Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2008 05:07:43 -0500 From: J.J. Subject: Constantin-Chapter 10 As you might have noticed, this story is located in gay-young friends. And while young gays occasionally have purely Platonic relationships, that's generally not what's being discussed in these stories. In fact, almost always these stories involve activities which are unlawful to read about if you're not at least 18. It may well be illegal to even DO such things if under the age of 18, but you most certainly cannot READ about them. And of course there are countries where it is illegal to read about this sort of thing. Entire COUNTRIES where you cannot read about it or even DO it! So if you should fall in any of the above categories, I'm sorry but you must immediately exit. Just because. And thanks. Constantin chapter 10 This is about Isac. (Right. We're back on character development again.) He had the audacity of a rock star. About like Mick Jagger. And rock stars can get away with almost anything when they're on stage. If they're in drag, well, that's part of the show. Ever wish you could be like that? Pants so tight it looks like you were poured in, eye shadow, feather boa? Prancing around knowing you've got teeny boppers and teenage boys cumming all over themselves? Knowing every teenager in the audience is wishing they could be you? That might be fun. Especially backstage. But with Isac the trip was seeing that self-assured, fucking beautiful boy become someone else. He'd let us do almost ANYTHING. If it was his turn to be submissive. He liked the role. I enjoyed playing that too, but he was TOTALLY into it. Like one time at Constantin's. We tied his hands behind his back and left him in the basement for close to thirty minutes. Dressed in a dark blue sweater, white dress shirt and tie. And dark blue socks that came to about a foot below his knees. Almost like he was dressed for a school picture. Except for him not having his pants on. But he had no idea what we were going to do. Or at least he didn't know we were going to leave his ass in the dark for thirty minutes. But finally the four of us (everyone but Tyndal) went down and there he sat looking sad and forlorn. And somewhat fearful. Making the comment that the cement floor was awfully cold on his bare buns could've messed up things, but it came across like he was whistling past a cemetery at around two in the morning, that honestly he was so scared he was about to pee. Even though he was semi-stiff. And the way his knees were drawn up you could see his hole plain as day. I knelt in front of him. His lower lip was quivering, but he was still trying to look brave. "Sorry if we've inconvienced you, but perhaps I can warm you up a bit" I said with just a touch of menace. I was trying to be sardonic. He swallowed hard, nervously farted, but was unable to say anything. I mean he was good! I reached down and casually gave his dick a couple of pulls and felt it getting harder. He didn't WANT it to, but what could he do? "Oh" I chuckled sardonically, we're into this, are we?" "No" he quavered, "I'm not. Really sir, I'm not, but-" then he gasped when without warning I lowered my head between his legs and drew his balls into my mouth. Which caused his dick to lurch up and he farted again. That must've embarrassed him almost to death. Wasting little time, I then closed my lips around the tip of his cock and sucked it in. So whether he wanted it to happen or not, he soon became completely hard, I could feel it growing with the head scraping against the roof of my mouth. But I was just messing with him and I soon let it pop out. It bounced up and quivered, curving in the middle like a banana and I caught a sudden whiff of musk. Which was a huge turn-on. No matter how neat and clean, 13-year-olds get musky if you start playing with them, but I never stopped being surprised when I smelled Isac. I pulled his legs open wider and quickly gave his hole a lick and once again he gasped. He was TREMBLING! But fortunately he didn't cut another nervous fart until after I'd pulled away. Thing about those games was you had to think fast. If I'd hesitated, it wouldn't have been me doing all that to him, it would've been somebody else. But anyway. Soon enough he was on his hands and knees with my dick planted in his mouth. Meanwhile Dorsey was busy lubing his hole. In spite of the fact that the poor boy was still farting. Which was cracking everybody up. Like, "Shit man, it's gonna be like fucking a whoopie cushion!" First time Dorsey stuck two greasy fingers in.... ZRRRT! Started working them around. ZRRRT ZRRRT! Followed by a creaking door fart. Then a fairly polite oink. Ever have somebody start giggling when your dick's in his mouth? But he just kept sucking. And everybody else was like, "So I don't care HOW many farts he cuts, I'm STILL fucking his brains out!" So fine. Cool enough. And ZRRRT ZRRRT poop.... it really WAS like fucking a whoopie cushion. Except this one smelled. And every time whoever was fucking shot his load and pulled out... poop... some of it came back out. No cannon shots, just subdued poops and oinks and ZRRRTs. And OK, the ZRRRTs weren't all that subdued either. He ate a can of baked beans before leaving home that afternoon. An entire CAN. Is that Kosher? Not that it matters, I mean it's pretty much analogous to straining at a gnat and swallowing a camel if you stop and think about it, but still... Well, it was unique if nothing else. ZRR-R-RRT!! But we still banged his smelly little ass good. Cousin Jeff would do stuff like that and I felt like hitting him over the head with a heavy object. And if you will recall, I didn't get CLOSE to his butt. But we were fucking Isac silly and I thought it was sort of funny, actually. So I guess it all depends on who's doing shit like that. No pun intended. (And at least THAT didn't happen. Even though I was a bit concerned that it might.) o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o So O-KAY. Now that I've got the poops out, let's return to the story of Joe and John. What is John trying to talk Joe INto? But then you've probably already guessed. At least sort of. But even so, John says... o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o "Remember me saying the reason Andy told me about you was he wanted to see my dick hard? Well, what's REALLY funny is that I'm hoping I can talk you into coming over to MY neighborhood so I can watch you suck off Charlie and Tripp and I can see THEIR dicks hard... especially Tripp's. So see, Andy had a motive and I do too and it's the same thing except with different people. And if you do? I'll act straight, be calling you names and all, but it's an act, just like with Andy. Which is what's so funny. ... So what do you think?" "I don't know" I said. And I'm sure you can understand my saying that. I mean what was I supposed to do, knock on his front door and introduce myself? "Hi. I'm Joe. Want me to suck your dicks?" But that wasn't it. And he talked me into it. Soo... why don't I go on and GET to it? OK, I will then. Monday I wore my regular clothes to school. But underneath I had on John's semi-sheer smoky taupe nylon hose and garter belt. No panties though. I got a city bus and thirty minutes later I was by myself in their hideout in the woods. Quickly, my hands shaking, I striped down to the girly stuff. Nylon hose and garter belt. And I waited. And I waited. But just when I was about to give up and leave, I heard John's voice. He was coming down the path and there were two other voices I didn't recognize. So I'd agreed to do it, but for just a second or so my blood almost froze. Oh no. It was showtime. And they were almost there! Frantically I started climbing up a tree. John had pointed it out earlier and I'd climbed it with little difficulty, but THEN I was fully clothed. I was skinning up my peter! Only by then I could hear them rustling through their secret crawl way. Well damn it, I'd just SKIN my peter then! But it was very hard forcing myself to do this. "What the fuck is THIS?" And that turned to be Tripp. "Son of a bitch, somebody left their pants out here!" said John. "Shhh!" whispered the person who turned out to be Charlie, "There might be somebody still in there!" "Well let's find out!" said Tripp excitedly. Meanwhile, I was still trying to force myself up that tree. I'd made it about five feet when the first of the threesome crawled out. I think it was Tripp, but I was afraid to look. It was no act, I wanted to become invisible. "Somebody left their damn shirt and shoes too" said Tripp. "Yeah, and over there is a sock-" started Charlie. Then John interrupted. "And would you just LOOK at what we caught up in the tree!" he exclaimed. "What?" asked Charlie. "Look!" said Tripp and then he started laughing. "Damn mutherfucking son of a bitch!" said Charlie. I timidly looked back and they were staring at me. And I MUST have been quite a sight. For a moment everyone was speechless. Then Tripp yelled, "Hey! You! You a girl or a boy?" He was fairly small with dark blond hair and a smart mouth. I could see right away why John was so taken by him. John said, "Well, you might not believe this, but he's a boy. I swear." "How can you tell?" asked Tripp. "It looks like a girl to me." "Yeah, but he's got short hair" said Charlie. "So I've seen girls with hair that short before" said Tripp. John had moved directly beneath me and was intently looking up. "He's a boy" he said. "How can you tell?" wondered Charlie. "Balls. You ever hear of a girl with balls?" "No, I can't say that I have" said Tripp. Now they were all directly beneath me staring up intently. Tripp asked, "What balls? I don't see any." "Well, I saw them" said John. "Small to medium-sized ones. And besides, you see anything that looks like a pussy?" Tripp hollered, "Hey, you a boy or a girl?" I turned scarlet and couldn't think of anything. "You must be a fag" said Charlie, "Are you?" I looked up at the sky. "No, I'm not" I said. Which is just what you would EXPECT me to say. "Then why ain't you got your damn clothes on?" wondered Tripp. "Yeah, and if you're not gay, then why you got on that garter belt? You look like a hooker. How old are you, anyway?" wondered John. "I'm fourteen" I mumbled. Having managed that, I continued on lamely, "I didn't know anybody was going to come out here. But I was just goofing off is all..." and I trailed off. Tripp said, "Well, in case you don't know it, you're goofing off on MY property, so why don't you get your ass out of my damn tree?" "I didn't know it was ANYbody's property" I replied. But I didn't budge. So Tripp said, "If you don't get your damn ass out of my tree, we'll come up there and GET you out." Charlie snickered. I got redder still and looked down at them uncertainly. Tripp asked me, "You don't believe me, do you?" "I'm sorry" I said, but I STILL didn't move an inch. "John, why don't you get him out of my damn tree?" asked Tripp. John shrugged and then asked, "Well, are you coming down or you gonna make me come up and GET you down?" "What are you going to do?" I quavered. "Nothing much" said John. "I bet" I said suspiciously. I scooted up a few more inches. "I guess I'm going to have to get you out then" said John resignedly and with that he started climbing. "No, WAIT" I said desperately. I moved up a couple more inches. John kept climbing. And he was moving a good deal faster than I was. Tripp and Charlie were about to die laughing. So suddenly I pushed myself away from my perch and dropped to the ground, jumped up and started running. No WAIT! My CLOTHES! So I started back. "GRAB him!" yelled John. So they did. Tripp grabbed one leg, Charlie the other and with little difficulty they dragged me back on my stomach and sat on me. By then John was on the ground. "Move over a little" he said, and HE sat on me too. On my butt. Charlie was on my back and Tripp was on my legs. You would've thought I was a piece of furniture. John asked, "So are you guys ready to smoke another?" "Fire it up" said Tripp. So that's what he did. After they'd passed it around two or three times, John yelled down at me, "Hey, you down there! You get high?" Following my script, in a muffled voice I indignantly said no I didn't. "You don't know what you're missing" said John. "Let's get the little faggot high" said Tripp excitedly. "OK, turn him over then. You guys hold him down and I'll blow him a shotgun or two" said John. So they got off and turned me over on my back. And I had an erection. It wasn't full blown, but even so they noticed. "The little queer's got a hard-on!" chortled Tripp. "I can't help it and I ain't doing no drugs!" I said indignantly. I made like I was trying to squirm free again. "Hold his ass DOWN, damn it!" yelled John, so Charlie grabbed my shoulders and shoved my head down while Tripp grabbed between my legs. But before John or Charlie could say anything, he explained he was holding on to my balls and if I didn't open up wide he'd crush them, so I DID open my mouth about as wide as I could, then while John blew me FIVE Tripp was casually making me get harder. He wasn't squeezing my balls, he was massaging them and he also was pulling on my dick. But nobody said anything about it. I sure didn't, I was too busy coughing. Finally I managed to stop though. John asked me, "You through coughing?" I just looked at him. John said, "You ain't going to say anything, huh?" "I just hope you're satisfied" I said. "Not entirely" replied John, then after a short pause he said, "Tell me something... You ever suck dick before?" He sounded very nervous as well he might, because the moment of truth was at hand. HOW were Charlie and Tripp going to react? But I just looked at him. "Answer him!" said Tripp and he DID squeeze my balls. "He ASKED you if you suck dicks!" Hastily but huffily I said, "Well, what if I do?" "Well, you can suck mine then" said John. "And then you can suck mine too" said Tripp. But Charlie said, "Damn! Are you guys SERIOUS?" "Yes!" said Tripp, "He WANTS to!" Then he gave my poor balls another squeeze and asked, "Don't you?" "If I do, will you let me go?" "Sure" said Tripp. "Hot damn!" said John, "Let's DO it then!" and with that he stood up and started working on his pants. But Tripp all at once wasn't COMPLETELY sure. He asked Charlie, "You're in this too, aren't you?... I will if you will." Charlie asked, "You really want to?" "In a way, I do" said Tripp. Then Charlie asked John, "You're going first?" "Well, I got my pants off first, didn't I?" "John's got a boner" said Tripp in a sing-song voice. He was unfastening his pants, but about when they reached his knees, (he still had his boxers on) he hesitated, because it looked like Charlie was still thinking. "You ARE going to do it too, right?" Charlie sighed. "Well, if you guys go first, I guess." "So lets go ahead and get naked then" said Tripp and he started studiously working on his shoe laces. "Hey, John", he said without looking up, "You're not going to laugh at me, are you?" John pulled me up to my knees and guided my head to his midsection. I took a deep breath and went to it. Nonchalantly John asked, "Laugh about what?" "Well mine ain't so big yet. So I mean you won't laugh will you?" "I won't laugh" said John very seriously. "Why ain't you undressing?" Tripp asked Charlie. "I will, don't worry about it" he answered. "I just don't feel like freezing my ass off until it's time, that's all." "Well, I'm going to get my pants off anyway" said Tripp. John came after about five minutes. Then Tripp stepped in front of me and pulled his shorts down. Well, it didn't look all that small to me. Close to five inches and his balls were almost big as John's. He didn't have any hair though. But I thought it looked nice and guess what, he COULD shoot off. He came violently in less than two minutes. I'm surprised he lasted THAT long. Then without having to be coaxed anymore, Charlie stepped in front of me. He was completely naked which was a surprise considering how he'd acted up until then plus neither John or Tripp had taken off their shirts, but he explained that he didn't want to take a chance on messing his up. So it looked like he was expecting an ejaculation of some magnitude. And it was above average. Seemed like he squirted for at least a minute. He looked a lot like John except he had more hair. But not a whole lot. And he had some on his legs and under his arms, like John said. His dick wasn't as long as John's, but it was fatter. I liked John's better though. Oh, and while I was working on Charlie, Tripp and John were pulling my cheeks apart, checking that out. They were giggling. So it sure looked like I wasn't quite finished. And I wasn't. Still playing out the script, once I finished Charlie, I asked if I could go. With a completely straight face Tripp said, "Sure." But he had my clothes. So naturally I asked if I could have them back. "No, I think I'll just keep them" he said, then when I looked dumbfounded he added, "So, we'll see you around, OK?... Bye." "I am NOT going home naked!" "Yes you are." "Look" I said patiently as I could, "I sucked all of you off. Now let me have my clothes, OK?" "Say please." "PLEASE let me have my clothes." "No... Sorry, can't do that." Resignedly I asked, "So what do I have to do to get them back then?" "You really want them back?" "YES!" "Well, I'll let you have them if you go over to my place. You want to do that?... You do, and once we get finished, you can have them, I promise. So what do you say?" "Well, I'll GO to your house, but I can't go NAKED, now can I?" Calmly he replied, "Yes, you can. These woods go right up to my back yard. And nobody's home. So you want your clothes back or not?" "Oh shit. I got myself into this. So fine. Let's go." "In a minute" said Tripp, "soon as I get your shoelaces out." "Why?" Soon enough I found out. He tied the ends together making one long lace, then he looped one end around my balls, made sure it fit snugly and yanked. And I gasped. "Just making sure you don't escape" he explained. "Let's go." And so away we went with him leading the way, occasionally yanking on my leash for no reason beyond just for the hell of it. Then once in his basement I got fucked. By John and Tripp. Charlie didn't want anything to do with it though. But he did want another blow job, so for awhile it was the old spit roast routine again. And with all THAT going on, all John had to do was just TOUCH my dick and KABLEWY. It was pretty spectacular. But Tripp still wouldn't give me my clothes until I promised to come back. He told me to call him after school the next day. He probably didn't think I really WOULD, but I did after first calling John. He warned me Tripp was talking about having some more kids in on the deal. He didn't know WHO, but some of them might not be very good looking. But I said I'd still do it. So John had some more clothes. And when he finally showed up, he seemed very excited again. He had an old Goodwill dress and some white panties. (I already had his garter belt and nylons on.) So. When I knocked on Tripp's back door I was greeted by those three plus NINE others all around Tripp and Charlie's age, six of which were really good looking. Another was average, then there was one who was sort of fat but not totally UNattractive, and one who didn't turn me on any. But right off I wished I hadn't got myself into this. Because they started crowding around me making jokes and wolf whistles. And I did not KNOW all of these people. The sort of ugly one asked Tripp, "You SURE this ain't a GIRL?" "Get his dress off and find out" said Tripp and seconds later they fell on me like a pack of wolves. So it wasn't long until my dress, panties, garter belt and nylons were ripped off. It sure looked like THIS time I was supposed to go home naked, because everything but my nylons ended up in shreds. And the nylons were stretched almost beyond recognition. And when they started tearing my panties off; did I EVER get hard and did they ever hoot and holler! And they were groping me; grabbing my dick, smacking me on the butt and everything. I guess they were pretending I was a girl. But I was getting worried, because it looked like things had gotten out of control COMPLETELY. o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o "And your STORY'S gone out of control too" Isac informed me. "How many are we up to now, twelve?" "Well, I was thinking about ending up with about 56. Tripp's basketball team, somebody's boys choir, somebody's French club, not EVERYbody, but-" But I already knew it was out of control. Fortunately the twins had just left though. Pooped out right after the KABLEWY part. With a few additional KABLEWIES of their own, but at any rate, now I only had Isac to deal with. "But eight might be a good number" said Constantin. "I'd be doing the spit roast thing FOREVER!" He was just fantasizing a bit though. "I wish we had more anyway" mused Isac. "We can't count on Tyndal anymore, I think he's just about gone over to the dark side. But Jesse-" "I'm not sure about him at ALL" cut in Constantin. "Yeah, but what if for his initiation we made him do something like Joe did in that story right at the end, that would be a GREAT initia-" "But he just acts weird! Everybody talks about him anyway, so really, I don't think it's a good idea either." I figured I needed to throw my two cents in with Constantin. "Well you're weird too" he advised me. (Gee thanks!) "But then we're all weird. You know what? In a way I'd like to dress up one time myself. If it was some place nobody knew me-" (CONSTANTIN??? I didn't think about HIM!) "I'm GONNA do it!" interrupted Isac with great resolve. (THAT'S the one I wanted to give ideas to. So apparently it worked.) "When?" wondered Constantin. Because... Hey wait a minute! I've got an idea! I mean this is fucking WILD!" (Uh oh.) "See, next weekend the twins are talking about going to an IU game. Saturday afternoon. And they wanted to know if I wanted to go too. But the thing is, it's a nothing game, shit, they even know that. If IU doesn't win by 25 then Western Illinois thinks they got a moral victory out of it, know what I mean? So I wasn't all that interested, but... Well OK." (I'm not liking the sound of this. Because in case you've forgotten, IU is in Bloomington. Where Jeff lives.) (And Constantin continued and it got worse.) "Isac? You don't care for basketball, right?" "Right" replied Isac very forthrightly. Which fitted in with him being different, because it's almost impossible to live in Indiana and not like basketball. It isn't done. Not very often. Then looking at me he asked, "And you're a Notre Dame fan, right?" "I am not going to Bloomington." "Yes you are. Because-" "No I'm NOT. So just forget all about-" "Yes you ARE! Just listen, OK? That's all you have to do, just hear me out." I never had much luck talking him out of ANYTHING. So here was the plan. We were going up to Bloomington with the twins that Friday after school. With their father, but see, he was going up to play golf with some of his buddies on Saturday. And poker most of the night before. So he puts his boys and their friends up in a motel room Friday night and from then until Saturday evening we're on our own. Which is VERY irresponsible. But anyway, Constantin didn't REALLY want to go to the game, Isac didn't and I didn't. The twins DID, but could probably be talked out of it if something more interesting was afoot. Like a natural disaster or something. But then I can relate the REST of the plan in... well, probably chapter 12. Because the Saturday in question was still a good week and a half off. So there was always the possibility that somebody would get sick before then. Even if you've pretty much figured out that wasn't likely. But it'll be at least chapter 12 because in the next chapter there is yet ANOTHER adventure set to take place. Which again was sort of inspired by my stupid story. What had I DONE? Shit, I wrote most of that story when I was in Bloomington. And I was high as a damn kite at the time. (I'd recently done some editing though, I mean you should've seen it BEFORE. As in "How in the fucking HELL did I end up THERE? And exactly where did I START this from?" It was a mess. Seriously.) But we were discussing the pros and cons of letting Jesse join our club (and we had FINALLY convinced Isac it probably wasn't a good idea) "BUT" said Isac, "I'll bet just about anything I know where he goes when he's out in the woods and what if..." But that'll be in the next chapter. If you're interested. Because if you're not interested I don't guess you'll be reading it anyway. But I still sort of hope you are. jjjanicki@gmail.com