Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2007 08:27:43 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin-Part 3

At the start of this story (chapter 1) you were advised that sex between
young teen boys would eventually take place. If that was precisely what
you were hoping for, I hope the story has so far met your expectations.
And if you were honestly hoping for a little MORE sex, just be patient.
But if you SHOULDN'T be reading this, then you're not going to pay any
attention to my cautionary note, are you? So it wouldn't do one bit of
good to add another.

But I will anyway. If it is illegal due to place of residence or age or
anything else recently thought up to read such material, don't!!

And so with that out of the way, we now return to the affair with
Constantin. Which was interrupted somewhat prematurely. But having upon
learning that we had almost five HOURS...

                           Constantin
                            chapter 3


I felt like I'd just died and gone to heaven. But I'd often felt like
that. In my dreams. I had lots of them, not all of them wet. In case you
might be wondering. But those sexual dreams... now THEY were memorable.

But then being hit over the head with a hammer is memorable as well.
Painful but hard to forget. And see, most of my dreams ended with an
unexpected twist that was not at all pleasant. I would be making it with
Constantin, I was giving him a blow job, he LOVED it, he really LIKES me,
I felt like I was in heaven, the roaring ocean was about to squirt, oh
this was FANTASTIC... then Tommy and Dorsey opened the curtain. Oh no! I
was on stage! In front of the whole damn school! And they're all laughing
at me! Including Constantin. He's laughing most of all. He TRICKED me!

Although I still shot off, so at least there was the moment. But I've
already told you this, I did not have a positive image of myself. I
thought being gay was something I'd always have to keep secret, so of
COURSE I was afraid of being found out. And afraid of being used.

I was ALWAYS having dreams like that. And sometimes they turned out even
worse than the one mentioned above. Not very often, but occasionally I
would even dream about girls. So we're already off to a bad start, but
then I don't really have much control over what pops into my dreams, now
do I? And anyway the only reason I'm mentioning THIS dream is to show you
just how negative the twist at the end could be. And I'll try to be
brief. I met this girl (I think she was a teenage hooker) and we were
about to get it on. At least that's the impression I got. And I guess I
was interested in finding out what it would feel like, because the ocean
waves were getting louder. And I really am a little curious, if only for
the sake of comparison. But anyway, the girl opened the door to the room
where apparently we were about to do it, turned, pulled out a razor and
cut my throat from ear to ear. I am not making this up. (And I also
didn't shoot off.)

Well, at least my dreams involving boys never turned out that badly. I'm
trying to put a positive spin on things here, OK? So... (Well, right. The
fact that I'm not likely to be writing much more about girls could be
taken as a positive as well.) So... Shit. I'm just going to start another
paragraph.

So OK then. Often enough my being exposed was just something that was
very likely to happen in the near future; call it a sense of foreboding;
but the moment wasn't so awful, like for instance when Tyndal and Steve
were in front of my locker talking about something. (And Steve by the way
is of no importance, just somebody in my class.) But anyway, they were
naked (aren't they almost always?) and both had erections. Tyndal's was
close to three feet long and big around as a tree trunk, while Steve's
was really small. Miniscule. See, I told you he was of no importance. But
I needed to get to my locker and Tyndal's erection was blocking my path.
As you might well imagine. So I'd just move it out of my way then. And I
started pushing on Tyndal's mammoth erection which meant I had to put my
hand on it and I shot off. But at least this time they weren't laughing
at me, really they seemed completely unconcerned, they just didn't feel
like moving, that's all.

I dreamed about LOTS of different boys, and some of them I didn't even
like. At least I didn't in real life. But...

Oh well. Carpe Diem and all that, right? And I was trying to banish all
those negative feelings. So trying to feign a complete lack of concern;
just wondering, that's all; I remarked, "I figured Tyndal and the twins
would be by now to see how you're doing."

"They all went to the jv game. Gotta put on their act. ... That's all it
is you know, just acting, but still they have to be there, you know?"

Which I thought was an interesting comment, but I shrugged and offered,
"Yeah, I guess." So that was one negative thought out of the way.

"You know you're supposed to get your fingers real slippery, right? Creme
rinse works good. Get one in, then two, then pretty soon, THREE! ...
That's my limit right now, just three, OK?"

Three. No more negative thoughts. Because I KNEW this wasn't something
he'd want in the school paper.

Only I'd never pushed my finger up anybody's hole, remember? Even if it
was the most private place of all, I didn't WANT to. But that was with
Jeff. This was with Constantin. Constantin was soft and cuddly.
Constantin had a broken leg. He needed my help. And his HOLE was
twitching!

Well, it was! A little anyway. So all at once my finger was touching that
little corrugated ring. And it flinched, but not away from me. "So let's
get this soaped up real good, OK?"

"Yeah" he said a bit breathlessly, "It works a lot better that way."

And so greatly encouraged, my index finger slipped inside with little
resistance. And I found it to be hot, tight, slippery and SOFT! And it
was squirming too. Really. That's what it felt like.

"So OK" I thought, "Where is that damn button? ... Probably about the
same place mine is, soo... That's IT! I found it! Yes!! And it really
does feel like a little-"

"Ohhhh!!!"

Yep, that was it all right.

"See if you can-" (I hit it again.) "Oh FUCK!" (I was doing this GOOD!)
"Put in two now!"

So I did. My middle finger's longer anyway. I was working in a confined
space, but it was hot and slippery and soft and squirming like I couldn't
BELIEVE and then it just clamped down. My fingers were stuck in there,
And they weren't coming back out until he quit squirting. No way, no how.
But I could FEEL every contraction! So I really DID do good, didn't I?

Unless maybe I really wasn't supposed to mess around with his button that
much, so I asked him about it. "So was that OK?"

Constantin sighed. "Yeah, you... might... say so."

"But we can do some more stuff in a little while, right?" Meanwhile I was
still trying to work my fingers out. And he was relaxing, but then it
clamped down again. One final squirt. Except maybe he was hoping for a
couple more. "Ummm, could I have my fingers back?"

"Oh yeah" he said blissfully. So I don't guess he was giving my request
his undivided attention, but it did relax and so with a small fart I
popped them out.

"Sorry" he giggled. Which was kind of cute. Because he was soft and
cuddly and caring and possibly apologetic and hopefully thirsting for
more (and he was) and...

And that's why while Jeff should be mentioned some more, I'll try to be
brief about it from now on. But if I were to ever come up with a top ten
list of reasons why I didn't want to get NEAR his butt, reason #1 would
be that he thought cutting loud ripping farts was high comedy.

(And I'm not going to give you the other nine reasons either. Not even if
you send a note requesting them. So there.)

I quickly washed my fingers off. It wasn't THAT bad, but you know... Then
I wiped a small dollop of cum off his tummy with another finger. Sniffed.
Put it in my mouth and swallowed. "Nice" I allowed. Never got to do that
in my dreams.

"Hey Todd, help me out of the tub, OK?"

So carefully I did. Then I wondered, "You want me to dry you off?"

"Please."

And so I did. I dried his butt REAL good. As I hadn't really had a chance
to fully explore it's softness. It was nice.

He sat down again. I sighed. But oh well, I had lots of time. I dried his
legs. Much as I could. Then his feet.

"OK, now move up closer so I can get your clothes off. We'll put them in
the washer with my stuff" he said.

Our clothes were going to be in the washer together! Could it get any
BETTER? "I guess you know my undies are pretty sticky" I said in a
muffled voice as he pulled my shirt up over my head.

"Yeah, I guess they are" he replied matter-of-factly as he worked on my
jeans. Zip, they were down around my ankles along with my undies. My
heart was doing happy flip flops as I stepped out of them. I'm sure a
look of awe was on my face. Wonderment. Love? That too. And I was
trembling. And my dick was resurrecting itself. Not up to half mast yet,
but it was stiffening. Just a warm glow that I was sure was going to last
awhile.

He wiped a glob of cum from inside my shorts with his finger. And
sniffed. "Perhaps a bit musty" he observed. Then he put it in his mouth.
Swished it around, then swallowed. (Wish I'd thought of that. Swishing it
around.) "And a trifle flat, but that's to be expected" he added.

"Well, it has a very short shelf life. But was the bouquet all right?"

"The bouquet was MUSTY... But still somewhat pleasing. Give me a ride to
the washer, please."

His thighs were pressed tightly up against my waist, his arms around my
neck. Like he's facing me, you know? YES! His left cheek was up against
my right cheek. Nice. My hands were under his bottom, holding him in
place. I was sort of absent-mindedly kneading his soft butt cheeks.
Really, because there was just so MUCH to take in. Including the fact
that his penis was slowly coming back to life as well. Ever so slightly.
Mine? Half-mast by then. With a that warm glow. So THIS was what heaven
was like! Well, it was close to a major sensory overload, if you want to
know the truth about it. My poor heart was about to BURST! That wouldn't
be good. "I thought musty was supposed to be a good thing" I
managed.

"Cum, good. Wine, not good" he mumbled.

I had to inject something into what was happening, to sort of deflect it
a little, because for the first time in my LIFE I was almost overwhelmed.
I'd NEVER felt like that before. Major sensory overload. Like I just
said. I only thought I'd loved him before. I HAD, but from afar. Because
I thought that's all it could ever be. But now I REALLY loved him. And if
he didn't love me quite as much as I loved him, he still loved me enough.
I was in heaven all right. And that was before we even got to his room. I
was thinking if that kept up, somebody just might have to push my ass
home in a wheelbarrow.

But anyway. We reached his room and with a sigh of relief I let him down
on his bed. I was getting tired, you know? Try toting somebody around all
over the damn house and you're almost worn out. Constantin patted the bed
beside him and I gratefully plopped down and just stared at the ceiling.
Thinking.

He leaned over and gave me a little peck on my cheek, then wondered,
"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Don't know, just catching my breath a little" then I gave him a peck
back. First time I'd ever done that too. So many firsts. But I didn't
want to fry my circuits. So maybe if we were to just talk a little while.
with me lightly stroking him and vice versa. Yeah, that would be cool.

I leaned up on my elbow and looked at him. Then I started rubbing his
chest. "That feels good" he said.

So that was cool. And I thought about it and finally I started, "You
remember last winter when it got so cold? Right before the Super Bowl?"

"Oh yeah. I remember one thing about it REAL good. You wanna know WHY I
remember it?"

"Was it because of you and Tyndal and the twins deciding to go
streaking?"

THAT got his attention. "How... Damn. Who SAID?"

"Nobody. It's just that I was out there that night. On the trail in the
woods." Which didn't sound QUITE right, so I quickly added, "You guys
didn't see me because I was hiding. ... Because I was naked too."

"Son of a BITCH! Shit! That's wild. ... So OK, we were doing it sort of
like a dare, but why were YOU doing it?"

"Would you believe I dared myself? Well, actually I did it because I
wanted to get sick. ... I just felt like I needed some time off, that's
all."

"So did it work?"

"Did I get sick? Oh yeah. It almost worked TOO well. But-"

"Well, at least I hope that gave you something to jerk off on."

"Oh it did!" I admitted with a mixture of shyness and enthusiasm. "Shit,
you, the twins, TYNDAL... did you notice that Tyndal had popped one that
night?"

"Tyndal was ALWAYS popping wood. He's the one that... so you like Tyndal
and the twins too, huh?"

"Well, I like-" (and I started to say that I liked him the most but
decided against it, I guessed it could wait till some other time.) So I
continued, "Well yeah. I mean everybody likes Tyndal and the twins are a
trip, so yeah, I do, but... well, what did you start to say about Tyndal
anyway? ... If you want to, I mean. Because it's not like I'm going to
tell anybody about it, you know? But shit, he was our class PRESIDENT
and-"

"What about Isac? You think he's cute?"

"Isac. ... You mean the cantor's son?"

"Yeah, that's the one all right. So you like him?"

"Well, I don't KNOW him, but... well, OK, he's pretty hard to at least
not NOTICE, but... just exactly where is this going, anyway?"

"Yeah, I think he's pretty cute too. Don't get me wrong, right now I
think YOU are... well, you know... I like you a lot, even if you're a
little weird, but in a good way but ummm ... you want to be in our club?"

So of course my heart flip flopped again (that's just about what it felt
like) but then..."Well, I like you a whole lot too. But WHAT club?"

"You'll have to be initiated you know."

"Initiated.  ... How?"

He leaned over and gave me another peck on my cheek, then said "Don't
worry, you'll live." Then before I could interrupt again, "And this ISN'T
your initiation, but... you want to switch positions?"

Who, what, where, HOW, oh my. This was getting... well, first things
first. "Switch positions how?"

"Sixty-nine position?"

"If this keeps up I'm going to blow my mutherfucking circuits out" I
groused unconvincingly. Seeing as how I was at the time SWITCHING my
position.

"So don't you have a circuit breaker?"

"I don't know. I never had to use it before. ...So can we go slow maybe?
Just a little?"

"Oh, if you insist" and he just started lightly stroking the head of my
penis. There and a few other places. So of course I followed suit. And he
just kept talking. So cool. Not to mention very interesting. I mean VERY
interesting. "Last Super Bowl weekend. That's really when it all started.
That night we all went streaking? Friday night, right? So OK. I guess the
biggest reason we decided to go streaking was because the twins had
lifted a bottle of Jack Daniels from their folks. About a third of a
bottle. After a party, so nobody missed it. So we drank it... you drink?"

"No, never tried it. At least not yet."

"Probably shouldn't. I know I'M not anymore, but anyway you know how you
can get, right? It was Tyndal's idea though. See, we were all spending
the night at his house. Not that that had anything to do with us getting
naked out there, well, it's like I said, it was a dare. Tyndal went, `I
will if you guys will. Bet you won't though' and next thing you know
we're naked and freezing our damn asses off. If the twins hadn't been
drunk though, I don't think they would've. ESPECIALLY Dorsey. He's the
shy one. At least at first he was. But anyway-"

"Hey. I just thought of something. Where'd you leave your clothes?"

"Right at the edge of the woods. So-"

"Oh shit! You probably left YOUR'S about where I left MINE. What would
have happened if you'd seen 'em?"

"Not knowing who they belonged to? Your ass probably would have gone home
naked."

"Then my ass probably would have froze to death."

"Probably. So I'm glad it didn't happen. But let me finish the story, OK?
I'm about to get to the good part, OK?"

"Oh. Well, OK. I'm all ears!"

"So anyway, once we got our clothes back on and got through throwing up,
we got our asses over to Tyndal's place fast as we could. We were just
about FROZE! So we were staying down in the basement. It's like a rec
room. And his folks are cool, never bother checking up on him, he just
went like, `Hey mom, we're home. We'll wake ourselves up in the morning,
OK?' and that was it. So the very FIRST thing we did was get our butts in
the shower. They had one down there. But we were FROZE! So ALL of us
squeezed in there at the same time and we were packed in like sardines,
you know? So we started thawing out and everybody popped wood. Like that
was a great big surprise, you know? But no big deal because one thing we
HAD been doing was circle jerks. Like first we're just looking at
Playboys and shit and getting horny and so it wasn't long until we were
jerking ourselves off, then after a little bit Tyndal says it would feel
even better if we did each other at the same time, so anyway, we'd
already got that far. Twins admitted they'd done each other a lot, Tyndal
was all for it and so was I. I mean I was getting horny seeing them naked
anyway, those naked ladies in Playboy didn't do much for me. Just never
did. Sooo... after we got out, we had our circle jerk. Nice but nothing
new. You know what I mean? Then we just sat around and watched TV for
awhile. But we didn't bother putting on any clothes. Twins thought it was
way cool being nudists like that, but THEN when we're getting ready to
hit the sack, Tyndal just crawls in naked. Said it felt great. And I
ought to try it some time. TWINS said, shit, they did that all the time
anyway. Doesn't really surprise me a whole lot, but see, they were
sleeping together on a mattress on the floor, I was sleeping with Tyndal
on the hide-a-bed. Right. And that's the first time I ever slept naked.
Except for one thing. I didn't get much sleep. Because soon as I thought
Tyndal was asleep, I was feeling him off. Which by then I pretty much
figured I could get away with, I mean I really was starting to wonder
about him and pretty soon he's feeling me off too. So this is really
working out great I'm thinking. But then all at once he scooted down a
little and the next thing I knew, he did this!" and with that, Constantin
closed his lips around the head of my penis. And that definitely wasn't
my circuit breaker.

He flicked his tongue over my pee hole a couple of times, then moved his
tongue slightly and down he went with the head of my dick rubbing up
against the roof of his mouth until his nose was touching my bush, just
like that. I told you he was quick. And my brain went up to the ceiling
like water would go down a drain and just started floating around up
there. I'd tried to warn him before (although I might not have been quite
forceful enough) but I HAD, but did he listen to me? Noooo.

Well, it did sort of feel like I was having an out-of-body experience.
Seriously. At first it did. And then later on it still did...

But of course I returned the favor. Immediately. And it was MUCH better
than when I did it in my dreams. Most of the time in my dreams I was just
doing it, but I wasn't feeling it my mouth, I wasn't able to smell his
gamy scent; his MUSTY scent; and it was all good. Even if all we were
doing was just priming the pump. I mean he pulled off for a second and
said, "We're just priming the pump, OK?" and I shook my head yes.
"Mmmph?"

"You're not about to blow a circuit are you?"

"Mmmph!" I pulled away. "Maybe I'm on backup now."

"So I'm going to pull away for now cause it looks like you're about
charged up, but... if you want to, you could do me a little longer. Just
go easy, OK?" Then he rolled back over on his back and spread his legs
open.

So I thought about it. And it really looked like he was pretty much
charged up himself. Should be able to last a lot longer than before,
but... oh what the heck. I was fairly sure I could take in his dick and
his balls at the same time (just something I'd picked up during the
summer) but as he wanted to go slowly this time, well, I'd work on just
his balls for awhile. Drawn up a bit, but soft and plump and... and I
did. GENTLY. And it was very nice. And he seemed to think so too. So I
thought about it some more and decided to lick my way down underneath his
balls. Down that little ridge leading to his hole. I wondered if I could
really go all the WAY down there. I hadn't really made my mind up on this
when I started (I don't suppose I would have been wondering otherwise)
but anyway, I just kept getting closer and closer. I was thinking it
would smell ... well, you know... and I guess I caught a faint whiff, but
for the most part it just smelled soapy. With a hint of creme rinse. And
a bit MUSTY. So there. But mostly it smelled like him. So I just kept
going and going until at last my tongue reached that little corrugated
ring of his. By that time he'd pulled his right leg up. The one not
broken. Which gave me better access. So I guessed I might as well give it
a shot. But could I really get my tongue inside? What would it feel like?
What would it TASTE like? And I KNEW what this was leading to. Apparently
he was as anal as I was, maybe even MORE so. Hadn't ever had a broken
leg, so I didn't know how that problem could be worked around, nor did I
even know if I'd want to try. If it was me with a broken leg, I
mean.

But THAT was still in the future. Apparently the in very near future, but
still not right THEN, and right at that moment I was having some trouble
because his legs needed to be opened up a little more. "Umm, maybe if you
were to turn over on your tummy I could get at you easier" I suggested.

"Okay doke" said Constantin.

I pulled his right leg out. Took a deep breath. "Comfy down there?" I
asked. (Stalling a bit, aren't I?)

"Yeah" he answered in a muffled tone of voice. Oh. So it looked like I
was about to find out what it was like. I'd been on the receiving end
before so I wasn't all that surprised to learn that HE was willing,
but...

"Oh and you know what else?"

"What?" I wondered. Hyperventilating and wondering all at the same time.
Oh my goodness.

"That night I was telling you about? First time Tyndal went down on me?
And me on him? Found out the twins were busy doing it too. Right about
then they were. They did EVERYthing together."

"Oh" I said distractedly.

To be continued.

What? You want me to blow a fuse or something? I mean seriously now...

And what about this CLUB? WHAT initiation??!!?? ISAC???? Not to even
MENTION our former 8th grade president. He STARTED all this??

And am I READY for this? WHAT damn initiation?

So really, I'll continue. Just be patient with me, OK?




I hope I haven't gone on too long with this. It's a tricky thing you
know. It really is. How do you capture that first time without killing it
from overexposure? Is it even possible?

As usual, any comments on this matter would be most helpful. I really
hope you have enjoyed the story so far (hoping I could make everybody get
sick would not be very nice of me, I know that) but at any rate, till
next time...

jjjanicki@gmail.com