Clement at Sunnydale

Clement at Sunnydale Part 10

This is a work of erotic fiction. It is not to be read by minors. It includes acts of consensual/non-consensual homosexual acts between teenagers and possibly between adults and teens. If you are offended by this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. This is a fictional account. Any similarities between characters or institutions depicted in this story and those in real life are unintentional and purely coincidental.

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After three years of servicing white cocks at Sunnydale, Clement had become more-or-less resigned to his fate. He was even aroused by getting down on his knees and looking up at the purity of the smooth white skin of the teenage angels who were stuffing their dicks inside of his mouth.

The white boys appreciated the transformation that had taken place in Clement's mind, and the fact that they black boy had learned how to make himself useful. Not that the boys thought of themselves as being particularly special, but if Clement was willing to believe they were special, and if the teenagers could get a good blow job out of him because of it, why not take advantage of the situation?

So they fucked Clement's black face night after night, feeling the darker boy's thick moist lips caressing their horny adolescent shafts. They shot loads of creamy cum all over the boy until his face was dripping with the teenagers' semen.

Clement felt as though he was getting really up-close-and-personal with the teenagers when his face was buried in their pubes. This was an act of intimacy that Clement could never experience in any other way, so he made the most of it.

But one day Clement's whole world was disturbed.

A new student had been admitted to Sunnydale reform school; his name was Rashan. Clement's eyes followed Rashan as the new boy walked down the hall to the shower room. The boy's face was smooth and dark; his hair was crinkly tight, and his gait was rhythmic and graceful. Clement thought that boy seemed to be dancing, as much as walking, whenever he moved.

Clement watched the motions of the new boy's lean, dark body, bare-chested and wrapped in a towel that was draped around his waist, as he entered the shower room. Clement felt a longing for the boy. He felt the need to have this mysterious new boy cum inside his mouth and fill it with his exotic seed.

Clement thought the boy was rather quiet and reserved. He sat apart from everyone else and rarely engaged in conversation. Clement often tried to make eye contact with the boy, but it seemed as though the boy never even saw him.

One day, Clement and the boy were alone in the laundry room, waiting for their clothes to dry. The boy was sitting on a bench, reading a magazine. Clement was sitting on top of a washing machine, absent-mindedly swinging his legs. This was the opening Clement had been waiting for.

He eased down from the machine and sat next to the boy on the bench. The boy barely even registered acknowledgment that someone else was in the room. Clement decided to break the ice; he thrust out his hand, between the magazine and the boy's face, offering a handshake. "My name's Clement, man. What's yours?"

"Rashan," the boy answered, briefly shaking Clement's hand as if to get rid of it before returning to his reading.

"What's that you're reading?" Clement asked.

"It's National Geographic," the boy said, "About ancient civilizations in Africa, long before the white man even knew how to make fire," the boy embellished.

Clement's eyes grew wide, "Wow. You don't say..."

Clement's eyes rested on the smooth features of the boy's dark face. It was a rare opportunity to see the boy up close. He was every bit as beautiful as he appeared to be from a distance. His face seemed soft and tender, even slightly girlish, gently dusted with a whiff of soft dark hair above his upper lip, yet there was nothing that weak or effeminate about him.

He seemed focused and disciplined, cold and remote, ungiven to outbursts of emotion or sentimentality. For the first time Clement got a close view of the boy's teeth, which were as white as milk and contrasted nicely against his dark face, like white stars in the night sky.

Clement admired that.

"Where did you learn about ancient Africa?" Clement asked, pretending to be more interested in the subject than he actually was.

"From my mom and my dad," the boy answered, not taking his eyes off of the page. "They taught me all about the true black man; how he lost himself by being around white men, and how one day he will find himself by coming back to his true black identity..."

At this point the boy put the magazine down and looked Clement straight in the eyes, for the first time, and continued, "Which means he won't go around suckin' no white boy's dicks."

Clement stiffened. There was silence. Rashan picked up the magazine again and continued reading. Clement swallowed hard and sank down in the bench, nervously eyeing an exit route from the laundry room.

"I see you runnin' around, goin' in them white boys' rooms at night, suckin their dicks," Rashan said without bothering to look up from the magazine. "I see them grinnin' from ear-to-ear every time they see you, just thinkin' about the next time they gonna get your jiggy lips on their cocks."

Even though Rashan was admonishing him, hearing the boy talk to him like this made Clement's dick hard.

Clement eyed the boy's dark arms as Rashan held the magazine up closer to his face. He wanted to confess to the boy; admit that he had been wrong and the boy was right, and accept his punishment by having Rashan, on behalf of all black humanity, ram his big black cock down Clement's throat. Surly that would atone for Clement's indiscretion.

Rashan continued, without looking up from the paper, "I'll bet you aint never sucked a black dude off, did you?"

Clement felt uneasy about the boy's accusation. He squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.

Rashan continued, "I'll be you aint never sucked a brutha off." Rashan reached down and grabbed his own crotch, showing the clear outline of what seemed to Clement like a banana-sized cock in his sweat pants. Suddenly the smooth-faced tender boy no longer seemed so innocent.

A wave of sexual passion swept over Clement. He felt light-headed and dizzy. His eye lids were heavy, his lips trembled and he half-swooned as he stared at the handsome dark-skinned boy in front of him.

Was this an offer? Was Rashan using guilt to come onto him? Was this what the mysterious, straight black boy was interested in after all?

"Well, but...ah," Clement stammered, "I guess there is always a first time..You can punish me, if you like. You can make me suck that big cock of yours if it will prove I'm really a man -- a black man."

Rashan held the magazine with one hand and tugged down the front of his sweat pants with the other, not once taking his eyes off of the page or showing any emotion.

"Then suck it."

Clement rested his eyes on the boy's long, black cock, nestled against two firm, round testicles and framed by a crinkly forest of black pubic hair. Clement was drawn to Rashan's young, adolescent manhood. He rested his face against the boy's smooth, warm dark thighs and began sucking on the Rashan's cock.

The black boy's cock sprung to life and felt like a soft, warm heavy stone inside of Clement's mouth. Rashan put the magazine down and increasingly became more aggressive. He grabbed the back of Clement's head, forcing the boy's face deeper against his pubes while he thrust violently down Clement's throat. It felt like an assault. Clement wanted to gag as the black boy's cock angrily battered the back of his throat, like Rashan was really punishing him on behalf of the black community.

If that's what Rashan was doing, Clement didn't mind. He was too intoxicated by the musty smell of the black boy's pubes to care much about anything else. He felt that Rashan was helping him to become a man.

As Rashan tightly held onto Clement's head he heard angry words spilling out of the boy's mouth: "Suck it you nasty little faggot. Suck it. You're just a little cocksucking whore who likes to suck white boy's cocks, aren't you? Aren't you?"

The boy was angry and cruel. Clement loved it.

With that, Rashan let out a loud gasp and fired his load down Clement's throat. Clement tasted the black boy's semen; it was thick, warm and salty-sweet. The boy's cock kept firing away in Clement's mouth like an assault weapon, filling it with creamy young, urban manhood, fresh from the streets.

Rashan grunted with every blast in Clement's mouth; "Take that," he cried, "Take it." His firm black testicles slapped against Clement's chin. "This is the revenge of the black man for you being the white man's bitch."

Clement accepted "the black man's revenge" and dutifully gulped down all of Rashan's cum.

When Rashan was through he released Clement's head, without saying a word, got up and left the room to take a shower. Clement was alone, sitting on the bench in the laundry room, with the dryers whirring in the background, jerking himself off and savoring the taste of the boy's salty-sweet cum that still coated his mouth.

After that, Clement and Rashan became fast friends. The white boys noticed it. Rashan was filling Clement's head with all sorts of "Afrocentric" things and Clement was eating it up like it was candy. It was bad enough that Rashan was causing trouble; what made matters worse was the Clement no longer had time to suck the white boys' cocks.

Some of the older boys got together and decided to put an end to this.

One night, as Clement and Rashan were walking together down the hall in the dormitory, Kyle came out of one of the suites and invited the black boys in. "I've got a bunch of new video games that my dad sent to me," said Kyle. "I'll bet I can whip both of you in all of them."

The black boys were eager to take up the challenge and went into Kyle's suite of rooms. They were immediately surrounded by three older white boys. Right away, both black boys sensed there was something wrong. They bolted for the door, but Kyle and the other boys restrained them.

"Where you going?" the older boys said menacingly. "Where you rushing off to?"

"What the fuck you doin'?" Rashan answered. "Let go of me. Get your muthafuckin' hands off me."

Three of the boys forcefully ushered Rashan into a bedroom in the suite and locked the door. Clement just stood there, in the other room with Kyle, Clement's mouth was hanging open as he stared at the closed lock door.

There were muffled sounds of a struggle coming from the other room, with Rashan saying "Get your muthafuckin' hands off me. I'm straight; I aint no faggot like you white boys." Kyle and Clement could hear the sounds of Rashan's sneakers being pulled off and thrown against the door. They could hear his trousers being pulled down, and his shirt being torn.

Kyle looked at Clement, who was still staring at the door.

"You might as well relax and settle in. They might be there for awhile." Kyle unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. "Here," he said, this might help you to take your mind off of things."

There was bumping and grunting in the other room. Kyle and Clement heard Rashan saying, "Git yo hands off me. I aint yo bitch, son."

This was followed by more scuffling. Then they heard Rashan say, "I git yo hands off my shorts. Stop pullin em down, son."

Then they heard the other boys saying, "Bend him over. Bend him over."

This was followed by laughter, "Oh yeah. Look at that. He's got a nice, beautiful, smooth black ass, doesn't he?" Kyle and Clement heard the boy's take turns slapping Rashan's smooth, black, naked ass.

Rashan was still protesting, "I aint playin.' I aint no bitch. Stop stickin' yo' hands in my ass. Stop feelin up my ass, son."

Clement and Kyle heard the other boys zipping down their trousers while Rashan was saying, "Hey, what you doin'? What you doin'? Stop pullin out yo' dicks, son."

There was more mischievous laughter.

Clement looked at Kyle, whose white cock was now throbbing hard and standing straight out in front of him.

Clement gave the boy a nasty smile, sank to his knees in front of the boy and said vengefully, "They're gonna fuck that nigga's ass aren't they?"

Kyle smiled down at the black boy as Clement put the boy's white cock in his mouth and started to suck it. Kyle gently grabbed Clement by the head and thrust his cock down the boy's throat.

There was more commotion coming from the other room. Rashad let out a loud cry, "Owwwwww," followed by heavy thumping on a mattress and squeaking bedsprings.

Rashad was loudly grunting and groaning. The headboard of the bed rhythmically pounded against the wall.

Clement paused for air and hissed, "Yeah, fuck that nigger. Fuck him." Clement resumed sucking Kyle's big white cock while both boys heard voices from the other room: "Yeah, take that big white cock. Take it." To which Rashan replied, "Uggghhhhh."

There was more rhythmic pounding on the mattress.

Clement licked up and down Kyle's stiff ivory shaft, worshipping the boy's beauty and power. Kyle's blond pubes brushed against Clement's black face as Clement gently licked the base of the boy's shaft and tenderly kissed Kyle's testicles. Kyle oozed precum on the black boy's face.

The sounds from the other room grew more intense, more urgent. The pace of the thumping became more rapid and impassioned. Rashad's grunts became shorter and more desperate. The boys in the other room said, "Take it like a man. Take it.

Then Kyle and Clement heard one of the boys say, "Stick it in your mouth. Stick it in your mouth and suck it. You better not get any teeth on it or I'll kill you."

Then they heard Rashan's muffled protests turn into wet, sloppy gurgling.

The boys continued, "Oh yeah. Suck on that dick. Swallow it all the way down. Suck on that dick like you know it's good for you."

The entire suite was filled with slurping noises. There was slurping from Clement, down on his knees nursing on Kyle's stiff white cock, and there was violent slurping coming from the other room as Rashan was being broken in and was learning to do what he was told.

Finally, one of the guys in the other room cried out, "Oh dude, I'm cummin.' I'm cummin.'"

Another boy answered him, "Yeah, dude. Shoot that load up his ass."

There was intense thumping on the mattress and squeaking bed springs. Then Clement and Kyle heard the boy cry out, "Aggggggggggggh," as he unloaded his semen inside of Rashan's ass.

At that Kyle's body tensed. He tightened his grip on Clement's nappy head and pumped his load inside of the black boy's mouth. Clement eagerly gulped down all the white boy's cum, making it a part of him.

From the other room Kyle and Clement could hear one of the boys saying, "Oh dude, that looked sweet. You should have seen how his eyes got wide when you shot your load inside of him and I could see my cock pushing against his cheek from inside of his mouth."

The pounding of the mattress slowed down, but Rashan's gurgling noises continued.

Then Clement and Kyle heard, "That's it, hold his head. Hold his head tight. Yeah, ram that dick down his throat. Make him take it all, man."

Rashan's gurgling grew louder.

"Oh yeah, fuck his lips. Fuck his lips, man. His lips feel good on your cock?"

Then they heard the boy say, "Oh yeah. I'm about to blow and you better swallow it all, man. You better swallow it all and not waste a drop."

Clement and Kyle heard the sounds of a teenager's thighs slapping against the black boy's face.

"Agggggggggh. Oh yeah, swallow that load," the boy shouted, "Swallow it."

They could hear Rashan choking on fluid, gasping for breath and gulping down loudly, followed by sputtering.

The boys in the other room laughed.

"Look at him; he's trying to spit it out, man. Ram your dick in deeper so he can't spit it out.

There were more of Rashan's loud gulps and gasps followed by soft groans of satisfaction coming from the teen who was getting his dick sucked.

There were sighs of exhaustion followed by more laughter.

The next day, Sunnydale seemed to return to normal. Clement and Rashan sat together in the cafeteria during lunch, eating in silence. Finally Clement said softly, "I would've helped you, man, but couldn't break free of the dude in the other room."

Rashan didn't say a word so Clement just sat there, studying the boy. He surveyed the boy's smooth dark skin and his lean, firm body, imagining what it would be like to be one of those white boys, fucking Rashan's militant black ass.

Rashan raised his voice in annoyance but didn't look up from his plate, "Stop starrin' at me, bro. Just `cause you was in the other room and could hear me bein' fucked in the ass, that don't make me no ho."

Clement turned back to his lunch and finished his meal, stealing occasional glances at Rashan's mysterious dark body, and tugging at his crotch -- trying to conceal his cock which throbbing harder and harder inside of his trousers.