Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2008 19:26:45 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin-Chapter 17

This here chapter is intended for mature audiences only. There might
not be quite as much happening in this chapter as in some earlier ones
(you know, stuff that only mature people can read about) but things do
happen and by the end of the chapter there seems to be some
possibility that even more things of that nature might soon take
place. So you have been warned, OK?


                             Constantin
                             chapter 17


The last chapter came to a close on Monday morning, March 27th, where
I reported myself feeling better about things when much to my surprise
all the active members of our club showed up at school with buzz cuts
matching MY new style. This made me feel really good. And the day had
only just begun. Even if you SHOULDN'T get too far ahead on this.
Things did happen that afternoon at the Kelly's, interesting things,
but... as I've just now implied, actual sex still seemed to be a ways
off.

But before getting to that, I would like to review the Easter weekend,
which basically sucked. So my review will be fairly brief, but before
even getting to THAT, I would very much like to clear up a possible
point of concern from the last chapter: No actual chickens were killed
when the chicken house was blown up. Had there BEEN any chickens
around that day, there probably would have been chicken nuggets all
OVER the place, but the Kellys weren't into raising chickens. So there
WEREN'T any.

And blowing them up is not the most efficient way of making McNuggets
anyway. So there.

I thought Saturday would never end. I was up early (WAY early) and
helped my father break the ground for a backyard garden. And here I
was hoping he'd given up on that idea. Because guess who got to do the
hoeing and weeding? And this on top of that summer job I would be
getting. Needless to say, hearing him talk about how busy I was going
to be this summer, how it was time I learned some responsibility and I
was GOING to, one way or another... how I managed not to talk back
I'll never know.

I didn't even talk back when after lunch (while HE took a nap) I was
sent to my room to get rid of all my shorts. That's right, wearing
basketball shorts or cutoffs was now considered indecent. I never
thought there was anything particularly SEXY about my legs, but hey,
you never can tell. JESUS! Oh, and all my indecent tee shirts.
Although at least short sleeved shirts weren't thought to be immodest
(on a man they're weren't, but for a lady... they were) BUT I had to
get rid of my Led Zep shirt. And gone was my Stones shirt. Not to
mention my Budweiser shirt. That one went in the trash, but the rest
went to Goodwill. Which really makes a lot of sense. My indecent
clothing was going to Goodwill so someone ELSE could be sinful.

But somehow I managed to keep my mouth shut. I steamed and fumed
and... well, you don't even want to know what I THOUGHT, but at last
Saturday was over. A day I USED to look forward to.

Sunday morning. EASTER morning. Yippee! Sunday School! But I managed
to keep my mouth shut. And at least there's ONE good thing about
Sunday, you don't work that day. But sitting with my folks in church
that morning I sure was in a bad mood. "God had a plan of redemption!"
And I think to myself, Oh really? Then why did he wait 4,000 years to
put that plan into action?" (You do know the Creation is only about
6,000 years old, right?) "But let me get this straight. First God
decides burnt offerings are no longer enough for redemption. Even
though that's what he told the Jews to do. But apparently His plan
wasn't working. So he sent his only begotten Son (who wasn't really
mentioned in the Old Testament) so the Jews could be saved. Only God
already knew the Jews would reject him. But that was just part of His
Divine plan to save the Gentiles. But what about the FIRST 4,000
years? Just how many Gentiles do you figure ended up in Hell because
of THAT? You think that's FAIR?"... Oh, I was in a DEFIANT mood. Blame
me? So far that redemption plan had cost me my freedom, the TV, most
of my cool tee shirts... well, you know... but I could still THINK and
nothing was going to change that.

Although I'll admit Sunday evening evangelistic service wasn't all
that awful because my folks let me sit with the Kelly kids. We didn't
cut up, of course, in fact I even sang along with the hymns that
night. Because the Kellys did. Reluctantly at first, but after awhile
JOYFULLY. Because up until you got to the altar call songs it was a
joyful noise. Nobody said you had to pay any attention to the words,
it's better if you don't, but before long it was fun! So I was making
the best of the way things were. If I could actually join in and enjoy
myself, don't you think that would make my parents more inclined to
let me CONTINUE sitting with the Kellys? I had sometimes gone to
church with Constantin, because if he had to endure it, I'd endure
with him. Constantin was living a double life because he had to,
certainly I was and as for the Kellys... well, they were too. But
aside from cussing, watching MTV, making bombs and apparently running
around naked, what other secret activities were they engaged in?

Hard to tell really, and possibly there wasn't going to be all that
much more (that I'd find myself terribly interested in), soo... I
guessed I was ready to share some casual nudity with them. I came to
that conclusion not long before the end of church Sunday night when
Noah nudged me and pointed over at Jacob. Well, he pointed at Jacob's
lap actually. (And this was while all the saved were up front doing
their thing again, by the way.) But OK, I glanced over and... you
guessed it, Jacob had raised a tent. Hmmm. Yeah, I was ready fo some
nudity now. Didn't look huge, about average I was guessing (for a
fourteen-year-old)... but then that matched my age, and... yeah, I was
ready all right. I was thinking to myself, "Let's GO for it!"

And then I popped one too. Damn. I wonder why? But I handled it pretty
good I think. "Shit!", I whispered, "It's contagious!"

Jacob and Noah sniggered (quietly) and then Jacob offered, "Well, at
least it's a good way to pass time, right?" I like this dude.

"Yeah, but what if it's stuck?" I wondered.

Jacob shrugged.

And I left church with my hand in my pocket that night. As did Jacob.

I might not have been able to listen to rock & roll in my room any
more, but I could still whack off and that night in bed as I reveled
in how smooth I felt down there and how in all probability the Kelly
boys would soon be seeing me in that state, I had a really nice one.

And while in the shower Monday morning I whacked off again. And then I
paid a visit to the boy's room at lunch that day, and did it AGAIN.
Although this time I was getting off on how everybody in the club had
gotten hair cuts like mine. Sheared like sheep we were, but they'd
done it just to make me feel better... and to think, none of us had
any pubes EITHER... so I thought about that and got a case of the warm
and fuzzies and had another good one.

And then I asked to be excused shortly before the end of last period
and did it one MORE time just for good measure. Well see, what I was
thinking was, IF we were to end up naked that afternoon, I DIDN'T want
to pop one. I wanted to look like it was no big deal to me. So having
done it three times already that day, including just before leaving,
it seemed very much more likely that I wouldn't, that's all. You
always need to think ahead and every now and then I actually DID do
that.

At first though it seemed like I needn't have bothered. Not that I've
ever really looked at jerking off like it was some sort of chore that
just had to be done, I mean I definitely got something out of it, even
on take three, but then that last time I was imagining what I thought
was about to happen and at first it didn't seem like anything all that
interesting was going to happen after all.

We played basketball. They had a hoop over the garage door. So anyway,
it was Jacob and Tommy against me and Noah. None of us were all that
great, but oh well, we were getting some good exercise, I guessed, and
maybe once we managed to get hot and sweaty we'd just quit and go
inside and get comfortable. Possibly. Not that I was going to SUGGEST
it... well, OK, maybe I'd drop a hint... if I could think of one...

... And then Noah said, "Shit. It's hot. I'm taking my shirt off." And
it was still fairly warm. Close to eighty in fact.

So OK, everybody decided that was a good idea. And Tommy decided while
he was at it, he'd just get down to his shorts. (!!)

Well, not exactly. (In reference to "!!") IU basketball shorts that
came down to just below his knees. So that didn't seem particularly
daring. And at that point neither Jacob of Noah decided to get down to
THEIR shorts. (I could already tell THEY were wearing boxers again. As
was I. My blue ones.)

But it did feel good to be shirtless and we resumed the game. I don't
know what the score was, in fact, I don't even think we were keeping
score, we were just playing for the hell of it. And we continued doing
that for about ten minutes or so. I was getting bored. And I had also
reached the conclusion that I probably wouldn't suggest anything at
all. But then, just as Tommy dribbled clumsily in for a layup, Jacob
grabbed the back of his shorts and yanked them down. And oh my! He
didn't have anything on underneath!

Well, yes and no. Which again is in reference to my previous
exclamatory statement, because he  quickly pulled them back up. But
for such a little kid he really did have a nice behind. It was very
white too. Obviously squeezably soft and I knew I would enjoy brushing
up against it... but he jerked them back up and said to Jacob, "Hey!
You're supposed to be on MY team!"

Jacob shrugged and said, "So?"

"So I got fouled and I'm shooting a free throw." We hadn't shot any
free throws prior to that and I think if somebody on your own team
fouls you, it's NOT a foul, but nobody argued the point.

So, bounce bounce bounce... "So will you shoot, already?" asked Noah,
and, "OK, OK," replied Tommy and with that he sighted, took a deep
breath and Noah yanked his shorts down to his ankles. Whoa! Well I
don't know, I guess you could say that his little dick sort of grew on
me. No pun intended.

Well OK, maybe just a little one then.

Oh, shit. Now I'm STUCK on puns, unintended or otherwise, but really,
it was just sticking straight out. Only that might have been it's
natural state. Because his balls hadn't dropped yet, so they sort of
pushed it out that way. And being generous, I'll give him an inch and
a half.

Seemingly unconcerned about his shorts being down at his shoes, he
heaved the ball goalward. And he really had to HEAVE it with both
hands and he sort of lurched forward, stumbled a bit and... "Shit, I
get another shot because you made me miss," he said. Without bothering
to mention why, in FACT... he just stepped out of them. With a
somewhat devious look, I think. And NOW I guess I'd have to give him
about an inch and three-quarters. (???) Hey, it really WAS growing on
me! Well, on him then. But how interesting!

And I believe straight out and an inch and three-quarters was all he
could achieve at that point. And for that matter, at any OTHER point.
That was IT. (Unfortunately, when mine was that small I never got
around to measuring it. Although I think at age eleven mine was bigger
than that.)

Maybe it was two inches. That seems reasonable.

But meanwhile, back in the driveway, Jacob said, "Hey. You guys
wanna?" Damn. That sure was quick.

"Do I wanna what?" I asked innocently.

Noah went, "Play naked. Ever do that before?"

So I just looked at him. Briefly. It didn't seem like he was trying
awfully hard to disguise his anticipation. Then I glanced at Jacob.
And he seemed to be fairly interested as well. In fact it looked like
he was pitching another tent. And it sure didn't take no genius to
figure out that their primary interest was me. I had been thrown into
a pack of curious PREACHER'S kids! I just hope my old man is
satisfied. I mean, what was I going to DO?

I shrugged. "Well, if everybody else wants to, I guess so."

Yeah, they'd caught a new one all right. And to make sure I didn't
chicken out, they quickly sat down and started undressing. As Noah was
studiously working on getting his shoes off he repeated, "So I
mean...you ever do this before? ... It's kind of fun though."

So he didn't figure I had apparently. And really, I hadn't. Play
basketball naked. Or pretend. That was a new one on me.

"No, I can't say that I ever have, but I guess it DOES sound like
fun." I unfastened the waist of my jeans, paused (right, I got to get
my shoes off first as well) went ahead and unzipped, decided to just
leave things there for a moment, sat down and..."But like... well, you
better not laugh at me, OK? Because-"

"Laugh about what? Shit, you're probably bigger than I am down there
and I'm two years OLDER!" (Out of the corner of my eye I could see he
was by then pulling his pants off) "So nobody's-" (then he stood up
and down went his boxers) "-going to laugh-" Shit! I popped one again!
... You going to laugh about THAT?"

I finished kicking my shoes off and then glanced at his midsection. He
didn't seem to be terribly embarrassed, he was just standing there
with his skinny rod straight up in the air. For sixteen it did seem to
be awfully small at that. And skinny. About four inches. And he didn't
have much more hair than I...well, than I USED to have...

I pretended to ponder things briefly (you know, as to whether I was
going to laugh about him popping one), then I said, "Don't guess so.
Mine does that too. ... For no reason... just BOING... well, you
know... but..." (and I took a deep breath and then all in a rush
finished), "But I don't have any hair yet, OK?" (And then I looked
doubtful. While thinking that if I'd known he was going so unconcerned
about popping up hard I wouldn't have bothered with that last trip.)

"So? I didn't either when I was your age, so don't worry about it,
nobody's going to laugh."

Well Noah sure wasn't. He WASN'T much bigger down there than Tommy. It
did mostly hang down though. And his balls were starting to drop... I
guessed... but they were still small, but really, he was CUTE!
Possibly a little more baby fat than I'd previously guessed, a
somewhat deeply recessed belly button along with a slightly flabby
behind, but...

I sighed and stood up. "Well, OK then."

So we were all naked. Out there in the driveway. And I thought to
myself that I looked kind of neat down there. I guess because I'd
gotten used to my bush and now it wasn't there any more. So it still
looked unusual. AND paying close attention to it can cause it to act
up and.. well, I still wasn't sure I wanted it to do that, at least
maybe not right away, so...

"So? Are we gonna play any more basketball? I'll be on Tommy's side
this time, OK?" and then I glanced back at Noah and guess what, HIS
was.. what WAS this?

He giggled. "Well, I can't help it! Just like you guys."

Well, it wasn't exactly the same, but it definitely was lengthening.
Looked like it had just hit the two and a quarter mark. Or at least
close to that. And it was elevating. Yes! It looked very hard. You
could drive a nail with that thing. A thumb tack maybe? But it was so
CUTE! I mean WOW!

But anyway. We started playing basketball again. And there was a lot
of body contact. Some of it even seemed to be on purpose. And I didn't
initiate ANY of it, but I certainly reciprocated. I accidentally
grabbed Jacob's while trying to steal the ball from him and it jerked
a little. It was still hard as a rock. He looked quite startled and
said something like "WHOA!" but it wasn't like "whoa, stop", it was
like "Boy! That felt GOOD!" But then he sort of cautiously backed
away. Sure didn't act like he was upset about it, but... well I don't
know, like he was sort of trying to figure out what he was going to do
next, I guess.

And then about a minute later when I was trying to set a screen for
Tommy, Noah was trying to fight around it and I'll be damned if he
didn't grab mine!

"See? You got one, too," he reported. As though it hadn't been fairly
obvious already. I was an experienced sex fiend, I'd whacked off three
times that day, the last one not more than an hour before, and I'd
gone vertical again.

But it was just the briefest of grabs and then he was on the other
side of the driveway, from all appearances still much into the game.
The basketball game, I mean. And in fact HIS had gone down. Although I
still thought it was very cute wiggling around like it was.

Oh, and everybody said I had a really nice one. "Sure hope mine gets
to be that big" said Tommy. First time I'd ever gotten a compliment
like that. About 5 1/2 inches isn't likely to be the envy of the
locker room you know, so I found that to be very gratifying.

I guess it was a good idea to jerk off three different times that day
though. Because when Tommy jumped on my back and I grabbed his ass
(you know, trying to dislodge him) I actually experienced a little
preliminary-type squirt. Which no one noticed, but had I NOT jerked
off a little over an hour before, I'm sure it WOULD have been noticed,
because it definitely would have been a lot more than a little squirt.
His ass was every bit as soft as it looked. And very pliable. And that
stiff little nub of his poking in the middle of my back... was an
interesting sensation.

After awhile I also got the distinct impression that both Jacob and
Noah were in what for them was mostly unexplored territory. Running
around naked was one thing, those wonderful electric shocks were
something else entirely. Neither seemed inclined to call a stop to the
game and no one suggested that maybe it would be a good idea if we
were to get dressed again. In fact, by around 5:45, when it finally
WAS time to get dressed (because their mom would be home before long),
they seemed very anxious to know if we'd do it again. Like tomorrow,
for instance. And Jacob without exactly saying as much was wanting to
make sure I wasn't freaked out or anything.

But then it also seemed possible they were leading me on thinking that
I was the one in virgin territory. So if that was how it was, then
exactly where did they want this to end up? I had no idea. Obviously
not, if I wasn't even sure who was leading on who...

But the more I thought about it that night the more certain I was THEY
were the ones doing something naughty (that would be how they were
looking at it in all probability), sooo... where would I lead THEM,
then? I wasn't sure about that, either. I was playing it all by ear,
mostly.

I mean, just think about it. That first time with Constantin? You
know, when he started out by asking if I could help him get to the
bathroom. IF all we were ever going to do was jerk each other off,
that and nothing more, I still would have felt like I'd died and gone
to heaven. Shit, I would felt that way even if it was going to be him
doing himself and me doing likewise - well, you know, as long as I
could WATCH him doing it... I would have settled for it in a
heartbeat.

So I guessed as far as the preacher's kids were concerned... well, we'd see.

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The thing about my old man putting his foot down and saying who I
could and couldn't be friends with and how I wasn't going to be
spending nights with Constantin anymore because I needed to find some
other friends, is that I overreacted to all that entirely. After
school was out now and that was when our club meetings took place, the
really good ones, and I REALLY missed spending nights with Constantin,
BUT... I still could be friends with who I pleased because my father
didn't know one damn thing about what I did in school. And because
they still had to leave for work right after seven, and because now I
had to be up and ready to go because of that morning devotions deal,
well actually that left me with more than an hour that I could spend
over at Constantin's before school. And since it was just me and him,
well damn! That was wa-ay cool.

Especially Tuesday morning when he was still in bed. I got over there
and his mom was just leaving. She said, "Constantin's still in bed. So
go see if you can get his lazy little butt out, OK?"

So I said sure, no problem and then I RAN up those stairs, opened his
door, YANKED my clothes off and jumped into bed beside him. Ahhh!
Bliss! I LOVE snuggling up to him. And when he popped his eyes open
and saw who was in bed with him, why he wasn't one bit grouchy, not at
ALL!

"Shit" I said. "You still sleeping naked?"

"You want me to put something on?"

"Uh uh."

So anyway, we snuggled for oh... about thirty minutes, I guess. That
felt so GOOD... I just about didn't want to do anything else. But
anyway, him just opting for a Coke for breakfast or not, eventually it
was time to get ready for school. So I ended up taking two showers
that morning, one alone and the other with Constantin. But then I
don't guess I need to tell you which one I enjoyed the most.

Really. Some days weren't all that bad.



And I hope this chapter wasn't all that bad as well. As always, I love
hearing from people who are reading this and for the most part
enjoying it. It makes me feel all good inside. The people who read a
chapter or so and decided they HATED the story, well, I haven't heard
from them. And I would like to thank those people for not upsetting
me. But anyway, drop me a line when you get the chance. I promise to
answer soon as I can. And take care.


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