Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 19:52:27 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: A Place in My Heart - chapter 4

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A Place in My Heart - by BW                    Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 4 - The Winter of our Despair          February 2000

Fall was here and school had begun.  Jordan and I had joined the
J.V. football team but, for the first time, we weren't starters.  The game
was played a lot rougher at this level and we were on the second string,
behind two sophomores that played the same positions.  Neither one of us
had ever sat the bench before, in any sport, so it was difficult for us to
accept.  We talked it over and we were determined to work hard at practices
and scrimmages to earn the starting berths.

School was going well but I wasn't overly thrilled with my class schedule.
I longed for the good old days when Jordan and I were in the same classes.
He was always there for me, to distract me when the classes were boring or
to help me when the work was too difficult for me to understand.  I don't
think any two people could have had a more perfect friendship.  I thank God
for the fact that our parents had moved into houses near each other, which
allowed us to meet and build the closeness we now shared.  I'm not sure how
my life would have been if he hadn't been in it.

Jordan and I also found enough time to put our moves on some new girls in
school.  No sense eating the same meal when there's a smorgasbord of
available dishes out there for the asking.  Neither one of us had gotten
laid yet, although we'd done nearly everything else.  That sought after
goal would come eventually, as we hoped we would (hehehe).  We weren't in a
real big hurry like some of the other guys were and we knew that it would
happen in due time.  With our time taken up with so many other activities,
we had a lot of diversions to keep our minds off of sex and we had each
other in the meantime.  We refused to dwell on the fact that we still
hadn't climbed Mt. Everest, so to speak.

Jordan's mother was now taking chemotherapy and she was also getting
radiation treatments.  She began to look bad again but we had been warned
that this would happen as a normal result of the procedures.  Her hair
started to fall out and she always had a kerchief wrapped around her head.
When my parents came to visit her, my dad would joke that she reminded him
of his mother and grandmother who used to wrap their heads up in kerchiefs
when they were working around the house.  Thus, I dubbed Mom K the 'Italian
Cleaning Lady' and we would all chuckle over the insider joke.

By the fourth game of the football season, Jordan and I both won starting
positions on offense.  The team was 1-2 by this point and the coach said it
was time to shake up this lackadaisical team.  He said that he had been
impressed with our play at the modified level and he told us that he was
going to give us our chance to prove ourselves at this level.  By the time
the season ended, we were not only starting on the offensive squad but we
were playing about fifty percent of the time on defense.  We finished the
football season with a 5-3 record, not great but the coach said that we
were responsible for turning around the entire season.  He informed us that
he was looking forward to our returning next year.

Now, we were up to basketball season and Jordan became the starting point
guard for the J.V. squad.  I was a backup forward.  Jordan was now 5'10"
and I was 5'11'.  I didn't have the height for the forward position any
more but I didn't have the ball handling or outside shooting skills for the
guard position.  I was a battler and a slasher under the boards and it was
only my hustle that helped me make the team.  I watched Jordan excel as I
sat on the sidelines and cheered him on.  I wasn't jealous in the least and
I got pleasure from watching him succeed.  He did his best to keep my
spirits up but I was soon realizing that basketball wasn't going to be my
game.

Mom K was beginning to look very fragile from her treatments.  Everyone
kept telling us that this was normal and her spirits remained very high.
It was just hard to see her this way but we gradually grew to accept it.
When I would stay over at their house, Jordan and I would occasionally
participate in more of our sexual practice sessions.  I would often be the
one that initiated these sessions, not because I wanted to have sex with
Jordan but because this was my way of distracting him from the worries that
he was harboring.  We did the same things we had done before but we were
just 'perfecting' our skills, as Jordan would say.  The only difference was
that sometimes Jordan would work two or three fingers up my ass, instead of
the normal one.  He always did it jokingly.  He would tell me that he
wondered if his girlfriend would be this loose or he would say that it felt
like I must have had a baby because I was getting so stretched out.  Not
wishing to be outdone, I would frequently do the same to him, using
multiple fingers to ream his ass.

By Christmas time, Mom K had come down with pneumonia and she was
completely bedridden.  Dad K would take her to her numerous doctors'
appointments and then he would do everything around the house, with the
boys' help.  He would also have to keep up with the demands of his business
and he was beginning to look as run down as his wife.  We now began to
worry about the both of them and we all tried to help out as much as
possible.  Christmas was very subdued this year and I spent the majority of
my time at their house, trying to lend a helping hand and trying to
distract them from their concerns.

I could tell that Jordan was very depressed throughout the holidays
although he tried to put on a good show for his friends and relatives.  I
was determined to help him through this period and I was going to find a
way that he could enjoy the holidays like he should.  Every night I would
sleep with him in his bed and, every night I would be awakened by the
sounds of his crying or the vibrations from his uncontrollable sobbing.
After three consecutive nights of this, I decided that I needed to do
something to take his mind off of his parents' conditions.

"O.K. dude.  Are you ready for a little fun?"

"Not tonight.  I'm not in the mood."

"Listen to yourself.  We're beginning to sound like an old married couple.
Not tonight, dear.  I'm not in the mood.  I have a headache."  He looked at
me sternly and then started to laugh at my little joke.

"All right.  What did you have in mind?"

"Do you think you're ready for your first piece of ass?"  I really wasn't
ready for it myself but I was willing to do it to bring Jordan out of his
funk.

"Do you really mean that?" he asked in disbelief as he positioned himself
on his knees next to me.  "I know that you've always been opposed to doing
that.  You mean that you'd really do it just for me?"

"Of course I would.  Hey, what are best friends for?  You just have to
promise me that you'll take it really easy and be very gentle with me.  I'm
not into pain."  Jordan flung his arms around me and squeezed the air out
of my lungs.  At least momentarily, I could see his former sparkle
re-ignite and, besides, we've got this Christmas tradition thing to uphold,
hehehe.

"I love you, Tony.  You're awesome.  Thank you.  Thank you soooooo much.  I
never believed that we'd ever do this because I knew how much you were
against it.  You're so freaking awesome, man.  I mean it.  I really, really
love you, Tony."

"A little easy on this love talk, bro.  I don't want anyone thinking that
we're switching teams and that were going all queer here or something.
This is our secret and this one we take with us to our graves.  I'm only
doing this for you.  I'd never do this for anyone else.  You understand
that, right?"

"Loud and clear, mon capitaine.  Damn, you're the greatest."

"Yeah, enough talk.  Grab the baby oil and let's get this over with."

Jordan grabbed the baby oil out of his dresser and oiled up my hole,
working first one, then two, and finally three fingers into my butt.  Then
he greased up his rod, rock solid from the excitement, and he was ready to
pop my cherry.  He said he wanted to do it facing me, like he would with a
girl, so he had me lie on my back and drape my legs over his shoulders.  I
was really apprehensive about what was to come but, what the hell, he is my
best friend and this did make him forget about his problems.

He poised his engorged member at the entrance to my love tunnel and he told
me to relax.  Yeah, easier said than done.  He started to apply some
pressure and soon the head of his penis penetrated the ring guarding my boy
cunt.  I winced in pain as a burning sensation swept across my rectum as
the head entered me for the first time but I wasn't about to let him know
or stop him at this point.  I'd just buck up and take one for God, country,
and my best friend.  Jordan had grown considerably since we first started
our sex games and he had, now, nearly seven inches of hard boy tool
beginning to penetrate an area that was only designed as an exit.  Even
though his dick was on the slender side, I still felt a small amount of
pain as he continued to work it into me.

Jordan had worked nearly half of his rod into my cavern and he asked me how
I was doing.  Using my best bravado, I told him that it was a stroll in the
park.  I think that he saw through my little deception but he kept inching
his woody into me until I could feel the front of his legs pressed against
the back of mine.  Jordan stayed in that position, allowing my tunnel time
to adapt to his tool being in it, and then he began with his long, slow
stroking of my love canal.  I was shocked that the pain was slowly replaced
by waves of pleasure as his penis kept stroking my prostate as it glided in
and out of my hole.  Jordan's rhythm was quite pleasurable and I was sure
that his future girl friends were going to love being stroked by this
young, handsome stud.

I heard myself moaning as the tingling and enjoyment overtook my body and I
couldn't believe that it was making me feel this good.  I'm not gay and I'm
not going to be some faggot's queen.  I'm only doing this to help out a
friend and that's all.  This will probably be the only time I ever do this
and I'm not going to be anybody's girlfriend or some guy's boyfriend.
Let's get this straight.  I ain't no fucking queer.

Jordan was hastening his pace, stroking me faster and faster as we
continued.  I knew he would soon be blowing his load up my chute and I was
prepared for it to happen.  The look on his face was priceless as he
prepared to make his first deposit ever in anyone's love bank and I knew
that my sacrifice was well worth whatever pain, discomfort, or humiliation
that it might have caused me.  Jordan was now really getting into it and he
started to fuck like a bunny, in short rapid strokes.  It was then that he
arched his back, drove his dick in as far as it would go, and sprayed my
slightly raw lining with his hot boy spunk.  Several bursts of jizm filled
my intestines as Jordan began to relax, lost in the afterglow of his virgin
fuck.  Completely spent, he collapsed on the bed next to me, his chest
heaving in the lasting excitement of the moment.  I was also worn out from
this sexual workout and I elected to just lie on the bed next to my best
friend.

Jordan remained motionless for several minutes before he rolled over and
looked me in the eye.  "I knew the fucking was going to be great but that
was unbelieeeeeeeevable.  Tony, you are the absolute greatest.  I love you,
man, I really, really love you."

"You're welcome but let's cut out this love shit, O.K.?  I only did this to
help a friend and I will never do this for anyone else.  I hope you enjoyed
it because we're probably never going to do this again.  Are we clear?"

"Perfectly, but I still love you.  You're the greatest friend in the world.
It's your turn now.  Go ahead, get me ready."

"Jordan, you don't have to do this.  It's not necessary."

"I know but I want to.  If I knew that you weren't going to let me return
the favor then I would never have agreed to it in the first place.  You've
been so great about all of this so don't make me feel guilty, now, by not
letting me do the same thing for you."  Now, he flashed me that patented
pleading look of his.  I tried to turn away but he reached over and pulled
my face back toward his own.  After looking at that pathetic puss of his, I
acquiesced once more and let my friend have his way.

Jordan tossed me the bottle of baby oil and laid on his back on the bed.  I
lubed up his hole and my pole, the same way he had done earlier, and I
positioned my throbbing cock in front of his bull's-eye.  I must admit that
I was quite excited about my first piece of ass, even if it was my male
best friend.  I began to apply a slight pressure at his anus, trying to
gently press my dickhead past the firm ring of his rosebud.  I was rewarded
with the sudden surrender from his sphincter and the tip of my dick entered
his boy pussy for the first time.  I immediately looked into his face to
see if he was suffering any pain but he seemed to be fine.  I paused just
the same, allowing his body time to adjust, before I continued the assault
with my 7.75", fairly thick, weapon.

When I felt that he was ready, I started to work my prick further up his
tunnel until I rested, balls deep, into his satiny smooth hole.  Again, I
waited for him to accept the intruder and to adjust to its size before I
began to withdraw and then redeposit my throbbing cock in his virgin ass.
I tried to keep a slow, steady pace, as Jordan had done, but I was too
overcome with the pleasure and I started to ravage his asshole with quicker
and quicker strokes.  I never thought fucking a guy could feel this good.
I always considered it sick and disgusting but this wasn't bad at all.
Lost in the pleasures that overtook me, I began my jackhammer pounding of
his bunghole.  He was so tight and smooth and I could feel his lining
slowly causing my testicles and prostate to produce my love juices.  All of
this was sending me over the edge and I could feel the boiling down deep in
my loins that informed me that I would soon be forced to empty my semen
into his bowels.  I was stroking so fast that my cock was only a blur as it
rammed in and out of him.  I had left the world of virgin males, never to
return again.  Those electrical sensationss were flooding my body as my
climax engulfed me, so I stiffened, arched my whole body and drove my penis
into my friend, as far as it would go.  I screamed aloud as my scalding
boyhood exploded from my prick and flooded my partner's channel.  My head
was spinning and my eyes were temporarily blinded as brilliant flashes of
colors and shapes whirled in my mind.  I slumped to the bed on top of
Jordan, my cock still deep in his boy cunt.  I lay that way until Jordan
got my attention.

"I hate to disturb you, dude, but you're crushing me.  You're going to have
to get off of me before I suffocate or before you smash something that I
might need later."

"Sorry," I apologized as I rolled off of him, my cock making a plopping
noise as it was forced out of its pleasure giving home.  "I didn't mean to
hurt you."

"It wasn't that bad.  So, how did you enjoy it?"

"It was incredible, Jordan, absolutely incredible.  Thank you for talking
me into it and for letting me do it to you.  Only a best friend like you
would ever think of my pleasure before his own.  Thanks again, bud, you're
terrific."

"You're welcome, but I had a great teacher.  You're the one that taught me
that I could get more out of pleasing a friend than I could out of trying
to please myself.  You've always been there for me, even when it was hard
on you, and I wouldn't do anything less, in return.  This was to reward you
for the loyalty and devotion you've shown me in everything that you do.
You're my hero, my role model, and my best friend.  Anything I am or
anything that I do is because of you."

"Hey, we're good friends and all, but don't overdo it.  You've always been
the other half to my soul, my brother in spirit if not in blood, and I
wouldn't feel complete or satisfied unless you were happy and enjoying
life.  Now, that's enough of that.  Let's get some sleep so we can help
your folks tomorrow.  There's still a lot of work to do."  We went to sleep
and, sometime during the night, I felt Jordan's arm drape itself over my
chest as he kissed me on the cheek.

Our vacation was over and we returned to school.  Soon, the basketball
season finished, our record was 10-2, but I didn't feel like I had much to
do with the team's success.  Jordan had had another fine season but what
else would you expect from such a terrific athlete?  The winter was
starting to fade as I walked the two brothers home one day in mid-march.
We walked into their house, only to find their father crying in the living
room.  He must not have heard us enter and he turned away quickly, to dry
his tears and make himself presentable.

"Come in, boys, and sit down.  I need to speak to you."

"What's up, Dad?" Justin inquired.

"What is it?  What's wrong?" Jordan followed.

"Just listen.  I need to tell you something."  His eyes were all red and I
could tell that he was fighting to maintain his composure.  "I'm sorry,
boys, but your mother is...well...she's gone."  He started weeping again.

"Gone?  You mean like in dead?" Jordan screamed.  His father could only nod
in the affirmative.  "But how?  Why?"  We were all crying now, sobbing
hysterically at the news.

"The doctors said," Dad K began, his voice cracking with emotion, "that
there was more cancer ravaging her body and she just couldn't fight it any
more.  Your mom had a heart attack about an hour ago and she left us.
She's at peace now, and her suffering has finally ended.  She's in heaven
with God and we'll all see her again someday in the future."

"But...but." Jordan couldn't finish his thought and began bawling harder
than I had ever seen him cry before, not that I've ever seen Jordan cry
very often.  I wrapped my arms around him and drew him into my chest.  I
was trying to comfort him but not knowing exactly what I should do.  I
looked over his shoulder to see his father holding Justin in the same
manner.  The room was filled with tears and the sounds of the
uncontrollable sobbing of four grief-stricken males.  We all felt totally
helpless and sooooooo alone.  How could this happen?  She had seemed to be
doing so much better.  How could God take her from us now, after everything
we'd all been through?

Later, after things had settled down a bit, I called my parents and told
them the news.  They already knew about Mom K, having heard the news from a
friend who worked at the hospital, so I asked if I could stay with Dad K
and the boys so I could try to help them through this.  My parents agreed,
without hesitation, and my mother said that she would pack some clothes up
and have my father drop them off for me.  I thanked her but she thanked me
instead, telling me that I was a good son and an even better friend.  Dad
dropped the clothes off about an hour later, along with some food for our
evening meal.  None of us felt much like eating and we only nibbled at the
food.  Once again, I was proud of my parents and their generous gesture to
help a grieving family of friends.

That night, I asked both boys to sleep with me, knowing that Dad K needed
some time alone to work things out for himself.  We lay in bed, one on
either side of me, with my arms around their bodies holding them close.
They each had one arm draped across my chest, reaching across and touching
their brother in a comforting fashion.  All I could do was to hold them
tightly to me, letting them know that they were not alone and trying to let
our combined strength see us through this darkest period of our young
lives.

Even after we awoke, I tried to do everything I could for them.  I had to
lead them to the toilet and wait for them until they were finished.  The
boys were in such a daze that I actually had to get into the shower with
each one of them and clean them up for the calling hours and funeral.  I
helped them dress, tied their shoes and ties, and stayed by their sides
nearly every minute we were at the funeral parlor.  Every time they looked
at the casket, they would start sobbing again and I would try to comfort
them as best I could.  Even though I was feeling as badly as they were, I
knew that I had to be strong for them, the rock on which they could depend
for stability.  Those few days, the period of her death and the funeral,
were by far the longest three days of my life.

I sat between them in the church as the priest delivered his eulogy and I
stood beside them at the cemetery. They swayed back and forth as the
graveside service was conducted, their knees failing them due to their
grief and lack of sleep.  This was, by far, the worst time for the boys
throughout the entire three days and the two of them totally lost it as the
coffin was slowly lowered into the ground.  It was as if that small action
had brought the reality of the situation crashing into their consciousness
and weighing down their souls.  I rode with them back to their house and I
took them straight to Jordan's room.  They needed to avoid contact with all
of the guests that were wandering through the house, idly chatting, and
eating the food that so many others had brought.  I got them out of their
suits, into some comfortable clothing and I cuddled with them on the large
bed.  They clung to me, like tape to paper, and I kept telling them that
everything would be all right and the pain would eventually go away.  We
stayed like that until the following morning, only breaking from our group
embrace for occasional toilet breaks or long enough for me to make them
take a drink or have a bite to eat.  These two were truly my brothers, now
more than ever.

We all stayed out of school, for over a week, until I convinced them that
their mother would have been the first one to get them to resume their
lives.  With great trepidation, they took their first steps back to a
normal life without their mother around.  Dad K had gone back to work but
his foreman was pretty much running the show, trying to take as much
pressure away from him as he could.  I ended up staying at their house for
nearly a month before I returned to my own bed.

I did talk Jordan into playing baseball but our hearts weren't in it.  I
even talked the coach into letting Justin become the team manager so he
could be with us every day, where I could watch over him as well.  We had a
mediocre season, winning only half of our games, but I thought that it was
important for both boys to get out of the house as much as possible.  There
were too many memories linked to the house that caused flashbacks.  These
mental reminders only served to punctuate their enormous loss.

Summer was nearly upon us when I began to notice the first smiles emanating
from Jordan and Justin's faces as they slowly let the burdens of grief lift
from their bodies.  Ever so slowly they were on their way back to their
normal selves.  They had dealt with their grief, worked their way through
the various stages, and now they were nearly reconciled with it.
Gradually, the color was returning to their cheeks, the sparkle was
returning to their eyes, and their hearts were accepting the inevitability
of their loss.  Dad K, however, wasn't bouncing back quite as quickly as
his sons.

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