Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 08:22:16 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: A Place In My Heart - chapter 10 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this chapter. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: firstname.lastname@example.org. * * * * * * * * A Place in My Heart - by BW Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 10 - An unusual summer. April 2000 Jordan and I were playing JV baseball and everything was going well. It felt really good to be playing a sport where my best friend was playing the role of my best friend again. I mean, football and basketball season were really the pits this year while Jordan and I weren't speaking. Not only was it great to be playing and to be able to concentrate on the game instead of our relationship, but our old competitiveness returned. Jordan and I discussed the fact that we both wanted to become the most valuable player of the baseball team. That meant it would be a no-holds-barred contest in our efforts to get there, on a friendly level, of course. We were each going to do whatever it took to prove our case. Damn, our juices were flowing and we took advantage of every opportunity we had to take a verbal jab at each other whenever we did something to support our nomination. For example, one game when Jordan was playing shortstop, one of the batters ripped a shot up the middle of the infield. Jordan had positioned himself shading toward second base and he dove for the ball. He speared it just after the first hop. He scrambled to his feet, threw out the runner, and our team went crazy over his fantastic play. As he brushed off his uniform and returned to his position, he looked over at me at third base. "Bet you wish you could do that, huh, stone fists." Then he shot me that wicked grin of his. Later that game I came up to bat. The pitcher threw me a waist high fastball on the outside part of the plate. I got my bat moving early, made solid contact, and ripped it over the left center field fence. As I crossed home plate and was greeted by my teammates, I took my verbal punch at Jordan. "You know, if you'd work on that body of yours once in a while you might be able to do that too, instead of all those infield singles." He flashed me his 'yeah, in your dreams' look and I gave him my best killer smile. The whole season went like that. Jordan hit for a better batting average but I had more extra base hits and more RBI's. Jordan had an excellent season at short and pitching and I did well at third and short. When the season ended, we were 14-0 again and the team voted us co-MVPs. The competition had been fun but I think that we enjoyed sharing the award with each other more than anything else. We were two halves of the same whole. We were a single MVP, if only in our own minds. School had ended and Jordan and I were back working for Dad K's construction company. It was near the end of our first week on the job when Dad K got an emergency call at work. He came over to get us and we sped off to the hospital. Justin had been injured. We didn't have much information. All we knew was that Justin had been injured on the tennis courts behind the high school. A tennis injury can't be that bad. Can it? We all walked into the emergency room, we were directed to his cubicle, and there was Justin lying on the examination table. "What happened, Justin?" Dad K asked him. "I feel so dumb. It was a stupid accident." "That's not important," Jordan added. "We all do dumb things at times. What's wrong and how did you get hurt?" Justin still looked slightly embarrassed but he started his tale. "I was playing tennis with my friend Bobby. We were on the end court at the high school. Bobby was returning one of my shots and he hit it way over my head and over the fence. I didn't want to run all the way to the other end to use the door to the courts and then have to run all the way back around to get the ball. Instead, I decided to climb the fence because it would be quicker. I climbed to the top, jumped down, got the ball and threw it back in to Bobby. I climbed back up to the top of the fence and was ready to jump back down when one of my shoelaces got snagged on the top of the fence. I didn't notice it and jumped. My feet got hung up for a second and my body weight went forward. I landed hands first on the tennis court. I thought I heard a snap and I was in a lot of pain. I think I broke both of my arms. They've already wheeled me over to radiology and taken the x-rays. I was just waiting for the doctor to tell me the results of them and see what they were going to do next. "Just relax," his father told him, "and I'll go see if I can find a nurse or a doctor to see if I can get any information." Dad K left the room and Jordan and I stayed with Justin. "Pretty dumb, huh?" Justin asked us once Dad was gone. "No, Justin," I answered him, "just bad luck. Don't worry, even if you broke anything, it will heal in a few weeks." "Yeah, but we just started summer vacation. That means I won't be able to do much before we have to go back to school." We were trying to make him feel better when Dad K came back into the room with a doctor. "Hello, I'm Dr. Singh. I've looked at the x-rays and you've broken both arms." Justin groaned. "Your right arm is fractured in two places. You've got a fracture near the wrist and there's another fracture just below your elbow. Your left arm is fractured between the wrist and the elbow. We'll have to put casts on both arms and we'll check them again in six to eight weeks. If the rest of you will excuse us, I've got to make sure those fractures are set properly and then I'll cast them up. I'll let you know when I've finished." We went out to the waiting area and sat and talked. It was more than half an hour later before we were called back into the examination room. Justin sat on the table with plaster casts on both arms. The right arm had a cast that went from the base of the fingers to just below the shoulder. There was some kind of padding on the underside of the cast to prevent chafing his chest. The left arm was cast from the palm of his left hand to a point halfway between his elbow and armpit. He looked very pathetic sitting there. The doctor told us that he wouldn't be able to do much for himself for a while and that he would have to keep the casts dry when bathing. He released Justin from his care and we took him home. He was really depressed during the whole ride. When we got back, we all went back to Jordan's room. "This sucks," Justin said disgustedly. "Not only won't I be able to have any fun but I can't do anything for myself. I will even need help to eat or to go to the bathroom." "Don't worry, Justin," I told him. "We'll help you with whatever you need." "I know you will, but it's still embarrassing." "Why? We've seen and handled everything you've got," I continued. "Just don't think about it and everything will be fine. You know you can count on us, little bro." "Yeah, we're here for you no matter what you need," Jordan added. "Hell, I'll even wipe your butt if that will help." "Yeah, it will help because somebody will have to do that for me. Thanks, guys. I knew I could count on you two. I love you both." "And we love you too," Jordan responded. "Yeah, we'd have to love you if we're going to wait on you hand and foot," I added. "Wait on me hand and foot? Heck, this is sounding better all the time. Two slaves to do everything I command." "Don't get too cocky," Jordan chided, "or you'll be on your own and sitting in your own shitty underwear when you can't get to the bathroom by yourself." "Okay. Okay. I get the point. So I don't have two slaves. I have two wonderful, loving brothers who will do anything for me as long as I don't act like an ass." "That's better," I told him. "Now, is there anything you need before I go out and talk to Dad?" "No, I'm fine. I just want to rest for a few minutes." We left Justin on the bed and we went back out to sit with Dad K at the breakfast counter. "Dad, you know that Justin's going to need someone with him all the time," I advised him, "because he won't be able to do anything by himself. I'd be willing to stay here with him and help him out." "That's very generous of you, Tony, but I don't think it will be necessary. I was planning to hire a nurse to stay with him while we were at work and then we can all help him out in the evenings." "I don't mean to knock your plan, Dad, but I don't think Justin will be too happy about a woman having to hold his dick so he can pee or wiping his butt when he has to take a crap. He's used to me and I think it would be easier on him. Besides, I can help to keep him entertained the rest of the day. I know the things he likes and I'll be able to help him with more than just the necessities. What do you say?" "I hadn't thought about it like that. You're right. I'll just hire you instead. You can work here instead of at the construction site. I'll pay you double because this job will take up twice as much of your time. You just let Jordan or me know if you need any help or if you want any breaks from being with him. Deal?" "Of course it's a deal but you don't have to pay me. He's my brother too." "I know, but you'll be taking on the majority of the responsibility for him and I would have had to pay someone. It will be worth it for all of us. Don't argue with me, young man, you're getting paid and you're getting paid double. That's final." Dad K gave me a big hug and kissed me on the forehead. "Let an old man spoil his son once in a while, will you? Do you want to tell Justin about this?" "Yeah, but I'm going to make him squirm for a while first. Play along with me if he comes out to ask any questions. Okay?" "Certainly. I need a way to pay him back for all the worrying he caused me earlier. Get him good." I walked back to the bedroom, planning my scheme along the way. I opened the door and Justin was lying on the bed and Jordan was on the computer. "Dad just hired a nurse to look after you while we're at work. I know her. She's a big, old, fat lady and she can be a real bitch. You better do what she tells you, especially when your clothes are off, or she'll tear your dick off and rip you a new asshole." "Oh, shit. Is she really that bad?" I nodded. "I'm not going to have to let her help me going to the bathroom and all, am I?" "I guess so unless you want us to put you in diapers while we're gone. We'll all be at work so we won't be able to help you. Who else would be able to do it for you if she doesn't?" "Damn. I've got to go talk to Dad." Justin got off of the bed as quickly as he could, considering he had no arms to help him, and he sprinted to the kitchen. "Dad, Tony said that you just hired a nurse to look after me during the day." "Yes, it's all set." "He says she's old and mean. Can't we get someone else?" "I tried but she's the only one available." I could see a smile begin to form on Dad's lips from where I was hiding but Justin was too concerned about his situation to notice it. "But she's going to see me naked and touch me there." "Well, you'll just have to get used to that. It has to be done and she'll be the only one here to do it. Your mother used to do many of those same things for you and it didn't bother you then." "Yeah, but I was a baby or little kid then. I'm bigger now and other parts of me are bigger too. I'm not keen on having her see those parts or hold them." "I'm sorry, Justin, but that was the best I could do. You'll just have to grow up and accept this like an adult." Justin slunk out of the kitchen and down the hallway toward the bedroom. He hadn't seen me follow him out to listen to the conversation and he didn't spot me as I raced back to the bedroom. My sides were nearly splitting as he dragged himself back into the room. Justin went over and flopped down on the bed, letting out a big sigh as he did so. "Can it get any worse?" he whined to himself. I was beginning to feel bad for him. I mean, two broken arms and this terrible news on top of it. I couldn't torture him any longer. "Cheer up, Justin. It's not going to be that bad." "That's what you think," he interrupted. "No, hear me out. Dad didn't hire that old nurse...he hired me. I'm the one who's going to be staying with you and taking care of you." He thought about this for a minute. "You bastard," he screamed. "You knew that all along, didn't you? And Dad...was he in on this too? You just want until my arms heal and I'll break them again when I'm smashing your smirking face in. I'll get back at you for this. You wait and see." "Easy, little brother. We were just pulling your leg a little. Dad was going to hire a nurse but I volunteered to do it instead. I was going to do it for free but Dad insists that he has to pay me for doing it. I knew that you wouldn't feel comfortable with an older woman groping your private parts and I thought you might feel more comfortable with me. I'm only doing this because you're my little brother and I love you so damn much." "Thanks, Tony. I'm sorry. I appreciate what you're going to do for me and I love you too. I didn't mean it when I said I was going to smash your face in. I just couldn't believe that you did that to me while I was already feeling so bad about my summer being messed up." "I'm sorry. I just thought we could all use a little laugh and it might distract you from feeling so depressed for a while. I didn't want to make you feel bad, though." "I know. It is kind of funny, NOW, although I didn't think so then. I still love you, bro, and thanks for offering to stay with me." I explained the situation to my parents and I moved in with the Koontzes while Justin was recuperating. Dad K bought a king size bed to put in Jordan's room so we could all sleep together comfortably and we did nearly every night. Taking care of Justin turned out to be more than a full time job and I guess that I was a little surprised at just how much I had to do for him. When he woke up, I'd take him to the toilet, pull out his penis and I'd hold it for him while he urinated. Then, I'd shake off the last remaining dew drops before I tucked it back into his underwear. Later, I'd remove his underwear, wrap two trash bags over his casts (to keep them dry) and I'd help him get into the bathtub so I could bathe him. I'd wash him all over, shampoo his hair, and then I'd help him out of the tub and dry him with a towel. I would help him get dressed, carefully working each item of clothing over his body so I didn't hurt him, before I would kneel down and tie the laces on his Nikes. Then he'd wait on the bed while I took my shower. Next, we'd go to the kitchen to eat our breakfast. If he wanted cereal, I'd have to pour it into the bowl, add the milk, and feed it to him, one spoonful at a time. If he wanted toast or eggs, I'd have to prepare them for him and then put each morsel into his mouth. I'd have to hold the glass up to his lips and tip it for him whenever he wanted a drink of his milk or juice. When we were finished eating, I'd take him to the bathroom, brush and floss his teeth for him, and brush his hair if it was needed. It was almost like raising a small child. After breakfast, I'd have to help him do whatever it was that he wanted to do at that time. If he wanted to watch TV I'd turn it on, change the channels and adjust the volume for him. If he wanted to use the computer, I'd sign on to it for him, call up the sites he was interested in, and flip through the windows as we went along. He and I looked at a lot of pictures from Jordan's and my favorite sites and we read a whole bunch of stories on Nifty, under the gay-young friends' or the bisexual-young friends' sections. Seeing Justin wasn't sure if he was gay or bi, I thought we should read from both categories. Hell, I wasn't even sure if I was gay or bi, so how could he? All I knew was that I had made a decision that I wanted to be with Jordan more than anyone else, so that's what I did. I was still attracted to Amber and to other girls but I wanted to be with Jordan. If things changed in the future, maybe I'd make a new decision but, unless something happened to Jordan, I couldn't see things being any different from how they were now. Some of the stories that we read on Nifty were really interesting and we discovered a few things that we might want to try with the three of us when Justin's arms had healed. There were other things that Justin liked to do, as well. When he wanted to read a book or a magazine, I'd get it for him, flip through the pages as he read them, and I'd put the materials away when he was done. If he wanted to play games, I would spin the dial or throw the dice for him and then I'd move his game piece. This wasn't much fun when there were just the two of us playing the game but it got a great deal better when Jordan or Dad K joined us. It was best when we all played. This type of assistance was required all day long, so I'd be with him every minute, whether awake or asleep. I'd keep him company all day and I'd usually sleep beside him during the night. Dad K and Jordan would do some of the things for Justin in the evening, especially if he had to use the toilet or he wanted something done, but he was my responsibility and I was going to carry out my obligations to him the best way I knew how. I loved this little shit and I would do whatever he wanted or needed to make him feel better or to speed up his recovery. On about our third day together Justin announced that he was horny and that he needed to get his rocks off. Knowing how I was always horny at his age, I took him back to the bedroom, pulled his pants down and his shirt up, and I gave him a hand job. He was extremely appreciative as I grabbed his quivering boner and stroked it up and down several times before he shot his load all over his belly. I cleaned him up and redressed him and then he sat and watched me as I did the same thing to myself. You know how it is. Doing him got me worked up and I needed a release too. On other occasions I would do the same thing for him or I would give him a blow-job to get him off. He was determined that he wanted to return the favor and have oral sex with me. The first few attempts were awkward, seeing he had very limited use of his fingers and hands, so we ended up by having him sit against the head of the bed and I'd fuck his face until I blew. It was his suggestion but I tried to talk him out of it. I told him that he didn't owe me anything and that Jordan would take care of me, but he was adamant that I let him do his share. After a lengthy discussion, I finally gave in and he seemed more relaxed later when he had to ask me to do other things for him. At night, I'd get him ready for bed. I'd remove all of his clothing except for his underwear, brush his teeth for him again, help him use the toilet, and I'd put him into bed beside me. Sometimes I tucked the sheet in over him but on warmer nights we'd just sleep totally uncovered. I slept in the middle between Jordan and Justin. If Justin had to pee during the middle of the night, he'd wake me and I'd take him to the toilet. I got to know a lot more about Justin during this time, not just the physical aspects, and we became a lot closer. How could we not? As much as I had to do for him and as intimate as some of that help was, we became almost as close as Jordan and I. I think that he felt that way too. His recovery was pretty uneventful but it was a long, slow process. The summer crept by for both of us but I never regretted my decision to help Justin. On weekends, Dad K would often take Justin for a ride or go some place with him, so Jordan and I could have some time alone. During those fleeting moments we'd make up for all the time we'd been apart while I hovered over Justin. On more than one occasion, Jordan thanked me for all that I did for his brother and he said that he no longer worried about anything. He was sure that if something ever happened to him that I'd be right there to take care of him the same way that I had taken care of our little brother. He told me how much he loved me and that everything I had done for him and his family had made him only love me more. Now I knew that things would never change for us. Jordan and I would always be together. Now and forever, brothers till the end. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: email@example.com.