Father And Son Gay Novels & Stories

Aaron complimented. “Please, you don't have to lie. Daddy never liked that I wasn't interested in the family's business." Maya huffed, her voice tinged with sadness. Aaron wanted to correct the young lady that her father was, in fact, very happy that she chose her own path and wouldn't stop telling anyone who cared to listen that his daughter was smart, but he held his tongue. He hoped that a different day and a better time would surface for that. “Ah, I should go.” The man said, rocking his heels as he stared at his watch.

My lips parted in shock, as I stared, eyes widened at him, confused out of my wits. “Me being gay is already a disgrace to the Delgado lineage. If my father finds out, I'm dead! He would kill me without even thinking twice, Lucia.” The hairs on my whole body stood firm at those words. Surely, that wasn’t true right? There was no way a father would do that to his son just because he is gay right? Right? “Ok…okay, I won’t tell” I wave my hands in the air a little. “Are you sure?” He asked, and I slowly nodded.

I was wrong. A few days passed. I tried to gather myself, trying to survive the shame and the heartbreak. One afternoon, while walking in the city market, I heard a familiar voice call out. "Selene?" I turned around. There stood Adrian, arm in arm with Elara. But beside them stood an older man—tall, broad-shouldered, hair streaked with gray, sharp intimidating eyes, and wearing an expensive tailored suit. It was Adrian’s father. Don Lorenzo. One of the richest, most powerful, and most feared men in the country.

My breath caught, my chest tightening as the reality settled in fully, impossibly, making everything feel like it was moving beneath me. His father. I slept with my fiancé’s father. This couldn’t be real. The dizziness came fast, overwhelming, and I instinctively held onto Ryan, my fingers gripping him tightly, because I was certain that if I let go, I would collapse right there in front of everyone. “No, we haven’t met,” his father said calmly. His gaze never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, Elara.”

The room went quiet and I got up, "exactly what I thought... before you try and come to me with your godly stupid fixing... go count all men you've slept with including the married ones... then go apologize to their wives and tell them what a cunt you've been. My life needs no fixing. But yours on the other hand..." "Shut up Precious!.. enough enough!!!!!!!!!" My father yelled and I kept quiet... He looked at me.. one look I'd never forget. He seemed sick or disappointed... it broke me.. "Dad..." I said almost in tears, "I'm gay.." He shook his head a bit, got up and left.

"Nice to see you again, Matty." "You too, Mrs. Smith," I replied politely. I shook hands with Sam's father, and we had a nice chat for a few minutes, talking about school and other things. While I'd met Sam's parents before, this was easily the longest duration we'd ever spoken. Sam's dad made a few references to San Francisco politics, specifically his support of the LGBTQ agenda, and as the conversation wore on, I got the distinct impression Sam's father thought I was a homosexual. When we separated again, I leaned in and whispered, "Does your dad think I'm gay?"

“I don’t want to hear any more of the filth that comes out of your mouth. I know what you’re up to, and I’m telling you right now—you’re going to fail.” “What have I done to you, son?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration and a bit of hurt. I couldn’t wrap my head around the hatred my son had for me. He knew I was his father, yet he never wanted anything to do with me. It’s not like we ever sat down and talked about it either—he wouldn’t even give me that. I had no clue what Lisette or her father had poisoned his mind with, but whatever it was, it had stuck like glue. And Jayden never once confronted me directly about it. He just kept his distance, like I was some sort of contagious dis

"Your only son and heir... ...is gay!"

Of course, none of what she said was true, but I didn’t even have it in me to say anything again. “Are you guys fine with…this?” By ‘this’ my father meant their son now being interested in guys and dating me. There was a hint of disgust in his tone when he said it, but my father had perfected the art of being homophobic in public so much so that an outsider would not interpret it to be the insult that it was but take it as a regular word.

he spoke quietly as if he were afraid someone would hear him. My brother was gay, but my father couldn't even dream of it. In his religion it was a very serious sin. But we were both born in the United States and raised very far from the customs of the Islamic religion. By the time my brother told me he was gay, I had already figured it out and I fully supported him. A few minutes later my father entered the room accompanied by my admirer. He hugged me for a long time and said we needed to talk. "What happened? Why are you so nervous?” My dad's hands were cold and I realized he had something very serious to reveal to me.