Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2013 16:32:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Fortune part 12

Good Fortune part 12

From part 11

"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
tomorrowÉ?"

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.


Part 12

I parked around the corner so my wife would not see my car and trotted over
to Myshyniuks, up the side yard and around to the trailer.

Brian was waiting by the fire pit. He was dressed in his soccer kit Ð
white with blue accents, long white socks and white sneakers. He looked
very sexy and quite demoralized.

"Brian, I am sorry I'm late," I panted as I drew up to him.

His face brightened for a moment, "Hi. Mr. C. It's alright. I'm glad you
came. Geoff gave me this," he handed me the trailer key. His disheartened
look returned.

"You don't look so glad. What's up? Anything I can help with?" My fatherly
instincts emerged.

"I really need to fuck you tonight. And hard." He said apologetically and
looked at his sneakers.

"Well, then, that's what you'll do. Pound me really hard. Swear at me. What
ever you need, kiddo," I unlocked the trailer and ushered Brian in.

"You mean it, Mr C? I don'tÉ I don't want É to hurt you."

"I know that, Brian, that's why I will let you do it. You need to get some
anger out and I'm your punching bag. É to a degree. I told you that and
I mean it." I reassured him, "Now, how do you want me? Back, side, knees,
what?"

"Naked. On your back. Legs in air."

"Yes, sir!" I shed my clothes and threw myself onto the bed on my back
drawing my knees as close to my ears as possible.

Brian shucked just his shorts and jock strap, climbed onto the bed and
rammed his cock up my ass full force. I grunted at the suddenness of the
intrusion. "Shut the fuck up, you cheap two-bit whore! Take it and like it!
I'm going to show you what being fucked means!"

And he did. The young stud pounded me mercilessly. Fast. Long. Deep. The
kid really knew how to fuck. He doubled me over as he stood above me in
order to drive his cock down into my ass. And he gave me just what I needed
to forget that awful encounter with old-what's-his-name earlier in the
evening. He rammed my ass good, he swore and spat epithets at me full
force.

It did not take long for Brian to bring himself to climax. He suddenly
grunted while trying to drive even further into my battered ass. I felt the
heat of his load in my bowels.

But, apparently, we were not finished.

Brian pulled back until only the head of his cock remained in me. He then
ordered me onto my knees. With some contortions I managed to get up onto my
knees with Brian's cock still in me and the physical assault on my ass
resumed. Every time he pulled back some of his heavy load came with
him. Soon my ass, my thighs, my balls were covered with cooling cum.

In this new position Brian was able to slap my ass Ð hard. He developed
a rhythm: pull back, slap, plunge forward, slap. The kid was quite
coordinated. Brian shot a second time after about fifteen minutes but did
not stop his fucking.

I was pushed forward so I was lying on my stomach. Brian was not driving
with as much force now; his cock strokes were more controlled, less
frenzied. The name-calling ceased, the slaps were less frequent and less
intense. This fucking continued for some time. I got the sense cumming was
not the objective now and I settled myself for the long haul.

Who knows how long he would have continued we were not interrupted by the
opening of the trailer door, "Anyone here?" called Sam.

"Uh, Sam, we would like some privacy this time, please." I yelled.

"Oh, sorry, Gavin, sure thing. Just make sure you lock up when you leave
please." He closed the door on his way out.

Brian fell forward onto my back, "That was close. The police chiefÉ
well, that was close."  Apparently, Brian had not been let in on the
chief's little secret.

"Wow, Mr C., that was great," Brian whispered in my ear, "Thanks again for
letting me, you knowÉ"

"You are most welcome, Brian. And thank you. I really needed to have my ass
fucked tonight and you did a wonderful job."

"Bad day, Mr C.?" He extracted his cock from my ass.

"Yes, Brian, bad day." I flipped myself over and hugged the teen, "You too,
I assume." He nodded. "Want to talk about it?" He shook his head. "Okay,
fair enough. Anything else you want to do?"

He settled himself deeper into my hug and sighed, "No. Thanks."

We lay there for some time, my arms around him as he quietly sighed into my
chest. I comforted him as I would one of my own kids.

Finally, he roused himself saying, "I better go before Mom and Dad worry. I
told them there was a team meeting after practice butÉ anyway, gotta
go. Thanks again, Mr C." He pulled on his jock strap and shorts and
departed.

`Whatever is the matter with that kid?' I asked myself as I dressed. I
trotted back to my car amazed at how late it was.

Garrett was fixing a snack when I arrived, "How was your session with
Brian?"

"It was great. He reaffirmed the fun of being a whoreÉ"

"Dad, I've told you before: hustler, escort, sex-trade worker not
whoreÉ"

"Yah, yah, yah, semantic gymnastics. He washed the bad vibes of that
strange session out of my system and now I ready to peddle my ass far and
wide. How are you doing?"

"I'm good. I called Cameron and told him what happened with
He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named."

"AndÉ?"

Garrett frowned, "Cameron said he has never heard a complaint about
He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named before. He said when he used to trick with him
everything was smooth sailing. No explanation for what happened with us
tonight."

"We're special, I guess," I frowned back at my eldest. I moved in and
shoved my hand down his sweat pants and took hold of his cock.

"Dad!" he laughed, scandalized I would be so brazen in the kitchen.

"Garrett!" I responded in the same tone, "Just checking to ensure you
suffered no permanent damage from your encounter with
He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Feels good. Good night. Don't stay up too late."
I kissed him on the forehead like I did when the boys were little and gave
him another grope as I left.

The session with Brian was just what I needed. I was so relaxed after his
royal pounding of my ass I fell straight to sleep. Better than any sleeping
pill on the market.

I had intended to sleep in that Saturday but I was up early with energy to
burn so I went for a long jog. Hopeing, if I was lucky, for a short jog and
a sex session if the judge and his grandsons were at it. But, alas, no such
luck. I did pass a father and his teenage son biking through the park, but
since they were fully clothed and gave no sign either wanted to rape my
horny ass, I continued my jog.

Two and a half hours later, I plunked my sweaty self down next to my wife
and we shared a quiet breakfast. We discussed chores to be done, bills to
pay and other household matters, before she took off for a day at her
mother's.

I was tempted to jump on one of my sons but Greg was home and it wouldn't
do to have him discover his old man fucking one, or both, of his
brothers. More's the pity.

I decided to tackle some of those chores discussed and was weeding the
front flowerbed when a tap on the ass startled me. Steve smiled at me, "You
got time for a fuck, Mr C.?" He rubbed my ass crack as he spoke.

"Steve, my boy, for you I will make the time. Where?"

He pointed to the side yard, "There. Behind the bushes."

I looked around but could see no one out and about so I acquiesced. Steve
ran to the spot and had dropped his shorts before I got there. He grabbed
my shorts and jock and yanked them to my ankles. I dropped to all fours and
was skewered on Steve's teenage cock before I knew it. Steve was always an
energetic fucker and he drove into me with purpose. "God, I've missed your
ass, Mr C."

"Thanks, Steve.  I've missed your cock."

"Good to hear. I'll be back later today to do you again. Maybe you and
Geoff can join dad and me at our place. Mom's out prepping for that church
charity thing tomorrow."

This fuck lasted no more than ten minutes. Steve was redressed and off
before I got off my knees. I chuckled to myself and returned to the
weeding.

Greg brought out some lemonade an hour or so later and flopped down on the
grass next to where I was working. He did not offer to help even with my
broadest hints. Instead we chatted of the upcoming school year and his
plans as I worked.

I had moved on to the back flowerbeds when Geoff found me. He gently kicked
my ass. "Come on, Dad, Steve's waiting for us."

"Yes, sir. Coming, sir."

"Not yet but you will," Geoff chuckled at his own pun and darted off toward
the Myshyniuk's.

He let himself in without knocking so I assumed he had been given
permission to enter the house at will. I hesitated for a moment and decided
to follow his example. Inside the front door I spotted Geoff's discarded
t-shirt, and then his shorts halfway up the staircase. I followed to trial
of clothes to the Myshyniuk's master bedroom. The door was wide open and
spread on display was the nude police chief, one wrist and one ankle
handcuffed to the head and footboards respectively.

I greeted him. Sam mumbled something inaudible through the jock strap in
his mouth. Our naked sons knelt on either side of him; Geoff's cock already
working away on his ass.

"Good, you're here, Mr C., but your still dressed. As you see naked is the
uniform of the day," Steve said, "soÉ"

"Ay, ay, sir," I responded as I dropped my clothes.

"Now, suck dad's cock while I fuck you," Steve ordered. He removed the gag
from his father's mouth and had me replace it with my cock.

Our young studs fucked us for a while and then a timer went off. I looked
up confused. The boys switched places and continued their fun. A short time
later the timer rang again and the boys switched again. Ah, a variation on
their game. A way to prolong the process.

Sam and I were not afforded the opportunity to not suck each other and
after the tenth switch, I complained my jaw was sore.

Geoff, my current fucker, responded, "Oh, sorry, Dad." He rolled me off
Sam's cock and rammed his cock in its place. Steve did the same to his
father. "First one off wins!"

The boys' ass-smeared cocks fucked with energy. Sam and I played with their
balls and asses as a way of helping with this race.

Steve yelled in triumph as he unloaded his delayed load into his
father. Geoff moaned in disappointment at losing just before he shot off in
my mouth. The boys made us kiss and exchange the cum in our mouths.

"So, Sam, what's with handcuffs?" I asked when we finally had a moment to
breath as the boys regained their erections.

"Well, Steve handcuffed me as a joke one day before fucking me. And I
realized I liked being restrained while the kids fuck me. So they have been
doing the bondage thing since then."

Geoff piped in, "Wanta try, Dad? Do ya?"

"What would you do if I said `no', buddy?" I asked.

Geoff pondered momentarily, before responding, "We'd do it anyway!" Steve
produced a couple of neckties with which they secured a wrist and an ankle
to the bed.

Sam and I were pushed back into the 69 position and our offspring resumed
their assaults on our asses. Twelve more timed switches followed. And I am
certain even more would have followed those had Sam not reminded the boys
Mrs Myshyniuk was due home shortly.

The boys gave exclamations of frustration before racing to see who could
cum first. Apparently, Sam and I were not part of the cumming process of
this game. We were still hard when untied.

"So, Dad, did you like being tied up? Can we do it again?"

I disappointed both teens by answering, "It was okay. I don't think it
turns me on as much as it does Mr Myshyniuk."

I had just enough time to finish the weeding and to prepare the barbeque
for the family al fresco meal before my wife returned bearing her mother's
baking. My mother-in-law is a great baker and is convinced the boys don't
eat enough.

We had a great family meal which included both Garrett's and Greg's
girlfriends as well as a couple of Greg's co-workers. The evening was very
enjoyable and there wasn't even a bare cock in sight. What good fortune I
have.


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