Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2002 17:54:42 -0500
From: Jason B. <cox_ucker4blax@hotmail.com>
Subject: Compulsion  Part 2

It was lucky that I hadn't spent any of the quarters to watch any movies at
the Adonis; they were all I had to pay my bus fare home. On the ride home I
sat shaking in my seat, actually in tears sometimes, consumed by waves of
fear and shame.  Shame at what I had done in that bookstore, for so many
men...in a public place!  Fear, because whatever it was that made me do it
was something inside ME!  I was sure the men had no idea what crazed drama
was being played out in my mind.  My compulsion wasn't to kneel in front of
a dozen and a half black men and perform fellatio...it was deeper, sicker
and it led to me sitting on a city bus with a stomach full of semen.  I
wanted to lean forward and puke it out, but I didn't have the nerve.  At
least the counterman hadn't made me promise to come back next Friday night.
I promised myself never to go back there.

  In forty-five minutes I was home.  I walked in, talked inanely to my folks
and quickly went up to bed.  I hardly slept at all.
  After what seemed an eternity, the light of Sunday morning shone through
my bedroom window.  I got up, showered and dressed and went downstairs.  To
my parents' surprise I asked to go to church with them.  In church, I prayed
harder than I ever had in my life.  "Please God, don't let me ever go there
again!"  In my prayers, I couldn't bring myself to describe my actual
behavior to God, instead ascribing my shame to "there" and "that place".
Still, praying provided a respite from the guilt; I felt that if I tried
hard to keep my mind pure, and avoided occasions of sin, the incident would
never repeat itself. But at the same time I prayed, in a separate, deeper
part of my mind the "incident" was still fresh, alive and in color!  As I
begged God to forgive me, I was at the Adonis on my knees, a fat black dick
buried in my sucking mouth.  As I swore to God that it would never happen
again, I could again feel the underside of that cock pulsing, the head of it
erupting a great load of thick seed in my mouth.  And when I asked God's
help to control my compulsion, a part of me was still tasting that sperm.  I
actually shook my head, trying to rid myself of those images.  Eventually,
they stopped.
  Monday morning marked the beginning of the third week of school.  The
routine of getting ready and going to school made me feel as though the
events of Saturday were in the past and I was starting to feel better.
There was no connection between me, my school and friends and "that place".
By Wednesday, I had forced it all from my mind and put it behind me.
Between first period and second period I hooked up with Joe and Billy and a
couple of other guys.  We made plans to meet that afternoon at Horner Park
for a game of touch football.  As our between-class meeting wound down, Joe
motioned down the second-floor hall.
  "What's with him?"
  "Who?" said Billy "Eldo?"
  "Yeah"
Eldo was the name we had for Mr.. Johnson, the six foot-seven inch black man
who was one of our school janitors.  None of us knew his first name, so he
was called "Eldo" because of the huge red car he drove.  Eldo was standing
still in the hallway as an ocean of students swirled around him; he was
staring at us.
  "Screw him!" said Joe
I didn't think anything of it, because Mr. Johnson was known for odd
behavior.  All of us scattered to our classes.
  Mrs. Janek's History class was to last fifty minutes, though it always
seemed a lot longer.  With about twenty minutes left, there was a hesitant
knock on our classroom door.  Mrs. Janek went over, opened the door and
stepped out into the hall to talk to whoever it was; from my seat it was out
of view.  After a few seconds she returned and called out:
  "Jason, come up here, please"
I was startled to hear my name called out.  I rose from my seat nervously
and went the door at the front of the classroom.
  "Jason, Mr. Johnson found your book bag where you left it by the front
door, please go with him and retrieve it" she whined.  "And please keep
better track of your things".
  "Mon Jasim" Johnson mumbled in his bass voice
  "I-I didn't I-" I stammered
  "Go! Go now please!" Mrs Janek commanded.
I walked with Mr. Johnson, struggling to keep up; I did as I was told out of
habit, even though I knew my book bag was in my locker where I had left it.
"Where-where are we going?" I asked, out of breath as I skipped along to
catch up to Mr. Johnson.
"Rot here, boy"
We were standing at the door of a janitor's closet at the far end of the
third floor of the school. No one was around.
"I see'd what you did boy, on Saturday"
My heart leapt into my throat! I could barely breathe and tears welled in my
eyes.  I fell against the door, fainting nearly dead away!
Johnson opened the door and helped me inside. There was an empty five gallon
plastic bucket that he turned over and sat me on.  He remained standing, six
inches from me as there was barely enough room for two in this closet,
especially when one was as large as Johnson.  He made no threatening gesture
toward me and slowly I regained some composure.
  "I was there, in the back, in the dark, at the Adonis bookstore watching
when you sucked ya ass off for all them muthafuckas.  I go down there to get
my dick sucked, but I never see'd no white boy suckin' dick up in there
before you.  I didn't wanna mess wit you myself, cause I thought I knew your
ass from up in dis school...I don't need no more muthafuckin' trouble."
  Johnson then began to pull down the zipper on his dark green work
trousers.
  "You can't! you-you better let me go! If you don't want any trouble you
better let me go now!"
  "Baby, I seen you suck dick...I know you want it" he sneered.
  "No!" I blurted, "that was once, I'm  never doing that again, I swear!"
"Now let me go, or you'll have your trouble"
  "Sorry baby dicksucker, you da one got trouble; they all know I'm
bad...when I tell 'em I see'd you suckin' dick for everybody they'll believe
my ass...and you'll be out to all your friends, teachers and every
muthafucka in this school.  Bet your parents don't know they raised a serial
dicksucker, huh? They will...unless me and you come to an understandin',
right now."
I didn't question his crazy logic, I was too scared to. When he hefted his
big cock out of his underwear, I said nothing else.
  "That's it baby, good, now we both gonna take some pleasure"
He jacked his cock over my face and it grew to about ten inches long, and it
was thick.  There definitely wasn't room in here for this thing! He brought
it down and firmly dragged it across my tear soaked face. His sticky pre-cum
was smeared across my lips; I had to taste it; sweet, just like all the
others.  Oh Jesus! God! why? I didn't bring this on myself, I was going
about my business! Why again? I was doing my best to make sure this never
ever happened again.  I looked up at Mr. Johnson's fully erect cock...it was
magnificent!  Please no!
He fed the beautiful plum sized head past my moist lips and into my mouth.
  "Oh yeah, Jason, suck dat big 'ol dick!"
I did.  I swore to myself that I would do it, but take no pleasure from it.
I would just get it over with.  God would help me!  This was my test; to see
if I would keep my end of the bargain with God, He sent me this as a
temptation.  If I could get through this, my trials would be over, I'd never
have to worry about this again.
  "Fuck yeah baby! You sure know how to suck dat big black dick!  You gonna
make me cum like a muthafucka!"
I moaned when he said that.  He had most of that huge cock in me now. I was
sucking like a champion, tasting the sweetness of his emissions on every
upstroke.  I knew I was going to make him cum, and I wanted it bad; taking
his load was all that mattered to me now!  God had failed me, and now I
failed Him; my sick compulsion to eat semen was stronger than ever!  I knew
I'd get more from him if I slowed this down, made him last longer.  I
switched gears.  I removed my mouth from his erection, and slid my parted
lips down the underside of the massive cock, right to the balls!
   "Sweet Jesus! damn boy suck a dick better than any muthafucka!  I knew
you wanted that dick boy, you didn't fool my ass"
As I nursed on the janitor's balls for several minutes, the class bell rang.
  "Sheeit Jason! we got to get the fuck out of here!  We get caught up in
here it'll be both our asses...we got to finish later!
  "Nooommph" I screamed as I dove down on his cock again, I needed his sperm
NOW!  His giant cockhead was buried in my throat, and I applied pressure to
the full length of the dick.  I held it firmly and pushed my tongue hard on
the underbelly of the huge organ.  I bobbed up and down frantically on the
dick as I felt Mr. Johnson's knees begin to shake.
  "Jason, don't! we gotta go!"
I wrapped my arms around Johnson's ass and pulled him into me harder.  He
was going nowhere until I was fed.  I switched gears again, and with the
entire ten inch fat cock in me I started nursing on it.
  "OHHHH Sheeit, you got it...UNNNH...UNNH...UNHHH!"
I felt the ridge on the underbelly of Mr. Johnson's dick pulse, and then his
thick, syrupy cock sauce blasted across my tongue.  I kept nursing on this
beautiful cock as it fed me, the first pulse turning into a series of deep
throbs.  It felt as if the ridge down his dick was boiling as it threw it's
massive, thick load into it's grateful cocksucker.  The students rushed past
the closet on the way to their next classes, not having a clue that a
compulsive semen eater was having his deepest needs met only inches away.  I
wouldn't have cared then if they had thrown the door open for everyone to
see me; I would have continued milking the sweet dick. No cock I had sucked
had ever given me this much seed.  Even after I had taken seven heavy
spurts, the big dick continued to ooze it's thick cream into me.  I was
tasting it already;  it had the pungent spermy taste of a thick load, a
little sour and sharp, the way I liked it best.  As Johnson withdrew, I kept
a suction around the dick, making sure I lost none of the semen.
  "Damn" Mr. Johnson whispered "you caught the biggest load I ever shot.
You don't need to hold that shit, Jason, you can spit it into the sink".
Only one thing remained to break my private pact with God, and I broke it
slowly, deliberately, savoring the flavorful sperm as I swallowed it in
three separate gulps.  I realized then that I had a new god: shiny, black
and beautiful, even as it softened and was stuffed back into the huge
janitor's well worn work pants.  All I wanted was to be on my knees
worshiping and partaking in this most wonderful sacrament!
  "Goddamn" hissed Johnson.  He shook his head when he saw me swallowing.
"No wonder you suck dick so good"
The bell signifying the beginning of the next class rang, and Johnson, his
trousers back in place, belt fastened and zipper up left me in the janitor's
closet without another word.
I got myself as together as I could and slipped from the janitors closet and
ran to my next class.  At lunch, Billy said all the guys were coming to his
house Friday night, to play video games and eat pizza.  I told him that I
was busy Friday night.