Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2013 03:25:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Gustav Rennick Subject: Good Fortune part 13 Good Fortune part 13 From Part 12 "So, Dad, did you like being tied up? Can we do it again?" I disappointed both teens by answering, "It was okay. I don't think it turns me on as much as it does Mr Myshyniuk." I had just enough time to finish the weeding and to prepare the barbeque for the family al fresco meal before my wife returned bearing her mother's baking. My mother-in-law is a great baker and is convinced the boys don't eat enough. We had a great family meal which included both Garrett's and Greg's girlfriends as well as a couple of Greg's co-workers. The evening was very enjoyable and there wasn't even a bare cock in sight. What good fortune I have. Part 13 Geoff, my wife and I went to church Sunday morning, staying afterward to help with the charity event to raise funds for the church's food bank. Everything was fine and the event successful until a news crew from Channel 9 arrived. Other stations had sent crews to do human-interest pieces with no issues, but Channel 9's approach was a little different. Things started off like all the others with background shots of the people milling about but then He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named stepped out of the van. I purposefully stood as close to where he was being filmed to overhear him. As I suspected he did a little bit about the purpose of event but then, as was the way of the far right-wing media, he launched into an attack on the church for allowing gay marriages to be performed in our church. He started talking about our congregation supporting the abomination of gay marriage specifically and gays in general. I now purposefully walked from out of sight behind the scene to stand right in front of the hypocrite. I said nothing, just stood there. He glanced up and once he recognized me he froze in his delivery. He went white as a ghost, called for a retake and I moved closer to him. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named stammered into his microphone. I crossed my arms and glared at him, silently daring him to continue his hypocritical rant. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named shifted his focus off to the side but I moved over to stand in front of him again. Once more he stammered to a halt. And surrendered, "This isn't going to work, guys," he said to his crew, "Let's call it quits. Now." He spun on his heel and left the scene. Members of our congregation clapped and I felt a surge of pride at having stopped this particular `news' piece from being finished. I had no doubt they would still broadcast something hateful but He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named was now on notice that our church was not a safe place for his bigotry. My little secret triumph buoyed my spirits and I increased my donation to the cause, hugged my wife and son, and took them off to a fancy restaurant for an early supper. During supper Geoff received a text and excused himself from the table we forbade texting at the table during meals. On returning, he explained, "Sorry about that. That was Masood, he had a question for me." Geoff looked at me meaningfully. I nodded understanding Masood wanted to get together with me then I nodded agreement. Geoff understood and excused himself to go to the bathroom so he could book me a session. We finished our meal and departed. Geoff whispered in my ear when my wife could not hear, "6:30 at the trailer." I smiled at my little entrepreneur who so enthusiastically sold my ass whenever possible. Back home, I changed into jogging gear as an excuse to go out and made my way to the trailer, beating young Masood by seconds. Even though we had gotten together several times over the past couple of weeks, quiet Massod was still shy around me. Once inside the trailer, I slowly stripped Masood of his clothes, fell to my knees and began providing oral comfort to his 5" cock. He was hard in an instant and began face-fucking me with his usual energy. He stopped me before cumming and pulled me upright. The lad stripped off my clothes, as he liked to do, and led me by my cock to the bed. There he pushed me onto my back and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. The 12-year-old virgin of a couple of weeks ago was now an expert in knowing what he wanted sexually. Masood's slim 5" cock slid into my ass and he began a slow, steady fuck that felt comfortable and familiar. I loved the way my quiet partner didn't announce his impending orgasm as so many others did. Other than the look of satisfaction on his face and the feeling of warmth spreading in my bowels I might never know when he came. It took him only ten minutes of fucking to blow his load tonight. He leaned forward, gave me a quick peck on the lips and whispered, `Thank you' before climbing from the bed and retrieving his clothes. He was gone by the time I reached my clothes, but I hadn't dressed before Steve let himself in. I stopped and smiled. Steve was naked and hard by the time we reached the bed. He stopped me from getting onto the bed; he simply pushed me forward and, while standing, drove his 6" deep into me. In contrast to Masood, Steve was always an aggressive fucker who pounded me with enthusiasm and wild energy. Steve was also more vocal than Masood, "Damn, your ass feels good on my cock, Mr.C. I could fuck you every day. Ten or twelve times a day, if I could. Yeah, squeeze your ass like that again. Oh, shit, going to cum. AHHH!" Steve never paused before pulling out and leaving after he came, usually a quick `good bye' occasionally a `thank you' and he was gone. Not a romantic our Steve. I slowly dressed, and decided to jog for a while. I headed off for the treed parkland where I had encountered the judge and his brood. I looked into the clearing where Smith entertained his grandsons but no luck. Not a good thing when you're as horny as I. As I stood there pondering whether to jerk off before continuing my jog, I heard someone coming into the clearing from the opposite side. It was not a member of the Smith clan but a teen of about 16-17 who looked as disappointed as I at not seeing the judge. He spotted me and almost bolted. I grabbed my crotch and he stopped. He smiled slyly and moved forward, "A friend of the judge?" "You bet, I was hoping he would be here. You too, I gather." "Sure as shit. I need to plug the old man and get off. Any suggestions?" It was obviously a rhetorical question, as he dropped the front of his sweat pants to expose his balls and cock. A lovely 6" cock surrounded by thick brown pubic hair. I pushed my jogging shorts and jockstrap to my knees and replied, "You want mouth or ass?" "Fucking A, ass, man. Show me your ass." I turned. In an instant he was behind me, "Great looking ass, man. Here it comes." And he slammed his cock into me. It might have hurt had I not just had two cocks up there. "Shit, man, there's cum in your ass. Who fucked you?" "A couple of teen studs like you." "Fucking righteous. You're a fucking slut like the judge, aren't you?" "Damn right. Now fuck, stud, fuck me hard." His hammering increased. `That's it. Give me what I need." "Damn, are all old guys such sluts? Your hole is as tight as a virgin pussy despite having been fucked before. How many loads am I fucking into you?" "Just two unfortunately." "Well, here comes number three." His doubled his attack rate and filled my ass with load number three minutes later. Like Steve he pulled out immediately and pulled up his sweats. "You come here often, man. Wouldn't mind ramming this ass again." "I'm here once in a while. No schedule." "Well, till next time, man." He turned and left the way he came. I stood motionless for a moment then slowly pulled up my shorts. `I wonder what his name is?' I chuckled to myself. "Whoever he is he is quite perceptive. I am a slut. Three fucks in an hour. I am a slut." I announced to the trees as I jogged back down the path. I was still chuckling when I got home. Garrett cornered me in the kitchen as I entered, "Hi, Dad, Sean's lined up another gig for us." "Not with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, I hope." "No, it's with a convention in town Monday to Wednesday. A couple of guys have requested some entertainment after hours Tuesday. Not us together but Sean thought you should see a `normal' session before you get discouraged. You up for it?" I frowned, "Convention. So that means old men with saggy stomachs. I don't know" Garrett saw through my faade, "Yes, Dad, guys with cocks for you to enjoy. I'll tell Sean you're in, okay." I kissed him quickly and told him to go ahead. I nipped off to the shower. I resisted jerking off and, instead, fucked my wife twice. Monday passed fairly quickly, the highlight being an email from Sean giving me the details of Tuesday's engagement. A `hospitality' suite [I loved the euphemisms used in the business] had been booked in the hotel next to convention hotel, two bedrooms so Garrett and I would be entertaining separately but at the same time. Sean also mentioned the photographer would be calling tonight to book our session for the `catalogue'. I wasn't home five minutes before the photographer phoned. The first session would just be me clothed and naked but no hard or action shots yet. We agreed to meet Tuesday in the hospitality suite before the convention session. I packed a couple of different outfits for the photo shoot and told my wife I may not be home because of a late meeting with a client from out of town which might require staying at the hotel. Not a complete lie. The photographer was an attractive, naturally, short fellow named Sakito. He carried a plethora of cameras so that it looked like he was about to embark on photo safari rather than shooting a single, white male in a hotel room. Sakito was all business. He took several shots of me in my suit then several shots as I changed out of the suit into more casual attire. Several more shots and then, as I changed again, some shots of me nude. He abruptly announced we were finished, packed up and left. I redressed in my suit and sat mentally preparing for whatever, or whoever, would come through the door. The first person to arrive was Garrett dressed in his best preppy college student look. I greeted him as `Will' and announced my professional name as `Charles'. We both laughed as we practiced calling each other by our hustler names while pretending we didn't know each other that well. It was well into the evening before a knock announced our first client. He was a short, stocky fellow about 60 who looked extremely nervous. When he took off his suit jacket I could tell why he was nervous. His convention nametag, pinned to the inside of the jacket, declared he was attending a conference hosted by the Institute for the Preservation of Family and Marriage an extreme reactionary organization that opposed gays, gay marriage, marriage between races and practically everything progressive. I put aside my personal revulsion and spoke politely to the creep who chose to be entertained by my son. I was pacing furiously to vent when the next guest arrived. Like the first this fellow was about 60, overweight and nervous. In the bedroom, I asked what he wanted. I got a stammered non-response. "I see, let me guess Time for your annual ass fucking, right?" I didn't feel like being diplomatic with this hypocrite. He nodded. "Giving or receiving?" "Uh getting uh, receiving." "Alright, get yourself ready." As he stripped I shed my own clothes and put on a condom, not something I usually used but there was something about this guy that made me squirm. Once he was on his knees, I lubed up and shoved my cock up his ass hard. He groaned in pain but, frankly, I did not care. Within minutes, however, he was moaning in pleasure as I pounded his ass, "Yeah, give it to me hard! I need it hard! Punish me like I deserve!" `Oh, my God," I thought, `he sees fucking as punishment for being gay. I think I am going to be sick.' I wasn't and, like a true professional, I pounded his flabby ass until he shot his load. He departed quickly, obviously ashamed of having enjoyed himself. I pulled on my pants and shirt and returned to the living room of the suite. Garrett was already there similarly attired, "Well, wasn't that fun?" he asked rhetorically. "According to Sean there will be one more. I'll do him if you want to leave." "Thanks, son, but I'll wait with you. I cannot believe these anti-gay men would actually book hustlers for sex during their anti-gay convention. Weird." "Probably the only time they get away from their own communities and can get laid safely." "I suppose you're right but" I didn't finish as a knock announced the last customer of the session. I let him in. This one was about 40 and in reasonably good shape. He studied each of us in turn and pointed at Garrett who led him into the bedroom. I settled onto the couch and flicked on the news while waiting. Within half an hour the two of them emerged. Garrett plopped down beside me and laid his head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around hum. "Somehow I feel dirty," he said, "It's funny I have had sex with dozens of clients and always felt good afterward. This lot" "I know what you mean, son, I know what you mean. Let's take a shower." We climbed into the large shower with the rainfall showerhead and let the hot water drench us. We soaped each other, gently wiping away the sensation of disgust we both felt. As I soaped his cock and balls, Garrett gave me a kiss. He took the soap and cleaned my genitals, his hand feeling soft and gentle. I kissed him, before falling slowly to my knees to kiss and suckle on his cock and balls. He stiffened slightly but didn't get fully hard which was fine as I don't think sex was my objective. I just wanted to enjoy being with my son. Garrett pulled me to my feet and returned the favour with oral attention to my genitals. Like him I didn't get fully hard, I just savoured the sensation. When he stood we hugged and stood under the hot water letting it cascade over us. Finally, Garrett whispered in my ear, "This is great, Dad, but my fingers are turning into prunes, and you know what that means" I reluctantly pulled away from that comforting hug and looked him in the eye, "It's time to get out of the water." We both laughed, remembering how I used that prune line on him as a child to coax him out of the water. We dried each other's bodies and slowly dressed before leaving. I decided to not stay overnight as the room reeked of the sour feel of hypocrisy. At the entrance of the hotel I stopped to fill my lungs with fresh air. As we passed by the convention hotel next door, I heard my name. I turned and saw a flash from my past. "Gavin Cooper as I live and breathe. How are you?" It was my college roommate exiting the hotel. He was about 40 pounds heavier, balding with the pallor of someone never in the sun. "Erich Stumpff, what are you doing here?" I said in my best imitation of pleasure. "Here for the big conference, just heading home. And you?' I realized he was attending the same conference as his gay anti-gay brethren. It was tempting to say `just fucking some of your fellow conference goers' but I didn't. "My son and I were just wrapping up some business next door," was my actual reply, "Erich, this is my eldest son, Garrett. Garrett, my college roommate, Erich Stumpff." The two exchanged polite greetings. "So, you said `heading home' does that mean you are back living here?" "Yes, we moved here in July. I am the new Vice-President of Production at Wilmington and Reynolds." "Congratulations." "Thanks. You still trying that law thing?" he asked in a condescending tone. Before I could respond, Garrett jumped to my defence, "Yes, Dad, is a partner in one of the biggest national law firms in the country. A senior partner." I could see Garrett was red with indignation at Erich's feeble attempt to belittle me so I didn't correct him that I was only a senior partner locally not nationally. I felt it best to get Garrett away from Erich, so I said, "Well, it has been along day for all of us. Good night, Erich. Come, Gar." Before we were out of earshot, Garrett erupted, "That jerk! `Trying that law thing.' Who the hell does he think he is?" "Breathe, Gar, breathe. He isn't worth it." I led the conversation in different directions until we reached our vehicles, "Now drive carefully. Remember I love you." He gave me a hug and peck on the cheek, "I love you, too, Dad. See you later." The following morning I took off for an early morning jog, hoping for a little action in the woods. I was not disappointed. The judge wasn't there but Nathan and Boxer were, and they weren't alone. It took me a moment to recognize the ass Nathan was plugging belonged to my anonymous partner of the other day. Boxer was deep in an ass I did not recognize. My legal client flashed me a smile when I appeared, "Hey Mr C. Come for some fun?" Nathan grinned, "A couple of new asses for you, Gavin. Or mouths, if you prefer." He pointed at the teen beneath him, "This is Ezekiel and that's Jeremiah. They're brothers. Grandpa's been enjoying their cocks for a few weeks now." "And your grandfather is?" "You know, Judge oh, you mean where is he..." Nathan laughed at his own confusion, "he's talking at some law symposium out East. Join us. Shove your cock in one of them." Not one to refuse a blowjob I offered my cock to Ezekiel who happily sucked me in. Close enough to Boxer I was able to run my hand over his amazing ass. "You gonna fuck me, Mr C? I'm ready for you to fuck me, again." "Who am I to refuse an opportunity to make a client happy?" I pulled my cock from Ezekiel's mouth and shuffled over to Boxer and, with only Ezekiel's saliva as lube, slid my cock into that hot ass. "That's the stuff! Fuck me good," moaned Boxer. I leaned forward and nibbled on his ear lobe. From beneath Boxer I heard, "Oh, yeah, drive him up my ass, sir! Fuck us both good, sir!" With that encouragement, I began pounding Boxer even harder than I had intended. The force of my thrusts pushed Boxer forward onto Jeremiah's back and propelled the latter from hands and knees to his stomach. I really got into it now, pulling out entirely and ramming back in all the way. "Fucking Christ, Mr C. I'm cumming!" "Yeah, breed my marine ass, dude! Fill me up!" Both men below me bucked and trembled as they blew their loads. I swear Boxer's ass muscles were trying to snap my cock off in his hole. Applause intruded as Nathan and Ezekiel clapped in appreciation of our performance. I feel back onto my heels, pulling out of Boxer as I did. Boxer eased out of Jeremiah who, in turn, moved fluidly from the ground to a standing position in an instance. Jeremiah was a few years older than Ezekiel, beautifully fit and sported the high-and-tight haircut of a marine, that status confirmed by the Marine Corps tattoo on his right pec. "Great fuck, Box. And you too, sir," instead of saluting me as I thought he was about to do Jeremiah dropped to his knees and proceeded to clean my cock. Ezekiel moved behind his older brother and lapped at the latter's asshole in an effort to get all of the hot cum Boxer had just deposited there. Nathan was cleaning Boxer's cock but took a moment to look at me and say, "Great addition to the Judge Smith stable of studs, don't you think, Gavin?" "I would have to agree, Nathan." I replied. Looking down at Jeremiah, I asked, "Now that you have me hard again, marine, what do you intended to do about it?" Jeremiah gave me a smirk and snapped, "Sir, presenting ass, sir!" and he did. I have always believed in supporting our troops and giving them what they need, so I rammed my 7.5" full force into the marine's ass. "Sir, thank you, sir! Sir, harder, sir!" I did my best to give him what he needed. I was helped in my effort when Nathan crammed his thick cock up my exposed ass. Feedback is always welcome. 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