Tristan

This completely fictional story involves sexual interactions between young adults, boys and girls, some characters may not have reached the age of consent. If you're offended by the subject matter, or if your jurisdiction prohibits this kind of literature, please read no further. The author does not condone any illegal actions.

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"Good evening, Lewis. I'm pleased to meet you in person, finally."

"H....hello, Tristan. I'm pleased to meet you, too." The young man looked nervous, completely out of his depth, he might have said, if pressed. "S....so what happens next?"

"I could say 'whatever you like', but that wouldn't be fair to you. I know you're new to this. Come and sit with me for a while, there's no rush, we've got the whole weekend together. Let's get properly acquainted, first. Video chats are all very well, but they're nothing like living, breathing personal interactions, in my opinion." Tristan took Lewis's hand gently, guiding him to the comfortable sofa in the room. The pair sat close to each other, but not touching. Yet. "That's better! Just a quick run-through of the rules, if you don't mind. I'm sure you've read the various e-mails you've been sent, but I'd rather confirm everything now, so we don't have to second guess anything. I'll be with you until Sunday evening, 48 hours from now. All of the financial arrangements have been finalised, absolutely everything is included in the price, you won't be suddenly be expected to stump up for 'extras'. Even VAT has already been calculated! There are CCTV cameras in the rooms, including the bathroom, that is for my safety and security - and yours. When you leave, all of the recordings will be wiped clean, unless there is any legal reason to retain them, and even in that unlikely event, they will be completely confidential. Only the police or lawyers will be given access. There is security in the building, the operatives are 100% reliable and very discreet, again, for my sake, but also for yours. There are 'panic buttons' around, they're clearly marked," Tristan pointed to the nearest device, "in an emergency, security will be here in seconds, but from your précis and our chat when we spoke, I'm totally confident that there won't be any....unpleasantness between us. OK, so, that's the end of the pre-flight video, so to speak, we can now enjoy our time together."

Lewis was, if that was possible, even more unsettled than before. Tristan was so assured, almost insouciant, about everything, while the young man's stomach was so full of butterflies that he was afraid that he might lose his last meal. Tristan seemed to realise what the problem was.

"Let's have a little icebreaker, Lewis. I'll get undressed, and then you can peruse me at your leisure. You did say that you thought I was attractive, I hope that still applies."

"Y....yes, you're....perfect. Too perfect, maybe, that's part of the problem, I think."

"I'm just a regular person, Lewis, I can assure you. I've got all the same parts as you. OK, I'm lucky to be blessed with good genes, I suppose, but that's only skin deep. And in any case, you're more than good-looking in your own right! Just relax, and enjoy!"

Tristan was only wearing a bathrobe and a pair of comfortable looking slipper socks, as far as Lewis could see, so it was a matter of a few seconds before he was completely nude. Lewis gasped, audibly.

"Oh, Tristan! I haven't got the words to describe your....beauty."

"You like?! Hang on, I'll give you a 360° view!" He did, indeed, do that, and Lewis's mouth was agape.

"I've never seen anyone so....desirable. Ever."

"You can touch, too, if you like. I really enjoy being touched. Everywhere!" Lewis hesitated, but only for a second or two. He reached out, gently grasping the rock hard erection in front of him. "Mmmm, that's delicious, Lewis. More, please!"

Within a couple of minutes, Tristan was breathing irregularly. "Don't stop, Lewis, I'm nearly there!" The eyes were closed, the mouth was smiling dreamily. "Here I go!" There was one huge pulse in Tristan's penis, a momentary pause, then, a heartbeat later, the member began to jerk wildly, over and over. "Ooooh, Lewis, that's heavenly! Don't stop until I tell you it's too sensitive!" There must have been fifteen throbs, and a few more tremors, but at length, he said "Rest, please!" Lewis was amazed at what happened, speechless, actually. In hindsight, what Lewis was expecting was anyone's guess, but the reality shocked the young man. Tristan's orgasm had been spectacular, but it had been completely dry. After all, he was only 11 years old.

****

So how did come to pass that a young adult - Lewis was 25 - could enjoy a completely legal sexual interaction with a 11 year old? The short answer was political imcompentence and corruption, but, as in many instances, the details were less clear-cut. Future historians will assess and re-assess the impact of the last UK general election of the 2020s, but without the least doubt, the nation had been changed forever. The new populist, far-right party and its leader who won that election saw to that. There was buyer's remorse a-plenty, almost at once, but the die had been cast. Within mere weeks, cherished institutions were abolished, mass deportations, almost entirely on the basis of race and religion, enacted, and a draconian 'morality code' introduced, affecting anyone who wasn't cisgendered and heterosexual. Any infraction against 'the code' rendered the 'offender' liable to summary arrest without trial. Numerous internment camps appeared nationwide, soon being notorious for appalling conditions and casual brutality.

Meanwhile, the British economy creaked alarmingly within a year, before collapsing almost completely. Mass unemployment ensued, leading to widespread poverty and ill-health. In the face of increasing despair, people looked for any means of supporting themselves, however unappealing. 'Sex sells', it had been said for decades, so the fact of large numbers of individuals turning to 'sex work', despite the puritan tenor of the government, was no surprise. As part of the morality code, the age of consent had been abolished, the cabinet had decreed that everyone, regardless of their date of birth, would be subject to the same protections and responsibilities in sexual matters. The intention was that sexual expression would be restricted to a 'Victorian' model, one man and one woman, and then only within marriage, but after decades of the 'sexual revolution', that was never going to happen, particularly when the government had abjectly failed in their attempts to censor the internet. It was like prohibition in 1920s, with social media being the 21st century equivalent of the 'speakeasy'. Needless to say, criminal elements wanted to take charge, but this time, a combination of the 'morality code' and its operatives, and the democratised sentiments of Gen Z and Generation Alpha, the 'don't tell me what to do' cohorts, led to bad actors being rooted out very quickly. Teenagers, or even their younger brothers and sisters, were in the vanguard of this 'monetisation of love' - the idea of having almost unlimited sexy fun, and getting paid for it as well, was irresistible. Before long, there were 'co-ops' springing up everywhere, the archetype being the viral 'AaronLily Collective', formed by a brother and sister from West London and their friends, who became famous (and moderately rich) within weeks. The government tried to suppress the movement, but they were largely ignored, especially when the ruling party was rocked with scandal after scandal, the coup de grace being when a high definition video of the Prime Minister luxuriating with a trio of tweenage girls appeared. He resigned on the spot, leaving the country the next day, and his party imploded forthwith. One of the factions, led by a very unsavoury neo-Nazi, tried to restore order, internally and in the country in general, but when the military refused point blank to massacre protesters at a huge rally in Hyde Park, he was the next domino to fall, disappearing for several weeks before turning up in Moscow at a reception hosted by the Russian president, where he was feted as a hero of European amd Christian civilisation. His party didn't agree, his passport was revoked before his palatial home was ransacked and then burned down by elements of his former fellow travellers. The populist party limped along for a few more months, but they were rudderless and devoid of ideas, and eventually, in desperation, called a snap general election, seeking a fresh mandate. Despite the best efforts of the tabloid press and their shadowy backers, they were swept aside by the electorate, their 375 seat majority in the House of Commons replaced by a rump of less than forty MPs. In their place was a coalition of mildly left-wing and centrist politicians, along with Scottish and Welsh nationalists, whose platform was based on trying to repair the grievous damage that had been wreaked in the previous three and a half years. It was a laborious process, given the near-bankrupt status of the UK, and while there were obvious priorities, changing the age of consent back to what it had been wasn't high on the agenda, especially when the young people most directly affected had made it clear that they were more than happy with the status quo. So the new government just did what governments do, and taxed the proceeds of the co-ops and collectives, sweetening the pill a little by offering official recognition and established a new department of 'youth sexual health' which turned out be surprisingly well-conceived and equally well thought-of. Hence Tristan and Lewis's tryst, that weekend.

****

"Phew! That was special, Lewis, thank you so much! Are sure you haven't played sexy with a boy before?!"

"Never! It's something I've daydreamed of since I was your age, or even younger, but I've always been....too scared. Especially when those internment camps were running." The young man shuddered at the thought. "People....like me were....tortured there, I could never have coped with that. So I hid in plain sight. I went out with girls, pretended I was....normal. It was so painful, but the alternative was worse, in my mind."

Tristan kissed Lewis's cheek tenderly. "Well, you don't have to hide anymore. We can't be boyfriends, unfortunately, my situation won't allow that, but we can certainly have a fun weekend together! I'd like to undress you, if you don't mind, admire your body, and give you something like you gave me just now. Would that be OK?"

"Oh yes please, beautiful boy! I won't be able to last long, though, I almost....came without even touching myself when you....climaxed."

"That won't be any sort of problem!" the boy grinned. "Get rid of your....excess excitement first, then we can really start to make love. All night, hopefully!"

Lewis's first orgasm of the night was quick, as advertised, but breathtakingly intense. And extremely messy!

"Wow, Lewis! You've been saving that one for a while, haven't you?!" Tristan smirked, before sampling a little of the man's offering. "You taste good, I want to have a full dose later, I promise you! Shall we clean ourselves up a bit?" The boy used a big, fluffy towel to get rid of any residue. "There, that's better. I'd like to snuggle with you for a few minutes, please, then once we've got our breath back, it'll be time for round two!"

The pair orientated accordingly, the boy nestling his head and blond hair against the man's left shoulder. "That's nice! Are you comfy?"

"Yes, thank you." Lewis paused for a few moments, before turning towards his bed partner. "I'd never seen a dry orgasm before. I've heard of them, in stories, and what have you, but I didn't know I could do it when I was your age. I was nearly 13 when I discovered....masturbation, and I ejaculated from the start. Tell me to mind my own business if you think I'm being nosy, but....when did you first find out about....sex things?"

Tristan smiled warmly. "I don't mind telling you, I like you!" The boy's expression became reminiscent. "I was very young, not much older than 4. I'm the youngest of three brothers, you see, and there's a bit of gap between me and the other two. Tom is seven years older than me, and Toby is two years younger than Tom. We grew up in the country, there weren't masses of other children close by, so we played together a lot, especially in the summer. We had baths or showers together almost every day, and I was a curious little so-and-so. I noticed that my brothers often touched each other's....boy parts, and it looked like they were having fun, so I asked if I could join in. They agreed, as long as I didn't tell the world - my parents knew full well what we were doing, but it wouldn't do for anyone outside the family to advertise our activities, Tom explained - and I was hooked from day one. It felt so good! Within a couple of days, I'd already had my first orgasm - my brothers told me what was going on, inside my peen, and the tingles and throbs were out of this world! I loved to give them pleasure just as much, especially when Tom started to squirt a few months later, I thought it was the best toy imaginable! He went away to boarding school after that summer, but he only boarded Monday to Friday, so I saw him every weekend, although he spent a lot of time with his girlfriend, Angela, once he was 12 or 13. She was a year old than Tom, and more experienced - she took his virginity when he was 13, and they 'did it' like rabbits the next summer. They let me watch a couple of times, and it was quite interesting, but girls weren't my thing, even back then. What they didn't know at the time was that Toby had lost his virginity as well, only a few days after Tom, with our cook's daughter, Becky. They were both 11, and her body, with it being so boyish looking at the time. was much more attractive to me. Toby had a really long penis for his age, too, really skinny, but easily 13 or 14 centimetres when he was hard, which was almost all of the time! I absolutely adored playing with it, and they didn't care if I watched everything they were doing all the time. Toby is a real athlete, he's on a sports scholarship at a really well known public school, for rowing, and he's a sexual athlete, as well, even when he was 11! He could screw for an hour and more without taking a break, Becky was in heaven, she came multiple times, every time they did it, squealing and moaning like anything! She wanted to take my cherry, too, but I wasn't interested at all. Toby took my boy cherry, though, when Becky wasn't looking. It was like a fairytale - no pun intended! - for a horny little gay boy, getting screwed by a majorly hunky older guy, and one who really loved me, to boot! With him being so long, he found my prostate really easily, I reckon I had more orgasms per session even than Becky! We don't do it these days, Toby is 99% straight, and his penis is huge now, far too big for poor little me, but when he comes back from school we still sleep together, just for cuddles. I love all of my family, and they love me, but Toby and I love each other the most, and it's not even close." Tristan grinned impishly. "I'm really horny now, Lewis, and looking at you, I reckon you might be feeling the same. Fancy a 69?!"

Lewis gaped at the boy's matter-of-fact attitude. "I....I've never had....oral sex. With anyone, male or female. In fact, I've only had sex with one other person, apart from you a few minutes ago, of course. It was with a woman, and it wasn't very successful," he mumbled shamefacedly.

"I'm sorry for being so offhand, Lewis, please forgive me. I'll help you as much as I can. Let me show you how I would do it for a minute or two, then you can practice on me. Once you've had a go, we can go top to toe, and make each other feel good at the same time. OK?"

The boy was a superb teacher, with a most caring and patient personality, so it wasn't long before the pair were in sync. Lewis released the boy momentarily 

"I'm really close, Tristan, if you don't want my cum in your mouth, you'd better stop now!" The youngster gave Lewis a thumbs up, but didn't let up in the slightest. "Oh God, here it is, right now!" The young man groaned as the strongest orgasm of his life surged through his body. Tristan swallowed avidly, enhancing the pleasure Lewis was experiencing. At length, it all became too much, the young man pleaded for mercy, his eyes full of tears. "T....Tristan, that was....the best, ever, ever! I'm melting, inside and out!" The boy smiled a little, but, seemingly, melancholically."You look sad, have I done something to upset you?"

"No, Lewis, I'm just sorry you've had to wait for so long to get what you should've deserved all along. I've been so lucky, with the people in my life being so understanding and allowing me to be myself, right back to those first days playing with my brothers. Apart from the last hour, you've never had any of that, and after Sunday evening, you might be back to square one, with no-one and nothing. You're such a nice person, but one trapped in a nearly impossible situation." Tristan sighed. "All I can do, I guess, is to make our time here as perfect as it could be. What do you want to do next?"

"I haven't given you an orgasm with my mouth, yet. I know I'm a complete beginner, but I'd really like to make you feel as good as my limited experience will allow."

"You were doing well, before I....overwhelmed you, so to speak. If that's what you want, I certainly won't complain! Go slowly first, get more used to having a dick in your mouth. Savour it, kind-of. When I start to get more excited, I'll let you know, then I'll show you how to build things up, OK?"

The next ten or fifteen minutes were a complete joy for Lewis, the sounds, smells and tastes of a young boy in heat were beyond his expectations. At the end, the feeling of Tristan's penis swelling and pulsing at climax in his mouth was simply intoxicating. He began slow his caresses, but the boy wasn't ready for that. "Don't stop, Lewis, I think you might be able to give me another cum! Try, please!" The man redoubled his efforts, and, sure enough, another peak, another series of quivering pulsations, left Tristan whimpering in joy. "Oh, Lewis, I don't want to stop, but it's just too sensitive! Rest again, please!" There was a hiatus, where neither partner wanted to speak, but Tristan eventually sighed deeply. "That. Was. Awesome! You're already better at boy sex than most so-called experts! Thank you so much!"

"I....I was making it up as I went along, but maybe you were inspiring me. I've never even guessed that someone like you could exist in real life. I'm half expecting to wake up and find it's all been an erotic dream!" Lewis gasped as his foreskin was pulled back to the max, before his frenulum was delicately dandled.

"Nope, it's all real, I'm delighted to discover!" The man's penis, which had been litlle more than half-erect in the previous few minutes, roared back to life within a handful of heartbeats. "Oh, fantastic! What a recovery! Even Toby would be proud of that performance!" Tristan appraised the turgid member with a wolfish smirk. "Just right for a randy bottom boy! But only if you would enjoy it, I know a lot of gay guys don't get involved with anal stuff, and that's perfectly fine." Lewis tried to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat. "Without being presumptuous, I imagine you're a virgin, as far as boy sex goes?" The man nodded in embarrassment. Tristan kissed him gently. "Don't be ashamed to be new at things. Everyone is a virgin at first, whether they're 6 or 106! The only question is, would you like to try it? You don't have to say yea or nay right now, maybe we can have a little snack and a shower first, and then decide. Or not. We can wait until tomorrow, or never. I'm more than satisfied with what I've had already, but I'm equally happy to help you in making the next step."

"I....it's a big decision for me, Tristan. If I was to do it, you would be the perfect person to....lose my virginity with, but...." Lewis's voice trailed off.

"But what?" the boy said, gently.

"But I'm scared. What if I mess everything up, or worse, hurt you because I don't know what I'm doing. I would never forgive myself if I hurt you." Tears were close.

"Ssshh, Lewis, don't get upset, please. Let's have a little time-out. I've ordered us some nice food, based on your questionnaire, sex burns a lot of calories! They don't call it horizontal jogging for nothing! Then a quick shower, and after that, go back to our discussion. Or just chill out, cuddle, whatever you like. OK?"

An hour later, the pair were back in bed, snuggling together like they'd known each other all their lives. They kissed and caressed languidly, more in affection than passion initially, although the temperature was rising incrementally. Tristan took the man's erection in hand, very softly and slowly.

"You're so hard, Lewis. Harder than almost of all the men I've been with. Boys often get insanely hard, but adults rarely do. I think it's because you're an innate boylover, this is your natural habitat. I'd really like for us to make love, fully, but I know both of us would have to agree. There's absolutely no pressure, I promise you, the decision is yours, and yours alone."

Lewis swallowed, visibly. "I....it's still difficult for me, I'm genuinely torn. Half of my mind is saying yes, this could be the most wonderful experience of my whole life, but on the other hand, the demons inside are saying you're nothing but a filthy paedo, only wanting to rape a defenceless child. 99% of the population, say ten years ago, would've said that, at least publicly. According to the news, a sizeable minority of people still believe that. Who's right, and who's wrong? I've no idea, I can't decide in my own head."

"I can tell you one thing, a child I might be, legally speaking, but I'm definitely not defenceless! If I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't be here, I can assure you. I like you, as a person, but I like my job just as much. I really enjoy sex, both with boys and men, and I certainly enjoy the lifestyle it gives me. If or when I change my mind, I'll go and do something else instead." Tristan looked straight into Lewis's eyes. "Fuck me, Lewis, I really want to. Make me moan, make me squeal with your rock-hard dick! Just do it!"

The boy straddled Lewis's body, positioning the man's erection with practised ease. "I'm already lubed up, but I'll go slowly at first. I won't be in pain, I can assure you, but it always takes a minute or two for my bum to adjust to an adult penis. Keep as still as you can, please, I'll do all the work until you're all the way in. Then we can really rock each other's world!"

As Tristan had said, the initial penetration was a slow, painstaking process, but the boy's expression was of determined concentration rather than discomfort. "Nearly there, Lewis, I've got about two-thirds of you inside me now. It feels scrumptious!" He shimmied closer, before grinning in triumph. "There, all way in! How are you feeling?"

"I....it's unbelievable! You're so tight, so hot. The only problem is that I'm afraid I'll come as soon as we move."

"Just relax, as far as you can, at least. Get used to the sensations. Enjoy being inside, you'll start to get used to it soon, I bet. If you think you're on the brink, we'll stop for a few moments. You've heard of 'edging', haven't you?" Lewis nodded. "It's a bit like that. Start, stop, cool down a bit, start again. It's not a race. You've learned such a lot already, this will just be another....lesson, sort-of. And I'm feeling fantastic, you're a star in the making, I reckon!"

Tristan's obvious experience was telling, the first subtle movements enhanced the man's pleasure without overloading his senses. Lewis, in so far as he could register his thoughts at all, found himself on a plateau of delight, a shifting kaleidoscope of all five senses. The boy, too, was starting to get more excited, more vocal, gasps, breathy moans and the cutest little whimpers, seemingly unconscious, began to fill the air. All of a sudden, the vibe changed. Tristan groaned aloud.

"Now, Lewis, right now, fuck me hard, as hard as you can! I'm nearly there!" Lewis felt several spasms gripping his embedded penis, before the boy screamed in his rapture. There was no way that the man could cope with the tsunami of corporeal pyrotechnics coursing through his loins, bursting into an orgasm that surpassed his wildest dreams. On and on it went, almost agonising in its intensity. As ever, of course, the timeless seconds of the petite mort soon ebbed away, to be replaced with delicious languor for both partners. Neither spoke for at least two or three minutes, and neither did they move, Lewis's more or less fully erect penis was still sheathed by the boy's snug rectal walls. At length, Tristan sighed in deep satisfaction.

"That was one of the best sexual experiences I've ever had, you wonderful man! Where have you been all my life?!"

"In a dark, deep closet, I suppose!" Lewis obversed wryly. "Mind you, it's been worth the wait. You're so special. My first ever boy, and he's turned out to be perfection! I can't imagine there's a better person for me, anywhere."

"Lewis, please, don't get over-emotional. Don't fall in love with me, especially. You're a special person in your own right, I've already said like you a lot. But I don't love you, in a romantic way. I don't love anyone in that sense, maybe Toby, I suppose, but he's my brother, and that's obviously different. I don't want to upset you, I really hope we can be friends, proper friends, but we can't be lovers. It just wouldn't work. You'll be going back to your regular life, and I'll be going to school on Monday. In seven days time, I'll be with someone different, that's already organised. But don't be sad, enjoy the moment. You're still hard, I'm still horny, let's make love - not fuck, make love, for as long as we can. Pleasure each other. It'll be super sexy, you'll see!"

Tristan was right, of course, the man had to concede. He had started to fall in love with the boy, and, yes, he knew there was no conceivable future for the pair. If he wanted to be brutally frank, Tristan was a prostitute, nothing more, nothing less. But the nagging thought in the back of Lewis's mind, the thought that they could be more, something beyond the bald commercial transaction, wouldn't let the man go, even as they spent the end of the evening, and the day and a half that followed, having sex together of one or another kind. They did talk by the hour, as well, but their time was coming to its end. Lewis had spent a good proportion of his savings to pay for the weekend, and he knew it would by months, if not years, before he would be in a position to afford a sequel. An hour before Lewis was due to leave, and after yet another mind-meltingly erotic coupling, Tristan came back from the bathroom after the pair's third or fourth shower of the day. The boy guided the man onto the sofa.

"There are a few things I want to say, Lewis. This weekend has been the best of my career as....an escort, bar none. You are a wonderful man, caring and thoughtful, and you've become an expert lover, already. I hope we can do this again sometime soon, but I realise you're not rich, and my family needs my....income to stay afloat. Nevertheless, and with a little luck, I might be able to offer you a....substantial discount next time! Mates rates, you could say! But there's something else, as well. I'll need to discuss this matter with the others in the co-op, but I've had an idea that might appeal to them. I can't say anymore until then, but I'll keep in touch with you, if you don't mind. If the others agree, it could be....mutually beneficial, so to speak." Tristan kissed the man, deeply and meaningfully. "Thank you so much for these two days, it's been awesome! And you never know, you might find someone of your own before too long. You certainly deserve it!"

****

Lewis had just finished work when the text tone on his phone sounded.

*Hi Lewis, it's Tris. I've just arrived home from school, and I'm not planning to go out anywhere else today. If or when you're free, could you call me, please? THP xx*

It had been three weeks and more since the unforgettable weekend with Tristan, and the text was the first communication Lewis had from the boy. The man commuted by public transport, which usually took 45 minutes on average, so he replied that he'd call in an hour.

*That's ideal, looking forward to speaking to you. THP xx*

Lewis arrived at his flat without undue delay, shed his suit and tie, replacing it with a tee shirt and shorts, made himself a mug of coffee, and settled himself in his comfortable armchair. His mind had been elsewhere on the bus, the speculation about what Tristan might say veered from the fanciful - 'I can't live with you! -' to the disastrous - 'The police will be contacting you very soon' - was giving the man palpitations. Better to know than guess, he told himself, so he drew a big breath, and dialled the number. The line connected, and it was less than five seconds until the boy spoke.

"Lewis! Lovely to hear from you! You've scheduled everything perfectly, I just had enough time to finish my homework! How have you been?"

The man sighed unconsciously. "OK, if you like that sort of thing, I guess. It's been a bit of a 'feast to famine' scenario, but I'm more or less back into my familiar rut now. How about yourself?"

"Yeah, good, thanks. I was hoping to give you some news before now, but one of my main co-op colleagues had to travel abroad unexpectedly, and he only came back last weekend. Anyway, the group have all agreed that my idea is a good one, so we'd like to offer you a....proposition. Some of us are getting older now, and thus less attractive to our potential clientele, so we've decided to add some new blood into our ranks. We'll interview and select the new intake, but what we don't have is anyone who has the time, and the inclination, to 'mentor' our up and coming stars. What we'd like you to do, if you're willing, is to teach a group of boys, between 9 and 12 years old, for the most part, how to please our clients. In essence, you'd be their 'sexual coach', from the really basic - their first orgasm, if they haven't achieved that yet, masturbation techniques, simple oral sex exercises, hygiene, both sexual and general - to the sort of things you and I enjoyed, up to full penetration, both giving and receiving. We believe a genuinely caring boylover - with the emphasis on care and love  - would be far the best individual for that role. You wouldn't be a full member of the co-op, at least at first, more a 'consultant', but we'd pay you for your time and expertise, and, of course, you'd have the benefit of the sexual interactions with the boys. If you think you'd be interested in the post, we'll interview you, this weekend, if you're free, otherwise we'll organise a mutually convenient time. So what do you think?"

Lewis was dumbstruck. The very idea of what Tristan had said gave the man an instant erection, but his mind was very soon full of doubt - 'if it seems to be too good to be true, it probably is' was the adage, wasn't it, he asked himself.

"Lewis - are you still here?" Tristan chuckled.

"Y....yes, sorry. I don't know what I was expecting from your call, but this certainly wasn't on my radar! I don't want to sound as though I don't believe you, but the phrase 'what's the catch' has sprung up in my head, rather forcefully."

The boy giggled musically. "Oh Lewis, I can see what you mean, but this is definitely not a scam! It's a business proposition, and I hope, a potential win-win situation. Come and have a chat with us, I called it an interview, but in reality, it'll be very informal, a jeans and trainers sort of thing. When would best for you?"

"Any time this weekend, I haven't got any particular plans."

"How about Saturday afternoon? We're all free. Do you know Wargrave at all?"

"I've heard of it, it's near Henley-on-Thames, isn't it?"

"That's the place, that's where I live. It's got a good train service, use the Elizabeth Line and change at Twyford. I'll meet you at the station. Would two o'clock suit?"

"That'll be fine."

"Super! Any snags, I'll let you know straight away, and I'm sure you'll do the same. See you on Saturday!"

****

Lewis stepped onto the platform at Wargrave station, zipping his waterproof up - it was a cool, breezy autumnal day, with light rain in the air. A slight figure appeared from the waiting shelter, clad in jeans and a fleece hoodie, grinning widely.

"Lewis, you're here! Lovely to see you! Sorry we couldn't organise the weather better!"

"Hello, Tristan, I'm delighted to see you, too, regardless of the rain!"

"Call me Tris, please, everyone else will! We're friends now, I hope, not....client and provider, or anything like that. Let's scoot to the house, before the elements decide to do anything worse. It's only a five minute or so walk." 

The man looked at the leafy surroundings with some disquiet - it was obvious that Tris lived in a upmarket area, well above his own modest situation. The boy had said that his family needed the money he was earning, how did that come about? Some piece in the jigsaw was missing, Lewis mused.

"Peeny for your thoughts, Lewis," the youngster said, in a neutral way.

"It's....pretty exclusive around here, by the looks of it. Pardon me for being nosy again, but...." Lewis hesitated to say more.

"But why do I need the money, yes?" The man nodded, mutely. "It's really nice here, and most people would think we're mega-rich, but that's not the case. After that moronic fascist and his cronies crashed the economy, my Dad's main business collapsed. Luckily, he'd diversified up to a point, so we didn't lose everything. And one of Dad's sidelines was property. My grandfather jointly owned the land where this little estate was built, most of the plots were sold off, but my family kept one of them. The house that had been built there was leased, rather than sold, so when we lost our original family home - it had been in my family for more than 300 years - we had a fallback. But Dad had to start again from scratch, and there were lots of bills to be paid. When the 'co-op' movement appeared online, my brothers and I had a pow-wow, and decided to start a co-op of our own. Mum and Dad weren't all that keen, but we persuaded them that was a way we could help. We had some friends and cousins were interested, too, so it snowballed pretty quickly. I was only 8 then, so I had to be really careful about the clientele, making sure that I didn't get hurt, but I loved the attention, and making the clients feel good. As I've said before, it was a dream job for a little gay boy who loved sex! And I still do!" The boy nudged Lewis into the driveway of a mature looking detached house. "Here we are, home sweet home! Neither of my parents are here at the moment, Dad's working in London, he'll be here later on, but Mum is in Switzerland, her biological father isn't well at all, so she's visiting him. Mum's parents divorced when she was only two, and Grandma, who's English by birth, moved back home, soon remarried and took Mum to England a year later. It was all amicable, all the parents and step-parents keep in touch, it's all very civilised." Tris unlocked the front door, and ushered Lewis inside. "We're here, guys! Are you in the lounge?"

"Conservatory, Tris!" a deeper, but not fully adult voice called.

"Oh, that's a good idea," the boy enthused. "There's a really nice view of the garden there! Come and meet the troops!"

 Lewis had never been much of a 'people person', so coming across four new individuals at once, especially in their 'home patch', made the man rather nervous. The four, two male and two female, were all obviously younger than him, but older than Tris. The boy made the introductions with his usual aplomb. 

"The pair in the love seat are my big brother, Tom, and his fianceé, Angela, the dreamy hunk in the recliner is my other brother, Toby, and the comely young maiden in Mum's armchair is Isobel, Izzy to her friends, who's one of our cousins. Guys, this is my good friend Lewis, who's kindly agreed to be grilled - not too torturously, I sincerely hope - by you lot, with a view to his becoming our boys mentor."

"Dreamy hunk?" Toby said dismissively. "I haven't got any money, shrimp, so save your flattery for someone who might be hoodwinked by your wiles!" The youth stood and gave Lewis a firm handshake. "Welcome, Lewis. Tris has waxed lyrical about you for weeks, if I didn't know my little bro better, I might say he's got a bit of a crush on you!"

Tris was speechless, a condition Lewis hadn't encountered in his dealings with the boy before. Angela laughed heartily.

"Good one, Tobes, I can't remember when Tris was so gobsmacked! He's almost always the one with a smart reply, as you probably know already, Lewis!"

"That's a feature, not a bug, as far as I'm concerned, Angela. Maybe I'm biased, but Tris' intellgence is at least as important as his appearance, in my opinion."

"Quite right!" The boy had regrouped quickly. "Brains and beauty, who could resist!" He turned to his oldest sibling. "Are there enough cold drinks for everyone in the mini-fridge here, or do I need to get some more from the utility room?"

"There are enough for one each, I think. Unless you'd prefer a hot drink, Lewis, it won't take a moment to nip to the kitchen."

"N....no, a cold drink will be fine."

"Jolly good, Tris, can you do the honours, please?"

Two or three minutes later, Lewis and Tris had colonised the sofa, everyone had their beverages in hand, and the 'interview' began.

"Tris has been leading this project, so to speak, so he'll be in charge of our discussions. If we've got any questions for you, we'll shout, and, likewise, if you've got any for us, please don't hesitate. It's essential that we're all on the same page," Tom said meaningfully.

There was plenty of to and fro between Lewis and the co-op members, but it was all very polite, the young people were all obviously intelligent and well-bred, and passionate about their enterprise. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until Lewis asked about the ongoing of the legal status of the co-op, and the related youth sexual health department.

"It's secure, Lewis," Tom said, "my Dad was involved with drafting the legislation in the House of Lords."

"The House of Lords?" the man said in bemusement. "Your Dad is in the House of Lords?!"

"Tris, you haven't told him, have you? That's not at all fair on Lewis!"

"I....it's never cropped up, Tom," the boy said contritely. "Dad's just Dad for us, isn't he? I wasn't being devious, I didn't think about it at all."

Lewis's face was close to be being ashen. "That's way over my league. I'm barely middle-class, never mind being associated with the nobility! If I upset your Dad, he could destroy my life in a heartbeat, if he chose to!"

"Take a breath Lewis, please," Tom replied. "Tris is right, Dad is just a regular businessman, anything else is an accident of birth. He's a nice person by nature, and a fantastic father for us. Mum's lovely too, it's a shame you won't get the chance to meet her, at least not straight away. Switzerland hasn't got any nobility at all, they abolished all that stuff nearly 200 years ago, but she does come from a pretty well-known family over there. Upper middle-class, I guess, in UK terms. Dad never uses his title, apart from in Parliament, but, yes, he's Thomas, the tenth Viscount Hall-Pennington, and some time in the distant future, I'll be the eleventh Viscount, unless hereditary peerages have been scrapped by then."

"Nah, I would've poisoned you before that!" Toby with a comically evil leer on his face.

"Or maybe I might get rid of both of you. Tristan, the eleventh Viscount, that's got a certain ring to it, hasn't it?!"

"In your dreams, shrimp! You'll be thrown in the dungeons if you're not careful! And in any case, you wouldn't be able to carry on with the succession, there needs to be a female in the scenario for that - you know how babies are made, right?"

"Haven't you heard of artificial insemination?! I'm sure my little swimmers, when they eventually appear, would be more than adequate for that purpose!" Everyone, even Lewis, fell about laughing at the repartee.

"Touché, Tris!" Izzy giggled. The girl looked at Lewis thoughtfully. "Just a couple of things that have occurred to me. You're a boylover, yes?" The man nodded. "What happens if you fall in love with one of our....trainees. And would Tris get jealous, because after all, he's pretty smitten with you!"

"I....I'm n....not...." the boy stammered.

"Don't me give me that! We're neither blind nor stupid! You've got it bad, little cousin!" Tris looked stricken, almost in tears, in fact.

"I....I need a time-out. C....can I talk to you....privately, please, Lewis?"

"Go, you two!" Tom said briskly. "We'll stay here, so you can use the lounge. No-one will intrude, I can assure you. Take as much time as you need."

The pair left the conservatory without further ado. Tris grasped the man's hand, like a lifeline, there were definitely tears in the youngster's eyes. They entered a room that Lewis later said that looked like something out of a glossy magazine - the furniture and fittings were nothing short of luxurious. Once more, the man felt he was totally out of his depth. Tris looked downcast, and not wanting to look Lewis in the eye.

"C....can I have a hug, please?" he said timidly.

"Of course, Tris!" The man embraced the boy warmly, but chastely. After a minute or so, Tris disengaged, before guiding his friend into a sumptuously comfortable sofa.

"I'm so sorry, I've messed everything up. I wanted to believe that you were just another client, but as soon as you'd left after that weekend, I realised that wasn't true. I missed you straight away, even on the train back here on the Sunday evening. But I didn't know what to do, I didn't even know if whether I would see you again. I've had sex virtually all my life, and, without being big-headed, I'm pretty good at it, but I'm completely clueless about love, apart from the family version. The following week, I had a long chat with Tom when he came back from school, he knows much more about the subject, with him having a long-term girlfriend and now fianceé. I didn't tell him about how I was feeling about you, just non-specific stuff. But I was too obvious, especially when Toby arrived last weekend, after his trip to France with his rowing team. I don't usually see him other than school holidays, so we shared my bed, and I was rabbiting on and on about this guy I'd met. He thought it was someone from my school at first, but he realised pretty quickly that it was one of my clients. He really cares about me, so he gave me quite a bit of advice - he doesn't do much 'hands-on' stuff in the co-op these days, he's too busy, but he used to, and he got a massive crush on one of his earliest clients, a twenty-something lady. She was married, though, and had no intention to go further with a 14 year old boy, she dumped him like a hot potato. Toby was distraught, for weeks. I wanted to be honest with you, but I was so scared that you would run away screaming if you thought I was some sort of mini-stalker. But I'm going to be be truthful now, even if you think I'm just a silly little kid. I love you, Lewis, and I want to be your boyfriend. I know it won't last for too long, because you like boys, and before you know it, I'll be a man. But I'll be more than happy to share your life for a little while, if you'll have me until then." 

"Oh, Tris! Being with you would be a dream come true! There's only one problem, to my mind, though - what would your parents say? 11 and 25 year old boyfriends don't match, in most people's eyes, let alone the 'in-laws' estimation."

The boy smirked mischievously. "Don't worry about them, I've got them wrapped around my little finger! They'll love you anyway, you're so nice! Let's go back to the conservatory, get this meeting finalised - you're hired, by the way, as long as you're OK with that - and then you and I can have a good look at my bedroom, if you catch my drift!"

****

"Hello, Dougal! I'm very pleased to meet you. I'm Lewis." The boy in the hallway of the house the co-op that owned was ten years old, with a slim but not skinny stature, a handsome, 'all-boy' face with greenish eyes, and sandy blond hair. One of the most attractive youngsters I've seen in a long time, the man mused. "Would you like a drink and a little snack, before we go upstairs?"

"Could I just have a cold drink, please. Some orange juice with lots of ice, if that's OK?" Lewis was very taken with the boy's adorable light Scots burr. He always tried to avoid finding out much about his trainees, to prevent any pre-conceived judgements about them, but it was difficult to escape it this time, because Dougal's father and Thomas, Tris' dad, had been business associates for some years, and, indeed, Dougal and Tris had actually met, albeit only once, at a company function when the younger boy was 5.

"That's no problem at all. Come into the kitchen." The boy looked at ease, Lewis was pleased to see, some of the youngsters could be cripplingly nervous, especially at first, but that didn't seem to be a problem in Dougal's case. He drained his glass, before crunching a couple of the remaining ice cubes. "You've got strong teeth!" Lewis chuckled. Dougal just smiled, but didn't reply. "There are drinks in the mini-fridge in the room where we'll be working, just tell me if there's anything else you need, and I'll do my best to provide it - within reason, of course! We haven't got any caviar or champagne to hand, sadly!" Dougal giggled. "So, are you ready for this?" Lewis asked, gently.

"Yes, Lewis, I'm looking forward to it. At least, I think so."

"Well, everything is up to you. Anything you're not sure about, and 100% anything you don't like, please tell me straight away. All of this is supposed to be fun, certainly in our co-op!" Lewis took the boy's hand in his, before leading him up the staircase. There were four bedrooms on the first floor, as well as a large 'family-style' bathroom. "Sorry this room is a little bit cramped, but the others will be used for entertaining clients this evening. They're all well soundproofed, including this one, so everyone gets privacy. There are CCTV cameras in all of the spaces, for everyone's safety, Martin is the camera supervisor today, and Clyde, who you've seen already when you arrived, is the shift security supervisor. They stay downstairs, unless there are any problems, but I'm not expecting any, all of this evening's clients are regulars."

"Clyde's massive, isn't he?" Dougal grinned.

"He's an absolute pussycat! He might look fearsome, but he's a wonderful, kind guy, who loves looking after us."

"Should I get undressed, Lewis?"

"There's no rush. Actually, what I'd like you to do first, if you don't mind, is for you to undress me. Have you seen any naked adults?"

"Only my Dad, a couple of times, when we've gone swimming. He's really hairy!"

"Not like me, then! I've got some body hair, but not a lot, and none at all between my legs. That's deliberate, I prefer to be bare down there. I don't shave, I use a depilatory cream instead. It's a bit messy, but it's better for me because I've got sensitive skin. So, if you're up for it, I'll sit on the bed, and you can do whatever you fancy! Shoes and socks first, would be my advice, but you're in charge, OK?" Dougal gulped visibly, but was otherwise calm, outwardly. "Take your time, we've got all night." The boy was neat-handed, for the most part, only fumbling over the man's belt buckle. "You're doing wonderfully. Are you sure you've never done this before?!"

"Never, I promise!" The man's shirt joined the small pile of clothing on the bed, leaving Lewis only in his briefs. Dougal gulped again. "Y....your....penis has gone hard, hasn't it?"

"Yes, very. You're a very attractive boy, especially for someone like me."

"You like boys?"

"A lot. All my life, really, although I tried to deny it for a long time."

"Am I the one who's making you hard?"

"Absolutely. You're gorgeous."

Dougal's smile was like a sunrise. "Wow! I would have never believed that! I'm just a kid!"

"You're far from being 'just a kid', I promise you. I like you already, and not just for your looks, in case you're thinking that."

"C....can see your penis, please? I've seen Dad's once or twice, but never when it's hard."

"It's all yours!"

In a trice, Lewis was completely nude. The boy was spellbound.

"It's....so big! And your skin goes all the way back, too. Mine doesn't."

"I'm bang on average, for an adult. Fifteen centimetres, maybe sixteen on a really good day. And it's common for boys your age that their foreskins don't completely retract. Usually, that sorts itself out when you're closer to puberty. That's what happened for me, anyway. If you'd like to touch, you're more than welcome, but only if you're happy to do it."

"Really?!"

"Of course, but don't get too rough, especially with my balls. Have you ever had an.....accident like that?"

The boy shuddered. "Yeah, playing football. It was horrible, I cried for ages, and my....balls ached for the whole day. I'll promise I'll be careful."

As good as his word, Dougal investigated the man's genitalia gently and slowly. Lewis was in heaven, and it was all he could do to avoid moaning aloud. "Something's leaking out of your penis," he observed, looking slightly anxious.

"It's a natural lubricant the body makes when a man, or a older boy, gets sexually excited. The medical term for it is Cowper's fluid, from some doctor who investigated the little gland that makes it 300 years or so ago, but most people call it pre-cum."

The boy was fascinated by the unexpected substance, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together. "It's really slippery! When will I get it?"

"Within a couple of years, probably. Somewhere between 11 and 14 is the average, I believe."

"Is it what people call spunk?"

"No, but it's all part of the same process. The word 'spunk' is a slang term for semen, the whitish fluid that squirts out of the penis at orgasm, the sexual climax. Again, it first happens for most boys between 11 and 14, but it can happens slightly earlier or later, everyone is an individual."

"So you can make semen?" Lewis nodded. "Can you show me what happens?"

"In a little while. It's time for you to have some good feelings. I'd like to undress you, if you don't mind."

"Mine's tiny, compared to you," Dougal said sheepishly.

"I doubt that, there's a very nice bulge inside your trousers, as far as I can see!" The boy blushed deeply. "I'm sure everything'll be appropriate for your age. May I?" The youngster assented readily, with a distinct twinkle in his eye. Lewis was tempted to hurry the process up, he was more than eager to examine the beautiful boy's body, but he forced himself to wait. In the event, it was little more than a minute until Dougal was au naturel. The man was enraptured, top to toe, the boy was a paragon of loveliness. Especially the seven centimetres of ragingly hard penis, springing almost vertically from a milky white pubis. "My word, Dougal, you are so delightful! Perfection, in fact! I'd really like to make you feel good. Would that be alright?"

"Y....yes please. I....play with my penis in bed sometimes, but I don't think I've ever had an....orgasm. That's the right word, isn't it?"

"It is indeed." Lewis carefully guided the boy into his lap. "All I'm going to do is to stroke your penis up and down with my fingers, fairly slowly at first, so you can get used to it. Concentrate on the pleasurable feelings, close your eyes if it helps. I don't think it'll be too long before you're getting close, it might feel like you're going to pee, but you won't, you're too hard for that. There are two tubes inside your body, one from your bladder, and one from your balls, and an erection - a hard-on - blocks the tube from your bladder." The man caressed Dougal for a minute of so, and he could already feel a few tremors in the little member. "How does it feel?"

Dougal sighed. "Amazing! Almost ticklish, but not quite like than that. And it's getting better all the time!" Another minute, and the boy was squirming. "The pee feelings are starting to happen, Lewis. I don't want to make a mess!"

"You won't, sweetheart. You're really close to orgasm!"

"Lewis, i....it's too much, it's....oooh, oooh, what's happening?!"

Dougal's penis spasmed irregularly, once, twice, three times, before bursting into life, half a dozen strong little throbs rocked through the boy's groin, followed by another four or five fainter twitches. "Stop, Lewis, please stop, it's way too ticklish!" Lewis let go instantly, simply holding the boy in his arms. "Oh, Lewis! That was....I don't know what it was! Scary good, or just scary?! That was an orgasm, right?" The man nodded. "Are they all like that?" 

"They're like snowflakes, Dougal. All really nice, but all different, too!"

"How long do I have to wait for the next one?"

"As soon as you feel up to it! Older boys, or men, usually have to wait for a while, their bodies often need a break after producing semen, but guys like you, who only have dry orgasms, can sometimes recover really quickly. In that case, the only snag is if you do it too many times, it can make the skin on your penis get sore. I can see you're still hard, do you want to go for round two?!"

"Mmmm, please! I've heard about....having your dick sucked, from someone at school. He said it feels mega-good, he reckoned his girlfriend did it for him, although he's a bit of a liar, sometimes."

"If he's your age, he's probably making it up. But it's possible he's telling the truth, who knows? But if you want to experience it, I'm certainly happy to oblige!"

Fifteen minutes later, Lewis had the joy of feeling Dougal's penis bucking and pulsing in his mouth. The boy was ecstatic.

"Oh God, that was even better than the first one! Thank you so much, Lewis!"

"You're more than welcome! Shall we have a little break, have a drink and a snack, something like that." Dougal nodded eagerly. "Then, maybe, you can help me to have an orgasm of my own, and see what you think about an adult climax."

While the pair were sipping cold drinks, Lewis' phone rang.

"Tris! I thought you were working. Oh right, he'll be here later on. OK, we're having a rest for a few minutes anyway, I'll ask him. Dougal, Tristan's here, but his client is running late, he wants to have a chat with us for a while, but it's up to you." The boy agreed without hesitation. "Yeah, that's fine. See you in a minute."

There was a rap on the door. Lewis opened it. Tris' beaming face appeared. The boyfriends shared a heartfelt hug and kiss. 

"This has been a pleasant surprise, I didn't expect to see you until Sunday evening!" the man enthused.

"Great, isn't it? My client will be here in about an hour, he had a last-minute snag at work. Hi Dougal, is Lewis looking after you properly?"

"He's great, Tristan. I've had my first and second orgasms ever, and they were both awesome!"

"Brill! He's an artist with boys, I'm so lucky to have him as a boyfriend, I can tell you! And look at you, you're such a cutie! I saw your video, but you're ten times better in real life! Can I give you a hug, please?" The boy shyly agreed. Tris wrapped the youngster in the warmest embrace, which led to Dougal's penis expanding rapidly. "Wow, you've got a fantastic dick! I love vertical ones, they get me so horny! I'd better let you go, before I get too excited! I've got to work soon, my client would be pretty cheesed off if I wore myself out before he even arrives!" Tris looked at Lewis knowingly. "First impressions? Have we got a star in the making?"

The man glanced at Dougal, giving him a wide smile. "Very likely! Brains, beauty and as sexy as hell! Just like another boy I remember, not too many moons ago!" The younger boy looked at Lewis askance. "Sorry, sweetheart, I bet I sound like a horse dealer! I won't do it again. You're absolutely wonderful, if I wasn't in love with this rascal here, you could easily melt my heart!"

The trio chatted lightly for another twenty minutes, until a text called a halt. 

"Duty calls!" Tris smiled slightly. "Have a lovely weekend, Dougal, I hope I'll see you soon." He turned to Lewis with a kiss. "Sunday evening can't come soon enough, sweet. Missing you already!"

"Wow, Tristan is pretty full on, isn't he?" Dougal observed after the older boy had left the room.

"There's a rarely a dull moment! But I love him so much, I hope we'll stay together forever. I wouldn't have believed that a few years ago, I was convinced I was 100% a boylover, but even though Tris is getting older now, I wouldn't change him for the world. Anyway, less of the romantic mush, let's go back to work!"

"My turn to give you an orgasm, Lewis!"

"Your wish is my command!"

****

"Hiya Izzy!" Lewis said brightly. "Tris told me that you'd be around this afternoon."

"Yeah, I'm doing a few hours of mentoring. We've got a couple of girls in the pipeline, Posy is one of them, a very nice 11 year old, and she'll be here within the hour. But I didn't expect to see you, I thought you'd be at Wargrave, since Tris isn't working this weekend."

"I would have been, but we're short-handed today. Luke came in this morning, but he was in a terrible state, I reckon he's got the flu, actual flu, not 'man flu'. So we packed him off back to bed and told him to stay there until he was better. There wasn't anyone else available at such short notice, and given that I live on the premises, I was the obvious choice to do the camera operator shift. Tom said he would do it, but it would've been a bit dumb for him to rush here when I'm to hand already. The rest of the weekend is covered, so I'll go to the house this evening." Lewis had been living in the one-bedroom flat above the garage adjoining the co-op house for nearly two years, and despite its compact dimensions, the man was more than happy with his domicile, not least because it was rent-free.

"Oh, that's a shame, for you and for Luke. Anyway, it'll give you a heads-up about Posy, although I know you're not really fussed about girls. This will be her second session, and she's very promising. Very enthusiastic about all sorts of sex, albeit she's very inexperienced, especially with males. She's been playing with her older sister for years, but big sis has got a serious boyfriend now, so Posy is looking to spread her wings."

"I wouldn't say I'm 'not fussed' about girls, I want them to have a fun and safe environment with us, and in the wider world, too. I'll admit that when they become obviously 'womanly', with larger breasts and more adult curves, they don't float my boat in a sexual way, but then again, I'm not attracted to older males either, with one exception, of course. The 'tomboyish' ones can be nice to look at, though, despite the fact that I'd be very unlikely to do anything 'hands-on' with them."

"You'd like Posy, then, if she had a shorter haircut and gender-neutral clothes, she could easily pass herself off as a boy. Speaking of boys, Tris was raving over your new protégé the other day. From what he's said, the boy could be an all-time star!"

Lewis grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Dougal is one of a kind, for sure! It's difficult for me to avoid gushing about him - he's a perfect ten, body and face wise, fiercely intelligent, has a wonderful personality and absolutely loves sex! And he's very much his own man. A leader, not a follower. If it wasn't for Tris, I'd be like a lovesick calf!"

Izzy laughed. "Good job you're spoken for! Does he like girls at all, or is he predominantly gay?"

"He's very curious about both genders, really. If I was going to make a snap opinion, I'd say he could easily be bisexual. Why do you ask?"

"Posy is really, really keen to play sexy with a boy, preferably in her own age bracket. What do you think about us organising a joint mentoring session next weekend?"

Lewis looked surprised initially, but after a few moment's reflection, he realised it could be an interesting proposition. "I'd have to ask him, but I doubt it would be an outright 'no'. He's due to be here from Friday evening until Saturday lunchtime, his Dad and him are going for a family meal in the evening that day. Do you think your girl, and her family, would consider a sleepover?"

"We can but ask. Posy will be here any time now, her mother will be dropping her off." 

****

In the event, both parties were eager to participate, so at seven o'clock on the Friday, the boy and girl were in the hallway of the co-op house, looking slightly damp, because it had been pouring with rain for most of the day, and appraising each other shyly.

"Good job it's not a camping trip!" Izzy grinned. "We'll organise robes for everyone in a few minutes. Posy, come with me, please, we'll be changing in the big room, Lewis and Dougal can use the smaller room to change. We've got the super-king bed tonight, so there will be plenty of space for everyone."

"Having a joint mentoring event is a new concept for our co-op." Lewis added. "So the four of us are guinea pigs, so to speak. I hope we're all able to deal with it, but, even more than usual, if anyone isn't happy, please shout out. Whether it's a small question, or wanting to scrap the whole thing, no-one would criticise anyone who wasn't on the same page as the others. And that goes for Izzy and I just as much as Posy and Dougal. Communication is the key in this situation, OK?"

There were no initial misgivings, so the pair of pairs headed upstairs to change.

"Posy's pretty, isn't she?" Dougal said approvingly.

"Well, I'm no expert on girls, but, yeah, she's nice-looking, from a gay guy's perspective!"

"Do you think she'll like me?"

"I spoke to her for a few minutes last Saturday, and she didn't give me the impression that she's either blind or dopey, so I expect she'll love you!"

Dougal giggled. "Don't be daft, Lewis, you know what I mean! I don't know much about girls, either, but I want us to be friendly, at least. It would be pretty embarrassing if she thinks I'm a dork, or something!"

"My guess is you'll get along perfectly well." The boy was in the middle of changing. "And just look in the mirror, Dougal, she's probably rarely seen a better looking guy in her whole life!"

"You're just biased!"

"Dougal, I love you to bits! But I would never say anything that I didn't believe. Relax, and be yourself. Because you're a very special person."

"D....do you think she might....want to have sex with me?"

"Time will tell. But I wouldn't be surprised if that happens. What do you think about that prospect?"

"Scared to death. But excited, too."

"Don't forget, she's new to this stuff too. As far as I know, the only other person she's had sex with is her older sister. And Izzy, as her mentor, of course. Izzy and I will be there for you, every step of the way. That's what being a mentor means."

The boy hugged Lewis. "Thank you for being my friend. I love you too."

"Thank you, Dougal. That means a lot to me. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be - which isn't saying too much!"

"Come on, beautiful boy! Let's do it!"

 Lewis tapped on the bedroom door. "Are we OK to come in?"

"Two secs!" Izzy called. There was a brief hiatus, before the door was opened. "Hi guys, come on in!" Izzy was wearing her robe, but Posy, in the centre of the bed, was wearing nothing other than a nervous smile. Dougal's eyes were almost comically wide. "This was Posy's decision alone. I hope you guys aren't upset." The boy shook his head without the slightest hesitation. Lewis smiled warmly.

"You're very attractive, Posy. Speaking as a gay man, of course!"

"Thank you, Lewis," the girl trilled. She looked at Dougal with hopeful expectation. "I'd like to cuddle with you, Dougal, please. Will that be alright?"

"Y....yes, of course. But c....can I keep my robe on, please, just until I get used to things." The girl smiled her assent. The youngsters wrapped each other up carefully, gently. "You're so pretty, Posy. And you smell wonderful, too, like flowers."

The girl pecked Dougal's cheek, making the boy shiver. "Thanks! Izzy said you were handsome, but she didn't say how handsome! You're amazing!" The pair gazed into each other's eyes for long moments. "I'd really like to undress you," the girl breathed. "See what's under that robe!"

"O....OK. But I'm pretty....excited, I hope you....don't mind."

"Excited as in....hard?" Dougal nodded, slowly. "Fantastic, that's exactly what I want to see!" The girl untied the belt of the robe, which fell aside. "Wow, your....dick is pointing straight up to the ceiling. And it's twitching, too! Can I touch it, please?"

"Just gently, please, I feel as though I'm going to have an orgasm, any second!"

"Can you squirt?"

"N....not yet. But I can get the feelings, Lewis showed me how."

"Yeah, Bella, that's my sister, taught me how to do it, a while ago. It feels fantastic, doesn't it?"

"It's the best! I do it at least twice every day, usually more often than that!"

"I'll do it for you right now if you like, then I'll teach you how it works for a girl. OK?!"

"OK! Just be careful with the skin, you know, my foreskin, it doesn't go all the back yet, and if you try to force it, it's really painful."

"Show me how you do it for yourself, and I'll copy." The boy did her bidding for thirty seconds or so, before Posy took over. 

"That's the way, feels so good! I'm getting close already!" Less than minute later, Dougal groaned aloud. "Don't stop, Posy, it's happening....right now!" The boy's penis jumped and jumped, as the girl laughed delightedly. "Ooooh, too much now, stop please!" The girl looked bemused, glancing at her mentor.

"It's one of the ways that girls and boys are different," Izzy explained. "Boys - and men - can get really sensitive after they come. Not all the time, and not all boys, but it's very common. Us girls are lucky, we can often just carry on, and have another cum, or two, or lots more, if we're really in the mood! Dougal will be ready for round two pretty soon, probably, boys who can't ejaculate - squirt - yet are more like girls, and can have multiple orgasms in a row, sometimes. The best way to find out is to ask your partner - sex, good sex, at least, takes practice. And like Lewis said earlier, communication is vital!"

"Oh, OK. Dougal, could you tell me when you're ready to play some more, please?"

"Of course. But maybe I can give you some nice feelings while I'm recovering, if you show me how."

"Good idea!" Lewis exclaimed. "Izzy would be better at this than me, because I've only played with a female a couple of times, and I wasn't very good at it. In fact, I was clueless!"

"That's fine by me," the young woman said. "You can watch and learn, for the next time!" she told Lewis archly.

"I deserved that, didn't I?!" 

"It's only practice, like I said! You never know when it'll come in handy! No pun intended! OK, Dougal, are you left or right handed?"

"Left," the boy said, looking perplexed at the question.

"The reason I asked is that you've probably got more dexterity and strength in your dominant hand. When you play with your penis, which hand do you use most often?"

The boy grinned in realisation. "The left!"

"There you go! The more skilful you are, the better for your partner! So, if you're sitting side by side, sit closest to Posy's right. Although now I've said that, it'll probably be better for you to kneel between her legs this time, so you can see everything clearly. Can you give Dougal enough room to make that happen, please, Posy?" The girl spread herself without hesitation, and the boy settled himself in the inverted 'Ʌ' in the space she provided. Izzy proceeded to give the youngsters, although more for Dougal's benefit than Posy's, naturally, a simple lesson on female anatomy. The boy was enraptured, and his own anatomy reacted accordingly. 

"Dougal's dick is even harder than before!" Posy giggled. 

"That's 100% natural. That's how boys work, erections are due to their brains saying 'sex coming soon'! As you already know, girls get wet and slippery inside their vulva and vagina, that's the female version of a boy's hard-on. It's all part of the process of making babies, ultimately, but in humans, sex is as much about pair bonding as reproduction. Lewis and Tristan, for example, obviously can't make babies together, but sex helps their love strengthen the connection with each other. You two can't make babies either, because you're too young at the moment, but that doesn't mean you can't make each other feel good. Dougal, do you remember what I said about a girl's clitoris?" The boy nodded. "See if you can find Posy's clit. Gently, needless to say!" He palpated the general area carefully for a few moments, until the girl gasped and sighed. "Bullseye, I suspect! Did he get it right, Posy?"

"Mmmm, that was really nice! Could you do it some more, please, Dougal." He tickled the little bud with exquisite care. "Ooooh, that's perfect! Keep going, please!" 

"Carry on like that," Izzy whispered in the boy's ear. "With a bit of luck, she'll get an orgasm soon! Don't stop unless she says it's too much." He smiled briefly, before continuing with his caresses. Posy's breathing became ragged, her eyes were closed in bliss. 

"Oh Dougal! It's so good! Make me come. Make me come hard! Ooooh yesssss!" The boy's fingers were soaked, but he was undaunted. "Oh God, more, more! I'm going to come again! It's heaven!" The girl was whimpering, she was almost beside herself, her body was heaving and writhing. "Enough, Dougal, I've got to rest!" He complied immediately, his expression was of complete amazement at the strength of her responses. Posy's body shuddered, almost from top to toe. "That was the best come I've ever had! Thank you so much!" she said weakly. "Come and give me a big hug, you sweet boy!" The young pair tangled together haphazardly, their arms and legs entwined. As if by magic, the boy's raging erection comfortably settled into the lubricious groove of Posy's vulva. "You're so hard, Dougal! I love the feeling of my pussy being so close to your dick!"

"I love it too! You're so warm, smooth and slippery down there! And I like your sexy scent, too. It's making me even more horny!" Dougal looked at his mentors with obvious desire in his eyes. "Do you think Posy and I could....have sex together? If she wants to, I mean."

"Oh, yes please!" the girl said breathily. "I was thinking about the same thing! I bet having your lovely dick inside my pussy would feel awesome!"

The adults smiled at each other happily. "If you both want to try, go for it! We'll help you, if you need any help, that is!" Izzy laughed.

"We're both virgins," Posy said without embarrassment, "so some advice would be good!"

"No problem! I know your hymen has been broken, Posy," the woman told the girl, "but what, if anything, have you put into your vagina?"

"My fingers, Bella's fingers, and the handle of my hairbrush. That hurt a bit at first, but I was only 9 at the time, and I soon got used to it. The hairbrush is thicker than Dougal's dick, so it shouldn't be much of a struggle."

"That sounds OK. What about you, Dougal, where has your dick been, so to speak!"

"Only in Lewis' mouth! But that has been fantastic!" You're welcome, sweetheart, the man mouthed, with evident love in his eyes.

"Which position would be best for us?" Posy asked.

"The best known one, I reckon," Izzy mused. "You on your back, legs spread, knees slightly bent. That'll give Dougal plenty of room, especially because his dick isn't too long." The woman smiled at the slightly indignant expression on the boy's face. "Your penis is exactly the right size for your age, Dougal, and it's a beauty, too! But it would be better, at least for some positions, if it was a little longer. But the good news is that you'll grow, probably sooner rather than later!" Izzy gently manoeuvred the girl into the optimum orientation, while Lewis knelt behind Dougal, his arms wrapping the boy's midriff and sides up carefully, but warmly.

"Take it slowly at first, sweetheart, just like we did when we started to play together a few weeks ago," the man murmured. "Enjoy all five of your senses, talk to Posy, ask her how she's feeling, ask her if there's anything that would be better for her. And tell her how you're doing, too."

"I'm so excited, Lewis! There's no way I would've expected to do this stuff until I was way older! And Posy is just lovely, too, I'm so lucky!"

"You deserve it! Try not to be too excited, though. It'll be better for both of you, if you can try to hold your orgasm back for longer." Lewis glanced at the girl briefly. "I think she's ready for you. Scoot forward, so your dick is almost touching her pussy." Dougal approached the target slowly. "That's the way. Hold your dick in your fingers, so you can adjust everything." The man looked at his co-mentor, who nodded and smiled.

"Are you ready, Posy?"

The girl looked almost desperate to lose her virginity. "Yes! Let's do this, Dougal!" Izzy took the lead once more.

"Nudge the head of your penis right by the entrance of Posy's vagina." The boy moaned, very quietly, as the tip of his glans touched the warmth and wetness on the threshold of heaven. "Perfect! OK, start to move inside, but remember to be slow and gentle." Millimetre by millimetre, the young member began to disappear from view. Both boy and girl gasped at the new sensations.

"A....are you OK, Posy? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Dougal said with concern.

"Noooo! It's wonderful! Your dick feels a hundred times nicer than that hairbrush! Does it feel good for you, too?"

"Heaven, Posy! You're so tight, but in a wonderful way! It's like being inside a silky glove!"

"Keep going, Dougal, I want all of you, please!"

Soon enough, Posy had her wish granted. "Oh, so brilliant, it's the best feeling of my whole life! Go in and out, Dougal!"

"Stay slow and gentle!" Izzy advised. "Only a centimetre or so at a time first, so you don't slip out!" The boy's face was a picture of rapture. "You're a natural! When you're used to the rhythm, you can go a little bit deeper and quicker. Are you liking it, Posy?" All the girl could do was to moan in pleasure.

"I'm close to coming, Lewis," the boy whispered nervously. "How can I make it longer?"

"Stop for a few seconds. Once you've calmed down a bit, start to move again." Posy was slightly disappointed that the sensations had stopped, until Izzy quietly explained the problem to her. Before long, it was the girl's turn to be on the brink.

"Harder, do it harder!" she wailed. "Oh yes, just like that, Dougal! I'm going to come, really soon!" And, indeed, she did, strongly, blowing the boy's mind - and body! - within seconds. Both of the youngsters were close to exhaustion, mentally if not physically. When their breathing slowed, they kissed over and over, before Posy whispered into the boy's ear.

"Again?" he said incredulously. Posy grinned and kissed him once more. "I'll try!"

It was a success, for both of them! Round two was much more languid, and for the onlookers, amazingly erotic. After their second peak, though, Dougal's spent penis slipped out of the girl's vagina, and Posy didn't look much more energetic - in fact, she looked as though she was almost asleep. Izzy pecked both of their cheeks. "Rest, you've been wonderful. For each other, and for us and the co-op. We'll have a chat about what happens next, but not until tomorrow. If you've got any more energy left, do whatever you like, later on tonight, or in the morning. But if you just want to cuddle and sleep, that's fine too. It's not a competition!"

Hardly surprisingly, both of the youngsters were soon fast asleep. Amazingly, Dougal's penis grew in his slumbers, and before long, he was more or less fully erect. "He's got some staying power!" Lewis chuckled.

"Mmmm, the energy of young boys never fails to amaze me! They're like little rabbits!" Izzy took Lewis' hand into hers. "What about us? Do you fancy a little suppertime treat? And before you say anything, I've spoken to Tris, and he's more than happy for us to....indulge ourselves. If I was a man, as in an adult man, he would've been pretty dubious, but he knows full well that I'm not the slightest threat to him. Shall we?"

Lewis looked torn. "You're very attractive, Izzy, but I'm not sure we should. I've only had sex with a adult woman once, and, frankly, I was rubbish at it. Maybe because it wasn't what I wanted. To give myself a little credit, I was a complete virgin when it happened, I wasn't interested in adult men at all, and I was too scared to risk anything with a boy. Tris has completely changed my life, in many ways, but above all in this context, he's been my sexual mentor, from the first day I met him until now. I guess even thinking about doing anything with you makes me feel....guilty."

Izzy smiled sympathetically. "I can relate to that, but don't overthink things. We've both been horny for hours, thanks to those wonderful little sleeping beauties over there, a little bit of fun won't hurt either of us, especially when your partner knows and approves."

"When did you speak to Tris?"

"Yesterday. He knows what it's like when you've got to take a back seat from your own pleasure, to give pleasure to other people. We both know that, of course, being mentors." Izzy kissed the man gently. "I'll do my best to make it good for you, Lewis. It'll be easy for me, I've always thought that you're a hunk!" She untied the belt of the man's robe. "Please, Lewis!"

Lewis' erection told its own tale. "On your back, please, I want to have a ride!" The man did as he was asked, and within mere seconds, his manhood was sheathed by Izzy's gripping vaginal walls. "Oh yes, that's delicious! I'm going to love this!" The young woman set the pace, slow at first, gradually building to a crashing crescendo for her. "Oh Lewis, that's so goodI Flip me over and screw me until I squeal! Quietly, I don't want to wake the munchkins!"

"Too late!" a small voice giggled. Dougal was grinning fit to bust, while Posy tittered quietly. "Go for it, Lewis! Posy and I are ready for another go, too!"

****

"Well?!" Tris grinned impishly, as the train pulled out of Wargrave station.

"Well what?" Lewis asked disingenuously.

"You know very well what I mean! You and Izzy! How was it?!"

The man looked sheepish. "Fine. But...."

"But what?"

"I'm feeling really guilty now. I shouldn't have done it. It wasn't part of the mentoring work, it was nothing more than a tawdry one-night stand. I'm ashamed of myself."

Tristan stopped in his tracks, turned to Lewis, and embraced the man fiercely. "There's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of! You and Izzy are close friends and colleagues, and what happened wasn't at all surreptitious. Park the guilt for a second or two - did you enjoy it, in terms of giving and receiving pleasure?"

Lewis closed his eyes and waited until he felt ready to reply. "Yes. It was fun. Quite a bit more exciting than I would have expected. But...."

"No buts, mister! Accept it for what it is. I still love you just as much as before, and I suspect you feel the same. Izzy is still one of our best friends, and I reckon if she wasn't, it wouldn't have happened. If you'd slept with Dougal, for example, not as a mentor, but as a 'friend with benefits', it would've been the same situation. Just because we're partners and lovers, it doesn't mean that we have to lock each other into chastity belts!"

Lewis smiled wanly. "I'm grateful you're relaxed about this sort of stuff, but I doubt I'll be doing anything too much with other people, apart from the work with the co-op. I love you too much to ever risk losing you."

"I'm not going anywhere, you goof! I know where I'm well off! Take me to bed, sweet - unless Izzy has totally worn you out!"

****

"Thank you all for coming here at such short notice. I've got some exciting news for everyone!"

It was Thomas, Tris, Toby and Tom's dad, who had made the announcment. Tris was at home already, having finished school at 3:30, but Toby was at university in Central London - he was in the last year of his Sports Science degree - while Tom and Angela were at work at their respective companies, also in the metropolis. Lewis was at the co-op house, working on paperwork and a minor repair in one of the bedrooms - there were no clients in the building at the time - meaning he was the last of the attendees to arrive, given that the journey from the house to Wargrave was rather fiddly, a bus, two tube rides and two trains being involved. so it was almost 8:00 before he was finally ushered into the Hall-Pennington's lounge.

As ever, it was Tris who the one who was most impatient. "Come on Dad, spill the beans!"

The man smiled indulgently at his youngest son. "All will be revealed very soon! Mum is just organising the drinks!"

Lise, Thomas' wife, came into the room, wheeling a trolley bearing glasses and two bottles of champagne.

"Wow, bubbly on a school night! It must be a really special occasion!" Tris grinned.

"And you'll only get one glass, young man, so don't guzzle it down like water!" his mother admonished the boy, albeit with a twinkle in her eye.

"Damn, I thought growing up was supposed to be fun!"

"It wouldn't be much fun to get sent home for drunkenness!" Thomas smiled slightly.

"I suppose that's true! So, is it time for the big news?!"

"It is, indeed! I've been in discussions with lawyers and accountants for some years now, on and off, and it appears that the process of our home having being repossessed was flawed - in fact, it was completely illegal, both in UK and US law. You all know that it was an American company who took me to court in the first place, but it seems that their rapacity exceeded their common sense. The whole affair has taken a ridiculously long time, US legal processes are glacial and unbelievably expensive, even compared to the British version, but I had very good advice throughout, and the consensus was that we had a more or less ironclad case. Well, the last appeal in the US was finalised 24 hours ago, and we've won! Pennington Court, the home farm, the workers' cottages and all of the land is back in the hands of the rightful owners! We can go home, guys!"

Tris whooped in delight, and the older brothers weren't far behind. Only Tom was slightly more reserved.

"Why didn't you tell us what was happening before now, Dad?"

"Well, it was a complex scenario, with two completely different jurisdictions involved, but the main reason I've decided not to keep you in the loop is that was a substantial risk associated with the proceedings. The legal fees run into millions, and if we'd been defeated, we would have lost this house as well, almost certainly. I didn't that hanging over your heads, while you were in the middle of your education. But as it's turned out, the Americans are on the hook for all those fees, and they've also had to pay for maintenance costs for our property, as well, so it's a complete victory for us. From what I've heard from out land agents, the house and the cottages are in 'walk-in' condition, but the farm needs a bit of TLC. Mr Galvin, our old farm manager, is keen to come back to us, and so are Mr and Mrs May. Sadly for you, Toby, your little girlfriend won't be around, she's married now, with a baby on the way in the spring!"

"The Mays were the cook and butler at Pennington Court, Lewis," Tris told his boyfriend quietly, "and Becky's mum and dad."

If Thomas was trying to embarrass Toby, it was a complete failure. The young man simply smiled, rather smugly to Lewis' eyes.

"That's a disappointment, Dad! We had so much fun together! She was one of the best...."

Lise cut his nostalgic musings very short. "Thank you, Tobias, I don't think we need all the gory details! Let's drink to our good fortune, instead!" Tris smirked suggestively. "And that's enough from you too, Tristan! Help me with the glasses, please."

"What will happen with my A-levels, Mum?" Tris had just finished is GCSEs within the previous week.

"Well, what do you want to do? Your existing school is highly rated, and it's only a twenty minute walk from here. You could move to Pennington Court in the summer, but I've no idea about what the secondary schools in the area are like, your brothers went to private schools once they finished at the village primary school. This house is still going to be here, unless anything totally unforeseen happens, so you can live here during term time."

"On my own?!"

"Well, I'm sure there would be plenty of visitors. It's not as though we're moving to Timbuktu!"

Tris evidently had a lightbulb moment, judging by his expression. "What if Lewis moves here with me, maybe he would like it around here." He looked at his partner expectantly. "We'd probably need a live-in supervisor at the co-op house, someone like Luke or Martin might like to have a little promotion, and Lewis could work from home, sorting out the paperwork and all that stuff here. What do you think, sweet?"

The man was dumbfounded. "I....I'll....have to think about it...."

Thomas had no doubts, however. "I think it's an excellent idea! You, Lewis, are sensible and reliable, and easily old enough to stand as in loco parentis for things like medical matters until Tris reaches 18. And most of all, you want the best for my son, and care deeply for him. You might even persuade him to do his homework without too much fuss!"

"Steady on, Dad!" Tom laughed. "Lewis is a good guy, but he's not a miracle worker!"

"Watch it, smartarse!" Tris growled. "You'll be wearing that wine if you're not careful!"

****

Thomas had discussions with his sons in the following weeks, wondering aloud if the co-op had outlasted its purpose, given the family's return to their ancestral holdings, but all three brothers, as well as Izzy, were keen for their enterprise to continue, and preferably grow. The co-op movement in general showed no signs of dwindling, and with no discernable political pressure for the age of consent to be re-introduced - strong tax earnings for the government helped in that regard - Britain's status as the world's 'sex tourism' capital was seemingly assured. Tris was the only brother who now regularly worked with clients, although Toby occasionally took a shift or two, he was often in demand by more mature ladies who enjoyed his expertise, energy and prodigious endowment. The younger contingent, though, were the 'jewel in the crown' for the co-op, most notably Dougal and Posy. They often worked in tandem, to the ecstatic delight of many, many clients. They were easily the co-op's highest earners, their own personal bank accounts were in rude health, but perhaps most significantly of all, they were quickly recognised as wonderful mentors of their slightly younger co-workers. They had a rare weekend off, a few days before they were due to go back to school for the autumn term, so Tris and Lewis invited them to Wargrave for a combined relaxing break and debriefing for their, and their mentorees, recent progress. Lewis had bought a small electric car lately, so for once, the quartet weren't beholden to train schedules.

"Lovely to see you both!" Tris grinned at the front door. "The house is all ours this time around, Toby is rowing in Germany, and the rest of the family are at Pennington Court. So the world is our oyster until Sunday evening!"

Posy smiled archly. "Shall we have 48 hours in the nude, then?!"

"Sounds like a good plan to me!" Tris turned to his partner. "Fancy it, sweet?"

"As long as my eyes don't melt at all that pulchritude!" Lewis chuckled.

"Oops, someone's swallowed a dictionary again!" Dougal giggled.

"It's only for the good of your education! That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!"

"Which room - or rooms - would you like to have?" Tris asked. "Lewis and I use the master bedroom, now Mum and Dad have gone back home, so you can use my old room, or Tom's if you prefer. Toby uses his sometimes, there's quite a bit of his personal stuff in there, so that's off limits, but apart from that, take your pick!"

"We'll use yours, Tris, but I hope that we can share with you and Lewis most of the time," the girl said meaningfully.

"Works for me!" Tris picked her overnight bag up. "Let's get the show on the road!"

Fifteen minutes later, after the older participants had shed their clothing, there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in, guys. You don't have to have an invitation!"

Lewis, being the boylover in the party, was immediately drawn to Dougal's glabrous body. "Oh, Dougal, you look more stunning every time I'm lucky enough to see you undressed! Even Adonis would be envious! And Posy, you're not far behind. You're a delight too!"

The boy embraced Lewis wholeheartedly. "Thank you. You're no slouch yourself!" The two males, the older and the younger, were instantly aroused, as they had been many times before.

"Looks like you and I will have to be satisfied with each other, Tris!" the girl smirked. "That pair are ready to rock already!"

The teenager looked at Posy reflectively. "Maybe so," he said quietly. "I've never done anything with a girl before, I've never even wanted to. But I can recognise beauty when I can see it. You're absolutely lovely, Posy, and I really mean that."

"Awww, thank you so much! Everyone knows how special you are, inside as well as outside. I....I'd like to cuddle with you, please, we don't have to do anything sexual if you're not interested in me, in that way. Would that be OK?"

"More than OK!" Tris kissed the girl's lips softly. "Teach me how to please a girl, if you don't mind. Lewis enjoyed his time with Izzy, maybe it's my turn this evening."

"Oh wow, that'll be fantastic! You're so beautiful, Tris!"

The mixed pair jumped, as Lewis unexpectedly kissed both in turn. "I think privacy would be appropriate in the circumstances. Dougal and I will scoot to the other room, we'll be more than happy to entertain each other there. We can join forces later on, if that works for you two."

Tris looked at his soulmate with tears in his eyes. "Thank you so much, sweet, you're always so thoughtful! I'll tell you about everything when the time's right. I love you so much!"

"I love you just as much, Have a lovely, lovely time, both of you."

Dougal also dispensed warm kisses to the new partnership, before Lewis ushered him into the hallway and closed the door quietly.

Posy looked at Tris fondly. "Let's just cuddle for a while. We're both new to each other. And I really mean this, if you change your mind, if you find anything....too difficult for you, just say the word, and we can stop straight away. It wouldn't change anything I feel about you, I promise. We'll still be friends, no matter what."

"Thank you, Posy, that's so nice of you. I can't lie, I'm pretty scared right now. I've never felt uncomfortable about sex before, ever, but that's because I've only played with boys - and later some men - right back since I was four years old, learning with my brothers."

"There's nothing to be frightened about. It's just skin and fingers and lips and tongues, touch and taste and smell and sight and hearing, all combining to give your partner as much pleasure as you can. OK, some of my parts are a little different than Lewis', say, but it's all part of the same basic process. Would you like me to give you a little 'tour' of my body, what's different, and what's the same?"

"Yes please." The girl gave Tris the same sort of lesson that Izzy had done for her and Dougal, around a year earlier. The young man absorbed the information he was being given readily - naturally, he was well versed in sexual matters in general, but female anatomy and responses were only a theoretical element of his knowledge, hitherto. "Your pre-cum - if that's the right word in this context - is quite a bit different than mine, and most guys I've played with in the past. There's more of it, and it's....thicker, for want of a better word. It feels....buttery, kind-of."

"That's true, Dougal doesn't make much yet, but that's because he's still only 11, nearly 12, maybe. The younger girls I've been mentoring don't always make as much as me, but it's still more than young boys - some of them, who can't squirt semen yet, can be completely dry."

"I was like that. I had my first orgasm when I was four, but I was 11 before I had a little dribble of pre-cum, and 12 and a half when I finally had a full wet cum. Even then, is wasn't much, and it was almost clear at first, it was another few months before it looked like 'proper' semen."

"What else has surprised you about what you've found so far?" Posy asked.

"The fact that your clitoris gets erect! I know it's not much like a penis, but feeling it getting a 'hard-on' was a 'wow!' moment! Does it throb like a dick when you have an orgasm?"

"Not really. The muscles in my vaginal walls pulse, though, most of the boys I've played with like that feeling, especially when their penises are inside me. And I really like that too, squeezing their dicks and making them moan and groan! It makes me so horny! The inexperienced guys nearly all come more or less straight away, but once they're more used to it, they can sometimes resist the feelings, which gives me the chance to have a second, or even third orgasm before they come. Dougal's really good at that now, he gives me such strong come feelings. I love him so much!"

"From what Lewis has told me, he loves you just as much."

The girl blushed a little. "We're officially boyfriend and girlfriend now! My mum didn't think that was a good idea, but his dad was thrilled, he gave me a big kiss, you know, a fatherly one, not a sexy one, and welcomed me to the family. He's ever so nice."

"I know, I've known him for ages. My dad and him used to be business partners for a while, until that big depression a few years back. Good job you haven't tripped over Dougal's mum, though, she's the exact opposite. Not a pleasant person, at all! But she's pretty much out of Dougal's life now, she's remarried and moved to America."

"Yeah, Doogs told me. He doesn't miss her at all, as far as I can tell." Posy looked at Tris contemplatively for long seconds, as though there was a new conversation coming. "So, have you thought about whether you want to go further with me, or not?"

"I....I think so. You're very sexy, even for a 100% gay guy like me. If you were a completely adult woman, I don't think I'd be able to do....the whole thing, you know, intercourse, but you're lithe and....not exactly boyish, but not totally womanly, if you see what I mean. If you find that a bit offensive, I'm really sorry, but I'm a boy who loves boys, for the most part."

Posy pecked the teenager's cheek. "I'm not offended at all! Being considered attractive at all, is a boost to my ego!" The girl embraced Tris closely. "You're hard, so I've achieved that much, at least! I'd like to....touch you, Tris, if you don't mind."

He shivered. "Y....yes please, Posy. Like you said before, touch is just touch, no matter who is touching who." The girl took him in hand, very gently and slowly. "Mmmm, that's super!" She retracted his foreskin, making him gasp. "Oh! Oh wow! Your hands are so soft! Feels awesome!"

"Touch me as well, just as gently. Concentrate on my clit first, tickle it with one finger, please. That's exactly right, Tris. More of that, please, it feels great!" After a minute or two, Posy upped the ante. She took the teen's forefinger, and placed into the entrance of her vagina. "Push your finger inside. You won't hurt me, my pussy is nice and slippery." Tris was very nervous, but did her bidding. "Excellent! Go in and out slowly, try not to slip out completely." She sighed in pleasure. "That feels so good, Tris!" She kissed his lips. "You know what coming next, don't you?"

"Y....you want my penis inside your vagina, don't you?"

Posy smiled hungrily. "Yes please! But only if you're sure that would be OK for you." She stroked the rock-hard erection in her fingers enthusiastically.

"O....OK, Posy. B....but can you help me. I....I don't top anyone very often. I can do it well enough, but receiving rather giving is my....speciality."

The girl chuckled a little. "Of course, I'll give you as much help as you need!" She shuffled her body into a perfect position to welcome him into her body, making the fine adjustments with practised ease. "You're right there, Tris, all you've got to do is push!" 

He entered, very hesitantly and slowly. Posy wasn't having any of that, she wrapped her thighs around his and smoothly sheathed his penis within seconds.

"Oh God, I'm in all the way!" Tris said in amazement.

"Yep, easier than screwing a boy's bum, isn't it? That's because of the natural lubrication. How do you feel?"

"It's....different. It's like....someone grabbing both hands around your dick, and squeezing." Posy used the muscles in her vaginal walls rhythmically for a moment or two, making the teen literally squeal. "What have you just done?! That was....out of control."

"You've done that with your bum, surely? It's exactly the same with my pussy muscles."

Tris laughed rather nervously. "Y....yeah, I guess so! It was unexpected, though, but then again, I've got no idea what I was expecting in the first place."

"Does it feel good to you?"

"Yeah! And I really like your 'built-in lube'! Like I said before, it's buttery against my dick. It's delicious! Way better than most of the artificial lube I've used for ever and a day!"

 "I'm really pleased! And your dick is an ideal size for me, filling me up so nicely, but not making me over-stuffed. Screw me, Tris, make me come! It won't take too long, I'm close already!"

The natural, instinctive rhythm of copulation took over for both partners. Tris thrusted with energetic gusto, while Posy enhanced the coupling with delicate finesse.

"Oh yes, Tris, you're an instant expert! It feels sooo good!" The girl's breathing was becoming ragged. "I'm coming, coming so hard! Don't stop, please don't stop!" Her peak arrived like a freight train, making her moan and whimper in joy.

"Posy, I'm there too! Oh God, it's wonderful, wonderful!" he groaned as he went over the brink. For long seconds, the universe had stopped for him, the only focus was the pulsations within his groin, and the matching, delightfully subtle throbs inside the girl's vagina. As the ecstatic feelings gradually faded, both of them sighed, more or less simultaneously, in utter satiety.

Neither said anything for several minutes, simply luxurating in an exquisite afterglow. The teen's penis had softened a little, but he was more than able to maintain a worthwhile erection. Posy kissed him, looking very pleased with life. 

"That was brilliant!" she enthused. "If that was your first experience with a girl, God knows how good could you be with a bit of practice!"

Tris tried to smile, but instead his expression fell into an unwontedly wide-eyed, almost child-like, wonder. "I....I don't know what to say. I never expected anything like this to happen. Ever." He kissed the girl in his turn. "I think....it's like when Lewis and I talked about his evening with Izzy. It's not just sex on its own, that's what I do with the clients, it's the loving friendships between us co-op guys and girls that count far more."

"Probably, but I'm not in the mood for deep, meaningful conversations right now. Call me greedy, but what I want is for you to make love to me again. Slow, gentle and cuddly, for preference. Will that be OK?"

Tris beamed. "That would be much more than OK! Would you like to be on top this time, I don't want to squash you all the time!"

"Mmmm, yes please! Don't pull out, we can just roll over. I don't want to lose your gorgeous dick even for a second!"

Meanwhile in the other bedroom, new experiences, plural, were taking place. Lewis and Dougal had both had satisfying orgasms in each other's mouths, and were cuddling and talking quietly in preparation for round two.

"You're making markedly more pre-cum than the last time we played together," the man observed. "I don't think it'll be long before you ejaculate."

"I guess so, but I'm in two minds, really. Squirting is another step in being a man, but on the other hand, semen is so messy! And some men's semen doesn't smell or taste very pleasant! Yours is fine, but not exactly like vintage champagne, either!"

Lewis laughed. "I know what you mean! Even some boys' product isn't wonderful, although even the worst boy's flavour is still better than the best man's offerings, as far as I'm concerned! Even Tris' is starting to taste a bit bitter, sometimes, depending what he's been drinking or eating."

The pair began caressing, but suddenly, the boy drew away.

"Have I hurt you, sweetheart?"

"No, no, but there's something I've been worried about for a little while. It's something lots of people do together, but I'm....a bit squeamish about it, I think."

"If you want to talk, feel free - this is supposed to be, at least in part, a mentoring session, so if there's anything you're not happy with, now is a good time to clear the air."

"I know, but....thinking about this makes me feel like a stupid little kid - and, worse still, like a stupid, homophobic little kid."

Lewis embraced the boy even more warmly. "The only stupid question is the one unasked, to coin a cliché. Please, Dougal, say what you what to say, and then we can discuss it, if we need to, afterwards."

The boy swallowed visibly. "I...it's about....bum sex, I mean anal sex. I've never done anything with my bumhole, or anyone else's. In my head, sex and....poo don't mix. I know it's only in my head, I know loads of people do it, you and Tris do it, but, for me, it's just....dirty and smelly."

"I understand your qualms, sweetheart, but maybe you might want to try and separate the sex part with the excretion part. Think about your penis - it's part of your sexual apparatus, but it's involved with excretion, too. And as far as body parts go, most of them can be smelly if they're not washed properly. Stinky feet, unbrushed teeth, waxy ears? All of them can be....unappealing!"

Dougal smiled sheepishly. "You're right, I guess. So what's the best way of keeping your bum clean and fresh? Especially the inside of your bumhole."

"On the outside, doing what I expect you do already - wash with good old soap and water! And that's the same with washing your penis, including inside your foreskin. If you're going to have anal sex, though, it's a bit more complicated. Have you heard the word 'enema'?" Dougal shook his head. "OK, here comes the science lesson!"

Lewis explained the process, terms and consequences, or the lack of consequences, of 'bum sex', as the boy continued to call it. Dougal wasn't completely repulsed by the subject, but neither was he at all enthusiastic. "It's like everything about sex, sweetheart, if you don't like it, don't do it!" the man said equably.

"That's....not so straightforward." Lewis looked at the youngster quizzically. "Posy....wants to try it. With me. One of her regular clients asked her about it, but she told him that she wanted to try with a boy first, rather than a big adult. I'm probably going to be the guinea pig, I guess."

"That's not necessarily true. There's no compulsion at all in our co-op, you know that, and Posy knows that. 'No means no', always. No exceptions, even for your girlfriend."

"How did you know she's my girlfriend?!"

Lewis chuckled. "It was an educated guess, but the signs have been clear for a while now. Congratulations, she's a real catch! And I'm sure she feels the same about you."

"I do love her, a lot. My dad really likes her, too, and she likes him. She doesn't see her real dad very often, her parents got divorced years ago, so my dad is sort-of a replacement for her. And because I love her, I want the best for her, even if it means I have to do something I'm not very keen on. Like bum sex."

Lewis looked at the boy thoughtfully. "How about if I show how I clean myself before anal sex? I've actually done it today, the cleaning, I mean, before I picked you two up, so it won't be too messy, but it'll give you an idea of the process, at least."

Dougal was still looking more than dubious, but he allowed the man to lead him into the family bathroom. Once he'd been shown the rudiments, though, he was visibly relieved to see that the technique wasn't akin to anything from a torture chamber.

"It can be more....unpalatable, as you can appreciate, depending how much....waste is in the system at any given time, all you have to do in that case is to rinse and repeat until the water runs clear," Lewis explained. "I'm not suggesting that anything other than soap and water should enter your body today, or any other day, for that matter, but it might be worthwhile to have a go yourself now, so you know how it feels, and, more importantly, so you can demonstrate everything for Posy's benefit - after all, she'll have to do what I've just shown you, if you two do decide to experiment."

The boy's expression was an unreadable shade of neutral for long seconds, before he nodded his head slightly. "O....OK, I'll do it, as long as you can help me, and if I can stop, if I don't like it."

"That goes without saying, sweetheart. Are you ready now?"

He was, and before very long, the deed was done.

"Phew, when the water was inside, and then got released, it felt like I was having the biggest poo in my whole life! Very weird! It didn't hurt at all, though, the idea that it would hurt was the reason I was so afraid of it in the first place."

"I'm glad it wasn't too bad for you." Lewis smiled broadly. "And now we're both squeaky clean, you can put your lovely dick into my bum, if you like!"

"Really?!"

"Absolutely! Good practice before you try with Posy, and, being selfish, I've always had a sneaky hope that you'd eventually agree to do it for me, ever since I first met you! You're so gorgeous!"

"My dick thinks it's a good idea, even if my brain isn't completely sure!" The boy was, indeed, ragingly aroused. "What about doing it in the bathroom? I really like the rainfall shower in here!"

"Works for me! Shall we set everything up?"

Within minutes, the two friends were in the ideal position, the boy's penis nestled into the man's pucker.

"Here we go, sweetheart! Slow and easy at first, please, it's a bit more difficult to penetrate an anus than a vagina." The boy tried to advance, without success initially.

"It won't go, Lewis! What am I doing wrong?"

"Nothing, just push slightly harder."

He did as he was asked, and this time, progress was made. "Ooohhh, it's in! It's so tight, Lewis, much tighter than Posy's pussy! I feel like I'm going to come, any second!"

"Do the usual 'wait, cool down, before you start again' exercise, sweetheart! That works just the same as for a girl's pussy." Dougal closed his eyes and breathed as slowly as he could. "That's good. Take as long as you need, there's no rush, for either of us."

The boy sighed deeply. "OK, I'm ready to go deeper now. Here goes!"

Centimetre by centimetre, Lewis felt the slim phallus penetrating his body. "That's just lovely, Dougal, you feel so good!" Just as the boy was about to bottom out, the man felt a strong jolt of pleasure within. "You've just found my prostate, you wonderful boy! When you're settled, go in and out, but only move maybe two centimetres per thrust, then you'll be massaging the gland all the time. And I'll be in heaven, with a capital 'H'!"

"Like this?" The boy demonstrated.

"Exactly like that! Feels fantastic!"

Neither partner was going to last very long, Lewis went over the edge within three or four minutes, his penis and rectum convulsed with a huge orgasm, dragging Dougal along for the ride, the boy whining in ecstasy as his equally strong climax wracked his slight frame. He withdrew very quickly, gasping for air.

"S....sorry, I c....couldn't b....bear it any longer! I....it was so s....sensitive! A....and I think I....peed, too. I'm so.....sorry!" 

The man slowly gathered his wits. "D....don't worry, I was on my legs, too - hang on, did you say that something came out of your penis?!" Dougal nodded slowly, his face a picture of shame and guilt. "I doubt very much it was urine! I reckon you've ejaculated!" The man reached down and dipped his forefinger into his anus. The fluid he found there was unmistakable. "That's not pee, and it's not lube, either! You've squirted semen, sweetheart! The almost clear stuff that boys get at first, but 100% certainly real semen! You're not a young boy anymore, you're a young man!"

The boy went straight from despair to ecstasy. "Sperm! Real sperm?!" The man grinned ear to ear. "That's soooo cool! It did feel different, but I didn't know why! Oh Lewis, thank you, thank you so much! And you enjoyed what we did, too - you squirted so much! I've never seen you come so much!"

"Me neither! Or at least, close to that! I think the very first orgasm I had with Tris is my all-time record, but this one was very close to beating it! I reckon we should clean ourselves up, and after that, it'll be time for a nap. At least for an old man like me!"

An hour later, and back in the bedroom, Lewis was awakened by a gentle kiss on the nose, making him chuckle.

"Hi, sweetheart! Have you charged your batteries enough?"

"Yeah! I feel brilliant! And horny again! Can you stroke my dick, please, see if you can make me squirt again? I'd like to actually watch it happen this time!"

"In a heartbeat! I want to see it, almost as much! Do you want it to be a quickie, or a slow, gentle build-up?"

"A quick one, please, go as fast as you can!"

"Coming up! No pun intended!"

Given the prodigious energy of newly-minted pubescent boys, five minutes was more than ample for Dougal to demonstrate his new ability. He groaned aloud.

"Here it comes! Watch!" One big dry throb shook the boy's penis, before a pair of ten centimetre jets of almost colourless fluid emerged from the tip of his glans. "Ooohhh, yes, feels so awesome!" Lewis felt another five or six pulsations between his fingers, along with a few more spots of liquid, but after that the boy grabbed his friend's hand and stopped any movement. "Really sensitive, again, Lewis! Is it always going to be like this now?"

"I doubt it'll be like this forever, but your body might have to get used to the 'new normal' for a while. I can't give you much help in this context, I never had a dry orgasm, I was almost 13 and ejaculating from the start when I first discovered masturbation."

 "The orgasm was wonderful, but the after-effect was....too much. Oh well, I'll find out what happens next before too long." The boy tasted a little of his semen. "Not too bad, better than the grown-up version, for sure!"

Lewis sampled the goods, as well. "Yep, very nice! I'll happily lick you clean, if you like!"

Dougal smiled crookedly. "O....OK, if that floats your boat! Don't touch the very tip of my dick yet, though, that's still too tender!"

"As you wish, master!"

Dougal's eyes closed in pleasure at the new sensations. "I feel like a kitten, being washed by its parent. It's nice! And I think the over-sensitivity is fading, too, so I'm all yours!" He sighed after the 'bath' ended. "Super-good, Lewis! I love you!"

"I don't love you, Dougal, I adore you! If it wasn't for Tris, and you being with Posy, I'd be completely out of my mind with you! You're the most special person anywhere, with one only exception!"

"I wonder how they're doing? It was very quiet when we came back from the bathroom."

"I reckon we'll find out fairly soon. If I know my Tris, he'll be starving after all this sex!"

"He's not the only one! Supper would be very welcome right now!"

****

Lewis and Tris were snuggling in bed on the Sunday night, after the other lovebirds had gone back to their homes, a couple of hours previously.

"Aren't they such a pair of little darlings?!" the younger man cooed. "We're so lucky to have such wonderful friends!"

"Not so little, after this weekend! Dougal was beside himself when he worked out that he'd started to produce sperm! Posy was as well, until the over-sensitivity reared its ugly head. She likes her multiple orgasms, and while she's disappointed for her boyfriend, but she's also disappointed for her own orgasm quotient! We'll have to have a chat with Izzy, and ask her to arrange an extra mentoring session for two of them, she'll be much more au fait with heterosexual matters than us!"

"You aren't joking! If it wasn't for Posy, I'd still be a blushing virgin, in that sense!"

"Care to share?!"

"If you like! I reckon it's been very similar to your experience with Izzy. It was very erotic, very exciting - but simply not for me, overall. I don't want to seem to be ungrateful, but I'll stick to guys, thank you! And this guy in particular." Tris kissed his partner with meaning.

"Seconded, sweet! Although the delightful Dougal might be able to turn my head, just a little! But never fear, he's very much my number two, and it's not even close!"

"I know!" Tris caressed his boyfriend's body seductively. "Got a little left for me, sweet?!"

"Until the day I die!"

****

"Another co-op wedding?! This is getting a bit silly!"

Tris grinned, to make sure that no-one thought he was being serious.

"Yep, the little lovebirds are going to be nesting permanently! Not until they finish at uni next summer, but the engagement party is in mid-December," Lewis smiled. "It'll be great!"

 "Tom and Angela, Toby and Izzy, and now Dougal and Posy! Regular little dating agency, aren't we?!"

The first match surprised no-one, Tom and his bride had been together for a dozen years or more before they finally tied the knot officially, but the 'whirlwind' nuptials two years later between the first cousins had caused a lot of ructions between the various branches of the family. Thomas and Lise were cautious initially, but came around after long discussions between the intending spouses. Unlike a number of Izzy's nearest and dearest - they were outraged, the paternal grandmother in particular being implacably anti, to the degree of trying to take legal action against the twenty-somethings, but after months of legal wrangling, the only people who benefitted were the lawyers. Toby and Izzy were married in a very small, private ceremony, and soon moved to Switzerland, thus avoiding much of the residual heat of the situation. Lise's brother, Rainer, doted on the couple and set them up with a very nice chalet-style home owned by the family, and helped their new company, a publishing enterprise, with advice and a modicum of seed capital.

"I hope Toby, and especially Izzy, will be able to go to the engagement," Tris mused. "She was a wonderful mentor for them, they ended up more or less as best friends, at least until Posy had her gap year so she could synchronise their university careers, with Dougal being that year younger than her."

"I can't see why it should be an issue, I doubt if Izzy's family even know Dougal and Posy. We'll have a have a chat with your brother and sister-in-law, sooner rather than later. It would be nice to see them, with them being so far away."

"Maybe we could slip away for a few days in Central Europe. We haven't had much in the way of a holiday this year." Lewis and Tris were now the doyens of the whole co-op movement, working from their apartment at Pennington Court, doing their best to make sure that their younger counterparts were able to follow the same, successful path. They knew everyone worth knowing in their field, even becoming good friends with the archetypal Aaron and Lily, the siblings, long since 'retired', who made the first groundbreaking steps when co-ops began.

"Yeah, that sounds appealing! We've got enough reliable hands around and about, and it'll be even easier next year, once Dougal and Posy graduate and come and work with us full-time."

Tris embraced his partner with all the love he could muster. "It's been a brilliant ride, hasn't it? And it's still thriving, both professionally and personally." 

"You're 100% right! From me being a mere boylover, scared of his own shadow, to joint CEO of one of the most successful enterprises in the country. And partner to the most wonderful man in the world! I love you so much, Tristan!"

****

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B