Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2000 15:46:14 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: A Place in My Heart - chapter 2

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A Place in My Heart - by BW                 Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 2 - It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  February 2000

The time after Christmas went by quickly.  Before we knew it, the
basketball season had ended.  We finished with an 11-1 record, to go with
our undefeated football season.  I told you we were good at sports.  Soon,
the winter would be over and spring would be making its appearance,
ushering in the baseball season.

We spent much of that in between time on Jordan's computer and we found
some other sites with nude pictures and we also found some with sex
stories.  We continued our sexual education until baseball began and our
free time was taken up.  Of course, Jordan was the pitcher/shortstop and I
played third base and shortstop when Jordan was pitching.  He batted third
in the line-up and I batted fourth. The coach put us in the order like that
because Jordan hit for average and I had more power.  Everything we did
seemed to complement the other.  Everyone deserved a best friend like we
were to each other.

The end of school was fast approaching and, along with it, the end to
another sport's season.  Our last game was a joke.  Jordan pitched a
no-hitter and had five hits.  I had two homeruns and two singles.  We
killed the other team 18-0 and finished the season 13-1.  Our only loss was
an away game that Jordan couldn't pitch because he had pitched two days
earlier.  Our second pitcher was out sick and we had to use our third
pitcher.  He started to have trouble in the middle of the game and he was
getting hit really hard.  We didn't have any other pitchers so the coach
started using people who hadn't pitched since Little League.  It was all
downhill from that point.  I guess you could say that they didn't have
their best stuff and they walked a lot of batters.  When they did get the
ball over, the other team hit it.  We ended up losing 16-8.  Oh well, it
was still another great season.

School was now over and Jordan and I had both done really well on our final
report cards.  Summer was here and with it came a carefree summer of fun
and games, or so we thought.  It seemed that Mr. Koontz, Jordan's dad, had
a summer job planned for us, helping to build their new house.  My parents
had already agreed to let me do it and I was actually going to get paid.
My wages were strictly under the table, because of my age of course, but I
would be making money.  Jordan and I were used to carry materials back and
forth to the workers and clean up their messes when they were done in an
area.  It wasn't a bad job but it was more fun because we did it together.
I felt good, knowing I was helping Jordan's family build their new house
and, when I would stay over after it was finished, I would feel that it was
part mine, too.

One week I worked alone because Jordan was off to his yearly basketball
camp.  My parents couldn't afford to send me but next year I was going to
join him and use some of the money that I earned working for his dad.
Mr. Koontz had already informed us that, if we wanted to, he would do the
same thing for us next summer and let us help at whatever site he was
working on.  It felt, good knowing that I could make my own money, to use
as I pleased, and that Mr. Koontz thought we were doing a good job to boot.

On weekends, we would play sports with our other friends, go swimming, go
to the movies, or play video games.  We did somehow manage to always find
time to get on the computer and continue our 'education'.  Our busy
schedule caused the summer to fly by and we were soon ready to begin 8th
grade and play on the modified football team for the second year.  We went
and had our physicals and talked to the coach.  It looked like another
great season.  The coach said he had been surprised at how well we had done
last year as 7th graders and he continued by saying that he expected for us
to do even better now that we were bigger and more mature.  Jordan was now
5'7" and I had grown to 5'10".

School was a blast and we resumed our dating and social life, picking up
our dating schedule right where we had left off last year.  We were so busy
over the summer that we didn't have much time for girls.  But now, our
dates often included a lot of kissing and some pretty heavy petting.  At
least I knew that mine did and Jordan told me that his was the same.  We
finished off another undefeated football season and moved on to 8th grade
basketball.  On our days off from school, we still helped Jordan's dad with
the house and, by Thanksgiving, it was nearly done.  We worked that whole
holiday with him and they planned to move in the first full week of
December.

Two days before Christmas, Jordan's family threw a huge Christmas party for
all of their friends, using the party as an excuse to show off the new
house.  Of course, my family was included in the festivities.  I gave my
parents the grand tour, since I knew the house as well as anyone, and they
were very impressed with what they saw.  Everyone had a great time and I
helped Mr. & Mrs. Koontz clean up that night and the next day, as I had
stayed overnight.

Two days after Christmas, I stayed over again.  We spent a great deal of
time on the computer and we were both extremely aroused as evening rolled
around.  That's when Jordan hit me with something new.

"Tony, have you ever had a blow job?"

"No.  Not yet."

"I was thinking.  Most of the girls our age probably don't know how to give
one.  We'd most likely have to teach them how to do it and it's going to be
hard for us to teach them if we've never had one."

I nodded my head in agreement and I wondered where my friend was going with
this line of thought.  I soon discovered the answer to my question.

"I thought that, if you were willing, we could give one to each other and
then we'd know how to teach the girls.  I mean, the other things we've done
with each other really worked out great and I just thought that this would
probably work out as well."

I didn't answer right away.  I just looked at him and thought about it.
When I had my thoughts organized, I answered him.  "I don't know, Jordan.
Having a cock in my mouth would make me queer or something and I ain't no
fag."

"It wouldn't make us queer.  We'd just be doing more experimenting, like
with those other things.  Remember that article that I told you about
before?  It said that this is another thing that boys try with each other.
It says most of the boys end up being straight even though they did
experiment by doing these things on other boys first."

"I still don't know.  It just doesn't sound right, putting another guy's
dick in your mouth."

"Look, I'll tell you what.  I'll do you first and then you can decide if
you want to return the favor."

"If I let you blow me, then it's still my decision if I want to blow you,
right?  I mean, it doesn't make it automatic or anything?"

"No.  I'll suck you and then you can decide.  If you don't want to, that
will be fine with me, but if you do that would be great."

"Okay.  I'll do it as long as I'm not going to get forced into it."

"You're going to love it.  Get undressed and get on the bed."

I did as I was told and Jordan was beside me, getting ready to do the deed.
He took my cock in his hand and stroked it a few times to make sure it was
really hard.  Then, he bent over annd started to lick around the head of my
shaft.  A sensation of pure joy swept over me as he began to pay attention
to my little friend.  His tongue was all over me as he continued to lick
down and around my shaft before he worked his way down to my balls.  He
flicked his oral muscle out against the sensitive skin of my ball sac,
delicately washing the entire surface, and then he took one of my balls
into his mouth, licking it and swishing it around in his hot, moist
orifice.  After sucking and gently nibbling on it for a while, he let that
one fall from his lips before he searched out the other, surrounded it with
his with his warm oral cavity, and then he performed the same ritual on it
as he did on its twin.  When he had finished playing with my nuts, he
licked his way back up my dick and then he swallowed nearly all of my 6.5"
circumcised member.

Jordan kept licking my steel rod and his head bobbed up and down its
length.  He was very careful about keeping his teeth from scraping the skin
as he sucked on my prick like he was sucking a thick milkshake through a
straw.  The sensation was overwhelming and I couldn't lie still.  My body
wiggled under him, as I moaned in delight, and I could feel my testicles
boiling as they were preparing to send my hot load up my shaft.

"I'm almost ready to shoot," I warned my friend so he could pull off before
the explosion.  Jordan didn't move away, he just continued to bob his blond
head up and down my quivering member.  "Jordan, I'm...going to...cum.
I'm...almost... there.  I'm...aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...cuuuuuuuuuuminnnnnnnnng."
With that pronouncement, the electricity shot through my body and my seed
erupted into Jordan's mouth. There were several forceful spurts of that
creamy white fluid but Jordan just kept sucking on me until my penis
deflated and the last of my juices were drained from it.

When I had sufficiently recovered from this tremendous climax, I spoke to
Jordan.  "Why the hell didn't you pull off?  I warned you in time.  Why did
you go and swallow my load?"

"I figured that you'd enjoy it better that way and it wouldn't be any worse
that eating a cunt and swallowing some girl's pussy juices.  Heck, it
didn't even taste that bad.  I didn't mind it at all."

I was totally confused.  I wasn't sure if he meant what he said or if he
just said that to try to convince me to do the same to him.  I mean, I
understand what he was saying about it being about the same as pussy juices
and all, but I don't think a guy is supposed to swallow another guy's
spunk.  Is he?  Jordan just sat there looking at me, grinning at my
expressions as I pondered the dilemma.

"Well, you did seem to enjoy it.  Didn't you?"

"Yes.  It was really great and all, but it just doesn't feel right that you
swallowed it.  Thank you for doing it for me, I don't want to seem
ungrateful or anything."  I paused for a minute, looking at my friend.
"How was it for you?  Was it gross?  Did you feel terrible doing it?"

"Like I said, it wasn't bad and I didn't feel funny at all.  Actually, I
felt good that I could give you as much pleasure as I saw you having from
it.  It wasn't icky at all.  We both shower enough so we're both clean.
Your dick didn't have much of a taste at all and your cum was a little
salty but kind of sweet, too.  I didn't mind doing you in the least."
Jordan stopped and looked into my face.  He was displaying a grin that went
from ear to ear.  I could tell that he wanted to say something but his
mouth would start to open and then just shut again.  After several false
starts, he finally asked his question.  "What about you?  Have you decided
whether you want to try doing it to me?"

I looked at him but didn't answer right away.  I was still rolling it over
in my mind.  I kept looking up at Jordan and he had this sad, pleading look
on his face.  He didn't say anything and he didn't try to put any pressure
on me but I could tell by the look in his big puppy dog eyes that he wanted
it badly.  "If I do this for you, you've got to promise that you'll never
tell anyone what we did, ever."

"Of course I'll promise," he answered with that huge grin reemerging across
his face.  "I'd never tell a soul.  I wouldn't want anyone to think were
fags now, would I?"

"No, I guess not.  O.K. then, get undressed and I'll return the favor."

Like he had with the hand job, Jordan nearly shredded his clothes in an
effort to get them off in a hurry.  He lay on the bed beside me with that
damn grin plastered across his face.  "I knew you wouldn't let me down,
Tony.  You're the best friend a guy could ever have."

"Yeah, well, you're not so bad either.  Now, shut up and let me get to
work."

I bent over Jordan and gave his cock a tentative swipe with my tongue,
still not convinced that I wanted to do this.  I wanted to check out the
taste first.  He was right.  It didn't have much of a flavor and what there
was wasn't bad.  I licked it now with more conviction.  I ran my tongue
around the head, as he had done, and I flicked my tongue at his slit.
Jordan let out a fairly loud moan when I did that and his head jerked to
one side.  I licked my way down his shaft toward his testicles before I
lapped and sucked at that whole hairless area.  After coating the entire
area with my saliva, I took one of his balls into my mouth, sucking and
nibbling on it as he had done to me.  After performing the same act on his
other nut, I licked back up the length of his organ to his perfect helmet.
His 5.5" circumcised cock stood at strict attention, pulsing only slightly
with each beat of his heart, as I opened my mouth and prepared to engulf
it.  I let my tongue lick at his flesh and I let my head slide down his
shaft as my lips caressed the silky skin that covered the rigid pole.  I
could feel his thin coating of pubic hairs tickle my nose as I reached the
base and then I began pumping my lips up and down on his prick.

Jordan was writhing in pleasure as I worked on his joystick and the sounds
he was making were becoming more pronounced as I continued my efforts.  His
hips started to thrust up and down and he shoved his cock upward, into my
mouth, as I began my journey down his pole.  His thrusting was getting more
frantic and I could feel that he was getting near his release.  I had
already determined that I would take his load in my mouth, at least the
first shot, to see what it was like.  Suddenly, Jordan's voice broke into
my thoughts.

"Yeahhhhhhhhhh.  I'm cummmmmmmminnnnnnng.  Ooooooooooohhhhh.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

His throbbing penis expanded in my mouth and I felt the first string of cum
explode against the back of my throat.  It wasn't as disgusting as I
thought it was going to be so I kept sucking on his joint, drawing out the
next few spurts of boy juice.  Wave after wave of his fluids filled my
mouth and I swallowed as quickly as I could to make room for the next
burst.  I did fairly well but a little of his seed escaped from my lips and
rolled down my chin.  After his wad had been spent, I finally felt Jordan's
body relax and he lay motionless on the bed.  I continued sucking on his
deflating member, drawing every drop of his sweet milk from his boy factory
until nothing remained.  Finally, I let his penis fall from between my lips
and I looked up into his perfect face.  It was a few seconds later before
he moved again.

"That was fucking great," he got out after he regained his senses.  "You
did an awesome job for someone who wasn't sure if he wanted to do it.
Thanks, man, you're terrific."  He sat up on the bed and gave me a
tremendous hug, nearly squeezing the air from my body.  I had not been
prepared for this and was caught off guard by the spontaneity of his
embrace.  We had not hugged one another since we were very little but I
just shrugged it off as being generated by the extreme pleasure of the
moment but it was kind of nice, in a way.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, bud.  It wasn't all that bad, but remember,
we don't ever tell anyone else about this.  Agreed?"

"Without a doubt.  Thanks, again, Tony.  You're awesome."

It seems that this type of thing was becoming a Christmas tradition.  For
the last two holiday seasons, Jordan and I had explored a new sexual
experience over the Christmas break.  Last year it was mutual masturbation
and this year oral sex.  Trying a new sexual activity was becoming part of
the holiday season, sort of like hanging the mistletoe or breaking the
wishbone, hehehe.

Soon, the holidays were over and we were back in school.  Once again,
another sporting season was drawing to a close and we ended basketball with
an 11-1 record, identical to last year.  We beat the team that had beaten
us last year and then lost the next game 43-42, after suffering aan
emotional letdown.  It was still a great season.

We impatiently waited for baseball season to arrive, playing catch in the
driveway as the snow melted all around us.  It was more difficult to loosen
up with our winter clothing on but it felt good to be holding a baseball
once more.  Finally, physicals and the try-outs were held and then we began
our last sport season of the school year.  It was another of our great
sport's seasons and we finished undefeated at 14-0.

Everything was really going well as summer arrived and Mr. Koontz asked me
if I was still planning to work for him.  I immediately answered yes, which
brought a huge grin to his face.  I guess now I know whom Jordan inherited
his smile from.

It was just after the Fourth of July when Mr. & Mrs. Koontz sat down to
talk with Justin, Jordan, and me.  They said they had something important
to tell us and, because I was like another son to them, they wanted me
included in this conversation.

"Boys, we have something to tell you," their father began.  "I think that
you know that your mother hasn't been feeling well for a while now.  I've
been taking her to the doctor's for some tests and we have just been
notified about the results.  It seems that your mom might have some
cancerous growths and the doctors want to have her come into the hospital
so they can be removed.  They said that, afterwards, she'd have to have
chemo and/or radiation treatments.  We thought you were all old enough to
know and we wanted to tell you together."

We all sat on the couch with our mouths open, not knowing what to say.  We
knew she had gone to the doctor a couple of times but we thought it was for
something minor, like allergies or a seasonal bug.  We had no idea it was
for something this serious.  Finally, Jordan broke the silence.

"You're going to be all right, aren't you, Mom?"

"Of course, dear.  I just have to have these growths removed and then I'll
be fine."

We all started to breathe again before I spoke.  "Mom.I mean, Mrs. Koontz,"
she smiled at my slip, "when is the operation going to be?"

"I'm to go to the hospital on Thursday."

"That soon?" Justin blurted out.

"Yes, dear.  The doctor doesn't want to wait any longer.  He said that we
had to take care of this as soon as possible."

"How long will you be in the hospital?" Jordan inquired.

"I'm not sure but I'd guess three days to a week, depending on how I do and
what the doctors discover."

"Do you mind if I stay here during that time?" I asked.  "I'll check with
my parents tonight but I want to be with all of you while you're having
this operation."

"That's very sweet of you, Anthony, and I'm sure that the boys will
appreciate your company."

I hardly ever get called Anthony, unless I'm in trouble, but somehow it
just seemed so right at the moment.  I went home and told my parents the
story.  They were very shocked and upset by the news but they rapidly
agreed to my request.  Before I left them, my mom was talking to
Mrs. Koontz on the phone, asking her if there was anything else any of us
could do for them.

I went up to my room, packed my things for the visit, and I wondered about
how this was going to work out.  I realized that this was the first awful
thing that had happened in Jordan's or Justin's young lives and I knew that
I wanted to be there to help them through it.  Justin was 2.5 years younger
than us but he was still like a little brother to me.  Jordan was my friend
and his family was my family.  I had even started calling his parents Mom K
and Dad K during this time.  I just had to be there for them.

Thursday came and the four of us sat in the waiting room while Mom K was in
surgery.  My parents took some time off from work to stop by the hospital
and they brought us sandwiches and sodas so we wouldn't have to leave.
They hugged and kissed us all before they left and Dad K thanked them for
their thoughtfulness.  This was one day that I was extremely proud of my
parents.

Mom K had been in surgery for several hours before the doctor came out to
talk to Jordan's father, alone.  We waited until Dad K returned and he told
us that the doctor said that the operation was over and they had removed
all of the cancerous growths they had found.  He said that Mom K wouldn't
be able to have any visitors, other than himself, until tomorrow.  He said
my parents had mentioned earlier that they were going to stop back later,
on their way home from work, and he was going to ask them to take us home
for the night.  He said he would also ask them to drop us off in the
morning so we could visit with Mom K as soon as she was able to have
visitors.

We all agreed that we would do this and then we went over and gave him a
group hug.  He looked like he had aged ten years in that one day.

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