Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 06:52:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Gustav Rennick Subject: Good Fortune Part 5 Good Fortune Part 5 From Part 4 The intercom buzzer intruded in our discussion. My anxiety began to rise again as Garrett let his client, our client, in. Part 5 I found myself retreating into the furthest corner of the room while Garrett greeted the client, his regular, and the son. The client greeted Garrett as `Will' the name my son apparently used while working as a callboy, "So, Will, how have you been? ... I am so looking forward to tonight." "I've been great, Patrick, how about you?" From my corner of the room I realized this was indeed someone my wife and I knew from our charitable work in the community. Everything Garrett had said earlier flew from my head. My anxiety soared. "I'm ruined,' kept echoing through my brain. "Dad? Dad! This is Patrick and his son Peter." I could tell `Patrick' was as uncomfortable as I. I fought through my anxiety and extended my hand, "Good evening, Patrick. How are you?" "Fucking hell! Oh, my god, Gavin, Will is your son?" I hesitated then replied, "Actually I think we can throw away the pseudonyms. `Will' is actually Garrett. Garrett, `Patrick' is actually Richard Nowry and this I assume is your son Ryan." I shook Ryan's hand. "So you know my dad?" the teen asked. "And I get to fuck you?" I laughed, "Out of the mouths of babes. Yes, Ryan, you get to fuck me while your dad watches and he gets to fuck my son while I watch. I think that is the plan. Correct, Richard?" "Hot!" Ryan was obviously very `up' for this. "Indeed. ... Richard, you need to breathe before you pass out. ... Think about this. Garrett just went through this with me before you arrived. You and I are in the same boat. Neither of us wants this to get out into the community. We don't want everyone to know we are into sex with guys. That you pay for sex and that I sell myself for money. That we are both into incest." Richard regained his voice, "You're right, Gavin. I hadn't thought of that. ... You work as a hustler? I didn't suspect that." "Well, actually this is my first time..." "Really? Wow. How did you... why..." "Long story short, I discovered by accident that Garrett here was working as a hustler. He and I ended up having sex and I got talked into following in his footsteps. He arranged this meeting knowing you have an incest thing and he thought it would be a turn on for you to have a real father-son. And to bring your son... how did that happen?" We had all seated ourselves by this time. Ryan, a very good-looking 17 year old, sat beside me and Garrett sat next to Richard. As Richard began his story, Ryan began running his hand up and down my leg getting ever closer to my crotch. "Well, uh.. well..." "Go ahead, Dad, tell him." Encouraged by Ryan, Richard shared their story, "I have been having sex with men since university and I have been paying for sex with men since I started earning good money. I like the excitement of paying. A couple of years ago I started using the agency Will, I mean Garrett, works for. One night Will... Garrett was sent and I have to tell you I was smitten. I love the red hair and the pale skin." He groped my son lustfully and then kissed him, "Anyway, one day Ryan there was snooping in my stuff and discovered some of my dirty magazines. Gay magazines. I don't know if you know about Handjobs magazine." I shook my head. "It's about intergenerational sex, incest and other. When I got home Ryan confronted me with one of those." "Confronted?" "Yeah. Before I could even drop my briefcase, he shoved it in my face and asked what it meant that I had these." A smile passed between father and son, "I thought I was done for but he whipped out his cock, right there in my study, and asked if I wanted to play around like the guys in the stories. As you said, long story short, we started fooling around. That was about two weeks ago." "So, just a little longer than Garrett and me." "Right, so when Wi... Garrett called and offered himself and his real dad, we jumped at the chance. And here we are." "Here we are indeed. And Ryan has got me all hot and bothered by playing with me, so now what?" Richard hesitated, uncertain how to proceed now that he knew the father of his hustler. "Richard," I said, "as clients you and Ryan get to tell us what you want and what you want us to do. That's right, isn't it Gar?" My son nodded agreement. Ryan leapt in, "Suck my cock!" He pulled his hard cock from his fly and thrust it in my face. I swallowed all 6" all the way to the pubic hair before pulling back and lavishing attention on that teen cock. "Oh, fuck, that is hot!" moaned Richard, as Garrett opened his suit pants and pulled out the older man's cock, also hard, also about 6". Ryan was so turned on a few minutes of my oral ministrations brought him to climax. He moaned, groaned and bucked as he painted my throat with his thick goo. "Shit and damn. Sorry, Dad. I came too quick. Heck, I wanted to fuck him." I pulled off the softening cock, "And you will, son," I said to Ryan, "You will get hard in a few minutes and you will have your way with my ass. Right, Richard?" I returned to suckling Ryan's lovely cock. "Damn right, Gavin. I am going to watch my son fuck you silly as I fuck your son as hard as I can. Get into the bedroom. Now!" Garrett and I moved quickly into the bedroom followed by our clients. Richard and Ryan removed all their clothing but told us to remain dressed. Ryan was hard again by the time he reached the bed. He undid my belt and slid my suit pants and my white cotton underwear down to my ankles. My cock was hard as I was so turned on by the situation Ð being a hustler for this young lad while my hustler son was to service the lad's father Ð and it slapped young Ryan in the face when he released it from its cotton prison. "So, kid, how do you want me?" I asked. Ryan hesitated then ordered, "On your back, old man." He and I were getting into the scenario together. I started to remove my suit jacket but Ryan stopped me, "No, keep all that on. Only your pants." Following the client's orders, I kicked off my shoes and shoved my pants and briefs off before climbing onto the bed on my back, "Like this, kid?" I raised my legs up to my chest. "Yeah," Ryan growled, "perfect!" He moved forward, and with only a momentary pause, rammed all 6" up my butt. I groaned in pain. "Ryan!" snapped Richard, "Show a little respect. You don't treat people like that." "Sorry, sir," Ryan said bashfully, "Didn't mean to hurt you." I stopped him from pulling out by grabbing his flank, "Its okay. This time. Just remember your hustlers are people too; even if you are paying them." I paused, looked him in his eyes to reassure him there were no hard feelings, and then told him, "Tonight, you use my ass as hard as you want. Okay, kid." He smiled at me and pounded back all the way into my ass, "You got it, old man." Richard looked on with pride before positioning Garrett on the bed. The position allowed Garrett to kiss me when Richard commanded, "Kiss your old man, Garrett. Make out with him while you get your asses reamed. Garrett leaned in and planted a wet kiss on my lips as Richard pulled his white soccer shorts down to his knees and, like Ryan had done to me moments before, plunged his 6" into Garrett's ass. Garrett grunted at the intrusion as he kissed me. Father and son did indeed ream our asses without mercy while we made out. Richard and Ryan were encouraging each other in their efforts, "Fuck that ass, son!" "Give it to him, Dad." Yeah, pound him like there's no tomorrow." "Make him groan some more." And so forth. Richard came first after about 10 minutes of using Garrett's ass. Ryan cheered him on as he shot his cum into Garrett. Ryan, working on his second cum of the night, lasted longer and got into a rhythm of long-cocking me Ð almost pulling out and then thrusting all the way back in. He apparently liked the way I moaned each time he did that. He pulled my legs farther apart. I felt was doing the splits. This allowed him even greater access to my ass. Richard pushed Garrett further onto the bed so his ass was close to my head and then fingered his gooey ass. He pulled his cum-coated finger from my son's ass and shoved it in my mouth. I enthusiastically licked the proffered finger clean and was rewarded with another cum-ass mix. Richard used his other hand to fondle his own son's ass. This seemed to excite Ryan to the point he announced loudly, "Holy fuck, I'm cumming, Dad. I'm cumming up your ass, old man! Take it! Take my cum, old man!" I could feel the teenager's hot sticky cum filling my ass. I squeezed my ass muscles hard around that invading cock in an effort to milk every ounce of sperm from the kid. Ryan collapsed atop me. I rolled us over so he was on his back and clambered around so I could suck on his cock. My ass was up in the air and I felt a tongue at my hole. A quick glance revealed Richard eating his son's cum from my battered ass. Garrett positioned himself so he could present his rigid cock to Ryan. Ryan gobbled it down. Despite having just cum I was able to coax another load, his third, from the teenager's cock. I collected that load, meagre as it was, in my mouth. I twisted my body around, pulled Richard up from where he had been working on my ass and kissed him. We shared Ryan's hot, sticky cum between us as Garrett blew his cum into Ryan's mouth. "Kiss your kid, Richard, taste my kid on his tongue." And he did. I lay back on the bed watching the tangle of father and son as they kissed deeply, fencing with their tongues. I closed my eyes for a moment. Someone knelt over my groin. Richard, aided by Garrett and Ryan holding my cock upright, slowly sat his ass on my cock. That man ass was incredibly tight. "You don't get fucked much, do you, Richard?" "No, but I got to get cock up my ass right now, Gavin." I let him work his way down at his own pace. As soon as I felt my pubic hair rubbing his ass cheeks I started my fucking action. I shoved him forward pulling my cock out and rammed it forcefully back all the way. Richard gave a mixed moan-groan. "Yeah, pound his ass! Give it to him hard! Make him feel it!" Ryan was literally bouncing on the bed as he cheered me on. Garrett clutched Richard's cock and stroked it back to hardness timing his strokes with my thrusts. Not having cum yet I was the first to explode. Richard followed a few minutes later as I continued to jab his ass. Ryan dove down and licked his dad's cum off my chest and his dad's cock. Eventually, the four of us fell onto the bed. Panting heavily. Although drained and content we allowed our hands to roam over the sweaty bodies of the others. I was still in my suit coat, shirt and tie so I was sweating the most. I started to chuckle at the idea of explaining to the dry cleaner the state of that suit jacket. When I shared that thought with the others, Ryan grabbed the hem of the jacket and rubbed his glistening cock with it. "Let's make it even harder to explain," he laughed. Garrett smirked at me and used the opposite side to wipe at the cum leaking from his ass. Richard shook his head at the actions of the young fellows, then declared, "Oh, what the hell," and he copied Garrett by running his cummy-ass along my sleeve. I could not help laughing and was joined by the others in my mirth. When the laughter lessened, I asked, "Ryan, what do you and your dad do together when you fool around?" Ryan looked at his father before responding, "Mostly we suck each other, give hand-jobs, sometimes he fingers my ass." "I see. What do you like to do to your dad?" Again, Ryan looked at his dad, hesitated a moment before answering, "Knowing now that he gets fucked. I want to fuck him in his office. I want to fuck him bent over his desk, in his suit, while he is on the phone to a client or someone. I want to fuck him at home in his study while Mom is fixing supper or something like that." Richard's eyes opened wide during his son's speech. It was apparent he had no inkling of these desires. "Wow. So, Richard, you open to any or all of that? `Cause that would be hot to watch, don't you think, Gar?" "Shit, yeah, Dad. I would love to watch that." Encouraged by our responses Ryan asked, "So, Dad, can I? Can I fuck you? Can I fuck you in your office? Please..." Richard gave a long, silent pause. I interrupted his thoughts by asking what he would like to do to his son. Another long, silent pause. This time Ryan interrupted, "Yeah, Dad, what do you want to do to me?" The silence lengthened. Finally, Richard responded, "I want to fuck your cute little ass while you are 69ing with someone, then I want to watch you get gangbanged by a whole lot of other guys." "Wow," was all Ryan could manage to say. Father and son stared at each other for some time. Garrett, the experienced hustler-businessman, broke the silence, "Well, that's a great way to end. I hate to mention it but our time is up." Richard broke away from the silent communication between him and his son, "Of course, I'll get your money." He returned to the living room while the three of us cleaned ourselves up as best we could. Richard and Ryan refused the offer of a shower preferring to enjoy the smell of sex which hung around them. Richard counted out two thousand five hundred dollars in to Garrett's hand. Garrett started to hand back five hundred as too much. Richard pressed it on Garrett saying, "No, that's a tip. You and your dad earned it. This incest thing was great. Everything I hoped. Hope we can do it again." Ryan responded, "Yeah, I really want to fuck you again, old man." "Thanks, kid. I want you to fuck me again... and again. And you too, Richard, of course." "Oh, yeah, I will be calling you, Garrett, to arrange another meeting. Maybe more time and more... creativity?" "Right on. You know we are open to ... creativity?" We exchanged hugs and our clients went on their way. "So, Dad, how was your first sex trade event for you?" "I can honestly say, I see why you have been doing this. It was a great turn on. I can hardly wait for Geoff to find more clients for us. Or for me. Think he can find me some of those teens you have been doing who would want an old man?" Feedback, ideas and suggestions are always welcome. Please write me at gustavrennick at yahoo dot com. Nifty can only continue to exist with the support of you, the readers. 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