Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2002 20:59:52 -0600
From: Jason B. <cox_ucker4blax@hotmail.com>
Subject: Compulsion  Part 3

I was as excited as I'd ever been in my life. In the janitor's closet with
"Eldo" I truly became a cocksucker and a cum swallower and I knew I should
feel dirty, ashamed. But I didn't. I was as happy, upbeat and proud as I
could be. I couldn't wait for Friday, and the chance to show all those men
at the Adonis bookstore what a great cocksucker an enthusiastic white kid
could be. All I could think about was the taste of semen, and how great it
would feel to eat it until I was full!
Thursday seemed to last an eternity, I went through the school day in a
distracted daze. That night, when my mom asked about my plans for Friday
night, I lied to her about the pizza party, and how I'd probably spend the
night at Tommy's. I felt bad about lying to my mother, but I knew she'd
rather hear that than the truth about her baby boy. I laughed to myself when
I wondered whether mom would secretly be proud too, if she knew what an
accomplished dicksucker her Jason had become in the last 7 days!
    Finally Friday! I went to school early and I walked on air all morning.
My classes stretched on and on, but I knew soon I'd be adventuring on my
knees again.  At lunch, my pals talked about all the things they'd do over
the weekend; I barely listened; I'd be doing something none of them could
even imagine, and when I thought about that, I felt special.
Math class, after lunch, seemed to drag on supernaturally; hard to believe
it could drag on longer than it normally did. After Math, I went to my
locker to put away my math book, and get the stuff I needed for my last
class.  I worked the combination quickly, banging the locker open; at that
moment, Eldo appeared right next to me, scaring me speechless. He handed me
a small piece of paper, and he disappeared as stealthily as he had appeared.
On the paper were three childishly scrawled words, in pencil: "basement
boiler room  NOW".
I crumpled the paper quickly, and looked around to see if anyone had noticed
this exchange. No one had; I locked my locker and headed for the stairwell
at the far end of the school. Ever the good kid, doing what adults told me
to do. When I reached the basement of the building and went through the
doorway leading to the boiler room, I started to feel a little nervous. I
soon saw some light though, and I heard several men's voices, so I kept
going.  Behind the boiler area, Mr.. Johnson had arranged a small living
room-type area. I appeared in the light, standing on an old piece of shag
carpeting, facing Johnson and four other men who sat on a wrecked recliner,
and a couch that looked like it was from the seventies.
"Jason! What's happenin man! You got down here fast man"
Mr.Johnson was talking like he was my best friend.
"I just wantin to know, um, is you, um...you really goin to the Adonis
tonight?"
"I'm planning to"
Some laughter, and the other men exchange mumbles.
"Jason, that prick what owns that store jes' using you try and get more
muthafuckas up in there."
"Yeah, probably"
"Well, cuz, like, every muthafucka I know heard about you bein there. They
gonna be a big muthafuckin crowd...gonna pack that fuckin place."
I didn't know what to say.
"Well I'm gonna be there, see you work it, but, like, some dudes, um, my
partners here, they don't got time be linin' up waitin for you. When I
mentioned that I knew you, and knew where you'd be before you got down to
that suck shack, they aksed if they could, um, meet you now."
I laughed, nervously. My big Friday night was going to start at two in the
afternoon.
I walked to the old sofa and knelt before the man in the middle. No need to
be reserved or shy anymore, everyone, including me, knew what I was about.
The man appeared to be about forty years old and was stocky, though not as
big of a man as Johnson. When he pulled his cock out, it was about six or
seven inches long and thin; it was still mostly soft. When I sucked it into
my mouth it quickly grew much thicker, but only a little longer.
"Damn! Little schoolboy suck dick like an old pro! All you young white boys
suck dick so good?"
"I don't think so, sir"
"SIR! Damn!"
The other men had gotten up from their seats; they pushed me toward the
center of the dirty green shag rug and surrounded me. The other three men
were mid-forties to fifty; dicks ranged from a fat six incher to a solid
nine. I sucked cock with abandon, swirling from one erection to the next,
taking a bit of precum flavor from all four. I had them going now, and they
began to talk to me.
"You one filthy little dicksucker boy"
"How were you raised? How come a white boy suck dick for strangers?"
"Why you do this shit kid? You like the taste of black dick?"
I couldn't answer them; I sucked hard, from one dick to another, avoiding
their accusing questions. If they knew the truth they probably leave now,
without feeding me.
"You gonna let us shoot off in your mouth, pig?"
"uh huh"
"Thought so; you like to eat cum, don't you pig?"
I nodded yes; they already knew the truth about me.
After ten or twelve minutes of swinging from one hard-on to the next, I
concentrated on the biggest dick.  While the other three jacked off
vigorously, the biggest dicked man pulled out and commanded me to open wide.
"Let everybody see you catch that shit, you nasty dicksucker."
I knew the drill; I tilted my head back, a certain angle is best, opened my
jaws as far as I could and extended my tongue. Seconds later, he exhaled
loudly and then shot a laser-straight rope of sperm right up the center of
my face. It actually splattered at the top of my forehead first, then
bisected my eyes and nose; a lot of the big spurt fell heavily into my open
mouth. It came up from my tongue, and the thickest portion of the blast
crossed over my lower lip. The spurt continued down my chin, and then up,
bridging eight inches before connecting me to it's source. Like a
spiderman's web, this man had caught me with his sticky cum! While waiting
for his second spurt, I saw the man to my left, who had been masturbating
really fast, begin to ejaculate. He spurted as rapidly as he jacked, one
shot right across my eyes, another across my cheeks and nose. The big dicked
man shot off again, an incredible spurt of thick cum right down the length
of my stretched tongue. From the side came two more quick shots, the first
giving me a cum mustache, the next into my mouth, adding to the large volume
already there. One of the remaining men barged in, standing as close as he
could next to the big man. He let loose a big shot of somewhat thin semen
straight into my still open mouth. For the next fifteen seconds or so, the
ejaculating men alternated shots of sperm at me; some collecting in my
mouth, more draping lewdly over all the features of my face. When they all
finished actively spurting they each shook off the dregs of their loads onto
my face; big dick wiped his dripping, sloppy cock off in my hair. I was a
sperm drenched mess, and the three men got away from me as fast as they
could, as if the cum I wore would leap to them! One man remained; I took his
erection in my mouth and went into my bring-him-off-now mode. He wanted to
be part of the spectacle though.
He pulled out of my gulping mouth to jack off a thick load; clearly trying
to sperm up the few remaining clear areas of this boy's face.
I must have been a sight! Eldo shook his head and laughed when he finally
got a good look at me.
"You really somethin' kid."
The four men got their zippers up and their belts fastened quickly and
quietly. Just before they walked out of the lighted area, one of them spoke
to Johnson.
"I never would guess that there'd be a kid that would do that, anywhere. The
idea that you found one right in your building is unbelievable."
"You ARE the man; we'll be back"
"We'll see, James, we'll see." Johnson replied.
After they had gone, Mr. Johnson helped me up from the floor, and sat me on
the old sofa. He faded into semi-darkness, to where he had a coffee pot,
cups and napkins. When he returned, he sat next to me on the sofa. I noticed
that in his left hand he had three or four large napkins; in his right hand,
he carried what appeared to be a black plastic soup spoon!
"I know how you like it, Jason."
As he said this, he ran the spoon along my jawbone, collecting as much
pearly white semen as the spoon would hold.
"There you go, baby. That's good"
He meant to feed all the sperm to me. Of course I would accept it.
He scooped out each of my eye sockets; he spooned the thick jizz from my
nose; he used the spoon till my cheeks were clear of the men's loads.
All of it, he fed to me. My chin he scooped clean, my forehead. He took his
time, several minutes, carefully proceeding till I had been fed all the
sperm from the four loads. He never offered any of the napkins; it was clear
he wanted the seminal residue to dry on my face, which it did; the skin of
my face starting to pull taut almost immediately. Then he started to speak.
"Jason, I dig what you're into, but not many muthafuckas gonna unnerstan
you. I know you get all happy when you get that shit, you get all fired up
when you just think about kickin it on your knees wit a bunch a muthafuckas
around you. But like those cats that just left, I mean, they was all hot to
see you work and all, but..."
"But what, Mr. Johnson?"
"My name Stanley, Jason, call me Stanley."
He continued, almost tenderly.
"I mean, shit Jason, like, they like you suckin dick for em all, and all,
but like when they left, they was kinda disgusted. If they'd a seen me
feedin you with a spoon they'd be callin you every filthy name they could
come up with. That's how men turn after they get a nut."
"But that's not my fault!" I protested. Crying now, I said, "I do what they
like, and I like it too, when we're done, we're done."
"That's not how it is Jason; you think you're doing somethin' good, they
just see a white boy whorin' out for all the brothers."
"So what!"
"So I don't want you to go near that dirty bookstore tonight, That's what."
He continued, "And I think you should go and see Mrs. Collins, the
counselor; I think you should tell her that your ass needs help."
I was crying hard now, Johnson, Stanley, had really upset me, on what I
thought was going to be a special day for me. Through my tears, I lashed
out.
"Fuck you, Eldo, you son of a bitch! What do you know? You think you know me
because I sucked dick for you once? You don't know shit! I know just what
I'm doing, and I like what I'm doing...and I LIKE the way men treat me,
especially after I eat a load from 'em! I'm going to the Adonis tonight, and
I'm going do what I do for every fucking guy there!
If you don't like it, don't come."
"I'll be there Jason, don't worry; you don't know how to look out for
yourself, you need somebody case you get in more trouble than you think you
will. I'm gonna drive your ass down there, and see that you get settled in
good. You're gonna have a long night down there, Jason."
"Do you have to go home after school boy, or are you ready to roll?"
"I'm ready, but I'm not supposed to be there till nine"
"I think they'll let you start early Jason, anyway, I got some stops I gotta
make before we go down there."
"Glad your back on my side, Mr. uh, Stanley"
"I never wasn't on your side Jason, but what you're doin, it's not good,
nothin good is gonna come from it, but you're gonna have to learn for
yourself...I just hope you don't ruin you whole muthafuckin life learnin'
one lesson."
"Quit being a bring down, Stanley" I said, still sniffling, "It's fun...it's
gonna be fun tonight."
"Yeah, for a lotta muthafuckas; anyway, get your shit and meet me down at
Third St., don't need anybody see me leavin here with your ass."
I hustled out past the boiler, through the door and up the stairs. I went to
my locker stashed my stuff, locked it and left the school building through
the main exit. I walked quickly across the campus on a diagonal; it was
about four blocks to Third St. This was it! Finally it was time! Even with
the seeds of doubt planted by Eldo, I was ready...and excited.
In the boiler room Mr. Johnson, Stanley, changed out of his work clothes. He
was completely unaware, as all of us who had been on the green shag carpet
were, that in the pitch blackness, not thirty feet from him, stood a pretty,
petite young woman named Heather Strom. Miss Strom was my homeroom teacher.
Now she stood in the darkness, paralyzed, appalled by what she had
witnessed. My secret was a secret no more! Mr. Johnson would have nothing to
worry about though. Miss Strom had spent time kneeling on the green shag
carpet too. She was in the boiler room because she'd wanted to kneel there
again.
Within five minutes, I was riding in the passenger seat of a huge red
Cadillac Eldorado. We swung by Stanley's apartment, in a somewhat run down
building. He ran in and told me to stay in the car and keep my head down.
Then we went to a busy currency exchange where he cashed his paycheck. Next,
he parked his car about a half block down from what looked to be a very busy
bar.
"C'mon Jason, I'm gonna be a while here, I got a place for you to hang till
it's time to go to your little...whatever."
We walked quickly up the street, and ducked into the bar with several other
guys. We made a beeline past the long bar never slowing down. Men turned to
look at us and several did double takes when they saw me skipping to keep up
with Johnson. We got to a door that led to an outdoor beer garden, closed
now for the season. Stanley took a chair down from one of the tables, told
me to stay put till he was ready to go. I was doing as I was told. I heard
loud and animated conversation from inside the bar; I was sure I was the
subject, even though I didn't think Mr. Johnson would be talking about me.
Within five minutes though, Stanley came back out of the bar with the man I
had sucked for at school. With them were seven or eight men, all of whom had
bottles of beer in their hands.
"That's him, That's the kid!" yelled big dick.
The other men put their beers down and walked toward me. I found a sisal
rope door mat to kneel on.
"Kid knows what's coming"
"Shit! He ought to."
When other men in the bar caught wind of what was going on, the group of
eight quickly grew to fourteen. Within seconds, I had a dick in each hand
and one in my mouth. I sucked the first guy for a while, then I started
circulating, trying to give them all a little attention. One of the men was
a white guy, with a surprisingly huge dick. I concentrated on him for a
while; he moaned as I took his dick deeper. Finally, when my nose reached
his pubic bone, and I traced figure-eights through his hair, he moaned
again, then grunted, then gunned six strong spurts right down my throat.
"Fuckin kid took all that shit"
"Always does" said big dick.
I circulated again before settling on a fat black dick to finish off.
It took five or six minutes of my best technique to bring him off, but when
he ejaculated, it was a ton! His sperm tasted bleachy and strong...the best.
I took another black dick into my mouth, long and well proportioned. As I
sucked, the man spoke to me.
"If you take care of all of here, you still gonna work the Adonis tonight?
They sayin a hundred or a hundred fifty muthafuckas gonna be there tonight."
"Oh I'll be there workin it okay; I don't know if they'll be time to suck
off a hundred and fifty men, but I'll do my best."
All the men laughed; only a few people in the beer garden realized I was
serious.
Most of these guys had a few (or more) drinks in them, so it took an hour
and a half to suck them all off. These guys weren't interested in making a
lace doily out of my face; nearly all the semen went straight into my mouth
for me to swallow. Finally, I had finished; I sat back on my heels, tired,
my jaw aching and the sperm in my stomach feeling really heavy. I had rested
for only about a minute when a powerful grip hauled me to my feet by my
upper arm.
"C'mon Jason" Stanley Johnson commanded, "You got somewhere to be."
"You got a lot more work to do tonight, no time to waste; lets get down
there so you can get started."
He hustled me out of the bar, down the street and into the Eldorado. He
started the car, squealed the tires and sped down the street. He never said
a word. Inside of ten minutes, we were parking in a pay lot directly across
the street from the Adonis Bookstore, the place where my compulsion, and my
cock sucking career, had begun only seven days ago. That day, I had spent
four hours in the back room. I had sucked dick for every man who wanted it.
That day I sucked off seventeen men. There would be many more men here
today. And today, before even entering the Adonis bookstore, I held the
loads of eighteen men in my belly.  I looked at the dashboard clock before
we left the car; it was six-thirty.