Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 06:52:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Fortune Part 5

Good Fortune Part 5

From Part 4

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

Part 5

I found myself retreating into the furthest corner of the room while
Garrett greeted the client, his regular, and the son.

The client greeted Garrett as `Will' the name my son apparently used while
working as a callboy, "So, Will, how have you been? ... I am so looking
forward to tonight."

"I've been great, Patrick, how about you?"

From my corner of the room I realized this was indeed someone my wife and I
knew from our charitable work in the community. Everything Garrett had said
earlier flew from my head. My anxiety soared. "I'm ruined,' kept echoing
through my brain.

"Dad? Dad! This is Patrick and his son Peter."

I could tell `Patrick' was as uncomfortable as I. I fought through my
anxiety and extended my hand, "Good evening, Patrick. How are you?"

"Fucking hell! Oh, my god, Gavin, Will is your son?"

I hesitated then replied, "Actually I think we can throw away the
pseudonyms. `Will' is actually Garrett. Garrett, `Patrick' is actually
Richard Nowry and this I assume is your son Ryan." I shook Ryan's hand.

"So you know my dad?" the teen asked. "And I get to fuck you?"

I laughed, "Out of the mouths of babes. Yes, Ryan, you get to fuck me while
your dad watches and he gets to fuck my son while I watch. I think that is
the plan. Correct, Richard?"

"Hot!" Ryan was obviously very `up' for this.

"Indeed. ... Richard, you need to breathe before you pass out. ...  Think
about this. Garrett just went through this with me before you arrived. You
and I are in the same boat. Neither of us wants this to get out into the
community. We don't want everyone to know we are into sex with guys. That
you pay for sex and that I sell myself for money. That we are both into
incest."

Richard regained his voice, "You're right, Gavin. I hadn't thought of
that. ... You work as a hustler? I didn't suspect that."

"Well, actually this is my first time..."

"Really? Wow. How did you... why..."

"Long story short, I discovered by accident that Garrett here was working
as a hustler. He and I ended up having sex and I got talked into following
in his footsteps. He arranged this meeting knowing you have an incest thing
and he thought it would be a turn on for you to have a real father-son. And
to bring your son... how did that happen?"

We had all seated ourselves by this time. Ryan, a very good-looking 17 year
old, sat beside me and Garrett sat next to Richard. As Richard began his
story, Ryan began running his hand up and down my leg getting ever closer
to my crotch.

"Well, uh.. well..."

"Go ahead, Dad, tell him."

Encouraged by Ryan, Richard shared their story, "I have been having sex
with men since university and I have been paying for sex with men since I
started earning good money. I like the excitement of paying. A couple of
years ago I started using the agency Will, I mean Garrett, works for. One
night Will... Garrett was sent and I have to tell you I was smitten. I love
the red hair and the pale skin." He groped my son lustfully and then kissed
him, "Anyway, one day Ryan there was snooping in my stuff and discovered
some of my dirty magazines. Gay magazines. I don't know if you know about
Handjobs magazine." I shook my head. "It's about intergenerational sex,
incest and other. When I got home Ryan confronted me with one of those."

"Confronted?"

"Yeah. Before I could even drop my briefcase, he shoved it in my face and
asked what it meant that I had these." A smile passed between father and
son, "I thought I was done for but he whipped out his cock, right there in
my study, and asked if I wanted to play around like the guys in the
stories. As you said, long story short, we started fooling around. That was
about two weeks ago."

"So, just a little longer than Garrett and me."

"Right, so when Wi... Garrett called and offered himself and his real dad,
we jumped at the chance. And here we are."

"Here we are indeed. And Ryan has got me all hot and bothered by playing
with me, so now what?" Richard hesitated, uncertain how to proceed now that
he knew the father of his hustler.

"Richard," I said, "as clients you and Ryan get to tell us what you want
and what you want us to do. That's right, isn't it Gar?"  My son nodded
agreement.

Ryan leapt in, "Suck my cock!" He pulled his hard cock from his fly and
thrust it in my face. I swallowed all 6" all the way to the pubic hair
before pulling back and lavishing attention on that teen cock.

"Oh, fuck, that is hot!" moaned Richard, as Garrett opened his suit pants
and pulled out the older man's cock, also hard, also about 6".

Ryan was so turned on a few minutes of my oral ministrations brought him to
climax. He moaned, groaned and bucked as he painted my throat with his
thick goo. "Shit and damn. Sorry, Dad. I came too quick. Heck, I wanted to
fuck him."

I pulled off the softening cock, "And you will, son," I said to Ryan, "You
will get hard in a few minutes and you will have your way with my
ass. Right, Richard?" I returned to suckling Ryan's lovely cock.

"Damn right, Gavin. I am going to watch my son fuck you silly as I fuck
your son as hard as I can. Get into the bedroom. Now!"

Garrett and I moved quickly into the bedroom followed by our
clients. Richard and Ryan removed all their clothing but told us to remain
dressed. Ryan was hard again by the time he reached the bed. He undid my
belt and slid my suit pants and my white cotton underwear down to my
ankles. My cock was hard as I was so turned on by the situation Ð being
a hustler for this young lad while my hustler son was to service the lad's
father Ð and it slapped young Ryan in the face when he released it from
its cotton prison.

"So, kid, how do you want me?" I asked.

Ryan hesitated then ordered, "On your back, old man." He and I were getting
into the scenario together. I started to remove my suit jacket but Ryan
stopped me, "No, keep all that on. Only your pants."

Following the client's orders, I kicked off my shoes and shoved my pants
and briefs off before climbing onto the bed on my back, "Like this, kid?" I
raised my legs up to my chest.

"Yeah," Ryan growled, "perfect!" He moved forward, and with only a
momentary pause, rammed all 6" up my butt. I groaned in pain.

"Ryan!" snapped Richard, "Show a little respect. You don't treat people
like that."

"Sorry, sir," Ryan said bashfully, "Didn't mean to hurt you."

I stopped him from pulling out by grabbing his flank, "Its okay. This
time. Just remember your hustlers are people too; even if you are paying
them." I paused, looked him in his eyes to reassure him there were no hard
feelings, and then told him, "Tonight, you use my ass as hard as you
want. Okay, kid."

He smiled at me and pounded back all the way into my ass, "You got it, old
man."

Richard looked on with pride before positioning Garrett on the bed. The
position allowed Garrett to kiss me when Richard commanded, "Kiss your old
man, Garrett. Make out with him while you get your asses reamed.

Garrett leaned in and planted a wet kiss on my lips as Richard pulled his
white soccer shorts down to his knees and, like Ryan had done to me moments
before, plunged his 6" into Garrett's ass. Garrett grunted at the intrusion
as he kissed me. Father and son did indeed ream our asses without mercy
while we made out.

Richard and Ryan were encouraging each other in their efforts, "Fuck that
ass, son!" "Give it to him, Dad." Yeah, pound him like there's no
tomorrow." "Make him groan some more." And so forth.

Richard came first after about 10 minutes of using Garrett's ass. Ryan
cheered him on as he shot his cum into Garrett.

Ryan, working on his second cum of the night, lasted longer and got into a
rhythm of long-cocking me Ð almost pulling out and then thrusting all
the way back in. He apparently liked the way I moaned each time he did
that. He pulled my legs farther apart. I felt was doing the splits. This
allowed him even greater access to my ass.

Richard pushed Garrett further onto the bed so his ass was close to my head
and then fingered his gooey ass. He pulled his cum-coated finger from my
son's ass and shoved it in my mouth. I enthusiastically licked the
proffered finger clean and was rewarded with another cum-ass mix.

Richard used his other hand to fondle his own son's ass. This seemed to
excite Ryan to the point he announced loudly, "Holy fuck, I'm cumming,
Dad. I'm cumming up your ass, old man! Take it! Take my cum, old man!" I
could feel the teenager's hot sticky cum filling my ass. I squeezed my ass
muscles hard around that invading cock in an effort to milk every ounce of
sperm from the kid.

Ryan collapsed atop me. I rolled us over so he was on his back and
clambered around so I could suck on his cock. My ass was up in the air and
I felt a tongue at my hole. A quick glance revealed Richard eating his
son's cum from my battered ass. Garrett positioned himself so he could
present his rigid cock to Ryan. Ryan gobbled it down.

Despite having just cum I was able to coax another load, his third, from
the teenager's cock. I collected that load, meagre as it was, in my
mouth. I twisted my body around, pulled Richard up from where he had been
working on my ass and kissed him. We shared Ryan's hot, sticky cum between
us as Garrett blew his cum into Ryan's mouth.

"Kiss your kid, Richard, taste my kid on his tongue." And he did.

I lay back on the bed watching the tangle of father and son as they kissed
deeply, fencing with their tongues. I closed my eyes for a moment. Someone
knelt over my groin. Richard, aided by Garrett and Ryan holding my cock
upright, slowly sat his ass on my cock. That man ass was incredibly tight.

"You don't get fucked much, do you, Richard?"

"No, but I got to get cock up my ass right now, Gavin."

I let him work his way down at his own pace. As soon as I felt my pubic
hair rubbing his ass cheeks I started my fucking action. I shoved him
forward pulling my cock out and rammed it forcefully back all the
way. Richard gave a mixed moan-groan.

"Yeah, pound his ass! Give it to him hard! Make him feel it!" Ryan was
literally bouncing on the bed as he cheered me on.

Garrett clutched Richard's cock and stroked it back to hardness timing his
strokes with my thrusts.

Not having cum yet I was the first to explode. Richard followed a few
minutes later as I continued to jab his ass. Ryan dove down and licked his
dad's cum off my chest and his dad's cock.

Eventually, the four of us fell onto the bed. Panting heavily. Although
drained and content we allowed our hands to roam over the sweaty bodies of
the others. I was still in my suit coat, shirt and tie so I was sweating
the most.

I started to chuckle at the idea of explaining to the dry cleaner the state
of that suit jacket. When I shared that thought with the others, Ryan
grabbed the hem of the jacket and rubbed his glistening cock with
it. "Let's make it even harder to explain," he laughed. Garrett smirked at
me and used the opposite side to wipe at the cum leaking from his ass.

Richard shook his head at the actions of the young fellows, then declared,
"Oh, what the hell," and he copied Garrett by running his cummy-ass along
my sleeve.

I could not help laughing and was joined by the others in my mirth.

When the laughter lessened, I asked, "Ryan, what do you and your dad do
together when you fool around?"

Ryan looked at his father before responding, "Mostly we suck each other,
give hand-jobs, sometimes he fingers my ass."

"I see. What do you like to do to your dad?"

Again, Ryan looked at his dad, hesitated a moment before answering,
"Knowing now that he gets fucked. I want to fuck him in his office. I want
to fuck him bent over his desk, in his suit, while he is on the phone to a
client or someone. I want to fuck him at home in his study while Mom is
fixing supper or something like that."

Richard's eyes opened wide during his son's speech. It was apparent he had
no inkling of these desires.

"Wow. So, Richard, you open to any or all of that? `Cause that would be hot
to watch, don't you think, Gar?"

"Shit, yeah, Dad. I would love to watch that."

Encouraged by our responses Ryan asked, "So, Dad, can I? Can I fuck you?
Can I fuck you in your office? Please..."

Richard gave a long, silent pause. I interrupted his thoughts by asking
what he would like to do to his son. Another long, silent pause.

This time Ryan interrupted, "Yeah, Dad, what do you want to do to me?"  The
silence lengthened.

Finally, Richard responded, "I want to fuck your cute little ass while you
are 69ing with someone, then I want to watch you get gangbanged by a whole
lot of other guys."

"Wow," was all Ryan could manage to say. Father and son stared at each
other for some time.

Garrett, the experienced hustler-businessman, broke the silence, "Well,
that's a great way to end. I hate to mention it but our time is up."

Richard broke away from the silent communication between him and his son,
"Of course, I'll get your money." He returned to the living room while the
three of us cleaned ourselves up as best we could. Richard and Ryan refused
the offer of a shower preferring to enjoy the smell of sex which hung
around them.

Richard counted out two thousand five hundred dollars in to Garrett's
hand. Garrett started to hand back five hundred as too much. Richard
pressed it on Garrett saying, "No, that's a tip. You and your dad earned
it. This incest thing was great. Everything I hoped. Hope we can do it
again."

Ryan responded, "Yeah, I really want to fuck you again, old man."

"Thanks, kid. I want you to fuck me again... and again. And you too,
Richard, of course."

"Oh, yeah, I will be calling you, Garrett, to arrange another
meeting. Maybe more time and more... creativity?"

"Right on. You know we are open to ... creativity?"

We exchanged hugs and our clients went on their way.

"So, Dad, how was your first sex trade event for you?"

"I can honestly say, I see why you have been doing this. It was a great
turn on. I can hardly wait for Geoff to find more clients for us. Or for
me. Think he can find me some of those teens you have been doing who would
want an old man?"


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