Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2008 08:42:28 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin-chapter 5

This will make the fifth chapter of Constantin. And if you have read the
first four chapters, then you already know it's a sensitive coming-of-age
story and nobody is supposed to read this if they think it's something
else entirely. And of course you're not supposed to be reading this if
you're not at least eighteen as your time could better be spent cramming
for Abstinence 101 or something. But if you're not old enough to read
this then of course you're not reading it because you're not supposed to.
Except maybe you decided to read this part to see if it was OK to
continue on with at least this one chapter. You can't ever tell about
that, but once again you really shouldn't, so there. And you're not
supposed to be doing it either. Except I can't tell you what IT is.
Didn't they teach you anything in Abstinence?
So now that all that is taken care of...

No wait. One other thing. While the disclaimer above wasn't just an out
and out plagiarization, it WAS inspired by another Nifty writer. And
actually his stories are pretty good too. Even if he didn't write all
that many. But ANYway...



                             Constantin
                            chapter five


I sensed something was wrong when I went into his room that day. And as
usual, I was right. "I can't see you anymore" he said.

"But why?" I asked. I could feel the color coming to my face. "What did I
do? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just can't see you anymore. Is that good enough for
you?" And just like that, it was over.

Then I woke up, covered with sweat and shaking. Damn! That was one of the
worse dreams ever!

Well, you can't turn it off just like that. At least I couldn't. It took
me awhile to convince myself that the day before had even happened. And
then came the hard part, convincing myself that it would ever happen
again. I wonder how many other people that's happened to? If for as long
as you can remember you think you're really not worth very much, how long
does it take to convince yourself otherwise?

Don't know, really. Guess it just depends on the individual. But me?
Shit, it took almost forever to even get up the courage to call his
house. Well, first I had to think up a good reason to call in the first
place. I'm sitting there staring at the phone trying to figure out what
I'm going to say. And for that matter, who was I going to say it to. His
MOM'S going to answer, I just KNOW it! "Hel- hello Miss Tyler is ummm ...
is Constantin in?" (Well, of COURSE he is, you dumb ass. He already said
he'll be going back Monday, and today's Friday.) "Oh, he's asleep? Well,
could you tell him I called?" (No, I don't think that would be a good
idea. I'd probably sound like some lovesick girl. Definitely not good. So
maybe I just won't call then. ... But I really WANT to. I want to hear
his voice. I want him to be cheerful and glad I called. I want him to ask
if I'm going to come by this afternoon, "You do WANT to, don't you? Say
you will, all right?" I would imagine he'd say that in a low voice so
nobody could overhear him and right THEN I'd know that everything was OK
and I could breath again, I could face the day... so think of SOMETHING
damn it ... (!!!) Homework assignments! Yeah, that'll work...

So finally I about to pick up the phone when it rang shrilly and I almost
jumped out of my skin. Picked it up cautiously. SURELY it couldn't be...
but it WAS. "Hey Todd" he said, "You by yourself?" and when I said yeah,
(almost everybody in our town worked out-of-town) he went, "So you think
you could come over? You can get something to eat here if you haven't
already. So you want to?"

I'd just as soon stop having those damn dreams, but I don't know, as long
as they're going to turn out like THAT, maybe it's not so bad. I was
going to be cool and just casually walk on over to his place, but of
course I ended up running the whole way. And I thought he looked really
cute sitting in the living room watching TV in his jockey shorts with
that cast on his leg. Even if he was only half-hard. He looked SEXY.
Those shorts were a bit worn, so they were sort of loose. He had a medium
sized tear under his waistband on the left side. And like I said, fairly
loose. "Shit" I thought to myself, "If I didn't have to be at school
pretty soon, I wouldn't mind sitting here just LOOKING at him." Really, I
wouldn't have. That used to be my greatest joy in life, just getting an
occasional peek up some good looking boy's gym shorts or whatever. "Oh
WOW! His BALLS were hanging out! BOTH of them!" and being able to look as
much as I wanted to... yeah, I could get off on that, no problem. But...

He was pretty engrossed in Star Trek right then. Even if he seemed to be
getting a full blown erection. I LOVED watching it tent up like that. And
him seemingly paying it no mind at all. But I didn't have a lot of time,
"so soon as there's a commercial" I thought, "I'll ask him if he wants a
quick blow job. Yeah! Then soon as I get to school, I'll duck in the
restroom and it shouldn't take but about five strokes!"

And then a commercial came on. Reruns always have lots of them. "Hey
Todd" he said without looking up (as he was doing some quick channel
surfing with the remote) "You used your unexcused absence this semester?"

(Once in high school, we were allowed one unexcused absence per semester,
no questions asked. Just one. But I hadn't used mine. Never even thought
about it because actually I was sort of liking school for a change.) (But
that day I guessed I could make an exception.)

So I said OK. "Cool" he said, "Soon as this is over, we'll talk some
more. And take our own sweet time. Cause we don't want to fry your
circuits out all at once. That OK?"

"Guess so" I said as cool as I could manage, "You care if I get a little
more comfortable?"

"Just don't get totally naked yet, that's all I ask." I was wearing my
cool boxers that day. But when I pulled my jeans off, my dick was poking
out. I said, "Oops."

"Don't bother me any if it don't bother you. Makes you look SEXY!" You
know what? I'm thinking about having my birthday changed to October 6th &
7th. I guess the 6th would be the most appropriate if I'm only allowed
one day, but it was Friday the 7th that I really really started learning
things. All sorts of things. Including quite a bit about his dick.

Yeah, well, soon as Star Trek was over, I figured it was time to go down
on him because I hadn't eaten anything that morning. I really loved
working that thing. Of course he could've just had a regular U.S .
circumcised model and I still would've liked it; seeing as how it
belonged to him and all; but I was fascinated by his nozzle. I liked the
way it felt when I pulled down on it, kind of loose and often a bit
squishy. The smell was different. Even though my experience was still
fairly limited in this area, HIS smell seemed to be a bit stronger. It
was just DIFFERENT, that's all. And his glans looked shiny and pinker
than the weather beaten Judeo-Christian ones. I could almost tell that it
was more sensitive. But anyway. That morning I guessed I would do it like
I thought I was supposed to, so I skinned his foreskin back and just went
to it. Only guess what? He really WAS sensitive there. A bit TOO much. He
said you had to be careful with it. Which is really weird. I'd gone down
on him twice the day before and I don't know, I just liked the way it
felt when I sucked that bulb right out of it's skin (you can't do that
with the U.S. model) but as it turned out that was the best of way of
doing it. And I also liked sliding his foreskin down. I just liked the
way it felt. But then I've already mentioned that. Only again would you
believe it, THAT was the best way. His dick would have made a great
science fair project. Complete with instructions on the proper care and
handling of it. Assuming of course that over here we looked at things
sort of like the Swedes do. Which I know is unlikely to ever happen and
besides, if we DID look at things that way, then I guess most of us would
still have our nozzles in the first damn place.

But yeah, soon as I attacked his bulb that morning he yelped. And it
didn't sound like a happy yelp either. But thankfully he understood and I
liked doing the RIGHT way best anyway. So in the end it worked out
beautifully. Constantin said it wasn't even the first time that had ever
happened to him, first time Isac went down on him it felt like he'd just
about KILLED the muther. But then Isac's Jewish, so you KNOW that was his
first experience with an uncircumcised model. (Well OK, you DON'T know
it, but as it turns out, it was.)

"Well what about Tyndal? First time he went down on you, did HE do it
wrong?" (I asked this after we'd finished with each other. And since we
had all day and neither one of us wanted to blow our ciruits too soon,
talking was good.)

"Nope. He knew exactly how to do it. You remember Jaromir? Tyndal learned
all about it from him. That's when he really REALLY got started. (Jaromir
was an exchange student and Tyndal's family hosted him. When Tyndal was
in the 7th grade. Sure wish he could've stayed a little longer.)

"REALLY got started. So you know when he SORT of got started? ... I mean
I'm just trying to get some background information, that's all, so-"

"Until you're about to get initiated into the club you can't let on to
Tyndal that you know anything about this, OK? Not to him, or to the twins
or Isac. Right before you're about to be in our club? I'll just tell them
that I've got a new recruit is all. You'll be the second. Isac was the
first, see. We're ALWAYS looking for recruits. Just like they say we are,
know what I mean? Just as long as they're not damn ugly or swishy or
anything. But UNTIL I tell them, you can't let on, OK?"

"So how long is that going to be then?" (Actually hearing that my
initiation wasn't to be right away came as some relief on one hand, but
then on the other hand... well when WAS it going to be?)

"Soon as I'm back on my feet. Which ought to be in about a month. See, it
was a clean break. So it ought to heal pretty fast. And don't worry,
UNTIL then WE'LL be doing stuff, about as often as we can manage it, OK?
Cause you know what? When we were in the 5th grade and I talked you into
showing me your peter? I liked you then. Back then I didn't know anything
about being gay and all, I just knew I liked you is all. But I guess you
were shy, huh?"

"DAMN! .... Shit, I liked you from the time I was in the SECOND grade!
Son of a bitch."

"So better late than never I guess."

So I giggled (as another one of my circuits blew), "Yeah, I guess..." (I
mean DAMN!!!)... (it) (but shit, I still had THEN)... (So fuck it.)...
(See, what I had was a heady mixture of sadness and light-headedness)...
(which I'm sure you can understand, but...) Where WAS I?

I took a deep breath. "OK, I promise I'll just keep acting like a nerd
then."

"But not TOO nerdy" he interjected.

"OK. But since it SOUNDS like Tyndal Williams got this club started, how
did HE start? You know?"

"Yeah, he told me one time. It SORT of happened when he was ten. You know
his old man is some kind of CEO in Indianapolis, right? And they didn't
move here until Tyndal was in the 6th grade, right? Well, they moved here
from Indianapolis. Because Tyndal had this best friend. Up in
Indianapolis. Steve something or other. Well, one day Steve came up with
the idea of them being blood brothers. Only he didn't think too much of
the idea of cutting himself, or maybe Tyndal didn't, I don't know, but
ANYway Steve said they could do something nobody else in the whole entire
world could ever know about. And I betcha guessed what. Uh huh, kiss each
other's penises. So they did. But maybe Steve needed constant reassurance
or something so it wasn't long until him and Tyndal were opening and
closing their meetings like that and it wasn't much LONGER until they
were doing more than just kissing them. Then one day Steve wanted to do
it for ten minutes straight. But after a minute or so Tyndal called time
out cause he didn't think it was a good idea because he was about to pee.
But Steve told him he WOULDN'T, and you know what? He didn't. So they
started opening and closing their secret meetings with THAT. But then one
day Steve's mom showed up real unexpected like. They never even heard her
until she opened the door and then just about the whole damn NEIGHBORHOOD
heard. I mean she wanted Tyndal's little butt put in juvenile! That's
what she told Tyndal's mom. Well, TYNDAL'S mom about had a nervous
breakdown, but at least she talked STEVE'S mom out of calling the police.
And after awhile Tyndal's first psychiatrist was able to convince his mom
he was only going through a common childhood phase and everybody was
over-reacting. Which I guess they were, but anyway, that's why they moved
down here."

"Damn!" I said. And I thought about it, then I wondered, "So you think
maybe his parents suspect anything now?"

Constantin shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe they can accept it, who knows? But
I don't think they do. Know about it. I mean he's president of this and
treasurer of that and on the JV team and steady with Melissa, so I guess
they think all that other stuff is history and they don't worry about it.
And anyway, it's not like they're around all that much anyway, not
really. So maybe they don't give a shit one way or the other."

"You think Tyndal making it with Melissa?"

"Screwing? Doubt it. Melissa wants to save it for marriage. Tyndal said
he ain't even got to feel her tits yet. ... But he also said he doesn't
really care if he does or not, it's just an act. And he IS a good actor."

"So when did the twins get involved?"

"Well you know, they live a few houses down from Tyndal. So sometimes
they'd be wrestling around or something and you know how that works, you
start popping up hard, but nothing came of it at first. Tommy and Dorsey
had been playing around with each OTHER like from about the first grade
or something. Said they started blowing each other in the fourth. But
see, that was just their secret and they didn't want anybody else to know
about it. And Tyndal didn't want anybody to know about how HE felt. But I
guess after Jaromir went back home he REALLY had the horn dog, so he
started laying the groundwork for me and the twins. Which I've pretty
much already told you about. But here's where it gets weird. And
considering how you saw us streaking that night, I guess it's even
weirder, but see, the only reason Tommy and Dorsey decided to get it on
that night was because they could see me and Tyndal going at it. I guess
you can sort of tell when the sheets are moving like that, but we didn't
KNOW they knew about it. Until they told us a couple of days later. Me
and Tyndal were about to freak at first but then they started laughing
and that's when they told us they did it all the time. Weird, huh?"

"Yeah, totally. ... So OK, how did Isac get involved?"

"Twins seduced him during a sleepover at their house. They're evil, you
know. The twins are. ... Nah, they're not really, but they noticed Isac
kept sneaking looks at them in class when he didn't think they'd notice,
which they then told me and Tyndal about, so Tyndal said, `Well why don't
you two invite him over to your place for a sleepover one night?' and so
they did and Isac was about to pee all over himself he was so excited and
they ended up doing it, that's all. Then they told us about it. So Isac's
cute as hell, you know? So Tyndal wanted the twins to find out what Isac
thought about him and me. Well, it turned out he thought Tyndal was
awesome and he thought I was cute, then I think he said something like
`But why are you asking me all this? THEY don't mess around like WE'RE
doing do they?' and the twins said, `Oh, you might be surprised.' And he
sure was at that. So that was our first new member."

"Soo... well, I don't know, I mean any of them say anything-"

"About you?"

"Yeah, I guess." I'm sure I sounded a bit doubtful on that. Like maybe I
didn't really want to know the answer.

Which I guess Constantin picked up on, because he started kissing me
again. Then he said, "I wish you'd quit being so down on yourself, you
know?"

"So you gonna keep kissing me if I'm NOT down on myself?"

"Sure! You haven't figured that out yet? ... But in answer to your
question, one time you got kind of upset about something when they were
around? I don't even remember what it was now, but right after you left?
Dorsey said, 'Shit. I think he's in love with you.' So I'm like, `Really?
You think he is?' and Tyndal says `Yeah, I think he really is. So why
don't you find out?'

"Really??"

"Yeah, really. So are you?"

"Pretty much" I allowed.

"So if I haven't made myself clear on this; just in case; I think I love
you too. I mean I THINK I do- (he sort of giggled)- "at least PRETTY
much. So is that OK with you?"

"Yeah" (and I started to add "I guess" again, but this time I decided
against it.) And nothing bad came of it.

"And they want you to be in the club too" he added. "A lot. But anyway, I
was trying to figure out how to seduce your ass and I was thinking about
asking you to spend the night... which WOULD have been tonight, but then
I broke my leg. And then you showed up. And then it hit me, just like
that."

"Well damn" I said. So that's why I'm not sure if I should have my
birthday changed to October 6th or 7th.

But anyway. I was just trying to let everything sink in. And we'd been
doing a lot of stroking and occasional kissing and it sure looked like
all that talking about how everybody involved first GOT involved had
gotten us pretty stiff again, so finally I asked him, "So you want to
fuck me? Right now?"

Seemed like the best way to do it was me sitting in his lap. Facing him.
And it was fucking awesome. (No pun really intended.) I just kept easing
up and eas-ing back down. Slow and easy. For as long as I could stand it
at least, but it wasn't long until I was humping like a bitch in heat. I
was thinking (after it was over) that eventually we might be able to make
it last longer, but that time sure lasted a lot longer than any time
before.

But I did NOT decide at that point that I couldn't stand any more fun
that day. If I was going to lay out of school I might as well get my
money's worth, you know? And that night while we were eating and my folks
asked how my day had been, I thought about it and finally I said, "Well
actually it was pretty good. Maybe the 9th grade's not so bad after all"
and my mom said, "Well, I knew if you'd just apply yourself..." and all
that; I mean I can't remember most of it, except in the end they both
said they'd noticed that I seemed to be a lot happier about things. Which
I guess is as good a place as any to end this chapter.



Now the next chapter might get a little steamy. I'm not entirely sure
about this, but it might. Because I'm about to be initiated into the
club. So who knows?

But you DO want to know about it, right? At least sort of?


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