Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 16:15:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Fortune part 18

Good Fortune Part 18

From Part 17

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.

Part 18

There stood the firm's senior partner Christopher Feehan, semi-retired and
rarely in the office, and a young man I knew only as `the new mail boy'.

Once I recovered from my surprise I greeted them, "Good evening. You are in
late, aren't you?"

Feehan looked me up and down and then looked at the mail boy and asked,
"Are you absolutely sure?"

The young fellow also looked me up and down and replied,
"Absolutely. That's him."

My nervousness increased.

"So, Gavin, I just heard something disturbing from young Conner here, and
couldn't believe what I heard. So we have come down to confirm the report."

I really had no idea what `young Connor' could have reported because I
could recall no untoward incident when he was passing around with the
mail. "And what was that, Christopher?"

`Well, he was waiting in the back alley forÉ well, never mind what for,
when he saw, or says he saw, you. Go ahead, Connor, tell us what you saw."

Connor smirked at me and responded, "I was waiting for `that something'
when an older car pulled up and stopped next to the dumpster I was
behind. And out gets this old guy in a suit. But he didn't have any pants
on. He said something to the people in the car. Someone handed him his
pants and he put his pants on outside the car. Then he walked into this
building using an access card. I followed just to watch which floor the
elevator stopped on. Then I went outside again and waited. Once I got what
I was waiting for, I came up and told what I saw. And which floor the
elevator stopped on. `Cause I knew it was a floor the firm had."

"I had Connor describe the man he saw and it sounded very much like you,
Gavin, and since your office is on this floor, we came down to see if you
were actually here. And you are." He looked at me with a penetrating gaze
before continuing, "So, tell me why one of this firm's more important
partners is climbing out of a car in the back alley half-naked." He
stopped, obviously waiting for an answer. And he expected an answer that
made sense.

I didn't actually hem and haw but I may as well have. I could not, on the
spur of the moment, come up with a convincing, logical answer which would
sound plausible. I could see my career ending in a flash of scandal.

As I hesitated, Christopher watched me closely, and, from the twinkle in
his eye, it was apparent he was enjoying my discomfort. After what seemed
like hours, he answered his own question, "I believe, and it is only
speculation on my part mind you, that my important partner was off having
some nookie. Is my speculation correct, Gavin?"

"Nookie?" asked young Connor.

"A little sex in the afternoon, boy."

Ah, a convincing, logical explanation. "Yes, Christopher, a little nookie
in the afternoon," I said.

Christopher winked at me, then said, "I knew it was something like that."
He moved closer to me.

"But it was only guys in the carÉ" Connor declared.

I took a whiff, "Christopher, exactly what was Connor waiting for in the
alley? ... I suspect he was there to purchase illegal drugs. Marijuana, if
my nose doesn't fail me." I gave a penetrating stare of my own.

The old man actually blushed a little and backed away. Connor jumped in
before Christopher could defend himself, "Just a littleÉ"

"Connor, stop talking. Gavin, why would you jump to that conclusion?"

"Well, Christopher, you both reek of marijuana. I suspect you had a toke or
twelve before heading down here, correct?" Now the discomfort was on the
other foot and I was enjoying myself.

"You are trying to change the subject. You were seen exiting a car
half-nakedÉ"

"By someone present to make a drug deal. To supply the senior partner in
this firm with an illegal substance. And I suspect this young man is under
the age of 18, correct, Connor?" The lad nodded before Christopher could
stop him. "Therefore, the senior partner in this firm is guilty of
corrupting a minor. `Contributing to the delinquency of a minor' is what
the formal charge would read. And then, there is the matter of securing for
the purpose of distribution and trafficking an illegal substance because I
suspect young Connor here was paid for his efforts. Correct, Connor?"

Christopher stopped Connor from responding, "Now, Gavin, let's not get
carried away. We canÉ"

I was on a roll and was enjoying making Christopher squirm a little, "If
memory serves, you and the Attorney General had a few, well, more than a
few, court room tussles back in the day. And you won most of those. I'm
willing to bet she would love to have you before a judge facing charges
like these. What do you think? Imagine what she could do with these
charges."

I could tell Christopher was imagining. He gulped and then offered, "I'm
thinking Connor made a mistake in identifying the man he saw."

Connor hadn't grasped the intent of the grew-ups' talk, "I wasn't wrong,
grandpa, I sawÉ"

"You saw nothing and we are leaving. Have a good night, Gavin. This matter
is forgotten."

`Ah, grandpa, now it makes sense how Connor got a job in the mailroom. A
job for which he is seriously under qualified,' I thought to myself and
chuckled at what had just happened. `My senior partner smokes marijuana and
has his underage grandson purchase drugs for him. They then smoke the weed
together. Interesting. And, that fact saved me from having to make some
possibly embarrassing admissions revealing my other life. What Good
Fortune!'

Still chuckling, I gathered my things and made my way to my car and then
home.

A check of my cell revealed Geoff had made no `dates' for me so I was able
to relax in the company of my wife and two youngest sons. We ended up
playing Monopoly, Greg won, although sitting aggravated my battered and
bruised asshole. Ryan and Aaron had done a real number on my hole that
afternoon.

The following morning as I shaved, Geoff came into my bathroom, "Dad, do
you remember Jamaal and Randy?"

How could I forget those two football players who fucked me and gave me the
impression they were auditioning me for something. "Of course. What about
them?"

My little 13 year old entrepreneur smiled, and checked a text on his cell,
"They want to know if you are available for an overnight next Friday. Not
this Friday but next Friday. Are you? I already checked with Gar and he
is."

"Garrett? They want both of us? Did they visit Garrett, too?"

"Yeah, they've had both of you and they want both of you Friday night, next
Friday night and into Saturday morning. So, you available? Please say yes,"

I smiled into his shining eyes, "Okay, tell them `yes' and I will come up
with an excuse to tell your mother."

"Don't worry about that. Mom's going to stay with Aunt Mazie next weekend."

"How come you know that and I don't?"

Geoff laughed, "'Cause she asked me to go with her just now downstairs. I
told her I made plans with Mamet already."

"And do you have plans with Mamet?" Mamet was the classmate of Geoff's who
was `impersonating' Geoff at summer Science camp.

"Yeah, Science Camp ends next week and he's going to show me some of the
stuff he learned."

"Oh, it would be good to know if I got my money's worth sending Mamet to
that camp all summer. Now scoot so I can get ready."

He gave me a hug round the waist and headed out. "Oh, I forgot. Steve and
me want you at the trailer this morning."

""Steve and I' want youÉ" I trailed off. What was the point of a grammar
lesson with your thirteen year old son who about the fuck your
ass. "Whatever. When?"

He looked at his watch and announced, "Now. Hurry." He ran off leaving me
to finish my ablutions.

I was able to leave the house without attracting my wife's attention and
made my way to the Myshyniuk's backyard where their travel trailer sat. I
let myself in while undoing the tie I had just tied. By the time I reached
the bedroom I was pushing my pants down my legs.

As I suspected, Chief Myshyniuk was already being fucked by his son Steve
while Geoff enjoyed a blowjob. I climbed onto the bed positioning myself
with head on the mattress and ass in the air.

"Mr C.! Finally," exclaimed Steve and withdrew from his father's ass with
an audible pop and drove his cock up my ass with a quick single shove.

Steve's habitual quick entry caused me pain as he entered my hole still
sore from yesterday's workout. I groaned.

Sam Myshyniuk looked at me as Geoff thrust his cock up the police chief's
ass, "Gee, Gavin, I wouldn't have thought getting fucked still caused you
pain after all this time."

"I spent several hours bouncing on a couple of teenage cocks yesterday
afternoon and it's a bit tender this morning."

" I know what you mean. These two have been screwing me silly almost every
day. Two days ago I had to phone work and say I couldn't make it in. They
had tied me up and fucked me literally all day. With their cocks, with
dildoes and then invited a couple of friends over to join in. I could
barely sit at the budget meeting the next day," he chuckled at the memory.

"Okay, I think you win that round, Sam. Shall we start keeping score and
take bets? Who gets the most fucks from our perpetually horny sons." We
both laughed as each other' son tried to drive their cocks even deeper into
dad holes.

Of course my little businessman thought the bet taking a grand idea to make
extra money and muttered something about starting a website to collect
bets. It took some serious talk to prevent him from running with that idea.

It was twenty-five minutes, and a couple of partner switches, before those
teenage cocks blasted their loads up our asses and were finally withdrawn
from our holes. The chief and I were quite sweaty and had a quick sponge
bath before dressing to go to work. We knew a lingering scent of sex
hovered and we hoped those who smelled it would put it down to pre-work
quickies with our wives.

Fortunately for me, my first meeting was with the Burtons, father and son
and the lingering smell of sex would not be out of place. Actually my
meeting was with the son but the dad tagged along. This was an authentic
meeting with a client so I called in Sterling Fitzpatrick to be part of it,
but excluded Betsy by sending her on an errand.

Boomer was shaking my hand while Boxer was dropping his pants, "Thought we
could make a payment while discussing the case, okay, Mr C.?"

Sterling entered and locked the door behind him. His pants hit the floor
almost immediately, "God's honest truth, Mr Cooper, you are my favourite
lawyer to assist." The hairy young Irishman was naked by the time he joined
our little group.

I was thrusting my cock up my client's ass while his father was playing
with my nipples. Sterling decided to add to my pleasure by rimming me.

Boxer squeezed my cock with his talented ass muscles, and asked, "So, any
news on the case?"

Before I could respond, Sterling disengaged from my asshole and grabbed the
file folder he had flung onto the table as he had stripped, "I found out
something interesting, Mr Cooper." He rummaged through the papers, moaning
in pleasure as Boomer started to suck his hairy cock. "I learned that the
complainant has five different cases in which he claims to have been
assaulted by five different men in four jurisdictions."

"Interesting," I said as Boxer shoved back on my cock, "Tell us more,
Sterling."

`More. More!" repeated Boxer, although, I suspected, not meaning the same
thing as I.

Sterling energetically face-fucked Boomer while reporting, "Yes, in all
five cases he claims he was victim of unprovoked attacks and was especially
felt fearful due to something the attacker was sporting Ð a tattoo, a
gang symbol on a jacket, a tattoo, an ornamental dagger, a tattooÉ"

"You are repeating yourself, Sterling."

"No, sir, well, yes, sir, but three of the cases dealt with tattoos. Two of
them nazi symbols. The prosecution turned on the fact the fellow said he is
Jewish and lost relatives in the Holocaust. Said it caused him to fear the
nazis. "

I rammed deeper into Boxer's ass wishing I could stuff my balls in as well,
"'Said he is Jewish'?"

"Oh, yeah. Do that again." Obviously Sterling was speaking to Boomer not
me. He then returned to the case, "Apparently, he was hard pressed to name
the synagogue he attended when asked during the second case. Also, in all
five cases he offered to withdraw the charges in exchange for a civil
settlement."

"What does that mean? Does this mean we can settle for money?" moaned my
client as my balls slapped his.

"It could mean that, but my legal advice is that we proceed with the case
and refuse any such offer they make us."

Boomer backed off Sterling's cock long enough to ask, "Why?"

"Because, Boomer, if we settle like everyone else, this man will continue
to do this. Now, if we continue with the criminal case despite an offer to
settle we will throw him off his game. And, once we present the precedence
of the previous cases with the same pattern of settlements, we will be able
to sue him for a very large sum of money based on filing a false police
report and malicious prosecution and any number of other charges the
talented Mr Fitzgerald can discover."

"Sounds fucking awesome, Mr C. Now cream my ass! I'm cumming!"

Boxer shot copious amounts of cum across the polished surface of my
conference table. Sterling bent over and began licking up that hot cream
then shot his own load in Boomer's eager mouth.

I continued long-cocking Boxer and ordered Boomer to feed his son his cock.
Boxer deep throated his dad's cock while Boomer and I kissed, sharing
Sterling's load between us. Boomer came first, flooding his son's mouth.
And then I pulled out of Boxer's ass shooting my load all over his back. As
I expected, Sterling instantly elected to clean up my client's sweaty back
doing a very thorough job of it.

Another very satisfactory client meeting, if I do say so myself. Such Good
Fortune to have such a client.


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