Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2008 06:28:18 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin-chapter 7

This chapter contains sex between consenting minor boys, just as was the
case in the previous six chapters. So once AGAIN I must warn you NOT to
read this if you're not SUPPOSED to be reading it. And beyond that it has
words not approved by the FCC should this story ever be made for TV. Not
that that's very likely to ever happen, even in sweden, but I guessed I
might as well warn you about that as well. Just for the h--- of it.

I HATE that f---ing s---! I DO. And now they're blurring up things so
even lip readers can't figure out what in the f--- they're saying.

But gosh darn it, I'm wandering off again. So sorry. But shouldn't I have
said "s-- between consenting minor boys?" Possibly, and this also might
be a good time to mention that these are FICTIONAL characters and they
aren't really minors either since they're... well, you know.

OK fine. So finally, I should advise what readers I have left that THIS
chapter doesn't have as much on-the-scene reporting, it's more in the way
of reminiscing about beginnings. So they're not actually doing it,
they're just TALKING about doing it. (Or d-ing --.) But hopefully it's of
some interest in spite of that.



                             Constantin
                            chapter seven



The first thing I learned in Taekwondo class was that I had no inner
calmness and it seemed unlikely I ever would. So I gave up on my idea of
becoming a trained assassin. Not that I really wanted to be one, but I
was hoping I'd at least reach the point where I could if I HAD to. Sort
of like "You really shouldn't get me angry because I can hurt you very
badly" and the bully would say "Oh yeah? You and whose army?" and calmly
I'd reply, "Trust me on this. I don't need an army" and then he'd rush me
and KAPOW!!! KER-RUNCH!! OUCH!! flip KAPOW!! CRACK "who IS this??" and so
on.

Although at least I learned a few rudimentary self-defense tactics. Which
I sincerely hoped I'd never have to use because I was still worried about
what the bully would do to me once he got his breath back.

"Well OK, just knee him and run like hell then" said Constantin.

Good idea. As long as the bully doesn't know where I live. But an even
BETTER idea would go like THIS. I'd say to the skin heads (four of them)
"If I were you, I'd leave." and then they'd be wondering why they should
think about doing that when Constantin and Isac would step out of the
shadows. Yeah, that would work. Not that they would be intimidated at
FIRST...

Right. Constantin AND Isac. I was in love with Constantin and he was in
love with me but we agreed since we couldn't get married or anything
right away he needed us. We were the Three Musketeers. All for one and
one for all. Cool! Once Constantin got his cast off in early November we
usually went to his house. After school, after Taekwondo class, almost
any excuse would do. We'd strip down to our boxers and chase each other
around the house. Practice Taekwondo moves. Or WWF moves. Or whatever. We
got so used to each other that there were times we weren't even hard
while we were doing this. No matter how difficult that might be to
believe, sometimes we really weren't! I thought it was pretty cool, like,
"Oh, your dick's hanging out. Here, let me put it back for you" and...
well, that was cool. Honest. Feeling it soft was interesting. Nobody
stayed like that for all THAT long, but it was still... well, it was
almost feeling like you were married. Except now there were THREE of
us.

Isac needed us because Tyndal and the twins were more often than not tied
up with basketball practice. And once basketball was over it would
probably be baseball, so really, he NEEDED us. And besides, he was
fucking beautiful. And how could you possibly say no to someone who could
be so kind and sweet and and hot and would be mostly alone otherwise...
you couldn't.

We needed to talk. OK, we didn't HAVE to, but you can't just wrestle
around and have sex constantly, right? Sometimes you had to catch your
breath. Even if our talk more often than not was ABOUT sex which had the
effect of getting us horny again which led to more wrestling which
inevitably led to whoever found himself on the bottom getting fucked... I
was aware that either Isac and Constantin could've easily extricated
themselves from whatever hold I had on them, but then that wasn't the
point, now was it?

Like for instance that first night Isac spent with Tommy and Dorsey, when
they jumped on him and started wrestling he could've easily put a stop to
it but he didn't want to. "And besides" he said, "Beating up the guys
you're having your first sleepover with isn't a very good way of
encouraging any additional ones."

"Guess not" I allowed, then I asked, "But that first night over at their
house, did you have any idea what was going to happen?"

"No, not really. I knew they were awfully hyper, so in a WAY it wasn't
surprising-"

Constantin interrupted, "Did you think you were gay back then?"

"The thought had crossed my mind... but I'm not sure. ... But I DID want
to play around some."

"So anyway, they started wrestling on you, right?" I wanted to get back
to the good part.

"Yeah. We were in our boxers playing Nintendo up in their room. Which I'm
not very good at. But we were arguing about something... I don't remember
WHAT, but they jumped me. And I let them pin me because... well, just
BECAUSE."

"Because they were soft and warm and if you get lucky you might get a
feel between their legs..." (Good. Constantin was back on track too.)

"Exactly" Isac laughed. "EXACTLY."

"So who felt who first?" I wondered.

"I have no idea, we were just wrestling around on the carpet. So I'm sure
everybody got some decent feels; I know I did; but it was Dorsey who
first put his hand up INSIDE my shorts. It felt like an electric shock!"

"Yeah, ZOWIE!" I added appreciatively, "But how did you know it was
Dorsey and not Tommy?"

"Because Tommy started pulling Dorsey's shorts down about then. ... And I
KNEW it was Dorsey with his hand on my prick because he was telling TOMMY
to cut it out. ... AND... shortly after that we were all naked. And
THEN-"

And at THIS point I'll briefly summarize things. Or at least I'll be SORT
of  brief. So. They were wrestling around naked and getting lots of
really good feels. Until the twins wondered if Isac had ever done a
circle jerk. Isac said they both asked at about the same time. But
anyway, Isac said no he hadn't, what was it? He KNEW what it was, but
didn't want to let on too much. (But he hadn't ever DONE it. Not the
circle jerk thing.) So one of the twins (at points it gets confusing)
said "Well, like this" and started pulling on Isac's. And so they did.
Jerked each other off. (And by the way, at that time he couldn't cum. But
he said it still felt good.) But anyway...(oh, and the twins COULD. Cum.
He thought that was cool.)... but ANYway they ended up sleeping together
on the twins' waterbead. Naked. And got lots and lots of good feels all
night long. But apparently not much sleep. So at that point he knew he
was gay and was happy to have arrived at that conclusion as long as his
father didn't find out. Even if his father's Reformed and not Orthodox.
In fact, he said if his father ever DID find out, it was possible he
might accept it even if he wouldn't be thrilled to death. And he probably
would find out EVENTUALLY, but Isac was hoping that would be at 17 or 18.

Or possibly at around 35. (I just decided to start another paragraph
here, OK?) So OK. Second sleepover Tommy said "I want to show you
something" and down he went. Zowie for sure and Isac of course returned
the favor and didn't find it to be awful. And that was also when he first
discovered his hole was an erogenous zone. Because either Tommy or Dorsey
stuck his finger up into it. ZOWIE!! But he was pretty sure it was Tommy
who fucked Dorsey that night. Merely to demonstrate that it could be done
and that it felt good for both of them.

It wasn't until the FOURTH sleepover that Isac first got it up HIS. (And
it was Dorsey. He made it a point to find out exactly who did it first.)
So I'd want to know myself. But we wondered if it hurt at first. "Well
hell YES" he said, "but I knew what I wanted so it was worth it. Except I
had no idea HOW much I wanted it until I found out how good it could
feel."

But anyway. During the fifth sleepover the club was mentioned and after
the sixth Isac said OK. And the initiation was a trip except for the
water hose which mostly sucked. Then he asked if either of us had ever
experienced a water hose up our butt. Which I hadn't but Constantin said
he'd stuck one up his a day or so after Isac's initiation because he
wondered what it would feel like.

"So what DID it feel like?" I asked.

"Bloated" he replied.

But at any rate it was time for us to get dressed because Constantin's
folks would be back about any time. But that brought up the question of
how HIS dad would react if HE were to find out. About Constantin being
gay, I mean.

"Don't know and don't want to find out" he said. "Maybe he'd accept it
and maybe not, I have no idea, but at least... Hey! I got a story! You
want to hear about MY first time?"

"I thought your first time was with Tyndal" I said. (By then we were
walking over to the park. Not that many people around, so we'd go sit up
on the hill close to the woods.)

"Well OK, it was my first ALMOST time then. Except it wasn't even that.
But it was still pretty weird. You remember Jack?"

"You mean the preacher's kid Jack? At that church you used to go to? THAT
Jack?"

"Yeah, THAT Jack."

"No WAY! You have GOT to be KIDDING!!"

"So would one of you please fill me in on a few details? Like who in the
fuck is JACK and... well, what church are you talking about anyway? I
thought your folks were Methodists." (So that would be Isac speaking.)

I exclaimed, "You never heard of The Church of the Good SHEPPERD?"

"That wasn't a church, it was some kind of cult-"

"Yeah. You're telling me" Constantin cut in, "and my folks finally
figured that much out. I don't know how they ever got mixed up with that
stuff, but they did, right before I turned twelve. I guess at first it
seemed all right, but we left before the shit started hitting the fan.
But BEFORE all that-"

But before all that, I guess I should fill you in on a few details. The
Church of the Good Sheppard was one of those storefront
non-denominational deals. Fortunately my father wanted nothing to do with
them because they were Charismatics. Speaking in unknown tongues and all.
He doesn't "believe" in that. But at any rate, for awhile that church was
growing by leaps and bounds. Guess the preacher was very charismatic. But
then they started a revival. which was after Constantin's parents had
seen the light and left, but anyway, this evangelist just stayed and
stayed. For more than a MONTH. Even though at least three fourths of the
members had LEFT the church. They started leaving right after the revival
started. Because this evangelist preached on The End Times, the hidden
homosexual agenda, how he needed more tithes and offerings to keep the
revival going and beating the Devil out of your children. And it was that
last part that bothered a lot of people and eventually got Human Services
interested in exactly what was going ON at that church. Which started
coming to light when one of the few remaining children there went to the
local Human Services office. Now my father had nothing against The End
Times; he was all for that; and he certainly had little use for
homoSEXuALS (which should explain exactly when I was going to come out)
(after I was out from under his roof, thank you very much; I mean I
wasn't into maytrdom at ALL); but he did look unfavorably at Charismatics
begging for money and while he had nothing against corporal punishment,
he at least thought there should be a reason for it first. But this
evangelist was saying it ought to be at least two times a day whether
your kid had done anything or not. Because children are inherently
sinful. So you get up in the morning, pee, brush your teeth, get dressed,
go down for breakfast and it's like "Well good morning son" WHAP WHAP....
So the police and Human Services swooped in and took the remaining
children away and placed them in temporary foster care and arrested the
parents AND the evangelist AND the preacher. And that takes care of most
of the details.

So anyway... Well OK, everybody but the evangelist eventually got out of
that mess with nothing more than a slap on the wrist really; and the
evangelist might have gotten out of it too except it turned out the state
of Michigan ALSO wanted him; but ANYway...

Well OK, that also marked the end of The Church of the Good Sheppard. At
least in OUR town. So Jack and his father left. Which FINALLY gets us
back to the BEFORE when Constantin had his first "almost" sexual
experience. With the preacher's kid. And recalling just how pious and
goody goody that boy was, I HAD to hear about it. (So it looks like you
will too.)

Well, it was sort of interesting, actually.

"You've got to admit he was sort of good looking" said Constantin.

"Well, sorta but-"

"But" Constantin interrupted me, "I didn't like him. He was always holier
than thou. You know how he was. But one day his old man came by our house
to visit. And Jack was with him, so I had to entertain him for awhile.
Sooo... we went over to the basketball goal to shoot some." (Which would
be in a vacant lot about half a block from his house.) "So anyway, we
were playing when I noticed he had to pee real bad. You start jumping
around and walking stiff-legged and all and then pretty soon you almost
can't help holding yourself. But he'd NEVER start holding himself in
front of ME, so he's just hopping around telling me to please hurry UP.
So I said `Well, if you have to take a leak, why don't you just do it on
the side of the garage? Nobody's gonna see' but he didn't want to do
that. He couldn't even bring himself to SAY what he needed to do, just
for me to please hurry UP. So if THAT was how he wanted to be, I guessed
I'd draw the game out until he wet his pants."

Isac goes, "Well DID he?"

And I went, "You mean that's IT? You made him wet his pants and that's
IT?"

"No, that's not IT. That's when IT started. In case you're interested
though, finally he just said real fast like `You WIN damn it' and he took
off running. Don't know if he made it or not, but-"

"He said DAMN? Jack said a CUSS word?" And that would be me talking.
(Having Isac along is sort of complicating things.)

"Well it shocked me too. So I think `Maybe he's not so bad after all.'

"Because he said a cuss word." Which came out as a statement. From Isac.
A somewhat dubious statement.

"Well for HIM it was major. His old man? One time he preached on how you
would go to Hell for saying words like darn and heck. Because darn was a
substitute for damn and heck for Hell."

"So I guess `oh fudge' and `shoot' would be out too" I added helpfully.

"Right."

"Sheesh!" said Isac in reference to the evils of darn and heck and fudge
and shoot, "That is WEIRD!"

"And one time he preached on hula hoops too. And if he preached on
something that meant he was against it. But whatever, Jack was running
around saying darn and heck and even talking about girl's boobs so I
guessed maybe he wasn't so bad after all so one day during church I was
sitting in back with him and he popped a boner. Just one of those things
that happens when you're 14; that's how old he was; but I saw it and I
slugged it with my fist. Just for the hell of it. And he just giggled.
So-"

"And that's your `almost' sexual experience. Well that doesn't count
worth a DAMN" Isac started, but then Constantin cut him off with "Well,
that WASN'T it. ... But he did have a big one."

"How big?" me and Isac asked almost in unison.

"A lot bigger than Tyndal's and it was outlined real good. And that's the
first time-"

I wondered, "HOW much bigger than Tyndal's?"

"It was at least eight inches. Maybe even more. And that's the first-"

"WOW!" exclaimed both me and Isac at once.

Constantin started giggling "Will you both shut the fuck UP? I'm getting
to the good part, OK?" (So we said fine, GET to the good part.) "I just
wanted to say that when I popped him, THAT was the first time I'd ever
done anything like that. I wanted to with some others but that was my
first. It felt like hitting an iron pipe. But anyway, now comes the good
part."

"Well it is about damn time" I interrupted. So Constantin slugged me on
the arm and continued.

"The next Friday night he asked if I wanted to camp out with him. Up in
his tree house. So I did. We played Monopoly until it got dark, then we
told ghost stories and then about an hour after the lights went out in
his house things started getting weird. First he started getting ready
for bed. So he got down to his undies and his tee shirt. I was thinking
we'd be sleeping in our clothes but oh well, sleeping in that tree house
in our undies seemed to be sort of exciting, so I got down to mine too.
But then he said he wasn't sleepy yet. So we sat around talking about
girls. I don't think he knew any more about them than I did though, so
nobody ended up getting excited. But THEN he said he needed to take a
leak. And he wondered if I didn't need to go too. So I was shocked,
simply SHOCKED, but why not?

So he said, `Well lets see who can do it the furtherest then. We'll stand
at the door.'

So I was even MORE shocked, but yeah, sure. So we did. And I looked over
at him and he was looking at me. Then he glanced down at my peter so I
looked at his. And it was BIG. And he was peeing and I could see it
coming out. And don't even THINK about interrupting me again, because I'd
just turned 12, so is that OK? It was a LITTLE exciting, OK? But then
things started getting VERY weird. First he wanted us to get dressed
again, but just so we could play strip poker. He said it would be fun. We
didn't have any cards because it was sinful and come to think of it he
also didn't know how to play poker but we used the Monopoly dice. So it
was a close game but finally both of us were down to our undershorts.
That's all. So whoever lost the next roll was going to be naked. Which I
mentioned. Only he said we'd just keep playing. So I sure wondered about
THAT, but anyway, he lost. The next roll. And I'm like `Yes! Yes!'
Because I'd already noticed that he had a MAJOR hard-on. And me too, but
not like he did. Because mine hadn't even started growing yet. But he
said `Oh heck' and got naked. Milestone. First big hard-on I'd ever seen.
It HAD to be EIGHT inches at LEAST. Big around too. BIG! Which
embarrassed him, but he kind of laughed and WHACKED it up against the
door once. He went, `I wish that darn thing would just go DOWN!"

"Whacking it up side the door is not a very good way to make go down" I
observed.

"But then if you whack it long enough, it'll work" Isac added.

But Constantin just ignored us and continued on. "So he sits back down
and starts shaking the dice in his hand. But me, I'm like `So if you lose
again, THEN what? You don't have anything left to take off.' So he
thought about it. And whacked his dick on the floor again. Like WHAP! And
NO, that didn't make it go down. But finally he said if he lost again
he'd have to climb down and run to the fence and back. Back yard fence.
And he DID lose. So he took about one deep breath, and down the ladder he
went. Just bouncing. I couldn't take my eyes OFF of it. To tell you the
truth I was shining the flashlight on him.

So he went, `Cut that OUT!'

So I told him I was just making sure he ran all the way to the fence.

But he said something like, `So you don't need to be shining the light on
me. You can see, so just cut it out!'

Sooo... I switched it off. Until he started running. Then I turned it
back on again and kept it right on his ass (and it was really PALE), then
once he headed back, on his boner.

So he got to the ladder and started climbing back up. And said, `I'm
WARNING you...' Like I was real scared.

But still, I switched the light off. Then I switched it back on again.
And it was still hard as a brick. He went, `Just wait! You just wait!'

So I guessed maybe this time I should turn it off for good. But SOON as
he got back inside, he jumped on me! And him naked! And he started trying
to yank my shorts down! Right down to my knees. But the only reason that
happened was because I WANTED him to be wrestling on me. And besides, it
gave me a real good reason to grab his boner.

But then things started happening. He twisted. So I was on his back. But
I was still latched on to his dick. Then he sort of gasped, and DOVE to
the floor. He could of broke my arm like that. He yelled `Let Go of me!'
and jerked my hand away. But THEN he went, `Oh SHIT! You just made me do
something!' And to tell you the truth, right then I didn't know what he
was talking about. And he wouldn't TELL me either, he was wanting me to
LEAVE. THEN. Like, `GO HOME!'

So I FELT like it, but that time of the night, no. And besides, whatever
it was I'd made him do, I didn't want to try explaining to my dad. So I
told him I COULDN'T leave until morning. But I think he said five words
after that and I said one. Like I was over on my side and he was still
kind of snorting and shit and then it hit me. I'm like `Oh. THAT! Well
damn!' That's what I thought, but I sniggered or something and he goes,
`What's so funny?' and I said `Nothing' and he said `Screw you.' And
that's the end of the story. But it was SORT of interesting, right?"

"It probably would've been a lot MORE interesting if you'd made up some
ADDITIONAL shit, but knowing him, I guess it was" I said.

"Yeah" said Isac, "Like it just exPLODED. All OVER the place. And he's
going, `Oh NOOOOO. .... eight inches huh?"

"Probably MORE than that."

"Well why didn't you just SIT on it then? Bet THAT would've gotten his
attention in a HURRY!" The Isac everybody knew at school was a lot
different from the Isac WE knew.

"Shit" I said, "They probably would've been having an exorcism real soon.
... Did they HAVE exorcisms?"

"They BEAT it out of them, remember?"

"So maybe Jack would've gotten some enjoyment out of it, who knows? I
mean whacking his damn dong on the fucking FLOOR-"

"Hey Constantin" Isac interrupted (me) "first time YOU got fucked, what
was it like?"

"It hurt. But it felt good. Sound familiar? But after what you said about
me sitting on Jack's dong... Damn. That WOULD'VE hurt. SHIT! I would have
been walking funny for a WEEK... but you might not believe this, but the
first time? It was with Tyndal. And I DID sit on it. I swear. I just
thought `Well fuck, if he ain't gonna do it, I'll do it FOR him' and I'd
lubed myself up REAL good and he must've thought I was just jerking him
off, but I was lubing it up too... and then I did it. And as SOON as it
started going in I thought `Oh boy, I have fucked up BIG time! ... but it
worked out OK. ... And that's all there is to it. ... I'm not making this
up. That's how it happened."

And me and Isac went in more or less in unison, "Damn! REALLY?"

But anyway. About a week after that interesting conversation (at least I
hope it was of SOME interest) (it was character development, OK? I mean I
like to know a few things about the people who're doing me.) but ANYway,
about a week later Dorsey didn't make the final cut. You know, trying out
for the jv team. So now we were four. And THEN Tommy decided "Well shit,
I'm just gonna be glued to the bench anyway, so I quit" and he did so now
we were five. The five gay maruaders or something. Not COMPLETELY all for
one and one for all inasmuch as the twins were a bit hyper at times ("a
bit" my ass), but at any rate, the adventure continues next chapter.

Although I suppose so as not to confuse what readers I might have left, I
should mention that the NEXT chapter has a story WITHIN the story. Which
serves a good purpose and anyway Stephen King does shit like that all the
time. So I figured I might as well too. But hopefully it'll be clear
sooner of later. (And whether it ever is or not, it still has sex in it.)

So till next time?


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