Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2012 18:48:13 -0500 From: Evan Williams Subject: Clement at Sunnydale Part 4 Clement at Sunnydale Part 4 *********************************** 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. ************************************* Part of the program at Sunnydale was to expose the boys to "cultural enrichment." This program consisted of taking the boys on field trips to museums and historic sites so they could learn about history, the arts and science. White students in the program needed these activities to get in touch with their European cultural roots. Black students needed these field trips even more, because they had been taught that they were all kings and queens from ancient Egypt who flew around in helicopters. All of the boys were paraded down the halls of the museum to see the great artistic, scientific and philosophical accomplishments of European civilization. The white students became restless, longing for more familiar tokens of cultural diversity, which they had been taught in public schools, such as primitive tattoos or "body art," ritualistic drum circles, "flesh tunnels" creating elongated earlobes, silver nose rings and other body piercings. They had no appreciation for European cultural traditions of beauty based on proportionality and reason. To have such values, they believed, amounted to "racism." But the black boys, on the other hand, were totally astounded by what they saw. They fully appreciated the sculpted images that surrounded them. They were encircled by large white marble images of youthful Mediterranean manhood at its perfection. Smooth white marble reproductions of Michelangelo's "David" and the famous 5th century B.C. Greek "Discus Thrower" towered over them. The black boys huddled together in awe, eyes wide as saucers, staring at young white manhood at its perfection. Some of them began to feel weak in their knees wanting to honor the flesh-and-blood versions of these statues that were standing right in front of them. A few of the black boys rushed off to the Mens' Room where quite a few white teenagers had also gathered to seek refuge from their mothers, who were trying turn this fun outing into an educational trip, and their young girlfriends who always refused to give them head. The black boys were more than willing to accommodate these frustrated white teenagers who couldn't get head from their girlfriends, especially after staring at such awe-inspiring white marble statues for so long. Black boys rushed into the toilet stalls, with white teens on the other side. They sank to their knees and serviced the white teens through the glory holes. In no time at all the horny white teenagers emerged, relaxed, from their stalls leaving a satisfied black on the other side, with streams of thick, jism oozing out of his mouth and dripping off of his chin. For desperate black boys, and their sexually frustrated white teenage peers, the activities through the glory holes at the museum provided a chance for the white boys to feel like classical Greek or Roman gods while the black boys had the thrill of having a handsome white marble statue come to life and shoot his wad down the darker boy's awe-inspired throat. It was a win-win situation for everybody. ************************************* Sometimes Sunnydale field trips were selected to cater to the strengths of the black boys' cultural background. These trips, however, were popular with the white lads also. A group of boys were rounded up and hustled off to a retro Soul Music Festival featuring Funk, Soul, and Rhythm and Blues. All the boys loved the antics of the black musicians as they pranced around the stage, twisting their bodies suggestively while wearing loud costumes and wild hair styles. Many of the performers were naked above the waist, and wore tight pants so you could see the outline of their big black cocks and bulbous asses as they danced across the stage. Some performers used a hot comb to make their long nappy hair stand straight up on end, as if they had just seen some sort of spook. Some of them dyed their hair multiple colors and wore makeup around their eyes, nose and lips to exaggerate their features. They shook their sweaty brown half-naked bodies like African witch doctors and mesmerized their largely white audience, inducing them into a hypnotic trance that freed their long-repressed eroticism. Even middle-aged white males, with their wives or lovers sitting beside them, instinctively sported boners as they fantasized about long, passionate sessions with hot, sweaty ebony bodies inside of a hut in the middle of a misty tropical rain forest. White teenagers in the audience surreptitiously stroked their cocks as they took in raw displays of African American sensuality for the first time in their young lives. They couldn't wait to get back to the dorms, behind locked bedroom doors, to give their black roommate a slurpy wet blow job and coax the flow of hot, white coconut juice from the black boy's horny young body. The white lads discovered long ago that there is nothing like swallowing black male jungle juices in order to make their own dick hard for hours and impress their girlfriend later that evening. ************************************* Sometimes black boys from Sunnydale were allowed to earn extra cash working in nearby restaurants. One of the biggest nearby restaurants was called Sukki, Japanese cuisine. They hired blacks to work in the kitchen and as bus boys. Most of the black boys from Sunnydale who applied for these jobs already had experience working in the back of other restaurants. Pandora's Bread shop, for example, hired black boys, but only if they worked in the kitchen. The owners and managers at Pandora's thought that customers only wanted to see pretty young white girls, who reminded them of their own daughters, working the cash registers. They hid young, male black employees in the back. It was just as well. The black boys didn't want to interact with a bunch of "old white men" and their wives anyway. They stripped down to their waists in the hot kitchen, smoked blunts and scrubbed pots and pans. The pretty young white girls from the front always seemed to have an excuse to sneak back into the kitchen whenever they knew the black boys were around. The owners and the managers told them to stay away from these boys so they wouldn't get into any "trouble," but the innocent young white girls rarely obeyed these warnings. In fact, if you didn't know any better, you might think they were aroused by the sight of the smooth sweaty brown bodies in the kitchen as the white girls, biting their lip, watched black boys scrubbing floors and dishes. You might think these naïve young girls were stealing peeks at the boys as they ran giggling back to the front when one of the young men spotted them and let his pants sag a little more than usual, exposing his pubic hair and the base of his cock. The managers were annoyed and curious about why the girls were always whispering and giggling when teenage black boys were around. ************************************* But in the Japanese restaurant it was a different story. The only people who were allowed in the kitchen were the cooks, the busboys, the dishwashers and the managers. It was an all male operation in the back. When the black boys got bored they teased the Asian cooks, making fun of the way they talked. Because these Asians had hairless round faces and soft bronze skin, the black boys thought they were pushovers, besides, they figured the Asian boys were too serious to realize that the black boys were making fun of them. One young, smooth-skinned Asian chef, bronze and muscular, and sweating from the kitchen heat, stepped out to the back of the store where a bunch of black boys were sitting on empty metal milk crates, smoking blunts and talking trash. The chef still had his meat clever in his hand and the black boys, who had been teasing him earlier, thought he was mad and was about get revenge. Most of the boys scattered in four different directions, but one got his foot caught and stumbled face-first onto the ground, right in front of the teenage Asian chef. The black boy begged for his life, promising to do anything the young Asian demanded of him. The Asian teen towered over him and looked down, suddenly realizing his unexpected good fortune. He looked around to make sure no one was watching. "You have big mouth and nice lips. You suck on my cock," he said. The black boy cringed; he couldn't be serious. "You have nice pillow lips and you always yapping you trap. Now you use your mouth suck my cock," the teenage chef repeated. He didn't waste any time zipping down his pants and pulling out a thick, brown Asian cock. He waved his cock in the black boy's face with one hand; with the other he waved his clever over the boy's head. His meaning was clear. The black boy crawled to his knees. He wrapped his lips around the Asian boy's cock and gave him a nice blow job. The Asian grabbed the back of black boy's nappy head and thrust wildly in his mouth, "You suck good cock. You got perfect lips for it. I should have done this sooner. You gonna be my cock sucking bus boy from now on." The black boy slurped on the young Asian warrior's meat, making the chef moan. He looked up at his brown skinned Japanese tormentor. The boy's eyes were half-closed and his head was tossed back. He looked as though he were sleeping. He was in sheer ecstasy. Although the black boy felt as though he should be insulted about having the brown-skinned Asian's cock in his mouth, all he wanted now was to please him. The Asian had such a smooth angelic face and shiny straight black hair; the black boy was beginning to feel as though it was an honor to serve this young Samurai warrior. The Asian grabbed the black boy's skull and allowed his body to convulse in a series of violent spasms. The black boy felt his mouth filling with thick, creamy cum juices from the Asian boy's body, tasting like raw oysters as it slid down his throat. The black boy swallowed it all, glad to be of service to such handsome young master from the East. ************************************* Back at Sunnydale all the boys were restless from a full day of activity. They couldn't wait for the curfew to be imposed so they could climb in their beds and masturbate to the images that filled their heads; images such as tough brown-skinned Asian warriors sticking their cocks in the boys' mouths, and smooth white god-like European heroes resembling marble statues, and sweaty chocolate brown jungle warriors doing rhythmic dances to show off their thick black cocks. There was much to stimulate a boy's imagination once he left the confines of Sunnydale; but he brought it all home when he returned to the dorms and settled under warm covers, stroking his teenage manhood until he fell asleep.