touched anyone else's wiener before and I was
struggling with the idea.  Finally, I just wrapped my hand around his stiff
member and I began stroking it up and down.  Jordan let out a slight moan
and closed his eyes.  It didn't feel bad, just funny.  I never thought I'd
ever touch another guy's cock.  Doing it to Jordan was kind of like doing
myself only I wasn't feeling the sensations.  I really didn't mind stroking
Jordan's dick.  It was sort of neat to see him enjoying what I was doing to
him.  I kept running my hand up and down his stiff rod, pumping his young
joystick for all it was worth, when his cock began to start throbbing and
twitching in my hand.

"Oh, Ohhhhhhhhh, Tony.  I'm gonna shoot.  I'm...I'm
cuuuuuuuuuminnnnnnnnnnnng."  His body became as stiff as a board and a
giant rope of white cream shot from the tip of his dick, sailing across his
body.  It landed with a splat from his nose to mid-chest.  Then a second
spurt jettisoned from his rocket and landed just below his chest, heading
toward his stomach.  The following spurts coated the area from his penis to
his tits, leaving Jordan and my hand covered in his own boy juices.

Jordan laid still for about a minute as his breathing slowed down to
normal.  When he had recovered from his release, he looked directly at me
with one of his killer smiles.  "That was awesome.  It was ten times better
than I have ever felt when doing it to myself.  I thought it might be a
little better but that was fantastic.  Hurry up, Tony, take your clothes
off and I'll do you."

I threw Jordan his shower towel, which was lying on the floor, and then I
turned to my own needs as he cleaned himself up.  After how Jordan had
raved about what I had just done for him, I nearly tore my clothes off in
anticipation.  I jumped on the bed and waited.  After Jordan finished
wiping the cum from his body, he grabbed my stiffie with his freshly lubed
hand.  As he started to pump on my dick, I, too, discovered the pleasure of
having my body administered to by someone else.  'Little Tony' fell in love
with his new playmate, throbbing eagerly with every movement.  I started
breathing harder and harder, as Jordan continued, and I heard all sorts of
little noises emanating from my body as my mind was floating above the
clouds.  I felt the pressure building on my penis and then I felt the
tingling and churning in my balls.  The end was near.  Suddenly, I
stiffened and arched my body, grabbed the bedding with both hands, and my
toes curled toward the soles of my feet, as Mt. Stevens erupted in a series
of powerful blasts.  Several jolts of boy cream shot from my dick and I was
soon covered in hot, sticky cum.

I was too overcome to speak at first and I just lay in the afterglow of my
orgasm.  I couldn't believe that I had received so much pleasure from
having another boy's hand on my dick.  All sorts of things were going
through my mind when Jordan brought me back to my senses.

"Well, what did you think?"  He kept searching my face, waiting for me to
respond.  Eventually I formed my answer and sort of hissed it at him.

"Fucking great."

Jordan beamed at my response.  "See, I told you so.  You've got to listen
to me more often.  I'm learning all kinds of neat things on the computer
and, now that I have my own, I expect to learn a lot more."

I nodded in agreement and just lay on the bed, not wanting to move.  After
I was coherent again, we discussed how the climaxes we had just experienced
felt and how it felt to be doing each other and touching someone else's
penis.  We compared how we enjoyed doing it to ourselves and then we talked
about how it was different when we did each other.  We talked for a long
time, covering every facet of this new experience until there was nothing
left to discuss.  Eventually, we both prepared for bed and then we crashed
for the rest of the night.

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