Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:22:50 -0500 From: J.J. Subject: Constantin-chapter 15 If you shouldn't be reading this (which occasionally involves sex between underaged boys), then I guess maybe you should leave. And I thank you for doing so. Constantin chapter 15 The last chapter ended on this note: As it turned out, while I didn't have much sex with Constantin for awhile, I did end up having quite a bit more than I was expecting on Monday morning, March 20th. Maybe not with him and not right away either (unless you want to count a lot of disconsolate jerking off) (which I don't) but... well, you know what they say about the hidden homosexual agenda? You've heard of that, right? Well it is just the strangest thing... And I don't feel one bit bad about it either. But I guess I can get to THAT next chapter. o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0 So for about a week I know this has being worrying a great many of you. "Oh shit! He's going to give away our secret plan!" I'm not, though, because there still are a few odds and ends to be taken care of. We're ALMOST there, but not quite yet. But I will admit this much. Had I known all the details back then, I just might've blurted it out one day out of pure spite. I'm sure it wouldn't have worked out too good (for me), but I might've anyway. Our hidden agenda was outlined one night during that revival (the one that got my father) but as it turned out the evangelist got everybody so mixed up nobody suspected anything anyway. It was more confusing than some of my stories even. Imagine that. I heard about it later and I'm STILL confused. Masons. Illuminati. (AHA!) Jews. Nazis. (Wow. Talk about Byzantine plots, well I just want to TELL you... well, no, I don't, either), Roman Catholics. Communists. Mormons. (MORMONS?) Bill Gates. (MORMONS???)...And it seems like at some point Halloween got in there as well. So everybody (except maybe the evangelist) got mixed up and just completely FORGOT about our agenda. And MY agenda was to KEEP it hidden, that's as far as it went. So you can breathe easy. So OK. Monday wasn't a good day. Mostly I was trying to figure out some way to off myself. Only I wasn't sure if I wanted to die in Constantin's arms or in front of my father. So since there were some details still to be worked out, I guessed I would hang in there for at least another week or so. And that was fortunate, because on Tuesday, March 21st my heart was lifted up again. Constantin saw me right after school and wondered if I could walk with him as far as the academy. Which was no problem, far as I knew my father didn't have spies out making sure I went straight home. So anyway, first off he wondered how I was feeling. Searching for something appropriately tragic, I just shrugged. So after a few moments of silence he continued, "I don't feel so good about it either, but if I were to drop out now, don't you think your old man might get even MORE suspicious if he found out? ... So he might decide to have a talk with my parents, and where would that leave us? We'd be fucked. REALLY fucked. ...Shit Todd, I already told them I wasn't going out for baseball this year... and you know why? Because I didn't want you to feel left out. But I told dad I was more into Taekwondo now, so at least until this summer... you know what I mean?... It's not that far off, Todd." So at least he cared, that was a definite improvement, BUT..."Well, what ABOUT this summer? I'm supposed to get a job. This summer's shot to hell because-" "Well, it might NOT be, OK? ... I don't want to say anything about it yet because I need to talk to my folks and then to Uncle Jack... and that's just for me... I mean, I haven't quite figured everything out yet, but as soon as I'M good to go... really, we'll figure out something, but... just trust me, OK?" Well, that sure sounded interesting. And awfully mysterious too, I had no earthly IDEA what he was talking about, but it at least sounded hopeful. And I was supposed to trust him. I WANTED to, I wanted to believe it wasn't all over... and I also wanted to know just what in the hell he was talking about, but obviously I was going to have to wait awhile on that bit. "Trust me?" "Well, sure," I finally managed, "but how-" He looked around quickly. Nobody was in sight, so his voice hardened. "Get up in the woods. Now. I'll be right behind you, so don't you even think about not doing it, just MOVE!" So see, it wasn't that long after all. True, I had to go without Monday morning, and it certainly was a disappointment, but now it looked like I was going to see him naked again. One more time at least. So I shrugged, looked glum and started climbing up the bank, resigned to my fate, whatever that might be. It was wonderful. My heart just SANG! Which in a way might seem strange, seeing as how we'd been having sex pretty much on a daily basis for five months, so it wasn't exactly unique... except all at once it really WAS. "Mostly," I thought to myself, "because I didn't think it all through. Nooo, you just thought since he said I couldn't be hanging out with Constantin like before EVERYTHING was shot to hell and it's NOT! It never WAS! You are such a dumb ass. DUMB!" That's sort of what I was thinking as I glumly walked into the woods, and I did have a tendency to over-react, but then at the same time, that made my finding out it wasn't over after all just that much sweeter. Not that I was happy about not being able to participate in any more orgies, mind you, and I certainly was less than thrilled with the changes at home, but I had to think my dad had added a whole new dimension to things. We had become almost blasé about sex, not that the thrill was GONE exactly, but it- "OK, that's far enough" interrupted Constantin, brusquely. "Now turn around facing me." So, looking uncertain, I did. "OK, take your clothes off. And I mean everything. Now!" "But-" "NOW!" (Yes! He still wanted to see ME naked! YES! YES!!... Wonder what he's gonna do?) I heaved a huge sigh and resignedly started undressing. Off with my jacket. And I handed it to him. Meekly. Quickly, my hands shaking a bit, I pulled off my shirt and undershirt and immediately felt goose bumps as it was sort of cool that afternoon. I handed those to him. He seemed to be enjoying my humiliation immensely, I could tell. This did not look so good. Abjectly I knelt and silently started working on my shoe laces, but I had to ask, "Even my socks?" "Everything." "Damn. How do I keep getting myself into these fixes?" I wondered to myself, but soon I was pushing both my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. Curiously enough, my penis was standing up rock hard. Guess it liked being exposed that way. To tell you the truth, it felt kind of cool. It was in the mid-fifties, I guess, and blustery. So that was sort of brrr but feeling the wind ruffling my sparse bush was quite a trip. Really, it WAS. "You getting into this, queer boy? You're getting into it, aren't you? Go on, admit it. SAY it!" "I'm not getting into it" I replied stubbornly. Constantin started working on his belt. "I ought to make you unzip me with your teeth and pull my pants down while you're at it, and when I've got more time I will-" (So there WAS going to be a next time. Yes!)- "but right now-" He paused and pushed his jeans and jockey shorts down. Those somewhat frayed jockey shorts from last October with an even bigger tear beneath his left waistband. "But right now I want you to get on your knees and then I want you to crawl up to me. Think you can do that?" And I could not help but notice he was fully erect as well. The thing was QUIVERING. At least a little bit. So it didn't look good at all, this was going to be... well, just awful... but as it turned out, I had no idea just how awful it could become. At least not until he turned his back to me, leaned over and pulled his cheeks apart exposing his little brown hole. He looked sort of bruised back there. Hmmm. This was AWFUL. "I want you to lick my hole, queer boy. Don't be shy, just take a deep breath and go to it. NOW!" So I took a very deep breath and went to it. It didn't exactly smell like he'd just gotten out of the shower, but I don't guess it was as awful as I thought it would be. Probably because the most predominant smell was that musky smell of sex, so it wasn't long until I just put everything else out of my mind. But SURELY he wasn't expecting me to- Well, no he wasn't, he just wanted a good blow job was all, so that's what he got. It was almost like he was fucking my mouth. I was doing my best to breath through my nose, I heard it makes things easier that way, but boy oh boy oh BOY! I was squeezing his soft ass cheeks and then pretty soon I had two fingers working around inside his hole and I guess that sort of drove him wild because he came right in my mouth. Shot most of it right down my throat, so I hardly even tasted it. But it was nice. INTENSE, that's what it was. And then fortunately he let me have my clothes back. We kissed briefly and then he went his way and I went mine. I just float-ed home. He did say we couldn't do that EVERY day after school (darn it), but every once in awhile we would. And he said I sure did seem to enjoy it. I was a QUEER, that's what I was. So if I didn't mind, could I leave my bedroom window unlatched at night? He might decide to pay me a visit sometime. "Yeah, right" I said. Then we kissed one more time. So Tuesday was a good day, a lot better than expected. I doubted very seriously that he'd ever be so crazy as to try sneaking into my room some night, but just in case... I'd leave it unlatched. It sounded pretty interesting. Wednesday afternoon TYNDAL hit up on me. He didn't want me to say anything about it, but since I wasn't in the club anymore, did I want to go out into the woods? Well, I was curious (was he any bigger down there? How was his bush coming along? Did he have any hair on his legs yet?), so I said sure, why not. (Not really, but it's still big, around seven inches I guess, his bush was filling out pretty good, but no hair on his legs at the time. Had some fuzz on his balls.) (And how did he find out I was no longer allowed to participate in the club activities? The twins mentioned it. He said they seemed to be fairly bummed out about the whole thing.) But anyway, he wondered if I wanted to suck his dick. Dumb question, that. Only he didn't want me to suck him OFF. Uh oh. So I looked a little doubtful I guess. I mean, just saliva wasn't going to be enough. He wasn't as big as Jeff, but it was still a lot bigger than anything I'd had up my butt since sometime back in November, so... But oh well, he eventually talked me into it. After he went ahead and pulled his pants and boxers off, he got down on his knees and sucked on MINE for awhile. I found that to be very erotic. Our former eighth grade president was on his knees sucking my dick! Only as it turned out, he just trying to get me fired up. Well, he sure managed to do that much all right, so when he pulled away and wondered it he could fuck me, I said (breathlessly), "Umm, well... well yeah, but you got any lube?" He laughed. It was easy to see why he was so popular, he can be very charming when he wants to be- "Well, I swiped a couple of these from the cafeteria, think that'll work?" (Mayonnaise packets.) MAYONNAISE? Damn! But I guess that's better than mustard. Or even ketchup. And definitely better than the hot sauce. I shrugged. "Well, guess we can try it, so... where you want to do it at then?" "I don't know, how about that stump over there?" Mayonnaise. Sheesh. But it worked pretty good. Although it was messy and for a few seconds I thought maybe he wasn't going to get it in, but eventually I felt it sliding in deeper and deeper and the pain went away real quick and before long it was just WONDERFUL. Then once it was over I felt like a slut. Which was really cool. And to think, just two days before I was thinking my sex life was over until I was 18 or so. Yeah well, guess again! Once home I put my boxers in the wash. Trying to explain a MAYONNAISE stain... might've been tricky. (I sat down in some? Well I must've, how ELSE could it have gotten there?) But anyway. My folks got home a little sooner than expected that afternoon. Oh, don't worry, I was home and my messed up boxers were by then on spin cycle and nobody noticed, but unfortunately I had the volume up a little too high on the TV. Which was on MTV. (!!!) Even when he was drunk more often than not, he never cared for that channel. So he sure didn't THEN. I mean what would the NEIGHBORS think? Fuck. I'd sort of like to know what they thought myself. I didn't even hear him come in, but all at once there he WAS. In the living room. And he YANKED the power cord loose, JERKED that TV up (except the cable was still attached, just barely, but it was, so that slowed him down a LITTLE) (but he still got things unhooked pretty quick even if he tore up the cable box in the process) then he MARCHED to the back door, yelled at my mom to open it and CRASH!! tinkle tinkle our poor TV was out in the back yard. And me, I was petrified. Especially when he pulled his shotgun off the gun rack. Geez! I coulda SWORE that Old Testament directive about putting disobedient children to death was no longer in effect, but- But not to worry, he just went out in the back yard and blew the living FUCK out of that TV. Really! BLAM!!! Yeah, I'd definitely like to know what the neighbors thought about THAT. They probably thought he was drunk again, that's my guess, but anyway, he then stomped back in huffing and puffing and all red in the face AND... (and I was deeply concerned at that point) (but then I probably didn't have to tell you THAT anyway)... and after carefully putting his shotgun back on the rack he turned to me and said, "Now I want you to get a shovel, dig a hole and you're going to bury that thing. Got it?" "Yes sir," I quavered apologetically. Only as it turned out I didn't really have enough time to dig a big enough hole so it just ended up in the trash. I didn't have enough time because he still needed to take his belt to me. It would have been past dark before I got finished, and not only did he need to whip me, we also had to eat and get ready for Wednesday prayer meeting. Well at least he didn't decide to yank my pants down. I hadn't had a bare ass whipping since I was 11. But NEXT time it WOULD be bare assed. That's what he told me. So I didn't even listen to my radio any more. Except occasionally in bed after they'd gone to sleep. With my ear phone in. Because I sure didn't want to risk him taking a look at my ass. Tell you what I was thinking about while he was belting me though, I was thinking, "I'm SQUISHING!" Really! I still had leftover mayonnaise up in my tail pipe! MAYONNAISE! So I don't know, maybe it's NOT a good idea, but pretty soon it was off to Wednesday night prayer meeting. Needless to say, I was not looking forward to it: if it hadn't been for my hole still showing the effects from Tyndal's fucking, I undoubtedly would have preferred a bare assed whipping. Except that really wouldn't have been an option - I mean, I could get the whipping all right, but I'd STILL be going to prayer meeting. "You might surprise yourself and find out you like our new pastor," said my dad cheerfully from up front. He just shot the TV and he's CHEERFUL. "He's a good speaker," he continued... (He'd been there about 3 months. So I hadn't met him yet.)... "and he has three boys, two a little younger than you, one a little older. You might find you like them, too." Needless to say, I doubted that very seriously. I didn't know them, but I did know who two of them were. Jacob was around 16. Must've been, because he drove an old pickup to school. He didn't look to be that old, but apparently he was. And I guess Noah was around 12 because he was in the 7th grade. They didn't go around acting holier-than-thou, they just kept to themselves mostly. They didn't seem to have very many friends. And I was fairly sure they didn't want to be friends with me either. So? I mean, you know, like I really cared. Well, of COURSE I was in a bad mood. I couldn't even watch Cheers anymore. Shit! Church had just started when we arrived. And I KNEW we were going right up to the front pew, me feeling like a penitent hauled in front of the Inquisition, I just KNEW it - but no, we took a seat in the fourth role from the back and I tried to be as invisible as possible. Please understand this. I have no reason to be fair about one THING, there is absolutely no reason for me to give anyone willingly connected to that church the benefit of the doubt (and I sure had no reason THAT night, not after the damn TV got shot) but I suppose I should mention that no one was ever FORCED to get religion at that church, you didn't even have to pretend. You had to behave yourself, of course, no whispering, gum chewing, sitting when everybody else was standing... so OK, when the song leader asked everybody to stand for the next hymn, you stood, but you DIDN'T have to sing. Looking in the general direction of the hymnal was expected, but you didn't even have to mouth the words. Because they believed we were all free moral agents, it was our choice to be saved or not. So while you had to stand and bow your head during prayer, you didn't have to close your eyes. (Looking around WASN'T a good idea though.) Well I just thought I should mention that is all, because the next part of my report isn't going to be so positive. Although I'll at least speed things up a little by saying that at least no one got blessed during the hymn singing and had a shouting spell (that can prolong things quite a bit) and nobody got TOO carried away during testimony time. The preacher's opening prayer was long enough, but I've seen worse. And really, the preacher's message didn't take long at all, not much longer that the prayer. But THEN came the altar call. Which is when my father decided to go up so he could receive the gift of unknown tongues. And he did receive... something. He went up front, nine deacons, the preacher and the preacher's wife gathered around him and the preacher said, "Now I just want you to repeat after us everything we say," and then they all started hollering at the same time. And my father was trying to repeat what every single one of them was saying and they just kept going faster and faster and then pretty soon most of them had shifted into unknown tonguedom and they just kept going faster and faster and faster and my father was STILL trying to keep up with them but it wasn't long until he was getting tongue-tied and then a few minutes later the preacher said, "He's got it." The end. Yeah, I wish. Because it wasn't the end, it was just the start, because at THAT point everybody in the church who had received the gift of unknown tongues started speaking in those unknown tongues. Make that HOLLERING. And it went on for a very long time. I can deal with quietly reverent ritual, really, I sort of like it, but THAT was... well, I thought it was unseemly. Old ladies rolling around on the floor is VERY unseemly. Although it IS a good reason for wearing dresses that come down to just below your ankles. Which all the ladies in the church do. But anyway. It looked like I was stuck with this for the foreseeable future, so I guessed I might as well make the best of things. I was looking around. Which is OK while all the saved are up front. If you're NOT saved, you can't LEAVE, but at least you can stay where you are and look around. So I was trying to figure out if there was any hope for an ally. Someone close to my age. Male. I wasn't thinking in terms of SEX, but at least somebody I could cuss with. And then I spotted a couple. The preacher's kids. No, really, Jacob and Noah. Well if that wasn't something! (I guessed the skinny little kid sitting with them was probably the third one mentioned, but since he didn't look to be but about 10 or 11, I wasn't sure I wanted to count him.) And I wasn't sure if I could count the other two EITHER, but they really were looking awfully bored. And they were rolling their eyes. And Noah whispered something to Jacob and then they both sort of snickered. Quietly, but I noticed. And seriously, if you're looking for possible allies, then it's good if they have a little common sense. Or at least that they're not suicidal or anything. In a way I guessed Jacob was sort of good looking. Maybe even cute. Not that I was looking at him in that way, mind you, but even if only a possible ally, sort of good looking is better than grotesque. Well, you know how it is. As for Noah... well actually he WAS cute. Close to be chubby, but not really fat. More like baby fat I guess. But cute. And at least mischievous if not downright rebellious. So he would make a GOOD ally. Not that I was looking for SEX, mind you... I already HAD that. I was having to cut back on it a lot more than I wanted, but I still had some... some of the time... but even so, if we could become allies... it wouldn't be quite as bad. That was sort of what I was thinking right then. But I didn't want to make it look like I was staring at them, so I shrugged inwardly and reminded myself that they probably weren't too interested in being friends with me anyway: shit, they didn't even know me. I mean, basically I'm a shy person. Don't know if you've ever noticed that or not, but I am. So it wasn't like I was going to walk up to them and say, "Hey, you want to be allies? We can tell dirty jokes and refuse to get saved and all. You wanna?" No, that didn't seem very likely, not if I had to initiate things. Somebody else was going to have to do that. Like for instance my father. He'd done stuff like that before and generally speaking I hated him doing that, but see, he's very outgoing. Right about the time everybody was FINALLY shaking hands and saying their, "See you Sunday morning" deals he pulled me aside and said ,"Todd, I want you to meet Jacob, Noah and Tommy," and I was like, "Oh MAN! Nooo! Don't DO this to me! You're EMBARRASSING me!"... or at least that was pretty much what I was THINKING because like I said, I'm shy, but do you think he noticed that? Huh uh. No, he just kept right on going. So I guess I was blushing a little, it sure felt like it, but I shyly nodded in their direction and hoped that would be the end of it. And I WAS hanging back a bit. And then came the bombshell. "I want you to get to know them because starting tomorrow afternoon, during the week you'll be staying with them until I pick you up after work, that OK with you guys?" Just like that. And I was like, "WHAT?!!??" That's what I was thinking. And I mumbled a basic, "Glad to meet ya," while hoping they didn't hold my old man just throwing us together like that against me. Because, believe me, it wasn't my idea. But really, Jacob seemed to be very friendly. He said, "Yeah, that'll be cool" and then while my old man was talking to Brother Kelly making final arrangements (Brother Kelly being their father) (you know, the preacher?)... it was while that was going on that he winked at me. Slyly. I was almost positive about that. And Noah sort of grinned. And I gave them a wry smile and thought to myself that maybe it might not be so bad after all. Well it WAS bad because that completely eliminated any more after school rapes... but maybe I could arrange to be raped during the lunch period. And possibly before school every once and awhile. We'd just have to plan ahead. But see, my father just decided he couldn't trust me being at home by myself. Hadn't he already caught me watching MTV? So he'd just put a stop to it, that's all. Course, what he DIDN'T take into consideration was that Brother Kelly worked 2nd shift Mon, Tue, Thu and Fri. (And Saturday too for that matter, but then that didn't matter because my folks were home on weekends.) But what he ALSO didn't consider was that Sister Kelly didn't get home from HER job until almost six. And I realize that in mentioning all this I'm foreshadowing the next chapter a bit, so... let's just say that it turned out to be pretty interesting and leave it at that for now. Even Tommy. Shit, Tommy was a TRIP! (That was the skinny little kid sitting with them that night. He was 11. And right devious.) But like I said, that's still to come, all I knew that night going back home was that it sort of looked like I'd found my allies. And that was important even if we weren't going to have sex. So in conclusion (almost), Wednesday March 22nd was a very strange day, almost to the point of getting downright surreal. Tyndal and his mayonnaise, the TV, prayer meeting, possible allies and just a little before midnight a vampire. Although the vampire turned out to be Constantin again. I was having a little trouble going to sleep and then all at once I heard something at my window! Man, for a couple of seconds my hair was standing straight up, I guess. But then I heard him whisper, "Hey Todd! You awake?" and I remembered how he wanted me to leave my window unlatched. But that's where the vampire bit came from, because right off it sort of reminded me of that scene in "Salem's Lot" where the vampire kid was hovering outside Mark Petrie's bedroom window whispering, "Let me in. Let me in!" That was pretty spooky. And of course once you're under the power of a vampire you always leave your bedroom window unlatched, too... but, like I said, it was just Constantin. But he didn't want to rape me, he wanted me to rape HIM. So what the heck, I did. I stealthily crawled out my window, we went behind the shed and I fucked his brains out. Like I said before, having to sneak around really DID add an extra dimension to things. So I had to think maybe things weren't nearly as awful as I thought. Except for the TV of course. I would once again like to thank everyone who has been so kind as to send in feedback and I hope the story is still holding your interest. I did mention to a few that the story was getting fairly close to the end, but while it's still closer to the end than before, possibly it might go on longer than I was previously anticipating. I was thinking it might not go on very much longer because my muse ran off and hid from me for awhile. I couldn't find that damn thing ANYWHERE! But then I did find it. It was hiding in my closet as it turned out. Right under my nose. Or at least I think I've found it. I mean that little SOB had better NOT be leading me off on another wild goose chase here, but... Well, stay tuned, OK? And if you think maybe we ARE headed off in the wrong direction (or if you can think of some OTHER directions), please advise. And take care. jjjanicki@gmail.com