Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 22:54:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Gustav Rennick Subject: Good Fortune part 19 Good Fortune Part 19 From Part 18 Boxer shot copious amounts of cum across the polished surface of my conference table. Sterling bent over and began licking up that hot cream then shot his own load in Boomer's eager mouth. I continued long-cocking Boxer and ordered Boomer to feed his son his cock. Boxer deep throated his dad's cock while Boomer and I kissed, sharing Sterling's load between us. Boomer came first, flooding his son's mouth. And then I pulled out of Boxer's ass shooting my load all over his back. As I expected, Sterling instantly elected to clean up my client's sweaty back doing a very thorough job of it. Another very satisfactory client meeting, if I do say so myself. Such Good Fortune to have such a client. Part 19 The following week was a quiet one for me. While Garrett entertained some of his regular agency clients, Geoff would just say he was working on something for me. I was disappointed. Disappointed in not having strange cock rammed into my ass but I managed to get by with Geoff and Steve pounding me daily, sometimes three or four times a day if I would let them. Geoff reminded Garrett and me of the session with Randy and Jamaal. The session was set up for Friday night after the local high school Divisional football game. Other than that we were told nothing. Friday night, Garrett, Geoff and I went to the game to cheer on our clients' team which managed a hard-fought win for the Divisional title. As the final minutes ticked away, Geoff handed me a slip of paper with the address of a motel on the edge of town, and a room key, and told us to meet the clients there in half an hour. We confessed ourselves a little confused as this varied from the regular routine of these clients but neither of us analysed it too deeply Ð the guys apparently wanted a change. Garrett and I arrived at the motel and let ourselves into the designated cabin. It was at the back of the property overlooking the river. The large living room with two king-sized beds each in a separate alcove. Curiouser and curiouser. We sat and waited pondering what was going on. A sudden commotion on the front porch put an end to our speculation. In walked Randy and Jamaal. Fifteen other members of the team all still in uniform and still sweaty from their recent gridiron efforts immediately followed them. "Good you're here," said Randy. "We are anxious to start." "Hey, wait, one damn minute. I ain't no fag," protested one jock, echoed by many others. Jamaal stood to his full height and got into the face of the main protester, "You saying Randy and me is fags? We ain't no fags but after last year we wanted whores who could take what we dishing." I did not like the sound of that. "Yeah, last year those bitches complained when we got a little rough and they left. With our money. Now, no one here is a fag and it don't matter. There are two mouths to suck our cocks and two holes to fuck. Tight holes. Jamaal and me test drove these two and they can take it rough. So get over it and get it on. They are here for the night. Ours to do with what we want. Celebration time!" "What?!?!" Garrett and I said simultaneously. "Yeah, didn't Geoff tell you? You guys are the celebration for our win tonight. Division champions!" "Now wait just one minute, young man. This isÉ" I attempted to put an end to this immediately. "No, old man," Randy replied with sarcasm, "we paid good money for you two and we mean to get our money's worth." "RandyÉ," Garrett's turn to protest. "Can it, Garrett, I told the guys we would have a sure thing to fuck tonight and we are going to fuck a sure thing tonight." His voice hardened, "Even if we have to take it." I looked around the room at the fifteen hulking teenage athletes who had edged closer as we protested. Several were nodding agreement at Randy's words and several pawed at their crotches. We were out-numbered and out-muscled. One, or perhaps two, of these guys we could have fought off but not an entire team pumped up on adrenaline and testosterone. I tried another tack, "If we yell the motel will hearÉ" One player, a stocky black boy, laughed, "Not a chance. My dad owns the place and he gave us this cabin because it is away from the rest and the nearest places are empty. He gave it to us for the night to celebrate so we wouldn't drink and drive and made us promise no girls. Well, you ain't girls." "Yeah," chimed in another stud, "but Jamaal promised us a good lay. É I hadn't expected an old man but that is a good thing as far as I'm concerned. We can pretend he's Coach. Or our dads." There was laughter and general agreement among the team at the idea of a grudge fuck. I looked at Garrett questioning him with my eyes. He looked back with consternation but then shrugged, "Looks like we don't have a lot of choice, Dad." "Dad!?!? He's your dad? For real?" asked another player. When Garrett nodded, the lad whistled and declared, "That's hot." I sighed, "Okay, how should we start?" "Strip," commanded Randy. "No," interrupted yet another voice, "Strip each other. I want to watch the son strip his dad." Again general agreement. "And vicey versy," piped up another. I looked around me at the room of high school athletes fresh from the field of triumph. The room was filled with the aroma of male musk, sweat, and the general smell of locker-room. I had to admit to myself the situation was a great turn-on despite the earlier threat of forced sex. Garrett, standing behind me, reached around and started unbuttoning my shirt. His hand moved beneath the fabric to caress my chest. Some hoots from our audience. "Leave his tie on. It might come in handy later," yet another player said. I wanted to ask `handy for what' but Garrett choose that moment to pull my head into a kiss. It was a deep passionate kiss with a good deal of tongue action. More hoots from the athletes. Garrett slowly removed the remainder of my clothing from my upper body. He then undid my belt and shimmied my pants down to my ankles. He followed them to the floor and sucked on my cock through the cotton of my briefs. I was instantly hard, turned on by the action and, truth be told, by the situation. I had never realized an audience could be such a turn-on, particularly an audience of hot horny teenage athletes who were stripping out of their football uniforms as they watched our father-son action. I pulled Garrett to his feet and slowly removed his clothing. Being more experienced at this than I, he had worn an easily removed shirt and jeans. As he had done moments before, I sank to my knees in front of him and mouthed his cock through his boxer-briefs. As I ministered to Garrett's cock, I felt a hand push my head forward accompanied with a hoarse, "Yeah, fucking suck your son's cock, old man. Show us how a dad should make his son happy." More hoots and more shouts echoing that of the hand's owner: "God, that's hot. A dad sucking his son." "Go for it, old man! Slobber on that cock!" "Chew on his balls!" "Kiss his ass!" I attempted to follow each command but they came in fast and furious and I couldn't match their speed. But I definitely gave it my all. Someone pulled or pushed Garrett back onto the couch and demanded I suck on his toes. I lovingly sucked on each as if it were a small cock. As I did so a hand ran along the cloth-covered crack of my ass applying special pressure to my hole. An insistent finger pushed the white cotton of my briefs into my hole accompanied with a commentary on how tight my ass was and how much pleasure they could all get from fucking `that hole.' I thought I recognized Jamaal's voice. My head was grabbed and I found myself face down inches from the bare feet of an athlete. "Sniff those ripe dogs then suck my toes like you did him." His feet were definitely ripe, sweaty and funky. I managed a glimpse upward and saw a hunky young blond who had removed his uniform pants and sat before me wearing his athletic cup. The cup covered not only his genitals but also his hand as he stroked his cock. I couldn't help but wonder what it looked like and tasted like. Garrett disappeared from my view as he serviced his own set of jocks. I could hear him receiving commands to suck balls, asses, feet and other body parts. The eight or nine guys surrounding me seemed to be in a frenzy to experiment with guy-on-guy sex and with a man old enough to be their father. My face was pulled from sweaty ass after sweaty ass, interspersed with assorted balls, feet and one or two navels. The stocky black kid whose father owned the motel dropped his pants and jock and stepped into my line of sight. He had a long, thick cock with a very large head. The head looked the size of a small apple. He shoved his cock into my mouth, "Get it wet `cause I'm not waiting no more." I knew immediately what he meant and I tried to get as much saliva on that monster as possible. He yanked it free and moved to my rear. He ripped a hole in my briefs and, without waiting, shoved that huge head up my ass. The pain was excruciating. I felt as though I was being split in half. I could not help letting out a scream. I heard a faint questioning, `Dad?" from Garrett. I told him I was alright just before a black cock appeared at my mouth. I kissed and licked the head. My ass tormentor was urged on by the cluster of jocks around me, "Skewer him good, Jackson!" "Wow, he got the whole thing in there." "Fuck him real good!" "Damn, that is so hot having an old man on your cock like that." Jackson rammed his entire cock into me with such force my face was propelled into the crotch I was licking. I deep-throated the entire cock unexpectedly. I gagged and gasped trying to catch my breath. Luckily the guy pulled back a bit. Before plunging all the way back in. I could feel his cock head deep in my throat. "Hey, guys, no bitch has ever been able to take me all in her throat. This guy's doing it." Cheers all around. "Fuck, Randy, you was right. These guys are going to be fun. To hell with them being guys. Sex is sex. Am I right?" A cheer echoed whoever it was. The first hour was one cock after another. Quick fucks and rapid blowjobs for guys to get off as swiftly as possible. I lost count after six fucks and seven or eight blowjobs. And they kept on coming. No pun intended. At some point Garrett and I were pulled onto separate beds and I got reassuring glimpses of my eldest as he coped with the teens shoving cocks in him and at him. At one point we both were skewered each end with two cocks in our hands for hand jobs. I optimistically thought that after three, maybe four, cums each even teenagers would start to run out of steam and we could leave. Then I heard someone asking about more Viagra. Oh, shit, teenage males fuelled by testosterone, Viagra, adrenaline, and team competiveness. These guys might never quit. Then I recalled Geoff saying something about being here until Saturday. Oh, damn. Oh fuck! Someone pulled out of my ass and I was lifted over to the adjoining bed. My ass was placed over Garrett's mouth and he was told to clean me up. I felt my son's tongue lapping at my sore asshole trying to get at all the hot cum deposited there. His tongue actually felt comforting, soothing. But before I could enjoy it too much Garrett's legs were raised and my face shoved into his ass crack. I immediately began a rim job rewarded with loads of hot cum. How many loads I couldn't begin to imagine. After the rim jobs, someone asked to see Garrett fuck `his old man.' We were repositioned and my son's cock slide into my ass Ð wide open after my gang bang. There was a lot of hooting and hollering about a `son fucking his dad', `screwing the old man' and 'teaching the dad his place.' I got the distinct impression there were a lot of unresolved daddy issues among these boys. This was reinforced with my next solo fuck. I was back on my own bed and a tall, young black man climbed on my back and slowly entered me. He was rather gentle in his style. He stretched out over my back and had his mouth next to my ear. As he slid in and out he whispered in my ear, "Jamaal says they hired you. You a whore?" I nodded. "Can anyone hire you?" Another nod. "Good. É If I wanted to hire you and É wellÉ ask you toÉ wellÉ ask you to fuck me, would you?" His voice dropped very low for the last part and I sensed his extreme nervousness about his teammates finding out this secret desire of his. I turned my head so I could see him. A nice looking kid of maybe sixteen. I put two and two together and responded quietly, "You want daddy to fuck you, son?" A sharp intact of breath and a quick glance around to ensure no one had heard. He looked me in the eye and replied softly, "God, yes. I want my daddy to fuck me hard. PleaseÉ" I twisted a bit more to whisper in his ear, "Leave your phone number in the freezer before you leave and we'll arrange it." He was pumping my ass throughout the conversation, and continued to do so when he asked, "I don't have a lot of money. I have some butÉ not a lot. Have to help Mom with the rent and groceries and stuff." "Good man, glad to hear you take care of your responsibilities. We will work out something you can afford." "Yeah? Thank you," he beamed at me. "Now, son, I want you to pound my ass real hard so your buddies don't suspect anything." He took me at my word and drove full force in my ass for the next several minutes until he erupted deep in my bowels. "You got one tight ass, old man. I'll be back when I'm hard again." I didn't respond as at that moment I was flipped onto my back and Randy climbed on board ramming full force into me. He looked down at me as he pile-drove into me, "How you bearing up, old man? Your ass still in one piece I see." "This is quite the evening, Randy. Fifteen guys at one timeÉ" "Oh, we're up to twenty-four now. Guys been calling others telling them to come over." "Twenty-four? And you're all taking Viagra? Holy merde!" "Yeah, you and Garrett are the most popular whores we ever had. Jamaal and me are heroes. Most of the `hoes we had in the past leave after the first couple of hours. You guys been here forÉ what, six hours and no sign of stopping." He chose that moment to drive full length into me so my gasp at `six hours' was lost in his gasp as he blew a load up my ass. I managed to stumble off to the bathroom a short time later and after the toilet decided to take a quick shower to remove the drying cum and stale sweat from my aching body. The hot water felt great and managed to revive me a bit. When I returned, squeaky clean, I was immediately pulled back to the bed where two fellows were lying on their backs, ball sacks touching. When someone grabbed the cocks and held them together, pointing up, I figured out what was about to happen. I have heard of double-penetration but had never thought of doing it. Until now. Not that I had much choice. Two very strong football players lifted me up and positioned me, with the help of two other strong football players, directly over the combined cocks of yet two more strong football players. The seventh football player, holding his teammates' cocks upright, directed my lowering as if he was a crane operator. `Down. To the left. Down a bit. There right there. Now drop him!" And they did. Thank God I had been opened up by repeated fucks all night or I would have died with the entry of those two substantial cocks at once. I let go a yelp of surprise and pain as my hole stretched to accommodate two cocks at once. I threw my head back as I descended. Finally I landed with a splat-like sound on the pelvises of the two fuckers. "Cool." "Wow, he did it." "Never thought I'd see.." `Well, kid, I never thought I would do,' I thought to myself. Eventually the two fuckers got into a rhythm and brought themselves to climax. The two loads were a little thin after all that had gone before but I could still feel them cum. And I surprised everyone, including myself, by blowing my own load at the same time. Like theirs my load was very thin; it was my fifth or sixth of the night after all. I had cum many times without anyone stimulating my cock directly. I was so turned on by the situation and the young hot bodies using me that I could not help shooting. This told me a great deal about me. I love sex and I discovered a `job' that afforded me lot and lots of sex. What Good Fortune! The double penetration was not the finale. Garrett and I were supplied many more fucks and blowjobs and rim jobs and hand jobs and teabags before the event ended. My last fuck was the sixteen year old who wanted to hire me so I could fuck him. While he was fucking me I managed to twist about so I could finger his ass. That really got him going. He came twice in a roll. It was full daylight when the team began making their way homeward. We had been at it for a full thirteen hours. Thirteen hours of continual sex with twenty-eight cocks, yes more had joined us, to satisfy. Garrett and I showered together, doing a thorough check for any signs of damage. Except for a set of teeth marks on Garrett's nipples, we seemed to have survived intact. We dragged ourselves into the house and were met by an enthusiastic, naked Geoff who, naturally, demanded all the details. I looked at Garrett and then at Geoff before responding, "Geoff, do you remember at the very beginning of this what I said to you about multiple clients? Well, this was like that but worse." He looked aghast and started to say something. I continued, "Because this was much worse, There has to be consequences for you. From now to the beginning of school you cannot have sex with either Garrett or myself. None at all. Do you understand?" "But, DaddyÉ" Garrett glanced at me and said to Geoff, "And Dad and I will continue to see clients, your clients, as we wish and you will not see any of that money. None at all." "That seems fair," I agreed. "Daddy! Gar! You can't do that," Geoff started to cry, whether over the loss of sex privileges or the loss of the revenue I'm not sure. I bent down and kissed him on his head, "Sorry, kidlet, that's the way it is." Garrett gave Geoff a brief hug before joining me on my slow ascent to our respective bedrooms for a well deserved, and solitary, sleep This story idea was sent to me by one of my readers. I hope I did it justice. If you have ideas you would like to see in this series or a new story feel free to send it to me at gustavrennick at yahoo dot com Remember to support Nifty by donating to keep this valuable resource alive, give what you can. Every little bit helps.