Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2012 10:58:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Fortune

I have always been blessed with good fortune. Born to parents who could
afford to give me all of what I needed and a good deal of what I wanted.
Athletic enough and smart enough to get through high school with relative
ease. Grades good enough to get me into one of the best university and then
one of the leading law schools. Attractive enough to have my pick of women
and, finally, to pick a great wife. Lucky enough to father three sons with
a lot of me and the better parts of their mother so they have grown up
strong, healthy good looking. A strong enough work ethic to build thriving
practice so I can give my sons everything my parents gave me and more.

But there has been something lacking in my life or some time. In university
I lucked out in the matter of my undergrad roommate. I chose to live in the
dorm so I could do a little growing up, and growing away from my parents.
The university teamed me up with a total stranger as a roommate and at
first it seemed we had little in common. I was a big city kid from an
affluent background; he was a country boy on scholarship who had to work
part-time to afford to eat while attending. I liked classic movies; he
preferred movies where things blew up regularly. I was a night owl; he
awoke at the crack of dawn - literally.

Physically there was more similarity than differences. We were both very
athletic, very active so in great shape. I was, am, 5'11'; he 6'.  Our
weight was within 5 pounds. We both had brown hair, mine lighter with red
highlights [from my mom]; his was darker, almost black. And I know it
sounds like a girl thing, but we discovered we could fit into each other's
clothes so we doubled our wardrobes - well, he did, as mine was the larger
collection of clothes.

We didn't start sharing clothes until we had been living together for a
couple of months. He had a date and wanted to look `classier' than normal
for her. I lent him some expensive slacks, a button-down dress shirt and a
swanky jacket.  He looked great when he left and, when he returned the next
morning, he could not thank me enough for the loan.

It was after that that we moved from being friendly roommates to friends.
We discovered our differences actually broadened our horizons and our
scope.  Similar things made us laugh and turned us on. I went for blondes
and red heads and he for brunettes and raven-hairs so we could go out
together and not hit on the same girls.

I had a car, he didn't, but since we began double-dating a lot my car got a
lot of action front seat and back. It was after a less than successful
double date we discovered something else we had in common. Neither of us
got beyond a little over-the-clothing petting and both of us were horny as
hell when we got back to our room.

We had both had a few drinks, not to the point of being drunk, but
definitely feeling good. As we undressed, we were joking around about how
horny we were. He slipped down the front of his briefs and showed off his
hard on; I returned the favour. We were very similar in size. Mine a bit
thicker, his with a bigger head; both a good 7.5".

That night was the first of many we gave each other relief as buddies
do. Over the next year and a half, after many a frustrating date, we would
give each other hand jobs and eventually blowjobs to help the other get
through the night. We both continued to date women but could rely on not
having to jerk off alone.

But then he fell in love with the daughter of a fundamentalist minister.
Suddenly for him sex was for marriage only - and gay marriage wasn't even a
blip on the horizon back then - and gay sex was forbidden, if not evil. He
took to changing in his closet, the hypocrite.

After we graduated and were roommates no more, we rarely spoke. I got an
invitation to the wedding. I said I would come with a date but then
childishly played soccer that day and stiffed them for the extra meals. We
haven't spoken since.

So how was all this `good fortune'? Because it introduced me to man-to-man
sex and that sex was great. Since my own marriage, to which my roommate was
not invited, I have only indulged occasionally, sweet anonymous sex in the
park along one of my jogging routes. I really enjoy the excitement of
anonymous sex and I enjoy the feel of another man's body. I have even
enjoyed the thrill of paying some young guy to get my rocks off when I was
on business trips.

So I am a happily married, successful lawyer with three great kids who
happens to like to get it on with guys once in awhile. In other words not
atypical. That is until that fateful day in July...

I woke that day and on the spur of the moment phoned in to the office that
I was taking the day off, as senior partner I could do that. I got up and
headed for `that' jogging route - the one with the park. It took 45 minutes
to get to the park but unfortunately that day there was no action, so,
after an hour of jogging around the park, I headed home, sweaty, tuckered,
and horny as hell.

It was almost 10 am when I reached home. The house was very still, my wife
was at work and I assumed my sons were doing what they did during the
summer, the older two at work and the youngest at summer day camp. I
stripped off my sweaty gear in the laundry room and headed upstairs for a
shower. I got no further than the top of the stairs when a noise alerted me
to someone in the house.

To the right of the stairs were the boys' rooms, from where the noise
emanated. I walked quietly toward the source thinking there was an
intruder. Outside Garrett's room, I heard a grunt. Followed by another.
Intrigued I eased the door open expecting to see a stranger trying to lug
off my eldest's desktop computer. Instead there was Garrett, my eldest,
stark naked on his back, legs in the air. Kneeling at the Garrett's butt
end was Steve, my youngest son's best friend, also stark naked, driving his
13 year old cock into 19 year old Garrett's ass. Garrett grunted each time
Steve thrust forward.

I stood, naked, mesmerized by the sight before me.  My cock was hard in an
instant. I drank in the sight of my son's 6'1" long, lean frame doubled
over as he was fucked. He was sweaty indicating this had been going on for
some time. The sweat emphasized Garrett's freckled skin and red hair, a
legacy from his mother.

Steve was a good 5 inches shorter, slender, blond and tanned. He had a nice
approximately 6" cock which he was driving forcefully into my son. His ass
clenched with each thrust presenting a hard firm bubble butt for my
enjoyment.

I was distracted by a business-like voice hidden from me behind the door,
"Five minutes left. Better blow your load, Stevie." It was my youngest
Geoffrey.

I pushed the door open further. Geoff turned making eye contact and without
missing a beat said, "Oh, hi Dad," as though what was happening on the bed
was perfectly normal. I instantly took in that Geoff was also stark naked
and hard.

"Uh... hi, son," I stammered. Garrett's eye flew open.

I was hardly the stern father figure at that moment as I was naked as a
jaybird and hard as a rock. Steve turned in my direction, "Hi Mr. Cooper.
Looking good, Mr C." as his eyes swept my body.

Garrett had the decency to look aghast and tried to raise himself onto his
elbows. Steve leaned forward pushing Garrett's legs back to his chest, "I
still have time," but he rammed forward and froze as he obviously shot his
load into my son's ass. Obvious because his ass cheeks clenched and
strained as he did so. "Fucking A, Gar. Worth every penny as always." Steve
withdrew from Garrett's ass; he was still hard and made no attempt to hide
from me.

Geoff rose and, very business-like, "Great, Steve, same time tomorrow?"
Steve nodded as he collected his clothes. Once dressed he sauntered past
brushing his hand across my naked butt, "Bye, Mr C."

My response was routine. "Uh, bye, Steve. Say hi to your parents for me." I
think I was in shock--`say hi to your parents' good grief.

Garrett was on his feet clutching a pillow in front of his groin. He was
blushing as only a red head can, over his entire body.

Geoff sat on the bed without trying to hide anything.

"What the hell is going on?" I demanded looking from one to another and
then after Steve, "What..."

"Dad, calm down..." Geoff started.

"Calm down? Calm down! How can I calm down? I just saw... I... I...  What
the hell did I just see?" I looked at Garrett but Geoff responded.

"It was just a business transaction, Dad. Nothing to get excited about."

"Geoff, Steve is 13 Garrett is 19. Do you have any idea how many laws were
just broken here? Statutory rape, contributing to the delinquency of a
minor..."

Geoff scoffed, "Rape? No one got raped, Dad. Stop being so lawyery."

"Lawyery? I am a lawyer... no, that is not the point. Garrett, what..." I
could not form a coherent question for my eldest.

Garrett blushed a deeper shade of pink, "Dad, breathe... We can
explain. Sit down before you fall down." He directed me to the chair Geoff
had just vacated. I could feel Geoff's residual body heat.  He sat on the
bed next to Geoff, "Okay, it's like this. University is expensive..." I
nodded. "Linda [his girlfriend] is expensive..."  I nodded. "I needed extra
money..." I started to speak. "I know you and Mom would give me more if I
asked but I needed, no, I wanted this for the extras and I didn't want you
guys to give me more for stuff I wanted not needed." I nodded and smiled at
his acknowledgement of the lessons we tried to instil in the boys. "So, I
decided to get a part-time job. And a friend from high school hooked me
up."

"Hooked you up? Who? To what?" I interjected.

`You remember Cameron from the swim team?" I nodded. "Well, in high school
he always had extra cash. We thought he might be selling drugs but he
wasn't. I ran across him a couple of months ago and we had dinner and a few
drinks. He whipped out cash to pay and I asked him where he got it."

He stopped and I felt need to prompt him, "And... what did he say?"

Garrett gave a deep sigh and continued, "Cam never sold drugs. He sold...
himself." I must have looked confused, "He worked as a male prostitute, a
hustler, that's what they're called." I could have told him I knew that and
how I knew that but I didn't interrupt. "In high school he got a job as an
escort... I know he was underage and all that, nonetheless, for a few dates
a week he could bring in a few hundred a week. He and I talked and he
introduced me to the company he worked for and as they say the rest is
history."

"You work as an escort?!?!"

"Yes, Dad. I have been for about five months now. Do you hate me?"

I sat beside him on the bed and hugged him close, "Never, son, I could
never hate you. ... I think I'm ... I don't know..." I was suddenly aware I
was naked and I was hugging my teenaged son who was also naked. "I don't
know how to describe what I am feeling right now."  I got a glimpse of
Geoff on the other side. `Hold it. You didn't get Geoff a job too, did
you?"

"Dad, he's 13."

"I know that but..."

Geoff piped up, "No, Dad, Gar and I have a side venture."

"A side venture? A side... Garrett, explain please before my head
explodes."

"I keep a record of my dates on my computer. You know, things like who and
what they like to do, what they paid and stuff like that. One day I went
down to get something to eat and left the file open. Snoopy here went into
my room..."

"Geoff, how many times have you been told to not snoop in your brothers'
things?" Geoff just shrugged.

"... anyway, he was reading the file when I came back. I got mad at
him. He... well, he made me a proposition."

"A proposition?"

Geoff took up the tale, "I figured we could become partners. Not in the
stuff he was already doing but in other stuff."

"Other stuff? Explain."

Garrett pulled Geoff closer, "He suggested he could bring me some uh...
`clients' outside the agency and we would split the proceeds. Steve is one
of those `clients'. These are younger guys, horny guys, who pay whatever
and I get 60% and Squirt here gets 40%...  and he gets to watch."

"If the guy will let me watch, not all do," Geoff pouted.

"Where do you find these ... `clients', Geoff?"

"Well, let's see, school mostly. School was still in when we started. And
around the neighbourhood. At the mall. And even a few girls, but I don't
like watching that stuff." He grimaced at the thought.

"Are they all as young as Steve?" Both boys shook their heads. "How many
are we talking about here?"

Geoff jumped up and ran from the room saying, "I got that," as he left. I
admired his cute little ass as he fled. He was back in instant with a
school notebook. I admired his cute little front as he returned. He proudly
showed me the ledger he made, "See." It indicated the number of clientele
and the revenue.

"Geoff is the business manager slash promoter," Garrett actually tousled
his little brother's hair, something Geoff would have objected to before.
This time Geoff affectionately head-butted his brother's chest. It was
heart-warming to see.

"I have a more detailed one on my computer," my budding entrepreneur said,
"One that gives details like names and what they like to do and things.
Just like Gar does for his business."

"I am very impressed with this little sideline, guys. I am impressed with
your revenues, too. Guess I don't have to give you any more allowance."
Both objected to this, Geoff more so as he was still 13 and didn't catch
the joke. " But there is some overhead expenses not accounted for in your
calculations here."

Geoff grabbed the notebook and scrutinized the pages, "What expenses?  What
offerhead?"

"Overhead," Garrett corrected his little brother, "What overhead, Dad?"

"Well, I don't see anything in these accounts to cover the business
essentials nor do I see anything covering the cost of your place of
business."

"Business essentials? Place of business? You mean..."

"Business essentials: condoms, lubricants, washing and replacing the
sheets, wear and tear on bed. Place of business: rental on your business
address." I gestured at the room.

Geoff looked confused as he looked around the room trying to figure it out.

Garrett picked it up immediately, "You mean... we owe you `rent'," he made
the sign for quotation marks at rent.

"Exactly."

Geoff still hadn't caught on, "How much do you want us to pay you, Dad?"

"He doesn't want money, Squirt."

"But then... what? I don't understand."

"Dad wants to take his rent in trade," Garrett patiently explained and
caught the next question from the look on Geoff's face, "Trade means he
will accept some of our product. Right, Dad?"

"That's right, son."

Geoff's face brightened as he finally got it, "You mean you want to
fu... do stuff with us?"

"Fuck, Geoff, it is okay to say it. Well, amongst the three of us. Don't
try it in front of your mother. But when we are together I give you
permission. In fact I insist on it." Looking at my youngest, "Geoff, do you
do more than watch your brother at work?"

Geoff's turn to blush. Garrett responded for him, `My little business
partner likes to do my... fuck my ass, as often as he can. He rams than
little cock of his into me and fucks like crazy."

"And, in return, you get to...?"

"Well, so far, I get to let him fuck me or I get to suck him."  Garrett
looked mischievously at me. "But that is going to change, isn't it, Dad?"

"Damn straight... or damn fucking right it is!" I moved my hand under the
pillow Garrett still held, grabbing his cock for the first time since I
bathed him.  "Geoff, start sucking your brother."

But, Dad, I don't..."

"Geoffrey, now! Or... your share of the rental and business essentials
comes out of your share of the money. Off the top."

My little entrepreneur immediately dropped his head into his brother's lap
and began sucking.

I took hold of Garrett's head and planted a wet very, not-fatherly kiss on
his lips. Garrett responded with his tongue and we fenced back and forth. I
pulled back and asked, "How's he doing?"

"Damn good for a virgin cocksucker."

"Geoff, start sucking my cock now." There was no hesitation this time. I
manoeuvred Garrett so I could taste his cock for the first time. It was
wonderful. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time and he produced a
good deal of pre-cum, just like his old man. I dove down to his red pubes
and inhaled the scent of him while tonguing the underside of his cock. Then
pulled back to nurse on the head savouring the pre-cum. Then back to the
pubes.

While I mouthed my son's cock, my hand sank to his balls and gently rolled
and tugged them. Garrett moaned in pleasure. Keeping my palm on his balls
my fingers explored further. Garrett opened his legs giving me access to
the treasure between them. His puckered asshole pulsed at my touch. He was
still wet from Steve's assault and he was well practiced at accepting
things into his ass so my finger entered easily. Garrett pushed back onto
my finger, groaning as he did so. I introduced a second and then a third
using a fucking motion Garrett obviously enjoyed judging by the amount of
pre-cum he was producing and the noises he was making.

Meanwhile, little Geoff was doing his best to make sure I didn't confiscate
any money from him. In other words, he was going to town on my cock. He
couldn't get the whole thing in his mouth but he was doing his best. I
pulled off Garrett's cock, not wanting him to cum too soon and focused on
Geoff. I pushed his head further onto my cock. He choked but gamely
struggled on.

"Face fuck him, Dad. Give it to him."

I gestured for Garrett to swing Geoff around so his ass was more
accessible, "Eat his ass, son. Get him good and wet." Garrett swung to with
alacrity. Geoff began moaning around my cock, increasing my pleasure.

I was so excited and turned on by the fact I was playing sexually with two
of my beloved sons. "Get ready, Geoff, here comes your first drink of daddy
milk." He tried to pull off entirely but I kept his mouth over the head of
my cock. "Take it, son." And I blasted seven or eight shots of cum into his
mouth. He tried to swallow it all but it dribbled from his lips. I pulled
him up and kissed him in that non-fatherly way, tasting my cum in his
mouth. "Give some to your brother, too." And I was favoured with the sight
of my sons french kissing.

I positioned myself so I lay beside the two of them, "Garrett, I want you
to pop your brother's cherry. ... Fuck him." Geoff started to protest, I
cut it off, "Only fair. You have fucked your brother many times now he gets
to return the favour."

Garrett was all in favour and moved quickly behind Geoff who was on his
hands and knees. Geoff was still wet from the rim job and Garrett rubbed
his cock along his brother's crack, finally stopping at the hole. "Here it
comes, Squirt. Revenge," he sounded as though he was going to force it in
but Garrett slowly slid forward. I watched Geoff's face twist in pain.

"Geoff, listen to me, breathe, baby. In and out. The pain will go away, I
promise. Push back. Remember Garrett would never do anything to harm
you. The pain will pass. Deep breathes. That's my boy."

Garrett was practiced; he stopped and allowed his little brother to get
used to the feeling. Once he sensed relaxation in the ass muscles he moved
forward just a little bit. It did not take long before Geoff was relaxed
enough for Garrett the jam his entire 6" in. I loved watching one son fuck
the other; I took hold of Geoff's 5" beauty and stroked him in rhythm of
his brother's thrusts.

I reached around and fingered Garrett's ass. We three synced our movements
and Geoff erupted, spewing cum all over his brother's bed seconds before
Garrett's tightening ass told me he was flooding his brother's tight
no-longer-virgin ass with his cum in return.

I was hard again and had to get off again. Garrett was my target. He was
still inside Geoff when I drove into his ass. Despite getting fucked
frequently, he was still tight and he squeezed my cock further. I leaned
forward to whisper in his ear, "Christ, you have a hot ass, son. I am going
to love fucking you regularly. Paying you. Fucking my hustler son. Getting
kinky with my son the hustler."

He responded in kind, "Yeah, do me, Dad. Pay me and you can do anything to
me. Make me do all kinds of stuff. Fuck me. Piss on me. Spank me. Tie me
up. Fist me. I want you to all sorts of things. Fuck me hard, Dad."

I did. I pulled out all the way then rammed all the way in. I thrust as
hard as I could, pushing him into his little brother. The dirty talk from
my son was too much; that and his incredible ass. I blew my load deep into
his ass. As I did he shot a second load into his brother.

Once I softened, which took some time as Garrett continued to squeeze my
cock with his ass, I flopped onto the bed, exhausted but sated. Garrett
snuggled up on one side and Geoff the other. I took it in turns to kiss and
caress them.

"Dad, were you serious about paying Garrett?"

"I think so, son. Why?"

"I was just thinking of how much to charge you."

Garrett and I both laughed. "Something else to consider, Geoffrey. How much
are you going to charge me to fuck you?"

He looked at me in surprise then his face scrunched up in thought.

Garrett said, "From the looks of it, Pops, you may need to take out a
second mortgage."

Once the laughter died down, I asked the boys, "One thing I want to know,
is your brother Gregory part of all this?"


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