Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2013 08:48:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Fortune part 10

Good Fortune Part 10

From Part 9

I was nice and relaxed on my drive home which was a good thing because
Geoff hauled me up to Garrett's bedroom for a quick fuck by a new
client. This fellow was a high school football player, 18, named Jamaal. He
had rich cocoa-coloured skin and the largest cock I had seen to date. I
just had to measure it before he shoved it in me -- 9.5" and thick. It hurt
like hell going in as it stretched me further than I had been stretched
before. Jamaal was a powerfully built man and he put a lot of force into
his fucking. Fortunately for me fifteen minutes was all it took to get him
off.

As he left, Jamaal asked if I would be available for an overnight
session. I said depending on the date I certainly could make myself
available. I was to regret that certainty.

Part 10

The following morning during the monthly partners' meeting, Geoff texted
telling me to be home at 3:30 as he had two clients lined up. My quick
reply said I would be home between 5:30 and 6:00. His next text insisted I
be home by 3:30; I ignored it which Geoff correctly interpreted that I
would be home between 5:30 and 6.

My partners were not pleased with me after I told them I had taken on a
criminal case for which the firm would not be billing at my usual rate. So
Geoff's texts were disruptive enough but when a third text came in I
received several glares until I muttered `potential client' as I stepped
out of the room to answer.

It was from Sean telling me he had arranged a luncheon meeting the next day
with Sean and the agency's other legal counsel. I accepted the meeting and
returned to the meeting. I fibbed to my partners that it was someone I met
socially who expressed an interest in legal representation.

Back in my office I received another text from Geoff simply saying `7:15
tonight" which I interpreted to mean the clients had rescheduled for later
in the evening. I was curious as to how this could take place at a time my
wife and Greg would both be home but didn't dwell on it. I was a little
intrigued by who these clients might be, Geoff would give a name were
someone I had `entertained' before, but I decided a little mystery was
good.

As the office day was winding down, main reception called to say Arnold
Burton was here to see me. I met Boomer in the reception. Boxer was
apparently circling the block rather than paying the ridiculous downtown
parking rates, so Boomer and I went down to my car and at the entrance to
the parking garage Boomer returned to his son and pointed out my
vehicle. Thus we drove to Judge Smith's.

It was almost 5:10 when we arrived at Smith's. Both Burtons were a little
overwhelmed by the place and were more overwhelmed by the identity of their
paying trick.

Quentin Smith was also impressed by the physical presence of these two new
studs. He asked to see Boxer's abs; Boxer rather than just lifting his
shirt pulled it off and stood before the judge saying `touch them if you
want'. Quentin wanted and his hands were soon all over Boxer's gorgeous
body. Boomer wanted to know what they would be earning.

Quentin looked at him and then offered, "$150.00 for each time either of
you fucks me."

I had to help with negotiations, "Sorry, Quentin, I think you misspoke. I
think you meant $150.00 for a hand job, $200.00 for a blow and $350.00 for
each fuck, right?"

Quentin scowled at me, "No, Gavin, I don't think I meant that at all."

"Ah, fair enough. Boxer, put your shirt on, we're leaving," I pulled Boxer
out of the judge's grasp and toward the door, motioning Boomer to follow.

As I expected we heard, "Stop! Stop! I meant to say $250.00 for blowjobs
and the rest as you say."

I knew that wasn't what he meant but he was afraid I really would take
those abs away from him. I wished the Burtons good luck and Quentin some
good fucks and left them to get better acquainted.

Clarence met me at the door, "Well played, counsellor. Grandpa is going to
love those two." He pointed into room where the two Burtons were now naked
before the judge, "And I am going to, too. Look at the ass on the
father. Going to love fucking that."

I left knowing money would be flowing into the coffers of the Burton
household on a fairly regular basis. Gee, I was not only a prostitute I was
also a pimp. I think I understand how Geoff feels when he sells Garrett and
me.

Both Garrett and Greg were out so we had a quiet dinner the three of us --
my wife my youngest and me. I had gotten home after 6 pm and my wife and I
ate slowly which meant Geoff was getting antsy as 7 pm approached. Finally,
at 7:05, he interrupted our conversation, "Dad, you said you would help me
with that project for the science camp tomorrow. Can we go now, please?"

Garrett, Geoff and I maintained the ruse of the science camp for my wife's
sake and it worked. She shooed us off saying she would handle the clean up.

Geoff actually took my hand and pulled me out, "We got to hurry, Dad, don't
want to be late."

"Geoffrey, where are we going? I assume it is not Garrett's room this
time."

"No, we're going to the Myshyniuk's. To their back yard really."

"Say what? The client is Steve? Why didn't you just say so?"

"No, not Steve. Mr Myshyniuk said we could use their travel trailer. He
gave me the key."

"So you were fucking him again were you?"

"Of course," he said in that tone teens use when an adult states the
obvious.

The trailer was parked behind the police chief's garage, out of sight of
the house. It was 31" long and very well equipped, although for our
purposes the large double bed at the back was enough.

"So are the two clients coming together or are these separate session?"

"Separate. One at 7:15; the next at 8:30. They don't know about each
other. You haven't had either of these guys." Geoff unlocked the trailer
and turned on a light, "Go to the bedroom back there and get ready, Dad."

By `get ready' he, of course, meant `get naked', so I followed direction
stripped off and climbed into bed. A soft knock announced the first
client. He and Geoff had a brief whispered conversation before appearing at
the entrance to the "bedroom".  Geoff retreated to the other end of the
trailer telling me he was refused permission to watch.

The newcomer was blond, blue-eyed Brian Verheyden, 15, whose family lived
across the street. His body was the naturally toned body of an active
teenager, with sun-bleached hair and a healthy tan to show for his activity
on bike and skateboard over the summer. We played bridge with his parents
regularly and had family barbeques together.

"Hi, Brian"

"Hey, Mr C. Wow, you're nude. Cool," he sounded like the kid I had known
for almost 12 years, but then, a switch flicked somewhere, "You're going to
fucking suck me `til I fucking cum and then I'm going to fucking fuck you
`til I fucking cum again. Get over here and get my fucking cock out and
fucking suck me, man!"

I surprised at the command in his voice not to mention the obscenities. The
Verheydens did not allow their kids to swear. I quickly got his cock out of
his jeans and sucked it deep into my mouth. His 5.5" was instantly hard and
he took to face-fucking me immediately -- hard! The gentle, polite kid I
had always known was gone. I was glad he wasn't bigger, penis-wise, or he
might have choked me unwittingly. As it was I needed to struggle to get his
jeans off or my nose could have been scrapped to hell on his zipper.

I managed to get jeans and underwear down to Brian's knees so my nose was
now being mashed into the boy's pubic hair. Not an all-together unpleasant
sensation. The profanity continued and started to include put-downs like
`whore', `asshole', `loser', `jerk' and many others. It did not take a
genius or a degree in psychology to recognize this was one angry teen.

I held onto his hard muscular thighs as he pummelled my face full force. I
played with his balls in an effort to bring him to climax faster. And it
appeared to work, suddenly, he stopped punishing my nose and shot his thick
load into my mouth, most went directly down my throat, some landed on my
tongue and it tasted great.

"Good, now that's over on to the main event. Your fucking ass. Fucking your
fucking asshole. On your back legs in the air, fucker!" he demanded.

I assumed the position. He drove his cock in, instantly his balls slapping
against my ass. He used the same force and energy on my ass as he had on my
mouth. The profanity and name-calling seemed to increase with new epithets
every few minutes. He also began slapping my ass -- hard -- one side then
the other then both together. I was going to be bruised forever.

I thought I would try a little verbal stimulation of my own, "Fuck me! Fuck
me hard, master! Drive that huge cock into my asshole like I deserve, sir!"
and other such variations on the theme.

It worked, he responded, "Yeah, I'm the boss now! You do what I say, you
filthy whore! You like being fucked, loser? `Cause I'm going to fuck you
like you have never been fucked and you're going to like it, aren't you,
asshole?"

Despite already shooting in my mouth, his verbal abuse and my verbal
subservience, combined with the physical assault on my ass, brought him to
the point of no return faster than I had anticipated. He froze deep in my
ass and creamed my rectum with another thick load.

It was hot watching this very hot looking teen buck and jerk as he shot off
in me. The sight was well worth what it took to get him there.

But suddenly, unexpectedly, he changed. The angry, hostile guy who had just
fucked the hell out of me was gone. The gentle kid I had always known was
back. He looked down at me and tears filled his eyes, "I'm so sorry, Mr
C. I'm so sorry. Don't hate me! Please, don't hate me."

I swung around and grabbed hold of him in a bear hug, "Brian, Brian, I
don't hate you. I could never hate you." I pulled him onto the bed and
continued to cuddle the sobbing boy against my chest. He curled in and laid
his head on my chest. I heard Geoff coming down the hall and ordered him
back.

It was several minutes before Brian stopped sobbing. I pulled his face up
so I could look at him, "Tell me what just happened; where did that angry
fellow come from?"

He shook his head and buried it in my chest again. I held him in silence. I
could hear Geoff again and glanced at the time, "Okay, Brian, we've run out
of time. But I want you to hear me, okay? Anytime you want to talk to me
you come over and we'll talk, just you and me. And if you need to vent like
that again, you know, fuck me like that again, you arrange it with
Geoff. Just you and I will know what happened, tonight. I will be your
punching bag so to speak if it helps you deal with whatever. You understand
me?"

He pulled his head up and looked at me, not quite in the eyes but close
enough, "You mean that, Mr C.? I was horrible to you. I didn't mean to be
like that. I just wanted toÉ well, you knowÉ"

"Fuck meÉ or fuck an older manÉ or just fuck somebody?" I
suggested. He nodded. "Brian, I know you are a good kid and I really like
you, that's why I am willing to let you use me to fuck that anger
away. Until you are willing to tell me what's happening, anyway."

"Thanks, Mr C. I would like to fuck you again. But hopefully, not like
thatÉ"

"We'll see what happens when it happens, stud. Now, I think Geoff has
arranged for another person to see me, so you'll have to be on your way."

He smiled shyly, gave me a big hug before pulling up his jeans and making
his way out of the trailer.

Geoff was with me instantly, "You okay, Dad? I was really worried when I
heard all that shouting. Did he hurt you? I won't book him ever
again. É"

"No, Geoff, you book Brian again. Only, do me a favour and make sure no
other client is booked the same night. And you make yourself scarce when
Brian comes over, can you do that?"

He looked quizzically at me, "If that's what you want, Dad, I can do that."

I pulled my little entrepreneur into my naked chest, "I love you,
GeoffÉ"

"I love you, Dad."

"So, who is next?"

"You sure, Dad? I can cancel."

"No, son, always best not to disappoint a customer unless it can't be
avoided. So whom have you sold me to now?"

Geoff brightened, "His name is Randy and he was sent to me, us, by
Jamaal. You remember, Jamaal?" I nodded. "I guess they are teammates or
something."

"Sounds good to me. He have any special requests?"

"Nothing special. He just wants to fuck youÉ"

"Of course," I interjected.

"É and he's paid for a full hour."

"So, we can take it slow, perhaps. That would be a good thing right
now. Glad to see you are giving me more time between clients. And, I'm glad
you understood sometimes my real work has to take priority over this
work. This is more fun but, still, have to put food in that belly of yours,
you know." I drove my knuckle into his clothed stomach hunting for his
belly button, one of his more ticklish spots. In seconds he was roaring
with laughter and squirming to get away from my grasp.

We heard a noise at the front of the trailer announcing the next client, I
quickly gave Geoff a hug and swatted his rear as he left to meet the
fellow. I love being a dad.

Randy was a tall broadly built, black man of about 18-19 years. His skin
was a lighter shade than Jamaal's. His shoulders almost touched both sides
of the doorframe as he entered and his head just missed the top. His smile
was bright and friendly. I liked him instantly.

"Hi there, well, well, just like Jamaal said," he declared.

"Oh, and what sort of review did Jamaal give me?"

"He said you were in good shape for an oldÉ I mean, older man and, if I
can add, not bad lookingÉ"

"Thank you, kind sir."

"Welcome. He also said you had the tightest hole he's plugged in a long
time."

"Well, considering Jamaal's size, I would guess any hole he plugged would
be tight."

Randy looked curious, "Big, is he?"

My turn to look puzzled, "You've never seen him?"

"Sure I've seen him in the showers but never hard."

"Oh, so you and he neverÉ"

Randy looked scandalized, "No, we neverÉ ever. We're both into bitches
not guys."

Now I was really puzzled, "But what about coming to see me? What's that?"

"He grinned, "Oh, we re just trying something, well, testing something, so
to speak."

"Testing? Okay, if that makes sense to you, I can live with that. So,
what's on the agenda for this meeting?"

Randy loosened his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. He wore a white
jockstrap that contrasted beautifully against his skin, "Jamaal said you're
a real good cocksucker. So let's start there."

I sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his jock. Soft he hung about 6". I
began licking and kissing his cock while he finished undressing. I glanced
up and saw a wonderful torso with tight abs, large pecs, and balanced
muscular development like you see in fitness magazines. I took a moment to
say, "Wow! And I do mean Wow!"

"Thanks, I work out regularly."

"It shows," I continued staring until a hand on my head redirected me to
the matter at hand, or at tongue, if you prefer. My oral effort was causing
Randy's cock to rise rapidly. And rise and rise. If I were at home I would
have grabbed a tape measure to compare to Jamaal's endowment. Here in my
neighbour's trailer, I could only ask, "How big does this thing get?"

He beamed with pride, "About 11" last time I measured it. That when I was
15, 3 years ago, so it may have grown since then."

I popped the head of that club in my mouth and started working my way down
the shaft. I had to struggle to get more that two-thirds of the way down
without choking. I tried several times using techniques Garrett showed me
when I first started in the `business'. I tried without success; I could
not get the entire thing in. "Sorry, Randy."

"It's okay. You got more in than any girl has. And you make me feel good
doing it, so keep doing what you're doing some more before we get to the
main event."

I moved him around using his hips as leverage and then pushed him back onto
the bed. Perhaps a different angle would allow me to deep throat
him. Another inch at most, I'm afraid. So rather than swallow, I moved on
to licking, kissing and nibbling up and down the shaft and on to his large
low hanging balls. When I lifted the balls and nibbled behind them, Randy
placed a large hand on my head and said, in a very serious voice, "You
ain't going there, dude. Not going to happen."

I looked in his eyes and said, "I know that, but have you ever been
rimmed?"

"Say what?"

"I didn't think so. Raise your legs for me. I want to show you
something. If you don't like it I'll give you an extra 20 minutes on the
house, deal?"

There was a noticeable pause before he muttered "Okay. But be careful."

With that reluctant permission, I dove down to his asshole. It smelled
fresh and tasted of soap. I kissed and licked around his hole, slowly
working my way in to the awaiting puckered rose. When I stuck my tongue
into his hole, Randy gasped and moaned in delight. Again a hand on my head
pulling me in encouraged me to continue.

"Fucking hell, man. That feels great. Nobody ever did that before. Do
bitches do this?"

I raised up long enough to say, "Some do. Once they are experienced and
comfortable with sex." I returned to my mission.

Some time later, Randy interrupted, "God, man, I love it but I got to get
home in time to do my homework and I need to pound your ass first."

I worked my way back to that enormous cock and slobbered all over it,
wetting it as much a possible with saliva. "What position you want me in?"
I asked.

Again a puzzled look, "What positions are there?"

I chuckled, "Well, me on all fours that's called doggy, me on my back
called missionary, me on my stomach calledÉ me on my stomach, I guess,
and me sitting on that pole called whatever." I ended lamely.

He pondered, "Let's start with you sitting on it."

I was glad he chose that way, as it would allow me to control the entry of
that huge cock. I positioned him on his back and then straddled his
waist. I applied more saliva with my hand and lined up his cock with my
hole, and slowly began to squat. Although longer than his friend's cock it
was not as thick so the first several inches caused no problem. Well, no
problem other than aggravating the pain of Brian's earlier assault. It was
the last couple of inches I had problem with. I had never had a cock that
poked at my deeper second sphincter and needed to go through it. Randy's
cock needed to go through to be all the way in me.

"God almighty, you got it all in!" he crowed and started to pull out
again. He withdrew almost to the head before slamming it back in. He picked
up speed as he went. Soon I was bouncing eight or nine inches up and
down. And down was all the way down. "Fucking hell, man, Jamal's
right. This is the best hole I ever punched!"

Fifteen or so minutes in that position and Randy pulled me up and literally
spun me around on that cock and put me on all fours. Like Jamaal, this
boy's football training gave him a lot of force in driving deep into
me. Randy stopped and I hoped he had finished but instead he spun me again
so that I fell onto my back on the bed and he resumed his attack on my ass.

`This horny fellow was getting his money's worth of my ass, perhaps I
should not have revved his engine with that rim job,' I thought to myself.

On my back, Randy's cock rubbed relentlessly across my prostate which was
revving my engine. Suddenly, without being touched, I erupted splattering
both of us with a very heavy load.

"Cool, dude. You didn't even touch it." Randy was impressed but Randy
wasn't finished. If anything my climax revved up that footballer's libido
even more. "Fucking hell, this is the best fuck I've ever had." Looking me
in the face, he declared, "I gotta get more of this."

And more of it he got. Glances at the bedside clock told me he got a full
twenty-five minutes more. Finally, just when I thought I would never walk
or sit ever again, I heard Geoff from the other end of the trailer, "Five
minutes left."

"Well, damn," was Randy's response followed by an increased tempo of
pounding on my ass. "Fuck it. Make me cum in your mouth, man." He withdrew
from my ass and shuffled up to my head where he plunged his pulsing cock
into my maw.

Sucking on the cock head, hands on cock shaft and balls I managed to bring
the stud to climax. Now I thought I would drown in cum as it shot in my
mouth and down my throat.

Randy fell back on his heels, panting. His body gleamed with a sheen of
sweat. Had I not been exhausted, I would gladly have licked that sweat off
him. He had other plans. After regaining his breath, he jumped off the bed
and began dressing.

When Geoff appeared in the doorway, Randy tousled his hair and said, "Worth
every penny, kid." As he left, he turned to me, "You are the one. Look
forward to next time." And he was gone.

Geoff climbed up next to me, "You okay, Dad? You look wiped."

I grabbed his head and pulled him into a kiss and then directed his head to
my chest, "Clean up all that cum, Geoff. Lick me clean, kid."

"Okay, Dad!" and he commenced a very thorough tongue bath as I lay there
trying to recover.

Two very different anal assaults in one night, hell, within three hours, I
felt battered and bruised and damaged beyond repair. `I will never have sex
again as long as I live,' I swore to myself.

At that instant, Geoff began cleaning my cock.

"Geoffrey Anthony Cooper," I snapped.

He looked up startled. I never called him by his full name unless he was in
serious trouble. "Daddy? What didÉ?"

"Sit on that cock now and fuck yourself silly until I cum again. É Now,
young man, now."

Geoff beamed at me as he struggled out of his pants. He expertly positioned
cock to hole and sat down forcefully, "Yes, sir, fucking myself on daddy
dick, sir!"

As my beautiful youngest son restored my faith in sex, I could not but
marvel at my Good Fortune.


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