Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2008 16:00:03 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin-chapter 6

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Because this story has sex in it. There. Can I possibly be any plainer?

Well not without breaking the law in certain localities, no. But
anyway...


                             Constantin
                             chapter six


"Why do you love me?" That's what I wanted to ask, but then how do you
ask a question like that anyway?

As it turned out though, I didn't have to. Sunday afternoon Oct 9th we
were just talking. In my back yard, so that's ALL we were doing. But we
were pretty far from the house, so we could TALK all we wanted. So
Constantin started, "The thing is... well, the club? It's not about love.
We LIKE each other and I we'd take up for each other, but mostly it's
about sex. Nothing else really, just sex."

Which really sounded like something I didn't quite want to hear (even
though I had nothing AGAINST sex) so with all the wisdom handed down from
my parents I mused, "So we're not supposed to know about it yet. ... What
I mean is we might THINK we're in love, but we still don't know what that
means. At least that's what adults usually say."

"Yeah, maybe. But you want to know when I first started LIKING you?"

"Yeah. When did you fall in like with me?"

"In the fifth grade? Don't know why, but I started noticing you. I
thought you were kind of cute."

"REALLY?"

"Goofy cute." (Which is better than just plain goofy I guess.) "You were
always reading, even when we were supposed to be doing something else.
But you hardly ever talked. So maybe I thought you were mysterious? ... I
wondered what made you tick. And I wanted to take up for you."

"Yeah, that's always good. Especially when I got into it with Bobby."

"So he always was an butt hole anyway. He had it coming. But then when
you just walked off-"

"Well I-"

"It was like you didn't WANT my help" he interrupted.

"I DID ... but maybe I didn't. I'm not sure. But see, I always liked you,
but when that happened, I don't know, it was like... it was like I just
crapped my pants and you saw me do it. So I didn't feel so good about
that."

"Oh. ... Well, that makes sense. I think. ... Yeah, I guess it does at
that. But anyway, after that for awhile I was like `Well, the hell with
it."

"So then you WEREN'T in like with me."

"Nope. But then one day... I don't know if you remember this or not, but
we had this reading assignment? We were supposed to read it in class? So
I noticed you were FLYING through that muther. ... How'd you ever learn
to read that fast?"

I shrugged. "Dunno. Just read all the time I guess."

"Yeah, well anyway, you finished and you were just staring out the window
or something ... you were always daydreaming, weren't you?"

"Yeah."

"So you remember what I'm talking about?"

"Oh yeah. NOW I do. Right vividly."

"I couldn't believe you said that to old lady Phillips. NOBODY ever
talked back to her! ... But you remember, huh? She goes `Why aren't you
reading?' and you said `Because I'm finished' and she went `You're lying.
You CAN'T be finished because I'm only halfway through myself!' and then
she starts back up to her desk and you go, `Well you must be pretty dumb
then.' Fuck man, I almost fell out of my chair when you said that!"

"Yeah, well, it was dumb for me to say it loud enough for her to hear
because I had trouble sitting for a couple of days."

"Your old man?"

"Big time."

"Well, sorry, but when she turned around and started in on you, you sat
there staring at her the whole time like you were thinking, `Just eat
me!' ... Was that what you were thinking?"

"Something like that. She pissed me off. And I didn't have any common
sense."

"Well that's when I started liking you again. And I didn't think about
why, but I started wondering what you looked like naked, is all."

"So THAT'S when you came up with that I'll show you mine if you show me
yours deal."

"Yeah, right. But it didn't seem like you were into that too much. So
back then you really weren't, huh?"

"I WAS, but I was embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Don't know why, I just was. ... But I DID like your peter."

"You DID? ... Well why didn't you SAY so then?"

"Well, I DID!"

"I didn't hear it."

"You DIDN'T? ... Shit. I must not have said it loud enough then. But I
could of SWORE I said it louder than that."

"Well, you didn't. But anyway, ... well, I'm trying to tell you
something, OK? See, I always felt like that about certain boys. I just
did. I had enough sense not to let on, but like I said, I didn't really
think about it at all. Until I was around twelve and then I pretty much
knew but by then I also knew for SURE I'd better keep it to myself, you
know? But then Tyndal happened. So that was cool, but until they said
they thought you were in love with me, I didn't think THAT was ever going
to happen. Or at least not as long as I was living here. ... So what I'm
trying to say is... well, if I love you because you love ME... is that
OK?"

That was CLOSE! Getting all sentimental out in our back yard when one of
my parents might be looking out the kitchen window... just wouldn't do. I
still started tearing up a little though. And I managed, "Well I guess
it's a pretty good starting point, anyway." Then he started laughing and
punching at my arm, so I felt safe punching back at him, so pretty soon I
managed to whisper, "Because I just love the fucking SHIT out of you.
That OK?"

"Yeah" he said sobering up, "I can live with that. Guess we got to be
careful around here, huh?"

"Afraid so. So you want to go over to your place?"

"My parents are home, remember?"

"Oh yeah. I forgot. ... Well OK then. So tell me more about the `just
sex' part then."

"It's like I said. We do LIKE each other. I guess really we care about
each other, but... well OK, take Tyndal. Everybody likes him. And he's
cool. But it's like he's a politician, see?"

"Heap big scandal. About forty, fifty years from now."

"So I hope he's just a state senator or something."

"Shit. I hope he's president!"

"No! ... Well, it might help, you never can tell."

"Nope. Just heap big scandal. Oh the SHAME, the-"

"You think you know everything don't you?"

"No, but I know about big scandals. ... But maybe he'll just end up being
a used car salesman or something."

"About the same thing as a politician you mean."

"Yeah, pretty much. ... But anyway. So what about the twins?"

"THEY love each other."

"Well, that's cool. So-"

"But they can't marry each other."

"So they can just live in sin then."

"They are anyway. ... Now ISAC... I think he loves the twins, but really,
he loves EVERYBODY. So... Well, maybe the twins would work out best for
him. He'd sure get his little ass worn out though. Isac probably the
closest to being a fem, but that's just around us, so I guess that's OK
too. But anyway, that's the way it is. So you cool with that?"

Sure I said, no problem.

Oh. And he did mention one other thing in passing, it was Tyndal's idea
to use condoms. So everybody in the club does. If we're fucking I mean.
Because Tyndal started worrying about just how many different people
Jaromir might have done it with. Apparently he was a long ways from being
a virgin. But really, I guessed that was a good idea. And anyway, it
solved one problem I was worrying about, like how the others were going
to react when they needed to use a rubber with ME. I was fairly sure I
hadn't contacted a sexually transmitted disease by then, but I sure
didn't want to answer any questions.

But the biggest reason he mentioned that was because my initiation was
NOT about a month or so away, it had been moved up to be Friday
afternoon, October 14th. (!!!!) (Stage fright.)

"But..." (I took a deep breath) "but I thought you were going to wait
until you got your cast off."

"Well I got to thinking" he said calmly (as well he might since HE wasn't
the one being INITIATED) "and the more I thought about it... See, they're
gonna be wanting to know and I don't think I can keep it a secret that
long. So I guess we might as well do it. ... And I'll still be taking
part in some of the more fun parts, OK?"

"Damn!" I thought, "I wonder whose bright idea this was anyway?
Initiation, my ASS!"

But of course I said OK. And really, it wasn't all that bad. You're
supposed to ACT like it's the worse thing that ever happened to you, but
it's a game and you know it and THEY know it. Except for the fact that
THEY know what's going to happen and you don't. But aside from THAT...

Well, it was pretty interesting really. Like I already said.


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Right. Friday afternoon, October 14th. I'm not superstitious or anything,
but I was glad it wasn't Friday the 13th all the same.

Constantin took me out to the place Thursday after school. Although to be
more accurate, I took him. Started out he was riding on the handlebars of
my bike. Which was a little worrisome as I couldn't stop thinking about
that old country standard, "My True Love Fell Off the Handlebars and Got
Run Over By a Truck and Now He Don't Like Me Anymore". Which I'd compose
later on down the road. When I was drunk. Which would often be the case I
imagine. So after a couple of close calls I convinced him to ride on the
seat instead. Going uphill was a pain, but downhill we just coasted and I
sat in his lap. At first his lap was very soft but later on it wasn't.
And that was a bit distracting.

"The place" belonged to Tommy and Dorsey's grandparents. Who only lived
there in the late spring and summer, the rest of the time they were in
Miami. But anyway, they had 40 acres about two miles north of town and
the house was well off the highway. And IT was locked up. But behind the
house was an old barn. And the next afternoon I would be discovered up in
the loft of that barn peeking out at the members of the club who would be
doing something or other right down below me. Trespassing and PEEKING!
Sooo... they'd come up and set me straight. But he assured me it would
end up being a lot of fun.

"So how am I supposed to be dressed?" I wondered.

"Like normal" he said.

"But I'm supposed to be up there before you guys show up, right?"

"Right. But we'll be about ten minutes behind you. So just ride your bike
over, park it out back, go up in the loft and wait, OK?"

So I said OK, even if I still was a little doubtful about it. But I
didn't let on and on the way back he was busy talking about other stuff,
some of which wasn't even related to sex. Like for instance he's still
keen on beating up Jeff in the near future. But then Bloomington is close
to a hundred miles away.

So probably not, but just in case, "Hey, I got an idea" I said, "Why
don't you just teach me some of that tae kwon do or whatever, then I'll
beat him up myself during our next family reunion."

"Well, why don't you just start taking classes? It don't cost all that
much. Think your old man would let you?"

"I don't know. Maybe" I said. (And as it turned out, my father thought
that was a good idea. Of course I didn't mention Jeff, but anyway, he
went for it. Which worked out fairly well for a lot of reasons. Which I
guess I'll get to later.) (Because the next topic to be discussed involve
the events of Friday, Oct 14th.)

Right. Friday Oct 14th. A warm Indian summer afternoon. A perfect day for
an initiation. So I don't guess I'd been up in that loft for more than
five minutes when here they came, kicking a soccer ball. And right away I
knew exactly why I would be caught peeking, because both the twins and
Tyndal were dressed only in boxer shorts. Identical uncool white boxer
shorts with red stripes. And Tyndal's DICK was poking out. STRAIGHT out
and waving stiffly up and down. And him paying it no mind at all. Yeah,
he's horny all right. Tommy's boxers appeared to be tenting just a
LITTLE, but Dorsey's weren't, in fact in his case I didn't even see any
sign of things moving around period. And I sure wished I'd remembered to
bring my binoculars. SHIT! Why didn't Constantin SAY something about
that?

Constantin was hopping along like Long John Silver. And all HE had on was
those wonderful somewhat worn jocky shorts he'd had on the Friday before.
Fairly loose with a medium sized tear under his waistband on the left
side. No tenting, but things were moving around very nicely. And again I
cursed my lack of foresight. I mean we had a GOOD pair of binoculars at
home.

And then there was Isac. (!!!) You know, there was cute and then there
was Isac. Except he was BEYOND cute, shit he was BEAUTIFUL. And I'm just
talking about at school. So right, while I wanted to watch Tyndal's dick
bouncing around (and it looked to be fairly long with good
circumference), while I was hoping to see the twin's dicks pop out into
the open (both seemed worth having a look at even if for some reason
Dorsey's wasn't moving around any) and while I never EVER got tired of
Constantin, Isac was somebody you just had trouble taking your eyes off
of. Even at school. So fine, in his case it was purely sexual. Had to be,
because I didn't even know him all that well.

Although of the Reformed persausion, he wore his side locks long. Like an
Orthodox Jew. But since he didn't wear one of those skull caps, I guess
he just liked the way his hair looked like that. It was different. And I
could tell he LIKED being different. Which is an admirable trait, don't
you think? Black hair, dark brown eyes, but with a pale complexion. Pale
and flawless. I mean, he was almost pretty like a girl. And he was small
and on the frail side. Had a very precise way of talking. Which should
have resulted in his being beaten up on a regular basis (like every day?)
except for one thing. He had a brown belt. Karate. (Oops.)

He'd had only lived in our town for a couple of years.

But about that "!!!". It should've been at least TEN exclamation points,
because what HE had on was a pair of white bikini PANTIES! Oh my God. So
I guessed he was a bit on the fem side at that. And could get away with
it. Obviously. And like I said earlier, I had nothing against sex. I
loved Constantin, he loved me. But. While Isac didn't have a boner, he
DID fill out those panties nicely. I figured he'd be little, not even
CLOSE to starting, but right then I had to guess that he was probably
bigger than me or Constantin. And although not in the world record
category, it WAS a bit over six inches. (Just a bit of foreshadowing is
all, and why oh why oh WHY didn't I bring my goddamn
binoculars?)

Because THEN in front of the barn they started playing in earnest. The
four not crippled. Constantin just sat on a nearby fence at yelled
encouragement. And I noticed for the first time that he had a big hole in
the seat of his jockeys. Cute ass. Damn! I was going to go cross-eyed up
there!

Although I really had no IDEA. Because actually they were just making
things up as they went along. It was a combination of soccer, football,
rugby and grabbing. Lots and lots of grabbing. First the ball was kicked
to Tyndal. He by then had almost gone vertical. And oh MY! It was nice.
Almost seven inches. Which is very nice. Soo... the ball was kicked to
Tyndal, who picked it up and started running right towards the other
three. Don't know who grabbed his shorts, but all at once RIPPP, they
were GONE! And I just about squirted. I noted that he had a nice thick
dark brown bush, but very little hair elsewhere. And a BIG dick. Which
was bouncing around wildly. But anyway, Tyndal burst through the
scrimmage line. Touchdown! Or something. And by way of celebration he ran
up to Constantin and gave HIS shorts a quick yank. (Oh damn! Don't tear
HIS shorts, I LIKE them!) Then he kicked the ball back into play. Like a
hot potato it went to this person and then to that person until finally
Dorsey got stuck with it. I'm not sure how they figured that part out,
but he yelled "Oh fuck it" and started running toward the other active
participants, and sure enough, soon as he hit the line, RIPPP, there his
went too. Those boxers weren't all that cool looking anyway. Until the
RIPPP part. But ANYway, Dorsey's almost survived but didn't. But he had a
JOCK STRAP on underneath. So THAT'S why things weren't moving around!
Nice ass though. Very pale. But I guessed he really WAS sort of shy, just
like Constantin said. Only he wasn't going to keep that ON was he? Well,
whatever, touchdown and he gave Constantin's shorts a quick pull as well.
And Constantin wasn't bothering to pull them back into place either. So
now I could see the top of his pubes. This was so EXCITING! Again the
ball was kicked about until finally Tyndal grabbed it again. Only he was
already naked. But no problem, back through the line he went. Touchdown!
And now Constantin's shorts were down below his knees, hung on the top of
his cast. And he didn't bother pulling them back up. Oh look! He's
getting a boner! I LOVED watching it rise up like that. And Isac's got
one TOO. It's sticking up above the waistline of his panties! Shit! I
never would have DREAMED he'd have one that size! Kick it to him, kick it
to him! But actually it went to Tommy. Boom! Into the scrimmage line he
went. And RIP-PP again! SHREADED those things. His was sticking about
straight out. Roughly the same size as mine and Constantin's except maybe
a little bigger around. And he had a cute little blonde bush. Touchdown!
So OK, now Constantin's shorts were gone completely. Tossed over the
fence. But not ripped to pieces, at least. Meanwhile, Dorsey looked
pissed. Which made sense, I mean if your identical twin was naked, then
you might as well have been too. But MEANWHILE somehow or other ISAC'S
panties have come down to just above his knees and it was BEAUTIFUL. It
curved up like a banana. But no hair at all! And he had a cute ass too,
even though it was a bit small. Still had good definition though. But
anyway, I guess he didn't want to have them ripped, so he quickly stepped
out of them and then everybody ganged up on Dorsey. Except for Constantin
of course who now was bent OVER the fence with his his butt looking at
the combatants. Was he supposed to be the prize or something? What a
weird game. But anyway, struggle struggle struggle but it was no use and
at last down (and off) went Dorsey's jock strap.

"See, I TOLD you he did it!" yelled Tommy.

"I did it because I WANTED to do it" yelled Dorsey back. Did what? Oh.
Well damn!

Apparently for some reason Dorsey had shaved his pubes off. I guess.
Well, obviously he DID, else Tommy wouldn't be making fun of him. But
Dorsey's was sticking just about straight up. I mean it was almost
touching his tummy. And it looked pretty much identical to his brother's.
Interesting. And I'd already filled my shorts. Have no idea when it
happened, but it did all right. But not for one instant did I take my
eyes off the scene below, not for an INSTANT! What were they going to do
to Constantin?

Well, from the looks of things, the person keeping his undies on the
longest would get to poke Constantin's ass. Bent over the fence like
that? That was going to be awfully uncomfortable, wasn't it? I would
THINK so, but Dorsey and Isac were arguing about it. Which was
interesting too because Dorsey was latched onto Constantin's left bun
while Isac was pulling on the other. Which doesn't work the same way as
pulling on a wishbone, but then in a way it really did. I think Isac was
right though, Dorsey should've been disqualified because of him having
that extra piece of clothing. But Dorsey went, "So you didn't even have
yours yanked off anyway. You took them off yourself!" and Isac said "So?
That means I win then" and Dorsey shot back "No it doesn't" and then Isac
happened to look up. And in spite of everything I could feel the color
coming to my face. It was like I was FROZEN! Like a deer caught in the
headlights. Just like in one of my dreams. Only Isac was never IN one of
my dreams. I hoped one night he would be though even if I probably
would've had him with a little bitty pecker and all.

But my ears actually started ringing. Which almost always happens
whenever I've GOT to do something I'm really scared to do. So for just a
minute or so I don't know what ANYBODY said, just that they were all
looking at me and pointing and if I'm any good at all at lip reading,
then cussing quite a bit. And they were laughing. And THEN they were
coming up the ladder. To where I was. And it looked like a pretty long
ways down to the ground if I were of a mind to jump, so it sure looked
like I was trapped.

Which would normally be a good place to end a chapter, but actually from
that point on it was almost anticlimatic. To tell you the truth, I would
have preferred the tie-up game but as it was, they just raped me. Which
was really quite a marvelous experience, but still...

Well I WAS awfully embarrassed at first. I was almost shaking. Because
they were good at play-acting I guess. And you know how it is with me, I
was still fighting that self-image thing, so I was wondering if they'd
all like me. Plus I was so IN to watching them and Isac's suddenly
"discovering" me peeking at them came at such an unexpected time, I mena
I was about to fall right OUT of that loft wondering exactly WHAT they
were going to do to Constantin and then... I really have to hand to Isac,
he played that BEAUTIFULLY!

So anyway, they all came up. And they all were standing around poor me.
Crouched guiltily on the floor. Looking at first one face then another
(then a couple of quick looks at all those raging hard-ons)... and they
were all just staring right at me. Everybody but Constantin who remained
down below. I was SPEECHLESS!

But finally Constantin hollered up, "GET that little queer down here!
NOW!!"

Well, there were four of them, so still shaking I guiltily made my way
down with two ahead of me and two behind. There was no escape.

Once down, they pressed around me in an angry circle, all of them. "I...
I.." Nope, it didn't look like I could talk quite yet.

Finally Dorsey wondered, "You like looking at naked boys?"

And I said in reply, "I... I... well, I-"

Then Tyndal who before had always acted friendly, cut in with "Todd?
That's your name, right? Todd. Yeah, I know you all right. And I always
did think you were a little queer. So you know what I want you to do
Todd?"

I stammered, "What?"

"Strip. Right now. You can do it yourself, or we'll do it for you. So you
think you'll need any help?"

"I... I..." and then I sort of sighed, shrugged (STILL shaking) and
looking down at the ground started fumbling with my shirt.

"Just your pants. I'd like to see you with your shirt on but nothing
else" ordered Isac. Icily. Beautiful Isac, who had a brown belt in
karate, was acting like I was ... nothing. Nothing at all.

I felt like I was in a daze, but quickly I pushed my jeans down and then
knelt to get my shoes off. Still unable to look at anyone. But when I
felt someone pulling at the back of my undershorts I jerked. THEN that
hand reached around in front and gave my limp noodle a pull. See? I
really WAS into the game. Completely.

"The little queer's filled his pants!" crowed either Tommy or Dorsey.

Tyndal asked me mockingly, "Did you shoot off watching us Todd?"

I swallowed hard and-

"Stand up" he said curtly.

"But-"

"Stand him up" he ordered, and seconds later two pairs of hands pulled me
roughly to my feet. Then Tyndal pulled my shorts down in front, took a
look and said, "My my. You've made quite a mess of yourself, now haven't
you?"

So right. It was nicely played by everyone involved, very nicely indeed.
But we really should be moving on to the good part. Which would be when
finally I was naked. Isac changed his mind about my keeping my shirt on
and just jerked right up over my head and off. But at least by then I was
casting furtive glances at the ring of unfriendly faces surrounding me.
And guess what, my once limp noodle was starting to lengthen a bit. Even
though I was ashamed of it's doing that. Especially when the twins crowed
out in unison "Look! He's getting a hard-on!"

Tyndal went, "Well Todd, do you know what you're going to do with MY
hard-on? I bet you do, don't you? You're going to suck on it Todd. Think
you can do that? Just get on your hands and knees and start sucking."

And so I did. And I kept getting harder.

Then when someone behind me was pulling my checks open, was pushing first
one then quickly two greasy fingers into my hole, I started getting
REALLY hard. Especially when I discovered it was Isac.

It was a TRIP! Isac was plowing me from behind while Tyndal's big dick
was firmly implanted in my mouth. It was everything I'd dreamed of. I
ended up having to suck all of them. And EVERYbody could cum gallons. Or
at least a lot. Still liked Constantin's the best though. AND everybody
but Constantin fucked me too. Tyndal's was wonderfully filling, Isac's
did wonders and both twins were evidently very experienced. And because
of me sucking everybody off, everybody but Isac was able to keep fucking
me for quite some time. It was AWESOME! I came until I was drained, and
even then I STILL kept having orgasms. Seven I think. And that's not
counting my shooting off in my shorts before being "discovered" and when
they started returning the favor.

Yes! They kissed and nuzzled and rubbed everywhere! Talk about sensory
OVERLOAD ... well shit! I'm STILL sort of amazed.

So in conclusion... Well shit. Just how repetitive did you want me to be
on this deal anyway? I mean seriously... so in conclusion to this
chapter, I still loved Constantin the most. He walked me home. You think
I was any shape to ride my bike? I would've been wobbling all OVER the
place. But anyway, I loved him the most, as much as I ever did, and I
don't much see how I could have loved him any more. But I guess I loved
Isac too. Because he was so SWEET, you know? Once my initiation was over,
I mean. It was... really nice. And the twins were pretty cool even if
they were hyper as all get out and once again Tyndal was cool as well.

Oh, and I almost forgot. (Well, I DIDN'T, but I just wasn't sure where to
put this. Because it's just an interesting tidbit is all.) One good
reason for tying Isac down first might have been that one of the twins
stuck a water hose up his butt. And turned it on full blast. And it
wasn't warm water either. Imagine that. Isac was VERY startled.

But the only reason I mentioned THAT was because Constantin told me on
the way back that the twins wanted to bring their super soakers along.
You know, they're like giant water pistols? Or cannons?

But anyway, he talked them out of it. And I'm glad.


More adventures to follow. Or at least that's the plan right now.


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