Date: Sat, 07 Aug 2004 11:44:14 +1000
From: Chris Hetherington <fetishchris@hotmail.com>
Subject: teenage twinks and sluts 1

Chris MacKenzie blinked and snapped himself out of it. Daydreaming and
fantasising about your stud english teacher's cock wasn't a good thing if
the
said history teacher had walked in front of your desk. Chris abruptly tore
his eyes away from Mr Johnston's crotch and looked up.

"Chris. Your homework?" Mr Johnston was holding out his hand expectantly.

Chris mumbled something and put the sheet into his teacher's waiting hand.
He found himself looking at Mr Johnston's rump as he walked past. Mr
Johnston was a young english teacher - probably only a few years out of
university. Handsome, muscled and charming, it had been whispered he had
slept with more than a few students, both male and female. Samantha, the
stunning blonde princess of the school had admitted that she'd experienced
Mr Johnston's huge shaft on many an occasion.

As the class ended, and Mr Johnston had begun speaking with two of the girls
who had come to ask him questions, Chris wandered over to his teacher's
desk,
looking down to make sure he'd handed in the right homework. A small black
card was lying ill-concealed underneath the pile of papers, and curiosity
got
the better of him. Chris' heart beat faster when he uncovered the card and
the words screamed at him "THE GENERATION CLUB: MALES ONLY FETISH". He took
a
mental note of the phone number listed and quickly walked out of the room,
ears burning a furious red.

As he opened the door to his house on coming home, he realised with a smile
that no one was home - again. An only child, and with parents that both
worked
in a suburb well away from home, Chris had come to expect independence.
There were days when his parents had even rung to tell him they weren't
coming home
for the night, and were staying somewhere else, which suited him fine. He
threw his bag in the corner, went up to his room and began to undress.

Thinking of Mr Johnston's enormous cock, connected with this "Generation
Club" that was clearly some sort of gay fetish scene, had Chris' own cock
very hard. Seven inches long and circumcised, the 15 year-old Chris was
well-endowed. He'd been flattered by a few girls who had thought him cute,
because he was a
relatively small guy, with little body hair and a boyish face - that is, he
was a young twink who would have been any old gay man's fantasy.

Naked in his room, Chris bent over to open the drawer where he kept all his
favourite underwear. He had his favourite blue thong, and a couple of
g-strings, as well as some speedos and plenty of tight white briefs. He put
his blue thong on, loving the way it inched up his tight crack, and what a
beautiful butt Chris had - two perfect, pert cheeks combining to make a
tight round ass with a tiny, puckered sphincter. He was an anal virgin and
inexperienced in gay sex, but he had done plenty of 'research' on the
internet, hoarding hundreds of hardcore videos. He picked up the phone and
dialled the number for the "Generation Club".

"Hello? I was wondering about some information for your club."

"What information were you after?" the operator on the other end of the line
said, a male voice.

"Uh..well, I suppose you're an over 18 club?" Chris asked.

"Well, not exactly." The male voice paused. "Our policy is that you must be
over 18, or if you're under 18, you can still enter if you have your dad or
your brother bring you, or if you have someone else at least twenty years
older than you."

Chris thought that last one was a bit strange, and said so.

"A lot of our clients are middle-aged to older men who like bringing in
young boys. We don't accept anyone under 12 years old, though."

"Oh, okay."

"One other thing is that some members like to wear fetish gear and masks,
though you don't have to if you don't want to. We're a themed club. You're
not
allowed to wear more than underwear unless the clothing is leather, rubber
or latex."

"Ok, thanks for the info!" Chris said goodbye and hung up, a hand around his
thick cock as he pumped a few times, imagining entering the Generation Club.
The thoughts of being an older man's pleasure slave or harem boy was
something he'd had for years.

Over the next few days he began to plan how he could get into the Generation
Club. He clearly needed someone to take him there, but he didn't have the
courage to ask anyone, least of all Mr Johnston. His next few english
classes were a blur as he kept on imagining how Mr Johnston would look in
latex fetish
gear, or nothing at all. He found an old ski mask with openings for the
eyes, nose and mouth, and decided that he was going to enter masked, wearing
his
favourite navy blue thong. He imagined servicing Mr Johnston's cock, his
lips tight around the shaft as he sucked. Chris found it hard concealing his
boner
around school.

By chance one day he had heard Mr Johnston say to another teacher he was
going out that night, and when Chris asked Samantha tentatively, she replied
that Mr Johnston often went to some clubs on a Wednesday night.

"Are you his new pretty boy?" she asked innocently, tossing her long blonde
hair over her shoulder. Everyone knew that Samantha was Mr Johnston's slut.

Chris opened his mouth to reply and stuttered a quick "No" before beating a
hasty retreat. Samantha wouldn't tell anyone, though.

So it was at the Wednesday night that he appeared at the entrance to the
Generation Club, having caught a taxi to a spot nearby and walking the rest
of
the distance to the address. He was wearing his normal clothes, but
underneath he already had the blue thong on, and he had the mask on his
hands ready. It
seemed from the street that people entered the Generation Club in their
normal attire, so Chris slid in.

Inside the initial double doors, there was a small foyer which then led to
the real club inside. It was in the foyer that he found men in several
states of
undress, some wearing latex gear, others not. And there, in the corner, he
saw Mr Johnston. His english teacher was just wearing an extremely tight
pair of
leather shorts that hugged every contour of his ass and crotch, and Chris
could see an impressively-sized bulge. Chris' own thong began to strain as
his cock jumped to life, completely filling the pouch of his thong.
Emboldened by the sight of his english teacher, Chris hurriedly put on the
ski mask before Mr Johnston noticed him, and then undressed until he was
only in his thong.

Some of the older men around the room began to take an interest in him,
noting his tanned, smooth 15 year-old body and and perfect butt. The only
person he was interested in, though, was Mr Johnston. He needn't have
worried how to get his attention, though, because Mr Johnston was leering at
him as much as any of the others.

"Got a partner to go in with?" Mr Johnston asked, clearly sizing Chris up
and liking what he saw, not knowing that it was one of his students.

"No," Chris replied. "Can I go in with you?"

"Hell yes." Mr Johnston grinned widely, and some of the older men in the
foyer moved on as they realised one more delectable young teen boy had
slipped through their grasp.

As they walked through the door, Mr Johnston landed a slap on Chris' behind.
He pulled up on the thong to dig it deeper into Chris' crack, smiling at
him,
before entering the club with his hand fondling Chris' right buttock.

"So, kid, you been around here before?" Mr Johnston asked.

"No, it's my first time," Chris said. He was relieved Mr Johnston hadn't
seemed to recognise his voice. He rarely said anything in class anyway, and
judging by the enormous bulge at his teacher's crotch, Mr Johnston probably
wasn't thinking at a very deep level.

"First time boys, I like them. Come on, don't be shy. More than half the
people are naked in here, we'd better get naked too." And Mr Johnston
promptly got rid of the tight leather pants. Chris couldn't take his eyes
off his teacher's cock. It sprung up as it was released, a good nine inches
long and very thick. He also had two decently-sized balls, and had shaved
his crotch so it was hairless. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Mr Johnston
smiled down at him.

Chris shrugged and stepped out of his blue thong. His own rock-hard erection
was obvious, but Mr Johnston was eyeing his beautiful butt. "You're one
gorgeous boy. What was your name?"

Chris hesitated for a moment before he decided to say "Chris" anyway. It was
a common enough name.

"Funny that," Mr Johnston laughed. "There's a boy called Chris in my class
who's a hottie. Really cute guy, I've always wanted to fuck the little tease
until he couldn't walk straight the next day."

Chris nodded, not quite prepared yet to reveal his identity. He wanted this
night to be an anonymous one. Then he could tease Mr Johnston even more at
school, now knowing that his english teacher had noticed him.

He almost gasped when he turned and saw another familiar face. Nicholas Ray,
one of the boys in his class, a red-headed fourteen year-old with a smooth
body similar to Chris' own. Nick was on his knees sucking the cock of a man
who must have been at least fifty years older than him. There was someone
else he could have fun with at school, now. Chris couldn't wait to be a
tease at Nick at school, too. He'd always thought Nick was hot, and his
classmate sported a seven-inch erection, and appeared to have been shaved.

"You like what they're doing? That cute boy's name over there is Nick. I
fuck him often. He's got a sweet, tight little body. I've made films with
him so he's now obedient otherwise he'll have those films splashed
everywhere. You two would make a good pairing of obedient fucks to start my
boy harem." Mr Johnston grinned lewdly, following Chris eyes. "Why don't you
start on me?"

Chris looked down at Mr Johnston's cock and dropped to his knees. His
teacher's cock was at eye level. Rock hard, enormous, a throbbing nine
inches, Chris put his lips around it, struggling to fit the head in his
mouth. He managed to secure his lips around the base of the head and began
to suck, his mouth full of his teacher's meat.

"That's it, boy." Mr Johnston stroked Chris' head through the skimask. "Suck
on it, you little slut. I love face-fucking little boys like you." Mr
Johnston continued to press more inches of his engorged meat into Chris'
throat until he started to choke. Mr Johnston pulled out of him, as Chris
gasped for breath. "Get on your hands and knees. I want to see that tight
little ass and pound it doggystyle."

Chris obediently did as he was told, his ass pointing upwards. He felt the
head of Mr Johnston's cock at his tiny puckered sphincter. He jolted with
surprise as an index finger slid inside his anus, lubricating him with a
glob of clear sloshy liquid.

"You've got one tight butt," Mr Johnston said as he pushed against Chris'
anus. The nine-inch monster cock slid in three inches, stretching his hole
as it slid through his anal passage. Chris arched his back and threw his
head back as more began to fill him, his muscles clenching involuntarily
down as his teacher's enormous cock slid right in. Mr Johnston began to
pound him, faster and faster and harder and harder. Dimly Chris registered
that the same was being done to Nick close by, and soon both the yelps and
squeals of the two teenage boys were filling the room.

Mr Johnston exploded in him, sticky white liquid flowing through Chris'
insides and warming him. "You were a good fuck." He reluctantly pulled his
cock out of Chris' ass. "You can go now." Just like that. Mr Johnston
treating him like some boy to fuck and then move on.

Chris waited nearby as Mr Johnston walked over to Nick. "Nick, I want you to
do something for me."

"Yes, Sir?" Nick asked, standing in all his teenage boy nakedness, his seven
inch rod still hard. Chris began to realise that he really wanted Nick.

Mr Johnston cupped Nick's chin and tilted the boy's head up so he could look
into his eyes. "I want you to seduce Chris MacKenzie. I want that boy. If
you're successful, we'll have him over at my apartment sometime, and fuck
him to bits. We'll turn him into a cock-hungry slut. And a pornstar in the
process."

Chris quietly slid out of the Generation Club, thinking on what he'd just
heard.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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