Bill W

A Place in My Heart

Chapters 7-13

Jordan's first reaction was to jump back and prepare to defend himself, until he saw who was there. He was not only upset about what happened to Brian, but he was also tense about proclaiming his sexual orientation in front of the student body, so he felt he needed to be ready to defend himself. He didn't want to be caught unprepared, in case I had been someone who meant to harm him.

When he realized I was the one who had spoken to him, Jordan still didn't know what to expect, especially since our falling out. In an attempt to reassure him that I meant no harm, I slowly reached out and drew his body against my chest, so I could wrap my arms tightly around him. After several seconds in this embrace, I felt his body gradually begin to relax and then he moved his arms up and wrapped them around me too. After holding him and sobbing into each other's shoulder for a brief time, I found the courage and the voice to speak.

"Let's go somewhere quiet and talk. We need to find an empty classroom where we can be alone," I suggested.

He nodded his head and then followed me down the corridor, until we reached a small room that was used by tutors for one-on-one sessions. We entered and I closed and locked the door behind me, before I hugged him for a second time.

"I'm sorry Jordan," I apologized, although I knew it wasn't enough after everything I'd done. "I realized that I've treated you like shit and you didn't deserve it. I'm really very sorry for being so stupid."

"Are you only saying this just because of what happened to Brian?" Jordan challenged, and he had every reason to mistrust my motives.

"No, although I deserved that," I answered. "I think I would have been coming to see you over the next few days anyway. What happened to Brian may have been the catalyst that caused me to act a little sooner, but I've discovered some things about myself and knew I'd have to talk to you about them sooner or later."

He looked up at me and studied my face. I knew he was wondering what revelation I was about to disclose to him.

"You see, Jordan, I've been missing you a lot, an awful lot," I confessed. "You pop into my head at some of the damnedest times and most awkward moments. You don't know what anguish you've been causing me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he offered, although I didn't know at first if he was being sincere or sarcastic.

"Damn. You're not the one who should be feeling sorry," I countered, taking the chance he was being sincere. "It wasn't you that hurt me. I was the one who caused the pain. I was the one who hurt you. This was entirely my fault. I'm the problem here, not you. I just didn't know how to deal with my own feelings. I've loved you for so long that I just didn't know how to stop. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop."

"I thought you did," Jordan shot back.

"Touché. Yes, I'm sure you probably thought I'd stopped loving you, but I didn't. Even though I tried to be angry and did my best to stay away from you, I couldn't stop loving you. Jordan, we were still brothers and soulmates. How can I ever make it up to you for the hell I've put you through?"

"You don't have to. Trust me, I know how you're feeling," he announced. "I did the same thing to Brian and saw the same hurt in his eyes when I pushed him away that I felt in my heart when you dismissed me. I even thought about suicide before Brian did, so I should have seen it coming. I should have been able to stop him."

"You thought about what?" I screamed.

I was shocked by what he'd just said, so I searched Jordan's face to see if I'd heard him correctly. Did he just say that he had considered suicide? Had I hurt him that much? Was I as big an asshole as the upperclassmen who'd destroyed Brian's life?

"Before I met Brian, I had considered killing myself too," Jordan reiterated. "I loved you so much that I couldn't bear to have you hate me like you did. I tried everything to get close to you again, but you wouldn't even speak to me. I was beyond despair, so suicide seemed like the only way I could free myself from the pain I was feeling. I was just about ready to follow through with that idea when I met Brian. Brian gave me a little hope, at least enough hope to continue. He saved my life, but I was too busy or too scared to save his. God, how could I let him down like that?"

I could feel his pain, so I guess I had my answer. I truly was that big of an asshole and nearly drove my life-long friend, my best friend in the world, to the point where he might have killed himself. How could I have been so heartless, so stupid and so blind? I would never have been able to forgive myself if he had gone through with it, because I would have known I had been the one who drove him to it. I reached out, took Jordan into my arms and squeezed him for all I was worth. I just had to hold him and couldn't let him go. Lovingly, Jordan reached his arms around me and began to caress me as well.

"I'm sorry, Jordan. I'm so damn sorry," I whispered. "Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me? Will you ever be able to forget the loneliness and the pain that I've caused you? I love you, Jordan. I always have and always will. I'll never leave you again and promise I'll never do anything to harm you, ever. If those assholes come after you, then they'll have to go through me first. I'll die before I let you suffer any more than you already have at my expense."

Jordan was squeezing me so tightly that I thought he might fracture my ribs. He was sobbing now and his tears soaked both of our shirts, so I pushed him gently away and lifted his head. He looked at me with that same pained expression that I remembered seeing before, the night I walked out on him.

Slowly, I moved my face toward his and tenderly let my lips brush against his. He seemed unsure as to whether he should allow this or if he should pull away from me, but he stayed put and didn't back away. Tenderly, but insistently, I pushed my tongue against his mouth and his lips opened slightly and allowed my tongue enter. I kissed him with a greater need and a greater urgency than I have ever kissed anyone before in my life. I needed him and I loved him. I had tried to hide it for too long, but now I needed to give in to my feelings. We were two halves that made up the same whole and I could no longer live without him. We kissed for several minutes, before I pulled back.

"Jordan, I don't yet know if I'm gay or bisexual," I admitted. "All I know is that I love you and can't live without you. If you can live with that and if you can accept this reality, then I want you to be my best friend again."

Jordan didn't say a word in response. Instead, he started to kiss me as passionately as I'd just kissed him. After several intense and wonderful minutes, he broke the kiss and answered me.

"Tony, as long as I can be with you… be near you, then I'll accept any terms you offer," he agreed. "I've been so lost and so alone since we had our fight. I know my dad and Justin love me, but my life just wasn't complete and had no meaning without you. Thank you. Thank you. I've prayed for months that we could, shall I say, kiss and make up."

We both started to chuckle with his little joke and I drew him tightly against me once more. I've never been more alive or fulfilled than I was at that moment.

"Come on, bud, we've got someplace to go," I intimated.

"Where?" he wanted to know.

"We're going to the office and check out of this dump for the rest of the day," I announced. "We're going to tell them that we're too overcome by everything that has happened and need to leave, so we can deal with the situation on our own. Let them think it's about Brian, if they want, because we'll tell them we'll be attending the funeral too. They don't need to know, not yet, that the situation we have to deal with today is just between us. We're going to your house, so we can spend some quality time together. We both have missed it and we both desperately need it. Are you game?"

"Definitely, most definitely," he concurred. "Lead on, Mc Duff."

Jordan and I went to the office and told them our story. We didn't give the secretary a chance to protest or get in touch with the principal, because we flew out of the office and through the main entrance of the school. We then walked the entire way to Jordan's house, happier than we'd been in a very long time. Of course, there was no one home when we arrived, so I gave Jordan a wink, grabbed his hand and dragged him off to his bedroom. For safety sake, I locked the door behind us.

"You know, Mr. Orator," I began, "that after your little public grandstanding in school today, you're going to have to tell your father and brother that you're gay."

"I've already done that. I told them yesterday," he confirmed. "I figured if I was going to tell everyone else at school, then I had to tell them first."

"How did they take it?" I wondered.

"They were actually both pretty cool about it," Jordan replied. "It didn't seem to bother them at all. Justin approached me later and told me he'd guessed that was what our little falling out was about. In fact, he said he was thinking about talking to you about it either today or tomorrow. He's been missing you too and was willing to do anything to get us back together."

"Damn. I love that little shit as well. He's a good kid and a damn fine brother… to both of us," I acknowledged.

"Yes, he is," Jordan agreed.

"Did you know he cornered me about this before?" I asked, since I wondered if Justin had shared this tidbit of information with Jordan.

"Yeah, I saw you two talking that day after the football game and asked him about it later," Jordan replied, "but Justin wouldn't tell me what he'd talked to you about. Afterward, though, he tried to get me to tell him what we fought about. I wouldn't or couldn't do it then. I just wasn't ready to get into it with him too. I take it you didn't tell him either."

"I told him that some day I might, but I couldn't just then," I explained. "He was really concerned about both of us though, so I guess I'll have to talk to him soon and make up for treating him so badly as well. Come on, I didn't come here to talk. I came here for some action."

"Tony, you don't have to do this for me," Jordan stated, with a look of panic on his face.

I'm sure he was thinking about the night I left so abruptly, after he'd kissed me and proclaimed his love, so now he was worried it might happen again. I knew I had to ease his fears and doubts.

"I'm not doing this for you, bud. This time I'm doing it for both of us," I reasoned.

"But I thought you didn't what to do this gay shit any more," he countered, looking concerned.

I knew he was afraid I might walk away again, but this time wouldn't return.

"That's what I said, but I said it because I was afraid that I was liking what we were doing far too much for me to be comfortable with it," I confessed. "Like I said earlier, I don't know if I gay or bi, but either way I can still make love to you. Not only can I, but now I definitely want to."

Jordan started crying again, as he pulled me against him. I could tell this was what he'd been praying for and that it meant everything to him to hear me offer to do this.

"I love you, you big jock," he whispered in my ear, "and I'll make love with you or to you, anytime you want."

"I do have to tell you something first though, Jordan," I said, since I felt I had to confess. "In fact, you'll probably get a good laugh out of this one. You might know that I've been seeing Amber Jones."

"Yeah, I've seen you with her," he confirmed.

"Well, we made out a lot and, well, I even fucked her," I admitted.

"And you think this is going to make me feel better or laugh?" Jordan challenged, while looking at me very strangely.

"Not that part, but there's more," I explained. "The more I looked at her and the more things I did with her, the more she reminded me of you. She could really be your twin sister. You've got a lot of the same features, you have very similar personalities and you're both very athletic. No matter what she did, however, I ended up seeing you. I think that's why I started going out with her."

"Because she looked like me?" Jordan repeated, with his eyes bulging from their sockets.

"Not only looked like you, but I wanted her to be you," I confessed. "When we kissed, I compared her to you. When I ate her out, I compared her taste to yours. When I fucked her, I compared it to when we did it together. No matter what we did, I compared her to you and you always won out. I thought all the things you and I had done together were far better than what she and I did together. That's what I meant when I said that I'd been thinking about you a lot and often at the damnedest times."

"That is funny. I always won, huh?" Jordan reiterated, as he let his competitive nature show through again. "I was always better at things and beat her out, huh?"

"Always," I confirmed. "Let that stroke your competitive ego." We both chuckled. "Come on, dude. I need a taste of that better action again. I hope my memory didn't embellish the truth."

"You bastard. I'll show you that, if anything, your mind most likely forgot how good it could actually be," he teased. "I'll make you totally forget all about her."

Hurriedly, we undressed each other, like two cannibals at a picnic. Soon, our mouths were locked together, as we sought to renew those wondrous feelings that had been denied for far too long. Slowly, we worked our way down each other's torso and reacquainted ourselves with the body we had each longed to hold. I took charge of the situation, because I'd been the one who created this whole mess in the first place, so I owed Jordan the best apology I could possibly work upon his angelic form.

Now that we were both naked and had finished kissing, I pushed Jordan back, onto the bed. I then started to lick my way down his chest and stopped briefly, so I could give a little special attention to both nipples and his navel, before I dropped down to that perfect cock, which I'd missed so much. I tasted every square centimeter of his boyhood and savored the smell and flavor of his youthfulness. Then, I swallowed that marvelous entrée and sucked on his cock with a vigor that would make up for all of those blowjobs we'd missed out on. After several minutes of this frantic activity, Jordan erupted in such a powerful orgasm that I thought both of our heads might explode, but that was just the start of our wondrous afternoon.

After I had finished with him, then Jordan returned the favor. He took hardly any time at all in recovering from his orgasm and then he reached out for my dick. He took a hold of it and then tenderly began to mop the entire surface with his marvelously stimulating tongue, before he let my rod slide completely down his throat.

As he rocked up and down on my penis, I could feel how much love he was putting into this intimate act. His tongue and lips gradually lifted me to new heights and I was so excited about being with him again and benefiting from his expert touch that my loins were engulfed in a five-alarm fire and I was nearly ready to shot. It only took a few more dives on my throbbing mast before my sprinkler system went off and covered Jordan's throat with a generous coating of my frothy treat. Jordan swallowed it eagerly to help douse his own fires and soon we were back under control. The raging infernos that had once consumed us were now mostly extinguished and currently only glowing embers in our internal fireplaces.

After taking a short breather and getting drinks, I realized that neither of us was completely satisfied or sated. After we returned to Jordan's bedroom, I made him an offer I didn't think he'd be able to refuse.

"I know you've always wanted my butt and I let you have it once, but I'm ready for you to take it again," I offered. "If you want it, then you'd better find your baby oil quick and start lubing me up, unless you want to miss out on this opportunity."

Jordan flew off of the bed and grabbed the small bottle from his nightstand, before he bounded back on the mattress next to me. He then rolled me over quickly, as he pushed my chest onto the mattress and pulled my hips into the air. Within seconds, his hand was all slicked up and he was once again stretching my tight chute. When I suggested I was ready, Jordan oiled up his own pole, hopped up behind me and was poised to ender.

Jordan had grown even more since the first time we had done this, so I was a little concerned about his increased girth. I wasn't about to back out on my offer though and prepared to endure any amount of pain to please him. He was very gentle though, as he worked the head of his cock into my body and I only felt a brief bolt of pain when that happened. I winced slightly and he stopped suddenly, so when I looked at him, it was easy to note the look of concern on his face.

"I'm fine, it's just that you're a little bigger than I remembered," I acknowledged. "Keep going, because I think I've now adjusted to the new and improved Jordan.

He grinned at my little joke and assurance that I was all right, so he continued to enter me. He gradually inched his way inside, until he was fully embedded in my bowels and I felt fuller than I have ever felt before. He was stretching me to my limits, so I asked him to give me a few seconds to adapt first, and then I gave him the signal to begin his assault.

He started slowly at first, as he thrust and withdrew in long strokes and enjoyed the feeling of his large member being stroked by the tight grip of my smooth, wet lining. He continued at that slow pace for as long as he could, but then he felt the need to drive into me faster and harder, as he began to feel his juices starting to boil. His pace continued to quicken until he was pounding my backside like a car piston whose engine was redlining.

I found myself enjoying this ride as much as Jordan, but then I became aware it was suddenly over, when Jordan made his final thrust and filled me with a creamy center. He collapsed on top of me, once his nuts were empty, and we stayed like that for a couple of minutes, until his penis eventually deflated and slid from my butt. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming emptiness and devastating sense of loss, as if everything in the world had instantly disappeared. I assumed this feeling must be vaguely similar to a woman experiencing postpartum depression after giving birth, and even though his dick hadn't been in me nearly that long, I still missed it tremendously. When I told Jordan about this feeling, he merely laughed, as he looked at my face.

"For a guy who didn't want to do this any more and who severed our relationship over it, you sure have done an about-face," he teased. "It just strikes me funny that you'd be the one to miss it after we finished. I mean I knew I'd miss having my penis being in you, but I never would have believed that you'd miss it too."

We laughed about this a little while longer, before Jordan was urging me to make love to him. After we were both greased up, I returned the favor and rode him as lovingly as I could. I did my best to make up for all of those lost opportunities and all the pain I had caused him, as I made sweet, sweet love to that tight, satiny chute. That afternoon, I experienced something more powerful and far greater than the birth of the universe. What we enjoyed was the rebirth of our friendship and recommitment of our deep love for each other, a love that would last until the end of time. It was a new beginning, a second chance at happiness, and I promised then and there that I would never squander the numerous possibilities that were now offered to me.

We rested for a while and got dressed again before Justin came home. He was shocked when he saw me there, and then he began to laugh. It seemed that he had just come from my house, where he'd been looking for me. He had gone there to confront me and had waited for nearly an hour before giving up. I hugged him fiercely and thanked him for trying to bring me back to my senses, both now and way back when.

Justin never asked how or why we made up, because he was just happy that we had. I told him I loved him too and then he told both of us the same thing. He said the house had been very empty and extremely lonely for quite some time, because we had both been gone for far too long – me in body and Jordan in spirit. He said he already felt a thousand times better than he had during that entire period of his life, so I apologized again for the sorrow I had caused him. I also assured him he would never have to worry about it happening ever again.

I then asked him what he thought of his big brothers little performance at the assembly, and Justin said he hadn't seen it, because the middle school kids weren't allowed to go. He said he heard later that his big brother had been awesome when he stood up to all of those creeps, so I confirmed what the others had told him. I also assured him that he would have been very proud of Jordan, had he been there. I also promised he wouldn't have to worry about Jordan being attacked either, because if any of those creeps came after him, they'd have to go through me first. Justin corrected me and said those idiots would have to go through US first and we all laughed at that.

Justin then asked if I was gay too, so I explained to him the same way I had told his brother earlier, that I wasn't sure if I was gay or bi. He nodded his head in understanding and then announced that he thought he was at least bi as well.

"You know, Tony," Justin began, "I've wanted to attack your body too, ever since the night you held both of us in your arms after our mom died. I realized that night how much I really loved you, but it was also when I knew I was attracted to you as well and wanted to do stuff, sex stuff, with you too. I hope my big brother doesn't mind sharing and that you've got enough love in you to handle both of us."

We all laughed and I gave Justin a quick kiss, which I think surprised him. It wasn't a passionate kiss, as I'd exchanged with his brother, but it was slightly more than an affectionate kiss that someone might give a relative. After I did that, I pulled back slightly and spoke.

"Justin, I definitely love you, and I will until the day I die, but I'm not sure I can give you the type of love you want," I clarified. "I'm willing to help you in any way I can and you'll always be my little bro, but I'm not sure I can love you the same way I love your brother."

We discussed this a little longer and I think Justin eventually understood. He knew I loved him like a brother and would do almost anything else for him, but I wasn't ready to include him in on the sexual aspect of our relationship and I didn't think Jordan was ready to do that either. Now that this had been sorted out, we all hugged each other dearly and then started talking some more, when Dad K entered the front door. He looked at me and blinked his eyes, almost as if he couldn't believe I was actually there, and then he nearly jogged over to where I was standing, lifted me off of the ground, squeezed all the air from my lungs and swung my body around in a circle, as if I were merely a rag doll.

"Where the hell have you been?" he nearly shouted. "We've all missed you terribly."

"I'm sorry. I was being very selfish and extremely inconsiderate, but I promise all of you that I'll never let that happen again," I offered, as an apology.

"Tony, I've wanted to tell you for a long time how much I appreciated what you did for the boys after their mother died," Dad K stated next. "Justin told me about everything you did for them over those few days and he even explained that you had to take them to the toilet, showered with each of them and even dressed them for the calling hours and funeral. He said you slept between the two of them as well and that you held them all night long, as you attempted to take away their pain. You were a great friend then and I trust you still are, but I want you to know that we all appreciate everything you did.

"I wasn't more than a little out of it after Joan died," Dad K continued, "and I'm not sure either of them would have been able to deal with the situation as well as they did if you hadn't been there for them. You have my, no you have our deepest thanks and I want you to know that you'll always be a part of this family. This will always be your home, if only your second home, but we will be here for you, if you should ever need us."

"Thanks, Dad," I said looking up into his face, so that I could see his reaction. "I'll do everything I know how to make you all proud of me too. If you don't mind, I'm going to call my parents and let them know I'll be staying here for the night. I'll ask my dad to drop off my clothes when he gets the chance, because I don't even want to leave long enough to go pick up what I need."

We all smiled and then hugged each other, but we also had a wonderful evening together. That night, all three of us boys slept together in Jordan's bed, just as we had done that night after their mother had passed away. I was reunited with my family and safe in the arms of my two loving brothers.

After that initial reunion, it seemed as if we resumed our lives right where we had left off, except that now I planned to spend more time with Justin as well. The following Friday night I went home with Jordan to spend the weekend at his house. Justin arrived shortly after we did and was excited that I was going to be staying there for the weekend as well.

"Great," Justin said, "the whole family will be together again for a few days."

"Yes, little bro," I responded, "the prodigal son has returned. I think the brain transplant and the transfusion of courage did the trick."

"I hope he plans on staying a long time," Jordan retorted. "The idiot who scared him away has been replaced by a very loving, very understanding twin. I hope this one is smart enough not to chase him away again."

"That won't ever happen," I answered. "I've come to my senses since then. You didn't scare or chase me away. I just panicked. I couldn't admit to myself just what I felt for you and how much I loved you. Now, I'm willing to tell the whole damn world how much I love both of you and that I plan on proving it, now that we're all back together."

"How about starting right now?" Justin came back. "I'm sure we could all fit in Jordy's bed again, this time naked."

"Justin, I don't want you to take this wrong, and I'm willing to love you like a brother, but I'm not ready to make love to you," I responded. "Look, I had a hard enough time admitting that I was in love with Jordan and willing to do stuff with him, because I didn't want to believe I had any gay tendencies. I'm not saying I'm gay, because I like girls too, so I figure I'm bi-sexual, it's just that I'm not sure I can do anything like that with anyone other than Jordan. I still love you and all, but I'm not ready to do anything like that with you, at least not yet, especially since you're so young."

"I think I'm like you too," Justin countered, "because I think I'm at least bi too, but I still might be gay. I'm just not sure, since I've never done anything with anybody else. I'm also not a little kid either, because I've grown up a lot since you spent time with us after my mother's funeral. I'm not as young or the little boy you remember any longer."

After saying this, Justin quickly unsnapped and unzipped his pants and lowered them, along with his briefs, and exposed himself to me. I had seen Justin naked before, since I had to do so much for him after his mother had died, including making sure he went to the toilet and helping him shower, but he was correct. He had grown and matured a lot since I'd last seen him.

Justin was now thirteen and a half and it definitely appeared as if he'd begun his trek through puberty during my absence. He actually looked a lot like Jordan had at that age, with his blond hair, blue eyes, golden tanned skin and that killer Koontz smile. He was about 5' 3" [1.60 m] tall, had Jordan's athletic build, although not quite as pronounced as Jordan's was at that age, and a gorgeous circumcised cock, probably a little over 5" [13 cm] long, with a cute, blond, horseshoe shaped pubic patch over it. Oh Lord, I can't believe it. He reminds me so much of Jordan at that age that he's actually starting to turn me on.

"Ok, bro, I believe you. You're definitely not a little kid any longer, but it doesn't mean I can do stuff with you," I reasoned. "Maybe you should find someone closer to your age to do that with."

"Yeah, right, and then get picked on like Brian did," Justin shot back. "I want to experiment and see what it's like, but I need to find someone I can trust to do it with. I trust you, so can't you do that for me?"

He was now giving me a look almost identical to the one Jordan always gave me, whenever he was trying to get me to give in to want he wanted. Damn, I've got two of these devils to deal with now, but I'm going to have to draw the line somewhere.

"Jordy, can't you help me convince Tony to help me out," Justin whined. "I'm sure you guys are doing stuff too and I don't want to butt in, but I just need someone to help me discovered if I really like doing this kind of stuff or not."

"Justy, I love you and all, but I'm not going to try to force Tony into doing something he's not comfortable with, because that's what scared him away and the reason we hadn't seen him in a long time," Jordan answered. "I understand what you're saying, but that's entirely between the two of you and I don't want to get caught in the middle. I'm not going to do anything that might chase Tony away again."

Justin now looked nearly as sad as he had right after his father told him his mother had died. I felt like I'd just hurt my best friend again, probably because Justin looked so much like Jordan, but I didn't want Dad K to think I was only hanging around so I could take advantage of both of his sons.

"Damn, I thought I had my other bro back," Justin added, sarcastically.

"You do, but brothers don't usually have sex together," I countered.

"But you're having sex with Jordy," he spat back, "and you said we're all brothers."

"Then I'll rephrased my earlier comment," I relented. "Jordan and I are lovers, so that makes you my brother-in-law, sort of. Anyway, we'll be doing stuff that I won't be able to do with you."

"Jordy and I look alike, so couldn't you just pretend you are doing it with him when you're doing it with me?" he wondered.

"Damn, Justin, I love you, but you're making this tough on me," I confessed. "What if I offer sort of a compromise? I don't want to just have sex with you, so Jordan and I aren't going to include you on what we do either, but I might be willing to do some things with you on a limited basis. I'll help you out as long as it's just so you can experience a particular activity, without opening yourself up for attack from homophobic bigots, as long as it's ok with Jordan."

Justin and I now looked at Jordan to see what he had to say. He glanced between the two of us and then finally opened his mouth to speak.

"Look, I don't want to chase Tony away again, but if he wants to help you out once in a while, to answer your questions and sate your curiosity, then I'm fine with that."

As soon as he heard his brother's answer, Justin ran over and gave his brother a hug and then he came over to give me a kiss. This was a little bit more passionate than just a brotherly kiss, so I looked at him after he moved away.

"Hey, I've got to practice, don't I?" he quipped, while flashing me the same sexy grin that his brother was so famous for. Damn! This was like being double-teamed.

We sat around and talked for a while, as we cleared the air about a variety of topics. Jordan filled me in about his brief friendship with Brian, Justin told me about what he'd been up to since I'd last been here, as well as the various things he'd told his father about what I'd done for the two of them. Once he was finished, I explained my reaction to Jordan that fateful day, the various things I had done with Amber and how I kept thinking of Jordan the entire time.

"You've fucked a girl too?" Justin asked, nearly as soon as I'd admitted that.

"Yeah, little bro, I did that too," I confirmed.

"Great, then you can teach me all I need to know about doing things with guys and girls," he said, gleefully.

About that time, I happened to glance over at the clock and noticed what time it was. That's when I thought about something else.

"It's time we get cleaned up," I suggested. "Your dad mentioned earlier in the week that he wanted to take us all out to dinner tonight, to celebrate my return into the fold. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't let me and said he expected us all to be dressed in a suit and tie shortly after he arrived home."

"Yeah, we'd better get moving then," Jordan agreed.

"Will you take a shower with us and help us get ready tonight, like you did before our mom's funeral?" Justin asked. "That was the last good memory I had of you, before you stayed away, so I think it would be nice to start back like that now."

I considered his proposal and realized they did have a fairly large shower in the boys' bathroom, so we should all be able to fit in it together. After I thought about it for a few seconds, I finally agreed we could do it, which made Justin very happy. I thought this was an odd request on his part though, but it did seem important to him and appeared to make him happy, so what the hell. We'd all seen each other naked before, so it wasn't as if doing this was a big thing.

After we got undressed and hopped into the shower, we took turns washing each other, beginning with Jordan and me washing our little brother. Justin stood motionless as I washed his front and Jordan washed his rear. We lathered him up and let our hands roam freely over his smooth skin, as we cleaned him off, even including his most private places. I had to do it back when his mother died, so it didn't seem like a big deal to do the same thing now.

I started at the top and let my hands soap up his shoulders and his long, slender arms. Then I moved on to his chest and allowed my hands to roam freely across his pecs, but I also paid particular attention to his cute pink nipples, before I moved down to his immature little six-pack and his groin. When I reached his boy parts, I gently soaped and fondled his delicate nut sac before I coated his cute cock with suds and stroked it vigorously to make sure it was clean. When I finished lathering his frontal region, I urged him to move under the spray, so I could use my hands to tenderly remove the soap residue from his skin.

While I was cleaning the parts facing forward, Justin was on the other side providing the same cleansing touch to his backside. Jordan started with Justin's feet, thoroughly soaping and cleaning them before he moved up his muscular calves and thighs. When he reached Justin's buttocks, he gingerly kneaded the cheeks of his derriere, before he let a finger slide down the crack and clean between them. When he reached his little hole, Jordan ran his fingers around the opening and let his soapy finger trace circles around the exterior. Once his had cleaned that area, Jordan let his hands roam up his brother's sides, across his back and around his neck. Having done that much, he had Justin rinse off his posterior and wet down his hair so he could shampoo it.

When Justin had been totally cleaned, Justin and I performed the same ritual on Jordan, followed by Justin and Jordan bathing me. Once each of us had been cleaned thoroughly, we dried each other off, went into Jordan's bedroom and laid our clothes out on his bed. Then, we each put on our socks and underwear, as we began to get dressed.

We heard Dad K arrive home before we were ready and listened as he entered his bathroom to shower and get ready too. While he was cleaning up, we put on our shirts, pants and shoes, and then I tied each of their ties for them, before we put on our jackets and headed out to the living room to wait for Dad K, as he finished up his preparations.

When he came out of his bedroom and spied us, he smiled and commented about how handsome each of us looked. We all thanked him and told him he looked quite dapper as well. We then headed out to the car and Justin and Jordan told me to sit in the front with Dad, seeing I was the oldest. Although I began to protest, they jumped into the backseat and left me no other option. Once we were all inside the vehicle, I thanked my brothers for the honor of having the front seat and told them that this little act of kindness only made me love them more. Dad K smiled and we were on our way.

About twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of the most elegant restaurant in the city and exited the vehicle. A valet gave dad a claim stub for the car and then the valet parked it for him, while we moved toward the main entrance. As soon as we were inside, Dad K told the maitre d' his name and we were ushered to a table for four. As we looked over the menus, I was shocked when I noticed the prices of the meals. The total bill for four of the least expensive meals would be more than my family would spend on food for a week.

Dad K surmised my concerns by reading the expression on my face and whispered to me that I shouldn't worry about the cost, since it was his treat and this was a very special occasion. He told me he would have paid much more than this just to get me back into their lives, so I shouldn't concern myself with the minor expense he would bear for our reunion dinner. I smiled and thanked him, before I asked my brothers what they were going to have.

It appeared that both boys and Dad K were planning on having the surf and turf and they suggested I should do the same. Besides the fact that it was the most expensive item on the menu, I'd never tasted lobster before, so I didn't know if I'd like it. They told me to give it a try, so I reluctantly took their advice. I knew that if I suffered from indigestion later, it would probably be due to the guilt I would be feeling about the price of my meal and not a result of the food.

The waiter brought us our salads first and Dad K ordered a bottle of wine, with four glasses, to go along with our meal. He told us that he was going to let each of us have a small glass, so we could make a toast. When the waiter arrived with the bottle, he open it, gave Dad K the cork to sniff and then poured a small amount into Dad K's glass. Dad K held the glass under his nose to judge the aroma, and then took a small sip of the wine and swished it over his tongue to judge its flavor, before he told the waiter it was be fine. The waiter then filled his glass, before pouring us a third of a glass each. Once the waiter left, Dad K told us to lift our glasses, which we all did, and then he spoke.

"Here's to having our family reunited and to a future of never being separated from each other again. To my three sons," he finished, and then we all reached out to clink our glasses together above the center of the table.

"And to Dad," I added, with Jordan and Justin echoing my addition to the toast.

We all searched each other's eyes for a few seconds and took note of the love that showed through them. I really felt as if this actually was my biological family and not just one I'd been adopted into, more or less. After the toast, we each had a taste of the grape. Dad K had selected a sweet, white wine, one that he thought we'd like, and then we set our glasses back down on the table.

As I ate my meal, I realized I'd learned a lot of things today. I learned that I had a wonderful second family, I loved Dad K as much as my own parents, I loved both of my brothers deeply – both emotionally and physically and I also learned that I liked lobster. Maybe the last part wasn't quite as important as the other things, but it would also be added to my long list of facts that I would remember about today. It had truly been one I wouldn't soon forget.

We finished the meal off with a small sundae each and Dad K had coffee with his dessert, while each of us had a soda. After Dad K paid the bill, the valet took our claim stub and returned with the car. We all loaded back into the vehicle and sat where we had on the way down, before we returned home. Yes, I said home, because I felt I belonged there as much as I did when I was with my parents.

When we got back to the Koontz estate, well it was bigger and fancier than my parents' house, we changed into something a little more comfortable, before we joined Dad K in the living room to watch a movie. We were all stuffed, so we were also a little drowsy, but we all managed to stay awake until the movie ended.

After we said goodnight to Dad K, the three of us headed toward their bedrooms, while Dad K locked up. Before we got there, Justin pulled me aside and whispered in my ear.

"Tony, I was hoping you could help me with something tonight, before we go to sleep," he began, which caused me to look at him questioningly. "Look, there's a dance next week and I asked this girl in my class to go with me. I'm gonna try to kiss her at some point, but I've never really kissed anyone that way before, at least not the way guys kiss their girlfriends. I was hoping you'd teach me how to do it and show me what I need to know."

"Awww, how cute," I joked. "Little bro is growing up and going out on his first date. Are you sure you want me to teach you though?"

"I don't have a lot of choices, but I'd rather have you teach me and kiss you," he replied. "I think it would be kind of weird to do it with Jordy. I love him and all, and I have kissed him a few times, just not that way."

"Let me talk to Jordan and see what he has to say, because I think he might have plans for me tonight too," I told him.

"It's only kissing and it won't take very long, so tell him that for me," Justin added. "Tell him this is important."

After telling Jordan about Justin's request, he told me he was ok with me helping Justin out with this matter. In fact, I advised him it reminded me of the time he'd made the same request of me. We both chuckled over that little comparison and then I headed over to Justin's room. He was thrilled when he saw me enter, because he felt he was going to get his way. After a quick explanation of some basic pointers, it was time for him to practice this skill.

Justin moved his face closer to mine until our lips met. I let my lips glide along his and then I stuck my tongue out and licked the sweet outer covering of those ruby-red portals. Man he tasted sweet. Justin gasped in delight when I did this and I took advantage of this opening by thrusting my tongue forward, in an attempt to part his lips further and allow my tongued to enter his mouth. Justin flinched briefly when my tongue met his, since he wasn't used to being French kissed by anyone, let alone another guy, so I gave him a second to get accustomed to it. Eventually, he thrust his oral muscle forward to meet mine.

I groaned audibly when our tongues met and I began to savor his sweet boy flavor. I reached up and placed a hand on each of his facial cheeks, to hold his head in place while I kissed him more firmly, and then I let my tongue explore the entire interior of that virgin orifice. As he slowly released his inhibitions and became more of an active participant in this shared experience, I heard more and more little noises coming from Justin's throat and his hands began to roam freely around my upper body.

We practiced like this for a few minutes and then I pulled away so I could offer him idea about how he could proceed from there, once he was with this girl. Justin seemed thrilled that I had done this with him, but he wanted to practice again, but this time with him initiating all of the contact. I told him that would be fine and let him proceed. I did stop him a couple of times, so I could give him some additional pointers, but eventually I felt he was ready to go on his own. I wished him luck on his upcoming date and then went back to Jordan's room to spend time with him.

When I walked through his bedroom door, Jordan seemed to be in a hurry to get started. He immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his bed, and then he asked me to show him exactly what I had done with Justin. I ended up kissing him in the same fashion and he joked that Justin's girlfriend should be very pleased.

Jordan then pulled off my shirt, undid my pants and removed them, along with me underwear, socks and shoes. Then he pushed me back onto his bed, while he hurried stripped out of his own garments. Now that we were both naked, Jordan moved between my legs and started licking up the interior of my thighs, as he began to work his way up to my scrotum. He was letting his tongue slide across the sensitive exterior of my ball sac and teasing my nuts by prodding them with his oral muscle.

Seeing me squirming around in pleasure, Jordan took one of my testicles in his mouth and began to suck on it playfully. He not only swished it around in his mouth, but he also hummed on it at the same time, which sent ripples of enjoyment shooting throughout my body, before he let it fall from his lips. Then, he picked up the other nugget with his tongue and lips and repeated his magic on the other watery orb next. I enjoyed equal pleasure from his manipulations on that nut, before he relinquished it as well. Now, his focus moved upward and he began to lick up the exterior of my throbbing steel rod.

After working his way to the helmet, Jordan swallowed my cock and I rose to a new level of euphoria. I was surprised that he was able to deep-throat my nearly eight inches [19.7 cm] of boyhood without triggering his gag-reflex, but he did it. He then began to raise and lower his head on my shaft and allowed his lips to rub along the entire length of my plump sausage. At the same time, he sucked on it the same way he would if he was trying to inhale ice cubes through a straw.

He was extremely vigorous in his attack on my main vein, so before long I could feel the electrical impulses building in my scrotum, as those tender, watery orbs began to produce my boy seed. As the churning in my loins continued to intensify, Jordan kept on nursing on my boy meat and attempted to tease from it the creamy reward he knew his ministrations would produce.

"Yes, yes. I'm nearly there," I hissed. "You are so awesome and this is so great. Oh, Oh here it… cummms."

At that second, my juices exploded up my pole and filled Jordan's mouth with the hot offering of boy semen that he had more than earned. He refused to release my dong afterward, even when the eruption eased to a slow trickle, as he continued to drain every last drop of boy milk from my now deflating organ. My body wilted beneath this effort and I swooned in the aftershocks of the wondrous climax I had just enjoyed. At a pace equivalent to that of a snail at a track meet, I slowly returned to my senses.

"God, I love you," I told him, as sincerely as I could. "With you by my side, I don't need to go anywhere else to enjoy all the wonders of life and sample the pleasures it holds. Now, it's my turn to show you that same love and affection, but I'm going to let you make love to my butt and deposit your rich load there. I owe you at least that much for everything I put you through."

Jordan began to object, but I quickly convinced him I wanted to do this for him, so he gave in and started to lube up and stretch my rectum until he was now working three digits in and out of my boy chute. After I let him know that I thought I was ready, he oiled up his own erection and then lined it up for penetration. Lovingly, he eased his penis past my sphincter and slid down my cavern, until he was firmly implanted. Giving me a second to adjust to the diameter of his cock, Jordan began to thrust in and out of my hole.

He worked it back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm, as his way of showing how much he loved me and I was basking in the feeling of his joystick sliding inside my bowels. In fact, I believe I might have been receiving as much pleasure from this as Jordan was, especially when his rod brushed against my joy button, which was located just inside my channel. With each glancing blow, sparks would fly and the fires in my belly would ignite. Now, there was a full-fledged inferno raging in my gut that waited for a dousing from his youthful fire hose.

I could feel my lover's pace quicken, as he too felt the urgency for release, and Jordan was panting heavily while continuing to pound at my backdoor. Faster and faster he pumped into my butt, until his juices came to a boil and spurted from his dick, thus quenching the flames of lust that had consuming my body. Wave after wave of his boy spunk shot against the lining of my intestines, as the flames gradually began to be snuffed out, until they were only a smoldering collection of embers that would soon relinquish their final traces of heat.

It took us several minutes to recover from that amazing activity, but eventually we began to come down from or orgasmic highs. As soon as I was able to speak, I was determined to tell Jordan how I felt.

"Thanks, bro. You have shown me a side of myself that I was never willing to accept before and it's because of you that I'll now be able to live my life to the fullest extent possible."

"Tony, you're mistaken," Jordan countered. "It was you who saved me. Even though I deceived you into performing acts of love with me over a long period of time, you forgave me for my lying and deceitful ways, so I could do no less than forgiving you for reacting the way you did when you discovered what I'd been up to. You weren't the one who caused my pain; I did that to myself. I drove you away, because of my dishonesty and trickery, while you were only reacting to this deception like any normal person would have done. I appreciate the fact that you've given me a second chance and I will not repeat my error. I love you Tony and I will do everything I can to show you, each and every day we're together, the depth and sincerity of that love."

I kissed Jordan deeply after he finished his little spiel, and then I added that I'd continue to show him my love too. I'd finally accepted that I needed him as much as he needed me, so we'd make this work. We fell asleep with those promises still in our minds.

The following morning, we got up and Dad K announced he was going to take us out for breakfast. Although I tried to convince him we could just eat there, he was insistent that he wanted to do this. Reluctantly, I gave in and we went out to eat. It was a nice time and we got to chat some more about various things, but I hated to see him continue to spend so much on our meals. Of course, this wasn't nearly as expensive as last night, but he had brought us to an I.H.O.P. and that wasn't exactly cheap.

Once we got back to the house, I went down to the family room with the boys and we began playing video games. After a while, Justin addressed me.

"Tony, I just wanted to thank you again for what you did last night, when you showed me how to kiss, but now I have other questions," he announced. "Since you've gone out with girls and have done it all with them, I want you to show me what I might do next, if she's willing to do more than kiss."

I wasn't quite sure how to respond to this or how much I should actually teach him. Feeling I needed help, I glanced over at Jordan, hoping he would jump in and bail me out.

"Hey, you're the expert with the ladies, not me," he quipped. "I'll leave it up to you to teach him what he wants to know."

"But I don't know what to tell him or how far I should go," I confessed. "I don't want to have Dad get mad at me, because I overstepped myself and helped Justin with stuff that he should be talking with him about."

"Tony, my dad trusts you and I don't think he'd have a problem with any of this," Jordan replied. "I'm sure these are also things Justin would feel uncomfortable discussing with Dad as well, so I think we'd all be grateful for anything you can do for him."

I was hoping Jordan would help me out, but instead he put me firmly in the middle of this dilemma. As soon as Jordan finished speaking, Justin began teasing me again and all I could do was sit there motionless and speechless, as I continued to think about how I was going to respond to him. Before I had come up with anything, Jordan spoke again.

"Tony, go ahead and go with Justin down to his room, show him a little more, but you don't have to teach him everything," he urged. "Just give him enough to maybe get to second base, because he's not ready to hit a triple or homerun yet."

I guess maybe he did have a point and I could go over some simple things with him. Since Jordan felt it would be all right and Justin was so eager, I agreed to do this for him. Justin nearly pulled my arm out of its socket when he grabbed my hand and tried to drag me down to his bedroom, in his eagerness for this to happen. I could hear Jordan laughing as he watched his brother pull me up the stairs, toward his room.

As Justin closed the door behind us and turned around, I could read the excitement in his eyes. I thought I probably should ask exactly what he expected from me, rather than merely assume what he wanted, because he may not be looking to go as far as I might take him.

"Ok, since we're here, what is it you want me to do for you?" I asked, looking him in the eye.

"I want to know what I should do if she lets me kiss her, but is also willing to do more than that," he replied. "Kissing would be great, but what am I supposed to do if she is willing to do more than just kiss me?"

"Are you sure you're ready to do more?" I challenged, while studying his expression.

"Hell, yes!" he exclaimed. "But how do I know she is agreeable and what should I do next?"

I spent the next several minutes reminding Justin about how I had him slide his hands up and down my body while we were kissing. I told him that while his hands were going up and down her back and then up and down her arms and sides, he could let his hands brush against her breasts, to see how see reacted or if she objected. If she didn't, then he might try to massage one, or both, with his hands through her clothing. If she still didn't object, then I suggested he might also attempt to work his hand underneath her top, so he could work on her breast, skin on skin.

Justin was very eager, as he listened to what I had to tell him, but then he announced that he wanted to practice doing this to me, to see if he got it correct. After thinking this over for a short time, I finally agreed to his request. Eagerly, Justin began kissing me again and started to work his hands over my body, but I had to stop him and tell him to slow down. I told him it wasn't a race or a mugging, so he should do it slowly and tenderly, especially if he wanted her to respond the way he hoped. Once he started over, he did much better and actually seemed to do quite well at pulling this off.

"Ok, what if she lets me touch her tits under her clothes? What would I do after that?" Justin persisted.

"Look, you're not going to do more than that at a dance, in fact you probably won't even do that much unless you get to a private location, either in the school or outside in the dark," I pointed out. "I think I've shown you plenty for now."

"But what if she let's me take her home and then invites me in after all of this?" he wondered. "What do I do then?"

"I'm sure you won't be doing anything like that in front of her parents," I scoffed.

"But what if she takes me down to her family room and we're alone?" he continued. "I want to know what to do if she lets me get that far."

I thought about this a few minutes before I responded. After warning him about getting caught by her parents when he was doing anything like this, I began to explain what he might try next. If he could get her to remove her top, I told him the tricks I'd learned about unfastening a bra, including that most of them fastened in the back. Then, I began to instruct him about how to work on her tits orally.

Even though I didn't think he'd ever get this far, I began to demonstrate on him how to suckle on a nipple, after explaining the difference between male and female breasts. I worked on his tiny nubs and showed him the various steps and techniques he could use. After I did this with him for a brief time, I then let him practice on me.

He was a quicker learner and very eager to please. As his tongue flicked out and teased the brownish patches of skin on my chest, it caused the nubs to stiffen and stand tall. When that happened, I let him practice gently nipping at them, which he did a little too hard at first, but he improved with practice. Then, I allowed him to suck on them until I thought he had it all under control. When I stopped him, he looked up at me and spoke.

"Ok, what if she wants to do something to me now?" he pressed.

"She can stroke your cock through your pants then, and if you're brave enough, you can let her take it out to play," I teased.

"And then what?" he wanted to know, which caused me to make a face.

"Then just let her do the same thing you do after you've introduced your little friend to Rosie Palm," I answered.

"Who's she?" Justin inquired.

I merely rubbed my hands together until they got red from the friction and then I held it up for Justin to see.

"Justin, meet Rosie Palm," I informed him. "I suppose you jack off, don't you?" He nodded his head. "Then your little friend already knows her, and if you're anything like your brother and me, we used to date her quite frequently when we were your age."

Justin began to laugh.

"I'm glad I'm younger then, so you can teach me better ways to get off, rather than just doing it to myself. Rosie is cute, but she's not exactly my type, but she'll do in a pinch, I suppose.

"Maybe she's not your first choice, but I suggest that's what you let your girlfriend do to you, if she's agreeable," I urged. "And no, I don't think I need to show you how that's done."

I added the last part to let him know we were now finished with this lesson. Justin looked at me strangely for a few seconds afterward, before he realized my last comment was a joke, as well as a warning. He then thanked me for helping him out again, before we left his bedroom and went to find Jordan.

The three of us then went outside and shot some hoops for a while, and when we got tired of doing that, we threw the football around next. Although Justin didn't have the same raw talent and ability that his brother had, he still had the same competitive nature and always wanted to do his best, but he also liked to win. Of course, who doesn't, but he was willing to do whatever it took, within the rules, to accomplish this. Since there were only three of us, we went inside and got their father, so we could play a little two-on-two, with Justin playing on my team and Jordan teaming up with his dad.

It was a fun game, and even though the other side won, I think we all had a good time. I think Dad K enjoyed doing this with us too and Justin was thrilled that he got to play against us as well. In the past, Jordan and I would just go outside and play one-on-one against each other, so it was nice to turn this into a family activity and something we all enjoyed together.

After our basketball game ended, Justin, Jordan and I went back to the family room to play some more video games. We asked Dad K to join us, but he said he had other things he needed to take care of and told us to have fun, as he headed off in the other direction. We played down there until dinnertime, when Dad K called us up to eat.

After dinner, Dad K offered to take us to see a movie, so Justin, Jordan and I used Jordan's computer to get on Moviefone and see what was playing. Once we agreed on what we wanted to see, we announced our choice to Dad K and told him where it was playing. He drove us there and went in with us, so we could all watch it together. He also bought a large tub of popcorn for us to share, seeing we had just finished dinner, but he also purchased each of us a soda too. We then settled into our seats, shared the popcorn and got ready to enjoy the movie.

We had chosen to go see '42,' which was the story about Jackie Robinson, the first black baseball player in the Major Leagues. As we watched it, it became obvious that the bigotry he suffered wasn't that much different from what happened to Brian Bowers. I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same. It was a very informative, as well as well as extremely enjoyable, and we were better able to appreciate how things have changed over time – for the better. Maybe someday the same will happen for gays as well.

Once we got home, we sat together and chatted about the movie for a while, before we went to bed. As we headed down the hallway, Justin asked if we could all sleep together again. I looked at Jordan and he nodded his head, so we agreed to do this. This time, however, we placed Justin and the center and then Jordan and I cuddled up against him. He fell asleep with the biggest smile on his face that I think I'd ever seen.

Sunday morning, after we'd finished eating breakfast, the boys wanted their dad to do something for them.

"Dad, would you take us over to see Mom's grave?" Justin asked. "We haven't been there since the funeral and we want to see what it looks like now."

"Yeah, we never got to see her headstone," Jordan added, "and I'd like to see if the grass is growing and if everything looks nice."

Seeing his sons wanted to do this, Dad K agreed to drive us there, but he made one brief stop along the way. When we arrived, we all got out of the car and walked over to where she was buried.

"Wow! It looks really nice," Jordan observed. "The grass has grown in, the headstone looks great and it's really kinda peaceful."

"Dad, how come your name is on the headstone too?" Justin wanted to know.

"It's because someday I'll be buried next to your mother, so I had my name placed on the headstone too," he responded. "It has all the information, except for my date of death. That will be added after I'm buried."

I noticed Justin and Jordan reacting to their father's explanation, because I'm sure they weren't ready to think about the fact that someday he was going to die as well. However, they got over this minor setback quickly, when they saw their dad place the flowers he had purchased on the way here in the container at the front of the headstone. I think seeing this reminded them about how much their dad had loved their mother, so they stopped thinking about everything else.

We stayed there for a while longer and the boys were satisfied knowing everything looked nice and their minds were put at ease. After we left there, Dad K took us over to the sports park next, where we spent some time in the batting cages, to get ready for the upcoming baseball season, and then we all played miniature golf against each other. This time it was Dad K and Justin against Jordan and me, and we ended up beating their butts.

After we got back the their house, I quickly collected all of my things, so Dad K could drive me home. I'd spent the weekend with them and had a really great time, but we would have school tomorrow and I had things to do yet, in order to get ready. When I was in Jordan's bedroom packing up my belongings, Jordan and Justin each gave me a hug, along with a very passionate kiss, and told me they enjoyed having me stay there. They then asked if I'd come back again the following weekend and I agreed to ask my parents if I could stay there Friday night, but I knew I wouldn't be able to spend the entire weekend again.

They were disappointed, especially Justin, because he'd be going to the spring dance with his girlfriend that night and wanted to share with me how he'd done. I explained I'd be there when he got home, so he could fill us in about how it went then, and we'd all be able to sleep together afterward, if he wanted to do that as well. This seemed to placate him, so I went out to where Dad K was waiting for me and gave him a big hug too, before we left and he drove me home.

The next week at school went by fairly quickly and quite uneventfully, which was good. I was surprised, but pleased, that there hadn't been any negative response to Jordan's speech at the assembly and no one had been trying to give him crap. Nothing bad had resulted due to his little spiel, except that the bullies who had made Brian's life so miserable were getting a taste of their own medicine. Many of the other students were now eagerly letting them know how disgusting their actions had been, but there were also enough of them doing this in groups that the bullies found it difficult to single anyone out for retribution.

Instead, they tried to ignore what was happening to them, until the school board approved the principal's recommendation that they each receive a two-week in-house suspension for their role in what happened. This meant the athletes that had been involved in harassing Brian would not only be ineligible to sign up for a spring sport, but they also wouldn't be allowed to go to the spring dance on Friday night. It was the same dance Justin planned to attend with his girlfriend, so they wouldn't be there to bug him about Jordan either, if that's what they intended to do. We thought this was a sufficient, although not totally adequate punishment for what they'd done, because law enforcement might have their own punishment for them as well.

Friday after school, I went home with Jordan, since I'd brought the things with me that I would need for the evening. After we arrived at his house, we got a big kick out of watching Justin primp for his big date, because he was trying to make sure everything was just perfect. After dinner, he walked down to the girl's house to meet her and then they walked over to the school together and went into the gym for the big event.

Jordan and I didn't go, because we wouldn't have been able to dance with each other. Besides, it might stir up some negative reactions, even though people were a lot less likely to do that now, since the Brian incident. Anyway, we just stayed at their place and had a little fun of our own, alone in his bedroom. We figured this way Justin wouldn't interfere with us having our private time together, in case he did want to sleep with us again.

Jordan and I had finished our lovemaking fairly early, so we went out and watched some TV with Dad K. We were still doing this with Justin arrived home, so his father asked him if he'd had a good time. Justin had an ear-to-ear grin on his face, so it was obvious he had, but he would only tell his father it was fun and he was glad he went. Jordan and I couldn't wait to get him alone in the bedroom, so we could find out how far he'd be able to go.

When Dad K got up to go to bed, we did too and the three of us nearly raced down to Jordan's bedroom. When we got there, I was eager to ask Justin what had happened.

"Ok, so how did you go?" I wanted to know, as soon as the bedroom door was closed.

"It was great!" Justin replied. "We started kissing during one of the slow dances and the kisses got hotter and hotter with each slow dance. I'm glad you taught me how to do that better, because she seemed to know all about that stuff and I would have looked like a real dork, if I didn't know about it too."

"So you think she was experienced?" Jordan asked.

"I sure think so," Justin confirmed. "I would think it must have been with another guy, but she might have learned with another girl too, kinda like I did with Tony."

We all giggled after he'd said that, but then I tried to pry more information out of him.

"So all you did with her was kiss?" I wanted to know.

"In the gym, during the dance that's all we did," Justin replied, "but once the dance ended we did a little more."

"Like what," Jordan pressed, since Justin wasn't immediately forthcoming.

"Well after the dance we hung around the school and found a dark corner to be together," he answered. "She said we wouldn't be able to do anything when she got home, since her parents were there and they watched her pretty closely. She said she was surprised they'd even let her walk to and from the dance with me alone. Anyway, once we were by ourselves, she let me feel her up, but only through her clothes, but she also rubbed her hand over my dick through my pants. I thought I was going to shot in my underwear, but I didn't, but I need to get off now or I'm going to explode."

"Ok, go to your room and let Rosie Palm help you out," I joked, and Jordan giggled after I said that.

"Come on, I need more that that," Justin whined. "I also deserve more than that and now would be a good time for you to teach my about blowjobs, in case I can talk her into doing that on our next date."

"Justin, I think you're pushing it," I announced. "You did get farther than I thought you would on your first date, and next time you might go a little further, but probably not more than maybe her jacking you off."

"Please. I need you to teach me about this, just in case I can talk her into it," he pleaded. "You've been a great friend and an even better teacher so far, so won't you do this for me too?"

I looked over at Jordan and he merely shrugged his shoulders. I glared at him after he did that, until he finally spoke.

"It's up to you, but I don't mind if you do it for him, if that's what you're asking," Jordan told me.

"That's not exactly what I was thinking," I shot back. "What I was wondering is if you think it's a good idea for me to do that with him."

"Hey, we were probably the same age the first time we did it with each other, so why not," Jordan replied. "I think he's old enough to decide for himself, so if you don't mind helping him out, then I don't see a problem with it."

I'd been hoping that he'd bail me out of this predicament, but seeing he didn't, Justin grabbed me by the arm and tried to drag me from the room. He was eager to lead me over to his room, where we could do this alone. After holding my ground for a short time, I finally gave in and followed him over there. He was totally undressed almost as soon as the door closed, so I guess he really was horny.

Justin was nearly beside himself with excitement, since he realized he was about to give me his virginity, so to speak, and experience his first sexual release with another person.

"Are you sure you wouldn't be just as happy if I jerked you off, rather than sucked you off?" I asked, since I still wasn't convinced.

"No I need something more than your Rosie Palm," he protested. "I need someone warm and mysterious, sensual and eager to please… like Antonia Mouth."

"What?" I shot back. "Well if your hand is Rosy Palm, then I figured your mouth would be named Antonia Mouth," Justin explained, while flashing me a grin. "So let me introduce you. Antonia Mouth, I'd like you to meet Justin Dick. He's a little shy right now, but he'll become the life of the party after you start kissing him."

After saying that, Justin started shaking his penis at me. It was obvious to see how eager he was to do this, so I reached out and grabbed his magic wand.

"If Little Justin isn't good to my Antonia I'll ring his neck." I feigned a warning, while at the same time twisting Justin's prick slightly with my two hands.

"No, he'll be good. I promise," Justin assured me. "He'll even give you a present, if you're really nice to him. He'll supply the dessert, along with a little cream to go with it."

I thought this was enough of his silliness, so I had him lie down on the bed, but that didn't end it entirely. At that point, he began to squirm beneath me, before I even had a chance to touch him.

"Relax, little bro, or your going to shoot your wad long before you can receive all of the pleasure from what you want me to do for you. Just calm down, take a deep breath, think of something non-sexual and let the muscles in your body relax, until you feel the burning in your crotch subside. Then I'll start doing what you want and guide you to heaven for your first tour."

I looked down at Justin and his eyes were already slightly glazed over, but I could see the tension he'd built up over anticipation of this activity begin to slowly ebb from his frame. Gradually, he calmed down sufficiently enough for me to begin his first journey into manhood with his introductory lesson on the joys of oral sex. I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue and let it explore the bulbous glans that sat so proudly atop his rock hard pole. He gasped when I first did this and sucked in a large volume of air, as my pink, firm muscle came into contact with the spongy tissue of his dark red helmet. Now, I was ready to begin my oral exploration of his entire crotch.

Ever so slowly, I let my tongue trace the veins up and down and around his slender shaft and caused a fire to ignite in his crotch. At that point, I left his penis temporarily and moved down to his scrotum. After lathing that for a while and playing with his barely mature testicles with my tongue and lips, I moved up to his rigid pole again. I savored the softness of the skin that surrounded his steel rod, as I covered it with a thin coating of saliva and prepared it for what was to come.

Once his joystick had been entirely painted with my oral secretions, I opened my mouth and engulfed his mushroom head, before I wrapped my lips around his firm member and began to bob up and down its length. I applied pressure to the outer lining, as I also began suctioning the piece of meat that I held between my lips, while my tongue darted around the confined head. I also reached down with one of my hands and began to knead and massage his sensitive sac, to increase his pleasure. My only thought was to bring him the maximum amount of ecstasy possible, while introducing him to the joys of being sucked off.

Justin was beginning to buck beneath me and thrust his hips upwards to meet each downward plunge of my face. I rubbed and stroked his scrotum tenderly, before I ran a finger up his crack and eased it into his untouched hole. He let out a little yelp as my first knuckle slipped by the sentry that guarded the inner- sanctum, but then he started to coo, once he began to experience the contentment that my entry produced. Slowly, I slid my finger further and further along the tunnel until I was able to stroke that hard little nub that brought a man so much gratification. This sensation, added to the others, was more than the inexperienced lad could handle and his dam burst, as he forcefully ejaculated into my throat.

Load after load of his thin, sweet cum rocketed into my mouth and I swallowed what I needed to, so I wouldn't choke. Then, I collected the remainder in my mouth, so I could share it with him. After I had siphoned the last droplets of love juice from his sausage, I lifted his body upward and drew his mouth toward mine. As our lips met and my tongue penetrated his orifice, I shared with him the collection of juices that I held within. By doing this, I allowed him to taste the mixture of our bodily fluids and enjoy what his body had produced. Without the slightest hesitation, Justin licked the creamy concoction from my tongue and swirled it around his mouth, to extract the flavor, before he swallowed it. He then smiled at me appreciatively and kissed my forehead.

"I love you, Tony, and thanks for doing this for me,' Justin told me. "That was fabulous and more wonderful than I could ever have hoped for. I'm glad my first time was with you, but now I know what she will need to do, if she's willing to try it."

I then told him what warnings he should give her before they started and explained that she didn't have to do everything I did. For his first time with her, I told him he should be happy if she was willing to just nodding up and down on his cock until he shot, but I also told him he might want to talk it over with her first, before he shot in her mouth, because she might not be comfortable doing that. If not, I told him to warn her when he was getting close and then have her jack him off until he released his load.

"Thank you, Tony, and I'm glad I have you to teach me these things," he whispered. "You're very special and Jordan and I are lucky to have you around. I know we will both love you forever."

Jordan and I had started 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, since Jordan and I weren't speaking during either of them. Not only was it great to be playing together again, but it was also nice to be able to concentrate on the game, instead of our relationship. Our old competitiveness also returned.

Jordan and I had already discussed the fact that we both wanted to be named the most valuable player of the baseball team this year. This meant there would be a no holds barred competition in our efforts to earn that honor, on a friendly level of course, since we were each going to do whatever it took to prove our case. Damn, our juices were flowing and we each took complete advantage of every opportunity to throw a verbal jab at the other one, whenever we did something to support our nomination.

For example, one game when Jordan was playing shortstop, one of the opposing batters ripped a shot up the middle of the infield. Jordan had positioned himself shading toward second base and dove for the ball. He speared it just after the first hop, scrambled to his feet and threw the runner out. Our team went crazy over his fantastic play, and after he brushed off his uniform and returned to his position, he looked over at me as I stood at my position at third base.

"Bet you wish you could do something like that, dontcha, stone fists," he teased, before he shot me that wicked grin of his.

Later during the game, I came up to bat and the pitcher threw me a waist high fastball over the outer half of the plate. I got my bat moving early, made solid contact with the ball and ripped it over the left center field fence. As I crossed home plate and was greeted by my teammates, I took a moment to throw a 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 puny infield singles," I jabbed.

He gave me his 'yeah, in your dreams' look, so I flashed him my best killer smile.

The whole season went like that, as we taunted each other about our personal accomplishments and intimated that the other wouldn't have been able to do what we'd just done. Jordan hit for a better batting average, but I had more extra base hits and more RBI's. Jordan had an excellent season at shortstop, as well as doing an excellent job pitching, while I did well at both third base and shortstop, when Jordan was pitching. When the season ended, we were 14-0 and the team voted us co-MVPs. The competition had been fun, but I think we enjoyed sharing the award with each other more than anything else. We were two halves of the same whole and two parts of a single MVP, if only in our own minds.

Just as soon as school ended, Jordan and I went back to work 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 and then he came over to get Jordan and me, before he sped off to the hospital. All he knew was that Justin had been injured, but he didn't have many details about what had happened or how badly he was hurt. All Dad K had been told was that Justin had been injured on the tennis courts behind the high school and had been taken to the hospital. Jordan and I immediately asked each other if a tennis injury could be that severe, and even though we didn't think so, we felt we would soon find out. We all walked into the emergency room and were directed to the cubicle where they were treating him. As we walked in, we saw Justin lying on the examination table.

"What happened, Justin," Dad K asked, and it was easy to hear the panic in his voice.

"I feel so dumb. It was a stupid accident," Justin answered.

"That's not important," Jordan added. "We all do dumb things at times, but what's wrong and how did you get hurt?"

Justin still looked slightly embarrassed, as he glanced from one face to the other. After a brief pause, he began to tell us his tale.

"I was playing tennis with my friend Bobby on the end court at the high school. Bobby was returning one of my shots and hit it way over my head and over the fence. I mean you know those fences are about ten or twelve feet [3 to 4 m] high, but he cleared the whole thing. I didn't want to run all the way to the other end to use the door leading into the courts and then have to run all the way back around to get the ball, because then I'd have to do it again in the opposite direction to get back to the court. Instead, I decided to go over the fence instead, because it would be quicker.

I climbed to the top, jumped down, got the ball and threw it back in to Bobby. Then, I climbed to the top of the fence again and was ready to jump down when one of my shoelaces got snagged on one of the wires at the top of the fence. I didn't notice it at the time, but it threw me off-balance when I attempted to jump down. My foot got hung up for a second and my body weight went forward, so I ended up landing hands first on the tennis court. I thought I heard a snap and was in a lot of pain, so I think I might have broken both of my arms. They've already wheeled me over to radiology and took some x-rays, so the doctor is just waiting to see how much damage I did. Once he sees that, he'll tell me what he's going to do next."

"Just relax," Dad K told him, "and I'll go see if I can find a nurse or the doctor and see if I can get any information. At least you didn't break your neck, but that still wasn't exactly you brightest move."

Justin made a face and Dad K left the room. Jordan and I stayed with Justin and he turned toward us, once his father was gone.

"Pretty dumb, huh?" Justin asked, rhetorically, but I decided to answer him just the same.

"No, Justin," I replied, "just bad luck. Don't worry though. It may be a pain and an inconvenience, but even if you broke something, it will heal in a few weeks."

"Yeah, but we just started summer vacation," he whined. "This means I won't be able to do much before we have to go back to school."

Jordan and I were still trying to make him feel better when Dad K came back into the room with a doctor.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Singh and I'm the orthopedist who was called to treat you. I've looked at the x-rays and it appears you've broken both arms." Justin groaned. "Your right arm is fractured in two places, the first is near the wrist and the other is just below your elbow. Your left arm is fractured between the wrist and the elbow, but you also fractured the first two fingers on that hand, so we'll have to put casts on both arms. I'm afraid we're going to have to use plaster casts and I'll want to check you out again in six to eight weeks. If the rest of you will excuse us, I'll make sure those fractures are set properly and then apply casts to them. You may go back to the waiting room and I'll let you know when I've finished."

We did as he suggested and talked about how this was going to affect Justin. Since we realized he wasn't going to be able to do very much until the casts came off, Jordan and I assured Dad K that we'd do what we could to help entertain him. He thanked us and said he knew he could count on our help, and then we sat and waited to be call back into the treatment area.

It was more than a half an hour later before we were paged, so we got up and followed the nurse back to Justin's cubicle. He was sitting on the examination table with plaster casts on both arms. The cast on his right arm went from three-quarters of the way up his fingers to just below his shoulder. The doctor said he had to immobilize the fingers on that hand, because moving his fingers could slow down the healing process on his wrist. There was also some kind of padding on the underside of that cast near the armpit, to prevent chaffing on his chest.

The left arm was cast from the palm of his left hand to a point half way between his elbow and armpit, but his fingers were also splinted. It appeared that the doctor had used metal strips with padding on the inside to immobilize each finger when taped into place. Once each of the first two fingers had been splinted, he taped all four fingers on that hand together, to prevent the muscles from moving, which might slow down the healing process. Justin appeared very pathetic sitting there and looked even worse than we'd imagined.

After we got over the initial shock, the doctor told us that Justin wouldn't be able to do very much for himself for a while and it was important that he keep the casts dry when bathing. After giving us a quick rundown of the other things we should know, including what Justin could and couldn't do, he released him from his care. We then led Justin out to the car and took him home. I told Jordan to sit in the front seat, because I wanted sit in the back so I could help Justin. I realized he wouldn't be able to fasten his seat belt or open and close the car door, so I planned to do all of that for him. Jordan agreed to let me do those things for his brother and I think Justin was grateful for my help.

Justin was really depressed during the entire ride to the house, but I knew this was only the beginning of the bad mood he was going to be in. After I helped him out of the car, we all went back to Jordan's room to talk.

"This really sucks," Justin stated, with a tinge of disgust and disappointment in his voice. "Not only won't I be able to have any fun this summer, but I won't be able to do anything for myself. I'll even need help to eat and 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, because I'll need as much help as I did when I was a baby," he whined.

"I know you won't like having others do those things for you, but we've already seen and handled everything you've got," I offered. "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 chimed in. "Hell, I'll even wipe your butt, if that will help."

"Yeah, it will help, because somebody will have to do that for me," Justin quipped. "Thanks guys. I knew I could count on you and 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 and wipe the shit off your butt," I teased.

"Wait on me hand and foot? Heck, this is starting to sound better all the time," he joked. "Two slaves to do everything I command."

"Don't get too cocky, you little twerp," 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."

"Ok. Ok. I get the point," he relented. "So I don't have two slaves, just two wonderful, loving brothers who will do anything for me, as long as I don't act like an ass."

"That's better," I agreed. "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," he answered.

We left Justin lying on the bed and went out to find Dad K. We discovered him sitting at the breakfast counter.

"Dad, you know Justin's going to need someone with him all day long," I pointed out. "He isn't going to be able to do anything by himself, so I'd be willing to stay here with him and help out."

"That's very generous of you, Tony, but I don't think it will be necessary," he countered. "I was planning to hire a nurse to stay with him while we're at work and then we can all help him out in the evening."

"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 while he's peeing or wipe his butt when he has to take a crap," I stated. "He's used to me and I think it would be easier on him if I did those things for him. Besides, I can help to keep him entertained too, because 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 quite that way, but I'll admit that I still tend to think of him as a little kid," Dad K agreed. "You're right though and Justin wouldn't want a woman doing those types of things for him. I guess I'll just have to hire you instead. You can work here and take care of him, instead of showing up at the construction site. Do you think you're parents will let you live here with us until Justin gets better?"

"I don't think they'll mind, but let me call to be sure," I offered.

I phoned home and explained the situation to my parents. I then asked if they'd mind if I stayed with the Koontz's until Justin's arms were healed and they agreed that would be find. My dad even offered to come get me and bring me home, so I could pack up whatever I needed, and then he'd drive me back as soon as I had finished. I then explained this to Dad K and he was thrilled.

"Look, I'm going to pay you double, because this job will take up twice as much of your time," he told me. "Just let Jordan or I know if you need any help or if you want a breaks from being with him. Deal?"

"Of course it's a deal, but you don't have to pay me double or even pay me at all. He's my brother too," I countered.

"I know you'd do it for free, but you'll be taking on the majority of the responsibility for Justin and I would have had to pay someone else, so it's only fair," he reasoned. "It will be worth it for all of us, so don't argue with me, young man, you're getting paid and you're getting paid double. That's final."

Dad K then gave me a big hug and kissed me on the forehead. I knew this was much more than an employer/employee sort of thing too. This was all about family.

"Let an old man spoil his son once in a while, will you?" he quipped. "Do you want to tell Justin about this or shall I?"

"I'll do it, but I'm going to make him squirm for a while first," I announced. "Play along with me, if he comes out to ask any questions. Ok?"

"Certainly," he agreed. "I needed a way to pay him back for all the worry and trouble he's caused, so get him good."

I nodded my understanding and then slowly walked back to the bedroom. I worked out the scheme in my head, as I made my way back to Jordan's room. I opened the door and Justin was still lying on the bed, while Jordan was on the computer.

"Dad just hired a nurse to look after you while we're at work," I announced, as soon as I entered the room. "I know her too, because she used to work at my old doctor's office. She's old and fat, but she can also 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?" Justin whined and I nodded. "I'm not going to have to let her help me go to the bathroom and all, am I?"

"I guess you will, unless you want us to put you in a diaper while we're at work," I continued, making him squirm. "We'll all be at the construction site, so we won't be able to help you with those things during the day. Who else is going to be able to do it for you, if she doesn't?"

"Damn. I've got to go talk to dad." Justin said, as he slid off of the bed.

As quickly as he could, considering he had no arms to help him maintain his balance, he sprinted into the kitchen. He looked at his dad and began to speak.

"Dad, Tony said you just hired a nurse to look after me during the day."

"Yes, it's all set," Dad K played along.

"Tony says she's old and mean. Can't we get someone else?" he pleaded.

"I tried, but she's the only one available," Dad K replied.

I could see a smile begin to form on Dad K's lips, even from where I was hiding, but Justin was too concerned about his situation to notice it. He was intent on trying to think of something that would convince his father to get someone else.

"But she's going to see me naked and touch me there," Justin whined.

"Well, you'll just have to get used to that," Dad K advised him. "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," he reasoned. "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," Dad K told him. "She had kids when she was younger, so she's seen those things before. You'll just have to grow up and accept this like an adult."

Justin shoulders drooped in defeat and he slinked out of the kitchen and walked down the hallway toward the bedroom again. He hadn't seen me follow him out to listen to the conversation with his father, but he also didn't notice me as I raced back to the bedroom ahead of him. My sides were nearly splitting when he dragged himself into the room and then went over and flopped down on the bed. He let out a big sigh as he did so.

"Can it get any worse?" he groaned to himself.

I was beginning to feel badly for him, seeing him suffer like this. I mean, two broken arms were bad enough, but to throw this terrible news on top of it was more than any kid could take. I couldn't stand to torture him like this any longer, so I decided to take him off the hook.

"Cheer up, Justin. It's not going to be that bad," I stated.

"That's what you think," he moaned.

"No, hear me out," I insisted. "Dad didn't hire that old nurse… he hired me. I'm the one who's going to be staying here and taking care of you."

Justin thought about this for a minute before he responded.

"You bastard," he screamed. "You knew that all along, didn't you? And Dad… was he in on this too? You just wait until my arms heal and I'll break them again, when I smashing your smirking face in. I'll get you back at you for this, you just wait and see."

"Easy little brother. We were just pulling your leg a little," I told him. "Dad was going to hire a nurse, but I volunteered to do it instead. I was going to do it for free, but Dad insisted he had to pay me for doing it. I knew you wouldn't feel comfortable with an older woman groping your private parts, so 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 just said those things. I appreciate everything you're willing to do for me and I love you too," he apologized. "I didn't mean it when I said I was going to smash your face in. I just couldn't believe you did that to me while I was already feeling so badly 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 explained. "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," he agreed. "I still love you, bro, and thanks for offering to stay with me."

I moved in with the Koontz's that night and stayed the entire time Justin was recuperating. Dad K bought a king size bed to put in Jordan's room, to replace the full-size bed, so we could all sleep together comfortably, since we were all getting bigger and Justin's casts would take up a lot of room. They would probably also hurt on of us too, if he flopped one of them against us during the night. The three of us slept together nearly every night after that, although once in a while Justin would sleep in his own room, so Jordan and I could have some private time with each other, and then I'd go over and join him once we were done.

Taking care of Justin turned out to be more than a full time job and I guess I was a little surprised by 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'd tucked it back into his underwear. Later, I'd remove his underwear, wrap a trash bag over each of his casts, to keep them dry, and then I'd help him get into the bathtub, so I could bathe him. I'd clean him all over, shampoo his hair and then I'd help him out of the tub and dry him with a towel. I would then help him get dressed and carefully work each item of clothing over his body, so I didn't hurt him, before I would kneel down, put on his socks and shoes, before I tied 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 even have to hold the glass up to his lips and tip it for him whenever he wanted a drink of his milk or juice, so I asked Dad K buy some straws he could use, to make this easier on him. When we were finished eating, I'd take him to the bathroom again, but this time to brush and floss his teeth, and then I'd brush his hair as well, if it was also 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 the 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, then I'd sign on, 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 convinced if he was gay or bi, I thought we should read from both categories, especially since he was dating a girl right now. That didn't really mean much though, because Jordan and I had dated girls too. 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 instead. If things changed in the future, maybe then I'd make a different decision, but unless something happened to Jordan, I couldn't see things being any different from the way they were now.

There were other things Justin liked to do, as well. When he wanted to read a book or a magazine, I'd get it for him and flip through the pages as he read them, but I'd also put the materials away when he was done. If he wanted to play games, which meant board games, since he couldn't use the controllers on the video games, I would spin the dial or throw the dice for him and then move his game piece. This wasn't much fun when there were just the two of us playing the game, but it got a whole lot better when Jordan or Dad K joined us. It was best, however, when we all played.

This type of assistance was required all day long, so I couldn't be away from him for very long, no matter if he was awake or asleep. I'd keep him company during day and 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 if he wanted something done, but he was my responsibility and I was going to carry out my obligation to him the best way I knew how. I loved this little shit and would do nearly anything he wanted or needed to make him feel better or to speed up his recovery.

At night, I'd get him ready for bed and remove all of his clothing, except for his underwear, brush his teeth for him again, help him use the toilet and then help him into bed beside me. Sometimes I tuck the sheet in over him, but on warmer nights we'd just sleep totally uncovered. I'd slept in the middle between Jordan and Justin, so if Justin had to pee during the middle of the night, then he'd wake me and I'd take him to the toilet. I got to know a lot more about Justin during this time and not just the physical aspects either. I got to know about his interests, thoughts, wants and needs, so we became really close. That was bound to happen, considering how much I had to do for him and as intimate as some of that help was. Justin and I ended up becoming nearly as close as Jordan and I were. I think Justin felt that way too.

During our third full day together, Justin announced he was horny and really needed to get his rocks off. Knowing how I was always horny at his age, I took pity on him and led him back to the bedroom. Once he was on the bed, I pulled his pants down and his shirt up and prepared to give him a hand job. I could tell by looking at the expression on his face that he was extremely appreciative, as I grabbed his quivering boner, wrapped my fingers around it and began to stoke it up and down. I only jerked on it a handful of times, before his body stiffened and he shot his load all over his belly. I guess he really was horny. Afterward, I cleaned him up and pulled his underwear and pants up again, and then he sat and watched me as I did the same thing to myself. You know how it is. Doing him got me all worked up, so I needed a release too.

This happened quite a few more times after that first occurrence, so I'd do the same thing for him. He even talked me into giving him a blowjob a couple of those times, but it was only because he teased me so much that I did it just to get him to shut him up. After the most recent time I'd done this for him, Justin was determined to return the favor and wanted to perform oral sex with me, but I wasn't ready to go that far. After listening to him whine about how he would need to learn to do that too, if he decided he wanted to be with another boy, I finally relented.

His first few attempts were awkward, seeing he had very limited use of his hands, so this wasn't working out. He then came up with another suggestion, where he said he'd sit against the head of the bed and I could slide it in and out of his mouth until I blew my load, but I wasn't fond of that idea and tried to talk him out of it. I told him he didn't owe me anything and Jordan would take care of me later, but he was adamant that I let him do his share. After a lengthy discussion, I finally gave in. To my surprise, he seemed more relaxed from that point forward, whenever he had to ask me to do something for him.

His recovery was pretty uneventful, but sometimes it seemed as if this was taking forever, because it proved to be an extremely slow process. The summer was just creeping by for both of us, but I never regretted my decision to do this for Justin. On weekends, Dad K would often take Justin out for a ride or go with him someplace alone, like to a movie, so Jordan and I could have some time by ourselves. During those fleeting moments, we'd make up for all of the time we'd been apart, while I'd been hovering over Justin.

On more than one occasion Jordan thanked me for all that I was doing for his brother and admitted 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 too, the same way I had taken care of our little brother. He told me how much he loved me and confessed that everything I'd done for him and his family had made him love me even more. Now, I knew things would never change for us and Jordan and I would always be together. Now and forever, we'd be brothers and lovers until the end.

When school started that fall, Jordan and I made two decisions. The first was that we were going to tryout for the varsity football squad and the second was that we were going to encourage Justin to spend more time with his girlfriend, now that his casts had been removed. Even though he thought he might be bi, we wanted to make sure he grazed in the straight pasture for a while, hoping that would stifle his impulse to try more gay sex. Even though things had been slowly improving for gays, we thought he'd encounter smoother sailing over the sea of life by not having that baggage to lug around.

Justin brought his girlfriend around after our practice one afternoon, so he could introduce her to us. I think he had an ulterior motive, in that he wanted to impress her by letting her know that he had two brothers on the varsity football team. He told her that I wasn't his brother by blood, but that his family had sort of adopted me and we were all really close. Since she was aware of his accident this past summer, Justin told her that I had been the one to take care of him and did everything for him until the casts were removed, so maybe we were even closer than brothers.

He introduced her as Shannon O'Brien and explained that she was in several of his classes. She was very cute and I could see why Justin was attracted to her. She had short black hair, an olive complexion, green eyes and a nice figure for a freshman. I slapped him on the back and gave him the thumbs up when his new girlfriend was talking to Jordan and couldn't see what I was doing. Justin left with Shannon, shortly after the introductions had been made, so Jordan and I headed into the locker room. Justin was back and waiting for us outside the school when we emerge after cleaning up, ready to head home.

"Where's Shannon, little bro?" I asked him.

"She had to go home," he stated and then paused. "Well, what did you think of her?"

"She's cute, but I have one question," Jordan told him. "Why in the world would she want to go out with you?"

"Very funny," Justin scoffed. "She knows a good thing when she sees it. She thinks I'm pretty hot."

"Compared to what?" I inquired. "A stiff or a middle schooler, seeing you're in high school now?"

"You two are real comedians," Justin mocked. "Too bad you're not good at it."

"She was cute though, smart-ass," I chided. "So was she the same one you took to the dance and had a little fun with before your accident?"

"Yeah, that was her," Justin confirmed. "I'm also taking her to the dance after the football game this Friday. Do you really like her?"

"Yes," Jordan responded, "she seems really nice. I'm happy for you, so don't blow it."

A sly grin crept across Justin's face, so I figured he was about to make another smart-ass comeback.

"I don't think you can blow a girl, can you?" Justin asked, just before he broke up laughing. My hunch had been correct.

"Now, who's the comedian?" I asked, while scowling at him.

"Yeah, but my jokes are better," he shot back. "Yours are lame."

I let his comment pass, but I was actually happy for Justin. Over the next few days, I also become his chief confidant and adviser. I don't know whether it was because we had grown closer while I took care of him this past summer or if it was because I had also made love to a girl, but Justin was eager to tell me about his dates, in detail, every time he went out with Shannon.

When he arrived home after the dance Friday night, he told me they did a lot of kissing again and he was able to feel her ass through her jeans, while she was doing the same thing to him. Afterward, they spent a little more time in the shadows by the school, where she let him reach under her shirt and play with her tits again. She even let him slip a hand down her pants and finger her hole for a short time, while she reached inside his jeans and played with his cock.

He seemed pretty happy about his accomplishments, so I gave him a 'way to go bro,' to let him know I approved. He said they had a date to go to the movies the following night, so it was obvious my little brother wasn't about to let any grass grow under his feet. When Justin decided to do something, there was no halfway for him. Once he made up his mind, it was all or nothing from that point on.

Sunday, he got me alone again, so he could tell me about his date Saturday night. He admitted he didn't remember much about the movie, because they made out the entire time. He said they did a lot more kissing and he got to feel her breasts again, but only through her blouse this time, since there were others that could see what they were doing. She ran her hands all over his chest and back, but she also stroked his cock some more, but this was done through his jeans as well. He said he was convinced he could have gone further, if they had been alone, but her father was picking them up as soon as the movie ended.

He told me that she asked him if he wanted to go to the dance next Friday night too and he agreed. I asked him how he felt about her and he told me that he liked her, but he just wasn't sure how much yet. I advised him that was understandable, considering the short time they'd been together, and I told him he didn't have to rush things. I also urged him to take his time and enjoy it while he could.

The next Friday, Justin and Shannon went to the dance, but this time Jordan and I went too, so we could see what the lovebirds were up to and watch them together. They looked really cute as a couple and she snuggled closely against him when they slow danced. I could tell she really liked him, so I stopped worrying that he might get hurt in the deal. I wasn't merely concerned about the little hurts you'd expect from young love, but I wanted to protect him from any major scars that a significant rejection might leave. I just wanted to make sure that this wouldn't be one of those times. I also noticed that they snuck out of the gym for over a half-hour and then Jordan and I left shortly after they returned. I knew Justin would fill me in on the details later, so I didn't give it a second thought.

Just as I thought, Justin sought me out when he returned home, because he was excited and needed some advice. He told me that she let him run his hands under her blouse and into her panties and he got to finger her again. He also confessed that doing it made him totally hard, so when Shannon ran her hands inside his pants and over his stiff cock, he almost shot his load then and there. He then informed me that she invited him to her house tomorrow night and told him her parents were going out with some friends, so she was going to be home alone.

He then admitted that he took her comment to mean that she was willing to get into some serious action, so he wanted my advice about what I thought he should do with her, because he wanted to make sure she enjoyed it and would be willing to do other things with him later. After I gave him a quick rundown of things I had done, he seemed relieved and more confident about their next date. He gave me a hug and a kiss, after he thanked me for my help.

Saturday night, Justin got dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a dress shirt, but he must have also added a quarter-bottle of cologne, if the smell was any indication. Jordan and I teased him that he smelled like a cheap whorehouse, so he went back to the bathroom and washed some of it off. He smelled more acceptable when he returned and then Dad K gave him a ride down to Shannon's house. He also told him to call when he was ready to be picked up, but warned him that he shouldn't make it too late. Jordan and I wished him good luck and he was off. I don't remember ever seeing Justin so nervous before, because he looked like the guest of honor at a public flogging.

Saturday night he woke me up and dragged me out of Jordan's room and into his bedroom when he got home. He looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary.

"I take it things went well tonight?" I asked, rhetorically.

"Better than well," he confirmed. "We were watching a DVD that her parents had purchased for her, but as soon as it started she began climbing all over me. She started sucking on my whole face and we were kissing like crazy, so I ran my hands up under her shirt and started feeling up her tits. She didn't stop me when I unhooked her bra, so I took it and her shirt off as well and she decided to take my shirt off too. After that, I started sucking on her nipples like you taught me and she started moaning like crazy. It's a good thing that nobody was home or we would have been busted, because of the noise.

After I sucked on both of her tits, I undid her pants and slipped them down. We moved off the couch and were lying on the floor when I started to run my fingers over her cunt lips. I was really playing with her and she was getting really wet down there. After a while, she began to jerk about in pleasure, so I think she must have orgasmed, but I continued and eventually slipped my middle finger into her pussy. When I did that, she reached over and undid my pants and pulled them down. She rubbed my dick around for a few minutes and then I swung around into the '69' position you told me about, so we could both get at the other's crotch.

As soon as we were in position, I began to lick her snatch and stuck my tongue in it, so I could lap up her juices. When I did that, she took my stiff cock into her mouth and started giving me a hummer. I had to stop her and give her some advice, because her teeth were making it painful, but she did better after that. She pulled off when I started to shoot and then used her hand to drain me. I think she might have even let me fuck her, if I had a rubber, but I'm kinda glad I didn't, because I would have been afraid I'd do it wrong and mess everything up."

He paused at this point and looked me in the eye. I could tell he wanted to ask me something, but he seemed to be shy about doing it. This was totally unlike Justin, so I wondered what he wanted. After a while, he finally found the courage to ask me.

"Tony, I need you to do two things for me," he began. "First, I want you to buy some rubbers for me, for the next time, but I also want you to teach me how to fuck. Will you do those things for me?"

"Are you sure you're not moving too fast?" I challenged. "I don't want you to get in too deep here and then regret it later."

"No, I'm fine Tony. The things that I've done with you have helped me out so far, so I haven't felt like it was my first time when I did stuff with Shannon. She seems pleased that I seem to know what I'm doing, because I think I would have been scared to death to try any of these things with her otherwise. I also don't feel I would have ever had a chance to get this far, if you hadn't taught me as much as you did. I owe you big time, so thank you, Tony. I love you bro."

"I love you too little man and I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but I'm not sure about teaching you to fuck," I confessed. "I'll think it over and let you know, but I suppose I could stop at the drugstore and pick up some of those little foil packets for you before your next date. Just be careful and don't go too fast."

"I won't, but I really need you to teach me about fucking and using a rubber. Please?" he whined. "I know you do that with Jordan and I don't want to use the rubber wrong and end up getting her pregnant, so please do this for me?"

Justin then flashed me that same puppy-dog look that his brother always gave me, whenever he was trying to talk me into doing something for him. Damn! Are these boys two peas from the same pod or what?

"Like I said, let me think it over and I'll get back to you," I offered, and then I went back to Jordan's room and got back into bed with him.

"What's up? What did Justin want?" he mumbled, half awake.

"He wants me to teach him about fucking," I admitted. "To quote Yogi Berra, 'It's like déjà vu, all over again,' but this time your role is being played by your little brother. He wants me to do the same thing for him that I did for you and let him practice on me."

"He actually asked you that?" Jordan countered, sounding more awake this time.

"Not in those words, but when he hinted that he knew I did it with you, his meaning was pretty clear," I replied. "He also wants me to buy him some rubbers."

"So are you going to do that for him?" Jordan followed.

"I don't know. What do you think?" I asked, seeking his opinion.

"I'm kind of conflicted about it," Jordan confessed, "but I think I'd feel better knowing he knew what he was doing and wouldn't have any accidents. I don't think he's ready to be a father at 14."

"I agree with that," I confirmed. "So you think I should do it?"

"Yeah, I think we'd all feel better knowing he knew what he was doing," Jordan agreed. "It's ok with me, if you are willing to do it for him."

"Yeah, he's my little brother too, so I feel the same way," I concurred. "Just like I always gave in to you, it looks like I'm going to do the same thing with him."

Jordan just chuckled and rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what I was talking about. After that, we just cuddled and fell asleep.

Justin burst into Jordan's bedroom first thing the next morning. Although he didn't say anything, we all knew what he was there for, because he was staring at me with that same pleading look I'd seen the previous evening, as he waited for my answer.

"Ok, I'll do it," I agreed, and he began jumping around, totally excited.

"Thanks, Tony. You're the best," he gushed, as he wrapped his arms around me. "Come on and we'll go over to my bedroom."

"Am I allowed to at least wake up, go to the toilet and have breakfast first?" I teased, which caused him to stop and look at me sheepishly.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," he apologized. "I guess I'm just a little excited."

"A little?" I mocked, but I didn't need to say any more. He got my point.

After going through my morning ritual, we all went to the kitchen and had breakfast with Dad K. I think he was a little surprised to see us all up so early, but we weren't about to tell him Justin woke us up so I could teach him how to fuck. We just told him we'd heard the neighbor working with the leaf blower, which we heard AFTER we were awake, but we told him that woke us up. I think he was a little surprised by this, since the three of us could sleep through just about anything, but he didn't press the issue.

Seeing it was Sunday, he asked us what we had planned, so we told him we were just going to do our homework and get that out of the way, so we'd have the rest of the day free. He replied that since we'd all be busy, he thought he would go do the grocery shopping and told us he'd see us later. As soon as he was gone, Justin grabbed me by the arm and dragged me down to his bedroom.

Once we were alone, I advised him that if he had oral sex with Shannon or fingered her first, then she'd probably be wet enough not to need any lube, but I also told him I'd purchase lubricated condoms for him, just in case. Then, I reached into my wallet, pulled out a condom I'd kept there for when I was going out with Amber and handed it to him. We'd use that for me to teach him how to put it on properly.

After we got undressed and I sucked Justin to erection, I showed him how to put the condom over his dick. I taught him how to leave room in the tip for the cum, so it didn't accidentally burst, and then how to roll it into place. Once he was ready, I added some lube to it and then some to my hole, but I didn't need to stretch it out for Justin, especially since I had taken his brother's larger dick the night before. Once he was ready, I got on my back, as I felt he'd probably do with Shannon, and told him what to do next.

Even though he didn't need to, I had him enter me gently, since I wanted him to learn how to do that so he wouldn't hurt Shannon. Then, I advised him to go slowly, even though I doubted he'd be able to fight his instincts to go as rapidly as he could, but I was hoping to make it more enjoyable for Shannon and him during their first time doing this together.

Justin was a quick learner and a good student, so he did quite well on his first time trying intercourse, although it was the anal, not the vaginal variety. Once he filled the condom with his seed, I told him to clean up and get dressed, and then we went off to start doing our homework, since that had been our cover story with his father.

Later that afternoon, Shannon called to speak with Justin. They talked for about an hour and then he came to find me. I saw him signal that he wanted me to head back to his bedroom with him, so we could talk some more.

"Tony, Shannon just told me that we were invited to a party next Friday night," he began. "She said it was going to be at the house of one of her sister's friends and she also told me there would be mostly older couples there. She even suggested that I come prepared this time, so I think that means she's going to let me do her. Can you make sure I have what I need before then?"

"Sure. You don't have to worry little bro," I agreed. "I wouldn't let you go out in the rain without your raincoat, so I'll pick them up for you before Friday and then give them to Jordan to give to you. Just remember that they can fail, if you don't put them on properly."

"Yeah, I've know, so I'll be careful," he confirmed. "Thanks, man. I owe you, bro."

Justin then gave me a big hug and we left the room. I was happy to see him doing this well and feeling so good about himself. He seemed to like his newly found relationship and was eagerly looking forward to the next level. I'm glad Jordan and I had encouraged him to date girls, because after watching him when he was with her, plus what he'd done with me, I was convinced he was bisexual. Now, he just had to decide if this was the type of relationship he preferred and wanted to make long term. This wasn't something he had to decide immediately, although I was going to suggest that he should start thinking along those terms.

The following Friday, Dad K dropped Justin off at Shannon's house, but he didn't realize they were planning to leave there and go to a party. Justin had told his dad that he'd find a ride home later, so his father wouldn't have to stay up or come back to get him afterward. I think it was also so his dad wouldn't ask him any questions about what he'd done, after he picked him up.

Jordan and I spent the evening together at home, because we felt we needed some quiet time by ourselves. From time to time, however, one of us would make some sort of comment about wondering how Justin was doing, so we weren't totally focused on each other.

Later that evening, after Jordan and Dad K went to bed, I stayed up and waited for Justin. I know it probably sounds strange that I did this instead of his father, but it was probably because I felt Justin would want to chat with me when he got home. When I noticed the clock later and saw it was just after midnight and he wasn't home yet, I started to worry. I began to pace around the room and was still doing that when I noticed it was now after one o'clock and still no Justin. By two o'clock, he still wasn't home and I was going crazy with worry.

I hurriedly attempted to think about what I should do and if I should walk down the hill, but I didn't want to call Shannon's house or wake up Dad K, because I couldn't see what good that would do. It would only cause Dad K and Shannon's parents to lose a good night's sleep and then come down hard on their kids when they arrived home. Besides, I didn't want to create a panic or get Justin and Shannon in trouble. One worried parent, or in this case a very worried big brother, was more than enough.

Unfortunately, I hadn't thought ahead and asked Justin for the address of the place where the party was going to be held, so I couldn't go there to see if I could find him. It was almost three a.m. now and I was beginning to panic, so I considered walking down and snooping around Shannon's house or even to just wander around her neighborhood to see what I could discover. I was just about ready to take off when the front door opened. It was Justin.

"Where the hell have you been?" I nearly screamed. I guess I must have sounded like his father, because Justin gave me a surprised look.

"Take it easy, Dad," he said sarcastically. "I thought I could get a ride home, but everyone who was old enough to drive was too drunk to see straight. I wasn't about to take any chances, so I walked Shannon home and it was a really long way. When Dad dropped me off earlier, her sister's boyfriend drove us all over to the party, but we couldn't find a ride back. Shannon's parents weren't worried about her though, because they knew she was with her older sister, so luckily they weren't waiting up for her either. Once I got her home, I still had to hurry up and walk the rest of the way here."

After he fold me this, I merely reached out, grabbed him by the arms and pulled him tightly against my chest, so I could hug him with all of my might.

"You had me scared to death," I sighed. "I was beginning to think that something had happened to you and was afraid you'd been in an accident or were lying in a ditch somewhere." I hugged him again.

"Thanks for being so concerned, but I feel like I should tell you that I'm old enough to take care of myself," he offered, but not in a mean or vindictive fashion. "But it still makes me feel really good to know you love me enough to wait up and worry about me until I got home though."

"Not only did I wait up, but I was just about ready to walk down the hill and search the neighborhood looking for you."

"Thanks, Tony. I love you too," Justin confessed. "Now, I want to tell you want happened tonight. Ok?"

"Yeah, but let's go do it in your room first, because I don't think you'd want your father to hear us talking about it, if he happens to wake up and hears voices," I suggested. "Besides, I don't think I'd be able to sleep until I knew about how you made out anyway."

"Very funny. You want to know how I made out," Justin groaned. "Is that the best you could do?"

"Well, I am tired, because you kept me up all night worrying about you," I offered in my defense. "Now, what happened between you and Shannon?"

"We went to the party, but we were the only ones there that weren't a junior or senior. Everyone else was drinking, but we passed on that. Instead, we found a quiet spot in the basement and got away from everyone else. It was actually a small office, but there was a carpet on the floor and it had a door that locked, so that's where we stayed. We started kissing, and before either of us knew what was happening, we were both totally naked. Well I guess we knew what was happening, but it didn't really sink in until we saw each other without anything on."

He flashed me one of those killer Koontz grins at this point, to emphasize the fact that he had managed to do that without her complaining or stopping him along the way.

"We started kissing again and then Shannon started to move down my body," Justin added. "She kissed and licked all over my chest and sucked on my nipples, but she also tongued all around my crotch and thighs, before giving me a pretty good blowjob and even let me shoot in her mouth this time. I don't think she'd ever performed oral sex before she did it with me the last time, so I was really surprised when she didn't pull off. I was even more surprised when she swallowed all of my spunk too. Maybe she couldn't think of anyplace to spit it out and didn't want me to get all messy before we had some more fun"

Justin took a brief pause at this point to catch his breath, but I believe he was also mentally enjoying taking a moment to think about the oral gratification he had just been telling me about. Then, as if he suddenly remembered I was still there with him, he continued his story.

"After she had finished with me, we started kissing again and then I started nibbling on her neck and ears. I did that for a while first, before I moved down and started to nurse on her breasts. She isn't that big yet, but she certainly has bigger boobs than you and I've sucked on your tits before. Her nipples get a lot bigger than yours do when they're hard though, and she really gets off when I use my tongue and begin to suck on them.

"Anyhow," he continued, "I worked my way down her stomach and then I tongued her navel for a short time. She has an outie and it wasn't as good as burying my tongue in your innie, but it was okay. After that, I licked my way over her bush and then I attacked her beaver. I rubbed my fingers all over her cunt lips first, before I inserted a finger and began to rub her clitoris. When it got real hard, I replaced my finger with my mouth and I sucked on her clit for a while, before I ran my tongue all around her pussy and lapped up her juices. She must have had a couple orgasms by the time I worked my fingers into her and began to finger fuck her.

"By now she was begging for me to fuck her and I was once again hard as a rock. I'm sure glad you took the time to show me how to put a rubber on, because even with your advice, I still had some problems getting it on. If you hadn't worked with me earlier, I might still be there trying to get it in place or maybe even tried to fuck her without one. Anyway, once I got it on, I crawled up to kiss her some more. She was so hot she reached down and grabbed my dick and pulled it into her. I tried to do what you said and enter her slowly, but I then hit a spot that I couldn't get by. I pushed a little harder and the resistance finally gave way and I slipped in. She let out a little scream when that happened, so I asked her if I hurt her. She said she was fine and told me to continue, so I guess she was all right."

I interrupted him here, because I thought it was important that I explain something to him.

"Do you know what that resistance was?" I asked, and he shook his head no. "That was her hymen, which is the membrane that closes off her vagina until it's broken. That means you popped her cherry, bro, so she was definitely a virgin."

I then punched him in the arm, before I placed it around his shoulder. Justin merely gave me a shy grin, before he continued.

"I was pretty sure she was and she was pretty tight too, once I got in there. At first I was a little scared, especially after she screamed like that, but since I'd practiced on you, I started to feel like a pro. I pumped her slowly and worked at a nice easy pace, just like you told me, and she was moaning like crazy. If there hadn't been so much noise from the party going on, we probably would have had people banging on the door to see if she was sick or injured.

"Seeing I had already shot one load and I'd done this with you," he went on, "I lasted about twenty minutes before my cock erupted again. I couldn't even guess how many orgasms she had while we were humping though, but I finally reached a point where my balls felt like they were on fire and my gut began to ache. I must have fired about a quart of cum into that poor little rubber, so I prayed it would stretch a little and not burst. I didn't think the excess space I'd left at the end, like you showed me, would be enough to hold all of my jizz, but it definitely passed the stress test."

Justin released a nervous little giggle after he'd said this, which I think was to indicate his relief that it hadn't broken. I had emphasized to him many times that a girl could get pregnant the first time she had intercourse, so he had to be careful.

"I let my dick stay inside her for a couple of minutes after I finished cumming, before we finally separated," he added. "She hugged me for a long time after that and kept telling me how wonderful it felt and how great I was. I have you to thank for that, because without your instruction and the practice on you, then I probably would have been just an inept amateur. I owe you so much, because Shannon thinks I'm a love god. That was actually what she called me."

Justin stopped his story there and his head dropped toward the floor. I knew this meant there was more to this tale, but he was unsure if he should tell me. In an effort to spur him on, I told him about my suspicions and he looked at me with a very sad expression. After much coaxing, he gave me the additional information.

"After we had sex, Shannon told me she had been afraid I was gay like Jordan, especially since he'd admitted that he'd also dated girls for a cover," Justin confessed, in a whisper. "She said she didn't think I was a fag like him, but she wanted to make sure. I'm convinced that was the reason she wanted to do this so quickly in our relationship, so she could find out if she was wasting her time with me or not."

"That's not that unusual and there's nothing wrong with that," I responded, trying to assure him. "I can understand where she was coming from and can appreciate her concerns. When one member of a family discovers they're gay, it often turns out that other siblings are gay too, so I don't think she meant any harm. I'm sure Jordan will feel the same way and won't be hurt by what she said. How about you? Did it bother you that she thought you might be gay?"

"Not really, because I do think I'm bi," he admitted, "but it still makes me feel badly when people talk about Jordan that way. She actually called him a fag and it almost made me want to dump her afterwards."

"I can appreciate how it must have made you feel, but it's only because people don't know any better," I offered. "I'm sure that once she gets to know Jordan, then she won't be so insensitive with her remarks. If I were you, I'd just let it slide this time, but you should also make sure to let her know how you feel about that type of comment. If she keeps repeating the error, then you might have to reconsider the relationship, but I think you should at least give her the benefit of the doubt for now."

After I'd said that, I grabbed Justin and gave him a huge hug. I was just so proud of him, but not because he'd had sex, but how he handled the situation about his brother. It just proved how much he really loves Jordan.

"My little bro is growing up and has become a man and a stud muffin all on the same night," I teased. "I'm proud of you Justin, and you're the one who deserves the praise, not me for what I did for you. I know Jordan is going to be just as proud of you as I am."

I knew I was beginning to sound like a proud father, and maybe I was. Even though he was only two and a half years younger than me and I loved him like a brother, I also protected him and doted on him like a son. Jordan and I were lovers, so he could never have that designation, even though I'd done stuff with him. In his case it was only for learning purposes, but he was still more than just a brother. I believed Justin felt that way too.

I gave him another big hug, kissed him on the forehead and told him that we should get some sleep. He agreed and we moved over to Jordan's bedroom, so we could all be together. I crawled in next to his brother and Justin hopped in next to me. Jordan woke up and asked what time it was, but I just told him it was late and he should go back to sleep. He did so without any arguments, and tonight I cuddled with Justin and let him feel my love. I was just so excited for him and knew he would probably have erotic dreams all night long. When that happened, I wanted him to feel a warm body pressed against him, so he could enjoy those sweet dreams as they played out in his psyche.

The next morning, I filled Jordan in about the things Justin's had told me, in vivid detail. Jordan had a big grin on his face the entire time he listened to the account, and then he went over and squeezed his brother and congratulated him, as soon as I had finished. Jordan was as proud of Justin as I was and told him so in no uncertain terms. Justin was beaming from the attention and we asked him if he had another date tonight. He said he didn't, but he felt Shannon might be a little sore after the ride he had given her. We both slugged him in the arm, one on each side, and then we both responded with something like, 'dream on.' We all had a good laugh and then Jordan and I had to get ready for Saturday football practice.

Once we were alone, Jordan told me Justin's accomplishments had taken a big load off his mind. When I asked him what he meant by that, he explained that he'd been afraid that people might assume Justin was gay, just because he was. He didn't want Justin to be abused or have problems because others felt he was guilty by association, so this alleviated his concerns. Now, he felt that once Shannon told her girl friends about what happened and word got out, then the chances of Justin being considered gay were nearly zero. Jordan was very relieved that Justin's character wouldn't be defamed or called into question now, just because of him.

When we returned home from practice later, we found Justin on the phone with Shannon. We made all kind of kissing noises and pretended that we were hugging an imaginary lover, hoping that would get him going. He tried to wave us away, but when that didn't work, he turned his back toward us. Wrong move. Jordan and I made a quick plan and Jordan goosed him, while I tweaked his tit. Justin screamed out as we ran off, and then he quickly said goodbye to Shannon and hung up, so he could come after us.

He chased us into the bedroom and we all wrestled on the bed for a while. Finally, we all gave in to exhaustion and collapsed on the bed. Justin gave us both a quick kiss on the cheek and said 'thank you.' When we asked him what the thank you was for, he told us it was because we were his brothers and had shown him many times how much we loved him. Then, he added a final comment.

"I couldn't have picked two better brothers, even if I had tried."

We all hugged and Jordan and I told him we felt the same way about him. After a few more minutes of participation in our mutual adoration society meeting, we went out to find Dad, to see if he needed anything. He didn't, so we all went into the living room and watched a college football game together. There we were, just one big happy family.

We were half way through the football season and the team was 4-0. This might look impressive, but our final four games were against the four toughest teams in the league. As the coach told us, this was the time when we were about to separate the men from the boys. Coming into Monday's practice, the team was a little tense, but that was probably to be expected. We hadn't really been challenged up to this point, so everyone on the team was more than a little uncertain about how good we really were. This nervousness carried over into our home life as well, and Jordan, in particular, was a nervous wreck. That night, after practice, he was not only jittery, but he was also incessantly talking about the upcoming game.

It didn't end when we went to bed either, since he'd asked his dad if he could stay at my house that night. First of all, I had trouble getting him to shut up, so we could fall asleep, but when he did, he tossed and turned all night. When we awoke the following morning, he was fairly drenched with sweat and looked awful.

"Hey man, you've got to calm down," I advised him, as soon as I saw what he looked like. "If you keep up like this, you're going to be worthless to us by Friday."

"Yeah, and I don't know why I'm so uptight," he admitted. "Games like this don't usually affect me."

"Well, it's certainly affecting you this time," I pointed out. "You should try to find something else to concentrate on when you're not at practice."

"Maybe I'll just think about your body and what I'm going to do to you when we get home," Jordan teased.

"That's the spirit, but just don't think about how I'm going to ravage your ass and stretch you out though," I shot back. "I wouldn't want you to start worrying about that next."

"Fat chance," he quipped. "That would be the last thing I'd have to worry about. That would be like an elephant being intimidated by a mosquito."

"You'd better watch your little analogies and what you're saying, or you might never see my mosquito again," I threatened.

"I wasn't trying to imply anything. I like your mosquito," he apologized. At least I thought it was an apology.

"Don't try to make up to me now. The damage has already been done," I shot back.

"Awww, Tony. You know I was only jiving you," he reasoned, while giving me that look of his

"Okay. I'll let it slide this time, but you'd better watch which of my body parts you make fun of," I warned.

"Oh, I'll watch those parts of your body all right," he joked, playing on my words.

Later that night, since I talked my parents into letting me stay with Jordan this time, I did my part in helping him relax. While Justin was out watching television with Dad K, I took Jordan to his bedroom and we both stripped down. I then let him slip into my sheath and took him for a wild ride. There would be nothing slow and gentle about this coupling, because I wanted to drain and tire him out at the same time, so he would remain like a bowl full of Jell-o until morning. As he drove into me, I forcefully backed into him, and as he withdrew his stiff pole, I would ease forward. It was strong and hard, so we were both sweating profusely by the time he blew his wad all over my innards. We took a minute to calm down first and then we switched positions.

This time I got to pound Jordan's butt and this ride was just as hard and wild as the one before. I pummeled his backside like a man who'd been in solitary confinement for many years. Jordan energetically mirrored my efforts and we worked ourselves into a hypnotic frenzy of lust and love. When I made my final thrust and deposited my creamy nectar, the sweat was pouring off both of our bodies and the sheets were drenched around us. Once we'd recovered from our intense lovemaking session, I quickly changed the sheets and then we snuggled in bed. We were both exhausted and ready to sleep, so I don't even remember when Justin joined us, but he was cuddled up against me on the opposite side from Jordan when I awoke the next morning.

Jordan managed to remain calm for the rest of the week and the game Friday evening was definitely a tough one, but we pulled it out in the last quarter and won by four points. Our opponent's last scoring drive merely resulted in a field goal and then we scored a touchdown shortly after that. Of course, the euphoria of the win made us want to celebrate, so we all went to the dance that night. A couple of the guys on the football team asked if we were a couple, once we showed up at the dance together, so I told them I was bi and spent time with Jordan, but I also dated Amber. That seemed to suffice.

It didn't take Justin long before he disappeared with Shannon and we didn't see him again until it was time to go home. He had a huge grin on his face, so I felt he'd had some fun with Shannon, but I didn't ask. Instead, we just went to their place and jumped in bed.

I woke up Saturday morning and the sheet was drenched again, along my body, but it was the wettest around where Jordan slept and we hadn't even had sex.

"What the hell did you do, piss the bed?" I blurted out, without thinking.

"No, I was just sweating," he replied.

"It wasn't that hot last night and I thought having won the game would relax you," I countered. "So why would you sweat so much?"

"I don't know, but that's what happened," he offered. "Why don't you go ahead and get out of here, while I'll change the sheets. I'll join you in a minute."

Jordan joined us again after he finished his housekeeping chores and we ate breakfast together. After that, we horsed around for a while, before we went in to watch the college football games. It was kind of a laid back day for us, but Justin spent a good deal of the afternoon talking on the telephone with Shannon. When my parents called later, they complained that the house phone had been busy for over an hour and neither of us had answered our cell phones. We apologized and told them we'd accidentally left our cell phones in Jordan's bedroom and Justin was tying up the house line with his girlfriend. Once that was cleared up, they invited us all down to have Sunday dinner with them.

I joked with Jordan after I hung up and told him that I thought my parents must have felt inviting us all down to dinner was one way they'd get to see me. I'd been spending a lot of time with Jordan and his family recently, so I'd been unwittingly ignoring my own. My parents had been very good about it though, but I knew I would have to make amends for my neglect. I talked about this with Jordan, Justin and Dad K when I told them about being invited down for Sunday dinner and explained my plans to spend more time with my parents. Jordan and Justin suggested that we could stay together every other weekend at my house and I agreed that would help out a lot. Dad K said it would also be fine with him, so that's what we were going to do from now on.

That night, the three of us attended a party at the home of one of the other football players. We didn't usually take Justin with us to these parties, but Shannon was out of circulation for a while, because her parents had grounded her. We weren't quite sure why, because she hadn't shared that information with Justin, but we thought it would be rude for us to leave Justin at home alone, since Dad K was going out with friends. Jordan and I stayed close to Justin the entire time, so he wouldn't feel out of place and to ensure the others wouldn't give him any shit. We had a good time, although it wasn't outstanding, so we didn't stay very late.

Sunday morning, Jordan's side of the bed was soaked again when we awoke. I didn't make any stupid comments this time, but I did ask him what was going on. He said he didn't know, but it made me begin to wonder what would have caused this, because it definitely wasn't normal. After we all cleaned up and got dressed, Dad K took us out for breakfast. After we finished eating, we returned home and watched some NFL games on TV, until it was time to go to my house for dinner.

As soon as we arrived, I gave my mom a big hug and a kiss, and both Jordan and Justin did the same, and then she told us we all looked well. After that, we went into the living room and sat down to visit for a while before we ate, but my mother spent most of her time making a big fuss over us. She asked everyone if they wanted a drink or some snacks before dinner, but we only took a glass of soda each, while Dad K accept a mixed drink from my dad.

My mom had been constantly looking at Jordan during this time and finally told him that it looked as if he had lost some weight. He told her it must be because of football season, but I hadn't noticed this before. It was probably because we'd been together most of the time, so it wasn't as obvious to us, as compared to someone who hadn't seen him for a while. However, after my mother mentioned it, I began to notice that he did seem thinner. I guess between the football and the sex, it must have been wearing the poor guy out, so I'll have to take it a little easier on him from now on.

We had a wonderful dinner and then sat around and chatted with my parents until well into the evening. My mom wanted to know all about Justin and how he was doing, and when she found out about Shannon, she peppered him with a ton of questions about her. Then, she started in on me about Amber and I told her we were still friends, but we were no longer dating and we hadn't seen each other for a while. I explained that she had gotten upset that I had been spending so much time taking care of Justin over the summer and then it was all the time I was spending playing sports. Even though my mother seemed a bit disappointed by my answer, she accepted it and didn't give me any grief about it.

I stayed home with my parents that night, but Justin told me that Jordan went to bed early after they got home. He said Jordan told him he was quite tired and thought he'd get some extra sleep, so he'd be ready for the tough week of football practices he and I knew we were going to suffer through this week. What we hadn't counted on was that this was just the beginning of a very bad week for him. His night sweats continued and the exhausting practices we attended seemed to zap him of all his strength. We figured he just had some kind of a bug, so he started taking Vitamin C tablets to help combat it. I told him he should get his father to take him to see a doctor, but he said he'd be over this in no time, so he didn't do it.

Friday's game was a killer and probably the most physical game we had ever played. There were bone-crushing hits delivered by both sides and our team gave as well as it received. Jordan was sacked hard twice, but he also delivered a couple of heavy-duty tackles while playing defense. I was popped hard a few times too, but I also managed to make a few violent tackles of my own. It was a close game, but we allowed them to score a two-point conversion, which meant we ended up losing by a single point. It was a very depressing loss and we were quite bummed out after the game.

Jordan and I, along with most of the football team, went straight home afterward, since we'd all pretty much lost interest in any post game activities. Justin went out with Shannon after the game though, so I waited up for him long after Jordan crashed for the evening. Once Justin came home, he and I sat up and talked for a while, but then I went in to sleep with Jordan, while Justin went to his room alone. I guess Jordan's tossing and turning bothered him a lot more than it did me, so he decided not to join us.

The following morning, Jordan woke up complaining about a backache. We figured the heavy hitting from last night's game had taken its toll on his weakened body, so I rubbed him down with some sports cream and he told me his back was starting to feel better. I stayed by his side the entire weekend, as we watched television and I waited on him hand and foot. My lover wasn't feeling well and I was determined to nurse him back to health, so I was a real Florence Nightingale. Justin was around most of the time too and helped me entertain his brother, while at the same time letting him rest and recuperate. We all turned in early that evening, as much from boredom as from fatigue, so hopefully next weekend will be better.

During the week, Jordan was still run down and complaining of back pains, so now I was beginning to worry. On Thursday, I told Dad K that he had to make a doctor's appointment for Jordan, which he did immediately. In fact, he was able to get Jordan an appointment for Saturday morning. I just hoped Jordan would be able to hold out until then.

I kept my eye on Jordan during Friday night's game and warned the coach about how he was feeling. He finally sent the second string quarterback to run a few series of downs at the end of the second quarter and again at the end of the third quarter. It was another close game, but we won this one by scoring a field goal shortly before the end of the fourth quarter. I think that if Jordan had been feeling better we might have scored the touchdown instead, but the coach opted for the field goal and it paid off. We were all overjoyed and went out to celebrate afterward. Jordan and I didn't stay out late though, but we had a good time.

Saturday morning, I went with Jordan and Dad K to the doctor's appointment. I stayed in the waiting room, while the other two went into the examination room and it seemed as if it took forever before they came back out. Dad K immediately advised me to follow them, because he had to take Jordan over to the hospital to have some tests run. When we were all in the car, I asked what was up and Dad K told me that the doctor found some lumps in Jordan's neck and wanted us to take him over to the hospital to have some blood tests run and some x-rays taken. I asked him what this meant and he said he wasn't sure, but the doctor asked him for a complete family medical history.

Dad K told me later, while Jordan was going through his tests, that the doctor was particularly concerned about Joan's family's cancer history. He wasn't sure what that meant, because the doctor wouldn't speculate until he had the test results back, but Dad K confided in me that he was scared. He also told me that we should hear back from the doctor's office about mid-week, so we'd know something more definitive by then.

After Dad K shared this information with me, I was really worried about Jordan. I promised myself, however, that I wouldn't let Jordan or Justin see how worried, and even scared, I was. I could already tell this was going to be one of those really long weeks, so I had to do everything I could to make the weekend seem normal. Luckily, my parents were very understanding when I told them I wanted to stay with Jordan, since he wasn't feeling well.

The next week we both went to football practices, but we were on pins and needles the entire time. I told the coach, in strictest confidence, about what was going on with Jordan, so he wouldn't get down on him if he made silly mistakes. I was also hoping he'd take it a little easier on him, seeing it was obvious he wasn't at full strength.

Our final game was going to be Saturday afternoon and it would determine the league championship. I was more worried about Jordan than about winning a lousy football game, but I didn't want to alarm Jordan by letting him know that. Wednesday, the doctor called Dad K and told him that he needed to run some more tests on Jordan, so he was to take Jordan to the hospital on Friday for a CT scan, a bone marrow aspiration and a biopsy. If the doctor told Dad K his suspicions, Dad K didn't share that information with us, but we knew it wasn't good.

I believe we all realized what the word biopsy usually indicated, but we were all too scared to bring it up for discussion. Maybe it was superstition or possibly it was just our inability to cope with the reality the words might indicate, but we all kept our thoughts to ourselves. Justin and I made Jordan sleep between us during this period, so we could both cuddle with him, since I convinced my parents to let me stay there for the rest of the week. I had to explain my reason for this request, and they understood and agreed. This was our show of unity to let Jordan know that whatever he had to go through, he wouldn't have to face it alone.

On Friday, both Justin and I took off from school and Dad K took off from work so we could be with Jordan. This automatically made Jordan and I ineligible to play in Saturday's game, since there was an athletic rule that stated an athlete had to attend classes on the day of a game or on the last day of classes before the game. If you were absent, then you couldn't play. I didn't care though, because what was happening with Jordan was much more important than some stupid game.

The doctor explained to the rest of us what was going on, after Jordan was taken in for the CT scan. The scan was to help the doctor make a better diagnosis of Jordan's condition by using special equipment to produce multiple images of internal parts of his body. The bone marrow aspiration and biopsy was a procedure where they would numb his hip and insert a needle into the bone, so they could extract some of the liquid bone marrow and take a small bone chip, which they would then examine under a microscope. When we questioned the doctor about what he was looking for, he tried to put us off until after the tests were completed, but we wouldn't let him off the hook. He finally admitted that he was testing for Hodgkin's disease.

We were all looking at one another, to see if any of the others knew what this was, but it appeared as though none of us did. Dad K asked the doctor what this was and he explained it was a type of cancer that affected the lymphatic system. He then went on to explain that the lymphatic system is a network of vessels that were responsible for circulating bodily fluids and they connect to very specialized organs called lymph nodes. These are white, bean-shaped nodules that the body uses to filter out destroy microorganisms, but the system also consists of the bone marrow, the spleen, the thymus gland, the tonsils, the appendix and a few other organs. He informed us the he was trying to determine if it was Hodgkin's or not, and if it was, how much of the system was already affected, before he would lay out a course of action for us. He said this was all he could tell us until all the test results were in, but that probably would take a few more days.

This news did nothing to lift our spirits, and if anything, it only helped to drag us deeper into despair. We discussed amongst ourselves what he'd told us and then we each vowed that we would try to remain as upbeat as possible when we were around Jordan. I planned to use the computer later and do searches to locate all of the information I could find on the Internet about Hodgkin's disease. I wanted as many details as possible so I could help Jordan make the best and most informed decisions possible. If we had to make choices, we wouldn't take any chances of making poor ones merely because we didn't have enough information. I was going to be prepared to help lead Jordan through this with both eyes wide open.

We had been at the hospital for a couple of hours before the last of the tests were completed and Jordan was finished, so now we could go home. He was also given some painkillers to take, in case his hip started to bother him once the anesthetic began to wear off, and Jordan started talking about the entire experience once we were in the car. It seemed as if he had been able to wheedle the same information out of the doctor and technicians that we had been given, while he was being treated.

At this point, Jordan wanted us to tell him what his options were, so we each explained, in our own inimitable way, that the doctor had told us it was much too early to determine that information. First of all, we didn't know for sure if he had this disease, but even if he did, then we needed to learn how advanced it was. If that was what he had and it were still in the early stages, there would be one option, and if it was in the middle stages there would be another option, but if it was more advanced stages, then there would be a different set of options available.

We explained to him that we couldn't yet concern ourselves with any such possibilities until we had all of the facts, so it wouldn't do any good to start worrying about it at this point. I hoped he was better at following this advice, than I was at accepting and following my own words of wisdom. Even if he wasn't worrying, I was doing enough of that for both of us.

Later that evening, Jordan asked me to go for a walk with him, which meant he had something up his sleeve, because we didn't just go for walks without a reason. He was still suffering a small amount of pain from having the needle stuck into his hip and was limping slightly, but he wouldn't let me talk him out of this little excursion. Once we were free of the house, he found a place where we could sit by ourselves and talk.

"Tony, I'm scared. I'm really, really scared," he confessed. "I didn't want to talk about this in front of Dad and Justin, because I don't want to upset them, because I'm not sure they'd be able to handle it after what happened to Mom. I know I can talk to you about anything though, so that's why I dragged you out here."

I fought hard to hold back the tears that were beginning to well up in the corners of my eyes when I heard him say this, because I wanted to appear as encouraging as I could be.

"I don't know what to tell you babe, but thank you for believing in me," I countered. "I'm glad that you still trust me enough to open yourself up to me, but I'm scared too. We're going to get you through this though and we're going to do it together. No, we're going to do it as a family, because Dad and Justin are just as concerned as I am."

"I know, but I can't have all of us going crazy over this," he reasoned. "I need someone that I can open up to about my concerns and fears without putting Dad and Justin through this again, so unfortunately for you, you're my choice."

"Unfortunate for me, hell. I wouldn't have it any other way," I shot back. "Did you forget? Now and forever, brothers until the end."

"No, I didn't forget and that's one of the things that's keeping me fighting," he confessed. "It's kind of ironic though."

"What's ironic?" I wanted to know.

"Well, it wasn't all that long ago that I thought about taking my own life, but now I'm here and scared to death about dying."

"I don't want to talk about that, Jordan," I nearly screamed.

"Why. It's the truth and a definite possibility," he countered, without showing much emotion.

"I know it is, but I still haven't come to terms with my guilty feelings about nearly driving you to that point," I confessed.

Not only was I scared, but he also had me feeling even guiltier about having nearly driven him to that point.

"I thought we were past that," Jordan said next, while looking at me strangely.

"I don't think I'll ever get past it," I replied. "I've just learned to put it behind me and block it from my mind, but even though I've been able to do that for the most part, every now and then all of that guilt comes flooding back, especially when someone mentions something about that time to me. Regardless, I don't want you to think about that time in your live and I definitely don't want you to worry that you might die now.

"Medical science has come along way and people are beating all kinds of cancer every day," I assured him. "You're young and strong, and even if this is cancer, which hasn't been confirmed, there's still a good chance it was discovered early enough to be treatable. No matter what this is, I know you are going to beat it babe, so I don't want you to ever think anything less than that. We're going to grow old together and neither one of us is going to be going anywhere for a long time. One thing is for sure though and that is you have to keep a positive attitude and not dwell on the negative."

"I'll try. I really will," he promised. "I'll just keep thinking about the last time I was down in the dumps and then remember how you brought me back from there. I'll focus of the knowledge that if anyone can get me through this, then you can and will. That's why I brought you out here, because I needed to get this off my chest, but I also wanted to get your take on things. You're my lifeline and my rock, which means I trust you completely."

"I hope I can live up to your expectations, babe," I agreed. "I've already decided that I'm going to use the computer to find out all I can about this disease and then I'll let you know everything I discover. I'll be here for you every minute until we beat this thing, but we're going to do it together. I love you, Jordan, and I'm not going to loose you."

"I love you too, Tony, and I haven't doubted your love once since the day we got back together," he confirmed. "I never will, either."

At that point, I threw my arms around Jordan and we hugged, kissed and cried on each other's shoulder. When we calmed down a bit, I buried my tongue into his mouth and began to undress him. We were only a few yards off the road, but it was a fairly uninhabited area with very little traffic. Besides, I was too overcome with love, and even lust, to be rational about what we were doing. It took me only a minute or two before I had Jordan basically naked and I set about devouring his body.

After spending many minutes kissing his mouth, face and neck, I worked my way down his slender frame. I gave his entire chest a tongue bath and spent the lifetime of a fruit fly suckling on his breasts. Well, at least I assumed the length of time must be equivalent to that. When I moved on, I finished off the rest of his abdomen, washed over his thighs and then I move up to his national monument. It stood tall and proud as I licked up and down its surface, while paying specific attention to the base and attached structures. Once I finished working on his scrotum and testicles. I took his pulsing tool down my throat and sucked him off with a vengeance that I'd never displayed before.

The only thing going through my mind was that Jordan needed something to make him feel good, something that could take his mind away from his worries. I vowed that I would do this for him ten or twenty times a day, if that's what it took to keep his spirits up. Some of his other parts would be up too, but it was his spirit that I was most concerned with. I was still deep in thought when I felt the first powerful shots of his jizm hit the back of my throat, but I continued to suck on his hose and attempted to siphon out the rest of those precious fluids. When his penis wilted, after having relinquished everything it had to give, Jordan slumped back, onto the ground. It took him a couple of minutes to come down from his post-orgasmic high, but I soon heard him speak to me.

"Tony, I need you in me now," he whispered, while giving me his special, pleading look.

"But Jordan, I don't have any lube," I protested, since I didn't want to hurt him, especially after the pain he'd suffered during the tests.

"Just use your saliva, but do it now," he urged. "I need to feel you inside me." I bent down, grabbed Jordan's legs and then pushed his knees against his chest. This opened up his pucker for me, so I used my tongue to rim him. I stuck my tongue past the muscular ring and coated it with a generous supply of my saliva, but I also let strings of saliva drip over the outer surface, before I worked it into him. I also spit into my right hand and used it to spread over my throbbing erection, after I'd let my trousers and boxer briefs fall to the ground.

Once I felt we were both sufficiently lubed, I crawled forward on my knees, placed the head of my dick against his rectum and pushed my way in. It wasn't too bad for him as I entered, and before long I was buried, balls deep, in his warm, velvety chute. I thrust my hips back and forth, first inserting then extracting my penis until the head was nearly ready to pop free, which elicited both pleas and compliments from my lover. I jerked in and out of him for quite a few minutes, until the fires ignited in my loins and my semen burst up the launch tube. After coating Jordan's bowels with my baby-making seed, we kissed, and then we kissed some more.

"I love you Jordan," I whispered in his ear, once I pulled my lips away from his face.

"I love you too, Tony. I love you with all of my heart and soul for as long as either of us shall live," he answered back.

All of the test results had come back and the doctor's office called to ask Jordan to come in. The doctor Jordan was going to see this time was a specialist that Jordan's family doctor had referred him to, and the four of us went together, en masse, to hear the prognosis. Jordan seemed intent on crushing my right hand while we were waiting to get in to see the doctor, since he was squeezing it as a way to release his nervous energy, while Justin was busy doing the same thing to my left hand. This was how they were allowing their fears and trepidations to exhibit themselves in physical form, and whether I liked it or not, I was on the receiving end of this abuse.

When we were finally called in to see the doctor, the three of us sat down together on a small couch, which was located on one side of the doctor's office, while Dad K sat in an overstuffed chair in front of the doctor's desk. Jordan, Justin and I were still holding on to each other's hands, since none of us was willing to let go of this emotional lifeline.

"I'm glad to see you all here," the specialist began. "It will be important for Jordan to have 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." After saying this, he looked over at the three of us and smiled.

"You're right," Dad K added, "we're all lucky they love each other so much. It is especially helpful to me, because after my wife died it helped to eliminate most of the worries I might otherwise have."

"You are a very lucky man, sir," the doctor responded, "and you are too, Jordan. I wish all of my patients came from such a loving and caring home environment, because it would make my job a whole lot easier. Patients tend to recover faster when they have fewer other distractions and have others to help them get through the roughest times. You should benefit greatly from their support."

Jordan squeezed my hand and smiled at Justin and his Dad, but I think 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, so I 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. If you will all be patient while I explain this, then I'll answer any questions you have once I'm done."

We nodded our understanding, but then collectively held our breath, because we were nervous about what was to follow.

"Your primary care physician suspected you had Hodgkin's disease, because you showed several key symptoms. He had listed that you suffered from drenching night sweats, weight loss, a lack of energy and lower back pains, and he discovered small lumps in your neck and arm pit. The tests have proven that his preliminary diagnosis was correct, but you are very fortunate this was discovered in the early stages of this disease. It is very treatable when caught this soon and your odds for beating this cancer are quite good."

You could hear an audible 'whoosh' throughout the room, as the four of us exhaled in unison. Finally, we were able to breath 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 and the prognosis for that stage is good, which means there are favorable odds that you will be able to receive treatments and survive for the long term. Stage II Hodgkin's means 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 and the nodes that are affected are in the upper region. 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, which is a very positive development," he continued. "What I am suggesting is that you begin a regimen of radiotherapy treatments as soon as possible, to halt the spread of the cancer and destroy the cancerous cells that are already present." The doctor paused and scanned each of our faces and looked into our eyes, one by one, as he tried to see if he could surmise what we were thinking. "I believe some of you might have questions, so ask away."

We all looked at each other, to determine who would speak first, but Jordan eventually took the initiative to break the silence.

"This means that I'm not going to… die. Right?" he wanted to know.

"Of course it does," the doctor replied, sounding very optimistic. "The treatments should do what I told you and there should be no traces of the disease afterward. We'll run some more tests after you receive the treatments, just to make sure, and we may also need to put you on chemotherapy for a while, but you should be fine once we've finished and live a long and healthy life."

Jordan's body seemed to overly relax after hearing this news, almost as if he had been supporting a thousand pound weight on his shoulders and his body could no longer 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 again.

"About the radiotherapy, doctor," Dad K took over, "is there anything we should know about that?"

"Yes. I should explain a few things to you," he replied. "Jordan will go to the radiology department the day before his treatment begins, so the physician will be able to map out the areas of his body in ink. These marks will be used to show the technician administering the apparatus where to focus the treatments, so they'll have the greatest effect. There are also possible side effects and Jordan may suffer from fatigue, loss of appetite, his skin may become red and sore, similar to a sunburn, and it may even begin to peel. He may also have a dry, sore throat, difficulty swallowing or 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, but it will only be temporary and your hair will grow back later," the doctor confirmed. "Many male patients elect 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'd prefer not to discuss it at this time," he replied. "If we decide later that this will is the course of action 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 next.

"The sports will be cut out during the treatment phase and he may miss some school because of the side effects," he replied. "Once the treatment has been completed and Jordan has recovered, however, then he should be able to do everything 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 and the markings on his body were very noticeable. It was a good thing we were heading into the colder weather, because Jordan began wearing turtlenecks to cover them up. Over the next few weeks, he did display some of the side effects the doctor had told us about, such as a dry sore throat, fatigue and hair loss, but he also suffered from a loss of appetite. He ate next to nothing when we had Thanksgiving dinner with my parents, but he was also spending a great deal of his free time in bed or on the sofa asleep. That's why I decided 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 first, before you make any decision," I began. "I think it would be best for Jordan and me to drop out of school for this school year and use the time to let Jordan get well. We can go back in the fall to take our junior year over and we'll only be a year behind our friends. This will give Jordan an opportunity to fight this thing off without additional worries or having others stare at him or worrying about his grades as he goes through the tough times. I'll stay with him throughout the day and help him cope with whatever he's dealing with and I'll be there to keep him company and wait on him hand and foot. I'll also be able to make certain he does everything the doctor tells him to do, so what do you think, Dad?"

"I know you have good intentions, Tony, but do you really think that Jordan should disrupt his whole life because of this?" Dad K countered.

"He already has," I pointed out. "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'll be able to concentrate on getting better and I can help him do it. He won't have to worry about all those other things, like who's staring at him and how his grades might keep him out of college, and then we'll be able to start over again in the fall, when he's feeling better."

"Well, you do make some valid points," Dad K relented. "What about your parents? How will they feel, if you quit school just to take care of Jordan?"

"I'm sure they'll understand and agree with me," I offered. "They know I'm probably not college material, so it will only mean that I'll 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, once he gets better."

"All right, you've convinced me, but you have to talk this over with your parents and get their permission first," he concurred. "If they agree to this, then I'll speak to the school about it. If everyone is on the same page, then we'll present the idea to Jordan. If he likes the idea, then we'll do it." Dad K then 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 each have their own dreams and those dreams don't include my construction business, but I think it would be best if the company stayed in the family. Therefore, I want my other son to have it and I think Jordan and Justin would agree. 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 said, as I released him. "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 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, but I also told them about Dad K's offer about the business. My parents were totally speechless and couldn't believe his generosity. I think they were also thrilled to know my future now looked fairly secure. Dad K also helped me get my driver's license and bought a used car for me to drive, so I could take Jordan and Justin places whenever they needed.

It was almost Christmas now and I had to find special gifts to give to Jordan, Justin and Dad K. I racked my brains for days, as I tried to think of an appropriate gift for each of them, but I had yet to come up with anything. I wanted each gift to be something special, something that would let each one know the depth of my feelings for him 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 weren't even sure what they were going to get him, so it looked as if they weren't 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 and then began to pray 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, before we all went to Christmas Eve Mass together. We were also planning to have Christmas dinner with my folks as well, at my mother's insistence, but I was spending the night at the Koontz house. After mass, I kissed and hugged my parents goodbye and then went home with Jordan.

It may sound wrong that I wasn't going to spend the entire holiday with my parents, but they understood. They had been really cool about this right from the start and I was just grateful that they were so wonderful.

The four of us crashed as soon as we got to their house 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 it being Christmas and having presents to open. We kidded with him a little about this and then we went out to find Dad K, so we could open our presents.

After Justin and Jordan had opened the presents from their father and he had opened their gifts, Jordan and Justin handed me an envelope. Inside was a Christmas card from the two of them 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 it, so we wanted you to own it, not just be able to use it," Jordan added. "You've done so much for the two of us when we were sick and needed you, so this was the least we could do in return."

What could I say? All I could do was hug them and cry. We stayed like that until Dad K handed me a second, legal-size envelope and announced this one was from him. I opened it and found a card and a legal document, which was a partnership agreement for the business. He told me I could go down to his lawyer's office any time and sign the papers to finalize the agreement. 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, even if something happened to him in the interim. How the hell can you thank someone for a present like this? Yes, he'd already told me it would be mine one day, but I never expected 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 my presents were paltry compared to theirs, but it was too late to do anything about that now. I handed Dad K his present first. This was also in an envelope, which he opened, read 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 immediately asked their father 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 how ever 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 someone from 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," I replied, "and they were highlighting the abuses of a particular nursing home. I decided then and there that you and my parents would never have to go through that. I made a similar certificate for them, which I will present when we go down for dinner."

"Your pretty special, Tony," Dad K told me, as he gave me another hug.

"You guys are pretty special yourselves," I countered. "These were pretty special presents you gave me too."

Next, I handed Justin and Jordan their gifts. They were identical small packages and they tore off the wrapping paper to find a small jewelry case. They opened the case to discover they each contained a silver ring. They thanked me for them and started to put them on, but I had to stop them.

"Wait. They're engraved. You've got to read what it says inside the band," I told them.

They each stopped, held up the ring and looked inside the band. Both were engraved with the same simple phrase. 'Now and forever, brothers until 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 matching rings and a token of our pledge."

I happened to know our ring sizes, because of when Jordan and I went to order our class rings, which I'm going to have to call and cancel now, seeing we'll be graduating a year later. Justin had accompanied us on that trip and found out his ring size at the same time, so I had all of the information in the back of my mind. Therefore, 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 pledged our love for each other once more. We then went into our room, stripped down and then hopped into the shower together to clean up. Lovingly, each one of us helped to wash the other two, and those doing the cleaning would have a chance to express their love through this procedure. It was all done slowly and lovingly, and when we finished, we got dressed and went down to my house with Dad K 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, but they cried even more when I told them about my gifts from my second family. It was a very emotional day. The three of us boys slept in my bedroom that night and we all cuddled with each other.

Both families spent New Year's Eve together too, although it was a very laid-back celebration, since Jordan was so tired. We decided not to overdo it with him, so we just played some board games at their house, watched a football game and then observed some of the New Year's Eve celebrations of TV. My mom had also worked with Dad K to fix a wonderful meal, which we all enjoyed, but our parents also let us enjoy a half-glass of champagne with them, which Dad K provided, as we welcomed in the New Year.

Once the holidays were behind us, we progressed through the remainder of the winter, into the spring and enjoyed the summer as best we could. During this time, Jordan managed to recover completely from his bout with Hodgkin's disease, so by the time the two of us restarted our junior year of high school, most of his hair had grown back, so he wasn't as self-conscious. We didn't play football that year, because we didn't think Jordan was ready to receive any blows, but we did play basketball and baseball. Everyone also knew that we were a basically a couple, but no one gave us any flak, which we were grateful for.

During our senior year, Jordan had an outstanding season at quarterback and made the all-state first team at his position. He also won a complete football scholarship to a Division I school that was located only a few of hundred miles from home. Every weekend throughout the fall, the rest of us went with Dad K to watch him play and we continued to do this every fall until he graduated from college. Jordan earned his degree in electrical engineering and was able to get a job in his field back home.

Justin eventually went to college too and then he returned home as a teacher. He is teaching computer science and technology classes at the same middle school that each of us had attended when we were younger. He is well liked and highly 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 and he has given me more and more responsibility for the business every year. He plans on retiring in a few more years and we all still live together in their house. Justin is currently dating a girl he met at college, because she got a job teaching at the local elementary school, and they are even talking about marriage. Dad K, Jordan and I have decided that if they do tie the knot, then we have special plans to help them.

Dad K is planning to give them a lot just down the road from his house, which was part of the original farm he had purchased back when he decided to build their current house. Then, we're going to have the Koontz Construction Company build their house, whatever style and layout they choose, and the three of us will do our share of the work on it, as a wedding gift. That way, they'll be close enough to keep the strong family ties we still enjoy and we'll get to spend time with their kids, when they start a family.

Jordan and I have remained lovers throughout this entire period, even while he was away at college. We managed to get 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 too. She knows all about Jordan and me and I see her with Jordan's full blessing and approval. After all, haven't I told you all along how great he was? Jordan and I allow each other our own space and have absolutely 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's my first, last and greatest love.

My father died a year ago. He had a massive coronary at work and went quickly, so he didn't suffer. In fact, he had already passed on before I was able to pick my mother up at the house and take her to the hospital. My mother has opted to live by herself in our old house ever since, because she claims she is unable to give it up, along with the memories it still holds for her. Dad K, Jordan and I have told her numerous times that she is welcomed to move in with us whenever she wishes, and Dad K has even offered to turn the lower level rooms into an apartment for her.

She would have her own entrance and be totally separate from the rest of the house, but we'd be close enough to help her out and visit with her daily. She has politely refused and told us that she wants to stay in her own home for as long as possible and insists she is happier this way.

I visit her every day after work and Jordan and I. and sometimes Justin too, spend several hours with her every weekend. I also send crews from the construction company over to make any repairs that are needed and we take care of the house in general, since she can't afford to do it on her own. Jordan and I also take care of the yard work, snow removal, etc., because I intend to keep the promise I made to her that Christmas a few years ago. I will always be there to do whatever she needs, as I honor my guarantee.

All in all, I find 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, although it's far from over, and every family member, from both of my families, shall always have a very special place in my heart.