Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 22:54:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Fortune part 19

Good Fortune Part 19

From Part 18

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.

Part 19

The following week was a quiet one for me. While Garrett entertained some
of his regular agency clients, Geoff would just say he was working on
something for me. I was disappointed. Disappointed in not having strange
cock rammed into my ass but I managed to get by with Geoff and Steve
pounding me daily, sometimes three or four times a day if I would let them.

Geoff reminded Garrett and me of the session with Randy and Jamaal.  The
session was set up for Friday night after the local high school Divisional
football game. Other than that we were told nothing.

Friday night, Garrett, Geoff and I went to the game to cheer on our
clients' team which managed a hard-fought win for the Divisional title. As
the final minutes ticked away, Geoff handed me a slip of paper with the
address of a motel on the edge of town, and a room key, and told us to meet
the clients there in half an hour. We confessed ourselves a little confused
as this varied from the regular routine of these clients but neither of us
analysed it too deeply Ð the guys apparently wanted a change.

Garrett and I arrived at the motel and let ourselves into the designated
cabin. It was at the back of the property overlooking the river. The large
living room with two king-sized beds each in a separate alcove. Curiouser
and curiouser. We sat and waited pondering what was going on.

A sudden commotion on the front porch put an end to our speculation. In
walked Randy and Jamaal. Fifteen other members of the team all still in
uniform and still sweaty from their recent gridiron efforts immediately
followed them.

"Good you're here," said Randy. "We are anxious to start."

"Hey, wait, one damn minute. I ain't no fag," protested one jock, echoed by
many others.

Jamaal stood to his full height and got into the face of the main
protester, "You saying Randy and me is fags? We ain't no fags but after
last year we wanted whores who could take what we dishing." I did not like
the sound of that.

"Yeah, last year those bitches complained when we got a little rough and
they left. With our money. Now, no one here is a fag and it don't
matter. There are two mouths to suck our cocks and two holes to fuck. Tight
holes. Jamaal and me test drove these two and they can take it rough. So
get over it and get it on. They are here for the night. Ours to do with
what we want. Celebration time!"

"What?!?!" Garrett and I said simultaneously.

"Yeah, didn't Geoff tell you? You guys are the celebration for our win
tonight. Division champions!"

"Now wait just one minute, young man. This isÉ" I attempted to put an
end to this immediately.

"No, old man," Randy replied with sarcasm, "we paid good money for you two
and we mean to get our money's worth."

"RandyÉ," Garrett's turn to protest.

"Can it, Garrett, I told the guys we would have a sure thing to fuck
tonight and we are going to fuck a sure thing tonight." His voice hardened,
"Even if we have to take it."

I looked around the room at the fifteen hulking teenage athletes who had
edged closer as we protested. Several were nodding agreement at Randy's
words and several pawed at their crotches. We were out-numbered and
out-muscled. One, or perhaps two, of these guys we could have fought off
but not an entire team pumped up on adrenaline and testosterone.

I tried another tack, "If we yell the motel will hearÉ"

One player, a stocky black boy, laughed, "Not a chance. My dad owns the
place and he gave us this cabin because it is away from the rest and the
nearest places are empty. He gave it to us for the night to celebrate so we
wouldn't drink and drive and made us promise no girls. Well, you ain't
girls."

"Yeah," chimed in another stud, "but Jamaal promised us a good lay. É I
hadn't expected an old man but that is a good thing as far as I'm
concerned. We can pretend he's Coach. Or our dads." There was laughter and
general agreement among the team at the idea of a grudge fuck.

I looked at Garrett questioning him with my eyes. He looked back with
consternation but then shrugged, "Looks like we don't have a lot of choice,
Dad."

"Dad!?!? He's your dad? For real?" asked another player. When Garrett
nodded, the lad whistled and declared, "That's hot."

I sighed, "Okay, how should we start?"

"Strip," commanded Randy.

"No," interrupted yet another voice, "Strip each other. I want to watch the
son strip his dad." Again general agreement.

"And vicey versy," piped up another.

I looked around me at the room of high school athletes fresh from the field
of triumph. The room was filled with the aroma of male musk, sweat, and the
general smell of locker-room. I had to admit to myself the situation was a
great turn-on despite the earlier threat of forced sex.

Garrett, standing behind me, reached around and started unbuttoning my
shirt. His hand moved beneath the fabric to caress my chest. Some hoots
from our audience.

"Leave his tie on. It might come in handy later," yet another player said.

I wanted to ask `handy for what' but Garrett choose that moment to pull my
head into a kiss. It was a deep passionate kiss with a good deal of tongue
action. More hoots from the athletes. Garrett slowly removed the remainder
of my clothing from my upper body. He then undid my belt and shimmied my
pants down to my ankles. He followed them to the floor and sucked on my
cock through the cotton of my briefs. I was instantly hard, turned on by
the action and, truth be told, by the situation. I had never realized an
audience could be such a turn-on, particularly an audience of hot horny
teenage athletes who were stripping out of their football uniforms as they
watched our father-son action.

I pulled Garrett to his feet and slowly removed his clothing. Being more
experienced at this than I, he had worn an easily removed shirt and
jeans. As he had done moments before, I sank to my knees in front of him
and mouthed his cock through his boxer-briefs.

As I ministered to Garrett's cock, I felt a hand push my head forward
accompanied with a hoarse, "Yeah, fucking suck your son's cock, old
man. Show us how a dad should make his son happy."

More hoots and more shouts echoing that of the hand's owner: "God, that's
hot. A dad sucking his son." "Go for it, old man! Slobber on that cock!"
"Chew on his balls!" "Kiss his ass!"

I attempted to follow each command but they came in fast and furious and I
couldn't match their speed. But I definitely gave it my all.

Someone pulled or pushed Garrett back onto the couch and demanded I suck on
his toes. I lovingly sucked on each as if it were a small cock. As I did so
a hand ran along the cloth-covered crack of my ass applying special
pressure to my hole. An insistent finger pushed the white cotton of my
briefs into my hole accompanied with a commentary on how tight my ass was
and how much pleasure they could all get from fucking `that hole.' I
thought I recognized Jamaal's voice.

My head was grabbed and I found myself face down inches from the bare feet
of an athlete. "Sniff those ripe dogs then suck my toes like you did him."
His feet were definitely ripe, sweaty and funky. I managed a glimpse upward
and saw a hunky young blond who had removed his uniform pants and sat
before me wearing his athletic cup. The cup covered not only his genitals
but also his hand as he stroked his cock. I couldn't help but wonder what
it looked like and tasted like.

Garrett disappeared from my view as he serviced his own set of jocks. I
could hear him receiving commands to suck balls, asses, feet and other body
parts.

The eight or nine guys surrounding me seemed to be in a frenzy to
experiment with guy-on-guy sex and with a man old enough to be their
father. My face was pulled from sweaty ass after sweaty ass, interspersed
with assorted balls, feet and one or two navels.

The stocky black kid whose father owned the motel dropped his pants and
jock and stepped into my line of sight. He had a long, thick cock with a
very large head. The head looked the size of a small apple. He shoved his
cock into my mouth, "Get it wet `cause I'm not waiting no more." I knew
immediately what he meant and I tried to get as much saliva on that monster
as possible. He yanked it free and moved to my rear. He ripped a hole in my
briefs and, without waiting, shoved that huge head up my ass.

The pain was excruciating. I felt as though I was being split in half. I
could not help letting out a scream. I heard a faint questioning, `Dad?"
from Garrett. I told him I was alright just before a black cock appeared at
my mouth. I kissed and licked the head.

My ass tormentor was urged on by the cluster of jocks around me, "Skewer
him good, Jackson!" "Wow, he got the whole thing in there." "Fuck him real
good!" "Damn, that is so hot having an old man on your cock like that."

Jackson rammed his entire cock into me with such force my face was
propelled into the crotch I was licking. I deep-throated the entire cock
unexpectedly. I gagged and gasped trying to catch my breath. Luckily the
guy pulled back a bit. Before plunging all the way back in. I could feel
his cock head deep in my throat.

"Hey, guys, no bitch has ever been able to take me all in her throat. This
guy's doing it." Cheers all around.

"Fuck, Randy, you was right. These guys are going to be fun. To hell with
them being guys. Sex is sex. Am I right?" A cheer echoed whoever it was.

The first hour was one cock after another. Quick fucks and rapid blowjobs
for guys to get off as swiftly as possible. I lost count after six fucks
and seven or eight blowjobs. And they kept on coming. No pun intended.

At some point Garrett and I were pulled onto separate beds and I got
reassuring glimpses of my eldest as he coped with the teens shoving cocks
in him and at him. At one point we both were skewered each end with two
cocks in our hands for hand jobs.

I optimistically thought that after three, maybe four, cums each even
teenagers would start to run out of steam and we could leave. Then I heard
someone asking about more Viagra. Oh, shit, teenage males fuelled by
testosterone, Viagra, adrenaline, and team competiveness. These guys might
never quit.

Then I recalled Geoff saying something about being here until Saturday.
Oh, damn. Oh fuck!

Someone pulled out of my ass and I was lifted over to the adjoining bed. My
ass was placed over Garrett's mouth and he was told to clean me up. I felt
my son's tongue lapping at my sore asshole trying to get at all the hot cum
deposited there. His tongue actually felt comforting, soothing.

But before I could enjoy it too much Garrett's legs were raised and my face
shoved into his ass crack. I immediately began a rim job rewarded with
loads of hot cum. How many loads I couldn't begin to imagine.

After the rim jobs, someone asked to see Garrett fuck `his old man.' We
were repositioned and my son's cock slide into my ass Ð wide open after
my gang bang. There was a lot of hooting and hollering about a `son fucking
his dad', `screwing the old man' and 'teaching the dad his place.' I got
the distinct impression there were a lot of unresolved daddy issues among
these boys.

This was reinforced with my next solo fuck. I was back on my own bed and a
tall, young black man climbed on my back and slowly entered me. He was
rather gentle in his style. He stretched out over my back and had his mouth
next to my ear. As he slid in and out he whispered in my ear, "Jamaal says
they hired you. You a whore?" I nodded. "Can anyone hire you?" Another
nod. "Good. É If I wanted to hire you and É wellÉ ask you toÉ
wellÉ ask you to fuck me, would you?"

His voice dropped very low for the last part and I sensed his extreme
nervousness about his teammates finding out this secret desire of his. I
turned my head so I could see him. A nice looking kid of maybe sixteen. I
put two and two together and responded quietly, "You want daddy to fuck
you, son?"

A sharp intact of breath and a quick glance around to ensure no one had
heard. He looked me in the eye and replied softly, "God, yes. I want my
daddy to fuck me hard. PleaseÉ"

I twisted a bit more to whisper in his ear, "Leave your phone number in the
freezer before you leave and we'll arrange it."

He was pumping my ass throughout the conversation, and continued to do so
when he asked, "I don't have a lot of money. I have some butÉ not a
lot. Have to help Mom with the rent and groceries and stuff."

"Good man, glad to hear you take care of your responsibilities. We will
work out something you can afford."

"Yeah? Thank you," he beamed at me.

"Now, son, I want you to pound my ass real hard so your buddies don't
suspect anything."

He took me at my word and drove full force in my ass for the next several
minutes until he erupted deep in my bowels. "You got one tight ass, old
man. I'll be back when I'm hard again."

I didn't respond as at that moment I was flipped onto my back and Randy
climbed on board ramming full force into me. He looked down at me as he
pile-drove into me, "How you bearing up, old man? Your ass still in one
piece I see."

"This is quite the evening, Randy. Fifteen guys at one timeÉ"

"Oh, we're up to twenty-four now. Guys been calling others telling them to
come over."

"Twenty-four? And you're all taking Viagra? Holy merde!"  "Yeah, you and
Garrett are the most popular whores we ever had. Jamaal and me are
heroes. Most of the `hoes we had in the past leave after the first couple
of hours. You guys been here forÉ what, six hours and no sign of
stopping." He chose that moment to drive full length into me so my gasp at
`six hours' was lost in his gasp as he blew a load up my ass.

I managed to stumble off to the bathroom a short time later and after the
toilet decided to take a quick shower to remove the drying cum and stale
sweat from my aching body. The hot water felt great and managed to revive
me a bit.

When I returned, squeaky clean, I was immediately pulled back to the bed
where two fellows were lying on their backs, ball sacks touching. When
someone grabbed the cocks and held them together, pointing up, I figured
out what was about to happen. I have heard of double-penetration but had
never thought of doing it. Until now. Not that I had much choice.

Two very strong football players lifted me up and positioned me, with the
help of two other strong football players, directly over the combined cocks
of yet two more strong football players. The seventh football player,
holding his teammates' cocks upright, directed my lowering as if he was a
crane operator. `Down. To the left. Down a bit. There right there. Now drop
him!"

And they did.

Thank God I had been opened up by repeated fucks all night or I would have
died with the entry of those two substantial cocks at once. I let go a yelp
of surprise and pain as my hole stretched to accommodate two cocks at
once. I threw my head back as I descended. Finally I landed with a
splat-like sound on the pelvises of the two fuckers. "Cool." "Wow, he did
it." "Never thought I'd see.."

`Well, kid, I never thought I would do,' I thought to myself.

Eventually the two fuckers got into a rhythm and brought themselves to
climax. The two loads were a little thin after all that had gone before but
I could still feel them cum.

And I surprised everyone, including myself, by blowing my own load at the
same time. Like theirs my load was very thin; it was my fifth or sixth of
the night after all.

I had cum many times without anyone stimulating my cock directly. I was so
turned on by the situation and the young hot bodies using me that I could
not help shooting. This told me a great deal about me. I love sex and I
discovered a `job' that afforded me lot and lots of sex. What Good Fortune!

The double penetration was not the finale. Garrett and I were supplied many
more fucks and blowjobs and rim jobs and hand jobs and teabags before the
event ended.

My last fuck was the sixteen year old who wanted to hire me so I could fuck
him. While he was fucking me I managed to twist about so I could finger his
ass. That really got him going. He came twice in a roll.

It was full daylight when the team began making their way homeward. We had
been at it for a full thirteen hours. Thirteen hours of continual sex with
twenty-eight cocks, yes more had joined us, to satisfy.

Garrett and I showered together, doing a thorough check for any signs of
damage. Except for a set of teeth marks on Garrett's nipples, we seemed to
have survived intact.

We dragged ourselves into the house and were met by an enthusiastic, naked
Geoff who, naturally, demanded all the details.

I looked at Garrett and then at Geoff before responding, "Geoff, do you
remember at the very beginning of this what I said to you about multiple
clients? Well, this was like that but worse." He looked aghast and started
to say something. I continued, "Because this was much worse, There has to
be consequences for you. From now to the beginning of school you cannot
have sex with either Garrett or myself. None at all. Do you understand?"

"But, DaddyÉ"

Garrett glanced at me and said to Geoff, "And Dad and I will continue to
see clients, your clients, as we wish and you will not see any of that
money. None at all."

"That seems fair," I agreed.

"Daddy! Gar! You can't do that," Geoff started to cry, whether over the
loss of sex privileges or the loss of the revenue I'm not sure.

I bent down and kissed him on his head, "Sorry, kidlet, that's the way it
is."

Garrett gave Geoff a brief hug before joining me on my slow ascent to our
respective bedrooms for a well deserved, and solitary, sleep


This story idea was sent to me by one of my readers. I hope I did it
justice. If you have ideas you would like to see in this series or a new
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