Caution/Welcome. The following is a gay fantasy about two young celebrities, the Australian guitar prodigy Nathan Cavaleri and the young German actor and singer Constantin von Jascheroff. It takes place in historic Colmberg, Bavaria, in 1996, early in the careers of the two boys when Nathan was thirteen and Constantin ten. This story does not reflect nor imply their real sexual orientation, nor a real event in their lives. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities or about young boys enjoying their sexuality, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment and the celebration of boyhood. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. It has been written in response to a request by a loyal supporter of the author's writing. Comments and story suggestions can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
A BAVARIAN SUMMER AFTERNOON
Constantin leaned forward in his metal folding chair, his eyes fixed on the boy on the open air stage as if hypnotized by his playing. In a way the ten-year-old was. Never had he heard of such music. Blues-rock he'd heard someone call it. Constantin came from a musical family and he himself played the piano, and though he enjoyed modern music, mostly techno and hip hop, this blues-rock was like nothing he'd ever heard before. Although having only turned ten four months ago, he'd been to many musical festivals and had heard many great musicians, and never had he heard music played so wonderfully as that afternoon. He watched the boy's fingers intricately working the strings as the boy leaned into the guitar and it seemed to become part of him, an extension of his body. Someone in the audience commented about his impassioned fretwork, and that he'd never seen anyone perform with such sensitivity. Another commented that he had never heard anyone play the twelve-bar blues with such skill, and would never have expected a thirteen-year-old to be able to play such intricate pieces.
Constantin did not know anything about fretwork or blues-rock or guitars. What he did know about was passion and artistry and good music, and that was what he was witnessing. The curly-haired teenager on the stage was an artist and playing with a passion that came from deep inside, and the music that resulted was awesome. It made his heart race when the young boy, barely into his teens, rapidly strummed the strings, and his feet wanted to tap when he played a particularly searing piece. As he listened to the music, at one moment it seemed to buoy him up and make him want to sing with happiness, and then the next moment the tune sounded so soulful he wanted to cry. It was a wonderful thing for music to affect his emotions so, and a tribute to the boy playing the guitar.
When the boy finished, the audience stood and applauded in earnest, and Constantin stood and applauded also. As those in the front stepped forward and surrounded the young performer and told him how wonderful his playing was, Constantin wanted to step forward and tell him how great he thought it was too, but more adults were crowding around the boy. When you are only ten and four-foot-six and sixty-eight pounds, adults don't notice you. The curly- haired teenager probably wouldn't care what he thought anyway, not compared to adults who knew what they were talking about and who were important.
As the crowd pressed around the young prodigy, Constantin slipped away. It was a wonderful summer afternoon, the sun beating down hotly from the cloudless, deep Prussian blue sky. It was a beautiful, hot day, and a beautiful place for a weekend of music. Baron von Gutshof of Colmberg was a well-known patron of the arts, and one of the highlights of the summer was the annual gathering the best musicians and choristers on his estate for a weekend of music open to the citizens of Colmberg and to any tourists who might be in the area visiting the nearby nature park Frankenhohe or staying in the Castle Colmberg hotel. At one time the estate had been a private residence where the aristocracy gathered for important business and for luxuriant banquets and lavish entertainment. Now the manor, across the parking lot and in the shadow of Castle Colmberg, was a bed and breakfast, and most of the estate open to the public for a small fee.
Constantin strolled along one of the many interconnecting cobblestone paths, taking the stroller from one well-maintained flower garden to another, cutting across trim lawns where each blade of grass was as tall as all the others, and weaving past artistically planted native and foreign copses. He wandered aimlessly as he thought about the weekend. It had been fantastic so far, a smorgasbord of music from all over the world. There had been the Vienna boys choir, Naho Vemura and Tamami Muramatsu of Japan playing a violin and piano duet, Gil and Tal Ofarim fresh from a performance in Munich with their father, a new boy band from American that he'd never heard of and which had just finished recording in Sweden by the strange name of the Backstreet Boys, and of course himself. The list went on and on.
He'd been honoured to have been asked to sing at the weekend concert. Although not as famous as many of the other performers, he was well known in Germany, mainly from his role as the blond-haired brat Titus in the television show "Titus, der Satansbraten" and from his single "Freiheit fuer die Ferkel". He enjoyed performing, and was becoming known also for his synchronization from the dubbing he'd done as the voice of Bobo in "Bobo and the Hare Gang" and as Antonin Dvorzak as a child. Finding himself back near the open air stage, Constantin sat on one of the many benches scattered throughout the estate and sliding back and swinging his feet, he thought again of the stirring guitar music he had heard being played that afternoon. It was not until the shadow passed over him that he realized that he was not alone.
"Sorry, I did not mean to intrude."
Constantin looked up at the speaker and seeing the boy he'd just been thinking about, smiled. "It is not a trouble. I do not have my name on the place," he said with a grin as he tried to make a joke of it.
The other smiled. It was an honest, sincere smile, the type of smile that made one feel good inside. He had long, feathery eyelashes and his thick, curly, dark-brown hair fell over his forehead and curled over his ears and the collar of his jeans jacket.
"You may sit too, if you are so inclined."
"Thanks," Nathan said as he accepted the offer. "It is beautiful here, isn't it?"
"Yes. Much beautiful, the flowers and the gardens," Constantin said. "But I would imaginate you have such beautiful places in England also."
"I suppose England does," the boy responded with a smile. "I wouldn't know. I'm from Australia."
"Oh, I am sorry," Constantin responded, the blond-haired boy immediately beginning to turn red. "I thought, from your accent, well ."
"A common mistake. There are a lot of similarities in our accents, which I guess makes sense being descendants from England."
"You will excuse me, but my English is not so good."
"You speak English very well," Nathan responded honestly.
"Thank you. It is necessary in Germany to learn a second language, and English is the language many choose."
"I wish I knew a second language," the boy said. "My name is Nathan by the way. Nathan Cavaleri."
"Constantin von Jascheroff," Constantin said. "I heard you play this afternoon, just a little while ago. You were wonderful."
"Thanks. But I was not so great. I really screwed up on the tab and chord progressions in the middle of "Workin' On It". And the riffs in "Ain't That Enough" if B. B. King had heard the way I played them he'd have chewed out my ass but good." Constantin smiled as he looked at the boy. He was unaccustomed to being with anyone who used such words as screwed and ass, and somehow just hearing them said made him feel less of a child and more of an equal to the boy sitting beside him. "You play an instrument?"
"Yes, I play the piano a bit. But that is not why I am here this weekend.
My instrument for this weekend is my voice. I am here to sing."
"Cool. What type of songs? Folk? Modern?"
"Mostly hip hop."
"Cool. When do you perform? I'd like to hear you."
"In a couple hours. At five."
"Great."
Constantin smiled. The ten-year-old had expressive blue eyes and a small nose and mouth with rosy, round cheeks. His blond hair was fine and bleached by the summer sun and he wore it combed over the sides and in bangs in front. It was not so long as to cover his ears. The two boys sat there in silence. The beautiful melody of a Strauss waltz from the salon orchestra swept through the trees and across the clearing and the two boys sat and listened to it.
"That is a beautiful sound, the melody of a salon orchestra," Constantin observed.
"Yes it is. I love classical music almost as much as I enjoy blues-rock."
"Blues-rock. Until this day I have never heard this music before."
"It is very popular in some parts of the world. The blues themselves began with the Negro slaves in the cotton fields in the southern states in America. Many black musicians are known for their blues music. My all time idol way back when I was four and beginning to play the guitar was Mark Knopfler, and last summer I toured with B. B. King. Blues-rock has become very popular in Australia, and playing in the pubs especially is really cool. And it's becoming real popular in some of the pubs here in Germany too." Nathan realized that most of what he'd said didn't mean much to the young German boy. "Sorry. When it comes to talking about my music, I get carried away."
"It is a good fault to have."
"It is just that to me, music is so important," Nathan observed. "When we're about to start a new tour, I can't wait to get on the bus and get going."
"I can understand. When I heard you play I could tell you put your heart into it. I heard many in the audience say so also."
"Thanks," Nathan responded, pleased with the complement. "I do. When I'm jamming with my dad, or some of my mates, it's like the music possesses me."
"Music is powerful how it can make you feel."
"Oh yeah. It's great talking to someone who understands," Nathan said sincerely as he looked at the young German singer, and Constantin smiled back with a warm feeling in his heart. "Like right now. What does the music do to you?"
Constantin listened carefully. The orchestra was playing another waltz by Johann Strauss, his famous "By the Beautiful Blue Danube." Constantin concentrated on the melody. "It makes me think about the clouds, how they sweep gracefully through the sky, and makes me wish I was a cloud too."
"Yes," Nathan said, pleased. "It does that."
The two boys listened to the music flowing through the air. "Or to be a butterfly and go flitting from flower to flower or here and there across the lawn."
"Let's," said Nathan with a smile. Leaping to his feet and taking Constantin by the hand, he darted and twirled down the path from one side to the next in time with the music. "Actually," he said, "such music reminds me of fancy ballroom dances with flowing gowns and tuxedos with long tails." Wrapping his left arm about Constantin's waist and holding up his right hand with his, he spun out onto the lawn with long, sweeping steps, spinning him around in an improvised waltz before the boy could object that he didn't know how to dance. When the orchestra stopped so did the two boys, both out of breath.
"Actually," Nathan gasped, "listening to the refrains of classical music by a string orchestra makes me want to strip naked and make long, tender love."
Constantin giggled. "Well, I would not know about that," he said.
Nathan looked around as the music started up again, Samuel Barber's "Adagio for Strings". A smile slowly curled his lips. "Come," he said. There was a small copse of hawthorn in the middle of the lawn, circled by a wide flowerbed of purple, white and yellow flowers. Stepping carefully through the flowers and ducking under the branches with their sharp spikes, he lead Constantin to a small grassy clearing in the centre of the copse. Removing his jean jacket and unbuttoning and removing his shirt, he eased off his shoes, and unzipping his pants, he began to lower them. "Com'on, let's get naked," he urged.
Constantin looked about hesitantly. The hawthorn copse was too thick to see through, and no adult was going to walk through the flowerbed and then crawl through the thorny copse. He reached up and unbuttoned his shirt and his heart began to speed up in his chest. As he pulled down his fly and undid the top button of his trousers, he felt a growing excitement, a feeling of anticipation and of guilt, the type of guilt one felt when he was about to do something naughty, but not all that bad. Nathan waited for him, and then pushed down his blue plaid boxer-briefs as Constantin slipped his fingers under the elastic band of his white jockey briefs and pushed them down.
"In the outback, the aboriginals often go naked in the heat of the summer, especially when they are on a quest, like the dream time," Nathan observed, standing on one leg and pulling off his sock, then standing on the other and pulling the second off.
"There are many nudist camps in Germany," observed Constantin as he removed his stockings and then stood and glanced at the older boy. His body was smooth and hairless except for a small patch of dark brown hair above his dick. He noticed that his penis was encased in a foreskin as was his own, but it was considerably longer and thicker, like a small pork sausage.
Stepping over to Constantin, Nathan slipped his arms about him, and drawing his naked body to his, he bent his head and kissed him. Caught by surprise, but not with displeasure, Constantin made no resistence as the older boy pressed his smooth, moist lips against his. Their lips parted and the Australian boy looked at him with half-closed eyes. He slowly reached up and touched Constantin's smooth cheek gently with the tips of his fingers, stroking it ever so lightly, and then kissed him again, and then a third time. He reached down and took the younger boy's limp penis in his hand.
"What do you usually call this?"
"My penis?"
"Yes. Is that the name you usually use?"
"Yeah," he said with a shrug. "Or my wiener."
"We use the same words in Australia. Do you like to play with it?"
"Well," Constantin replied hesitantly. "It does feel nice when it is touched, but I've been told not to do it."
"So have I," said Nathan with a conspiring smile. "So I do it when those who would object are not around." He squeezed the boy's limp penis and gave it a few gentle tugs, and then reaching over with his other hand, took Constantin's hand and placed it on his own dick. "Does the music not make you want to make love?" The faint retrains of another Strauss waltz could be heard through the hawthorn trees.
"I do not know about making love," Constantin replied with a giggle, his fingers still wrapped about Nathan's smooth, warm wiener where the older boy had left them. "To be honest I do not really look for the company of girls yet."
"You don't need girls to make love."
"You do not?" Constantin asked, looking up at the older boy in surprise.
In reply Nathan embraced him and kissed him once more, and as Constantin slipped his arms about the older boy's waist, Nathan drew Constantin's naked body closer to his own so his penis pressed against Constantin's flat stomach. Slipping his hands down Constantin's back, Nathan caressed his smooth buttocks as he kissed him a second time.
"How did that make you feel?" Nathan asked softly after breaking the kiss and drawing back and looking down at the boy.
"It . . . well . . . it. . . ."
"Did you dislike it?"
"No, not at all," Constantin responded quickly. "Just the opposite."
"It was pleasant?"
"Yes," Constantin replied. "Very," he added as he tried poorly to put into words just how he'd felt.
"There is more pleasantness that can be had. Much more. If you would like to learn."
"Sure."
Nathan guided the younger boy to the ground so Constantin was lying on his back in the long, lush grass and propped up on his elbows so he could watch. Kneeling beside him, Nathan paused to enjoy the fragrance of the freshly crushed grass, and the sight of Constantin's delightful boyhood. His penis hung between his legs, an inch-and-a-half and no thicker than his thumb, his cocklet barely as long as his balls over which it rested. The sack holding his testicles was smooth and hairless and you could see his two oval nuts inside the thin skin. Taking Constantin's soft, limp organ between his thumb and forefinger and lifting it up, he bent over and slipped his lips over it, sliding them down the shaft until his lips were wrapped about the base and pressed against Constantin's smooth pubes. Nathan slowly swirled his tongue around the soft, tender organ, caressing it and delighting in its raw taste as he inhaled through his nose. The delightful and unique fragrance of his new friend's boyhood filled his lungs and he closed his eyes in delight as he gently sucked on the sensitive organ.
Constantin lay there totally surprised by Nathan's actions. He had taken his penis in his mouth, that most precious and valued part of his body, that one thing a boy could claim ownership of that a girl could not. That same precious organ was also considered to be particularly dirty, his mom constantly reminding him to wash his hands after touching it. For some reason it was also something to be ashamed of, something to be kept hidden and never spoken of. Despite those negative aspects, Nathan had willingly slipped his mouth over it. He now felt pressure beginning to build around his delicate organ as Nathan began to gently suck on it.
Constantin had discovered the pleasure of fondling his penis two years ago, shortly after he had turned eight, but that activity had been quickly discouraged by his parents as soon as they had noticed him doing it, and so since then it had been limited to the occasional yielding to temptation as he lie in bed waiting to fall asleep. The pleasure he was feeling now was very similar, but different, not better or worse, but just different. The heat and the moistness of Nathan's mouth, which was totally engulfing his limp penis, the gentle and constant suction being applied to it, and feeling Nathan's tongue swirling around it and licking it as if it were a peppermint stick were all new experiences and sensations to the young boy, and combined with the eroticism of someone having his wiener in their mouth, resulted in a combination of new and wonderful feelings and thoughts that until then had been totally unknown to the young boy.
Those feelings and thoughts were enticing, like a newly opened box of chocolates held before a child, and they were frightening, like opening the door to a dark and theretofore unknown room. Constantin was not sure exactly how to feel about the fact that the tingling pleasure about the bulb of his penis was being caused by another boy, and by that boy's mouth instead of his own fingers. His penis was private. And he'd been conditioned to think of it as something dirty even though he was a boy and had one and was proud that he did. Despite the fact his penis was private and dirty, what was happening felt good, and he was glad it was with another boy. He, like most boys his age, preferred the company of those of his own sex, finding other boys thought like he did, were interested in what he was interested in, and shared the same dreams and the same fears. Of course his parents and other adults joked about that and told him that he would change his ways, but Constantin had hoped that time would be far off.
Now, as he lay there on his back watching Nathan sucking on that organ which distinguished him as a boy, he was even more convinced that he much preferred the company of boys. No girl would ever think of doing such a thing, and would have most likely made a revolting face and run off to tell had he been the one to suggest doing what Nathan was doing. What he was doing, was not revolting, not in the least. If it had been unpleasant his penis would not be responding as it was, gradually swelling and becoming firm, just like it did when he fiddled with it under the blankets. Getting a bone it was called according to his best friend, and it was a wonderful and marvellous mystery how it happened. He reached down and ran his fingers over Nathan's smooth back as the boy crouched there and sucked on his penis as if he were sucking on a straw. He noticed the look of concentration and the look of pleasure in Nathan's eyes and he felt good because he knew Nathan was enjoying this too.
Nathan was. He delighted in the saltiness and meaty cock taste of the wiener in his mouth, and he delighted in its fragrance. He delighted too in feeling the limp penis slowly swelling between his lips, feeling the growing power and desire in that swelling flesh. He knew the pleasure the young German boy was feeling, because he was a boy himself, and he knew the same feelings even though he was from a country far away and spoke a different language. He knew also that he was the cause of the boy boning up, and that this was the boy's first experience, and that made it all the more special.
Laying down on his side and propping himself up on his left arm so he was in a more comfortable position, Nathan reached up and took Constantin's hand and placed it on his still limp but swelling cock and guided it up and down the length a couple times. As he removed his hand and resumed sucking on the young, stiff cocklet of the German boy, he focussed on the pleasure between his own legs. It felt so different having someone else's fingers clenching his swelling dick, the other's fingers being unpredictable in the length and speed of their stroke, and their clutch being so different from his own, and yet the manipulation of the fingers, though awkward and unfamiliar with the flesh they were holding, was producing results not that different from the pleasure his own fingers had created a thousand times over, and a pleasure that he knew those small fingers had created many times stroking their owner's own dick.
He swirled his tongue around the fleshy boy tube, now swollen and stiff, and delighted in the eroticism of having a boy's cock in his mouth and that boy's fingers grasping his own stiff penis and tugging on it in response to the pleasures pulsating through his own stiff organ. Nathan tightened his lips about the base of the stiff cocklet and began to bob his head up and down, sliding his lips up the slender shaft and over the foreskin-encased bulb at the top and then back down. Each time his lips caressed the swollen bulb he felt the boy quiver with arousal, just as he quivered each time the boy slipped his fist up over his own knob.
Constantin stared down at Nathan as the boy worked his lips up and down his stiff organ, and he squeezed the boy's hard cock and tugged on it as he felt the pleasures ripple through his swollen bulb each time Nathan's mouth slipped over it. He had never held another boy's cock in his fingers before, limp or stiff, and it felt strange holding the thirteen-year-old's throbbing bone in his fingers. In one way it was no different from his own, except being thicker and longer, but yet it felt so different and so foreign too. Of course part of it was knowing he was holding that most precious part of a person's body, that most private part, that part that only boys had.
Although he had stroked himself many times before, he had never played with himself for as long as Nathan had been sucking him. Now with each cycle of Nathan's mouth the intensity of his pleasure seemed to double, and he began to feel a tension developing in the pit of his stomach, as if a spring was being wound tighter and tighter. He concentrated on that new sensation, and he quivered as the pleasure of his itching dickhead become so intense that it was now painful. He squeezed the hot, throbbing cock in his hand and began to jerk it faster in response to his own new feelings and sense of urgency without realizing what he was doing.
Tighter and tighter the spring was winding. Faster and faster he jerked Nathan's hot, throbbing penis. The bulb of his slender cocklet itched and burned now as if it had been skinned, and suddenly his entire organ seemed to go numb. Strange, new sensations rippled through the swollen flesh, wonderful, powerful sensations. Then, suddenly, without warning, the spring in his groin uncoiled, and he began to buck and heave his hips uncontrollably as shock after shock of intense pleasure shot up from deep in his groin and through his throbbing cocklet. He quivered and whimpered with the strange pleasure, with the first orgasm of his life, as his body twitched and jerked on its own accord. His entire groin throbbed and his cocklet was on fire.
Nathan at last removed his lips and raised himself on his arm as he looked over at the trembling, panting boy. Constantin looked back at him, his cheeks flushed a bright red and his deep blue eyes staring back in a daze. His chest was heaving and his heart pounding faster than it ever had before. He looked down at Nathan's stiff dick sticking up from between his legs, and without a word, he crawled around and bent his head. For a moment he hesitated, uncertain if he should do it. It had felt awesome when Nathan had done it to him, but now faced with the idea of putting the boy's penis in his mouth, it did not seem like such a great idea. He slowly leaned forward. Nathan had done it for him. But suppose he did not like it? Suppose it tasted bad? What would Nathan think if he tried it and didn't like it? It was, after all, his penis. He peed with it. You were supposed to wash your hands if just so much as touched it. And, you weren't supposed to touch it except for that one purpose. And he was about to slip his mouth over it!
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Nathan whispered, knowing the thoughts that were going through Constantin's head, having had the same thoughts himself his first few times.
That he didn't have to do it, that Nathan understood what he was thinking that very moment, was all that Constantin needed. Opening his jaws wide, he lowered his head and slipped his mouth over Nathan's knob. The thirteen-year-old boy's cock was longer than his own, almost twice the size, just under four inches long, and it was thicker.
He had observed earlier that it looked like a small pork sausage, and as he concentrated now on the taste of his first cock, Constantin decided that was the closest he could come to describing the flavour too, the flavour of a raw sausage.
Actually, it was not so much the taste that his mind was concentrating on, as it was the fact that he had a boy's cock in his mouth. He actually had that organ that made a boy a boy in his mouth, that special part that was unmentionable and taboo. He closed his eyes and forced himself to concentrate. It was not that bad a taste. Constantin felt a twinge run down his own dick as he thought of that. He slowly eased his lips farther down and found it was not so easy to take Nathan's member in his mouth and to breathe at the same time. He inhaled carefully and was surprised at the musky fragrance of Nathan's crotch. It was not an aroma he was familiar with, but it was delightful. He slowly slipped his lips a bit father down, going slowly and pausing frequently to breathe until he had the Australian musician's cock totally in his mouth.
He then began to do as Nathan had done to him, sucking gently on his penis as he slowly eased his lips back up the shaft and over the bulb of his member, and then slowly eased his lips back down. He stared at Nathan's silky pubic bush as he bobbed his head up and down and sucked on his penis, and as he developed a rhythm he closed his eyes and concentrated on the myriad of thoughts going through his mind. He felt weird sucking on the boy's cock, but aroused too. What he was doing was so secret and so private that he was sure few boys knew about it, and fewer actually did it. It had to be the most personal thing two boys could do together. It had to be taboo considering everything, but that was so wrong. It felt so very good. Besides, he was only bringing another boy the unique and intense pleasure which that very boy had just brought him.
Laying there propped up on his elbows in the hot summer sun and in the long, fresh grass, Nathan watched the young German actor and singer giving his first blow job and he smiled. He remembered giving his first blow job, how he'd been so awed about having a guy's dick in his mouth, and how he'd tried to sort out how something that made two guys feel so great could be considered something so wrong. As Constantin closed his eyes, it was evident that he was concentrating on what he was doing also, and was enjoying it. That did not come as a big surprise to Nathan, having quickly arrived at the same conclusion about the act the first time he'd ever sucked cock.
And so he lay there and concentrated on the pleasure throbbing through his swollen dick and causing the knob to itch as the pressure and tension slowly built in his loins. It was a delightful sensation, and being caused by another boy made it all the more pleasurable. He reached down and stroked Constantin's smooth back as the tempo of the distant chamber orchestra matched the pulsation of his organ.
"When I tell you to pull off, slip your mouth off my dick," Nathan advised between deep breaths as he felt himself approaching his climax.
Constantin did not understand why his mentor would want him to do such a thing when he had not yet brought him to the same uncontrollable peak of ecstasy as he'd been brought, but he trusted the older boy, and as he continued to work his lips up and down the boy's hot, throbbing member he knew whatever Nathan told him to do it had to be the right thing. He swallowed the saliva that had collected in his mouth and had been basting the boy's cock, that delightfully dick-flavoured saliva, and opening his eyes a sliver, he tightened his lips and resumed bobbing his head.
"Now."
Drawing back his head and allowing the hard, hot dick to slip out of his mouth, he stared down as Nathan's flushed, blood-engorged cock jerked wildly in the air and a stream of thick, white cream shot out of the tip and flew through the air. A second shot followed the first as the boy's cock continued to jerk and as Nathan's body now began to convulse as his own had and he rapidly and repeatedly thrust his hips in the air and slammed them down against the ground. Streamer after streamer of the strange, thick creamy sauce shot out of his organ, lacing his smooth, flat stomach, his heaving chest, and his smooth thighs. The boy threw back his head and his lips parted as he gasped and grunted and whimpered as if in pain and yet in obvious pleasure. As Constantin stared at the young, narrow cock jutting up in the air and oozing out still more of the creamy flow, he had no idea what it was or why it had happened, but he knew the strange combination of pleasure and pain that was causing Nathan to quiver.
His chest still heaving, Nathan smiled up at the obviously pleased but shocked ten-year- old, who looked down at him with at first wide-eyed wonder and concern, and then with a relieved smile. Keeping his eyes locked on Constantin's, Nathan slowly reached down and tracing one of the streamers of his cream with the fingertip of his index finger, he gathered it up into a glob and then popped the glob in his mouth and sucked it off. His smile broadened.
"Delicious," he pronounced. "And that was a totally awesome blow job," he added with a sigh as he smiled up at the boy appreciatively.
"What . . . what . . . ah, is that?" Constantin asked, staring down at the white streamers lacing the boy's naked body.
"Cum," replied Nathan. "Semen." He reached down and scooped up another glob with his finger. "Some guys like to cum right in another guy's mouth, but I figured that wouldn't be right for your very first time."
"My . . . ," began Constantin, "I did not do that when you did me."
"You're too young yet," advised Nathan. "But coming dry like you did feels just as awesome." Constantin considered the comment. The two boys smiled. "And you're welcome to have some of mine, if you want."
Constantin's doubt lasted all of one second. He reached down and scooped up a much smaller globule of the unfamiliar cream. It felt strange, warm, wet, sticky. Nathan smiled up at him as he slowly brought it to his lips and tentatively stuck out his tongue. Nathan knew what feeling that special fluid for the first time was like, and the wonder of that first taste. As Constantin extended his tongue until it touched the globule clinging to his fingertip and then drew his tongue back in his mouth, a slender thread remained connected to the fluid left on his finger. Savouring that sweet, delightful nectar of the young boy's balls, he extended his tongue for a second sample. This time the thread broke and fell over his chin. His tongue swept out to lick it off, and the two boys giggled. Glancing down at the source of that wonderful white nectar and seeing the film of cream and translucent fluid coating the exposed knob of Nathan's still erect dick like the butterscotch sauce swirled over an ice cream cone, Constantin instantly lowered his head.
Nathan smiled as he watched Constantin's lips slip over his creamed dick and as he saw the boy's rosy cheeks sink in and felt the pressure of his suction increase around his dickhead. In reward for Constantin's impulsive action, Nathan's balls constricted and a fresh dollop of his creamy boy nectar oozed out of the tip of his cock. He trembled as he felt the hot, moist tongue swirl around his dickhead and he sighed with pleasure. Constantin relished the unique sauce as he licked if off the older boy's cock, and he delighted even more in the sounds of pleasure coming from the older boy. He sucked and licked until he had totally cleaned off his stiff cock, and as he finally raised his head, he looked up at the boy laying on his back for affirmation and with the wish that they could do this all over again.
"After your performance this afternoon, do you return to Berlin?"
"No. My father and I are staying over until tomorrow, here at the Baron's bread and breakfast inn."
"So are my father and I," responded Nathan with a smile.
Constantin smiled back and neither boy had to say anything further. Reaching up and drawing the naked, ten-year-old down on top of him, Nathan wrapped his arms about him and pressed his naked flesh against Constantin's. Their penises, now soft and wet, pressed against each other's body. Their smooth, moist lips, tasting of cock, met in a long, tender kiss. As they broke, Constantin rose slightly and smiled down at the older boy, his breath and Nathan's now smelling of cum, and the two boys closed their eyes and kissed again. They still had a few minutes before he had to dress and go perform, and they wanted to enjoy every second they had together on that delightful Bavarian summer afternoon as the salon string orchestra began their last selection.