Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2012 17:13:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Fortune Part 4

From Part 3

Needless to say another jerk off session followed. And another session
after each encounter with a male of any sort. I lost count of the number of
sessions I had but I was shooting blanks by the end of the business day.

On the way home I was painfully aware of how much my cock hurt. I had
rubbed it raw, literally in some places. I didn't think I could get it up
for a week, but with that thought was the image of Garrett and Geoff
massaging soothing cream on my cock and I sprang another erection
immediately.

`I am going to die of excessive sex by the end of the week,' I thought as I
drove into the garage. Fortunately for me my wife had beaten my home and I
was, therefore, from the sexual advances of my sons, I hoped.

Good Fortune Part 4

Garrett had a date with Linda so he was gone before supper. Gregory was off
playing soccer with some friends. Geoffrey was absorbed in some video
game. My wife had her book club so the house was quiet. I took advantage
and climbed into the hot tub to soak away the cares of the day and to give
my cock a chance to recover from the abuse to which I had subjected it.

I was in a very relaxed mode as I stretched out on the couch, in my robe,
semi-watching The Big Bang Theory when a missile struck me on my stomach.
It was Geoff and from the fact his cock was hanging outside his shorts I
deduced he was in a mood for sex.

He proved me correct by climbing off me, positioning himself between my
legs and rubbing his hard cock up and down my ass crack. "Ready, Dad?"  He
didn't wait for an answer before plunging into my asshole.

"Geoff," I groaned, "You could at least ask before beginning to fuck
someone."

"I did. I said `Ready, Dad'" was his reply.

I had to laugh, "Not quite a proper request, young man."

"You want me to stop?" I shook my head, "I didn't think so. I have been
waiting all day to fuck you, Dad." He punctuated each word with a sharp
thrust. "I think I found a customer for both you and Garrett."

"Say, what?" I was astonished he had followed through with the idea of
pimping me out.

"Yeah, this guy who has fucked Garrett a few times is interested in doing a
father-son thing, too. I just have to decide how much it's worth."

"Geoffrey, shouldn't we discuss this further before you arrange things?"

" We talked this morning and you didn't say no," he pouted.

"Suggesting your friends might want to fuck me is not quite the same as
having a discussion about actually having guys pay to fuck me."

"Fuck you and Garrett together."

It was totally bizarre to be having this discussion with my youngest son
while he pounded my ass for all he was worth. I had to admit to myself that
there was something exciting about being sold by my 13-year-old son like a
common whore.

He increased the pace of his fucking, folding me over by rocking my hips
forward. "Admit it, Dad, you really want to do it."

I did admit to myself that Geoff was correct but I didn't give him the
satisfaction of knowing that -- yet. I just lay back and enjoyed the rough
and energetic fucking my youngest was giving me.

That fucking probably would have continued had we not heard the garage door
open heralding the return of my wife. Geoff increased the speed with which
he was pounding my ass. I became more anxious about being caught being
fucked by our 13 year old son by my wife; Geoff was more anxious to ensure
he could cum before his mother came into the room. I squeezed my ass
muscles tight around Geoff's cock in order to get him off quickly. Together
we succeeded in getting my horny little fucker to blow his load deep into
my butt.

Geoff scampered off and I adjusted my robe in time not to be caught,
however, my wife wrinkled her nose obviously catching the smell of sex in
the air. Thinking quickly, I stood, whipped open my robe exposing my hard
cock, and said, "I have been waiting for you, honey." She laughed and fell
into my arms while fondling my hardon.

Inevitably we ended up screwing in our bedroom. I had to do something I had
not done for years. I had to pull out of her before cumming.  I shot my
load in such a way as to disguise Geoff's cum that had dribbled out of my
ass onto the sheets as I fucked his mother.

I was thoroughly exhausted by my sexual efforts of the day and fell into a
deep peaceful sleep.

In the morning before leaving for work, I had the opportunity to talk to
Geoff and Garrett about the `business opportunity' Geoff mentioned the
previous night.

"Who is this client, Garrett?"

"Oh, a really nice guy, Dad. He has mentioned a couple of times his incest
fantasies while we have been fooling around."

"So he is an older guy?"

"Yeah, he is a client of the service I work for. That's how we met."

Geoff jumped in, "But we thought Garrett would work off the books for this
time."

"Why is that?"

Garrett responded, "The service has very clear age guidelines and this
timeÉ well, heÉ "

"Well heÉ what, Garrett? What service are you proposing we offer him?" I
demanded.

"We?!? I knew you would get into this, Dad," piped in Geoff.

"Geoff, focus. Well, Garrett?"

"Well, he has a 17 year old son he has talked about introducing to me. You
know having sex with me. I can't do that when I am working for the service
but if we do this on the side, he could bring his son." He paused then
added, "And if you join in it would add to his incest fantasy. You know,
father and son fucking father and son."

"I figure he would pay a couple of grand for that," interjected my littlest
businessman Geoff.

"A couple of grand?"

"Easily, dad. The guy is loaded and he is really turned on by the incest
thing," Garrett beamed at me.

"Oh, my god, what I have gotten myself into?" I moaned. "Alright, you two
do what you have to and then tell me what I have to do to make it happen."

Both boys hugged me. "Great, Dad." "We are going to have so much fun."

Once again my workday was filled with fantasies of my sons and of every man
I encountered but I restrained from jerking off. I was glad I did not have
any client meetings because I could not have focussed properly.

Shortly before I left for the day, Garrett called giving me the time and
address of my first paid sexual encounter. Apparently, the location was one
the agency kept for their men to meet clients if there was no other
location available. It was where Garrett met this particular client before.

I was told I need not change as my suit would add to the `ambiance' of the
encounter. This is when I started to sweat. My wife and I were fairly
active in the community and if this client was well-to-do it is not
unlikely we may have met before. Garrett might know many of the people we
socialized with regularly but he would not know everyone we know. The
`what-ifs' rattled me and got worse as I approached the location. I sat in
my car for some time before summoning the courage to make my way up to the
apartment where Garrett awaited.

My son noticed my apprehension immediately and enveloped me in a hug and
laughingly said, "Relax, Dad, everything will be fine. I have done this
dozens of times and no-one ever died." Despite my nervousness, I noticed
Garrett was dressed as a soccer player, shorts, t-shirt, long white socks
and sneakers something the client preferred. Just as I was in my suit for
that reason.

"I'm worried, Gar, that this fellow may know me and your mother. What if
word gets around that I am side-lining as a whore?"

"Hustler, Dad, not whore, or call-boy, male prostitute or sex trade worker
not whore. And, think about it, if this guy is in your social circle is he
likely to want to let people know he pays for sex with guys? Is he like to
want to tell people how he knows he sell yourself?"

That helped calm my nerves somewhat but I found myself pacing the living
room of the apartment. It was not a sleazy, dingy place as I had imagined
on the way over but was nicely furnished, clean and rather `homey.'
Obviously I watch too much television.

In the half-hour we had to wait, Garrett gave me a drink, a small drink, to
calm me and walked me through the procedure of meeting with a client. From
previous experience, this particular client would expect some small talk,
some libation followed by verbal foreplay. Verbal foreplay apparently meant
setting of the `scene' -- the role-playing scene in this case the incest
roles everyone would play. Although, Garrett suggested this last might not
happen as our actual relationship and the client's relationship with his
son might negate the need for this part of the pattern.

The intercom buzzer intruded in our discussion. My anxiety began to rise
again as Garrett let his client, our client, in.


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