Father And Son Gay Novels & Stories

But this only increased Trina’s suspicions even more. “Either way,” she smiled as she swirled her drink around in her cup. “I just wanted to tell you to look after my boy. He’s all I’ve got. Just don’t hurt him. Don’t break his heart and don’t put him in trouble.” All Dennis could do was nod and look away with a sigh. They then sat in silence for a while before hearing a loud bang in a room not too far away. Trina looked at Dennis and gave him a small smile. “His father is still getting used to the fact that his son is not only swinging the other way but is also married to a gay man.”

My mother's voice resonated in the room, "Shut up! You tried to run away, that's why we locked you up." I begged, "I promise I won't do it again." My father's voice softened as he spoke, "We are not that heartless, my son. We want you to be happy too. We have set up a date for you, go and enjoy today." I hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Dad, I love Steve. I can't go on a date with another person." My mother's voice became stern, "Don't make us embarrassed. Your father can't lift his head up if everyone knows that Bernard's one and only son is gay."

But now, I had become someone unrecognizable to him, someone who had crossed a line he could never understand. "Ace," my father finally spoke, his voice sharp and cutting, "you’ve embarrassed me. You’ve humiliated me. Do you know what this looks like? Do you know what this will do to the family name? That both of my sons exert gay tendencies?" His words were venomous, each one laced with disdain. "And this..." He gestured at Aiden, his face contorting in disgust. "This is what you’ve chosen? Instead of me, who wants to groom you. Leave my son alone." He barks.

Matt stood still unable to move, the sight in front of him was enough to shake everything he had ever believed. His father was gay. How was that even possible? "Listen to me Matt, you don't have to tell anyone," his father said as he rushed to put on his trousers. Matt didn't even know what to do at that point. He felt like crying and laughing all at once. His parents were not the perfect evil couple he had always thought. His father was cheating on his mother with another man!

he frowned “is just an act.” I stared at him, my stomach turning, It can’t be. “So you’re telling me… you’re not straight?” He looked at me, his eyes sad in a way that bothered me. “I’m not straight,” he finally said, his voice flat, with no expression. “But I’ll never be allowed to say it. My father would rather kick me out, take away my share of the company, than have a gay son.”

"How many times do I have to tell you, Dad? I am gay! And making me meet a woman and telling me to marry her won't change a damn thing! I am still gay, and I will remain fucking gay! This is who I am! So just fucking accept it! "No son of mine is gay!" My father started yelling. The veins in his neck were starting to be visible, his eyes were widening and going red, his nostrils were flaring, and he was also gritting his teeth. He was not just angry. It was more than that. He was mad. And before I could even think of how to respond to him, he had already held on to my jaw and squeezed it so tight that it started hurting and made me groan. "You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I will never a

his mouth. I moaned out as I felt him wrap his lips around me, he was pretty talented the way he started slow and got deeper over time. I put my hand on the back of his head and told him what a good boy he was as I hear him moan in excitement as he gets more passionate. We continue this for a bit before I tell him to get bent over and get ready to take it. He does as he’s told and gets his ass up presenting himself to me as I get behind him and mount him, my hands holding his waist as I rest my shaft on his hole and drag it. It feels good hearing him wimper in excitement as I pull back and start to press into him. He opens up as I slide deeper into his ass, his warmth surrounds my cock. It

He let go of her hair and walked around her, circling her like a predator examining a trapped animal. "I've been in London for five years," Julian continued, his voice echoing off the book-lined walls. "I stayed away because I couldn't stand the sight of my father’s greed. But then I get a call. He’s in a coma. And he’s married to a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. A girl from the Vance family—a family of bankrupt liars." He stopped in front of her again. "My father’s lawyers want to throw you out on the street. They want to call the police and have you investigated for elder abuse. For murder."

“Father… Jaden is gay. He’s interested in boys. I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to be close to him. For the family’s reputation.” His father paused, pretending to think. “You mean he’s gay?” he said, then scoffed. “A faggot.” Kai flinched internally. He kept his face blank. “Yes,” he said quietly. “Can you seduce him?” Kai’s head snapped up before he could stop himself. “Father?” His father laughed, waving a hand. “I’m joking. Relax.” Then, more seriously, “That boy will help you get into the university you want. Stick with him. Be close. Study together. Sleep over if you want.”

“Morning, Dad. Jean-Jacques and I checked our credit reports to be sure Vlad didn’t open any accounts in our name. We can’t think of anything else that might get us in trouble.” Lots of people believe that gay men have passive fathers and over-attentive mothers. There’s some theory that the lack of a strong male influence leads a guy to want that in a lover. And maybe for some guys it’s true. But in my case, there was no doubt my father was in charge.