Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2008 19:08:16 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Constantin-Chapter 9

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involves sex between underaged boys) well, go AWAY.


                             Constantin
                            chapter nine


Before getting back to the trials and tribulations of Joe (in that OTHER
story) it might be a good idea to go into more detail about the way things
were in our club. By November. That's a good place to start because by then
we had decided we weren't going to BOTHER with rubbers. Which was stupid,
but since no one had come down with anything at that point... well, what can
I say? It was DUMB. (But we were lucky. Just in case you might be
wondering.)

I wouldn't suggest this type of behaviour on anyone else's part though.
Because ACTUAL reality just might jump up and bite you in your behind. And
it's not like doing it until you need glasses either. But doing it bareback
did add a lot of realism to the gang bangs.

But mostly THIS detour is about Constantin. And myself. See, Constantin
never struck me as being a notably modest person. And a good example came up
when Sam Cox was out of town for a week in early November and was paying him
to feed his dogs twice a day. So one rainy unseasonably mild afternoon I
went along. Well, about the time we got over there, the rain started coming
down pretty hard so we were on the back porch waiting for it to slack up.
Only the dogs had seen us and they wanted to be fed. Right then. So after a
bit of THAT racket he went, "Oh fuck. I might as well go feed them because
they're not going to shut up until I do."

"Well you go ahead" I said, "but I'm staying here. You'll get soaked!"

"Not your job anyway. And I might get soaked, but I won't get my clothes
wet" and he started undressing.

"Damn, you're crazy! What if somebody sees you?" I said with some concern.

"Nobody's gonna see me... Out HERE? And if somebody DOES, well so what? I
don't care if they do or not."

"You're crazy!" I repeated.

"I know" he said.

So. We've settled one thing. Sometimes he was fucking CRAZY. Because he
didn't just strip down to his undies, no, he got NAKED.

And then things got worse! Because once finished he decided he was going to
run around for awhile. In Mr. Cox's backyard. Turning frigging cartwheels.
So I started getting nervous. I AM modest. Sometimes. "Will you PLEASE cut
it out? Somebody's going to SEE you!"

He yelled, "Yeah, well, I will soon as you get out here."

"What? No way! No fucking WA-"

"You are! Without clothes. Just like me."

"Like HELL, I will!"

"I'm not coming in until you do."

Well fine then. But I WASN'T. No way. We'd BOTH get arrested. And that's
what I told him. There was NO fucking WAY. Until he threatened to go into
the FRONT yard. If I didn't get my butt out there and stop acting like a
wussy, he WOULD.

Shit, I was so scared my ears were ringing. And that was when I first flew
out there thinking it would be over in about thirty seconds. Just ZOOM out
there, yell at him, then ZIP back to the porch, jump into our clothes and
get the fuck OUT of there. Only that wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Now
it starts getting REALLY weird!

I went running out there fast as I could and HE said, "OK, now we gotta go
jump in the hole."

So I screamed, "WHAT???"

"Come on!" he yelled, and away he went. Goddamn NAKED and me panicking.

"Oh you mutherfucking son of a BITCH!!" and I after him I went. I mean what
else COULD I do?

"The hole" was a do-it-yourself project. If ever finished it would be a back
yard pool but right then it was a big hole in the ground. But if you don't
have your clothes on, being down there is better than out in the middle of
the back yard. So at top speed I hit the slippery slope and I yelled, "Have
you lost- AUUGHH!" SPLAT!! and I slid the rest of the way on my back. He was
sitting down at the bottom.

"Shit!!" I sputtered, then he jumped on me. As the whole idea was to see how
muddy we COULD get. So that's why he started wrestling on me. Which indoors
was a good thing, but... well, you know how it is, but ANYway within seconds
we were muddy as we could possibly get and he rolled off of me. And he
asked, "Think we're muddy enough now?"

"Shit!" I replied and I dived on top of HIM. Then he squirmed free. And then
he threw a glob of mud at me.

So I threw one back and asked, "NOW you think we're muddy enough?"

"Guess so" he said.

"So" I asked, "You got any ideas on how we're supposed to get cleaned up
now?"

Well actually THAT wasn't a problem. The back porch didn't have any rain
guttering, so the water was just pouring off. Although it should be noted
that by unseasonably mild I mean it was in the low sixties, so it wasn't
anything like tropical out there. So we were dancing around and bumping into
each other on purpose. And we HAD to make sure our holes were clean. Having
mud up your tail pipe is not a good thing if you're hoping to get fucked.
For you or for the person doing it to you. But I wasn't actually thinking
about getting it right THEN. Or at least not at first. Because to be
honest... OK, it WAS my idea then. I swear, sometimes I don't have... well,
what can I say, I just get urges sometimes. I ALWAYS got urges, but some
were stupider than others.

Although in a way he DID start it when he was acting like he was humping on
me. So I started fantasizing. About how I was out by myself on the north
forty during a war and a soldier away from his platoon spots me and is
tempted. Soo.. next thing you know I hear myself say, "Hey Constantin, you
bring any lube?"

Then it was his turn to go, "Are you SERIOUS? Out HERE?"

"YES! HURRY!!" So maybe the sane part of me was thinking, "Yeah, but I think
we should hurry." I mean DUH! And that part of me talked some more while he
was getting the stuff. "Have you lost your fucking MIND??"

Yes. I had. But we weren't caught and it was a TRIP! He took me standing up
against the wall. With the rain water pouring down on us. SQUISH SQUISH
SQUISH pant pant pant SQUISH ... for five minutes at LEAST. It's a wonder we
didn't catch pneumonia. We didn't NOTICE while we were AT it, you almost
never do (unless you get caught) but once finished... DUMB! I mean we were
peddling back and he goes, "That was DUMB!" and I go "Who, me?" and he goes,
"Yeah, YOU" and I go "Yeah, well YOU'RE the one who got naked in the first
damn place" and... well, so forth.

But we could have just as easily caught pneumonia or at least a cold
peddling our bikes home that day. We were soaked. So the FIRST thing we did
when we got to his place was get out of our wet clothes and INTO the shower.
As in WARM. That was nice. Almost made it worth it all, just for the feeling
of relief. But then we got horny again. It was his turn, so I tied him up.
Kneeling with his face on the floor. So his butt was up in the air. Then I
pulled his hands back between his legs and tied them to his ankles. He
wasn't going ANYwhere. So there. "You want to go running around in Mr. Cox's
backyard naked and get ME involved? You thought it was FUN, didn't you?
Well! Let's just see how much fun you think THIS is!"

Constantin could've been a pretty good gymnast. The positions he could put
himself in, well... some were interesting.

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Well I just thought I should throw in that in the interest of some
additional character development. Because it's very important to fully
develop my characters, don't you think? And besides, it seems my original
story might've gotten off message a bit. It was wandering about and on the
verge of getting LOST. It's happened before. Like in "Understanding Sex" for
example. Although at least no ducks have showed up. Yet. But ANYway...

But you shouldn't give up on the story within the story either. The one
started in the previous chapter? And you might have been wondering, "Just
where in the HELL is this GOING?" Well, maybe. I thought it was a good idea,
but then I started having second thoughts about the whole damn thing but I'd
already STARTED, so I don't suppose leaving it hanging would be a good thing
either.

So. Let's get BACK to that then. It might work out OK. There's always that
possibility. So. Last chapter it ended on this note: It was increasingly
difficult for me to keep up with everything. I knew we were wasted but even
so I was getting frustrated with him starting to tell me one thing and then
sailing off into something else. But finally I remembered a question.

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"So you started to say something about how sometimes you go in your room
and... so like-"

"Sometimes I lock the mutherfucking door and put on a dress" he interrupted.
"You ever do something like that?"

Calmly I lied, "Well, you might not believe this, but once I went to the
mall in a dress. Well, in a skirt. But no panties."

"You're shitting me!"

No I wasn't I replied and then I made up some more. But he found it hard to
believe I went without panties. "Man!" he said, "I'd NEVER do THAT!" He did
FANTASIZE about doing it though. He'd get in front of his mirror and do a
strip tease. He had a dress, lady's wig, makeup, nylon hose, garter belt and
a pair of bikini panties. While he'd pulled his panties off and looked up
his dress, what really got him off was seeing himself in only his panties,
nylons and garter belt. Slowly and tantalizingly he would peel his panties
down, but he always left the rest on. Then he'd beat off. Then he'd feel
guilty. More often than not. Then he wondered if I thought he was weird.

"Everybody's weird somehow" I replied wisely.

"I'd love to see how you look in that get-up" he said.

"So bring it over sometime" I said.

"How about tomorrow afternoon?" he asked eagerly.

"2 o'clock?"

"Yeah! OK, I will then."

So after we settled on a place to meet, while I was still thinking about it,
I asked him about his brother. I said, "So when we first started talking
about how totally messed up we are, you said something about how you were
curious about your brother. So what do you mean?"

"Oh... well.. I never really paid much attention to him until last summer, I
mean he was just my little pain-in-the-ass brother, that's all, but I never
thought about him growing up. But then one day I did. I mean I couldn't
believe it, the little pansy actually had underarm hair! I never noticed
that before, I hadn't even thought about him starting PUBERTY yet, because I
didn't start until I was almost fifteen. He's getting some hair on his legs
too. But he's always been weird about anybody seeing him naked. So the last
time I'd seen him naked was when he was about twelve. It's not like I've got
a crush on him though... I got a crush on his best friend sort of, but not
on my BROTHER, but just the same I started wondering what he looked like. So
one morning he'd just got up and like he sleeps in these sweat pants and
that's what he was wearing. Blue sweat pants. No shirt. I was eating
breakfast. So it was his turn to mow the lawn. We take turns; I do it one
week and the next week HE'S supposed to do it and it was his turn, OK? So
mom left us a note saying she didn't care whose turn it was but she wanted
the lawn mowed before we went anywhere so I told him about it. Well, he said
he wasn't going to do it until he got ready, which would be later on because
he was going over to Tripp's right after he ate. Tripp's his friend see.
Anyway, we start arguing about it, but he keeps saying he'll do it when he
feels like it and I ain't his damn boss... I mean I'm just explaining how it
happened is all. So OK. So he's got this favorite bowl. I mean in some ways
he's just like a little kid. He HAS to eat his cereal in that bowl. Well, it
was still in the dishwasher. So he was bitching about how I was supposed to
have put the dishes up... Damn! I didn't know when I started this was going
to end up being such a long assed story! You want to smoke another?"

No I said, I'd better not because my uncle didn't know I got high and I
wanted to keep it that way.

"So why don't you just suck my dick then" he said.

"Finish the story and if you really want me to, I will" I answered.

"Well let me smoke one first, OK? We'll find a place to park and you can
suck me off and then I'll finish the story, OK?"

So OK then. But as I was going to it he asked, "You know how many times I've
had my dick sucked before today?"

I shook my head no.

"Once when I was twelve. That's it... And I couldn't cum back then."

Briefly coming up for air, I asked him, "So, you like it?"

"Sure seems that way, don't it?"

"That it does" I said and went back down again.

"So how's it feel on your end?" he wondered.

I shrugged and kept at it. I could tell he was getting close.

About a minute later he managed, "There's one other thing I want to do
before I- Oh shit!" and then he lost it.

"So OK" I said once I'd caught my breath, "Pull your pants up and finish the
damn story."

Shakily he said, "Yeah, OK, but first I want to try something else, OK?" and
real quick he unzipped my pants and reached inside. "I'm going to suck YOU
off" he said.

"You're sure about that." It was more of a question than a statement though.

"I'd just like to know what it's like" he said, So sit up a second so I can
get your pants down."

"You're really sure about this?"

"Yes I am. Now pick your little butt up" he said as he tugged at my pants.
And damn if he didn't do a good job of it. He even swallowed it. I asked if
he felt bad once the deed was done, but he said no, he just wondered what it
was like.

I shrugged. "So now you've got another first, right?"

"No, actually I DID do it one other time. When I was twelve. But I only did
it for maybe a minute and he didn't shoot off. Well, he DID, but not in my
mouth... I jacked him off. See, he was afraid if he shot off in my mouth I'd
freak out. And I don't know, maybe I would've back then."

... "So you going to tell me about THAT?"

"Sure, after I finish telling you about what I did to Charlie last summer. I
mean you DO want to hear the rest, don't you?"

"If you can skip over most of the stuff about your dishwasher, yeah, sure."

"Well the reason I mentioned the dishwasher and his cereal bowl was because
he had to have it. But anyway he went over to the dishwasher and squatted
down to find it and while he was hunting around his sweatpants sort of rode
down and I could see his crack. Not much but enough to sort of get aroused.
It just happens sometimes. But anyway he got his cereal and went out on the
deck so he wouldn't have to listen to me. So I gave him about a minute to
finish, then I went out there and I told him he was GOING to mow the lawn
before he went ANYWHERE. So he said he'd like to see me TRY making him,
which was dumb because I COULD. Well, I picked his bowl up and threw it out
in the back yard. He says he hopes I know I'm going to go get it. I say,
`No, YOU'RE going.' He calls me a son of a bitch. I jerk him up out of his
chair and shove him over to the railing. He's telling me I'd BETTER cut it
out. I say, `Shit, YOU'RE going out in the yard too!' He keeps calling me
names, then all at once I've got him around his waist hanging him headfirst
over the railing. He says, `Let GO of me!' I ask him if he's going to mow
the lawn. He tells me to go to hell. I say, `So you want me to let go, I
will' and I moved my grip down about an inch so I wasn't hanging on to him
around his WAIST anymore; I had the waistband of his sweats. For oh, about a
second then oops, I lost him and there he was in the flower bed and all I
had left was his sweat pants and his undies. I told him, `You better get
your ass out of mom's flowers or she's REALLY going to get pissed!' But he
was pissed too. And since the basement was locked there were only two ways
for him to get back in the house. He could either go around front or he
could go by me. And he wasn't ABOUT to go to the FRONT door and I wouldn't
let him get by; he'd try and I'd shove him back. But... well, he got real
red-faced; but he didn't act as embarrassed as I thought he would. I figured
he'd be acting like a baby and start crying and trying to cover himself but
his dick was bouncing around like crazy and he hardly noticed. He sure
wanted to get back into the house so he could get his clothes on, but I
would've thought he'd act more like a baby. ... But anyway I was going to
make him stay out there for a long time but he started trying to wrestle me
so I could've whipped his ass but I had to let him go because I was getting
hard and I couldn't let him know about that."

So at THAT point all I could get the nerve to ask was, "Well, did he tell?"

"I thought he was; right then I really HATED myself; but he didn't. At least
I don't guess. If he had, I would have heard about it. But I mowed the lawn
that day. I just KNEW he was going to tell."

"Well, is he speaking to you now?"

"Oh sure. We fight all the time, but we get along. I guess we do, anyway."

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"Well, that was MILDLY interesting, but exactly when are you going to get to
the good part?" interrupted Isac. He was getting to be about as bad as the
twins. About interrupting me.

"Well, I'm GETTING there, but see... Well all RIGHT then. I'll skip to where
John is about to ask Joe to do something very weird. And he's about to
explain WHY. But he's not sure Joe will go for this. And I guess he's trying
to give him a little added incentive, so BEFORE he pops the BIG question...
well, this is good, OK? At least I think so. So OK, John asks Joe...

(And the story within the story resumes again. Will it ever END?)

(Yes. It will. I promise. Sooner or later.) So John asks Joe...

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"Do you want to fuck me?"

"You're putting me on, right?"

"No! Maybe I feel guilty about getting off on seeing you getting it up YOUR
ass, or maybe I just want to know what it feels like. Or maybe because I'm
thinking about tomorrow... if you want to, I mean, because I'm going to ask
you to do something really wild... EVENTUALLY ... so you want to?"

"Do I want to fuck you?"

"Yes! You want to?"

"You really don't care?"

"No!! I swear. You're worse than I am and I'm the world's worse! I could've
had some pussy already if I hadn't been so fucking concerned about whether
she really WANTED to. I talked her OUT of it, that's what I ended up doing
and I found out later she screws like a rabbit. No, I- really- don't..
care!! You see my dick's standing up, don't you? And YOUR dick's standing
up, so let's DO it."

"Umm, well, you wouldn't happen to have any K-Y, would you? Anything?"

Well, as a matter of fact he did. And soo.. He said we'd have more room if
we got in back, then he turned facing the side window with one knee on the
seat and his other hanging off and after lubing us up good I hunched up
behind him. I was shaking all over. My first time. Screwing somebody else.
AND... I eased in.

"How's it feel?" he wondered.

"Good" I said as I slid it in further and further. Which was a bit of an
understatement. I could feel his INSIDES squirming. It was warm; almost hot;
about 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit I suppose. Sounds about right. Tight but
slippery. Cautiously I started moving in and out. Not all the wAY out,
but...

"Get closer" he said, "Wrap your arms around my chest and push it in as far
as you can."

So I did. "Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah- it- does, but keep going. It feels good too. And pretty soon it- gets
even better... I heard. So keep going. ...OHHH! FUCK!! YES!! (Guess I got
his prostate.)

And I held out for better than five minutes. Maybe TEN minutes. It was nice.


(Well, how about warm, slippery and squirming then? Because that's about all
I can come up with in trying to put it into words. Except... well, maybe it
was only because I was high, but at times I couldn't tell if it was my dick
squirming or his insides. Maybe both. Whatever, it was an incredible feeling
even if I only imagined it. I was aware of the ridges of his spine, the
softness of his ass, the feel of his ribs, then as I moved my hands
downward, the tautness of his stomach, the coarse dampness of his pubic hair
and the twitching hardness of his erection.) (Better?)

"Can you get in any deeper?"

"Umphth!... I don't think so" I panted. (Much deeper and my balls would've
been in there too.)

And I couldn't go slow anymore either. No WAY! (Sorry.)

Then five or ten minutes later he managed, "Getting close?"

"Yes!!" I gasped.

"Start jerking me off."

Panting, I managed to gasp, "I.. want.. to.. suck it-"

"No, this time just-"

"OH SHIT!! OH WOW!!" I interrupted. It was awesome.

I was HOPING he'd have an orgasm while I was fucking him because I knew how
good THOSE were, but I didn't manage that. Or he didn't. Whatever. Daryl and
Andy weren't interested in me getting off, but still I think it would have
been better if they'd slowed down some, you know? Damn rabbit fucking leaves
a lot to be desired. But it being my first time and all, I guess I didn't do
any better. And John seemed a little disappointed.

I pulled myself out. So THAT'S what my hole looked like after they were
finished! I could always feel it twitching, but looking at John's... son of
a BITCH! And my cum was running down his thigh, I mean WOW! But I still felt
bad about him not getting off too.

"I couldn't hold out any longer" I panted,"But I'll suck you off, OK?"

"Yeah, all right" he said somewhat resignedly, "But first I need to take a
dump. I think you jarred it loose on me. Does it do that to you?"

"Sometimes" I allowed.

And so poop poop poop poop-poop-poop went he. Outside the car peering down
between his legs as he squatted, his penis still standing straight out. He
glanced over in my direction and asked if I saw any paper in the car.

No, I didn't.

"Well, how about throwing me my shorts then" he said. "I'll just have to
wipe myself with them."

Then "Damn!" he said after he'd hurried back inside the car, "It's cold as
SHIT out there! Where's the rest of my clothes?"

I asked, "Well, don't you want me to blow you first?"

"Well sure" he said much to my relief, "but let me put my shirt on anyway.
I'm freezing!"

I thought he looked very sexy wearing his shirt but no pants. And FINALLY I
have reached the end of my account of Saturday and can move on to the NEXT
day.

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And then CONSTANTIN interrupted. "Poop poop poop poop-poop-poop went HE?
Poop poop- Damn! Don't you think you could have put that a little
differently?"

And I COULD have put it differently, but I sort of liked it. I could've been
graphic, or I could just say "poop poop..." But never mind.

It really WAS a mistake though, because the twins thought it was damn
fucking hilarious. To interrupt every other paragraph with "poop poop went
HE!" (only not with just two poops, no, they went pooping CRAZY for awhile)
so actually that turned out to be a bad choice of words on my part.

Isac seemed to be deep in thought though. And aroused. Not all that UNUSUAL
for him, but... to be continued?


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But since the twins have gone hyper again and since my story within the
story has reached the end of Saturday, I suppose this would be a good place
to end this chapter. Which I hope hasn't been too bad. Or confusing.

Really, I hope you've enjoyed reading this. And I thank you.


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