Date: Mon, 12 May 2014 18:55:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Gustav Rennick Subject: Good Fortune Part 20 Good Fortune Part 20 From Part 19 "É 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. Part 20 I managed to get several hours of a deep restful sleep after the labours of Friday night. I awoke at 7 p.m. feeling wonderfully relaxed Ð all but my asshole which was still tender from the numerous insertions to which the football team had subjected it. The house was quiet and I thought I was alone until Geoff popped out of his bedroom wearing nothing but Superman briefs a size too small. "Hi, Daddy. Feeling better?" It was obvious he was hoping sleep had changed my attitude and his attire was intended to help change my mind about restricting sex with Garrett and me. "I am feeling better, thanks, Geoff, and, no, I have not changed my mind about what happened or the consequences to you." "But, DaddyÉ" I noticed he tended to call me `Daddy' primarily when he was in trouble. "Come down to the kitchen and we will talk about it." Once I had made a sandwich and coffee, I joined Geoff at the table. "Alright, young sir, what do you think happened that has made Garrett and me peeved at you?" He pondered for a moment and then suggested, "Because I didn't charge enough?" "Try again. And think about what I said about multiple clients." His brow furrowed as he thought. After a couple of minutes, he responded, "Before you said I should give more time between clients and I should tell you guys before, right?" "That's true and what happened last night?" "I'm not sure. I told you about Randy and Jamaal before last night." "Geoff, get your ledger for me, please," I admired his cute little Superman-covered bum as he ran off to get his business records. He presented his ledger and pointed to the entry for last night. I was astonished to see a good-sized four-digit fee listed. Geoff proudly said, "See, I made them pay good `cause they wanted all night." "Yes, son, you did that part correctly. You made them pay well but how many guys did they say were going to be there?" "About 14, I think. But they all came at once so I didn't book them back to back like before." I softened a little and drew him closer to me in a hug, "Geoff. Geoff. Geoff, my dear boy. Last night it wasn't that they came at the same time or different times, the issue was the number of them that came. Don't you think you should have told us 14 guys were coming? It actually turned out to be 24 guysÉ" "I need to charge them moreÉ" "That isn't the point, Geoffrey Anthony Cooper. It isn't the money. It is the number of guys. Garrett and I could have been seriously hurt. We could have been hurt by the number of them who wanted to fuck us all at once, and we could have been hurt if things had turned violent. We wouldn't have been able to protect ourselves against that number of people." "OhÉ I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't think Randy and Jamaal would do that." "I know, I don't think Randy and Jamaal would do that either, but do you understand why we are upset with you?" He hung his head and began to cry. I couldn't help but hug him close and try to comfort him. Unfortunately, my cock hardened as I hugged the almost naked thirteen year old. I had to concentrate to keep focussed on his punishment and not give in to my own desires. He cuddled closer as his tears flowed. After a few minutes he placed his hand on my crotch and hopefully said, "Do you forgive me, Daddy?" I chuckled as I lifted his hand away, "I do forgive you because you did not understand the risk but I am not lifting your punishment." "Well, damn!" "Hey, hey, language," I swatted his brief covered ass. "Now, go away and think about what you need to change in your business practices to keep your two employees happier." I gently pushed him away, cursing myself that his punishment was a punishment to me as well. I decided to wander next door to visit the Myshyniuks but I was intercepted by my favourite client 15-year-old Brian Verheyden dressed in his white soccer kit. The blond athlete saw me crossing the lawn and ran up to me. "Hi, Mr C, how are you?" "I'm good, Brian. How are you today?" "Doing good. I was wonderingÉ well, if we could get together, you knowÉ" "Of course, Brian. Right now?" He nodded enthusiastically. "Alrighty, you're the boss. You have a place?" A sad shake of the head. "Not a problem. Today we can use my house. No one's home but Geoff." I was rewarded with a bright, full smile. I wasn't sure my ass was up to Brian's pounding but I had promised Brian I'd be there for him and didn't want to disappoint. "That is really great, Mr C. You sure it's all right? I can wait if it's a problem." "Not a problem, Brian. You know I will always find time and even space for you." I led him into the house and up to my marital bed. "So, what's on tap for tonight, kiddo?" He looked down at the floor and blushed a bright red before saying plaintively, "Can we justÉ you knowÉ be naked and youÉ" Big deep sigh. I took a gamble and tried to guess what he couldn't bring himself to say aloud, "Do you want me to hold you, Brian? Do you need to cry?" Another deep sigh. "Yes, that's it." I moved closer and slowly started to remove his clothes. As I pulled his t-shirt over his head I planted a kiss on the top of his head. He giggled and threw his arms around my waist. When released, I slid to the floor, untied his sneakers pulled them and his clean white socks off his feet which I kissed softly. He giggled. Finally, I undid his shorts and slid them down his muscular legs and kissed his jockstrap- covered genitals. He giggled. Brian reached under my arms and raised me off the floor. He proceeded to copy me by stripping off my clothing. He kissed my chest and my brief covered genitals. I did not giggle. Once we both naked, I lifted my client and deposited him on the unmade bed. I lay down beside him and pulled him close to me. Brian molded himself to me holding me tightly. And he started to sob. Soon he was bawling; crying the cry of a hurt child. It was heartbreaking to hear and to not be able to comfort the child in my arms. We lay like that for more than an hour before Brian quieted down. Soon his breathing returned to normal. His hands began to wander over my chest and down my abdomen. He played with my nipples and my belly button. I didn't get the sense he was trying to arouse me but to gain comfort through contact. My hands roamed over his back and his firm ass; again not to arouse but to comfort. Brian pulled back, looked me in the eye and whispered, "Thanks, Mr C." "You're welcome, Brian. You ready to tell me what's up?" He shook his head vehemently. "Okay, just asking. When you are ready, I'll be here. Now, is there anything else I can do for you tonight? A suck? A fuck?" He playfully squeezed my cock and said, "No thanks, Mr C. I `m good for tonight. Thanks." "Any time, son." "Thank you so much. I mean it," he jumped from the bed, dressed quickly and left. I pondered quietly the mystery of my young client wishing I could discover what made him so angry at times and at others to cry as he had tonight. Although it was approaching 10:30 p.m., I decided to wander over to Myshyniuks on the off chance they were still up and about. They and their guests greeted me enthusiastically as I entered their back yard. I greeted the various neighbours gathered for an impromptu gabfest and settled down with beer in hand. We talked taxes and the upcoming school year, raising children and keeping lawns green, television and politics until well past 1 a.m. Although physically tired from the previous night, mentally I was too stimulated to sleep so rather than head home from the gabfest I decided to take a walk. It was a beautifully warm summer night with a star-filled sky that reminded me of the nights I had spent with the boys when they were little laying on the lawn naming the constellations and hearing of their adventures during their summer holidays. I teared up at the memories and only stopped myself from crying by chiding myself as an `old softy.' I did miss those bonding times with all three boys. The bonding was different now. Being sold as a sex toy, along with my eldest, by my youngest while fun and filled with adventures was not quite the same sort of bonding experience a father hopes to have with his children. But it was fun I had to admit to myself. Even the orgy the night before was fun, a tad terrifying, but fun none the less. As I thought about my work as a whore/hustler and about the orgy with the football team, my cock hardened. I had left the house wearing only light cotton shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers. I was glad the dark of the night hid my erection from any casual looks from the neighbours. Because of the shelter of the night I decided to enjoy my erection. I did not whip it out and play with it as I strolled down the street but I made no effort to hide it either. I realized there was a kind of liberation in being this kind of exhibitionist walking down the streets of where I lived. I realized my new `profession' had loosened a lot of inhibitions from the past I wondered how far I might be willing to go to test my new-found `freedom/liberation.' My hearty laugh, which accompanied my wicked thoughts, attracted the attention of the group of six people emerging from a side yard ahead. As we got closer, I could see they were teenagers. One recognized me and greeted me, "Hey there, Mr C." "Oh, hi there, Erwin," I replied once I could see him clearly, "What you up to?" Erwin was one of the many clients Geoff introduced me to over the summer. I did not recognize any of the others. "Um, we were justÉ just looking, you knowÉ" Another boy finished for him, "Looking for some bitch to fuck." I was close enough to smell the alcohol on their breath. "I see. Exactly where were you looking?" I did not like the sound of their hunt especially under the influence of alcohol. One was particularly unsteady on his feet. One of the others pointed back at the house and said, "Yeah, she's not home there." "It's not going to be easy to find someone this time of morning," I suggested. There was collective agreement. Erwin pondered a moment, then asked, "Say, Mr C., You think youÉ?" "What you doin', Erwin?" I nodded and Erwin said, "I think there is a way to get our rocks off right nowÉ" One teen looked at me, "You know a bitch?" I let Erwin take the lead, "Not exactly. But I know a way we can all get blowjobs. Good blowjobs." He looked at me again for confirmation. I nodded. Most of the group surrounded Erwin curiously. He quietly explained they could pay me. I looked curiously at the unsteady one standing off a bit. I heard the expected, "Ain't no fag!" "No way, man." "You fuckin' crazy!" Erwin managed to quiet the crowd, "Hey, a blowjob is a blowjob and we ain't goin' to get one any other way, right?" Five sets of eyes looked at me, then at each other, back to me and then to Erwin. "Guys, how much money you have on you?" To the inquiries, Erwin explained, "We have to pay him. That's how it works. Right, Mr C?" "Correct." I continued to watch the swaying sixth member of the group while the five dug in their pockets. "Fifty-seven dollars and 39 cents. That okay, Mr C?" "That's fine, Erwin. Keep the change. Where do you want to do it?" Some of the new-found freedom/liberation coming to the fore. Sex in public. He motioned to the side yard behind us and we headed into the darker area away from the streetlights. I dropped to my knees and waited. After a few moments Erwin moved forward opening his pants as he approached. I fished out the cock with which I had become familiar over the summer and fastened my mouth over it. I became aware of the group surrounding us. As I had learned to do with Dragon I played with Erwin's balls and slid a finger back to touch his asshole. As Erwin was wont to do he made it clear I was not to do that. I concentrated on the blowjob and playing with his balls. It didn't take long to bring him to climax. He filled my mouth a good load of sweet thick cream. I rolled it around over my tongue until the next customer moved up. I followed the same procedure with each of the other four. Really savouring the taste of their thick loads of cum in my mouth before swallowing. The same procedure with all but the second to last. I slid my finger back to his asshole. This time there was no verbal or non-verbal message to stop. Intrigued I brought my finger to my mouth and wet it while slobbering on the cock. I returned my finger and brushed against the rosebud between his cheeks. There was a subtle downward motion so my fingertip entered his hole. The teen moaned softly. I pushed in further. He moaned again. I pushed deeper into to the warm ass. I found his prostate and rubbed it energetically. My customer growled with pleasure and blew a tremendous load into my mouth. His knees buckled. I held him while continuing to stimulate his prostate. Here- hardened immediately. His second load followed the first within a minute. The last of the five took less time as he only came once. I looked up at five very satisfied customers, more than a few of whom might become regulars like Erwin. I swallowed the final load and rose from my knees. "Thanks, Mr C.," said Erwin politely. I smiled at the boys and hoped I had prevented a possible sex crime. I looked for the sixth boy and could not spot him at first. Then I spotted the lad lying on the ground. I quickly checked his pulse; weak and thready. I pinched his arm with my finger nails; no response. I lifted his eyelid and the eye was rolled back in his head. I fished out my cell and dialled 911 and asked for the ambulance service, "This is Gavin Cooper. I am on Culpepper Drive and have a young teen who is passed out with suspected alcohol poisoning. He has a weak pulse. Did not respond to a pain stimulus and his eyes are rolled back in his head. I have moved him into the recovery position." I looked to Erwin, in time to see the others fleeing the scene, "Erwin, get me the number of the house. Erwin!" He bolted off. I continued to talk with the operator. Erwin returned, "577." I relayed that to the operator adding that we did not have anything with which to keep him warm. While talking I searched for a wallet for identification without success. "No, I do not know his name or age." "Willis Wollen. He's 15." It was my finger-fuck client who had returned and stood next to Erwin. I passed that on. "Boys, how much and what did he drink?" Five or six beers I was told. "And over what time did he drink that?" About thirty minutes. I let the operator know. And then looked at the boys with a flash of an idea. "Boys, I want you to lie on either side of Willis and hug him closely." They looked at me blankly. "It will help keep him warm. We need to protect against shock. Do it! Now!" They did. Now on speaker phone, I continued to communicate with the operator while I started the rub Willis' bare legs to maintain warmth and circulation. It seemed hours but was probably just minutes and we could hear the ambulance roaring up the street siren blaring. The paramedics took over. A police car arrived next and the officers pulled us to the side to get the relevant information. When asked how I had come upon the scene, I hesitated not knowing how to explain things without getting the boys, and me, in trouble. Fortunately, Erwin spoke up, "He came here to look at some nuts." I nearly fainted before Erwin continued, "I saw Mr C. walking down the street and called him over to see if he could identify these." The teen pulled a handful of assorted nuts and twigs from his khaki pocket. I sighed a sigh of relief. "I want to be a dendrologist and I collect these things. There were a couple I wasn't sure about." The younger officer asked me, "A dendroÉ You a scientist?" "Study of trees. No, I'm a lawyer." "So why would you ask him about nuts?" " `Cause he's an adult and adults know everything, right?" answered Erwin with the `d'uh' tone only a teenager can pull off. There was a puzzled look on the officer's face. "He's not a parent. Yet," said his partner and the two of us laughed. The three of us, Erwin, the finger fuck kid (name Grant) and I, accompanied the ambulance to the hospital in the police car. It was apparent to me the officers wanted to talk to the boys further. There were further questions about Willis' alcohol binge. At one point during a break of the boys' interviews, to which I was not privy, Erwin asked if I would defend him. "Defend you against what?" "The cop said they were going to call my parents tomorrow and tell them what happened." "Erwin, they are obliged to do that. They are not going to arrest you guys. Unless you have done something illegal. Other than drinking, I mean. Did you supply Willis with the alcohol?" Shaking heads. "Did you force him to drink as much as he did?" Again shaken heads. "Then I suspect you are not going to be arrested. The officers need to tell your parents because you were drinking which is illegal at your age. Don't worry. You will be fine. You can call me if you are arrested and I will do what I can." Both boys relaxed after that. Indeed the officers released us after completing their initial reports. They offered to drive us back once they had spoken to Willis' parents who were on their way. Rather than wait I told them I would see the boys home by taxi. We dropped Grant off first. I waited for him to lock the door behind himself. And did the same with Erwin. I released the taxi and walked the four blocks home. I enjoyed the walk through the early dawn with the sun rising before me. My wife was up and dressed by the time I reached home. I had texted her from the hospital to let her know where I was. She made me breakfast as I told her an edited version of what had happened. "Good thing you were there, honey. OtherwiseÉ" "Yes, I have been thanking my Good Fortune I took that walk last night. I fear a tragic outcome otherwise. Now, however, I need to get to bed. Two late nights in a row are not good for an old man like me. Good night, sweetheart. "Good morning, honey. Sleep well. I'll tell the boys to leave you alone." With Willis safe in hospital, and Grant and Erwin safe at home, my thoughts turned to the erotic events of the night. First Brian and then the group blowjobs. I jerked off thinking of those events before settling down to sleep. Thank God I have the Good Fortune of being a whore available to teenage boys. Feedback is always most welcome as are suggestions for where the characters can go next. 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