Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2008 12:56:55 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin-chapter 18

This story is intended for mature audiences only. And beyond that, it
is not intended for anyone who would be offended by material of this
nature (and you should be able surmise the exact nature of the
material I'm making reference to by making note of exactly where this
story is posted) but...

Well OK, I also do not want anyone who can't read to read- (????) Never mind.

But anyway, the rest of you can stay. OK?


                             Constantin
                             chapter 18

Tuesday, March 28th was the warmest it had gotten that year, almost to
the point of being downright hot. Mid 80s. It couldn't possibly last
(and it didn't), but oh what a day to play basketball in the
all-together! Except for our shoes and socks of course. I mean, lets
not get ridiculous here.

There was little foreplay this time: in fact Noah started undressing
soon as we left the city limits and in no time at all he was pulling
his shoes back on. He said it felt really neat and he'd always wanted
to do that. And then he wondered if I might like to give it a try
myself. Tommy had his nose pressed up against the back window peering
in, (and he looked both shocked and envious) and Jacob looked a bit
shocked as well, saying stuff like, "Geez! I can't believe you guys!"
(By then I was already down to my boxers. And soon enough, they were
gone as well.)

And it DID feel kind of neat. Neither of us had even a hint of an
erection, I was way too scared for that, but it was interesting all
the same. It wasn't possible for us not to be pressed right together
with three of us all in the front seat, but for the most part I just
stared anxiously ahead and reminded Jacob not to drive too fast. This
was no time to attract the attention of a county mountie, that much
was for SURE!

So why did I do it, then? Don't know, just wondered what it would feel
like, that's all.

Well, fine, then. I did it because Noah did. And I didn't want to
discourage such behaviour on his part in the future, although once we
safely reached their house (whew!) I did mention that maybe we
shouldn't do something like THAT again. (And we didn't, but then Jacob
decided HE wanted to know what it was like Thursday afternoon,
sooo...)

But once was enough for him as well. And I should think so. Driving
down the road starkers with a raging hard-on (and this with a 12 and a
14-year-old sitting in close proximity, both sporting tent-like
formations) could raise questions. For all of us. My stomach was
upset.

Tommy while in transit kept his clothes attached at all times,
although there were some occasional "Hey, LOOK!"s directed our way and
then we would discover that he'd pulled everything down. But not
completely off. And once we'd looked and yelled at him or whatever,
he'd quickly jerk everything back up. Taking your clothes off in the
back of
moving pickup could easily result in a gust of wind depositing them
out in the middle of the road or worse, so really that was good
thinking on his part.

But let's get back to Tuesday, March 28th for awhile, OK? It was a
very interesting day, very much so indeed. Even if you STILL shouldn't
be getting too far ahead of me on all this. Although on the OTHER
hand... well, we'll see. You just can't ever tell about this.

No sooner had we at last reached our destination that day than
everybody was piling out, Noah and I with nervous giggles (I mean
really, WHEW!!) and Jacob and Tommy with their "You guys are dumb as
SHIT!" remarks. But they were at that moment hurriedly getting out of
THEIR clothes. And I could not help but notice that, once again, Jacob
had a raging hard-on. Which did start to raise some questions in my
mind, almost before I even got over my light-headedness. First time
you get naked and everybody else is, popping one might be excusable.
It can happen. I'm sure many people WOULDN'T excuse it... but never
mind them. We're not worried about those other damn people, anyway. So
OK, then. SECOND time and you're still hard as a brick, well, you can
hardly blame that on the novelty of the situation, now can you? No, at
this point you would have to start wondering.

Not that I was one to talk, of course. Not when just as soon as I
started wondering, whoops, there I went too. And then there went Noah,
so OK, it didn't seem likely anybody was going to be making any
remarks about anybody else.

"Looks like we LIKE playing basketball without our clothes on," I offered.

"Well, I sure do," replied Noah and he started dribbling about while
admiring himself. And then he'd glance over at me. Which didn't do my
boner a whole lot of good, not if the idea was having it go back down.

Jacob said something like, "Um," I think. And he was blushing. So no,
that wasn't going to help EITHER. Something was afoot here.

We did have to keep up appearances, though, so for awhile we really
acted like we were playing basketball. We were keeping score and
everything. For at least ten minutes we were. And for some reason
everybody except Tommy seemed to be taking great care not to bump into
anyone else. This was almost getting boring.

But it really was hot out there. None of us had adjusted to
summer-like heat, so it wasn't long until all of us were looking for
an excuse to do... well, to do something else, but I don't think
anyone had quite gotten up the nerve. And beyond that, no one had even
figured out what the next move was going to BE. Me, I was open to
suggestions, but I was still playing it by ear. So after about ten
minutes it was beginning to look like nothing at all was going to take
place that afternoon. Our enthusiasm was waning fast, our dicks were
by then merely flopping disinterestedly around... and OK, in a way
that was sort of interesting since I'd not seen Jacob's soft prior to
then, and for a sixteen-year-old it seemed awfully small, cute in a
way, but...

But then Tommy got things on track again. It didn't seem like it at
the time, but that's how it worked out anyway. He said, "Shit. It's
too hot. Why don't we just go inside? ... We don't have to get dressed
or anything, but you wanna go inside? It's HOT out here!"

Yeah, that seemed like a good idea. And so we silently gathered up our
clothes and wandered inside. "It really IS hot," Jacob finally
offered, "How hot do you think it is? I have no idea," and I was just
about to give him the weather report when he added, "I'm going to take
a shower, OK? I won't be long and nobody has to get dressed yet cause
we got a lot of time still, but I'll be right back, OK?" and with that
he started up the stairs.

"Yeah, well, I got second," said Noah quickly and with that HE headed
for the refrigerator. "You guys want a Coke?"

"Yeah," I said. Tommy looked at me innocently and said, "So we'll go
last, OK?" and then before I could get out "WE??" he yelled, "Yeah, I
want one, too."

WE??? And I was trying to figure out exactly what I thought about that
idea. I wasn't sure. In fact I wasn't even sure if he said what I
THOUGHT he said.

"It sure is hot today, isn't it?" He looked so guileless, so innocent,
so... "I mean, you can get in first, then I will, OK?"... So...umm,
what's a good word for 'misinterpreted'?

Misinterpreted will probably do perfectly well under the
circumstances. And to be honest about it all, I gave a quick inward
sigh of relief.

But anyway, Jacob was in and out quickly. Noah took even less time. No
one came back downstairs with a hard-on. So I shrugged and Tommy said,
"So I'll go up and show you where everything is."

Which sounded reasonable enough. Nor was I all that concerned when he
decided to wait just outside while I was in the shower. He could just
run his mouth, what the heck.

So I had just got the water right when... oh, you guessed already. I'm
not sure how you could have arrived at any other conclusion, since
after all, showers when taken alone are usually humdrum experiences,
but when all at once I heard the door open and then, "Hey, move over"
my eyes popped open and I was startled. Not to mention nonplussed.
Definitely. Well, I was washing my face and I didn't want to get soap
in my eyes, OK? I mean that's why I had my eyes shut.

At least I didn't, though. Get soap in my eyes. And I also didn't
immediately pop wood, because right then and there, no, I said... well
shit. I'm really not sure WHAT I said. Something like, "Wh- What are
you doing... here?"

Apparently something like that because he then explained, "We'll save
time this way."

"Yeah, well-"

"You want me to wash your hair? ... Then you wash mine, OK?"

"No it is NOT OK," I did not say (surprised you, didn't I?) No, I
blushed and stammered uncertainly, "Yeah, I guess..." and then I
trailed off.

Because, worldly wise or not, I'd never had an eleven-year-old boy in
the shower with me before. And I had no idea what to DO with him.
Seriously, his two older brothers were downstairs. And while they were
curious and liked being exhibitionists, or at least SOMETHING, me
doing the dirty deed with their little brother (whatever THAT might
be) didn't seem like a good idea. So, to say the least, I felt a bit
uncomfortable and I didn't think I was ever going to trust that boy
again. Guileless my foot! What in the HELL-

But not to worry, nothing happened. Or at least not a whole lot,
although not surprisingly my dick started up again, that was
unavoidable. Because it was a tight squeeze in there. And he was soft
and cuddly and he decided to scrub my back while he was at it (I
really didn't much hair to wash anyway).. and he ALSO decided to wash
my butt and so I... (sob) washed his too. But I didn't goose him. I
was a bit uptight about that and was fairly sure he had no idea
exactly what he was doing when he playfully stuck his finger up into
MY hole. Just about made me jump a foot when he did that and I gasped.

But anyway, I guess he surmised I was a little uptight about it and
decided, "Well, maybe later, after he's calmed down some. We're making
progress, but let's not rush things." Or maybe he wasn't quite that
devious. Even if he most certainly was a least a little, I can assure
you of THAT, but possibly it was just, "OK, at LEAST I got him in the
shower with me so maybe we'll do... SOMETHING... later. Next day or
so."

I have no IDEA what he was thinking, but he did seem to be optimistic.
And still rather cheerful. "That was kind of fun, wasn't it?" he asked
as he busily toweled himself off. I don't think I can recall ever
seeing him when it WASN'T pointing straight out, it seemed his natural
state. Although at less than two inches it was hard to tell at a
glance if he was stiff or not. But I'm pretty sure he was at that
moment.

At last we made our way downstairs, though. And I really, REALLY
didn't do anything else to him prior to that. And he didn't do
anything else to me, either. He slid down the bannister with his wet
towel beneath him. What? You think he was going to slide down
bare-assed?... And me, I followed sheepishly behind with MY towel
wrapped around my middle. Although there still was that tent formation
in front, the damn thing had gotten stuck on me again.

But, oh well, I quickly noticed that Jacob's and Noah's had gone up
again as well. I had no idea why, but they had, so maybe no one would
wonder why mine was up. Although I was still trying to think of a good
excuse just in case. The BEST one being, "You know what? Your little
brother is downright fucking EVIL!"

They glanced up as I cautiously looked around the room for a
relatively inconspicuous place to sit, both cleared their throats and
then Noah said, "Hey Todd? Can we ask you a question?... Me and Jacob
want to ask you a question, OK?"

And I thought to myself, "Oh fuck. How did they find out? Who ELSE
knows? And what are they going to say about me and Tom-"

"I mean, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but we'll tell
you," continued Jacob, "but uh... well, if you don't mind saying...
well, umm, how big is yours?"

(Whew!)... "Umm... well... umm... 5 1/2 inches. ... I think..."

I haven't mentioned this before, but mine has a slight bow. Not as
pronounced as Isac's, but it does curve inward a little and we didn't
have a cloth ruler at our house. And so only having a standard wooden
ruler, I'd been making an educated guess. And you know how it is,
sometimes it would be bigger than at other times. But catching it at
its optimum length had always been a bit problematic because that was
when it was about to blow. Which isn't the best time to be scientific
about it. Not exactly.

Excitedly Noah asked, "You want to measure now?"

"... Well, umm, well I-"

Jacob interrupted, "We just measured ours, but you can too if you want
to, so you want to find out for sure?" and with that he brandished
a... cloth ruler. So at last I was going to find out. Depending on
what mood it was in. Maybe I'd UNDERestimated it.

Although it seemed more likely that I'd done nothing of the sort. But
that was OK, it was still bigger than theirs, and if I was going to be
able to measure... "What? You measure mine, I measure yours?" I wanted
to make sure I had this straight. Because that would necessitate
holding the cloth ruler right up against their dicks and you had to
make sure it was exactly in the right place... ("Steady now... damn! I
think I'll have to do it again! Now hold STILL!")... and I guessed
that to get it EXACTLY right I'd have to... well, you know, HOLD it...
Well, all right, then. I guessed I'd give it a shot. All in the
interest of scientific inquiry. And when it was my time to be
measured, well OK, I might lose a sixteenth of an inch, but it sure
would FEEL good, so-

"We'll do it this way," Jacob continued, apparently feeling like I
wasn't quite convinced, "Everybody will measure everybody else. Three
different measurements. Then we'll average them out and that way we'll
know for sure. So what do you think?"

Oh. Get felt up THREE times. Well! So I said OK.

And so we finally arrived at this conclusion after exhaustive and very
precise measurements, Tommy: 1 7/16 inches. He said he knew that
already. All I know, it was little. But definitely hard. Noah: I
underestimated. It was almost exacty 2 1/2. Which is still small. But
it was hard to keep the thing completely still. It kept wanting to
jerk ever so slightly. Not the major JERKING, I was almost positive
he'd yet to experience THAT, it was sort of like a tremor, you know?
(Tommy's didn't do that, by the way.) And for some reason Noah's
seemed to radiate more heat than... well, anyone else's... or maybe
not, but it SEEMED that way and it was hard as a rock. Jacob: 4 1/8
inches. And his wanted to jump every single TIME-

"Will you keep that thing STILL?"

"I- can't- help it!" he giggled, somewhat breathlessly.

Well, it certainly was small for a sixteen-year-old, but I did notice
a teeny weeny drop of clear fluid on take four, so at least there was
hope.

And I came to 4 7/8 inches. WHAT?!!? "Measure it again. I KNOW that's
not right. It CAN'T be right! Why-"

"Well, YOU hold still, damn it!" That was Jacob speaking.

"Well I'll try, but measure it again."

And so we finally arrived at 5 1/4. Damn. I was getting worried there.
I mean four-anything is small, five-anything is... well, it's at least
bigger...even if I ended up SMALLER... but really, I could have
SWORN... well, all right! Five and a QUARTER. "But it's still
growing," I finally managed, defensively. "Yours will get a LOT
bigger, pretty soon, I bet" and then I glanced knowledgeably over at
Noah and added, "And you will, too. Pretty soon-"

"But Tommy's ain't NEVER going to get any bigger!" cut in Noah.

"Oh yeah? How much you wanna bet on that?"

"I just bet it won't, that's all. Because they had to cut most of
yours off right after you were born."

"That's not true and you know it. ... He's just messing with you,
Tommy." And that was Jacob again.

"I already knew that-"

Except Jacob wasn't finished. So he cut Tommy off with a shush and then...

And THEN things went from fun (even if I managed to lose 1/4 of an
inch in the process) to something else entirely.

Gesturing at my penis he asked, "Is that sperm?"

I- was- STUNNED! Late developer and of a Pentecostal background or
not, you can NOT be 16 and not know... that wasn't POSSIBLE!! ... Was
it?

No, he had to be pulling my leg. Had to be. But OK, I'd play along.
Maybe he was in the process of teaching his brothers about the
mysteries of sex. Although him using me as his teaching aid... well,
now, I wasn't so sure about THAT part... but still, up till a point I
guessed I might as well play along.

"No, it's not EXACTLY sperm, it's precum. It's like you're getting
ready to do it, that's all." Good. That was pretty good, I thought. I
glanced over at Noah and Tommy. And they WERE paying rapt attention,
so I added (sort of as a clincher), "And if you'll notice, Jacob's
doing it some, too." (Use ME as an object lesson... Well, just think
again buddy!)

"No I'm not. It just gets wet sometimes, but I can't produce any
sperm. At least not yet."

"Are you SERIOUS?!?" Really, I was ASTOUNDED! He really- didn't- KNOW?"

"Well, I didn't even start growing hair until about half a year ago,
you know, and I'm not really that big... in case you haven't noticed,
so-"

"Well, I could before-" (And I almost said, "before I even HAD any
hair," but I just happened to remember... and I sure as hell didn't
feel like explaining THAT, so I took a deep breath and continued),
"What I mean is, I can do it now. ... And so can you. Because-"

"Are you by any chance talking about... umm, masturbation?"

And so, of course, at THAT point Noah and Tommy were wanting to know
what "umm, masturbation" WAS, but we both shushed them with the old
"I'll tell you about it later" bit. Jacob seemed a bit uncomfortable,
so if it was left up to him I was fairly sure it would be a LOT later,
and if left up to me, a great deal sooner... BUT... let's get back to
Jacob for now.

While I sensed that his view of masturbation was somewhat less than
positive, his boner was telling me otherwise. In fact it was still
leaking. Ever so slightly, but it was, I could tell.

I took a deep breath. "Soo... you know what masturbation is, then."

"Sort of. It's... well, it's playing with yourself. And now that I
think about it-" (giggle) - "we were close to doing that just now, but
you see... well, the thing is, my parents always said... well, they
didn't really say much about it at all... but it was a filthy habit
and it would make you go insane and-"

"Insane. ... Yeah, I think that's what they believed... about a
hundred years ago they did, but... well, right now you don't believe
everything they taught you about religion, right? So... this going
insane shit is total absolute BULLSHIT, OK? Hardly ANYBODY believes
THAT now, not even fundamentalists... I mean, they've come up with a
bunch of OTHER bullshit reasons why you shouldn't and they want to
make you feel guilty as shit... but then you know all about fucking
guilt trips, so do you feel guilty about... well, about not believing
the World is only 6,000 years old?"

"No."

"Do you feel guilty about... well, about us running around naked?"

"Not TERRIBLY, no ... and I see what you're getting at, but... Well, I
don't know... it was also about saving yourself for marriage ... but
to be honest, right now I'm not interested in that EITHER, maybe later
I might, I'm not sure, but... well, let me explain something, all
right? Up until we moved stateside... about 5 months ago, we were in
Sri Lanka. Our folks were missionaries. So we were home-schooled until
we moved here. So if I seem to be a little dumb about some things like
sex, that's why, all right?"

I shrugged. "Well, I bet you know a lot about Sri Lanka, anyway."

He laughed. Good. He didn't seem to be as uptight now. "Yeah, I
probably know more about Sri Lanka than they wanted me to. I mean,
missionaries are always talking about native cultures, but the thing
is they want to remake those cultures to conform with OURS... and
we're getting off the subject, aren't we? So about- Well, I'll tell
you THIS much anyway... it's sort of funny if you think about it, my
parents were trying to convert THEM to Christianity? Well, by the time
we left I was thinking about becoming a Buddhist, myself. But... well,
ummm, well I want to know about... OK. At least I know that my being
wet... precum? ... Well, at least I knew I was getting CLOSE to being
able to... produce... I mean, you saying I can NOW?"

"Shit- YES! And it is the most AWESOME-" (and again I had to catch
myself as I was about to say something about how good it was until you
got to some OTHER things... but then I reminded myself that I
shouldn't rush, even if I'd caught some fairly encouraging signs (and
I bet you noticed them too, huh?) BUT I'd just wait.)- So I finished,
"I mean, the first time is... man, you're will not BE-LIEVE how good
it feels!"

And almost in unison the three Kellys went, "REALLY?"

Only then Jacob went, "Well, I'm sure you guys can't do it yet." ...
And then to me, "I mean, they still aren't able to, right?"

"Cum? No, just about bet on it. But feel AWESOME? ... Yep!"

"Show us how! Show us how!" And that was Noah and Tommy.

Because JACOB went, "Well, right after he shows me, OK?"

Right. O-KAY. "Well... ummm, well I COULD just do myself and you guys
would just do what I do... but the first time it might be better if
I... well, I don't want you to-"

"What?" interrupted Jacob with some impatience, "We already KNOW what
other people might think, even in school... I mean like if anybody
were to know we were measuring each other and shit? ... Well, they'd
probably think we were... like, gay or something... but we don't GIVE
a shit about that, do we guys?" (And the other two very quickly agreed
that they did NOT give a shit, not at ALL) sooo...

So I allowed as how it would probably be better if I were to do them
myself. Seeing as how it was their first time and all. Even if I was
still wondering about doing Tommy. Not that I was OBJECTING to the
idea, but it was just so TINY... but, oh, what the hell, it would
probably work out perfectly well. Which it did, but I'm getting a
little ahead of myself again, since Jacob was first.

Although before GETTING to Jacob I will mention this: they all agreed
it would only be fair if after I was finished with them, they should
likewise do me. They could have easily enough said that it was only to
see if they'd mastered the proper way of doing it, but they didn't,
no, it was simply that they WANTED to. So things seemed to be shaping
up far beyond anything I had hoped for that first night in church when
I decided they might make good allies. I was still going to proceed
with great caution, quite possibly with TOO much (as far as taking
their education further was concerned) but I still could be with
Constantin often enough, and with the others often enough, so the way
I looked at it, I was playing on house money. So what the fuck.

But damn! Seeing Jacob's reaction, shit, it was almost as good for me
as it was for him. First time is always great. Even if MY first
orgasm... (maybe I shouldn't mention this. But I've certainly moved
way past that, so..)

So MY first orgasm (shortly before my 12th birthday) came as the
result of my wondering what it would feel like if I were to stick it
into the hose of our vacuum cleaner. BRRRTTT. I quickly ascertained
two very important things. One: It felt good. And it kept feeling
better and better. And two: That vacuum cleaner sure did have a
powerful suction. And getting your balls sucked into the hose is NOT a
good feeling. So on my SECOND try (the first was aborted due to a
somewhat more pressing concern) I kept one hand OVER my poor little
balls... and that worked out a lot better.

But about Jacob. He moaned. He squirmed. He gasped. Oh, the ECSTASY!
How could ANYTHING feel so GOOD??!!? And it just kept BUILDING! I
know, it really is an awesome feeling. God, if you could somehow be
hypnotized so you could re-experience that first time, that feeling
that was like nothing you even IMAGINED... would you ever want to be
UNhypnotized? A sobering thought, actually, because while it WOULD put
and end to war, it would also put an end to most human productivity
which really does serve a purpose, like survival for instance. ... And
besides, I don't think you could just keep feeling better and better
and BETTER but for so long anyway, past a certain point you'd fry your
circuits for SURE...

DEFINITELY. It wasn't long until he was whimpering (but it was a very
HAPPY sound) and then he tensed up and he yelled, "Ohhh.. SHIT! HOLY
FUCKING-" Kablewy. I'm not sure if I ever SAW anybody spurt that many
times. I mean it was FUCK-ing SPECTACULAR! AWESOME!

And Noah thought it was really great as well. But as for TOMMY...
damn. When it hit HIM, he passed OUT! Which for about 30 seconds had
everybody a little concerned... "Tommy! Tommy! You OK man? Really, are
you all right?"... and then his eyes fluttered open, he sighed and
finally managed, "Oh- my- God. Oh- MA--AN! Oh-"

So yeah, he liked it lot too.

Oh, and them doing me was... well, it was a lot better than them NOT
doing me. Really, it was nice.

And that pretty much brings us to the end of this chapter. Although in
tying up loose ends, I would imagine the events of Tuesday afternoon,
March 28th would throw some light on exactly why Jacob was so damn
horny Thursday afternoon when he decided to strip naked while driving
home. Although at least he pulled to a stop before getting undressed.
Only we were about two blocks from the school! So THAT should throw
some further light on why I had a slightly upset stomach that
afternoon as well.

Even if that really wasn't the only reason. Because to tell you the
truth, that afternoon I wasn't sure if I even WANTED to get naked
around them. If you will check back, you will notice that my stupid id
still seemed to be up to it, but the rest of me was a bit
apprehensive. But as for why I was feeling that way... well, I guess I
can get to that in the next chapter.

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Well, I guess that WAS a bit of a downer, ending the chapter the way I
did, so while I really don't HAVE to do this, I will say that in the
end it all worked out fairly well. I guess I can go ahead and say that
because as you might have surmised, in the end this entire STORY will
work out decently well. Although I will mention that this doesn't
imply that everything came out the way I wanted it to on my journey to
somewhat-happily-ever-after, but with help from my friends I was
eventually able to make the best of things, no matter how bad it might
have looked at first. And that's really all you can do, you play the
cards you're dealt the best way you know how.



Oh, and once again, thanks for reading my story. As is always the
case, I hope you enjoyed it.

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