Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2008 20:30:02 -0500 From: J.J. Subject: Constantin-chapter 4 At the start of this story you were advised that sex play was to occur between two young teenage boys. And sure enough, by chapter 2 it was occurring. Then some more occurred in chapter 3. So it would seem to me that by now all the people who don't want to be here are in fact NOT here and all the folks who shouldn't be here aren't here either. But maybe you decided to read this chapter first. That don't make no sense. Why would you do such a thing? You've missed all the damn foreplay. But just in case... If it is illegal due to place of residence or age or anything else recently thought up to read such material, then exit immediately. Sheesh! Now then. Chapter 3 ended sort of thusly: 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... Well, it "sort of" ended at that point because if you will recall, it then wandered off a bit, not a whole lot, but it did. But at any rate, now I guess I should just dive right on in there, right? Well, it sure looks that way to me. Constantin chapter 4 I still had to think about it though. I was rubbing his soft pliable ass cheeks. THAT I liked. Then I was running my finger down the crevice in between. With his legs pulled open, his crack didn't press as snuggly against my finger, but it still did, and the further down I went, the more snug the fit. And I liked that too. But then it wasn't my finger that was supposed to invade his most private place this time, it was my tongue. Right. So I took another deep breath (as I could be down there for a little while) and started running my tongue down his crack, starting at the top. Which felt good as well. I could taste his sweat. And that musky smell. It smelled like sex. So right, I wasn't exactly tasting was I? Well yes I was because if you've got a cold, when you eat something, it's sort of tasteless, right? Because your nose is stopped up. Aha! OK, I was tasting him then. And it was good. So far. (Todd's therum #1: No matter how damn obvious something might seem, the first time it just might not be.) But oh what the hell. I'd already tongued his opening. Hadn't worked my tongue inside any, but it couldn't be very much different, now could it? Had no idea if things got worse or better as my tongue went deeper, but then I figured about half an inch was going to be my limit anyway. My tongue won't extend any further than that. Some rock stars have REALLY long tongues; wonder how they do that? Do they tie it to a tree and do stretching exercises or something? Wonder how Albert Einstein got HIS to go out that far? "Hey Todd" said Constantin in a muffled tone of voice, "you haven't ever done this before, have you?" And in an even more muffled tone of voice I replied, "No, not yet". "Well, you don't have to if you don't want to. You know that don't you?" I pulled away. Time to take another breath anyway. "Well, I DO want to." "Why?" "To see what it's like. To... Well, YOU like it don't you?" "Fuck yeah! I like having it done to me and I like doing it to somebody else. I LOVE it now-" (well, THAT sounded hopeful. Yeah, I was going to do it all right. But he continued trying to convince me. Or talk me out of it. Whatever.)- "Cause when you're tonguing somebody down there and they start squealing and humping back at you-" (I'm DEFINITELY gonna do it)-"sometimes I'm about to cum before I even stick it in, you know?" (Make that unEQUIVically.)-"But the first time I tried doing it?-" (Will you just HUSH? Damn it, I'm gonna-) -"The first time I stuck my tongue in there, I thought I was gonna gag. I guess because I was thinking I would before I even started." (Oh, that's REAL encouraging! Way to go, Constantin!) "So you trying to talk me into it or out of it?" "I'm saying you don't have to, that's all. Maybe later on, you know?" "I want to. I really want to. Or at least I did until you mentioned gagging. If you hadn't MENTIONED that-" He giggled. He was so CUTE when he did that. "Yeah, well, number one, I didn't. And THEN when I got to... well, you ever fuck anybody before?" Which sort of pushed my gag reflex into the background. "Sucked dick, had mine sucked enough, got rimmed, got fucked. First time my cousin rimmed me? I was about to go out of my MIND! I couldn't BELIEVE he was doing that! But then the first time he fucked me, I didn't much care for it. Because it hurt like hell. ... But it DID get better. A LOT better." "So you're saying you like being fucked but you've never fucked anyone else, right?" "Yeah." "I think I like BEING fucked a little more than when it's me doing it, but believe me, it's still awesome. Doing somebody else I mean. And... Oh shit!" (Then he started laughing, but he managed-) "I just thought of something. I haven't ever done this before, but... in FACT I haven't even HEARD of it, but... but you like chocolate syrup?" Slowly it dawned on me what he was suggesting. "Well, not straight, but.. but anyway... but... but anyway... ice... ice cream... I like it on ice cream all right.... Why, you got any?" "Let's forget the ice cream. Brrrr! But we got chocolate syrup. And ... how about a... cherry?" "A cherry?... Well, you got... wait a minute. If you're thinking... if you're thinking about putting that where... I THINK... No. ... I don't think so." "And why not-" "Because... because... BECAUSE I might be wondering if I got the cherry or something else... damn it!" "Oh right." (He'd almost sobered up by then, by the way. As had I.) "Yeah, I guess you've got a point there. But just syrup's OK?" "Sure it's not gonna gum things up?" "Not if you clean it up good. And anyway, I've got K-Y. So you wanna try it?" So I did. And it worked pretty good. Because I DID put my tongue in his... Well, I really did. Even if I can't recall the exact moment my chocolate coated tongue passed that thresehold. No really, I'm serious. I knew I was at least awfully close, but I didn't KNOW until his little ring CLOSED on my tongue. (Umm, can I have my tongue back?) No, that's not what I thought at all. I thought (it's not like I could TALK you know).. I thought "Son of a bitch! It's IN there!" and that's pretty much it. And I was proud of myself. Like I'd just got myself another merit badge. And I wiggled my tongue around (once it relaxed) and tasted... mostly chocolate. With a touch of Constantin. Which STILL was a wee bit musty, but what with him writhing and humping and moaning and all I guessed I'd do it again in the near future and next time I'd do it straight! Cause I was really hoping for some squealing. He did sort of whimper a few times though, and really, that made it all worth while. That and knowing I was going to fuck him, of course. I always wondered what that would feel like. Well, I guess it was all right. Not bad at all. Well actually it was AWESOME. I would have preferred doing it doggy style as that's my favorite position; don't know why exactly, but it is; him sitting on me would have been nice, on his back with his knees about even with his face would have been cool; cause that way I could've kissed him; but with his left leg in a cast we opted for him on his tummy. He assured me I wasn't likely to derail and end up on his broken leg and if by chance I did (but it was highly unlikey if not unheard of) then just go to your right, damn it. Sheesh! While I was lubing up his hole I was really shaky. Then I slipped the condom he'd provided over my straining cock. (More about that later.) But if I hadn't lost it back when I first did, I don't think I ever would have made it, no way! That would've been a bit deflating. But no, I hurriedly lubbed up my condom noting that I still had quite a bit of feeling and that it was no time for me to be dawdling, got between his legs (moving as far away from the left as possible), he reached back and pulled his hole open with one hand, then carefully I eased down, pushed my eager pecker against his rose bud, took a deep breath, centered and... it went right in. OHHHH! And I mean I was just BARELY in, and already OHHHH! And WOW!! too. And I was just barely inside. How much better could it GET? Very much better. "Just keep pushing, slow and easy" he said in a somewhat muffled tone of voice. So I did. And every centimeter deeper into that wonderful hot slippery squirming soft (oh fuck, it was INCREDIBLE) tight little tunnel that gripped my cock was... was beyond anything I'd ever imagined. Even if I still think I like being on the receiving end a just a little more. But it was beyond mortal words! So why don't I just give it up and starting humping then? Well at least I managed to slow-ly ease further and further until at last my pubes were tickling his ass, eased back out a bit (but not all the way out and not as slowly either) then back down, (starting to pick the tempo up a bit, but DAMN! I don't think I can hold out much longer...) so away I went huffing and puffing and grunting and he was slamming back to meet me and sort of moaning blishfully and my ears were ringing and everything started getting a little blurry but it didn't make one bit of difference because EVERYthing was centered right down there and it just kept feeling better and better and then OH FUCK! I'M- I'M- Oh SHIT!" Not that that's an exact quote, as there were numerous other sound effects mixed in, but I don't exactly recall what they were. It was quite a marvelous experience, actually. And Constantin said he ALMOST orgasmed, but didn't as I was a little too quick. But he had been getting close and maybe with a little more practice I could- "Well- I- held- out for- as long- as- I could" I managed. WOW! Stars and every damn fucking thing. "So- soon- as I- flush this... Don't go anywhere- OK? I'll- be right back. ... And I think- I can take care- of it, OK?" (I filled that sucker UP! Wouldn't have figured I HAD that much.) And then I just float-ed back to Constantin's room. He'd turned over on his back and was looking hopeful. But urgently so. Well, I guess so! And so I swallowed him down to where his soft downy but slightly damp bush started tickling my nose, pulled back up, back down, back- and there it went. So he needs to work on some things himself. Not that I really minded, as I was still a bit winded. Then we kissed. Frenched. SO MANY firsts! Sighed blissfully. And talked. Although we did cuddle a lot and gently we stroked and rubbed everywhere (I particularly liked his face) (along with the kissing part) but it was all blissfully relaxed. And I liked that too. But eventually with a yawn he said he really WAS about worn out, and so after watching him sleep for awhile I whacked off again (with an amazingly spectacular result) (taking into consideration that I'd already had two of them) sighed, pulled his blanket up over him and float-ed on home. I felt like I was walking on air the whole way. o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o So nobody's brain is wired to handle ecstasy like that for five damn hours anyway. At least not mine. I was amazed that I hadn't already shorted a circuit. Several. So talking was good. But I guess first I should mention what led to our blissful post-orgasmic talking. It was about that condom he wanted me to put on. It being my first time and all, I was really hoping for bareback and I'm sure I looked disappointed when he mentioned putting on a rubber. But I guess I should. From now on. Always. I hadn't really thought about it, but the fact was, I'd been fucked by several people. And when Constantin wondered EXACTLY how many (if I didn't mind saying) I had to admit that I had no idea. If I were to hazard a guess, I'd say five, but really, I don't KNOW. "HOW could you not know?" he wondered. And you might be wondering some about that yourself. Wouldn't really blame you if you were. And since now that it's all in the past and since it IS an interesting story, I guess I'll tell you about it, OK? Like many catastrophic events, it started innocently enough. Or at least as innocent as is possible if it starts with your cousin blowing you on a daily basis. But like I said, he was good at it. And it felt wonderful. Of COURSE it did. So I didn't mind that. Three straight mornings he woke me up like that. So I didn't even need an alarm clock anymore. And anyway, he didn't like classical. (He was more into country.) (And I'm not.) But then on the fourth morning, my wonderful sucking alarm clock didn't show up. Fortunately I was already awake anticipating it, so while I was let down, I wasn't late for school. But then that night, long about 11:30 or so he let himself in and here we went again, only this time he got naked as well. Right off the bat I was a bit disconcerted, but when he went down on me as I sat with my legs spread open I found it all to be very erotic. Because like I said, he wasn't all that bad looking and he wasn't talking either. But I'm sure you can understand that. I thought it was really cool. NICE body. I couldn't deny it. And if I had to guess, then I would say his dick was at LEAST eight inches. A BIG honker. And fairly big around too. Swaying stiffly at about a forty-five degree angle. So I'm sitting there imagining he was my sex slave. And once again, he gave me one very intense orgasm. This one just beat everything prior to that, even the first time. I was watching him the whole time. Way cool. But. When he was finished, he wondered if I would return the favor. And I guess it was selfish of me, but no I didn't. There were several boys I would have been more than willing to blow, well, you know, if they'd done me first, they wouldn't even HAVE to ask, but Jeff... no. So is he going to force me? That would sort of be like rape wouldn't it? So of course he COULD'VE, but he didn't. And he also didn't blow me anymore. FIVE days went by, and no more blow jobs. He just ignored me. And don't get me wrong, him keeping his mouth closed did have it's merits, but on the other hand... well, you know. So I was almost on the verge of telling him OK, I'd try it. Because the more I thought about it, the more interesting it was. I didn't figure I'd get much of it in, but it did seem interesting even without taking into consideration him doing me. Which by now shouldn't come as a surprise. So I was about to bring that up with him, which in retrospect might have simplified matters, but on the evening of the fifth day he brought it up first. He wondered if it was all right if he were to drop by later that night. So coolly I said no problem. And I'd already decided that once he'd blown me I'd surprise him and offer to give his a try. Because I was interested in it and figured I might as well find out what it was like. And that's perfectly logical. Only on THAT night he gave me the super deluxe ten star job. He was about to drive me out of my MIND! Which is a very important consideration as it turns out. First he was just sucking on my dick, then he swallowed my balls again, THEN his tongue started working it's way UNDERNEATH my balls (I guess his tongue would extend further than mine) but at last it reached it's limit, so he pulled off, opened my legs and went back to it. And I'm thinking "He's not going to do what I THINK he's going to do is he? He can't be SERIOUS! HO-LY FUCK-ING SHIT!" So no, I wasn't resisting at this point. Not hardly. But as it turned out he was only teasing me. Just driving me completely out of my mutherfucking mind, that's all. (So I can always plead insanity on this deal.) He just got tantalizingly CLOSE, but that's all. Naive, I most certainly was, but I did know about my hole. There may still be a brown stain on the rounded wooden handle of our family potato masher. Carrots worked well. And other types of produce, although the cucumber almost turned out to be a mistake. But I eventually worked that problem out. (Whew!) But somebody LICKING on it? I'd never considered that. But then he stopped. "NOOOO!" my mind wailed, "You can't stop NOW!" but he did. Just sat on his haunches and watched me pant. Son of a BITCH! Finally he smirked, "So you want me to keep going?" "Yeah, if you want to" I managed. "So you want to make it more interesting?" "Hey no problem" what was left of my mind said, "I'll suck your dick. Ain't no way in hell I'm going down THERE, but your dick I think I can handle." And I don't know, maybe if I'd SAID that, it might have worked out differently, but.... actually I don't think so. Well whatever. What I DID say was "Yeah, I guess so." Because I sure was. Interested in him continuing on. Further on down. "You ever play tie up games?" "Ummm, no" I replied hesitantly. "You think you WERE feeling good? Well, this makes it even better. Because if you're blindfolded and tied down, it's like you have no control anymore, but that's good! Because you don't know where it's going to come from next, you don't know what's going to happen next, but when it DOES happen, it'll be out of this WORLD! You won't BELIEVE how good it feels. So you want to try it?" And that I think should be an adequate explanation of exactly how it came to pass that I had no earthly idea exactly who or how many ended up fucking me. Although I imagine you really would like a few more details on this. Well, shame on you. But that's OK, because if the positions were reversed I suppose I'd want more details too. And it WAS a very erotic experience at first, and now that it's over I suppose I can STILL say that. Which is about as good a way of looking at things as any I guess. And really, it's a good game to play, but I WOULD advise you to play with someone you completely trust. See? Two public service announcements in one chapter. TWO. It was a trip at FIRST when he tickled me with a feather duster. And like I supposed to guess what that was. If I guessed wrong, then I had to pay a penalty to be determined later. But I guessed right on that one. And oh the places he tickled me! VERY erotic. Then came a sponge. Again I guessed right. Then I was supposed to guess what he was rubbing on me. Creme rinse. But I guessed dishwashing liquid. So now I had to pay a penalty. And with that he DID stick his tongue up my hole. Oh, NICE penalty! Maybe I ought to guess wrong again! Then he rubbed toothpaste on my dick and balls. I guessed Deep Heat and hoped I wasn't right, or if I was, that he hadn't gotten carried away with it. Well, it was mint flavored toothpaste, so you can see where I might have thought it was Deep Heat. (I guessed I ought to get a few answers right just to make it look good.) But anyway, I was wrong and the next thing I knew he had his dick in my mouth. Surprise, surprise! Especially since that penalty phase lasted until I sucked him OFF. Which took awhile, because I hadn't ever done that before. Shit, my jaw was still sore the next day. But I HAD wondered what it would be like. So I'd already decided to give it a go, just like I said. And being able to say "Well, he FORCED me to" can come in handy, but to be honest, that first time alternated between God awful and... well, interesting. I guess, because I never lost my hard on, in fact I almost felt like I was going to squirt before it was over. And I sure did once he left. I was spraying from the first pull. So OK, it IS erotic being tied up and blindfolded like that. Really, it is. But you still should do it with somebody you trust completely. But anyway. That tie up game did serve as a good ice breaker. And he didn't suggest playing it again for awhile. However he did continue to make nocturnal visits. He'd suck my dick, I guessed I might as well return the favor. It was good practice. And so FINALLY after repeated assaults on my hole, first with his talented tongue, then with his fingers and finally with a vibrator, I allowed him to fuck me. I WANTED him to. At least until he started pushing IN, then I changed my mind. Only there was the matter of that damn button he kept hitting. So fine then. That was good practice as well. But THEN on my next to last night there, he wanted to play the tie up game again. Only I had no idea that he'd invited friends over. And like I said, I have no idea how many there were lurking outside or even WHO they were. So aside from the fact that it lasted awhile, there's not a lot of detail I can provide on this matter. Aside from the fact that me and Constantin were hard the whole time I was telling him about it. Although the end of my story seemed to be a bit of a downer, but then he started kissing me so it wasn't so bad after all. I'd kept it bottled up for too long, but now it was out and Constantin didn't care. Although he did want to kick Jeff's ass. Which he might could, because he's into tae kwon do or something. But I said it wasn't worth bothering with. And it's not really. Oh, and he also said that Isac's initiation had been very similar to my tie up game (and he liked it a lot in the end because everybody made it up to him) but in my case he guessed it would be something else. Because he could see where I might freak out. So it would still be interesting, but... well, I DID still want to be in the club, didn't I? ISAC??? "Wonder what he looks like" I wondered. And I wondered about the twins and how Tyndal was coming along... you know, in a perfect world it would just be me and Constantin. And maybe in the future it might happen. Who knows? But right then I guessed I could settle for just joining the club. Even if I was still wondering about that initiation deal a lot. Well, I'll give you a hint. It was interesting. To be continued? Yeah, I guess. jjjanicki@gmail.com (Comments still more than welcome.)