Clement at Sunnydale Part 7
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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"Ooooh, Jerome. Fuck me. Fuck," Shawnita cried as the horny teenage boy plowed his way inside of her. Shawnita clung to the muscles of the boy's firm, sweaty, lean brown arms as he continued his relentless thrusts inside of her pussy, his shoulder-length dread locks sweeping back and forth across his face.
She gently rubbed the muscles on the boy's back, enjoying the warmth and firmness of the smooth, dark body that covered her.
Jerome's only answer to her cries was an inarticulate grunt followed by passionate moans.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," the young black girl pleaded, as her braided nappy hair was splayed across the pillow, bouncing to the thrusts of the teenage boy inside of her.
She didn't have to beg. The black teenager was already lost in the erotic sensation of fucking her.
The girl cried out, "Oh baby, I'm cummin', I'm cummin'," as her body tensed and she clutched her man even tighter.
"I'm cummin' too," the young man managed to grunt.
Both teenagers went into convulsions of a simultaneous orgasm; the smell of funky, ghetto sex sweat filled the room. Jerome shot the rest of his load inside of the young girl's vagina.
They relaxed, breathing heavily, and allowed their sweaty dark bodies to sprawl across the white bed sheets. Shawnita broke the silence after a few minutes of deep breathing.
"I don't want you to go back to that place..." That's what she always put it, "that place." Shawnita never allowed word "Sunnydale," to pass through her lips. It was as if she could keep the place from taking her boyfriend away from her if didn't acknowledge that it even had a name; it would just be "that place."
Jerome rolled his eyes and looked away. In the dark room Shawnita could not see the impatience on the boy's face, but she could hear it in his voice. "Woman, you know I gotta go back there. I'm only out on furlough. If I don't go back they gonna send me to a hard-core juvenile detention center for real."
"I know, I know..." the black girl said, her voice trailing off. "It's just that, I wish you could stay here and be inside of me forever. You my man. I wanna have your babies." She gently ran her fingers down the sweaty muscled curves of the proud, young black man's shoulders, biceps and forearms as he rested his dread locked head on the pillow.
The two teenagers embraced, warming each other with their bodies. They locked their mouths in a deep kiss, not wanting to say good-bye.
Back at Sunnydale Jerome felt like a caged tiger, looking for ways to burn off excess energy. His nights in the bed with Shawnita seemed like a distant dream. Sunnydale was the reality of "today."
On the basketball court in the gym Jerome's pent up frustrations made him even more aggressive than usual. He slammed his lean, muscular brown frame into unsuspecting white boys, sending them sprawling on their backs, on the gymnasium's floor. He strutted across the court like the proud, arrogant, cocky, young black boy that he was, fueled by the manly tension in his loins and his inability to do anything about it.
His shoulder length dread locks and sleek, sweaty brown body gave him the appearance of an African warrior prince, a young copper skinned god, on the basketball court. He knocked the other boys over, and brushed them aside without even bothering to look back and offer a "My bad," or an "I'm sorry." It was as though the world was his, he owned it, and everyone else had better get out of his way.
Without warning the gym attendant blew his whistle. The girth of the middle-aged man's belly quivered as he yelled, "Alright you bums; rec time's over. Get your young asses in the shower. Let's go. Move it. Move it."
The boys filed out of the gym in a half-trot, giving each other friendly jabs and punches – anything to use as an excuse for physical contact with another boy's body.
"You get to fuck your woman last weekend?" one of the boy's asked Jerome. "Yeah; I fucked her pussy good, but it wasn't long enough," the handsome black boy answered, his smooth brown face dripping with perspiration.
"What, the weekend wasn't long enough," another boy, with a punkish grin on his face, chimed in, "or your dick wasn't long enough?"
The other boys snorted with laughter. Jerome eyed them coolly and said nothing.
While much of the laughter was good natured, some of the boys gave Jerome resentful glares because of his unsportsmanlike conduct back in the gym. They enjoyed the very thought of this cocky young black boy being humiliated.
In the locker room, showering turned into rough-housing. Boys snapped wet towels on each other's naked bodies, causing red marks and welts. One boy got another boy in a headlock, tightening his grip around the poor boy's neck, causing the boy's face to redden. The back of the weaker boy's neck was tightly clamped under the stronger boy's arm pit, and his face brushed against the smooth, soft skin of the stronger teenager's body.
It was horrible.
A cluster of the boys retreated to a corner of the locker room. They whispered to each other and laughed conspiratorially. Slowly this circle of conspirators broke up and casually made their way to the general area where Jerome was drying himself off.
Jerome didn't notice it at first. He had just taken his shower and had slipped on his boxer shorts. He was removing his shower cap, releasing his dread locks so they could flow freely down the sides of his face boyishly tough yet delicate face.
One of the boys was seated on the bench, to the right side of Jerome. He was casually pulling his socks on.
Another boy stood behind Jerome, combing his hair.
Yet another boy was on the left side of Jerome, with his foot propped on the bench as if he were tying his shoe laces.
A fourth boy stood right in front of Jerome.
As soon as Jerome began to towel the water from his eyes the boy said, "Hey you piece of shit, do you wanna apologize for being such an asshole in the gym?"
Jerome was taken aback by the sudden outburst, but the boy didn't give him time to respond. He pushed Jerome backwards, sending him sprawling onto one of the other boys. Jerome struggled to regain his balance, but it was to no avail. The boy he fell on top of said, "You fuckin' retarded spaz, get the fuck off of me," and pushed him on his side, into yet another boy.
Now Jerome was leaning sideways on the bench, trying to collect himself and get his bearings. A boy was standing over him. He looked down and snarled, "You piece of shit; don't you know how to say you're sorry?"
The boy pulled down his sweat pants, exposing his naked ass, and sat right down on the poor helpless black boy's face, smothering him with his ass hole.
As Jerome tossed and wigged, with his face in the boy's ass, the other boys restrained his arms and legs, making it impossible for him to get up. The boys laughed mischievously. All they could hear were Jerome's muffled protests as he struggled for air.
"You piece of shit," the boy repeated. "Shit should eat shit, so each shit from my ass."
He rubbed his shit-stained ass in the black boy's face.
The more Jerome struggled to protest what was happening, the more he realized that merely opening his mouth forced his lips and tongue to kiss and lick the evil bully's smelly ass.
The boy laughed and sneered at Jerome, "Yeah, that's it homeboy. Toss my salad." The other boys were convulsed with the laughter of revenge, but they also noticed that they were getting aroused by the scene. They wanted more.
Their teenage cocks hardened in their boxer shorts, sweat pants and gym trunks. They were enjoying Jerome's helplessness more than they thought they would.
"Pull down the nigga's pants," one of the boys said eagerly, "Let's see what his cock and balls look like."
Another boy gave the kid a disgusted look, "Dude, that's gay. You must be some kinda faggot."
But this didn't stop the boys from taking up the idea and yanking down Jerome's boxer shorts until they were bunched at his ankles.
They tied his shorts in knots at his feet, making it harder for Jerome to move his legs and impossible to run away.
"Wow, look at that nigger's cock and balls," one of the boys blurted out, "I wonder what it looks like when it gets hard."
"I dunno," chimed in another, "Only one way to find out though."
The boys told Jerome to play with himself to get his cock hard for them, while he licked their buddy's ass. They threatened to squeeze the helpless black boy's balls if he didn't comply.
Jerome started licking the boy's ass as he sat on Jerome's face. Jerome stroked his thick brown cock, which slowly came to life.
The other boys jeered at all the action.
The boy who was sitting on Jerome's face started sporting a hard-on, and was leaking pre-cum into the black boy's dread locks.
"Yeah, lick that ass homeboy," the guy on top said, "You like lickin' ass; that's why your dick is getting' hard."
There was no doubt about it; the black boy's dick was indeed hard.
He kept slurping on the white teenager's ass. "Oh yeah, slurp on that ass, man," the boy cried, "Slurp it. Clean my ass good with your tongue."
Whether Jerome started enjoying this, or if he was just glad to finally glad to release his pent up energy and frustrations, is hard to say. All anyone can know for sure is that once he got his cock hard, from stroking it, he slurped his cruel white tormentor's ass like a champ.
Jerome's low-hanging, hairy balls slapped against the wooden bench as he stroked himself and sucked the juices out of the bully's hairy white ass. The other boys, who were standing around, played with Jerome's testicles as they whipped out their own cocks and started stroking them.
Jerome kept licking and slurping on his tormentor's shit hole. "Yeah, that's it," the other boy said, "pretend I'm your girlfriend and you're licking my ass." Jerome kept slurping; his dread locks dangled over the side of the bench.
Jerome continued to stroke his hard, black teenage cock while the smell of the white boy's shit covered his face.
He enjoyed the sensation of jacking off so much that he started rubbing his knees together in sexual ecstasy. The other boys were enthralled by this and egged him on, "Yeah, stroke it. Beat that black cock off for us."
Jerome didn't disappoint. His body started to buck and he pumped loads of hot, white semen all over his chest, thighs and abdomen. The contrast of the shiny white juice and his smooth brown skin mesmerized the other boys.
Watching this black boy fire his load all over himself was better than dissecting frogs in biology class. The boy's bound feet and cum-covered body pushed the room full of spectators beyond their limit.
They became a mob.
"Turn him over," they shouted, "Turn him over. I wanna see his black ass."
The boy who was sitting on Jerome's face protested, "Awww, I'm not done yet. I wanna feel his hot tongue licking my shitter."
One of the boys slapped him on the back, "Sorry dude; you're done. We wanna see his black ass."
The boy who had been sitting on Jerome pouted and slowly lifted his body off of the black boy's face.
Jerome gasped for fresh air and seemed somewhat disoriented.
"Turn him over. Turn him over," the other boys cried.
Slowly the boys turned Jerome on his stomach as he lay there, naked, on the wooden bench.
The spectators eyed the boy's naked brown body and gasped. Their eyes surveyed the landscape of smooth dark curves and mounds forming Jerome's back, his buttocks, and the back of his legs.
They couldn't believe what a fuckable piece of smooth brown meat they had lying right in front of them.
Boys being boys, they lost all previous inhibitions and restraint. What a sorry sight it was to see a locker room full of straight self-respecting boys eying another boy's naked brown body and being unable to think of anything other than shoving their horny teenage cocks inside of him.
"Fuck him," they shouted, "Fuck that naked black ass."
And fuck it they did.
One after another the boys crawled on top of Jerome, spread his bound legs as far as they could, and plowed their throbbing cocks deep inside of the boy's rectum.
Oh, what a pitiful sight it was; imagine what Jerome's girlfriend would have thought if she could see her man lying on his belly, getting his ass punked by a gang of teenaged white boys. Jerome's face was racked with pain as the teenagers used his young black body to release their pent up sexual frustration.
One after another they left their calling cards in Jerome's black ass, their fresh teenage spunk spilled out of Jerome's butthole and ran down the sides of his legs and under his nut sack.
While some of the boys stood around watching, the very sight of the humiliation of their arrogant black classmate who, less than an hour earlier, loomed over them like a god and dominated them in the gym, was more than they could bear.
Their cocks throbbed hard with vengeance and sexual aggression.
Rather than waiting their turn, they were impatient to have their cocks taken care of. While one boy was fucking Jerome in the ass, another boy crouched in front of him, with his cock level to Jerome's black face.
"Now suck it," the boy said. "Suck it, and you better not bite."
The boy grabbed Jerome by his dread locks, lifted his head, and stuffed his thick dark lips with the boy's throbbing white cock.
Holding Jerome's head up by his hair and using his mouth like a pussy the boy cried, "Oh wow. This is awesome. I love the feel of those thick lips on my cock."
Jerome was now light years away from the person he had been when he was pounding his girlfriend's pussy over the weekend.
Now he was nothing more than a bound, naked brown body, whose face smelled of teen anal juice, lying on a wooden bench in a boys' locker room, getting his ass pounded, while his lips were stuffed with a series of thick teenaged cocks.
By the time his classmates were through with him he was a cum-stained mess.
The boys shot jism in Jerome's ass, in his hair, on his back and in his face. There was teen cum all over Jerome's brown body. The boys in the locker room had never felt sensations that were this intense in all of their young lives.
Never had they felt the firmness of a black boy's ass as they plowed it with their horny teenage cocks, bumping up and down on it as if it were a cushion.
Never had they felt the warmth and wetness of black boy's thick wet lips as it slid up and down the shaft of their throbbing manhood.
Never had they felt the sheer sensuality of the curves and firmness of a black boy's bound naked body, as they used it to their heart's content to release their sexual passions.
Most of the boys in the locker room fired several more loads inside of Jerome's helpless body, both his mouth and his ass included, until everyone was exhausted. Then they left him lying there on the bench, soaking in cum, while they took their showers and got ready for the next class.
Jerome lay there on the bench, cum soaked, slowly recovering from the ordeal.
The next weekend, when Jerome was once again out on furlough, he was determined to recapture his manhood by fucking his woman hard. She didn't know what had gotten into him as he plowed her like he was an invading army, raping young maidens and their boys.
"Oh, Jerome, Jerome," she cried, "You're such a man."
Indeed he was. Jerome was more of a man than he had ever been.
Only a real man could take the kind of ass pounding that Jerome withstood at Sunnydale, and still come back and fuck his girlfriend to reclaim his manhood.
Jerome was living proof; at Sunnydale you may come in as a boy, but you'll leave, as a full grown man.
It is a ghetto boy's rite of passage.