Date: Thu, 1 May 2008 07:28:32 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin-chapter 22

The following chapter contains sex play involving minor teenage boys.
Which I'm sure comes as a surprise to everyone. Except for those who
aren't reading this story because I've already told them in no
uncertain terms not to if for any reason they weren't supposed to be
reading it. On 19 separate occasions I have mentioned this and then
twice more I have advised anyone who might actually be bothering to
read the disclaimer part in the first place that they should read an
earlier one because I was really getting tired of disclaiming. That,
and I was running out of ideas on how to make my disclaimers
interesting. I suppose I was suffering writer's block in that regard.
Or something.

And apparently I am still suffering from at least "something" because
this is a recycled disclaimer. Or at least partially, it is. Overall I
thought it was a pretty good disclaimer, but I did notice that at one
point my thoughts had once again gotten ahead of my fingers and I'd
left out a word and then near the end I came across a very bad
sentence. Not bad in the sense that it contained naughty words, bad in
the sense that grammatically it did something perfectly awful. And I
quote: "So I can only assume that they are in fact not reading this
story and I am very glad that they haven't." End quote. "HAVEN'T??"
What did I MEAN, "HAVEN'T"?

I meant "aren't". There. It reads much better, don't you think?

Yes. So I assume that anyone who isn't supposed to be reading this is
in fact not reading this and I am very glad that they aren't.

You know, it's really kind of surreal if you think about it.


                             Constantin
                             chapter 22


Sometimes I thought about it. Like for instance at some point on
Friday, April 7th I did, about how less than two weeks before it
seemed almost certain that my sex life was going to be put on hold for
the foreseeable future. For close to 51 hours I was almost NUMB. 51
hours is a long time when you're thinking it might continue that way
for anywhere between three months to possibly more than three damn
YEARS... but then Constantin took me up in the woods and raped me and
late that night he dropped by my house and I raped him and the next
day Tyndal whopped it to me, only that night I found out I would be
going home with the preacher's kids after school every day because my
old man couldn't trust me to be at home by myself anymore, but I still
went by Constantin's every morning after my parents left for work...

So see, basically we were still screwing like rabbits. I was getting
so much it was beginning to look like I might have to start scheduling
appointments. So when I went over to Constantin's that morning, we
just cuddled in bed for awhile, that and nothing else. I didn't even
get in the shower with him, just told him to hurry his ass up. Even
though I was still thinking we could at least do a quick sixty-nine or
something. But, oh well, he could still drop by Saturday night or
Sunday night. And of course there was Monday before school. But making
a late night visit to my house THAT night was out because I was going
to be camping out with the preacher's kids. Their dad said Friday
night was OK and then it was OK with my old man as well. Which was
good, because that way I wouldn't have to be getting up so damn early
Saturday morning for whatever he had planned for me. Actually, he
seemed to be pleased I was getting on so well with the Kelly kids.
(Snicker.)

But the biggest reason me and Constantin passed on sex Friday morning
was because we wanted to be primed for the twins during lunch period
that day. And I was looking forward to it, because ever since my
father put his foot down I hadn't gotten to participate when it was
their turn to be gang raped. We didn't do much sex during lunch period
because of the practical concerns involving in going back to class,
but the twins had a dental appointment that afternoon, so they were
getting out for the day at lunch.

We caught `em out in the woods queering each other off. Me and
Contantin, Isac and Jesse. The twins were saying, "No! You gotta
believe us, you got it all wrong!"... and we were like, "Yeah, right.
Shit, we saw what you were doing," and we made `em strip naked. Didn't
even let them keep their socks on. And then we just fucked their
brains out. Me and Isac, then Jesse and Constantin. We made them crawl
up and suck our dicks for a little bit, then we turned them around and
went to town. And while we were busy pumping their asses, Constantin
and Jesse were in front getting their dicks sucked so they could be
ready to go soon as me and Isac were finished. Because, while time
wasn't a big issue with the twins, it was with us, so we had to hurry.
It was still a lot of fun, though. We threatened to take their clothes
and just leave them out there like that, but we didn't. They still had
to wash off in the creek, though. And it didn't get out of the forties
that afternoon. Brrr! Windy too. They were cussing... I mean that
water was COLD!

Oh, and I guess this would be as good a place as any for a progress
report on our pubic hair: Constantin's, Jesse's and Isac's was coming
back, but it was still at the stubble stage. Which is the worst part,
because it just looks weird and it itches. The twins were still slick
because they'd come to like it that way, and I was because I hadn't
figured out how I was going to explain it to the Kellys. It would be
nice if it grew back like when you're just starting, but that's not
how it works and, like I said, stubble looks... well, it looks like
you shaved it. But Constantin and Isac said I'd just have to tell them
it got shaved off because of a joke, that's all. And after thinking
about it, I guessed they were right. `Cause it didn't seem likely I
was going to quit getting naked with the Kelly boys, not hardly, so
sooner or later - if I ever wanted to get my hair back - I'd have to
tell them, and that seemed as good an excuse as any.

Jimmy went home with us after school that day. All of us were crammed
up front in the cab. But we didn't get naked soon as we arrived, we
set up the tent. There was a small pond about half a mile away. I'm
don't know who it belonged to, but apparently our camping out wasn't a
problem. So we set up the tent (and it was big enough for all of us
with no problem), carried our supplies out: sleeping bags, space
heater, lantern, alarm clock, hot dogs, marshmallows, potato chips,
Cokes, apple cider, radio, air freshener (because we might need some),
Monopoly game... and no, we weren't planning an all night Monopoly
game, but we had to make it look good. We definitely needed the space
heater, because it was going to get down into the twenties that night.
So the apple cider was going to be HOT. And we were going to roast
marshmallows and hot dogs. So, I mean, really, if their father dropped
by to see how we were doing, he wouldn't suspect a thing.

Unless maybe he happened to overhear us. Even before we got naked.
Because Tommy kept dropping mysterious 11-year-old-type hints.
Followed by how he bet none of us even knew what he was talking about.

But you know how brothers can be when one of them is acting like he
knows so much more than the other, and finally Noah went, "Tommy, we
already know you're fucking, all right?"

"I didn't say that" he shot back.

But then Jacob said, "OK, OK, we don't have a clue. Satisfied?"

Tommy shrugged. "Yeah, but-"

"And we're gonna find out tonight, huh?"

"Maybe." And that was that. Until later on.


So, anyway. Jimmy and I were out looking for firewood and the like.
Soon as we were out of earshot he said, "So how long you been doing
it?"

"Depends on what you mean. Doing what?"

"Getting fucked. If you know what to look for, you can tell, know what I mean?"

Yeah, I sort of figured he'd noticed. And I guessed at that point it
didn't really matter if he said anything about it to anyone else, so I
shrugged and said, "Oh, six months maybe? And last summer, but I don't
count that part."

"Why not?"

"Didn't much care for the guy who was doing it."

"You always bottom?"

I wasn't sure if I liked this kid all that much. Sort of a smart ass.
"No, sometimes I sit on it. ... And sometimes I get to be the pitcher,
OK?"

"Know what? I was ALWAYS bottom until Tommy. I was a little worried at
first because... well, I thought it might hurt him, but he liked it.
And I guess it was OK, but I still think I like taking it better. You
want to know how long I been doing it?"

Well, OK, he just likes to talk, then. "Oh, I don't know, a year maybe?"

"Since I was seven."

I glanced over at him. I didn't know WHAT to say.

"You don't believe me?"

"I don't know why you'd say it if it wasn't the truth, but-"

"I didn't say I LIKED it, I mean I sure didn't at FIRST, but... well,
it was like I had to and I guess after awhile I didn't mind so much-
(giggle) - "not really... but then when I was ten they got locked up.
My folks. My old lady because they said she knew what was going on and
didn't try to stop it. So now I'm living with my grandparents. And
sometimes I'd do it with people... I mean, my grandparents don't know
nothing about it, see, but what I mean is, sometimes I'd hitch rides,
you know, just to see what happened, then one time I was lucky I
didn't get killed, so... that was it. Pretty much. Until Tommy wanted
to show me how to jerk off. `Cause he didn't know that I knew all
ABOUT it. ... So I liked him and I so guessed it was OK, that's all.
So if we both like doing it, you think that's OK?"

"Yeah, sure."

"But Tommy's too small. He tried, but it's just not big enough, so you
think Jacob and Noah might... well, you think they want to?"

"Hmm... probably."

"And you want to, right?"

"I guess... But look-"

"What you mean, you guess? I mean...Look. It's cool, OK? I want to. OK?"

"Well, I was just thinking that if I'd known about all that shit that
happened to you I wouldn't -"
"Don't worry about it. It's history, OK? And you're not that much
older than me, so what's the big deal? I like doing it now, so don't
you?"

So I don't know. The PKs liked doing it. So I wasn't going to spend
any time trying to figure out WHY. They wanted do it, just like I did.
So what happened to Jimmy should never have happened, but it did and
there wasn't any way of undoing it. Some social worker might spend
forever telling him he SHOULDN'T do it because of where it started,
but if you think about it, that really doesn't make much sense. I mean
at what point were they going to tell him that he could make up his
own mind about what he wanted to do? It sure wasn't going to happen
anytime soon, that much I was sure of.

"Yeah, I like doing it," I said, and before he could say anything else
I reached down and started unzipping his pants. "And the way I look at
it, I owe you one." (He didn't seem too inclined to argue the point,
he was just standing there facing me. In fact, he was starting to
breath a little faster.) I reached inside. No underwear. "Damn, dude,
don't you get cold?"

He giggled. "Huh uh."

It's cool feeling a little worm getting stiff. But in no time at all
it was hard as a nail and twitching. I unfastened his belt and slid
his pants down below his knees, messed with his balls for a few
seconds, (started dropping a little, but they were still fairly small)
and... well, I better ask.

"So, is your foreskin still tight, or is it loosened up by now?" I
didn't want to hurt him, and if it was still tight, yanking it down on
him would probably not be a good feeling.

"Nah, it's loose now. But-"

"And you can cum a little, right?" Then without waiting for an answer
I sucked in first one, then both balls.

"Ohhh... oh man... but... could you, like, put your finger in while
you're doing it?"

Well, of COURSE. And then I took a deep breath and...well, I was
wondering if I could suck that little bulb out of its skin -

"Gasp!"

Yep. I like making buzzing sounds while I'm at it. And whoever is on
the other end likes it too, I've noticed.

But, anyway, I could have drawn it out, I could have had him just
BEGGING for release, but since we needed to get back to the campsite
pretty soon (with some firewood) (in case you forgot), I only teased
it for a couple of minutes, then I got serious and before very long
"ungh unghUNGH uh uh UNGH"-- well, you get the picture, and then his
hole clamped down on my finger (just as I was about to insert
another)... and it really did seem to be quite extraordinary for him.
No kidding. I felt it pulsing and he did produce a little, at that. HE
thought it was probably the most he'd managed yet. So YAY! And yay for
me, too.  I'm GOOD! Really!

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Sure enough, around 10:30 Brother Kelly dropped by to see how we were
holding out. And brought along five hamburgers just in case. Pretty
good. Oh, and we were doing fine. Or at least Noah was: by that time
he had hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place along with Marvin Gardens,
Ventnor and Atlantic, not to mention New York, Tennessee and St. James
Place. So it was all over but the crying.

But anyway. We waited for at least 15 minutes after Brother Kelly told
us to be good and stay warm. By then it was pretty toasty inside so it
was time to get more comfortable. Off with our clothes. And it
certainly seemed like everybody was really excited. You could tell.

"All right," said Tommy, gravely, "Me and Jimmy are about to show you
something else, OK?" And you know what? They put on a pretty good show
at that. Tommy lay on his back, pulled his legs up until his knees
were about even with his face, opened them up wide and Jimmy started
poking my K-Y up into his hole.

"Hey!" exclaimed Tommy breathlessly, "That feels good! ... That K-Y
stuff, I mean. We used spit...before."

Then, with great seriousness, Jimmy rubbed it on his skinny rod and...
very shortly afterwards it was slow-ly sliding into Tommy. Tommy at
first winced a bit, but pretty soon he was staring blissfully up at
the tent's ceiling. And his little pecker was twitching.

"Damn!" said Jacob, "Are you having an orgasm ALREADY?"

"No... YES..." (Several small squeaks ensued)... (then after catching
his breath)... "But I can do it again-UMPTH-pretty soon... oh shit."
(But that was not a rueful "oh shit", oh no, he was still blissed out,
because by that time Jimmy was sawing in and out. Slowly. He
definitely knew what he was doing. Then pretty soon, "Shit shit shit..
oh boy... oh boy..ahh..and sure enough, there he went again. Meanwhile
Jimmy was just panting. But his pants were gathering up speed until
pretty soon he was sounding like a little steam locomotive,
then..."OHHHH!....FUCK!" and there he went too.

Then after he caught his breath he went, "That was...good."

"Yeah, said Tommy blissfully.

Then about minute later he added, "So. What do you think?... Cool, huh?"

Jacob got his cherry busted next. By me. They talked me into it. I
took him doggy style. 5 1/4 and not quite as skinny as it used to be
still isn't a huge thing, but he said it sure seemed big enough to
him. But yes, before long he was enjoying it very much indeed. No
point in getting repetitious with all the sound effects, but we both
found it to be a deeply moving experience.

Then it was off to the bushes for Jacob. "Brrr!" he said. "Sodomy is a TRIP!"

And then Jimmy did Noah (and yeah, to him 3 1/2 inches seemed to be
rather filling, as well) then... huh. "What do you mean, you don't
think you can get it up right now?" I asked Jacob.

"Well I will, but just give me a few more minutes, OK?"

"Shit. I think we need more people in this here club," said I.  I mean
really, Jimmy couldn't get it back up IMMEDIATELY and neither could
Noah. Tommy COULD, but... "Oh well, I guess we'll just have to cuddle
and molest each other for awhile."

And so we did, and then about half an hour later I got fucked, first
by Jacob and then by Jimmy, so I had to figure going third wasn't such
a bad idea after all. And while I was getting it, Noah was plowing his
little brother for the first time. And they agreed that they would do
it just about every night from then on out. It was just getting better
and better.

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And it really DID keep getting better and better and not worse and
worse for the better part of the next two weeks. Before only a few
days had passed, every one of us had been fucked by everybody else.
And, with the exception of Tommy, we all had fucked every other person
as well, so no stone was left unturned. (And Tommy could slide his
little upright between our soft thighs - that worked nicely - or into
the tight crevice between our buns - which worked even better.) We did
not grow weary of this, but describing each and every occurrence could
prove to be a bit repetitious, so I'll not attempt to do so.

But. The two clubs did not immediately become as one, because every
single plan mentioned by the members of club #1 seemed likely to cause
most of the members of club #2 to become emotionally traumatized. And
to further complicate matters, I still wanted at least three separate
first time meetings. The twins could do their thing first.

Except on second thought, maybe it would be better if they didn't do
their thing at ALL.

I thought Isac and Jesse could introduce themselves as a twosome and
as for Constantin... well, I wasn't sure.

The weather improved greatly as well. It became balmy and... well,
springlike, actually, which happens often enough in late April.

Thursday, April 20th. It was balmy and springlike. Almost 80 that day.
Jacob, Tommy and Jimmy were at it again down in the den and, feeling
left out, Noah and I went for a walk in the woods. So we walked until
we found a good spot and then we started going to it again ourselves.
I was sitting at the foot of a tree and Noah was in my lap facing me,
bouncing up and down on my pole. I really liked him a lot.

But anyway, Noah was slowly and blissfully riding up and down on my
cock, we hadn't even picked up speed yet when from behind me someone
said, "I say! Whatever are you two DOING?"

Noah's eyes popped open. WIDE open. He was quite startled. And so was
I. The voice sounded vaguely familiar! It was someone from our school!
Cautiously I looked behind me and there he was. A ninth grader. He
knew who I was and I knew who he was. "Umm..." I really wasn't sure
how to explain this.

"I didn't mean to startle you, but could you please tell me what on
earth you're doing?"

Poor Noah was still speechless, so I gave it a shot. It didn't look
promising, but still I needed to try. "Well, um, well you see,
we're..ah -"

"Fucking" Noah finished. "We're fucking, OK?" I could tell he was
really really nervous, but under the circumstances, there wasn't much
else he COULD say.

"Oh. ... I see." The boy moved around in front of me. "But your thingy
is up inside your friend's bum! Could you please explain that?"

"Well umm, that's how you fuck" I managed.

"REALLY? Could I watch? ... I'd like to be an anthropologist when I
grow up and observing the mating process is one of the subjects I'd be
very likely to investigate at some point, so could you carry on,
please?"

"Damn. This kid is WEIRD" I thought. I cleared my throat. "Um, we're
not exacty MATING, mate."

"Oh, of course! How stupid of me! You're both of the same sex! ... But
honestly, I don't mind at all. I've been brought up to have a very
open mind, so if you would -"

"Noah, I'd like you to meet Constantin. And we've been fucking each
other for ages... and-" I glanced at Constantin -"English BUTLERS
don't talk that way."

(He'd recently had the part of an English butler in a school play and
he was still stuck on talking British. Hopefully it was just a phase
though.)

Noah went, "Uh..you.. you're kidding."

"Well, yeah," said Constantin, then he gave Noah a peck on his cheek.
"What, you think we're going to give you a heart attack?... So um, if
you'd like I could suck your dick while you're riding Todd, that OK?"

"Uh...sure" Noah managed.

And THEN we decided to carry the act on to the Kelly residence. Even
though Jacob had already been advised as to what was to take place,
because otherwise there was no WAY he'd want any
would-be-anthropologist sitting in the den observing him being spit
roasted by two little kids.

(But yeah, Jacob was both amazed and gratified when Constantin came
out to him that morning.)

And so we three just walked right in on them. Tommy and Jimmy WERE
shocked and Jacob acted like he was. Although if you think about it,
even if you know it's coming, it CAN be a bit disconcerting at first.
But still, Jacob acted convincing enough. (Oh, and we were still
sticking with the anthropologist routine.)

So.. When Constantin asked if he could be allowed to observe, Jacob
answered, "Sure. You can observe all you want to...if you wanna take
your clothes off."

"Oh dear," said Constantin.

Tommy went, "What's the matter, you chicken or something?"

"Well it's not quite that, it's just that... well, it seems that I
have a bit of an erection at the moment. ... It's quite embarrassing,
actually."

"Boy, he sure talks funny," said Jimmy.

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but we all seem to have a bit
of an erection ourselves," said Jacob.

"Oh... all right then," Constantin sighed. And so he did. Take all his
clothes off. And yes, he did have an erection.

And he did seem to be quite enthralled with the proceedings whilst
they were continuing, too. But at last the logical conclusion was
reached with the appropriate sound effects.

Still panting a bit, Jimmy looked over at Mr. Junior Anthropologist
and he asked, "So. You like watching that?"

"Oh yes! Very MUCH so!" exclaimed Constantin.

Tommy crawled up to Constantin. "So, you want a blow job?"

"Oh my. ... Well...I suppose I might give it a go... just to see what
it's like... Yes. I think I would like that very much indeed."

And he did too. He said it was simply smashing.

So anyway, one in, four to go. Even if I still wasn't completely sure
about the twins.


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