Clement at Sunnydale Part 9

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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.

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Teachers at Sunnydale reform school for boys were always concerned about the fact that the boys in their program were not getting enough cultural enrichment. One of the things the boys liked least were musicals performed live on stage. The boys seemed to think that musicals were for “faggots” and girls. They didn’t want any part of them. They preferred movies, with lots of special effects, action and adventure.

One day the teachers decided to take the boys to see a musical during that matinee. They carefully selected a show that dealt with knights, heroism and adventure, so that the boys wouldn’t be bored.

The performance was a fast-paced adventure, with heroes slaying dragons and saving damsels in distress – all the while singing between adventures, and prancing on the stage in colorful costumes. The theater was dark and the boys found that they could lose themselves in this live performance in much the same way that they lost themselves at the movies.

During this performance, they were transported back to the age of chivalry in Europe. Young knights with long flowing hair demonstrated their heroic virtues of patience, wisdom and perseverance. The boys from Sunnydale wanted to be just like the knights they saw on the stage.

In one scene a black servant, who had been captured in battle, was brought to a princely knight. The young knight eyed the black servant and knew he could use him, but only if darker boy agreed to bow down and serve him. Soon the two characters broke into a song.

The black boy got down on one knee and looked up at the handsome dark-haired prince and sang:

“You are my white knight…”

The young prince responded in song:

“And you are my black slave…”

Then the black boy sang:

“Save me, white knight, from the forces of darkness…”

To which the young prince sang in reply:

“I will shove my big white lance down your throat…”

To which the black boy sang:

“Oh, give me your white lance. Thrust it down my throat…”

To which the young prince replied:

“I will shove it down your throat and I will fill your mouth with my thick, sweet cream…”

And the black boy replied:

“Fill my mouth with your thick, white cream and I shall surely swallow…”

And the young prince sang:

“Swallow my cream and you will be saved from the forces of darkness.”

All of the boys from Sunnydale sat rigidly in their seats. They didn’t know what to make of what was happening on the stage. They knew that the scene was about virtue and bravery in battle, but for some reason their dicks got hard. They were fully aroused. They didn’t move. They just sat there with their eyes fixated on the stage, their mouths hanging open and their hard young cocks throbbing inside of their pants.

They shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, trying to make their boners go down, but it was to no avail.

When the musical was over the boys were ushered out of the auditorium. They giggled nervously and swatted each other on the ass, with friendly laughter – not quite knowing why they were doing it or what to do next. Their boners jutted out in front of them as they got on the bus to go back to Sunnydale.

Back at Sunnydale the boys lined up in the cafeteria for dinner. Black boys eyed their white counterparts from the corner of their eyes, stealing glances of their classmates’ soft long bangs, and ruddy cheeks and lips, and their smooth, creamy, white skin. The black boys were hypnotized by the beauty they saw and grabbed the crotches of their trousers.

When their classmates noticed the black boys’ glances, the blacks nervously looked away. Still, the boners in their pants said things the black boys could not put into words.

Sensing they had the upper hand, the white boys bided their time, waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of things after dinner.

That opportunity eventually came. So long as the black boys were in a group they couldn’t explore the effect that the musical had on them, but when the white boys could get one or two of them alone it was different story.

In one dorm room, after dark, a room of white teenagers circled around a lone black teen.

“That was a hot musical we saw this afternoon wasn’t it?” one of the boys said, zipping down his trousers.

“Yeah, it was cool…all them knights ‘n shit,” the black boy mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact and slouching in his chair so low that he was nearly falling on his knees in front of the boy.

The room full of boys tightened their circle around the lone black boy.

“Yeah, dude…” another boy said, also unzipping his pants, “You need to have my lance shoved down your throat. Whaddaya think?”

The other boys were quick to join in: “Yeah, mine too,” “and mine,” “Yeah, swallow me too.” 

Each of them were unzipping their flies and shoving their hard, young cocks in the encircled black boy’s face. The boy’s eyes glazed over. A dreamy look crossed his face. He ever so slightly parted his thick lips and tilted his head back so the boys could shove their cocks in his mouth if they wanted to. 

“You, da white knights, man,” he said, “I guess I aint got no choice…”

One after another they grabbed the black boy by his head and shoved their throbbing white cocks down his throat. The boy’s face was shoved into blond pubes, then brunette pubes, then red pubes. Each lad pumped his cock in and out of the black boy’s thick lips for a few strokes, moaning with satisfaction, whispering, “Ahhhh, suck it,” before passing the boy’s head on to the next lad.

The black boy’s face made the rounds on horny white teenagers’ cocks several times before they started holding his head more tightly and humped violently down his throat, making him gag.

Now, the black boy’s face was covered with pubic sweat and his own saliva, which was drooling out of his mouth. 

The boys who were passing his head around got more passionate. They breathed heavily and lost control of themselves, hissing, “Oh yeah – suck it, nigger, that’s what you’re good for.”

This wasn’t said out of anger, it only showed that all the boys felt comfortable around each other. They could say whatever came to their minds without feeling ashamed of it. Even the black boy was aroused as he was now fully on his knees and jacking off.

Soon the boys found the whole scene too arousing. They couldn’t hold back any longer. One after the other they fired their loads down the black boy’s throat, and in his face. The roomful of young white knights covered the black boy’s face with warm, sticky cum until it drizzled down his neck and onto the floor.

After he shot his load down the black boy’s throat one of the guys sighed, “You’re a good sport, bud; a real trooper. We’re going to have to play this game again some time.”

All the other boys agreed as they tucked their spent cocks back inside their trousers and got ready for bed.

Thus another eventful day at Sunnydale came to an end. 

The teachers took pride in seeing the enthusiasm their students had developed from musicals. The boys asked if they could see a musical every week, especially if it involved chivalry and adventure. This only reinforced the notion that boys can always learn something new if you take the time to expose them to it.

