Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 17:28:36 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: A Place In My Heart - chapter 13

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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.

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