Clement at Sunnydale Part 2

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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 two teenagers. 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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By the time Clement had reached 15 years of age he had swallowed a lot of semen from the cocks of white teenagers at Sunnydale. They pumped their loads into Clements mouth almost on a daily basis and he had learned to like it, although he could never admit this to them  or to himself. 

He learned that swallowing white teenagers cum made him akin to being their blood brother, although they seemed to simply enjoy the sensation of having the black boys thick, soft lips wrapped around their hard white cocks.

Clement spent a great deal of time on his knees, staring at the pure milky whiteness of the other boys thighs and burying his face in their blond or sandy brown pubes. 

The boys enjoyed using Clement during those long stretches of time when they had to be away from their girlfriends and couldnt get out of the reform school on furlough. 

Clements thick lips and moist tongue were as good as any pussy they could get on the outside. It always gave them a sense of pride and accomplishment to see strands of their thick white cum oozing down the black boys chin or the side of his face after they had finished with him.

Clement grew accustomed to having the taste of the white teenagers jism in his mouth. He savored that taste and beat off to it, reimagining what it felt like to hold onto the boys ruddy knees as he steadied himself while they pounded his face with their stiff ivory cocks. 

Clement felt as though he was making himself useful to young European squires who would eventually become courageous young knights. In Clements eyes they were like young white gods of virtue. He saw himself as providing a vital service for them, easing their teenage sexual frustrations and the tensions.

One day administrators assigned Clement a new roommate; he was a tall, brown-skinned Asian, the rich color of dark gold, named Jain. He was from southern China. Clement was fascinated by the boys smooth bronze skin, his straight dark hair and deep mysterious eyes. Clement watched Jain closely as the boy, although strong and solidly built, seemed to move across the room with the softness, subtlety and agility of cat.

Jains smooth golden skin and his straight black hair, his small nose and lush ruby lips, gave him the appearance of being exceptionally neat and orderly. These were qualities Clement wanted in his own life.

His features were dark, sharp and alert. Everything about Jain seemed to be clean and efficient rather than wasteful and disorderly, like some of the boys Clement knew from his own neighborhood.

During the morning and at night Clement found himself transfixed by the bronze Asians body, as the boy stripped down to his boxer shorts; soft shadows outlining the firm muscle tone of Jains chest, arms and legs. Clement found he was getting aroused as he secretly stole glances of the boy.

Clement just couldnt look away when Jain was nearly naked, getting dressed in the morning or preparing to take a shower. He satisfied himself with the thought that he was just curious and admiring the body of another male in the same way that a good basketball player admires another basketball players moves. 

But Clement sported a raging hard-on every time he looked at Jain, and wanted to go down on his knees and suck the Asian boys cock. He found these impulses disturbing, and dismissed them, because Clement didnt want to think of himself as being a faggot.

One day, when Jain was in the shower, Clement locked the door of their room and rummaged through the Asian boys dirty laundry, sniffing the boys underwear, savoring the smell of the shit stains on the boys pants and imbibing the pungent odor of the boys arm pits that still lingered on his discarded t-shirts.

It was then that Clement came upon a pair of the boys pajama bottoms. 

He noticed that the area around the opening for the boys cock was stiff with heavy white stains. The stains were cakey and came off in flakes. 

Clement sniffed the stains, which smelled like pineapple. He licked them, making them moist with a thick and slimy consistency in his mouth. Clement realized that they were dried cum stains that the Asian boy must have ejaculated during a wet dream or masturbation. 

Clement sucked on the garment some more, sucking all of the cum stains off of the boys pajama bottom. His mouth was now coated with the bronze Asians rehydrated cum. It was as though the Asian had become a part of him.

Clement felt a rush of arousal; he unzipped his trousers and started stroking himself. He stroked himself nearly to the point of orgasm when he suddenly heard his roommate fumbling with his keys to unlock the door. 

Clement tossed the boys pajamas back in the laundry sack and quickly tried to zip himself up before his roommate entered the room.

When Jain finally opened the door he looked annoyed, Why did you lock the door? What if I didnt have my keys?

Clement was afraid to look the boy in the eyes, folded his arms across his chest and stared out of the window, I dunno, I didnt know it was locked. I guess I just did it out of habit.

Jain pulled out a fresh pair of boxer shorts from his drawer and turned to his laundry sack to discard the old pair he had been wearing.

He stared at the sack and then turned around and eyed Clement suspiciously, but Clement refused to look at him.

After Clements little discovery that afternoon he made it a habit to visit Jains laundry sack on almost a daily basis. Every day he found that the boys underclothes carried rich smells from the Asian teenagers body that drove Clement into a wild frenzy of masturbation. 

He covered his face with the boys dirty t-shirts and boxer shorts and beat off, often having several orgasms in a row. Frequently he hit the jackpot and discovered the familiar cakes of dried cum on the boys underwear and pajama bottoms. Clement sucked on these, making his mouth slimy with the boys revitalized cum and savoring its flavor.

Just as white boys had come to represent chivalry in Clements mind, this Asian boy came to represent deep and mystical sage-like wisdom. Clement sought to share in the boys god-like virtues, and honor him, by ingesting his dried semen.

Clement began to stash pieces of Jains dirty laundry in his bed during the day so that, at night, when he was convinced his roommate was sound asleep, he could pull the items out, smother his face in them and jack-off until he was exhausted and fell asleep. 

The sweaty body odors and cakes of Jains cum stains enveloped Clements face as if Jain himself were lying on top of him. For Clement, it was the next best thing to having the young Asian warrior sharing his most intimate body parts with him.

One night, when Clement was lost in the ecstasy of smothering himself in the Asian boys soiled laundry while frantically jerking himself off he felt a shadow cast over him. 

Clement pulled the boys clothing off of his face to find Jain fully awake, standing over him, stark naked and watching. 

Clement could see, in the pale moonlight that Jain was sporting a throbbing hard-on that was jutting just inches from the black boys face, yet Jain was expressionless as he stared at the pathetic masturbator.

Clement froze with embarrassment, not knowing what to say or do. He had been caught and couldnt explain his way out of it. 

Finally Jain broke the silence. In a deep voice, full of mystery and intimacy, the Asian boy said, All this time you have used substitutes; now it is time for you to work on the real thing.

With that he grabbed the back of Clements head and shoved his throbbing cock into the startled black boys mouth. 

Clement had always thought the boys cock would be tasteless and clean, almost with a sanitary sterility, but instead it was heavy and earthy, masculine and musty. 

The Asian boy pushed his cock all the way to the back of Clements throat, nearly cutting off his air, and smothered him in the thick wild bush of his straight black pubic hair.

The smell was all-too familiar to Clement; it was the smell he had been imbibing all along as he wrapped his face in the Asian gods soiled clothes. Now the experience was fuller and more intense. Clement tasted the sweat of the boys body and felt the warmth of Jains flesh as his member throbbed in Clements startled mouth.

Jain grabbed Clements head and humped violently in his mouth. In a deep voice Jain intoned, Suck me, niiiiigger faggot. The young Asian warrior was hunched over and humping the black boys face.

Clement felt like a hapless slave that was being raped by his captor as part of the spoils of war. He slobbered on the Asian boys cock, as if to acknowledge Jains beauty, strength and power. 

Jain used his cock like a golden lance as he repeatedly rammed it down the black boys throat. Clement gagged, gurgled and gasped for air as the smooth-skinned Asian male used his head, holding it tight while he impaled his mouth. 

Clements eyes grew wide and began to water as the bronze warrior fucked his mouth mercilessly, breathing heavily with every thrust.

In the musty haze of unleashed teenage sensuality Clement felt kinship with young Asian, whose thrusts in his mouth grew more and more frenzied as if this was all Clement was good for.

Clement felt both demeaned and aroused by the way the Asian teenager was treating him. To be fucked so mercilessly by Jains golden cock, which was hard and beautiful, was exciting and humiliating.

Clement was finally getting what he wanted  he no longer had to satisfy himself with the scent of the Asians body on his soiled clothes, how he was getting a face full of the boys musty pubes and lubricating body fluids in his mouth.

Jain let out a loud gasp. His body bucked in a spastic orgasm. He hissed, Swallow my cuuumm, niiiiiggger, and shot thick warm ropes of jism down the black boys throat. 

Clement swallowed the Asian boys cum, feeling proud that his bronze god felt that he was worthy of it.

Jain kept pumping his cock in the boys mouth, gradually slowing down, allowing it to soften on Clements tongue and to drain himself of all his body fluids before extracting himself from the boys lips.

Clements mouth was sticky and slimy with Asian cum. Both boys breathed heavily, as if they had just completed a wrestling match. Their bodies heaved in the moonlight of the dark room; silhouettes of youthful masculinity.

Jain turned to go back to bed, but, is if he couldnt resist one final insult, whirled halfway around and grabbed Clement by his head, forcing the black boys face between his ass cheeks.

Lick my ass, niiiiggger; lick it clean.

Clements face was enveloped between the bronze boys ass cheeks. The hairs of the boys ass pressed against Clements nose. He stuck out his tongue and licked shit stains and juices from the Asian gods ass. When Jain was satisfied he released Clements head, allowing his roommate to flop backwards onto his bed.

As Clement lay there in the dark, his mouth sticky with cum and shit juices in his nostrils, he knew that there was no better place than Sunnydale to be surrounded by young boys who could teach him everything he needed to know about manhood.







