Father And Son Gay Novels & Stories

She sat in front of it, staring at the screen, hesitating for what felt like forever before finally plugging the drive in. The screen flickered. Then a folder popped up. “CONFIDENTIAL – C.” She clicked. Inside were several video files. Old ones. Dated months before her father’s death. Ariella clicked the first one. The image was grainy, but clear enough to make her breath catch. Her father sat behind his desk, phone pressed to his ear. His face was tight, his tone cold—so unlike the man she remembered tucking her in at night. > “You tell Draven that I don’t play by threats,” he said. “If he wants war, he’ll get it.”

How can a man who doesn't understand his own son understand a complete stranger? I stay silent. As I always do. My mother looks at me with the same sympathy in her eyes as she always does. My father levels me with a hard look, as usual. The only new addition here is Anthony Crosswalk. Who looks at me like I'm way beneath him. But, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what he thinks about me, because it's not him I'm marrying, it's his son, who, from what I've seen, does not like his father. "Where's Warren?" I ask my mother, referring to the boy who used to landscape our garden, AKA my childhood crush.

“But, Father, you already have your wife and two illegitimate children to give you grandkids. Why are you always on my neck? I’ve told you before— I don’t want children, and I do not like women!” The room fell silent for a second, and then my father’s eyes widened in disbelief. “So, are you gay?” he asked, his voice trembling. “You mean… you’re gay? I’ve always known it,” he muttered to himself, his eyes welling up with tears. “I’ve always known…”

“You’re dating a man? Well son if you liked men, you should have told us. We would love you no matter what. Granted it would hurt just a little bit knowing my oldest son may not give me any biological grandkids but whoever you love I would love them too. Now you just bring that stallion on over so we can meet him and I’ll give him the same talk I gave to your sister’s husband.” “Oh, my freaking god. Dad, just stop. One I am not gay. Two the date is with a woman. Three women can be CEO’s four I appreciate you giving your blessing besides there are ways gay couples can have their own biological children now. And five I AM NOT GAY!!!”

As my father said then, “I wanted you to gain experience in sex and since you are gay, I will not interfere, but I will not allow you to sink to the level of a whore. If you really feel like it, just tell me, I'll find you a decent guy, but for now, have fun with it. It was my father's most stupid investment. Because his son was fucked for his own money in his own house! Yes, not only was I the first guy, but he was mine. I was sure that everything was for real ... - Are you okay? John's voice pulled me from my memories.

I explained and I honestly hope that he will understand me this time. My father is very ruthless when it comes to gay related issues, so if he finds out that someone is trying to turn his son to gay, he will flip and he will do the unspeakable to make sure that it never happens, so all of this has to be very private till I figure out my next move.

I just couldn’t fathom, couldn’t grasp the fact that what he had just said was actually the truth. My father…Jonathan Winters, the man who had always prided himself for being the indomitable business tycoon, the heartless bastard who had always hated me for being his gay son…was gay himself? What the hell? Was this some kind of joke…some kind of new way for him to hurt me now that all of his other methods had failed? I felt light-headed and dizzy, so I searched for something solid, something real, and, on instinct, my gaze landed on Kai.

"He looks grand. I swear his head could explode if he won't let out the pent-up anger. He's a weird man, though. He married his gay son to another man and thought nothing might happen between them? Delusional." I suck in a deep breath as the memories flood my mind. "Actually, my father thinks he cured me from the gay virus because I was careful not to kiss someone in front of him or get caught with another man. I knew what his reaction would be since my coming out journey wasn't the nicest, so I chose to keep to myself." Explaining my life has never been easy, especially in aspects that concern my father and his disgusting homophobic attitude towards me. Nero freezes and nuzzles his nose in

I looked from Ethan to Clara, waiting for someone to explain, waiting for Ethan to laugh and say this was a misunderstanding. “Ava, darling….it's so good to see you. We had stopped hoping you'd ever wake up.” Clara commented, with a sly smile. I stared at the boy's small hands around Ethan's neck, and turned back to my sister. “Who…who is that?” Ethan shifted uncomfortably, and he looked away from me. He looked at Clara, then back at me. “This is… our son. His name is Matthew.” I almost fell off the bed. “Your….your son?” My hands were begining to shake, and I was really trying not to pass out. Who knew when I'd wake up again?

Tears blurred my vision as I looked past his arm, meeting Grey’s completely unbothered, disgusted stare. Grey let out a short, disappointed sigh. “You really are completely broken, aren’t you?” Grey whispered, looking at his son like he was a piece of faulty machinery. “He destroyed me, and you taught me to never let anyone get away with fucking with my head. Isn’t that right, Father?” Grey didn’t respond, and I felt like a lamb being offered at an altar. “Do with him whatever you please, but I won’t accept any of the gay nonsense,” his father responded.