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I got off the plane nervous as hell. Not only was I a month and a half away from starting college in a city I’d never been to before, but I was also about to see my father for the first time in years.

 

When I was 10 my parents divorced, more accurately my dad completely disappeared one day leaving only divorce papers. My mom never really talked about it but I think she had known it was coming and was fully willing. She never talked bad about my father to me but I had overheard her and her friends call him a faggot before and alude to him being gay.

 

When I had been accepted to NYU I hadn’t really thought much of it. My mom had forced me to apply because of some vague connection my father had that could make it really cheap. Little did I know cheap meant a full ride, which was great because my stepdad had refused to let my mom spend any money on my college.

 

That’s why I was meeting my dad again, the full ride didn’t include housing so I had to live with him. My mom had apparently still had a number of his and gave it to me to call. When I had my dad had been really excited to have me stay with him, acting as if we hadn’t not talked in nearly a decade. 

 

I had decided it would be good to move in a bit early so that I had time to adjust before classes started. 

 

As I walked towards baggage claim I saw a large bulky man, a few inches shorter than I was, which was most people since I was 6’2. He was incredibly thick with muscle wearing tight black jeans a black tank top and a leather jacket. He had a thick beard and a shaved head. 

 

The man walk up to me and hugged me 

 

“How are you son” he boomed “it feels like forever since I’ve last seen you”

 

I realized that it’s man was my father, his face did look similar I just hadn’t seen it past the beard. The dad I had know was your average clean cut family man.

 

“That’s because it has been” I mumbled 

 

“I guess it has” my dad chuckled “ well I already got your bag so let’s head to the Uber I got waiting” he said putting his arm around me as he lead me out.

 

It was a long drive but on the way my dad began explaining where I would be living.

 

“Well I don’t actually own the house, it’s my husbands, but with the prenup our assets are still separate” my dad explained to my shock. So my mom hadn’t been lying when she called him a faggot.

“He’s out on business right now but should be home in a week or two I’m sure you’ll love him”

 

“Hmm I bet” I said half heartedly. I didn’t know what I had expected but it wasn’t that my dad had abandoned his family to go be gay in New York.

 

We soon pulled up in front of a large brownstone.

“Nice place” I mumbled as we got out of the car.

 

“Thanks I’m sure you’ll love it” my dad said as we walked inside. Once inside he took off his jacket, revealing that not only was he now totally covered in hair, but he was also covered in tattoos. 

 

He showed me up to the guest room where he left me to unpack. As I began unpacking I noticed that the last guest hadn’t taken everything with them, in one of the dresser drawers was a tiny pink thong. Too scared to touch it I just left it be. I noticed some other things had been forgotten too, a small brown vial and a small black pouch.

 

I looked at the vial but the label had clearly been ripped off. I tried to smell it and was hit with a strong chemical odor that made me feel light headed. It smelt kinda good in a weird way like sharpies and as I kept sniffing it I felt myself warm up a little a get kinda horny.

 

I ran up and locked the door before I striped naked and began stroking my cock while sniffing the vial. I began to wonder what was in the pouch and when I opened it I saw a small metal teardrop with a gem sticking out a rod from the thick part. It was cover in something, I tried smelling it but the chemical smell was stuck in my nose so instead I licked it. It tasted amazing and I soon popped the entire thing in my mouth, sucking it like a ring pop. 

 

Soon after I started sucking it I felt something in my ass, almost like an itch from the inside. I reached down with one finger to feel and was shocked when it slipped straight into my asshole. As I pulled it out a ripple ran through my body that felt amazing. I had the urge for something more substantial than a finger and remembered the metal thing in my mouth. 

 

As I huffed th vial I took the metal teardrop towards my asshole. As I pushed it against my ring I felt ripples of pleasure until all at once it popped in sending a shockwave through me that made me cum immediately.

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After I finished masturbating I feel straight to sleep exhausted from my flight. I woke up at what must have been the middle of the night. As I went downstairs I heard moaning coming from the living room.

 

As I leaned my head in I saw the tv playing gay porn. Not just any gay porn either but really intense grimy stuff. Men were getting fisted, some had their cocks locked up, others were smoking or injecting things.

 

On the couch sat my dad with his back turned to me. He was holding a cigar with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. As I watched I realized my cock was getting hard and I had the overwhelming urge to stroke it.

 

I snuck back up to my room and tried pulling up some porn on my phone. To my surprise it seemed like all the straight porn had been banned so I resorted to watching gay porn.

 

I soon realized the thing inside my ass was a butt plug. I kept pushing on it when I stroked sending waves through me. I eventually shoot another load to a video of a hairless man getting fucked by a big hairy one.

 

When I woke up in the morning I was sweaty and covered in my cum. I went straight for the shower. It was in a shared bathroom between me and my dads room. 

 

As I got into the shower I noticed there was a weird tube attached to the wall, after looking at it a bit I realized it was a fleshlight. I purposefully ignored it wondering just how many sex toys were in this house.

 

After my shower I got dressed and went downstairs where a bowl of oatmeal was waiting for me.

 

“Made you some breakfast son” my dad said “it’s my husband’s special recipe, everything a boy needs” he was wearing another wife beater and jeans that were tight on his broad frame.

 

“Uh thanks dad” I said as I began eating. It had a strange taste but not wanting to be rude I finished the bowl quickly.

 

I got up to get a glass of water from the sink when my dad stopped me.

 

“Not so fast son, our waters under advisory so no tap water. I’ll go get some more bottles today but there some in the closet” he said pointing at a closet across the kitchen.

 

The water bottles were on the bottom shelf and looked like they might have been opened but I guzzled it down anyway. It tasted strange but I just attributed it to the oatmeal still stuck in my mouth.

 

I went to sit on the couch feeling lightheaded and fuzzy. My dad walked up and said something I wasn’t paying attention to before leaving the house.

 

After he left I turned on the tv wanting to watch something. However when I turned it on it started playing strange porn. I felt thirsty and grabbed another water bottle to drink as I tried to change the channel. The porn showed small hairless men getting fucked by big bears while wearing lingerie. It then switched to hairy men fucking each other.

 

As I stroked my cock mindlessly to the porn I realized something, the one thing all the men getting fucked had in common was that their cocks were completely limp. I then felt that my cock was not only limp but maybe even smaller than normal. I gave up on my cock and began fucking my hole with the butt plug id left in me. 

 

I was bent over the coffee table watching the hypnotic video as I felt the pressure of an orgasm build up and explode out of me. The coffee table was now covered in cum and I knew I needed to clean it. The only way I could think to was to begin licking it up.

 

My tounge ran across my slightly sweet cum before it ran into something crusty and bitter. I licked a bit more as the image of my father fisting his cock infront of the coffee table came to mind. The bitter crust was my father’s, but with my head spinning and the strange video filling my mind I didn’t care and kept licking the table clean.

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Two great chapters to kick this off.  Can’t wait to see how the kid begins to adjust to dad and his husband and learns how to become a part of their truly hot and very untraditional lifestyle.  Hope he can realize how lucky he is to be in this special home.  I had some really good times in college but nothing as fantastic as what I think this will turn out to be.  More please.

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