Cerita Bapak Gay Novels & Stories

I suddenly faced him and put his two hands on my chest, which surprised him. "Is it big?" I asked and smiled sheepishly. "F**kkkkkkkkk!!" He screamed and immediately withdrew his hand. I was surprised when he threw soap on my forehead "Ouchhh!" That hurts but it will be okay! That's how I got used to it, sh*t my forehead hurts! BTW he's Ken Fernandez my husband I mean, my one and only GAY HUSBAND. Yep, he's right, he's gay, he's a very handsome man, and yeah he's really gay!

When my mom remarried and I got a new stepbrother, I thought I would hate him but instead he became my best friend and everything I ever wanted. But things started going the wrong way when I walked in on him, watching gay p**n and jerking off. My brother was gay? And worse, my cock jerked at the sight of him. ******

she shrugged “You said something about Mr. Puna being an old man. I didn’t know he’s old.” “It’s a long story, but I’ll cut it short. Mr. Henry Puna like Gabriel told you is gay, but being the only son of his parents, they got him high and forced him to have sex with a random whore after getting him to erect through his boyfriend. The whore got pregnant, gave birth and handed the baby over to Henry’s parents who have been taking care of the boy.”

“I’m not.” I tilted my head. “Didn’t look straight when you made out with me at that club.” He laughed, sharp and bitter. “I’m not gay because I’m not broken.” That did it. “What does that mean?” I growled. He stepped closer, his eyes burning. “People become gay because they’re insecure. They are gay because they know they can't satisfy a woman.” I scoffed. He will be surprised that gay men are better in bed. And he would know that if I actually fucked him that night.

I figuratively heard my pride as a gay man who loves sex being crushed into tiny little pieces. Gunner was right that I knew and heard about men experimenting with sex with gay men. I heard about them countless times, telling people that they just do it with gay men out of curiosity, excitement, and the sex. But again, knowing about it doesn’t make the pain and the anger less.

Mom grunted, brows pulled deeper. “Sorry, just trying to let you know.” I scoffed again, shaking my head in amusement. “There's nothing more emasculating for a guy than taking a fellow guy's dick up their ass.” Mom groaned. “Okay, that's enough, Tate. I get it. You're not gay. You're just a homophobic retard.” “What? I'm not homophobic. I'm just spitting facts here, Mom.” I said, amused. “Like, why would a guy turn gay when there's pussy?”

The sound was rich and full of life as it echoed across the landscape. The sound came back over and over again and I felt a warmth like never before crawl under my skin, settling in my stomach as I looked down at her. “That’s gay, are you…. Oh my god, you’re gay?” She teased, and it was only a matter of time before I was laughing my ass off, my stomach hurting from laughing so hard. “Shut up. I’m not gay, you’re literally carrying the evidence of that.” I retorted. “Oh, in the past, gay men were known to have kids and act like heterosexual people to avoid judgement, they even impregnate their female partners before going off to fuck another man or her fucked by another man.”

I am so confused about his outburst and I am not exactly sure that I heard him right, how can Brian be his mate, what about my mom? "I don't understand any of this, what about mom?" I asked curiously and with how tensed he looks, he would have probably been pacing around my office right now if he could walk. "Your mom is my second bond mate while Brian here was my first mate." He clarified but that doesn't make me feel less weird. What I am understanding from this is that dad was gay at one point and he had a male mate and whatever happened between them is probably the reason he created the law and he is always so angry about gay related issues.

I asked, changing the subject. “As soon as I’m done with my coffee farm. And managing your father. And checking out that restaurant of Erick’s you keep saying is good. I want to make sure he’s selling food, not drugs.” “He’s gay, Ma. Gay isn’t illegal.” “Gay people can smuggle things too. I saw it on a N*****x show.” I set my mug down. “Okay, we’ve officially crossed into conspiracy theory territory.” “Don’t forget to eat. Don’t get too skinny. I know New York likes women who look like bones, but your child needs a mother, not a human hanger.”