The Future In-law By Mister J
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Description: What if you want not just your future father-in-law's approval to marry his daughter but also the thing between his legs? A bisexual personal trainer meets his fiancé's hot father for the first time, and he wants more than his permission. Will he keep the straight man from finding out about his desire for him, or will he get to satisfy his desire?
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See a list of my BOOKS at the BOTTOM. - - - EMMA grabbed my muscled forearm. "Are you ready to meet him, baby?"
My cold hands started to sweat, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach as we stood outside my fiance's dad's front door next to our luggage.
I looked down at my tight white t-shirt and black sweatpants. "Maybe I should go to the car and change into something more...presentable, you know?"
She squeezed and said, "You look fine. Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure? I want to make a good first impression."
"How many times do I have to tell you? My dad will love you. Okay?"
After taking a deep breath, I nodded.
My fiance opened the door of the big two-story modern country house and let herself in. "Daddy, we're home," she yelled.
Looking like a pack mule with multiple straps draped over my shoulder and hands full of suitcases, I followed behind her after nudging the door closed with my foot.
"Hey, sweetheart. I'm in the kitchen," a deep voice came from inside.
The pounding in my chest got faster.
"Dinner is almost ready. Leave your stuff by the door and go straight to the dining room. Let's eat first."
"Okay!" She took some of the bags off me. "You heard him. Let's go."
We left everything by the foyer and went straight for the dining room.
There was a long table set for three, and the aroma of cooked meat escaped from the kitchen.
"Mmm. Smells really good, daddy."
Cutlery clunked on the other side of the door. "Wait until you taste it," Emma's father said.
I pulled a chair and waited for her to be seated before whispering, "Only us three? I thought your brother and sister were already here."
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you. My brother will be arriving tomorrow. My twin, her husband-to-be, and the rest of the wedding party will be here the day after."
"Oh, okay." I walked around the table and sat opposite her.
"Everything is going to be fine, baby," she whispered.
With a nod, I acknowledged her attempt at getting me to relax. Where's beer when you need one?
The door swung open. A built man of about six feet with salt and pepper hair and beard entered, carrying a big plate of pot roast. "I hope you brought your appetite, sweetheart."
Fuck! My fiance's dad is way hotter in person than I expected. Wait, what am I thinking? He's my future father-in-law.
"Daddy!" Emma shrieked as she stood up and went to her father.
I got up as well.
The man in his late forties placed dinner on the table next to the mashed potatoes, salad, and dinner rolls before opening his arms to his daughter. "Come here you."
She jumped into Mr. de Luca, and they spun around. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you, too, sweetheart." He kissed her nose and put her down."
Emma pulled him toward me. "Daddy, this is your future son-in-law, Benjamin. Baby, this is my father, Raoul."
Standing a couple of inches taller, I offered my hand as jackhammers continued inside my chest. "It's an honor to finally meet you, sir."
Without making eye contact, he gave me a quick shake and gestured to the chair. "Have a seat."
My fiance and I returned to our places.
Raoul and Emma talked about our drive as he stood slicing the pot roast with a carving knife.
I pretended to listen and gave a few grunts of agreement while discreetly scanning my handsome future father-in-law's body.
His tight navy blue shirt hugged the solid muscles of his torso, and the short sleeves threatened to rip from his bulging biceps at any moment.
Below the belt, a sizable bulge in the front of his khaki slacks hinted at a monster hidden underneath.
Damn, what would it look like without the pants?
Blood rushed to my dick at the fantasy of seeing my straight future father-in-law's dick.
"Right, baby?" Emma asked.
"I'm sorry, what?" I looked away from Raoul's crotch to the two staring at me.
"I said you'll love to cook dinner one of these days and show daddy how good you are at cooking, too."
"No, I'm sure it's not as good as your father's cooking."
Raoul sat down with a stoic expression.
I adjusted the tent in my sweatpants under the table without them noticing.
We started eating, and the two continued to chat.
Intimidated at talking to my fiance's hot father, all I could do was eat in silence and steal glances at him.
"Sweetheart, has your sister told you they have one less wedding usher? Tommy's friend got in an accident and broke his legs."
"No. Did they find a new one?"
"Not yet." Raoul stabbed a piece of meat with his fork and brought it to his mouth.
With eyes wide, Emma looked at me and subtly cocked her head toward her dad.
"I...I'll do it, sir."
Raoul didn't look up from his plate. "Nah, we'll look for someone else. Tommy's friend is a big guy. The suit won't fit you."
I looked at my fiance with a 'what now?' face.
"Daddy, I'm sure the tailor can alter the suit when you guys go for another fitting."
"The wedding is just a few days away. There might be no time to make major alterations."
Well, it's either that or no usher at all.
"Let me take care of it. I'll talk to Emilia." She mouthed at me, 'talk to him.'
"Uhm, sir. Emma mentioned that you're a former marine."
"Yes."
"What do you do now? What keeps you busy? If you don't mind me asking."
"I have a private security business. We employ former soldiers to protect high-profile clients."
"Like movie stars?"
"Politicians like heads of state." He stopped cutting the food and turned his head to me with a threatening look. "And we do extensive background checks on people who could, potentially, pose a threat to our clients and the people they care about. If you're hiding something, we'll find out about it."
I tore my gaze away and focused on my plate. Jeez, was Raoul talking about me?
"Daddy, you promised you'll go easy on him."
"What, sweetheart? I was just telling him what my company does."
"It's okay. I did ask him."
"So, Benjamin. My daughter told me you're a personal trainer."
"Yes, sir. I am. And I have a few celebrity clients."
"And he's a model, too. He did a campaign for an underwear brand a couple of months ago."
"Baby, that was just a freelance gig. One of my clients had a friend who happened to need an additional model for the brand."
"Not exactly a stable source of income." Raoul's delivery had a tone of condescension.
"It's not ideal at the moment, sir. But I have prospects which might get me to where I want to be soon."
"Any backup plans just in case things don't work out?"
"No, sir. But—"
"Personal training is not much of a lucrative source of income, Benjamin. How do you expect to make a living with freelance gigs and few celebrity clients?"
"Mr. de Luca, I—"
"I will not tolerate my daughter and future grandchildren not having the life they deserve."
My entire body vibrated. I gripped the knife and fork tight. "I may not make much money like you as a personal trainer. But I'm good, no, I'm great at it."
"Well, I think it's better—"
"With all due respect, sir. I don't give a fuck what you think. I'm hard-working, and I'll provide for your daughter and our future children the best way I know."
Emma bolted up, pushing the chair back. "Daddy! I can't believe you would do...ugh!" She stormed out.
"Sweetheart..."
"Excuse me, sir." I left my future father-in-law by himself and followed my upset fiance.
BOISTEROUS men from both the bride and groom's side took over the tailor's shop. Some sat on the couches, chatting away. Some stood in front of the mirror, attended to by the staff.
"Excuse me, sir." I walked up to one of the tailors standing in front of a rack of suits. "I'm the replacement for one of the ushers."
"Oh, yes. The groom said one of the suits had to be altered. You must be Mr. Fuller." The middle-aged man browsed through the rack behind him.
"Yes, I am. Do you really need to do alterations? Will it be major?"
"No, not really. You're almost the size as the other one. But I still need to check where to make the adjustments."
"Okay. So, what now?"
He turned around and handed me a three-piece suit on a hanger covered in a clear garment bag. "Put this on, Mr. Fuller."
"Where's your fitting room?"
He pointed to a doorway with curtains at the back of the shop. "Through there, sir."
I thanked him, draped the suit over my forearm, and headed in that direction.
Through the curtain, there was a large walk-in closet-sized area with two doors on the wall.
I tried the knob of the one closest to me.
It was locked.
There was movement inside, followed by a muffled voice of my future brother-in-law, "I'm in here."
"Oops. Sorry, Marco." I went to the second door and turned the knob.
It was unlocked.
I opened the door to step inside but did a double-take instead.
Inside, my future father-in-law was bent over with his jeans down to his thighs. His tighty-whities-covered butt pointed at me.
"Oh, shit." I backed out quickly and shut the door. My heart raced inside my chest, and the front of my shorts started to tighten.
There was a shuffle of clothes inside the fitting room.
The door opened, and Raoul appeared with his jeans back up but with the fly open. The waistband and an imprint of a fat dick head showed at the front of the white briefs.
I tore my gaze away and looked at his handsome face. "I'm really sorry, sir. The door was not locked when I tried the knob. I thought there was no one inside."
"Don't worry about it, Benjamin." Raoul pointed behind him with a thumb. "We can share the room. I don't mind."
"No, it's okay. I'll stay out here and wait my turn."
"Don't be ridiculous. We're both men. There's no reason we can't change in front of each other. This is just like a locker room, only smaller."
"Can it even fit two big guys like us?" I craned my neck to see inside.
Raoul's suit hung on a hook on one side of the wall. One wall had a full-body mirror. But the space inside looked big enough for four football players.
"Come on." He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me inside. "The sooner you get inside, the sooner we'll finish getting dressed."
I let myself be dragged inside. Fuck, my future father-in-law is going to strip down to his underwear in front of me.
He closed the door, locked it, and resumed taking his jeans off. Our combined body heat and manly musk filled the fitting room.
Everything was silent except for the sound of fabric rubbing fabric.
My heart thrashed in my chest like a jackhammer as I turned my back to him and placed my suit on an available hook.
When I turned to face him, he had his shirt removed and hung on another hook. Salt and pepper hair covered his defined chest.
Our gazes met.
I immediately looked away, grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, and pulled it off me.
Raoul pushed his jeans down to his ankles, stepped off, and put them on the hook where his shirt was. He stood in front of me in nothing else but white briefs.
My eyes lingered on the large mound of meat pointing upward inside the front pouch. Blood rushed to my dick at the sight of this straight daddy in front of me.
Shit, not now. I turned away and opened the garment bag to hide the hard-on inside my shorts.
He did the same and went to his on the hook next to mine.
I put the white shirt on and tried to act like I had nothing to hide. Please, don't notice my boner.
"Uh, Benjamin." Raoul faced me.
"Yes, sir?" I buttoned the shirt closed without looking at him. But from my peripheral, I could make out his brief-covered bulge.
"About what happened at dinner the other night."
"Sir." I turned my head to him. "I'm sorry for what I—"
"No, everything was my fault. I shouldn't have said what I've said to you."
As I let him speak, I forced my eyes to stay on his face and not wander anywhere else on his body, especially his crotch.
"So, I hope you forgive me because I spoke with Emma last night. She said she will not forgive me if you don't."
"Of course, I forgive you, sir. You're going to be my father-in-law soon."
"Yeah. Let's start over." He stretched his arm out. "Since you're going to be my son-in-law, just call me Raoul from now on."
I shook his hand. "Okay, Raoul."
"What the heck?" He pulled me to him and gave me a tight hug. "We're going to be family soon. Might as well get used to hugging it out."
"Ugh!"
My arm got sandwiched between us, and the tip of my fingers touched the waistband of his briefs. His meaty dick pressed onto my hip. But in turn, my hard dick inside my shorts pressed onto his.
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