Father And Son Gay Novels & Stories

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

He's glaring at me like he's about to land another punch on me, so I gulped out of fear. "I'll head to school now, D-dad," I told Dad nervously. I'm seventeen now, and I'm still scared of my father. Here's the reason why me and my Dad were close: we're like brothers, and we have a great bond together as father and son. But not until two years ago, when I accidentally outed to everyone and told them I was Gay and I liked boys. The bond between me and my father changed; he never sees me as his son anymore, and he constantly beats me until I bleed since then.

"Father, let's not talk about her anymore." "What you need is a good Estrean wife!" The King was about to take a drink of his wine but pointed with it to his sons instead. "Both of you! Settle down! Find good Estrean women!" He took a drink, set down his glass, and looked them in the eye. "You both have responsibilities to have children to further the lineage, you know." "Father, I'm gay." Xavier sighed. His father studied him for a moment and then replied, "Well... that shouldn't stop you from taking a wife! Do your duty to your country, man!"

Jeffrey replied as he walked away. Jeffrey's father couldn't sleep that night as he walked round the room confused and in tears. “I have finally lost my son” He said. Jeffrey's voice kept ringing in his ears “ if I'm a gay then you made me who I'm today." What do you think will be to the end of Jeffrey and how will you reactif you're in the shoes of his Father.

Felix scratched the part of his neck that was not itchy and then the man cleared his throat before saying softly, "That ... I don't want to make my son ashamed of me." Claire raised one eyebrow in surprise, "Sean? What do you mean you don't want to embarrass Sean?" Felix nodded slowly, "Yes, Claire. I can't imagine my son knowing that his father is a jerk. I'm so afraid that my son will look at me badly and that he won't be able to take anything good from me." The man even lowered his head and looked like a child who had just been caught doing something wrong. It was the first time Felix had ever seen such a guilty expression from Felix Homann.

Clark got up from the ground and looked straight at his father. "You idiot!. How dare you do that to me!. How dare you cause me such embarrassment, my church is in chaos all because of you. You!.. how dare you!. It's not enough that you are gay, but no you were having sex with a married man!" Mr Williams bellowed angrily, his fingers shakingly pointing at his son.

Slowly, I looked into her eyes. “You really want to know what’s wrong?” I asked. She nodded and gently placed my head on her shoulder. “Talk to me,” she said softly. “Sebastian Whitmore,” I whispered. “Sebastian Whitmore.” “He’s Xavier’s father.” “No!” I suddenly stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I held my face in disgust, rubbing my arms in anger. “What have I done?” “No!” “This can’t be!” Vanezza walked closer. “Who’s Xavier?” she asked.

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

“We’re tired of you and we feel the best thing to do with you right now would be to get you married.” Felix exhaled, raising his head as his eyes met his dad’s. “I’m gay, dad. Have you forgotten that?” “What does that have to do with this?” “I don’t know what exactly you’re thinking but you can’t possibly be thinking of getting your gay son married to one of your business partners’ daughters, right?” Felix said to him. “What the hell am I even saying? Why the hell would I get married?” Allen pulled his glass of water close to him and toyed with it for a while before replying his son. “I know you’re gay,” Allen replied. “And no, I’m not cruel enough to marry you off to any girl.”

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.