Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2012 15:46:34 -0500
From: Evan Williams <classic14rider@gmail.com>
Subject: Clement at Sunnydale Part 6

Clement at Sunnydale Part 6

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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.

All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this
story.

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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.

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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.