Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2007 08:59:42 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin-Part 2

Warning: Chapter one ended thusly:

He asked, "So I gotta ask you a question, OK? And really, it don't matter
to me if you are, but... are you gay?"

I was dumbfounded. I'm surprised I managed to say anything at all, but
finally I managed, "I'm not sure.  ...Maybe." Yep, I'd just outed myself
all right.

"Hey, Todd. Look at me, OK?" (That's my name, by the way. Todd. Guess I
never got around to mentioning that before.) "I don't CARE if you're gay.
Long as you don't care if I am. And as long as you can be quiet about it.
That's all. 'Cause you know WHY we got to be quiet, don't you?"

I almost started crying.


So it looks like there's a sexual situation developing here. Between two
14-year-old boys. Therefore, if legally you're not supposed to be reading
this, please don't.

So anyway...


                             Constantin
                            chapter two

I almost did. Start crying. But I didn't, because it didn't seem proper
for me to be doing that. I was looking at him sort of misty eyed though.
Like when you're watching some old tear-jerker movie and when the crying
violins cue up, you're not SUPPOSED to get all emotional, but you can't
help it. Even if up till then the movie mostly sucked, still all at once
you're having to hold it in. And you're afraid to say anything because
your voice will give you away.

But then I really did need to get this sorted out. "You mean... (choke)
(just a small one)... you mean..."

"yeah, I'm gay. And it doesn't bother me. Soon as I get out on my own,
I'm not even going bother putting on an act." Constantin alway did tend
to be very matter-of-fact.

"Yeah, well, I guess I've known I was for a couple of years now." Man! It
felt so GOOD to say that. I almost wanted to repeat it a few times. "YES!
I'm gay! I'm gay!! YIPPEE!" But I didn't, as I've always tended to be a
bit cautious about things. Which you've probably noticed by now.

"So you've done it before then?"

I made a wry face, shrugged slightly and said, "Ummm... well, I don't
know if you could exactly call it that... `cause it was with my cousin...
and well, I don't know..." Then I trailed off and realized I was being
OVERLY cautious.

So I quickly added, "Which I guess is a really dumb thing for me to say,
actually, and if you want me to, I'll tell you about it later on because
in a way it was kind of funny but right now do you want me to finish
giving you your bath?" My voice was still kind of shakey, but I was doing
better. And I was anxious to get on with it. His bath.

"Definitely" he replied very forthrightly. Even if there was still a
slight tremor in his voice as well. And his PENIS... oh wow. It was
TWITCHING. Just a little. Oh boy oh boy oh BOY!

"I don't think we need the wash cloth anymore" I added quickly.

"Nah. Just gets in the way."

My thoughts exactly. "So" I said in a somewhat professional tone of
voice, "I suppose we really do need to get... yourpeniscleaned... up a
bit... don't we?" Like I just said, SOMEwhat  professional.

But it seemed he was playing right along with it. "Do we really HAVE to?"

"I think so" I said hopefully.

"But... but sometimes that makes me get all damp and STICKY and stuff!"

I sure hoped so. But I just shrugged and said, "We really should though."

"Oh, all right" he said forthrightly, "At least that's a good place to
start" and I almost squirted. I didn't lose it totally, but maintaining
any semblance of professionalism was obviously going to be difficult.

So I wrapped my fingers around it. It twitched again. God! It felt hot!
Or at least pretty warm. And really hard! But so smooth! And a little
loose too. His foreskin. Only I was pretty sure I knew how to work it. I
pulled down. And it worked. Yes!! It squished a little. Precum! "Oh WOW!"
I squeaked.

Accusingly, Constantin went, "You aren't really a doctor, are you?"

"... You're leaking!"

At which point he almost turned serious. "Yeah, I know. And I had some
more stuff in mind actually. So... you wanna finish this part up pretty
quick?" And with that he scooted up a bit and pulled his right leg up.
And out some. (The one not broken.) And with just a little more scooting
and opening up, all at once... his little brown hole was sort of opened
up. And suddenly I felt like I'd been pushed off into the deep end and I
wasn't sure if I knew how to swim that well after all.

As you might have guessed, my old man's definition of homosexual behavior
was fairly inclusive. Just letting somebody touch you down there, for
instance. So of course my touching someone ELSE down there counted as
well. Even that brief show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine incident would
have counted. So if all he had in mind was a mutual jack off session, I
would have settled for that. And I probably would've jerked myself off at
least four times later on that night just recalling the occasion. And if
what he had in mind was trading blow jobs... well, holy SHIT!! I would
have felt like I'd died and gone to heaven for sure, but THIS... oh my!
OH MY... (squirt.)

Well, I couldn't HELP it. I shouldn't have been all that surprised, but I
was. Only I wanted to explore everything I could, you know? I'd just
barely started getting acquainted with his penis. Not a huge thing; right
at 5 inches, fairly decent circumference, but it was HIS; I wanted to
closely examine his glans; which looked almost like mine except his was a
lot pinker; I wanted to lightly stroke his little black bush (how much
time did I have, anyway?) I'd gently kneaded his plump hairless balls
(only hair he had was above his dick), I'd cautiously traced my finger
down along his perineum (or at least I think that's what it is), my
finger was inching closer and closer to his... his... well, you know...
and if anything he was opening wider and he was sort of... cooing...
really, that's what it sounded like, so... he really WANTED me to...

So I guessed I would, then (squirt) it happened. About an inch short of
the goal. Which caused my finger to jerk back involuntarily. A stricken
look crossed my face and softly under my breath I said, "shit!"

Which didn't escape Constantin. Somewhat breathlessly he asked, "What,
you just lose it?"

"Well, yeah" I admitted.

"Oh." But he didn't seem all that disappointed, really. "That's OK. My
folks aren't going to be back till a little after nine. OK?"

And THAT'S when I REALLY felt like I'd died and went to heaven. Because
it was only a little past FOUR. But being deeply caring and all, I still
had to mention one little thing. "Yeah, but I thought you wanted to go to
sleep pretty soon."

"I changed my mind. That's OK, isn't it?"

"Oh sure" I said.


                         o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

This is a time-out. Editorial aside. Whatever. I hope I haven't gone on
too long with this. But the first time (at least with someone you really
care about) is about as good as it ever gets. Trying to recapture that
feeling in words though... I just hope I can pull it off.

So I'm not going to leave this hanging. That's about as likely as I was
likely back then to remember that I was supposed to be home by five. So
it had been fun, but... nope, that wasn't going to happen. (I did call
though. Made up an excuse about helping Constantin cram for a test. Which
worked.)

But what I meant by feeling like I'd been pushed off into the deep end
(and remembering I was at least one swimming badge short) was there was
one thing I HADN'T done with Jeff. While he'd sure done more than a few
things to my hole, I didn't want to mess with HIS. I just didn't, that's
all. But I knew exactly what Constantin wanted. Because after all, I'd
wanted it too. From Jeff. First time wasn't so great, but eventually I
discovered it wasn't so bad either. (An understatement.)

Constantin was a whole 'nother thing though. But it was so unexpected.
And I wasn't sure about several things. Including whether I would be able
to do it right. Honest. I'd decided to give it a go, I was looking
forward to it (apparently a bit TOO much) but ANYway...

I've just decided I SHOULD tell you about my summer with Jeff. Because
after all, I told Constantin about it. And it was kind of funny in some
ways. Like for example who was really using who. So in the interest of
some additional character development, maybe this would be as good a
place as any. That squirting put a damper on the foreplay anyway.

Even if it didn't put an end to it. I had almost five HOURS. And my dick
was as difficult to keep down as Freddie Krueger. You remember how you
were at that age, right? So there's not going to be a major problem here.
Just a slight detour.


                      o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

My summer in Bloomington started out great. REALLY great. And I'm not
being sarcastic about this. I almost flipped out when I found out where
my "room" was going to be. Out back in the workshed. Which I know doesn't
sound all that great, but it was because about half of that shed had been
renovated into a guest room. They'd done it a couple years back. So all
to myself I had a bed, a closet, two chairs, microwave, TV, and my own
bathroom. Complete with a shower. It was like I was going to have my own
little house! I mean WOW! I'd already been told I'd have a room to
myself, but I had no idea... Damn! It was almost perfect!

Oh, and I almost forgot. I also had a stereo. What it amounted to was an
AM-FM radio, a cassette deck and a pair of speakers. And the left speaker
had a tendency to drop out. (This was back in the late 80s. I don't guess
I've mentioned that prior to now either.) And I really didn't almost
forget about the stereo, I just thought it deserved a seperate paragraph.
Because it ends up playing a major role in things. Including the sex
part. Which was because of the timer. So you could use the stereo as an
alarm clock. And that's all I'm going to say about it right now, but soon
enough it'll all be clear. At least I certainly hope so.

The very first thing I did after saying good night and retiring to my new
room was to strip down to my jockey shorts and sit around watching TV.
Damn! It was great! Just sipping a Coke and watching TV in my undies.
Cool! Hmmm. Well, I guess I need to take a shower. And since the shower
was out seperate from the bathroom, just had a curtain is all, I might as
well just go ahead and pull my undies off right where I was. And oh what
the hell, maybe I'd take my shower in a little bit. Just sipping a Coke
and watching TV in my birthday suit. Fucking A! I was getting stiff just
thinking about it.

I LOVED being naked. I was even going to SLEEP naked. And I had one of
the best damn jerk off sessions EVER that night. (It didn't take much to
get me excited back then.)

I'd brought some tapes along. And I had a little tape player of course,
but seeing as how I could use that stereo I was going to wake up with
Pink Floyd. "The Wall." That's about my all-time favorite album. So I
cued the tape up to the 2:58 mark of track one. Which is where the
opening jam ends by morphing into what sounds like a jet fighter taking
off. An excellent sound effect, and I thought it would be really cool to
be awakened by this. I'd set the volume to 7. Which wasn't loud enough to
cause the neighbors to complain, but it was still loud. So next morning I
was sound asleep and it went off right on cue. Right in my ear and I went
airborne. I have no idea exactly how FAR I went off the bed, but I just
went straight up! And then I came back down. On the floor. And that's how
I almost got killed by my alarm. Once I'd figured out I hadn't broken
anything, I said, "Damn! Next time why don't you just pop in the 1812
Overture?" (That's the one with the cannons and shit.) But anyway, after
that startling episode I did continue waking myself up with music, even
classical sometimes, but I turned the volume down to about 3. And I also
opted for for actual music as opposed to sound effects. Waking up
thinking you're in the middle of World War II isn't always a good thing.

Only of course that wasn't the sex part. Even if at the time it happened
I might have THOUGHT it would make a sex story, as in; "Man, I just about
scared the living SHIT out of myself, and you know what? I was damn
NAKED!" but thankfully, that's not it. Much to everyone's relief no
doubt. But I thought I should explain about my wonderful alarm clock
because a: I thought it was a good story and b: it also makes it easier
to explain the situation once sex really DID get involved.

But first I suppose I should properly introduce cousin Jeff. He'd just
turned 17, was around 5-8, worked out deligently every day (so he was
well built) and was blonde. And he was a jock. Big time. All of which
probably sounds very promising, but we had a personality clash. As in
MAJOR. I really can't recall that ever not being the case. I didn't like
him because he looked down on me. Just because he had big muscles and I
didn't. Because he was a jock and I wasn't. And he was always saying shit
like, "Well, if you'd just get your nose out those damn books and TRIED a
little, you could be just like me." Like I really WANTED to be like him,
you know? And you have no idea how SICK I got of his always spouting
things like "Well, I'm going to give it 110%", "I think our team really
sent a message today", "I tell you, around here it's basketball season 13
months a year", "We definitely came to play today"... well, you get the
picture I guess.

He did have some non-sports related cliches, the one I remember the most
was "Ah, to be young a foolish". If you repeat the same damn thing over
and over and OVER, it becomes a cliche. But the reason I remember that
particular platitude so much is that he kept directing it to me. THEN
he'd ask if I knew what it meant. And he expected an answer too. So
eventually I'd give some smart-ass reply like, "What, are we doing the
Socratic method today?" and HE'D come right back with "Read my lips. Ah,
to be young and foolish" and I'd go "JESUS!" and he'd go "Ah, to be
young.." (I don't suppose the Socratic method could in any way be
connected to his remarks, but that's what popped into my head one time
and seeing as how he apparently thought there was some lesson of great
importance behind all this, maybe...) But then who gives a shit anyway?

So we're off to a great start here. And beauty is only skin deep.

Although he was sort of good-looking. Remove his vocal chords and...
well, who knows?

So, moving right on along here, (PLEASE!) while I did continue to run
around naked as much as I could in my little summer house, I only did
this at night. Unless I could think of a good excuse to do it during the
day. Like for instance I'd get in from school and I'd think, "Man! It is
HOT today! ... I think I'll take a quick shower" and whether I really
needed to or not, I would. Now don't get me wrong, even at home I can
shower naked; it's rather expected in fact; but at home I didn't take
three or four a day. (No telling what their water bill went up to that
summer.) Oh and I did spend an unusual amount of time naked both before
and after my showers. About as much as I thought I could get away with.
Or at least I did until Jeff walked in on me. Ah, to be young and
foolish. Well see, he had a key. I didn't know that. Obviously. So. While
I DID like to get naked, I DIDN'T like to be SEEN naked. So I was weird,
OK? I think I've already mentioned that anyway. But I ESPECIALLY didn't
want Jeff seeing me naked. Because you know, my poor little
underdeveloped body didn't compare all that well to his. And when I said
I didn't want to be like Jeff, I didn't mean I wanted to be a runt all my
life, I just meant I didn't want to be like HIM. I mean, you can be well
built and still be a nice person to be around, you know?

Only that wasn't the sex part. I was just embarrassed to death, that's
all. In light of what later took place, that could have been when certain
gears in cousin Jeff's head started turning, but at the time I just
assumed the reason he was looking at me the way he was was because he
just had no idea how underdeveloped I really was. I didn't look like a
third World war orphan, but I was a long way from ripped.

And at least part of my anatomy was making decent strides, but as I was
still thinking it could a lot bigger, I wasn't completely satified with
it either. Which is why I was just sitting there with my hands over it.
God, it was horrible!

(And if you should get caught naked, the first thing you're going to try
to cover will be...? Yeah, that's just what I THOUGHT it would be. Even
if you're out in the woods and you meet up with a complete stranger. So I
what you really should cover at that point is your face, but that's not
how it's going to work, is it?)

Anyway, the incident above happened... I THINK it was on a Monday
afternoon. The second week I was there. So after that I had to stop going
naked during daylight hours. Except when I took a shower, and even then I
had to take precautions like for example having my clothes near by and
not all the way across the room. It was a bummer, but I had to do it. But
then once in my room for the night it was showtime again. It did occur to
me that if Jeff could let himself in during the day, he could just as
easily do it at night, but if he did, well shit, I'd just ask him what in
the hell he was doing in my room in the first damn place, you know? (That
previous time? The horrible one? He'd come in to see if he could find a
magazine. Which seemed to be a reasonable excuse as there were several
boxes of various sports magazines. And one entire box of Boy's Life
magazines.) (???) Not yet. And besides, I was a bit preoccupied at the
time.

But we ARE getting a lot closer. Just in case you were wondering about
that.

If I couldn't be naked during the day, I could still be pretty close to
it. Like for instance I could just change into gym shorts. Undies? Who
needed them. So I guess I really was getting to be an exhibitionist at
that, I just hadn't quite come completely out of the closet yet. Closet
exhibitionist. Get it?

OK, sorry. SO all right then. While Jeff's Nautilus machine was in their
basement, there was an old weight bench back in the corner of my room.
And a few weights. So about three days after my embarassement I was doing
a little light lifting. Like I was really up to HEAVY lifting, you know?
And I wasn't real dedicated about it anyway as it turned out, but I WAS
sort of thinking maybe I might get at least a LITTLE more muscle
definition, so at any rate, there I was stretched out on the weight bench
doing some light lifting when Jeff walked in again. Me in just my gym
shorts. No, of COURSE I didn't have my undies on. Shit, if I'm going to
work out, I might as well enjoy it, that's the way I looked at it, and
you know what? I wasn't the least BIT horribly embarrassed. Even though
the first question he asked me was if I didn't know I could get hurt
lifting by myself. And now that I think of it, I guess you could, so
score one for him then. But no, it really didn't matter to me that he was
right there in front of me and all I had on was my floppy gym shorts.
(GASP!) (I really AM an exhibitionist.)

Well I guess, because when it suddenly occurred to me that he was
sneaking peeks up INSIDE my shorts, I STILL didn't care, in fact, I was
getting a kick out of it. Really! But if you're getting a thrill out of
something like THAT, then before long your penis is going to start
getting excited. (And it did.) But I STILL didn't care.

In fact when I thought it over later on that night I was a bit gratified.
I was naive (and young and foolish) (and I swear that's the last time I'm
going to do that) but I did know all about trying to sneak peeks up other
boy's shorts. Because I'd done that on a few occasions myself. Without
much success to speak of because they always had their undies on, but I
could always hope. But of course I only tried looking at boys I felt some
sort of physical attraction for. So that must mean Jeff had a physical
attraction to me! Well, DAMN! But being very naive (and that's all) (and
I did it again, didn't I?) Well sorta... but being pretty close to just
downright CLUELESS, it never occurred to me that Jeff might take things
further. And it also never occurred to me that I was actually leading him
on. I mean the whole time he was standing there sneaking peeks I was
pretending I didn't notice. Just totally innocent. Even when I started
popping wood. Seriously.

OK, maybe subconsciously I was a bit more aware of things, shit, I don't
know, but I really was awfully naive.

I slept naked that night, just like always. The novelty of it all was
wearing off some, but it still felt good when I first crawled under the
sheets and it felt good to wake up that way. Usually when I woke up, my
sheets would be kicked off because one thing my summer cottage didn't
have was air conditioning. Had a window fan, but it can get awfully hot
and sticky in the summer. But it was really nice in the morning with the
fan blowing a steady breeze across my morning boner and I'd lay there and
stretch lazily, waking up slowly to whatever I had in the tape deck, that
was way cool. I was getting a bit more sophisticated. I mean you sort of
feel that way when you can sleep naked, but aside from that, I'd
discovered the joy of doing it slowly. Classical music worked very well
in that regard. `Cause I was doing in time with the music. But I liked to
experiment, so sometimes I'd select for my morning wake up call a more
uptempo piece. One nice perk that came with taking that class was that I
could check out stuff from their library. Including tapes.

But anyway, early that following morning I was having the most wonderful
dream. I mean this was a doozy! I was dreaming I was getting a BLOW job!
I hadn't ever had one of those before so maybe I was getting something
else, but it really seemed to be everything I'd imagined an actual blow
job would be and then some. But as the tempo ebbed and flowed, pulled
away, licked a bit... on my PEE HOLE!... oh that was GOOD!... took a deep
breath and all the way down to my scraggly bush... hey wait a minute
here. Now wait just one fucking minute! And I cracked my eyes open. Then
all at once I bet my eyes got big as saucers. Then I shut them real quick
and pretended I was still asleep.

Yes. Cousin Jeff was between my legs bobbing up and down on my dick. !!!!
and !!!! again. And I will tell you this. He really didn't have many
redeeming qualities, but he was awfully good at this. At the time I had
no way of making any comparisons, but I've received more than a few since
then and he was GOOD! So I was thinking (somewhat deliriously, but I was
doing my best)... so I was thinking as long as he thought I was asleep I
could CONTINUE getting blow jobs from him. Many MANY. Although eventually
I'm sure it would have dawned on me that there was no way in HELL ANYBODY
could be so dumb as to imagine you could keep sucking on somebody's dick
without them ever waking up. But being very naive and inexperienced and
sort out of my fucking mind I was thinking along those lines and just
kept on pretending to be sound asleep. And tried to keep my toes from
flexing. And then he swallowed my balls. BOTH of them. And then I
remembered my alarm. Which was probably going to go off at any second.
And this morning's selection was to be from Handel's "Messiah", "Why Do
The Nations Rage So Furiously Together". Just because I like it, OK? But
it's a very uptempo piece. And I really really didn't want cousin Jeff to
be startled with my balls in his mouth no matter HOW good it felt. The
result could've been catastrophic. So maybe I'd better open my eyes, I
thought. OK, THEN what? How about "Hey Jeff, whatcha doing?" No, that
would be startling too. How about "Oh Oh Oh OH SHIT!"? I felt like that
anyway. But that would probably still be startling.

Jeff looked up and noticed I was looking at him with a deeply concerned
expression on my face. And I believe he was SLIGHTLY startled, but it
didn't result in my staying a soprano for the rest of my life. (Whew!)

"I guess I'd better cut the alarm off" I said. "I'm awake already."

Finally regaining his composure he asked, "So you like that?"

"Duh, yeah!" I replied.

"So you want me to finish?"

"Well shit yeah" I said with genuine feeling, "That feels great!"

And so he did and I didn't feel at all negative about it. Not then. You
kidding me? But later... well, I'll get to that in the next chapter or
maybe the chapter after that. I'm not sure really, but I DO know that in
the next chapter I want to continue with my first time with Constantin.
So I guess I will.



But. My next chapter is probably about two weeks off. Tis the season and
all that and I need to finish going into debt again. Well, I'm going to
TRY to be a responsible shopper for a change, but still there are many
things to be done before getting back to the really fun stuff. Which
would be this story.

I want to thank once again all of you who sent comments about chapter
one. I hope this one comes at least close to working as well for you.

Originally I was thinking this story would run around 3 chapters, but it
seems I'm well on my way to making it longer than that. For example
originally I wasn't going to say very much more about Jeff. And I guess
there are other players in this story who might deserve more space as
well. But I do need to plan this out. I only started sending in stories
to Nifty this past summer and in some respects I'm still learning. And
because I DIDN'T fully plan things out, one story ended up slightly
stuck. (Although I think I've FINALLY come up with a way to get it moving
again. Eventually.)

In case you're interested, the stories I've written so far are:
"The Naked Amazon Headhunter and the Missionary"- young friends. Just one
chapter.
"Understanding Sex"- young friends. 12 chapters.
"Getting Kicked Out of the House" - adult-youth. 7 chapters. That's the
one that got stuck, although I had quite a bit of fun up until that
point.
And finally, "Ingemar's Farm" which ended up in the gay authoritarian
section, but really, I'm not all that big on authority. I have issues
with authority actually, and I most definitely did back when I wrote it.
But I wrote it because I'd had about one inspirational story too many, so
I decided to do something about it.

But anyway, thanks for reading my story and if you get a chance, drop me
a line. I'd love to hear from you.

jjjanicki@gmail.com