Dad didn’t approve of the fact that I was spending so much time with my new stepdad. Aside from the natural dislike he had for the man who was now fucking his ex-wife, Dad also disliked Stepdad for being, in Dad’s words, “an alcoholic redneck who needs to get a job.”
Dad was an Ivy League educated lawyer, which meant he was a snob who looked down at people he considered to be of ‘lower class’. He was worried that me spending time with Stepdad would cause me to turn into a dumb country hick with no ambition. He’d even threatened to stop paying for my university tuition if I spent spring break with Stepdad over spending it doing an internship that he’d arranged at his firm.
Stepdad hadn’t been happy with my dad when he’d found out why I couldn’t come to his over the break. He’d gone as far as challenging Dad to come visit him so they could prove to each other exactly what class of man each was. Dad, always keen to prove his superiority over those he considered lesser, agreed.
Their meeting certainly made clear to both of them exactly what sort of men each of them were. I don’t think Dad expected Stepdad to so clearly and easily demonstrate that he was the alpha male who can fuck what he wants and dominate others for his own pleasure. Dad certainly hadn’t expected to be so thoroughly exposed as a cum-guzzling slut of a man. But his cum stained suit and wet puffy lips spoke for themselves.
At least afterwards, Dad was more understanding of why his wife had left him for Stepdad. What women wouldn’t? And he was much more keen on me spending time with Stepdad, even when it meant not seeing him as much. I think he was worried that his new found passion for choking on cock would rub off on me. Considering I spend most of my time during visits gagging on Stepdad’s dick to ensure I remain a better cocksucker than my dad, I think that ship had sailed.
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