Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2013 14:08:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Goof Fortune part 9

Good Fortune Part 9

From Part 8

"Well, then we should plan a party sometime for our studs to all use us.
Would you like that, boys?"

All three enthusiastically agreed. They were even more enthusiastic when I
suggested perhaps getting more fellows involved. I didn't specify whom
because I would have to check with Sam before I offered his ass to this
trio of fuckers.

Our mini-orgy continued for another twenty minutes when all three cousins
finished pounding our asses and fucking our faces. I dressed and brushed
off and continued on my jog arriving home shortly after 7 am. I jumped in
the shower before my wife had a chance to smell the sex on me.

A quick breakfast and I was on my way to work. On the way, I pondered the
number of men I was encountering who shared my newfound love of
male-to-male sex, and of incest, and wondered who else I might encounter to
join this growing `club.'

The possibilities might be endless, trusting my Good Fortune.

Part 9

I was midway through my workday when I received a call from Cameron asking
if I could get away for a meeting with Sean, the owner of the agency, later
in the day. Of course I said yes as I didn't want to miss the opportunity
to practice my newfound `profession' professionally.

I told Betsy I was off to see a potential client and happily departed for
the meeting. The address Cameron had given me was not too far from the area
of town in which we lived. It was a large, old mansion in the wealthiest
subdivision of the city. I rang the doorbell and waited anxiously.

The door swept open and there was Cameron Ð wearing nothing but tight
white cotton briefs which set off his all body tan beautifully. We hugged
briefly, and I confess my hand wandered to his tight buns. He playfully
slapped my hand away and led me into a large solarium at the back of the
house. There I was introduced to Sean McAdams, who looked familiar.

Sean was a tall, patrician man with thick white hair and a flawless
complexion that disguised his age. He could have been 50 or 70 or anywhere
in between. Sean quickly put me at my ease with general topics of
conversation. He reminded me we had met before, at some charity function or
other, and that explained why he looked familiar. Sean was a leading
philanthropist in our city giving generously to a number of charities and
being welcomed into the best homes. There was always speculation about
where his money came from and now I knew. I laughed out loud thinking of
what those snooty society mavens would do if they found out where Sean's
money actually came from.

Sean asked me what I was laughing about and when I told him he joined me
with gales of laughs. "You know I often come home from one of those dinners
and laugh at the same thing. And if you join our agency you and I can share
those laughs together."

I smirked and added, "Perhaps I could show up at a function with the
hostess' husband's cum up my ass."

"I'm glad you have such a healthy attitude about this. Being able to laugh
at ourselves is what keeps us sane. So, you are interested in becoming one
of our boys?"

"Boys?" I echoed, "it has been years since I thought of myself as a
boy. But, yes, I think I would enjoy being one of the boys."

"As I have grown older, you are all boys to me. Now, I want you to read our
contractÉ"

For the next half-hour we discussed the terms of the `employment' contract,
the compensation paid, the protections provided, and other such details. I
made a few suggestions regarding changes in wording from a lawyer's point
of view. Sean offered me a position as legal counsel for the agency and I
accepted. And then he offered me a position as one of his escorts, his
boys. I thought it over for all of two seconds before signing the
`employment' contract.

Sean beamed at me, "Wonderful. So glad you have come on board. É Now
strip."

I did not hesitate and quickly shed my clothes.

Sean examined me like I was livestock he was purchasing. He felt my pecs
and abs, my cock and buns. He even shoved a finger up my hole. And then
two. And then three. "So, you like being fucked?" I nodded. "And fucking?"
Again I nodded. "Sucking and being sucked?" I agreed. "Good. Now you are
going to perform for me so I can see you in action."

A door at the far end of the solarium opened. I had hoped I would get to
perform with Cameron but was disappointed. The fellow who approached was a
large, muscular man wearing leather pants and a leather vest. His arms were
covered with tattoos with a large dragon tattoo emblazoned on his upper
chest. He looked like a stereotypical biker.

Sean introduced him, "This is Dragon. I chose him for you because I gather
he is very different from your usual partners. You will need to perform for
and with almost anyone soÉ go at it."

Dragon grabbed hold of me and pulled me into his body. I could smell the
leather and Dragon's sweat. The masculinity of him was intoxicating. He
forced my face into an armpit telling me to lick. I did. All the while my
hands were exploring the expanse of his chest, twicking his nipples,
stroking his washboard abdominals. Dragon moved me to his other armpit.

I decided to make moves of my own and undid his belt and pants so I could
shove my hands in those pants and onto his buns. As I suspected his buns
were as taut as the rest of his body. I traced his ass crack and located
his asshole. Without ceremony I shoved a finger in. I half expected Dragon
to protest that action, to tell me he was a top, but he didn't. Instead he
moaned into my ear, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I pulled back and yanked Dragon's pants to his knees, spun him around and
bent him over a convenient chair back. I knelt down and began rimming
him. My hands were now exploring his cock and balls, running along his
thick thighs and along his sides. Dragon growled with every thrust of my
tongue. He moaned with every stroke of his long thick cock. He grunted
every time I pulled on his ample, low-hanging balls. I stood and crammed my
7" deep into Dragon's hole.

"Holy mother of God!" Dragon cried and pushed back on my cock, "Fuck me. É
Fuck me, daddy!"

I could not believe I heard him correctly. He repeated it several times as
I pistoned in and out of his very tight hole. I picked up on his theme and
whispered in his ear, "Fucking my baby boy hard, just like he likes."

Dragon, who was within five years of my age, loved it and his vocalizations
increased, demanding to be fucked hard and long by his `daddy'.

I pulled him away from the chair and forced him onto all fours on the floor
where I pummelled him mercilessly. I then pulled completely out, flipped
him onto his back, raised his legs over my shoulders and rammed back in,
ordering him, "Cum for daddy! Shot your load for daddy!"

Dragon grabbed his cock and jerked it furiously in rhythm with my thrusts
into his ass. Every time my cock rubbed his prostate his body jerked and he
moaned. Within minutes the big stud beneath me was shooting thick steams of
cum over his upper body and face. His ass muscles squeezed my cock milking
a heavy load from me.

I collapsed forward, pushing his knees even closer to his ears. I watched
as he continued to stroke his cock bring forth another load which landed
mostly in his mouth. Untangling from him I lay next to him on the floor and
kissed him tasting his cum on his tongue. He returned my kiss passionately
before saying, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. It's been some time since
I was fucked like that. Particularly in one of these tests."

"Bravo. Bravo. Well done, Gavin."

I looked into Sean's eyes and smiled, "Just doing what comes naturally."

My new employer grinned, "Very few of the guys we test figure out Dragon
here loves to bottom. Especially that quickly. Most of the time they take
him up their asses. You have very good instincts, Gavin. I am so glad you
have joined our team."

Dragon reached out for my softened cock and added, "So am I. I hope we can
get together soon É and often." He kissed me again before taking his
clothes and his leave.

I sat my naked self down across from Sean feeling completely at ease.

"I can think of five maybe six clients we can fix you up off the top of my
head. Cameron and Garrett said you would be comfortable doing a father/son
gigs with Garrett, that true?"

"Sure is, Sean. I love having sex with my son."

"Good, cause that is one of our big sellers and we don't currently have
real father/son teams on staff," Sean was beaming, mentally counting the
potential profits. "So the next step is to get photos for our
catalogue. I'm sure Cameron mentioned that." I acknowledged that. "Good. So
our photographer will get in touch with you to arrange a shoot. É Oh,
Gavin, I really can't tell you how happy I am you have joined us. We are
going to make such good use of you."

"So, I can quit my legal practice?" I jested.

"Um, maybe not yet. But if you perform with clients the way you did with
Dragon, maybe."

Sean and I had another cup of tea and discussed inconsequential things
until I realized the time. Sean directed me to a shower in the corner of
the solarium where I cleaned up before dressing slowly. I told him I would
have a draft of the contract changes to him with in two days.

"Oh, good. I will arrange a meeting with our current legal advisor so the
two of you can work things out between you."

"I wonder if I know himÉ" I hinted.

"All in good time. All in good time. Thanks for coming, Gavin, and I look
forward to seeing you again soon."

Back in the office, the very efficient Betsy asked if she should open a new
client file. I forestalled her by saying `things weren't decided yet.'
Somehow I didn't think Sean's agency was one my partners would appreciate
seeing on the client list.

I took my signed `employment' contract from my briefcase to start drafting
the changes I promised Sean, when I stopped and considered the huge step I
had taken.

I was now officially a male prostitute. Ready to sell my body to whomever
had the cash. Ready to do whatever that whomever wanted me to do for them
or to them. I popped a hardon at the thought. I laughed at the idea of all
the time I spent at university when I could have be selling myself through
Sean's agency and probably be in the same financial position I was now, but
having a whole lot more fun getting there. But had I chosen that life path
I wouldn't have married and been blessed with three great sons and two of
those sons would not have pointed out this life path so I wouldn't have
learned about Sean's agency and É I fell into some rather pointless
circular thinking.

Shaking it off, I returned to the contract draft which in turn started me
thinking about who the other legal counsel might be. It would be hilarious
if it were Judge Smith or even funnier were it one of my partners. The
legal community was small enough that we probably knew each other, at least
by name. And how had that lawyer gotten involved with Sean in the first
place? As client or whore like me? Oh, the possibilities.

At home that night, Geoff couldn't wait to whisper to me that he had fucked
the police chief four times that afternoon. And Garrett wanted to know what
happened at Sean's so he and I took a walk after supper and I let him into
the details of the afternoon's events. When I mentioned Dragon, Garrett
nodded sagely and said Dragon was Sean's favourite tester but that he
didn't know Dragon was a bottom.

"Ah, sweet mystery of life," I punned. Garrett had never heard that song so
he missed my wit.

Later I was able to spend some time with Greg discussing his job and his
plans for the upcoming school year and learned my quiet, shy son had
decided to be advocate for the homeless and saw law as the best way to do
that. I started to cry, which surprised the heck out of Greg and my wife; I
had to confess myself so proud of Greg for wanting to help others.

Greg started to tear up too, so he called me an `old softy' and wrestled me
to the floor. I defended myself by tickling my most ticklish son and the
game was afoot. Geoff naturally joined in and when Garrett returned from a
`date' he did too. Once again, the roughhousing ended with Geoff needing to
pee.

And once again I rejoiced in my good fortune.


Believe it or not the next day contained no sexual encounters of any
sort. No clients from Geoff, or from Sean; no chance encounters in a park
or from neighbours. It actually felt very strange, as if something was
missing.

The following morning, I was feeling randy but my wife wasn't in the mood
and both Geoff and Garrett were out of the house before she left for work
so I forlornly made my way to work feeling sorry for my horny self.

I finished the contract changes for Sean and emailed them off. I redid a
couple of briefs. I dictated some letters for Betsy to type. I sat at my
desk casually stroking my cock through my pants, killing time rather than
trying to get off.

At 11:30 Betsy's intercom signal broke into my reverie, "Mr Cooper, there
is a Mr Arnold Burton here. He doesn't have an appointment but would like
to see you." I heard a voice in the background, "He says he was a client of
yours a long, long time ago."

I could recall no one by that name but I have had many clients over the
years, "Okay, Betsy, give me five minutes and send him in." I straightened
myself up and was looking professional when Mr Burton entered.

Burton was a rough looking character; not in the way Dragon was rough
looking, but he had obviously seen the rougher side of life. His nose had
been broken at least twice, there was a scar above one eye and another
below the other and yet another running from the left ear down and across
his throat.

It was the latter scar that recalled Burton to me, "Boomer! My God, it has
been a long time. How have you been?"

He smiled at being remembered, "I didn't know if you would remember me, Mr
Cooper. I really remember you. The way you fought for me in court over that
trumped up chargeÉ"

"Well, not trumped up, you did assault that fellow. It was the mitigating
circumstances that allowed us to get the charges reduced."

He glared for a moment then laughed, "Of course, you would remember the
details. You were good at that. That's why I'm here."

"AhÉ Boomer, you're aware I don't do criminal law any more. I'm a
corporate lawyer now."

"Yeah, when I saw the building and the offices, I figured you don't defend
low-lifes like meÉ"

"Hey, your term not mine." I quickly interjected.

"É anymore. Yeah, I know you would never call nobody that. You never
treated me like that. Even when I deserved it. But I hoped maybe you would,
you know, give me some advice."

His earnest belief in me spoke to my heart, I directed him to my conference
table, poured him a coffee and invited him to tell me what brought him in.

Boomer looked so relieved that I was willing to help him. He took a couple
of deep gulps of air and dove in, "It's my son. He got himself in
trouble. Well, he's like me he's been trouble lots since he was 10 but now
he's 18 and heÉ well he É"

"Boomer, is your son in custody?"

"Not right now, a public defender got him bail. I had to put my car up as
collateral. He's outside right now."

"Well, we best bring him in so I can hear what's going on straight from the
horse's mouth, so to speak."

Betsy sent in the son, Barnaby Burton, a man very much like his father. As
Boomer said `he's like me', like his dad his nose had been broken at least
once, he had a scar along the left chin-line, and he walked like the entire
world was against him Ð big chip on his shoulders.

"This is BarnabyÉ"

"My name is Boxer!" he said forcefully. I studied the slender young man,
tattoos visible on arms and neck, muscular frame, probably nice looking if
he didn't scowl.

"Okay, my son Boxer. Boxer, tell Mr Cooper about the trouble you're in."

The was a pause and then, "Some God damned, fucking bastardÉ" an
obscenity filled description of the other person involved and the police
who arrested him, and the judge who bound him over for trial followed.

While he was in mid-rant, I stood up, moved directly in front of him,
almost nose-to-nose and quietly said, "Sit down and shut up."

Boxer glared at me, moved menacingly toward me, and, when I didn't retreat,
he stopped and plopped down into a chair.

"First of all, young man, profanity like that is inappropriate in an office
like this, secondly I am seeing you as a favour to your father and will
throw you out on your ear if you don't lose the attitude." I looked
searchingly in his eyes. He was scared but didn't want the world to know
that. "So, you can tell me what happened calmly or you can leave and
probably end up in jail, because an assault charge on top of your juvie
record Ð not good." I didn't actually know anything about his juvenile
record but if it were like his father's it wouldn't bode well for him in
front of a judge.

Boxer gulped a few times, then quietly told me what happened. I then read
the police report Boomer handed me and realized Boxer was telling me the
truth. He was provoked with repeated taunts and he spit on the other
fellow. I could see a couple of possible defences.

"Okay, there are some possibilities for arguing mitigating
circumstancesÉ"

Boomer interrupted, "So, you'll defend him. I knew I could countÉ"

"Boomer, as I said I am no longer practice criminal law. And there is the
issue of my fees. My retainer is $2500.00 and the firm bills my time at
$485.00 an hour."

"Holy shit, I can't affordÉ" "Dad, we can'tÉ" blurted the two
Burtons.

"Ébut I can get one of our junior attorneys to do the actual work on the
case, represent you in court and the like. That would cost as little as
$195.00 an hour."

"Mr Cooper, that is still more than we can afford," pleaded Boomer.

"I could also talk to your public defender and give him some advice but not
actually handle the case."

Boxer now looked very much like a scared teenager rather than an angry one,
"Dad? You promisedÉ you saidÉ"

"I know, son, I know."

Again my heart over-ruled my head and I said, "Okay, first things
first. The police report states the other man said he was afraid because
you are a quote nazi skinhead unquote. Are you?"

"Absolutely not. Never. The guy's a complete fucking assholeÉ Sorry. He
is aÉ loser."

"He states he saw a swastika tattoo on your neck. Do you have such a
tattoo?" Boxer shook his head. I opened the door and asked Betsy for the
digital camera. Returning, I explained, "We use this camera to document
evidence. I would like to take some pictures of your current tattoos. Is
that alright?"

Boxer hesitated and then agreed, "If you think it will help. Sure. What do
I do?"

"Take off your shirt." He did, revealing a very toned, buff build to his
slender torso. An eight pack to die for! And very prominent nipples Ð
like little erasers. His pants hung about mid-ass showing off his Joe Boxer
brand boxer-briefs. I took some deep breaths and began to photograph his
numerous tattoos. Not a single swastika or SS symbol among them. "Were you
wearing long pants or shorts the night of the altercation?"

Boomer paused, his brow furrowed in thought, "Board shorts, I think."

"Okay, I would like to photograph any tattoos you have on your legs to
prevent a switch in testimony."

Boomer trustingly dropped his jeans without having to loosen the belt. He
even pulled up his boxer legs to show the tattoos beneath. Again not a
single nazi or SS symbol. But some great leg muscles. I had to sit to hide
my hardon.

 "First of all do not get any new or change any existing tattoos until this
case is over. Understood?" He nodded. "Alright, I will take your case. We
can work something out about the fees."

"Like a payment plan?" Boomer suggested.

Boxer jumped in, "Dad, we would be paying off that fuckingÉ sorry, that
big a bill forever. I mean with my job and yours and mom's and Sally's we
are just scraping by as it is. É I could find another job I guess. But
stillÉ"

"Sally?" I asked.

"My girlfriend," Boxer explained, "but she's pregnant and won't be able to
work much longer. She's a waitress." He stopped, starring at his sneakers,
and then, "I guess I could turn some tricks for awhile."

That surprised me, "Turn tricks?"

Boomer jumped in, "No, its nothing. He didn't mean thatÉ uh, he didn't
say that."

"I did say it, dad, and he heard me," Boxer turned to me and enlightened
me, "I used to turn tricks. You know, as a hustler. On the streets. When I
was younger. You know to get money when I couldn't find work."

"Don't think less of him for that, will you, Mr Cooper?" Boomer pleaded.

`Oh, if you only knew', I thought.

"It was good money, Mr Cooper, that's why I did it. ItÉ it wasn't so
bad. Most of the guys were nice. A coupleÉ" Boomer absent-mindedly ran
his finger over the scar on his chin.

"Now, listen, we can work something out about payments. Maybe I can waive
my retainer and we'll do something about the payments."

There were looks of relief on both faces. Boomer asked, "You'll defend
him?" I nodded.

Then Boxer looked me in the eye and asked, "You mean, you'll let me do
stuff to pay down the bill, right?"

"Yes, of course. We'll figure out what and whenÉ"

"How about we start now?" Boxer again looked me directly in the eye and
grabbed his crotch outlining his cock and balls. I glanced over at Boomer
to see if he had seen what I had. "Dad won't mind. He's turn a trick or two
in his time too, haven't you, dad? And I know you're interested `cause you
popped a woody when looking at me."

Boomer blushed deeply but nodded agreement, "You can have one or both of
us, Mr Cooper. We've never done worked togetherÉ turning tricks, I mean,
butÉ why not?"

I returned the camera to Betsy and asked her to print out the pictures. I
snapped the deadbolt and turned to see two naked Burtons before me. Father
and son looked even more similar without clothes. Even their cocks were
similar about 6" cut. I hadn't taken two steps before they were on me
helping me out of my clothes.

Boxer shoved his cock into my hand and became business-like, "How about
$50.00 for a hand job, $100.00 for a blow and $200.00 for a fuck? We do to
you or you do to us? Agreed?"

I stroked that beautiful cock, "Sounds good to me, Boxer. What if I want to
play with your nipples for a few hours?" and I leaned in to suck those
hard, little erasers.

"Oh, ahhhh, that would be a freeby Mr Cooper," he pulled my head closer to
his chest.

I felt Boomer's warm mouth engulf my cock and could tell this was not the
first time he tasted cock. I pulled off the nipple with a nip, which made
Boxer moan, and took a chance and kissed the boy on the mouth. He hesitated
before returning my kiss with passion, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. My
hands roamed down his back feeling each muscle, every vertebra until they
reached the curve of his ass. His ass was as firm as his abdomens, yet
yielded to my pressure. I ran a finger along his crack brushing quickly
across his hole, which twitched in anticipation. My finger returned upward
stopping over the hole. I rubbed it a couple of times feeling Boxer pushing
back on my digit. I applied pressure and the tight little pucker opened
inviting me in. And in I went past two knuckles to the third.

Boxer growled `fuck me' in my ear.

I pulled my finger out, told Boomer to get my cock extra wet and bent Boxer
over the table and pushed my cock into that wonderful hot spot. I slid in
fairly easily for the first inch, sensed resistance and advanced again only
when the inner sphincter relaxed. It took a few minutes to get all 7" in
but the slow entry felt wonderful and was well worth it. Boxer encouraged
every movement forward with vocalizations.

I pulled out and spun Boxer around pushing him to the floor on his side. I
re-entered, not gently this time and began thrusting in earnest. I looked
at Boomer and told him to 69 with his son. There was some hesitance but
Boxer pulled at his father's legs. Soon I was witnessing their first sexual
contact with each other.

I managed to reach my pants and extract the cell phone. I dialled the
number I entered a couple of days before. A young voice answered, "Hi,
who's this?"

"Gavin Cooper. Who's this?"

"Hi, Nathan, is your grandfather handy?"

"Hey, Mr Cooper, how's your ass this afternoon? Hahaha. Yeah, grandpa's
here. He has Clarence's cock up his ass as usual. Hang on I'll give him the
phone."

A few grunts preceded Quentin's gruff voice asking Nathan `who is it?' É
"Gavin, my boy, how are you? What can I do for you?" I heard Clarence say
`Hi, Gavin' in the near distance.

"Actually, Quentin, it's what I can do for you. I have two studs here who
you would love to add to your stud farm there. Yeah, they are naked and
rutting with me right now. Father and son as a matter of fact. You still
paying? `Cause they need cash."

The judge replied, "Are they good?"

"Quentin, they are both built like brick shithouses and the boy has a
stomach you could wash clothes on." Boxer glanced up at me and smiled
around his father's cock.

"Get them over here asap. I'm below my quota of cock this week. Ryan's away
and the gardener is sick."

I laughed, "Well, I will check their social schedules and see when they can
make it. I'll bring them over as soon as they're available. See you
tomorrow."

Boomer pulled off Boxer's cock long enough to say, "Who's that and who has
social schedules?"

"If you guys are free to meet me here after the office closes tomorrow, say
4:30. You can follow me to this fellow's place. He pays guys to fuck him
and as I said to him he's going to love the two of you."

While on the phone, I was fucking Boxer slowly but now I increased my
pace. His incredibly tight ass hole and the milking action of his ass
muscles were a fantastic combination that brought me to climax much sooner
than I wanted but I could not hold back. I blasted Boxers guts with several
jets of cum.

I leaned over Boxer's side and took hold of those incredible nipples. I
pulled and twisted with some force. Boxer bucked against me, muttering,
`Fuck and damn. Harder.' And then he blew his load into his father's mouth
for the very first time. It was so hot to watch Boomer swallow every drop
of his son's cum before he unloaded his balls into Boxer's maw Ð also a
first.

I kissed Boxer and then Boomer tasting the delicious loads they just
shared. They then kissed, also a first, swapping flavours back and forth.

I hugged both men and thanked them. They thanked me for the sex and for
taking the case.

We dressed slowly. Well, I dressed slowly because I kept playing with both
men's nipples, planned our next case-related meeting and parted
company. Both Burtons signed and dated the photos I asked Betsy to put into
a new client file. She looked askance at me for taking a criminal case but
I explained it was for old times sake.

I was nice and relaxed on my drive home which was a good thing because
Geoff hauled me up to Garrett's bedroom for a quick fuck by a new
client. This fellow was a high school football player, 18, named Jamaal. He
had rich cocoa-coloured skin and the largest cock I had seen to date. I
just had to measure it before he shoved it in me Ð 9.5" and thick. It
hurt like hell going in as it stretched me further than I had been
stretched before. Jamaal was a powerfully built man and he put a lot of
force into his fucking. Fortunately for me fifteen minutes was all it took
to get him off.

As he left, Jamaal asked if I would be available for an overnight session.
I said depending on the date I certainly could make myself available. I was
to regret that certainty.


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