Romans & histoires Cerita Bapak Gay

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. ******

“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?”

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.”

he murmured, voice low and teasing, thumb brushing my lower lip through his hand. I coughed against his palm, glared up at him. “I’m not that obsessed,” I hissed when he finally let me speak. “I’m going for a beer.” “A beer this late?” His thick voice rolled over me like smoke. “Care to share why?” I bared my teeth, anger and heat twisting together. “Turns out your precious little son is gay.” He didn’t flinch. He just sighed, almost weary. “I’d hoped he’d keep that from you a while longer. Damn.”

“Well, you are his little bitch. I heard rumors about him being a certain type as well.” A certain type? “Tell me you are fucking kidding me,” I scoff, throwing the tissues I was crumbling in my hands into the bin angered. “You can’t be serious!” He looks at me with wide eyes as I lift my finger into his face. “Gay men don’t hump each other simply because they are gay. I might be his bitch workwise but there is nothing going on in that sense.” “Come on,” he grins, pushing me slightly. “I was just joking.”

“I’m so sorry. I feel like all I’ve done tonight is apologize to you tonight for being a shitty father - “ “Father, no. I get it. It must have been shocking. And knowing that if I’m gay, I won’t be able to carry on our bloodline. I should have told you and Mom. I should have - “ “My first mate was a male,” Father blurts out. There are several beats of silence after his statement. I must look like a fish the way I am opening and closing my mouth in search of something to say. Finally, I respond, though it’s more shrill than I had intended. “What?” “My first mate was a male. It was...I was mated to Richard.” “You’re gay?” I can’t seem to get the shrillness out of my tone.