Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2003 20:43:48 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "A Bavarian Summer Afternoon" (celeb, t/t)

Caution/Welcome.  The following is a gay fantasy about two young
celebrities, the Australian guitar prodigy Nathan Cavaleri and the young
German actor and singer Constantin von Jascheroff.  It takes place in
historic Colmberg, Bavaria, in 1996, early in the careers of the two boys
when Nathan was thirteen and Constantin ten.  This story does not reflect
nor imply their real sexual orientation, nor a real event in their lives.
If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities or about young
boys enjoying their sexuality, this is where you stop and hit the back or
delete key.  This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for the
purpose of adult entertainment and the celebration of boyhood.  Permission
is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or
posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author.
It has been written in response to a request by a loyal supporter of the
author's writing.  Comments and story suggestions can be sent to the author
J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

                  A BAVARIAN SUMMER AFTERNOON

  Constantin leaned forward in his metal folding chair, his eyes fixed on
the boy on the open air stage as if hypnotized by his playing.  In a way
the ten-year-old was.  Never had he heard of such music.  Blues-rock he'd
heard someone call it.  Constantin came from a musical family and he
himself played the piano, and though he enjoyed modern music, mostly techno
and hip hop, this blues-rock was like nothing he'd ever heard before.
Although having only turned ten four months ago, he'd been to many musical
festivals and had heard many great musicians, and never had he heard music
played so wonderfully as that afternoon.  He watched the boy's fingers
intricately working the strings as the boy leaned into the guitar and it
seemed to become part of him, an extension of his body.  Someone in the
audience commented about his impassioned fretwork, and that he'd never seen
anyone perform with such sensitivity.  Another commented that he had never
heard anyone play the twelve-bar blues with such skill, and would never
have expected a thirteen-year-old to be able to play such intricate pieces.
  Constantin did not know anything about fretwork or blues-rock or guitars.
What he did know about was passion and artistry and good music, and that
was what he was witnessing.  The curly-haired teenager on the stage was an
artist and playing with a passion that came from deep inside, and the music
that resulted was awesome.  It made his heart race when the young boy,
barely into his teens, rapidly strummed the strings, and his feet wanted to
tap when he played a particularly searing piece.  As he listened to the
music, at one moment it seemed to buoy him up and make him want to sing
with happiness, and then the next moment the tune sounded so soulful he
wanted to cry.  It was a wonderful thing for music to affect his emotions
so, and a tribute to the boy playing the guitar.
  When the boy finished, the audience stood and applauded in earnest, and
Constantin stood and applauded also.  As those in the front stepped forward
and surrounded the young performer and told him how wonderful his playing
was, Constantin wanted to step forward and tell him how great he thought it
was too, but more adults were crowding around the boy.  When you are only
ten and four-foot-six and sixty-eight pounds, adults don't notice you.  The
curly- haired teenager probably wouldn't care what he thought anyway, not
compared to adults who knew what they were talking about and who were
important.
  As the crowd pressed around the young prodigy, Constantin slipped away.
It was a wonderful summer afternoon, the sun beating down hotly from the
cloudless, deep Prussian blue sky.  It was a beautiful, hot day, and a
beautiful place for a weekend of music.  Baron von Gutshof of Colmberg was
a well-known patron of the arts, and one of the highlights of the summer
was the annual gathering the best musicians and choristers on his estate
for a weekend of music open to the citizens of Colmberg and to any tourists
who might be in the area visiting the nearby nature park Frankenhohe or
staying in the Castle Colmberg hotel.  At one time the estate had been a
private residence where the aristocracy gathered for important business and
for luxuriant banquets and lavish entertainment.  Now the manor, across the
parking lot and in the shadow of Castle Colmberg, was a bed and breakfast,
and most of the estate open to the public for a small fee.
  Constantin strolled along one of the many interconnecting cobblestone
paths, taking the stroller from one well-maintained flower garden to
another, cutting across trim lawns where each blade of grass was as tall as
all the others, and weaving past artistically planted native and foreign
copses.  He wandered aimlessly as he thought about the weekend.  It had
been fantastic so far, a smorgasbord of music from all over the world.
There had been the Vienna boys choir, Naho Vemura and Tamami Muramatsu of
Japan playing a violin and piano duet, Gil and Tal Ofarim fresh from a
performance in Munich with their father, a new boy band from American that
he'd never heard of and which had just finished recording in Sweden by the
strange name of the Backstreet Boys, and of course himself.  The list went
on and on.
  He'd been honoured to have been asked to sing at the weekend concert.
Although not as famous as many of the other performers, he was well known
in Germany, mainly from his role as the blond-haired brat Titus in the
television show "Titus, der Satansbraten" and from his single "Freiheit
fuer die Ferkel".  He enjoyed performing, and was becoming known also for
his synchronization from the dubbing he'd done as the voice of Bobo in
"Bobo and the Hare Gang" and as Antonin Dvorzak as a child.  Finding
himself back near the open air stage, Constantin sat on one of the many
benches scattered throughout the estate and sliding back and swinging his
feet, he thought again of the stirring guitar music he had heard being
played that afternoon.  It was not until the shadow passed over him that he
realized that he was not alone.
  "Sorry, I did not mean to intrude."
  Constantin looked up at the speaker and seeing the boy he'd just been
thinking about, smiled.  "It is not a trouble.  I do not have my name on
the place," he said with a grin as he tried to make a joke of it.
  The other smiled.  It was an honest, sincere smile, the type of smile
that made one feel good inside.  He had long, feathery eyelashes and his
thick, curly, dark-brown hair fell over his forehead and curled over his
ears and the collar of his jeans jacket.
  "You may sit too, if you are so inclined."
  "Thanks," Nathan said as he accepted the offer.  "It is beautiful here,
isn't it?"
  "Yes.  Much beautiful, the flowers and the gardens," Constantin said.
"But I would imaginate you have such beautiful places in England also."
  "I suppose England does," the boy responded with a smile.  "I wouldn't
know.  I'm from Australia."
  "Oh, I am sorry," Constantin responded, the blond-haired boy immediately
beginning to turn red.  "I thought, from your accent, well ."
  "A common mistake.  There are a lot of similarities in our accents, which
I guess makes sense being descendants from England."
  "You will excuse me, but my English is not so good."
  "You speak English very well," Nathan responded honestly.
  "Thank you.  It is necessary in Germany to learn a second language, and
English is the language many choose."
  "I wish I knew a second language," the boy said.  "My name is Nathan by
the way.  Nathan Cavaleri."
  "Constantin von Jascheroff," Constantin said.  "I heard you play this
afternoon, just a little while ago.  You were wonderful."
  "Thanks.  But I was not so great.  I really screwed up on the tab and
chord progressions in the middle of "Workin' On It".  And the riffs in
"Ain't That Enough" if B.  B. King had heard the way I played them he'd
have chewed out my ass but good."  Constantin smiled as he looked at the
boy.  He was unaccustomed to being with anyone who used such words as
screwed and ass, and somehow just hearing them said made him feel less of a
child and more of an equal to the boy sitting beside him.  "You play an
instrument?"
  "Yes, I play the piano a bit.  But that is not why I am here this
weekend.
  My instrument for this weekend is my voice.  I am here to sing."
  "Cool.  What type of songs?  Folk?  Modern?"
  "Mostly hip hop."
  "Cool.  When do you perform?  I'd like to hear you."
  "In a couple hours. At five."
  "Great."
  Constantin smiled.  The ten-year-old had expressive blue eyes and a small
nose and mouth with rosy, round cheeks.  His blond hair was fine and
bleached by the summer sun and he wore it combed over the sides and in
bangs in front.  It was not so long as to cover his ears.  The two boys sat
there in silence.  The beautiful melody of a Strauss waltz from the salon
orchestra swept through the trees and across the clearing and the two boys
sat and listened to it.
  "That is a beautiful sound, the melody of a salon orchestra," Constantin
observed.
  "Yes it is.  I love classical music almost as much as I enjoy
blues-rock."
  "Blues-rock.  Until this day I have never heard this music before."
  "It is very popular in some parts of the world.  The blues themselves
began with the Negro slaves in the cotton fields in the southern states in
America.  Many black musicians are known for their blues music.  My all
time idol way back when I was four and beginning to play the guitar was
Mark Knopfler, and last summer I toured with B. B. King.  Blues-rock has
become very popular in Australia, and playing in the pubs especially is
really cool.  And it's becoming real popular in some of the pubs here in
Germany too."  Nathan realized that most of what he'd said didn't mean much
to the young German boy.  "Sorry.  When it comes to talking about my music,
I get carried away."
  "It is a good fault to have."
  "It is just that to me, music is so important," Nathan observed.  "When
we're about to start a new tour, I can't wait to get on the bus and get
going."
  "I can understand.  When I heard you play I could tell you put your heart
into it.  I heard many in the audience say so also."
  "Thanks," Nathan responded, pleased with the complement.  "I do.  When
I'm jamming with my dad, or some of my mates, it's like the music possesses
me."
  "Music is powerful how it can make you feel."
  "Oh yeah.  It's great talking to someone who understands," Nathan said
sincerely as he looked at the young German singer, and Constantin smiled
back with a warm feeling in his heart.  "Like right now. What does the
music do to you?"
  Constantin listened carefully.  The orchestra was playing another waltz
by Johann Strauss, his famous "By the Beautiful Blue Danube."  Constantin
concentrated on the melody.  "It makes me think about the clouds, how they
sweep gracefully through the sky, and makes me wish I was a cloud too."
  "Yes," Nathan said, pleased.  "It does that."
  The two boys listened to the music flowing through the air.  "Or to be a
butterfly and go flitting from flower to flower or here and there across
the lawn."
  "Let's," said Nathan with a smile.  Leaping to his feet and taking
Constantin by the hand, he darted and twirled down the path from one side
to the next in time with the music.  "Actually," he said, "such music
reminds me of fancy ballroom dances with flowing gowns and tuxedos with
long tails."  Wrapping his left arm about Constantin's waist and holding up
his right hand with his, he spun out onto the lawn with long, sweeping
steps, spinning him around in an improvised waltz before the boy could
object that he didn't know how to dance.  When the orchestra stopped so did
the two boys, both out of breath.
  "Actually," Nathan gasped, "listening to the refrains of classical music
by a string orchestra makes me want to strip naked and make long, tender
love."
  Constantin giggled.  "Well, I would not know about that," he said.
  Nathan looked around as the music started up again, Samuel Barber's
"Adagio for Strings".  A smile slowly curled his lips.  "Come," he said.
There was a small copse of hawthorn in the middle of the lawn, circled by a
wide flowerbed of purple, white and yellow flowers.  Stepping carefully
through the flowers and ducking under the branches with their sharp spikes,
he lead Constantin to a small grassy clearing in the centre of the copse.
Removing his jean jacket and unbuttoning and removing his shirt, he eased
off his shoes, and unzipping his pants, he began to lower them.  "Com'on,
let's get naked," he urged.
  Constantin looked about hesitantly.  The hawthorn copse was too thick to
see through, and no adult was going to walk through the flowerbed and then
crawl through the thorny copse.  He reached up and unbuttoned his shirt and
his heart began to speed up in his chest.  As he pulled down his fly and
undid the top button of his trousers, he felt a growing excitement, a
feeling of anticipation and of guilt, the type of guilt one felt when he
was about to do something naughty, but not all that bad.  Nathan waited for
him, and then pushed down his blue plaid boxer-briefs as Constantin slipped
his fingers under the elastic band of his white jockey briefs and pushed
them down.
  "In the outback, the aboriginals often go naked in the heat of the
summer, especially when they are on a quest, like the dream time," Nathan
observed, standing on one leg and pulling off his sock, then standing on
the other and pulling the second off.
  "There are many nudist camps in Germany," observed Constantin as he
removed his stockings and then stood and glanced at the older boy.  His
body was smooth and hairless except for a small patch of dark brown hair
above his dick.  He noticed that his penis was encased in a foreskin as was
his own, but it was considerably longer and thicker, like a small pork
sausage.
  Stepping over to Constantin, Nathan slipped his arms about him, and
drawing his naked body to his, he bent his head and kissed him.  Caught by
surprise, but not with displeasure, Constantin made no resistence as the
older boy pressed his smooth, moist lips against his.  Their lips parted
and the Australian boy looked at him with half-closed eyes.  He slowly
reached up and touched Constantin's smooth cheek gently with the tips of
his fingers, stroking it ever so lightly, and then kissed him again, and
then a third time.  He reached down and took the younger boy's limp penis
in his hand.
  "What do you usually call this?"
  "My penis?"
  "Yes.  Is that the name you usually use?"
  "Yeah," he said with a shrug.  "Or my wiener."
  "We use the same words in Australia.  Do you like to play with it?"
  "Well," Constantin replied hesitantly.  "It does feel nice when it is
touched, but I've been told not to do it."
  "So have I," said Nathan with a conspiring smile. "So I do it when those
who would object are not around."  He squeezed the boy's limp penis and
gave it a few gentle tugs, and then reaching over with his other hand, took
Constantin's hand and placed it on his own dick.  "Does the music not make
you want to make love?"  The faint retrains of another Strauss waltz could
be heard through the hawthorn trees.
  "I do not know about making love," Constantin replied with a giggle, his
fingers still wrapped about Nathan's smooth, warm wiener where the older
boy had left them.  "To be honest I do not really look for the company of
girls yet."
  "You don't need girls to make love."
  "You do not?" Constantin asked, looking up at the older boy in surprise.
  In reply Nathan embraced him and kissed him once more, and as Constantin
slipped his arms about the older boy's waist, Nathan drew Constantin's
naked body closer to his own so his penis pressed against Constantin's flat
stomach.  Slipping his hands down Constantin's back, Nathan caressed his
smooth buttocks as he kissed him a second time.
  "How did that make you feel?" Nathan asked softly after breaking the kiss
and drawing back and looking down at the boy.
  "It . . .  well . . .  it. . . ."
  "Did you dislike it?"
  "No, not at all," Constantin responded quickly.  "Just the opposite."
  "It was pleasant?"
  "Yes," Constantin replied.  "Very," he added as he tried poorly to put
into words just how he'd felt.
  "There is more pleasantness that can be had.  Much more.  If you would
like to learn."
  "Sure."
  Nathan guided the younger boy to the ground so Constantin was lying on
his back in the long, lush grass and propped up on his elbows so he could
watch.  Kneeling beside him, Nathan paused to enjoy the fragrance of the
freshly crushed grass, and the sight of Constantin's delightful boyhood.
His penis hung between his legs, an inch-and-a-half and no thicker than his
thumb, his cocklet barely as long as his balls over which it rested.  The
sack holding his testicles was smooth and hairless and you could see his
two oval nuts inside the thin skin.  Taking Constantin's soft, limp organ
between his thumb and forefinger and lifting it up, he bent over and
slipped his lips over it, sliding them down the shaft until his lips were
wrapped about the base and pressed against Constantin's smooth pubes.
Nathan slowly swirled his tongue around the soft, tender organ, caressing
it and delighting in its raw taste as he inhaled through his nose.  The
delightful and unique fragrance of his new friend's boyhood filled his
lungs and he closed his eyes in delight as he gently sucked on the
sensitive organ.
  Constantin lay there totally surprised by Nathan's actions.  He had taken
his penis in his mouth, that most precious and valued part of his body,
that one thing a boy could claim ownership of that a girl could not.  That
same precious organ was also considered to be particularly dirty, his mom
constantly reminding him to wash his hands after touching it.  For some
reason it was also something to be ashamed of, something to be kept hidden
and never spoken of.  Despite those negative aspects, Nathan had willingly
slipped his mouth over it.  He now felt pressure beginning to build around
his delicate organ as Nathan began to gently suck on it.
  Constantin had discovered the pleasure of fondling his penis two years
ago, shortly after he had turned eight, but that activity had been quickly
discouraged by his parents as soon as they had noticed him doing it, and so
since then it had been limited to the occasional yielding to temptation as
he lie in bed waiting to fall asleep.  The pleasure he was feeling now was
very similar, but different, not better or worse, but just different.  The
heat and the moistness of Nathan's mouth, which was totally engulfing his
limp penis, the gentle and constant suction being applied to it, and
feeling Nathan's tongue swirling around it and licking it as if it were a
peppermint stick were all new experiences and sensations to the young boy,
and combined with the eroticism of someone having his wiener in their
mouth, resulted in a combination of new and wonderful feelings and thoughts
that until then had been totally unknown to the young boy.
  Those feelings and thoughts were enticing, like a newly opened box of
chocolates held before a child, and they were frightening, like opening the
door to a dark and theretofore unknown room.  Constantin was not sure
exactly how to feel about the fact that the tingling pleasure about the
bulb of his penis was being caused by another boy, and by that boy's mouth
instead of his own fingers.  His penis was private.  And he'd been
conditioned to think of it as something dirty even though he was a boy and
had one and was proud that he did.  Despite the fact his penis was private
and dirty, what was happening felt good, and he was glad it was with
another boy.  He, like most boys his age, preferred the company of those of
his own sex, finding other boys thought like he did, were interested in
what he was interested in, and shared the same dreams and the same fears.
Of course his parents and other adults joked about that and told him that
he would change his ways, but Constantin had hoped that time would be far
off.
  Now, as he lay there on his back watching Nathan sucking on that organ
which distinguished him as a boy, he was even more convinced that he much
preferred the company of boys.  No girl would ever think of doing such a
thing, and would have most likely made a revolting face and run off to tell
had he been the one to suggest doing what Nathan was doing.  What he was
doing, was not revolting, not in the least.  If it had been unpleasant his
penis would not be responding as it was, gradually swelling and becoming
firm, just like it did when he fiddled with it under the blankets.  Getting
a bone it was called according to his best friend, and it was a wonderful
and marvellous mystery how it happened.  He reached down and ran his
fingers over Nathan's smooth back as the boy crouched there and sucked on
his penis as if he were sucking on a straw.  He noticed the look of
concentration and the look of pleasure in Nathan's eyes and he felt good
because he knew Nathan was enjoying this too.
  Nathan was.  He delighted in the saltiness and meaty cock taste of the
wiener in his mouth, and he delighted in its fragrance.  He delighted too
in feeling the limp penis slowly swelling between his lips, feeling the
growing power and desire in that swelling flesh.  He knew the pleasure the
young German boy was feeling, because he was a boy himself, and he knew the
same feelings even though he was from a country far away and spoke a
different language.  He knew also that he was the cause of the boy boning
up, and that this was the boy's first experience, and that made it all the
more special.
  Laying down on his side and propping himself up on his left arm so he was
in a more comfortable position, Nathan reached up and took Constantin's
hand and placed it on his still limp but swelling cock and guided it up and
down the length a couple times.  As he removed his hand and resumed sucking
on the young, stiff cocklet of the German boy, he focussed on the pleasure
between his own legs.  It felt so different having someone else's fingers
clenching his swelling dick, the other's fingers being unpredictable in the
length and speed of their stroke, and their clutch being so different from
his own, and yet the manipulation of the fingers, though awkward and
unfamiliar with the flesh they were holding, was producing results not that
different from the pleasure his own fingers had created a thousand times
over, and a pleasure that he knew those small fingers had created many
times stroking their owner's own dick.
  He swirled his tongue around the fleshy boy tube, now swollen and stiff,
and delighted in the eroticism of having a boy's cock in his mouth and that
boy's fingers grasping his own stiff penis and tugging on it in response to
the pleasures pulsating through his own stiff organ.  Nathan tightened his
lips about the base of the stiff cocklet and began to bob his head up and
down, sliding his lips up the slender shaft and over the foreskin-encased
bulb at the top and then back down.  Each time his lips caressed the
swollen bulb he felt the boy quiver with arousal, just as he quivered each
time the boy slipped his fist up over his own knob.
  Constantin stared down at Nathan as the boy worked his lips up and down
his stiff organ, and he squeezed the boy's hard cock and tugged on it as he
felt the pleasures ripple through his swollen bulb each time Nathan's mouth
slipped over it.  He had never held another boy's cock in his fingers
before, limp or stiff, and it felt strange holding the thirteen-year-old's
throbbing bone in his fingers.  In one way it was no different from his
own, except being thicker and longer, but yet it felt so different and so
foreign too.  Of course part of it was knowing he was holding that most
precious part of a person's body, that most private part, that part that
only boys had.
  Although he had stroked himself many times before, he had never played
with himself for as long as Nathan had been sucking him.  Now with each
cycle of Nathan's mouth the intensity of his pleasure seemed to double, and
he began to feel a tension developing in the pit of his stomach, as if a
spring was being wound tighter and tighter.  He concentrated on that new
sensation, and he quivered as the pleasure of his itching dickhead become
so intense that it was now painful.  He squeezed the hot, throbbing cock in
his hand and began to jerk it faster in response to his own new feelings
and sense of urgency without realizing what he was doing.
  Tighter and tighter the spring was winding.  Faster and faster he jerked
Nathan's hot, throbbing penis.  The bulb of his slender cocklet itched and
burned now as if it had been skinned, and suddenly his entire organ seemed
to go numb.  Strange, new sensations rippled through the swollen flesh,
wonderful, powerful sensations.  Then, suddenly, without warning, the
spring in his groin uncoiled, and he began to buck and heave his hips
uncontrollably as shock after shock of intense pleasure shot up from deep
in his groin and through his throbbing cocklet.  He quivered and whimpered
with the strange pleasure, with the first orgasm of his life, as his body
twitched and jerked on its own accord.  His entire groin throbbed and his
cocklet was on fire.
  Nathan at last removed his lips and raised himself on his arm as he
looked over at the trembling, panting boy.  Constantin looked back at him,
his cheeks flushed a bright red and his deep blue eyes staring back in a
daze.  His chest was heaving and his heart pounding faster than it ever had
before.  He looked down at Nathan's stiff dick sticking up from between his
legs, and without a word, he crawled around and bent his head.  For a
moment he hesitated, uncertain if he should do it.  It had felt awesome
when Nathan had done it to him, but now faced with the idea of putting the
boy's penis in his mouth, it did not seem like such a great idea.  He
slowly leaned forward.  Nathan had done it for him.  But suppose he did not
like it?  Suppose it tasted bad?  What would Nathan think if he tried it
and didn't like it?  It was, after all, his penis.  He peed with it.  You
were supposed to wash your hands if just so much as touched it.  And, you
weren't supposed to touch it except for that one purpose.  And he was about
to slip his mouth over it!
  "You don't have to if you don't want to," Nathan whispered, knowing the
thoughts that were going through Constantin's head, having had the same
thoughts himself his first few times.
  That he didn't have to do it, that Nathan understood what he was thinking
that very moment, was all that Constantin needed.  Opening his jaws wide,
he lowered his head and slipped his mouth over Nathan's knob.  The
thirteen-year-old boy's cock was longer than his own, almost twice the
size, just under four inches long, and it was thicker.
  He had observed earlier that it looked like a small pork sausage, and as
he concentrated now on the taste of his first cock, Constantin decided that
was the closest he could come to describing the flavour too, the flavour of
a raw sausage.
  Actually, it was not so much the taste that his mind was concentrating
on, as it was the fact that he had a boy's cock in his mouth.  He actually
had that organ that made a boy a boy in his mouth, that special part that
was unmentionable and taboo.  He closed his eyes and forced himself to
concentrate.  It was not that bad a taste.  Constantin felt a twinge run
down his own dick as he thought of that.  He slowly eased his lips farther
down and found it was not so easy to take Nathan's member in his mouth and
to breathe at the same time.  He inhaled carefully and was surprised at the
musky fragrance of Nathan's crotch.  It was not an aroma he was familiar
with, but it was delightful.  He slowly slipped his lips a bit father down,
going slowly and pausing frequently to breathe until he had the Australian
musician's cock totally in his mouth.
  He then began to do as Nathan had done to him, sucking gently on his
penis as he slowly eased his lips back up the shaft and over the bulb of
his member, and then slowly eased his lips back down.  He stared at
Nathan's silky pubic bush as he bobbed his head up and down and sucked on
his penis, and as he developed a rhythm he closed his eyes and concentrated
on the myriad of thoughts going through his mind.  He felt weird sucking on
the boy's cock, but aroused too.  What he was doing was so secret and so
private that he was sure few boys knew about it, and fewer actually did it.
It had to be the most personal thing two boys could do together.  It had to
be taboo considering everything, but that was so wrong.  It felt so very
good.  Besides, he was only bringing another boy the unique and intense
pleasure which that very boy had just brought him.
  Laying there propped up on his elbows in the hot summer sun and in the
long, fresh grass, Nathan watched the young German actor and singer giving
his first blow job and he smiled.  He remembered giving his first blow job,
how he'd been so awed about having a guy's dick in his mouth, and how he'd
tried to sort out how something that made two guys feel so great could be
considered something so wrong.  As Constantin closed his eyes, it was
evident that he was concentrating on what he was doing also, and was
enjoying it.  That did not come as a big surprise to Nathan, having quickly
arrived at the same conclusion about the act the first time he'd ever
sucked cock.
  And so he lay there and concentrated on the pleasure throbbing through
his swollen dick and causing the knob to itch as the pressure and tension
slowly built in his loins.  It was a delightful sensation, and being caused
by another boy made it all the more pleasurable.  He reached down and
stroked Constantin's smooth back as the tempo of the distant chamber
orchestra matched the pulsation of his organ.
  "When I tell you to pull off, slip your mouth off my dick," Nathan
advised between deep breaths as he felt himself approaching his climax.
  Constantin did not understand why his mentor would want him to do such a
thing when he had not yet brought him to the same uncontrollable peak of
ecstasy as he'd been brought, but he trusted the older boy, and as he
continued to work his lips up and down the boy's hot, throbbing member he
knew whatever Nathan told him to do it had to be the right thing.  He
swallowed the saliva that had collected in his mouth and had been basting
the boy's cock, that delightfully dick-flavoured saliva, and opening his
eyes a sliver, he tightened his lips and resumed bobbing his head.
  "Now."
  Drawing back his head and allowing the hard, hot dick to slip out of his
mouth, he stared down as Nathan's flushed, blood-engorged cock jerked
wildly in the air and a stream of thick, white cream shot out of the tip
and flew through the air.  A second shot followed the first as the boy's
cock continued to jerk and as Nathan's body now began to convulse as his
own had and he rapidly and repeatedly thrust his hips in the air and
slammed them down against the ground.  Streamer after streamer of the
strange, thick creamy sauce shot out of his organ, lacing his smooth, flat
stomach, his heaving chest, and his smooth thighs.  The boy threw back his
head and his lips parted as he gasped and grunted and whimpered as if in
pain and yet in obvious pleasure.  As Constantin stared at the young,
narrow cock jutting up in the air and oozing out still more of the creamy
flow, he had no idea what it was or why it had happened, but he knew the
strange combination of pleasure and pain that was causing Nathan to quiver.
  His chest still heaving, Nathan smiled up at the obviously pleased but
shocked ten-year- old, who looked down at him with at first wide-eyed
wonder and concern, and then with a relieved smile.  Keeping his eyes
locked on Constantin's, Nathan slowly reached down and tracing one of the
streamers of his cream with the fingertip of his index finger, he gathered
it up into a glob and then popped the glob in his mouth and sucked it off.
His smile broadened.
  "Delicious," he pronounced.  "And that was a totally awesome blow job,"
he added with a sigh as he smiled up at the boy appreciatively.
  "What . . .  what . . .  ah, is that?" Constantin asked, staring down at
the white streamers lacing the boy's naked body.
  "Cum," replied Nathan.  "Semen."  He reached down and scooped up another
glob with his finger.  "Some guys like to cum right in another guy's mouth,
but I figured that wouldn't be right for your very first time."
  "My . . . ," began Constantin, "I did not do that when you did me."
  "You're too young yet," advised Nathan.  "But coming dry like you did
feels just as awesome."  Constantin considered the comment.  The two boys
smiled.  "And you're welcome to have some of mine, if you want."
  Constantin's doubt lasted all of one second.  He reached down and scooped
up a much smaller globule of the unfamiliar cream.  It felt strange, warm,
wet, sticky.  Nathan smiled up at him as he slowly brought it to his lips
and tentatively stuck out his tongue.  Nathan knew what feeling that
special fluid for the first time was like, and the wonder of that first
taste.  As Constantin extended his tongue until it touched the globule
clinging to his fingertip and then drew his tongue back in his mouth, a
slender thread remained connected to the fluid left on his finger.
Savouring that sweet, delightful nectar of the young boy's balls, he
extended his tongue for a second sample.  This time the thread broke and
fell over his chin.  His tongue swept out to lick it off, and the two boys
giggled.  Glancing down at the source of that wonderful white nectar and
seeing the film of cream and translucent fluid coating the exposed knob of
Nathan's still erect dick like the butterscotch sauce swirled over an ice
cream cone, Constantin instantly lowered his head.
  Nathan smiled as he watched Constantin's lips slip over his creamed dick
and as he saw the boy's rosy cheeks sink in and felt the pressure of his
suction increase around his dickhead.  In reward for Constantin's impulsive
action, Nathan's balls constricted and a fresh dollop of his creamy boy
nectar oozed out of the tip of his cock.  He trembled as he felt the hot,
moist tongue swirl around his dickhead and he sighed with pleasure.
Constantin relished the unique sauce as he licked if off the older boy's
cock, and he delighted even more in the sounds of pleasure coming from the
older boy.  He sucked and licked until he had totally cleaned off his stiff
cock, and as he finally raised his head, he looked up at the boy laying on
his back for affirmation and with the wish that they could do this all over
again.
  "After your performance this afternoon, do you return to Berlin?"
  "No.  My father and I are staying over until tomorrow, here at the
Baron's bread and breakfast inn."
  "So are my father and I," responded Nathan with a smile.
  Constantin smiled back and neither boy had to say anything further.
Reaching up and drawing the naked, ten-year-old down on top of him, Nathan
wrapped his arms about him and pressed his naked flesh against
Constantin's.  Their penises, now soft and wet, pressed against each
other's body.  Their smooth, moist lips, tasting of cock, met in a long,
tender kiss.  As they broke, Constantin rose slightly and smiled down at
the older boy, his breath and Nathan's now smelling of cum, and the two
boys closed their eyes and kissed again.  They still had a few minutes
before he had to dress and go perform, and they wanted to enjoy every
second they had together on that delightful Bavarian summer afternoon as
the salon string orchestra began their last selection.