Unexpected

The Will

It's been 4 days since that horrendous incident at St. Regis with my biological father. I still couldn't get him out of my head, how he fucked me the night before and how I puked all over his very expensive shoes the next day. I was so embarrassed that I kept ignoring the calls from my lawyer, Mac. He, however, pestered me with a zillion text messages, DMs and emails after he gave up calling. I didn't want to deal with him or my father yet because everything just became extremely complicated the minute I got dicked by the person who created me, and loved every single moment of it.

So, I did what I do best, go to work and train, put that extra energy to those who need my services at the gym. It really paid off, though. Clients were satisfied with how I pushed them in their workouts. It helped me forget the incident, at least for a while.

"Liam." I was startled and dropped the weights I was holding down on the floor, the sound echoing inside my empty gym. It was Mac. He finally gave up all the digital forms of communication and decided to see me in person. "I knew I'd find you here."

"What the fuck, Mac? You startled me. You know I'm always alone at this time of the night." I said exasperatedly while putting back the dropped weights where they belong.

"This couldn't wait. The will your parents left you expires in 2 weeks." He said, while looking straight at me with his stern amber eyes.

"So? It's just a meet-up with my father. I don't really get anything out of it." I walked towards the shower room and Mac followed behind.

"You don't get it do you? There's a lot more at stake than just what your parents wanted. Don't you know?"

"What?" I looked at him while grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat off my head.

"They really didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Your moms left you a huge amount of money." He had a serious look on his face but I just snorted a laugh.

"Money? Are you shitting me right now?" I laughed again. "We weren't rich. The town house was all they left me. That's what they said in the note that was sent to me in case they died." I looked back at him but his face never changed. He even added a scowl just to make a point.

I ignored it and proceeded to remove my clothes in front of him. I didn't care that he was my lawyer. Mac was a family friend who was always there when my moms would throw a party. He'd seen me with very little clothes on and I've seen him in pretty much the same. I even used to fantasize about him. You see, Mac is what you'd call a DILF. He's 43 years old but he looks like 30 with a body of a demigod. His perfectly styled dark hair with strands of gray bring out his seductive bluish green eyes that will leave you mesmerized as he stares at you.

"Dude, they left you 10 million dollars." He blurted out.

I was so surprised that I slipped and stumbled while removing my underwear, the last article of clothing I had on. My back fell towards Mac who immediately caught me but as soon as I slammed onto him, he lost his balance, too, which brought both of us crashing down the floor. "Shit. I'm sorry." I said. I tried to get up but the tangled underwear on my legs kept me from doing so. My ass was firmly planted on his bulge which was growing by the second. The cleft of my naked ass kept bouncing on his clothed hard-on because I kept trying to stand up but failing every time.

"This feels like old times." I can feel him smirking behind me, his hand slowly moving towards my crotch. "Just because I'm your lawyer now doesn't mean we can't fuck." His other hand grabbed my body and held me close, his lips licking the sensitive part of my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. The good kind.

I remembered how I met Mac. He was my neighbor back at my old apartment. He saw me and my parents carrying boxes and offered help that time when I was moving in. My parents invited him for drinks inside and we talked for what seemed like an entire day. He also helped hook up my entertainment system because he was a gaming enthusiast just like I was. He really loved my moms so whenever they visit, he brings them all sorts of presents and stays to chat. They loved him, too.

It was all innocent and he was just a friend but a few months after I moved in, he got locked out of his unit one time and I offered for him to stay in mine. That's when I saw him in his full naked glory when he stepped out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel. He was hot and I just stood there staring at him like I was in a trance. Next thing I knew, his towel was on the floor and we were on my couch making out. He fucked me several times that night.

As we stayed lying on the gym floor, he started tracing my jawline with his tongue and lips. "You know, I missed this." He wrapped his left arm around my waist, his fingers gently playing with my trail down to the root of my cock, while his right hand moved behind my ass, his fingers probing tight ring of my pucker.

I kicked my underwear away, turned around and planted my lips on his. He immediately kissed back, our tongues dancing, me moaning inside his mouth, while he continued his finger assault on my quivering hole.

"I missed this, too." I murmured as I broke the kiss, then went back and peppered his perfect jawline with more kisses. I don't know how I did it but I was able to unfasten his belt and undo his buttons while grinding on top of him, our lips and tongues still connected. The minute he got his underwear down, his massive organ that I so desperately missed slapped on my crack, the leaking head sputtering its juicy precum on my lower back.

I couldn't wait. I wanted him inside me so I lifted myself up, aimed his slippery fuck stick over my puckered hole and impaled myself in one fell swoop. My eyes rolled at the sudden intrusion, not from pain but from pleasure. I needed his dick. It's been days since I got fucked by my own father and I still couldn't forget how great that felt. Mac's cock wasn't as massive as his but it was close. Really, really close. "Fuck me." I moaned and he obliged.

I was suddenly lifted a few inches away from him, his arms supporting my weight, as he pummeled me on the gym floor, the sound of his thighs slapping on my ass cheeks echoing in the entire gym. "Oh. My. God." I said in between pants. Mac was giving me all he's got which was exactly the same treatment he gave me when he fucked me on my couch the first time. He was hitting all the right buttons inside me, my dick was leaking copious amounts all over his fancy suit. "I'm about to cum." I tried to grab my dick but he stopped me.

He pulled me close then whispered "I'm gonna fuck the cum out of you", then he started going faster. My entire body kept shuddering as he jammed his dick straight into my prostate every time he thrusted and after a few strokes, my upper body went rigid as I felt one of the most intense orgasms happen. Eight shots of my thick load erupted from my cock, painting his face, his expensive looking tie, and his button down shirt that was soaked with both our sweat.

As soon as my orgasm ended, I felt him thrust again, but this time, it was him who shook under me. I felt his cock grow larger inside me as it erupted what felt like a gallon of warm cum, coating my insides, sending me into another mini orgasm. My cock spurted a few more time between us as it happened.

When our orgasmic high ended, I looked at him smiled. "Thanks for that." He smiled back.

* * *

I was sitting on one of the benches, folding Mac's ruined clothes and stuffing them into a paper bag when got out of the shower. We decided to shower separately because we might not get our hands off of each other and I still needed to close the gym. "So, about the will, what happens when I fail to do what it wants me to do?" I asked while handing him a fresh set of clothes from my gym's merch. He grabbed them and headed for my locker.

"Mind if I used this ?" He lifted the body care products from my locker and I shook my head. "Go ahead." I replied. "If the will expires, you lose everything." He said.

"Everything?" The post-fuck smile I had was turning into a frown.

"Everything, including the house and the money." He said as he was pulling up the sweatpants that I gave him.

I didn't want to lose the house. The 10 million also sounded real nice. But, getting all that meant I had to face my biological father, who I met the night before in a bar, took home and had him fuck my brains out and loved every single minute of it, then puked all over his expensive shoes, then fantasized him doing me again and again with no regrets.

Fuck. "Fine. Call my biological father and set up a second meeting."