Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 19:17:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Fortune Part 17

Good Fortune Part 17

From Part 16

"How's that?" he smiled up at me.

"That, young sir, was great. Thanks, son." I pulled him to his feet and
enveloped him in a bear hug. "I love you, Geoff, just in case you didn't
know that."

He tightened his hug and said, "I do know that and I love you too, Dad."

I slept very well and throughout the following workday I was able to
concentrate on work and didn't have a single sexual encounter.

On my way home I remembered that the next day I was scheduled to meet
Richard and Ryan for the mysterious `date' they had arranged through the
agency. Instant hard on.

Part 17

At the appointed time I told Betsy I was leaving for the day and made my
way down to the alley behind my office building as arranged. I felt a
little strange hanging around the loading dock in my suit but that is what
the client wanted. Soon a very large older black car turned into the alley
and stopped in front of me. The driver cranked down the window and greeted
me. It was Richard and he beamed as I admired the car.

"It's a 1941 Cadillac Fleetwood 60 Special. Ryan and I restored it
ourselves."

"Very nice," I said, "It looks great." The car seemed to stretch for
miles. It appeared wider than modern cars and was a stunning piece of
engineering.

"Wait `til you ride in it," Ryan spoke up from the rear seat. From my
vantage point I could see he was dressed in a long t-shirt and, I assumed,
shorts, in contrast to the suit jacket, shirt and tie I could see on his
father.

The rear of the car was huge, apparently designed as a limousine with space
for jump seats. Ryan opened the door but stopped me before I could climb
in. "No pants or underwear in this car," he declared, "Drop `em."

I was startled by this request to strip in a public space. Richard echoed
Ryan's request and pulled up his suit jacket to show that he sported no
clothing below the waist, "He's the birthday boy, and your client,
today. This is his birthday present. We do what he says."

I glanced up and down the alley and ducked behind the open car door for at
least partial shelter and proceeded to drop pants and underwear, my head
swivelling constantly to ensure no one saw.

Again I was stopped from entering the car. Ryan reached under my suit coat
and shirt and fondled my cock and balls until I achieved a full
erection. "Looks good," declared my young client, "Now you can get in." He
shuffled over to give me entrance. I ducked in as quickly as
possible. That's when I spotted the third person in the car.

Ryan introduced him as Aaron, a school classmate, who would be joining in
on the fun today. Richard assured me Sean had been informed and had charged
accordingly.

"So what are the plans for today?" I asked.

Ryan gave a cheeky grin and responded, "Well, you and Dad are going to
fulfil a fantasy for me."

"Ah, that being?"

"Dad is going to drive out onto Highway 16 and head out to Edson and then
drive back," Ryan explained. Edson being a town about two hours drive from
the city. "While he is driving, you're going to be sitting on my cock or
Aaron's. Your job is to make us cum as many times as possible with just
your ass."

"InterestingÉ" I couldn't think of another way of describing the
scenario, "And your dad?" I asked knowing there had to be more to this than
me getting fucked.

Ryan picked up a small remote from the seat and pressed a button.
Immediately Richard gave a little jump and a soft buzzing came from the
front seat. "Oh, Dad, has a big vibrator up his ass and that vibrator is
controlled by us. We can make it go faster, slower, and it has a couple of
pulse settings that apparently play havoc with his prostate. Right, Dad?"

"That's right, son."

"Dad's job, and yours, is to not cum at all until we made it home. If you
mange to hold off, you both get to cover my face with cum after I give you
blowjobs." He pulled up his t-shirt revealing his lovely hard on. He moved
to the middle of the seat, "Climb on board and let's get started."

I smiled at him and impaled myself on his cock, "Happy birthday, Ryan. And
many happy cum shots."

Richard started the car and off we drove. The first ten twelve minutes was
through the downtown area with Richard driving up and down random
streets. Ryan made every effort to lift me higher whenever we passed
pedestrians. The car's old fashion design meant only those closest to the
curb would be able to see me bouncing on teen-age cock but it was a tad
embarrassing nonetheless.

When we reached the freeway, and later the highway, Richard was instructed
to drive next to any SUVs travelling in the same direction. Again because
of the car's design modern cars were too low and transport trucks too high
to give a view inside the vehicle so SUVs were the most likely to spot the
show. An added bonus of the classic automobile was that people, men
particularly, were drawn to stare at us as we travelled along.

The first few SUVs failed to pay much attention to our antics even when
Ryan raised his hips up forcing me above the window edge.

Then we hit pay dirt, a green pickup truck drew even and Richard kept
pace. At first, nothing. Then the young guy, about twenty, in the backseat
glanced over. A look of disbelief flashed across his face, followed by a
huge grin. He laughed and said something while pointing at us. The older
fellow in the front passenger seat looked over while the second young guy
in the back leaned over his friend and stared. The driver tried to look too
causing his truck to swerve toward us. The others yelled at him and he
refocused.

At Ryan's instruction, I leaned over and cranked down the window. "Are you
fucking him, man?" asked the first young man.

Ryan replied, "Sure am." He told me to lean up onto the back of the front
seat. In this position, half crouching, knees bent, ass point backward,
Ryan's cock obviously pointing my ass, my fucking was on display for the
men to see.

"That's hot, man. Fuck him harder!" Ryan obliged, pulling all the way out
before ramming back in. "Damn."

Ryan leaned closer to the window, "He's our dad," he lied.

The young guys whooped and hit the older men on their shoulders. We could
hear `fucking their dad', `hear that, dad', and `there's an idea for
tonight, Uncle Jonathan'. The four laughed before the first young guy
mooned us. After five minutes of show, their vehicle picked up speed.

The three of us also laughed. Ryan picked up his pace and blew his first
load up my ass, exclaiming, "That was fucking hot," as he did so. "Load
one! Your turn, Aaron." I transferred my ass from one young cock to the
other.  "Find another truck, Dad. I really got off on fucking Gavin as
those guys watched."

Richard spotted another possibility and manoeuvred to meet it. We thought
it might be a bust as the passenger was an older woman. She surprised us by
giving us the thumbs up when she saw what was happening. We continued
giving our performance for her, parting ways only after she pulled out a
camera and took some pictures. She yelled a thanks as we moved off.

Our next audience was an oilrig company crew-cab truck with six burly men
crammed inside. At first they noticed only the car but then their faces
changed as they spotted our backseat action. A yell of `fucking fags' was
followed by laughter and some obscene gestures, but they did not move away,
keeping pace with us for about five minutes.

Before they moved off, Aaron grunted, signalling a second load up my
ass. Once again I switched cocks.

We managed to find Ryan two more audiences over the next half hour and he
unloaded, [uploaded?], cum in my ass each time.

I was bouncing on Aaron's cock when Richard pulled next to our next target
and positioned us before all three of us noted this was not a good idea.

It was Ryan who first vocalized the concern, "SHIT, they're cops!" Richard
applied brakes to slow us down and move us out of their sight but it was
too late.

The unmarked cop car slowed down to match us, and the officer in the
passenger seat gestured for us to pull over. Richard and I, with far more
to lose than Ryan and Aaron, started to panic. I wanted to get off Aaron's
cock and pull on my pants but Ryan wouldn't let me. He was really getting
off on this.

On the side of the road, one cop approached Richard's window cautiously,
while the other, younger cop, approached the passenger rear side window.

Licence and registration," the older demanded of Richard while the other
demanded identification of Ryan, Aaron and me.

It was a bit awkward leaning over to retrieve my wallet while still impaled
on Aaron's cock, which despite the situation had lost none of its
hardness. As I leaned away from the officer I was sure he caught at least a
glimpse of cock in ass.

Studying our identification, the younger cop informed his partner both boys
were over eighteen and handed the identification to the older cop who was
examining Richard's. "Hey, these two are related. Father and son I'd
guess. Right?" Richard nodded. "Kinky family. So what's the deal?"

Ryan responded, "Well, as a birthday present my dad agreed to fulfil a
fantasy of me fucking one of his friends with one of my friends."
Fortunately he didn't mention I was a hired whore, hustler, doing this for
money.

"And while you're fucking your father's friend you thought it a good idea
to show off to passers-by, is that it?" Ryan sheepishly acknowledged
this. "And right now, you have your cock up this fellow's ass, correct?"
Aaron nodded.

The older cop ordered, "Right, you bunch of perverts are going to follow
us. Stay dressed as you are. No tricky business. I'll keep your licences
and this old beauty isn't likely to outrun our squad car. Follow close."

The two officers returned to their vehicle and took off. We did as ordered
and followed them. Aaron finally let me get off his lap. All four of us
pondered what would happen and what kind of charges we would face. Richard
and I very much aware of the professional and personal ruin that could
follow.

We followed the cop car for a couple of kilometres until, at last, they
pulled off the highway onto a gravel road. A short distance in they
indicated we should pull into a dirt road leading with a wooded area to one
side. A fag bashing to follow?

Immediately on stopping, both officers were out of the car and took
positions either side. "Okay, perverts, out of the car and line up in
front, facing out."

We did as told and formed a line in front of the Cadillac. The older
officer strode down our line flicking up our garments to reveal our cocks;
now all quite soft. The sight of the billy club caused me to soften
further. I had seen what one of those could do to the human body.

"Alright then, I want to see four hard cocks and I want to see them now!"

We all started, surprised by such a command.

The younger cop, laughed at our surprise, "Okay, guys, here's the story. My
partner here has a thing for incest scenes and is really turned on by what
we found. He wants to have sex with you two," indicating Richard and Ryan,
"the three of us get to watch while you two take turns blowing me."

"And then?" I ventured.

"Once old horney here is satisfied you go on your way."

The older cop was stripping off his uniform during this explanation. Once
buck-naked he ordered Richard to suck him while Ryan fucked him.  Father
and son got immediately into position and began their civic duty.

`Our' officer loosed his cock from his pants, "Alright, counsellor, start
sucking." I looked astounded he had used my `title'. "You don't remember
me, do you?" I shook my head. "I'm not surprised. We met a couple of years
ago at a trial where I gave testimony about the recovery of some evidence."
He shoved me onto his cock while he continued, "Your junior asked me a
couple of cursory questions and I was dismissed. When I got off duty I came
back to watch the proceedings. I'm studying law at night and like to see
real attorneys in action when I can. You are very good." He paused, laughed
and said, "As a litigator and as a cock-sucker."

I laughed at that around his cock, pulled off to look at him, "Thank you,
officer, for both compliments" I returned to my duties.

Aaron, standing by watching the action about him, asked, "So, how did you
find out about your partner's thing for incest? Surely that isn't on his
resume?"

"Well, kid, you suck my balls and I'll tell you." Aaron got down in the
dirt with me and went to work.

"Last summer during that really long dry spell, McNeil there and I were
doing a night patrol on a secondary road when we spotted some firecrackers
going off. Because of the fire hazard, we went to investigate and stop
whoever it was. Well, we got to a farm property, not too far from here as a
matter of fact, pulled in, and located the family behind the house sitting
around a fire pit.

"Well, it turned out it was a family of nudists, a father and his three
teen sons. We talked to the father about the fire hazard of setting off
fireworks and he said they would stop. We were about to leave when one of
the sons asked McNeil if he would frisk him, the son.

The son said he always wanted to be frisked and this may be his only
opportunity. I think the boy asked because McNeil's interest. He couldn't
keep his eyes above their crotches. Anyway, McNeil gives the boy a very
professional pat down demonstration when the boy turns and asks to have his
front patted down too.

"Well, the kid is hard and McNeil is blushing twenty shades of red. One of
the brothers comes up to McNeil, takes his hand and puts it on the kid's
hard cock saying `Play with it. We know you want to.' Well, very quickly
father and all three sons are all over McNeil, taking his uniform pants
down and playing with his cock and ass. McNeil is as happy as a pig in
slop, forgive the pun. Me, I am just watching from the sidelines. I watch
as McNeil sucks and gets sucked and fucked by all the family
members. Believe me, it isn't the first time that family fucked around with
each other.

"Finally, I allowed the father to chow down on my cock just to get
off. Once all the family members have made use of McNeil's holes, he gets
dressed and we leave. That's when McNeil confesses he's always had this
fantasy for having sex with a family and he couldn't resist. It's not my
thing but, hey, who am I to criticize. I have my own vices. We were on the
way to that farm when we spotted you guys.

"Anyway, when he spotted those two family dudes he couldn't resist. So,
here we are." He finished his tale, and noted to Aaron and me, "and you two
are about to get me off so beware."

I think he expected me to pull off his cock and was amazed I swallowed his
very ample load.

"You are full of surprises, counsellor."

"I am, aren't I," I replied. I got up and brushed the dirt from my knees,
"So, what type of law do you want to practice, officerÉ?"

"Meadahl, Ttrevor Meadahl. I'm leaning toward tax law."

"Interesting. Not one of my personal areas of expertise, but if I can offer
any advice or help in general on the law let me know." I handed him a
business card, "There's a tax department in my firm that may be able to
help as well."

"That's nice of you. É Why? You don't know me from Adam."

I chuckled, "True, but I did just suck your cock and you said you weren't
going to arrest me and my companions so it is the least I can do."

"Ah, tit for tat so to speak. I can live with that. Thanks, and thanks for
the blowjob. You are quite good. From the ring I would have thought you are
married."

"I am but that doesn't mean I don't know my way around a cock. After all I
have had one all my life." Both the officer and Aaron laughed in
appreciation of my humour. "Only prudes say straight men can't enjoy other
men sexually and I have learned over the course of this summer, I ain't no
prude."

"This summer?" queried Aaron.

"Yes, this summer.  True, I experimented in college but it has been a very
eventful summer for me. I found the inner É uhÉ well, the inner
nymphomaniac within me. I like sex and I like lots of sex."

Trevor looked askance at me, "So, your offer to help me was just a come
on?"

Before I could answer, Richard spoke up behind me, "I don't know what Gavin
offered, but knowing him as I do, if he proffered something he meant it."

Trevor looked relieved, and said to his partner who was getting back into
his uniform, "Satisfied, McNeil? Can we get back to work?"

McNeil reassumed his `gruff-I'm-a-cop' persona, "Yeah, these two have
drained my balls real good. Let's go. Oh, and you guys be a little more
discrete in your public fucking, okay?"

We made that pledge and piled into the Cadillac, Richard pushing the
vibrator up his ass and me helping Ryan and Aaron to erections before
seating myself again.

We followed the officers' advice and didn't flash other vehicles quite as
obviously as before, although we also did not hide from those who noticed
and seemed to appreciate the show.

We reached Edson and pulled in for gas. Aaron pulled on his mini-brief
underwear and with his t-shirt covering most of those, he climbed out to
pump the gas. A married couple and their kids pulled up at the same time,
with wife and kids rushing for the washrooms as soon as they stopped. Hubby
started pumping gas before noticing Aaron and kept noticing.

Aaron walked closer to him and discretely raised his shirt, "Look in the
car for a further treat."

Hubby came closer and peered in to see Ryan fucking the bejessuz out of
me. Ryan was really turned on by the appreciative audience and leaned me
over the front seat again to allow maximum viewing. Hubby reached out and
stroked Ryan's bare ass.

The wife and kids came out of the store; hubby rearranged his cock in his
pants, thanked us and turned to greet his wife with a peck on the
cheek. Back to normal Ð poor fellow.

The return trip to the city was less exciting as far as viewers were
concerned as to action in car. The boys each managed to dump only two loads
in my ass, not for want of trying to fill me with more.

Richard pulled into the alley where I had been picked up. Ryan kept hold of
my pants until I was outside the car. We said our goodbyes. Then and only
then was I allowed to pull on underwear and suit pants.

I let myself into the building and made my way to my office. I wanted to
check emails and messages before heading home. It was after hours so
everyone was gone and all was quiet.

As I was absorbed in reading a complicated proposal from an opposing
counsel, I thought I caught a sound in the hallway. I listened
intently. Silence. I returned to my email. Another sound. `Cleaners,' I
thought.

Unexpectedly, my office door banged open. I jumped. And then saw who it was
and I jumped again. For a totally different reason.


This part of the story was inspired by an idea from reader Bill. Thanks,
Bill.  Feedback and story suggestions always welcome, write to me at
gustavrennick at yahoo dot com.

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