Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:22:50 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
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.

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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.

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