Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 04:09:27 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin chapter 12

As is usually the case, this story is intended for mature audiences only.
And I would hope that it is legal for you to read such material, even if
only for educational purposes. In fact this FICTIONAL story (and for the
most part it really is) (fictional) IS for educational purposes. Honest. I
have no other motivation for writing this. None whatsoever.

But then again, I might be making that up too. So you've been warned, right?


                             Constantin
                             chapter 12


I could've added a little more to my last chapter, like for instance how
Jesse found out about the rest of us. Because we (Constantin and I) weren't
going to out the others unless they said it was OK and we hadn't talked to
them. But anyway, that first night over at my house Jesse wondered, "Well,
if they KNOW you're gay and they don't care, you think maybe they are too?"

"I don't know" said Constantin, "They might've messed around some, lots of
boys do THAT, I mean jerking off together and... well, who knows, but-"

"I bet the twins have messed around with each other some, because if I had a
twin brother... well, that would have been really nice" said Jesse
wistfully.

And we agreed it was at least possible.

"But Isac, I can't see him doing... well, you know, he's so polite and... oh
I don't know... but you don't think HE... might've... do you?"

We shrugged and said you just never can tell about anybody.

So the next day at school we talked to the others. And they didn't mind
coming out, but just for fun we could make it more interesting for Jesse.
Like for instance if this coming out came as a complete surprise. As in
GASP!! In fact, we decided we'd make it his initiation. But we wouldn't say
anything about it until it was over.

And so that afternoon Constantin asked if he wanted to go over to his house.
Said he'd have to not let on about us being gay and all, but lots of times
the five of us had wrestling matches down in his basement. And he could be
the referee. If he wanted to.

We went downstairs and quickly striped down to our boxers. More Salvation
Army thrift store stuff, but at least these weren't totally uncool like the
ones worn for my inititiation. They were however somewhat frayed and in most
cases a bit large on us. And no, Isac didn't wear his panties that day. So
anyway, we hit the mats (two old mattresses) and with little in the way of
preliminaries beyond "You ready?" "Damn right we are, you mutherfuckers" and
all that, we began rassling up a storm. We should have made a video of that
match because it was a classic! But Jesse didn't do much refereeing, he was
mostly just keeping an eye on things that kept flashing into view or
flopping out. It was all he could do to not go GASP!! SEVERAL times. I'm
sure of that. ESPECIALLY when one of the twins yanked Isac's right OFF. So
of course Isac yelled, "Oh, you're gonna PAY for that, you little shits!"
and sure enough it wasn't long until both the twins were depantsed as well.
Dorsey had his RIP-PED off. And oh my God, they were popping boners! And
then the naked ones ganged up on me and Constantin. Meanwhile, Jesse wasn't
pretending to referee at all anymore, he was yelling encouragement to the
naked ones. Although at least he was making an attempt to act like it didn't
matter that much, but pretty soon we were all naked. Except for Jesse. And
we rolled and we kicked and we GRABBED and we giggled and we cussed and I am
sure by then Jesse was about to squirt because we were grabbing some pretty
important things and he could not BE-LIEVE it, he never would've DREAMED of
such a thing... and I bet he was wishing he could be in that match himself.

Everybody was laughing and cutting up but then out of nowhere Isac said,
"Hey! How come we're naked and he's not? Let's get him!" and Jesse went "Oh
no!" and a short struggle ensued and not long afterwards EVERYbody was
naked. And I'm sure he might've been wondering some about how many different
people grabbed between his legs too. But to his credit, he STILL didn't let
on, he was just going "Hey you guys, cut it out, OK? Really, I mean...
you're making me get hard and-"

Isac went, "MAKING you get hard? You already WERE! Just like us. Now weren't
you? Admit it, you WERE, weren't you?"

"Well-"

"So now we're going to PUNISH you!" yelled Dorsey a little prematurely.

"WHAT? But I-"

"Hey, don't worry, we're just going to torture you is all" said Constantin
reassuringly.

"But-"

"So let's get him up and tie his hands to the pipe" said somebody else
excitedly. All I know for sure is that it wasn't me or Constantin or Jesse
who said that.

He looked a bit alarmed, but there wasn't much he could do and soon his
hands WERE tied to the overhead pipe. So he found himself standing there in
the middle of the basement wondering what in the world he'd gotten himself
into. Torture? What KIND of torture? What-

Constantin got on his knees in front of him, started playing with his balls,
took a deep breath and... Jesse's eyes got very big indeed. Later on he said
he was thinking that while Constantin had told him they knew, he had no IDEA
he'd just go to it right in FRONT of them, then he got back to wondering
about EVERYbody's strange and somewhat suspect behaviour (SOMEwhat??) then
he started wondering again about that TORTURE deal and how he was tied up
and... well, he was getting pretty mixed up actually.

But anyway. Constantin gave Jesse's straining spike a couple of sucks and a
good tongue lashing, then Isac cut in with "Hey, Constantin. I've got an
even better idea."

Constantin let it pop out of his mouth and he said, "Yeah? What?"

"Let's see who can make him blow first, but we take turns, OK?"

And so at THAT point Jesse was thinking, "!!!??!?!!" Something like that at
least, ESPECIALLY when after a brief whispered conversation Isac
continued...

"So let's see what we got back here then" and with that he pulled Jesse's
ass checks open and after a brief inspection added, "Looks clean enough to
me. So you wanna?"

So at THAT point he thought he was about to find out what anal sex was all
about and he just HOPED it wasn't as unpleasant as his brief experience with
Tony. Which is certainly understandable. And he was also starting to have
some second thoughts about us, I mean maybe we were just about as bad as the
skinheads.

But we weren't. Not at all. The idea was we'd take turns tonguing him,
that's all. We each went at it for thirty seconds. And then we'd take our
turns again and so on until he blew. It was a game. Who would be doing his
hole when it finally happened?

Jesse said he ALMOST lost it right off though.  As Isac went first. Which
was very definitely an OMG moment. When Isac's tongue POLITELY began probing
his HOLE... yes, I can see where that came as quite a shock to him.

But since no one was messing with his dick, he managed to hold out until we
all had outed ourselves, no ifs ands or buts, then it was Isac's turn again,
then Constantin's (so that's 3 1/2 minutes, we should've made it like some
kind of Olympic event) (except we need to figure out if the object is to see
how quick you explode or how long you can hold out)... but he lost it on the
next turn. which belonged to Dorsey.

"Thar she blows!" yelled Tommy and then they high-fived each other. Really,
we needed to figure out what the rules WERE on this, but whatever, Jesse
looked like he'd had SEVERAL circuits blown.

And that was his initiation. Since after all, his psyche might've been a bit
fragile still. You know how it is. So see, we could be very BoyScoutish if
we wanted to be.

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The following Friday it was off to Bloomington, just as planned. But only as
a reconnaissance mission. Else I never would've gone. Really.

Well, I MIGHT not have, but since it was too cold to do anything all that
daring... and we could hardly kidnap Jeff and take him to our room... and
besides all that, revenge is a dish that is best served cold anyway. But I
had no IDEA he would set himself up to the extent that he did. He could've
at least pretended to be cool... but I have to admit that I might've goaded
him a little. I might as well, since that was our intention all along, but
the thing was I didn't know he'd present himself in such a bad light. I mean
he tried his best to just embarrass the SHIT out of me.

See, right after Tommy and Dorsey's dad had checked the lot of us into the
Holiday Inn, I called Jeff. Said I was up there until late the following
afternoon. And I wondered; I suppose in a slightly suggestive manner; if he
was doing anything that night. I could tell he was surprised to hear from me
because when I left at the end of the summer I was acting like I didn't want
to have anything more to do with him. Never EVER.

So just a bit suspiciously he asked what I had in mind.

"Oh, I don't know, just wanted to see how you were doing is all" I replied
somewhat unconvincingly. Then after a moment of pregnant silence I added
with a nervous giggle, "So if you're not tied up at the moment, you know the
McDonald's close to Holiday Inn?... I can meet you there... if you want to.
Around an hour from now? Because I'm not doing anything so if you want to...
talk... or something... so you want to?"

Well, he did. I could tell he was still awfully surprised and apparently was
weighing the pros and cons, but finally he offered "Yeah, I guess. Might as
well... so what do you have in mind?"

I giggled a bit shakily and managed, "Don't know... just whatever pops up I
guess. So you'll be there in about an hour? But just you, OK?"

Guess he figured I was a real slut. A slutty little queer boy. Just couldn't
get enough. Yep, that's me all right. And I don't know what he had in mind
that night, but I'm sure he wasn't expecting me to be there with two
giggling teeny bopper girls. Me! Sitting with not one but two GIRLS who
couldn't hardly keep their silly hands OFF of me! Constance and Isabelle.
Constance was wearing a long purple skirt that came down to his... I mean
her ankles with a white long-sleeved blouse that buttoned in back. And Air
Jordans. Oh, and really nice white bonnet. She went the whole route, with
lipstick, eye shadow and mascara. I had a lot of fun helping her with the
lipstick and all and assured him that she looked like trailer park trash.
But terribly cute. In a tomboyish sort of way. She opted NOT to wear any
panties and reported that it was quite a thrill to feel the air coming up
underneath. She did not attempt to flash anyone at McDonald's, nor for that
matter was she even TEMPTED to. Well, maybe just a little, but no. Which was
good. She had to keep her dick pinned underneath her left thigh the whole
time she was in there. Well, you know how it is, a nice girl shouldn't go
pitching a tent, as it could raise all SORTS of questions.

Isabelle wore a blue denim skirt with an embroidered floral pattern on the
right side. It came down to just above her knees. Thankfully. A cute red
short-sleeved bare midriff blouse, open toe sandals. Oh and panties. VERY
thankfully. AND lipstick AND mascara AND eye shadow and she looked like
trailer park trash TOO. She also opted for a pink stocking cap, but soon as
she could find a cheap but realistic looking Princess Di wig, many boy's
hearts were likely to be broken. Overall she looked trashy but cute, almost
in a feminine sort of way. And she ALMOST flashed Jeff at McDonald's but
chickened out.

The twins were dressed as themselves and were sitting in a booth across from
us cutting up. THEN Jeff walked in, did a double-take, scowled noticeably
and went on up to the order counter. "That's him" I whispered.

"He's here!" Isabelle mouthed at the twins. Excitedly the twins moved over
to the booth behind us.

"You're right Todd, he IS sort of good looking, at least in a way he is"
whispered Constance in my ear, then she gave me a quick peck on my cheek and
I blushed. Possibly because Jeff glanced back at me right about then and
sort of got red in the face himself. I could tell. So I didn't know if this
was going real well or not.

Isabelle leaned across the table and whispered, "Eight INCHES? REALLY?
Honest to God?"

"At LEAST" I whispered back and big around too!"

"Oh WOW!" whispered everybody else. Twins included. And then there was a lot
of giggling and sniggering and various other whispered off-color asides.
Along with several more glances at Jeff. Which might have given him the
wrong impression and had he just decided to walk right on back out the door
that would've been cool enough with me. Isabelle and the twins were
embarrassing me if you want to know the truth, but Jeff got his order and
rather purposely strode back towards us. Pulled a chair up across from us,
took a couple of bites out of his Big Mac, wiped his face and...

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend, Todd. You going to introduce us?"

"My name's Constance and that's my best friend Isabelle and those two behind
us are Tommy and Dorsey. They're her cousins and we wish they'd go away!"

"We're not and you can't make us" shot back Tommy. Then they started
sniggering again and trading punches. Immature brats.

"So you're Jeff" said Isabelle with some interest.

"That's what they call me, so I guess you're the big winner." Then Constance
and Isabelle started giggling. Damn! Some more color flooded Jeff's face.
Which would put it pretty close to lobster red.

"What have you been telling your GIRL friends Todd?"

"Oh nothing" I managed, "Just that-"

Jeff glanced over at Constance and went, "Your boy friend didn't used to be
interested in girls, you know that? He ever tell you about that?... Todd,
you ever mention that to them?"

"Mention what?" I suppose I sounded a bit nervous. Maybe it wasn't a good
idea for me to show up with my friends this way. Beneath the table Constance
gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

With a loud scrape Jeff moved his chair closer, leaned forward and... "You
want to tell them about last summer or you want me to, Todd? Go on. Tell
your GIRL friends what we did last summer."

"I don't think I like you very much" said Isabelle.

"And you're a little too young for me honey bunch, but did you know your
friend Todd likes getting it up his ass?" At least he said it quietly
though.

But all of us were quite shocked. Finally Constance came to my defense
though. "He does NOT!... Does he?"

"Took on seven of us one night." (SEVEN??? Son of a BI-) "Oh we kept him
real busy that night, but you just couldn't get enough, could you Todd? You
ever tell your GIRL friends about THAT?"

Tommy and Dorsey seemed suitably shocked (SEVEN?!!?) and sort of shrank
away. Didn't even want to look at me. And ISABELLE seemed very shocked as
well. Almost speechless in fact, but finally she managed, "No. You're just
making that up!"

"No I'm not honey bunch. Don't know if you knew this, but your friend Todd
just BEGGED me to do it. Until I started easing it in that first time, THEN
he changed his tune a little but-"

"I did not!" I interrupted.

"You want me to do it again? In front of your friends here? I'll do it Todd.
Next time you want to see me, you better NOT have any of your little GIRL
friends along, because I'll make sure they watch. You got that Todd?"

I just looked at him.

"I asked you a question Todd."

"I didn't do ANYTH-"

"Fine. Suit yourself. But just remember what I said. Next time you call me
up Todd, you better be by yourself! If I even SEE you again, you had better
be by yourself, OK? ... Just remember that" and with that he snorted
derisively, gave all of us one more hard look ("teach them to talk about ME
behind my back, yeah, well, that ought to teach 'em all righty") turned and
stalked out the door into the night.

"Well at least now I know how many there were" I said shakily.

"I think Spring break would be a good time" mused Isabelle.

"Yeah, but we probably need to do it outdoors somewhere" added Constance,
"it might make too much noise if we do it a room. ... What do you think
about it Todd?"

"We can always gag him" I replied sulkily.

And behind me Dorsey went, "SEVEN??!!? You've been bad Todd. And we know all
about your GIRL friend too. She's a he. And we're going to punish both of
you soon as we get back to our room. Ain't that right Isabelle?"

Isabelle was thinking about something else though. "I think I'm going to
take my panties off before we leave. I just wanna know what it feels like,
that's all."

"It feels breezy" advised Constance.

"Good" said Isabelle.

Feeling better at the prospect of being punished I added, "So I hope you're
going to take them off in the bathroom."

"Well of course. What kind of girl do you take me for?"

"Oh, you know."

"WELL!" exclaimed Isabelle, and she flounced off. And almost forgot and went
into the men's room. Either way could've been interesting. (But actually it
was uneventful. At least until the wind caught her skirt on the way back.
Fortunately there were no car wrecks as a result of that though so
overall... shit. I might try that myself some night. Just for the hell of
it.) (Maybe.)

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And really there's not much else to report on our Christmas vacation trip to
Bloomington. I mean once back in our room Dorsey pushed me down on my knees
with my face on the bed, unsnapped my jeans, zipped them down and felt
around inside my shorts. "Yeah, you want me to do it, don't you? I can tell,
you're hard as a brick. You want me to shove my big dick up your ass, don't
you? Say it! Say you want it up your ass in front of everybody Todd. Say
it!"

"It ain't all that big" I said in a muffled tone of voice.

"Yeah, well it's bigger than yours and it's going right up-"

"Well just don't do it HERE, OK? Not in front of EVERYbody, please don't-
UMPTH!"

(Because all at once he jerked my jeans and shorts down to my knees and
started poking two greasy fingers into my hole. So that explains "UMPTH!")

"Not EVERYbody's gonna be watching us because your GIRL friend's gonna be
getting it right beside you. Whatcha think about THAT Todd? Wanna take a
good look at your "girl" friend?"

So I did. SEXY. He was on his knees with his chest across the bed right
beside me. Minus his purple skirt and it sure looked like Tommy was going to
fuck his ass good. "No don't!" he begged.

"Just shut up!" yelled Isabelle and with that he bounced onto the bed,
yanked his skirt off, pulled poor Constance's head up and told him to start
sucking. Some girl friend HE turned out to be! (But it worked out OK because
after about a minute he decided I would be the one to finish him off. And he
looked very sexy as well. There's something about a boy wearing a red short
sleeved bare-midriff blouse and nothing else that turns me on to no end.

But anyway, after that we all tried to get into the shower at once; sort of
like phone booth stuffing, heard that once was a fad; but it didn't work all
that well. But. Once cleaned up, we cuddled and plotted (Jeff, remember)
then we wrestled, then we raped both the twins. Me and Constantine did. Then
we showered again. Then we cuddled and plotted some more, then we REALLY
worked poor Isac over. All four of us. One right after another. He got real
squishy. I should know, because I got last.

But EVERYbody sleeping in one bed just wasn't going to work. We could all
get IN, but SLEEPING... no. Not possible. So we cut cards to figure out who
went where and I ended up with Isac. The other three had the other bed. I
was hoping to draw Constantin, but oh what the hell, Isac was nice too. And
we plotted some more. And finally we blissfully went to sleep. Really, it
was a very nice trip.

But we would be back. That was a promise.



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