Connor's Compulsion Chapter 4
If you've been reading Connor's story you know by now that this story is a combination of true and fictional events.
The premise and the main characters are based on actual people and real places, but all the names have been changed.
Literary liberties have been taken to make the story more interesting. Depicted are sexual situations involving underage
boys which are extremely graphic, and will get more so as the story unfolds. If you are under the age of 18, or the material
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In this chapter Connor is drawn even further into his relationship with DeAndre. The situation is increasingly out of his control.
Now, let's continue with the story.
Connor's Compulsion – Chapter 4 – No Way Out
Tuesday: Connor never saw DeAndre at all. He wasn't there to intimidate him at the lockers, and Connor didn't catch sight of him
when it was time to "run the gauntlet" to get to his short bus at the end of the school day. It was a relief to be free of the black teen,
but in his gut he feared what might be around the corner tomorrow. During the ride he and Evan joked and laughed, and once again
Connor felt relaxed and comfortable just hanging out with his best friend. "Hey," he asked, feeling nearly back to normal, "You wanna
come over to spend the night on Saturday?" Evan grinned knowingly and said he would ask his mom. When they headed in different
directions from the bus stop Connor waved and called to Evan, "See you tomorrow. Don't forget to ask your mom."
He was surprised when he arrived home. His mother was there, and something in the kitchen smelled really good. "Hey Mom," Connor
chirped, tossing his backpack on the table, "You're home early. What's up?" His mother laughed, and said, "Don't act so shocked. It
wasn't a busy day, so I decided to come home and make coq au vin for you. I know how much you like it." She continued, "We should
spend more time together. I know it's hard with me working such crazy hours; but let's try and make the best of it."
The dinner was excellent – his mom really was a great cook when she had time to do it. She even let Connor have a glass of Merlot.
They talked and laughed in a way they hadn't done in a long time. "I noticed you haven't said anything about that bully at school.
Are things better now?" she inquired. The boy nodded and took another big bite of chicken. He felt his face redden, and hoped his
mother hadn't noticed.
"Yeah," he muttered, "It's a lot better now." And he smiled bravely. But was it really better, or just different? He didn't want to pursue the
matter any further with her, so he changed the subject. "Can Evan spend the night on Saturday?"
"Oh Honey," his mother sighed, "Not this week. I'm sorry; I was going to tell you. I have to fly to Boston Friday evening. But here's some
good news: I've decided – if you're OK with it – that you can stay here on your own, no sitter. How's that?" Connor beamed at her and
nodded. She went on, "But I won't be home until Sunday; so I'd feel better about it if you didn't plan on having Evan over." She looked at
him with motherly concern and went on, "And I want you to keep your phone close so I can check on you anytime. OK?"
After saying goodnight Connor considered his options. If his mother was willing to trust him at home alone he'd better not blow it. Anyway,
he didn't know what might happen with DeAndre. So he called Evan on his cell to break the bad news. "I was gonna call you," Evan said,
"I gotta go with my parents to a family thing at my aunt's house; and we won't get home `til late Saturday night – so I can't do a sleepover.
We can do it another time. Oh, and don't forget about my birthday party in two weeks. I'll be big-fuckin' 13."
In bed Connor's thoughts inevitably wandered to the black dildo. What, exactly, did DeAndre expect him to do? Was he thinking there
would be more "get-togethers"? It was looking like the big black teenager was planning on more. But what did DeAndre want him to do
with the wicked-looking fake dick? Yes, he had tried to get the huge fake black cock deeper in his mouth; but was that what his "homework"
was about? Or did the older boy have something else in mind – like fucking him? Confused thoughts raced through his mind, keeping him
from drifting off to sleep. Finally, he got up and switched on his computer. Going to his favorite gay twink sites again he searched for "dildos".
There were tons of clips, and most featured young guys stuffing huge fake dicks up their asses. A few showed them sucking dildos, and in
others they were pulling them out of their buttholes and sucking them after fucking themselves. He peered at the videos to see if the shafts
had any streaks of shit on them, but he couldn't really tell. His eyes bugged at the sight of some guys sitting on gigantic fake cocks. Some
looked as big around as his thighs! "Oh, fuck," he whispered to himself, "How can they take something that big up the ass?" The boy had
played with his asshole when he was feeling especially horny, and he recalled the tingling thrill of making out with Evan's pucker; but he had
never been fucked – or fucked anyone else – so far. It must hurt like hell. The blonde boy stroked his small dick, and reached a hard dry
climax as he watched a young red-haired twink take another teen's whole hand right into his asshole. Amazing.
Coming down from his orgasm he felt pleasantly sleepy, and fell into his bed naked. "Tomorrow," he decided, "I'm going to tell DeAndre I'm
not doing it with him anymore." He instantly dropped off to sleep, but in the night he had jumbled dreams about black cocks and, crazily, Evan
trying to force his whole arm into Connor's gaping, obscenely stretched butthole. Wild.
Then everything changed. On Thursday morning Connor arrived in the hallway to his locker, and there was DeAndre slouching against it.
"Hey Cocksucker, did you forget about me?" the black teen sneered.
"You stink so bad, who could forget about you, DeAndre?" Connor shot back, testing his new standing with the bully. But the leering black face
showed only a faint hint of anger. The bigger boy made a production of slamming Connor back against the lockers as his thick lips almost
touched the blonde boy's right ear.
In a hoarse whisper the muscular teen cautioned, "You betta watch dat smart mouth, you little fag." As expected, the few kids milling around in
the hall scattered, none of them wanting to be DeAndre's next victim. When there was no one else around, the strong teen let Connor loose.
"I gotta keep up lookin like I'm beatin' yo ass," DeAndre grinned, "You know wut I mean." He got close to the younger boy's right ear, and went
on, "I figgered you'd like the present I gave you. You had fun wit it?"
Feeling bold, Connor gritted his teeth and hoarsely whispered, "You know what? I did what I said I would – I gave you a blowjob. Now leave me
the fuck alone."
DeAndre laughed cruelly and rasped, "No, boy, I own yo ass now. You'll do everthing I want when I want it. You got dat?"
"I don't wanna do this anymore," Connor said, tears welling in his eyes, "Deal's off."
"But it ain't. Nobody eva said nothin' `bout a one-blowjob thang," the black boy hissed, "Like I said, I own yo skinny white ass." Connor, still feeling
rebellious, threatened to tell everyone that the big black bully liked gay sex with little white kids. "Who tha fuck you gonna tell?" DeAnre laughed,
"Shee-it, you think they gonna believe you?" Connor held back tears of fury and jutted out his jaw in defiance. But DeAndre went on, "But they probly
will believe dis." He fished his cell phone out of a pocket and tapped it. Turning the screen for Connor to see, he watched the blonde boy's shoulders
slump, and saw the tears begin to flow. The short video on the screen was a very distinct one of Connor with a big black dick in his mouth pumping
out a big cum load; and that was followed by a very clear capture of his face with his eyes closed as he is holding out his tongue to take more of the
thick, creamy semen. Of course, he remembered doing it, but he didn't even know when DeAndre had shot the video. "Now you get it?"
The beautiful young blonde boy was devastated. What would happen if the video got out so his classmates could see it? His life would be so fucked.
And what if the teachers saw it? What if he put it online? Connor looked pleadingly at the big black teen, who smiled back wickedly. Then he said in
Connor's ear, "Saturday morning at 10. Meet me at the Quick Mart. And see if you can do better than lass time, if you know wut I mean." So, this was
how things would be now. Connor knew he had no choice.
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He was somehow back in his room – everything that whole day was a blur. He felt like it was all an awful nightmare, but he knew it wasn't. "I am
so fucked," he muttered, "How did I ever get into this?" At about 2:00 in the morning he decided it was useless to try to sleep. "OK," he reasoned with
himself after hours of restless anguish, "OK. Maybe giving DeAndre blowjobs isn't all that bad. Maybe if I can keep doing it for a while everything will
be all right." He remembered the black boy's last words to him, and he was shaken back into reality. Only two nights left to practice with the dido. He
got the stool and went to his closet so he could reach back to retrieve the paper bag containing the huge black cock. He considered whether DeAndre's
dick was really that big. Maybe, he decided.
Kneeling by his bed he cautiously took the bulbous head of the thing into his mouth. Working the thing in and out over his tongue whipped up plenty of
saliva, lubricating the thick latex column. Conner could taste the new latex – which he didn't like at all; but, he reasoned, "At least it's not a used one."
He arched his neck to accommodate the invading monster and pushed it gingerly into the opening of his throat. He felt it go deeper for an instant, but
gagged and wretched, almost vomiting with the effort. His eyes red and watering profusely, he tried again. And again. The inexperienced young boy
discovered that if he made himself swallow hard at the same time he was pushing the fake dick deeper he could actually get some of it into his throat –
if only for a couple of seconds. Finally, dead tired and frustrated, the blonde youngster walked to his closet and hurled the black dong high up onto the
top shelf, tumbled onto his bed, and started to cry again. Soon exhaustion overtook him, and he fell into a dreamless sleep.
His phone's usual alarm woke him, and he staggered into the shower. His throat felt a little raw, but otherwise he was feeling a some better about the
situation. His mother had slipped out early for work, and had left him a couple of nice bakery croissants for breakfast. He loved his Mom.
Once at school he cautiously made his way to his locker. No DeAndre. At least that was a relief. With every day free of the vile bully, his life was much
better. By the end of the day Connor's mood had brightened considerably. But, though he kidded around with Evan on the bus, he became distracted.
The black dildo was taunting him as if it was a living thing as he trudged up the walk to his front door. "I shouldn't have to be doing this," he grumbled to
himself, "It's totally fucked up." But he started his "homework" again anyway. After a few fails Connor managed to improve his technique and get the big
latex cock into his throat passage without going into a gagging fit. "Practice makes perfect I guess," he reasoned. He decided to leave it at that. In bed
his thoughts turned to the meeting with DeAndre tomorrow, and to his surprise, his slender little dick began to swell at the mental image of sucking the
black cock again – the real one, of course.
Connor didn't have to worry about explaining his Saturday morning bike ride to his mother since she was away on her business trip. At the Quick Mart,
as he was chaining his bike to a signpost, he felt, rather than saw, DeAndre's hulking presence. With nothing more than a head tilt from the black boy
Connor followed at a discrete distance. Once inside the dank garage DeAndre lost no time in shucking off his clothes. His dark skin almost made his
body disappear into the room's shadows. His large penis sprang up, already stiff. Without any preliminaries Connor quickly stripped down as well, though
DeAndre hadn't said whether he should or not. The older boy fixed his eyes on the slender blonde kid's perfect body and nodded imperceptibly. Connor
then dropped to his knees in front of the black teen and took the warm plum-size cock head into his mouth. DeAndre's black fingers wove into Connor'
silky blonde hair, pulling the younger boy's head toward his groin. "Ahhh, fuck yeah," the older teen moaned, thrusting his hips forwardso that his cock
jabbed harder into Connor's soft, wet mouth. Warmth radiated from the thick black organ, giving its flesh a steamy, sultry feel. Connor looked up at the
black teenager, and their eyes met in an almost hypnotic gaze. The black cock was already leaking a dribble of slightly salty pre-cum onto the back of the
blonde kid's tongue, which drained right down his throat. Now was the time to see if his training with the dildo had been worthwhile. Straightening his
neck and leaning his head forward a little, Connor made an easier path for the big flesh tube to go deeper. Sensing that his boy was ready for more
DeAndre put his broad hands on the sides of the young boy's head and pulled it further down on his throbbing dick.
Then, suddenly, the slick bulbous head slipped past Connor's constricting throat passage; and the boy didn't go into his usual convulsions. DeAndre
took it as a signal, and forced more of his thick, very black cock down into the blonde boy's throat. The kid's hands reached up and pushed lightly against
the black boy's firm belly to get him to stop pushing long enough to allow his throat to adjust to the invader. There was a short shudder and a stifled cough,
but the big cock stayed in the boy's throat. Then Connor himself grasped the older boy's black ass cheeks and slowly forced his head all the way down the
shaft until his soft lips reached the nest of kinky pubic hair at its base.
"I did it," Conner thought to himself, "I got it all in." Somehow it was easier with the real thing, which wasn't as rigid as the fake cock. Even though DeAndre's
penis was very firm it slipped in much more comfortably than the dildo ever had. His frequent porn surfing had shown him that not many boys could deep
throat a man's hard cock, especially not ones as big as DeAndre's. He felt pleased with himself.
The younger boy's pert nose was mashed against DeAnre's sweaty stomach, and he breathed in the black boy's scent, making his own stiff little dick twitch
and angle sharply upward. Then the black teen began easing the big cock out of the kid's throat so he could get on with the face-fucking was so badly wanted
to give the boy. "Oooohhh," DeAndre moaned, "Fuck yeahhhh, I knew you could do it, Cocksucker."
Again and again he slowly forced the long shaft into Connor's abused throat; and only a few times did the kid convulse and gag a little. The black boy cradled
the back of the twelve-year-old's head in his big hands and held it tight, pressing it into his thicket of kinky pubic hair for so long that the blonde kid thought he
was going to pass out. Connor tilted his head back and looked up at his black tormentor with a helpless expression, his eyes bulging and watering profusely
until, at last, DeAndre backed his thick black meat out of the kid's tight throat with a wet, sucking sound. The boy gasped, took in a desperate breath, and fell
back, panting like a marathon runner. Strands of slimy saliva mixed with DeAndre's pre-cum draped down onto Connor's smooth little-boy chest and glistened
in the dim light.
The beautiful blonde boy's thoughts were racing now. Was he doing all this because he was being forced, or did he want to do it? The sexual arousal had never
been so intense in him before – not even during his best porn jerk offs. He had to admit to himself that it felt good, very good. In a bold move he rose up and
reversed his position so that his head was level with DeAndre's steamy crotch. Getting the idea, the black teenager got on top of the boy and shifted to bring his
obscenely hard cock to tease at the kid's mouth. A smear of pre-cum spread across Connor's lips. The two boys were dangerously close to a 69 position, but
DeAndre kept his arms extended so he could look down his chest at Connor's face. But he must have also been able to look straight at the blonde kid's throbbing
little dick – if he had wanted to. The younger boy reached to grasp the black penis and guide it into his mouth. This angle was better, so the massive black shaft
could snake its way into the kid's throat a little more smoothly. The black teen began to hunch his hips, forcing the big cock deeper into the small mouth and on
into the young kid's tight throat. With little more than a muffled cough Connor managed to take the black meat all the way in, until the crepey skin of the weighty
black scrotum draped across his cute little nose. DeAndre loved seeing his big black cock stuffing the little blonde kid's pretty mouth, stretching and dragging the
kid's pink lips obscenely as it drove in and out. The fat black balls slapped against the cute twelve-year-old's nose and closed eyes as the relentless skull-fucking
went on. Mucus streamed from the young boy's nose and bathed DeAndre's black shaft. Just once or twice the kid choked and coughed out a stifled, "Mmmmmfff".
The boy's silken blonde hair fanned out underneath his head like a golden nest.
DeAndre's gleaming black body was poised over the small boy like a wolf baying at the moon when, with a massive shudder, the black teen fired his cum load
straight down into the kid's tight throat. The warm, creamy jizz slithered its way right down into the beautiful blonde boy's tummy like a river of cum. Then, sliding
his black cock out of the boy's slender throat, leaving a slimy trail of still-oozing semen along Connor's tongue, DeAndre rested his shiny bulbous cock head on
the kid's puffy upper lip and milked the last gobs of cum from his piss hole. He watched the pearls of cum ooze down the boy's tongue, and grinned down at his
little pre-teen dick sucker. Then he let his heavy meat drag over the kid's nose and forehead, and began to lazily slap his softening penis back and forth across
the young boy's cheeks and lips, leaving gleaming trails of cock slime. "Day-umm, boy," the black teenager breathed heavily, "You gotta be the best cocksucker
I eva had. I knew first time I seen you I wanted you swallowin' my jizz."
Both boys flopped back onto the grimy mattress, worn out by their intense sex games. The taste of the black teen's semen lingered in the blonde boy's mouth and
at the back of his throat. After a few minutes Connor turned his head and searched DeAndre's dark face for some clue to what this was all about. "You do know
I'm gonna fuck you, donchu," the older teen said, leering at his young cocksucker, "But not today. You been fucked befo?" The blonde boy shook his head. "Well
den, you in fo a treat. You gonna love havin' my big nigga dick up yo skinny white boy ass." Then he nodded his head, and quietly muttered, "Yeahhh. Fuck yeahhh."
And with no further comment he pulled up his pants and sat on a grubby stool to put his shoes back on. Figuring it was OK, Connor started dressing, too, though his
immature penis was still erect. DeAndre had made no move to satisfy him. Of course, the young boy remembered that when this all started DeAndre had said, "I ain't
gay, and I sure as fuck ain't innerested in you;" so he wasn't surprised that the black teen was barely even glancing at him now, much less offering to play with his still
hard little white dick.
Connor's thoughts were a jumble as the pair of them made their way out of the run-down garage to enter the weedy alley. Determined not to be seen in the company
of this white kid, DeAndre told him to stay put, and to walk back to the QuickMart by himself after a few minutes. Taking his time and sauntering slowly along, the
strikingly beautiful blonde boy tried to sort out his feelings. On the one hand he deeply hated the bully who threatened to ruin his life and was virtually turning him into
a sex slave. On the other hand, he had to admit that messing with the hunky black teenager sexually was becoming a major turn-on for him. Without meaning to, he
sometimes daydreamed about sucking the thick black dick and swallowing big loads of sharp-tasting semen. Up to now Connor hadn't been entirely certain that he
was gay, but this situation had removed any doubt. Not only was he gay, he admitted to himself, but he kind of liked being forced to do the things DeAndre wanted.
He couldn't think about all that right now. His hard little dick was straining in his pants; and he couldn't wait to get home to get some relief. Having the house to himself,
he was anxious to spend the rest of the weekend masturbating to the wildest, most fucked up porn he could find.
To be continued? Thank you to all who have responded. If you want this story to go on drop me a quick note at hitcher2@keemail.me. Your opinions and suggestions
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