Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2013 18:23:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick (at) yahoo (dot) com> Subject: Good Fortune part 15 Good Fortune part 15 From Part 14 Still in position, I responded, "Glad I could help, kiddo." He then did something unexpected, he stuck a finger up my ass and pulled it out, cum covered. He looked at it for a moment then presented it to me. As I was expected, I sucked his goo covered finger clean. He repeated this procedure several times until his finger came out clean-ish. He looked from me to his finger a couple of times and said, "Neat. Thanks again, Mr C. You better go." I pulled up my pants and let myself out of the house. As I pulled into our driveway I caught a glimpse of the Verheyden's car pulling into their drive. `Nicely timed, Brian,' I said to myself. Part 15 When I got home, Richard and I arranged a meeting for Wednesday afternoon at four. I restrained myself from asking why he was going through the agency rather than just calling me directly. I figured I would find out when I needed to find out. My routine of boring meetings was interrupted with a scheduled conference with Boomer and Boxer. As this was a `legit' meeting regarding the case, Betsy sat in to take notes for the files; therefore, no clothes went flying, no cocks appeared, no asses were skewered, although the temptation was definitely there. My cock was hard throughout. We were joined partway though by Sterling Fitzpatrick, an articling student, who had done some research for me. Sterling was 21, the youngest and brightest in his class in law school, and the firm was lucky to have snagged him. He had been interviewing witnesses and potential character witnesses against the fellow pressing charges against Boxer. He had picked up a couple of tidbits of juicy information which cast an interesting light on our adversary. I praised Sterling for his outstanding efforts, dismissed Betsy to type up the notes, and when the room was cleared, I grabbed Boxer's crotch and planted a very passionate kiss on him. Boomer joined in by lowering my pants and rimming my ass as I molested his son. Boxer panted into my ear, "I lubed up my ass so you could extract a payment from me." He dropped his jeans and leaned over the conference table. "Fuck me hard, Mr C. I need cock up my ass real bad." Never one to disappoint a client, I rammed my cock up that gorgeous muscled ass. All the way up stopping only when my balls slapped his. Boomer crawled between our legs and licked our balls. "Oh, yeah, I need this. I need to be raped hard. Do it! I need cock, man. Give it to me." Boxer exclaimed. My third thrust up Boxer's ass occurred at exactly the same time the office door opened. I looked at the door and froze on the upstroke. Young Sterling came in hurriedly and he froze. He undoubtedly heard Boxer's exclamations but, even if he didn't, he was witness to me committing an offence for which I could be disbarred. Sterling spun around, closed and locked the door from the inside. By the time he reached our little orgy his suit pants were at his ankles. "Room for one more?" he asked rhetorically. The beautiful dark-haired Irishman was very hairy and his cock stuck proudly from his bush of pubic hair. Boomer glommed onto that 6 inches of meat and swallowed to the hilt burying his nose in Sterling's thick bush. Sterling grinned at me as he started pumping into Boomer's maw, "Gee, Mr Cooper, your client meetings always end this way? If so, can I be assigned to you permanently?" "No, Sterling, my client meetings don't always end this way. Boxer here and his dad have worked out a special `payment' plan." "Cool! It is so hot to see father and son doing it together. Who here are tops and who are bottoms?" Boxer glanced over his shoulder and replied, "You could say we're all versatile. How about you, hunk? You give or receive?" "I can be talked into anything, stud. You offering?" I looked at Boomer, caught his eye, and said, "Looks like the y'ung uns don't need us old farts, Boomer. Want to go for coffee?" All three laughed. Boxer squeezed his ass muscled even tighter around my cock and proclaimed, "You ain't going nowhere, old lawyer man, until I've made a full payment. And you, young lawyer man, scoot under me and shove that ass on my cock. Dad, you'll have to get under here too to keep sucking him." We rearranged ourselves according to Boxer's instructions -- client is always right, you know. Every time I thrust into Boxer Boxer's cock drove into Sterling and Sterling's cock pushed into Boomer's mouth. Sterling rearranged us a little by pulling Boomer into a 69 position under the table. I could not believe how smoothly young Sterling had joined in our fun or my good fortune he was not a prude bent on ruining my career. It didn't take long for the orgasms to begin. Mine was first, followed shortly by Sterling, then Boxer, and finally Boomer. We slowly untangled ourselves. Boxer and I both took a moment to fondle Mr Fitzgerald's softening cock which stiffened under the attention. I leaned over and suckled for a moment while playing with those hairy balls. We all dressed and I said my goodbyes at the door as I do with all clients, asking Betsy to book another meeting the following week. Back in the office, Sterling lingered against the table pawing at his crotch, his pants unzipped. Closing the door again I grabbed his crotch and pulled out his hard cock. I felt the velvety softness of his skin and the rock hardness underneath. I ran my hand from the head to the forest of hair, taking time to manipulate his balls while I was there. "Nice," he sighed, "It's been so long since a guy played with my cock." "Oh, do tell," I encouraged. He took a deep breath, look at me intently before replying, "This might jeopardize my position hereÉ" I interrupted, "Uh, I've got your cock in my hand and you just caught me fucking a client. Think about it." He laughed heartily, "Yeah, I guess I can risk it. My thesis advisor in law school gave me a great recommendation because I fucked him regularly. He made me sound as if I was the greatest legal mind since Thurgood Marshall. I'm sure that is why the firm took me on." "So old Stony likes cock, uh. Wish I knew that back when, I wouldn't have had to study as hard." "You knew Stony?" "Oh, yes, he started teaching a Torts class in my second year, I think it was. Brand new to teaching and boring as hell." Sterling's rich laugh echoes around the office, "He's been teaching for some time now and he is still boring. If he hadn't threatened to fail me unless I slept with him I don't think I would have survived." I pulled back a bit, "He forced you?" "No, he told me I was in danger of failing after the mid-term and when I said I would do anything necessary to pass he rather clumsily, but sweetly, made a pass at me. ÉEven though he's old he is still a bit of a looker, so I accepted the pass and weÉ well, I passed." "Well, I didn't think you were a virgin when you walked in here. A virgin to man-on-man sex, I mean." "Hell, no, my brother and I started fooling around when I was, what? É six, I guess." "I see, now comes the important question, young Mr FitzpatrickÉ" I began. "What's that, older Mr Cooper," he cheekily replied. "É how are we going to handle our officeÉ shall we say, interactions." He pondered and then offered, "Well, I suggest we handle them with discretion, and with frequency -- especially with Boxer and Boomer." He grinned broadly and added, "Both of us have too much to lose any other way, right?" I increased the speed with which I was stroking his cock and he moaned with pleasure. "I take it you are thinking along the same linesÉ ohhh! Yeah, I gonna to cum! I'm gonnaÉ Christ Almighty!" Rather than make a mess of my suit I quickly bent over and engulfed his entire cock just as he blew five or six thick, hot blasts down my throat. His last dribbles fell on my tongue. His cum tasted sweeter than most I had savoured from other men and teens. I continued to suckle the head of his lovely cock until he started to jump about and pull away, "Ooo, sensitive, sensitive." I gave him a quick nip with my teeth before releasing him from his torture. He fell back panting, sighing and moaning all at the same time. "I assume that felt good for you, Mr Fitzpatrick?" I joked. "Fuck, yeahÉ oh, I meanÉ" "Sterling, we've seen each other having sex. We've had sex. You can say `fuck'. In private." "Yes, sir. Thank you so much. This was the best meeting I've attended since I got here." "Thank you," he had his hand on the door knob when a thought occurred to me, "Sterling, are you open to satisfying an old man on a regular basis?" "You're not that oldÉ" "Careful, kid, you could lose your positionÉ" He grinned and nodded, "You were saying, young Mr Cooper, sir." "Better. I know an older man who loves being fucked by studs like you. You might even earn some money doing it. Boxer and Boomer are there often." "Sounds like fun. Sign me up." "Great. Once I know my schedule and his I will take you up there. Now, I am supposed to be at the partners' meeting. Thanks, Sterling." The partners' meeting was as boring as ever but I kept getting hardons thinking back to the morning's client meeting. I pondered how long I would be able to keep the case, or at least the payments, going -- 10, 15 years, maybe. I chuckled out loud at that speculation but, unfortunately, I chuckled during a senior partner's pontificating on some topic only he cared about. His withering glare killed my hardon. "Great point, Graham, make sure you write that one down for your next speech." I was rewarded with the first smile I had ever seen from the geriatric geezer. On the other hand my contemporaries gave me looks that questioned my sanity -- `I wonder what I praised him about?' I thought. I remembered to have Betsy book me off at 3:30 Wednesday so I could meet Richard and Ryan. Again I wondered what the pair had in mind -- so naturally I sprang another hardon in anticipation. I was about to call Sterling in for some relief when my cell rang. "Hi, Dad, am I interrupting?" "Not at all, son. What can I do for you?" Geoff paused, "What would you say to spending a whole night with Jamaal and Randy Friday night? Well, you and GarÉ" "A whole night? That sounds intriguing. And Garrett's agreed?" Geoff sounded elated, "That's great! Yes he did. Thanks, Dad! Oh, and Steve wants you to join him and his dad, oh, and me in the trailer tonight. After supper, okay?" "Let Steve and his dad, and oh you, know 7 is okay, sport." "Thanks, Dad. See you later." He rang off. And naturally I was hard again. A four-way with the police chief and our teen sons was just what I needed. Feedback is always welcome. Write me at gustavrennick at yahoo dot com Remember Nifty survives on the support of its loyal readers. Please donate what you can to keep this important resource available.