Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2012 00:16:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Gustav Rennick Subject: Good Fortune part 2 Good Fortune Part 2 From Part 1 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?" Part 2 I am not sure how long we lay on Garrett's bed basking in the afterglow of the hot sex we just enjoyed but eventually we had to make ourselves more presentable for the return of the boys' mother. While we cuddled I learned my middle son was not part of the little business venture Garrett and Geoff had created. Geoff confessed he wanted 17 year old Greg to be part of it, primarily for the extra revenue he could generate. Greg was the quiet, studious son and Garrett doubted he would do well as an escort and, more importantly, even want to be involved in the business. I had to agree but confessed myself disappointed he would not be part of the exciting incestual relationship I had just started with Garrett and Geoff. Garrett inquired, "Dad, did you mean everything you said when you had your cock up my ass?" I had to think before responding, "Yes and no. I want to have sex with you again, and often. And I confess I am turned on by the idea of paying you as a hustler but not necessarily every time. Make sense?" Before he could answer, "And same question back to you, did you mean everything you said while my cock was in your ass?" Garrett also had to think. He finally said, "Yes and no. Maybe? I can't tell you how hot it was being fucked by my father and I want us to do that again, often and soon. Some of the kinkier stuffÉ I am not even sure why I said that stuff. Maybe because I was thinking how kinky it was being fucked by my father; maybe because if I was to do some of that stuff I would want it to be with someone I trust like you. Make sense?" "Yes it does and thank you. I am glad you feel you can trust me to that degree." "Well, it gives us something to talk about Ôround the dinner table." That is when we bestirred ourselves to be presentable for my wife. It was at that point a question arose in my mind about Geoff's activities, "Geoff, your mother and I put you into that science day-camp at your request. If you are here with Garrett watching him at work, what's happening with camp? And have we thrown all that money away? Does that money have to come out of your share of the profits?" He jumped on that last point very quickly, "No, no absolutely not, Dad. That wouldn't be fair." Garrett nudged him, "Oh, right, and besides the money isn't really wastedÉ" Another nudge, "Mamet Ommadsannhi is going." "And, who exactly is Mamet OmmadÉ whatever?" "Mamet Om-mad-san-nhi," Geoff said slowly as if that clarified things. I shrugged my shoulders and gestured Ôgive me more.' "Oh, Mamet is a kid in my school. His dad is one of the janitors, sorry, custodial staff. Anyway Mamet is really, really smart. He is the best at science and stuff." Geoff rattled on breathlessly as he is wont to do, "So, when you and mom asked what I wanted to do for the summer I thought about Mamet and how his dad could never afford to send him to science camp and how Mamet really, really wanted to go to the camp Ôcause he is really, really good at that stuff and that is why I said science camp and Ôcause Gar told you he would take me and pick me up, I knew you and mom would never find out, so I told Mamet he could go in my place and he would get to do something he loved and I would get to do something I loved and it made a lot of sense andÉ" "Whoa, whoa. Take a breath, sport. So the projects you have been showing us are done by this Mamet fellow?" "You mad at me?" I bent down and kissed the top of his head and then knuckled it as well, "No, I am not mad. I am actually proud of you for thinking of your friend in this way. That was very generous of you, sneaky, but generous." He beamed up at me, "Oh, and let Mamet know I am proud of him. He has been doing great work, under your name. How did that happen?" Garrett laughed, "It was quite something convincing them Mamet was ÔGeoffrey Cooper.' The colouring wasn't quite right, you know. I told them ÔGeoffrey' was adopted." "Let's see if we can figure out a way of getting the names straightened out so Mamet can get credit for his own work. I am sure his parents would like to be proud of him, too. By the way, what did you tell his parents?" Garrett responded for both, "I told them Mamet had won a scholarship to the camp for his outstanding school work. In a way it is true. And, fortunately, their schedules don't allow them to take or pick up Mamet so no problem that way." He glanced at his bedside clock, "Shit, I better boogie over and pick him up. See you shortly. " Geoff ran off to do whatever he did and I wandered to my study to catch up on work emails. Well, that was my intention. I found myself staring into space contemplating how my good fortune had taken me in a totally unexpected, but welcome, direction. I also thought of my university roommate for the first time in years, silently thanking him for opening the door of man-to-man sex for me. I also wondered if he ever missed it, then chuckled evilly to myself, rather hoping he did, trapped in his fundamentalist world. Our evening was a little odd with Garrett, Geoff and me acting differently sharing our mutual secret. My wife kept asking why we were so Ôgiggly' and playful. There wasn't an answer we could share so we shrugged and denied knowing what she was talking about. Poor Greg also noticed something different and I could tell he felt left out of whatever was going on. I made a point of asking him about his workday and how he was enjoying working for a living for the summer. Being quiet Greg, his responses were mostly monosyllabic. Finally, I moved next to my silent son and did something I had not done for years. I pounced on him as he sat at the end of the couch, and started tickling him. Greg was the most ticklish of the boys and, as he aged, he liked being tickled less and less but I felt the occasion called for it. "Stop it. Stop it, Dad!" he demanded between gasps of laughter. Of course, I didn't. It was fun watching him writhe and twist in attempt to get away. It was fun watching him burst out in fresh gales of laughter when I merely pointed my finger at a ticklish spot Ð just like he did as a child. He rolled onto the floor in an effort to Ôescape' and I rolled on top of him continuing my Ôassault.' I hadn't heard or seen Greg have so much fun in so long I hated to end it but I didn't want it to become uncomfortable. "Say it, say it," I insisted. Gasping he sputtered, "Uncle, uncle, I give up. I give up." And, as family tradition demanded, I stopped, but I lay atop him still. On impulse I leaned in and whispered, I am glad you can still be my little boy, Greg. I have missed that. I love you." My strapping man-son looked intently in my eyes, tears welling in his, "Missed it too, Dad. Love you." And he enveloped me in a great bear hug. Our interlude of reconnection was ended when Geoff launched himself on top of us, declaring that he had Ôpinned' us so he won the wrestling match. Of course that challenge could not go unmet so Greg and I teamed up to overwhelm the intruder. Geoff called for Garrett to help him. Garrett dove into the scrum, although I'm not sure it was to help Geoff or to help restrain him. The four of us wrestled about on the floor to the delight of my wife who grabbed a camera and began snapping away. The boys teamed up on me as they had as children and were all trying to hold me down as they tickled me. Now I am not as ticklish as Greg but he had inherited that ticklish gene from me, but then so too had the others. It became a free-for-all tickle match which lasted until Geoff suddenly piped up, "I gotta pee, I gotta pee." Naturally, we let him go, chortling at the way he ran down the hall trying to not urinate. I found myself wondering what it would be like if he had peed his pants while still wrestling with us. Would it be disgusting? Or would it be erotic? Funny how a simple sexual encounter with one's sons can make you think of things like that! Garrett, Greg and I remained entangled on the floor. My arms enwrapped both and theirs me. It was a comfortable, safe feeling. My wife took a couple of snaps and that seemed to break the magical moment. The three of us separated. I gave a quick pinch to Garrett's ass as he passed. I wanted to pull his trousers off and fuck him right there but discretion prevented me. I sat and put a pillow on my lap in order to hide my erection. A hardon not helped when Geoff returned and snuggled next to me purposefully laying his head on the pillow and allowing his hand to rest on my thigh caressing it gently. How I wanted to fuck his little ass. Hard. While Garrett face fucked him. Ah, something to look forward to when next there was an opportunity for us three to be alone. Feedback is always welcome as are story ideas and suggestions, write to gustavrennick at yahoo dot com. Remember: support Nifty with your donations to help keep this free service free.