Date: Sat, 6 Apr 2013 14:56:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Fortune part 11

Good Fortune part 11

From part 10

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 call him by his full name unless he was in
serious trouble. "Daddy? What did...?"

"Sit on that cock now and fuck yourself silly until I cum again. ... 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.


Part 11

Geoff was still joyfully bouncing on my cock when my cell phone rang. He
reached over and handed it to me. It wasn't my wife. "Hello?"

"Gavin, this is Cameron," My heart and cock leapt a little. "I wanted to
know if you are available tomorrow night for a couple of hours. We lined up
a gig for you. Well, for you and Gar."

"I can't speak for Garrett but as far as I know I am free but how could
anyone have picked me? I haven't had my photos taken yet."

"I have already confirmed with Gar. This is a long-term client. Really into
incest. When he phoned today Sean mentioned we now have a real father/son
combo. To quote Sean `he probably blew a wad right then.' He always hires
any two guys who look similar enough they might be brothers. I have done
the scene with a couple of other guys just because we're both blond. He
wanted the two of you asap. Offered to pay triple."

"Cameron, Gar and I look nothing alike. We have family friends who joke
about the mailman."  Cameron chuckled, "No, kidding. Sean reassured the
client you are really father and son and that is good enough for this
client. He knows we wouldn't risk losing his business. In fact, chances are
you and Gar have a standing gig for the next fifty, sixty years."

"I should live that long," I thought of the evening's events.

"Don't worry, I doubt the client will. Anyway, if you say `yes' I will book
the session. After 7 works best for Gar, what about you?"

I tried to remember my schedule, I asked Geoff if he knew of anything
happening in the family tomorrow evening. Geoff, the snoop, makes it his
business to know everything going on in the household. After a moment's
thought he shook his head. "Anytime after 7 works for me, Cameron."

"Who was that?"

"Geoff, our walking talking family scheduler." I replied. Geoff giggled.

"Okay, if you say so. I will email you the details. Or should I send it to
Geoff?" He hung up, laughing at his own joke.

"Oh, your first real client, Dad?"

"Your clients are real, too, Geoff." He nodded agreement but then noted his
don't pay as much.

Our further conversation, inconsequential despite our current activity, was
interrupted when we heard the trailer door open. We stopped mid-stroke.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"Oh, you're still here," answered Sam, "Just came by to make sure Geoff
locked everything up." By the time he finished his reply, he was standing
in the doorway watching us. "Oh, so my little fuck stud takes cock too,
does he?"

"Only from my dad and brother, Mr M." Geoff smirked, "Only from them."

Sam reached over to give Geoff a hug and to play with his cock, "Glad to
hear that, stud, I want this cock of yours in me frequently."

"Speaking of which, as a taxpayer should I be concerned you seem to be home
often getting your ass plowed during the day?" This I said as I plowed one
of the plowers.

"I will submit an overtime report to show I'm entitled to some R&R. But
just for that..." He slipped off his sweatpants, climbed onto the bed and
sat his tight, hard ass over my mouth. I took the hint and rimmed him with
enthusiasm.

Geoff increased his joyful bouncing so I assumed Sam was stimulating him in
some fashion. I reached around Sam's muscular thighs to grab his cock;
Geoff was already working on it so I took hold of the chief's ample balls,
rolling them, tugging them, squeezing them. Geoff squealed and tightened
his asshole as he blew his load. Sam tightened his asshole as he followed
suit. Who was I to buck a trend? My load coated Geoff's ass walls moments
later.

We disentangled ourselves from one another and lay together on the bed,
naked and in the glow of great orgasms.

I glanced at the clock and realized why Sam had come to check the
trailer. It was much later than I thought. "Okay, Geoff, we gotta go `cause
your mother will be worried. By the way, what project were we working on?"

Geoff looked puzzled at my question until he remembered the excuse he gave
his mother, "Oh, damn, I forgot. I... I, uh..."

"How about you were studying the habits of nocturnal hunters Ð owls,
bats and such?" Sam suggested.

"Perfect! Thanks, Sam," I gave his cock head a kiss in gratitude.

"Thanks, Mr M., how about an extra fuck tomorrow as thanks?" the ever
gracious Geoff offered.

At home I was able to slip into the shower before my wife smelled the sex
on me. She asked few questions about the project, fortunately, and I fell
straight to sleep.

The next morning I told her I would be meeting late so she shouldn't wait
supper for me.  I was very buoyed as I drove to work. I was going to have
my very first profession gig as an escort Ð a male prostitute, a
hustler, a whore Ð and I felt great about it.

The workday started out routinely: boring round of meetings, briefs,
reviews and the like. I went through the morning with a perpetual hard on
anticipating the night's sex session with my son and some total stranger. I
kept wondering who it might be and how he would want Garrett and me to
interact.

Images of the two of us, and the three of us, in various obscene positions
and activities filled my head when I remembered my luncheon with the
agency's other legal beagle, my new counterpart. I rushed to the restaurant
arriving almost ten minutes late.

Sean saw me arrive and rose to attract my attention. I greeted Sean who
then turned to introduce the other lawyer.  As I suspected, we knew each
other.

Saul Robson and I had served on a couple of Law Society committees over the
years. He was a very distinguished, patrician man with great social
standing whose ambition was to be a judge someday; therefore, I was floored
at him doing legal work for Sean's agency. We greeted each other cordially
and let Sean know we knew each other professionally. The conversation over
lunch was strictly business, what the agency's legal affairs consisted of,
and how Saul and I could divide the agency's legal affairs between us.

We were wrapping up and I knew I had to ask, "Saul, I confess I am
surprised you taking on this type of risky client. No offence, Sean."

Saul looked at Sean, "You didn't tell him?"

Sean shook his head, "I only told him what I told you about Gavin. You
agreed to do legal work for me. Anything else is up to you guys to share as
far as I am concerned."

The tension became palpable. An uncomfortable couple of minutes passed, and
I took the bull by the horns, "Okay, I'll tell. My eldest son has worked
for Sean for about 6 months," I could see Saul's shoulders relax a bit,
"and I signed on to work for Sean last week. Work as an escort not just
legal counsel."

Saul's eyes opened wide. His face flushed with colour, and wrinkled with a
smile, "You're kidding. You're working as an escort?" I nodded. "My God, a
distinguished attorney like you working as an escort," he whispered as to
not be over heard, "What are you thinking? This could ruin you
professionally and socially."

I was taken aback by this response by the agency's lawyer and I turned to
Sean for an answer. Sean merely smiled a sly smile.

After a pause, Saul continued in his whisper, "'Cause I thought I was the
only one crazy enough to do this." He broke out in laughter.

I shook my head in disbelief. Sean added, "Saul has been one of my boys
for, what Saul? Twenty years at least."

"It is how I paid for law school. I was recruited during my undergrad years
and continued ever since. It's a great job for a law student. Good money,
schedule around classes, and you get off regularly without the hassle of
dating."

I chuckled, "Now you tell me!" Saul and Sean both laughed at that. "How
have you kept it secret from Miriam all these years, or have you?"

Saul sucked in air through his teeth, "It has not been easy. Let me tell
you. How about you and your family?"

"Well, as I said my oldest is in the business. My youngest pimps for his
brother and me. And my wife and middle son don't know and I think I don't
want them to know."

"Your youngest pimps? There is a story there."

I recounted an abreviated version of how Geoff discovered Garrett's
business and worked his way in for a cut of side business and how I
discovered what was happening and allowed myself to be sold by my
son. Somehow it didn't sound ridiculous saying it to these two men. And,
they both accepted it as if it were the most normal thing to have
happened. I felt safe and accepted.

Saul then surprised us by saying, "I envy you. I really wish I could get my
sons involved. I would love to do tricks with them."

Sean saw a business opportunity, "Would you like me to see if I could get
Cameron or Liam to recruit one or all of them?"

Saul did not say `no' but nor did he say `yes'. He pondered awhile before
telling Sean, "Let me think about that." He turned to me, "You done any
tricks yet, for Sean, I mean."

"Tonight will be my first professional session. An incest scene with
Garrett."

Saul looked at Sean, "Is that with ... you know who?" Sean nodded.

I had to ask, "You've done it with this client?"

Saul replied, "You bet. I forget the guy Sean had play my son, Charles,
Chuck, something like that. We did it together four times I think before
the kid left the agency."

"Actually, he was arrested on several theft charges. Not from clients,
thank god, but from patients in the hospital where he was a nurse. ... Real
pity, he was popular. Charlie sends me Christmas cards every year." Sean
let out a deep sigh. "Anyway, any other business we have to conduct or
shall I settle the bill?"

"Just one thing," I said, "Saul, any advice about this client tonight?"

Sean interjected, "Cameron's email will include that information."

Saul added, "He's a nice fellow. Really likes to hear `son' and `dad'
thrown around. The sex is fairly straightforward, if you'll forgive the
term. Vanilla. An easy gig, really."

"Thanks, Saul. Thanks, Sean. This was a great meeting, very
productive. ...Oh, by the way, Saul, do you have the agency on your firm's
books?"

"Just under my personal corporation not under the big firm. I do the work
on my own time so no conflict of interest, there."

"That is what I have been thinking. Thanks. So, gentlemen, have a good
day. We'll be seeing you soon, I hope." I took my leave with an extra
spring in my step. It was liberating to hear that my colleague had
successfully kept his sideline from public knowledge and from his family
for years. I would arrange a time when he and I could discuss how he did it
in detail. And, perhaps, about his sons and why he would want them involved
in the family business.

Back in the office, I checked my personal email and saw Cameron's message
about tonight's session. The email read: Gavin and Gar, the address of the
session is [here followed an address about 10 blocks from my office on the
river with instructions on how to get in the building]. The client will use
the name Trent Willis, if you recognize him do not use his real name nor
give any indication you do recognize him. He has arranged for an hour. If
he wants more time remember to let us know asap afterwards Ð he is good
for it. Gar, you will of course use Will. Gavin, you need to pick a nom de
sex. Normally in these emails about this client I put in remember you are
father and son and act appropriately but I think I can skip that for once,
I hope. Anyway, just follow the client's directions and everything will go
smoothly. This client is reasonably easy to please, just keep in mind the
father/son thing Ð use `dad' and `son' a lot when talking to each other
that will do the trick Ð so to speak.

`Okay, if I can just remember that Garrett is my son I should be fine,' I
laughed to myself.

The afternoon seemed to drag as I fought to focus on my work and not on my
trick and on the idea of Saul turning tricks for so many years and keeping
it secret while doing so. I wondered if Saul and I would ever turns tricks
together, and if his sons would ever join the business, because, if I
remember correctly, they were cute boys with dark curly hair.

Garrett joined me shortly after 6 pm. We speculated about what would happen
and about who this mysterious client might be. At half past, we walked to
the address which turned out to be an upscale condominium
complex. Following Cameron's instructions we gained access to the building
and to the top floor. The condo we entered was sumptuously appointed and
had magnificent views of the city.

A man about 45-50 greeted us with, "So you're father and son, are you?
Great let's get to business." Garrett and I stood quietly awaiting
instructions. "Strip. You keep your tie and you keep you socks."

Garrett stripped to his white cotton athletic socks and I removed
everything except my tie. Both of us were already hard in anticipation.

Our host muttered, "Oh, you're hard. Too bad. ... Anyway, you suck your
father's cock." Garrett dropped to his knees and went to work. Within five
minutes, we heard, "Okay, enough. Now, you, you suck your son's cock." I
bent over and began to work on my son's lovely cock. Within five minutes,
"Okay. 69 on the floor, guys."

As Cameron's email had instructed us, we followed the directions without
question. It was wonderful to be sharing sex with my son and it was
titillating to be observed in incestuous acts by this stranger.

This time we got to spend about seven minutes enjoying the activity, and
then, "Okay enough. You on all fours. You fuck your son."

We assumed position, Garrett on his hands and knees, me poised at his
asshole but before I could begin, our host took control again, "Okay, you
will insert just the head of your cock into your son's ass." I did so. A
couple of minutes passed, then, "Okay pushed forward one inch." I did so.
This pattern continued until I was finally fully in Garrett's ass. His eyes
met mine and we silently asked each other, `What the fuck?'

I was now instructed to pull out until just the head was in my son's
ass. Two minutes or so in that position followed by, "Now all the way
in. Up to your balls." We endured this slow, slow fuck for about fifteen
minutes and then, "Okay. Switch. You on your back and you fuck you father."

The same minute, detailed instructions followed for Garrett. A very slow
motion fuck, with pauses between each step. It was maddening. It was
difficult to maintain our arousal. Fifteen minutes of painstakingly slow
fucking steps. I had to concentrate on how great it felt to have my son's
cock up my ass. I also concentrated on squeezing my ass muscles to help
Garrett maintain his erection.

All of this took an excruciating fifty minutes, at the end of which we were
instructed to stand up in front of our host. He sat in the same chair he
had been in when we arrived, now holding my briefs and Garrett's jock
strap, one in each hand.

We were told to jack each other off, me onto the jock strap and Garrett
onto the briefs. The odd quality of this session made it difficult for us
to cum quickly Ð which may have been the idea. Eventually, we were each
able to bring the other to climax shooting our loads over the other's
underwear.

For the first time the client touched us. Sort of. Using the dry sections
of the cum-soaked underwear, he grabbed our cocks and milked any remaining
cum onto the garments.

He stood, said, "Thank you, gentlemen. You can show yourselves out. Good
night." He turned and left the room with our underwear.

Garrett and I dressed in our remaining clothing and let ourselves
out. Waiting for the elevator we did not speak. On the ride down we did not
speak. Once outside, I grabbed Garrett's shoulder and asked, "What the hell
was that?" He shrugged. "Is that what a professional whoring experience is
like? `Cause if it is I will stick to Geoff's clients. With them I have
fun! I never thought I would be bored having sex with my son!"

Poor Gar could but shrug again, "That was the weirdest thing I have ever
done with, and for, a client."

"And just exactly who is that client? We were not to acknowledge him if we
recognized him. Me, I have no idea who is supposed to be. Do you?"

"I believe he is the anchor of that `news' program on Channel 9."

"Isn't that that right wing nutcase of a program? Denies climate change,
and the moon landing, and practically everything else scientific that's
happened over the last three hundred years?"

Garrett nodded, he knew better than to get involved in a discussion with me
on that topic, especially in the mood I was in.

We walked in silence back to my office where I remembered to turn my phone
back on. There were a couple of messages, one from Geoff. I returned his
call.

"Oh, hi, Dad. How did things go?"

"Well, son, let's just say it was an experience. What's up?"

"Brian called and asked if he could see you tonight. I told him you were
busy until at least 8:30. So I can call him and let him know maybe
tomorrow...?"

I stopped in my tracks, "Do you still have the keys to the trailer?" When
assured he did, I continued, "Okay, I will meet Brian at the trailer in 45
minutes if that works for him. Let me know."

"You're actually going to see Brian tonight? Especially after last
time. Geoff told me about the yelling and stuff."

"Garrett, after what just happened, I really need to see someone else and
have my ass used like it's meant to be used. And Brian can do that for
me. Besides I told the kid I would be there for him if he needed me. Can't
disappoint."

Garrett gave me a quick hug and a not-so-chaste kiss on the lips right
there on the street, "That's one of the things I love about you, Dad. You
always keep your word."

Without caring who saw, I enveloped my eldest son in a bear hug followed by
a not-so-fatherly kiss on his lips, "I love you, kiddo, I'm really so proud
of you Ð the man you are. You are a great kid. Thank you.  And I love
that you got me involved in all this." He gave me another close hug.

A police car slowed as it passed. We waved gaily at the two officers. We
parted and made for our respective cars.

On my way to my neighbour's trailer and my rendezvous with my angry fuck
stud, I once again revelled in my good fortune.


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