Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2017 23:05:48 +0000 From: Me You Subject: Con Boys - Chapter 1 (Revised) (Bisex Adult/Youth) Con Boys - Chapter 1 - The Interview - Adult/Youth Bisex (mast, b/b, b/M, b/g, b/F+) Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any real person, place or event is entirely coincidental. This story features sex between a teenage boy, other teenagers and men and women. If this sort of things offends you, then don't read this story! I am uploading this story to the Nifty Archive, probably the best place for erotic stories. I have been an avid reader for years and have decided to finally contribute. If you enjoy this story you can contribute in two ways: 1. Email me - it's what makes me want to keep writing: nifty-story@outlook.com 2. Donate to the Nifty Archive. They need your pennies to keep the servers running! Vocabulary: This story is set in England. Football is the proper name for soccer and wanking is jacking off....for those people who don't know ;) THE INTERVIEW Alex sat in the plastic chair facing the table as he has been asked. His dark brown hair was flawlessly styled, swept seemingly carelessly across his head with strands dangling down onto his clear forehead. His dark eyes stared at the strangers in front of him while is face, normally marked by a glowing smile looked confused. He masked his confusion by tapping together the heels of his football boots under his chair. He'd come straight from a match (which they had won, of course; with Alex scoring the goal, of course) and he was still in his kit. Alex played for one of the top under-15 teams in the country. Having just turned 14 he was still the youngest player on the team, but his skill with the ball easily made up for that. His young face was red and still had a shine of sweat on it. His knees were still caked in mud and his right cheek still showed a gentle splatter of dried mud as is scattered over his unblemished skin. Behind the chair, a trail of mud led back to the door through which he had entered. Other than the table, the strangers and the chair that Alex was sitting on, there was a large TV which was directly behind the strangers, a door in the other corner and what looked like an open shower area right next to the door. The strangers were a mixed group. They ranged in age from late twenties up to early fifties. Alex peered across the strangers: they were waiting for something. He used this as a chance to examine them more closely. The first one was a lady, blond hair and great tits she was easily the youngest and reminded Alex of his English teacher, Miss Radkins. Next to her was an older man; he was probably in his early fifties but still had a good athletic body on him. He had dark hair, with plenty of grey showing through and smiled at Alex as he was studied by the boy. Next along the line was another woman; a little older but again still a great figure and some of the biggest tits Alex had ever seen in his life. The last of the strangers was another woman. Being in her mid thirties she was in the middle of the age group. She had a much curvier figure and beamed at Alex as he looked at her. She flicked a spiral of hair of her head as she was examined more closely. Next to the woman was an empty chair. It appeared as though they were waiting for it to be filled. Behind him, Alex felt a draught as the door that he had entered opened again. He flicked his head round, hardly disturbing his hair and saw the figure of the man who had asked him to come here. At 6'5" tall, his football coach, Mr Hollerman, was a tall and imposing man. He was keenly muscled and had incredible ball skills on the field. Only a knee injury had stopped him from achieving his goal of going professional. Having watched the man play on several occasions, Alex was envious of his skill on the pitch and also slightly envious of the great body that he had honed in all of the practise that he had done. Closing the door behind him, Mr Hollerman strode past the chair that Alex was sitting in, giving a nod and a smile to the boy, before heading to the empty chair. As he sat down, he passed a thin file across to each person at the table. Each person opened their file and read briefly before nodding and smiling. "Thank you for coming to visit us Alex." said the man sitting almost central, "Your football coach, Mr Hollerman, recommended you to us." The man smiled and looked across at the muscled footballer sitting along the table from him. "I suppose by now you're wondering why you are here and why we think you might be suitable." The man paused as Alex gently nodded his head. "I am Mr Jones, the head of the organisation, but I am going to hand over to Mrs Smith, our head of recruitment, who is going to explain who we are, what we do and how we thing you might be able to help us." The man turned to the the woman with huge tits next to him. Alex had been absent mindedly staring at them while the man was talking but as she started to talk he looked up to see a smile on her face. He'd been caught. "Alex, the organisation we all work for is here to help women all across the UK and at special times, in other countries too. As I am sure you are aware, there are many women across the country who want to have children but for one reason or another cannot. We work closely with women who are able to conceive but their partner is unable to get them pregnant. This may be because it is a man whose sperm is damaged or they are unable to have sex, or it could be because a woman is a lesbian in a relationship with another woman. You may have heard that there are medical options for all of these people including IVF treatment and artificial insemination but some people don't like these medical procedure. As an organisation we work with wealthy clients who instead of undergoing a medical procedure wish, instead, to conceive in as natural a way as possible. As their partner is unable to provide viable sperm to conceive they use our services." Mrs Smith paused a moment to see if Alex was keeping up. Having seen his test scores in the file, she knew he was not just exceptionally talented on the football pitch but also a gifted mathematician and scientist and a talented writer. She continued, "This is where you come in. Through detailed testing we have found that the best sort of sperm to use for conception is that from teenage boys. There are a number of advantages to using a boys sperm: the quality is a lot higher, the success rate has always been much higher and also boys produce much more sperm than older men, who have passed their prime." She smiled as she saw that Alex was beginning to realise what he was here for. "This is why we have formed a group of some of the most talented and gifted boys in the UK. In order to be recommended to us you need to be achieving top scored academically as well as be physically very fit and highly good looking. You meet all of these criteria Alex. As I said earlier though, it is not just a case of us collecting sperm from teenage boys and inseminating the women with it. They wish to conceive in as natural a way as possible. Our organisation specialises in providing these attractive, talented boys to help conceive children. The boys visit the women over several evenings at the ideal point in their menstrual cycle and have sex with the women, depositing their highly fertile sperm as deeply as possible into them." Alex's eyebrows shot up and his brown furrowed as Mrs Smith hit the final point of what he was here for. He was being asked to have sex with lots of women to get them pregnant. Mrs Smith saw the surprise on her face and the younger woman took the pause as a chance to jump in, "I'm Miss Davis, in charge of assignments. I can see that this is a huge shock to you Alex so I would like to reassure you of a few things. First of all, you don't have to do anything. You can turn down any or all assignments. Second of all, you will never have any responsibility in raising or spending money on any of the children that you produce. Finally, we will of course pay you for your work. You will receive £100 each time you visit a woman and then £500 on top of that for each woman that you successfully impregnate." Alex still hadn't said a word but his eyebrows shot up again and he stared across the strangers and his football coach sat at the table. They wanted to pay him to have sex with women. He was still very much a virgin but his nightly wank fantasies were all about finally losing it with a woman. Alex's football coach then spoke quietly, "You have a lot to think about but do you have any questions right now?" Looking down at his muddy knees, Alex started to peel off the flaking mud as he thought, "Errr...no. But what if I don't like a woman or they're like really old or really fat?" he finally asked quietly. The curvy woman smiled at him, "I'm Amy, I can't stand all this Mr and Mrs stuff. To be clear Alex, you do not have to take an assignment if you don't want to. However, in order to meet our requirements, a woman has to be of a suitable age and fitness to conceive and carry a child to term. Very old or very obese women are excluded from our process for that reason. I am in charge of meeting women who wish to use our service and I am very thorough in checking the suitability of our clients before they are considered for assignment." Mr Jones spoke again in his deep voice, "So Alex, now you know who we are. We have lots of information about you as well and Mr Hollerman has told us an awful lot about you. Today I watched your match and I can tell that you are a very talented and popular player which makes you ideal to work with us. There are just a couple of other things to be aware of before you decide whether to move on to recruitment. First of all, we are a secret organisation. This is why we still haven't old you the name. Any work you do for us or with is his highly secret. As I am sure you are aware, the service we provide is certainly not legal and could be very embarrassing for some of our clients, especially those who wish to conceive without their husband's knowledge. The second thing is that in order to send you out on assignments, we will need to assess you and train you. This will involve us seeing you naked, sexually aroused and actually having sex. Are these things acceptable to you?" Blushing at the thought of being naked and having sex, Alex thought for a moment. Being a teenage boy he was always horny and the thought of having loads of sex with women overrode the embarrassment to the point where Alex looked Mr Jones in the eye and nodded. "There is one further thing I wish to make you aware of Alex, from our reports you are very much interested in just girls and women. However, on some assignments, the husband is aware of what is happening and sometimes wants to watch or join in. How would you feel if an assignment involved a man as well?" asked Miss Davis. An expression of shock spread across Alex's face: Men? He might have to have sex with men too? "What do you mean join in?" Asked Alex quickly, "I ain't letting no man fuck me if that's what you mean." "Of course not Alex, that is strictly forbidden. In most cases a man may wish to hold your penis to help put it into his wife; he may want to hug or even kiss you while you have sex with his wife and in some rare cases you may be asked to suck his penis while you have sex with his wife. Your purpose at the visit though is to get the woman pregnant, please remember this. We will cover all of these situations in your training if you do decide to work for us. Is there anything else that is worrying you?" Once again, Alex looked at his muddy knees and the mud peeling off them. Being a well groomed boy, he wished he could have showered after the match but Mr Hollerman has been insistent that he attend the meeting immediately. He thought about all of the sex he could have - it was just the possibility of men that put him off. Surely that was a small price to pay for shagging loads of women though? It wasn't actually gay if he didn't like it and did it just so he could have sex. Looking up at the people at the table in front of him, Alex saw they were all staring at him. He smiled slightly and shook his head then smiled more as Mr Hollerman beamed at him encouragingly. "Right," said Mr Jones as he saw that the interview was over, "time for a decision young Alex. In a moment I am going to ask you to go out of that door." He pointed to the other door in the room, which was near to the open shower area, "Through that door you will find a small changing room. This is where you have a choice. In the changing room you will find another door. This will lead you outside. If you leave through that door you will leave us forever. We will never contact you again and your recruitment will be over. Mr Hollerman will still be your football coach but that is all. We will not look badly on you and you will still be the amazing and talented young man that you were when you entered here. Your other choice is instead to remove all of your clothes and then come back into this room. Once back in this room we will ask you to do a number of things so that we can assess your sexual suitability for our organisation. These things will involve you being naked and sexually aroused. Do you understand?" Alex nodded. "OK young man, decision time. Go through the door now." Alex stood up and looked at Mr Hollerman, who he had known since he'd joined the under-12s all of those years ago. The man was smiling encouragingly as Alex slowly walked over to the door. He passed the open shower area and saw the beads of water on the wall showing the shower had recently been used. Putting his hand on the cool metal of the door handle, Alex pushed the handle down and slipped through into the small changing area. Sure enough, on the opposite wall was another door. Alex sat down on the bench and thought. Outside, behind the table, the assembled members of the organisation sat and waited to see what their striking young man would decide. Would he re-enter the room naked or exit back to the outside world? ------- Well, Alex has a lot to think about so I'm going to finish Chapter 1 there and give him some thinking. Feedback and comments would be very much appreciated. I have quite a story mapped out but it would be good to see if any of you fantastic readers have any ideas. nifty-story@outlook.com Thanks for reading!