Connor's Compulsion – Chapter 6 – No Going Back
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 realizes that he is actually enjoying his sexual encounters with DeAndre. Both his fantasies
and his ever-growing appetite for new sexual experiences are causing the boy to push the limits and take increasingly
greater risks. Be advised that this chapter includes more piss play. Now, on with the story:
Two weekends had passed without Connor and DeAndre getting together, other than seeing each other occasionally
in passing during the school days. Connor did feel a little guilty as he watched the black teen torment other kids; but
since none of them were his closest friends he tried to ignore the brutal bullying. The young boy felt bad for his helpless
school mates; but he surprised himself by feeling a little jealous, and thinking that DeAndre could be setting up another
kid to take his place. On Monday morning, just as he heard another boy cry out in pain, he turned to dig in his messy
locker, trying to find a misplaced book. Lost in thought, he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. "Hey Cocksucker,"
DeAndre hissed into his ear, "You holdin' out on me?"
Startled, Connor stammered, "Sorry, I can't help it. My mom..."
But the looming black teen cut him off with, "I don't give a fuck why you say you can't show up." Kneeing the blonde boy
hard in the nuts, DeAndre threatened him through gritted teeth, "You betta git yo skinny white ass ova to take care of my
cock this Saturday."
His shiny blonde hair flouncing as he nodded his head enthusiastically, he reassured the black bully, "OK, OK, sorry.
I'll meet you on Saturday. Ten o'clock good?"
DeAndre relaxed his painful grip, and muttered, "Aiiiight, den." Then without another word the tall black teenager swaggered
off down the hall.
Connor wasn't sure how he might get away to hook up with DeAndre without having to answer awkward questions and raising
suspicion with his mother. As it turned out the boy's mom had other ideas that would force a change of plans. That evening at
dinner she said, "I'm sorry, Connor, but on Friday evening I have to go to a reception for a new attorney joining our firm. I don't
think it will run late, so I should be home by 11 o'clock or so. I'll just take my evening clothes with me so I won't have to come
all the way back here after work. You can look after yourself until I get home, OK?" Her young son nodded his agreement. She
went on, "Why don't you plan to have Evan come over on Saturday, and you can have a sleepover? I'll be home all weekend,
so you can make it a play date."
"Mommmm, a play date? Are you serious? I'm not in the second grade anymore," Connor whined, but there was a twinkle in
his bright blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," she blushed, "I guess you're just growing up so fast I can't keep up." Like too many parents in the internet age, she
had no idea just how fast her beautiful little boy was growing up. She continued, "Anyway, I'm sorry I had to cancel your plans
when Evan was going to spend the night before."
"It's OK, Mom, don't worry about it," her young son said in a forgiving tone. His mother hadn't messed up the sleepover plans
at all – Evan couldn't have come anyway. "It'll be great. Is it OK if we go to the skate park that day?"
"Well, if it's not too late in the day, and if you'll really be careful, I guess you can. The skate park was a couple of miles away,
outside their gentrified neighborhood, in a borderline seedy area of town. She had heard rumors of edgy behavior in the city-
owned park; but she knew that Connor and Evan liked to go there sometimes, even though they weren't actually all that much
into the skateboarding scene.
On the way to school Connor worried about how to tell DeAndre that they would miss another Saturday meet-up. Then it hit
him. Why not do it on Friday after school? If the black teen would agree it could solve some problems. Connor's mom would
be out all evening. Perfect. And besides, DeAndre wasn't the only one missing the sex games they were playing...
After some initial aggravation DeAndre agreed to get together with Connor on Friday after school. The boys talked about it,
and decided that this new plan might actually give them more time than the Saturday morning hook- ups. As long as Connor
got home before about 11:00 pm there would be no problem. It was decided that Connor would ride his bike to school that
day so he could use it to get to the Quick Mart and back home. When it was all worked out with DeAndre, Connor excitedly
invited Evan to come over on Saturday for a nice long sleepover weekend.
Connor's little dick tingled at the thought of getting back together with DeAndre and Evan for sex. Friday seemed a long time
to wait. Not only was the young boy checking out internet porn more avidly, but a new fantasy had invaded his mind. An image
of DeAndre as Mufasa from the play The Lion King gave him horny thrills. When he allowed his fertile imagination to run free,
he could see his black nemesis dressed in the elaborate costume he had seen, including the massive lion headdress – but
clearly with DeAndre's face. Inexplicably the blonde boy is brought onto the stage during a play performance and forced to
kneel before the Lion King, who then reveals his massive black cock, already dripping with pre-cum. Dutifully the petite boy
grasps the huge man meat and guides it to his mouth as the audience of hundreds of men, women and lots of kids, little boys
and girls – even toddlers – watches intently.
The fantasy continues as Connor sucks on the huge black penis, pre-cum and saliva oozing down over his chin. As he works
his small mouth on the rock-hard shaft he feels someone pulling down his pants. It's always the pre-teen actor playing Simba,
the king's young son, working to get Connor's clothes off. To help with the effort the blonde pulls his face from the huge black
king's throbbing cock, stands, and allows himself to be stripped naked by the younger actor. Once again the transfixed audience
reacts, and murmurs excitedly at seeing the beautiful blonde boy's perfect nude body. Then, effortlessly, DeAndre/Mufasa takes
hold of Connor and lowers him down onto his hands and knees with his pert little ass sticking right up. Without hesitation the
costumed king kneels down and impales the slender kid's tiny asshole with his gigantic glistening black dick.
Connor imagines himself crying out in torment as the fucking of his ass begins in earnest. The massive shaft is shoved in deeper
and deeper, causing him to writhe in excruciating pain. The big black actor holds the small boy by his narrow hips and pulls the
kid further down his pulsing black cock as if he was putting on a too-small glove. Then rapid-fire fucking begins. The slick ebony
shaft is almost completely pulled out before slamming back into the impossibly small anus until the loose black balls slap against
the kid's own walnut-size nut sack, almost enveloping it. Connor imagines the audience striking up a clapping rhythm to match
the relentless fucking.
Connor daydreams that, just as the pain subsides, the young Simba, played by a cute 10-year-old black boy, positions himself
in front of Connor's head, lifts it by the chin, and pokes his hard penis between the blonde boy's lips. For such a young boy the
little black actor has a surprisingly big dick – almost 5 inches, and as big around as a wiener (in Connor's fantasy). And then,
grasping the older boy by the sides of his head and weaving his small black fingers in the silky blonde hair, the young Simba
begins roughly face-fucking him. Connor knew from his endless porn-watching that this was called "spit-roasting"; and the thought
of it made his pre-teen penis harden almost painfully.
The spell-bound audience was now clapping and stamping feet in perfect rhythm with the live sex show – with Connor as the star.
The fucking DeAndre/Mufasa was giving him made his corn-silk blonde hair flounce with every jolt. As if the young boy was a rag
doll the big black actor rammed his iron hard meat again and again into the kid's tight butthole. Connor could just hear the slapping
sounds as the very public fucking went on and on. Roaring like a real lion the muscular black actor reaches a body-wrenching
climax, and pumps a massive load of cum deep into Connor's little ass. The blonde 12-year-old imagines that he could feel the
warm jizz filling his little ass passage. Thinking of it always caused him to pop a boner – even in his school classes when his mind
wandered.
In his fantasy DeAndre/Mufasa stands, pulling his long black cock out of Connor's boy pussy with a wet, sucking sound. Then
Simba yanks his spit soaked black penis from the older boy's pretty mouth, letting his head drop, and leaving him hugging the
floor. The towering figure of his father steps back slightly and nods once to his young son. The 10-year-old actor takes Mufasa's
place, and rudely pokes his rock-hard boy-cock into Connor's gaping hole. The abundant cum from DeAndre/Mufasa's breeding
lubricates the blonde kid's anus as the little black boy fucks him like a rabbit in heat, with rapid jabbing motions. Mufasa smiles
proudly as his lion cub son fucks the pretty white boy. The audience cheers and some of the younger kids watching call out "Fuck
him, fuck him!" At last the black boy actor howls, and his small body spasms as he reaches a mind-blowing boygasm – dry,
regrettably, but non-the-less intense. The Simba-boy pulls his cum-slicked dick out of the white boy's smooth ass, and then helps
Connor get up and turn around to kneel before the impressive Lion King. The blonde-haired boy is irresistibly drawn to the still
scummy black cock shaft in front of him. He has to rise up higher on his knees to reach the prize with his mouth. Mufasa slaps
the young boys face a few times with his huge snake-like cock before shoving it unceremoniously into the soft mouth of the
kneeling Connor. It plunges deep into the boy's mouth until it teases at the entrance to his slender throat. His fantasy has the
black Lion King grasping him by the back of his head and forcing the massive shaft down his throat until the loose warm skin of
the dusty black scrotum covers his little chin. He imagines the audience cheering and whistling at this impressive feat.
The "king" withdraws the spit-glistening cock until the piss-hole of the black cockhead is aimed right into the young boy's wide-
open mouth. Then, with his head and huge headdress thrown back, the black actor grasps the throbbing shaft and jerks it to an
ecstatic climax, firing incredibly huge ropes of milky cum straight onto the kid's outstretched tongue. The audience cheers loudly
as more and more iizz fills the blonde boy's mouth. In the fantasy Connor imagines swallowing one overflowing mouthful of semen
after another. As the thick black cock pulls out further, more jets of lumpy pearlescent cum spatter all over his face and blonde hair,
and drape across his cute little nose. The audience laughs and cheers wildly as the blonde child's face is covered with the black
fucker's thick cum. It's his fantasy – Mufasa can shoot as many loads of cum as he wants. More than once during some of his
classes that week when his fertile mind drifted into the new fantasy, Connor had to excuse himself to jerk off furiously in one of
the downstairs boys' bathroom stalls just to get some relief. He couldn't wait for Friday evening!
The rest of the week crawled by until, finally, it was Friday. Connor's mom had gotten up early, and had made her precious son's
favorite breakfast: waffles. The fragrance drifted up the stairs and lured him like a spell downstairs to the warm kitchen. Just as
she was putting a golden brown waffle on his plate Connor appeared. She smiled at him and said, "A sweet treat for my sweet
son." Connor blushed and told her that she's the best mom ever. She stood beside her perfectly innocent little boy, watching him
eat, and putting her hand on the top of his head, caressing it and stroking his silky blonde hair. "Remember, I have to go to that
reception this evening," she reminded him, though he hardly needed reminding, "I should be home by about 11. Call me if you
need anything, OK? You're not allowed to have anyone over – got it? You and Evan will have plenty of time together tomorrow."
Connor nodded and smiled with a mouthful of the delicious waffle.
"OK, Mom," he reassured her, "Don't worry. I'll be fine here. And I promise I won't have anyone come over." No, he wouldn't,
because he wouldn't even be at home – he would be having sex with a big-dicked black teenager in a greasy old garage. Before
his mother had left for work Connor was already on his bike and on his way to school.
Later on, standing in front of his open locker, Connor almost jumped out of his skin when DeAndre snuck up and banged on the
metal door. When he took hold of the blonde boy's arm and acted like he was going to wrench it behind his back, the other kids
nearby slammed their own lockers and scattered like roaches. The black teen released his grip and bent over to whisper loudly
in Connor's ear, "Don't forget, you got a date wit my big cock afta school." Why was it that everyone seemed determined to remind
him of things he couldn't possibly forget? They talked for just a few minutes, and agreed to meet at the Quick Mart as soon as they
could get there after school.
Connor arrived first; and while he was chaining his bike to a pole, DeAndre appeared, glancing around a little self-consciously to
see if anyone was watching. Inclining his head, he indicated that they could start down the grubby alleyway. Of course, DeAndre
went first; and so they wouldn't be seen walking together, Connor gave him time to get far ahead. Standing in the parking lot of
the seedy convenience store, the stunning young blonde boy looked totally out of place. His shiny pale gold hair caught the late
afternoon sun rays, and actually glowed as if it was the source of the light. His beautiful, flawless face and perfect body combined
to make him look like a young god, come down from Olympus. When the pre-teen god-boy didn't see anyone nearby, he turned to
follow DeAndre into the weedy alley.
As soon as the two boys were behind the locked door of the dank garage, they both began to strip without a word. Connor's blue
eyes were focused on DeAndre's huge black cock. It jutted out from its small patch of kinky pubic hair, and was so heavy that it
curved downward in a smooth arc, despite being fully erect. With a rush, the oversexed young boy realized that he wanted it
desperately. It had been a couple of weeks since he had last been used by the black teen; so he was really looking forward to
some hard-core fun. His own little spike was so rigid it pointed upward at a 45- degree angle and moved, almost imperceptibly,
with the beat of his racing heart.
He dropped to his knees, and lifted the pendulous black meat to his lips, kissing it lovingly. A droplet of pre-cum attached to his
lower lips and stretched like a spider's web to the tip of the massive cock. Then, taking the plum-size head into his mouth, he
hummed an involuntary "mmmmmmm". DeAndre hadn't washed his dick that day, and the musky tastes and smells were strong:
sweat, dried piss, and sticky pre-cum. Reaching around to spread his small white hands on the black teen's ass cheeks, the
younger boy pulled him forward to plunge more of his fuck-stick into Connor's gulping throat. The sweet blonde kid had mastered
control of his gag reflex; and could take the massive black cock right down his throat almost effortlessly. It's a rarity that a child
so young could deep-throat a man-size cock, let alone a thick, over nine-inch one like DeAndre's; but Connor's insatiable lust gave
him the ability to do it.
The hunky black teenager moaned, buried his fingers Connor's lush blonde hair, and pulled the boy's head against his body until
the kid's cute nose was mashed against the firm ebony flesh of DeAndre's torso. His loose scrotum hung just below the blonde
boy's little chin, his fat balls pulsating in anticipation. The big teen moved his hands to hold Connor by the sides of his head so
he could use the boy's lips, mouth, and throat to masturbate his throbbing black meat. The soft blonde hair cascading over his
gasping fingers felt like spun silk, in contrast with his own kinky, wiry hair. Again and again the strong teen pulled his spit-coated
dick almost out of his little cocksucker's mouth, only to piston it back down the boy's tight throat. Connor's eyes watered, and his
pretty face reddened as DeAndre held the boy's head and roughly face-fucked him. Mucus leaked out from around the big black
flesh column, and oozed down onto the blonde boy's narrow chest.
"Awww, fuck!" DeAndre grunted, "I gotta fuck you." And, with that he withdrew his steamy cock from Connor's pink lips and slapped
it on the kid's face, leaving slimy patches on the boy's cheeks. The slender young boy got down on the filthy mattress and, without
a word from DeAndre, he lifted his legs until his knees were alongside his head, exposing his cute little pucker. The black teen
produced the little tube of lube, and smeared it liberally on his hard cock and on Connor's little hole. The younger boy winced as
a thick finger forced its way into his boy pussy and wiggled around to spread the lube. The big black teen loomed over him as he
guided his throbbing black meat to Connor's winking asshole.
DeAndre didn't know it, but Connor had been using the black dildo get used to getting his ass fucked. Several times over the past
two weeks the boy had greased up the fake dick and forced it deep into his rectum, practicing until he could take it without so much
pain. Connor was an eager little fucker.
The practice had evidently paid off, as the massive black cock was able to penetrate the wriggling boy without his crying out in pain.
The blonde boy's hands knotted into tight fists as he hammered on the grimy mattress. His slender legs stuck up in the air, waving
around, all akimbo, and his little boy-cock wagged back and forth in rhythm with the thrusts of DeAndre's big cock like a tiny metronome
keeping the beat. The initial pain had subsided, and Connor's brilliant blue eyes fluttered with intense pleasure as the black teen raped
his boy pussy. DeAndre's low-hanging balls slapped over and over against the little kid's tailbone with a smacking sound. And the
incredible boy-fucking went on.
The panting black fucker sped up with deeper thrusts now, and Connor's boy-ass clenched the slick shaft of the thick cock embedded
in him. DeAndre extended his arms, shifted a little forward, and got his head right over the blonde boy's enraptured face. Leaning in
lower, his full lips met Connor's, and his tongue plunged into the kid's soft mouth. The blonde boy responded instantly, and sucked
the probing tongue deeper into his mouth, teasing it with his own little pink tongue. As the intense fucking spiraled to a powerful climax,
their wiggling tongues explored each other's mouths. DeAndre then raised his head, spit a gob of phlegm directly into Connor's mouth,
and watched it ooze down his little tongue.
With erotic moans from both boys, they fucked like never before. DeAndre now could look down to watch his slick black meat ramming
into the little blonde boy's hairless boy-cunt, burying itself to the hilt, and then pulling out with sucking sounds before being shoved back
into the kid's writhing guts again. Connor's velvety smooth pre-teen ass-lips were like wide pink rubber bands around the massive black
column, stretching obscenely and clinging to it tightly.
"Cum inside me, DeAndre!" Connor whined, "I want your cum in my ass this time!"
Connor's gorgeous blonde hair shimmered and flounced wildly as DeAndre continued assaulting the little white boy's tight ass relentlessly.
At last, the black teenager's body stiffened, his eyes rolled back, and he groaned, "Fuuuuuuuck!" as his pent-up cum load jetted into the
blonde kid's boy-cunt. It spurted again and again, pumping wad after wad of teen jism deep into Connor's bowels, breeding him. At last
his thrusts slowed and finally stopped with his black cock buried deep in the white boy's beautiful sweet ass. It was the best orgasm of
his whole life.
Then he collapsed onto Connor's small body, gasping for breath. When his heart rate returned to a near-normal level, DeAndre reared
back to watch his softening cock slither out from the young boy's puffy ass lips with an audible "plop". The he reclined back onto the old
mattress, and muttered, "Day-ummm." Not wasting any time, the small blonde boy scampered to take the slimy black cock into his mouth,
licking and sucking it clean. He knew what he wanted – and he soon got it.
When a squirt of warm piss flowed over his tongue, Connor murmured, "Mmmmmm", sucked it down and waited for more. A sudden stream
filled his small mouth, and he had to gulp fast to swallow it all. The still semi-hard black cock dribbled more warm salty pee into the blonde
kid's mouth, and he drank it down eagerly. Then DeAndre pinched off the flow, and stood over Connor. He aimed his black hose down at the
younger boy's head and released a strong stream of piss that splashed on the sweet kid's pretty face and hair.
No longer caring about getting piss on the nasty mattress, Connor opened his mouth like a baby bird being fed and let the black boy fill
his cute mouth with rank piss. The young boy swallowed the mouthful, and reached for his throbbing little dick to begin frantically jerking
off. Grinning down at his, DeAndre redirected his piss stream to splash onto the little ivory stalk as Connor masturbated furiously. The
warm black-boy piss spattered all over his little penis and grape-size nuts, as the young boy arched his slim body upward in a shattering
dry climax. Well, not exactly "dry", as his little-boy genitals were drenched with yellow, strong-smelling piss from DeAndre's black cock.
When the intense passion of their fuck session had died down, both boys realized two things: Outside, darkness was closing in, and both –
especially piss-drench Connor – were feeling a bit chilly. Standing there drenched in DeAndre's piss, the blonde boy looked for something
he could use as a towel, but all he could find were a few greasy, well-used shop towels. Rather than using them, he decided to dry off with
his shirt. DeAndre stood by, watching placidly. The room smelled of urine and funky sex – along with the odor of grease and mildew.
After putting on his piss-damp shirt, Connor headed for the door, ready to get home to clean up.
As usual, DeAndre headed off, back up the derelict alley, alone. Connor knew to keep out of sight for a little while. There was no sign of
DeAndre when Connor reached his bicycle; but there were several other black teenagers lurking around the Quick Mart's shabby parking
lot. They eyed the pretty blonde boy curiously as he hopped onto his bike and rode away. "Whew," the boy whispered, "That was scary.
Fuck, they might have raped me or made me suck their dicks or something." He laughed at his own twisted humor as he rode in the twilight
back to his safe home.
By the time he arrived at his house, the cool evening breeze had dried his shirt, but he still smelled of piss and boy sex. The mixture of
odors lingering on his young body assaulted his senses, bringing the whole evening of sex games with the black teenager back with a rush
of consciousness. It was still early enough for him to take a shower, brush his teeth, and use plenty of mouthwash. Then he would decide
what to do about his stinky clothes. He had already determined that he would try to look totally innocent, and be in bed when his mother
got home. After his shower he rubbed some first aid cream on his swollen butthole. It stung like a son-of-a-bitch.
In the end he decided to just hide his smelly clothes until he could sneak them into a wash load within the next few days. Impulsively he
flopped onto his bed, holding the bunched-up wad of filthy clothes tight to his face, and breathing in the sharp, tantalizing odor of piss.
When he had stuffed the clothes under his bed, and was lying in his warm bed in his pajamas, he recalled the amazing sex he and
DeAndre had shared, and fingered his little asshole delicately. Then he dozed off with a blissful smile on his beautiful, flawless face.
When his mother got home, she was worried when she couldn't find him. Connor awoke to her calling to him from the bottom of the
stairs. Sleepily, he shuffled out to the small stair landing, and looked down at her.
"Sorry, Mom," he said in a drowsy voice, "I fell asleep. Did you have a good time?"
She beamed at him, and said, "Yes, it was very nice. I'm sorry I woke you up. Go on back to bed, and I'll see you in the morning." Then
she added, "You're such a good boy."
"I know, Mom, I know," was all he said before getting back into his bed.
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