Clement at Sunnydale Part 6
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When asked who his favorite fictional character was, during an English literature class at Sunnydale, Clement answered, without hesitation, "Robin Hood." Nothing aroused the black teenager more than the image of a young, strong, lean, agile rosy-cheeked white male, with long blond hair, running around the forest in green tights, stealing things and taking out all the bad guys.
Robin Hood was, hands down, Clement's hero, a white man from "the hood," ambushing people and robbing them. The black boy had daydreams about serving at Robin Hood's side, carrying his arrows for him and sucking the white man's cock during a lull in their constant battles with the sheriff of Nottingham.
He imagined the young white master archer's cock thrusting down the back of his throat as Clement's nostrils were buried in the white man's blond pubes. Clement felt his cock throbbing as he sat in the back row of the English lit class; his mind drifting far away from anything else that the teacher had to say.
Clement's attention, instead, was focused on Jordan, one of his creamy-skinned classmates, whose blond bangs nearly covered his eyes. Clement imagined that the boy was his fictional hero, Robin Hood, and they both boys were romping together in woods of Old England.
Clement pictured himself sucking the white boy's throbbing red cock, as an act of friendship and loyalty.
For his part, the white boy accommodated Clement's needs by spreading his creamy white thighs, lightly covered, as they were, with silky blond hair, giving the black boy greater access to his cock and his balls.
He pushed down on the black boy's head, making him take more of his cock in his mouth and indicating his appreciation for the services the boy was providing.
There in the middle of this English forest the young white master and his youthful black sidekick acted out the rituals of teenage friendship. The white lad thrust his hips against the black kid's face, his smooth, creamy thighs slapping the darker boy's cheeks, and his pubes grinding against the boy's broad, flat nose.
Suddenly Clement was shaken from his daydream when he realized that the teacher was calling on him again, this time to get his response to another student's comments about Moby Dick.
Clement hadn't heard the comment and didn't know how to respond. The teacher repeated his question, "What do you think of Jack's comments about Captain Ahab's obsession with the great white whale in the story `Moby Dick'?"
Clement sank in his seat and blurted out the first thing that came to his mind as he was emerging from his daydream, "Ah feel him cause I can't think `bout nothin' my own self but them big white dicks, when I'm in class deese days."
All the students burst into laughter.
Boys were falling out of their seats holding their sides, convulsed with amusement at the black boy's comment. The teacher's face turned bright red as he tried to restore order. Now all eyes were on Clement as the students were wiping tears from their eyes after laughing so hard.
Clement tried to play it all off with an air of cool indifference. He wasn't helped by the fact that his black cock was now throbbing harder than ever, forming a noticeable tent in his pants.
He casually wagged his legs in and out, trying to make his boner go down, but it was to no avail.
Mercifully, the teacher called for a break. The class streamed into the hallway, either to go to the vending machines to get a snack or to go to the boy's lavatory to take a leak.
Clement headed to the lavatory, but regretted the move almost as soon as he reached the urinal.
One of the white boys walked up to him, giving off aggressive and intimidating body language, "So Clem-spazz, you like to think about big white dicks while yur daydreaming in class, huh?"
Clement gave the boy an angry and defensive glance.
This didn't deter the boy at all, "How `bout you wrap those big nigger lips around this white cock and give me a blow job?"
Clement's face grew hot with anger and embarrassment.
The white boy had apparently just finished pissing and was shaking his cock off, sprinkling droplets of urine on Clement's pants and sneakers.
Another boy approached from the other side. "Yeah, I bet he wouldn't mind having a mouthful of white cock right now, aint that true, Clem-spazz?"
Clement had finished pissing, and shaking off his dick. He tucked his black cock in his pants, zipped himself up and tried to turn away, but the boys grabbed his arms and wouldn't let him leave.
"You didn't answer me, Clem-spazz. Don't you wanna suck a big white cock? How about mine? Why don't you get busy on it?"
"I saw that black boner in yur pants when the teacher called on you," another boy added, "Don't think you were hiding it from anyone by pumping your legs."
Another boy chimed in, "Yeah, I seen him staring at Jordan, all dreamy-eyed. I think he likes blonds. He wants Jordan's nice blond cock in his nigger mouth."
Just then Jordan walked into the lavatory, completely unaware of what was going on.
"Well, well, guess what guys? Jordan's come in for the party," one of the boys shouted.
"Hey Jordan, your black boyfriend here wants to suck your cock. He's got the same `session Ahab's got. He wants a big white dick."
Jordan tried to back out of the lavatory but it was too late. One of the boys blocked the door while another grabbed his arm, pulling him toward Clement.
Now both boys were staring each other in the face and shaking nervously.
"Be nice to your lover here, and show him how glad you are to see him," a boy said to Clement, resting his hands on the black boy's shoulders.
"Get down on your knees and suck your boyfriend here's cock."
With that he pushed Clement down on his knees in front of Jordan. Two other boys were holding Jordan while a third unzipped the handsome blond teenager's trousers.
"Pull out your boyfriend's cock and go to work on it," said one of the boys, standing over Clement. "If you don't I'll piss right in your face and you'll have to walk around all day wearing pee-soaked clothes."
Clement grimaced at the thought and slowly reached inside Jordan's trousers, pulling out his cock.
All the boys, except for Jordan and Clement, let out a loud whoop, "Yeah, man – show us how it's done. Lets see a nigga suck on a white boy's cock."
Clement hesitated but one of the boys slapped the back of Clement's head. "Suck on it now or I'll piss in your face."
Reluctantly the black boy raised the blond boy's flaccid white cock to his lips. With trembling hands he stuffed the boy's cock in his mouth and began to suck it.
Jordan, being a healthy teenager, instantly got a hard-on. He felt Clement's thick, wet black lips sliding up and down the shaft of his pulsating cock.
The other boys, who were now standing in a circle around this erotic display, whipped out their own cocks and stroked to the action.
"Yeah, your boyfriend's getting hard. He likes it."
The taste of the blond boy's cock in his mouth was, for Clement, a dream come true. Despite his embarrassment he felt his own cock springing to life in his pants.
Like the white boys standing around him, he wanted to pull his cock out and stroke it as they were doing, but Clement knew that if he did that it would confirm that he was a black faggot who enjoyed nothing more than sucking on a white boy's cock. It would be the kind of reputation that no boy could afford to have in a reform school. The other kids would never let him live it down.
Jordan let out an involuntary sigh as the black boy's lips worked their way up and down his stiff shaft. In a halting, hesitant gesture he pressed his hands on the back of the black boy's head, pushing his cock deeper down the black boy's throat.
This made the crowd of boys even more excited. "Yeah, go for it, Jordan. Make that nigga suck your cock."
Red-faced with embarrassment, Jordan started thrusting more passionately in Clement's hot mouth. For his part, Clement threw all caution to the wind, unzipped his pants and stroked his black cock in rhythm to the white boy's thrusts.
All of this was not lost on the boys' spectators.
"Yeah, lookit – the nigga's friggin' himself while he's sucking Jordan's cock. He must really be a faggot."
Clement didn't care, he could taste Jordan's salty pre-cum and he felt the boy breathing heavily as Clement sucked the white boy off.
Apparently Jordan appreciated the blow job; that was all that mattered to Clement now.
He sucked Jordan harder and tried to ignore the jeers from the other boys in the room.
"Yeah, suck it faggot. Suck that big white cock."
Clement sucked harder, as if he were sucking Robin Hood himself. Jordan, who was accustomed to thinking of black guys as good athletes and entertainers, had never imaged that they could also make such natural cocksuckers.
He relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy he black boy's lips on his cock.
It didn't take long for Jordan to feel his body tense as he shot thick globs of cum into the black boy's mouth.
Jordan came with such force and intensity as he had never experienced before from masturbation alone.
Clement swallowed it all.
He swallowed every warm, salty glob of the white boy's cum as it landed on his tongue, and the roof of his mouth, and oozed down his throat.
The thought crossed Clement's mind that Jordan was just using his mouth to get off.
"Daymn, dis white boy nuttin' in mah mouf. He be usin' me like I'm his bitch."
This very thought gave Clement a rush of pleasure. He began to shoot pools of cum onto the floor, at the white boy's feet.
All the other boys, standing around, were overcome with excitement at the spectacle. One after the other, and some of them in sync, shot streams of hot cum in the black boy's general direction.
Some of it landed on his face, some of it in his hair, and some of it on his clothing. By the time they were through he was nothing but a cum-soaked mess.
Clement was dripping with white boys' cum.
The next day, in English lit class, the teacher wanted to talk about Huck Finn on the raft with "Nigger Jim," as they both rode down the Mississippi River. The teacher asked, "What do you think bonded these two very different characters in this story?"
One of the students raised his hand and said, in the most innocent voice he could muster, "Well, I think maybe ol' Jim took a fancy to having a young blond haired boy, who could order him around and get sexual favors out of him."
The boy shot Clement a mischievous grin while the class exploded into laughter. Clement sank in his seat.
The teacher wrapped his desk with his knuckles to bring the class to order. "Now class, that's not funny. That's not funny at all. That's a terrible thing to say. It is completely disrespectful toward black people."
The boys felt duly chastened for laughing at such a dreadful stereotype. Some of them even looked apologetically in Clement's general direction, especially if they hadn't been part of the group that witnessed the black boy giving Jordan head in the lavatory the other afternoon.
Clement nodded in their direction, non-verbally but implicitly accepting their apologies.
But if those boys had been a little more observant they would have noticed a distinctive tent in the black boy's pants. Despite the boy's best efforts to conceal his reaction, by grabbing his crotch, it just wouldn't go away. Clement bit his lip and anxiously eyed the clock, looking forward to the next class break to go to the lavatory.