Date: Sat, 07 Aug 2004 11:44:14 +1000
From: Chris Hetherington <fetishchris@hotmail.com>
Subject: teenage twinks and sluts 2

For the next few days Chris could barely conceal his glee as he took every
single opportunity to tease both Mr Johnston and Nick. He lost count of the
number of times he would bend over to pick up a pen.

The opportunity that Nick had been waiting for came on the Monday afternoon.
Both Nick and Chris were in the same soccer team, and as training finished
up and the others had left, the two boys were the only ones left in the
school. Chris looked over at Nick in his soccer uniform and noticed (not for
the first time) how sleek and smooth his body was, and how tight his ass
looked in those shorts. Chris had deliberately worn his thong under his
shorts for soccer practice and let Nick have a glimpse of it as the band
momentarily moved above the line of his shorts. Hopefully that would
encourage the beautiful young Nick to make the move.

It didn't take long. Nick had known for a little while now that Chris was
definitely bisexual, if not gay...and so when the two of them were left in
the changerooms, he started to make conversation.

"So, you like those thongs, Chris?" Nick asked, as he took his boots off.

"Yeah. I like the feel of them."

"Me too, see?" And Nick pulled his shorts down, revealing a leopard-coloured
g-string. Chris' cock immediately went rock hard. "I hope you like it."

Chris nodded, mesmerised by the bulging pouch of that leopard thong. He
remembered the hard seven-inch cock that Nick had had in it at the
Generation Club.

"Someone gave it to me as a birthday present," Nick continued on. Chris
smiled a little - he thought he knew who, as the fourteen year-old Nick
moved closer. "You know, Chris, I've always thought you were pretty hot." He
was now very close. He fumbled at Chris' crotch, revealing the outline of
his seven-inch shaft in his shorts. Nick smiled and began to pull Chris'
shorts off.

Chris didn't object as Nick pulled them down, revealing his blue thong. Nick
rubbed his nose across the thong, before using his hand to pull out Chris'
cock. Chris arched his head back as Nick suddenly took him in his mouth and
began to suck. Nick's warm mouth was hot and the sight of the fourteen
year-old boy with Chris' cock stretching his lips made Chris go wild. Nick
had serviced plenty of old men before, as well as Mr Johnston, so it was no
surprise he was good at it.

"Wow, Nick, you're...unh...you're great!" Chris managed as he began to feel
his excitement building. Nick redoubled his efforts and managed to deep
throat the rest of Chris' cock until he had his nose buried in Chris'
crotch, and his lips were right at the fifteen year-old's balls. With a
shout, Chris came, and gallons of white teenage liquid filled Nick's mouth.
Some overflowed and dribbled around his cheeks as Nick withdrew, wiping it
on his hand and licking it up.

"That was..so good," Chris mumbled.

"I'm used to it," Nick said matter-of-factly. "I've given hundreds of
blowjobs now. Usually at this club I go to. Although a lot of them are older
men. I like your cock better."

"You're a boy slut!" Chris said.

"I think whore is a better word," Nick said, grinning. "And the fact that
I'm lusted after so much, well, you can imagine. You should come along to
the club sometime. You wouldn't believe what sort of people are there."

Chris could imagine. After all, he'd been there. He started to clean himself
up, drawing up his shorts again. "Have you been done by many people at
school?"

"Oh, a few. Not that many, actually." Nick pulled his shorts up too, so now
it looked just like two soccer boys hanging around after training talking to
each other. "It still hurts a bit sometimes, because everyone says my butt
is too tight."

Chris winced. His ass still stung a little from the rough treatment Mr
Johnston had given it the other night. "Is that all you do? Sex?"

"Well there's more of course. Sometimes guys like to dress me up as a
schoolboy, or an altar boy...and I get whipped and spanked sometimes. BDSM's
really fun, you know." Nick winked. He began to pick up his bags. "Anyway, I
think I've gotta go, otherwise Dad'll be wondering where I am. Not that he
really notices all that much."

"Yeah, sure. I'll see you." Chris waved as Nick, his newly-found fuck
partner, left. He picked up his own bags and left for home.

On the Internet he looked up BDSM and all the other things. He found he
liked latex and leather...a pity, because all the things were so expensive.
And Chris began to understand Nick's side of the story, how being a young
boy wanted by all these other men was so exciting. He wanted to get in on
this bondage thing...being tied up seemed so arousing. Not to mention
roleplaying too. Being an altar boy, or son, or young gymnast....It was a
pity the term was ending soon, the holidays would be coming around, and they
were four weeks long. He wasn't sure what he'd do then. Nick lived
reasonably close by, though...so he had a fair idea.

He picked up the phone. "Hey Nick!" he said, as he heard his friend's voice
on the other line.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"I want to get fucked."

"Ooh...by who?" Nick asked, curious.

"Mr Johnston."

There was silence on the end of the other line. Nick probably couldn't
believe his ears. "You mean...our english teacher? That Mr Johnston?"

"Well, there's only one of them, silly. Of course him. Why? Have you already
done it with him before?"

Nick laughed. "Let's say the desk in his office probably contains a few
traces of cum on it. I can set you up with him anytime you like, really,
although it's going to be tough. The term is ending soon, you know."

"Yeah, end of the week and holidays start. So what do you recommend? What
does Mr Johnston like? How could I start?"

"So many questions!" Nick said. "Well, first of all, don't wear any
underwear. Mr Johnston really likes that. And wear your tightest pair of
pants. And bend over a lot. And suck on your pen a lot. If you really want
to be obvious, cut out a gay picture and let him accidentally see it."

"I don't have any magazines though," Chris said. "I'll do all the other
things, though."

"I'll rummage around and see what I can find. I'll see you tomorrow then!"
Nick said, and hung up the phone.

The next day, Chris arrived at school and found Nick straight away. They had
English class later in the day. Nick slid him a little envelope in their
French class, giving Chris a pat on the crotch and saying "You'll like it."
Chris went to the toilet to open it, and was astonished to see what was
inside. It was a picture of Nick himself, on his hands and knees doggy-style
on a table. One man who had to be at least sixty years old was giving him a
rough fucking from behind, while Mr Johnston's enormous nine-inch cock was
buried in Nick's mouth. Nick's eyes were looking up at Mr Johnston and Chris
could tell he was having a good time. Strange though, the picture looked
like it had come from a magazine. Nick was already a young gay pornstar at
fourteen years old?

It was a simple matter to do all that Nick had suggested in history class.
Chris looked across two seats to where NIck was sitting, and gave a knowing
grin. Chris mouthed "pornstar?" at Nick, and the fourteen year-old just
blushed.

When class had ended and Mr Johnston had told Chris to remain behind, and
curiously enough, Nick also, the teacher looked at Chris in a new light. "I
suppose Nick passed you that picture?" he asked.

Chris nodded, holding it up fully so he could see.

"Put it away!" Mr Johnston said quickly. "Best no one else sees it. So would
you like to do what young Nick is doing, Chris?"

"Yes Sir," Chris answered his teacher. Mr Johnston made sure the door to the
classroom was closed and locked, before fondling Chris' bulge in his tight
pants. "I suppose we'll have to take care of this, too, although I'll take
care of this one." And he landed a familiar slap on Chris' tight rump.

"School is going to finish soon, the end of the week and the holidays start.
I'd love to have fun with you beautiful young boys...but I've got something
on this afternoon, and I don't think I'll be able to do anything for the
rest of the week. In the meantime, though, I can give you some videos and
magazines." And Mr Johnston handed a couple to Chris, who thought he
recognised one of them, "Male BDSM Fetish". "Now don't tell your parents, of
course. Otherwise you won't get any of this." And he suggestively rubbed his
nine-inch cock through his pants.

"I'll try and see if we can get something worked out these holidays. And
I'll buy you two things to wear and things to use on each other. Like I
said, I can't do anything this afternoon, but Chris...would you like to suck
Nick off now? He looks like he's got a big boner. Suck on it, Chris."

Chris looked at Nick and grinned. "It's only right I return the favour." He
tugged on Nick's fly and pulled out the familiar seven-inch meat that he
knew his friend had, and was soon on his hands and knees servicing him. Nick
had his hands tangled in Chris' hair, and Chris, being new to this, half
struggled at fitting it all in his mouth. He must have managed enough,
though, as thick, white boy com suddenly shot from Nick's cock and covered
his face as Chris choked.

A flash momentarily blinded him and it was only a few seconds later he
realised Mr Johnston had been taking photos! "Hey, give those back!" he
said, reaching for them. Mr Johnston easily held the camera up above his
head so Chris couldn't reach.

"No, no...you won't get these back. I just need something to excite me. And
some of my friends, too. Now don'y you go being a naughty boy and telling
your parents, otherwise these will go all over school, and you'll be known
as a gay slut."

"I'll tell everyone you took them!"

Mr Johnston laughed. "My word against yours, and I think I know which one
people will take. Now run along, now, I've got my girl's netball team
coaching to get to."

Curiously two days later, Chris received a letter in the post, addressed to
his parents. His Dad just shook his head - he was used to getting letters
about Chris, and his Mum looked very flustered. Finally, Chris got to see
it.

"Dear Mr and Mrs MacKenzie,

I'm sorry to inform you that Chris' grades weren't up to scratch this
semester. I know he's an intelligent boy and so I didn't fail him. However,
I do this on the condition that he attends a writing camp for children his
age during the holidays. This writing camp lasts for the full four weeks,
and will help him with all his subjects. I highly recommend it, as many
students before have gone on it and come back with greatly improved results.
The cost of the camp is, unfortunately, quite steep, and you will need to
write a cheque for two thousand dollars to cover the costs of the four weeks
he'll be away. My phone number is enclosed, and I await your reply,

Mr Johnston."

Chris looked at it and wondered for a split second whether his results had
really been that bad, but he knew they hadn't. He was always coming in the
top half of the class anyway, so they couldn't have been that bad. But for
four weeks? The entire holidays? What was this camp? It then began to dawn
on him that Mr Johnston hadn't mentioned the place of the camp, nor had he
mentioned any other teachers, or any real details at all, and he began to
have his suspicions.

"Well, son, it looks like this Mr Johnston has your best interests at
heart," Mr MacKenzie said. "I think it's best if we send you off to this
camp. You won't have any holidays, but it'll do you some good."

Chris' mother agreed. "Yes, even though it costs a lot, we'll pay up,
because we want the best thing for you. Tell you to thank Mr Johnston for
us, for looking out for you."

"I think we'd best call him up and be done with it," Mr MacKenzie said.

He picked up the phone and rung, having a short conversation before hanging
up with a "Thank you". "Alright, Chris. He says he'll take you to the camp
personally himself, so you're to bring all your things on the last day of
school, and he'll drive you up there. You're lucky to have a teacher who
does things like this for you, Chris, in my day they'd never. He also says
you'll ring back each week so we know that you're ok. I'll write up the
cheque so this Mr Johnston can have the money right away."

Chris nodded. It was Tuesday afternoon, so Friday afternoon seemed a long
time away. He wasn't exactly sure he wanted to go on "Mr Johnston's
camp"...four weeks was a very long time. And if his suspicions were right,
he probably wouldn't be doing a lot of study, although Mr Johnston was right
when he said Chris would be putting himself to good use when he was on the
phone with Mr MacKenzie. Little did his parents know that they were
effectively paying his teacher two thousand dollars to turn him into a boy
whore who would be used and abused over the next four weeks.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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