Gay Bapak Novels & Stories

Gabe had no expression on his face as he said, “I am here to deliver a message on behalf of your Father. Mind if your little whore excuses us?” The latter part of his statement was said with a hint of disdain and contempt, and my face froze. Yet, I made no move to leave, and thankfully, Dominic did not force it. “She's staying. Say whatever you have to say and leave.” Gabe frowned slightly, his expression distasteful as though he had eaten a smile, “No wonder the master left angrily, who would have thought that a man like you would be caught under the web of a woman? An unworthy one, to be precise.”

Dad watched as I ate not evening trying to make small talk. “Your mum is very disappointed,” he started when I was done with the sandwiches. “We expected a stun like this from your brother not you. Not because we are sexist or misogynist. But you seemed more the type to say no to temptation or undue influence.” I rolled my eyes and turned on the bed. He paused his speech to see if I was okay. “Remember when you elected to take a vow of chastity at 8?” He chuckled. “And when you decided to wear a purity ring sophomore year of highschool when every other person was worried about losing their virginity.”

I smirked when I realized the reasons she was this way. “Let me tell you something, Skye, sweetheart,” I chuckled as I helped her turn her body around to face Gab and have her back to me. “Mmmmm…?” Skye could barely answer, and only moans could escape her lips. “Gab is a pygophilia,” I said, humorously. “He has this fetish for women’s butts. And I am pretty sure he is excited to dig into your backdoor. See? He has even started knocking?”

"You girls should wait outside" "Okay baba," they smiled and said few of his eulogies. Amanda kept following as she was trembling in the fear of uncertainty. She had cold feet. She wished she could back off, but it was late. The old man bolted the door. "Put your mind at rest kid. I am Baba Aniyikaye 1. The mighty one whom the deity sings his praises. I said put your mind at rest!! Is it money? It is with my mothers (His idols), is it influence? It's with my mothers. Wealth? Success? Fame? Name it! whatever. THE GLORIES OF THE EARTH HAS BEEN DELIVERED UNTO ME. I GIVE IT TO WHOMEVER I PLEASE. Did you know many of these your popular icons come to get thier influence from me? Many of the popula

“Listening to me fuck your mother every night… then sneaking in here to finger and lick each other’s tight little cunts like desperate little sluts. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you look at me?” Neither of us could speak, we were naked, flushed, and still dripping and somewhere deep in my heart I was hoping Gabriel would take over and well… Gabriel slowly unbuckled his belt. “Since your mother isn’t home… I think it’s time your stepdaddy taught you both exactly what a real man’s cock feels like.”

Brandon smirked at the prospect of rubbing all of this in the boy's asshole freeloader former father's face. Watching his boy suck Matt's hard cock, Brandon looked up as the groom suddenly stood up off the couch and approached the boy's ass for his next turn. This time, the boy never reacted in any way, other than a small flinch of discomfort, as the groom slowly guided his hard cock back inside the boy's ass. The groom began fucking the boy with long hard strokes as he pounded his tight hole. Surprisingly, the groom declared, "I've never really seen the benefit of being gay, but if you two get to fuck assholes this tight on a regular basis, I can see the appeal."

she added "And now that you have it ?" "Holy heck, I wanted a baby Father instead I found myself a fucking Billionaire, now what do I do with you?" Amy asked nobody in particular "Uhn...fuck me?" Cole said Smirking

Leo sank to his knees, his hands resting on his thighs. "Take my cock out," Gabe commanded, his voice a low growl. Leo's hands shook as he reached for the button and zipper of Gabe's dusty work pants. He pulled them down. Gabe wore no underwear. His cock, thick and already half-hard, sprang free. It was heavy and powerful, framed by dark, curly hair. "You know what to do," Gabe said, his hand resting on top of Leo's head, a firm, undeniable weight. "Show Daddy how sorry you are for wasting his money."

I huffed. “Ugh,” Gabe huffed in return as if I was somehow burdening him by not knowing who this guy was. “He’s a curse or demon, for your uneducated mind to kind of understand, and he’s got four arms. I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me with those arms,” Gabe groaned. “Gabe!” I exclaimed while a smile spread across my face. “What!? Don’t play coy with me. He’s daddy and you’d agree with me if you knew what he looked like. You know what? I’ll bless you today, I’ll have to show you a picture when we get back to the packhouse.”

Sebastian Gonzalez, who was forty—six years old, did not look old at all. This was also the result that Sebastian pursued life, because there were always different women surrounding him, allowing him to maintain a young mindset. Adding on his extraordinary aura and looks, from the young age, Sebastian was already a restless man. This was Phoebe's father. "Phoebe, you're back. Come in! This is our new home." Sebastian was still very passionate towards this eldest daughter. After all when he was a father for the first time, he still gave her all the love he had.